#Hope you have a good day! Toodles! :D

[chaosandmarigolds]

HIIII! I haven't been here in a bit and hii :D here's a few for the ask game cus yes. Speak about yourself <3 (you dont have to answer everything or anything!)

💛 what is your favorite feature on yourself?

🩵 do you have any pets?

🎵 favorite artists

🖤 favorite hobbies outside of your blog

🩷 dream job?

🍊 favorite season?

🔍 what character do you enjoy writing for the most?

⭐️ what is one of your biggest accomplishments? Why is it so important to you?

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Luv ya hugs! Hope everything's going good ^v^

Hiii pookie!!! I’m doing pretty good!!

💛- I really like my hands, they allow me to do my job and then they also aid me in everyday activities. I’m very thankful for them. (I think that’s what was being asked idk idk 😭)

🩵- I have a dachshund (yeah ik the Polish girl with a German dog, my friends always get a hoot out of that) and a big floofy white dog, we don’t know the breed 😭 I want cats! I’m just allergic.

🎵- …um…think white girl. White girl music.

🖤- hiking, sewing, and I also consider my paramedic classes to be a hobby cus I love them so so much.

🩷- …don’t come for me. I’ve always wanted to be a firefighter, and currently I’m an EMT, however I really want to be a mom one day and just from what I know of the field I don’t think I can be both very easily.

🍊- winter or summer! I like both equally.

🔍- I actually have an original story that I write in the most so it I’m being honest it would be Reagan BUT ….its Johnny MacTavish. I just…I never get asks or have any ideas for him so :p

⭐️- my business! When I was 17 I got really spiteful against my old job (they sucked) and so I started a business to get back at them, after a year and half I closed it down to go to college but I am so proud of it!

Toodles!

[beenbaanbuun]

hi so i have never popped into your inbox before bc i’m shy and i get a little nervous- but i just wanna say that i was not having a good day today and scrolling through your blog made me feel a little better 💓💓 i hope you know you are so loved, thank you for being such a joy <3

(if the emoji isn’t already taken, can i be ☀️ or 💘? but that’s all !! toodles bunny :D)

hi ☀️!!!

i’m sorry you’ve had a rough day :(( it’s always the worst when you feel like that. i always find reading fics to be comforting too so i’m glad mine could help you!!

toodles!!!

[papytonpropaganda]

Hi!

I just wanted to say how much I love your blog and your work. It's soooooo good.

Anyway, I just have to ask this because I need someone to share this thought with ...

What do you think would be Mettaton and Alphys' reaction to the song "For Good" from Wicked?

I'm going to infer that you're familiar with Wicked because you seem, based on what I've read in your fics, like a music history person.

I may or may not be planning a fic where Alphys and Mettaton get to see Wicked together ... and another where that song in particular shows up in a different capacity.

But, like ... those characters! ... that song! UGH!

Please ... please tell me I'm not completely unhinged. I've just never seen anyone in the UT fandom make that connection ever, but it's so painfully obvious to me.

Anyway, hope you're having a good day! I love your content! Keep being awesome, dear heart!

TOODLES! :D

hi!! thank you so much, I love your work too!! I've been meaning to go back and read it more thoroughly, I've just been too tired lately with job-hunting and interviews.

I'm actually not a huge music history person (though I'd love to learn more about it) but I am familiar with Wicked! never seen the show itself, but I've listened to the soundtrack and am very excited for the movie (partly as an Ariana Grande stan but also because I can finally see it in a financially accessible way!).

fun fact, in early versions of Walls, I was actually planning on Wicked being something that Mettaton was really interested in, and certain songs contributing to how he felt about himself (particularly No Good Deed). I can't remember why I didn't end up incorporating it, but it might be interesting to put it back for the new version.

as for the song For Good--I think if Mettaton and Alphys had been sort of avoiding discussing the ways they've hurt each other (for example, in Walls, neither of them have actually apologized to each other--they just kind of became friends again without talking about anything because neither of them are sure how to do so) I think that song would probably stir up a lot of emotion in both of them. it might hit them just how much their lives have changed because of each other. and in some ways, those changes HAVE been for the better, but in others... it's hard to say. what they do know is that they are permanently changed because they met.

the lyric "And now whatever way our stories end, I know you have rewritten mine by being my friend" REALLY hits me here, because both of their stories were certainly rewritten because of their friendship. Mettaton likely never would have become a star or gotten his dream body without Alphys, and Alphys never would have become the Royal Scientist, conducted the experiments that resulted in the Amalgamates, or likely even met Frisk and gotten more confident in herself. I like that this lyric makes it clear that the "rewriting" isn't necessarily good or bad. for Mettaton, most of it's good, arguably, but for Alphys it's very much a mixed bag. but either way, no matter what happens, whether they stay friends or end up going their separate ways, they will forever be changed because of their friendship.

I've never personally made this connection before but you're right, it IS really obvious when you point it out like this. I'm excited to see what you do with it in your fic! you're a great writer so I'm expecting great things!

hope you're having a good day too! you keep being awesome too!!

[foxaoxarts]

HO-HO-HO Merry (late) Christmas @sleebyswords! 

Here’s your Secret Bees gift! :DDDD

Also have a little doodle :>

Does this mean that their hands might touch?

Maybe.

Was that done intentionally?

...

Let’s go with a yes shall we?

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I had a blast working on this, hope you enjoy it! :)

This was my first Secret Santa and allow me to say that it was a great experience, thank you to the @secretbees2020​ mods for arranging this :D

[nerdysleepybunny]

Hello it's me again! Here to request some more riz fluff!!

I had a concussion not to long ago and.. what about riz comforting reader through their concussion? Like, he would be so good at comforting people. He would cuddle with you give you medicine. He would just be the sweetest thing while you're in pain.

Gn!reader please!!!

Thanks a bunch!! I hope you're well! Remember to drink water!! Toodles!! <333

Hello darling, my apologies it took to long to get to this. I haven’t been doing the best and needed a break, but I’m back and I think I’m ready to write again! If your request is taking a while to get out feel free to dm me about it, I wouldn’t abandon you guys without good reason. :)

🩷☁���N E R D Y S L E E P Y B U N N Y☁️🩷

Fandom(s): Beastars

Character(s): Riz

Reader: Gender neutral (they/you)

TW: Concussion

Style: Hcs

Summary: Riz helps you through a concussion

🩷☁️N E R D Y S L E E P Y B U N N Y☁️🩷

School was over and you had nothing to do, so you asked Riz to take a walk with you!

The two of you were walking and talking around near the dorms, even playing hide and seek in the woods (you always won as the hider, he simply couldn’t keep up with you! His attempts at hiding were so cute, he either couldn’t fit or there was some of him sticking out! You usually let the cutie win <33) and running around having fun.

You decided to show the bear how fast you could run, and he agreed! So he sat down on a bench as you stretched and prepared to run faster than you’ve ever ran before.

“3… 2… 1!”

And you were off! The wind was so loud in your ears, and it was taking over your senses as it flew through your fur, but you didn’t care, you ran with the wind and even you were surprised at how fast you were. You looked back and could barely even see Riz! You were now giggling, but as you looked back, you ran head first into a tree..

You had no idea what was happening. Were you on the floor? Were you floating? Were you dead? What did these words even mean? You couldn’t think or see, colors ans visions surrounded you, your ears were ringing, and what was that puddle of blue liquid? Wait, no, is it red? It smelt familiar.. blood?

Suddenly a large figure loomed over you, you couldn’t make out what it was. You giggled as you stared at the colorful blob. “Dinosaur..” Wait, what was a dinosaur? You let your head fall back to the floor, ignoring the…pain? What’s pain again? What were you feeling? Sleepy, you wanted to rest. You heard a distorted voice, but you couldn’t make out any of the words. You ignored it and rolled onto your side.

Riz forcefully grabbed you, shaking you and sitting you up. “Stay with me, you can’t sleep!” You still couldn’t understand him and he knew it, but he continued to speak, muttering nonsense and words of comfort, doing everything he could to try and get you to come to. All he needed was for you to at least be able to make out his face, or at least process his words. Finally you looked up, and stared at him for a long while. What was the word you were looking for? Wait, what are words? Whatever, you needed to figure this out. R….rrrr- Riz!

“R-Riz?…” You heard his voice, although distorted, you could make out a few words. Okay… Nurse… Stay.. with him. It’ll be okay, he’s taking you to the nurse. Your head was pounding, and your eyes were stinging. You could barely register the feeling of blood and tears. Everything hurt. But Riz was here with you, you knew you’d be okay.

