#<- Stole that from a mutual of mine (Thanks)

[yourfriendlybi]

I'm thinkin about Ink and Killers relationship in Chasmverse

Ink constantly apologizing for Nightmare's actions and Killer standing there, trying to digest the fact Nightmare (& Dream) are Ink's unofficial adopted sons

And just overall, Ink's offering to do some stuff for Killer (ex fixing Killers codes, give him wood for wood carving, etc)

[oh-no-its-bird]

Jokingly thought to myself "Kakashi got a sharingan pass bc the Uchiha like him" which turned into "dumb au where the Uchiha just really like Kakashi for some reason (clan stuff??)"

Which then turned into two separate fic ideas where either Obito survives and Kakashi is a hot commodity for the Uchiha (much to Obito's displeasure, he has dibs you guys go away what the fuck!!); or a kid era fic where the Uchiha take one look at Obito's eye in his head and go "DIBS!! DIBS!!! THIS MEANS WE HAVE DIBS!!!!" and just violently adopt him

Anyways:

Really stupid 'Madara adopts Kakashi after Sakumo's death' AU where Madara never left the village and continues to live as a very grumpy old man.

He adopts Kakashi partially out of spite for half-Hatake!Tobirama + the Hatake were very old Senju allies so spite for that too. Plus a little bit of "damn, another once strong clan wittled down to nothing"

(The fact he never left means Tobirama died at a much later date and also made Kagami hokage)

Madara is visiting Tobirama's grave just to go "get fucked bastard, I stole your nephew, he's mine now." (Ignoring the fact Tobirama probably would have quietly approved anyways)

Obito is around and hates Madara with an inexplicable burning rage and the feeling is mutual. Madara has beef with this literal 11 year old and it's embaressing for both of them.

Obito just has another reason to be mad about Kakashi's general existence (why does the old man seem to like HIM???? What the FUCK????) Obito doesn't know whether he should be telling Kakashi to stay away from Madara or Madara from Kakashi. He does both.

Also Madara and Tobirama were like DEFINATLEY gay together but it was kept behind closed doors and also they continued to hate on eachother in and out of the bedroom. They had the energy of a married couple who regularly gets divorced and remarried like 3 times a month. Everyone hates them.

Madara regularly goes to cuss out Tobirama's grave when mad ab something, then ends his rant with a quiet, begrudging, "miss you, bastard."

Just in general mad bitter old guy Madara harassing the general Konoha population as equally grumpy, 9 years old and almost as bitter as he is Kakashi watches

Kakashi is going to grow up to be an even bigger bastard than canon, thanks Madara!

Eventual obkk where Obito realizes if he marries Kakashi one day Madara will be his dad and he almost seriously considers just. Not.

Is it really worth it. Is it REALLY worth it. Before he sees Kakashi smile or smthn and goes FUCK ok maybe it's worth it.

[irisintheafterglow]

HAND ONE - HIGH CARD

summary: in a season where you're determined to fly under the radar, newly-returned crown prince!touya todoroki has other ideas. in this hand, a duel is fought.

wc: 1.7k

cw/tags: royalty!au/regency!au, fem!reader, first meeting, touya's sass need its own warning

note: SURPRISE !! bet iris starting another series wasn't on your 2024 bingo (it wasn't on mine) but here we are! this whole series is based on this little idea from a few months back and will include swordfighting! fake dating! mutual pining! angst! balls! (the royal kind, not,,, yk) oh and many poker metaphors lol. hope you enjoy this first little exposition chapter :))

likes, reblogs, and replies are greatly appreciated <3

You would admire the spectacle of it all, had it not been for the aching pain in your feet. 

The hand-me-down heels from your estranged stepmother made it hard to focus on anything but your breathing as you tried to steady yourself against a nearby column in the palace garden. You could practically hear her shrill screaming in your ears for not doing enough to network among the other young nobles, for failing to present yourself as fit for bearing children you didn’t want. As the people you’d grown up with since birth milled about carefully-tended roses and large-bloomed peonies, you couldn’t imagine how they weren’t sweating all their caked-on makeup off in the stifling June heat. Fishing the lacy hand fan from your clutch, you relocate to a shadier side of the column under the stone walkway lining the garden. An aggressive snap echoes off nearby walls when you flick it open and sigh when the air hits your face. 

“You stole my spot,” comes a smooth male voice from the other side of the column. You don’t think the person is talking to you, but then you hear an amused snicker and a small thank you to who you assume is a passing servant. It’s awkwardly silent except for faraway conversations and the breeze blown from your fan until the man clears his throat. “I’m holding out a water to you, if you would kindly look over your shoulder.” Slightly irritated by the condescending tone in his voice, you look and, sure enough, there was a cold glass of water in the stranger’s white-gloved hand. You couldn’t see his face, nor the rest of his body, but something in your gut told you that it was safe. And, if it did happen to be poisoned, at least it got you out of another season. Carefully taking the glass from his long fingers, most of the tension in your body leaves after the first few sips slide down your throat. “Refreshing?”

“Very,” you answer cordially, in that airy tone your stepmother taught you. She said it was a fine way to attract suitors, which made you want to drop your voice several octaves whenever a potential husband drew near. “Thank you. That was very kind of you, Mister…?”

“My identity is irrelevant,” he says quickly and you turn your head in his direction, as if to hear him better. “Nor will I ask of yours, so consider this conversation akin to speaking to a wall.”

“From my perspective, I am speaking to a wall,” you point out and the stranger chuckles under his breath. “May I ask why you aren’t socializing with the others?”

“I could ask the same of you, considering that you’re cowering behind a column.” The jab was evident. Your mouth drops in indignancy and, had it not been for heat exhaustion and your nice spot in the shade, you would have decked whoever was on the other side of this conversation. 

“I am not cowering,” you huff, taking another sip and willing the temperature to decrease just a few degrees. “I am merely…taking a break.”

“Taking a break where no one else can find you? For ten minutes?”

“A woman values her privacy,” you argue. “And as far as I’m aware, you were able to find me quite easily. Perhaps you were the one trying to hide, and I was the one who stole your spot.”

“So, you do acknowledge that you are stealing from me.”

“Space in this garden is not something to be claimed unless you are of the royal family, dear stranger.” You hope he can hear the smirk in your tone. 

“And yet, here you are, stealing what is rightfully mine.” 

“And yet, here you are, stealing what is rightfully mine,” you echo in a nasally, mocking voice that would have placed you in major trouble if your parents knew how you were addressing others. “Cease your bratty ramblings as if you own this palace.” The man barks out a laugh, a reaction you didn’t anticipate. It makes your heart race a little faster, in spite of your will to stay casual. 

“Have suitors ever told you that you’re quite the firecracker?”

“Bold of you to assume they get as far as to speak with me,” you correct without hesitation. Presentations were one of the stupidest parts of your present society, along with those tiny sandwiches and that tea that tastes like boiled shoes. “If they decide to pursue me, that’s their first mistake.” The stranger hums in a low tone. 

“Maybe you haven’t found the right suitor, then,” he muses and, before you can answer, the royal bugles announce the beginning of the duels. Excited cheers and the clicking sound of heels on pavement take over any remaining conversations. You whirl around to the other side of the column, anxious to see the mysterious man you were conversing with, but find the other side as vacant as when you first passed it. Slightly disappointed, you find your place along the perimeter of the circular stone courtyard and wait for the king’s advisor to speak. 

“Today is a day of celebration,” he begins, and you mutter the rest of his speech that you’d heard for the past four years under your breath. The hair stands up on the back of your neck and instinct tells you that someone was watching you, but you can’t find who it is among the hundreds of people present. You think you’ve found the culprit when you lock your gaze with a pair of strikingly blue eyes, but they disappear before you can identify the rest of the person. “And, as you are most likely already aware, this year we welcome His Highness Prince Touya Todoroki to the presentation ceremonies. Though he is of a royal family, those that wish to court or be courted by His Highness may present themselves as suitors as they ordinarily would.”

“And will the Prince grace us with his esteemed presence, or is he preoccupied with his ordinarily outlandish activities?” Sneers and snide remarks ripple through the crowd and the advisor struggles to regain their attention. That is, until that same loud barking laugh that you heard from the other side of the column cuts through the murmurs and mutters.

The voice that follows makes your blood run cold in your veins. 

“How bold to assume any of you are worthy of breathing in my presence.” 

“Your Highness–” 

“Shut up,” he spits, shivers spreading over your skin as the crowd splits to reveal an unruly mass of spiked white hair. His eyes are paralyzingly bright, cold and narrow while they scan the vermin before him. The rumors that circulated of his intimidating nature paled in comparison to the man before you, tall and lean and radiating the most dangerous aura you’d ever come across. All the previously gloating eyes became that of rabbits hunted by a wolf when they came under his gaze…except for yours. By some odd stroke of Fate, you couldn’t shake the feeling that you’d seen the Prince before, even though that was physically impossible. Maybe you’d passed another white-haired asshole in the market. “Well? Are we starting or shall you keep gawking until I staple your jaw shut?” The advisor stumbles, shrinking away like a mouse in a lion’s den. 

“Yes, Your Highness. May the first Lady to be courted please step forward!”

As the gowns start to swoop and the swords begin to swing, you’re again reminded of just how unnecessary the spectacle of presentation season always was. One by one, daughters of nobility presented themselves to the suitors, who would then step forward and duel one another for the opportunity to court the Lady. The fights were never to the death, of course, but the shame that came with losing more than one duel was close to it; nothing was more embarrassing, however, than having no suitors step forward when a Lady presented herself. It was your worst fear every season, one that you seemingly didn’t need to worry about this time around.

Still, you were met with the same pasty-faced suitor that had been attempting to win your hand for the past several seasons. He’d accumulated significantly more muscle mass since the previous season, but his hot-headed temper and objectifying tendencies were enough of a turn off to send him packing by the end of the first meeting. 

“You have rejected me time and time again, but that only makes you more enticing,” he declares, offering his hand to you while you roll your eyes behind your fan. Ladies who already received their matches swoon at his show of masculinity, but it only makes your stomach turn. “I will win you. That is my promise. And, if not this season, then the next, and I will persevere until the only eyes you look for in a room are mine.” 

“The only thing I would be looking for in a room with you is an exit,” you mutter. He doesn’t answer, eyeing you like you were a wise investment. Gross. 

