#this is so extremely stupid folks I’m so sorry
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The Trigun boys say take your brain meds!
#Trigun#this is so extremely stupid folks I’m so sorry#but also. look at these boys. they would#vash the stampede#nicholas d wolfwood#millions knives#I also have rep from all 3 iterations which is fun
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A Special Bouquet 💐 Part 3
Warnings: SMUT- fingering, Hair pulling, a little bit of degradation?
word count: 2254
A/N: Yall got part 2 to like almost 40 likes so here you go yall crazy ferals, your mean Jenna 🙄
Jenna and you had started dating not too long after the whole- “incident” and y’all actually got along pretty well, Jenna was always- always offering to help you after she was doing whatever she needed to do for the day. Yet, you always tried to talk her out of helping you but Jenna was stubborn- you learned that pretty quickly. Though even though you always told her she didn’t need to help you out she always did, it could’ve been the smallest thing and she would help you with it.
Since you and Jenna started dating your shop seemed to always be crowded, Jenna suggested buying a bigger place for the shop but you refused to move, you loved the small and cozy feeling of it- plus you had saved up for all by yourself, way before Jenna. It was a special place for you, Jenna as well but she just helped out so she had an excuse to be with you. You always thought it was a bit stupid of her to come during your work hours but she didn’t seem to care, just dropping in whenever she could.
Today was like one of those days, you were helping a few people pick flowers out, making sure they didn’t pick the wrong ones for their occasions. It was draining to say the least- you usually only had desperate husbands and older folks coming in and they were pretty easy to handle, but now your spectrum was much wider. Young teens, married couples, or couples who were planning their wedding, you name it they came to your shop. As you were finishing up with a few guys after they had finally decided on what to get their girlfriends you waved them bye- as they walked out the door, Jenna walked in.
“Jennaaaa…” you chuckled softly “What?” She gave you a small smirk as she walked behind the counter giving you a light kiss on your forehead “I thought I might as well stop by, I was close by.” You rolled your eyes at her with a small smile “You were literally not even a block down today…” “My point exactly.” She retorted, you scoffed at her snappy attitude “Geez you’re a bit rude today aren’t you?” You tilted your head to the side at her, returning her smirk. Jenna snickered softly, nodding her head with a small smile. “I just missed you, now you’re making me feel bad for loving you.” “Jenna quit it…!” You giggled softly as you shoved her back lightly, she took a dramatic gasp “After all I’ve done!”
She threw her hands up acting extremely offended, you just laughed at her as you rolled your eyes yet again. “Now go home will you? I’ve got this, it’s only 30 minutes before I close up.” Jenna had a bit of a worried look as she sighed “Are you absolutely sure Y/N?” You scoff at her, crossing your arms. “I did this for 5 years before you walked in, im sure I can manage what I started.”
She didn’t respond for a few moments before she let her head hang. “Fine, but if you’re absolutely exhausted when you get home, remember that it’s not my fault.” “Yeah yeah, now shoo!” You giggle as you walk her to the door “I’m going I’m going!” She chuckled before turning her head to give you a quick kiss on your lips, then she finally walked out and waved you bye as she hopped in her car. You waved her bye as well, watching her drive off, then you walked back in to clean up and do whatever you usually needed to do before leaving for the day.
<3
You finally locked up the shop for the day, sighing deeply, in the last 5 minutes of your open hours a large group of women walked in, and of course, they were looking for flowers for a friend’s proposal. You were absolutely exhausted, like Jenna had told you you would be. You walked to your car as you got in taking another deep breath, pulling out your phone and pulling up your texts with Jenna- sending a message to her:
Y/N💕: Just got done, be there in a few sorry
as you sent down your phone you started up the car, not even a minute later you begin to drive to your shared apartment with Jenna.
About 4-5 minutes later you pull into the front of the building, pulling your key out of the car and parking it. You stepped out of the car, closing the door behind you and stepping into the building, making your way to the elevator and pressing the 7th floor. Once you heard the ding of the elevator you stepped out and walked to the front door of you and Jenna always walked through, you unlocked the door as gently as you could trying not to make any loud noises just in cause Jenna was asleep. You walked in and closed the door behind you, locking it again as you took off your shoes and set down all of your stuff.
Jenna immediately perked up from her stop on the couch, smiling at you and getting up and walking over to you, though usually- you loved being greeted like this by her you held your hands out in front of your body, keeping your distance from her body. Jenna looked at you with a puzzled expression “Baby? Are you okay?” The obvious worry was easy to hear in her voice was she spoke. “I just- need to go lay down…” you sigh as you tried to talk to the bedroom but Jenna gently grabbed your wrist stopping you “Y/N- did something happen?”
You were already ready to snap- you really, really didn’t want to yell at her but you couldn’t hold in your frustration anymore “NO! NOTHING HAPPENED OKAY?!” You snap at her harshly, though Jenna didn’t budge “You should’ve let me stay and help you…” “I DONT NEED YOUR HELP WITH THE SHOP ALRIGHT? YOU DONT NEED TO WATCH OVER ME LIKE IM A LITTLE KID!” You hiss at her, your words hurt her a lot- but she could tell you were just stressed from the day.
Jenna’s brows furrowed at your harsh done, her grip tightened around your wrist “So that’s how you’re gonna talk to me? After what I’ve helped you with? You’re just gonna treat me like I’ve been doing the wrong thing this whole time, I thought I was being a good girlfriend to you.” She scoffed “I never said you weren’t Jen-“ Before you could even finish your sentence her other hand had grabbed your hair, wrapping around her fist as she tugged it sharply making you wince “Shut up. If you want a bad girlfriend then fine, I’ll be a bad girlfriend.” She muttered at you in a Husky voice, your eyes widening at her sudden aggression.
She walked you to the kitchen counter as you were stumbling backwards, she turned your back to face her as she shoved you down on it, making you groan in frustration “Jenna quit it-“ “I told you to SHUT UP, are you fucking deaf?” You flinch back from her words, you want to apologize for how you yelled at her but you felt one of her hands on the back of your left thigh, the other still holding your hair tightly.
She didn’t say a word as her hand worked it’s way across each of your thighs, a soft whimper escaped your lips as you felt her soft skin touching yours. “J-Jenna wait please-“ Her hand pulled your hair a bit making your head lean back, a groan escaping. “I don’t care if you’re not ready now, you’re gonna have to deal with me now- whether you like it or not.” She almost growled the words at you, a tingle being shot up your body. Her hand continued to work across your thighs before you felt her lifting your skirt a bit- you hadn’t had time to change when you got home since you had yelled at her, now you regretted opening your mouth even more.
Her fingers gently glided across your thong as you almost immediately let out a soft moan “Geez your acting like you’ve never felt something like that…” She scoffed in a teasing manner “I haven’t, I never do anything sexual to myself- or other people for that matter….” You grumble, trying to ignore the fact that her single touch had already made you feel sopping wet. “Well I’ll tell you one thing, in the future I’ll be a lot gentler- but today I could care less how much you don’t want it.” She let her fingers run up against you again as you whimpered softly, your body eager but your mind wanting anything but what she was about to do to you- as you, were of course expecting the worst.
She pushes your thong to the side and before you can get a word out she presses her finger up against your clit, and just like that you let out a deep and desperate moan- your legs shaking. Jenna only chuckled as you were trying your best to keep from seeming like a complete- slut… her finger started to rub your clit as it ached for any sense of pleasure it could get, you continued to let a few moans slip out as Jenna continued to tease you. “You like that huh?” She softly whispered, you immediately nodded your head at her question, your body being lost in complete and utter pleasure.
“Do you want me to go further…?” You let out whined of desperation as you nodded again, without even giving you a second to prepare yourself she moved her hand to your entrance and slid a finger in. Your body shivered at the sensation as your legs shook, you wanted to hide your red face from her but she still had your hair in her grip. Your stomach felt like it was in a knot as you groaned softly, the years of refusing to experience this type of pleasure made it feel like every single little touch was the best thing to ever happen to you.
Jenna sighed softly at the sight of you, feeling your muscles tightening around her finger, she gently leaned her body on top of your back as she exhaled against your neck causing you to shiver. “You’re gonna love every second of this….” She sighed in a hushed voice, her lips pressing against your neck as she kissed you gently, her tongue circling the kiss as she chuckled softly pushing her finger farther into you. You took a shaky gasp of air, exhaling in- as much of a muted moan you could manage, biting your bottom lip as she kissed your neck again.