He stayed with you as much as he could in the nurse’s office, only leaving when the nurse kicked him out. He’d even ditch classes just to stay with you. He brought you breakfast, lunch, and dinner that he cooked himself each day. He helped you take the medicine the nurse gave you, and was always there to wipe your tears.

When you finally got better and was allowed to leave, he was now extremely protective of you and never let you run too far, always reminding you to be careful and to pay attention. He helped you with whatever you needed help with and will freak out if you got even the slightest bit hurt. Even if you assure him you’re fine, he’ll still be watching from afar. Wouldn’t want his darling to get hurt again!

🩷☁️N E R D Y S L E E P Y B U N N Y☁️🩷

There we are! Again, my apologies for vanishing for a while, but I should be back to writing like normal. Hope you all enjoyed!

[clandestineloki]

Stolen

Loki: *sitting on a chair, book in one hand, holding a cup of tea in the other*

Y/N: *on the other side of the room, where she's 'supposed' to be working, staring at every detail of him, holding up her camera to take a picture of him*

Y/N's left brain: No. No, No, No. Absolutely not, put that down, he'll see you.

Y/N's right brain: Come on, you wimp, you've been staring at him since FOREVER! Take a picture so you can finally get back to work!

Y/N: *sighs*

Y/N's right brain: Come on, you know you want to...

Y/N's left brain: Stop encouraging her.

Y/N: *whispering* Here goes nothing.

Y/N's left brain: *groans* She's gonna regret this.

Y/N: *clicks*

Y/N: *eyes widening as she realizes she realizes she turned on the flash*

Loki: *turns to her*

Y/N's right brain: Oh shit.

Y/N's left brain: I had absolutely no involvement with this. I have had too much to handle already. I give up. Good day, everyone.

Y/N's right brain: Fuck it, you're on your own, kid. Toodles!

Loki: *stands up, walks slowly towards her with an unreadable expression on his face*

Y/N: H-Hey, Loki, d-do you need anyth-thing?

Loki: *is silent, continues walking towards her*

Y/N: *stands up* He-hey, I just had to take a pic cause you looked really ho- beautiful- I mean great in that lighting, I-I...

Loki: *doesn't react*

Y/N: I-I didn't mean to offend you or anything, I just did it for the aesthetic!

Loki: *still doesn't say anything*

Y/N: *walking backwards* God dammit, Loki, I feel like I-I'm talking to myself, you gotta give me something!

Loki: *moves forward faster*

Y/N: *stutters as her back collides with the wall*

Loki: *still isn't saying anything as he puts his hands on either side of Y/N's face*

Y/N: *looks down and aggressively takes the polaroid out of the camera* Ju-just take it.

Loki: *takes the picture from your hands*

Loki: *places a finger under her chin, a silent request for her to look up*

Y/N: W-well? Aren't you at least going to say anyth-

Loki: *suddenly smashes his lips against hers*

Y/N: *sighs against his mouth, snakes her arms against his neck*

Loki: *breaks away after a year*

Loki: I hope that would suffice.

Y/N: *trying to remember how to speak* F-For what?

Loki: *holds her camera up* As collateral for this.

Y/N: H-Hey, I need that-

Loki: *presses his lips against hers quickly but passionately*

Loki: *breaks away, turns to leave* Slow your heart, dove, I'll only be keeping this 'till tonight.

Loki: *looks back at her with an alluring smirk* That is, if you come to get it at my quarters.

Y/N:

Y/N: *stuttering* L-Loki...

Y/N's left brain: Alright, what did I miss?

[alonelyteensblog]

06/11/21

Good morning reader! its Saturday , not that I’m expecting anything new today , but I feel like today is gonna go slightly good , or so I hope. Well I literally just woke up and I  had to write something here otherwise my brain wont let me start my day lol. Also as soon as I woke up , I had this huge pain in my neck...turns out I slept in the wrong manner TvT...Hope you have a good day ahead :D ill try posting as much as i can ! Toodles for now!🥰

[gordvendomewhore]

BULLY OC MEME [HOLLIS FRENCH]

yo yo yo i meant to post this literal months ago but. yeah i didn’t AKNZKAKS

so i have two bully ocs, chris kato and hollis french! they’re girlfriends!!! they’re actually from my original story but i transferred them on over to bully for fun lmao

have fun reading!! and feel free to ask any questions about hollis if there are any lmao

[INFO]

Name: Hollis French

Gender: Female

Pronouns: She/Her

Sexuality: Lesbian

Clique: Preps

Personality: Persuasive, stubborn, two-faced, analytical.

Weapon/fighting style of choice:

- Hollis will avoid fighting if possible, since she isn’t strong enough to win against anyone outside of the Nerds and Non-Cliques.

- She’ll usually just sic Chris on anyone who bothers her.

- Her fighting dialogue mainly revolves around taunts, warnings to back off, and hints that she’s actually, well, scared.

- In a fight, Hollis prefers to use a wooden paddle.

[DIALOGUE]

Greetings:

- James, it’s lovely seeing you.

- Hello!

- Hopkins! Care to spare a minute of your day to talk?

Saying Goodbye:

- I’d love to talk longer, but my girlfriend is waiting for me. Toodles!

- I must bid you adieu, Hopkins.

- My presence is needed at the Harrington House, but hopefully we can talk at a later time?

Chasing:

- Don’t try to escape me, Hopkins!

- I don’t have time for games of cat and mouse!

- I thought you would be brave enough to face me!

Out of Breath:

- I’ll...have you whimpering...like a suckling puppy...once I catch you!

- ..Oh, heavens, this is what sweat is?

- I’ll just...ask Christine to hunt him down later...

Walking around talking to themselves:

- I wonder when Daddy will import me more paint.

- Men are disgusting, but Christine’s boyish charm is incredibly endearing....

- One day, Bullworth will have an entire museum dedicated to my work.

- [Under her breath] She’s lucky I can pay for all her pyromaniac madness.

- Perhaps staying in an airtight room with pernicious oil paints for several hours isn’t such a good idea...

- Another day of being absolutely gorgeous.

- Van Gogh wishes he could have my talent.

Conversing:

- Daddy says that I’m set to take over the company, and I’m not even the eldest child!

- Derby doesn’t seem at all interested in Pinky, don’t you think?

- I feel bad for Hopkins; Getting himself involved with that Garfield kid was a dreadful mistake on his behalf.

- Anyone willing to model for my next piece? [Response if someone agrees] No, no...not you.

- That Hopkins seems to be stirring up quite the ruckus.

- Does your girlfriend win you meretricious, polyester carnival prizes? [Silence] Hmph, I thought so.

- Do my glasses make me look like a nerd? God knows I don’t want be be associated with those scum.

Conversation Response:

- Disgusting.

- Okay? And what do you expect me to do about it?

- Mm, yes, that does sound delightful.

- God, no, never.

- Of course!

- How dreadful.

Complaining:

- I wish Christine would stop smoking. My pretty pink lungs could do without the second hand smoke.

- Derby‘s just fussy because I’m a natural blond and he has to rely on the bottle!

- What was Aquaberry thinking with a collection dedicated to polka dots of all things?!

- The paints Daddy got me were worth $300 by the tube instead of $400!

- Where’s Christine? I need attention!

- This wretched place is draining me of my talent.

Unknown/Cut Dialogue:

- It’s bad for my complexion to be around people so...poor. [Shudders]

- My life is going to be reduced to nothing but day drinking and a cubicle desk! I’ll be nothing but a younger, cuter Galloway! [Sobbing]

- Retribution has never been so sweet.

- My little firebug!

Starting fight with Cliques:

[Bullies]

- Step away, you lowlife!

- If you allowed me to break your nose, it’d open up the wonderful opportunity for a little work to be done!

- Don’t you have better things to do?

- Is this some perverted fantasy of yours?

- Pervert!

[Greasers]

- Aw, you’re just upset that my socks cost more than your shack.

- I hope you have health insurance!

- You bitch, did you just get your grease on my Aquaberry?!

- Touch me and that’s a lawsuit!

- Did that grease in your hair finally leak into your brain?

[Nerds]

- It’s adorable how absolutely unfair this fight is!

- I’ll make sure to donate some money for your hospital bills.

- Are you even trying?

- I’ll pay you to break your own leg.

- Aren’t there books on how to fight properly?

[Jocks]

- D-Don’t you think it’s a bit immoral to hit a girl?

- Lay a single finger on me, and my girlfriend will break all ten!

- ..Please avoid the face.

- If you break my limbs, could you at least avoid my left arm?

