#AAAHHHH SHRIEKS

[thisnameisnotspokenfor]

Chapter 33: The Game finishing snippet

as celebration for hitting 500+ reblogs here is the super rough snippet of the game section! It's still in it's rough stages, and there's still a lot left to go- I was really trying to recapture the vibe from the library chapter while still staying new/fresh I guess! (this will probably be very different from the finished product!)

“Asha?” Cepheus’s voice cut through her thoughts like a knife as she halted. Now both ‘dragon’ and knights were staring at her as she stood there, frozen.

“H-hello Cepheus,” she smiled, giving him a small wave.

“Hi Asha!” he smiled as Corvias stared at her.

“...Bye Cepheus.”

“Bye Asha!” he called as Corvias incredulously looked from him to her before fervently hopping. “Oh….OH- WAIT A MINUTE- PRINCESS GET BACK HERE!” Cepheus yelled as he took off after her.

“HELP!” She screamed once again as the star continued to chase after her. “THIS WAS A MISTAKE AAAHHHH-,”

“After them!” cried the children who followed in pursuit.

“No, you silly kids don’t follow me! How am I supposed to get to you if you’re behind him?!” She cried watching as they charged after the star. “Nooo!” she groaned.

“Keep running Asha!” Mrs. Zahira called.

“Circle around! Do a backflip!” Mr. Armin called. 

“I can’t do a backflip!” She wailed as she continued sprinting around the market, watching as the star grew closer and closer.

“He’s gaining on you!” Mrs. Akinemi laughed as she tore past her.

No kidding. 

Her headstart had done her little good as he quickly gained ground, somehow managing to nearly close the distance as she ran both through the crowd and around the stalls. No wonder the king had found stars terrifying. For someone who’d claimed to be so weak amongst his own kind, Cepheus’s strength and speed were insane!

“SOMEBODY SAVE ME!” she screamed, taking a sharp turn around another stall as the star continued following. “PLEASE!” 

She shrieked as the audience roared with laughter and cheers as she continued running, silently cursing at the fact that she hadn’t worn better shoes.

“That’s what we’re trying to do!” Edda called in between pants as Aelar said something in Ischanian.

“Bob and weave Asha!” Phoebe advised as the children trailed behind.

“What do you think I’m trying to do?!” she called, running past Mr. Armin’s stall, where he was currently talking to Mr. Kurkaus and Mr. Leitus.

“I’m telling you, Armin, you give it a day or two and I bet you hot chocolate will take off in Rosas!”

“In this weather? Hmm, not likely,” Mr. Armin shook his head as Asha dashed past Mrs. Kurkaus’s stall. 

“What?! But we’re drinking tea right now!!” Mr. Kurkaus exclaimed as he incredulously gestured to the tea set on Mr. Armin’s stall. “ How is hot chocolate any different?!”

“Asha he’s hiding behind Bellerose’s stall waiting to ambush you!” Mr. Leitus called as he poured himself a cup of tea.

“Traitor!” the star indignantly called to Mr. Leitus as he reappeared a few yards in front of Asha. “I’ll remember this! You’ll see!”

“Thank you, sir!” Asha yelled as she took off in the opposite direction as the star continued giving chase.

“Asha,” the star sang sounding too close for comfort. Oh God, she wasn’t going to make it, was she?

“No- PLEASE-,” she screeched. 

“Scream louder Asha, I don’t think all of Rosas has heard you yet,” the star called, sounding far closer than she wanted.

She didn’t know where she was going, just that she needed to get back to the children. The children who were now behind- “AAAAHHHH!” She screamed as she felt arms wrap around her, pulling her to a stop. 

“Yep. There we go!” The star called, his voice filling her ears as she began to struggle against his grasp.

There was no way she was going down fighting, not after she’d put in this much effort into escaping! 

Shifting her arms and legs around his, she’d kneeled down. Then she’d turned herself around quickly wrapping her arms around his neck, as she slowly began to squeeze. Her legs wrapped around his sides, nearly straddling him as she used every ounce of strength to tighten her hold.

Somewhere behind her, she could hear the children’s footsteps come to a halt behind her just as the star released a strangled grasp.

A choir of groans and gasps greeted her from her surrounding audience as she continued tightening the choke hold. The adults winced as Aelar and the other children jumped in excitement.

“Cool!” Diego called as they struggled against one another. The star was holding back, but that wouldn’t stop Asha from 

“That’s a nasty chokehold,” Mr. Armin grimaced as Mrs. Akinemi whistled. 

“There goes the windpipe,” Mrs. Zahra winced before playing a small tune on her fiddle.

“No wonder Sabino didn’t bother with him! He knew she’d put him down herself!” Mr. Leitus called.

“I think he’s still conscious!” Mrs. Bellerose cried. “Poor kid!”

“Go easy on him Asha!” Mr. Bjorn commented. 

“If you insist,” Asha replied, quickly removing her legs from the star’s waist before firmly planting them back on the ground. She still hadn’t released her hold on his neck, nor had she planned to as she’d carefully regained her balance before tightening it even further.

The star’s body nearly slackened for a moment before she’d felt him move, this time far more vigorously as he’d tried to tear himself away from her hold, hurriedly grumbling something in Cosmelathian.

“Fight princess! Fight!” Edda screamed as the star had placed a hand on her side. Fear had engulfed her as for a moment she’d wondered if he’d scratch her with his nails. But He’d offered no further resistance as the crowd continued to grow, shouting and cheering.

‘Fight princess! Fight!’ They’d sang as she grunted trying to secure her chokehold. 

Oh, she was fighting all right. 

A raspy sound had escaped the star as he’d staggered forward once more, moving his head as she’d nearly wrestled him to the ground. 

He was trying to prevent her from locking it in. 

A wise decision on his part as she’d continue to struggle to secure it. he definitely knew his way around combative maneuvers, confirming to her this his counter in the library had been anything but coincidental. He’d only feigned ignorance, probably to hide the fact that he was a far better combatant than he’d purposefully misled both her and her grandfather to believe. 

Combining technique with his strength was a monstrous combination, but she hadn’t gained the reputation for being one of the best wrestlers in a tavern full of warriors and criminals for working strictly under ideal conditions. She’d dealt with worse just like she was going to deal with him.

“Cepheus!” She called over the sounds of their struggle and the crowd’s growing excitement as they’d taken sides cheering either her or the star on. “You thought this was going to be easy? Didn’t you?” she’d whispered to the star as she’d refused to let go.

The star laughed, moving in a near blur as she felt him suddenly slip and vanish from her hold. He’d moved so fast that she’d barely seen how he escaped, but it didn’t matter as the now freed star stood mere inches in front of her with his smile noticeably absent.

What was he-?!

She’d screamed as he stepped forward, his arms wrapping around her and lifting her.

 First, she saw the sky. She’d nearly thought she was flying until she’d felt the pull of gravity again as she’d felt herself being hoisted down as the star hummed.

He hadn’t- he couldn’t!!!

She gasped as she saw the children’s shocked faces staring at her as his hold had tightened around her knees.

Oh no.

She had no idea what sort of move he’d used against her. But she doubted it mattered when she’d now found herself firmly planted on top of the star’s shoulders.

“What the-?!” She’d cried incredulously, as she helplessly flailed her arms. Oh no, no, no, no!

“That was amazing…” Diego whispered.

“What kind of move was that?!” Phoebe cried as the crowd watched on in awe, a few even cheering for the star as he held her victoriously.

“He lifted her like she was a bag of feathers!” Kelsey exclaimed. 

“Just another wonderful day in Rosas!” The star victoriously sang as he’d shifted her on his shoulder. His arm gently rested behind her knees.

Oh, the grin she’d pictured on his face was too much as she’d struggled in vain against his iron grip once more. 

This wasn’t supposed to be how it went! She was supposed to be free! Not captured- like- like this! 

She paused, looking at the faces of the children who looked as if they couldn’t decide on whether or not to laugh or to cry. “Not one word,” she threatened.

“Can we negotiate?” Phoebe asked as Asha felt the last bit of sanity leave her. The children had begun following after the star as he’d headed back towards the fountain.

“Please!” Phoebe begged as the star paused in front of Mrs. Kurkaus’s stall. Her snow cloud from the previous day was still there, releasing a rather heavy snowfall as the star shifted Asha once more on his shoulder.

“Reverting to diplomacy now?” Cepheus looked unimpressed as the children shrugged.

“It’s worth a shot,” Diego spoke. 

Now Asha was desperate, and desperate times always called for desperate measures. That’s why she’d reached out, collecting the flurries and snowflakes that had accumulated between her fingers.

This was her last chance. Her last chance.

If this didn’t work then nothing would.

 “Hmm unless it’s food, I don’t think there’s much you all could- ACK!” he yelled, as the snowball collided with the side of his face. The whole market fell silent as he immediately released Asha who more than happily scrambled away from him.

It had only been when she’d put a few yards between them had the reality of her situation truly hit her.

She, Asha, mild manner peasant of Rosas, had just hit a reality-bending supernatural being who possibly wanted to destroy Rosas, in the face, with a ball of snow.

…What had she done?!

There was no way she’d just willingly pelted Cepheus, of all people, with a snowball!!! 

“Uhh,” she started as the star slowly turned towards her. Snow fell from his face as he stared at her. 

Was it too late to say sorry?

The answer to her question had come when a snowball had suddenly appeared in the star’s hand. His claw-like fingers tightly gripped it as he took one step towards her. Then another.

Uh oh.

“Cepheus- I,” oh he was coming now. 

“Asha,” he sang.

“Cepheus no!” She squealed, narrowly dodging as something white and small raced past her before colliding with a surprised Mr. Leiutus.

“Oops,” the star murmured watching as the man blinked in shock. Mr. Kurkaus cackled with laughter as Mr. Leiutus glared. “Let me try that again,” he sighed reaching for more snow. 

Wait again?! “No!” Asha wailed as she ducked behind Mr. Armin’s stall. “I repent! Please!”

“Oh no you don’t,” Mr. Leitus interjected as he ran to Mrs. Kurkaus’s stall and created his own snowball. “Thought you could pull a fast one on me did you?!” he yelled to the star who pointed to himself in confusion. “Take this!” He yelled, hurling the ball at the star who promptly ducked as the ball instead hit Mr. Kurkaus.

“AUGH!” Mr. Kurkaus cried, wiping the snow from his face. “You did that on purpose!”

“Partially!” Mr. Leitus confessed. “I was aiming for him!”

“How were you aiming for him when he’s to your right but I’m to your left?! That makes no sense Alaric!”

“I don’t know, I just threw a ball! If you don’t like it do something!”

“Alright then!” Mr. Kurkaus replied, racing towards his wife's stall as Mr. Leitus tensed.

“Uh oh,” he panicked before hobbling away. “No! I can’t run! Please!” he yelled as Mr. Kurkaus reappeared, now holding several snowballs of his own.

“HA!” he yelled, hurling four snowballs toward the screaming Mr. Leitus. 

But instead of hitting his target, the first one hit Mrs.Zahra and her violin, abruptly ending her tune. “Ack!” she’d cried, lowering her violin as her husband snickered, before promptly being hit as well.

“Aah!” cried Thatcher as the third snowball hit him in the shoulder, an impressive feat considering that he’d never been remotely close to Mr. Leitus to begin with.

“What in the-,” Maria started, narrowly ducking the snowball as it instead hit Moireach.

“Hey!” Moireach yelled. “What the heck-?!”

