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Love doomed Team Soulfire.
Because they all love so very deeply don't they? They love their children, they love their friends, they love their homes, they love the little peace they have found in the Island.
They love so deeply that they just want to go home.
But love can be a curse.
Love can lead to nothing but pain and disaster when that love blinds you.
The Entity says that their children's lives are at stake, that they must win if they ever want to see them again, that there is a cursed team and they cannot lose, that their lose is death to their children. And Team Blue cannot risk it, they cannot allow themselves to let their children be put at risk in case they are the cursed them.
For love, they would do anything.
And that was exactly what they did. When other's are getting their resources, when they are thinking about what to do, how to proceed, Team Soulfire already knew, they knew they would do anything for their children, they would kill and they would die.
Surely everyone else was on the same page wasn't them? Their deaths meant nothing as long as their children could be saved.
Love blinded Team Soulfire.
Love blinded them to the pain they inflicted on others. Made them unable to realize exactly what they are doing the moment they spilled first blood, because that? That was the moment Purgatory began.
Not when they landed on the desolate Island, not when they were separeted on teams, not when their children's lives were considered a prize in a twisted game.
That first death? That started Purgaroty. Because what Team Blue didn't realize was that not everyone else was blinded by love as much as they were, that for others killing wasn't their first goal, that for a brief moment people thought they could fight against the system, that they could try in other ways.
But after that? Oh no, there was no turning back from that.
They didn't realize that when you kill someone over and over and over and over again, without mercy, without pause, without thinking about the sort of pain you are inflicting on them, it doesn't matter why you are doing it. They wouldn't look at you and see a friend, they wouldn't see a person who just wants to go home, who just wants to end this hell.
They will see a murderer.
They will see someone who sees their suffering as a means of gaining points, they will see someone who doesn't care about anyone else.
They will only see betrayal.
They will only see a enemy.
You cannot burn your bridges and expect to find a way home. You cannot stab the people around you, even if you do it for love, even if you believe yourself to be doing it for good reasons, and expect them to open your arms to you when you need it.
Team Soulfire loves. They love so deeply, so intensely, so very much.
And their love doomed them to be hated. To be viewed as the ones willing to do anything, to kill and betray and destroy anything the others have. Their love blinded them to the suffering they inflicted upon the others.
And the most painful thing?
Team Soulfire does not realize others are not playing the game as they are. That when they try to even the scoreboard, when they try to make things "fair" they are just feeding an uncontrollable fire, they are just scattering the ashes even further, they are hugging the broken pieces of what once was and they don't realize that the blood coating their hands.
Oh my darlings, how they put so much faith in a verbal agreement about the safety of the egg statues. How they love the children so much that they could not imagine that others wouldn't see those stones the same way they did, that they wouldn't be petrified that there was the slight chance that hurting the statue could hurt their children, how they believed that people would feel the same, would respect it as much as they did.
But of course they didn't. Because Team Bolas Rojas has been stabbed in the back from all the sides multiple times, they could not phantom the idea of trusting the people who have hunted them for sport, who have killed them for points in their own home, who have done nothing but hurt and betray them, they don't look at Team Soulfire and see friends just trying to go home, trying to protect their loved ones, they just see the people who hurt them multiple times.
And Team Green Ninjas agreed to not kill the statues, they truly had never any intention of finishing the job, but at no point their ever promised they wouldn't try to win, because at the end of the day they too worry so fucking much they couldn't imagine the possibility of not trying to win to save their children.
So that leaves Team Soulfire isolated, burned by love, forever to be distrusted and hated and avoided because of the actions they took in day one, because they believed that anything done in Purgatory was done for love and would be forgiven because they all have the same goal, they all want the same thing, because they believed people would understand their motivations.
And they did! They do!
It just doesn't matter.
Because the hurt they caused is too deep to be soothed by that.
For love, they have caused what seems like irreparable amounts of pain.
For love, they doomed themselves to be the villains in the eyes of everyone they know.
#listen im not going to point fingers in the main post but like#im a firm believer that bbh is the reason team blue is fucked#like sorry if you have mister 'i will kill everyone for the sake of the eggs and be cruel about it i don't give a fuck' on your team#ofc people are going to want to deck your ass when they see you#because he is part of your team so the logical thinking is that you agree with him when he is just hurting you and your friends#and aint nobody just going to accept that#mf burned his bridges and his team's bridges all in one that is a special talent if i say so myself#i think i will do team green in a different post hang on#qsmp purgatory#qsmp analysis#team soulfire#qsmp#what hits me the most about team soulfire is that watching them is like seeing traumatized people trying their best#but for others povs? they are just a bunch of motherfuckers and i would deck them in the face without hesitation#because they don't mean to but they were so very cruel on the first day#and now no one is willing to offer them a hand when they need the most#doomed themselves trying to do the right thing#i hope things get worse for them#disproportional consequences and all that shit#you started something you could never predict and now it's destroying you and everything you ever loved vibes
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i HATE that my parents are always like ‘u should call xyz’ or u ‘should email xyz’ like NO ? if xyz wanted to CONTACT ME they could’ve responded to ALL MY OTHER FUCKING EMAILS
#stream#like 😭😭😭#IM NOT BEGGING FOR A RESPONSE#I DONT EVEN BEG MEN FOR A RESPONSE#I JUST ESCALATE TO SHOWING UP & YELLING I AINT DOIN NO EMAIL TAG IDGAF#QUIT TRYING TI GET MY TO WRITE EMAILS ITS NOT GOING TO FUCKING HAPPEN#I HATE EMAISL#BITING & HISSING & CLAWING & SCRATCHING#i haaaateeeeeeeeeeee the fucking ‘manners’ liek ‘yo bitch are u dead why ain’t u responding’ isn’t acceptable. but it SHOULD be#like i delete emails soooo easily do u know how easy it is#avoid the phone too#that’s why i Show Up bc nobody can Avoid unless they Physically flee#but i can run too !! u ain’t slick !!!#i’m also not begging for a rejection i actually don’t care
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okay, so how about, chuuya, atsushi, dazai, and nikolai with a s/o who loves dresses gothy??? they act cold and mean around others too, other then them?
yayay tyyy, remember i luv youuuu
"Skulls and hearts"
Sypnosis: You are the epitome of goth and a breeze of coldness, how do these lovely men take care of you?
Genre: romance, suggestive (slightly)
Warnings: reader is more of goth lolita than like abosolute goth bcs i have no knowledge on goth, suggestive on chuuya, one wednesday addams joke, please lmk if i didnt manage to quite reach the goth culture-
A/N: HII sweetie hru? just wanted to say i put more of a lolita goth since i am not educated well on it lol-
DAZAI was definetly fascinated by your style, infact when he first saw your dark attire on the day you entered the agency to file a report, his eyes were already sparkled!
The way you spoke so confidently and was non-chalant about it and everything, your formal attire, everything piqued him.
Especially the cold air surrounding you with your blue hued gaze. He love how you did your make up so much you could call it a mini crush at first sight.
So to fill his intrests he decided to stop you for a while to maybe use his charms but unfortuantly for him it obviously did not work out with how deadly your gaze is
"If looks could kill..." he had thought to himself.
Overtime he had started to court you and all though you despised his annoying tactics he seemed quite cute to you so you accepted his "love" for you
He even bragged about how cool and pretty his new girlfriend was all day at the agency especially when you dropped off his lunch at the office saying "I aint nobodys petty little housewife but here`s your lunch, bandaged idiot. Next time i will throw your lunch down the sewers where your rat friend lives" You had spitted t out loud.
Even the agency is piqued in you and your creative insults which you throw at him whenever he does soemthing stupid For example: "Bandagedass" "Suicidal loverman who cant even fix his clothes" "Charming bedbug i picked up from the trash" "Idiot with a handsome face'' and so on!
But ofc like the masochist he his he loves listening to them which made you creeped out and made you use much appropriate words to insult him.
He definetly tries to rile you up by saying suggestive stuff by playing with the hem of your black laced skirt, push him ten feet away if he does because you wotn be able to do that when you get home...*wink wink*
He loves your music taste, though he isnt into goth culture he loves it when you tell him about goth subculture, it reminds him how your closer and more vulnerable around him than anyone else.
You gave him some goth themed band-aids to put around his bandaged arms and neck which he shows them off like a badge of honor!
Put your makeup away from him though he will probably mess it up and make himself look like if wednesday went through a bad eye day.
And later after scolding him for going through your stuff you finally taught him how to properly do goth makeup.
You even taught him some gothic slurs to throw at anyone who tries to disturb him though he will probably use them is someone insults you which we will be on about now.
If someone dares to insult your gloomy atire, well he doesnt need to say anything because you are there already with your gaze sharper than your eyeliner.
But even so hes ready to take care of his goth gf who only soften around him anytime, anywhere!
Of course CHUUYA supports your style why wouldnt he?
If anything the first time you two had met he had a mutual intrest for you, "how pretty yet terrifying at the same time" he thought.
Soon enough he put up the courage to speak to you though the atmosphere around you was quite cold
He didnt really like people who had arrogance in their personality but you maybe seemed nice to aproach.
Of course the person you are you kept calm and maintained formality, if so you looked quite elegant.
Time passed, dates were booked, hands were slid. He finally confessed to you and you calmly smiled at him.
God...how he loved seeing your eyes soften and your matte lipstick lips form into a small smile at his smallest gestures.
Like buying you all types of goth culured dress since he doesnt know what tyoe you wear and he doesnt want to disrespect goth people
And seeing that smile and light hue of happiness form on your beautifully done cheeks
He loves complimenting you too, all the time!
"Babe you look so pretty right now," "Do you like that dress over there? The laces might suite your skin" "That evangeline themed makeup set...The colours suite your eyelids." "All dressed and pretty just for me to ruin,,,Hahh you really want to rile me up, doll, Dont ya?"
He CAN and WILL buy you the whole fricking hot topic.
Oh you like a chain belt there? frick it buys you the whole belt section. Oh you liked the glossy purple lipstick at the side walk shop? buys 10 different shades.
Hes an executive ofcourse he will buy you everything!
Chuuya can make a few suggestive comments too,,,yknow.
"Wow, doll you do your makeup so well? You could be a professional you know?" "Oh chuuya, how you fluster me'' "Well...professional or not imma` bout to ruin that makeup so bad right now."
Dont worry he will help you clean up the mess he did to your face later. Afterall he loves a cute little goth gf!