You felt her teeth digging into the skin on your neck, you whimpered softly as she held the bite for a little bit, obviously wanting to leave a mark. Once she felt like she had made a dark enough mark her teeth let go of your neck and she gently licked the marking to soothe the stinging pain you were feeling. She slowly started pumping her finger in and out of you, causing you to bite your lip harder in an attempt to keep yourself quiet.
“Where’d all those moans and whines I was hearing earlier go…?” Jenna questioned in a soft voice her mouth near your ear as she spoke, you whined softly in response, not wanting to give into her teases at all. Jenna frowned a little bit, taking your silence to be a challenge- as you were struggling to keep your shaking body until control you felt another finger or two slip in immediately causing you to let out a loud moan of pleasure, your hips leaned into her fingers, whining desperately.
Your mind was a fog of Pleasure and desperation, you wanted so much more of what little she was giving you, your body was aching for more. “p-please…” You mumble, Jenna perked up a bit at the sound of your slightly raspy voice “Please what? You’ve gotta specify what you want…” She chuckled “That’s kind of basic human knowledge-“ she snickered with a hint of teasing giggling hidden in her words “please…j-just give me more…I-I can’t take this…” you pant softly biting your lip after you finished your sentence, your hips still trying to find any sort of friction from her fingers. “You sure you want more?” Jenna questioned with a tilt of her head, you nodded your head frantically.
You were half expecting Jenna to continue but you felt her fingers slipping out of you, causing a soft groan to roll off of your tongue. “Well you’re gonna have to learn to take breaks if you want more of that.” She crossed her arms as you mustered up all of your strength to turn yourself around to look at her. “W-wait what…? You’re just gonna stop?!- just like that?” Your eyes were wide with surprise as you were looking up to Jenna’s cold doe like eyes. “Just like that.” She retorted to you, then she let a soft sigh out and walked to the shared bedroom of you two and locked the door behind her.
Leaving you at the counter, hair a mess, sweaty and dripping wet. You couldn’t even say anything you were so shocked, but maybe she had a point-
“HEY WAIT THATS NOT FAIR!-“
(part 4 isn’t ready yet so no like goal for this one 🫶)
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Caught
Prompt: If we get caught it’s your fault
Character: Marilyn Manson
They knew each other from school.
She was the straight A student and he was the misfit that didn’t fit in much.
But to each other, their flaws were perfect.
He loved to play music, she loved to dance.
They hooked up from time to time but it was only as friends.
Her boyfriend that her father picked would beat her when they were alone.
So the only option was to not leave them alone.
“Why do you hang out with him. He’s odd and strange.”
That’s how it all started.
“I don’t love you Y/n. But to keep our fathers happy we need to act like we care for each other.”
“How about no.”
“What.”
“You heard me.”
He walked over and smacked her so hard her lip broke open.
Brian saw and ran at him.
They started fighting.
The headmaster came and stopped it.
~
They sat in the office. It felt like waiting for a death sentence.
“Miss Y/l/n, the headmaster will see you now.”
She got up and walked in.
Brian watched as her mother and uncle walked in.
Y/n walked out with tears in her eyes.
He got up and ran to her.
“Y/n what happened?”
“They kicked me out over a lie that he told them to keep from getting in trouble.”
Brian growled.
“It’s okay. You saved me from him. Thank you.” She gave Brian a hug. “Don’t forget our promise.”
~10 years later~
Brian stood on stage as people screamed his stage name.
He kept his promise to Y/n.
People know him as Marilyn Manson now.
No one even cared where he came from except annoying adults whos teenagers listen to his music.
So here he was trying to explain himself once again.
“Well just so all of you older folks know, his music was never meant to be interpreted the way all of your young adolescents are taking them.”
Brian looked up and saw her.
“How would you know miss?”
She smiled. “Because I’m Abigale Manson.”
“Come down here and sit with us then and you can give us your opinion.”
She walked down and sat next to him.
“Hello Abby.”
“Hi Marilyn.”
“So Ms. Manson...”
“Actually could I talk for a moment?”
“Of course.”
“Marilyn do you remember what I told you?”
He shook his head.
“If we get caught, it’s your fault.”
“Oh.”
She smiled and looked into his eyes.
“It’s not Ms. Manson.” She held up her hand. “It’s Mrs. Manson.”
Everyone gasped.
“And as to who I am to the band, I helped write the songs that everyone says are bad.”
Brian put his arm around her.
“Alright could you explain them to us?”
“Yes but first I want to express my deepest condolences to you. I am usually at the shows to help if someone is hurt but I was extremely ill the night it happened.”
“Thank you Mrs. Manson.”
“As for the songs, they are different ways that I had tried to get out of a forced relationship that turned abusive.”
“I had tried to help her as we both went to the same school.”
“The abuser lied to save himself, got me expelled and kicked out of my childhood home, and realized I was the only thing keeping Marilyn from hurting.”
“Her uncle took her in and here we are married and living our dream.”
After the annoying stupid show was over Y/n and Brian stood with the parents of the teenager.
“Please let us help with the expenses?” Y/n spoke softly.
“Oh we couldn’t do that. It wasn’t your fault dear.”
“We insist. Please.”
“Well then, I guess we have no choice.”
Y/n handed them a check.
“Mrs. Manson this is too much.”
“Nonsense. A child is worth more than all the money in the world. I’m just so sorry you lost yours at our concert.”
“Thank you.” The man said.
“And congratulations. Only a new mother would be able to understand how much a child could mean to their parents.”
Y/n blushed.
Brian went silent.
“Thank you.”
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I’m sorry but I think the small community that’s been created on here of women who go deeper and talk about spirituality, metaphysical topics, the origins of sex and reproduction,the devolution of the species and the truth about hetero dynamics etc should stop engaging with the radfem community on here. It makes me cringe so bad. There are like 25 people who engage is these type of subjects and its been mostly kept discreet until now. The knowledge I’ve learned on here in the past 2 months alone has been invaluable to me and Im extremely grateful for it. The women who appreciate this information are the ones who are ready for it and who actively seek it out or have gone through some type of awakening process that’s led them here. I think it’s foolish to try and debate with or engage with an average radfem. To me this is the equivalent of a secret society releasing their information to the common folk, or opening the doors of the Vatican’s secret archives to the public or even showing a medieval peasant an i phone - I’m serious. The origin of the word occult means to conceal/to hide. This is occult for a reason. It also brings lurkers and trolls and people from larger platforms that could reblog the information shared here for their followers to snide at and condemn and run people off the platform. I love your posts and it’s obviously your decision what you post or reply to this is just some food for thought.
Hey anon! Honestly your one of my fav anons right now, I like this reply.
Yeah I kinda notice it too, those women should stop debating with radfems it's a waste of time, radical feminism is hopeless its an online community, if you know the problem why not try to do some in real life activism? Alot of radfems are also pickmes but for women, they will tolerate mothers, mothers with sons, married women, women with bfs, women who practice feminity, etc even though this goes completely AGAINST their ideology, they're supposed to reject patriarchy and their oppressors (which are males) but will date them or be ok with women dating them?? The definition must have changed when I wasn't looking 😂
I can understand wanting to keep certain information from ppl, people water it down, tear it apart, turn it into an empty husk of what it once was, spread misinformation about it, use only part or some of the information all types of stupid shit, I see this with spirituality. Certain ppl aren't ready it seems, a lot of ppl are also weird..like they are toxic, zombies, or straight-up dead, it's just this energy I get from them, the dead ones scare me tbh, at least the toxic and zombies ones I know are alive even if barely.
But I don't wanna judge ppl I remember when I used to be like that it was like I became a zombie, I was almost deas but then It was like a rebirth happen to me, seeing the information I saw made me alive again and that's why I'm kind of against keeping information from ppl, but only kind of though I know not everyone is like me lol.
But once again I appreciate your anon comment, true intellectual right here 🤌🏽
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I was sucesfully looked at. 🖊 to me about Javier!
Please, God. Let this be the right one. He was almost out of quarters.
Javier had spent the last twenty minutes hearing the same robotic voice tell him to deposit some odd amount of change over and over as he tried number after number. Riley was not known for sticking in one place for very long but she and Javier had worked out a system for keeping in touch. A creature of habit and particular taste, there were about fifteen or so assorted motels, apartments, and semi-abandoned vacation houses Riley rotated between and kept a line on. Javier just had to figure out which one it was.