“Sorry!” Mr. Kurkaus called. “I don’t know how that happened. I’m usually pretty good at snowball throwing…”

“Pretty good? Aldo, you’re worse than me!” Mr. Leitus teased as both Mrs. Zahra, Moireach and Thatcher raced towards the stall, quickly making their own snowballs as Mr. Kurkaus began to back away.

“Hey now…it was a mistake! I didn’t mean to hit you! What are you doing?! Stop! Ah!” He screamed as the trio began to chase him, all hurling snowballs in his direction.

“Don’t worry love!” Mrs. Kurkaus called, leaving her stall’s size to grab a snowball of her own. “I’ll save you!”

“Oh no, you won’t! Not on my watch!” Mr. Armin replied as he joined the fray.

Soon the market was complete and total chaos as snowballs soared overhead. The sounds of laughter and screams filled the air as people raced to and fro trying to pummel each other with the ever-growing snow cloud that had begun to spread over the market square. 

“Okay, knights!” Edda called to the children who’d huddled behind the fountain, and away from the flying snowballs. “Our distractions don’t get better than this! Operation save princess attempt 3 is ready!”

“Just attempt 3? I could’ve sworn it was at least attempt 5-,” Thatcher started.

“Look it doesn’t matter okay? We just need to save Asha! Does anyone have any ideas!” 

“I think….I might have an idea,” Aelar said softly as everyone turned to him. “But we are going to need help.”

Now Was this Asha’s fault? She wondered as she’d taken shelter behind an overturned table, safely away from the heart of the now snowy chaos.

Probably.

Was she going to take responsibility for this? Absolutely not! 

But as she’d looked over the tabletop and took in the sight of the laughing people, playing with each other, she could scarcely believe that just a few days ago, so many of them had been sad and bored, wishing for a change. A change, that despite its terrible catalyst had now made life in the once very quiet city of Hamlet…exciting.

It was just like the star had said, wasn’t it? Their wishes had been granted, and for the time being, they’d all seemed happier because of it. Had there been some truth to his words? None of this would’ve been possible without him or his power and yet, no, she shook her head, promptly dismissing the thought and the dangerous implication it carried. Right now she had bigger problems to worry about, like the crazy star that she had lost sight of in the crowd. Where were her knights?

“Asha-,”

They better not have given up on her!

“Hey, Asha!” came a harsh whisper, snapping her out of her thoughts as Edda suddenly appeared at her side, startling her.

“Edda?!” she exclaimed before the girl hushed her.

“Not so loud! You don’t want the dragon finding you!”

“Right,” she nodded, somewhat annoyed that she’d forgotten his super hearing. “What are you doing here?”

“Aelar has a plan.”

“He does?”

Edda nodded, reaching into her pocket,  “he does. But if you wanna be rescued, we’re gonna need your help.” 

“Isn’t that cheating?” Asha asked.

“Do you wanna stay with him for eternity?”

“Fair point,” she conceded as Edda anxiously looked around the clearing once more. Then when she was certain they were alone, she held one of their wooden swords forward. 

“Are you in?”

It had been five minutes since Edda had told her the plan, and five minutes without any sign of the star. Now she was worried, if not for the game, then for the possibility that the star had possibly used the game as a distraction to sneak off to somewhere she wouldn’t want him to be. But he wouldn’t do that, right? At least she hoped not.

Her eyes scanned the still chaotic marketplace, watching as Abigail had thrown one snowball only to be immediately pelted by three incoming ones. Her shrieks filled the air as her friends laughed, dragging their friend back behind their makeshift shelter as more snowballs were exchanged and thrown.

Where was the star?  Better yet where was Lady Allard?! Surely the hour had been up and the food was ready!

Her last question had been answered as she’d heard Lady Allard’s ill-fated voice. She’d peaked over the tabletop, as the crowd of officials and arrivals came into view.

She’d meant to warn her. She did. She wasn’t sure how she was going to, but she never got the chance as Lady Allard stepped forward gesturing to the market. “And as you can see this is the market-  the quietest place in to-,” her voice came to a halt as a snowball collided with the side of her face.

Now the once chaotic market had gone quiet. 

All watched with bated breath as the noblewoman slowly wiped the snow from her face. 

“Who….threw that ball?” She started as she trembled. “Out with it!” She screamed. “Which one of you hit me with that snowball!”

No one said anything as they exchanged glances.

“It wasn’t me-,”

“I didn’t have a snowball in my hand-,”

“Keeping your comrade’s silence, huh? Fine then!  I’ll just have to destroy all of you!” She cried, storming towards the nearest pile of snow as she took a handful of snow. She halted, looking towards her officials angrily as she yelled, “Don’t just stand there! Avenge me you fools!”

“Oh…OH RIGHT! Yes!” They’d nodded in agreement, nearly stumbling over each other as they reached her pile of snow before charging after her toward a group of people.

They’d all screamed and scattered as the chaos resumed. 

“Oh gosh, what have I gotten myself into,” Asha groaned as she huddled behind the fallen table. She couldn’t see the star anywhere…. Should she attempt another escape? Ugh, she hoped the ground wasn’t icy, but come to think of it, despite the amount of snow that had been accumulating, the weather hadn’t felt colder than normal, which should’ve been impossible given Rosas’s geographical position.

She shook her head, grumbling,  “It’s literally snowing in Rosas. It never snows in Rosas. Of course, it wouldn’t we’re way too close to the equator for this. how is it snowing?!”

“Take an educated guess princess,” the star answered as he pulled the table away from her. A fairly sized snowball sat in his right hand as he looked at her thoughtfully. 

“Cepheus!” she screamed, doing her best to scramble away from the star as far as she could. Of course, she hadn’t gotten far, she knew she couldn’t, not when she’d felt that familiar telekinetic hold on her, purposefully slowing her down as he calmly walked towards her.

 Now she began to understand how Safi’s mice had felt whenever they’d been cornered by 

Charo, who’d been all too willing to drag the process out. 

But she needed to stall. She’d deduced that much as she’d caught sight of Phoebe’s figure sneaking closer, her eyes pleading with her to give them time. Fine. 

It was time to get unethical again.. 

“N-now let’s not get too hasty here Cepheus!” ” she started with an uneasy smile. “Surely we can resolve this without resorting to violence!”

“Says the woman who threw me in a chokehold,” the star murmured as he neared.

“Which was admittedly not the best decision I’ve made today, but I’ve now seen the error of my ways!” She grinned nervously.

“Have you, princess?” he was still coming closer. She’d contemplated begging him to accept defeat, but knowing those children, there was no way they’d be satisfied with a simple victory over the star.

She nodded, “Yes I have! And you know! I’ve been doing a lot of thinking lately-,”

“Mmhm.” Think Asha! Think! The moment he grabs you, it’s over! But what could she say to make him stop? 

Nothing seemed to work, nothing save for- “ her eyes landed on Mrs. Bellerose’s abandoned flower stall behind him as an idea hit her. 

“Vincas!” she screamed, pointing to the flower stall.

He stopped, looking at her as if she’d grown two heads before repeating, “Vincas?”

She nodded, thanking God that he’d actually come to a stop. “yeah you know, I was trying to think of which flowers reminded me of you and I settled for vincas.”

The star stopped, looking back at the beautiful flower stall. He wasn’t smiling anymore as he examined the flowers in question, completely missing when Asha had quietly pulled out the wooden sword that Edda had given her. “Little red flowers remind you of…me?”

She couldn’t tell if he was shocked or disgusted. Knowing how he’d felt about red stars, maybe both. She nodded, holding his attention as the surrounding children continued to creep closer amidst the chaos. “Of course they do. You know, here on earth they have a really good meaning.”

“Protection, friendship, and happiness.” she’d shrugged as she slowly eased herself to her knees and back onto her feet. “You know, things that those flowers reminded you of me.” oh she was nearly shaking now as she neared him. 

She hadn’t missed the frown on his face as she’d said the word ‘love’ but it had given her enough strength, or rather spite to charge forward. 

Immediately his arm flew forward, catching her hand with the wooden sword in it, just like she’d anticipated.  shifting herself around as she’d pushed herself downwards, using her momentum to trip the star. She’d been shocked when he’d actually gone down with her, wrestling and rolling around in the snow as she’d pinned him beneath her.

He’d blinked in surprise, looking at her and the wooden tip that had hovered a few inches over her chest as his hand still held her wrist. “Hmm, call me crazy, but I think I’m getting a sense of deja vu here. A rather pleasant one, really.”

“Deja vu, huh?” she spat, trying to push against the star’s strength. “You know cepheus…” she grunted. Why was he so strong?! “If you think I look beautiful in defeat, you should see how I look in victory-,”

“Victory?” he asked, looking shocked as the sound of the children’s screams cut through the air. They’d flung themselves all over his limbs, as she’d held him down.

“Now!” thatcher cried as Aelar appeared with his wooden sword, tapping it against his chest before he firmly planted it beneath the star’s arm.

“AAAAAHHHHH!” the star screamed, as the surrounding snow fight ceased. Asha and the children quickly crawled off of him as he sat up, clutching his chest. 

All eyes watching as his trembling hand reached for the wooden sword, unable to pull it out before he wailed “BLOOD! BLOOD! BLOOD!!” He wailed, falling over dramatically as he reached towards Asha, imitating the movement of what she guessed was…a dying dragon? She didn’t know. She studied stars, not dragons. “AND DEATH!” he’d finished before going completely still as the market broke out into cheers.

“WE DID IT!” thatcher screamed.

“We saved the princess!” Phoebe cried, excitedly hugging her doll.

“Aelar your plan was genius!” Edda exclaimed as the other children nodded in agreement.

“Thank you,” he began, smiling shyly. Before turning to Asha, “Thank you for playing with us miss.”

“It was no problem,” she said with a small curtsy, before kicking the star’s foot with hers. “I knew I could count on you all to put the wicked dragon down.”

“Free cheers for the knights of Rosas!” Mr. Leitus exclaimed, “Hip-hip!”

“Hooray!” yelled the crowd as they lifted the knights into the air. She couldn't quite stop the smile that came to her face as she watched Aelar excitedly talk to the kids who’d eagerly nodded. Maybe it had been too early to decide, but she had a feeling that he would fit right in with the other children of Rosas. 

Sensing that the crowd was now distracted, Asha leaned down towards the star, “Hey are you okay?”

He smugly grinned, removing the sword from his side, “never been better. That was a pretty convincing performance wasn’t it? Hmm maybe I should take up theatre.” he took her hand as she helped him up. “I would be amazing in theatre. I can see it now!”

“Eh, I wouldn't quit my night job if I were you,” she joked, earning herself a string of 

Cosmelathian words as the pair followed after the crowd into her grandfather’s bakery. 

[echantedtoon]

Monster Rengoku Oneshot

Just something small I thought of writing.

(This is based on the Cryptid Rengoku x Listener video by Anigomi on YouTube linked below.

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=TP-mA38n4fY&list=LL&index=8&pp=gAQBiAQB )

You awakened with a gasp, bolting up and panting as you pushed yourself up from the bed you laid upon. 

The night feeling chilly as your hands came up to your face as you groaned and rubbed it. Man...What a weird dream. That giant dragon looked too real and frightful. Your mom was right. You had to stop staying up so late. Judging by how dark it was, it must've only been a few hours into the night. Well at least you could go back to sleep now-...You paused when your weight shifted and the soft bed was suddenly rough and-....stick like?? Like you were laying upon a bunch of branches and twigs. Opening your eyes, you strained to adjust to the dark surrounding you and suddenly realized with a jolt, you were feeling cold because you WERE OUTSIDE!!! You stared as moonlight seeped through from the giant moon above you lighting up what looked like to be a forest, and you were at the very top of a tree on something flat and made of sticks. ...This was NOT your bedroom. As your mind tried to figure out how you could've possibly ended up in a tree in the middle of no where, your luck instantly got WORSE when something BIG blocked the moon as it's shadow loomed over you. You're blood went cold and body froze as whatever it was shifted above you. As if you were in a horror movie, your body acted on it's own as you turned around and looked up the black body of the feathered beat that somehow didn't break the tree top with how BIG it was. And your eyes went small.