I wont deny it but ATSUSHI was quite scared by you at first glance, but warmed up soon when he realises that your not half bad afterall
He had met you at cafe uzumaki sipping on a coffee cup while sketching, wow, the fancy sketchbook and the fact that you were drawing while wearing long black dimond studded nails really made him admire you
Though he was shy at first since you had this shilling aura around you, he still took a breathe and walked over you
You kept looking at him up and down as he nervously tries to introduce himself which makes you break your demeaner and let out a soft chuckle "Oh my...what a wonderful laugh they have..."
So the conversation between you two started, infact while conversing you had drawn a very neat sketch of him with your skull printed pencil.
He was definetly shocked on how you drew him so well in such short time.
Over the agency work days, atsushi was quite a bit nervous, which dazai made a few jokes about him having a crush on "The cafe's goth girl"
And so you two became a thing! well after atsushi got somehow rid of his nervousness
Except your the boyfriend in this relationshio ;D
He tries to buy you stuff though, but you always deny and take him to oth stores at the corners of yokohama, to say the least your better guided than him.
I am sure the agency also warmed ap at you! not since whenever you would always have this threatening aura with a ravishing face of dark-hued makeup but when he turned around to speak to you
Your all soft smiling and tilted eyes.
You even dressed him up in goth clothes one time which he looked a bit too silly in.
If dazai ever saw atsushi in scene clothes though...he wil definetly say something like "Ohohoho you two remind me of Morticia addams and um, oh yeah! Gomez addams Hahaha, wait then kyouka can be your..."
You instantly went "Atsushi please, tell your STEROTYPICAL, UNFUNNY, MENTALLY ILL father to get the fuck out of here and go try to drown himself or something"
So now, not only is atsushi scared of you so is dazai!!
He still loves you and your style though, who wouldnt because i would love a goth s/o who would put on the most gorgeous make up ever and rai--
...
He`s both barking and joining your cult.
JUST KIDDING-
NIKOLAI obviously fell in love with your sass at first sight! What an independant and cool woman! he had thought when his emerald and blue eye fell upon you.
You werent even scared of his illy and outrageous tactics instead you just rolled your eyes at him as if hes some freak
Now this is intresting.
I think nikolai has prefernces for goth lolita so if by any chance thats your aesthetic get ready to be filled with flirts and touchiness
He just cant help it! Your so cold to him but cant you see how intrested he is in you? not just your style but your whole personality he loves analizing people!
Which you find about after many tries of him trying for you to at least speak with him, He was annoying especially during the first stages of your relationship
But soon enough you warmed up, realising that though hes a bit fucked up in the head hes quite chill and fun to hang around.
Niko definetly uses his ability to steal your favourite items from hot topic, so be prepared when you see your vanity filled with all kinds of stygian clothes, lingerine, cropped tops, fishnets, corsets, puffy skirts, makeup etc.
That act made you more soft around him and hes just giddy he got to make his infamous "gloomy" dove smile :D
You help him dress up sometimes too, maybe drawing out long triangles under his eyes for his next show or maybe putting on some dark lipstick just to smooch his neck.
Okay i can defiently see him and you be great fashionistas! One with clownish crimson and black attire and the other with a menacing aura of a maginficent raven (got the reference?)
He is just into you okay? Dont question it!
A/N: i had a bit too much fun writing this lol BY THE WAY GUYS DONT BE OFFENDED BY THE JOKE MY HUBBY MADE AT ATSUSHIS PART, HES JUST A LIL SILLY :33
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Damians the type of kid to never indulge in anything childish or sweet until one day he's forced to go to a carnival and he sees a huge jawbeaker on a stick and he's like "what on earth is that blue ball" and Dick's like "lmao its a jawbreaker" and Damians like "challenge accept motherfucker. aint nobody gonna break MY jaw." and he spends the rest of the day just licking his jawbreaker thats like the size of his head and his tounge is blue and no one says anything because they're just so glad that he's having fun for once (he's not, he's considering suing whoever invented such a threatening and pathetic sweet)
#dc comics#dc universe#batman comics#batfamily#damian wayne#spreading the cute damian wayne agenda#cute damian wayne
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Franklin Part 3
Warnings: Use of curse words and N-word
“Why you been dodging me?” Franklin asks you as soon as you open the door to your house
You step out “I have no idea what you’re talking about”
“Oh so those pages and calls to your phone?” he points towards the inside of your house “They didn't happen?”
You shrug “I don't know maybe you dialed the wrong number” you had no plan to explain to him why you hoped he would just take the hint and let you be, it had been 3 weeks since your first date
He throws his hands up “Come on Y/N what happened? We were just good not too long ago I was gonna take you on another date’n shit”
“I don’t think we would be good for each other Franklin”
“Why you say that? we just talked about you not sabotaging” he points between both of you “this”
“Im not”
He leans in “You are” he argues
“Franklin we aren’t good for each other just accept that” you state matter of factly before you turn to go in
He grabs your arm gently “Nah you owe me an explanation”
“I don’t!” you answer defiantly snatching your arm away
“Yes the fuck you do. I’m puttin’ my best foot forward and you fuckin’ it up on purpose cuz of what? you fucking scared of the shit I do? Aint nobody gon touch you Y/N they dont touch Wanda and her dope head ass what make you think they gon fuck withchu?”
You sigh “Franklin”
“Nah fuck that Y/N”
“You really wanna know?”
He nods “Yes I do, enlighten me”
You pause “I can’t trust you Franklin”
His face holds a confused look “What are you even...?”
“After our date, some of your henchmen came up to me. Guess what they said to me?”
Franklin held his breath he feels his heart beat start to increase. You start to mock the mannerisms and voice of the men “shit I heard you and my boy Saint had a date last night”
He shrugs “So i told them we went on a date big deal” praying that's where the story ends
You continue “Men I lost my $200 and my boy came up on a smooth couple grand” you pause and look at him “ha-ha my man Saint he a G tho” you return to a normal voice “then he proceeds to tell me that there was a bet between you and your fucking crew, you got two grand if i actually went on a date with you?” you scoff “if you were that hard up for money Saint all you had to do was ask I could have given you that and we wouldn’t be having this conversation”
“Y/N let me explain” this was not as it seemed
“Not even 24 hours passed after our date and I’m hearing you went rounding up your niggas so they could pay you!" you paused "And OH! if I fucked you it would have been an additional $3000” you say sarcastically
“Y/N” he calls
You start mocking another guy “My girl Y/N, my sunshiiinneee yo yo yo shit if i had known all i had to do was ask you all proper and shit you would be my girl now. May I take you to dinner Y/N, miss congeniality” you tilt your head “they said you looked pretty in that green dress last night wish it was me instead of that nigga!”
“Who approached you?” he asked with a deep scowl on his face.
“I’ll give you that Saint. You played me good. You played a good game” you begin to walk away
“Hold up, hold up, hold up, who came up to you?” He asked again
You return his mug “I’m not telling you Franklin! It doesn’t matter anyway you up 1 grand right?”
“Y/N listen I will explain later but who told you that? They are a liability to my shit!”
You shrug “what that got to do with me?”
“Tell me their fuckin’ names Y/N!” he demands
You sigh “you betted on me”
“Y/N”
In a soft tone you say “$2000 for the date, additional $3000 if we fucked, had people follow us, Big Saint, The Man, The Myth, The Legend show you lil niggas how its done” you pause “right?...... Saint?”
He looks up and runs his hand down his face feeling like his heart was going to explode word for word you quote what he had that night (“show you lil niggas how its done”) “Y/N please just tell me who told you that and I will explain everything” he begs
“If you wanted the money all you had to do was ask Franklin”
“Y/N, I don’t care about the money”
“But you still made sure to collect, right?” you pause “Then you got the nerve to get annoyed at the fact that I was sabotaging the date!” you scoff in disbelief and begin to walk into your house
Franklin grabs your arm “Y/N listen!”
“Don’t Franklin!” you warn removing yourself from his grip
He blocks the door with his body “Y/N This aint a fucking game who approached you?! I need to know!”
You shook your head, you look him in the eye “I’m not gonna tell you Saint”
He tilted his head and pauses with an offended tone he says “Don’t call me that, I'm not Saint to you it’s either Franklin or any other fucking thing else but I’m not Saint to you!”
You go to say something else but decide not “Fucking Asshole!” you mutter looking down at your sweater pulling small knots that had formed
He released a deep sigh “Fine I’ll take that but you need to tell me who approached you.” he moves his head trying to get you to look up at him. You remain silent. “Tell me Y/N”
You shake your head “I’m not gonna tell you Franklin”
“WHY?!” he pauses to gather himself “You know how serious this shit is?”
“SO YOU CAN GO KILL THEM?!”
“OH MY GOD AINT NOBODY THINKIN’ ABOUT KILLING THEM NIGGAS!” he looks around and moves closer to you “keep your fucking voice down!” he whispers harshly
You scoff “It’s all good Saint”
Almost immediately he sizes you up and with gritted teeth he says “What the fuck did I just say?”
You feel shiver run down, it shocked you so much that you instinctively jump move away slightly, but you hold your ground still glaring at him before you step away and snicker and nod a few of times with tears in your eyes
With instant regrets he breaks his stance and takes a step back to show that his anger isn't’ aimed at you. “Just tell me” he says in a significantly softer tone
“I’m not gonna tell you Franklin, I don’t want their deaths on me because you decided to be an asshole all over $5000?”
He steps towards “Y/N please”
You step away with your hand up “It’s all good Franklin, I hope you put that $1000 to good use” a tear drops from your eyes
“Y/N”
“No hard feelings really Franklin, but you know this can’t work ever, doesn’t matter your explanation.” another tear from your right eye begins to roll down “wish you the best in your business stay safe out there”
“Y/N! No no no no please please please!” he begs gently grabbing your hand trying to stop you but also making sure to not scare you away
You pull your hand away “Goodnight Franklin” you speak before closing the door.
He looks at the door for a moment before turning and walking away towards his car. He turns on the car and begins to drive away “FFFUUUCCCKKKK!” he screams feeling the rage course through him as he speeds on the freeway
Franklin walks in and slams the door causing Jerome to jump up from his seat gun drawn “MOTHAFUCKA I ALMOST SHOT YOU WHAT THE HELL WRONG WITCHU?!”
They hear footsteps before Louie is stand ny the door “JEROME? WHO THE FUCK IS THAT? FRANKLIN!?” she comments frantically looking around for the threat
“Not now” he grits out
“NIGGA WHO YOU THINK YOU TALKIN’ TO?! WALKIN’ UP IN MY HOUSE SLAMMIN’ MY SHIT. I'll FUCK YOU UP!” Jerome bellows
The phone rings and Franklin picks up “Hello?! meet me at Jerome house, now nigga, YES NOW! Bring Sean witchu!”