He hadn’t heard from her in two weeks and the time apart had grown agonizing. Sure, he could sustain himself on the odd underground partygoer. But nothing ever compared to the nights Riley indulged him from her own vein. He loved her to the moon and stars —and clearly she did as well, if she’d gone to such extremes to keep him by her side and under the night sky for eternity. Something must have happened to keep her away for so long.
The click of the receiver snapped him back to his task.
“Hello?” Riley’s voice crackled over the line. Oh thank fuck.
“Riles!” relief hemorrhaged from Javier’s voice, “It’s Javier. I’ve been waiting around San Diego for weeks now. Thought something happened to you. What are you doing all the way out in Reno?”
“If you needed to know that, I would have told you.” came the irked response. Just the sound of her ire made Javi want to duck his head in shame.
“I-I’m sorry.” Javier stammered, “ I just… I miss you. Riles… it's getting really bad.”
“Oh, pobrecito.” cooed Riley in condescension, “Tell you what~ Come find me in Reno tonight, I’ll get you all sorted.”
“Tonight? But Reno’s a nine and a half hour drive away!”
“Then I guess you better put the pedal to the metal if you wanna beat the sun, Baby.”
The line went dead. Javier didn't even bother putting the phone back on the receiver, opting to let it clatter and swing by the cord as he sprinted out of the phone booth. He garnered looks from a few folks at the gas station but he paid them no mind as he slid into his car and peeled out of the parking lot.
. . .
He’d managed the drive in seven hours. Almost got pulled over twice for it, too. When Riley answered the door to the old ramshackle house with genuine surprise, Javier dove desperately for her, wrapping arms around her tiny frame and hunching to bury his face in the crook of her neck. Too hungry to wait for permission, he quickly sank his fangs into her. Indulging in the utter bliss it brought them both and making sure to show Riley just how much she’d been missed…
“You’re worse than nicotine, you know that?” Javier joked drunkenly after they parted. Riley smiled in kind, but it didn’t reach her eyes.
“You actually drove all the way out here in a single night, you total moron.” she snarked right back with not-so-playful antagonism. She puts Javier at arm’s length as she smooths out her disheveled attire, “Well, go on. Best find somewhere to stay before dawn.”
“...I’m sorry, what?” Javier blinked in confusion, “I… can’t stay here with you today?”
Riley rolls her eyes.
“Really, I was hoping the sun would take care of you. It still just might if you don’t hurry.” Riley sneered before opening the door and giving Javier’s back an encouraging pat. As if she was sending him off to run an errand.
Javier just stood there, stricken. Caught between the obsessive need to obey her and the growing uneasiness he couldn't verbalize. Was she getting rid of him? Why? What had he done wrong?
“Oh don’t give me that stupid look, you have no one to blame but yourself. You really should have blossomed into more by now, but, sadly, it seems you’re nothing more than a hanger-on.” Riley continued with an emphatic shove this time, “A shame, really, for someone so drop-dead gorgeous to be so pathetic. Get out of my sight.”
Javier staggered forward and the door slammed behind him. He heard the slide of a deadbolt as he obediently retreated to his car. What did she expect him to do? Just drive off, pretend everything was hunky-dory? March back up to that door and tell her she’s wrong and that he can change?
After a couple minutes of waffling, Javier had decided he couldn't bear to drive away. Riley was his entire world; he had to get her to see that. So instead, Javier got back out of the car and knocked desperately at the door.
“Please, Riles!” Javier called through the door, “Whatever it is I did, I’m sorry! I… I’ll do anything, just please don’t do this! I can’t do this without you!”
No answer. Javier knocked harder.
“Riles! Riles! What am I supposed to do?! Please, just tell me what you want! I can change! I love you; that has to mean something!” that uneasiness grew inside him. The Beast that dwelled deep within him was active… and afraid. With one last beat against the door, Javier sank to his knees. “...I love you, Riles…” Nothing. He was trembling now. Was this really it…?
Wake up and smell the bacon. You're old news, you’ve been dumped! If you don't move your ass, you’ll be dust in the morning breeze. And don’t you fucking dare waste your blood crying over it either.
One shaky breath in. A slow exhale through the nose. Javier managed to get back to his feet and retreat for a second time to the car. Maybe there would be a motel nearby he could crash in. Or maybe the sun would fry him after all. While the second option sounded almost morbidly inviting, his Beast was having none of it, and before he realized it, he’d turned over the engine and was hauling it down the highway once more in a race against the morning light.
She’d killed him for their love. Made him immortal. He’d lost his soul to be with her. He’d lost everyone he’d ever known. Ma, Lucas, Em… Don’t cry, don’t you dare fucking cry. Crying now will only prove just how pathetic you really are.
But Javier was pathetic. Pathetic and alone. What the fuck was he supposed to do now…?
#ask game#whispering-jabberwocky#vtm oc#vtm v5#Toreador#Javier Peña#All The Saints Are Sleeping#have some Javier backstory#If you want some mood music look up “Bells” by The Unlikely Candidates#I always thought it fit Javier pretty well
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So, I don't know if you know this, or if you even follow that blog. But someone read the Danny-related discourse we were having on your blog a few days ago, talking about how unjustified the level of hate Danny gets is, etc. and they took to the gvft*a blog to complain about how stupid and asinine we and our arguments are, saying that if we're white we have no right to voice our opinions, not knowing that one of the people who were partaking on our discourse *me* is actually non-white and non-american. And I was just wondering if you had any thoughts on that?
I personally find it sad and kind of harmful that some caucasian and or/American Greta fans are so hellbent on assuming that everyone in this fanbase is white, and erasing everyone else who isn't. Like, the entire conversation surrounding Danny is 100% race-related, and since I'm part of the racial group that's 'being affected and harmed by his actions' I decided to jump in and add my two cents, but instead I just got told that I'm stupid and that my arguments are invalid, all because I said that I like Danny and that he deserves some grace, and that he was young and that he needs to learn. And I just can't help but find the whole thing extremely ironic? Like, people folks constantly say they want us to be uplifted and for our voices to be amplified... But then we're silenced when we don't say what they expected us to say.
I don't know, the activism in this fandom is just incredibly dissonant to me, they preach inclusivity but their actions are heavily exclusionary. It's becoming more and more obvious that the conversations surrounding Danny are not about us being victims of his actions, but about white folks wanting to feel like they're the main character and wanting to be right.
I sent a leghty anon to that blog. I don't know if the original person who wrote that will see it, but I guess other will and maybe that way they'll learn that there are other countries besides america and other races besides white, and that bipoc folks don't share a hive mind.
And I also wanna reiterate what my position is: I don't think Danny is an angel. He has fucked up, for sure. But he's a human just like all of us and he doesn't deserve to have his mistakes be dangled in front of him for eternity, especially when it's becoming obvious that this whole situation is more about people ego tripping and wanting to be right than it is about people wanting us to be safe.
No that’s for sure part of the issue right there. Everyone just assumes that everyone is white and cis and neurotypical. Then their excuse is always “well you’re on anon how am I supposed to know.” Maybe don’t assume?? I had the conversation because people wanted to talk about it and I have my anons and I’m willing to listen to what people had to say about it. I’m sorry that you were invalidated. Thank you for sending in your thoughts about everything
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SIMP OBITO ANON I love that you are living your best life, but I’m gonna copy/paste your thoughts under a cut rather than publishing! They might be a bit triggery for some folks, so this is just to make sure folks can avoid this stuff if they need to! x
Some of this is a bit far out of my comfort zone. But I’m glad you’re enjoying yourself, and I don’t mind getting asks on this subject! I might not publish them all, though.
The one boundary I’ll set is: please don’t send me anything involving graphic noncon. I’m sure you wouldn’t, but just to be sure! References are fine, but please not anything detailed.
CW: mentions of stalking, extreme jealousy, an mpreg fantasy, mentioned baby-death, and general creepy behaviour
Anonymous asked:
Alright you asked for it. More tidbits for the Obito is a creepy stalker/simp asks.
Obito wants to understand Kakashi better, and in order to do that he starts to dig up the family history of the Hatakes. Who is Kakashis mother? And why is Kakashi the last Hatake? What happened to the others? He ends up gathering a whole treasure tomb for Kakashi to explore when he joins Obito at his lair. A big collection of clan histories, jewelry, armor, weapons and clothing. Nothing is too much for his Kakashi.