A. GIANT. FIGURE. WAS. STARING. AT. YOU!!!

It didn't seem too happy either as it suddenly snapped it's arms out and delivered what could only be described as a mix between a fox shriek and a lion roar. You screamed, both voices echoing out throughout the forest and scrambled back-

"AAAHHHH!!"

Your arms flailed out as you suddenly went backwards and down you went over the edge. Your screams of tumbling down from a tree were cut short as it felt like you hit every single branch on your way down. Pain exploded everywhere your body made contact with the branches until finally with a final thud, your body fell hard onto soft grass. Knocking the air out of your lungs and you gasping for air on your side. Your body was in pain from everywhere your body hit the tree and you were sure it would leave bruises and scratches later. You coughed and gasped for air, lungs burning but you nearly stopped breathing again when the same call came from the thing above making your body feel like it was dipped in ice as your heartbeats sore. Adrenaline kicked in know as your body wobbled and felt so light, not to mention hurt, as you forced yourself to stand and start walk-running away, swaying as you still gasped for air but your panicked state didn't care about the pain or anything as you somehow quickly got your balance back and started running through the dark. The sounds and darkness of the forest blocked almost all moonlight as you blindly ran to try and get away from the giant demon monster, to keep from being eaten. You ran...and ran...and ran blindly in the dark with your hands in front of you barefoot. Branches and other plants hitting your legs and face as you did, the sounds of the bird thing behind you disappearing as you kept running. At one point you had the brilliant idea to look behind you to see if anything was following you-

"AH!"

Your foot once again got caught on something. You screamed as your body went tumbling head over heels down a hill in the dark. Your already sore and hurt body becoming even more so as you rolled and rolled and rolled until you finally came to a stop at the bottom of it onto your back, with your body facing the sky. Your vision swam and your head spun as you stared up dizzily at the sky as your vision blurred. Everything went around and around in circles until something looked down at you blocking out the moon and stars. Red eyes boring into yours.

"This game of chase was quite delightful! It was very clever of you try hiding from me in a tree!! Unfortunately I should've mentioned that I could climb trees just as easily as I could hunt."

Your vision finally refocused until you finally got a look at what was tickling your cheeks. Blood red eyes with nothing but a tiny white dot for a pupil stared at you. A lumbering furry mass in similar build to a werewolf stared down at you intently with the focus of a hungry lion spotting a wounded deer. Ears peeked up high end a large smile full of just are red fangs in a similar style to a Cheshire cat. The large head tilted at you and you discovered that the thing tickling your face was the longer strands of his fiery mane. His entire body was entirely blonde except where it dipped into dark oranges and crimson reds. The dark black claw that curiously nudged your forehead when you didn't respond to him was an example of that

"Well you could've been a little more tactful..I could've broken something falling like that." You were already sore and he was lucky you didn't break something.

"But then it wouldn't be chase!," he commented leaning further over. "Although I was quite surprised by how frightened you were. Perhaps I won't scare you awake next time."

Now you remembered where you were. Kyojuro insisted on playing 'chase' again which seemed to be his favorite game but to you it was just a scarier version of hide and seek. You'd climb a tree to hopefully avoid him tackling you to the ground again while playing but you must've fallen asleep considering how late it was. You also had forgotten about his heightened sense of smell and hearing too.

"Maybe let's take a break from games that you always win at."

You sat up slowly with a groan at the soreness of your poor body. Ducking under his head and not paying him too much attention as two giant hands picked you up from under the arms and hold you up in the air. 

"SPLENDID!! Then you can choose to become my mate then!"

"That again?" You strained to look over your shoulder at his face. "You ask me that every time I visit you."

"And I have yet to get an answer!"

Behind him you could faintly hear the sounds of his tail wagging. As fluffy as the rest of him. Sometimes you wondered if he was a werewolf but he looked too fox like. A werefox? Was there even such a thing? Was he a hybrid of two or more cryptids? Or was he something differently entirely? Maybe a mutated werewolf?

"The only way I'll agree to it is if I say yes."

...His head tilted eyes crinkling in mischief. "So you're saying that you only agree to it if you say yes?"

"Yes-"

"THEN IT'S SETTLED!! YOU STAY HERE NOW!!"

You stared at him wide eyed. "What?! No! I didn't agree to that!"

"You said you agree if you said 'yes' and you said it twice! So you stay!"

"WHAT?! NO!!" You struggled and kicked out in midair causing him to chuckle at your useless flailing in his arms. "I didn't say yes to that-"

"THREE TIMES NOW!! WOW!! YOU MUST REALLY WANT TO STAY!"

"KYOJURO!!"

"Y/N!! That's everyone here!"

"Put me down!"

"Say please."

You glared at his face. "...please?"

"Nope! I'm taking you home now."

"I didn't say yes to this!"

"FOUR TIMES!"

"KYO!!"

[seraphinitegames]

The Wayhaven Chronicles—Update 31/March/2023

Oh my word! THIS IS IT! The last update before Book Three is released!!!

If you can hear intense shrieking, it's just me, don't worry, hehe! :D

This week I got even more test playthroughs done of the final files and got back to Hosted Games about those, so that was fun but also so scary—to think this is it! A few days and Book Three will be released!!

We're still pushing forward on the build-up content! Hope you guys are enjoying that! Also working on some really fun and interesting things to come on Patreon starting next month, including the Spring Scenario Specials!

The winning scenarios from the poll were:

- Pet sitting Dylan (the firestation's golden retriever)

- A couple's self-care day

- Paintballing

- Spring cleaning the MC's apartment

Good choices, guys! :D I'm not sure which love interest will get which scenario yet, but I already have some very inspiring ideas, hehe!

It'll be good to have those to think on next week. On the one hand, I'm so nervous about release I can't think of much else, but on the other hand once it's released I know I'll really be able to throw myself into Book Four planning, and I am seriously excited for that!

Not the most cohesive update, I'm sorry. My brain is a super mush lately because I really can't focus on much else than the release with it SO close!

Next week, it'll all be focused on the release on April 6th!

Hope you all have a fabulous weekend! We'll be offline as usual, so I'll talk to you all on release day!! Aaahhhh!! <3

[chthonicgodling]

SO! Now that the Big Disappearance debacle is illustrated and shared, we return to the rest of the events of the summer - nothing quite as dramatic but definitely more silly Drama to share and teehee I have not been sharing those details on tumblr EITHER so yippeee some new scenes and surprises finallyyy for you guys here 😇😇 presently im once again sifting through Canon Convos to illustrate next in order to share as many *crucial* scenes as I can in a very limited period of time and THE NEXT THINGS COMING MUUUST BE SHORTER THAN MY 69 PAGE DEBACLE SO I absolutely MUST cut more than I want to illustration wise. aaahhhh. coming soon. HOWEVER

That being said, let me share with u guys a scene being cut for time: the Canon Convo™ gag from literally the morning after the last page of the big comic, where the Taki Fuego trio fell tenderly asleep together reunited🥰💕💕….

ONLY TO WAKE UP WITH A SCREAM-GASP TO EeL FUCKING GONE AGAIN FROM BETWEEN THEM-

-oh he just went to see his kids. ok never mind. phew.

… still LOOL god FUCKING DAMMIT, LOKI, WHAT THE FUCK (it's all fine 😭) (KILLS HIM, affectionately) ("What are you searching for?" 🥺says EeL, picture of innocence, as Maci and Tory STUMBLE FRANTICALLY INTO THE KIDS ROOM AND THEN SIGH IN RELIEF TO SEE HIM JUST CASUALLY SITTING THERE

Yeah I'd love to draw this but iiiiii just don't have the time to spare for it 😭 RIPPPPP definitely more important things to get to. but still. lmao. Picture Maci softly waking up to a Loki-shaped Outline Blank Space in the bed and SHRIEKING TORY AWAKE. “We're handcuffing him to the bed when he's back this time," wails Maci, mid second heart attack, (nah it’s fine he was just down the hall fgkfkf)

[violet-moonstone]

Wings of War Chapter 1 (Preview/Rough Draft)

Working on a HTTYD fic that (for now) is called Wings of War. I have a feeling it's going to take me a very long time to write and that I won't update super often, so I thought I would post bits and pieces while I'm working on it before I put polished chapters on AO3. Here's the (rough) beginning of Chapter 1:

This is Berk, a cold, rocky island surrounded by sea stacks and crashing waves, full of cliffs and towering evergreens through which the wind howls eerily at night and sings in the early hours of the dawn. Our island is dotted with wooden houses and mead halls, earthen huts and stone arenas, farms with turnips and cabbage, yak and sheep. Among these structures live our people: proud, strong Vikings in wool and leather, armed with iron and steel and of course…dragons.

A Monstrous Nightmare to be exact — a flash of midnight blue accented by a grey the same colour as the early morning sky. And on the dragon’s back are a young girl and her younger brother, screeching as they do their best not to fall to their deaths. They speed above and around the farms of the less-populated areas of Berk, startling farmers and their animals alike. An impossibly old man named Mildew nearly tumbles into a puddle but for the sheep at his back steadying him. He raises his fist in the air, cursing the unholy children who, after all these years, insist upon tormenting him with their blasted dragons.

Zephyr and Nuffink are already climbing too high into the air to hear the profanities being screeched up at them. If Moonscale weren’t doing her best to keep the tiny humans on her back from plummeting to their demise, she might give the wrinkly old human below a heated response. But luckily, they fly off and away to a forested area of Berk, leaving the villagers safe...for now.

On an average day in Berk, you can see Terrible Terrors delivering mail, Gronckles and Hotburples in forges, Changewings playing hide and seek with local children, Timberjacks ferrying people and goods to and from nearby islands. Our isle is home to all sorts.

And a girl trying to teach her brother to love flying. The day is not going quite as she planned.

“AAAAAAHHHHH ZEPHYR!” Nuffink shrieks. “We’re too high, too high!”

“Nuffink, I can’t see how high we are when you’re blinding me!” Zephyr pulls at the little hands that grasp desperately at her face.

“Ohgodsohgodsimagonnadie!”

“Nuffink, you’re not gonna—”

“Down! Please let me down!”

Zephyr tries again to gain control of the reigns, but pulls to hard and Moonscale banks to one side, huffing in frustration as Nuffink digs his heels to her flank. Soon, they dip too far and begin to spin. Nuffnk yells even louder, directly into Zephyr’s ear.

“AAAHHHH!”

Zephyr winces. “Nuffink you need to calm down! You’re freaking Moonscale out!”

“She’s freaking me out!”

Out of the corner of her eye, Zephyr can see the blonde braids of Ingrid Ingerman, and beneath her, the purple and gold of her Deadly Nadder, Nightshade. They glide to Moonscale’s side. “I told you this was a bad idea!”

“Oh!” Zephyr shouts, “well that’s a lot of help now, thanks!”

“You’re welcome,” Ingrid replies flatly.

From behind them, Zephyr hears a soft voice, barely a whisper above the Autumn wind. Ingrid’s sister Inga is calling out, but too quietly for them to hear.

