#[ OK WOW YEAH THIS TOOK AN ETERNITY. ]

[weenwrites]

Happy Autumn Ween!! 🧡^_^

May I request a scenario where the human reader tells Bumblebee about how they love fall and they make a leaf pile together and it’s super fluffy? Thx 🙏

Autumn

Summary - Who knew a giant robot would like autumn so much? Characters - Bumblebee Content - Gen Category - Scenarios Trigger Warnings - None

✎ A/N: Sorry it took me an eternity to write, but I hope you enjoy it if you're still sticking around!

[ Please do not repost, plagiarize, or use my writing for AI! Translating my work with proper credit is acceptable, but please ask first! ]

"Yeah, it's pretty, isn't it Bee?" Y/N grinned.

They cradled the yellowing leaf between their fingers for the bot to observe. Bumblebee gave a couple beeps in agreement before looking down to the forest floor which was painted with leaves of differing hues. With one swift brush of his hand against the ground, he scooped up a handful of yellow, orange, red, and brown leaves, and held it out to them like a puppy proud of what he's found. He gave a couple thoughtful beeps as he sifted through the colored leaves before looking to them quizzically.

"Oh, uh, the amount of sunlight that a plant gets will change with the seasons. Y'know, days get longer in the spring and summer, days get shorter in the fall and winter." They explained, propping their arm up on a rake's handle as they spoke. "During the shorter days, trees technically begin to 'hibernate' in order to conserve energy and last through the winter, so that's why it changes colors. The chlorophyll in the leaves are broken down, and the plant doesn't bother to replace them as it falls into hibernation."

He buzzed in response and gently tossed the handful of leaves up into the air, watching them shower down onto his plating and over Y/N's head and shoulders.

"Ah man, wait really? Not once in all the time you've been here? Come on that can't be true."

He nodded, buzzing all the while he watched the leaves drift down.

"Hmph, well, I suppose I shouldn't underestimate how annoying the 'cons can be... But hey! Today's your chance to enjoy fall to the fullest! And if anyone tries to take that away, I'll punt them with pine cones!"

The two laughed, and Y/N reeled their arm back to take a faux-throwing stance. Yet in that moment something seemed to spark in their mind as their eyes shot a little wider.

"Wait, wait, wait, watch! This is my favorite thing to do in the fall." They drew the rake across the grass, bringing all the leaves into one pile on the ground. "Hey, could you help me out real quick? Just scrape up the leaves into a pile."

Although confused, Bee continued to follow their lead anyway and drew his hands across the lengths of the forest floor to help the growing pile of particolored leaves. It wasn't long till the grass was once again visible, and a rather decently sized leaf pile had was formed thanks to their joint effort.

Y/N motioned for him to step back a little ways just as they stepped further from the leaf pile themselves, and once he was a good ways away they held their hands still.

"Ok, ok! You're good right there!" They called to him, "I'm gonna show you why I love fall so much, are you ready?"

He responded with a few befuddled beeps, yet got no response as they simply clenched their fists and bolted into the pile, diving in head-first and disappearing amidst the leaves. Bumblebee beeped in surprise and leaned here and there to better observe as they waded around beneath the crinkling leaves up until they popped their head out of the pile laughing.

"Bee! Come on, help me make another pile," they called to him as they waded out from the leaves, "and then you can jump in next!"

Bumblebee narrowed his eyes, the bright blue rings spinning and dimming, as he buzzed hesitantly and patted the ground.

"Ok, fair point, but you don't necessarily have to jump in like I did. You could just sit and lay down in the pile." They suggested as they worked, "as long as you send leaves flying in the air then you've properly enjoyed a leaf pile in my books."

And the same as before, the leaf pile once returned, though now it was noticeably bigger, as Y/N insisted upon covering more ground to make a "proper pile for someone Bee's size".

They now stood with baited breath and a smile that went ear-to-ear—a few meters away, but still watching nonetheless—as Bumblebee leaned back into the leaf pile with an audible thump that sent small tremors through the ground. The leaves were sent swirling up in the air all around him in these vibrant red, orange, and yellow hues, before beginning to fall to the ground like pieces of confetti.

Bumblebee craned his head up a the sound of their laughter, only to be met with them running to him through the leaves that showered down.

"Bee! Bee that was awesome!" They beamed as they began to clamber up onto his chassis, to which he gently helped them up as he now sat upright. "Did you like it?"

He stared at them for a second, then all around at the twirling leaves around them, and back at them before he began to nod and buzz. His beeps began to grow more and more enthusiastic till he scooped up what leaves remained on the ground beside him and tossed them up in the air again.

"Yeah." Y/N smiled, gingerly cupping either side of his face, "it really is pretty."

[petew21-blog]

Best tutor ever

Jimmy, 23 y.o., law student

Jimmy struggled at university, because of his model side job. He really loved it, but he also wanted to be a great lawyer.

Eventually his parents found out. His father was furious and got one of the law professors Harrison to tutor Jimmy.

Although the professor didn't really like Jimmy, he helped him to get better. To improve. And eventually he found out that this young man, he assumed was just another jock, was a great young man.

They always went over the study materials and then had some bonding time talking about school, politics, their youth.

Jimmy eventually passed all exams needed. He went back to Mr. Harrison to thank him.

They went for a hug

Mr. Harrison:"Oh, Jimmy. I'm so happy. You're gonna be a great lawyer."

Jimmy:"Thank you, Mr. Harrison. You're the reason why I didn't fail. I would like to give you something. What would you like? A bottle of whiskey, vacation to Bahamas, new car? I think I owe you so much for helping me secure my future."

Mr. Harrison:"Slow down. You should only thank yourself. And do not give me anything. I'd desire to be young again as you to enjoy life, but that's not possible. So I'll at least enjoy helping young students like you to achieve their goals."

Jimmy smiled:"Ok, well I'll try to think of something"

Mr. Harrison couldn't sleep properly. It felt as if the night lasted an eternity.

He woke up the next morning. As he was used to, he would always rub his beard in the morning.

But while doing so, his fingers only traced a smooth face.

"What is this?"

His eyes opened. Something happened. He was still in his bed. But he felt different.

He looked at his arms. They were lighter, less hairy. But the skin looked tighter. He touched his left arm with his fingers and squeezed his stronger biceps.

Right at that moment, he noticed his fingers. They were longer, thinner. He knew his hands. He used them everyday at work, for everything. But these were not the hands he knew. They were younger. Different. There were no skin marks, the skin wasn't cracked. It looked young.

He looked down and noticed his lean chest. He used to be slim when he was young, but the stress from work made him gain weight and get that dad body. But this was a surprising change. His fingers traced his chest over the shirt.

Next was his belly. He was used to not be able to put some clothes over his belly. Not even being able to see his penis over it. But he even had ABS now!

He pushed away the covers. He uncovered his legs. He was so skinny now. The legs were longer than his. His legs were hairy

His knees didn't hurt. He was taken back by all of this happening.

He headed to the bathroom. He was surprised by a reflection of a young handsome man. He saw some resemblance with his younger self, but this body was different. He never had long hair.

He couldn't keep his new hands of his face, examining every part, every ridge of his face.

He still couldn't believe that this was happening. He was young again! His chin was so smooth! He was falling in love with his new appearenc.

He took of his shirt. His eyes fixated on his abs. On his nipples. His body had so many birthmarks.

He found his son's tighter shirt that would fit him better. Thanfully no one was home today. He would have a lot of trouble explaining how all ofnthi happened.

Even putting clothes on was a new surprisinf experience, it was so erotic for him to just brush over his body everytime he accidentally touched himself.

"I look amazing!" he said to his reflection

"Wow. This is my new voice. Hi, I'm Mr. Harrison. I'm young. I am young again!"

His phone vibrated. It was Jimmy.

Mr. Harrison:"Hello?"

Jimmy:"Hello there. How are you enjoying your new gift?"

Mr. Harrison:"Did you do this? How is this possible?"

Jimmy:"Don't worry about that. You wanna come celebrate with me? We could go to a beach to show of our bodies. You got long hair like me, don't you?"

Mr. Harrison:"Yeah. Well... ok. I think I'll go. But wait, Jimmy. What if I run into someone from my family?"

Jimmy:"Don't worry about it. I made sure that you'll get to enjoy everything. See you at the beach!"

Jimmy hanged up the phone. He went to his son's room and grabbed his swimshorts and a towel. He rushed down the stairs and took his son's shoes. He looked at himself in the mirror and smiled. He was ready to go, but someone spoke up behind him.

"Going somewhere?"

Mr. Harrison turned around to face an older man. He was wearing glasses, had a beard... fuck... he kind of looked like his old self. But not entirely. His eyes were different. His nose smaller. Almost as... Oh no.

Mr. Harrison:"Elijah?!"

Elijah:"Since when are you calling your father by his first name? You wanna tell me where you're headed?" He said as he sipped his morning coffee.

Mr. Harrison couldn't believe what he was seeing. His son was now old and he was young. "Beach... I'm heading to... the beach"

Elijah:"Are you ok, young man?"

Mr. Harrison:"Yeah, sorry. I... have to go... I'll be home soon. Bye."

Elijah sipped his coffee again and dialed a phone number.

"Hey. Haha. Yeah, we talked. He's confused. But don't tell him yet. Let him be confused for a while. He doesn't need to know we made a deal. He really deserves being young. Oh and try to get him to experiment. You know, he never got the chance to explore his sexuality when he was young. Ok, great. Have a great day, Jimmy."

Another anonymous story from Inbox 😊

What about a story were a really geeky teacher/professor ends up tutoring a kid and as a reward the teacher/professor is tranformed into a person the kids age.

Screenshots directly form the short f2m body swap movie on YouTube: Soliloquy of Morgan. Check it out :)

[fuckmeyer]

Jasper as a character is so interesting because he ends up a Confederate because he can't actually empathise with the slaves and because he simply accepts cruelty around him, and then when he becomes a vampire he literally can't ignore others suffering because it hurts him, but even decades after he becomes a Vegetarian he still can't get a hang of it partially because he still can't see humans as *people*. Idk there's smth to be said about him becoming a vampire because of his own cruelty and then being eternally in horrific pain because of said cruelty that fucks.

Jasper's whole life is a curse & i love to see it

here we have a Confederate supposedly so empathetic that he acquired a "gift"... yet not so empathetic as to recognize he was fighting for the enslavement of an entire race. despite seeing the consequences of slavery literally every day. now, the man who spent his last human days denying the humanity in others is forced to spend his immortal life being slapped in the face with their emotions. forever. hueeueueueu-

yeah, i would call that "gift" a curse, actually.

if Twilight weren't a horror story, we might see a discussion between Jasper/Bella about how immortality forces you to confront the darker side of your nature (e.g. "there will come a day when the societal beliefs imbued unto you leaves you standing on the wrong side of history"), & Jasper's journey with finding love & humanity. OR, y'know, he could've just had ONE (1) line where he says "yeah i'm not proud of my service." simply, if Twilight weren't a horror, Jasper could see the error of his ways & change for the better.