“WHAT THE HELL GOING ON FRANKLIN WHAT HAPPENED?” Louie asks
“THEM LITTLE MOTHAFUCKAS DONE WENT AND TOLD Y/N ABOUT THE BET!”
“WHAT? WHAT BET?” Louie asks
Jerome looks at Franklin like he has three heads “NIGGA WHAT??? YOU MAD OVER THAT STUPID ASS BET?”
Franklin took major offence to Jeromes accusations, tilting his head to the side “You laughing but if I can't trust them to not tell a bitch about a stupid ass bet I can’t trust them in my shit!! They gone blow up our spot and fuck up our shit.” he points to his head “You not thinking Unc”
Jerome paused and realised the gravity of the situation
“What is this bet? And what it got to do with that lil girl?” Louie asked as she looked between the two
Jerome gently waved her away “I’ll explain it to you later baby just let us be”
Louie scoffed “Shit mothafucka walkin’ in here slamming doors”
“Louie” Franklin commented
“Nigga fuck you!”
Franklin squared up Louie
“AYE! AYE! AYE! WE DON'T NEED ALL THAT NOW!”
Franklin huffed and turned to continue his pace
In 10 minutes Leon and Sean arrived
“Nigga what happened” Leon asked gun already out
“We got some rat ass mothafuckas in our crew look how they got Franklin!” Jerome pokes fun at him “Nigga pacing around and shit over a bitch!” he jokes
“UNC!” Franklin warns
“What... happened?” Sean asked confused
“Y/N told me that niggas from our crew approached her telling her about the bet”
“Soooo...” Leon looked at Franklin confused
“So?” Franklin returned the expression “You niggas not thinking?” he paused “I GOTTA DO ALL THE THINKIN’ AROUND HERE??!!”
“We don’t” Sean speaks trying to rationalise their confusion
“If they running to tell her about a bet, a bet made between everyone in that room, what makes you think they not blowing up our spot?”
The men looked between each other the reality finally setting in for everyone that they could be completely exposed for anything at any moment.
“Our competitors, our opps, our product, our recipe, our schedule, our plug, our money, our peoples” Franklin states
“We got it Nephew” Jerome comments wanting him to not continue hating the feeling of being vulnerable
Franklin chuckled and looked around at them and in a whisper he sneers “and you niggas think I’m mad over a bitch when I got some snake ass mothafuckas in my crew??!! I GOT BIGGER PROBLEMS NIGGA!!”
“My bad” Sean says throwing his hands up
“FFFUUUCK! Round all them niggas up now”
Leon puts his hand up “Now hold on its 2am we ain't bout to be meeting without cops spotting us”
“SHIT!”
“Look lets come up with a solution to figure out who them niggas are we start rounding people up they might start snitching even more” Leon strategizes
Franklin nodded in agreeance “We gonna act like shit aint happen and take them niggas out one by one!”
Jerome nods “Yea I like that plan!”
Franklin sighs and sits down releasing the tension in his body
“We got a plan nephew unless you got something better?”
“No I don't.”
Its silent for awhile with the 3 men (Jerome, Sean, Leon) talking to each other catching up on what they heard or whats going with their product
“Nigga what wrong withchu we have a solution”
Franklin waves him off “Not now Unc,I’m trying to figure out how to fix this shit with Y/N”
“Oh shit,” Leon comments forgetting that you were involved
“Yea nigga, Y/N! they told Y/N!”
“HA-HA you losing your mind over this girl boy! Now you know niggas talk worse than bitches sometimes. Gossipping mothafuckas”
“NOT NOW UNC”
Leon shrugs “just go get another bitch, she aint the only fine girl that we know”
Franklin shot him an incredulous look “I don't want another bitch Leon I want that one!”
“She not special her stuck up ass I bet if you called Tasha now she’ll literally hop the fuck out her bed and come fuck you” Leon wasn’t really a big fan of you, he thought that you acted too good
“I dont want Tasha, I want Y/N and that thing was a fucking mistake i told you that”
“Hell no don’t call that crazy girl up here! Her bat shit ass bout got herself killed trying to sneak in my damn house talking about she just wanna see Frankie” Louie comments
Jerome chortles “BOY YOU HAD THAT GIRL GOING CRAZY BOUT LOST HER FUCKIN’ MIND. DICK HAD HER STUCK NEPHEW!!” he blares out a laugh
Leon, Sean, and Louie join in on the laugh
Franklin ran his hands down his face “We gotta find them or this shit is not gonna last. If they can go run and tell Y/N what else are they doing? Product been going missing lets start there whoever them mothafuckas are they fuckin’ dead!” he grumbled.
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maybe YOU need to change...
[an loa rant, ⚠️blunt, honest not sugarcoating !!]
i usually try to be nicer BUT i just needed to put this out there.
i love answering asks and helping everyone. i love hearing when people get success. but sometimes i get the same asks over and over again and I'm repeating myself over and over again. and then i see a lot of bloggers getting the same ask. honestly, this is the law of assumption. it's nothing more than assumptions creates reality.
baby, if u feel tired, take a break. practice self care and pamper urself. if ur gonna constantly scroll on tumblr or whatever, then that's on u. if ur donna decide to overconsume instead of apply, instead of deciding that your desires are already yours, well i can't do anything about that. only you can change yourself. only u can change ur reality. nobody else can manifest for u. only if you change yourself first, you 3d will change. it's the law. aint nothing can be done about that. either apply and get ur desires or do nothing and get nothing.
and literally manifesting should take no effort. it's just thinking and accepting and knowing that it's already happened. if ur too lazy to even do that, then what are you gonna do? u didn't even need to move a finger to do this and yet you decide it's too much "work" for you? you keep copy and pasting the same ask to 9999 bloggers and that aint enough for you? you keep asking for "motivation" when you wouldn't even put in the work? and this "work" you refuse to put in doesn't even require lifting a damn finger? what?? i don't understand then. you gotta put in that "work" before you even feel motivated. trust me, you won't feel motivated until you get started and start applying and get towards ur goal. get off ur damn phone already. please. at least go outside and touch grass.
sweetie, you don't need to put ur life on hold either. literally give urself a break. let go of those non-existent "doubts." go take a walk, do some self care, spend time with friends and family. enjoy life while manifesting. if 3d circumstances are tough, be tougher. don't let it break you down. use ur imagination. take care of responsibilities in the 3d but persist in ur assumptions still. oh my god, what else is there that u need to know? please apply it alright.
i wrote this in this ask but i feel like i should put it in a separate post.
get off tumblr stop reading this info u already know what to do u don't need bloggers to give u advice or motivate u. u need to change and control urself. i keep getting the same asks again and again and i keep repeating the same thing over and over again. apply. accept and know it's done bc creation is finished. persist. be consistent. I'm so sorry if this sounds cold or blunt but i feel like I'm sugarcoating way too much when i answer asks so they never actually apply what i say. doesn't matter if there's motivation or not. u need to actually apply before u feel motivated.
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if you’re wondering why I’m having to repost this, or why you were perhaps previously following me but no longer are, please refer to this post. I was able to retrieve this thanks to @iamburdened - thanks so much!! ♡
Daryl Dixon x she/her!reader
spoilers: set in seasons 2 & 3
warning: LOTS of sexual references
Sounds Good
Yours and Daryl’s relationship had been...interesting, for quite a while. It started after the group found Sophia in the barn. Daryl was affected in a bad way, and because everyone was rightly worried about Carol, nobody noticed Daryl storming off. Except you. As quickly as you could, you told Rick you’d go look after Daryl, and you sprinted after him. Naturally, Daryl was pissed at you, he snapped at you a few times, but you kept following him. He eventually realised that he wasnt going to stop you, so every so often he glanced behind him to check you were still there, and every time he saw that you were, he’d scoff and shake his head.
The two of you stumbled across a farmhouse, and in the basement was a goldmine. It was an alcoholic’s wet dream, bottles of alcohol covered the walls of the dark, cold room. Without a word, you and Daryl barricaded yourselves inside, and started to drink. The tension eased the more you drank, and before you knew it, you were rolling on your backs laughing at anything and everything. You dont remember anything after that, and neither does Daryl. All you know is that the two of you woke up completely naked, with your body sprawled over his. To say that was a surprising wake up call would be an understatement.
Daryl woke up to the sight of you pulling your jeans back on, and he checked you out for a few seconds before you noticed he was awake. You rolled your eyes at him, but you were smiling.
“This stays between us.” You told him once you were both dressed, and Daryl held his hands up in surrender.
“Aint plannin’ t’ kiss and tell!” He said, and you laughed as you headed back up the basement stairs.
“Whatever you say, Big Dick Daryl.” You teased him, not needing to look over your shoulder to know that he was blushing.
“Absolutely not.” He said, and you burst out laughing.
“What?” You asked innocently.
“Ya cant call me that.” Daryl told you, the shock of what you had just said was still scrunching up his face.
“Alright, what can I call you?” You questioned playfully.
Daryl did his signature scoff-laugh at that. “Anythin’ apart from that!”
And you smirked to yourself mischievously, knowing he would regret that choice of words. Challenge accepted.
Whacky, sexual petnames was how you began flustering him. You’d jog up to his bike, knowing that’s where you’d usually find him, and greet him loudly enough for him to worry the others could hear.
“Hey there sexy!”
“What’s up, the human embodiment of arousal?”
“Why hello, you sexy hunk of man meatloaf!”
“Hi there, sex on legs.”
The way Daryl’s eyes would widen at every new petname you invented for him, the way he blushed and scoffed and shrugged you off; tormenting him was just delicious. It was all in good fun though, and Daryl knew that.
What was less fun was when Daryl gained the confidence to retaliate in his own way. Whenever you greeted him with something whacky, he figured out exactly how to fluster you in return.
“Well hi, sunshine.”
“Hey gorgeous.”
“‘Ey beautiful, y’ alright?”
“Mornin’ sweet girl.”
Somehow, Daryl had figured out that because you were so comfortable calling him overtly sexual things, it must be the more cheesy stuff that flusters you. And he was absolutely right.
Soon enough, the two of you had pretty much formed a relationship that consisted of nothing more than ridiculously blatant and loud flirting. It started as a battle of who could fluster the other the most, but considering how constant it was, you both got used to each other behaving that way and getting flustered became more difficult. So instead, it just became a fun thing between you two that was guaranteed to make each other smile, as well as make anyone within earshot laugh or want to bleach their ears.
Once the two of you were confined to the prison, it only got worse for everyone around you.
Daryl casually leant back on the truck as Rick searched through it, his eyes were glued to your form as you headed for the doors with a basket of laundry. Daryl nodded at you.
