happy 1 am here's an assortment of scrappy doodles of my fav duo. because i truly am drawing them constantly

Part 3 of feral mc but with Belphie being released from the attic. Just imagine Belphie trying to kill mc and they just bite him. Not even Barbatos could handle the child so I highly doubt Belphie could either lol.

Feral Child Mc (part three)

MC Gets Betrayed & Bombastically Side Eyed Their Way To Beating A Bitch.

A/N: I like my writing to be nothing short of silly goofy, i also wrote this at like 4am two weeks ago and was so surprised to see it in my drafts. Did i proof read it? No.

Enjoy anyways💕

Now, you have been a menace since you've arrived

Only truly unstoppable by Diavolo, Lucifer and Barbatos on a good day

Today

Was not one of those days

No

Not at all

You see

Late in the night after being very snuggly tucked in

And then duck taped to the bed

And then your pajamas stapled to the bed

And then tied to the bed

In their defense

Not a single brother has gotten a single decent night of sleep

Not since Mammon awoke one night to see your little face peeking out from the vents

You screamed at him and launched from the darkness, stealing his sun glasses before scrumbling deep into the walls

no one has ever heard Mammon scream so loudly

Needless to say they were pretty fucking done with your scrumbling

Besides, they tied Satan to the bed and look at him! A totally chill and normal member of society :D

Anyways you were built different and managed to escape

You had to check on your little friend in the attic after all, it had been a few days

Upon going in, you glared at eachother for exactly three minutes and fourteen seconds

Before he started the whole sweet act on you

"Awh hey, you can let me out now right? You can do that? Whose a good little human?"

Offense taken

You werent a dog

though you wont lie and say you havent growled back at Cerberus before...

No you know what

Who does this man think he is?

You are a child with 6 of the deadliest pacts in the world!

...

...

...

Wait a second

Who thought that was a good idea

Genuinely

You are feral

A monster

The other students at RAD cower before you

You made the Angel's cry

YOU CHOKED BARBATOS WITH A SHOE LACE

WHO IN THE 7 CIRCLES OF HELL THOUGHT IT WOULD BE A GOOD IDEA TO MAKE A PACT WITH YOU OF ALL PEOPLE

well whatever it's not like this is gonna come back and bite you

But you werent gonna release the bitch from his kennel

Not without a price

Mammon would be so so proud of you!

It took a lot of back and forth, but he promised 12 firecrackers, a new plushie, and a trip to the candy store

Hell yea candy

Open up oh magic lock

Oh he fucking kicked you across the room

Well that's not fucking candy

Lying prick

So this fucking incel loser started ranting about something or other

To be honest you didnt care

In fact you decided he didnt get a monologue

You were pissed off

You freed him

Were you the embodiment of capitalism while doing so?

Maybe

But that doesnt mean he can just hit you

Like

You have such a cute face

He's just mad that you're the baby of the family now

And that thought gave you a great idea!!

"I'm telling Lucifer"

Would have been your final words

Had you not been

Well

You.

Next thing you know he's chasing you down the stairs, grabbing you and choking you out

Which

Not gonna lie

Was a bitch move

So you kicked him square in the jaw and started screaming, just like papa lucifer taught

Stranger danger kids

Dont release strange men from the attic in exchange for candy

It's not worth it and they are lying

So obviously you pissed off what's his name

You're pretty sure its bitch boy

Anyways so you pissed off bitch boy and he started trying to stab you with a chair leg

Which was like

So rude

And the others were like bro stop

Except more panicked you're pretty sure but you werent a crybaby bitch like this loser so you know

You had to go for the knees

You slid around him, kicked him in the back of the knees

This wasnt your first rodeo

Apparently

Because you climbed on the demonic cow and grabbed the horns man

You were holding on for dear life before you just bit into his head

Like

I dont think he even knew what to do at that point

You ruined his WHOLE SPEECH

THEN FOR SOME REASON YOU GOT MAD AT HIM

gee I wonder why

THEN HIS BROTHERS SHOWED UP

THIS WASNT SUPPOSED TO BE HOW IT WENT AT ALL

PRICK

Recounting this tale now, a few months later, you'd like to think that he was just being the most frfr brother out of everyone

You two had to be torn apart like a pair of summer popsicles

You were kicking and screaming

He was kicking and screaming

Mammon was kicking and screaming, somehow his leg got caught in between you two

It was a warzone

The hallway was destroyed

Multiple bedrooms? Just gone

The brothers?

So

So tired...

None of that fake shit

Deep down you know you would've won though

You still call him bitch boy💕

Missed

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x Reader (She/her)

Warnings: Blood, sad ending, pregnancy.. probably very ooc ghost... i havent played cod in awhile pls Summary: Simon is not as observant as he says he is.

A/N: First fic in a while, go easy on me aha! Word Count: 3.3K

Ghost never thought he’d find love. True love. Not like the type of ‘love’ shared between his parents, shaped by fear. He thought he didn’t deserve it. Giving his life to the army, he always accepted that he would work there until he dies. He was fine with this. Fine with coming back to an empty house, fine with having no one to talk to, fine with not having someone who loves him as much as he loves them. He was fine the way things were. Until he met her.