HOWEVER. Twilight vampires are "mentally frozen" when they turn, so Jasper is likely still a racist who does not regret his service. no matter how many times he is confronted with his cruelty, he won't change. meaning whatever life he chooses, his gift dooms him.

wow! eternal curse!

we see evidence of this frozen mental state in his decision to go vegetarian. he doesn't switch bc he feels bad about killing humans:

"I could feel everything my prey was feeling. And I lived their emotions as I killed them. [...] You've experienced the way I can manipulate the emotions around myself, Bella, but I wonder if you realize how the feelings in a room affect me." (Eclipse, Ch 13)

note the dehumanizing term "prey" & the focus on himself. he laments not that the human lives he's taking have value but that their dying moments harsh his vibe.

the irony! trapped as an empath while never possessing the ability to be an empath! CURSE CURSE C-

herein lies a bigger, juicier curse: Jasper is, himself, (hot take) enslaved in the sense that he will never know freedom, philosophically speaking, due to the choices he made in life. the series tries to paint him as a master tactician & competent leader; fanon often paints him as a free-thinking amoral black sheep. in reality, he simply obeys the commands of higher authorities & abides by their worldview regardless of how toxic it is to himself or others.

in the beginning, he had María.

he entered the Southern Vampire Wars not by his own volition but stayed because he was content not having a choice. however one feels about María, the fact of the matter is 1) as a newborn he was stronger, bigger, & faster than her & could have run away or overpowered her, 2) had the "gift" to identify emotions & could KNOW when/if she was malicious or manipulating him, & 3) could have escaped by influencing her emotions to make her disinterested in him. at any time in the 100 years they were together, he could have left. he talks about never knowing a life outside the war & discovering "options I'd never dreamed I had." ok???? run 100 miles in any direction & you would have seen a life outside of war. BOI-

instead, he took comfort in being submissive & adopting someone else's ideology. not only did it remind him of his past, but it meant he had no need to reflect on his actions or beliefs. he prefers others dictate his worldview & order him around even if it means being unhappy. he only left because he was going to be assassinated, & even then, it wasn't until someone else told him another life was possible that he "realized" another life was possible.

notably, the period where he's most free— living with Peter & Charlotte— is his rock-bottom where "the depression got worse." but, again, not because he realized the value of human life: "I was so wearied by killing [...] even mere humans."

then he meets Alice.

Alice, who has visions of being vegetarian & converts him so they can live with the Cullens. Alice, who dictates how her family should live their lives to the point where she manipulates them. Alice, who goes so far as to dress the Cullens, who orders Jasper to wait in the car while she & Bella go shopping, who Jasper refers to as "truly [...] one frightening little monster" because for all his experience she can still beat him in combat.

his eternal soulmate is authority.

despite being unhappy with his vegetarian life, as it makes him feel weak & coddled & a liability to everyone around him, he follows the lifestyle because Alice tells him to.

then there's the Volturi, another authoritative body. "We owe the Volturi for our present way of life," says acclaimed bootlicker Jasper Hale, who in the same moment shudders at the atrocities they committed, yet strangely sees no other way for a governing body to keep the peace... so... ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

but, since Carlisle outranks the Volturi as an authoritative figure in that he more closely aligns with Jasper's new worldview, Jasper sees no problem deposing the vampiric governing body if it means his sister-in-law of like 2 months can keep her demonic spawn. so i guess we don't really owe the Volturi that much

to his credit, we see glimmers of him questioning his leaders: 1) his decision to leave Maria, 2) his considering switching diets to defeat Victoria, & 3) going against the Volturi. but, again, these decisions are all just a result of his self-preservation & submitting to the higher authority du jour.

in the end, he has the perfect storm of conditions that would allow him to escape the prison he's created, to find freedom & to love humanity unconditionally... but he won't. Jasper's ultimate curse is that regardless of whether he realizes the enslavement of his own self, he will never leave his cage because it's cozy & easy & allows him to never think for himself.

AAAANYWAY Jasper's life sucks & he's trapped in an eternal prison of his own making. lol

[blueishspace]

Looped Sun 19

Loop #500

Tango: Oh, guessing we get a beach episode?

Grian: It is loop 500 now, I keep score.

Pearl: He does...for some reason. Why do you?

Grian: It just helps ok?

Scott: Pearl you can't just ask that.

Pearl: Oh I don't want to hear that from you mate.

Jimmy: Scott? Are you coming into the water?

Scott: Yeah! Putting on my sunscreen.

Jimmy: Oh...

Scott: Do you think I mantain my beauty without taking care of my skin?

Jimmy: You are always beautiful though.

Scott: I- uh ah? I mean, of course I am Jimmy.

Jimmy: ... Is Tango putting sunscreen on too?

Tango: I'm not coming.

Jimmy: What, why?

Tango: ... I need to take care of Anne. She can't swim.

Anne: ...

Scott: He's afraid of the ocean.

Tango: Am not!

Scott: Are too.

Anne: ... (he is)

Tango: I'm not scared! I just- water and fire don't mix, ok?

Scott: And I'm done, Jimmy?

Jimmy: Oh yeah... we'll see you guy later!

Pearl: You guys, I found a volley ball! Want to play some beach volley?

Mumbo: Uh... Sure.

Scar: I'm in!

Grian: I don't see why not.

Pearl: Great, Scar is with Mumbo and Grian is with me.

Scott: Oh this is much better.

Jimmy: Yeah. It's great!

Scott: We should probably see the others though.

Jimmy: Oh come on! A little bit longer! The water is so nice!

Scott: Eh. Sure, but we'll get to the others in a while.

Scott: Pearl, what's wrong.

Pearl: Grian is horrible at beach volley.

Scott: How? He's a literal god.

Pearl: Scar was shirtless. Apparently that's enough.

Scott: Oh, yeah, you should have expected that Pearl.

Pearl: I made an gigantic mistake.

Jimmy: Oh we should have a sand castle making competition!

Grian: Who would even be the judges?

Scott: I could.

Pearl: ... What, why?

Scott: I like judging people.

Pearl: Fair enough.

Mumbo: I could be a judge too?

Pearl: ... Alright.

Mumbo: Scar... Star Wars really?

Scar: How dare you!? The Millennium Sand-con is a masterpiece!

Scot: Huh uh. I give it a 8.

Mumbo: ... 9

Scar: I'll take it.

Scott: ... Tango, Jimmy?

Jimmy: I started making a sand castle but it fell apart!

Tango: So I told him to join up with me and Anne!

Jimmy: What do you think?

Scott: ... 9.

Mumbo: It looks good, I think It's a 7.

Mumbo: So, Pearl, how did you do this?

Pearl: I don't know what you mean?

Scott: This is... wow. Get it I guess.

Pearl: Oh thanks, mate.

Mumbo: But how???

Pearl: I don't know what to tell you, hard work.

Scott: You just contradicted-

Pearl: So, how much.

Scott: I'm going to say 9.

Mumbo: 10...definitely.

They ended up setting up a fireplace and roasting marshmallows on top as the sun set. All in all it was a pretty good loop.

Loop #508

Scar woke up... feeling really off. He couldn't understand why though, this looked like a pretty regular loop...maybe a bit basic but still pretty regular. He got up to get breakfast and the feeling refused to go. He tried watching tv but even then there was something...off.

Scar: Grian?

Grian: Scar, choose. Take the red pill or the blue pill.

Scar: Wait are we in the matrix!?!

Grian: It took you way too long to realize that.

Loop #511

Scott: A god loop? I guess that means all of us loopers are gods now. Well... Tango, you and Jimmy really. Didn't get Aeoulus again but getting to be Nyx is fun too.

Mumbo: I-it's weird... uh. I don't really know why I got Ares...?

Scott: You? Ares? That's hilarious- Wait... Grian!?

Grian: Hello...

Scott: Are you... the sky?

Grian: Looks like I got Uranus and Scar got Gaia.

Scar: Being a planet is fun! Did you know I can create mountains now?

Scott: ... That is overpowered.

Grian: You are night itself-

Scar: I made a continent with my face!

Scott: What did I just say?

Tango: Look people! I'm kidnapping the god of spring!

Jimmy: Oh nooo I'm being kidnapped! What will I do?

Tango: Nothing you are mine mow and will rulificate the dead together or something.

Jimmy: I'm so scared and or sad about this, I hope someone will tell Pearl!

Pearl: Nooo! Give me back my ...son I guess.

Tango: Nop.

Pearl: Fair enough mate, guess I got to bring eternal winter now.

Jimmy: I'm back but oh no! Tango made me eat pomegranate seeds. I'll have to switch between two places. Oh noooo.

Grian: Ok, what was that?

Scott: You didn't even try to look realistic.

Tango: Listen, I'm not an actor dude.

Pearl: And I don't really care about killing a lot of people with a famine.

Grian: ...

Scar: What was that about Jimmy eating Tango's seeds-

Scott: Don't phrase it that way.

Grian: SCAR NO!

Loop #514

Grian: Let's never talk of this loop again.

Scar: Please.

Scott: Agreed.

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[lbcreations-blog]

can you do headcanons for Emily from Hazbin Hotel dating God's daughter named Pandora who's a complete cinnamon roll and sweetheart?

READ FIRST: OK, I'm changing one thing from this request is the name, I want to keep it a reader type fanfic since I don't do ocs, but I will add a headcanon on the name. I also went off board and did an entire oneshot on how yall met with the headcanons for some fucking reason💀 I apologize for that.

NOT PROOF READ

Masterlist

Oh, so pure, you lovely daughter of God

You were the well-known daughter of God. People rarely saw you due to you always sleeping or working. You would have hanged around with at least the other powerful angels, but you had a lot of work ahead of you a lot of the time, which mainly consisted of working on galaxies that weren't connected to earth.

You would have helped the Elders with their passion project, so to speak, but your father ordered you to work on some random galaxies and then you could only "play" which was what he told you before going into an eternal sleep.

So now here you were 99% done with this galaxy your father told you to work on. You were so excited to finally hang out and meet the angels in heaven only once in a blue moon. Would you visit to say hi for like a day, then go back to working again.

On those days you would come say hi, you would mainly explore the home you missed so much. Now you could do more than that and actually have some good communication.

It took you a bit in this galaxy in your humongous form, being about 145'3 feet tall in your big form you were much much shorter then your father in your big form compared to his which was about 300 feet tall.

Now you were getting one more bit done, and done the galaxy was finally finished now to go home and rest.

You telaported in front of the gates, not wanting to give the residents of heaven a fright from your holy-niss sponding in so suddenly. (You ofcourse sponded in your smol form, which was 7'0 ft tall)

Once telaporting all of heavens elders felt your arrival. While you were just standing there staring at the sleeping st Peter at the podium.

You then telaported behind the man, thinking about having some fun. You put your face near his ear. You then whispered into his ear, "Wake up," St Peter then jolted awake. "W-wha- ah! r-reader, what are you doing here?" St Peter asked in a bit of a frenzy from the fright you gave him.

"Well, first off, say hi jeez, and second off, I'm done with my work, and third off, be happy I'm here. I have not seen you in what? A million years." You told the guy. "Right, sorry, my apologies ma'am you gave me a fright," St Peter replied.