- [Nervous laughter] Oh, no...

[Townies]

- Keep your hands off me, trailer trash!

- Go back to the dumpster you belong to!

- You filthy bitch!

- Just take my Aquaberry; You’ve already contaminated it.

- Aw, do you need directions to the animal shelter? I hate to see malnourished strays moping around the streets.

Requesting an errand:

- You’ll do me a favor, won’t you, Hopkins?

- James! Mind running a quick errand? And don’t even try humoring me by pretending to decline my offer.

- Ah, Hopkins, what a pleasant day to help your favorite girl in need.

Friendly Comments:

- I see you’ve finally learned how to dress yourself, James.

- Ah, Hopkins, you look worthy of my respect today!

- You look amazing! Derby would be jealous.

- Ooh, you seem richer today, James! Did you rob a bank?

Unfriendly Comments:

- Your daddy forget to wear a condom?

- Your mommy forget her birth control?

- I’ll be happy to provide you a map of directions to the local orphanage.

- Just looking at you is lowering my IQ.

[EXTRA]

Demanding flowers:

- A pretty girl deserves pretty things, doesn’t she?

- My love isn’t a charity, James.

- There comes a time where you realize that my love, like all things in life, is not free.

- I’ll tell you a little secret: You can buy love!

After receiving flowers:

- Aw, my girlfriend doesn’t usually take interest in cutesy things, but she’ll love these!

- Oh...Hopkins, you shouldn’t have. No, really, you shouldn’t have.

- You need more practice with your floral arrangements.

- Thank you, James, the Harrington House was in desperate need for a pop of color.

Before kissing:

(No matter what, Jimmy can’t actually kiss Hollis)

- My heart belongs to another, James.

- O-Oh, Jimmy, you’re so...handsome! Yeah, no, I can’t even fake it.

- What do you take me for, some measly escort?

- Don’t you think I’m a bit, well, out of your price range?

@video-space the second half of my lesbians.....4 you.

[everythingthemoontouches]

hellooooo. are ur free readings still open? i am r ✨ a cancer and was wondering if you could tell me something about the love energies in my life? i just came out of a failed talking stage w someone (a friend) that didnt rly work out. is there hope for me 🙏

Clairaudient mesaage:

You are loved. You are cherished. Focus on sisterhood. There is someone for you.

Know your worth. Endings alway bring new beginnings. Like when a plant dies and a new seed germinates. When you linger at endings, you miss the beginning of the latest feature film. Take up gardening. Spend time with your pets. Birds? See if you wanna leave some water out or build a birdhouse. Your Guardian angel is probably tired by how sad you are. She's shaking her head cuz she knows there's something very special planned for you. The sun is creeping up at the horizon so stop staring at the shadows a d look up behind you. Lekin raat ke baad hi savera Hota Hai.the darkest hour of the night is the one before dawn.

Your energy reminds me of a cancer man taking me to a really fancy imported chocolate store and offering to let me pick which ones to buy. I turned him down and I wonder if you do this too? We accept the love we think we deserve?

What's loveable about you : your enthusiasm, spirit of discovery. You have a cautiously optimistic approach and you love learning about people's culture, traditions, ideology and values. People feel heard and a warm rush if affection for you. You're a gentle bonfire on a cold snowy winter morn, special snowflake (is that an insult these days? I think it's rather a cute name). Also you may be fun to travel or go exploring with. Think Sagittarius good natured charm and lucky vibes. Salamanders may be significant to you.

What's challenging you : needing to start over. I shit you not. But I think you'll receive signs wehne the timing us off. You're rebuilding yourself. Get your confidence back up. Order some roses. Or, create a romantic checklist / vision board on pinterest. Pamper yourself. Style your hair. Moisturize. Do some crown Chakra meditations. Listen to Isabella goddess energy videos. Just reaffirm your beauty to yourself. Also, if you're a guy, just do things that make you feel more love for you. I saw a post about a plushie being handed a plushie toy, voodoo doll of himself and being told to treat little him Nicely. ( no risqué stuff implied okay) talk to your friends.

The tower card flopped out so this is a time of learning, rebuilding, change and transition for you. You could be feeling a bit shaken by what happened but you'll survive.

As for these 3 months, I think it's a self discovery journey more than anything else. Any energetic blocks in your love life are smaller than you picture them. You're loved more than you know. I legit heard this bit while shuffling for you. Almost like an angel or a loving spiritual guide / protecting, brushing your hair aside and kissing your cheek reassuringly with the utmost love.

That's all for now.

Take care of yourself 💕 drink water. Eat strawberries. Wear pink / purple?

Purple specially

Toodles!

If you liked this reading, this reading be sure to check out my pick a cards list. Reblog if you'd like to help spread the word!

Thank you

Have a nice day 💐

[gottawriteanegoortwo]

From a wonderful anon:

could i request maybe one where dark has a super huge crush on the reader and basically everyone knows except for them?? and maybe the reader confesses and is all nervous and doesn’t think he likes them back?? and dark getting all flustered and happy?????

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Your wish is my command, lovely anon! :D

And to add to it, I’m going super cheesy. Coffee shop who? The deli is the place to be! Fall in love while making sandwiches! I mean, think about it! It takes longer to make a toasted sandwich than it does to make a coffee! More time to talk over a few weeks, right?

Word Count: 1,553

(So it had to be put into a new post so I could stick it under a read-more xD)

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Near the building the Egos rented for their work, there was a small deli. It was locally run and was never too busy. The Egos and non-egos that worked there were likely the reason it kept afloat. Not a soul had a bad thing to say about the place. Dark suspected it used to be a house and was renovated over time. It would make sense, given the ‘snug but spacious’ vibe the main sitting area had. It was a good place to host smaller meetings when he needed a break from the monotonous office atmosphere. But there was another reason why he never really refused an offer to walk over.

You.

You’d recently joined the staff on a part-time basis. It was a good chance for you to learn how best to interact with customers and practice the skill of sandwich making without the high demands of somewhere in the centre of the city. He couldn’t quite put his finger on it, but there was something about you that Dark was drawn to. No matter what was going on, you always had a smile and some simple, polite conversation ready while you made his order. It was a few minutes of peace before Dark had to return to the chaos of the offices and studios.

On this day, Wilford was rather energetic, playfully nudging the entity as they placed their order and paid. They were staying to have a chance to talk about plans for an investigation of some supernatural entity hidden in the river. Dark, as usual, thought it was ridiculous and was trying to shoot it down, but Wilford was having none of it.

“Hey hey look. There they are,” he whispered with a grin as he nodded toward the counter. Dark’s eyes briefly darted in the same direction, and there you were. Your back was to the pair as you prepared coffee for someone standing at the till. It was too much of a risk, and Dark quickly turned back to his own cup before the faint warmth on his face spread beyond his control. This was enough to make Wilford sigh.

“Listen. I know I said ya gotta open up a bit an’ try datin’, but this is embarrassin’. They think ya hate ‘em.”  The reporter rested his head on one hand as he idly stirred his iced tea.

“It’s better this way. I can’t risk anything.” Dark intended to leave it at that, but Wilford was stubborn.

“What’s that ‘sposed ta mean? Yer always parrotin’ off that bullshit ‘bout ‘not being human’ an’ ‘wah wah I’m an emotionless heartless monster’ -”

“Wilford -”

“- but here ya are, gettin’ all rosy over th’ sight of ‘em! This is love, my dear VHS! Ya gotta give this a chance, an’ ya can’t do that hidin’ over here hopin’ they’ll quit an’ leave one day.” Dark was about to object, but was quickly cut off by Wilford adding, “An’ don’t try denyin’ it. I can tell. Yer all calm an’ happy when ya come back from here. Then ya try ta quickly shake it off ya like got snow in yer hair!” By this point, Dark was seething. The constant belittling and mocking was only serving to push his buttons in the wrong way.

“Then what do you suggest I do? Emotions aren’t exactly my forte.”

“Talk to ‘em. That’s all. Nothin’ else.” Wilford looked sympathetic, which was a miracle in itself. “An’ ya forgot ta order yer lunch, so chop chop!”

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After the little confrontation with Wilford, going to the counter was surprisingly more daunting than usual.

The moment Dark was spotted, the older lady who had been making sandwiches told you that she was going to the bathroom and needed you to cover her spot. As you moved to the counter, you missed the knowing smile she threw to a rather nervous Dark. Of course, you didn’t see the nerves in the entity posture. What you did see was this mysterious figure, impeccably dressed as always, giving you a ‘look’ you couldn’t distinguish. You two seemed to get along when chatting, but you couldn’t shake the feeling that he hated you. As much as it stressed you out, you bottled your feelings and focused on taking his order.