“What?” They yell in unison. Ingrid, more successfully than Zephyr, turns in her saddle to try and hear Inga’s words.

They are repeated in a louder, deeper voice from her brother Ingvar. “Look out!”

The two girls have but a moment to eye each other in confusion before they pull up sharply to avoid the suddenly taller treeline before them.

“Phew,” Zephyr exclaims in relief, but too quickly.

“I’m...I’m gonna throw up,” Nuffink wheezes.

Ingrid makes a face. “Oh gods, not again.”

Zephyr scowls at her. “Hey!”

Ingrid shrugs. “If you wanna scrub puke out of the seams of your saddle, be my guest! Just don’t ask me for help this time.”

Zephyr ignores her. “Hey,” she says over her shoulder to Nuffink, trying to yell above the wind in as calming a manner as possible, “we’re just going to find a clearing to land so you can—”

“No, no, no,” Nuffink pleads, his voice muffled against his sister’s back. “Not in the woods! Take me home, please!”

“What’s he so afraid of?” Ingvar asks in a voice that rivals his Thunderdrum. “The woods are just trees. And we have dragons.”

“The dragons make him more scared, muttonhead!” Zephyr snaps at him.

“Hmm,” Inga muses from the back of her pale blue Gronckle, finally close enough to be heard. “He doesn’t look to good, Zeph. Maybe we should land, just for a little bit.”

Zephyr hesitates for a moment, biting her lip. Then she feels her brother’s tears rolling onto her neck. She shakes her head before speeding back towards Berk’s centre.

The Ingerman triplets cast each other wary glances before taking off after her.

You will find an image of Vikings and dragons living in harmony, living and growing in a connection that has lasted for 20 years and will last many more. We defend each other, loyal to the end, integral part of each others’ lives. But the peace between the Vikings of Berk and dragons is not universal. Every so often, we face a new foe, whether it be dragon hunters, poachers, or even those who want to train dragons for nefarious means. They claw at the edges of Berk’s influence of our allies and the settlements we’ve built to house the many who flock to Berk, who see it as a beacon of light in the darkness.

“Nuffink, I need you to calm down, okay?” Zephyr tries again to be soothing as they near the village town square. They’re too high up to make out the little dots below, but she can tell that they’re farmers and merchants setting up their stalls for the day. She didn’t want any run-ins with villagers angry about her disruptive flying — she was becoming known for it. And if falling from her dragon didn’t kill her, then her mother would. “I’m just going to drop you off at home and then—ack!” Zephyr squeals as Nuffink clutches too tightly at her abdomen.

“Oh, Frey I looked down! I looked down, I looked down!”

And now it’s Zephyr’s turn to feel nauseous. She tries to pull away from her brother’s grasp but leans too far. Moonscale huffs in annoyance at her rider’s constantly changing desires but obeys the order she believes she’s been given.

The two Haddock children wail as the dragon dives directly towards the village below.

These conflicts leave many in need of a place to go, and so our borders extend past Berk, to the smaller islands around us, to new ones we’ve had to find. It has not been easy to keep everyone safe, to ensure fair treatment of humans and dragons alike in a community extending so far, but we must, for the alternative to extending our light is allowing the darkness to devour us all.

And what bearer of light is more formidable than a dragon?

Hiccup Haddock can’t help but smile as he reviews his entry for the day. He sits leaning beneath a tree on a hill, overlooking Berk. He woke early despite the heaviness of his eyes and limbs, wanting to get some writing done before the day’s responsibilities took him away from his passions.

“I think I outdid myself this time.”

The black dragon curled up by his side scoffs.

“Oh hush, Toothless, you can’t even read.”

Hiccup ducks as Toothless waves his tail at him.

Berk’s chieftain puts his hand to his head dramatically. “I am totally unappreciated in my time.”

Toothless warbles out a low laugh and rolls his eyes. Hiccup laughs along for a moment, before they are disturbed. They go quiet and almost in unison tilt their heads to the side as the sound of a fast-approaching yell increases, following by a gust of air that ruffles Hiccup’s hair and the pages of his journal. He yelps and accidentally drops his book and charcoal, then skitters after them as they nearly slide down the hill. Toothless sweeps his wing forward to prevent the book from tumbling further.

“Thanks, Bud,” Hiccup says. He straightens up, reaching out to lean on his dragon after the sudden movement elicits a painful popping noise from his spine. “Gah! What unholy goblins are speeding around like that at this hour of the morning?”

He squints into the distance and just barely makes out a pair of auburn braids, a mop of blonde hair, and a large, blue dragon.

His shoulders go slack. “Oh, goody. Those are my unholy goblins.”

[crimeronan]

HI. idk if you remember me but i'm adi, i joined your owl house stream a few weeks back, i hadn't seen any of it at the time but i watched covention and hooty's moving hassle with you, rafi, and a couple others.

anyway i'm watching it now and i'm fully invested and i just got to hunting palismen and i'm like. AAAAAAAAAAA *extended shrieking sounds* THE FAMOUS HUNTER AND LUZ FINALLY MEET!!! first of all the episode name is so clever bc hunting palismen, secondly oh my god i'm practically jumping in excitement because they've literally just had two conversations in the entirety of what i've watched til now but i already love their dynamic so much???!!!! AAAHHHH thank you for the stream and for blogging about them so much i feel like i'm already in love with them even though i know practically nothing about them

I DO REMEMBER YOU!! this is such a delightful update thank you, it was so fun to have you on the stream! i LOVE watching people fall in love with hunter and luz. my favorite thing about showing the show to my friends has been how many people have said, "wow, their relationship actually is like this. like you didn't fanonize it at ALL you just took a bunch of shit that's already there in the canon and played with it"

and i'm like YEAH!!!!! :DDDD THEY ARE CRAZY PEOPLE WHO LOVE EACH OTHER SO MUCH....

[99liv3s]

My character :

Cassie is a red headed that is petite in frame but very tall - 170cms. Eager to give birth. Full of energy and resilient.

Tall but petite Cassie waddled into the exam room, smiling brightly. As she made her way over to the bed, she stopped to look at herself in a nearby mirror. Her long red hair hung down to her now large breasts, and her normally thin frame sported a large round bump, making Cassie look as though she had swallowed a large beach ball! She rubbed her huge belly with a grin on her face as she reached the bed and sat on it, and the doctor entered a few seconds later. "Well, it's nearly time," he said to her, smiling warmly! "Are you ready?" "Oh YES!" Cassie exclaimed excitedly, still rubbing her bump. "I'm so excited to finally give birth!" Cassie looked down at her over large bump and smiled, thinking to herself, "Deciding to surrogate was the best decision I've ever made!"

Hours later, Cassie was thrashing around on a delivery bed, moaning in great pain! "O..OOOHHH! AAAHHHH!" "Come on, just a bit more time, and then you can push, you're at nine centimeters," the midwife said to her. A second midwife was behind Cassie, wiping the sweat off her forehead. Cassie's long red hair was now tied back out of the way as she clutched her huge belly! "It's coming NOW!!" she yelled, "I have to push NOW!!" "OOOHHHH!" the first midwife shook her head. "Don't, honey, you'll tear," she said. "I CAN'T DO THIS!" Cassie screamed, as the second midwife tried to massage her legs. "Just a little while longer," the first midwife told her. Cassie whimpered as the pain and pressure in her pelvis increased to unbearable levels! "I gotta PUSH!" she screamed again, and the midwife, after another quick check, nodded to her. "Ok, you can push now!"

Cassie screamed as she bore down, the baby slamming through her birth canal! Her back screamed in agony as the pressure moved toward her vagina. "Keep pushing, you're doing great," the midwife called out, keeping an eye on Cassie's opening. "You need to get this baby out pretty quick, so the twin can make its descent!" Cassie nodded, moaning in pain between pushes. Her legs trembled in the stirrups as the pressure hit her again, and she cried out, pushing! "OOWWWIIEE!" "GET IT OUT, PLEASE!" "You're doing it," the midwife said, smiling! "I see the head..." "I FEEL IT!" Cassie shrieked as she felt the head begin to press against her folds. "IT BURNS!" "AAAHH IT BURNS!!" The midwife nodded! "Yes, it will burn, that means it's crowning!" She said. "Now, give me a good hard push..."

"AAAAAUUUGGGHHHHH!!!" Cassie screamed, 45 minutes later. The head was hanging halfway out of her vagina, and showed very little signs of moving forward! No matter how hard Cassie pushed, the head would only inch out a tiny bit, or not move at all. The size of it was keeping her open and her legs spread wide, and the burning pressure was nonstop. "It's really big," the midwife said, feeling around on Cassie's belly and pussy in an attempt to help. "I KNOWWWW!" Cassie yelled, crying hysterically. "PULL IT OUT, PLEASE!" "IT HURTS TOO MUCH!" "I CAN'T GET IT OUT!" The midwife continued to examine her and the large head, thinking fast. She had to do something now, or else when the second baby began moving through while the first one was still stuck, that would be very bad. She motioned for the assisting midwife to go fetch something, and when she returned a few minutes later, it was a vacuum. "I'm sorry, it's either this or we cut you," the midwife said apologetically, but Cassie seemed not to hear her. Her screams and cries increased in pitch and intensity as she felt the second baby run into the first one, and, eager to be born, started trying to push the first one out. "AAAHHHHH!" "GET THEM OUT!!" "DO ANYTHING, PLEASE GET THEM OUT!" The midwife finished hooking out the vacuum, and with a sympathetic expression, she placed it on the large head and turned it on.

It was going to come out whether it wanted to or not! Between the vacuum and the other baby pushing against it, the first twin was definitely going to come out! Cassie's screams of agony could be heard over the vaccum as the baby's large head was forced out of her aching and throbbing pussy. Two intensely painful minutes later, the baby was jerked violently out of Cassie and into the midwife's waiting arms, as a second head already began to show. "It's a boy," the midwife called happily, as Cassie screamed in pain from the crowning of the second child. "If this baby is any smaller at all than its sibling, then its delivery should be much easier now," the midwife said to her. "Yeah, you're not the one trying to push a second baby out of a sore and traumatized pussy," Cassie thought, moaning. As the head crowned, it burned again, but seemed to be coming out much easier. In one giant push, Cassie birthed the head and half the body, and the midwife pulled the twin out, bringing Cassie's torture finally to an end. "Another boy!" She called out. As the babies were weighed and measured, (The first was 14 pounds, the second 8), Cassie lay on the birthing bed, panting hard, recovering from childbirth. "I'm NEVER doing it again," she shouted hoarsely. However, as she listened to the cries of the newborns and caught her breath, she knew immediately that that was not true. Of course, she would do it again!

(Your character rolled a 13 = Twins)

[what-a-creative-user-nana]

LMK ep 4 Review

Major Lmk spoiler under cut <3

Banger introo i Love

xD Pigsy ranting abt a carrot???? "a BEEautiful CaRRoT" v

Also TANG <33

Lol i love that Tang's a pessimist xDD

HOLD ON HOL UP xDDD ThIS v

(im so sorry) GFJQEYGMEA

UhhH This Creepy LADy vv

UHH TANG STAY AWAY FROM HER

Also: This rando w/ the fierce LasHEss

Lol- B got RejEcTed by Tang <3333

UH PIG WHAT ARE YOU DOING v

THERE ARE DISGUSTING VEGGIES THERE PIGS R U DUMb???????

Tang *looks at the veggies*- Are you blind?