You giggled. "You know I like to have at least a bit of fun, Peter. I get bored from all that work yk" you told the man. "Yeah, yeah, I get it," Peter told you.

"Hello, St. Peter, what seems to be the..." Sera said, flying down and trailing off mid sentence. "Uh! Miss Reader, why do you show us with your presence?" Sera asked, bowing down with a girl beside her doing the same thing.

"Well, I'm finally done with my work soooooooo I'm staying here from now on!" You told Sera. "Well, if you wish your holy-niss," Sera told you. Suddenly, the other girl spoke.

"Hiiii, I'm Emily, but you can call me Em Eme ly E, whatever! Nice to meet you! I'm a Seraphim, but I think you know that! I'm so happy to finally meet you! I've heard so many stories about you!" Emily told you this information happily.

"Well, it's nice to meet you too, Emily! You can just call me by my name reader, " you told her happily.

You and the seraphim walked into heaven and passed the gates. "Wow, this place is beautiful. You guys did well, " you said, looking around in awe. "Well, we like to keep it spick and span," Emily told you and looked at your side veiw.

While walking around with the girl, you held her hand, which made heat rush to Emily's cheeks oh so fast, and maybe a little bit rushed to yours as well.

Yea, I'm ending the oneshot there

Now to the headcanons ig

Headcanons

Emily loves your personality. You guys get along so well.

Due to your absence, Emily has to show you all the new things humans have made and such

You are oh so behind on tech, but you catch up quick

Emily loves to show you around it's so fun

She loves that you get excited at every little thing

She originally thought you would be super strict due to you being so high up so she was not expecting you to be so nice and bubbly

Once she sees your power, she straight up is like,'You have to be my girlfriend now'

She did ask you if you were aware of the exterminations you told her yes in a way because of your powers you could sense when a creation ceases to exist.

She did ask you to help stop it and work on charlies plan or do something, but all you told her is the fact is the earth, the humans, and all that shebang was the angels project, not yours, so no, you could not help. (It's a Canon event😔)

You would take Seras ruling away, but you knew that the angels were your fathers project, so you could not do mutch.

OK, ok, no more depression shit now your confession of love or whatever

She ended up confessing you would have confessed up that you were wating for her to be ready

Of course, when you said yes, she was jumping around really ecstatic about the news

You guys love each other to bits

OK, quick headcanon on the name is literally that she loves it yea that's it

OK yea I'm done

Taglist: @fatherlesschild2 @whitewingsh @iheartpieck @I-yuki

Taglist request section here

-L.B Creations

[syn4k]

this is ABSOLUTELY jordan with jerry.

(for those unaware: jerry is a baby slime that jordan captainsparklez found in one of his minecraft letsplays a LONG time ago. baby slimes in minecraft are less than a block tall, have half a heart of health, and are in fact so small that they can't even hurt the player by jumping up and squishing them like bigger slimes do, thus making them utterly and completely harmless. after jerry hopped in front of jordan and took an arrow for him, jordan decided to take him as soon as the sun rose. when he got back, jerry the slime was gone. every series jordan has made after that one has either featured a reincarnation of jerry or had some sort of homage to jerry in it. i think about this extremely frequently. wow that got long)

anyways, in every season of mianite jerry has been there at some point and he has always been some sort of gift (either from the wizards (s1) or the gods (s2)). i saw the tweet above and i went okay. Jerry could be a perfectly normal baby slime who nobody fucks with simply because Jordan will literally summon all the powers of Heaven and Hell for revenge if they ever touch his boy. that makes sense. but what if jerry was secretly super powerful and nobody knows because he's so unassuming, kind of like the immortal snail that instakills you if you touch it?

the scenario i'm imagining is this: someone breaks into jordan's house in the middle of the night to get cheese or something. probably tom. he's being super quiet and super sneaky. he has an invisibility potion on and everything. everything is going great until he turns to leave when Suddenly,

jordan, from somewhere out of sight: GET HIM, JERRY!

jerry the baby slime (small) (baby) (pretty damn harmless) drops in from the ceiling and starts hopping slowly but ominously towards tom.

now, you see, at this point tom is like "is he serious?" which is a great question to ask because he knows (or thinks he knows) that jerry cant do shit. he knows that this is definitely a distraction and that jordan is about to wreck his shit. however, he Also knows that if he does anything at all to jerry then jordan will have a great reason to have it out for him for the rest of eternity.

jerry is still approaching.

tom double checks all the exits just to make sure, walks forwards, gently nudges jerry aside with his foot so that he can get the fuck out of there, and Instantly Fucking Dies.

he did not account for the possibility that jerry is partially made up of a very strong, very fast acting poison that kills everyone upon contact (except jordan obviously), which makes sense because that's fucking wild and no sane person would consider that while raiding their friend's house for bread at 3am.

(also nobody except for jordan has ever touched jerry before so how would they know?)

the worst part is that this sounds exactly like the type of thing tom would make up to explain dying after breaking into jordan's house, so he can't even go to anyone to bitch about it. when questioned about the incident, jordan just gives whoever asked a Look that says "you actually believe that Jerry the baby goddamn Slime killed Tom?? Jerry, who couldn't hurt a baby chicken if he wanted to??? Fucking Jerry?????" and they go "yeah ok" and drop it.

thank you for coming to my ted talk. i might write a oneshot about this.

[lethby]

Bone-ded to meet ⍣ ೋ

Art by: poyan_08 on Twitter

Pairing: Kurona Ranze x reader

Summary: You meet a cute guy thanks to your crazy dog

You laughed as you catched sight of your dog wagging his tail frantically as he stared at you from the door eagerly. You think he finally noticed that you'd take him to the dog park every Friday.

"Wait a moment (d/n), I'm not ready yet."

He barked impatiently (or so you understood). You rolled your eyes playfully and put on your shoes, checking your outfit in the mirror and combing some stray hairs with your fingers.

"Not bad hot stuff." You said to yourself.

You sighed at your dog barked again and you grabbed his leash that was sitting nearby.

"Coming, Coming."

Much to your dismay, your excited dog wouldn't stay put for one second while you tried to clasp the leash's hook to his collar. His lack of cooperation was exhausting to you.

"Can't you sit still for the love of God?"

Your dog clearly found your attempts hilarious as he sprinted though the house, making you chase after him. After what felt like an eternity, you managed to put the leash on him and finally exited the house. A nice walk down the street, and the occasional trip thanks to (d/n) stepping in between your feet, ended at the dog park. (d/n) was sure to let you know by instantly going full speed towards the gate, dragging you behind. You somehow got a hold of him and barely managed to take the leash off before he disappeared from your sight to interact with the other dogs.

You whistled amusedly as (d/n) drops all his pent up energy on some poor dogs. Seeing as this was your chance, you approached a lone tree and leaned into it, appreciating the welcoming shade it provided. You pulled out your phone to entertain yourself, checking on (d/n) and snapping some photos of him from time to time.

However, you failed to notice the two beasts charging at you, suddenly being knocked down to the floor by your dog and his new friend, grass thankfully cushioning your fall. You fought for your life against the lick attack, but it was no use, paws pinning you down against the dirt.

When all hope was gone and you were about to surrender to your fate, the weight on top of your body was abruptly gone, followed by a soft masculine voice.

"Mata! Don't attack people."

You opened your (e/c) eyes and propped up with your elbows to see a boy around your age holding 'Mata' in place with his legs, holding his collar with one hand for more security.

"I'm sorry, are you ok?" He offered his free hand to help you up.

"Yeah, don't worry"

You took his hand and he easily raised you to your feet.

'Wow, he's pretty strong'

You wiped the dirt sticking to your clothes and tried to fix the mess in your (h/c) hair with your hands. He let go from his now calmed dog and stood in front of you. Now that you could see his features clearly, you checked him out discreetly. He had sharp, pink cat eyes and shark teeth, with some of his hair pulled in a small braid.

'And pretty handsome, too'

You snapped out of your trance as he spoke.

"Sorry again, Mata gets too excited sometimes"

You glaced at his beautiful Australian shepherd, who was happily bouncing around chasing a bug, and then back at the boy.

"Oh, no worries, (d/n) here is like that too. He's a little demon that won't stay put."

You laughed as your dog stood proudly next to you, chest puffed and all.

The pink haired boy said nothing to contribute to the conversation, so it dropped down to silence. The chirping of the birds and the barking dogs were the only sounds surrounding you. Before the atmosphere got too awkward, you tried to continue the interaction when his dog approached both of you again, benefitting from the opportunity.

"Your dog is so beautiful. You said his name was Mata right? Like the Spanish football player?"

His eyes slightly lightened up in curiosity. Seems like your plan succeeded.

"You know about football?"

You waved your hand in front of you.

"Only the basics. What about you?"

"I'm actually on the path to becoming a pro player."

Well you definitely didn't expect that. You exchanged some interests and turns out he's a pretty good guy. As the conversation continued, you making most of the talking and questions, Mata got closer to you and bopped his nose on your hand. You couldn't handle the adorable animal and leaned down a bit to be able to pet him while he wagged his tail happily. It was clear by his virtuous multicolor fur that the pink haired man took good care of his dog. The boy watched the interaction in awe.

'Cute' He thought, a light blush tinting his cheeks.

You straightened up again when Mata was satisfied with your ministrations to keep chatting with the boy. Howbeit, you lost track of the conversation and didn't know what to say, falling in silence again. You cursed yourself as you tried to read the boy with no avail, seeing as he always wore his sharp neutral expression.

He seemed to read the room and pulled out some treats from his pockets and started to give them to Mata, who was more than contented. You watched as he gently petted his dog and rubbed his cheeks, scrunching his face when Mata licked his nose.

'So he has a soft side too' Your lips formed a smile and your gaze softened at the sight.

He got up and extended his opened palm to you, some treats still in it.

"Want some?"

You froze for a moment before reacting.

"Ah, thank you." You said with a shy smile.

You reached to grab a couple of treats from his hand and your fingers touched gently. You tried to hide the incoming blush by giving the treats to your unknowing dog, that paid no mind as he ate happily.

'Her hands were soft'

'He was warm'

You both were left to your own thoughts, as you watched you dogs play and get along. You chuckled as they started playing tag, not sure who was chasing who.

"Seems they're already good friends."

"Mhm" He agreed next to you.

'Not a man of many words, huh'

In fact, he was not; but right now he was more speechless than anything. He thought you were cute and you looked pretty fun and nice to be with, in his opinion. He was just to mesmerized by you in that moment.

In the meantime, you looked at your watch to check the time and saw that you were supposed to be at your home long ago. You eyes widened as you called (d/n) back and put the leash on him, this time easier since he was already worn out. You turned around to face the boy.

"Ah sorry, but I have to go now, it's getting late."

You hesitated as you really didn't want to go away yet and leave this cool boy you just met to probably never see him again. Nonetheless, your attention drifted towards (d/n), who was whining quietly with his tail still wagging, staring at his friend expectantly. You, for once, understood your dog.

"Looks like (d/n) had a great time" You chuckled.

"We'll be here again tomorrow morning." He blurted out.

You were left a little shocked at his decisive response, not expecting it. You looked up to meet his hoping eyes and smiled at him.