“You’d do well to accept me.” Your attention darts upward and you meet his stare, irritated at your lack of a response. The volume of his voice drops so that only you two can hear it as he comes to stand inches away from your face. “It’s not like you have the privilege of other options. Marry me or life as a spinster is your only future.” 

“I wouldn’t marry you if the entire kingdom was at stake,” you hiss and his mouth turns up in a snarl, ready to bite out a response when the shing! of a sword being pulled from its sheath echoes through the courtyard. A quiet verbal commotion sets into the crowd, but you’re unable to see anything beyond the asshole before you. 

"Your business is with me, not her," warns a dangerously familiar voice and the man in front of you stiffens. "Let's get this over with."

“The…ahem…duel will begin once both suitors are in first positions,” the advisor relays with great hesitation. You’d never experienced a duel for your hand, yet it seemed that another man had been dealt into the game. With his face drained of its remaining color, Pasty-face draws his blade like an inexperienced marionette, clunky and jagged, as he takes his place in the circle, allowing you to catch the eye of his opponent, molten blue eyes that make your knees turn gelatinous. The prince was dueling for your hand. 

Prince Touya of the Todoroki family was dueling for your hand. 

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[deadratdonoteat]

Roronoa Zoro x reader

The worst he can say is no

Tags- Angst, heartbreak, crying, self-hatred

W.C.= 1.1k

Part 1/3

The sea left a salty taste on my lips. I licked them with nervousness. Today was the day. That stupid swordsman has plagued my mind for far too long.

“Just do it!” Nami says as she looks up from the map. She’s the only one who knew about my crush. Usopp once asked but I was able to distract him from it.

“I’m so nervous,” I sighed into my palms. My hands cradling my face, sitting on a crate. Nami laughed at my worry. She has been so helpful.

“I’ve seen how he looks at you, the feeling is definitely mutual,” the ship's navigator chimed. She has been telling me some things about Zoro. How he’d look at me when I wasn’t or always protect me from any size threat. Nami is convinced that he likes me too, if not more.

“I’ll do it tonight!” I planned while straightening my posture. My nervousness was melting away. Nami has convinced me that he likes me back or she just fed my delusion.

“Worst he can say is no,” Nami said in a sing-songy tone. I hopped off the crate and stretched my legs. Tonight was the night I finally spoke my mind. That mosshead will know how I feel. And he might or might not reciprocate the feelings. Either way he’s a good friend of mine.

“Thanks Nami!” I shouted at her, she gave me a thumbs up without looking away from the map. The sun wasn’t too high in the sky. Night will fall soon.

-

Sanji cooked such a mouth watering meal, like always. I sat at my usual spot next to Zoro. We made light conversation. Usopp stole Zoro's attention with a totally true story. I was able to see Sanji yell at the captain for nearly eating all the meat.

Once the crew settled down, it was time for my plan. Usopp and Luffy went to bed. Sanji was cleaning dishes. Nami was reading in our room, waiting for me. Me and Zoro remained on the upper deck. God, he is breathtaking. I hoped I looked just as good. Nami had helped me doll up a little for today.

“Why are you still up?” The swordsman asked. My heart fluttered at his concern. God, I was nervous again. I hadn’t even said anything yet. He was staring at the sea, leaning on the railing.

“I wanted to tell you something,” I faked confidence. I held my shaky hands behind my back. He took his attention from the water and turned to me. He straightened his posture a bit. He nodded his head in my direction. Signaling me to continue. I swallowed back the rising fear. I met his gaze.

“I have feelings for you, Zoro. I’ve had them for a while,” I said with more nervousness than before. My palms began to sweat, face turning a shade of red. My words seemed to still be connecting in his head. He tilted his head a bit, brow furrowed slightly. My crooked smile slowly faded.

“Okay?” Was all he said. There was a tone of uncertainty. My heart was racing.

“I-I just wanted to let you know!” I stumbled over my words, internally facepalming. His hands folded across his chest. I gulped.

“My goal is to become the best swordsman,” he began in a degrading tone. Taking a small step towards me, “Not to become your boyfriend,” his words held venom.

My world was crashing. It felt like everything around us was being consumed with darkness. My eyes widened. He had never been this mean to me. It was a common joke on the ship that he had a soft spot for me. My breathing became uneven. My chest was heavy. the weight hadn’t been taken off my shoulders.

“R-right! Sorry,” I spoke, my head hung low. My eyes began to water. How stupid of me. I turned around. Slowly making my way to Nami. Making my way away from here. Of course he didn’t like me. I’m not strong like him. Not smart like Nami. Definitely not as beautiful as her. My thoughts were cloudy.

I opened the shared room. Nami sitting on the couch waiting for the news. I closed the door. Head still looking at the floor. I dragged my feet to my bed.

“Y/n?” Nami's voice cut through my cruel thoughts. I slowly looked at her. She gasped. I was crying. I was pathetic. I am disgusting. No wonder he hates me.

“It’s okay, everything is ok,” She wrapped her arms around me. She pulled away, holding my head in her hands. Making me stare at her. She gave me a soft smile. My heart was broken. It was stupid to think he liked me. Thee Roronoa Zoro, The three sword bounty hunter turned pirate.

I cried in Namis arms.

Zoro’s POV

That stupid long nose stole me away from my conversation with Y/n. I didn’t care what we were talking about, as long as I got to talk to her.

The ocean looked darker than usual. I had a bad feeling about something. Footsteps came up the deck. I didn’t need to look to know who it was. Why was she awake? She needs to get some sleep.

“Why are you still up?” I asked her.

“I wanted to tell you something,” that piqued my interest. I looked at her. God, she’s beautiful. She had changed since dinner. She looked a little fancy, but beautiful. I fixed my lazy posture. I nodded my head for her to continue.

“I have feelings for you, Zoro. I’ve had them for a while,” she confessed. My heart skipped a beat. Did she really just say that? I didn’t let my composure falter. Do I tell her my feelings? She was waiting for my response. Her cute smile was going away.

“Okay?” I said with a bit of confusion. Was she going to ask for something more? Something more from this friendship? I hope so.

“I-I just wanted to let you know!” She stuttered over her words. Cute. I should tell her how I feel. Tell her that I’ve been thinking the same. I can’t take my eyes off her. She’s perfect. Even when she’s this nervous.

“My goal is to become the best swordsman,” I began in a degrading tone. What am I saying? Taking a small step towards her, “Not to become your boyfriend,” my words held venom. I didn’t mean that. That’s not what I wanted to say. My words were betraying me. I could tell that it hurt her.

“R-right! Sorry,” Y/n said quietly. I wanted to scream at myself. Why would I say that? Her eyes started to water. Was she crying? My heart sank. Y/n was crying because of me. I have seen her take a bullet and not cry. I was the one to make her cry…my stupid mouth can’t do anything right. She turned away. I wanted to reach out and hold her. Tell her that I care and like her.

She left. She took my heart with her. I’ve always had a soft spot for her. The whole crew knew it. I slapped my head. Idiot.

<3

[ts-sides-head-canon]

...ya know what time it is??

Platonic Analogical headcannons.

(There shall also be a bit of Romantic Prinxiety and Intrulogical)

Le go!

Virgil and Logan both have a mutual understanding that sometimes the others can be too much, when they feel this way they just go to each others rooms and just sit there enjoying each others company for a while, generally until they're called out for food.

Virgil and Logan have both learned morse code in order to have a sort of secret language to communicate in, this has resulted in them making their own version of an SOS, SOB, which stands for Sick Of Bullshit.

Virgil is constantly getting Logan into new analogue horrors and ARG's that they then try to figure out together.

On a similar note, Logan and Virgil can have really indepth conversations about cryptids, and they have come to some hilarious conclusions. They think moth man is a cross dresser.

Virgil has introduced Logan to Tumblr memes and such, and the two have many inside jokes. They also do the whole "nice shoelaces. " "Thanks, I stole them from the president." bit.

The only thing the two fight about is the creative twins, namely each one of them thinks they're dating the superior twin, and they're never gonna let the other win.

Loagn actually learned first aid from Virgil, who learned it ages ago from Janus. Virgil also knows how to fight and is giving self-defense lessons to the others.

Lastly, Logan doesn't actually think he's good at helping with panic attacks because of his struggle with emotions, but he is good when Virgil's not fully in panic mode, either when he's starting to calm down or before the panic attack has taken full effect. Virgil often ends up heading to Logan to stave off panic attacks because of how comforting it is to have someone who understands the world.

Hope you like my ideas! Farewell for the moment!

Just woke up from my nap to this! These are so cool, I really love the idea of Logan and Virgil tapping in Morse Code very angrily like:

My boyfriend is better!

No mine is!

[dr3amlab]

4. wicked games, dm.

SUMMARY — Y/N Gorgon and Draco Malfoy have a long history of mutual hatred. You see, the two of them have been pulling pranks on each other since their 1st year at Hogwarts, to the dismay of their close friends and supervisors. However, after a prank left Y/N completely out of her mind, she decides that she'll pull her cruelest prank yet on Draco by pretending to be his secret admirer.

PAIRING — Draco Malfoy x reader

GENRE — series, enemies to lovers, rival, comedy (?)

WORD COUNT — 2191 words.

AUTHOR’S NOTE — thank you so much for the love !! I've never thought that this would get any attention, really 🥹

PARTS. 1 2 3 4 5 6 finale

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IV. AMORE, AMORE.

My dearest Draco, 

I think of you daily. It’s true. I think of you when I see green apples, books or even when I smell an expensive cologne. You probably don’t have a clue why, and trust me, neither do I.

I want to know everything about you; your favorite color, your favorite song and even your favorite season. However, i can't.

You see, i can't keep writing you these letters. I feel like i'm burdening you with my feelings, and it makes me feel horrible.

So i've decided that from now on, my feelings are mine to keep. 

This is my last letter.

I'll love you always, 

your secret admirer.

It was past midnight and you could see the moon shining brightly on your mirror. This night was a peaceful night, one of the most soothing you had known for a while, and yet, you couldn’t sleep. And as you couldn’t find a peaceful state of mind, you asked a question that plagued your mind to Athena who was also undoubtedly awake, "Athena," you started, "do you think I’ll ever forget draco?" , "what do you mean?" you could hear Athena shuffle in her bed, "Draco. Will I stop having feelings for him? Will I eventually forget him?" you clarified.