LooK In mY ~exClusiVe WaRES~-WOman?? Sthu v

SHE'S SHADY PIGSY U IDIOT

UGH PIGS NOW LOOK WHAT YOU DID!! YOU GOT TANG CAPTURED!! v

YOU OWE HIM ~Free Noodles for life~

YUSS Mei the VIdeO Game Queen Pt. 2 +SAndy!!! v

Mk: GUYSSSSS!! PIGSY'S MISSING!! v

Mk: HE DIDNT OPEN THE SHOP THIS MORNING! v

D-Does he really open eVeRyDay??

This: ??? v

Mk: Oh, and I just realized now.. Tang is also missing.

WHY DID HE SAY IT LIKE THAT'S NOT A BIG DEAL!!! IT'S TANG!

Mk to Mei: Uh, how did you get these videoes? v

Mei: Oh, I attached cameras to you a while back. *says it like it's no biggie* v

We stan a protective quEEN

Uh, Speaking of Queen--- IS THAT THE SPIDER QUEEN THAT IVE HEARD SO MUCH ABT v

i KNEW she was shady- Also Mk: AAH SCARY NIGHTMARE HOLE!!

I just love Mk in this one

Mk: EW, A SPIDER DEMON? C'MON NO! eW, yuck- I hate spiders HATE HATE!! WITH THEIR EYES-AND FEET AND HAIRY BUTTS v

Can relateee

*Deep voice*- OPERATION: Safe-Tang-And-Pigsy-From-The-Nightmare-Hole™ v

ThIS GANGGG vv

Pedestrians beTTER RUN BC THE SANDY-CAT-DRAGON-BURST SQUAD IS ON THE WAYY

UH, FORGETTING ABT THE PIG 4 A SEC SOMEONE SAVE TANG AAAHHHH v

WELL, SQ, HOW U GON GET FAME BY KILLING PIGS AND TANGG???

XDDDD I SHOULD NOT BE LAUGHING BUT WHEN SQ SAID "~Dinner~" I IMMEDIATELY THOUGHT "Heh, roast pig" WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME XDDSUGFUGMEIUG

Back to THE RESCUE SQUAD- YEAHAHH v

Uh, wow they.. uh.. just let themselves in- UM MK, MEI THAT"S NOT A VERY SAFE POSITION v

UH- LOSER! SHUT UPP v you areNOT ALL THAT

UUUUGHH TANGGG!! WHY WOULD U TELL HER MK's COMING!! Like ILY BUT you gotta learn to SHUT UP ;n; v

Tang: Don't worry, Pigsy. Mk's far too smart to fall for one of her traps!

*Meanwhile with Mk* v

Me w/ spiders: v

Mk: This place is full of WEBS AND HORROR (can relatee)

:OO ANgsty Nightmare FUEL???? v

Her: ~Don't tell me you're scared of SPIDERS!~ *gets all up in his face*

Me: BACK OFFFF

<YES THIS IS ALL PIGSY'S FAULT IHSFHAHHHHHHHHHH WHY U DUMBB>

OPERATION- Save-Mk-From-The-Nightmare-Hole™ v

<SQ: Hah, you're the kid Monkie King chose?

Mk: No, I'm the Monkie MANN>

I SHRIEKED- GET AWAY FROM HIMM vvvv

HAHAH THE SQUAD'S GONNA KILL YOUUUUu

<YAY RESCUE SQUAD SAVES THE DAY (heyy that rhymedd-ishh)>

Th-THis Picture is going on my Wallpaper RN~~ v

OPERATION- Rescue-Tang-And-Pigsy? v

YEAH! SUCCESS! (With absolutely no trauma to take home for later!!)

*Angry screaming at the sky*- SHE'S GONNA COME BACKKK!?!?!?!

Alrighty! I've hit my pic-limit soo I'm outie! Til next time~

[dark-elf-writes]

ROUND TWO! It is still technically tomorrow so yeah.... 😁

-(Remus. Safety. A port in the storm while everything shattered around him.)

Oh honey, hugs all of the hugs. This whole passage is fucking beautiful. The moment of Harry realizing Shouta is testing him and appreciating it. Recognizing where the adults in his life failed him and seeing that the man in front of him won't fail his students in the ways Harry was failed. AAAHHHH

-(Dark eyes looked him up and down. “Take ten. No need to traumatize them by throwing a zombie at their feet.” 

Harry scoffed, edging around Shouta to open the door he hadn’t bothered locking (anyone who could break into UA and get past all of the staff to a top floor flat and could get around Bill’s wards deserved to steal his shit honestly) and shooting the man a rather unimpressed look even as he nodded for him to follow. “I know damn well you own a mirror being married to Yamada so the only other options are you’re blind and just a very good actor or you’re so deep in denial you truly believe you don’t look worse than I do and I’ve literally died four times.”)

AAHAHAHAHUENJDSAKGNR CALL HIM OUT! but for real I love this. We see sassy Harry and Shouta, sir, pot kettle. ahahaha

-(Twenty teenagers looked back at him, eyes bright with suspicion as they shifted their stances to cover the little girl in their midst. The little girl who had no problem popping her head around a massive shoulder to beam at Harry and Shouta as they approached. 

“Hi, Harry-san!” The white haired girl waved. “Did you bring more cookies?”)

Leave it to the tiny human to relieve the tension of the room. And sassing Bakugou to boot. Love it.

-(With a shriek of laughter Eri launched herself from the green haired kid’s back and wormed her way between the protective gathering of teenagers to collide with Harry’s leg, going up on her toes to check the container. “Where’s Teddy?”

“With Weasley-Sensei. If your dad is okay with it you can come over for dinner tonight to see them.” 

She didn’t so much as look at Shouta. “Dad says yes.”)

🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 THIS SWEET HILARIOUS CHILD! I CAN'T SHE MUST BE PROTECTED AT ALL COSTS! The only thing that would have made this better is if Hizashi had been present to witness it.

-(This time, Harry did smile, letting every shattered piece of himself show in the lopsided lift of his lips. Let them see the boy he was: fifteen and so fucking angry at the unfairness of everything, sixteen and terrified of the monsters that lurked around every corner, seventeen and tired down to his very bones. Let them see the reflection looking back at them. 

One child soldier to twenty. )

god fucking damn the absolute beauty in the writing here. dsjabcim I'm speechless. 10000000000/10

-(“You look like a fucking fetus.” Bakugou hissed. “How the hell can you be a Top Ten?” )

Cackling at this. Just the phrasing. Hit me right in the funny bone for some reason🤣🤣

-(“Dormant.” At the kid’s surprised blink, Harry shrugged. “I have a no slur policy when it comes to my students. That includes against themselves.” Which had been developed the exact moment Aoyama hissed the word. Not that Harry was going to tell them that. )

Yup good policy, timing don't matter. Nope not at all.

-(they are in my top five most terrifying sisters)

Who's number one? Ginny or Hermione because I feel like that could go either way lmfao

-THE ENTIRE END NOTE OF CHAPTER SEVEN HAD ME LAUGHING TO TEARS

-(“Welcome to the world, cub,” Harry breathed, pulling back to press a kiss to Teddy’s temple. “You hungry?” 

Teddy let out a jaw cracking yawn, rubbing at their eyes with the back of their hands, and blinked at him uncomprehendingly. After a second, they nodded. )

AAAAWWEWW The mental picture of sleepy little Teddy is just javirughdxkwiaiurytlh;iwo I CAN'T

-(Harry shrugged. “Bragging rights, mostly. I’m in a new country at a new job with very little of my reputation carrying over and only to a select few people who already knew about me anyway. All of you are the next generation of heroes and will more than likely make up a second chunk of the Top Fifty in the next few years. I need something to prove to my kid that I’m still cool when they inevitably decide one of you is their second favorite hero.” 

Disbelieving eyes came from all around the room. Well, except for Asui and Sero. As the two with the most experience with young children, there was not so much as a flicker of doubt in their eyes that street cred with a seven year old was Harry primary motivation. Harry smiled back  at all of them, unrepentant. )

Believe him guys. Believe him. 🤣🤣🤣And he's not wrong, room full of the future? He doesn't stand a chance at being his kid's favorite if he doesn't work for it🤣🤣🤣🤣

-(“If your ghosts try to convince you that dying is fun, just know that they are liars and it absolutely is not.” 

______

From the moment they had first met their new sensei, Izuku had been pretty sure that he was, on some level, completely fucking insane. )

THE PLACEMENT OF THESE SENTENCES IS FUCKING PERFECT👩‍🍳💋 🤣🤣🤣

-(One singularity recognizing another. )

I'm going to keep sounding like a god damn broken record but this entire passage is fucking poetry. Like fucking hell, 'it was more than their shared green eyes. more than the bruised eyes and too thin cheeks. more than the massive scar that took up half of the man's face that seem to glow with an eerie green light." jdfaiuhganfvjfdkalghr Fucking master of words you are.

-(“ Excuse me? ” First hissed, materializing at Izukums shoulder with the same pissed off cat expression he had given Second after he broke Izuku’s laptop during movie night. 

“You’re excused.” Potter-sensei shrugged. Shrugged. Like dealing with angry ghosts was normal for him. )

ahshasjiafownejwlafnuju SASSY HARRY!!!!!

-Okay death calling Harry a disaster twink in the end note completes my entire existence.

-(There was a snort and Harry lifted his head enough to see an unmasked Snipe grinning at the two of them. “Ah yes, the first day ‘how did my teachers ever put up with me’ guilt. Bright side, you didn’t have a single broken bone in your class and there was no Nezu level threat against humanity as a whole so y’all did a damn good job.” 

“The bar is so low,” Hermione whispered in horror, setting Harry off in half hysterical giggles.)

Nezu level threat is the most terrifying thing to happen on a teacher's first day, bar none. nothing else. nope.

-(Harry blinked. “Since when are you on a first name basis with Aoyama?”

“Like two minutes ago, dad, keep up. They’re Aunt Fleur’s cousin and that makes us cousins so Yuuga is family and last names with family is weird unless it’s for a joke.” He didn’t have to look to know there was a duh expression on Teddy’s face,

“Did you ask Aoyama if you can use their first name, or did you assume?” Teddy’s silence was the only answer Harry needed. “Teddy—.”

point two seconds later

“Can I call you Yuuga because we’re cousins?” 

Teddy turned back to Harry, still wearing Aoyama’s face, and pointed at the teen over their shoulder. “See. Cousin.”)

KIDS ARE A GODDAMN MENACE AND I'M FUCKING LIVING FOR IT

-(A familiar snort had them turning to see a grinning Hizashi leaning over the back of the couch where Shouta was attempting to appear asleep. It would have been more convincing if the man wasn’t grinning into his sleeping bag. “That’s just parenting. If it helps, they can keep up with Eri so I highly doubt Teddy is going to cause too much damage.” 

They were probably right, but…

“Doesn’t one of those kids have shark teeth?”

“ Fuck.” )

Crying laughing oh my fucking god yes this is perfect

-There is something so special about how this moment between Nemuri and Hermione is written. True connection, not unnatural, just two women who have fought to protect their families and came out scarred and hurting relating and commiserating, stunning writing.

-(“If you stretched more, you could do it too.” Harry pointed out, slowly rising out of the stretch before bending backwards, more to annoy his brother than out of any real need for the stretch. His palms hit the mat behind him as he held the back bend without too much effort. 

Ron shuddered. “That’s horrifying to watch have I ever told you that?”