Her name is Y/N Y/L/N. And she is Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley’s whole world. His heart beats for her. His house is full of her. His mind is swimming with thoughts of her. They’re partners, both in life and work. Working together proving effective for their captain, despite their out of work relationship. They constantly push the other to the limit and help each other calm down on the other side. Competition is a regular occurrence between the long-time couple. Bets on who can clear the building first, who gets to the safehouse first, most takedowns etc.  ‘Healthy rivalry’ as they like to say, but the team knows that it’s just an excuse to get sexual favours from the other half. That didn’t change throughout their relationship, constantly keeping up the fun, suggestive competition. A new bet is put in place, ready for the mission they have just been assigned. A quick, easy mission. Clear a 5-story building, get to the safehouse, get back to base. The bet? Who can clear the building and get back to the safehouse first. The reward? You don’t want to know… “Y/L/N, Status update?” “All clear on the 2nd floor, heading to the rendezvous point now. Try to catch up old man.” A chuckle crackles through the comms. “Good to hear. I’ll be waiting for you.” “Don’t tell me you’re already there.” Ghost lets out a laugh. Her deadpan tone showing her disappointment at losing yet another bet. She had lost the last three bets, although she had yet to tell Simon why she had been slowing down… “You lost the bet sweetheart. You gotta pay up.” “Can’t exactly give you your reward over the comms, can I Riley?” “Not what I had in mind, there’s a dusty old queen-sized bed with our names on it right next to me.” “Classy, Ghost, classy. Ever heard of wining and dining? I am a lady, Simon. I need to be wooed.” “You’re the farthest thing from classy Y/N,” He cannot hold in his laughs whilst he speaks, “Just last week you couldn’t keep your hands off of me in the- “ “Finish that sentence, Simon. I dare you.” Despite the threat in her words, no true malice is intended. The thought of her partner waiting for her in a cosy shack spurs her on. Unlike Ghost, she always knew she would end up falling in love with someone. Getting married, having children, falling in love? That was always going to be her future. She was always a hopeless romantic. Her life changed when she saw Ghost for the first time. The mystery, his aura… she was whipped. He was always so dark and cold towards her. She had to chip away at his walls, bit by bit. The soft core was worth the effort. He was everything she dreamed. Funny, protective, loving. Her family love him, approve of their relationship. Everything was perfect, about to be even better. “Alright, alright… I yield,” He gives in to her teasing, “How far away are you now? It’s cold in this house.” “I think you’ll find that is your heart my love,” Ghost laughs sarcastically at her dig, “and I wouldn’t exactly call a shack with one room a house. I’d say it’s more of a- “ Silence. The comms goes silent. Simon felt his heart drop to his stomach. “Y/L/N? Y/N? What’s happening? Answer me, Y/N.” “Ghost,” The comms crackle, the sound of gunshots ricocheting in the background, “ambush… I’m down.” He was already running out of the door, following the tug of his heart. She can’t be too far away. “I’m coming, just hold on sweet girl. You hear me? I’m on my way, you just need to hold on for me.”  He couldn’t hear any gunshots, but the feeling of death floats through the air. Remaining in the treeline, his eyes follow along the impromptu battleground. Praying to anyone who will listen that Y/N will just stroll up to him any moment now, a sarcastic joke about the guys aim. His hope is broken when his eyes catch on the body of his love, lying out in the open. Blood pouring from her abdomen. His thoughts stop as he sprints up to her body, fingers reaching towards her pulse. Thanking the world for her still thumping pulse. “Y/N? It’s alright, you’re alright. Just got to keep breathing and keep your eyes on me. You can do that. I know you can do that.” His shaky hands reach for the comms strapped to his shoulder. “Evac needed; Y/L/N is down,” He takes a second to steel himself, “I repeat, Y/L/N is down.” His attention is stolen by the woman on the floor, reaching a bloodied hand up to his cheek, calling for his attention with a weak smile on her face. “Simon…” She sounds so weak already. Ghost takes hold of her hand and brings their intertwined hands to his lips, kissing the back of her hand, trying to send comfort down to her. “I know, I know. You’re okay. Let’s move you somewhere warm, we’ll be out of here soon.” Panic is starting to creep into his mind, clouding his thoughts. He reaches up for his comms again, ready to give anything to ensure her safety. “Can someone respond?! Evac needed! Y/L/N is down.” His voice leaves chills. He’s desperate. His demeanour breaks as he makes eye contact with his love, “Please…” he begs. Simon Riley has never begged for anything in his life. But he’s never had something to beg for before. “Please help her, she’s lost so much blood already.” “We hear you, Ghost. It’s going to be a while. There was a second ambush on the other side of the compound, multiple casualties. It will be about two hours until we can get to you.” “Please, please. Help us. Send someone, anyone. I’ll do anything-“ “I’m sorry Ghost. There’s nothing I can do. It will be two hours.” “Hey, sweetheart? You hear that? Just gotta hold on for two hours. You can do that; you can do anything. Let’s go to the safehouse, yeah?” “Shack,” She starts. He leans down and picks her up. One arm under her knees, one hand under her back. Her scream of pain rips through his body, sending phantom pain through his mind. He tries to hold back his tears and calm his racing heart. He didn’t want to cause her anymore panic. She takes a deep breath, “Safe shack.” “Wait ‘til you see it, then you can tell me if it’s a shack or not. You gotta keep those eyes open though. We’re nearly there.” It takes about ten minutes to traverse back through the woods to the safehouse. The small wooden hut lightens some of the fear in his heart, knowing that he could stabilise her here. “It’s still a s-shack.” She whispers, not wanting to use her energy on speaking. “Okay, it’s a shack. You’re right.” She’s not. But now is not the time for joke arguments. The door is pushed open by his foot. Crossing the small space, he places her down onto the old bed. Thankfully, there is a fully stocked medical cabinet in the bathroom. Ghost retrieves the necessary supplies and gets to work stopping the bleeding. Unbeknownst to him, Y/N’s eyes followed him as he ran around the room, collecting bandages, hot water and stitching supplies. He still has his mask on, ironically masking his own emotions. His eyes still gave him away, Y/N can read him like a book. Fear was the most present emotion. As he knelt next to her bedside and began to work, Y/N whispered to him. “Tell me something.” “Like what?” “A story. Make something up.” “I’m not really a fairy tale type of guy, sweetheart.” Simon huffs out a laugh. “Could’ve fooled me. Just anything, please.” Ghost thought for a second, before a memory shot to the front of his mind. “How about the time Soap screwed a mission because he fell down the stairs?” Y/N smiles brightly and nods her head at him, urging him to continue with the story. “Yeah? Okay.” Simon shifts his body, so he has a better view of her wound. The sight of it stealing his breath, fogging his eyes. He couldn’t let his mind lose focus, he had to get the wound shut. Steeling his voice, he begins his story. “It was our second mission together, and I still didn’t trust him as far as I could throw him. But he was good at his job. We split up in this old office building. We started on the 70th floor, I went right and Soap went left. He was a bit quiet on the comms, only gave updates after a floor was cleared. Peaceful, much nicer than it is now.” “You love Soap.” Y/N interjects, knowing the bromance they shared rivalled that of their own romance. “Love is a strong word, Y/N/N,” He deadpans, “So, we worked our way down this building all the way down to the 1st floor. Most of the targets were on the ground floor and our plan was to meet on the first-floor balcony to ambush in sync. I get there first as I work a lot faster, as we established today.” He leaves a brief pause for the couple to share a laugh, although Y/N’s was a bit more sarcastic. “I’m waiting there for Soap to give the signal that he finally cleared the floor above and was on his way. The comms clicks on, and then thud, thud, thud, crash. He fell all the way from the top of the stairs, right to the railings of the balcony. The target and his inner circle were having a meeting just below the balcony and they heard everything. I’ll never forget the looks on their faces when they saw us on the balcony, and I’ll never forget the look on Soap’s face when he had to explain to the captain how exactly our cover was blown. Absolutely priceless…” By the time he had ended the retelling of his humorous memory, he had managed to finish stitching up the wound on her abdomen. It was not neat by any means, but it would keep it shut and keep her alive. He takes his eyes off of her wound to look at her face, her eyes were shut. Panic rises in his chest again, shooting forward to hold her face in his hands and shaking her head slightly. “Hey, open your eyes baby,” Y/N’s eyes crack open slightly, and turn to stare intently into his own. “There you are. Let me get the fire started. Then we can relax for a while.” The flames in the fireplace crate dancing shadows across the room, gliding over the couple holding each other close on a small bed, talking about whatever came to their mind. “There’s no way you want to have a cockapoo when you r-retire.” Y/N’s voice is still weak, Ghost notes, but at least she’s talking. “Why not? Or a German Shepherd.” “See that makes more sense.” “What about you? What do you want to do when we retire?” Y/Ns breath stills for a second, thinking about the secret she’s been keeping for a while. “I… I want to get a dog… and some cats.” “Cats? Never struck me as a cat person.” “Oh yeah, big cat person…” She thinks for a second before rushing out a, “What about kids?” “What about them?” “Do you want any?” Worry gnaws away at her chest. “Got to get married first, Y/N/N.” Y/N inhales a shaky breath and looks Ghost in the eyes. “Well, we don’t have to…” “You don’t want to marry me? I’m wounded sweet girl, wounded!” Well, it’s now or never she thinks to herself. The huge secret that she’s kept to herself for a few weeks now is going to be out there, and Simon will finally know. She doesn’t know whether to be excited, worried or scared. “Of course I want to marry you, you big softie. But… we don’t have to wait until after we’re married…” “What do you mean by that? Y/N/N? What’s going on?” Her hands move to rest over her barely there bump, and as she looks back up at her Si, she can almost hear the cogs in his brain putting the pieces together. “What… since when? How?” “I think you know how. You were there… I hope. I found out a few weeks ago.” Simon gets a bit angry at this. You got hurt, badly. You weren’t even stabilised and here you were telling him you are pregnant and have known for a few weeks now. All of this would have been avoided if you would have just told him when you found out. “Why didn’t you tell me? I wouldn’t have let you come on any of these last few missions. I would’ve spoken to the captain, got someone else to come instead.” “That’s why I didn’t tell you. I wanted to do my last few missions with you.” “Y/N you should’ve- Wait, last few missions?” “I’m retiring. This is my last mission.” She turns her head to watch him as he paces through the room, but a bolt of pain stops her in her place. Her pained gasp is loud enough to stop Simon in pace, spinning on his heels to hold her hand in his. He checks her stitches and sees they’re still intact. “It hurts, Si.” “I know, I know it does. I’ll see how much longer we have to wait. Stay here baby.” “How long until evac is coming? It’s getting worse… Please, I can’t lose her. She... She’s pregnant.” He pleads into the comms, leaning against the side of the hou- shack. His head cradled in his hands, trying not to break down. “It will be about 30 more minutes. I’m sorry, Ghost. There’s nothing more I can do. Just hold tight.” With a grunt of frustration, he kicks off of the wall and heads back into the shack. Her eyes are closed again when he gets back into the shack, so he rushes over to her and shakes her gently again. “Hey, hey. Talk to me Y/N/N. Tell me about our future, about our kid.” Her eyes open a slither and fall to lock in place with his. She thinks for a second, “H-how many do you want, Si?” she whispers. “As many as you want. We can raise our own little army if you want.” “An army of little Riley’s?” She smiles as brightly as she can, tears lining her waterline, “I like the sound of that. What about pets?” “A dog and two cats,” He shuffles closer to her on his knees, holding her hand tight in his, “What house are we going to have sweet girl?” “A small one. J-just enough space for our family. Maybe a cabin… Like that safehouse we stayed in a couple of months back.” “The one near the lake? We can do that. Just gotta hold on. Now long now.” “Si,” She gasps, “it hurts to t-talk.” “That’s okay, save your energy. I’ve got you... Here, I’ve got another story for you. The first time I saw you, it was the most important day of my life. Still have to thank Price for recruiting you. Never thought I’d fall in love ‘til I saw you. You called me Ghosty. I pretended to hate it, but I loved the name. Still do. Though you only call me it behind closed doors now.” He sends a wink her way, she barely smiles back, “You were so chatty, Soap was instantly drawn to you. Both of you such chatter boxes. Even though I didn’t partake in the conversation, I never clocked out of it. I hung onto your every word. You couldn’t stop laughing and smiling, but then Price came in and your whole demeanour changed. The happy chatty woman turned into a stone-cold soldier. It was quite attractive. Price paired you with me for your first mission with the team. He thought I’d have no remorse in taking you down if you turned out to be a traitor. He was definitely wrong about that.” He takes a glance at her tranquil face, her eyes still watching him, a faint smile painted on her lips. His eyes trail down her body to see her chest faintly rising. You were still holding on. “You were- are, an amazing soldier. A task is given, and you execute it precisely. No questions asked. Soap started to get jealous with the number of times I chose to be paired with you over him. He soon put the pieces together. Figured out my crush. Wanted to become my wingman, but I didn’t let him. I thought I didn’t deserve anything good like love in my life. I still don’t. Then came that mission. We were stuck in the safehouse for a week. Being trapped with you for so long forced my feelings to the surface. You kissed me in front of the fireplace, through the mask though. ‘You liked me’, I thought, ‘you actually liked me’. I took the mask off for you later that night when we slept together for the first time. When you fell asleep on me, I fell even harder for you. I realised I was in trouble… realised you were it for me. I was going to marry you, have kids with you, get a house, retire and grow old with you. We’re still going to do that, sweetheart. We are going to have that life, together. You’ve just got to hold on for me.” He squeezes her hand tighter than he ever had before. He goes to speak again but is interrupted by the crackle of the comms. “Ghost, evac are on their way. Should be there in five minutes. Signal your location.” “You hear that? They’re coming, you’re going to hold on for me, yeah?” “Y-yes. I’ll stay with you. I love you Si. So much.” “I love you too. I’ll be right back, I just have to signal the helicopter.” Simon releases her hand and rushes back outside, throwing a flare out onto the ground. The hum of helicopter blades has him beaming with hope, he rushes back into the shack to grab Y/N and bring her outside. “I see them, let’s get you outside. Y/N?” No response. Her eyes are glassy. Still. “Y/N?” Ghost’s voice is quiet, barely above a whisper. “Y/N?!” He rushes to her side, skidding onto his knees. The chipped floorboards tear at his knees, but he pays no mind to the stinging. His shaking hand reaches out for her own, still hand. “Baby? Open your eyes for me sweetheart, come on. Open your eyes. It’s okay, we’re going to be okay. We’re going to retire, yeah? Raise our baby. Get that house and the pets. Going to grow old together.” No longer having the strength to hold back, the dam breaks. His sobs rack through his body, screams claw the back of his throat. “Please,” He begs, “Please don’t leave me like this,” His hand lifts to rest over the barely visible bump, “Please.” Simon lifts her limp body into his lap, skin already cold to the touch. It’s only as the door to the shack bangs open that he sees it. The pool of blood staining the bed. Tilting his head slightly, he sees what he missed. A secondary bullet wound, right below her shoulder blade.