"Then we'll pass by tomorrow, too! I'm sure (d/n) wants to spend more time with his new friend."

You both weren't talking about dogs.

You started getting prepared to leave as you dismissed the boy, but he stopped you right on cue.

"Wait. You're forgetting your phone."

You froze as you stared at your long forgotten phone in his hand, that you must've dropped when the dogs attacked you. You didn't even notice until now that you were missing it.

He handed it to you and you thanked him, laughing at your slip up. Now checking that you had everything, you were finally ready to go as the sun set behind the trees and buildings around the park.

"Bye! See you tomorrow!"

Your dog barked in an attempt of goodbye and the boy raised his hand slightly in a wave motion. You turned you head and walked ahead, the road to your home awaiting you. You looked down to check there were no cracks in the screen of your phone when you saw a small paper note that you hadn't noticed before on top of it. You slowed your pace and moved your thumb to grab it, curiously reading it's content

Here's my number. Looking forward for tomorrow.

- Kurona Ranze

Your eyes lightened up and your heat skipped a beat, steps lightly jumping in happiness. Suddenly, the sun rays were warmer at this hour. You quietly squealed as a dumb smirk appeared on your face. Your excitement was overflowing right now.

"(d/n) today you get extra dinner you good boy! Prepare to frequent the dog park!"

Your dog put no objections at your statement as he went ahead of you with his tongue out. Your day was immediately brightened and the way home suddenly became too long because of the anticipation.

'I'm also looking forward to it, Kurona'

It was so fun to write Kuronaaa.

I've never owned any dogs so everything is pretty much made up lol. Kurona's dog is an Australian shepherd because is my favorite breed of all time, but for the reader's I tried to be as vague as possible so it's your choice. I even tried to go for 'it' pronouns for the dog but it was weird lmao.

Sleep 8hrs a day, Lethby ༊*·˚

[kiawren]

Two nights ago at 3am I was dreading school as usual and started to write something lighthearted then I got a bit absorbed into it lol...mostly copy pasted what I wrote that night with a few small edits. Dw it's pretty easy to read cuz dialogue comes easier to me so it's all dialogue.

Wren: Have you ever dreamt of me?

Kiawe: That’s a sudden question… Yes, I have.

Wren: Was it a good dream?

K: I dreamt we were riding charizards together once.

W: wait, really???? I dreamt that too!

K: Seriously?!

W: wow, we are so made for each other.

K: was there other times you…dreamt of…me…

W: uhm, it’s mostly a blur and illogical as dreams are. But I think I did feel my feelings of crushing on you in my dreams like maybe twice. I think i hugged you in one of them. And that was before we ever hugged at all.

K: Oh…that’s nice.

W: Uh, what about you. Did you dream of me other times?

K: Yeah, i was teaching you to dance, at the top of the volcano. I think… we fell in the volcano, and then i woke up.

W: I’d like to fall in the volcano with you.

K: No..!! If that ever happens I’ll catch you. But that will never happen.

W: Huh? By calling over your charizard fast enough?

K: Uh, yes…

W: We can do it as a fierce declaration of our love.

K: ��…

W: Okay, or we could just dance. Oh, did you have any bad dreams of me?

K: Other than the falling in the volcano?

W: Hey That is really beautiful and I don’t count that as a bad dream. I wish i dreamt that.

K: I was actually kind of apprehensive to meet you at the volcano that evening. 

W: But seriously though, that is so poetic. Maybe we could stand at the tip and feel the heat together.

K: WREN! PLEASE! 

W: OKAY I was Kiddingggg… (but I’m gonna write about it)

K: So, the bad dream…

W: Oh yeah

K: I don’t know, i just dreamt you left. I don’t remember much of it. But i saw you leave on a ferry. I was at the pier and then at the top of the volcano.

W: wow you really like the volcano so much. Wanna jump in together? Ok sorry continue

K: …… You’re going to leave eventually, though.

W: … Um, I mean…that’s still in a while. And it’s not like we won’t see each other again.

K: I wish i could follow you where you go.

W: I don’t think you should be the one saying that… I’m supposed to follow you. I’m not even joking.

K: I’ll still be in Alola when you leave.

W: I mean…. I don’t know, I don’t really think much about the future—

K: Exactly. You don’t, Wren. So how do I know for sure we won’t stray? You’re going to leave and not come back—

W: ??? Who says I wont??

K: I just— the future is so uncertain… It makes me so worried.

W: Just so you know. I want to be with you more than you want to be with me. In case you didn’t know. I feel like I don’t say much of this enough, but I always think it. Like, you don’t know how much I think it.

K: Really...? But you were fine before you met me.

W: Doesn’t that apply to you too?

K: N-No. Without you… I’d still be worried about the future. You encourage me with optimism…But it mostly works when it comes to my dancing and my future studies. What's really different is that you're in the picture... and when it comes to you,… how do I know what exactly you’re thinking?

W: You think I’m not transparent enough?

K: In a way. I-

W: Sorry, I guess i don’t really say it. Do you really worry I’ll leave you?

K: I mean, I dreamt it so I must have…thought it.

W: the topic took such a bleak turn.

K: Sorry, Wren…

W: It’s okay, I understand what you think. I don’t really know the future either, but I promise to tell you earlier when I’m going...I also don’t want to leave at all. But, I guess, we both still have each other now, so we can focus on the present?

K: You're right, Wren. Thanks.

W: But, if you want better reassurance, I have a proposal. As a declaration of our eternal bond and inseparation, to make you never worry of us parting again not only in body but also spirit, how about we jump into the volcano together?

Kiawe just smiles softly. Wren does the same.

Behind them, Wela Volcano's soft fumes trail silently into the red-ochre sky.

Its umber body is indomitable as love, monument of an Earth where the circles of selves meet, weave, and travel with time for two young lovers.

[intertexts]

GOODMORNING ITS TRIVA TIIIIME

EPISODE 29 TRIVIA:

- they actually rerecorded this episode. bizly wanted dakotas lesson to be strategy so ORIGINALLY they were fucking. playing chess. for two hours. according to charlie "they had chess dot com open. I don't know where condi was but I was physically prone on the other side of my room like hiding behind something" SO THEY HATED IT. AND THEN RERECORDED IT AND ENDED UP WITH THIS.

- DAKOTA IS OFFICIALLY 18. HAPPY FUCKING BIRTHDAY. really funny that this happens in the hyperbolic time chamber where time in the real world doesn't actually move.

- THERES ART FOR THE BOULDER THING !!!! ITS AWESOME I LOVE THEM

- grizzly: "in the beginning were you guys told to tell me that you were quitting the Prime defenders?"

condi: "no, not at all. that just came out naturally I think"

charlie: "I was so sad to see how heartbroken dakota got at that"

EXPLANATIONS:

condi: "I mean vyncent doesn't really... get it. a lot of hardship has come from being the prime defenders I don't think he sees it as worth all that. dont worry i dont think this is a permanent state of mind for vyncent, hes a malleable little boy, but its where hes at right now. itll change with time but right now hes a little jaded"

charlie: "williams whole plan was, now that he's basically wisp-free and given a new lease on life (< side note. phrase that causes me harm specifically) his plan was to find a way to return this smoke soul and help save ashe and then after that.. who knows"

- dakota ended that scene with "I never wanted to do it alone" and that's what gave him the idea to have them help him with the boulder. he didn't want to do it alone

- the only reason william is still here at all is because of dakota and vyncent. if they weren't here he would've been gone ages ago

- YIPPEE. YOU GET TO SEE JASON ORIGAMI FINALLY. 3/3 OF THE PRIME FORCE COLLECTED. HI JASON <3

- THEY KEEP QUOTING ANGEL WITH A SHOTGUN IN REFERRNCE TO WILLIAM. DO THEY WANT ME DEAD.

- chaos beano :]

- cue anime talk for like 10 minutes. prime defenders the weeb podcast ever <3

- OK AWESOME. BIZLY TALKING ABOUT THE CHAOS DEMON: "the way it kinda works is like... the chaos demon lost all sense of personality. yknow it was a soul at one point, but the longer you're in a place like where he was, you just lose what makes you you. imagine you're in a place where people are screaming all the time and you don't even know if the screams are coming out of your own mouth and it's just eternal nothing and everything (< horrifying!). and then when he latched onto you, dakota, it became like feeding off of your negative emotions"

- "What is dakotas worst fear personified? Who is dakota afraid of the most?"

grizzly DOES NOT ANSWER THIS >:| however he does say "it was a really good choice to show him the fall right away. had he not turned into le frog I think I would've played dakota a lot more serious. but because it went from the fall to doug to le frog *then* to ashe, I think it just pissed him off more than it scared him"

- "people try to scare us by looking like ashe a lot"

"okay, no, its only been TWO people and one of them IS ASHE."

- charlie: "yeah I was nervous about that encounter considering I looked at my sheet and all I have is a chainsaw and a shotgun in the middle of an active volcano"

- charlie slime has put together a william playlist it's it's my life mission to find it now. I found the ashe playlist I can do this. I need to judge his music taste.

- theyre talking about jason dying in one of the big darkstar battles and everything and grizzly goes "wow it's crazy how dakota was there and saw all of that"

HELP THAT'S SO FUNNY. frankly i would love to see the two hour chess hell session that's so funny to me oh my god. ALSO DAKOTA 18 WHOOOO he can get shot now!!! great!!

literally took so much psychic damage over the quitting the prime defenders talk. head in hands. im so ill over them... oh boy can't wait to see william stay wisp free and enjoy his new lease on life and be a normal uneventful teenager again !! im sure thats what the next few episodes are about!! ^__^;;

but mac he's literally an angel with a shotgun fighting til the wars done!! he wants to live not just survive!!!

prime defenders weeb podcast of all time... were they talking about one piece. thats my guess. one piece & dragon ball. also the more they talk about chaos demons the worse it is!!! fucked up!!! especially with the new knowledge from the oneshot etc! can't wait for someone to get tossed in there!!

all he has is a chainsaw and a shotgun in the middle of an active volcano.... i love u william wisp. god. also PLAYLIST... good luck finding it....

[sincerely-sofie]

One thing I will say is that saying you "disagree with the term queer" Is Not A Great Look, but that could easily be a me not getting the wording as intended thing - The above assumes you mean just, queer in general though it feels more like you might've meant in reference to yourself? (Which is entirely fine - I'm of the opinion that any given label should be opt-in to anyone who's genuine about it rather than mandatory.)

Really, the main important thing I appreciate is being able to accept others where they're at. Being able to just say "Yeah, sure, ok" and go along even if I don't personally understand is honestly one of my core beliefs* too, and with minimal disrespect it's nice seeing this from a Christian. The little I actually know suggests something worth looking into, and the notion of an eternal soul is something I find fairly agreeable (if not strictly the outcomes of that.) Then again, I'm someone whose personal experience with religion can be described as a tangled web of jokes that ran too long and accidentally became character traits, so, maybe not the best judge of anything here. Also, wow, this post got away from me quickly. Originally meant to just put in the first paragraph and call it good.