Harry took a few too-quick shuffle-crawl steps towards him, just to make Ron lurch back with a shriek. The shorter man hit the mat a second later, laughing too hard to keep himself up. )

NOT THE HORROR MOVIE IMPRESSION ahahahahahahahhahahahah

-(In the ring, Hermione missed the leg sweep sent from Hizashi and hit the mats hard. It didn’t seem to stop her as she turned to gape at him. 

“Harry James Potter are you telling me you saw Tom Riddles’ penis?” 

“No I’m telling Ron, Shouta, and Kayama. You just happened to be eavesdropping.” )

CACKLING!!!!!!!!!

-(Honestly, there were worse ways to go rather than being murdered by a beautiful woman. )

Glory, Glory, what a helluva way to die!

-Shouta totally handed Ron his own ass, repeatedly and with glee

This is seven through nine! I'll be doing more tomorrow! I totally love this and want to keep going. I'm also interested in doing this with some of your other fics and maybe some tagged aus on here? if you're okay with it?

I’m loving this so much it’s such a delight to see all the parts you enjoy if you want to do it with other fics/aus as well I’m totally down just be aware that I will probably tell you that I love you platonically more than once.

[dracanthropic]

Love Halloween. It's my second year getting to hand out candy from my house. I just love seeing all the kids and their different costumes.

The house across the street ran out of candy and the various reactions are hilarious.

"oh there's no candy left. GUYS THERE'S NO CANDY!" To my favorite top of the lungs shrieking "OMG THEY'RE OUT OF CANDY!?! AAAHHHH!!!" Yeah kid I think you've got enough don't worry.

[astromechs]

this is the start of an idea i had... i keep telling people it was six months ago, but i actually think it was a year ago that i first thought of this, and i kept sitting on it too scared to write it because i didn’t think i’d do it justice. that being said, i’m actually kind of proud of this excerpt, and since i’m feeling soft about one of my oldest and most beloved fandoms today:

i bring you what is — basically my matrix 4 spec fic.

(i do eventually plan on posting this to ao3 as a complete piece when i finish the other parts that i have in mind, because i have plans for this... oh, i have plans.....)

01.

Every single morning, Thomas A. Anderson is jolted awake at approximately 8:15 AM by the shrill of the same alarm, shovels in the same shitty cereal before stumbling into one of the same five shitty suits that he has to remember to get dry-cleaned, takes the same seat on the subway on the way to work — where he sits in the same chair for eight hours straight with minimal breaks, staring at his computer screen (or, more often, out into nothing) until it’s time to take the same subway back to his shitty apartment, order from the same rotation of shitty takeout, and find some mindless, banal distraction while he ignores texts that don’t even matter anyway before he falls asleep to eventually wake up and do it all over again.

It’s nothing special — just the average life of an average mid-grade programmer at the average tech conglomerate. Comfortable, sure, and a dream many would kill to achieve; he knows this, knows this every time he passes the poor old woman who’s feeding pigeons in her ratty coat from the battered metal bench on the sidewalk in front of his apartment building. He slips her whatever spare change he has on him — a $20 bill, on the days he’s lucky, but often less than that — and, without fail, she always accepts, with a warm smile and kind eyes that seem to stare right into his soul, seeing the deepest parts of it.

Like she knows him. And that’s what’s weird.

He tries not to put too much thought into it, because, honestly, he tries not to put too much thought into anything at all; he’s found that to be the most effective way to navigate the machine that systematically runs his rhythmic, mundane life. 

But even so, there are things that he knows he can’t shake.

One afternoon in late February, when the cut of the wind had not remotely suggested that spring would just be a month away, he’d passed the woman on the bench as always, but he could’ve sworn that the whole flock of pigeons scattered on the sidewalk at her feet had frozen for a split second. Like they’d been… glitching. In a blink, everything had returned to normal, and he’d spent about three days (and three sleepless nights) trying to convince himself he’d been seeing things, that he’d just been spending too much time actually working on his assigned program for once and that maybe he should take some of his accumulated vacation days? And the following week, he had, but….

No time off to try to clear his head would ever change the fact that this hadn’t been an isolated incident.

Because sometimes — he swears he sees pieces of code fall through his field of vision; a blink and then they’re gone, but it happens too often not to be a pattern, and no matter how much he might want to for the sake of his own sanity, he can’t just brush that aside. Sometimes, flashes come to his mind like barely-remembered dreams, in idle moments and just on the edge of the line that separates sleep from waking consciousness, so real that he knows they’re memories. 

Dark tunnels that haven’t seen the sun for centuries. Cold, so cold that no amount of warmth, human or otherwise, can really combat. Running, desperately bounding up the fire escape to the third floor of a rundown motel, three men in sunglasses and perfectly-tailored suits in close pursuit, his heart pounding in his ears so loudly he can barely hear the phone ring from Room 303, the place he has to get to, because everything depends on it. A barrage of bullets in his chest, one right after the other, back slumping against the wall as his heart gives out, vision fading to grey and then to black, but a voice, reaching through it all to call him, tether him….

Neo.

There are things that he knows he can’t shake, and sometimes, he thinks he had another life. Another name.

Another purpose.

He’s haunted by the ghost of it.

It’s the second of April — at least, that’s what the screen of his phone tells him, because otherwise he wouldn’t know, or care to know. A Friday, and all the faceless commuters are packed like sardines into this subway car, headed home for weekends that are sure to be as inconsequential as his own. Today, he has to stand holding the rail for the ride home; a woman trying to juggle both a baby and two bags of groceries had just barely managed to stumble onto the train before the doors had closed, and he’d sprung up, more than glad to give up his seat to someone in greater need.

She tries to thank him, profusely and repeatedly, but with where he’s standing, he would have to twist to keep facing her, so, with a nod and the barest hint of a smile, he turns away to spend the trip the way he always does: in solitude.

The route back to the station just down the block from his apartment building is never smooth, by any stretch of the imagination, but today, it’s bumpier than usual; the train car jerks and jostles, until, eventually, it sends him colliding into back of the passenger standing next to him.

He’s just about to stammer out some automatic, awkward apology, but then —

Blue eyes meet his, clear, crisp blue, and a jolt strikes him right to the core.

He thinks — no, he knows, he knows — he’s seen these eyes.

Neo. In the darkest corners of his mind, the voice whispers again.

Time freezes, glitches, around him, around him and this stranger with familiar blue eyes. He sees the light leave them, and then come right back. He sees warmth, what something is telling him had once been the only thing able to keep the cold of the real away; that warmth spreads through now, to the tips of him, and he has a sense, one he doesn’t entirely understand, that something has just clicked into place.

Behind sunglasses, another pair of eyes watches them from across the car.

“You all right?” Neo.

He sees brows knit in concern, and for the first time, he pays attention to the face that the eyes belong to. Probably the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen in… more than one life, he’d have to guess, is now in front of him; he isn’t so detached and disconnected that he doesn’t notice that. Her short dark hair is cut into a severe bob, and she’s dressed in black from head to toe — from her coat and gloves, to her boots. It suits her, somehow.

After a beat, he finally remembers to speak. “Yeah. I — sorry.” The subway jerks to a halt; he glances up, and adds quickly, after clearing his throat, “This is… my stop. Excuse me. Sorry.”

Pushing past her, pushing past everyone in his way, he disembarks to the station, and when his feet touch solid pavement, he takes off at a sprint. Up the stairs (third floor… Room 303….), down the sidewalk (agents, just behind… he can beat them, if he just runs faster than he ever has…), not stopping until the mundane certainty of his shitty apartment building is within his sights.

Just before he makes it safely inside, he catches a glimpse of the old woman on the bench watching him, her smile wider than he’s ever seen it. Maybe, even, almost inhumanly wide.

[misha-moose-dean-burger-lover]

i absolutely detest my life.

i have an exam on november 22nd. the syllabus is as huge as sam winchester's love for doggos. there's shit i'll be revising after a whole year, in fact.

i could not physically hate this more.

[echantedtoon]

Demonstober Day 20 Mothman

Mothman is a legendary, winged, humanoid creature from West Virginia folklore that is said to have been seen in the Point Pleasant area from 1966 to 1967. 

Tagging: @lavenderdropp @six-eyed-samurai @trancylovecraft @shadyd3ar @cherrysuzaku

@nousija @mspurpl3

Remember if you want to be added to the spooktober taglist lemme know

The night of terror had only just begun for you.

No matter how fast you ran, you couldn't escape the creature behind you chasing you demanding that you return to him NOW. You weren't going to go back to the thing that kidnapped you out of your open bedroom window.

You awakened with a gasp, bolting up and panting as you pushed yourself up from the bed you laid upon.

The night feeling chilly as your hands came up to your face as you groaned and rubbed it. Man...What a weird dream. That giant dragon looked too real and frightful. Your mom was right. You had to stop staying up so late. Judging by how dark it was, it must've only been a few hours into the night. Well at least you could go back to sleep now-...You paused when your weight shifted and the soft bed was suddenly rough and-....stick like?? Like you were laying upon a bunch of branches and twigs. Opening your eyes, you strained to adjust to the dark surrounding you and suddenly realized with a jolt, you were feeling cold because you WERE OUTSIDE!!! You stared as moonlight seeped through from the giant moon above you lighting up what looked like to be a forest, and you were at the very top of a tree on something flat and made of sticks. ...This was NOT your bedroom. As your mind tried to figure out how you could've possibly ended up in a tree in the middle of no where, your luck instantly got WORSE when something BIG blocked the moon as it's shadow loomed over you. You're blood went cold and body froze as whatever it was shifted above you. As if you were in a horror movie, your body acted on it's own as you turned around and looked up the black body of the winged beast that somehow didn't break the tree top with how BIG it was. And your eyes went small.

A. GIANT. FIGURE. WAS. STARING. AT. YOU!!!

It didn't seem too happy either as it suddenly snapped it's arms out and delivered what could only be described as a mix between a fox shriek and a lion roar. You screamed, both voices echoing out throughout the forest and scrambled back-

"AAAHHHH!!"

Your arms flailed out as you suddenly went backwards and down you went over the edge. Your screams of tumbling down from a tree were cut short as it felt like you hit every single branch on your way down. Pain exploded everywhere your body made contact with the branches until finally with a final thud, your body fell hard onto soft grass. Knocking the air out of your lungs and you gasping for air on your side. Your body was in pain from everywhere your body hit the tree and you were sure it would leave bruises and scratches later. You coughed and gasped for air, lungs burning but you nearly stopped breathing again when the same call came from the thing above making your body feel like it was dipped in ice as your heartbeats sore. Adrenaline kicked in know as your body wobbled and felt so light, not to mention hurt, as you forced yourself to stand and start walk-running away, swaying as you still gasped for air but your panicked state didn't care about the pain or anything as you somehow quickly got your balance back and started running through the dark. The sounds and darkness of the forest blocked almost all moonlight as you blindly ran to try and get away from the giant demon monster, to keep from being eaten. You ran...and ran...and ran blindly in the dark with your hands in front of you barefoot. Branches and other plants hitting your legs and face as you did, the sounds of the bird thing behind you disappearing as you kept running. At one point you had the brilliant idea to look behind you to see if anything was following you-

"AH!"

Your foot once again got caught on something. You screamed as your body went tumbling head over heels down a hill in the dark. Your already sore and hurt body becoming even more so as you rolled and rolled and rolled until you finally came to a stop at the bottom of it onto your back, with your body facing the sky. Your vision swam and your head spun as you stared up dizzily at the sky as your vision blurred. Everything went around and around in circles until something looked down at you blocking out the moon and stars. Red eyes boring into yours.