“I apologise. My friend informed me I neglected to order any food. Would I be able to get -” You interrupted him by rattling off his usual order with a slightly mischievous tone. He looked taken aback, and you wondered if you crossed a line, only for his expression to soften to reveal a faint hint of a smile. “Am I really that predictable?”

So far, so good.

You smiled as you started making the order. It was one of the popular ones on the menu, but with one minor tweak. You always made sure to add a little extra of that. He never complained, so you assumed it wasn’t a problem. As usual, you asked how work was, what he and the other man were doing here. 

“It is both work and a break,” Dark explained, throwing a glance over his shoulder. Wilford’s face lit up and he gave two thumbs up once he noticed Dark looking in his direction. “Apparently, I looked like someone who hadn’t taken a break in ‘four days’.” When you stalled your work to ask if that was the case, Dark shook his head with a chuckle. “No, I simply look tired all the time. A common misconception.” You couldn’t help but notice that he did look exhausted. You had always assumed it was the stress of the job, but maybe he had sleeping problems, or a lack of a social outlet? That can be exhausting when your life revolves around work. Luckily, before you could dwell on it too long, you had to put the sandwich into the oven to heat it up. “But, if you forgive me for asking, how have you been?”

A simple diversion is enough for you to talk a little about your own world once you walk to the till to charge him for this order. You couldn’t help but notice how intently he focused on you. His expression shifted in reaction to some points you made. Neither of you seemed to notice how no new customers had arrived in the entire time this conversation took place. Instead, the conversation flowed naturally between you both. In fact, the only true interruption was the faint ‘beep’ of the oven timer. 

You arrange the sandwich on the dish, with a side of chips and salad. There was a hesitation, a near reluctance to finish the job. It was only Dark calling your name that snapped you back to the moment.

“Is everything alright?” His face seemed neutral, but you would swear there was a trace of worry in his voice. You didn’t answer at first, opting to key in the bill and get the money. However, when you handed the receipt and change, you slipped a small note in as well. You had hoped everything would be pocketed to discover later, but Dark had noticed the addition immediately.

“I think you gave me -” He froze as he read what was written on it:

-

Dark,

I know we only know each other through my work. If you’re free, I’d like to buy you a coffee. But not in my work. That would be embarrassing. Anyway here’s my number.

-

He was silent for several moments, and it was enough time to contemplate how best to sink into the floor and disappear forever, but his voice broke the silence.

“You… want to have coffee… With me?” Dark almost seemed confused. You nodded. “As… Friends?” A question you had hoped wouldn’t be asked, but you had to address it. With a resigned sigh, you shake your head and admit that you would rather it be a date. Before you could decide what to do, you heard a sigh of relief.

“I was sure you didn’t care for someone like me.” What a confusing statement for the entity to say, and you express that. “No, you don’t understand. I’m used to being - how would you say - disliked. The man I entered with today…” He trailed off as he noticed Wilford had disappeared. Typical. “Well, he’s the only person I’ve considered a friend, until I met you. Given my personal record I didn’t want to run the risk of losing someone I considered a friend, let alone… Someone I’m romantically interested in.” Now it was your turn to let out a breath you didn’t realise you were holding. He had an expression unlike anything you had seen - a bright smile. It made your heart flutter, and you almost missed Dark reach forward to take a pen. In moments, the receipt was handed back to you, with a number written in pen at the bottom.

“I should be finished around five. Mayhaps we could try and arrange something?”

“Hey, Dark! C’mon! I can’t keep these people out here all day!” Without a chance to say goodbye, Dark was dragged out by a grinning Wilford. 

A moment later, Wilford popped back into the deli and lifted Dark’s plate with a wink.

“He still needs that lunch. Toodles, an’ I told ya it’d work out okay~” A blink, and Wilford was gone.

[minecraftoworymode]

newtons third law says that for every action there is an equal and opposite reaction and so while doodlingcubes has created an incredibly valid and stannable human reuben i, master of sin and the dark arts, have created the most invalid and questionable human reuben

below the cut is something of an explanation for how this trainwreck happened hghfdlghldkfh

so like romeo creates most if not all of his own problems right? he’s a disaster who sets himself up to have a terrible time constantly and keeps getting nerfed because he blames things not working on others instead of looking at his own behaviour. this is canon piece of evidence 1/2.

reuben can handle himself faced with an armed opponent (to borrow from the tvtropes bc im too lazy to find a clip, “If you choose to say nothing when Reuben has been kidnapped by a butcher, Reuben will give you a brief Disapproving Look before proceeding to beat the crap out of the butcher himself.”). this is canon piece of evidence 2/2.

ok. so.

five seconds into playing saints row IV i started coming up with an mcsm au for it bc the thing practically writes itself, with jesse being the boss and romeo being that zenyatta guy or whatever. and i was having a great time pairing characters until i got to the matter of the boss’ best friend, this guy johnny guitar, who was such an impressive warrior that zumba had to imprison him several years before sr4 started just to make sure that earth’s biggest threat wouldn’t stop him from invading. and like. jesse has a lot of friends, but the one character they actually repeatedly refer to as being their best friend is

this lil guy. and i was like. ok i cant make johnny cash reuben, that’d be weird. but i can’t not make him reuben. 

BUT THEN i had a jimmy neutron-style brainwave that ended up spitting out this (in my au the choice of champions wasnt petra and jack but rather radar and jesse- this is from the jesse line)

THE ADMIN: you know, i couldn't help but notice that- despite the loads of fun we've been having- you've been looking a little glum. so, i decided to find you a little something to cheer you up!!

JESSE (ohhh shit here we go again) (awkwardly and strained): listen, admin, the first fifteen laser swords were really cool but-

THE ADMIN, poofing a stage with curtains covering it into the room: (weird shushing noise a la “abedup”) can i get a drumroll, please! (he rolls the r in drumroll bc hes extra like that) (he gets a drumroll, obviously, though there are no visible drums)

THE ADMIN (announcer voice like in the challenge room): he's pink, he’s big, his lack of co-operation got him turned him into a pig, iiit's your best friend-

(the curtains pull open, revealing a very confused, very pink, and very beefy human facing the wrong way and looking like he just got pulled out of a fight bc he's fuckign ready)

THE ADMIN: reuben!!! :D

JESSE, trying not to cry because now they miss their friends even more: uh... (why does this keep happening) i- thanks, really, i really appreciate it but- reuben was a pig?

THE ADMIN: (melodramatic sigh) do you really think i'd make the same mistake hadrian did? (jesse starts- they hadn’t been expecting him to know so much about the details of that particular adventure. of course he couldve just read lukas’ book (which he did) but it still takes them by surprise) this is the real deal, jesse.

REUBEN, turning around: ... jesse??

(jesse and reuben make eye contact, like in that one trope where they just KNOW it’s the other person- jesses like ‘id recognize those soulful eyes anywhere.’ n- well, jesse’s jesse, but both dont really dare to hope that it’s true. still, the admin is grinning widely, looking super pleased with himself even as reuben stumbles forward and pretty much collapses off the stage)

REUBEN: the- the witherstorm, it- where is it? we have to-

THE ADMIN, waving his hand: hah! don't worry your pretty little head about that, champ- er... champ. (very short awkward pause ok MOVING ON FROM THAT) jesse here managed to slay it aaall by themself! oh, you should've seen it, it was SUPER epic-

JESSE: wait wait wait, you're- you're telling me THIS is reuben?

THE ADMIN: the one and only! (fondly) he was a real hero back in the day- almost as promising as you are, jesse! only... very, hmmm... disobedient.

(shot of the admin and reuben looking at each other. there is A History here.)

THE ADMIN: 'course i couldn't bring myself to just kill him, so i decided i’d turn him into something so cute and harmless no one’d ever want to cause him trouble! (proudly) and more importantly, he wouldn't be able to cause trouble for himself. (laughing, but kind of through gritted teeth) because he was very, very good at that. (pause) and it worked, (off to the side) up until you dragged him into a fight he had no business being in, (back to jesse) but it all worked out in the end, didn’t it! (laugh) maybe i should try this ‘being generous’ thing out more often.