hello!! no pressure to answer this but i was wondering do you have any recommendations for books, specifically books that made you feel things very deeply? i know that's vague and weird but like i also love the goblin emperor/baru cormorant/similar books as you and i was wondering if you had any faves you'd like to share :) i am looking for a book that will put me in agony in a good way lol

HELLO FRIEND

okay so I am a Big Emotional Dummy so everything makes me feel very deeply, whether or not it's actually any good. So I'll try to keep it to recs that I felt alot while reading, after reading, and I think are actually good.

Also idk if you want specific genres or sticking to fiction, so I'm just gonna throw a whole whack of things at you, hope that's ok!!! I'll also try to avoid super popular recs (like trc or ursula k le guin) not because i love them less, just because you've probably already heard of them?

Hands of the Emperor - Victoria Goddard - probably my current fave book and protag, read it twice in less than a year despite it being like 1200 pages, if i loved it less i could talk about it more, and without crying. maybe it's niche and imperfect, but to ME? book of all time

The Queen's Thief - Megan Whalen Turner - fave book series for more than a decade, makes me experience shrimp emotions that nothing else will ever be able to replicate

Piranesi - Susanna Clarke - how did a portal fantasy meets psychological horror become actually the most existentially comforting book in the world

Tuyo - Rachel Neumeier - technically a series, with 3 main novels and other novels and novellas about other characters (which i enjoyed less but still), but def start with tuyo. I fully went in expecting to not like it At All and was blown away???? I wept. I still weep. I can't explain why I love it without spoilers but it's technically a fantasy war story and yet is almost entirely character driven

Wind, Sand, and Stars - Antione de Saint-Exupery -reading this rn and technically it's billed as a memoir and adventure novel but actually its an existential meditation on the nature of human interaction and the soul and definitely comes from the same core as The Little Prince

If you HAVENT read the cemeteries of amalo/thara celehar spinoff of the goblin emperor PLEASE do, in many ways i love them even more than tge bc thara is up there with kip mdang in terms of characters i cant talk about without crying because it's too personal

The Sparrow Duology - Mary Doria Russell - PLEASE check the trigger warnings, unlike most of the recs on this list, this falls way more to the side of Baru in terms of dark content, but also it's maybe the closest I've ever come to being at peace

I'm definitely missing things, but these are all the books that have made me want to chew drywall in the last 2 years. I've also linked my goodreads here with the caveat that my ratings skew high because i am very much a 'i didnt say it was good, i said i enjoyed it/was entertained' type person. also i have read a lot of trash YA. oops. like yes some of it is real bad but also some of it makes me Feel Some Things even (or especially??) when it's real bad.

Friends pls chime in with your recs, and also please rec things to me!! Am seeking new and interesting emotions previously unknown to humankind.

I just need to tell you about this amazing little writer,@cordeliawhohung.