"I can’t tell you exactly, y/n," Athena spoke softly, "though, my mother once said  to me that you never forget your first love, they live in you forever," you could almost hear her smile through her words, "even if you move on, they’ll always have a special place in your heart," she continued, "as bad as it sounds, you’ll always compare your other lovers to your first because you’ll think that no one will ever be as perfect as them."

"So, i’ll never stop loving Draco?" you asked again with a shaky voice, "you’ll stop eventually," she said, "but your heart will never stop smiling at the thought of him," Athena yawned, signaling that morpheus was finally taking her in her embrace, "sweet dreams y/n," she whispered loud enough for you to hear.

You wished Athena was wrong for once. You hoped and prayed to Merlin that you’d wake up having no feelings for Draco Malfoy. Hell, you even hoped to wake up with an amnesia so you could forget the entire existence of the blond boy, even if it meant you’d lose your most cherished memories. How dare he? How dare he make your heart feel like it’s about to explode? 

Draco Malfoy was a heartless criminal that surely deserves a spot in Azkaban for he ruthlessly stole your heart and occupied your every thoughts without any permission. You wished to say that you hated every fiber of his being, but you knew that it wasn’t true.

"Tomorrow, I’ll give him one last letter," you thought, "then I’ll be done with him." You made yourself comfortable in your bed, "goodnight Athena," you finally replied.

On one side of the class, Draco was reading the latest letter he received from his admirer with, at first, a pleasant expression on his face but his face progressively got bitter as he got to the end of the letter, "What the fuck," draco whispered not so quietly as Theodore, his seat mate, heard him, "oi! What’s with the profanities," Theodore scolded teasingly, "man, shut up. I’m literally not in the mood for your bullshit," draco carped, "woah, dude, calm down! I’m just joking," Nott said in a dry tone, not really understanding the sudden outburst of his friend. 

"What are you even mad about?" Theodore snatched the paper out of Draco’s hand, "what is this? A love letter?" Nott cleared his throat preparing his voice to read the letter aloud, "My dear—" But before he could start teasing his friend, the latter snatched the paper out of Nott’s hands, "what’s wrong with you Nott? I literally told you that I was in no mood to deal with your jokes," Draco snapped grabbing the attention of all the students in the classroom who were previously chattering.

On the other side of the classroom, you were watching the scene unfold. You observed their little quarrel from the beginning, and you saw how draco seemed disappointed as soon as he finished reading the letter. You should be proud for your plan turned out exactly how you wanted: Draco took the bait, and was apparently smitten by his secret admirer. But why did you feel the opposite? 

'Horrible' was an understatement to describe how you felt right now. Maybe, just maybe, it wasn’t your brightest idea to write those letters to Draco because: The boy was losing his mind more than you wanted him to and you had realized that you actually like draco, and you would’ve preferred to stay in denial because those newly discovered feelings were not doing you any favor. 

"I feel horrible Athena," you whispered as you laid your head on your desk, "well, you can’t say that I didn’t warn you," she spoke in a singsong, "shut up please! Don’t rub salt in my wound," you whined, "you mean his wound," she rectified, "look at him, he's a thousand times more affected with this joke than he should've! Geez, I wouldn’t want to be Theodore right now," she tut-ted, "the poor guy just wanted to  cheer his friend up and now he’s getting insulted!"

You put your head back up to look at the two boys who were still arguing, "I wouldn’t want to be present when he’ll find out," she spoke, "find out what?" you replied tiredly. Athena frowned her brows in confusion, "that it was you who wrote the letters," she said in a hushed voice so only you could hear. Your face went instantly white, "fuck, fuck, fuck!"you put your head in your hands, "what am I going to do?" you whined, "he’s never gonna take my feelings seriously now," you mumbled. Athena looked at you sadly and rubbed your back as an attempt to console you in the midst of the chaos that was still going on. 

Never in your life you would've thought that you'd be worried to death on knowing if Draco reciprocates your feelings or not. Life is such a funny thing.

"Where is Slughorn anyway?" Athena tried to change the subject. "He’s like 10 minutes late, what is he—," she stopped mid-sentence when she saw the said teacher come Into the classroom, "Oh, speak of the devil! There he is." The teacher sighed with exasperation as he saw the commotion that was happening in his class, "Alright class please calm down," he said in an a voice that lacked authority voice for the boys continued to argue. "Please calm down!" he shouted and this time, he earned the silence he wanted with a bonus of startled expressions from the students.

Slughorn smiled with satisfaction, "First and foremost, I apologize for my tardiness," he said, "and for my little outburst. "He placed the books he was holding in his arms on his desk, "Now, let’s start the lesson shall we?" Slughorn smiled, "Can anybody remind me what we talked about last week?" An eager student raised their hands to answer the professor.

Draco heard their answer, yet he didn’t listen; he was too engrossed in his thoughts. Malfoy didn’t know what to think of this situation, why were they leaving him? Why is it that all the persons that say they love him always end up leaving him? He didn’t understand, was there something wrong with him? Could he fix his flaws? Draco knows that he’s far from being perfect, but then again no one was, so why is it that nobody wants to accept him as he is?

The blond boy couldn’t pin point the emotion he was feeling right now, was it fear? Disappointment? or maybe even sorrow? Draco couldn’t describe the heavy feeling in the pit of his stomach, but he sure can tell when he feels like utter shit.

Draco got pulled out of his thoughts by Theodore’s elbow nudging him. The blond boy looked at his friend confusedly, wondering why he called him out. Theodore pointed his chin in front of him and Draco looked away from Nott’s eyes only to meet Slughorn’s, "I’ll repeat my question. What is amortentia?" Draco couldn’t understand what the professor was talking about as he had spent most of the lesson feeling sorry for himself, "Amoretentia?" He mispronounced, "No, Draco, it’s—, " the professor got cut off.

"It’s only the most powerful love potion in the world." Granger replied with a hint of a cockiness in her voice, but only according to Draco, "it’s supposed to smell differently to each of according to what attracts us, and I can smell freshly mown grass and new parchment and—," Hermione stopped mid-sentence and the girl looked like she made shocking discovery. 

"Shocking isn’t it, Granger?" Slughorn laughed, "How about you Malfoy, what do you smell?" Slughorn offered the potion to Draco for him to sniff. At first Draco was reticent but after a few seconds of reflexion, he took the  flask from the professor, "I smell vanilla, violets, and— strawberry cake?" Draco recognized that smell. There was no doubt in his mind that it was the scent that wafted from the pink envelopes. Draco’s heart frowned again, "if only I knew who it was," he thought.

"And you, Gorgon?" Slughorn offered you the flask which you took in your hands carefully, "Books, green apples," draco’s ears perked up at your words, "and—," you met Draco’s eyes and you felt a feeling of fear wash all over you, "and that’s it." You glared at Draco hoping to keep the appearances up. You almost gave it away but he didn’t notice anyway or did he?

"Alright!" Slughorn took the potion from your hand, "Amortentia is considered to be a powerful and highly dangerous potion. Despite its power, Amortentia does create actual love. The potion is—," Slughorn explained but neither you or Draco were interested in what he was saying  as you two were too busy giving a black look to each other, "Do you think he caught up?" Athena whispered to your ear, "I hope not," you answered as you broke the eye contact with Draco to look Athena but you still felt Draco’s narrowed eyes on you.

Perhaps the meteorologists weren’t the experts they claimed to be or perhaps, the weather was merely unpredictable for they didn’t warn the students of Hogwarts of the Cyclone Draco that was currently ravaging the hallway of the school looking for a person in particular.

"Sasha, there you are!" Draco’s shadow engulfed the younger boy leaving no light, "M-Malfoy," Sasha stuttered and Draco laughed, "S-Sasha," he mimicked, "you already know what I’m here to ask you," Draco gritted his teeth, "so spill the beans and don’t you dare waste my time," he menaced.

"I already told you that I can't tell you draco," the Hufflepuff cried, "I promised! I’m sorry but it’s not my place!" Draco poked his tongue in his cheek and turned away his gaze from the trembling form of the boy. "Promises are meant to be broken, aren't they?"Draco replied coldly as he got closer to the younger boy.

"Listen." Draco grabbed Sasha by the collar, "You’re going to give their name right now," Malfoy demanded once again but the boy shook his head vigorously and the blond boy sighed.

Malfoy released his grip on Sasha’s uniform collar and the latter fell on his buttock making him hiss with pain, "Sasha, Sasha," draco tut-ted, "I didn’t want to come to this," he faked a sad expression on his face, "I really appreciate you, y’know." The younger boy’s face displayed pure horror as he saw Malfoy reach for his wand, "But hey," Draco sighed, "Silly me to think you’d cooperate."

Draco pointed his wand towards Sasha, who was still on the ground, "Cru—,"The older boy started, "Okay! Okay! I’ll tell you please don’t do that," Sasha yelled, "I’m not sure Sasha," Draco shrugged, "Plus you know I’m not scared to say the cursed spells," Malfoy put up his hand again signaling that he was about to say the curse again, "Cruc—," he repeated, "Y/N!" the boy said while shielding himself from the potential curse that draco was about to cast. "Y/N, that's the name," Sasha said with a jerky breath.

Draco smiled satisfied that the boy caved in as he lowered his wand, "Of course it was her," he mumbled.

"Alright Sasha," Draco said as turned his heels to leave, "Loved talking to you, » Malfoy smiled, "See you around bro!" Draco emptied the hallway leaving a young boy that was probably going to be scarred for life.

[wanderlust-in-my-soul]

10 BL Boys That I Want "Carnally"

aka The Horny List

I was tagged by @my-rose-tinted-glasses @twig-tea @rocketturtle4 and @nieves-de-sugui 🤍 Thank you so much! And sorry I am late to the game! I am lying down with a cold right now... what means I had a little time to think about this list and to respect my own weak heart for bad boys and puppy guys... The heart wants what the heart wants...

Starting the list with one of the softest and warmest bad boys out there right now:

Mhok from Last Twilight

He stole my heart from the beginning and never gave it back. I guess he will keep it for eternity. And that is totally fine! He has the biggest heart and is the biggest green flag disguised as a red flag that is walking the bl-world right now. I love how he looks at Day, how he takes care for him and how he slowly fell for him.

I guess the second one doesn't come as a surprise when you look at my profle pic:

Boeing from Only Friends

He is just sex on a stick and I am still mad that he got introduced so late into the show. He would have been so much fun to watch destroying the whole "friend group" piece by piece. I would have watched such a show. Well I guess I would watch a show in which he just leans out of the pool like that for 40 minutes straight and I wouldn't be mad...