REUBEN: THAT'S what you call-

THE ADMIN: anyhow, i'm sure that's all water under the bridge now, 'ey? it’s not often i respawn people, you know, so if i were you i'd make the most of this second chance and not muck it up. (meaningful, threatening pause) well, i'm sure you two've got a LOT to catch up on, so i’ll leave you to it. toodles! (vwoops away)

n jesse and reuben are both like

anyway im not sure he actually would look just like johnny gat but @simple-mooshroom-herder​ told me to draw it anyway so here we are.. thanks for coming to my tedtalk hgldhflghdlfhg

[artgurusauce]

Make It Or Break It: Exclusive Deleted Scene

Hey there y'all, still packing and still going through the motions but I've got a nice little surprise for y'all.

So whilst cleaning out my laptop again, I found a very old deleted confession scene I wrote for Make It Or Break It that I decided I'd revamp and post here for you guys to read. Honestly, the confession scene was the most re-written thing in the whole fic, since when I first wrote it, I had a very different plan for the entire fic. But funnily enough, it ended up becoming an English assignment for Senior year and things just kinda...changed.

But boy am I glad they did, cause I definitely took a much better direction than some of the other stuff I wrote. Still, this is one of the few deleted scenes that had a couple ideas that weren't that horrible. So I re-wrote all the stuff I hated about it and made it into a semi-independent one-off sort of. I mean, it still mostly applies to the context of Make It Or Break It, but you don't have to read it to enjoy it if you are a first timer reading this post so hey.

Buuut, if you do want to read the original fanfic, you can find it here: Make It Or Break It