I stumbled across this account by total accident okay? Like 100% had no intention of reading the fanfictions she wrote for. I had only ever heard of Call Of Duty from my husbands late night gaming escapades. But yet, i took a chance, I googled "Simon Riley" and was like "oh okay, bet, military man who wears a skull mask. Lets give it a try," So i did.

I read her fanfiction series called Soft Spot, with basically ZERO context. I googled more in the hour it took me to read her work than ive ever googled in my life. But i was NOT dissapointed. Did i have to reread scenes to figure out who was talking because i was clueless on their names? yes. Did it discourage me one bit? no.

BECAUSE. this girls writing is something else. it captivates you, throws you right into being the main character which is EXACTLY what you're looking for when you read these things. Without fail Core had me hooked. So i did the thing that most anyone does, I left a little ask/message for her. Explaining how this piece of UNPAID, UNOWED work left me on the edge of my seat. How the wrods jumped off the page to try to become reality. Because thats what they did.

And this percious little bean, offered to message me about the characters, to help me understand the things i didnt. She not only eagerly, but kindly informed me of the beautiful characters of Call of Duty Modern Warefare 2, but she also showed me how beautiful her very soul is.

She became one of those people i wanted to talk to all the time. (I probably annoy her with how much i message her, and Core i am sorry, but i cant help it.) We started talking more regularly, and in the few weeks we have been talking, i've come to consider her one of my friends.

Although we dont get to talk a lot, due to her work, time differences and life just being hard. ANY time i see her username pop up in my notifications im thrilled.

I could go on for hours about her, i should. Because there are so many amaizng things i could say about her.

Her writing is next level, if we could all legally publish fanfiction without the whole legal rights thing, Core's story "Soft Spot" would be a best seller. I firmly believe that she would be NYC Best Selling Author her first year. Her way of writing hooks you from the first few words. I honestly get a little jealous of how well she writes, but she was quick to tell me that if we all wrote the same then the world would be boring. Which is true.

So to conclude this post. If you havent, check her out. send her an ask, and get to know the amazing person who runs @cordeliawhohung. You won't regret it.

Also be kind to your fanfiction writers, they do this without pay. For YOUR entertainment. Reblog, like, share, interact with them. They write 100+k fics because they love the same characters as you. They write the works that some people need, that they crave, all on their own time. Be appreciatve and understanding when they do upload and when they can't. They're humans too. Be kind to them. Dont demand things from them.

Core, i appreciate you. I care for you. I will agressively love you from hundreds of miles away. Take care of you, take whatever time you need. And NEVER apologize to anyone for feelings like you aren't doing enough. Because just being you, babes, thats enough.

find the word!

tagged by @lavenderstobins. thanks for the tag i havent written anything in like a week maybe this will help lol

rules: search your WIPs for the words you're given and share the extract they're from.

my words: laugh, throat, blue, care, eyebrow and friend.

Laugh - from phonance smut

"You're gonna have to get used to the cold if you're moving to a shack in the woods."

"Well I was kind of counting on you to help keep me warm but I guess I'll just need to chop more firewood instead," Nancy couldn't stop herself from saying.

"What the fuck, Nancy?" Robin asked. She laughed a nervous laugh.

"I'm sorry, I'm just-" She didn't know how to finish that sentence. She knew how she wanted to finish it, but she didn't know how she should. Or if she should at all. She thought she might lose her mind if she didn't. "It was warm out the last time we hung out."

Throat - from ronance train tracks 5+1

Nancy was laughing now for real and Robin wasn't sure she'd ever heard that before. It was a little bit cute, actually. It was a little bit magical. She didn't really want it to stop.

"And have you seen him eat? He's like an animal. No table manners. Crumbs everywhere. Ketchup," Robin kept going, addicted to the little smile on Nancy Wheeler's face and her surprisingly loud laugh. "It's revolting. I don't understand what anybody sees in b-" She cleared her throat, swallowed. "In him. In Steve. Harrington. I just don't..." Nancy was looking at her now and she felt a little too seen. "I just don't get it," she finished, quietly.

Blue - from ronance lost in the wilderness

In the daytime, with the sun breaking through enough to light the way, her mind clouded by the pain of her injuries and the feverish confusion of her banged up head, it had been easy enough to believe that the forest was just a forest. That people probably hiked out this way on purpose, for fun, even, all the time. 

But out here in the almost-dark, hurt, and, even for a minute, all alone, Robin hated it. It felt like a terrible place to be. It felt wrong, the blue of night encroaching and threateningly familiar. She missed the ugly yellow fluorescence of streetlights like nobody ever had before. The dim light spilling from the outhouse behind her was barely strong enough to cast her shadow, long and fading back into everything else somewhere around where her waist should be.

Care - from ronance lost in the wilderness

Robin caught a glint of something in the swinging lantern light, metal. She walked carefully to the side of the outhouse, wooden and sturdy, and she crouched down slowly, bending her knees and not her waist, unavoidably aware of her injuries but compelled to move anyway. She picked up a rusting hammer where it had been left leaning against the outside wall of the outbuilding.

"Somebody takes better care of their outhouse than they do their tools," she gritted out through the effort of standing herself back up.

Eyebrow - from ronance train tracks 5+1

"No, we- It was a misunderstanding, that's all." Nancy wasn't looking at her, she was watching herself dig a little hole with the toe of her shoe. "We apologized. It's fine. We're fine."

"Jesus," Robin kicked her heels against the concrete wall. "I don't know you, like, at all, obviously? But he basically called you a slut in front of the whole town. Steve Harrington is an asshole. You can do better, is all I'm saying."

Nancy raised an eyebrow. "Maybe I am a slut. Did you consider that? Maybe I cheated on him. Maybe I deserved it."

Friend - from ronance train tracks 5+1

Robin was sitting on the half wall with a sketchbook, trying and failing to draw trains from memory. She wasn't any good at drawing anyway, and it was cold out and her fingers were stiff and her friends were fucking assholes, just fucking idiots, and Nancy Wheeler was walking along the train tracks with her arms held out like wings. Like an airplane, not a train. Like she didn't have a care in the world.

I am a coward about tagging people but here are some words tag yourself and look these up in your wips if you want: clothes, stare, problem, loud, dinner, work

hello okay i've seen you reblog 4433 posts so this is my invite for you to go fully incoherent rambling about why you love 4433 pretty please?

okay so i sure as hell ain't a vet but i Am intrigued invested enamored hopelessly sinking and it goes like This:

ONE. racer4racer ruthless4ruthless champion4champion. yall heard lewis talk about booing?? it just fuels me 💪💪. yall heard max? i'll just take my trophy home and they can have a nice evening ☺️. the objective energies are a SPECTRUM apart. but then you look a little deeper and Yeah, that's. thats a champion there and champion there.

alexa play monza 2021 silverstone 2021 jeddah 2021 interlagos 2022. in other words: racing other people?? yeah, fine. Can Do, no Problemo. racing each other? explosion Noises.

i.e. u know the phrase Opposites Attract? well. Yeah . onto

TWO. Opposites! e.g. Agendas (for lack of a better word.) max will kneel, will speak when spoken to. but give that kid the choice and he aint sayin a word. he is there to Race and have Laffs why u askin me about my political stance on cheese 🙄😒. lewis on the other more vocal hand Will Speak Out. prbly maybe it traces back to their childhoods, but im not getting into that Particular thing bc its too heavy for this and im not about to make it into a joke, So. yeah, the way they view their own Purpose within fame, the way max Wouldnt bc he thinks hes too small, insignificant in worldwide change, doesnt believe he can do Much for those larger social issues, then lewis doing so many things bc he might not alter the globe singlehandedly but he wants to be part of that smth Bigger. and no that is Not me saying max doesnt have a heart or doesnt want to help bc we've seen him raise donations and be Kind and condemn people for their shitiness. i just think, Opposites.