On third we have our first couple, because one doesn't work without the other:

DongWook and DoHyun from A Breeze Of Love

I was so freaking happy seeing those two wanting each other. Those two were in love with each other, not just on an emotional level but on a physical level attracted to each other and the series didn't hide it! It is my favorite bl of this year and the mutual attraction played into it. And those two are just two lost puppies who wants to love and be loved and urgh! I love them!

Going on to an old crush of mine:

Forth from 2 Moons 2

Yes, it is mostly Pavel, but I really liked this soft bad boy with this rascal hair cut and the tattoos. I loved his whole character and yes in the end I am just a weak girl, because look at him!

One character I wish I could drag out of the screen and keep as my own little prince of his stupid white horse:

Yai from I Feel You Linger In The Air

He is one of the prettiest men I ever saw and his puppy eyes with which he is looking at Jom and the soft voice whenever he says his name were making me weak in the knees. He is a total romantic and just wants to love and be loved in return. He is the perfect gentleman and loyal till the end. He needs a strong partner at his side to be the best version of himself and when he dances, the whole world stops for a moment.

Coming to a very much new pic for me and it is a pairing again:

Naoki and Yamashiro from Kiss x Kiss x Kiss: Love ii Shower

I mean Naoki looked like a greek god and Yamashiro was just so sensual in this short episode. I have to confess, I couldn't find a version with subtitles, so I don't know exactly what they were talking about, but in the end, did I really care that much, especially when they started using a language I could understand very good? No, not really. Sometimes I just like looking at beautiful people kissing each other.

One of my long-lasting loves:

Mark from Love Mechanics

I adore War. I love him so much and I am going feral when Jack & Joker really comes real next year. He has one of the best faces out there. He looks good crying and being evil and of course laughing. And Mark was such a lost puppy prick and Vee treated him really shitty for most of the times, but because I love Vee too, I can't be too hard on him. But Mark, I want to give him a hug... everytime all the time!

And on we go with another recent catch for my eyes:

Phaya from The Sign

He is such a flirt and he makes it very clear that he likes Tharn and I love that for us. He is one of the people I want to be hold in their arms just like Tharn here. I can't wait for those two to finally give in to their feelings! And for the mystical plot to unfold itself more, because I really want to know what is going on! And I want those two to save each other.

The next one is called Papi Chulo on TikTok and I can see why:

Sailom from Wedding Plan

The series might not be the best one out there and Papi Chulo might be frustrating for some people, but I loved them both! Lom is such a treat and for most of the times I understand why he acted like he did. And after he came clean with Namnuea he was the best boyfriend/fiancé. And he has one of the best smiles out there and such a cute mole!

Closing this list with the one character I am going feral at the moment whenever he is on screen:

Prom from Playboyy

He has this pure lust in his eyes whenever he looks at Nont and I love it. I don't know if I would trust Prom, but be sure if this man wants to put on a mask and punish me in his basement I would let him... He is one of my guilty pleasures right now and I would watch the series just for him and his fucked up relationship with Nont.

This was fun! I am so late to the game, I am not tagging anyone, because I know many have done it already and I don't want to double tag :) But if you see this and want to do it yourself, feel free to make your own list and tag me, so I can have a look at your picks 😊

[dc-and-arfrona]

Amusements

Batman x GN!Reader

Type: Fluff

Word Count: 1.3k+

Masterlist

Summary: Meet Cute of this list!

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The sound of laughter and thrill rides filled the air as you entered the bustling amusement park. Excitement coursed through your veins as you contemplated the exhilarating attractions that awaited you. Little did you know that this day would bring an unexpected twist, one that would forever change the course of your life.

As you approached a particularly popular roller coaster, you noticed a sign that read: "Even-numbered riders only." It seemed that the coaster's design required pairs to maintain balance during the ride. Glancing around, you realized that you were alone, and finding a partner seemed daunting amidst the crowd.

Just as you were about to give up and move on, a voice, both commanding and mysterious, broke through the chatter. "I believe we can assist each other."

Turning toward the sound, your eyes widened in surprise. Standing before you was Batman himself, his iconic cape billowing in the breeze. The enigmatic vigilante, known for his solitary ways, had taken notice of your predicament.

Without uttering another word, Batman gestured for you to join him. Eager to seize this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, you quickly nodded and stepped forward, accepting his silent offer of partnership.

As you took your place beside Batman, the coaster's attendants guided you both into the designated seats. Strapped in and ready for the impending thrill, you stole a sideways glance at the Dark Knight, unable to ignore the mixture of excitement and curiosity that welled up within you.

The coaster roared to life, propelling you forward with a surge of adrenaline. With each twist, turn, and loop, you couldn't help but feel the exhilaration coursing through your veins. As the wind rushed past you, a mix of emotions swirled within—the thrill of the ride and the captivating presence of Batman by your side.

With every twist and turn, the layers of Batman's stoic demeanor seemed to peel away, revealing glimpses of vulnerability and humanity that few were privileged to witness. The coaster became a catalyst, breaking down the barriers that separated you from the legendary crime-fighter.

As the ride concluded, you stumbled off the coaster, your heart racing and your breath catching in your throat. Batman's gaze met yours, and there was a fleeting moment of connection—a silent understanding that transcended the limits of words.

Sensing the impact of the experience, Batman took a step closer, his voice softer than before. "Thank you for joining me. The ride was made all the more enjoyable with your presence."

A warmth spread through your chest, and you couldn't help but smile. "The pleasure was all mine. Who would have thought that an amusement park ride could be such an unforgettable adventure?"

Time seemed to stand still as Batman regarded you, his eyes hidden behind the mask conveying a mix of appreciation and something deeper—a connection that defied the boundaries of ordinary encounters.

The amusement park became your backdrop as you and Batman continued to explore the various attractions. The day unfolded with a blend of exhilarating rides, shared laughter, and meaningful conversations. You discovered unexpected similarities, shared values, and a mutual desire to make a difference in the world.

As the sun began to set, casting a warm glow over the park, Batman took your hand, his touch gentle yet firm. "Thank you for joining me today. The experience has been more meaningful than I anticipated."

Your heart skipped a beat, overwhelmed by the genuine gratitude in Batman's voice. "I'm honored to have shared this time with you, Batman. It's not often one gets to see the person behind the mask."

A faint smile tugged at the corners of Batman's lips. "You've seen more than most."

With the day drawing to a close, you and Batman found yourselves lingering near the park's entrance, an unspoken understanding between you. The connection forged through the amusement park adventure was undeniable, and the desire to continue exploring it lingered in the air.

As the last rays of sunlight bathed the surroundings, Batman reached a gloved hand towards you, his voice laced with a rare vulnerability. "Would you be open to continuing this journey, outside the confines of the park?"

Eager to embrace the unknown, you placed your hand in his, your voice steady with newfound courage. "I would be honored, Batman. Let's see where this adventure takes us."

And so, as the sun set on the amusement park, a new chapter began—a thrilling journey of unraveling mysteries, facing adversaries, and nurturing a connection that defied the boundaries of the night. With Batman by your side, Gotham City became a backdrop for a love story unlike any other.

In the days that followed the amusement park adventure, you and Batman continued to grow closer, navigating the intricate dance of crime-fighting and companionship. Gotham City became a canvas for your shared endeavors, each night bringing new challenges and revelations.

With Batman as your guide, you delved into the depths of the city, uncovering its hidden secrets and confronting its darkest foes. The thrill of danger and the rush of adrenaline intensified the connection between you, weaving a tapestry of trust, understanding, and unwavering support.

As the nights turned into weeks, you found solace in each other's presence, offering a respite from the chaos that surrounded you. Together, you carved moments of peace amidst the city's relentless turmoil—watching the stars from the rooftop of Wayne Manor or sharing quiet conversations in the dimly lit Batcave.

In those stolen moments, Batman's enigmatic persona gave way to glimpses of the man behind the mask—a man driven by a profound sense of justice and a tender heart that beat beneath the armor. With each revelation, the lines between the legendary crime-fighter and the person beneath blurred, deepening the bond that had formed.

But love in Gotham was never without its challenges. The weight of Batman's responsibilities, the constant threats that loomed, and the sacrifice required to protect the innocent all tested the limits of your connection. Yet, despite the hardships, your love persisted, steadfast and unwavering.

Together, you faced adversaries both old and new, relying on each other's strengths and resilience to overcome the darkness that sought to consume Gotham. In the face of danger, you became Batman's ally, his equal, and his source of light in the darkest nights.

The city became your playground, a canvas on which you fought side by side, your love acting as a beacon of hope amidst the chaos. The people of Gotham began to take notice, inspired by the unity and unwavering determination you and Batman represented.

But it wasn't just the heroics that defined your relationship. In the quiet moments between battles, you discovered the simple joys of companionship—shared laughter, stolen glances, and the comfort of knowing that, in each other, you had found a sanctuary from the storm.

And so, as the years passed, your love story unfolded in the shadows and beneath the moonlit sky. The world knew Batman and his partner, but only you knew the depths of the connection you shared—the profound love that blossomed amidst the chaos of Gotham City.

Together, you continued to protect the innocent, to chase justice, and to find solace in the quiet moments. Whether it was a whispered "I love you" in the depths of the night or a reassuring touch before facing danger, your bond grew stronger, unyielding in the face of adversity.

Gotham City bore witness to your love story—a tale of two souls who dared to embrace the night, finding solace and purpose in each other's arms. And as you stood side by side, Gotham's guardian and his partner, the shadows whispered your names, forever entwining your destiny with the city you vowed to protect.

In the heart of darkness, love prevailed, reminding you that even within the shadows, there was light to be found. And as long as you had each other, you knew that together you could conquer anything the night could throw your way.

[artyandink]

𝖕𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖔𝖑𝖜𝖍𝖎𝖕 | 𝖉𝖊𝖆𝖓 𝖜𝖎𝖓𝖈𝖍𝖊𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗 | 1

Summary: “She’s like you’ve been pistolwhipped.” He bit his lip angrily. “Hits you right in the head and makes it spin. I used to hate it. But now? I’ve turned out like every other guy; had one hit of her and… I’m addicted. So yeah, pretty much.”

MASTERLIST

A/N - Second book of the series! Feedback is much appreciated and it’s my fuel, so don’t hesitate to give any constructive criticism and/or feedback!