I promise I will post on my other fics again as soon as possible, but here's some fluff for ya while you're waiting. Thanks again for your support and I really hope this move smooths over soon. Toodles my little noodles~ ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- As every night, they were closely watching the stars that glittered in the sky, while their Pokémon played care-freely in the motel room. And, like every night, they exchanged pleasantries as they pointed out various constellations and made up their own. They were both smiling, they were both laughing. It was moments like this that made Gladion believe that all his running would end up being worth it in the end. Perhaps he could even stay here, with him. That would be like a dream come true. For some reason, the air felt very different tonight. The wind was calmer and more gentle. Gladion wondered why that was. But it seemed that Hau hadn't really noticed it. Or had he? It was hard to tell these days. Hau was a lot more perceptive than he gave him credit for, after all. Despite how much he tried to hide his fears and his worries, Hau could always see right through him. He could always guess his plights accurately. Almost as if...he knew Gladion's look for some reason. Was that because he himself had looked that way before to others? All his self-doubts seemed to suggest that perhaps Hau knew him so well because he was like him. Maybe not afraid of everything, but, afraid of something. That fact alone irked him. He hated the idea that anything could be troubling Hau. It's why he always considered himself a burden to him. After all, how could anyone be "happy" that someone put a target on your back? And yet, he was almost insistent Gladion wouldn't leave him. Even if the Aether Foundation comes to get me, I don't care! Those words lit a flame inside of him. For the first time, he had felt hope. He felt as though things really could be ok for them. He didn't feel fear, or doubt, or sadness. He felt warm, he felt safe, he felt...happy. Hau was his sanctuary, and despite his fears, he'd be loathe to part with him now. Even if things got dangerous, they should stick together, shouldn't they? Or was that just his attachment talking? Hau's smile looked so pretty as he laughed. What was this fuzzy feeling in his stomach? Gladion couldn't stop himself from laughing himself to tears alongside Hau. He couldn't even really remember why they were laughing anymore. This moment was just too blissful and mesmerizing. Hau snorted, and wiped away his own tears with his thumb as he tried to calm himself down. Still, his huge grin remained like the flushing on his cheeks. He too, had forgotten what was so funny. But he didn't care. He was enjoying himself far too much. Finally, he calmed enough to speak. "Y-Your laugh sounds really weird, Glad~" "D-Does n-not~! You're th-the one snorting~! Hahaha~!" "Sh-shut up~! I'm just...snrk...m-my nose i-is just stuffed." "Yeah, right!" Hau sighed, wiping one last stray tear from his eye before smiling warmly at his travel companion. He was still stifling his scoffs of laughter and failing miserably. "I'm just kidding. It sounds really cute, actually." Gladion's coughing laughter was instantly silenced and he blushed. He peered up at Hau shyly, "Y...You really think so?" Hau nodded, "Yeah! It's nice to see you so happy, you know?" Gladion couldn't help another shy smile as his cheeks glowed even more. "T-thanks...you too." Hau looked up at the stars again, tilting his head to look for a new constellation. "Hmmm, do you see anything else up there, Glad?" he asked. Gladion scanned the sky, squinting at a certain collection of stars. He traced them with his index finger, miraculously making the mental image of an Eevee's face. "I see...an Eevee, over there," he said, drawing Hau's attention. He tilted his head at it and squinted his eyes as well. "Hmm, I don't see an Eevee, but I do see a Floette." Gladion snickered again, "How do you see a Floette?" "How do you see an Eevee?" "It's right there!" Hau suddenly frowned as his eyes lit up. The odd reaction made Gladion's smile fall with worry as he raised a brow at his friend. "What's wrong?" Hau shook his head rapidly to shake himself out of the internal epiphany he appeared to be having. Then, he beamed and grinned widely again, "I-I just remembered something! Stand up, I wanna try it with you!" Gladion was perplexed by this, but didn't hesitate to rise to his feet alongside his companion. Hau approached him, suddenly excited for some reason. "It's a trick I learned from my mom. I think I remember how to do it." Gladion sneered at this, "O-Ok...it won't hurt, will it?" Hau waved his hands back and forth frantically, "Oh, no no no! Totally pain-free, I promise! She once told me that the eyes are like...a window to the soul. So if you read them like you read palms, you can tell a lot about someone!" "Really? C-Can you read mine?" "Sure I can! Give me your hands." Hau held out his palms, and Gladion gently placed his hands on top of them. His fingers curled into Hau's, and a faint blush came to his face again. Luckily, it was hardly noticeable this time. He looked into Hau's eyes, trying his best not to let his blush get any brighter than it already was. Though it was difficult when he was gazing directly into Hau's deep, dark eyes. He felt like he could stand here like this forever, really. Hau peered at him, smiling coyly as he seemed to be examining him. "Hmmm...I seee...a curious wanderer." Gladion was caught off-guard by this answer. Was he really so invested his surroundings all the time? He hadn't noticed. He tilted his head slightly, perplexed by the odd observation, "You...do?" Hau nodded, "Mmhm!" He continued his assessment without prompt, "I see someone...who's really interested in the world around him. He's smart, and he learns real quickly and real easily." Each new reading flattered Gladion more than the last. He wondered if Hau really thought these things about him, or if that was really him reading his eyes. He smiled, "Wh...what else do you see?" Hau squinted his eyes at Gladion for a moment, pouting a bit as if trying to focus. "I seeeee..." he trailed off. For a moment, he seemed to struggle to find anything else, which made Gladion's smile fade as he began to worry again. However, Hau's eyes suddenly became wide open as he peered at the older boy again. It suddenly seemed he was saddened by whatever it was he saw. And hesitantly, he continued as Gladion listened eagerly. "...I see a boy. He's...really lonely. And scared. And sometimes he does some really reckless things with the best intentions because of it." Gladion's spirits drifted down momentarily. All this was horrifyingly true. He had never felt so alone and frightened as he did being out here on these islands. Hau and his Pokémon certainly made it feel a lot less like hell, but something still felt like it was missing. But what was it? He felt like now he had everything he'd need right here. His Pokémon, his new friends, Hau. Wait...what is this feeling? He could almost swear that the whole world had disappeared except for Hau and himself. Suddenly, Hau smiled again. "But, I also see someone who's brave. A boy who's done a lot of good, and doesn't realize it," he suddenly finished. Gladion's eyes glazed over as he tried his hardest not to let himself cry. He had no words for what Hau had just said. He felt touched and yet, he also felt relieved. Did Hau really think he was brave? Had he truly done as much good as Hau said? Arceus, he would give anything for that to be the truth. He had done so much wrong. Screwed up so much. He'd give anything if he could make a change for the better. Hau took his silence and his reaction poorly. He instantly recoiled, loosening his grip on Gladion's hands. "...A-Ah...sorry. That was...too far, wasn't it?" Gladion snapped out of his trance at this. He didn't know how to respond, unfortunately. It was a little far into his head, he will admit. Though, was it really a bad thing? Then, a strange idea came to him and he pulled Hau's hands up to get his attention, "...C...Can I..." The younger boy tilted his head at him curiously, wondering what it was he wanted to say. Finally, he got it out. "...Can I try it?" "You...want to read my eyes?" The blonde nodded, "Mmhm. I-I don't think I'll be as good as you, but⁠—" Hau waved one of his hands back and forth again, "No no! I'm sure you'd be fine! It's not hard! G-Go ahead..." He brought his hand back down to grip the one he had let go of, staring carefully at Gladion. The older boy nodded again, and stared back into his eyes. "O-Ok...I'll try my best..." he muttered. He stared for a long minute, before his head started filling up with numerous thoughts. He wasn't sure if it was because the reading was working, or if his heart was the one speaking when he began assessing Hau. "I see...a boy who's very happy, and optimistic. Always smiling, even in the worst of times. His happiness is...infectious, really." He smiled shyly, his blush getting a bit more noticeable. But Hau was blissfully oblivious to it, grinning and beaming excitedly. The mere idea that his upbeat attitude had a remote affect on his friend made him burst with joy. "Really?" he gasped. Gladion couldn't help but scoff in a slight chortle again, "Yeah~. And I see more, too." Hau couldn't help but bounce up and down with anticipation. "Tell me, tell me!" The older boy chuckled, "Ok, ok~! Stay still." Hau forced himself to stand perfectly still, though he was still trembling a bit from the excitement. He could hardly contain his goofy grin. Gladion smirked coyly, deciding to have some fun with the cute bundle of joy. "Mmm...I see a real airhead. Someone who must jump into things without thinking about it even more than I do. He's very enthusiastic to say the least. And I also see someone who can get a little too ahead of himself sometimes~" he teased, barely able to contain his chuckles between words. "H-Hey!" Hau couldn't help but chuckle despite the mockery. "I'm not done yet~" "You're just making fun of me, you jerk~!" "Shhhh, stay still." Hau tried his best yet again to remain still. It was a bit easier this time, but this time he was mostly trying to contain his laughter. His face was flushing again, most likely from his struggle to keep quiet. Gladion began in a teasing voice again, causing Hau to snort, "I seeee~..." He trailed off suddenly, when Hau squeezed his hands to release some of the adrenaline coursing through him. It was a small gesture, and he probably hadn't even noticed he'd done it. Still, it snapped Gladion right back out of his playful attitude. The air felt really different now. He stared deep into Hau's eyes, his smirk fading as his eyes glimmered. Why was his heart racing all of the sudden? This was just some silly game, wasn't it? And yet, it felt like more than that. He tried again to get his words out, but his voice was a bit shakier this time, "I...see..." He couldn't finished again, and Hau noticed. His own smile faded as he no longer struggled to keep in his laughter. He stared at Gladion curiously. Had he seen something that scared him? Just as Hau was about to ask, Gladion's eyes changed again. He seemed to see more clearly now. "...I see a boy who's a lot stronger than he looks. A lot tougher." Hau blushed a little at the sudden compliment. Why did he feel so warm so suddenly? Gladion continued with a sad look, "He's happy on the outside, but on the inside, he's kind of sad. He toughs through a lot to make others happy. He puts them over himself." Hau's expression turned sheepish at this. Even had had to admit he was indeed guilty of this. Still, it was overshadowed by the odd fuzziness he felt. Why did he feel so hot? Wait...the air is different, isn't it? How did he not notice before? "And he's never afraid of anything scary. Or the possibility that anything may go wrong. He's courageous," Gladion finished, his sad look fading away. He had a strange glint in his eyes. A look of adoration. God, those emerald eyes were so bright and beautiful. Hau couldn't possibly look away from them. Hau muttered, unable to find proper words, "G...Gladion..." Damn, what's going on? Stop reading too much into this...! This is just a game, isn't it? So then why...? Why does it feel...like something's happening here? Why is he looking at me like that? Everything's changed...my heart won't stop racing. Why...? The boys were oblivious to each other's thoughts, not even realizing they both felt it. They both felt that something was different. Something about this, whatever it was, was making them both vulnerable. Still, Gladion decided to continue onward to try to push it all back. He began stuttering as he struggled to focus, "...I-I...I see someone...that's a talented Trainer, even if he doesn't realize it. His Pokémon adore him, and he loves them back." He wasn't sure if this was even what he saw in Hau's eyes anymore. His mind was running rampant with Hau. Only Hau. He didn't even realize he was blushing so brightly that Hau could see it anymore. Though even if did realize, he wouldn't even care. Wait, why would he care? He was struggling harder now as he tried to continue coherently, "I see a boy who's kind and compassionate, who's always there for others and never there for himself. I see...a friend." Hau's eyes lit up at this reading. True as it were, Gladion had already called him his friend before. Still, it always felt so exhilarating to know he valued him so. Gladion meant everything to him, after all. It was only natural that he pined for Gladion to see him the same way, wasn't it? Oh, Arceus, what was this? Hau's cheeks glowed as he felt Gladion squeeze back at his hands. But he didn't look down. He kept his eyes trained on the emerald orbs that stared back at him. He could tell the older boy was really struggling now. Something was going through his mind, but what was it? "I-I see...I s-see..." he trailed off again. What was wrong with him? His mind was juggled with too many thoughts. He couldn't pick one. He wondered if Hau was still silent. There was a irritating distant ringing in his ears that made him think he might have been losing his mind again. He hoped he wasn't breaking down in Hau's arms right at this moment. He didn't want to do that to Hau. They were supposed to be having fun. They were laughing and smiling just a moment ago. Why was it so quiet all of the sudden? His heart skipped a beat, as his mouth moved before his brain could even process what he was saying. "...I see a boy...th-that I'm in love wi⁠—" He gasped, stopping himself before he dared finished and bringing up one of his hands to cover his mouth. His face turned bright red, and Hau's mimicked his own in this regard. Despite his efforts, the damage had already been done, and the older boy knew this as he stepped back, releasing Hau's other hand. Hau's eyes were wide, staring at his friend bewildered. Almost...horrified. No...no no no. How could he have let something like that slip out of him? He ruined everything! He couldn't face Hau. No, he didn't want to. He turned away from him, hugging himself and keeling over with shame as he hung his head. The older boy trembled, resisting the urge the cry even harder now. But he couldn't keep it up this time. Tears slid down his face against his deepest wishes. Still, he was able to withhold whimpers and sobs from escaping his lips. He didn't want to bother Hau with his trite tears. He wouldn't blame him if he locked him out of the motel room for this. Hau reached his hand up to the older boy, but stopped himself when he had turned away. He slowly put it down, staring at his friend with worried eyes. He could tell his friend was shaken. Was that just the slip of the tongue? Or did he truly mean what he had said? Perhaps it was both. Hau was sure it couldn't have just been a mistake. The way that Gladion looked at him, the way his eyes changed...it all felt real. Was this why the air was different? Was this why it was so quiet just now? A determined glint shone in his eyes suddenly. He knew he couldn't just let Gladion stand there and suffer if what he said was how he truly felt. Hau wanted to tell him the truth too, like he should have to begin with. He approached Gladion slowly, gently reaching out his hand again to touch one of Gladion's. He whispered gently to his companion, hoping to soothe him by remaining calm with him. "Can I...start over...? I forgot something..." he whispered. The blonde peered at him curiously, his brow raised in confusion. "H...huh...?" "Just trust me..." Hau didn't really noticed that he had been crying until he stood up straight and turned to face him again. It shocked him for a moment, but he didn't let it distract him. Instead of grabbing onto Gladion's hands again, he reached up and caressed his cheek gently. He swiped his thumb along his cheek briefly, causing Gladion to blush as his eyes widened with shock. The touch was odd, but he much enjoyed how the contact felt. Hau smiled gently as he began reading Gladion's eyes again. "...I can see a boy. He's taller than me, and older than me, and smarter than me too. He likes to read, and it's really cute how excited he gets about books. His smile is..." he blushed a bit before continuing, "It's beautiful. And when he's happy, it makes me happy." The older boy's eyes glimmered as his tears began to dry up. His heart was racing again as he listened to Hau's words. His face turned red again however, when Hau brought up his other hand to brush Gladion's bangs out of his face. "...I see a boy, that I..." Is this really happening...? If I'm dreaming, please don't wake me up... "Th-that I've loved since we began travelling together." Gladion's eyes lit up with a brightness the likes of which Hau had never witnessed before. Though his tears began shedding again as he trembled once more. His voice was shaky as he called out his companion's name, "H-Hau..." Hau could only think to try to wipe away the endless stream of tears that slid down Gladion's face. He made no progress, but he refused to give up. It took the older boy a few moments to process what Hau had said, before he finally gave a proper response. "You...you t-truly...m-mean that...?" "Of course I do." It all almost seemed completely perfect. Gladion's heart had ached for so long. He pined for someone, anyone to love him. He had been deprived any attention, any care for years now. And yet, Hau was so willing to give it without condition. Wiling to give it so often, and promise him almost every day now that he'd never abandon him. That was the one barrier that had kept him from trusting in Hau the most. His mother had already damaged him so much it was near impossible to reach his heart. And yet, Hau still wouldn't give up on him. He wouldn't leave, no matter how much danger they were in. No matter how much risk Gladion was to him. No matter if he knew the full story or not. He had always been there to help Gladion when others wouldn't. The older boy never realized before how much he needed Hau. How much he needed to hear those words. How much he adored the peppy, vibrant boy. He wanted to smile and laugh along with him. He wanted to feel at peace again. And Hau allowed him feel that way. Hau noticed Gladion grip at his hoodie tightly. It seemed he was struggling to decide something still. He looked into his eyes again, "What is it...?" Gladion bit his lip, struggling to figure out the answer to that question. His head was so fuzzy. His chest was fuzzy too. "I just...I-I want..." he trailed off. His inability to reach an answer was beginning to frustrate him. What did he want? What more was there for him to...Suddenly, it hit him like a train as he stared at Hau with infatuated eyes. "I think...I want to kiss you." "...Then kiss me." Gladion leaned closer to Hau's face, his eyes fluttering shut. Hau leaned up as well, meeting him halfway as they locked their lips in their first kiss. Hau brought his hands down, wrapping them around Gladion's neck. The older boy wrapped his own arms around Hau, pulling him closer as he deepened the kiss. His tears had completely dried themselves at this point. All he felt was pure bliss. And Hau felt the same, hoping to Arceus that this moment would never end. But alas, air was still an important resource. Eventually, they had to part their kiss to breathe. They pressed their heads together, gazing into each other's eyes endlessly as they tried to catch their breath. Hau was the first to do so as he spoke up. "E aho, Gladion. I'll be here as long as you need me. I promise you," he whispered lovingly. Gladion couldn't help but smile at the sentiment. "Thank you, Hau. I'm glad...that you're still here with me," he whispered back. "Of course...how many times do I gotta tell you, you big dummy?" "I know...we're...friends." "Well...we're more than that, now." "Hm...I like the sound of that~"