keeping with the seriousness: yall ever seen max wear smth not white and jeaned other than his racesuit and swim trunks?? MAYBE i can give him the singular fucking bowtie. lewis? ur catchin him suckin of the w14 before u catch him in that shit (Affectionate).

and to their hearts: both of them, who race to win, to be the fastest, to take home the trophy, to feed that fire as it burns on the track, to make their fathers proud. and then: lewis, who lives with faith, who races with God, who want to break records. max, who lives against superstition, who races with gut, who wants to rest. so Yeah. Opposites.

nYway,

THREE. i realize i havent actually touched much on their actual Dynamic HEE, so like. theyre fukin . miscroscope-worthy. in that they should be Studied. intently. i Cant with the whole, the whole Thing they have like. yeah no theyre not Best Buds or anythin but they Have been amicable. acquaintances. Rivals. and there is no fucking way im feeling Nuthin about two men racing with the Sole Focus of beating the other. first, thats 🌈🌈🌈🌈🌈YYY!!! second, that is Everything. who tf is feeling what either of them are feeling going into abu dhabi 21. who Else is putting down his visor knowing its Make or Break. who else is sinking into their cockpit pulling up at the starting line exhaling into their helmet as they watch the lights go out knowing its Now. its there, for Me or Him. its pinned in the center of Us right in the middle, could tip either way. who else, if not each other???? who ELSE I ASK!! also when tf did it happen before that two f1 title rivals went into the final race on equal points??? once?? idk but the Point is, theres two fuckin people (or close to) in the entire World who've been There, only one person who knows how you couldve truly Felt in ur Soul, hands on the steering wheel foot on the gas, has felt it too and hes sitting to ur left, takin a fuckin selfie of u both like sum social media Diva. smfh.

FOUR! they Actually get along???? like ik to some poople theyre tryna Kill each other 25/8 but dawg i think about tom sharing that lil story abt max asking lewis about his hair all the fucking Time its so Unhealthy i need More. n less often but still deserves Stage Time: lewis saying This Guy, this Fucking guy, and max calling him out on it right there on the podium. lewis showing max shit on his phone, makin him goddamn Giggle. the two of them just Joking Around, idk i think its Sweet. that they Can be okay, yknow, even with all the head to head (head 👀) shit they drove each other to in 21.

FIVE: the misc things! i.e. theyre no1s theyve both fucking Dominated the field. who else has on the current grid, i hear? No Fucking one. only Them. i.e. i think there is so much Potential. ik theyre so Different almost polar arctic antarctic north south but it warms my heart sm when theyre together Because of that. i.e. ik this post doesnt read quite so Shippy as it couldve but idk they make me feel More than that in a way bc theyre just so. Apart. and when they come together, it feels Monumental. plus the absolute Dawg the Cunt the 🧎🧎🧎 they can fit into a single photo:

.

Yeah .

Pinkie Nails

syo kurusu x self!ship wc: 1049 tags: mentions of ed/slight angst/long distance not beta read!

sorry! i will not ever write a syo kurusu x reader. he is the only character i will do this for!!!! i have a very special attachment to syo kurusu. i will write x readers for other utapri boys but not syo. he loves me the most in the whole wide world!!!

syo finally had time for a ‘date’ while he was out on tour. making time in his temporary room somewhere cold in Europe. we caught up and i told him how work was going. he told me that once he gets back he wants to talk about me working less. but he understands my desire to be busy instead of wandering around such a big and lonely house. we decided to paint our nails to match. at first i was worried about people asking him about the strange pattern, but he assured me he was going to be on a radio show. unless the host brought it up, there was nothing to fear.

“have you been eating properly?”

his sudden question caused me to flinch as I stiffened up in the camera screen. my attention turned to the tips of my toes now curled in my fuzzy socks and i smiled weakly. “uhhhm… yes.” i lied, and i felt bad about it. i had my phone propped up on the night stand, tilted against the lamp as i painted my nails with syo on the other end doing the same. his suspicious frown made me antsy. “what did you eat for dinner?” he asked as i paused with my painting. “toast.” my response was too fast.

now he knew i was lying. “why havent you been eating?” his voice softened as i raised my eyes to watch him screw the cap back onto the small bottle of pastel pink polish. “im eating! i just havent been feeling very good.” not entirely a lie. i didnt want syo to worry about me. ever since we met, hes been the only person to encourage me to eat during the day. even going as far as to praise me when i did, as if i completed a herculean task. “i dont like eating alone too so… since youve been gone i dont really have anyone to eat with.” i laughed tiredly as i went back to painting my nails, leaving my pinkie nails pastel pink, while the rest were black. syo had done the opposite so we would match. 

“ill be back the moment our tour ends. im sorry i couldnt bring you on the road with me.” he apologized before blowing on his nails to assist them in drying quickly. “its fine. it wouldnt be a good idea for me to come along anyway, idols arent supposed to be married.” i teased and pulled my knees closer to my chest. “then what are we?” syos question made me look up in thought. “well, if any rabid teen girls ask, im your stylist! or… im a girl with an obsession whos stalking you!” i suggested, but syo didnt seem too amused with my ideas. his electric blue eyes bore into me through the screen of the phone.

“i would rather say youre my wife.”

i could feel my face burning all the way up to my ears. “maybe when you officially decide to retire.” i muttered as i started to blow on my nails as well. “when i retire, i want to tell the world that were married.” syo stated as i looked at the phone, feeling my face start to sting from the heat. “and that weve been married for a long time.” i was always against the idea. i saw it as a safety issue, and so did most of the staff in charge of STARISH. an idol is in love with his fans, he should be married to his work. not some girl no one has ever heard of. 

“haha! you havent blushed like that in a long time!” syo snickered as i leaned to hide my face from the screen, laughing to myself as i imagined being in the public eye, hanging off of syos arm. i was scared, but it was also exciting. 

as our nails dried and exhaustion set in, he watched me preform my nightly routine of stuffing my hair into my bonnet and cleaning my glasses. “you have to work tomorrow? i want to look at something less physical for you-”

“i like doing physical stuff.”

“honey, thats what a gym is for… well… actually… no, nevermind.” 

he trailed off and i started to pout. “what? tell me.” i asked before starting to smile. “do i look sexy in my bonnet?” i asked jokingly before starting to pose for the camera with a smile. “yes, as always. but thats not what i was going to say.” his laugh was weak and my smile began to evaporate as i made my way to our shared bed that would be hosting only one person tonight. “you just… look smaller than when i saw you last.” syo explained with a frown as i crawled under the weighted blanket and pulled his pillow closer to my side. 

it still carried his scent of apples and undertones of flora.

“Its just the camera. i look the same.” it might be a lie, ive been working on loosing weight but i didnt think it was noticeable. “... did you really eat dinner?” the sound of hurt in his voice made me feel even guiltier now. “no… but i promise i did eat today. i just dont feel good.” my stomach started to churn. “im sorry…” i apologized, sniffling and quickly wiping away my tears. “im not upset with you. i didnt mean to make you cry…” he trailed off as i turned off the lights and shut off the camera. “im crying because i lied… thats all…” it was just a hard topic. and when he caught me i always felt terrible. “lets talk about something else before bed, like what we want to do when i see you again.”

i smiled and nodded beside the phone as i took my glasses off and dropped them on the nightstand. “can you sleep with me tonight?” i requested meekly as i laid the phone on his pillow, inching closer and closer while wishing he was there beside me. “of course i can.”

we spoke quietly about our date ideas when we finally met again, all while i admired my pastel pinkie nail in the darkness of our bedroom. and i had a feeling syo was looking at the black nail he painted.