Naturally finding out how to become best friends with Kakashis Ninken is a big priority. Obito using disguises and genjutsu to take classes in "how to become best friends with you boyfriends ninja hounds", and "how to treat you treat, and his dog" or something else really stupid, mostly attending with civilian women. Obito somehow ends up really drunk at most of these classes since the other attendees love to drink wine while they practice and gossip. So yes, wine club, gossip girl Obito - he needs to let his frustrations out somewhere.
On an escorting mission a princess keeps trying to flirt with Kakashi. So once the mission is complete and Kakashi is gone Obito uses a genjutsu on her out if jealousy. He couldn't do it while Kakashi was there because he wanted his mission to succeed, and also because Kakashi didn't really seem interested. The genjutsu is violent though and makes her go crazy. She starts killing her staff and family one by one, and spirals from there until she is caught and the genjutsu stops. Forcing her to live with all she has done. (This became a bit dark).
Obito wants to be perfect for his Kakashi so he practice kissing with his henchmen (what I have decedide to call the Akatsuki now). One kiss with each henchman, so Obito can feel experienced enough for what Kakashi might like. He won't go any further though, that belongs to Kakashi. (Kakuzu was particularly different though).
Obito desperately wants an heir with Kakashi. So in the beginning of the nightly genjutsus he tried to get Kakashi pregnant. But it keept failing: either Kakashi or the baby would die. So even the fantasy world had its limits. That's why he had now basically adopted Kakashis three genin as theirs. One is even an Uchiha, so perfect.
I feel creepy typing this out. Tell me to stop 😅
Anonymous asked:
Okay so continuing the Obito is a creepy simp asks. What am I on now, part 4? Sorry, but I thought of something else to add and this time it's maybe a bit more humorous. And since I'm never gonna write it, I'll just put it here.
So what if the Akatsuki members come back to the lair and there is Tobi sitting with a person in his lap going: "look what I caught!".
And of course it is a scarecrow dressed a Kakashi that he places in the middle of the room. "Boss says that you should be nice to your new mom. He will be home soon!" And then he dances away, leaving the scarecrow.
Since all the members know of their leaders obsession with Kakashi they are only a little freaked out, and somehow start using the doll as a confessional. Like a priest or a phone room in a bad reality program they start using the scarecrow as a way to bitch about each other and their leader.
Also what if Obito is the one giving Naruto the Kakashi shaped teddy's. Because he has so many himself, and Naruto is so much like him personality wise, that he knows he will appreciate them. Maybe he will tell it later to Kakashi like "see how well I'm taking care of our son!"
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so uhh, ahahah. More villainess Mika brainrot I’m so fucking sorry.
so I figured out some important world building things.
first up it’s one big empire comprised of a bunch of tiny kingdoms. Think Holy Roman Empire or America but if every state was florida (ie beautiful landscape, batshit government)
so each noble house is named after a bird. <3
And the bird titles encompass the head family of that house and also all of their subordinate families.
so, for instance, the house of Crows is run by the Itsuki family. The Narukami family is also part of the house of Crows but they don’t run it because they are a subordinate family. Cool, cool.
anyways the main imperial house is the house of Crows so Shu has ultimate authority (this is a bad thing actually)(“who let this man run an empire, what malicious god put him on that throne?” I say as I hand myself a mirror)
so this empire is only staying together thanks to fancy blood magic, imma be completely fucking honest. Each heir or main noble for their respective house is bound by blood to serve the emperor. The rightful heir/ruler of each house has a blood curse that will force them to obey the emperor if he uses his gayass funky magic. This will be plot relevant.
also I’m so sorry to anyone who wants Arashi to have a nice boyfriend/girlfriend. I’m putting her with Izumi. I’m so sorry. I apologize. But like, I’m sorry, he’s so, so fucking stupid and I think a punch to the ribs would fix him. Arashi can provide that for him, and then they can makeout.
listen I love NaruShuMika but I can’t do that to her in this au. These bitches are too fucked up and Arashi deserves better (like Izumi is any better but honestly I can’t wait to write him fucking malding)
Also everything here is subject to change but imma explain the blood magic in more depth real quick:
✨conditions + other bs✨
1. This curse only applies to the head of the family. Members of subordinate families cannot be subject to it.
2. it is not passed down by blood, the curse is tied to the actual position or assumed right to lead the territory.
3. when the head of a noble family does try to act up and do stupid shit like disobey a direct order when the emperor is using his power they are met with extreme pain. Think like, maggots eating you from the inside <3 legit feels like you’re rotting while alive. The pain doesn’t actually leave any damage btw, it’s like phantom pains. Nothing is actually wrong you’re just having a really bad time.
4. “if it’s just the head of the house why don’t the other nobles rise up and try to gain independence from the house of Crows?” A plethora of reasons, one, all of their surrounding neighbors are also cursed and would have to attack them so they’d be wiped out. Second, vampire society is built on rigid hierarchies. If your leader is doing something so are you. Third, they don’t really have a reason to rebel. The noble houses are well taken care of, and the common folk don’t actually care? Let me put it this way, the position is cursed, not the family, so if the family sucks, the people will deal with them and get a new family in charge of their territory.
There’s more to get into but I don’t want to. Also there is one human house. The house of Nightingales. But uhh, it got fucking dunked on and burnt out of existence. Execution order and all that. No more nobles plus it kind of got assimilated into the house of Crows?? Kind of, it’s more like Arashi’s dad overseeing it. It’s weird Dw about it. (ie if I go on there are spoilers so I won’t be Lmao)
Also ShuMika stuff. I’m planning on having their vibe flip flop between Shu being like “oh my goodness, look at him, the man of all time, I want to eat him.” To “I will find Kira, using this specific code at this specific time the killer known as Kira will fall for this ruse and reveal his identity. If he eats the cake I know he’s pretending to be someone he’s not” so Shu’s having fun. Every time he comes over to Mika’s house Arashi is on the verge of punching him and causing a national incident.
anyways can’t wait to write conflicted fanboy Mika who really want to get close to Shu cuz ya know, that’s his favorite otome game character, but also wants to avoid him like the plague cuz, haha death. Anyways this creepy little spoinglo is gonna start collecting Shu’s broken pencils or something idk man, just something fucking weird. He deserves to be a little weird and jealous, as a treat. Listen, Shu will find it endearing or something cuz he thinks it’s an expression of Mika’s hidden affections because Shu thinks that so many people want him that Mika is simply keeping himself out of the public eye so that Shu has less stress to deal with.
i hate them so much.
nah Shu you’re fucking delusional he’s just being a creepy spoinglo leave him alone he doesn’t want you carnally he’s just a fan of you. No he doesn’t want your hand in marriage, go back to searching for the Nightingale prince please.
#villainess mika#my fanfiction#hello mutuals#hi guys#good evening my lovely followers#brainrot#vampire au stuff#shumika
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My mom just said they should come for gay marriage next but she disagrees with some of the things they are trying to overturn. And honestly sometimes I hate it here so much. And I know I’m not in place where I can move somewhere else I don’t have enough money, I am 22 but I still on my parents insurance they that are still paying for my stuff. I’m not out either. Sorry for unloading this on you it’s form what you said you have dealt with something similar and I was wondering if you had any advice?
First, I’m so sorry that this is the environment that you’re living in.
Second, you’ve heard it before and you’re going to hear it a million times more in the years to come - it gets better.
I do just want to preface this by saying that everyone’s experience is unique, and that, unfortunately, is part of learning to navigate all this. I don't have a ton of advice because I don't think I did a very good job handling it but maybe something in this really long post will help.
I was much like you. I remained closeted until my last year of law school. By then I had my own insurance. I was making money. I wasn’t living with my parents anymore. I told them while I was visiting for a week. I had no idea what their reaction would be. My suitcase was packed before I told them, just in case I got kicked out. I talked to each of them separately.
I came out because I got to a point where my shame was overwhelming me. Every waking moment of my life felt like a lie. I was prepared to lose everyone in my family to not have this shame anymore. I thought telling them would fix that. It did not. It didn’t magically take the shame away. But I wouldn't take back coming out. It gave me some freedom to accept myself more and to feel comfortable living my life without lying. (I know a lot of people tell you that staying closeted isn't lying, and they're right, it's not lying. But to me, the shame made it feel like I was lying. And maybe I hadn't been through enough transformation at that point to be able to separate it all.)
There is nothing wrong with remaining closeted out of necessity. Coming out will not solve all of your issues.