BAD DAY AT BLACK ROCK

ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ : CYNICAL - EMEI

“Thanks for helping rebuild the roadhouse, sweetie.” Ellen smiled, taking my hand, and I glanced at the tribute to Ash in the centre of the largest wall there. “You’re a real help.”

“No problem.” I replied with a grin. “It’s the least I could do after you agreed to give me a job, especially when...” 

“Remind me to kill him when I next see him.” 

“I’ll do it myself, don’t you worry.” 

“Beer for the gentleman over there.” Jo nodded towards the other end of the bar, and I took the task up, quickly uncapping a beer and sliding it down the table. “So, you broke it off with James?” 

“Sadly.” 

“He was good for you, though. Real salt of the earth.” 

“Nowadays you don’t get salt of the earth, do you?” I chuckled, then went to the next patron. “What can I get you?” 

“Whiskey, sweetheart.” The man smirked. “Neat.” 

“Coming right up.” I poured a glass of whiskey, passing it to him. 

“Wait.” Jo smirked, turning me around. “Is that the corset you used to wear when your parents weren’t around? Y’know, when we’d have nights where we were just managing the roadhouse by ourselves?” The corset she was talking about was black and had hints of lace, while I wore an oversized plaid shirt over it with Jo’s abandoned and faded shorts, cause it always had looked better on me (with mutual agreement. In Jo’s words, ‘I had more legs to show off.’, but all girls are gorgeous in their own right. Jo has a more feminine body than mine.). I’d rolled up the sleeves of the plaid halfway up to my elbows for more practicality, of course, otherwise I wouldn’t be able to work.

“Ivonne Hazel Rainer, you wore things like that while I was gone?” Ellen snapped in her mother tone.

“It was for kicks!” I laughed, putting my hands up in mock surrender. “But I found it and I was like ‘why the hell not’.” 

“I still haven’t forgotten the time you came home with golden hair.” 

“I never will, either, trust me.” Ellen went to serve more patrons, but then Jo gave me a look. “What?” 

“Don’t think I don’t recognise that plaid.” She sighed. “That’s Dean’s.” 

“I didn’t notice.” 

“It reeks of his cologne.” 

“How do you know what it smells like?” 

“Because he’s literally the only one who wears it?” 

“Touché.” I sighed, then cracked open a beer for myself. “He hasn’t contacted me in two months.” 

“You sit back. I’m gonna kill him.”

”Dude.” Sam groaned, lying on the bed. “Bela stole that rabbit’s foot from  us. We need to get it back before I die.” 

“I’m working on it.” Dean snapped from his perch at the table. “But if she doesn’t want to be found, she’ll be damn hard to find.” 

“Then do you know anyone who could?” Dean but his lip, frowning. “Earth to Dean?” 

“Maybe…” He sighed, “definitely… Ivonne Rainer.” 

“Then call her.” 

“We haven’t spoken in two months, and we didn’t exactly end on good terms!” 

“Screw good terms, just do it.” Sam took out his phone, holding it out to Dean without managing to hurt himself. “Call her.”

”She’s not gonna pick up. And we can’t track her, cause the rules with Bela apply to her too.” 

“Call the roadhouse, then. They rebuilt it, and Ellen and Jo might be able to tell where she is.” 

“Ellen probably wants to kill me.” 

“So thank your lucky stars if Jo picks up.” Dean reluctantly took the phone, calling the Roadhouse.

The phone rang, and Jo picked it up while I chatted to a man who had apparently come from Britain. 

What can I say? I’m a sucker for a British accent. 

“So, are you free after your shift, darling?” He asked, white teeth glinting. 

“I could be.” I smirked, leaning forward on the counter. 

“How about I get your number, for starters?” He slid a napkin forward, and I took out a pen just as Jo cleared her throat. “Yeah?” 

“Code Red.” She whispered, and I nodded, turning to the guy with a smile. 

“Rain check on that number?” 

“‘Course, sweetheart.” 

I went over to the phone, winking to Jo as I took it. “Harvelle’s Roadhouse; this is Ivy speaking.” I heard a pause from the other end, so I frowned. “Hey, buddy, I’ve got customers waiting, so speak up before I hang up.” 

There was a sharp intake of breath. ‘Beanie.’

I’ll be damned if I didn’t recognise that voice. 

“Son of a…” I breathed, my hand tightening on the telephone. Remind me to kill Jo, please. “Dean.” 

‘Hey.’ 

“Don’t ‘hey’ me. What do you want?” 

‘Help.’ 

“Yeah, help with what?” 

‘We need to track down a girl named Bela. There’s a cursed rabbits foot that she stole from us, and Sam could die in a week. We need to get it back.’ 

“And you need me to help?” 

‘You’re the best tracker I know.’ 

“Sweet words, Dean. Use ‘em on someone else.” 

‘Please. I don’t care what I have to do to make it up, but help Sammy.’ 

I gritted my teeth, closing my eyes, and I could feel an anticipating silence on the other side. “Call Bobby, get whatever you can on her. I’m coming.” I put down my phone, then turned to the British guy. “Sorry, man, but you’re gonna have to catch me another day. Family troubles.” I held my hand out to Jo, who chucked me the keys to my Mustang. “And you’re in for a hell of a telling off when I come back.” I picked up my wallet, stored my gun in my waistband, put on gloves, saluted to Ash’s portrait and left, getting into my car and flooring it.

Hours later, I pulled up at the motel, getting out of the car and walking up to the room door that Dean had texted, and I knocked sharply. I heard clattering, and a couple of loud curses, then Sam opened the door, a grin appearing on his face when he saw me. 

“Ivy!” He laughed, pulling me into rather a clumsy hug. “Thank god you’re here.” 

“Thank god I’m here, yeah.” I walked in, throwing my satchel down. “This rabbit’s foot better be worth it, cause I just missed a hot date with a British guy-“ I came face to face with Dean, who was stood up and looking at me like he’d seen a ghost. 

“Ivy.” He nodded slightly. He looked me up and down, his eyes lingering on the red plaid I was wearing with a look in his eyes that I couldn’t place. Then they moved to the corset, then my shorts, and he bit his lip. I fought back a blush, instead staring straight into his eyes with what I hoped was indifference.

“Dean.” I smiled a bit, then got straight to business, taking out a map. “Ok, so, Bela Talbot, born in 1979, shocker, and she’s everyone’s favourite black magic arms dealer. She takes valuable or dangerous items, like cursed objects and the works, selling them to the highest bidder. And the things she sells? Well, they rack up millions. I’ve tracked her scent to this apartment in Queens, but she’ll be booking it tomorrow evening. Best to hit her fast.” 

“How did you figure all this out?” Sam asked, peering at my map. 

“I know how she thinks. Bela and I have been frenemies since we first met on one of my hunts eight years ago. One’s out to destroy the bad and the other to sell it; it’s bound to cause rifts. Now I’m gonna go confront her, get the rabbit’s foot and get back to my job.” 

“And the hot date.” Dean scoffed. 

“And that.”

”With the British guy?” Sam chuckled. 

“What can I say? Girls are suckers for a British accent. As long as it’s not a chav accent, no, I don’t like those.”

Dean and I were walking towards the car after fixing Sam up so he wouldn’t break anything or hurt himself, but I could feel the tension like it burned my skin, especially as we got in the car. 

It actually started to feel claustrophobic after a few hours.

“Ivy, I just wanna-“ 

“This isn’t for you.” I cut in, staring straight ahead. “I’m doing this so Sam won’t die.” 

“And yeah, I’m thankful for that.” 

“Let’s leave it there, then.” 

“Ok.” His hands were gripping the steering wheel so hard his knuckles were turning white, and he looked like he was actively trying to keep his eyes off of me. “How have you been?” 

“As good as I can be.” 

“That’s fair.” 

“Ok.” 

“Can we at least try to talk normally while this is happening?”

”No.” 

“You don’t wanna fix this?” 

“Let’s just get the rabbit’s foot and then do the mushy discussion.” He tried to speak, but I held up a finger as we pulled up. “Capiche?” 

“Fine.” We got out of the car, taking out our guns as we broke into Bela’s room. Dean stuck a post-it note on the wall, and I gave him a look before dragging him back just as Bela came our way, holding a gun. Then she saw the post it note and turned around, spotting Dean. “You left without your tip.” She smirked, drawing her gun with a look I knew all too well. Then I tapped her shoulder with my gun, and she whipped around, gun now trained on me while mine was on her.

“Hi, Bela.” I waved, flicking my safety off. “Long time, no see.” 

“Ivy.” She smiled. “How long’s it been?” 

“One year, give or take.” 

“Long year, especially with your quick trip to tell.” 

“We’re not here to talk about that.” I snapped. “You’re gonna give it back.” 

“Sweetie. No I'm not.”

“It’s cursed, Bela. Lose it and you could die.” 

“You'd be surprised what some people would pay for something like that.” 

“Really?” Dean scoffed. 

“There's a lucrative market out there. A lot of money to be made.” Bela laughed. “You hunters with all those amulets and talismans you use to stop those big bad monsters. Any one of them could put your children's children through college.” 

“So you know the truth, about what's really going on out there, and this is what you decide to do with it? You become a thief?” 

“I procure valuable items for a select clientele.” 

“Yeah. A thief.” 

“No.” She smirked. “A great thief.”

”Bela, Dean’s brother touched the foot.” I reasoned. “And you know how it works.” 

“Take it, then.” Wait for it. “For 1.5 million.” 

“Sure, let me just call my banker.” I scoffed, then held up the rabbit’s foot in a gloved hand. “Or this. You know about my sticky fingers, Bela, you’re used to this by now.” Then I took the gun out of her hand, emptying the clip before running out, Dean following and taking the rabbit’s foot from me. I glared at him, sighing. “You do know that you have to keep that on you at all times, right?” 

“Yep.” He nodded, storing it in his jacket pocket and zipping it up. “I’m aware.” 

“If you lose it, I’m booking, it cause I don’t wanna deal with this.” I gestured to all of him, and he bristled. 

“You just gestured to all of me.” 

“That’s what I mean.” We got in the car, and he started it, driving back to the motel. 

“Where’d the tattoos come from?” 

“One I got seemingly in hell, the other I got about a month ago at a tattoo parlour.” The second was just above my waistband. It looked like this: 

𝖛𝖎𝖙𝖆 / 𝖒𝖔𝖗𝖘

“That’s life or death in Latin, right?” 

“You bet.” We stayed in silence for a while, until he spoke up again. 

“Good work with Bela back there.” 