theres this exchange between yaz and the doctor that ive written i think four times at this point where 13 finally... not breaks the façade bc it’s been broken but she admits to it being broken, to yaz. and yaz responds with kindness of course and the doctor says she doesnt deserve that, doesnt deserve yaz. and yaz says “it’s not about deserving”

i think thats whats it about for me. 12 regenerated bc they thought the universe needed them; “they’ll get it all wrong without me. i suppose one more lifetime wont kill anyone. except me” it’s fantastically arrogant but it’s also the root of the doctor’s problem. everything is their responsibility. so everything is their fault. they live to serve - ”i serve at the pleasure of the human race” - 13 even more than usual. and 13 also more than usual fails the human race. she has one job and she does it badly. she is alive for one reason and shes not meeting it. she doesnt deserve this.

but then yaz is there and yaz is like im not here because you deserve me to be, you twat. im my own fucking person and i’ll do what i fucking like. the universe doesnt revolve around you, no matter what anyone says. no matter who wants to blame you for the mass murders theyre doing. ive lived my whole life never knowing about daleks and shouldnt that tell you that there are entire worlds out there, lifetimes and lifetimes, with triumphs and losses and tragedies and happy endings and struggles that dont ever manage to resolve to either, that havent felt your influence at all

and the doctor would look at her and probably be thinking about how if her influence hadnt been there, yaz would have known about daleks. and if yaz could feel the constraints of the narrative, the doctor would ask how come she hasnt heard of daleks then? and yaz would say because i wasnt in the story. but yaz doesnt feel the constraints of the narrative, the boundaries of her life are the boundaries of her life, not, to her, of a story. and so the doctor, who can feel the constraints of the narrative in a subconscious way they have rarely been able to put their finger on, doesnt ask yaz how she hasnt heard of daleks before, but instead accepts what yaz says as if they both had lives instead of stories. and she smiles and says “thank you, yaz”

and it doesnt really sink in, what yaz said, because the doctor is not a person, not even a character in a story the way yaz is. what yaz says to her doesnt make sense even if we try to understand it from within their four walls, because the doctor isnt a character, theyre the story. so it doesnt stick on her, the idea that “not everything is about you” and “not everything in the universe is either your fault or your success” and “the fact that the people in your life are tied to you like characters to their story doesnt mean that everything they do is either reward or punishment for you personally” and “youre the story, not the main character, thats where you go wrong”

so it doesnt stick, but what does maybe stick is that it’s not about deserving. the good or the bad, it’s not about her

incoming autism moment

can i talk abt the master from fallout 1? because i want to talk abt the master from fallout 1. he is genuinely, with my whole heart, my favorite antagonist in any piece of media ive ever consumed.

hes driven towards, in his mind, the most righteous goal of anyone in the wasteland: humanity will survive by any means necessary, even if they are all changed into something completely unhuman. even if many humans end up being killed in the process, hes trying to make sure people are suited to the world that they never shouldve had to live in. he wants humanity to not just survive, but be able to florish, even if that means that they are no longer human.

he is, of course, wrong. he sees a way to make humans stronger, but is ignorant to how strong and resilient humans already are. the only way to beat him is to deconstruct his entire worldview, make him look at and analyze every choice hes made, the effect those choices had on the people forced into those decisions HE made.

you force him to realize hes wrong, that humanity dies with his choices if he doesnt stop because none of the mutants hes creating will ever have a next generation. you make him understand that he never LISTENED, just pushed his ideology while he ignored the actual affects of what he was doing.

after you convince him that everything hes doing is wrong, make him listen to his own people, he says one of my favorite quotes from any villain ive ever heard:

"i dont think that i can continue... to have done the things that i have done. in the name of progress, of... healing. it was madness. madness, i can see that now. there is no hope. leave, leave now while you still have... hope."

and then he kills himself. because never once up to this point did he think of himself as anything but the hero. when he knows that hes the villain, when he realized that no matter what, the human genocide would end with a supermutant genocide as well and that all of this was for nothing, he kills the main boss for you.

he shows the player in that moment no, hes not a bad person. hes just a traumatized mutant who was doing everything he could to make society whole again. but he failed. and he will never succeed. and he knows he deserves to die for what hes done.

theres something so tangible about his sorrow that i havent been able to get out of my head for months. it makes me feel bad for him. he wanted to be right so badly, and in a way, after that final conversation, he made me wish he couldve been right too.

where im at currently tonite

After DuswoodChapter 29

THE FINAL CHAPTER

A/N: this whole story I fell in love with Jake and MC even more and just had to have this ending. You all got worried during a few chapters that it was the end but I couldn't leave it like that with how the game broke our hearts.

It's been a few days and we get off the plane. Maggie agreed to pick us up but we havent told anyone yet so we try to hide it. We see her and she runs up to us, hugging me tight and gives Jake a hug.

"See this is exactly why we choose…" he stops me mid sentence with a kiss and I remember its a news we wanted to tell everyone.

“Choose what?” she asks.

I bite my lip “to come back to see you all,” I say, trying to fix my mistake.

I sent a text to Alex, Sean, and Ashley to meet at home because there is something everyone needs to know. 

Maggie stops for some coffee and bagels for Jake and I after a long trip and that's when she notices the ring on my left hand. “MC! You didn’t tell me!?” she exclaims in the middle of the bagel shop.

I stumble to come up with something until we're back at my parents place

"Oh shoot you must have put it on the wrong hand during the flight when it got a little tight" says Jake.

"Your right" I say moving it to my right hand and it feels so weird already.

We get to my parents house and everyone is in the kitchen. Jake and I go to put our bags in my room and I put the ring back on my left hand to tell them the news and about us moving back.

Jake and I walked out hand in hand and I feel our hands getting sweaty with each step because we are both so nervous. My dad gave him permission not that long ago but told him it was too soon. We walk towards the kitchen, stopping outside.

We’re right outside and we here my dad "they better not be pregnant" he says. I sigh in relief then I hear Maggie.

"I think he proposes when I picked them up they were hiding her left hand from me and I saw a ring on it later but they said it was tight on her right hand with the flight" she says.

"Whatever is it they seem even more in love" says my mom.

I pull Jake through the doorway. "Hey everyone" I say leaning against the counter. Grabbing a cookie with my right hand even though I always grab with my left.

"Hunny, show us that left hand" says my dad.

"Dad, give us a moment, okay my hand is a bit swollen from traveling" I say looking at Jake.

"MC NOW!" he yells

"Okay fine" I say lifting it up and there's a ring "we're engaged!" I say all excited .

Ashley runs up to Jake wrapping her arms around him "welcome to the family" she says.

"Thanks" says Jake, hugging her back and I just smile.

My dad's face in red "everyone out except you two" he says pointing at Jake and I.

Everyone heads to the living room. Sean, Alex, and Maggie congratulations us as they walk out. Sean knows what is about to happen.

"You asked and I said yes but I told you not anytime soon. You disobeyed me Jake'' he says and i can tell his disappointed in us.

"Dad…." I say as Jake cuts me off.

"You're right in most relationships this would be too soon. However, ever since I first heard her voice and laid eyes on her. I knew she was holding my heart. Sir there were things that happened in my past. I promise you I kept her safe, that finally caught up with me that made me realize I can't lose her for the rest of my life." He says.

"Do you feel the same way MC?" He asks.

"Yes I wouldnt of accepted if I didn't. Everytime I look at him I see him looking at me with the same look you give mom and I’ve never felt more safe and loved than with him by my side. Things with him just move right and while to the rest of the world we are moving fast to us it's the right speed. Which also brings us to the next thing we wanted to tell you and mom" I say looking at Jake "we're going to buy a place. We found an apartment and are going to look at it tomorrow" I say.

"MC, are you guys sure about this? I know you’ve been spending a lot of time together since you first went to Duskwood but now this all has me worried that you guys are moving too fast." Says my mom.