I don’t know how long you’ve known you’re queer. But I didn’t confirm I was until I was 19. Seven years as an adult passed for me between falling in love with a girl for the first time and telling my parents. Those were not easy years. For one, I was still learning to accept it myself.
I’m not out to my entire extended family but they’re smart people and I think many of them have figured it out. And yet, they think somehow that means they can come to me with their ignorant takes on being gay. My aunt just yesterday was complaining about all the rainbow things at the mall and about how people at pride can just get away with anything they want (untrue obviously).
Some people will remain bigoted and ignorant even after you’ve come out. And that remains your choice on how to handle that. For me, living away from family in a city that’s pretty accepting of lgbt folks has really helped. It’s a far cry from the extremely conservative town I grew up in. I don't fight back too much when they say stupid things but I do try to challenge why they believe something or to correct it with facts. As a person in our community, we are deeply aware of the issues we face. In recent years, it's become clearer and clearer to me that people outside our community simply aren't aware of these struggles. Sometimes education really is the answer.
I’ve heard lovely stories of previously bigoted parents who have changed after their kids have come out. It’s hard to say where your mom might fall on the scale. Do I think I'll ever be able to get my mom to come to a Pride event with me? Probably not. Do I think maybe I might be able to get her to be nice to my partner over Christmas or family dinner? That's more likely.
For me, coming out didn’t solve my problems. I came out in 2016. But until the other day, I thought my mom had either forgotten we had that conversation or she was actively in denial about it. It caused a lot of heartache for me because I’m pretty close to my mom. I drank a lot to forget it (do not recommend!).
Tumblr was a safe haven for me. It was a place I could come to where people were completely open and welcoming. It was a place that really helped me get comfortable with myself and gave me hope for a better future.
Patience is a virtue for us. I read somewhere recently that love is just how much patience you have for something. Have patience for yourself. Love yourself. It'll get you through the worst of this. There is nothing more important than learning to completely love yourself.
I’m going to say it again: There is nothing wrong with remaining closeted out of necessity. First and foremost, you have to make sure that you are safe. It's painful at times, definitely. But you have so many older queer people who you can lean on through those times. I think the next few years are going to be pretty awful for our community. And I hope we all lean on each other more.
I don't know if any of this was helpful to you. I hope something in here was. Keep holding on. Keep having patience for yourself. If you ever want to chat, my DMs are always open.
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the red panda won the poll on my blogs today so i’m building a red panda exhibit next but until i do that please look at what i did with the entrance and also the tigers
read more bc it’s a lot of images lmao
Our entrance!!! An info booth immediately, along with an atm machine so you can get yourself some maps to find everything, and also buy yourself audio guides for those who might have difficulty with vision; the info both also!!! sells cheap normal and expensive ‘adopt an animal’ packs, and umbrellas in case rain unexpectedly happens.
immediately proceeding this is a staff only area; this is where the break rooms, keeper huts and things like vet and quarantine buildings are located. There’s a staff only accessible path that runs alongside the main zoo path, giving staff access to all of these areas without impeding guest movement, or being impeded themselves.
more of the staff only area, and a nice shady spot for guests to sit in the plaza that the main path opens to upon entering the zoo; also a restaurant for those who might want to eat lunch before going to visit the exhibits! and of course gift shops. everyone needs a stupid hat
bathrooms, more seating and the very first of our small animal exhibits! these are a pair of breeding fire salamanders. conservation work is our pride and joy here at Doritos Zoo. The lizards names are Eleanor and Jevons, for those curious.
past the plaza you can see aan education board, because Doritos Zoo takes education very seriously! And the first of our animal habitats on the left. To the right is another of our small animal exhibits, Anaisha and Girik the giant forest scorpions. They’ve already bread a batch of babies that we’ll be releasing into the wild at some point soon.
ignoring the advertisement, you can see the first sign of what’s to come! Tigers! There’s also what we call an animal talk point, which is where we have an educator come to talk about tigers every couple of months!
and now, what you’re REALLY here for! Tigers. their habitat had been built for their comfort! with one way glass to prevent them from being too stressed by the presence of too many humans, we at Doritoz Zoo have taken the utmost care to make their habitat something TRULY special! Plants placed with extreme care provide the illusion of a mysterious and jungle like interior, through which you can see our wonderful cats only if you’re truly lucky! slinking through the leaves and swimming in their cool lake, watch closely! For those at home, webcams placed strategically throughout the habitat provide plenty of interesting views for you to see our cats at their best!
sorry about the view, folks! looks like our friends are taking some time for themselves out of sight, but don’t worry! I’m sure you’ll see them soon enough.
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Quick review for episode 6
(I know I’m late to the party but that’s Europe for you)
Things I didn’t like
- Laenor speaking over Rhaenyra in front of Viserys and Alicent, they 100% would’ve made that decision together
- Generally the way he‘s been portrayed, while I guess it’s true to character at core, he‘s not such an absolute simpleton, him and Rhaenyra should work as a team, even if they have disagreements and he doesn’t relate to her
- Laena dying so early? Like wtf. Give the girl her deserved screentime.
- The way the time jump was done. It feels like an episode is missing. There should be a little more development on the relationship between Rhaenyra/Harwin and Daemon/Laena, it ALL happened offscreen, there is no emotional attachment, and where was our Rhaenyra/Laena team-up??? 🥲🥲🥲
- Adding onto that: I already knew this would happen but the weaknesses of the last episode were not addressed at all. Cole getting away with this is utterly illogical, and it would’ve been SO easy to fix, just have him be a bit less of a blatant murderer in episode 5.
- Sorry but, wtf was Larys thinking putting a symbol on his assassins that could be linked back to him? He even makes the effort of cutting out their tongues, it seems like a stupid move to then put little pins on them. And we didn’t need that close up of the pins either, it was clear enough to the attentive viewer that he sent them. I know it’s a little detail but it could grow into a larger issue if they continue to take the audience for idiots like that.
Things I loved
- Larys manipulating Alicent and playing his little games, the character is really growing into his own, he’s so hateable and littlefingery already I love it
- Dragon action! Our little Vermax😍 Vhagar looks so fine and crinkly I adore her
- Laena commanding Vhagar to burn her, the way she hesitated, ugh everything about this was great (but again, just not emotional enough because we barely got to know her)
- I really really like that they showed the Velaryon kids getting along with Alicents boys, or rather just Aegon, before their relationship is poisoned by outside influences. Generally Aegon has been characterised so well I’m looking forward to his arc now.
- Aemond being bullied even by his own brother adds so much to his motivation behind all the bitterness. It never really got explained in detail in the book, but now this kid has major issues even before losing his eye, great choice 👍🏻
- HAELENA🥰 She’s an extremely passive char in the book, but I’ve always felt sympathetic to her, and am happy to see that the writers might bring a bit more to her than just ‘blandest character ever’, it could really make her more interesting. I bet by the end of it everyone will be wailing along with her. I’m not really sure what they’re going for yet, but it seems she might have some talent for premonition based on her comment about the eye👁
- Rhaena’s issues about not having a dragon, very sweet scene and helped to establish the twins early on. It’ll be even more exciting and more of an event now when Morning finally hatches 🥰
Other thoughts
- Uh oh🫢 Viserys is looking rough. I wondered how they would up the finger loss since that would only be happening now in the timeline, but our boy has lost an entire arm by now 😐 they did stick to their consequences and I kinda love it. Only wondering if we’ll get to see him cutting himself on the throne after sentencing some folks for spreading ‘rumors’ about Rhaenyra and her boys. I guess that’ll have to wait until next episode.
- DAERON. He’s the big question mark that no one seems able to solve. I haven’t looked into it in detail yet but there were rumours he’d be squiring in Oldtown? The timeline is completely different anyways so I wouldn’t try to base anything off that, and allegedly the show runners said they wouldn’t cut anyone, but then why not even have him be mentioned in this episode? Confusion, but we’ll have to wait it out. It would suck if he were cut though.
- The attention on detail keeps on being impressive and fun af, even just little moments like Baela being horrified by the idea of being married off like that. But there’s some larger pacing/plot issues, might be the writer for the episode though, I’m gonna be paying more attention to the credits for individual episodes now.