“Thanks.” I found the courage to look at him, and smiled a bit. “You too.” Then I got a call, so I picked it up. “Talk to me.” 

‘Give it back.’ Bela demanded from the other end. 

“Sure, just hand over 1.5 million and we’ll call it quits.” 

‘I hate you.’ 

“Same here.” I grinned. “C’mon, you knew that the Winchesters had me in their arsenal. Why mess with them when you knew I was coming in?” 

‘I wasn’t expecting them to call you of all people.’ 

“Then you didn’t think outside the box. Sorry, Bela, but you know the rules. Finders, keepers, snoozers, losers.” I cut the call, then Dean spotted another tattoo. On my neck. It was the date I went to hell in Roman numerals, but it was mostly hidden by my hair.

“You have a hell of a lot of tattoos.” 

“Yeah? Well, hell does that to you. You’ll see what I mean when you get there.” 

“Don’t be like that.” 

“You know what? I will.” 

We reached the motel, but saw two hunters in there who had tied up Sam. I took my gun back out, and we went up to the door, hearing the last words of the guy. 

“That guy’s named Kubrick. Certified psycho.” I whispered, and Dean took out his gun too.

“It's God, Creedy.” Kubrick smirked, pointing a gun at Sam. “He led us here for one reason. To do His work. This... is destiny.” 

“Nope.” Dean shrugged, both of us entering and cocking our guns. “No destiny. Just a rabbit’s foot.” 

“Put the gun down, you two, or you're gonna be scraping brain off the wall.” 

“Oh, this thing?” Dean smirked. 

“Yeah, that thing.” 

Dean started to put his gun down and so did I, hoping that he had a good plan. “Okay. But you see, there's something about me that you don't know.” He picked up the pen next to his gun. 

“What’s that?” 

“It’s my lucky day.” He threw the pen, and it lodged perfectly into the barrel. The heck?! He laughed loudly, turning to me. “Oh my God, did you see that shot?!” 

“Yeah, I did!” I snapped back, my eyes glowing blue as I swept my hands to the side, taking the gun out of Kubrick’s hands. Creedy launched a punch at Dean, but he sidestepped and Creedy stumbled straight into me, and I took his head, slamming it straight into the wall, knocking him out. Dean picked up the remote, throwing it towards Kubrick and hitting him right in the gap between his eyes, knocking him out immediately. He turned to Sam with a childish grin, amazed by himself. 

“I’m Batman.” He chuckled. 

“Yeah. You're Batman.” Sam grimaced. I took out my knife, cutting him loose and checking him for serious injuries. 

“Ok, Batman,” I sighed, “we need to burn this rabbit’s foot.” 

“All right. Bone ash, cayenne pepper, that should do it.” I thought aloud, then held my hand out for the rabbit’s foot. 

“Hold on a sec.” Dean bit his lip, scratching some lottery tickets as fast as he could. 

Sam groaned. “Dean, you-“ 

“Hey, back off, Jinx. I'm bringing home the bacon.” He then stored the tickets in his jacket, and took out the rabbit’s foot. “All right, say goodbye, ‘wascawy wabbit’.” 

Then a gun cocked. 

“You have to be kidding me.” I sighed, looking up to see Bela holding a gun. 

“I think you'll find that belongs to me. Or, you know, whatever.” She smirked. “Put the foot down, honey.” 

“No. You're not going to shoot anybody.” Dean chuckled. “See, I happen to be able to read people. OK, you're a thief, fine, but you're not—“ Bela shot Sam’s shoulder, and he went down. “Son of a-“ 

“Yeah, you can read people.” I hissed, secretly taking the foot from Dean. 

“Back off, tiger. Back off. You make one more move and I'll pull the trigger.” She pointed it at Sam. “You’ve got the luck, Dean. You, I can’t hit. Him? I can’t miss.” 

“What the hell is wrong with you?!” Dean gasped. “You don't just go around shooting people like that!” 

“Relax. It's a shoulder hit, I can aim. Besides, who here hasn't shot a few people? Put the rabbit's foot on the ground now.” 

“Hey, Bela?” I called out with a grin. 

“What?” 

“Think fast.” I threw the foot at her, and she caught it, the luck transferring to her. Her eyes widened as she turned her gaze on me, and I winked. 

“Damn.” She cursed, and I laughed. 

“So, whaddya say we burn this thing and make sure that all three of you live, hm?” She reluctantly dropped the foot in the fire, rolling her eyes. 

“Thanks very much. I'm out one and a half million, and on the bad side of a very powerful, fairly psychotic buyer.” 

“Wow, I actually don’t feel bad about that. Sam?” Dean smirked. 

“Nope. Not even a little.” Sam agreed. 

“Maybe next time I'll hang you out to dry.” She hummed, leaning on the gravestone next to Dean. 

“Oh, don’t go away angry.” Dean pouted, then straightened his face. “Just go away.” 

“See you another time.” She smirked, then walked off. 

“You guys good?” I asked, checking the foot was ashes before extinguishing the fire. 

“We’ll live.” Sam smiled. “Thanks, Ivy.” 

“Yeah, we owe you one.” Dean nodded. 

“Don’t mention it.” I grinned. 

“I guess we're back to normal now, huh? No good luck, no bad luck. Oh! I forgot we're up $46000. I almost forgot about the... scratch tickets.” Dean checked his jacket, which had no scratch tickets. 

“Bela did a number.” I laughed. “Anyway, I have to get going. Tyler the Englishman awaits.” 

“Or… you could stay.” Sam suggested, stepping forward. “C’mon, we’d be toast without you. Charred bread. The hot date can wait.” 

“Sam-“ 

“Please?” He flashed his puppy eyes, making me frown and close my eyes, pinching the bridge of my nose. 

“Ok, fine.”

[yuebings]

fic writer meme

thank u @fruitdaze @uhuraisgay @cairoscene @englishsub for tagging me!

How many works do you have on Ao3?

44 currently! double 4s? during MY lunar new year? i gotta change that up quick

2. What's your total Ao3 word count?

315,042 words

3. What fandoms do you write for?

my most written-for fandom is mdzs, but i don't really write for it anymore...if you look at my ao3 profile u can kinda tell i'm a sporadic one-and-done type when it comes to fic hehe no one can predict where i'll go next. my latest fandom is jujutsu kaisen!

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

so you've been robbed by a musuem

the stone-filled sea

the family-dodging bathroom-dwellers association

and his wanting grows teeth

diving blind

it's like a wangxian sweep except for the last sambucky lol

5. Do you respond to comments?

i am trying to get better at that! sometimes i don't have the energy to go through and respond to every single one but trust me when i say that seeing the wonderful comments people leave truly makes my day

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

tbh i don't think i've ever written straight-up angsty endings (or at least the way i see straight up angst). every 'bad' ending has a ray of hope in it, or at least an acceptance that like...yes, this is the way it was meant to be, and to reject the outcome would be to reject everything that came before it. sometimes things were meant to go to shit. there was no other way to go. we were doomed but at least we loved each other. i will suffer but at least i can remember you. so on so forth.

with all that said, it's a toss up between the longest journey (di feijing & lei chun), or all things in pain (wen ning character study). 'angsty' endings, if only in the way i described above

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

a lot of my happy endings aren't super-sweet happy endings per se, but rather a promise or hope that things will get better. idk what that says about me lol like maybe i have more interest in the "how to become happy" part than the actual happiness itself...? but ANYWAY i'd say the sappiest ending is i have is uhhhh feel like a brand new person (msr take edibles together) because 1) their mutual attraction is finally acknowledged 2) they're making out 3) they're high as balls. what's better than this

8. Do you get hate on fics?

not any time recently! i've rarely had negative comments before and all of them have been of such a ridiculous nature that my only response was like "lmfao ok"

9. Do you write smut?

nope! not yet, at least. maybe some time in the future i'll feel like it

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you have written?

haven't written any, don't really read them either! i keep my blorbos locked up in their separate cages. siloed.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

yes! kind of. if this counts, a couple years ago someone on wattpad stole over 100 wangxian fics (including mine) from ao3 and reposted them onto their own account without credit. we got their account taken down tho so all is well...but this is why i say in my ao3 profile that i do not allow reposts. please tell me if u ever see my work reposted anywhere........

i've also come across a fic in a diff fandom that was VERY clearly "inspired" by one of mine (lifting certain scenes and lines beat for beat) and gave no credit. so there's that as well.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

yes! it's always an honor when someone wants to translate my work :)

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

nope! my creative process is so erratic that i feel like i'd be a nightmare to co-write with, so this is probably for the better

14. What's your all time favorite ship?

this is a hard question to answer. i don't have an ultimate favorite that always stays at the top of the pile, cuz my interests change all the time! right now i'm really enjoying platonic yuuji & megumi & nobara & gojo. in terms of what i go to most often when i want a comfort re-read...finnpoe.

15. What is a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

omg. you want a DEEP CUT? i have a wip for a rarepair in an already sparse fandom...yeongshin/seobi from kingdom on netflix (the historical korean zombie drama). i LOOOOVE that show i comfort re-watch it all the time. i love their bonded-thru-trauma-frenemies healer/warrior dynamic and i have this wip going for yeongshin getting bitten and seobi developing a zombification-reversal cure through sheer willpower and spite alone........there's maybe 2k written and i was relying on a season renewal announcement to motivate me enough to get the rest of it out but uh. fellow kingdom warriors if you're out there. i think we may be losing this battle............kingdom season 3 announcement save me..............

16. What are your writing strengths?

as a haver-of-siblings, i think i do general family dynamics pretty well! someone has told me in the past that i am good at packing meaning into very few words. i also think i'm good at angsty emotional beats (i sure like writing them, at least)

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

bro if there is any action scene in my work, writing it is like pulling teeth. what do you mean he's getting hit. what do you mean i have to think of an interesting way to describe punch #1 and punch #2 and punch #3. STOPPPPPPPP I CANT DO THIS.

in terms of technique i used to struggle with this thing where i NEED to perfect the writing i'm working on before i can move on. like i'd waste huge amounts of time rewriting a three sentence paragraph over and over and over again until it was perfect before i could move onto the next scene. i'm getting a lot better with that tho!