*I draw a hard line the second that personal belief starts meaning harm to others. Believe what you want about yourself, but anyone saying someone else needs to change their ways (bar the very beliefs this targets, primarily meaning bigotry/racists) because of a thing YOU feel a certain way about simply can't be tolerated.

Thanks for the critique! Looking back, I definitely should have written “disagree with the term queer FOR myself” (which was actually the original wording I drafted) rather than “disagree with the term queer myself”. I was trying to cut down on my wordiness as I edited my response, but I ended up just making it a confusing sentence to read. Curse my proofreading anxiety. 

I'll try not to get into it too much here because it'd probably derail this entire response to your ask, but I've got a lot of mixed feelings with most labels, especially ones that were formerly derogatory terms. My church has worked hard to pivot from being called “Mormons” because among other (honestly more important) reasons, the term was basically used as a snide and condescending way to refer to my church, and it quickly became the default phrase for addressing us. The fact that members of my faith were basically referring to themselves with an insult as I grew up in the church never really sat well with me, even if we took pride in it. I'm super impressed by those who can take once-painful words and make them into badges of honor, but for me personally, it's a real emotional minefield. Hence, in part, why I don't agree with using the term queer for myself. It's a matter of preference and personal implications.

Agh, I really rambled on for a while there. I hope that made sense.  

For your second paragraph— it's sad to me that so many people have had such disheartening experiences with Christians. I swear, most of us are loving people. There's just an unfortunate amount of very vocal bible-bashers who forget that God's greatest instructions to us were to love Him and love others. 

If you're interested, there's a lot of resources on my church’s website if you'd like to learn more about what we believe (though there's no pressure from me to read up on it!) I just felt like I should share because we don't believe in a Hell where people burn for all eternity. 

We believe in three different “kingdoms” that everyone will be sorted into, with interaction between them being possible so families and friends can visit each other if they end up divided. The least glorious kingdom (for lack of a better term) is still an absolutely amazing place, full of light and happiness. There is a sort of Hell called Outer Darkness that I guess anyone reading about could see it as a form of eternal punishment, but people choose to go there themselves— it's a form of willing separation from God that happens when people who have an absolutely perfect knowledge of the gospel still choose to go the opposite direction. It's not somewhere you go because you drank coffee or swore in life. That'd be ridiculous.

… I opened my mouth and a missionary came out. Oops. 

Anyhoo, that last paragraph is a big deal, Anon! People need to be able to choose for themselves what they'll do in their lives— any forced change is not change at all, and the second you do harm to another person that isn't in the defense of yourself or others, you're in the wrong. As you can probably tell from my tangent above, I'm an advocate for missionary work, which could be seen as telling people they need to change their ways, but the type of missionary work I stand behind is the kind that invites people to learn more— never forces— and respects when they say no. Always honor agency is my motto. Invite, don't incite. That sort of thing. 

Thanks again for the critique! I appreciate your willingness to send it in and share your thoughts. I'll add a link to this ask in my original post so that if anyone else is confused by my wording, they'll be able to see this and get some better information. 

[loststarphounix]

It's Gundham's birthday rn (it's 12am, December 14th in my timezone lmao)

and so, I decided to gift him the best thing I can offer atm:

✨ Kazuichi in lingerie ✨

Kazuichi comes home earlier than Gundham does, and so he has time to prepare his gift to him at home! The devas also joined him for his duties for the day so he won't have them to snitch on him, which is good-

Kazuichi's gift to him is his very own lover wearing the most beautiful lingerie he's seen. Don't ask Kazuichi where he got it, he just does- xD

Gundham comes home later a little after dark, and notices Kazuichi not on the couch waiting for him, which was odd. He goes upstairs and finds him on their bed wearing the pretty pink lingerie he got especially for his birthday~ >.<

( tbh this is just me using gundham's bday as an excuse to ramble about kazuichi in lingerie bc i personally love the idea LMAO )

Ah I feel bad cause I don’t have a fic ready for him, so this might have to do lol TW: pic of lingerie and hand job

Kaz got this lingerie thanks to Sonia 🤣

He asked her for help picking out something nice and she looked in square in the eye and said “say no more”. She actually bought several - nearly a baker dozen all varying in different colors and cuts and some even have faux fur lining. She went to town and they all fit like a glove lol

But the one he decides to wear, is a cute little light pink piece that fits snugly against his hips and chest, which is perfect because Gundham does like seeing Kazuichi’s masculine body incased in feminine clothing. And this is particularly feminine (spoiled caused slight risky photo)

So he has it on, feeling pretty cute and good about himself. He looks good and though the thigh straps were a bitch to get right, everything is just perfect. And to add the perfect touch, he puts on the custom made pleather dog collar Gundham had made, complete with a dog tag with Kazuichi’s name engraved snug against his neck.

He knows he make a pretty sight and desperately wants to take a picture for future use, but holds off because he can’t trust himself sending to his boyfriend and ruining the surprise 😏

When he hears the front door open, he feels nervous, it keeps his ass firmly planted on the bed and waits anxiously for the other to come into the bedroom.

“Paramour?”

“In here.” He calls, voice high and excited. “I have a surprise for you~”

And wow ok. Taking him a bit of a minute to get there. Could be his anxiety but it takes Gundham an eternity to get to their bedroom, but it’s worth it when he opens the door, talking about how some irritable parrot was refusing to eat or groom itself and stopping mid word as he took in Kazuichi, sitting in the middle of their bed, legs tucked in to push the strain of the thigh straps taunt against his skin and a gauzy dark pink short shift splay around him like some Disney princess.

Kazuichi is so proud of Gundham’s reaction, he wiggles a bit in excitement as the breeder continues to stare at him in a mix of surprise and desire and in a genius move, he shoulders the shift off, exposing his slightly tan shoulders and he could be seeing things but he swears the others nostrils flare as his eyes focus on the collar.

“You like it? Happy birthday baby-“ is all he can get out before he is suddenly pushed against the sheets and is silenced by the other kissing the soul outta him.

Gundham is just pawing at him, kneading his thighs; hands tugging at the bra to flick a nipple and a wide wicked tongue making a wet strip at the hollow of his throat. Kazuichi was already half hard and it takes no time at all for him to be full mast and he moans as those cold hands brush against his groin.

“My dear, you look delightful. Absolutely delectable.” Gundham growls and Kazuichi shivers cause holy shit he really likes it.

And Kazuichi preens at that, because fuck yeah he knows it. Gundham is just pulling more at the bra and has already pulled down the delicate fabric of the crotch panties, long fingers wrapping loosely around his length and his arches his back on the bed. Something rends in the air and it barely phases him as he thrusts into that pale hand.

“I find that you will enjoy me unwrapping my present fare than I will.” Gundham rumbles I’m part amusement and part hunger as he speeds up his hand slightly.

“Nigh ~ Never know until you do.” He replies with a toothy grin that immediately crumbles as he rides out his orgasm.

“Indeed.” And he watches in semi conscious bliss as pulls away to quickly remove his clothes.

And yeah, this gift was a great idea.

[sannylity]

hi im here to be silly about the coffeeshop au/oneshot idea that you made up :D

i see mariana as an exhausted university graduate who still lives with her parents and yeah he has a job but like. rent is expensive you know? meanwhile charlie is a silly guy who has a loyal but small online following because of his videos that he makes which are so goofy like him.

the first time charlie went into the coffee shop it was because his friend quackity recommended he go there. to order whatever drink and he was like "ok sounds good :3" and then he goes and the hottest person ever is behind the counter.

he steps back outside with pink cheeks, taking a deep breath. holy shit. he's fine, he's fine. he'll just order a drink.

the first time it was just because he kept on stumbling over his words. he just nodded along with whatever the sparkling barista (who he learned is named mariana!! pretty name for a pretty guy) said, so he wound up with a very expensive and complex drink. he felt very bad, so he tipped generously and took his drink, leaving all flustered.

so he comes by at the same time every weekday, constantly making super complex orders as he tries to work up the courage to ask for this guy's number, but he never can. out of pure embarrassment, he stops going. it sucks because he doesnt see mariana for a week and he winds up groaning to his roommate wilbur about it.

then wilbur drags him to that coffeeshop the next day. they sit in the corner with their drinks talking in hushed tones, charlies hands shaking as wilbur tries to reassure him. they wind up standing together and charlie wants to just fucking run but wil grabs his wrist and drags him to the register.

im also imagining them talking over text and calling and marianas like "we should go hang out" and charlies like "okay :3" so they hang out at the mall. they get boba drinks, a couple silly clothing items, super fucking good tacos, and hang out in the arcade for a bit. its raining by the late afternoon and charlie sighs, knowing he needs to walk home.

but mariana just walks him to her car, charlie a couple steps behind him. she couldnt help but be thankful for the fact he couldnt see his face.

mariana drove charlie home, playing his playlist. it was mostly songs in spanish, but charlie hummed along, and mariana couldn't help but do so as well. they get back to charlies apartment complex and theyre standing outside the doorway under the overhang.

"thanks for, uh, taking me out on the d- i mean, hanging out with me! and then driving me home!" charlie exclaims, a nervous smile on his face as mariana looks down at him.

"ah, es no problema. i had fun." her ears and nose are a bit pink. charlie blinks at him.

"are you feeling okay? you're a bit pink. oh gosh, what if you're catching a cold! you should come in!" he says with an anxious expression, putting a hand on mariana's forehead. he tries to take it back down, but she gently holds it there, leaning down a little to be face to face with him.

"¿puedo darte un beso?" charlies face goes beet red. he knows what beso means.

"uh, sure-" hes cut off by mariana placing a kiss onto his lips, lingering there for a moment. he released charlies hand, who instead cupped her jaw, not wanting to break apart.

was it only 3 seconds? was it eternity? they'll never know. they pulled apart, both flustered and a bit embarrassed.

"i should go home"

"yeah no no i should head in as well see you mariana!!!"

"see you slime!"

charlie lays facedown on his bed, kicking his feet excitedly. mariana sits in his car, parked down a few blocks, hands over her face.

what were they now? they werent sure. but they both knew that was the sweetest kiss theyve ever had.

-💫 (wow this was longer than i expected)

YES YES YES!!

This is exactly the AU’s tone and setting. It’s this level of fluff and lightheartedness and you understood the assignment😂👍🏻

I also just really like how shy and innocent things are between them despite being in their 20’s. Mariana even more so because he didn’t think he was capable of being sweet and romantic, but Charlie just brings out that side of him🥺

[mtnkat3]

Oh wow.

The gammit of emotions...

First, I abhor government.

I am a Constitutionalist. It was based on part time, representatives, no income, 2 year terms.

Second, government is not God.

Made by fallible men who don't learn lessons. As we are following right off the same cliffs the Greeks & Romans ran off of!

Third, I am a date rape, lost virginity to, survivor.

I do not agree with abortion. At all. I am not God.

[Ok. 1 exception. Ectopic pregnancy. But that is surgery & life threatening. Not sure I'd even count that. That would be a discussion to have though.]