"This game of chase was quite annoying but I do think you put up quite a bit of a good fight "

Your vision finally refocused until you finally got a look at what was tickling your cheeks. Blood red eyes with nothing stared at you. A lumbering mass in similar build to a fairy but MUCH more evil stared down at you intently with the focus of a hungry lion spotting a wounded deer. Antenna twitching peeked up high end a large smile full of just as scary fangs in a similar style to a Cheshire cat. The large head tilted at you and you discovered that the thing tickling your face was the longer bottom of those fuzzy moth wings as they slowly fluttered back and forth. His entire body was entirely black except where it dipped into greys. The dark black claw that curiously nudged your forehead when you didn't respond to him was an example of that scary appearance. He chuckled as you froze up in fear.

"Don't worry, Darling. You'll have plenty of time to make it up to me later.~"

[catkittynoir]

They're Utterly Unbeatable

Read it on Ao3 as well! https://archiveofourown.org/works/37954795

Marinette was never particularly athletic. She was the type of girl who would turn up to sport, do her best, be an awesome team player, and move on.

That was, until she became Ladybug, something that no one but Adrien knew. Since then, she’d become incredibly agile, fast and kept everyone on their toes during sport classes (as well as becoming scarily competitive); facts that none of her class could fathom.

Watching Marinette play tennis with Alya against Rose and Juleka, it was clear who was winning. Marinette was racing left and right with a determined look on her face, hitting every ball that flew in their direction, and serving with perfect accuracy.

“Has Marinette always been so good at sport?” Kim pondered, asking Max. “Like, I mean, she was already good, but she’s even beating me now!” Kim pouted.

Max raised an eyebrow. “There’s a 76% certainty that she wasn’t as athletically proficient until the beginning of this year. Maybe she practised over the holidays?”

“Yeah, guys, but have you seen her with Adrien?” Alix sauntered up to them, tipping her cap.

“When Marinette and Adrien are on the same team together, it’s literally impossible to beat them. It’s like they’re a frickin’ couple!”

“Tell me about it,” Kim sighed heavily, rolling his eyes. “Just hope Mr D’Argencourt doesn’t make us do dodgeball tomorrow. They’re invincible against us!”

🐞🐈‍⬛🐞🐈‍⬛🐞🐈‍⬛🐞🐈‍⬛

Kim couldn’t believe his ears the next day. He looked at Alix and Max in utter disbelief as Marinette and Adrien smiled at each other and were high fiving their unbeatable dodgeball team.

“We will NOT lose.” Kim said determinedly. “Right, guys?” Kim looked at his already defeated team with nothing but disappointment.

It was the ‘Lucky Charms’: Marinette, Adrien, Alya, Nino, Rose, Juleka and Mylene, against ‘The Vanquishers’: Kim, Max, Alix, Ivan, Sabrina and Nathaniel. Chloe obviously sat out, making up some excuse about her not wanting to ruin her hair, and because her Daddy said she didn’t have to.

“Ready to play, m���lady?” Adrien smirked at Marinette, grinning when she winked back at him.

“Always,” She smiled and prepared for battle.

Six balls were lined up horizontally in the middle of the basketball court, with both teams giving each other the death glare.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa!” Mr D’Argencourt raised his eyebrows and dropped his whistle, startling many of the students who were already preparing to run. “I see those evil glares you’re sending toward each other. Dodgeball is a game of fun, of strategic prowess!” He chastised the usually tame class. “Not a place to make enemies and attack each other like wild animals!”

“Does that include cats and ladybugs?” Adrien whispered to Marinette, making her smile and lightly nudge him in response.

“I want to see a clean game. You all know the rules. Once you’re hit, you’re out for good. No hits above the shoulders count. No crossing the other team’s boundary, and when the last person on a team is out, it’s all over.” The entire class tuned out, already so used to this spiel, having played dodgeball together dozens of times already.

“Ready…” Marinette licked her lips and nodded to Alya. “Set…” Nino tossed his cap to the wind, and raked his hand through his hair. This meant business. “Go!” Mr D’Argencourt yelled, and the class went wild.

Marinette sprinted forward to grab two dodgeballs, and kicked another behind her to Alya. Kim managed to get one, while the rest of his team was attacked by flying pink spheres. Adrien stood in a battle pose, holding the ball above his head (with Marinette shielding him) and trying to figure out the best person to get out first. Max.

“There is a 99% chance that Adrien will attempt to get me out first but…- AAAHHHH!” Max shrieked as a dodgeball flew towards him, hitting him on the arm. “Shoot.” He grumbled, walking to the side of the room.

Adrien fist bumped Marinette before moving on to his next target, Marinette doing the same. Much of the ‘Lucky Charms’ had gotten out already because of Kim. Adrien and Marinette were the only ones left. However, they knew they could beat the opposing three people that were left in ‘The Vanquishers’; Alix, Kim and Nathaniel.

Nathaniel wasn’t a problem. There was a cacophony of shrieks every time a ball flew in his vicinity. He was still in by sheer luck and his snake-like dodging of each ball. He wasn’t picking any dodgeballs up either, so… Alix it was. Both Marinette and Adrien wanted to leave Kim last- for a final showdown.

“Same manoeuvre, kitty?” Marinette grinned.

“As usual!” Adrien replied, grabbing two balls, one in each hand and catapulting them towards Alix, one hitting her, and one hitting Nathaniel. Both students- well, just Alix really, were left fuming.

And then there was three. Adrien and Marinette vs Kim. Honestly, it wasn’t an even fight. Ladybug and Cat Noir vs Kim? He didn’t stand a chance. They knew that. He didn’t.

Adrien and Marinette had all the balls in their side of the court and Kim became visibly nervous at the prospect of him being hit simultaneously with six balls. The two superheroes did the right thing.

They chucked all the balls over to Kim’s side of the court, rolling them gently along the ground.

A cacophony of screams and shouts erupted from the sidelines, including Mr D’Argencourt himself, who had become incredibly invested in the game.

“WHAT A TWIST!” Mr D’Argencourt exclaimed. “IS IT STRATEGY OR DEFEAT?” He’d somehow become a voluntary commentator of the match.

“WHY, YOU GUYS? WHY?” Nino shouted.

“Nooooo! DON’T DO IT! DON’T BE THE BETTER PERSON!” Alya shrieked.

Kim’s eyebrows rose in suspicion as he collected the balls.

“Go ahead, all yours,” Adrien gave him the most angelic smile, before turning to Marinette and nodding determinedly.

Kim’s aim was all over the place, with him attempting to throw all six pink spheres at the same time. The blonde boy and the blue-haired girl dodged the balls with such grace and accuracy that if you’d recorded the moment in slow motion, it would have looked like it came out of a movie battle scene.

“M’lady, I give you the honours.” Adrien got down on one knee and presented Marinette with a singular pink dodgeball. “Thank you, kitty,” Marinette winked, before swiftly turning and aiming directly at Kim’s arm, while he flailed around in fear.

SMACK! Went the dodgeball against Kim’s red t-shirt. And with that, the ‘Lucky Charms’ had won. Once again.

Cheers erupted from the team, while ‘The Vanquishers’ trudged over to them, shaking their hands and congratulated them bitterly on their win.

“That was absolutely vicious, guys!” Alya cheered and high fived Marinette and Adrien. “It’s like you guys had rehearsed it or something!”

“Yeah, something like that,” Marinette grinned at Adrien, a feeling of warmth filling her up to the brim as Adrien took her in his arms and spun her around, laughing.

[godofsexdrugsandrocknroll]

A Tragic Case of Relentless Stupidity

Jaune: *Glares at Yang and Blake giggling and feeding each other finger foods*

*Jaune runs up, flips the table over scattering food and making the two girls jump before running away - escaping through their 23rd floor window*

—————–

Ruby: Mmmmm. *Is kissed*

Oscar: *Pulls back from kiss, smiling gently*

Jaune: *Irritated*

Oscar: *Steps back* How about we take Jaune home, baby?

Jaune: *RKO outta nowhere’s Oscar*

Ruby: *Shrieks* What the heck, Jaune!?

Jaune: *Is too busy being a viper, hissing and staring at the unconscious Oscar’s body*

—————–

Glynda: *Laughs cheerfully into scroll* Oh Bart--

*Jaune angrily runs up and slaps her scroll to the ground, stomps it into pieces, glares at her and then proceeds to sprint out of the rebuilding Vale*

—————–

Nora: HA! You’re no match for Renny and me’s sick combos, fearless leader! *Button mashes as Ren smiles next to her*

Ren: *Rubs Nora’s back*

Jaune: *Triggered af, proceeds to fall back on years of video gaming and utterly destroys them both*

Nora: Awww. We’re dead, Renny.

Ren: I wouldn’t have it any other way than together, Nora. *Nora tears up*

*Glass shatters as Jaune chucks the console out the window and dives out of it like a professional swimmer*

—————– 

Weiss: *Excitedly* And then he actually proposed! Right there, with the sunset and the waves crashing on the beach and *tears up a bit* it was just so romantic of him.

Sun: Gotta give it to my boy, conquering the ocean for his girl is pretty cool.

Neptune: *Blushes*

*Jaune has had enough of the engagement party, flings glass of wine at Weiss whose mouth drops open as she drips with it and steals Sun’s glass from a stunned hand, does the same to Neptune*

Jaune: Good day! *Storms off*

—————–

Raven: *Uncomfortable, embarrassed* You actually mean that, don’t you?

Tai: *Very serious* Do you think I’d joke about something like this, Rae?

*Raven looks sad, but hopeful. Jaune, who was busy digging up a tree for Tai felt his blood boil and chucked a huge amount of dirt at the two of them*

Tai: *Yells and falls into his house*

Raven: *Spitting, yanking at the chest of her top before freezing* MY HAIR!!!

*Jaune runs*

—————–

Qrow: *Clapping Winter’s cheeks*

Winter: *Getting clapped and loving it*

Jaune: *Enters room, freezes*

Also Jaune: *Aims scroll at the two and takes a picture*

Qrow: What the fuck!? *Trying to hide his dick*

Winter: *Lets out a little scream and tries to pull pants up* N-no, please, delete it - aaahhhh, he’s leaving! *Sprints after him*

—————–

Maria: Ahh, I’ve been waiting all day for this.

*Happily eating pistachio ice cream cone*

Jaune: *Angrily smacks her cone to the sidewalk, splattering and shattering it* Get the fuck outta here with that bullshit!

—————– 

Jaune: *Walking into his apartment after several annoying days angrily* --with that shit, I ain’t even gonna play with that shit! If I can’t be happy, in love or getting laid then nobody can!

Jaune:

Jaune: *Looks at Neo stretched across his couch, laying there and sleeping peacefully beneath a big, comfy pink blanket with her hair mussed from sleep and looking adorable*

Jaune: *Realizes* Oh shit! I forgot I am happy, in love and am getting laid on a regular basis! *Slaps himself in the face* Fuck. Equality for all. Forgive me, adorable love of my life, but Mama Arc didn’t raise no bitch!

*Runs at Neo, who wakes up bleary eyed and to the sight of Jaune doing a front flip towards her tiny, sleepy frame*

—————– 

Jaune: And that’s how I wound up in the hospital. I senton’d my girlfriend, Neo roundhouse kicked me in the head and then put me through the kitchen table and I’m very sorry.

Neo: *Nods grumpily*

Everyone Jaune Fucked With: Good. *Walks off because they’re still pissed*

Jaune: *Sighs* I’m going to be kissing so much ass and not all of it’s gonna be yours, Neo.

Neo: *Pokes him in a broken rib*

Jaune: Ow! I deserved that. Oh. I deserve it. *Winces* Ohhhh. I’m on the couch, aren’t I?