“Ay gorgeous, ya headin’ my way?” He called out to you, and you grinned at him.
“In your dreams!” You shouted back, to which he laughed.
“Damn right!” He responded, his eyes lingering on your hips as you entered the prison doors ahead of him.
Rick just chuckled and shook his head, unfortunately used to situations exactly like that.
Neither of you had any real consideration for who overheard your comments, so long as the kids didnt hear the more sexual ones, of course.
“You comin’ by my cell later?” You’d ask Daryl whenever he wasnt on watch that night.
“Why, ya need tuckin’ in?” Daryl would smirk at you from the other side of the room.
You’d lean on the table that stood between you, so that you were dramatically pushing yourself towards him. “Ooh, keep talking, it’s just getting to the good part!”
And then you and Daryl would break off in fits of laughter, going about your separate business.
There were smaller and more common comments too. At least once a day, someone would overhear Daryl walk by you in a lowcut shirt and simply say:
“Nice wrack.”
Overall, though, the group had grown accustomed to the fact that although it wasnt the typical relationship, it was your own cute way of showing each other how you felt. Strange, but cute. So although at first it was shock after shock with the stuff you’d say to each other, everyone was so used to it by now that they simply smile and shake their heads like proud parents.
“Good morning to the sexiest man alive!” You call as you exit your cell, knowing that Daryl would be close by, waiting for your daily complimentary greeting.
Sure enough, as you round the corner you see him sitting on the floor fiddling with his crossbow, laughing at what you’d said.
“Mornin’ gorgeous.” He replies, giving you a smile he reserves just for you.
Later, you find yourself tending to the crops in the prison field while Daryl patrols the fences on watch. You wipe sweat from your forehead, holding your hand above your eyes to shield you from the son as you wolf whistle at him. Before Daryl has even turned around, he’s smiling, because he knows exactly who that whistle came from.
“What d’ya want, sweet girl?” He asks as he strolls over to you.
You very dramatically rake your eyes up and down his form. “You’re really gonna walk around here looking that good and not makeout with me?”
Daryl laughs, his eyes flicking between the ground and your eyes, smirking at you teasingly as ever. “Naw, you couldnt handle it.”
You bite your lip as you smile up at him. “Oh, I can handle anythin’ you’ve got for me, big boy.”
Daryl scoffs and shakes his head, trying to hide his slightly pink cheeks. Anytime one of your comments has the potential to link to his dick size, it’s guaranteed to fluster him, no matter how many times you do it.
“Get back t’ work, horny girl.” Daryl tells you before walking back over to the fence, and you smile away to yourself. Once he’s back at the fence, Daryl turns and sees you still smiling at the crops below you as you tend to them, but he knows you’re not thinking about tomatoes.
Finally finished with your farming duties of the day, you head back inside the prison. A few seconds after you flop into your bunk, you hear a vehicle drive in, and you jump to your feet. It takes your sore limbs a minute or so to get to the doorway, and since you only see Daryl, you assume that those who had just returned from the run have gone elsewhere in the prison. You stretch your arms above your head and let rip with a petname you have been waiting to use.
“HEY ANGEL DICK-“ But much to your soul destroying surprise, Rick, Maggie, Glenn, Hershel, and Carl, are standing with Daryl, so the rest of your sentence doesnt pass your lips.
You stand in the doorway with wide eyes, everyone staring at you, before they burst out laughing. Rick has his hand on Carl’s back, the two of them hunched over they’re laughing so hard, while Maggie and Glenn are crying laughing as they hug each other, and Hershel is chuckling and shaking his head at you. Blushing furiously, you bury your face in your hands as everyone loses their minds.
Daryl tries to laugh as quietly as he can since he doesnt want to add to your embarrassment, and he walks over to pull you into his chest so you can hide away. The rest of the people that heard your words are still laughing as they stumble back into the prison, leaving just you and Daryl outside.
“Did’ja need me for sum’?” He asks you quietly, that same teasing tone in his voice. He is never going to let you live this incident down.
However, you’ve had enough time to collect yourself and the pitiful remnants of your confidence, so you pull away from Daryl just enough to look at him as you sigh very dramatically.
“I got that fatal sickness again.” You break the news to him with a mocking sad expression.
“That so?” Daryl questions, his face already twisting into a smirk, and you nod.
“Yeah, the one that can only be cured by seeing the most arousing smile to ever grace the earth. A swoon is the only way to save me, Daryl, Im feeling faint!” You fall back dramatically in his arms and he, of course, makes sure you dont land on your ass.
“Fine.” Daryl smiles at you and you smack your forehead with the back of your head, wobbling your knees as you swoon.
“Im cured!” You cheer.
“Sure you dont need some rest? I can take you back to your cell.” And the smirk is back.
“Already coming onto a girl fresh out of recovery! Bad boy! I’ll talk to you later.” You flick Daryl’s biceps, and he laughs as he drops his arms from your waist and strolls back inside the prison.
Turning around, your eyes drink in his form as he walks away from you. Unfortunately for you, Daryl was not the only person in the doorway. Carol stands there, smiling and shaking her head at you.
“You are so in love with him.” She teases, and your jaw almost hits the floor.
“WHAT!?!” You whisper-shriek, not wanting Daryl to overhear and come running because he thinks you’re in some kind of trouble.
“He’s in love with you too, you are both being ridiculously obvious about it and you’re somehow still blind to each other’s feelings. Crazy kids.” Carol sighs, shaking her head as she walks around you, the two of you choosing to sit on the edge of the truck trailer.
You scoff. “The chances of Daryl actually being into me are next to none.”
Carol looks at you like you have personally insulted her. “Are you insane?!”
You roll your eyes. “Seriously, Carol. Daryl and I can flirt as much as we like, but he deserves so much better than me. The whole reason I dont make an actual move on him is because Im waiting for some beautiful girl to steal his heart from right in front of me.” Staring down at your jeans, you feel your own words weigh you down.
Carol’s quiet for a moment, and you barely notice because you’ve lost yourself to a period of sad overthinking. It’s only when she speaks up again that you realise she hadnt already replied.
“I think a beautiful girl has already stolen his heart.” Is all she says, and when you’re about to question her, Carol hops off the trailer and ever so casually waltzes back inside. Your eyes follow her, and that’s when you see Daryl leaning against the prison entrance with his arms crossed.
Feeling petrified all of a sudden, you snap your gaze away from him, not knowing what to say or do in this scenario. Somehow, Daryl is the one who knows what to do in a social situation, more than you do, because he strolls right over and sits down where Carol had previously been sitting, right beside you.
“Ya really thought I wasnt bein’ serious with ya this whole time?” Daryl asks you after a minute of silence, his voice hushed.
You just shrug, your gaze fixed on your jean covered thighs.
Daryl scoffs. “Jeez, (Y/N). How’re you the only one that cant see how crazy I am about ya?”
You stay silent, unable to find any words to speak as you lift your head to look at Daryl, but he’s staring off at the prison field.
“There aint nobody on this earth that could come take my heart from me, ‘cause I don’ have it no more. Ya’ve had ma heart since that night in the basement, and ya aint even known it.” He confesses, shaking his head and letting it hang as he falls into silence.
“If this is real, you have to promise to never bring up the angel dick incident ever again.” You tell him as you sniffle, wiping away the happy tears that had started falling from your eyes.
Daryl lets out a hearty laugh at your words, the kind of laugh that only you can bring out in him and he looks at you from the side. “Fine, I’ll sacrifice that trump card if it means you’ll believe me.”
You smile at him warmly, cheeks rosy as you breathe deeply and rest your head on his shoulder. The two of you stare out at the sunset, seeing the world in a true moment of peace, and understanding it.
“So, you wanna come back to my cell later?” You ask him, and he chuckles at you using one of the most classic lines within your flirtatious relationship
“Ya need tuckin’ in?” Daryl responds with a classic reply, and you sit back up, shaking your head.
“Nah, I was thinking you could stay.” You shyly meet his eyes, biting your lip, and seeing his eyes darken makes your stomach flip. Daryl leans in real close, his lips mere centimetres from yours when he decides to answer you.
“Sounds good.”
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Random MW2 Headcanons
TW: Heavy angst, mentions of abuse, mentions of insecurities possibly?
This was very long but it was worth it!!!
Soap
If and whever he does settle down and gets married, he's definitely wearing a kilt at his wedding. And he's probably gonna have the wedding in the countryside of Scotland
He has a BIG family. Like half the people in his hometown are related to him
He got baby fever from being around his baby nieces and nephews, and his friends' kids too
His mother is the absolute sweetest, his father is kinda grumpy (he just needs to warm up to you
Neither of them speak english, they speak with a heavy scot accent. But they genuinely care about you as their son's spouse
He's terrible at playing the bagpipe
He's a heavy sleeper. Like he hibernates and sometimes rolls over on top of you crushing you with his weight. Which would be fine in winter but in the summer? good luck cause he aint moving for another 4 hours
It gets worse when he becomes a dad. he suddenly snores in his sleep and sneezes loud asf
he loves orange cake and angel food. idk he just seems like he'd like it
He likes metal music, esp bands like System of a Down
In the very early 2000s, when Soap was in college, there were students walking around campus with a camera interviewing students about what they want to do after college for a class project. Around the middle beginning of the video you can see young Soap, pre-mohawk, being interviewed and speaking in fluent scottish.
He said something along the lines of wanting to become a famous soccer player and winning the world cup, and his backup plan would be culinary school
The video is still out there somewhere, low quality, and was originally posted on the college website. However, the college he used to go to shut down, the website, along with the video were also gone with it.
But the website was up for a good amount of years before the school shut down, and a few people recall seeing the video before ìt shut down. Meaning there was a window of time where it could have been archived.
Nobody knows where though. People tried to look for it, for reasons not related to soap, creating a very niche community of people looking for a lost interview video tape that is decades old
Meaning that the video of young college student soap being interviewed is considered lost media. And will remain that way until someone can find it somehow
Anyways, he has long forgotten about the video, so he's very oblivious to the fact that there are people out there looking for a video ages old that includes him
He later ended up dropping out of college and joining the military after realizing he has more brawn than brain
He's still sad that his dreams never came to fruition. Dont get him wrong, he loves his co-workers and he prefers his current job over an office job any day, but he wishes he went through with his dreams
He felt like he wasnt smart enough for anything that involved school
his grades in high school really werent the best, just barely enough to get him to graduate
His sibilings were (according to him) more accomplished, one of them being an accountant, another one being a successful lawyer, the other becoming a short story writer.