18. Thoughts of writing dialogue in another language in fics?

i've never done it myself, like, full on written-in-a-diff-lang dialogue, but i think it's cool as long as context clues/some form of translation is provided. and if proper research is done if the writer isn't a native speaker

19. First fandom you wrote for?

the man from uncle (2015). lol. napollya could have won in an alternate universe where armie h@mmer wasn't a piece of shit

20. Favorite fic you have written?

HOO. i gotta say it's my sambucky ghost fic the boy who cried ghost. it's by far my longest fic (even tho it isn't actually very long compared to others ive seen LOLLLL) and it took me AGES to write and ended up being quite personal!! part of the reason it took me so long to finish was bc i couldn't bear to write about sam struggling with grief/guilt when i was also going through something similar, so when i finally got around to writing the moment of catharsis i kinda felt like i was helping myself, too! which was a very interesting experience, and definitely served to lodge this fic in my heart forever and ever. it's not exactly popular but i'm proud of it :)

tagging @tantai-jin @bluecrystalrainingdaggers @vinelark and anyone else who wants to participate!

[z3llous]

The Enemy of My Enemy is My Lover 2

Part 1 / Part 2 (here) / Part 3

“You are aware Cassian is a mer, correct?” Azul asked as Jade poured a cup of tea for _.

“Thank you. Yes, I know.” _ said accepting the freshly brewed tea.

The Mostro Lounge had closed for the evening, all four of them gathered in the VIP room two days later, thirty minutes after closing, just as they had agreed upon. Well everyone except Floyd was on time, he had decide to skip the last two hours of work to go roller skating and returned ten minutes late for the meeting.

The twins were an interesting pair to them. Floyd’s “unpredictability” and Jade’s mysterious yet mischievous aura killed any potential boredom. They couldn’t wait to learn more about them.

The manager himself, Azul, somehow kept himself from being outshined by the twins which was an impressive feat in itself. He gave off a spoiled, yet had something to prove kind of energy. They had no idea what exactly he felt the need to prove, but they didn’t feel it their place to know.

“What kind of fishy is he?” Floyd asked playing with the wheels of his skates that he refused to take off, no matter how much Azul demanded.

“A greater weever.” Azul frowned adjusting his glasses.

“Oh dear, he’s got quite the venomous sting then.” Jade said amusedly as he poured himself a cup of tea.

“Yes, he sure does.” _ sighed before taking another sip of their tea.

“Physical confrontation is to be avoided at all costs. _ , do you have any idea as to why he stole your belongings and cat?” Azul said calmly looking to them as he crossed his legs and rested his head upon his intertwined hands.

“His first time on land was eight months ago, two weeks before we met. He found everything of mine to be fascinating, especially my cat, Sprinkles. I didn’t mind it all, but now I see he wanted my lifestyle more then he wanted me. I guess the wedding was the perfect opportunity to take what he wanted and make his escape.” _ said sadly placing the their cup down on the coffee table, staring deeply into the leaf water.

“That is unfortunately in character for him. Cassian stole almost everything for every achievement he ever ”earned“. Test answers, writing assignments, art projects, ideas, and just about anything you can imagine. Never an original thought in that head of his.” Azul said in a calm yet angry tone.

Even from his own partner, disgusting.

“You sure seem to know all about that weever’s wrongs, Azul. How’s that?” Floyd sat up from his previously lax position on the floor.

“I must admit I’m curious as well.” Jade stated with a smile.

“He liked to steal and copy my work the most.” Azul sighed bitterly glancing downward to the floor.

“Well, does anyone know where the bastard might have gone? It seems his karma is well overdue.” _  said, their melancholic tone turning to rage.

“Most likely, Riptide Coast south from here. That’s where most mer on land live in this area. The items and cat aren’t water friendly, so I highly doubt he went home and left everything up here. We’ll begin the search on our next meeting. How does Tuesday evening sound?” Azul said, his smile returning as straightened his posture.

“Perfect.” _ said as the two exchanged a look of mutual malicious glee.

“Can’t wait for some action! Right Jade?” Floyd laughed.

“I couldn’t agree more, Floyd.” Jade smiled.

tag: @azulashengrottospiano

Just in case it wasn't clear: Azul asking if they knew why Cassian stole from them, while knowing Cassian is a thief is intentional. He's searching for a motive for Cassian to steal from what was his partner at the time.

[brenninthetaylorverse]

brenn's not so holiday event

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hello! seeing all my moots doing some kind of holiday event so i want to do one too! but i'm calling this my not so holiday event since the holidays will be over soon so i'm guessing this event will run until the middle of jan, around the 15th or 16th. also I stole this from @someones-name-inserted-here so thanks lou!

: ̗̀➛my regular intro post

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send these in asks! moots and followers only please and you can request more than one.

✧☾punisher☽✧ - i'll make a moodboard of your blog based off of your vibes!

･ﾟ:* midnights*:･ﾟ- i'll give you a song that reminds me of you

🗯 hope ur okay 🗯 - i give you a pep talk!

୨୧・my love mine all mine・୨୧ - i'll give you a movie rec/book rec/show rec

💧you're losing me 💧- ask me what you want to know about me (within reason, not anything crazy)

***the record*** - tell me a secret or something you've never told anybody else before (can be anon)

｡･ﾟﾟ･people watching･ﾟﾟ･｡ - I'll listen to your favorite song and tell you what i think of it!

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some of the ones like listening to your favorite song or moodboards might take a while but i'll get to it eventually!

mutuals who might want to participate!:

@urfav-mirrorball @astraeasparrow @dandelions-fly-in-summer-skies @atwtmvftvtvsgavralpsss @loving-the-marauders @isitoversnowtvs @evermore-4-life @trying-to-be-cool-abt-it @skeelly @holdmyteaplease @svnflowermoon @tisthedamnseason-writethisdown @jewelledmoths @swiftieannah! let me know if you want to be added to this list!

[your-gay-emo-cousin]

{intro post here} Lyla Rose's café

{FULL DISCLOSURE I STOLE THIS IDEA FROM @margaret-the-duck PLZ PLZ PLZZZ GO CHECK HER OUT}

Hi there! Welcome to my cafe! Have a seat anywhere :)

Can I get you started with a drink?

✮ Milk Tea / Boba (FREE FOR MOOTS) 2$ - I'll tell you what I like about u ✮ coffee 2$ - I'll draw you a quick little drawing of whatever you want (full disclaimer it might not be good)

✮ tea 2$ - I'll make a moodboard for you

✮ hot chocolate 2$ - I'll look up your blog and spam your notifs

✮ ice tea 3$ - You can rant in my dms and I'll give whatever advice I can come up with (once again tho it may not be good)

✮ latte macchiato 5$ - I'll make a picrew of your oc

✮ chai latte 7$ - I'll draw your oc (again might suck but I'll try)

✮ iced coffee 7$ - I'll draw a little doodle of your favorite character (IT MIGHT NOT BE GOOD PLEASE HAVE MERCY)

what would you like to eat?

✮ cookie 3$ - I'll give you music recs

✮ muffin 3$ - I'll give you book recs

✮ croissant 5$ - I'll follow your Pinterest

✮ scones 5$ - I'll make a group of picrews of characters from your favorite fandom

✮ a piece of cake 5$ - You can spam my ask box for a day and I'll have to answer

✮ brownie 7$ - You can talk to me about whatever you want in my dms and I'll listen

✮ pie 8$ - you can talk to me about your current obsession or hyperfixations and I'll tell you abt mine (if u want)

✮ cheese plate 10$ - I'll make a shout out post abt you

✮ café gourmand 10$ - I'll try to roast you (it'll be completely satire but sometimes I can be a little out of pocket so if you don't want that please don't get this item)

✮ sandwich 14$ - i do my best to watch a movie or read a book you like and talk with you about it (the range of movies and books I can watch/read is sadly limited so this won't always work) (this might take longer when I have to buy the book first)

rules

for followers:

✮ everybody gets 15$

✮ it may take some time to get your order ready

✮ it'll be easier for me if you don't order too personal things because I may not know you very well :)

for mutuals:

✮ everybody gets 25$

✮ one thing at the time please :) I will do my best to get your order done the fastest I can though <3

Thank you for your visit <33

Psst

Hey

You

Yeah you

If you like this post please go check out the similar ones by @margaret-the-duck and @im-a-skeleton-in-your-closet

Theirs are much better and neater so please check them out :)

Alright that's it

BYEEEEEE

[alexislifesblog]

Will you be my muse? Nanami x Y/n

Part one 630 words

Author note : Hey guys :), its my first time posting any sort of writing so bear with me . I wanted this to be a slow burn so buckle up !! Let me know if you want other people from any fandom bc i watch everything like obx and regular shows . DONT COPY !!!!! ‘’Can you be my muse? ‘’ His POV  She is like a star, in many ways. She lights up the room with only her voice. Her harmonic voice slid off her tongue with ease. Her voice always came off matter-factly, making everyone quiet down and listen. It was like she spoke a different language from the rest of the world. One derived by kings and queens. Her effortless fashion made her stand out. Her curly hair was always in a formation that made it seem like she woke up. And the worst part of it all was that I did not even know her name. My heart yearned for her. My head tense up at just a mere look at her. She was tantalizing but also a stranger. I know we have mutual friends but still. I look at her from a distance, admiring her from afar. Wondering what we could be if I had come up to her. I snap out of my trance as I realize she is coming my way  Her POV  Study Study Study. That has been on my mind all week due to finals for all my upcoming classes. I walk into the lecture hall. The sound of my heels clicking on the ground draws everyone to look at me. I spot the face of a new student. My friends told me that his name is Kento Nanami, the name has been rushing in and out of my head all week long when I should be focusing on school... You know, the stuff that matters. As I walk down the aisle my eyes continue to zero in on him. His perfect hazel eyes and neat sleek hair with a bang are getting in the way of his vision. Cute… Why not just come up and sit next to him? What's the worst that could happen?  ‘’ Hey, may I sit here? Some guys stole my seat “‘ I say while pouting my glossy bottom lip. My gel nails tapping at the seat right next to him. ‘’ Yea sure ‘’ His voice had a husky timbre. One reminiscent of waves crashing into rocks.  ‘’ So…. What's your name? ‘’ I ask a question that I already know the answer to.  ‘’ My name is Kento Nanami . What's your name ?‘’ He says with a kind smile that instantly makes my heart warm. The sun from the window pours into his eyes. His hints of green and orange remind me of a woodsy forest. I fall into them and it seems like I have known him for an eternity… ‘’My name is Y/N. Nice to meet you Kento! ‘’ I beamed while reaching out my hand. As we shake hands I feel his callus ones rub mine. The electricity from our palms teased my brain. My heart beckons to know more about this mysterious man. I need to know him. I cannot go on with my life until we become more. I walk around the desk to sit. Putting everything on my desk. Camera, Notebook, Air pods, Lipgloss. I aggressively dump my whole bag onto my desk. I forgot one of the most important items. I forgot my pencil case. ‘’ Im a dumbass ‘’ I say under my breath.  I hear someone snicker on teh right side of me. I see the boy smirking at me trying to hold in a laugh.  ‘’I'm sorry is this funny to you .?!’’  “‘ Kinda..Why don’t you just have one of mine  “‘  ‘’ OMG! Thanks, you are  a lifesaver ‘’  He hands me one of his perfectly sharpened pencils. ‘’Any time, you can keep it ‘’  I quickly grab the pencil and sit down in my seat as I realize my photography professor has walked into the classroom.  RING RING RING  Class has started

STAY TUNED FOR NEXT ONEE

[messenger-of-stupidity]

DUN DUN!

