#mindless writing

First HC list that doesn’t have to do with Papa Louie lets go

- Early 40s maybe. She’s a kind, caring lady but she can have a bit of an attitude sometimes

- She’s been used as an armrest before because she’s short. She doesn’t appreciate it

- When she was around her 20s she found Roman beaten in an alleyway and left for dead by who he thought were his allies (yeah, gang/mafia stuff). She aided him however she could and then called an ambulance

- Despite being short, she hogs the bed at night, taking up over half of it. Roman has to constantly push her aside so that he can sleep comfortably with her

- Her dad is dead… yeah that’s it, he died of a heart attack

- She came from a humble middle class family. Her father also happened to be an accountant and her mother was a women’s rights activist (she’s retired now)

- As telling from her entry requests she seems to have a good relationship with her mother. They usually just have tea and snacks together and they never run out of things to talk about

- She loves desserts, anything with raspberries in them she’s down for, and also likes white chocolate over other chocolates (even if it technically isn’t chocolate)

- She became a housewife because she didn’t mind it. It’s her own choice and no one told her to do it so she felt fine just taking care of the house and occasionally going out shopping or whatever

- Roman kind of spoils her. The first gift she’s ever gotten from him was her hat she always wears ingame

- I’m sorry but I can’t come up with a reason for her hair covering her eyes. I don’t really wanna say scarring so… yeah, she just likes it

- Her favorite types of shows are dramas, romcoms, and oddly cooking shows. Most days when she has little energy or she’s done with all of her housework she watches TV

- She also likes embroidery. She has embroidered Romans handkerchiefs and even his ties which he wears under his suit (he does love them a lot)

- She’s a pouty person. Roman tells her that’s what she has the most in common with her mom: They both pout and stay silent when they’re pissed off

- She likes setting up tea dates with the other ladies, usually Rafttellyn though because she’s the only other person home most of the time. They both know dirt on everyone

- She loves teasing Roman, but when he teases her back she acts pouty (she loves it when he teases her back)

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The day you had first met now seemed as though it belonged to another dimension – drama had been flowing freely accompanying moods that where beyond high strung.

It had been a strange day, and to see him sitting alone – head buried in a book – had felt like the kicker. From the distance his face had looked contorted – almost like he had been fighting hard to hold back an array of tears.

It had been this exact thing that had prompted your approach, although you were big in respecting another’s right to privacy – especially when it was a hard known fact that it was almost impossible to come by.

It had felt almost cosmic as you had neared – questioning your actions with each new step.

It felt like something destined by the stars, written years prior to the enactment.

Maybe you should have walked away, but it just wasn’t in your nature to leave someone hurting and upset.

“Hi,” You had mumbled, internally kicking yourself at the thud of his dropped book in startled response.

He had smiled than – clearly forced – clearly ready to put the kind of show you must’ve been there for.

You hadn’t said anything than, just bent down and retrieved his book before silently sitting across from him.

It had been such a brief meeting.

It had felt natural.

Smiles surfaced, laughs snuck out – although you had never found out just what had been bothering him that day.

It hadn’t been your place to pry; you were just glad to be a friend – however brief.

-

You had never imagined several years later he would be there again.

You had never entertained the idea of once more crossing paths – again being a friend.

“Hi,” He had mumbled, resulting in the growing coffee spill before you.

You had almost gasped upon looking up only to see that smile.

You could never have dreamed that he would remember you – no more than just a lowly girl.

You had never anticipated that he would tell you than what you meant to him – ask to share with you a coffee.

Like that goofy little thing I posted a bit back about Ryoji crawling into bed with Minato, this is just a relaxed, mindless bit of fluff lol. I needed something sweet to wash away some gore my friend showed me, and this did the trick <3

jschlatt and wilbur in a pile on the floor, or what they had decided was floor. something to base a home on, to balance meaning on. and ive been thinking that maybe we could, some day, be forgiven, maybe do good even. 6 months in.

jschlatt and wilbur and the firm grip on a forearm, held sideways over a leg bent from the knee. digging leer, in the dark theyd gotten so customed to, a mutual smile, fondness so twisted in shape it made you naturalistically afraid. and the movement, the snap. 5 years in.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/705664

After

there is no afterlife, no darkness for their minds to float in

there is simply nothing

the universe moving on the only way it can

they were so insignificant, little specs in a vast dark space

but they were everything and they were so bright

the end of the world burned them

it was hot and terrifying but it felt safe

the sun had always been there, and now it was coming to collect them

it took them away in it’s arms, engulfing them in blinding and scalding and peace

and then there was nothing

and the universe moved on

there wasn’t anyone left to remember them

there were only particles and other solar systems and space

endless space

and it was okay

because whether or not anyone knew it, they had existed

I’ve always been envious of my peers

From how they created To how they talked From how much they knew And I did not

Envy fuels my improvement But also my pain It gave me a motive But also brings shame

Envy is an emotion Like any other We can be proud But also envious of each other