"Mom we are completely sure." I walk up to her and see she is worried. "You know for a fact I've never been one to move in with a guy let alone say yes to getting engaged. With Jake everything is just right even the bad moments weve had. He still protects me at any cost and loves me even at my worst." I say.

"Hunny, you know we won't stop you from doing what your heart desires right now but these are huge steps and we dont want you to come running home one night because what you two have now hasnt last years" says Dad.

"Sir, I know true love isn't something easy. I know it takes work from both sides. I also know that when one isn't filling their cup their partner needs to help them. My mom was a single mom so I saw what she went through having to be both parents. I also saw the guys she brought home and told myself I never was going to treat a woman like that and I've made sure of it even to this day" says Jake leaning his back against the counter.

"We won't stop you but just remember don't hurt her" says my Dad

"I will try with everything in my power not too but please know fights can help even when in love but know I will never lay a hand on MC like her exs did." He says.

I walk up to Jake and wrap my arms around him looking into his blue eyes. Even after everything we've been through since we first met in that motel I feel so loved. I just lean my head against his chest as he pulls me close.

"MC, you know your dad and I just want to make sure this is what you want right?" Says mom.

I don’t move except to turn my head towards her "I know mom. Just please understand that we wouldn’t be standing here talking about this if I didn't want all of this with Jake." I say as a tear rolls down my cheek because I didnt think they would act like this.

Jake notices the tear and lifts my head to face him as he wipes it away and kisses my forehead. "Even through everything I love you MC." He says.

" I love you too Jake" I say, holding him tight.

"There is no talking you out of this just to slow down huh?" Asks Dad.

"No there isn't. This wasnt just an airplane ride or a hotel late conversation. We had talked about it when him and I were alone, even here last time, well the own place. I know youve always had me home except when I had my own place for a bit but that's because of the cost to live by yourself. I'm gonna try snd get my job back and Jake is going to look for a job as well" I say.

"Well hunny you know we just want what's best for you but we also want you to be happy and i haven't seen you this happy in a long time" says my dad as he walks up. "Welcome to the family Jake" as he gives us both a hug.

********

It's been a few months, Jake and I got that apartment and it's paid for in full. I was lucky to get my job back at the bar but I'm definitely looking for something better as I'm working nights and Jake's job has him working days. 

It hasn't been an easy adjustment but we're making it happen. We've started planning the wedding but dont have the date set, even though we determined we want it to be small.

While the schedules are so different Jake is still managing to make me feel loved by taking me on little dates and we make sure we spend time together just us. As much as we love my family and friends, we knew this was a huge adjustment for us but it's been for the best.

Being in my home city with him has been nothing short of amazing though. My family and friends took him in and he found a computer software company that hired him and he's made a couple friends from work.

We somehow manage to spend a lot of our down time together which we both need and it's nothing but fueled our love for eachother. Which has caused me to hsve some symptoms.

 As Jake leaves for work, I head into the bathroom and take a pregnancy test. After that, I check and about to cry. I want nothing more than to call him but I decide to do something special for him tonight.

It's my night off from the bar and I'm in the kitchen cooking when I hear Jake come in as I'm cooking dinner and I have some news for him, so I made his favorite meal.

He comes into the kitchen and wraps his arms around me "what's with my favorite meal tonight?" He asks confused.

“I thought you would like it after the week you’ve had, and I have news for you.” I say.

I turn around after turning the stove off and moving the pans so they can cool down and I reach into my back pocket and pull out a pregnancy test and hand it to him without saying anything.

He takes it and looks at it and kisses me deep, putting his hands on my stomach. As he pulls away "really were gonna have a little one?" He says with the biggest smile on his face

"Yep, I haven't told anyone else. But I'm definitely going to need a new job" I say as I kiss him back.

He holds me tight making sure to keep a hand on my stomach and I just smile up at him.Feeling his hand on my stomach in such a loving way makes me feel things I never imagined I would feel.  As I look in his eyes, all I see is pure love and excitement. There is no fear or uncertainty unlike what I was expecting. We had talked about having a family and he was worried but I see that fear is gone.

"My love, I make enough to cover everything. I don't want you working" he says as he moves his hands around my waist.

"Jake, I need something. I'll get bored and drive us both crazy” I say with a smile.

"You could never drive me crazy." He says kissing my forehead.

I just laugh and lean into his chest. "I love you, Jake, and everything we have built together in this time." I say as my arms around him.

 "I love you too, MC, my future wife and mother to our child" he says as my body shivers.

*********the end************

Lol the stories about the child sacrifice and abortion parallels plus the boy wanting and mutilating himself to be an animatronic as a trans allegory are pretty based and at least the last one seems quite likely to be based on that if the original creator was the one who came up with the idea. how in hell did people even find out he was a registered republican voter? how do you even register yourself as a voter for a particular party?? in my country, things don't work like that so I'm lost. your vote is completely confidencial so it shouldn't be possible for anyone to know such info unless someone close to him decided to spill the beans.

I think i've heard before something about the creator of fnaf being cancelled but for some reason I had the idea it was for being christian, perhaps i'm confusing him with another game creator...

like i said i only play minecraft and pokeymon, but notch, the creator of minecraft, has also had his heated gamer moments too. he said trans women aren't women, he said people who didnt believe in a straight pride parade deserved to be shot, said feminism was a social disease and called a feminist a cunt, said there was nothing wrong about white pride (then later kinda recanted by saying something like "I didnt know there were only some groups allowed to feel proud of who they are"), and something else about not giving in to mentall illness in reference to transgenderism, though later kinda apologized saying he didnt understand trans identities very well. obviously, references to his name got erased in many products and even the game itself, only visible once after you beat the ender dragon, and microsoft banned him from their events ever since.

pokemon creators havent had these type of controversies which i attribute to having a better pr team and not growing up alongside social media and decide it's a great idea to post any thought that passes through their head. theyve had some though, like with jynx believed to be a racial stereotype (supposedly though she's based on ganguro fashion and the "fat lady" of an opera) so her skin was changed from black to purple. interestingly, ludicolo is a very obvious mexican stereotype yet nobody cares lol.

i do think its kinda funny when these authors get cancelled but they stil keep them/their product around to milk it to death.

and I might or might not watch the video. ive watched some youtube essays before but never that long, so we'll see...

I mean only mentally ill people like me would be dedicated to watch a 9 hours lore video essay, so I don't blame you anon lol

I am too very confused about the registred political alignement thing but I gues that's yet another dystopian US lunacy. In my country this stuff doesn't exist neither. I heard some celebrities/influencer get flack for being Republican (Jaclyn Hill comes to mind) but I have no idea how people/haters manage to get this information. I guess they are available on public record or stuff like that.

Since FNAF has a VERY dedicated fandom, I am not surprised some fans went as far as to sleuth this info out.

That minecraft guy sounds like a legit asshole though and he deserved to be canceled idc I HATE when people make foul out of themselves for the whole world to see, and then act shook when people don't want to have anything to do with them anymore. I hope he didn't have the audacity to whine about "Mh fReeDoM oF sPeeCh" because dude was apparently saying it was ok to kill people for having disagreeing opinions🙃

On the opposite, Scott Cawthon is SUPER lowkey & private and never explicitely said anything rude or insulting. People just started hating him for being Republican and allegedly Christian (which I think nobody found actual evidence of)

And animatronic aren't allegory of trans people, it was only the B-7 story of a boy butchering himself as one. The whole FNAF story is Scott Cawthon creation. He just co-writes the book with a female author, but only him creates the lore. Animatronics are regular robot who are possessed by the spirit of dead children.

I didn't know they changed Jynx color 'o' I never thought anything about this design - I felt like she didn't even have skin, but but more like a void lmao (like these spectre type pokemon)

I roll my eyes at article defending this design à la "oooh but Sugiomori didn't want to offend anyone uwu" ok but Pokémon is now a game with an INTERNATIONAL audience. If Nintendo wants to keep making bucks out of their game, they have to adapt themselves to foreign audience. This sort of "purity complex" when it comes from japanese cultural assets coming into the West is insufferable. No culture is immune to criticism.