Neo: *Holds a finger up*

Jaune: Awww man, a month? *Neo gives him an ‘are you serious right now?’ face* Yeah alright. Stupid brain, always getting me in trouble.

——————————————————————————– 

Hey, look who wrote Snowbird into one of these despite not liking Snowbird at all.

[anotherhellchild]

📂 i love your headcanons!

Aaahhhh thank you so much!! 

Alright so, in honour of ur username…. Imma spout a Dadzawa + Bakuson + cat headcanon 

(Quick shout out to @arschemy first tho! This was originally her idea and she really helped me <3)

The sun’s going down and Katsuki is on his way back to the dorms from his run. 

It’s cold out, not cold enough for a jacket but definitely cold enough for a long sleeved shirt. The sky is getting darker and Katsuki’s heavy breaths become visible after every short exhale. The boy’s maybe got another three or four kilometers left before he’s back at UA’s gates, he’ll probably be there in about ten minutes.

A small, dark gray dot appears on the light gray concrete about two meters away from Katsuki’s feet. Then another falls a little away from there. Soon, more specs materialize and before Katsuki knows it, rain starts pouring down all around him. The street is empty. His hair dampens and falls down his forehead, wet locks of blond hair cover the top of his eyes. Raindrops slide down his neck and partially soaked socks make every step uncomfortable. 

He should probably pick up the pace.

There’s a loud shriek. Or more accurately, there’s a loud shriek-like sound. 

The noise comes from the alleyway to Katsuki’s right and the teen halts his movement right away. 

Taking a couple steps back, Katsuki peeks past the corner of the wall. He’s just in time to see a cardboard box flip over and fall to the ground. After a moment of nothing, the thing knocks itself about three centimeters to the left.

Katsuki’s pretty sure unanimous objects aren’t supposed to be able to do that.

He should probably investigate this. 

Making sure to keep his footsteps light, Katsuki carefully steps closer to the box. He needs to be cautious, you never know who or what could pop out from under a box in a sketchy alleyway. 

mrrreowwww!

Oh. It’s just a fucking cat.

Great. 

Somewhere, deep in the teen’s heart, Katsuki’s honestly a little relieved. Everywhere else though, Katsuki feels really stupid. 

Not everything is out to get you, you fucking idiot.

Maybe he’s starting to turn a little paranoid.

The side of the box lifts up slightly, just enough for a little black paw to stick out from underneath. 

Katsuki stares.

A black nose nudges it’s way underneath the box too, it fits perfectly in the gap created by the small paw. Whiskers and pointy teeth poke out from under cardboard.

Soundlessly, Katsuki crouches down.

The cat's head nudges and squirms it’s way out from underneath the box, once the small, drenched face completely finds its way out of its cardboard prison, it freezes.

Katsuki doesn’t move.

Big, red eyes stare into his.

Neither of them blink.

Rain still falls around them. Fat drops of water crash to the ground and two creatures get soaked in a stare off.

The cat gives first, it carefully tilts its head before cautiously continuing the process of getting out from under the box. It’s eyes stay locked on Katsuki.

Katsuki blinks then, the movement is slow and he doesn’t dare move any other muscle.

The cat blinks back. The thing’s found its way out from the box and it takes a cautious step towards the blond. Its black, spikey fur is a little tangled and really wet. Its ears are back and flat against its head. The thing looks underfed, cold and ready to pounce.

Katsuki offers his hand.

The distance between the two is closed slowly. After a couple sniffles, the cat comes even closer, maybe it senses Katsuki’s warmth. Maybe it craves that warmth.

Fuck.

Katsuki didn’t think he’d be relating to a fucking alleycat when he left for his run an hour ago, yet here he is. 

The boy carefully gives the shivering creature a pat on its head. The thing immediately demands for more.

No.

Fuck. 

He can’t get attached to the fucking cat. He’s not even a cat person for fucks sake.

mew

A little black paw comes up to tap Katusuki’s hand after it paused in its movement. Big red eyes seem to glow in the dark.

Tch.

When the hell did he become so weak?

---

Katsuki prays to any deity that nobody hears him enter the dorms. He really really really does not need anybody talking to him right now.

The cat squirms around in Katsuki’s shirt. The thing’s still shivering a little bit, but it’s already much better than twenty minutes ago. It serves as a nice lil’ heater on Katsuki’s chest too.

After looking around to make sure the coast is clear, Katsuki makes a bee-line for the stairs. By some miracle, he actually manages to make it to his room undetected.

Once he’s got the cat inside, Katsuki does his best to help the little guy out.

First, he takes the thing to the showers. Luckily for them, it’s too early in the evening for anybody else to be around in the bathroom so they get all the space they need to clean/ warm up. 

It doesn’t take long for Katsuki to discover the hardest part of the whole ‘cleaning process’. Even though the damn thing is already soaking wet, it absolutely refuses to touch the warm, clean water Katsuki prepared for it. Lets just say that giving the cat a much needed bath has earned the boy quite a couple scratches. 

The cat’s an annoying lil’ beast.

After both of them are all cleaned up though, it’s easy for Katsuki to brush the tangles out of the cat’s fur. The animal doesn’t put up any fuss and it actually seems to lean into the touch.

Katsuki finds some dinner for the both of them after all that is said and done. The cat desperately needs some food and water and although there isn’t any cat food in the dorms, they both make due with some random things Katsuki finds in the kitchen.

It’s too late to go out to a pet store right now, that’s just going to have to be done tomorrow.

The rest of the night, Katsuki and the cat just chill together. Katsuki honestly never knew watching a cat chase a laser could be so entertaining.

This kind of sucks, he thinks a couple hours after he found this monstrosity of a creature stuck under a fucking cardboard box in some random alleyway. 

He looks down to where the bundle of black fur is curled up on his chest, the damn thing is purring and maybe maybe it's definitely already earned a special spot in Katsuki's heart.

I can’t keep you.

Katsuki knows he can’t. It would be unfair to the cat and it would be too selfish of him.

It’s not like he wants it this way, but he knows- he knows the cat deserves better.

So, there’re really only two options:

1) Take the cat to a shelter. It’d probably find a good home to live in. There’s no guarantee that would be the case though.

Or

2) … Aizawa’s birthday is coming up. Katsuki hasn’t thought about what he wants to give his sensei yet but, everyone knows the man has a soft spot for strays. 

Yeah, Katsuki’s already made up his mind.

---

It’s been a suspiciously normal birthday so far. Shota’s a little over 15 hours into the day and somehow, with his hell class, nothing drastic has happened yet. It’s almost unsettling, not that Shota’s complaining of course. He just… isn’t used to this relative normalness. 

Whatever, he’s decided to just enjoy it. Perhaps the gods have finally decided to grant him a small break and the least Shota could do is accept that.

Anyway, Shota’s almost done giving his feedback speech to the kids and once it’s over, he’ll finally be free to take a much deserved nap. 

“All in all, you guys did a good job today. Each of you know what you need to improve on individually so make sure you do. Dismissed.” 

The class tiredly falters to the changing rooms at his words, except one stays where he is. The sight makes Shota sigh.

This is gonna be trouble, he thinks. The particular kid who's decided to stay behind is kind of notorious for- well he’s notorious for a bunch of things, but Shota will just use the word ‘danger’ for now.

Bakugou walks towards him as soon as the rest of the class is gone.

“Hey teach, I uhh gotchu somethin’.” The absolute hell child kind of awkwardly scratches the back of his head with those words. It’s obvious he’s having trouble with this, nevertheless Shota is incredibly proud of how far he’s come with his people skills. “Happy birthday I guess.”

Bakugou hands him a small, poorly wrapped package.

Honestly, Shota’s pretty surprised by the gesture. He… wasn’t expecting this. The class has already congratulated him with cake and gifts this morning, it was cheesy and sappy and sweet and it was done. The moment has already been had and it’s also already passed. Now Bakugou, of all people, is showing an extra form of affection towards him with whatever is wrapped in that paper.

Has the kid been hit with a quirk or something?

Unwrapping the package, Shota discovers... a collar. 

Oh god.

It’s red with black seams on the outside and black with red seams on the inside. 

Shota’s getting a very foreboding feeling about this, he’s also quite confused.

The man looks up to find Bakugou smirking.

“You can flip it around so either the black or red side shows.” The boy says.

“Bakugou, wha-?” 

“I chose this colour cause it matches with his eyes.”

The kid crosses his arms over his chest. Somehow, the smirk on his face grows, an unnamed feeling in Shota’s chest grows with it. 

“Also, I haven’t gotten a name tag yet cause I figured you’d want to name him yourself. Personally, I kinda liked ‘Dynamite’, but it’s obviously up to you though.” 

Shota gulps. Pieces are falling together and he’s not sure he likes the picture they show. 

What exactly did his devil spawn student do?

There’s no way- did he? Did he do what Shota thinks he’s done?

“Alright alright, look.” The kid says, hands up in a defensive stance. “Calm down sensei, jeez. Stop looking at me like you’re having a heart attack. I’ll explain, Okay?”

Shota takes a deep breath. He will show now sign of hope or excitement on his face.

“I was out on a run last week and I found a stray cat. I brought it back to the dorms cause it looked like shit and I- I just didn’t wanna leave it there.” Bakugou frowns at that, his gaze tears away from Shota’s and focuses on the ground instead. “Whatever. It’s really sweet and it deserves a good home. I knew you really liked cats and with your birthday coming up and all I just kinda figured you might want him? If you don’t then that’s fine of course, I just- hmph. It’s a good cat, okay?” The words are spoken clearly, Shota knows they’re used to hide insecurities though. Katsuki’s on the defensive.

There’s a lot to unpack. The main thing Shota notes is that Katsuki’s clearly gotten attached to this cat of his. 

To be honest, Shota’s already made up his mind about this. 

“So, you’re telling me you’ve been hiding a cat in your dorm room for a week now? You’re aware that’s against the rules right?” He keeps his voice calm and monotone.

The kid huffs. “Yeah, I have. And I do. I wanted to wait till your birthday to give him to you though, it’d kinda spoil the surprise if I told you.”

“True.” Shota stands up, thank god his capture weapon is there to hide his smile. 

Katsuki looks up to him and there’s a bit of a pause. He stares at Bakugou and Bakugou stares right back.

 “Well, am I going to be allowed to meet Dynamite or what?” Shota says, one brow quirked up in challenge.

Bakugou releases a breath, shoulders relaxing. “Yeah, you better take good care of him though, sensei. You won’t be forgiven if you don’t.” There’s a smirk on the boy’s lips, but his eyes are dead serious.

A fucking shovel talk.

Heh, leave it to his hell child to give such a casual yet intimidating shovel talk about a cat. 

Pretty impressive.

He’ll be a fine hero, Shota thinks.

---

So, Dynamite is a fucking angel. Shota loves him and it’s no wonder Bakugou got so attached to him, the cat literally follows the boy around everywhere and Bakugou is definitely its favorite person.

It’s kind of nice, seeing the kid relax and let loose whenever he comes over to the teachers dorm for the creature. It happens quite often and Shota even brings the thing over to the dorms sometimes, just so Bakugou can hang out with it for a while.

What? It’s good to see the kid’s shoulders slump down whenever Dynamite sits on his lap. Bakugou absentmindedly strokes soft, black fur and the actions automatically makes his guard drop, albeit slightly. 

Honestly, at this point Dynamite isn’t even his cat anymore. It’s his and Bakugou’s cat.

Shota doesn’t mind.