#I promise these rants will only happen once a week#house of the dragon#hotd#fire and blood#episode 6
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maaan. I am tired, got no appetite, belchy from not eating enough to the point of nausea, back pain, can’t get to bed before 3am, can sleep past 9:30, I am terrified about each I need to do going wrong and there’s a lot of things and I need help but I can’t identify what
Like
I know I need to get these things done and I can’t just start
I know that I’m in a bad cycle- I’m too tired and sick to focus and bust through the inertia and then I haven’t gotten anything done which spikes my anxiety and I can’t fall asleep or make myself get up to eat because I should do /something/
My cheekbones are getting upsettingly prominent, and I didn’t have a lot to spare to begin with. My back has been feeling even worse, my knees are hurting, and my extremities are like ice despite the nice spring weather.
I want someone to wrap me in a blanket ball and hold me while I cry and I want them to tell me how to fix it, how I can get through all of it. I’m so scared.
I don’t want to be away from my people and my cats for a month and a half. I don’t want to be alone. I don’t want to settle for not getting to take either of the classes I wanted to take. I have so many things to follow up on and so little capacity to keep up with what I already had to do- I’m frozen frozen frozen. I want a mama who loves me like a mama should, not like mine. I wish I could be someone else too. I wish I could just sleep for three weeks. I can’t even look forward to this stupid fuckign trip because all I have are worries. I can’t focus on finishing out the semester because I’m stuck and trying and failing to reassure myself that Cs get degrees.
I want someone to press down on me until I turn into magma, into obsidian. Take me back into the earth. I don’t want to be told people are sorry for me, I want a lifesaver, but I don’t know how to ask- it’s hard enough to convey to the folks on shore that I’m not waving
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Hello!
I’m starting with the premise that I’m a pretty closed off person and that I have never, in all my 19 years of life, had a crush or a romantic attraction to anyone. I recently started to experiment with going out with a guy like 4 months ago and had my first kiss. Eventually he started to catch feelings (I didn’t) and even if I wanted do more with him I had to stop this thing because I felt like using him since I didn’t like him in that way. Then I downloaded Tinder to find other queer women (I’m bi) since I live in a small town and it’s difficult to find them here. I eventually ended up going out with three girls, but one of them didn’t inspire me much so I currently am texting with the other two. I went out two times with one of them and yesterday it was the third time. When I met her up at the station she was with a guy. I immediately understood he wasn’t a friend. The situation got embarrassing since me and the guy started staring at each other until she quickly hugged him and he took the train to go home. I asked her who was him and she started telling me things that were obv red flags about him (she didn’t seem aware of that). Now, I too am hanging out with another person so it’s not that I’m jealous…but the thing is that I had started to feel, even if little, something for her. But when she told me that she was hanging out with me and that guy, who was a walking red flag you know what I’m saying, putting me and him at the same level in her mind made me feel extremely disrespected. Like I understand if she was hanging out with decent people but HIM…come on now. So my little feelings for her immediately dropped. The date went well we chatted and made out and a bit more in my car but now I see her in a confused way, like a nice person to hang out it and someone to have sex with. No more feeling. Tell me what you think and sorry if this is a bit stupid.
Well to start off with, 19 years isn't too bad to be starting to explore this.
Second side note, TBH, I really don't like tinder, it's really gone down hill since the pandemic, but I get using it if you're in a smaller area and don't have as many options for dating. I've had some pretty solid luck with Hinge, and bumble is usually kind of "stale" (they should rename it to "white conservative Christians meet")
So what I think is that it sounds like you've got a good head on your shoulders.
I totally agree with you that this girl doing SOMETHING with another person, whatever that was, and then haphazardly "surprise introducing you two" on a third date without actually telling you who you or really anyone is to her is a big red flag. Like that's just a poor dating move there and something you might see a 16 year old do. But anyways, yeah come on now, like seriously? what was she thinking
Of course, bummer that you liked this girl, but then she kind of imploded the relationship, but that's a part of dating in general. You never know what you get until you see them a few times and feel it out. Someone who you have high hopes for can end up being really weird at the end and someone you thought would just be a fun thing can turn into something serious. It's better they do something that lets you know they're not cool early, rather than 3 months in, even if it hurts to learn. It might also be good to stop seeing this person so you can focus more time and effort on a new person.
I think to me, it sounds like you're doing great, and despite being 19 and never having a crush or romantic feelings towards someone, I think that will change (and is changing) the more you go out with folks and gain experience. This will smooth out naturally for you I think. It sounds like you're growing really fast and you just gotta keep doing what you're doing. You made a big step with this person, but it might be time to look into taking the next big step with someone else.
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This may come off as kind of a vent and I'm really sorry about this but I'm so frustrated of always being the bad guy, always, always, ALWAYS! It's annoying especially because of the fact that I try my best to fix the situation in a passive and calm manner and take myself away from the situation when I'm getting too upset to think but I'M the bad guy because the other person just can't behave themself in a fucking discussion. I understand that everyone have their own thing and I should respect them but I have my own things TOO and I deserve the same fucking respect as I give people. I have the right to be upset and I have the right to express it in a calm manner and explain to people why I'm upset and most people make me feel like it's a fucking crime. I'm tired of being either the 'villain' or the 'hero'. I'm just a fucking being who's learn it's stupid little way to life in a bad way and that doesn't want people to go through the same thing it did. I'm grey. Not black. Not white. I'm grey. I'm neutral.
To be 100% honest, I have the same problem. Is problem the word? I’m not sure—
but I get you. I get painted out to be the bad guy almost all the time even if I’m being completely civil and calm. It gets irritating fast. I either stop engaging/interacting with a person or group of people forever because of it. It’s really the only solution to this kind of issue, sadly.
A lot of folks have this very extreme mindset of “there can only be good or bad” without realizing or understanding the nuances of everything surrounding them. They can’t grasp the concept that not everything is pure white or black.
I don’t really understand why this is a thing and why it’s such a common mentality. It might be the need to feel like the ‘hero’ of the story, or perhaps it’s just from their own selfishness. Might be a mixture of both from what I’ve seen.
It’s terrible. I hate it as much as you do. It’s almost impossible to have civil conversations nowadays. Although, I can excuse this kind of behavior if I’m talking to someone who’s young. I just move on, and wish they grow up properly and realize their mistakes.
This is something I can talk about for a long time. Not only does it fuel a lot of fire in me, it’s an interesting topic to discuss in a philosophical manner.
Actually, this is one of the main reasons why I became a commentator. Because most commentators have this mentality, and I wish to change that in some way.
#꒰ v’s answered asks ꒱#This is so long oops#I have a lot more to say too#It really is annoying#But I’ve gotten so used to it that I just kinda don’t care anymore#Like ‘You’re on your own I guess. Peace’#‘Hope you mature and become a better person though’#A lot of people really need to do some self reflection and realize that they have their own faults#They can be villains in other peoples stories too. It’s never black and white#But I digress
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Bakugo x Reader (duh)
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A/n: Had a full on mental breakdown yesterday. Tried to sleep tonight. Couldn’t. Wrote this instead. I listened to Rain Clouds by The Arcadian Wolf while writing it and it’s the song that’s referenced in this. I could link it but I’m lazy and depressed so I’m not gonna *dabs sadly*. Anyway here’s a comfort Fic I guess.?
Bakugo: Hey
(2:38AM): uh…hey?
Bakugo: You up?
(2:39 AM): clearly… clearly I’m up Bakugo. Why are you?
Bakugo: Can't sleep.
(2:39 AM): oh. I’m sorry.
Bakugo: Come outside?
(2:40 AM): like outside outside?
Bakugo: What other outside would there fucking be?
(2:41 AM): don’t curse at me stupid. I meant the balcony? Or are we going for a walk or something?
Bakugo: Fine. Nevermind. Forget I asked.
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Bakugo: Balcony.
(2:52 AM): gimme five to put on pants.
Bakugo: Ok
(2:52 AM): folk or classical?
Bakugo: Ugh neither.
(2:53 AM): neither wasn’t an option shit head. Pick one.
Bakugo: Whatever you played last time. It helped me feel far away.
(2:54AM): Folk it is.
You put your phone down, the light dying and drawing you back into the darkness of your room. It’s quiet, you can hear him rustling on the other side of the wall, hear the balcony door slide open in his apartment next door and then shut.
You sit in bed for a moment, your heart the only thing thrumming in your ears as you take a deep breath. The city is quiet for the first time in a long time. There are no cars on the street, no sirens, just the sleepy lazy sound of the wind blowing and alley cats slinking through the garbage filled alleyways.
Then you get up, grab a pair of sweatpants and exchange the large holey t-shirt you’re wearing for a comfy but secure cami top. You search around your room for the little Bluetooth speaker and pause when your eyes fall on your acoustic guitar. You smile to yourself, it's perfect. You’ve been thinking about the song, the chords should be easy enough to grasp, and the words have been drifting around your head for days now.