You have been bitten by the mutual virus. To cure yourself, you must provide one reason why you follow each of your mutuals before sending this to others (whether mutuals or not) while in anon.

Good luck!

Oh my god. UHM OKAY. I'm just gonna go through my mutuals from order I followed them. (I'm not good at tttthhhhiiiisssss)

@artbykays - I'm not sure if they realize that we're mutuals or not. Which is fine, it doesn't really matter. But their art is chef kiss amazing. Like seriously, its thanks to them my simping increases.

@darlin-collins - They're funny, have you not seen the stuff they put out into the internet?

@dani-ya-dig - They're just very cool and funny. i tend to follow blogs that I find funny since laughter is the best medicine. They certainly have that.

@romeo-the-homeo - I like lurking through their content because it's very silly of them. (I almost threw my phone when I saw that they followed me back.)

@annahhopee - HER FICS DUDE! I don't know much more to say than that.

@clover-46 - David Shaw. (Real talk, I became moots with Mrs Shaw because we both wanted Redacted Mutuals to talk to. Also their art is scrumptious. I want more of it. I will lurk in her walls until she posts more of it. I will live like Bruno there, building my own civilization of rats while she believes that she is safe from me. She isn't. Not from me, and not from my husband. David Shaw isn't safe either. Vega and I are coming for you and David, Clover.) Can you tell she's one of my mutuals I'm closer to because I'm more comfortable being unhinged?

@frenchiefitzhere - I actually threw my phone when I saw she followed me. I follow her for the memes, the music, the fics. All of it. Also she said that she was sure that Cam would like my IKEA octopus that I named after him and I almost cried.

@/hufflepufff171 - Tumblr Live friendo :)

@itsyourstarboy - Another person that I had a mini freakout when I saw he followed me back. But he's funny as fuck. Also a fellow Guy enthusiast, which I'm happy about. Sometimes I throw anon asks at him and wonder if he knows. He probably does now, but he won't know who is an anon and who is me. MWAHAHAHAHAHA (also he said he liked my fics and I almost cried.)

@epsi-l0n - He's intimidating. I'm going to preface it by saying that. But he's also very funny and isn't afraid to say something that might get people riled up. Actually I'm 90% sure he thrives on chaos and can't live without it. Also he keeps people in the basement and I've been avoiding detection so I don't accidentally wind up in there.

@soup-scope - Their art is very eatable. My favorite breakfast. Nom nom. Whether it's "serious" art or memeable art. Favorite snack. Also they reblog really good stuff that I'm afraid I'd somehow miss otherwise. So they're going my dash a service. (I also stole their shoelaces when they weren't looking but don't tell them. >:D)

@itsrubesshawty - 1. Their blog aesthetic? I love it. I'm a sucker for the darker aesthetics (ironic since I decides to go with bright colors for mine, but I'm trying to make people's eyes bleed so they accidentally click the follow button because they can't see. Which I'm pretty sure is what happened to Rubes.) Also their headcanons are hilarious. I got hooked because of the phone one they graciously tagged me in.

@genderfluid-bastard - He finds reblog gold. LIke seriously, some real gold here. Not fools gold. Real gold.

I love my mutuals, even if I don't talk to them all the time because I'm scared of bothering them. :)

[blossombriefs]

Legendary | Chapter Six

As the ship sliced through the endless expanse of space, an awkward silence enveloped the cabin, broken only by the gentle hum of the engines underneath. I stole a glance at Broly, his gaze was fixated on the stars as they raced by the viewport while we continued our journey. His fluffy hair hung over his face as I could see him trying to take in what he could see. I sighed heavily, knowing his silence could be attributed to Frieza revealing my mission to him. I wasn't sure. In a rather newly learned display of empathy, I reached out a hand to him and rested it on his large shoulder, asking him softly, "Broly? Are you okay?"

Broly turned, his gaze meeting mine as his expression stayed unreadable. His reply had a slight warmth to it, "I'm here. Aren't I?"

I nodded. I was thankful he had followed me onto the ship. If it wasn't for him and his steady reassurance he offered in the face of unknown danger, I probably either would've followed Frieza back onto the ship or I could've even been killed. "Thank you Broly, for everything. I'm sorry that-"

"If you're going to apologise for Frieza revealing that your mission on Vampa was to kill me then hold your breath, I don't need to hear it." As he interrupted me, he shuffled back in his chair, resting his hands behind his head as he tiredly closed his eyes over.

"No Broly I-"

"You called me simple back on Vampa." He started, "I don't have the intelligence that you do Flora, I know that, but I'm not stupid."

I listened on as I turned in my chair so I faced him fully, giving him my undivided attention as I crossed my legs. He sighed, opening his eyes after a brief moment to look up at the ceiling. "You wouldn't have had it in you to kill me."

I paused to contemplate his words. Broly's insight struck me off guard, however, it was clear I was underestimating him. I politely disagreed, not letting it damage my pride or knock my abilities, "No I definitely could've done it."

"You couldn't have Flora. I could sense that you didn't have it in you. When I get angry I get in that rage and I just wipe out everything. I don't ever remember it when I get out of it. I would've hurt you if you tried but you seemed scared. You wouldn't have hurt me. If you wanted to, you would've killed me after I saved your life."

I sighed, "Maybe you're right Broly. Maybe I have lost my sparkle."

"Or maybe you've gained something much better, you're becoming more of a person and not a machine." His expression turned into a reassuring smile, "Captain Four Alpha One's mission was to kill me, not Flora's."

"Thank you, Broly," my smile unapologetically matched his. I nodded as I sighed happily, it felt like the right time to confess, "It's nice not to feel alone anymore."

Broly shared the same feelings as me in a mutual agreement, he too was isolated but he was cast off to a faraway land away from his home planet. I had so many questions I wanted to ask him but I knew it would be rude to pry. We had spent several hours cooped up on the ship together trying to figure out a game plan on where to go next. When the plans weren't really going anywhere on either of our parts - mostly due to a lack of knowledge on where to go - I decided that it was time to change into some more comfortable clothes as my current outfit had seen better days. Once I was on my feet I headed to one of the lockers we had near the cockpit, pulling out some black sweatpants and a baggy black shirt to match. We usually had these on hand for training. It was lucky that we carried extra sizes for the crew, it meant I had some that I could give to Broly. 

"C'mon," I stated, tossing the clothes to him. "I'll do some laundry while we figure out where the hell we're going."

Slowly, I gripped the bottom of my shirt and pulled it over my head. I stood looking at myself in the mirror, my chest covered by a black bra. My eyes slipped down to my taped ribs as I undid the bandages. The bruises had healed pretty well, only a few spots of yellow and purple remained. I ran my fingers over them, they weren't sore to the touch anymore. Glancing back in the mirror, I saw Broly looking in my direction with widened eyes. As my eyes met him in the reflection, he started to look around frantically. His cheeks were pink with a blush. I rolled my eyes and let out a playful laugh, covering up my upper body with the fresh shirt. "Is everything okay?"

"I-I don't know," Broly stuttered nervously in response.

"Not used to seeing a girl get changed are you, big boy?" I jested. I turned with my back to him again, preparing the load the machine with some of the clothes. The way Broly got flustered was comical to me, almost kinda cute. "I'm used to getting changed in front of my crewmates."

"Wait... what is that?" Broly suddenly questioned as I could see him point towards my lower back. I twisted my body around to look at my lower back, accented with the large brown mark that Broly had questioned.

"Oh, the mark?" I asked, "It's just a birthmark. It's always been there."

Broly stood up, his shirt forced over his head to reveal his muscular physique. I noticed his body was covered in scars, similar to the ones that decorated his soft face. I caught myself drawn to him for a moment, feeling lost in thought as I gazed at every dip and curve in his muscles. He then slowly turned around his body, his back in clear view. I gasped, catching sight of an identical mark in the same place on his back. I dropped the basket, rushing over to crouch at his side. I ran my fingers over his back gently, and hearing him wince as I touched the tender patch made me pull back. "Careful Flora."

"That mark... that's..."

"I don't know," Broly responded. "It's been on my body for as long as I can remember too."

I sat in awe, allowing my hand to trace the contours of his back where the mark was again, just a little bit more gently than I did before. I felt a rush of confusion and wonder. The similarities of the marks - the size, the colour and the shape - felt like they couldn't just be a simple coincidence, could it? Broly turned to face me, our eyes matching with the same look as astonishment. "What does this mean?"

"I don't know," I responded, shaking my head as I wasn't able to give a definitive answer. "Perhaps it signifies something, I just don't know what. That or it's a pretty creepy coincidence."

The silence settled between us both, accompanied by the solo sound of the engine's lulling buzz. It felt like this was something else drawing us together in a moment of profound connection. I kept my gaze on his eyes, feeling a sense of undeniable kinship. Whatever lay ahead on my journey, I knew now I wouldn't be alone in it. We got changed, I did the laundry with Broly and showed him how to work the technology on board. He marvelled at how foreign these concepts all were to him. As we laughed over a quick meal, my instincts snapped into gear as the loud screech of an alarm broke up the moment. I rushed to the control panel, tapping the screen to see our ship had been sent an urgent distress signal.

"To the Captain of this ship and the Saiyan on board, we need you. Please come to our coordinates..."

"Buckle up!" I smiled to Broly as I strapped myself into the captain's chair, switching off the autopilot as I pinched in the coordinates. Again, this was a planet I had never explored. 

"Planet... Namek?!"

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