[cozycryptidcorner]

Hey, I'm the person from the kitsune/lantern ask a while back! I have loved all your writing and wanted to ask just about that. I was wondering when you started writing and what was the reasons for starting? Hope your having an amazing day/night and toodles for now!

Thanks!

I started writing (or at least telling stories) since I was able to draw. I started really seriously writing when I was twelve, my mom had signed me up for NaNoWriMo. I was h o o k e d.

I started to write even more seriously when I dipped my toes in fan fiction two years ago, and I was pretty good at it. I wrote like an absolute madman for a year, then noticed the Kelpie exophilia stories while trying to research something for an AU, and thought this is pretty great. I though it so hard that I wrote my first exophilia story and boom, success overnight. It was like a goddamn miracle, especially since my fan fictions weren’t seeing as mich traffic due to an over saturated fandom. So I kept writing exophilia stuff, and gradually cut off the fandom stuff altogether.

[nerdysleepybunny]

Hey there! It's me again. I saw your post about you not getting any requests in! I know how that fills. I haven't got any requests in a few weeks and I'm totally bored.

But I thought maybe I could help take away your boredom with a request!!

(This is going to be another riz request I don't know if you still write for him or not so if you don't just ignore this)

I have two ideas for a request. And I don't know which one to request.. so I'll just write both and them you can pick and whichever one you don't choose I'll write myself.

Okay now, I have this cute image in my head of riz and reader walking through the woods holding hands during the fall time. The leaves are on the ground so their crunching under their feet. But it's still pretty early fall so so there are still colorful leaves on the trees. And it's pretty chilly so riz gives reader his jacket/hoodie and it just swallows reader. And riz thinks it's funny. And then they just keep walking around the forest until it's gets almost dark and watch the sunset together before heading back to school.

And the next one, riz and reader are play fighting because riz ate the last two cookies that reader made, that reader was looking forward to eating. And riz got a little to ruff and hurt reader. Not back just like a bruise on their hip or arm and riz feels absolutely terrible about it. But reader reassures him that their fine but he promises himself that he'll be extra careful when they play fight for now on.

Do you what you want with this!! I hope you have a good day/night and remember to drink water toodles <333

Welcome back, and yes I still write for him!! These are super cute ideas! I myself got stuck on which to choose lol. And tysm for the kind words! I hope you enjoy.

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Fandom(s): Beastars

Character(s): Riz

Reader: Gender neutral (they/you)

TW: N/A

Style: Short story

Summary: Riz gives you his jacket to protect you from the cold

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The last class of the day had ended, and you finally had time to spend time with your boyfriend Riz! He noticed how you kept staring through the windows, taking every chance you could to steal a glance at the beautiful trees. You loved fall, the weather was always nice and the colors were so pretty, and don’t forget spooky season! Riz was already outside waiting for you on a bench, but stood up when he noticed you running full speed at him for a hug. The impact nearly made him stumble when your bodies finally collided, but he quickly found his footing and enveloped you in a warm hug. The two of you were walking laps around the pretty forest, pointing out leaves that looked cool to the two of you. Soon the sun began to set, and it got a bit chilly. You tried to ignore it, but you struggled to hide the shiver you felt, and Riz noticed the sudden jumps your body gave. Crouching down to pick up a pretty leaf you found, you heard a zipper being pulled down. You looked back to see what the sound was, and let out a yelp as a warm fabric was thrown onto your face, the large and heavy material pulling you to the ground. Riz laughed at you as you pulled the jacket off your body and pouted up at him, but was grateful for the warmth. He helped you up and paused for a moment as you put it on and zipped it up. It went all the way down to your knees, and your mouth was slightly covered by the hood. You noticed him staring and crossed your arms (or, tried to) at him, and his smile seemed to get even bigger at the sight. Your arms weren’t even visible, completely hidden in the oversized sleeves. You blushed and placed a quick kiss on his lips before walking off, collecting more leaves. He watched your tiny figure and let out a content sigh, his smile never fading.

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[meshugana1]

Tit for...

This is the fulfillment of two very similar requests. Enjoy.

   Life was hell at Diana Penebscott’s School for Gifted Women, for some that is. By looking at it’s student population you’d be fooled about just what most of the girls are gifted with. It would be damn hard to find an IQ higher than a hundred, and even harder still to find a bust line below double D’s. They exist though, and unfortunately, all of both categories belong to my friends and me. What kind of asshole god sets things up this way? Even the faculty represent this disparity well. It wouldn’t be so bad if they let us alone, but something about perceived weakness makes them dig in their five-inch heels. “Well, well. If it isn’t the itty bitty titty committee! Gonna work up some science to fix yourself flatsy?” That was practically their war cry. The other girls and I, not given the boon of boobs, just naturally gravitated towards each other. It was a survival mechanism.

   The faculty never lifted a finger for us. Half of them sported chest that were just the same as their students, and the other half were alumni that enjoyed the current status quo. “It’s just playful hazing,” they’d say, “don’t let it get to you.” That in and of itself wouldn’t have been to hard, save for that traitorous viper Alexis. She was one of us once, the underclass at the school. That and my best friend. But then last summer, her “daddy” bought her into the popular girl's favor. We all watched as she came bouncing onto the campus in a low-cut shirt, so painfully eager to show everyone her new chest. She instantly gravitated past us and our weak waves into the embrace of Wendy, the head cheerleader. Why an all girls college with no football team needed to pour money into a cheer team was beyond me, but they were there, and like many other institutions they formed the top of the student hierarchy. They welcomed her with open arms, and I…I was actually stupid enough to think that this might be a turning point for the school. I thought that maybe she might show the other girls that we weren’t different, that it was all skin deep. But the day after, she was there, shoulder to shoulder with all those other bitches as they hurried mockery at us. That would’ve been hard enough, but she was the first one to grab a tomato from the salad bar and aim it right at my face.