You grab your phone to send him another quick text.
(2:58AM): Change of plans. The roof.
He doesn’t hesitate.
Bakugo: Ok.
He’s up on the roof of your city apartment building before you are, gazing out at the city lights , the moon in the sky blazing white shimmering light through his ash blond locks. He doesn’t turn around or acknowledge your presence when you land delicately on your toes and deactivate your air quirk. He’s wearing a red tank top, must’ve had to change out of the usual black one he wears to bed from all the sweat. His shoulders look broad and you can see the scars rippling down the muscles of his arms.
“Took you long enough, even with your floaty little air quirk,” he taunts, back still to you.
“And yet you’re still here,” you quip back, rolling your eyes and grabbing a crate to sit on. You pull another over and plop it down across from you the same time he turns to join you on the other crate. He has dark circles under his eyes, there’s still a gleam of sweat shimmering on his jaw and neck. He watches in anticipation as you ready the guitar on your leg and hook your arm over it, expert fingers finding the correct chords to strum a lovely tune.
“What’s the occasion?” he asks, gesturing to the guitar. You smile down at the guitar, concentrating on the correct note in your mind to start the song.
“It’s a nice night,” you murmur, eyes still focused on the instrument on your lap.
The muttered “It is now,” is swallowed by the sound of you strumming the strings softly diving into the tune as you rock back and forth. You close your eyes and hear Bakugo take a deep calming breath in and out before you start singing the lyrics.
I'm being frightened by the people
They look at me like I'm a scar upon their perfect skin
Perfect to only them
I'm being shadowed by my past
Reminding me of what I was and what I could become
My sins should stay where they belong
The wind is blowing gently and you can smell Bakugo’s sweet scent on the breeze. His crisp pine scented body wash mixes with his smoky sweet scent and it almost feels like the two of you are sitting around a campfire. Your voice drifts dreamily over the lyrics, enunciating the words and basking in the ease of the notes while putting your own lovely spin on it.
Listen to my voice
Close your frightened eyes
Hide behind my love for you
Fear's only a choice
One that we all must make some day
So know you're not alone in this
It’s clear and strong like a bell, punctuating every phrase with meaning that sits in Bakugo’s core and makes his heart do that weird thing where it’s fluttering but also extremely tranquil at the same time. When you end the song and finally open your eyes, he’s looking at you incredulously.
“How do you do that?”
“Hmm?” you say, placing the guitar against a huge wooden pallet gently.
“How do you fucking do that? Every time. It’s fucking creepy.”
“You mind elaborating, dummy? I’m not a mind reader.”
“Coulda fooled me,” he grunts, rolls his eyes and folds his arms, pouting.
You roll your eyes before chuckling and answer the question you already know he’s asking. “Somewhere out there. Someone has made a song for every feeling you’ve ever felt. So I won’t take credit for that.”
“But you show them to me.”
“Yes,” you say this as if it’s an obvious statement.
“And play them for me.”
“Yes.” Again, another obvious statement. Why wouldn’t you play them for him. It’s why the two of you are here. Right?
“And make them….ya know… sound good and shit,” he says, stuttering over the words as his cheeks and ears start to turn pink.
You smirk, “You can say I sound pretty. I won’t tell anyone you said it,” you tease.
“Tch. Idiot.”
There’s a beat of silence, you’re lost in your thoughts staring up at the starry sky before you look at him again.
“Can I ask you something?”
“You’re going to even if I say no.”
“Correct. Why do you text me when it happens? Why me?”
He shrugs his shoulders, looks away sheepishly and doesn’t meet your questioning gaze. "Don't know.”
You raise a suspicious eyebrow, “Yes you do”
He sighs, holds out a hand to gesture as if it’s obvious. Why would you be asking this? Especially after the many nights the two of you have done this. “Just feels right I guess. And after we talk I can go back to sleep just fine.”
“You realize what that is right?” You lean in closer to him, elbows on your thighs, chin in your hands. “That’s called trusting someone.”
“Sure I guess.”
Another beat of silence and then a long winded sigh from you, one that definitely says “I’m tired of this” and it makes a shiver of fear run up his spine.
“Look Bakugo. I’m not usually one that skates around feelings. And as much as I enjoy late night jam sessions or sneaking out and gazing at the moon with you until you feel ok enough to sleep, I…”
He holds his breath, “What?”
“Hmm…” you have a finger up to your chin in the universal thinking pose.
His heartbeat picks up and his fingers start to fiddle in the pocket of his sweatpants. “Fucking what? You just said you don’t skate around feelings so what?”
You frown at him, “Hold your flippin’ horses I’m thinkin’ first.”
“‘Flippin’ horses?’ You’re such a weirdo.”
And now you’re glaring. "Speaking of thinking before speaking. You should try it.”
“Fuck you.” There’s no hostility to it and he knows you know it.
“Very original. ANYWAY, I was going to say despite your constant attitude and constant shouting, I still really like hanging out with you. So I’d like to not only hang out at…”you pull your phone from your pocket and gaze at the tiny blue screen, “4 AM”
Another pause as he processes his elation. He’s happy you’re not telling him this is the last time. But this isn’t the hard part. “Ok.”
You squint suspiciously. “I mean it.”
“So do I.”
“Then say it aloud to me,” you challenge.
This is the hard part.
He takes a few deep breaths and then… “I don’t wanna be just friends with you. I don’t know what any of that shit even means. All the stupid lovey dovey shit Raccoon Ey-”
“Ashido.”
It’s his turn to glare. “Fine, Ashido talks about all the time. All I know is no one talks to me the way you do. And I always feel calm around you. Calmer than usual. I always wanna hang out more with the idiots when you’re around to hang out with them too.”
You smile but hide it behind your fingertips. He doesn’t look finished so you nod to encourage him to finish.
“And I don't know what it is. But whenever I wake up from the fucking …” He doesn’t say the word “nightmare”. He struggles with it like if he says it he’s surrendering to weakness or something. “Whenever I wake up the only thing I think of is you. Wishing you were there, like a fucking idiot. But it never goes away, not until I text you and I see you and I hear your voice.” His head is in his hands, like he’s ashamed to admit this to you.
It’s quiet again, some cars from below have started bustling on the street. The morning wind carries his scent and the city's waking smells of coffee and fresh baked bread. You stand quietly and walk over to him, head still hanging in his hands as he crouches over on the crate.
You hug him, force yourself between his legs and wrap your arms around his head. And at first he stiffens but he doesn’t pull away from you or move out of your grasp. He just sits there with his arms hanging limply at his sides,eyes wide, and your arms wrapped around his head. His ear is pressed against your chest, listening to the city waking around you. You're warm and you smell impossibly good and he knows this is what he craves when he wakes up from those terrifying nightmares. Your embrace is the cure.
“I like being here. I like being there for you.”
Then his arms move up to wrap around your waist and he hugs you back and sighs into your chest. He stays there for at least 10 minutes listening to the steady beating of your heart.
And then he quietly mutters, “Thanks.”
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the poppy war - r.f kuang sentence starters
change tenses/pronouns as needed !! some lines have been edited for clarity / length / ease of roleplaying
tw : drugs , death , murder , nsfw , prostitution mention , language
‘take off your clothes.’
‘why would anyone drug themselves before a test?’
‘you’re about to be a very lucky girl, sweet.’
‘wow that’s great. really great. Terrific.’
‘your folks are assholes.’
‘well fuck the heavenly order of things.’
‘don’t you have actual responsibilities?’
‘I don’t want to get on _____ ‘s bad side.’
‘you would make a terrible prostitute. no charm.’
‘what is so wrong with getting married?’
‘do you want to die?’
‘everything is spilling out of my head as quickly as I put it in.’
‘please do not commit spousal homicide.’
‘give me a way out of this shithole.’
‘hello, I’m praying.’
‘I seduced him with my nubile young body. you caught me.’
‘you can’t scare me into a confession, because I’m telling the truth.’
‘and that means you’re shit at your job.’
‘if you cross them—- if they even think you’ve looked at them funny—- they can and will hurt you.’
‘it’s easy to lose a language when you never speak it.’
‘you’re offending them with your very presence.’
‘they’ll make you an outsider, because you’re not like them.’
‘no matter what they say, you deserve to be here.’
‘I’ll kill you. I will fucking kill you.’