[While I waited to know the outcome of my health.. I made the decision. That if God gave a child, I would at the minimum do an open adoption. To give said child a chance at life & a family that was ready to love them fully. I was in a very bad, vulnerable, alone even with family place. I was forced by my mom to not pursue prosecuting. ]

So no. Someone wanting to abort a baby because they got caught with their hand in the cookie jar... no. This is 2023. There are plenty of contraception options on the market without that murderous method.

And don't even go there with sex.

You did the deed.

Then be the adult who did said deed.

Why I do not agree with someone younger than ~18~21yo having sex. Not mature enough to handle the consequences of it.

And before someone gets all trippy...

I am extremely sensual & sapio sexual.

But I have lived a mostly celibate life.

Not by choice either!

No, I deplore casual behavior & sex.

It is not me.

Yes I jokingly call myself a warrior nun.

Long before the Netflix [2 season] series came out.

But I will continue in said vain until God puts me before my soul's mates.....

Period.

.

~~~~~~

Now.....

Whimpering softly squirming moan...

Oh my loves.....my beloved Bears . Angels . . . . .

I have waited thru an eternity before God gave me mortal form to know you . . . . .

I have waited thru the 48 years of this life full of hurdles, heartaches, missteps & just longing to know you . . . . .

I knew in my soul you . . . . .existed when I was a underweight wee lil girl.

I have known that I was feeling...souls connections from at least 5yo.

And yes, my first memory that I know even now was flying at the coast with family in a small Cessna at 2 yo. I absolutely love to fly!

Not in one of the walmart buses of the sky either.

Cessna, c4, b2, bell copter, chinook, anything but one of those buses.

Remember, my favorite movie was Space Camp. And my 6th grade teacher was almost on Challenger. I loved that movie. But it came about in a dark time for the world, this country.

One of the many I'm looking for DVDs of. Then to put on extd.

I have talked with God about this my loves... about waiting, patience, listening, watching my steps. Ad nauseam.

If I am to be His Warrior queen & wait until I have fulfilled my duties as such to Him beyond the Rapture... then that is what He means for me to do.

I do not however believe that He wants us to wait that long.

He is showing glimpses.. lil by lil.. to keep us together & focused.

It's only cruel in that the adversary tricks are making the trials of Job unnecessarily protracted for us because enjoys torturing souls. Especially the strong for God.

There are times that I believe that I am going to faint standing in front of you . . . . .

Others...that I will run & jump on you . . . . .

Still others.. that I will open my door... & quirk my eyebrows.. tapping my toes.. & say.. "well, it's about time. What took so long. Now are ya gonna kiss me or not?"🎶

Then there's the times I wanna scream at you & have a wrestling/grappling match because I'm so pissed at you . . . . .

Yeah.. sometimes.. Tijgeress wanna kick your asses!!!!!

Blushing grin.

That's when we'll be sticky, sweaty, panting & go from grappling to loving..

Slow grin.

I think we need a private gym barn.

Wiggling my eyebrows.

Cause yeah I'll wear skimpy.. for you . . . . . I have never worn such in public & never will. I don't care if I get all buff & whatever. I am not sharing this bod with anybody but you . . . . .

Blushing grin.

I might like skimpy bikinis but I also like modest too. And retro. I'd love to have a white crocheted bikini again. Been a long time.

Ok. I'm rambling..

You . . . . .wanna devour.. savor.. lick.. nibble.. bite.. taste..... me.

Ditto.

I crave you . . . . .

I wanna know the smell & taste of your . . . . . skin. Both clean, & dirty. Both bare of scents.. & with aftershave/cologne/soaps...

I am very primal.

Zippin it t!

Giggling hysterically!

I love & adore you ! ! ! ! !

I am!

Yours . . . . . ! ! ! ! !

~Tijgeress kat Phoenix.

✝️☸⚓🙇‍♀️🙏🤲🌂🔗⛓🧰🤓👩‍🏫👷‍♀️🐯🐾🐐🦉🐢🐛🦋🌱🌺🌹🌻🌷🌳🌲🧶🧵🤰🏰🛡⚔⌚⚡🌟🌠🚀🗝🔱⚜💝🐻🦌🧩♠️♾💫🧭🕯💋

Sa.12.31.2022 3.06pm est.

[wrestlingoneshot]

A RADIOHEADS' WEDDING

(Dylan/Ryan pairing)

Game: The Quarry

[8 years past from the Hackett's Quarry attack]

Panic is settling in. So much is going on in the mind of Dylan Lenivy's head. It's like a speedway of thoughts on a track racing in his mind. He pacing back and forth in front of his best woman, Kaitlyn Ka. He could literally burn a hole in the floor if he kept this up. Kaitlyn had enough of watching, so she stood up in his path to stop him.

"Ok, you're fucking killing me here. Please stop or I'll have to glue your ass down to this chair." Kaitlyn said in a serious tone.

"Wow. Kinky. I didn't know you were into me like that. Sadly, I have to decline." Typical Dylan's answer. Kaitlyn took a second to give him the sift deadly glare. Dylan pushed past Kaitlyn and went back to his pacing. "Fuck! I got a bad feeling about this! Something's going to go wrong, isn't it? Something will happen. I'm going to fuck this up, somehow!"

"....Dylan"

"I just know I'm going to fuck this up, right?! I mean I'm going walk down the aisle and Ryan going to realize that this is a big mistake and he's going to leave!" Dylan said in a panic tone.

"Dylan!"

"He's going to realize that I'm not good enough or not the person he wants!" Dylan tried to run his left hand through his hair, until he felt nothing. He looks down at his left arm with wide eyes. He grips his arm and screams. "AHHHHH! MY HAND!! What happened to my hand?!!"

"DYLAN!!!!"

Dylan looks up at Kaitlyn after he heard her yell. His eyes darts over to what Kaitlyn was holding. His prosthetic hand. Dylan looks at Kaitlyn who's facial expression explains how silly Dylan was being. Dylan gave Kaitlyn a cute "I'm sorry" smile.

"Uhhh..." That's all he could say. With a puppy look on his face, Dylan held out his left arm towards Kaitlyn. Sighing with a heavy eye roll, Kaitlyn went and put Dylan's prosthetic hand on for him. Dylan rubbed his hand after getting it on, he walked over to the mirror to fix his tie. Dylan was shaking with nerves that he couldn't focus. Kaitlyn walked over to him and fixed his tie for him.

"Are you ok, now?" Kaitlyn asked as she fixes his tie.

"Y-yeah. Kinda. I dunno." Dylan sighed. He survived a night full of werewolves, got his hand sawed off to prevent him becoming one and he survived a awful Quantum Physics finals that could make any other person quit on sight, so why this feels like the biggest hurdle?

"I--I just think that somehow--"

"Let me stop you right there." Kaitlyn interrupted. "You are NOT going to fuck anything up. Do you hear me?"

"But--"

"No buts!" Kaitlyn finally finished with Dylan's tie. "Listen to me, idiot. Ryan chose you. He asked you. He LOVES YOU. If he didn't would all of this.." Kaitlyn waves her arms around the room. "Would this be happening?"

"...no"

"Exactly! I mean you both morons even broke off with your second side hoes to get back together."

Dylan remembers all of that. It was two years after the whole camp nightmare. Ryan couldn't let the past go by keep blaming himself for sawing off Dylan's hand. Even though, Dylan did have a hard time adjusting from losing a hand, he never blamed Ryan after he personally told Ryan to do it. The tension got worse. Dylan hated that Ryan stuck in the past. Dylan wanted to move on from it. Ryan hated that Dylan uses jokes then not talking about it. It boiled over and the biggest mistake Dylan ever did in his life happened. He broke up with Ryan. He felt that he couldn't move on if Ryan kept bringing the attack up. Ryan left and Dylan regretted it. Maybe they could had worked it out. Dylan felt like a fool. Nights where he felt safe and secured in Ryan's arms became like he was cold, exposed and lonely. One night Dylan came across one of Ryan's hoodies. It still had his scent. Calvin Klein Eternity. He remembered he bought that bottle for Ryan for Christmas. He remembered they went shopping one day and he knew Ryan wasn't into cologne. As a joke, Dylan "Accidentally" sprayed some on Ryan. Lied that he tried to save Ryan from a deadly fly. But truth be told that cologne smelled so damn good on Ryan. So Dylan brought it. Ryan played it off as a silly gift, but he found himself wearing it for Dylan. That happy memory cause Dylan to cuddle up to Ryan's hoodie for comfort. Even some nights, Dylan cries his tears into the hoodie wishing Ryan to come back to him. Even some days Dylan been called out by Kaitlyn and Abi for wearing the hoodie. Dylan couldn't bring himself to get rid of it. Let alone washing it because Ryan's scent let Dylan believe he never left.

Kaitlyn was sick of seeing Dylan in this state, so she requested that Dylan should start seeing other guys. Dylan refused, until he heard Ryan started dating some fool name Lamar. Dylan realized it was time to move on. He started dating sone doofus name Bryan (go figure). The weeks go by and Dylan was miserable. This Bryan character wasn't like Ryan at all. First his stupid pet name to Dylan. Dylan Wilin'. What the fuck is that? That had no spark like the time in the woods when Dylan introduced Dylan Dylan to Ryan and Ryan introduced Ryan Ryan to Dylan that made Dylan's heart skip a few beats. Inside jokes like that was being missed very to Dylan. Bryan refused to do any kind of cuddles because to him that's little too gay. That got a eye roll from Dylan. Bryan never laughed at any bad jokes of Dylan's. He told Dylan to leave the jokes to the professionals. But Ryan would laugh no matter how bad. Ryan always laughed for Dylan only. What broke the camel's back is that Bryan thinks Dylan making playlists about how he feels and listening to podcasts about ghost stories or investigations was childish. Childish?! Dylan couldn't believe this. But with Ryan...was so simple and different. They had a night each week that Ryan comes over and they share his air pods. They realized with air pods gave them more freedom to cuddle and move around than being tangled up in the headphones cord and causes Ryan's phone to fall. They cuddle, stare into each other eyes, listen to the music and letting the music speak their feelings. It was the little things, Ryan caressing Dylan's cheek softly, the soft kisses, the sweet whispering words, the forehead touching, the "I love you, Dylan." words ring from Ryan's deep voice.

Dylan had enough. He just had to get Ryan back. His missed Ryan so badly. Ryan is where Dylan felt safe. It was with Ryan that Dylan could drop the biased Dylan and be the real Dylan without being judged. Comfort was Ryan Erzahler. Nobody else could fill that void. Love was with Ryan. All that bullshit about soulmates and love at first sight was finally real to Dylan because everything was with Ryan. It was always Ryan.

Dylan arrived to Ryan's door and pretty much almost breaking the door down. This damn door wasn't going to get between Dylan and the love of his life. Dylan was about to bang on the door again, it swung open. Dylan's eyes widen at the sight. It was Ryan in the flesh. His Ryan. Dylan wanted to cry and just go straight into Ryan's arms, but he couldn't.

"What are you doing here, Dyl?"

Dylan sighed happily to himself. Hearing Ryan's voice and his nickname again brought the water works. Dylan broke down in front of Ryan and just poured everything out.

"Dylan, what's wrong?" Ryan asked. Even if they broken up, he still cared for the man and doesn't want to see Dylan hurt.

"Everything! Everything is wrong Ryan. Y-You're not home with me!" Dylan yelled out.

Confused, Ryan looked at Dylan as Dylan continued. "I tried. I tried so hard to move on, Ryan. But I fucking can't! I--I miss you so fucking much that it literally pains me. I can't focus on anything. I'm so behind on my studies because I don't hear your encouragement. I miss our stupid wise cracks on each other. I miss you holding me telling me things will be alright. I know I'm sounding selfish and I accept that, but...fuck Ryan I lost myself when you walked away from me."