He eventually learned to accept it within himself, and he knows that the abilities he was born with are normal things to have and are still very useful, and not being booksmart doesnt necessarily make him of any less value
He's still a very important part of the 142 task force, and his co-workers are very grateful to have him on the team. (even Ghost himself said it)
Ghost
He canonically has a nephew and a sister in law, both of which hes never met
He just left his home behind and went to join the military to escape the torment and abuse of his father and brother
The only reason he even know about the existence of his SIL and nephew is through letters that his mother used to send him after he left.
His mother was the only one who ever really cared for him
In fact, he felt so guilty for leaving her behind to deal with the abuse of his dad and his brother. She would always state in her letters how happy she is that he got out
Whenever his dad would go into one of his raging fits she would always try to stop him, but to no avail
Simon was still grateful for her effort. He knew it wasnt her fault
She would mention how his nephew looks so much like him, especially when he was baby.
It made him think about what could've been. Would the kid even want to meet him, let alone want someone like himself as an uncle?
No. is what he always said to himself whenever that question came up in his mind.
Eventually his brother would move away and completely cut contact with his mom, preventing her from seeing her grandson.
She never saw them again after that
One day, he would receive a letter from his mother informing him that his dad finally passed away.
He remembers it vividly, how in that moment he felt nothing but rage. How time suddenly seemed to stop in its tracks, how he wanted nothing but to beat something or someone into a pulp.
He's not angry because he died
The fucker died in his sleep
Way too peaceful for a piece of shit like him. He's angry because the man who made him and his mother suffer for years got to go out the easy way when he should have been suffering in his final moments
it was just unfair
His mom would also send cards on holidays or his birthday
But the letters along with the cards would be sent less and less often, until eventually they stop completely
He finds out later that his mother had died due to some terminal illness.
He should have seen it coming. in the last letter she had sent, she kept stating how much she loves him and how much she wants to see him.
It was her saying goodbye, and he didnt even realize it
She never mentioned it in any of the letters because she didnt want him to worry about her
He was so lost and devastated. No tears would come out when he tried to cry
He'd become more violent and aggressive during combat on missions as a form of release
People around him were concerned, but none bothered to talk to him. He was too intimidating. Even if he wasnt he wouldn't open up to anyone about such a sensitive topic
He still misses his mom dearly every day. He mourns her every year on mother's day and her birthday
As a (much healtheir) way to cope, he'd write his feelings down and details about his day in the form of letters to his mom. Letters that will never be sent
He ended up tracking down where her gravesite was, and went to visit her.
He stayed there for a while. Just...standing at her gravestone, unable to say anything
He contemplated tracking down his brother and beating the living shit out of him since hes much stronger now. He decided it wasnt worth it and went back to base
He'd visit his mom's grave and leave flowers, sometimes He'd clean her gravestone if he finds that its dirty
At some point he just started talking to her. He found it relaxing
Alejandro
He has a little sister who is in college studying biomedical science!
His other sister is studying oncology, shes hoping to be able to discover and research more about rare cancers
His younger brother swears up and down he's gonna be a famous athlete one day
This man absolutely loves his mother and would die for her, same thing with his sibilings
He vists them as often as he can, bringing his sibilings their favorite snacks and a gift for his mom, every single time
He has vivid memories of his childhood with his sibilings
He clearly remembers walking to the store when he was little, holding his mom's hand the whole time while looking around
At the time it used to be a routine that she would buy him his favorite candy on the way out when she's done buying groceries, and she would do the same for his sibilings
Him and his younger sister (the 2nd oldest, the one who's studying oncology. Their other younger sister was always excluded because she was too young they didnt wanna babysit while they were out with their friends lol) were trouble makers
During the summers they would somehow convince their mom (after a lot of begging, ofc) to let them go out to the small convenience store by themselves to buy snacks
They would go on their bikes, which should take less time to get to there since its right new their house, but they just kept goofing around
Alejandro always ends up buying everything other than snacks
His sister is always like "Okay but if you get hungry dont expect me to share my snacks with you"
He steals them from her anways lmaooo
At the store Alejandro would buy more useless but weird toys from the front register, like sticky hands, those yo-yos with the roll of gum in em, tiny toy soldiers, and most importantly, firecrackers
Alejandro as a kid had a very weird obsession with firecrackers
Whenever he played with the neighborhood kids he'd bring the box of firecrackers with him, in the front pocket of his shorts (he will never again make the mistake of leaving them in his back pocket or the basket on his bike as they were always missing when it was time to go back home)
He'd try to get his friends to come out of their house to go play outside by throwing firecrackers outside their house
big mistake because one of them had a big ass dog chained near the backyard and he started barking loud as hell and almost jumped him.
One summer, during a dry heat, Alejandro and his sister were hanging about outside, and he was throwing firecrackers at random directions out of boredom. One of them landed on someone's dry lawn and it popped, started smoking, and eventually started a fire on their lawn
Alejandro and his sister never booked it home so fast in their lives. their legs were cramping from going so fast on their bikes
As a little kid, he was put in church choir, maybe also music lessons?
At their house, theres a framed picture of little Alejandro, around 5 or 6 years old, standing in the living room dressed up in a suit that was slightly too big for him with a big ass bowtie, as he was about to go and sing in church
Also near that photo, is an ofrenda for their father, with candles put around it which were lit occasionally by their mother
Every Dia de los Muertos they will put their late father's favorite foods on it, along with sugar skulls, tamales, pan de muerto, and some flowers.
All food that is put on his ofrenda is made by their mother from scratch with the help of the kids, every single year year.
Even to this day, even when they're adults, they all chip in to help out their mom make the food. It brings them closer together as a family
When Alejandro was a teen, he saved up some money to go buy a cassette player (im really not sure how old he is nor do i know what else besides cassette players and ipods they used to play music so bare with me for a sec) and his mom made him share it with his sibilings since they didnt have enough money to buy one for everyone
he was pretty stingy about sharing it. was absolutely pissed when his youngest sister ended up losing it
he always loved exploring random abandoned places, like abandoned asylums and whatnot, especially with his friends
He ended up seeing some spooky shit that terrified him from going back for a while
eventually his mom found out, and her absolutely HATING anything to do with spirits and ghosts, she forbid him from exploring abandoneded places. Also because shes obviously concerned for his safety
Gaz
He had a pretty good childhood on the opposite side of England that ghost used to live in
He was very out going in primary school, had lots of friends
he lost a lot of them by the time he entered middle school and high school though
He has a younger brother whom he always used to destroy at video games. like every single time he'd beat his ass in a 1v1
He'd sometimes eat his leftovers just cause
They rough house and wrestle a lot, especially when they were younger. when they got older they eventually evolved to just doing basic arm wrestling lmaoo
When Kyle was younger, when his mom was away at work his dad used to take him out to the coffee shop and he'd always, always get a juice or chocolate milk drink
Sometimes they'd go to the park and he'd take his soccer ball with him, and they'd just play soccer in the grass
Or sometimes they'd go get ice cream
When his brother was born, they did the same thing, but him also being pretty young at the time, was jealous thinking that his dad's attention was being stolen from him by a baby
Little kyle ended up absolutely loving his baby brother and would adamantly refuse to go anywhere without him
"I told you they'd get along, it was just a matter of time" Said his mom one day to his dad, while they were in the car, driving home from a restaurant. him and his younger brother were in the back, sitting their booster seats fast asleep.
"I guess you were right then. How do you do that?" replied the dad with a smile, looking over at his wife sitting next to him. "i know them like the back of my hand" she said, smiling back, looking at her sons through the rear view mirror sleeping soundly in the back
Kyle and his little brother used to be best friends, like there was a time where they became inseparable
As they grew older, as kyle became a young adult and his brother became a teen, they started growing apart
Eventually Kyle went into the military, despite protests from his parents, who were deathly afraid of something happening to him during service
He still kept in touch with them, he would occasionally set up a skype video call and they'd all talk for hours about everything
Him and his brother would play online multiplayer games together from time to time.
Their relationship isnt what it used to be, but its still there. Neither of them seems to want to address it
At some point in high school, Kyle had his first love
He loved her more than anything, she made him feel so happy and loved, and it felt like his heart was about to explode with hoe much love he harbored for her
But, he would also end up experiencing his first hearbreak, and him having no prior experience with relationships, it broke him
He spiraled into a deep depression. He thought he had done everything he could to please her and make her happy, and in the end it still wasnt enough
He wasted so many hours and days of his life wondering why, what he could have done wrong to make her leave him
He eventually learned it was a waste of time trying to find the reason why, and just accepted it as a part of life, and moved on
He still hopes that deep down that she would come back and they could have a second chance at a relationship, but in the meanwhile he's trying to focus on himself
His relationship with his family, his co-workers, working on himself, whether it was physically or mentally.
He hopes one day he will find the right person for him, someone who sees him and efforts as enough. Someone who can appreciate him and whom he can appreciate back
On another note, he always wanted to go to college to study astronomy or astrophysics, or something along those lines. He always had an avid love and fascination for space
Unfortunately, he's more english and history smart, rather than math and science smart
He's good at english and history, but he finds those subjects boring and wishes he was really good at math and science.
#mw2022#mw2#simon ghost riley#simon riley#john soap mactavish#john mactavish#kyle garrick#kyle gaz garrick#alejandro vargas
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Ok so I said that i was gonna be on a hiatus but I just wanna speak some more since I woke up to more stuff so one here and on Twitter. I'm just gonna use my blog to talk about this more. Again, my messages are open but state your opinion kindly as I am stating mine and my status.
Being neutral means that you are in the middle. You are seeing both sides of the story but in this case we only know one side, the victims. Some of yall are reslly quick to throw around the word rapist apologist when people just wanna stay neutral and wait for his side. Sorry that some people don't wanna go off of Twitter and wait for a official statement. And I'm sorry it makes them seem like heartless beings but that are being neutral
NEUTRAL:not helping or supporting either side in a conflict, disagreement, etc.; impartial.
Some of yall are being w e i r d for saying people who are neutral are defending him and are delusional and blind like what??? Sorry that some people want to wait and hear Percy's side before debating anything. Yes there is 'evidence' but quite frankly as i said in my last post it all seems thrown together. And one person doesn't want to release more evidence because its scary and he is a celebrity but also wants people to share and repost it?? Hate to be that type of person but its too late for that now so you might as well release ALL of the evidence ao everyone can see it. What's the point of keeping the evidence to yourself?? That confuses me. NEUTRAL people are not helping,yes they hear them and their thoughts are with them but they are not going around saying how Percy belongs behind bars,or saying anything about Percy. They are just simply pointing stuff out.