Ganguro started around 1996 which is the year when the first Pokémon game came out...so I highly doubt Sugimori would be already aware of this trend during the game development. Japan already had a weird thing with dark/black skin, so Jynx simply might be yet another design celebrating this brand of "quirkiness".

Havent heard this song in what feels like forever, but I instantly thought of someone extremely special, my wife, @fucked-up-stoner-witch

I swore after my last ex that i gave up on love. I gave up on everyone and everything. I had a whole plan to "get out." That plan was changed so fast. I met you and I was instantly infatuated with the person I saw standing before me. The way you hugged me was something I will never ever forget, especially because I get hugs every day lol. That first hug was something extra special though. The way you made my heart race was something nobody else did to me. I still cant believe you ever said yes to dinner with me. I also couldnt believe you showed up lookong that damn good😏🤤😍 looking like a whole ass snack. The first time I ever heard you sing had me swooning. The first kiss has my legs weak. The first time😏 lets just say it was something new, fresh, and full of passion. I never felt that type of fire before, and we still have it to this day, at least I know I feel it lol. You deserve the world, and all i can give you is mine. You are the only person who I feel doesnt want anything more than that anyway. You are oh so special and so so so fucking perfect. Even with the mistakes we both make amd the issues we both have we will always have each other. I love you kitten🌹❤️

Top 5 ajr songs for the top 5 ask

shaking my fist like an old man darn you for making me answer this question!!! Ugh how am I supposed to choose?? I’m doing 6 cause fuck you i cant narrow it down anymore (not really fuck you its a joke <3) anyways the songs are under the cut cause I decided to explain my reasoning and it got very very too long. So in no particular order:

Don’t Throw Out My Legos - this song. REAL AND TRUE. I relate personally so much to this song because ~I moved away from home to follow my dreams~ and while the song is about wanting to preserve your childhood home and/or bedroom beacuse you dont want to face the fact of growing up, to me its also about wanting to preserve those sacred spaces in case, ya know. Follow your dreams fails and you have to return home. And so for me that has to be my top 5. Like people say ‘oh this song scratches an itch in my brain’ this song does that to my soul. N E way.

World’s Smallest Violin - ~its the mental illness luv~ . my 2nd most listened to song on spotify of all time and it only came out last year. Its killer

Turning Out - this was one of the first AJR songs I ever heard after that sponegbob song lmao (What Everyone’s Thinking EP, thank u for ur service) and DAMN if I havent cried listening to this song. Multiple times. I interpret this song as one of those where people are like ‘i dont feel like a whole person’ and i relate to that. like im TECHNICALLY a fully grown adult now but boy is that only technically. ‘You say I turned out fine / I think I'm still turning out’ and the ending of the song, ‘I'm a little kid, and so are you / Don't you go and grow up before I do / I'm a little kid with so much doubt / Do you want to be there to see how I turn out? / Cause I’m still turning out’ . Theres a feeling, a need to tell people whats going on because ppl think ur fine but ur not and youre nervous of an inevitable crash thats coming that no one will understand. But you dont know how to tell people. Youre scared to and you dont know how to make them understand. Anyway :(

Burn The House Down - this song goes SO. HARD. Its got a killer beat and this genius lyrics explanation says it all: ‘The titular line of the song is a blunt invitation for a sort of political revolution, at least in a metaphorical sense, in that the whole system will be replaced bottom-up with something new’. lets go burn the house down.

Way Less Sad - also my 5th most listened to song of all time on spotify. Like I’ve said before, its very uplifting and optimistic song to me. Maybe things aren’t great, but they’re better than they once were. And theres something very comforting abt not accepting that you dont have to be 'Happy' - whatever that means - that you can just be better than you once were. it relieves the pressure a little bit.

Karma - its very similar to worlds smallest violin, but the way that the musicality pushes the feeling and ideas in the song makes it just completely different imo. The way the music is constantly pushing the song forward - it never lets up and jack is in a rush to get all of these feelings out and he doesnt understand why he feels this way or why these things are the way they are and it all comes to a head with the final bit of the song when its pretty much silent, just him talking. The way the instrumentals push forward the concept and meaning of the lyrics is just some genius music making imo. Jack talking and talking and the way it speeds up and theres barely time to take a breath if youre singing along - the FEELING of the song, struggling to get these words out. The heart of it is very dear to me and meant a lot to me when it came out. I’m lucky that when I sing along now its not so much as a ‘these are my words i never knew how to say’. Its concepts no longer reflect my own stage of life, but when it did this song was very dear to me. Still is. Regardless of favoritism in relation to myself and simply as a piece of music, I do think it is possibly one of their BEST songs.

Some other faves cause how can I just mention FIVE??

100 Bad Days, the spiritual predecessor to Way Less Sad. GOES HARD

Next Up Forever and Finale - At first I was so bummed they didnt do an overture because I genuinely am such a slut for ajrs overtures but I love the way they these songs work as bookends to this album and I love the ideas explored in these two songs and the way they bounce off each other

Your tags reminded me that I've been meaning to ask you about Kagepro. Where do you recommend starting? I'm kinda confused by the whole thing, tbh. It's a band but also an anime/manga/light novel series?

Ah Yes Kagepro.... the most confusing thing to get into ever <3 i personally think its best to start with the manga cuz its chronologically the earliest routes and it also just. makes the most sense?? after that id say the light novels, although i havent finished them myself, or the songs. the songs kind of provide more insight to the characters and how they feel about things,,, and then lastly u would watch mekakucity actors. i made the TERRIBLE mistake of watching mca first and literally nothing made sense <3<3

i think the easiest way to understand kagepro is that its a multimedia project and each media is a different route, kind of like how undertale has different routes. the manga has a split in the middle where a new route starts, so its mildly confusing but it makes more sense as the manga goes on. mca is all one route, and its the Last route, and the songs that come after that are summertime record and lost day hour, which kind of explain more of harukas whole. Deal and how he feels about being back,, remind blue Also takes place after mca but its more of shintaros perspective... never lost word kind of jumps to the future at the end of the song and shows how kidos life went but other than that the songs mostly just explain the characters

i think its Very important to have tws for kagepro So here is a list of what i remember: suicide (toumei answer, lost time memory, additional memory, some parts of the manga talk about it briefly, most of ayanos character so just watch out if shes There) death/blood (konoha's state of the world, kagerou days, outer science, end of manga route 1 and very prominent in manga route 2, i think near the end of the light novels from what ive heard... pretty much just watch out whenever saeru shows up... ayano haruka hiyori and hibiya too just Watch Out) guns (again just. whenever saeru shows up he loves his guns) epilepsy (a lot of the mvs move fast and have flashing, especially outer science) grief (every main character has lost at least one important person to them so its deeply intertwined with the whole story, especially shintaro ayano mary and azami) feel free to ask if u have any more specific questions about whats in it cuz there is a Lot

theres also this very good video which thoroughly explains kagepro!! its very helpful from what ive heard,, ive never watched it But i do know that he has the best translyrics and does have very good analysis about kagepro, so id recommend watching his videos if anything stays Really Confusing,, id also say if u wanna listen to english covers u should check out will stetson!! he uses breadboxs translyrics and they all sound very nice :) the wiki also has a lot of good information!! i know plenty of the people who work on the wiki and theyre very helpful when it comes to understanding the kagelore

my personal favorites are shintaro haruka and saeru as im sure u have noticed :) shintaro is very flowey esque so i love him,, haruka has got so many issues........ and saeru is. oh he is such a guy. i just GOTTA analyze him what is wrong with that guy