   I’m not entirely sure which part of her betrayal sent me over the edge. I was never mean to her, never a cross word. I wasn’t catty with a single one of them, yet they hounded all of us to no end. All because they won the genetic lottery. All because of those fucking tits. Why did I have to be born smart? Why can’t I just be like them? And, naturally, when I thought the pit I had slipped into couldn’t get any deeper, who should come up to me but Alexis? “Hey there, couldn’t help but notice you looked a little down. I’m sorry about that, but you know how it is right? Gotta show I can hang with them. I’m sure you’ll develop a little bit more one day. I mean, if I could give you some of mine I would, ya know? But wishing won’t make it so. Toodles! By the way, you might wanna stay away from the common area, we’re kinda staking a claim to it. Bye.” Even the way she spoke to me was different. Like she thought all of it was just a part of some game. But as the hatred crystalized in my blood, I couldn’t get that line out of my head. ‘If I could give you some of mine…’

   The steam of the hot showers clung to the nubile young bodies of the women and cleared away the sweat and toil of their expansive routines. “Alexis,” Wendy said, “you did well at practice today and all, but you seriously need to stop talking with that flats patsy, understand? We have a reputation to maintain.” “I know, it’s just kinda fun to string her along. She still thinks we’re friends, isn’t that sad?” “Totally, she just needs to like move on and focus on her stupid book junk. Don’t forget to wash up everything, looking good is ninety percent of the job.” Alexis gleefully did as she was told. No matter how many times she looked at her new breasts she simply couldn’t wrap her head around the fact that they were hers. Her father paid well for them too, it took a very well trained eye to see any falseness to them. Her fingers tickled along their underside, still surprised by the way they curved perfectly into her cupped hands. At first she was determined to be different, to not succumb to the way of the other girls. But she couldn’t help seeing things differently now. Breasts were a real gift, and she wasn’t about to waste hers on her former friends. It was so difficult for her to resist the subtle slippage of her hand down to her moist entrance. But she was snapped from her pre-onanistic daydream when she heard a gasp over the hissing of the showers. “OMG, Alexis! Look at your butt!”

   Wendy gaped in quiet shock as he underling swung her torso around searching for the best angle. Wendy and the entire cheer squad watched as the newbie’s butt began to undulate. As if it were being pumped with air then deflated over and over. Alexis felt stinging friction on her ass and spun in place trying to catch the cause. Each revolution gave more detail to the women. Alexis’s ass was quite plump, but as she turned once it looked a little bit flatter. Even more so on the next turn. Her hips caved in and became like twigs. Her hands were frantically slapping at her toneless bottom, almost like she thought it was asleep and tried to wake it. It was like she never had an ass to begin with now. The squad had developed a collective pit in their stomachs as the newbie’s ass vanished. Alexis grabbed what barely counted as a lump of flesh at the base of her spine. Tears mingled with the metallic water of the showers as she slunk to the floor. Too shocked to notice that her most loved breasts began to pulse as well.

   Alexis only noticed when her heaving sobs pushed her ribcage into her crossed arms. She had spent years feeling her flat chest against her arms as she cried, but now she derived terror instead of comfort. Her arms flung away and she saw her implants fade into her torso as if they had been punctured from the inside. “Jesus Alexis! What kind of implants did your dad like, buy you?” There came no answer. All Alexis could see was her father's fifty thousand dollar present flush away, as well as any chance at popularity. Alexis was afraid to raise her head. Her ears twitch in anticipation of the volley of insults to be cast her way. Fraud, liar, cheat. But when none came, she did look, and she saw as each one of her squamates breasts began to pulse and whither before her unbelieving eyes.

   The shower had become more tears than water that day. The squad had left without notice. The next day as classes began, they all assembled in the common area. All of them was stuffed bras and padded pants. None looked convincing. Wendy especially, her development was early, and the idea of stuffing never occurred to her before last night. Many of them still cried heavy tears as they looked at all their flat friends, reminding themselves of their own low state. “Well. Well. Well. Look at what we have here. The newest branch of the itty bitty titty committee. See anything familiar ladies?” Alexis recognized the voice of her old friend, but nothing else. It was as though she had been hit by the puberty truck overnight! Her breasts were mountainous and plotted their eruption from behind the flimsy buttons of her shirt. Her hips had become so large that her skirt was riding up her thigh. You could land a jumbo jet on that ass. Alexis and the squad stared openmouthed as she began to speak. “You know Alexis; I was pretty mad at you. But know that I know how good it feels to have a nice pair of sweater melons, and an ass that has caused a fender bender, I think I understand you. Too bad you girls couldn’t hold on to these puppies. I mean, I’d share some with you, but I don’t want to. Toodles, losers.” The squad watch her spill on a heel and strut away, mesmerized by the perfect sway of her ass.

   That was incredible. I mean…wow. Who would’ve thought catharsis could feel so good. I wasn’t kidding about how good these felt. Holy shit. Just the way they bounced freely as I walked, the attention they drew, and the tension between my buttons is making me so freaking hot. It’s amazing what a few nanites can do. It was a brilliant idea to put them in the water supply. I can take as much of their curves as I want, then redistribute the wealth as I see fit. Of course, one should ask themselves in this situation…why stop with the cheerleaders?

The End. Hope Y'all like it!

[call-me-rucy]

Professor Layton and the Miracle Mask (comparative translation, scenes 31,33 and a bit of dialogue)

Yay! New comparative translation! I just saw this scenes the other day and was so shocked, because the original version has much darker dialogue... Enjoy this cruel Randall compared with funnier English Randall. Also, translation notes at the end!

Japanese//English

Masked Gentleman: Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, to my theater of revenge tragedy. // Welcome, ladies and germs, parasites of all ages, to my little theater of revenge!

MG: Maybe is this what you were looking for? // Might I interest you in a young British lad? I have one left, so you'll have to act fast!

Layton: Luke?! Wait, release Luke! // Unhand him at once, you fiend!

Luke: P-please save me! // Professor! Help!

MG: This is like the last miraculous entertainment. I think you have enjoyed enough. // Fiend?! For shame, Professor. I try my best to create entertainment for your amusement, and this is my reward? Boo. On. You.

MG: Layton, surely you, who became an archaeologist, can understand how painful a man’s regret is. // Layton, I know that your road has been paved with regrets that tear at one’s heart.

La: … // I’m sure I don’t know what you’re talking about. Who are you?!

MG: With tonight’s miracle, my revenge heads to its end! This Monte d’Or will sink into the earth with fear… //  For tonight’s dark miracle, my revenge will rise to its dramatic climax… as Monte d’Or sinks into the earth below.

MG: And you, who left without fulfilling a promise to your best friend, are destined to get a reward, Layton. //  And it’s your destiny to suffer the same fate, Layton. This is the price you shall pay for abandoning those closest to you!

MG: Take the same suffering as the past, now by the life of a young friend! //  Actually, you have earned yourself one special experience of suffering tonight!

La: Wait! You have a huge misunderstanding! Luke! //  Leave Luke out of this! He’s just a boy!

MG: Ha hahahhah!! //  Just a boy indeed. Toodles, my good man!

 SCENE 31

MG: (…) // *maniatically laughing*

Luke: *shouting*

La: (…) //Luke!

La: Luke! // Hang on!

MG: (…) // 9, 10, 11, 12… Just how deep do you want to delve?

MG: This is the last match, Layton. // I hope you’ve enjoyed this look into my world, Layton.

MG: From where in this rope must you go down to save your best friend? // I’ve left you one final puzzle so that you may save your little friend.

MG: If you don’t hurry, your friend will lose his life! He is quite high after all…//  It looks as if he’s in quite a predicament. And so high up, oh my…

MG:  Now, what will you do?! Let’s see, Layton. Can you save your friend this time? // Is it true, Layton? I’ve heard you have a history of letting your friends down.

 SCENE 33

MG: Splendid, Layton. To risk your life to save your friend… // Bravo, Layton. You risked your life and saved your friend.

La: Yes, because if there’s no risk, there’s no glory, right? // Yes. Well, as a friend once told me:

La: That’s what you always said. // No risk, no glory.

MG: As I thought, you noticed, Hershel. // Well… I suppose I won’t be needing this anymore.

La: I was surprised when I noticed, Randall. // It pains me to see you like this… Randall.

And now... Translation notes! :D

It’s awfully cruel of Randall to imply that Hershel chose archaeology because of regret (I know it’s exactly what he did, but, he doesn’t have to say it.).

Also I thought much about what promise Randall is saying Hershel broke, and why is he angry at him in the first place, because he didn’t know about Hershel’s promise to Angela. After a while, I realized that, as everything else, Randall had miss¡understood. The promise Hershel broke was to solve the last puzzle. Randall’s thougt went like “Well, if Hershel had solved the puzzle, that treasure would be mine and his, and not Henry’s. We both could have been famous (even if everyone thought I was dead), and Henry couldn’t have Angela either.” Of course, he was wrong; he solved the last puzzle but left the treasure there because he thought it should belong to Randall, and didn’t even think that Henry would go down there to search for him.

Also, my heart broke when he, removing the mask, calls him Hershel, instead of Layton, as he’s being doing until then.