We haven't heard shit from nobody on Percy's side. People are taking his silence for guilt but people can't seem to use their noggins and put together that his social media is out of his hands now. Yes he is an asshole we know that now, he said a slur we know that now, he played with a girl's heart we know that, the sa part is where things are iffy.
Everytime I go on Twitter and there is something else that has been added and then another part not adding up. THIS is all we got ok guys? TWITTER is all we got. And one person doesn't even want to release more evidence. TWITTER is what we will have for a few days which sucks because Twitter is becoming a hot mess EVERYTHING IS A HOT MESS! So some of yall can not blame people for being neutral. Because on Twitter everything is become iffy.
Some of yall think they are ignoring the victims. Which is not the case. They are acknowledge their stories and experiences BUT they are also acknowledgeing their own OPINIONS. Idk if some of yall like to hear this but weather you like it or not but...SOME STUFF DONT ADD UP!! Which is why they are waiting for the OFFICIAL STATEMENT. That's not a bad thing at all. Some of yall just throwing the word racist apologist around with ease when people just genuinely don't want to pick sides until both sides have statements. Some people don't want to follow things from Twitter or dont feel comfortable taking the information from an App where things are known to be.... off, and THATS FINE!!!
I mean I don't blame them at all. I myself is neutral and everything is just a mess. Let's just accept that we are not going to change people's opinions on the matter but they ARE allowed to voice it and it's your decision if you want to interact with it. As i said before, some stuff aint adding up so people are waiting for Percy's side. Nothing wrong with that at all. I'm tired of people calling other people who are remaining neutral awful names for not automatically going on the victims side. Stop calling people heartless or rapist apologist just because they haven't picked a side. Because they are remaining NEUTRAL. Not everybody is taking the situation the same way and some of yall are gonna have to respect that and not blow up when they don't have the same opinions or status as other people do.
People WILL have their opinions and their own status on where they stand and no matter how wrong it looks or how stupid it sounds you can not change it.
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A psychological look at mass hypnosis
There are three key principles in mass hypnosis
1- Distracting visuals (spirals, flashing lights, dancing, erotic imagery) The idea being disctraction of your conscious mind allowing easier access to the subconscious
2- Music. Music is a powerful force for memory, alzheimers patients who don’t even remember their names will remember song lyrics from their childhood. Music acts to connect the message to your long term memory and provide musical triggers for recalling the message. If you examine pop music musically, the most catchy songs not only share the same chords and structure but are also reminiscent of other recognizable songs specifically because they know that makes them stick in your mind more.
3- Repetition. Hypnosis works by suggestion and the principle of if you repeat a lie often enough you start to believe it is at work here.
The idea of these three things working in concert is to convince you that the message is not an idea being given to you but a product of your own thinking. This is why some people are more susceptible than others, some people have a strong internal voice and others have no internal voice at all and are easier to program.
I can’t be the only one who notices that pop music checks all these boxes. Now for arguments sake let’s assume I’m right and pop music is a form of mass hypnosis and that pop stars are just figureheads delivering cultural instructions from the top down to alter behaviour. Start to examine the lyrical content of the music you listened to...especially in the 90′s when this was at its most flagrant...pay attention to the chorus..what is the message they are trying to deliver, and what would be the psychological impact of internalizing that message and accepting it.
This is going to be a weird obscure example but I think its a good one. I came across this super cringe pop song from the 90′s by this act that was only around for a few years Vitamin C. I picked this example because the song didn’t appear all that nefarious, she wasn’t super slutty there were no references to having sex with demons...its probably a song parents would have listened to and approved for their teenage daughters as comparatively wholesome. However the message of the chorus “I aint got nobody that I can depend on, just me myself an I.” was a typical message in music marketted to young girls. The message, which repeated over and over with dancing, and flashing lights was telling girls they can’t trust God, their friends, their family or in particular you can’t trust men.
So what would be the result of internalizing this message. Chronically single women, struggling to support themselves by themselves, being extremely guarded and hostile to people who express an interest. I mean look at people these days...it’s pretty clear that was the message they were raised on. this song is just one example of it.
And we wonder why so many people fall for these feminist talking points despite them being so retarded. This is in many ways self worship which is a very key component of satanism. It’s worth mentioning the same woman was once in a film called the hip hop witch, which is likely not far from the truth. Which all begs the question why would the cultural curators want this message absorbed what do they gain by teaching young girls to keep to themselves. It’s just another prong on the depopulation tool.
Try it for yourself, look at a song that uses catchy repetitive lyrics and is accompaned by lots of distracting visuals and dancing. And imagine the song is trying to convince you of some idea, ask yourself what that idea is and what would it mean to you if you internalized and accepted that message.
This is also one of the reasons tik tok in particular is such a nefarious bit of social media. If you were creating a mass hypnosis app...would you structure it any differently than tik tok? Even the name tik tok evokes the concept of the metronome or the ticking of a clock both auditory and visual triggers common in hypnosis.
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I am kind of a fan who is on the outside looking in. The relationship he is in with KG is whatever to me. I am just here for him. However I have been in fandoms where I was deeply involved and had my own fanpage too. I have seen the gf of a singer/actor get torn to shreds over being with him/her. Like the jealousy was hot and heavy. With Austin though? I do not think this is it. Everyone I have spoken to who have stated their opinion have giving well thought and solid feedback. It isnt just a bunch of jealous fake fans foaming at the mouth. Despite of me being neutral about this relationship I can see why people see Kaia the way they do. She seems like she doesnt consider his feelings , she is only known more now for being with him. Hell she is known more for being his gf than Cindy's kid. They both do look miserable too. Even people who arent even close to being in the fandom have called it out so it isnt a delusion. I think it is super unfair of shippers who ride them hardcore to say you and other fans aint shit for not supporting them. The only reason some of them ship so hard is for popularity and attention. Its kind like the annoying sibling who does things because theu know it will get your attention and bug you. Being a fan of his shouldnt be a war. I feel bad for Austin. He is talented and it gets overshadowed by his relationship which to me is on the shippers. If they just chill and let people be and stop inserting KG into everything, the fandom wouldnt be what it is
This is a perfectly nuanced and well said message. Shippers that once hated her guts or didn't like her at all all of a sudden turned 180 and started harassing fans that didn't like her. That kind of behavior is not normal. Instead of disliking her on once side of the spectrum they went to the complete opposite side and instead went balls to the wall. You can just be normal about something. It doesn't have to be extremes on either end. I agree with you that the shippers are only going gung-ho about it for attention, for popularity, and to be accepted by everyone else. Those that dare to speak up and voice their opinion otherwise are shunned and bullied, deemed as tinfoil hat conspiracy theorists, which is insane because anyone can see these two have no chemistry and they don't like each other...which isn't a conspiracy lol.
We can have our opinions and im not ever forcing nobody to have one specific viewpoint. Feel what you feel, but don't be a dickhead and try to indoctrinate people into a war AND into feeling one kind of way, otherwise "you're not a real fan and you don't love austin". They can't think nuanced and differentiated, it's all extremes with them. which is suspect. i like to surround myself with people who can think for themselves, stand in their opinions, and also be open minded.
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So i was watching a bunch of funny GC videos on YouTube and I got the inspo and motivation to give the OG13 a GC. This will probably be very OOC, but I like to think of this as how they act without the other states. So um- enjoy? (Also yes I know that ME technically isn't one of the OG13 I just added him for fun)
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Yorkie: WASSUP F*CKERS
Masshole: Why do you have my phone?!
Yorkie: F*CK YOU THAT'S WHY
Papa (PA): Wtf is wrong with you guys
Yorkie: b*tch stfu
Masshole: fr
Papa: 😑
Joi-sey (NJ): why am I here
Maine: I would also like to know.
Joi-sey: Nobody asked you 😑
Maine: I don't remember anybody asking you either so stfu 🤫
Georgia: It is too damn early for this... Why must y'all always choose violence??
Mary: I would like to know this as well, but I've just stopped asking and accepted it as one of their traits hun.
Georgia: Ughhhhh
Respect Your Elders(DE): Why tf is my phone blowing up
Yorkie: Cuz we're conversing duh 🙄
Respect Your Elders: Silence fetus.
Yorkie: B*tch.
Respect Your Elders: Infant.
Yorkie: Old man.
Respect Your Elders: Toddler.
Yorkie: Old hag.
Mary: Aight let's stop fighting!!
Yorkie: Stfu <3
Respect Your Elders: Stfu Mary.
Mary: 🥲
Southie: Hey guys 👋
Joi-sey: Hey babes 😘
Southie: Hey handsome ✨❤️
Masshole: Ewwwww get a room 🙄
Joi-sey: Oh shuddap Masshole. We don't say nothin' when you and Penn are sitting together on the couch and lovingly staring into each other's eyes and sh*t 😒
Rhodey: Actually we do say stuff-
Joi-sey: Yea but not out loud.
Masshole: ....Stfu <3
Joi-sey: 😌
Nutmeg: Will y'all stop bullying each other for once-
Joi-sey: No ❤️
Masshole: Nah ❤️
Connie: *sigh*
Georgia: Yorkie wanna cuddle 🥺
Yorkie: Is that even a question- I'm on my way.
Northie (NC): Gayyyyyyy
Yorkie: Oh shut up ion say nothin' when I walk past you and TeNnEsSeE making out in the hallway, so don't start.
Northie: 😳 you saw that
Yorkie: Yup 👍 I had flashbacks to middle school when I would walk into the hall and see a couple playing tonsil hockey.
Masshole: Ok but FR THO
Yorkie: YEAH THEY ALWAYS BE GOIN AT IT LIKE BRO AINT NOBODY WANNA SEE THAT 🥹
Masshole: ONG. AT LEAST GO INTO THE JANITORS CLOSET OR SOME SH*T 😒
Yorkie: YEAH. IM JUST TRYING TO GET TO MY NEXT CLASS AND TRY TO GET THROUGH THE DAMN DAY WITHOUT GETTING DRUNK AND JUMPING INTO A BUSY ROAD FOR FUNSIES 😭
Masshole: ...Damn you alright bud
Yorkie: I'm fine <3
Masshole: Okay then...
Papa: Wtf was that...?
Georgia: Idk but I have my Yorkie with me so I'm fine with it 🥺❤️
Yorkie: Stfu-
Georgia: He's blushing rn
Mary: Hun if you don't send a picture right now then no more coffee ❤️
Georgia: Sending it rn hold on...
~georgia sent a photo~
*in the photo York has his face hidden but it's still quite obvious that he is blushing like crazy*
Papa: Pfft-
Virgin(ia): Awww how cute 🥺
Joi-sey: How long have you been here
Virgin(ia): T h e w h o l e t i m e.