Ryan was a little stunned to hear this. He sighed a bit. "Dyl, you ended us--"

"And I was a fucking idiot, Ry! I was a stupid fool. We could had worked it out! I didn't think!"

"No. No Dyl. It was right. We needed to split. It was the best for both of us. You were right, I do cling to the past. I just...the guilt just eats me alive to see you struggle with losing a hand on my expense. I know you told me to but we was young. You could had bled out and died!"

"I understand that Ry. I really really do! I was too selfish to considered your feelings. I'm so sorry Ryan."

Ryan looked down. "....I know Dyl."

Dylan panicked that Ryan refused to look at him. He turned to begging and he didn't care. He would do anything to get Ryan back. "Ryan, I'm so so fucking sorry. If I could go back in time, which I could totally do because I'm studying it, to stop myself for letting you walk away, I would!" Dylan heard Ryan scoffed to his quirky response. "In all seriousness Ryan, I miss you." The tears flowed again when Dylan realized that Ryan was basically emotionless. "Ryan...please. Please tell me how to fix this. I--I know you and Lamar is working things, but...I can't let you go. I just...if there is a chance of having you back to me...tell me. Please? Ryan..I love you so damn much. Please..Don't leave me behind."

Ryan didn't say nothing after Dylan's plea. After a few awkward minutes, Dylan realized he lost Ryan for good and it killed him inside. "I..I just hope you and Lamar be happy. Your happiness matter to me Ryan. Even if I'm not the one who is making you happy."

Dylan was about to walk away, until he felt a tug on his prosthetic hand. He turned to see Ryan's hand on it. Dylan looked up at Ryan who was staring back at him. "Ry? I--"

Dylan was suddenly pulled into a deep and passionate kiss. Dylan returned the kiss to Ryan. It felt right to him that Ryan's lips was on his. Nobody could kiss Dylan and leave him breathless like Ryan could. No other kisses make Dylan feel love and passion behind it like Ryan's could.

After the kiss, Ryan held Dylan close to him. "I love you, Dylan. I never stopped loving you."

Dylan weeps in Ryan's shoulder. That safe and comfort feeling in Ryan's arms came back. Ryan's scent still the same. He never stopped wearing the cologne Dylan brought him. "God, Ryan. I couldn't stop loving you. Hell, I fucking can't stop. It always been you, Ryan. Only you. I'm always yours, Ryan."

Ryan left feathery kisses on Dylan's neck. The live never left. After their moment, Ryan called Lamar about the bad news. Lamar knew the writing was on the wall that he never really had the chance with Ryan. No matter how hard he tried. Dylan was shocked to hear the conversation on Lamar's end that even with Ryan, Ryan couldn't help but to bring up Dylan. It was "Dylan did this and Dylan did that". Dylan smiled. To Ryan, it was always Dylan.

"So, Bryan? Seriously Dylan. Bryan?"

Dylan heard Ryan asked. Dylan rocked on his heels. "Umm..Bryan? Who's Bryan, Ryan? Is there something you're trying to tell me?" Ryan laughed and pulled Dylan for another kiss.

Fast forward, it took them no time to fall back to their normal routine. Things went as normal as it could. Ryan even invited Dylan and his family to his family's cookout. Which Dylan questioned because Ryan never did this before. Even if their both families accepted each other. Ryan did this for a reason for the family to get used to one another. And...

"So I got something to say" Ryan stood up and said as both families and Dylan looked on. "So I want to thank both families to join us today and uh.." Ryan rubbed the back of his neck out of nervousness until he turned to Dylan. Who smiled at him. That smile made Ryan feel like Superman. He smiled back. "Well, I wanted to ask Dylan something important" Dylan frowned in confusion. Dylan turned to the families who acted nonchalant. But the scream of OMG's from Ryan's sister staggered Dylan. He turned to face Ryan who was already half way on one knee. Dylan gasps in a confusing surprise. Ryan nervously laughed as he finally got on his one knee. He took hold of Dylan's left hand and cleared his throat. "Dyl, I--"

"YES!"

"Dylan, really?! Could you at least wait until you hear what I have to say first?" Ryan shook his head at his boyfriend but smiling as he does it.

"Sorry! I'm so sorry, babe! Please, continue" Dylan said as he heard both families laugh.

"So I was saying. Dylan, you are the most amazing person I ever met. I love you so much and I can't see my life from now on without you. So..." Ryan, with shaky hands pulled out a ring box and opened it. It revealed a black onyx ring with a small sapphire crystal in the middle. It fits Ryan's semi-gothic aesthetic. To Dylan, it was the most beautiful piece of jewelry on the planet because Ryan picked it out. Dylan's eyes watered up as he braced himself for Ryan's next question.

"Dylan Lenivy, would you do the honor to be my partner in life and marry me?"

Dylan finally let the happy tears run down his face with a smile. "Yes, Ryan. Yes I will marry you!"

Ryan smiled and placed the ring on Dylan's left prosthetic finger. Ryan designed the ring himself to fit both of Dylan's real and prosthetic hands. After sliding the ring on, Ryan leans up and kisses his future husband to be as they hear the cheering from both families.

Dylan opened his eyes from the memory as he stands in his white, black and sliver suit. On his wedding day.

"Hello! Earth to Dylan!"

Dylan focused on Kaitlyn who was smoothing out her jacket on her tux and fixed her tie a bit. "How was the trip?"

"Amazing. You should book a flight to memory island one day."

"Ugh sounds pricy. No thanks."

"Did I tell you the drinks are free and good?"

"You had me at free drinks."

Dylan and Kaitlyn both laughed. "But no seriously. Are you ok? Did the cold feet thawed?"

"It wasn't cold feet. I needed to be reminded." Dylan smiled. "Thanks Kait. This is why you are my best woman."

"Like there was anyone else who could be the best man but me. Since I was the only one who put up with both of you idiots stupidity." Kaitlyn said. "How could one be an art genius and one has a degree in Quantum Physics but still be dumb when it comes to both of your love lives?"

"The world may never know" Dylan asked as he heard a knock coming from the door. "Come in!"

Dylan's mom entered. She smiled at Dylan. "Look at my handsome man." She cups Dylan's face and hugs him. After the hug she leans back. "Are you ready, Dylan?"

"Yeah hang on." Dylan went to put on his suit jacket that had a long train at the bottom. He joked that he was the bride in this wedding. So he felt to have something like a bride would wear.

Kaitlyn and Dylan's mom smiled. The completed suit looks good on him.

"My beautiful son." Dylan's mom beamed.

"Ehh he looks alright." Kaitlyn said teasingly.

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me. I've give you a ten. Where as I'm an eleven." Kaitlyn smirks.

Dylan shot a glare and mouthed "Fuck You" at Kaitlyn who just blew a kiss and a wink towards him. Dylan's mom laughed. "Enough you two." She turned to Dylan. "Ready to go?"

Dylan took a deep breath and nods confidently. "Yeah. Yeah I am."

Kaitlyn pats his back. "Let's get you married."

The three walked out the room for the ceremony.

[mxlti-fand0m-imaginess]

Ouija Board // Tate Langdon

request: none

prompts: none

warnings: use of a ouija board, murder, crying, scaring people

a/n: i just used random names for the friends, so sorry if that’s your name :)

“Come on y/n, don’t chicken out on us now!” Liz said, dragging you towards the house.

“It’ll be fun! I promise,” Dylan said, grabbing a large rock to break the doorknob.

You were stood in front of the infamous Murder House. And stupidly, you let your friends talk you into coming here and using a ouija board. You never really believed in ghosts or anything like that, but you were still scared nonetheless.

“There are easier ways to get in you know,” Liz said, rolling her eyes as Dylan smashed the rock against the doorknob, knocking it to the floor.

“Yeah but this is more fun.”

“Should we really be doing this? We could get in trouble for breaking in. I don’t think I could survive jail.”

“Oh my god y/n, we’ll be fine. And Dylan knows what he’s doing. Besides, don’t you wanna talk to ghosts?”

“Nope, not really.”

“Ugh, you’re no fun.”

“Ok, I got the door open!”

The two of you looked towards the door where Dylan was. The door was now open, and he had already walked inside. You felt your stomach drop, wanting nothing more than to get out of there. But Liz had other plans. She grabbed your arm and began to drag you inside.

With a sigh, you gave up on fighting and figured you might as well try to have fun. When you vented the house, an overwhelming smell of mold filled your senses. It was disgusting. There was sheets over the furniture, and leftover belongings scattered everywhere.

“That’s weird, there isn’t any dust here,” Dylan said as he swiped his finger along the mantle.

“Maybe there’s a maid ghost who has to spend eternity cleaning. That sounds like an awful afterlife,” Liz replied, laughing softly.

“Can we just get this over with already? I’m getting bad vibes from this place,” you said, feeling as if someone’s eyes were trained on you.

“That’s kinda the point. This is supposedly the most haunted building in the world. So many people have been brutally murdered. I would give anything to live here.”

“Dylan, you are really fucked up,” Liz said while laughing.

You rolled your eyes at your best friends, and followed them deeper into the house, until you arrived in front of a door.

“Here it is, the basement. I’ve read online, that most of the ghosts like to stay down there.”

“Let’s go!” Liz squealed, pushing the door open and speeding down the stairs.

Dylan followed her, leaving you alone at the top of the stairs. You sighed and started to walk down the steps. The. you heard a noise from behind you. You quickly turned around to see that the door was shut.

You brushed it off, thinking you must’ve bumped it, and continued down the stairs to find Dylan and Liz setting the ouija board up. You sat down beside them and tried to calm yourself, knowing it would all be over soon.

“Ok, place your fingers on the cup, and then we can talk to the ghosts.”

You and Liz did what Dylan said, placing your fingers on top of the glass placed in the middle of the bored.

“Is there anyone there?” Dylan asked.

Nothing happened for a second, but then the cup started to move. It dragged itself over to the ‘yes’ and then stopped.

“Oh my god,” you murmured, starting to feel fear come over you.

“What’s your name?” Liz asked the ghost.

The cup moved again, and began to spell out a name.

H-A-Y-D-E-N

“Y/n, ask them something!” Liz said smiling excitedly.

“Is there anything you want to tell us?” you asked, not really sure that you wanted an answer.

R-U-N

The lights in the basement flickered off leaving you guys in the darkness.

“I’m pretty sure that’s our cue to leave,” you said, beginning to stand up.

“Yeah, that’s probably a good idea,” Liz said.

The three of you got up and ran towards the straits, trying to get out of the basement. Liz and Dylan made it out, but the door slammed in front of you before you could follow.

You pulled on the door knob but it wouldn’t budge. You started to pound on the door, screaming for Liz and Dylan, but they were too far away to here you.

“They can’t hear you. They already left,” a voice behind you said.

You turned around and stared into the darkness.

“Who are you?” you asked, feeling your voice quiver.

“Wow, you forgot me already? Ouch. I’m Hayden, remember? I told you to run, but I guess you didn’t wanna listen.”