‘I went out in the sun once. you should try it sometime.’
‘oh, you’re the one ____ hates.’
‘you’d be a prick too if your family was both rich and attractive.’
‘honestly? I think he just comes in here to get high.’
‘I think you’re flattering yourself.’
‘unless you’ve got a weapon, don’t aim for the face. the neck’s a better target.’
‘we aren’t here to be sophisticated. we’re here to fuck people up.’
‘this is the only kick you’ll ever need, really. a kick to bring down the most powerful warriors.’
‘power dictates acceptability.’
‘he hasn’t done anything to earn my respect. all he’s done is act high and mighty.’
‘you’re nothing. you shouldn’t even be here.’
‘consider me bullied and intimidated, just let me sleep.’
‘he’s playing with her. he’ll end it soon.’
‘they’re good at fighting, but not much else.’
‘spend a lot of time looking at ____’s eyes do you?’
‘a betrayal of that sort would not have been out of character.’
‘come on, you belong here too.’
‘they’re not going to get rid of me like this. not this easily.’
‘I’m calm! I’m extremely calm!’
‘you’d rather kill your own people than let the opponent’s army walk away?’
‘you don’t let an enemy walk away if they’ll certainly be a threat to you later.’
‘he can’t stop raving about you.’
‘oh, don’t pretend to be bashful. you love it.’
‘you’re a walking disaster.’
‘anyone this obstinate deserves some attention, if only to make sure you don’t become a walking hazard to everyone around you.’
‘I heard he got drunk on rice wine last week and pissed into ____’s window. he sounds awesome.’
‘it’s me, your favorite person in the whole wide world.’
‘I do not have a problem. you are making up this problem for reasons unbeknownst to me.’
‘you’re killing the mood.’
‘they were weak as shit. scrawnier than you, even.’
‘you’re a real asshole. you know that right?’
‘your state of mind is just as important as the state of your body.’
‘sometimes you must loose the string to let the arrow fly.’
‘because I want to break his stupid face.’
‘he’s the most dangerous when he’s desperate.’
‘from this point on you’re just going to be a danger to yourself and everyone around you.’
‘you’re too reckless. you hold grudges, you cultivate your rage and let it explode, and you’re careless about what you’re taught.’
‘I knew I was the only one that could help him.’
‘they honed his rage like a weapon, instead of teaching him to control it.’
‘one urinating statue for my easily entertained friend.’
‘I don’t believe in gods. but I believe in power.’
‘one might say you’ve been obsessed with ____.’
‘don’t look to your left. pretend you’re taking to me.’ / ‘I am talking to you.’
‘we’re studying very weird things.’
‘I don’t actually know what I’m getting into.’
‘here is what happened: you called a god, and the god answered.’
‘you know that if you don’t get answers now, the hunger will consume you and your mind will crack.’
‘you’ve glimpsed the other side and you can’t rest until you fill in the blanks.’
‘supernatural is a word for anything that doesn’t fit your present understanding of the world.’
‘I’m supposed to take it as true that you’re a god?’
‘I’m not a god. I am a mortal who has woken up, and there is power in awareness.’
‘are we getting high? oh, wow. we’re getting high.’
‘ah. the law. so inconvenient. so irrelevant.’
‘we are not madmen. but how can we convince anyone of this, when the rest of the world believes it so?’
‘the price of power is pain.’
‘I understand the truth of things. I know what it means to exist.’
‘prey do not question the motives of the predator. the dead do not question the living. mortals do not challenge the gods.’
‘I killed for you. I would have done anything for you.’
‘I have seen the end of things. the shape of the world has changed.’
‘war doesn’t determine who’s right. war determines who remains.’
‘it’s alright. I know what you are.’
‘I thought I was the only one left.’
‘we have developed the power to rewrite the fabric of this world. if we don’t use it, then what’s the point?’
‘I don’t mess with that shit. it screws you up.’
‘I understand the appeal, I really do, but I like having my mind to myself.’
‘he’s a charmer. like a new puppy. you think he’s adorable until he pisses on the furniture.’
‘there’s no routine. no discipline. nothing you’re used to. am I right?’
‘so you’re the last of your kind. that’s sad.’
‘If you hold the fate of the country in your hands, if you have accepted your obligation to your people, then your life ceases to be your own.’
‘____ feared, and so he held you back.’
‘great danger is always associated with great power. the difference between the great and the mediocre is that the great are willing to take that risk.’
‘don’t ever let go on that anger. rage gives you power. caution does not.’
‘don’t give in... you’ve been so brave... but it takes more bravery to resist the power.’
‘the nature of this god is to destroy. the nature of this god is to be greedy, to never be satisfied with what he has consumed.’
‘so. screaming at rocks. is that, like, normal behavior here?’
‘fix this. prove your worth. do your fucking job or get out.’
‘I saved your life. doesn’t that make us at least a little square?!’
‘I was scared of you. and I lashed out.’
‘I thought I was better than you, and I’m not. I’m sorry.’
‘when I killed it, it felt like murder.’
‘look, I’m happy to discuss this, really, but I’m currently leaking life out three different wounds and I think I may pass out. would you give me a moment?’
‘well maybe ____ should get his head out of his ass.’
‘ ____ is more fragile than you think.’
‘look, asshole, I don’t need you to tell me what to do.’
‘they say he can read the future. shatter minds.’
‘you misunderstand the nature of our relationship. I am not your friend.’
‘he’s not human. he—- I don’t know what he is.’
‘but ___ was never allowed to be human.’
‘do you trust me?’ / ‘no. but that’s irrelevant.’
‘you don’t know what true suffering is.’
‘I have seen more than my fair share of suffering.’
‘that boy is beyond redemption. that boy is broken like the rest.’
‘I don’t want to be saved! I want power!’
‘that power will destroy everything you’ve ever loved. you will defeat your enemy, and the victory will turn to ashes in your mouth.’
‘we’ve missed something. something’s been laid out for us, but we can’t see it.’
‘fretting won’t make the dead come back to life.’
‘there was nothing human in those eyes.’
‘It was a nightmare, and I couldn’t wake up.’
‘I don’t need your pity. I need you to kill them for me.’
‘whatever it takes. swear it on your life. swear it for me.’
‘I won’t judge him. I don’t dare, because I don’t have the right. and neither do you.’
‘you asked me why I wouldn’t stop him. now you understand. you can’t stop an avenger. you can’t reason with a madman.’
‘I am afraid of what he might do in his quest for vengeance. and I am afraid that he is right.’
‘I am about to do something terrible. and you will have a choice.’
‘they give nothing to the universe, and the universe owes them nothing in return.’
‘you cannot survive my death.’
‘you’re trying to deceive me. you don’t get to deceive me.’
‘this is not the way. this path leads only to darkness.’
‘when are you going to stop being such a damn coward? what are you running from?’
‘you will turn the world to ash, and only demons will live in the rubble.’
‘you dress up your crusade with moral arguments, when in truth you would let millions die if it means you get your so-called justice.’
‘you have not cared about anything for a very long time. you are broken.’
‘I am terrified. but only because I’m starting to remember who I once was. don’t go down that path.’
‘your country is ash. you can’t bring it back with blood.’
‘I’m so sorry. I tried to warn you.’
‘you know the worst part? we’re so close to home.’
‘did you miss me? did you miss this?’
‘I just gave him some of his favorite medicine.’
‘resistance here means suffering. there is no escape. no future.’
‘you have nothing to fight for anymore’
‘what are you defending? you owe ____ nothing.’
‘we were disposable. we were tools. tell me that doesn’t make you furious.’
‘I am sick with fury.’
‘I will die on my feet. I will not die a coward. and neither will you.’
‘we could stay here. we could stay here forever. we wouldn’t have to go back.’
‘you’ll have to live with the consequences. but you’re brave ... you’re the bravest person I’ve ever met.’
‘I have lost everything I care about. I don’t want peace, I want revenge.’
‘I don’t need to sleep. I need to feel nothing.’
‘do you want forgiveness? I can’t give you that.’
‘we avenged him. he’s gone, but avenged.’
‘you have to believe that it was necessary. that it stopped something worse. and even if it wasn’t, it’s the lie we’ll tell ourselves, starting today and every day afterward.’
‘aren’t you supposed to be a seer? do you ever see anything useful?’
‘we have an enemy whom we love.’
‘I’m going to find and kill everyone responsible. you cannot stop me.’
‘oh I’m not going to stop you.’
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