Joi-sey: Alright then...
The Shire (NH): Ay Yorkie ya still alive?
Georgia: No he's asleep.
Masshole: Good. He needs it.
Rhodey: Aww Masshole does have a heart :)
Masshole: Stfu before I come over there and kick you like a football out the window :]
Rhodey: 😶
Masshole: Damn right.
Mary and Papa (at the same time): Your cute when your mad 😒❤️/🥺❤️
Masshole:... Stfu ❤️❤️
Virgin(ia): I'm so lonely 🥲
The Shire: You and me both 🥲
Connie: I feel y'all :')
Rhodey: There's an emoji for that y'know 😒 "🥲"
Connie: Idc 😑
Rhodey: Whatever
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Yorkie: Guys guys guys guys-
Respect Your Elders: What did you do now child?
Yorkie: Ok first of all, f*ck you. Second, I found a rat snake :)
Masshole: Put it back where you found it.
Yorkie: Why tho 🥺 He's cute 🥺
Masshole: Okay, what do rat snakes eat 😒
Yorkie: Birds, bird eggs, squirrels, rats- Oh. OH-
Masshole: Yea dumba$$. Knowing that it eats squirrels, it would probably eat your long rats too.
Yorkie: B*tch they're called ferrets.
Masshole: Point still stands.
Yorkie: I'll put him back 🥲
Masshole: Atta boy <3
Yorkie: F*ck you <3
Joi-sey: Knowing him he'll probably abduct some random garter snake he finds in the woods
Connie: Probably 😑
Papa: Yea that's accurate
Everybody else (-NY): ^
Yorkie: Man I feel betrayed 🥲 F*ck all of you ❤️
Georgia: Even me darling 🥺
Yorkie: Yes you too traitor ❤️
Papa: DAYUM-
The Shire: Dang no hesitation 😭
Georgia: I- Love you too I guess 🥲❤️
Yorkie: ❤️
Yorkie: EEK I FOUND A GARTER SNAKE 🥺 IT'S SO TINY 🥺
Joi-sey: Yup thought so.
Masshole: Goddamn it- New York stop abducting random animals
Yorkie: But-
Masshole: No buts 😒 Put it back.
Yorkie: It's cute tho 🥺
~Yorkie sent a picture~
*in the picture the snake's snoot is right in front of the camera*
Yorkie: 🥺
Masshole: Dangit it is cute- Y'know what? Fine. Tell me when you get home.
Yorkie: YESSSS :D
Masshole: 😒❤️
Respect Your Elders: Awww does the big bad Masshole have a soft spot for his little brother 🥺
Masshole: Del istg I will kick you out the window
Respect Your Elders: Pfft- yeah right 😒
Masshole: ....
Respect Your Elders: Uhhh guys?
Papa: Hm?
Respect Your Elders: Why do I hear footsteps approaching my room?
Rhodey: That's probably just Mr. Bay State coming to kick your ass out the window.
Respect Your Elders: Uh oh- Baby are you not going to help me 🥺
Rhodey: Sorry Love, but I ain't gettin' in the way of that
Respect Your Elders: Babe 😭
Rhodey: It was nice being with you <3
Respect Your Elders: Jersey? Penn?
Papa and Joi-sey: Sorry Del/Ha nope.
Respect Your Elders: Traitors 😭
Respect Your Elders: Oh god he's knocking on the door-
Respect Your Elders: HE JUST KICKED MY DOOR DOWN-
Respect Your Elders: GUYS HELPHDKGSKADHSU-
Yorkie: Damn he got him 😔
Joi-sey: 😔
Papa, and Rhodey: 😔
Mary: Y'all I just heard a thud outside my window 😥
Joi-sey: Probably just Del.
Mary: WHAT?!
Papa: Backread.
Mary (after backbreading): OH GOSH- WHY DIDNT YALL HELP HIM 😭😭
Yorkie: Ya really expected us to get in the middle of Death's work?
Mary:... Fair enough 😭
Georgia: Is he still alive??
Mary: Well- he's groaning in pain so yeah I think so 👍
Georgia: At least he's alive.
Masshole: Hey I'm back :)
Mary: Hun why did you kick Del out the window 😭?
Masshole: He was running his mouth 🥺
Mary: No books tonight, youre sleeping <3
Masshole: Nuuuuuu 🥺
Mary: Sorry Hun 😘
Masshole: 😔👍
Yorkie: 😎🕶️🤏🙂🤭
Masshole: 💥
Yorkie:👀🏃🏃🏃💨
Masshole: Damn right 🙂❤️
#welcome to the table#welcome to the statehouse#ben brainard#wttt#wttt og13#lmao this was fun to write
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DAMNIT I WAS WRITING ANOTHER POST BECAUSE TWO PEOPLE ARE INTERESTED AND I WANNA RAMBLE AND I FORGOT TO SAVE
I LOST EVERYTHING I WROTE FOR MORE INFORMATION
AN HOUR I WILL NOT GET BACK! VALUABLE WORDS I WON'T REMEMBER!
It's fine it's fine, ILL WRITE IT ALL AGAIN IN DIFFERENT WORDING!!! YyyyyyeeeaAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!
ALRIGHT.
SO, the animatronics being the boys? HILARIOUS, PERFECT EVEN, WHY THE HELL NOT. SO, THE MAIN CAST IN SECURITY BREACH IS FOUR, SO WE'D NEED THREE MORE BECAUSE WE'RE ALREADY COUNTING WARRIOR'S IN FREDDY'S PLACE.
I'm thinking, maybe Legend, Sky, Wild. I totally didn't almost forget I chose Wild in the first lineup before I forgot to save. I'm totally not salty at myself.
But that's just the main four, so if there's more animatronics they could either be random or more of the boys.
WE'D ALSO NEED A SECURITY GUARD.
Oh my god I just got an idea for Tatl to be the security guard what has the world come to/j
AND WHO TAKES MOTHERFUCKING WILLIAM AFTON'S PLACE????? GANON?????? MIND YOU I DIDN'T THINK THIS THROUGH I ONLY THOUGHT OF A VAGUE CONCEPT AND SOME STORYLINE BECAUSE I REALIZED IT AND I WENT "AINT NO WAY THIS IS PERFECT"
Alright alright, so SOME STORYLINE I THOUGHT UP
Mask has two older sisters, Saria who is 12 and Navi who is 14. Mask himself is ten, don't ask how they're literally all two years apart, I don't know either 🤡
So, they had good parents. They were really good parents actually! (Or they could've actually been really bad,,,) But then they died somehow and some way. Be creative! The siblings get sent to an orphanage afterwards, but they really don't wanna split and end up in different houses (completely reasonable, I'd say), but then maybe that does happen! A couple might want to adopt one out of the three, maybe even two out of the three, but not all of them. They don't really like that of course, so they could possibly avoid it and run away! Yk,,, bonus points if the reason is even sadder. BONUS BONUS POINTS IF THEY DO GET SEPARATED. BONUS BONUS BONUS POINTS IF THEY GET SEPARATED AND MASK TRIES TO RUN AFTER THEM BUT GETS LOST.
So, this could go Multiple Ways. They could get the hell outta there and just decide to live alone, a pretty bad idea in hindsight, but they make it work! Navi, however, decided to go off into a near arcade restaurant thing because they needed the food and she decided to go and try sneaking some out! It was a stupid idea, especially because they knew children were going missing in there, but Navi promised to be careful and return as soon as possible! The younger two let her go even if they REALLY REALLY REALLY don't think it's a good idea, and surprise surprise she doesn't come back! Saria and Mask are, of course, WORRIED. BECAUSE OH GOD THATS IN THEIR WORST NIGHTMARES.
They faithfully wait for her to come back, being sure to get themselves as much food and water as they could. Mask is good at sneaking, so he can do a pretty good job at that! If only the stores hadn't started to catch on 💀.....
It eventually becomes WAY TOO LONG for Navi to be missing, and as the days go by, the two get even MORE worried for their older sister. Now, Saria gets the idea to go look for her in the arcade thing that hasn't been decided on what it is yet unless we decide to completely go by SB and make it something like the megaplex. So Mask is REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REEEEALLLYYYY reluctant on letting Saria go, but against his 100% better judgement he lets her go look. He doesn't really like the idea, because he REALLY doesn't wanna lose both his sisters, but what's he supposed to do?! Nobodies gonna listen to a little kid!
He ended up being right, because Saria didn't return either.
He has a dreadful feeling in his stomach, one of worry, because OH GOD BOTH HIS SISTERS ARE MISSING NOW 😭😭😭. It takes him around a week? Maybe less? To go look for his sisters. And then this spirals down to the haywire animatronics (Warriors being an acception) and the horrors to behold of getting tracked down by blood hungry animatronics and some creepy lookin' lizard who WANTS HIM MCFUCKIN DEAD
Okay so, he honestly just sneaks into the place by trailing along with a huge crowd. Nobody even notices he's there, which is honestly by SHEER LUCK, but he'll take it. He spends some time sneaking around, looking for his sisters before he gets sidetracked by something cool in the building. A security guard tries to lure him away, but he doesn't really think that's normal and he basically nopes the security guard and runs as fast as possible, security guard hot on his trail.
Now around this time, Warriors could malfunction and leave Mask a PERFECT hiding spot, OR, if the animatronics end up looking more humanoid than like animals, he hides in Warrior's green room! He hides anywhere he knows the security guard won't find him, and eventually, a malfunctioned Wars is brought in the room!
BUT THATS JUST ONE OUTCOME.
THERES SO MUCH THAT COULD HAPPEN WITH THE DIFFERENT MENTIONED OUTCOMES I IGNORED WRITING, and I'll write more later it's just late and I'm tired and energetic at the same time 🤝, there's so many plot holes I could fix that huge plot hole in a different story I'm making with it 🤡🤡🤡, THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR LISTENING TO A NEW RAMBLE I'LL WRITE MORE LATER HAHAHAHA
#warriors linked universe#lu mask#linked universe#linked universe au#writing ideas#*slaps au* this can fit so many scenarios in it I bet#I'll do this better in the morning I swear#don't mind the plotholes I'm just going wild rn#edits? later. losing my mind? right now.#I sincerely apologize it's early in the morning 👍
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Ok so just writing this down here so I can think abt it later. Spoilers for CRK Cookies of Darkness an' Chapter 13-14 an' shit.
Funny au ides where dark choco and dark cacao get a better father son relationship bc I need it
Basic premise understand this is just me jotting down my thoughts at midnight on a school night because my sleeping pills aint working tonight until I write this down nothing special.