You didn’t get the chance to say anything, before you felt yourself being shoved down the stairs. You tumbled down them, before landing on the concrete floor of the basement.

You carefully tried to pull yourself up, but you were immediately pushed back down again. The lights turned on and you screamed at what you saw before you. A monster like creature hovered above you, and the next thing you saw was black.

~

You slowly opened your eyes and sat up, feeling your conscious come back to you. You looked around, panicking, trying to remember where you were. Then it all came back to you. The basement. Murder House. Liz and Dylan. They left you.

You wanted to be angry, but you didn’t have the time. Right now, you just had to get out of here. You wanted to go home and be safe in your room. You took off running, heading up the stairs and out of the basement.

You ran toward the front door, pushing it open and heading towards the street. But then, you were back in the house. You ran out again, only to end up back inside once more. You tried over, and over to leave, but you couldn’t. You kept ending up back inside the house.

You gave up. You let your weight fall against a wall behind you, and slid down it, curling into a. ball sobbing. We’re you going crazy? What was happening to you? Why couldn’t you leave? Why can’t you remember anything after entering the basement?

Then you felt a presence beside you. A teenage boy, with wavy blond hair and dark brown eyes. He was beautiful. You might’ve been feeling butterflies, if not for the overwhelming sense of panic that currently filled you.

“Hey, I’m Tate,” he said smiling softly.

“Y/n,” you replied hesitantly.

“So, I bet you’re pretty confused right now.”

“How’d you know?”

“Well, I saw you running around, trying to leave.”

“Why can’t I?”

He fell silent for a moment, and locked away.

“Uhm, you’re dead.”

Your eyes widened and you immediately stood up and backed away from him.

“What? I’m not dead! My friends and I came here to talk to ghosts and now they’re gone and I can’t leave. But I’m not dead! That’s crazy!”

“Y/n, I saw you die. I moved your body,” he paused for a second before continuing,” Do you wanna see it?”

“Wait so let me get this straight. You just watched me get murdered and did nothing about it, you moved my body, and now you wanna show it to me? You’re crazy! None of this makes sense! I’m not dead! I can’t be dead! I think I would remember dying!”

“You can’t. No one can. I don’t remember my own death. I’ve only heard what people told me.”

“Oh really? You’re dead too? Fine, then tell me? How did you die?”

He went silent once more.

“I don’t wanna tell you.”

“See, I knew it! You’re lying.”

“I’m not lying, it’s just-, if I tell you, you’re going to be scared of me.”

You laughed once more, not believing a word that he was saying.

“I doubt that. If you really are dead, just tell me!”

“Fine! I was shot by the cops.”

Then it hit you. Shot by the cops. You remembered hearing about that when Dylan went on one of his rants about the house. Wait, Tate as in Tate Langdon? The guy who shot up your high school in the 90s?

“Do you believe me know?” he asked softly.

“Oh my god. You were that guy who shot up my high school like thirty years ago right? Wait, so you are telling the truth. But I, I can’t be dead. There’s so much I still wanted to do. I’ve never even fallen in love, I’ll never have a future. I’ll never get to do anything with my life.”

You started to sob again, realization washing over you. He wasn’t lying. You were dead. You were really dead. You felt a pair of arms wrap around you, and you looked up to find Tate hugging you.

Slowly you wrapped your arms around him, desperately searching for comfort. But that said comfort was soon gone when someone else started to speak.

“Aw, am I interrupting something?”

That voice. You’ve heard it before. Part of it came back to you. It was her. She pushed you down the stairs. You pulled away from Tate and glared at the girl.

“You! You killed me!” you yelled at her.

“No, no, no. I didn’t kill you. I just helped that creature down there do it.”

“Why? Why would you do that?”

“It was getting boring. I wanted someone new around here.”

“Go away Hayden,” Tate said, glaring at her.

“Ugh fine,” she said before disappearing.

“Well, I guess I’ll show you around?”

a few months later

It’s been a few months since you’ve died, and you’ve already adjusted to your new life. Things weren’t so bad. You were kinda friends with Violet, and you and Tate have been dating for a while.

Being dead didn’t really bother you anymore. You’ve started to see the bright side of it. No more getting sick. You didn’t have to take your finals. And you never had to see your so called “friends” who left you here to die.

At least that’s what you thought. You and Tate were sitting together in the basement when the door opened. You didn’t think much of it, until you heard a familiar voice.

“How do you even know she’s here?”

You gasped. It was Liz. And Dylan was walking right behind her. They were back. You were so angry at them for leaving you. They left you behind to die.

The two of them sat down next to you and Tate, setting up their ouija board. You looked at Tate and smirked. You were going to have fun with this.

“Is anyone there?” Dylan asked.

You walked over to them and pushed the cup to yes.

“Who are you?” Liz said, seeming a little more nervous than she was the last time she was here.

You moved the glass to spell out your name, laughing when you saw how scared the looked.

“Y/n, we’re so sorry! We thought you were behind us! And when we finally got outside, the door wouldn’t open,” Dylan said.

You moved the cup once more.

Y-O-U-L-E-F-T-M-E

“Y/n we’re sorry! No one believed us when we went to get help. Your parents thought you ran away. We tried! We really did!” Liz pleaded.

Y-O-U-D-I-D-N-T-E-V-E-N-C-O-M-E-B-A-C-K

“We were too scared. We’re so sorry. Y/n, please.”

You and Tate laughed at their pleas. You weren’t going to forgive them. You couldn’t. Not after what they did to you.

“Go mess with the lights!” you asked Tate.

He nodded and ran over to the light switch, flicking it on and off.

“Dylan, maybe we should get out of here!”

L-E-A-V-I-N-G-S-O-S-O-O-N-?

“No we’re not! Liz, come on we have to talk to her.”

“I don’t know Dylan, they seem angry.”

You decided to let them hear you. You kept yourself hidden, but let your voice be heard.

“Angry? Why would I be angry? It’s not like the only people I’ve ever trusted forced me to come when I said I didn’t want to and them left me to die. Oh wait? That did happen.”

When you finished speaking, Tate left the lights off. The door opened at the top of the stairs, and Dylan and Liz ran. They left the board and left the basement, heading for the open front door. Before they could get out, Tate slammed it shut. They both screamed.

“Aw, you’re leaving already?” you asked, before laughing.

Then you let them see you. You appeared in front of the door, and you made your wounds visible too.

They gasped when they saw you. Covered in scratches and dripping blood. Clothes torn to shreds. Bruises littering you.

“Y/n, I’m so sorry,” Liz said stepping closer to you.

“I didn’t mean for any of this to happen. I’m sorry,” Dylan said to you.

You didn’t say anything you only glared at them. Then Tate appeared beside you.

“You two should leave before you’re not able to anymore.”

Then you and Tate disappeared and opened the door, allowing them to run out, before slamming it shut once more.

As soon as they were gone, you both burst out laughing. Sure you’ve scared people who’ve tried to buy the house before, but this was the best reaction you’ve ever gotten. They were terrified.

“So do you finally feel like you got your revenge?” Tate asked, smiling brightly at you.

“Yeah, thanks for helping me,” you said, pulling him into a tight hug.

“You don’t have to thank me. I’d do anything for you.”

~

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Shuffle × The Numbing Noir Neige

La Mort chapter 5

Ritsu

"......!"

(Ah, I'm scared....When Anija glares at me, he knows it's acting but why is he absorb at it.)

<The next day>

Kohaku

"Thank you for coming all the way to the town, Hardy.

"Today was fun. The gloomy winter sky looking radiant is like a lie."

Rei

"This is one will say thank you. It's the first time in a while I forgot about work and was able to relax like this."

"I'm tired today. It's about time I'm going home.

Kohaku

"Ah. See you tomorrow at church”

Ritsu

"............"

"... No way, he's wearing a human name and putting his shoulders on him."

Rei

"Did you see it, 'Grim Reaper of Eternity'——”

"It's a bad hobby to eavesdrop in others. In addition, dictating the work-contrary to the unspoken rules of the Grim Reaper."

"I'm surprised that you who aren't interested in others is sticking to this. I will not tolerate you anymore if will follow me again."

Ritsu

"Yeah. Was it good to argue so much? ”

"But the rule violation is the same. It is clearly against the rules of the god of death to feel emotional to humans."

"If you stray away from the rules, you will be covered by the god of death's sickle...you know."

Rei

"I don't have any feelings in that human. My main job is to give that boy the despair and then take his life."

"If your in my way, I won't keep silent."

Ritsu

"......!"

(Ah, I'm scared....When Anija glares at me, he knows it's acting but why is he absorb at it.)

(But it looks like it's OK now. It seemed like we would both get sick if we took a long time to shoot in the sun, so I'm relieved.)

Rei

......Hmm. When I act like a devil, my shoulders get stiff.

Ritsu

You're tired Anija

It was a better performance than I expected. It's my first time seeing such face?

I wasn't feeling better than usual today, so I wondered how are you.

Rei

...........

......Oukawa-kun. I want to talk about the

scene this next shooting, is it alright.

Kohaku

Ah, yeah.  I'm good

Rather than that, is Rei-han in fight with Ritsu-han? It's awkward ignoring him in front of you?

Rei

Oh. I didn't mean to ignore him.

It was my bad, Ritsu-kun. I had so many thoughts in my head and didn't hear you talk.

Ritsu

It alright. If you couldn't hear it, that's fine. My voice is too low, no one would ever notice it.

(Well, ignore me again !?)

(Even though I walked up to him, why is he reacting that...?)

(I don't know what you're thinking about, but if that's what you're thinking about, I too―)

Nagisa

......hmm. It's kind of disturbing

... I hope it doesn't cause any trouble during shooting. Mayoi What did you think of them?

Mayoi

Wow, does you say it's a shame that you ask me the opinions of others? It's a heavy load to leave Nagisa-san and asking me an opinion...!

Nagisa

... But we should exchange more words, you know.

... I think Mayoi has already heard that teamwork has become an issue in the previous "shuffle planning".

....... Not only the Sakuma brothers, but you and Koha-kun are also newcomers. You should communicate more to know each other.

Mayoi

But. Isn't it annoying...?

Nagisa

...acting is a special skill. It seems that both of them worked well to grasp the role, but the completeness of the acting is hidden in the detailed actions.

.......I will teach you what I learned in "Dramatica"

Mayoi

Oh, thank you very much

I also felt unpleasant about this shooting, so it's best to deal with it.

If I had noticed, I should have said it earlier...excuse me.

Nagisa

......No. It is important that human thoughts are usually hidden. No one can forbid thoughts. But it's because it gives birth to compassion for others that it happen.

......Let's ask them when they come back in the location tonight

........Sakuma-kun and Rintsuki-kun. Let's see what each other thinks about each other

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