Basically Dark Cacao sends Dark Choco flowers in the mail along with a letter with something along the lines of "Hello Dark Choco Cookie, since it's [insert random reason he would give flowers to him like birthday or some sort of holiday celebrating your son idk] I am not sure if you still like plants as they did spark your interest when you were younger, but things change. Enjoy the flowers and please write back if you can. Love/From, Dark Cacao Cookie"
Dark Choco is surprised and despite feeling semi resentful towards his father (much less though since the events of chapter 14) and having no interest in plants and life in the slightest, keeps the flowers as it was a pleasant surprise and he doesn't want to admit it but he was quite happy to receive them from his father.
Dark Choco writes back with a letter speaking about how he was surprised to receive flowers and despite not having interest in plants and life he decided to make an exception just this once yada yada yada. Dark Choco speedruns to the black citadel sneaks into Dark Cacao's room when he's not there leaves the letter on his desk and speedruns back to his home.
Dark Cacao was shocked that the letter was on his desk in his room and nobody knew of a letter or saw anyone go in his room. He writes back about how he was surprised to find the letter in his room and how he suspects dark choco was behind it but asks him not to elaborate. Dark Cacao says in the letter that instead of just writing letters back and forth and eventually running out of things important and worthwhile to write they just talk.
Dark choco recieves letter accepts and they meet in a Coffee shop ig (I like the a hat in time coffee shop au a lot) Dark Cacao and Dark Choco start asking how the other has been and etc.
Maybe ill expand on this later but it's early in the morning and I have school in the morning so gn. Please if you like it reblog and tell me if you do I'd really appreciate it ty. Sorry for the trash writing I just I'm trying to jot down an idea like a had mentioned prior.
#writing#wow#crazy#crk#cookie run#cr#crk au#cr au#cookie run au#cookie run kingdom au#text post#cookie run kingdom#dark choco#dark choco cookie#dark choco cookie au#dark choco au#dark cacao#dark cacao cookie au#dark cacao cookie#dark cacao au#father son bonding#yay#im tired sorry for ghe bad writing#i need to fall asleep somehow
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Wow. So we were going over fandom history trying to figure out when/where 2po came from since nobody can seem to remember him before season 15, and he is WILDLY unplugged from both fandom and creative history (and, frankly, years of glass closet secret on fandom merc function and networks) while trying so hard to pretend to be in the know and spin his interpretations.
But like, while nobody got a meaningful answer to that, it came up that I've somehow endured three times longer than Emily Rose did as the lightning rod for their hatred. And for everything built by fandom, whether denialists accept it or not, she really deserves the credit. If she and the others hadn't had the mind to run the demographics book ball in season 9, it wouldn't have made it to S12, we probably wouldn't have market testing, or late seasons, or any of our angle now.
Just interesting to remember the proverbial warriors that took important steps here fandom forgot. I guess they thought they could flush me out like they did her. She was the first real TPTB advocate for Destiel and they put everything into flushing her and tried their best with me.
But you aint never met a stubborn dick like me. I ain't going away, bastards, no matter how many storms of lies and warped data you throw, and as I've been reminding often. For months. Before it became the growing list of coincidences I quoted into the show, which is really more of a novel at this point. Clock's ticking. You're out of moves. Nothing can stop what's coming.
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if you’re wondering why I’m having to repost this, or why you were perhaps previously following me but no longer are, please refer to this post. I was able to retrieve this thanks to the very lovely friends who have relentlessly sifted through tumblr archives to recover them, thank you all so much!! ♡
Family Of An Inmate
It’s crazy, really. How being the wife of Negan made you the queen of something, for a while. How the two of you lived in some kind of fairytale, where it was safe to have a baby together, because there was nobody who could possibly take your home and that safety away from you.
By no means did you agree with everything Negan did. His methods were gruesome and at times, cruel, but his reasoning was sound. It made sense to you, and when it came down to doing what it took to keep your family and your home safe, you hated to admit that you turned a blind eye to what he felt he had to do. You didnt have to live with or see the consequences, he never hurt anyone that you cared about, and you did care about people.
The saviours knew you as many things: Negan’s Queen, Strictly-Off-Limits-Unless-You-Wanted-An-Iron-To-The-Face; but you were also a motherly figure to almost everyone, you cared for people, you made them smile. Negan loved that about you. His “other wives”, were actually just to keep you company, they were friends for whenever he was away.
“It simply aint right for a sweet lady like you to be surrounded by assholes all the time!” He would say.
And they were your friends, you cared for them too, you made them laugh and feel safe. He called them his wives because he had a “rep to protect”, and you didnt mind that, you thought it was quite funny.
You didnt go out with Negan often, you didnt feel the need to, it wasnt your area; you were very much a home bird who kept things going while he was gone. People knew better than to mess with you, Negan would destroy anyone who so much as talked back to you if he found out about it whenever he came back.
The only time you did go out with Negan was on the worst day of your life. When you saw your husband’s throat slit by Rick, and while you screamed and got held back by people in Rick’s group, Rick called for the medic to save Negan. You couldnt believe it, but you also couldnt not be grateful for Rick not killing your husband.
After that, everything changed. Rick’s group took you and your daughter, questioned you, and they were surprised to find you werent an awful person. Rick offered you the chance to stay in Alexandria, you’d obviously be under strict supervision because they couldnt trust you, but he was a good man who understood that although you were Negan’s wife, you were not a partner in his crimes.
For the first time, you saw the repercussions of Negan. The grief, the loss, the pain. You didnt even know who Negan had killed from this group, but you could tell there were people missing. It broke your heart, it really did. But again, you understood why it had happened. Just because he‘s your husband doesnt mean that you agree with every decision he’s ever made. He did what he felt he had to do, and you loved him, but his crimes were horrific, that was undeniable.
It didnt take long for the group to accept you, which was somewhat strange in the circumstances. But you were kind, you offered to help with whatever you could, and your daughter won the hearts of everyone. They had no reason to dislike you, it wasnt you that had hurt them. Still, the loss of your own community weighed you down, and the fear of one of Rick’s group crossing you and trying to hurt you or your daughter was something you had to live with. Rick allowed you and your daughter to visit Negan, and he didnt request supervision for that. Rick knew you werent going to break him out, he knew you were eventually going to feel safe in Alexandria and you would know that Negan was being kept safe, too.
And so, everyday, you and your daughter travel down from the house you were generously given, to visit your husband, her father.
“There’s my two favourite girls!” Negan cheers, and you can see the sadness in his eyes at not being allowed out of his cell to spend all day with you both.
You smile at him, unlocking the cell door with the key that the person guarding gives you that day whenever you walk in. The two of you step inside the cell, your daughter running to jump in her father’s lap.
“DADDY!” She squeals excitedly, and he laughs, bouncing her on his knee.
“Hey there princess! And how are you today?” Negan asks, and you cant help smiling seeing them together. It always warms your heart.
“Good! Today, we helped pick tomatoes and we jumped in the puddles! I picked some flowers too, I brought you some! Look!” She digs in the tiny pockets of her dress with the highest degree of excitement, pulling out clumps of crushed daisies and placing them in Negan’s open palm, which dwarfs hers dramatically.
“Well, would you look at those! Beautiful flowers from my beautiful little girl! I’ll keep these close.” Negan says, kissing her temple as he places the flowers in his shirt pocket, over his heart. He looks up at you. “C’mere dollface, I’ve developed a frightful sickness that only a kiss from you can cure.” He smirks, knowing you cant resist him.
You roll your eyes at your cheesy husband, sitting down beside him on his cell bed and leaning in to kiss him. Not too passionately because your daughter is present, but passionately enough. He is your husband, and you are deprived of him for most of the day.
“Will the nice man Rick ever let you out of here, Daddy?” Your daughter asks Negan innocently, playing with the hem of her dress distractedly.
Negan laughs softly at that. “I dont know, sweetheart, but for now Im just grateful that he’s keeping both of you safe and close by.” He leans close to her ear. “But dont tell him I said that, he thinks Im the big bad wolf that’s gonna gobble everyone up!” Negan tickles her, pretending to munch on the sleeves of her dress at her shoulders to tickle her more, and emphasise the idea of being the big bad wolf.
“Nooo! That’s not you, Daddy! You’re a nice man too!” She corrects him, and you nod in agreement.
Negan looks between the two of you, grinning. “Well, thank you both very much.” His eyes linger on you. “And thank you, sweetness, for stickin’ by me through all this, I know it cant be easy.” He leans close to your ear to whisper. “Your strength is very sexy, by the way.” He places a teasing kiss to your neck and you sigh, but pretend to roll your eyes so your daughter thinks her daddy’s just being silly.
“As is yours, mister.” You tell him, patting his knee and resting your head on his shoulder.
Negan turns to kiss your forehead. “This is gonna sound cheesy as all hell, but I really miss cuddlin’ you, my mighty fine lady.”
You giggle at that, snuggling into his shoulder a little more before sitting back up fully. “Let’s cuddle right now then. C’mon, lay down!”
Negan laughs, but you raise your eyebrows at him to let him know you’re serious, and his face lights up. You stand up and lift your daughter from his lap, Negan lying on the edge of the bed. You lie in front of him on your side, your back to the wall, facing Negan, with your little girl lying between you.
“This isnt a very comfy bed!” Your daughter complains, and your heart aches, because she’s absolutely right.
Negan smiles. “It’s real comfy when I close my eyes and imagine Im back with you two.”
Your heart aches more, and you lean forward to kiss him again, the three of you sharing a single-person-sized bed. It doesnt take long for your daughter to fall asleep, cuddled up to Negan’s chest. And then it’s just you and Negan, staring into each other’s eyes with lazy smiles on your faces. His hand moves from your waist to your face, gently tucking some stray hairs behind your ear before his fingertips settle for tracing the line of your jaw down to your chin, tipping it up ever so gently to kiss you again. You dont say anything, you dont need to. Comfortable silence is something that you havent had with him in a long time.
Rick comes to check on Negan later that night, after finding out that you hadnt been seen heading home. He finds the three of you cuddled up together on Negan’s bed, all of you fast asleep. He pulls out his own key to Negan’s cell, locking the three of you in as quietly as he can. And then, he leaves. He tells Rosita to forget about her shift watching Negan and head home for the night, then Rick heads home himself. Because despite everything, Rick empathises. Just because a man has done unspeakable things, doesnt mean his family should be tortured for his crimes, too. And he knows that as long as Negan’s family are kept safe, Negan will stay in check, because just like Rick, Negan has done horrible things to protect his family. They’re pretty similar after all.
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