#I MISCLICKED I’M SORRY

[absolutely-existing]

vote for quill kips!!

Battle of the Gingers Bracket B Round 2

Quill Kipps (Lockwood & Co. (books)) vs Nausicaä (Nausicaä of the Valley of the Wind)

The above picture is Quill from the show but he's described as ginger in the books

[zvtara-was-never-canon]

Sokkla actually saved my life.

In my early 20s, I had left my abusive family to move in with my high school sweetheart. But once we were living together, he showed a side of him I had never seen before.

He became abusive and cruel and began to cheat. And everytime he blamed everything on me and my depression and anxiety (I have PTSD from my childhood). He made it seem like this was the best I was ever going to get because no one would ever want a broken person like me.

Eventually he dumped me and left me with nowhere to go. I had to move back in with my abusive parents and I wanted to kill myself. They agreed with my boyfriend that no one would want me because I came back to them even more traumatized and mentally ill with mean outbursts and constant crying.

I genuinely thought it was over for me. I had always identified with Katara and Zuko the most, so I had shipped Zutara as a teen. But now I could no longer see myself in Katara because she was so strong and kind and everyone loved her.

I felt more like Zuko except a version of him that nobody could love with his scars. I began to see myself more like Azula. Doomed and tragic. The more hate I read about her, the more I searched for it and applied it to myself. Everytime someone called her irredeemable or unloveable, I took those words as a reminder to myself of how the world truly saw me. I guess it was a kind of self harm…

Eventually this became a late night ritual. And it was while doing this one night, sobbing my eyes out, that I clicked on what I thought was another fic about Azula being tortured and hated or punished and executed. But I must’ve misclicked because instead I ended up on a Sokkla fic.

And I don’t know if it was just my emotional state or how late it was, but by the end when Sokka showed her he could still love her, I just broke. I started looking for more Sokkla fics and art. Instead of looking for content punishing and hating Azula so I could harm myself, I started wanting to find stories where she healed and was happy. And Sokkla fics were so good about this without making Azula just a crazy person abuser or erasing all of her problems either.

Eventually I found metas written by some lovely Sokkla shippers on here and I decided that maybe, if I could be kinder to Azula, I could be kinder to myself.

But I made the mistake of sharing this on my tumblr and all my old Zutara friends FREAKED OUT. Lot all of them were mean about it, but some were. And eventually it ended up in tags that attracted other Zutara shippers and they attacked me over and over again, saying the most messed up things. Calling me mentally ill. Calling me homophobic. Calling me an abuse apologist. Even saying I must be an abuser and a horrible person if I identified with a psychopath like Azula at all. All because I said I like Sokkla now and it helped me.

I left the Zutara fandom that day. But I still love ATLA! I love Katara and Zuko as much as I used to, I just don’t really ship them anymore.

Sokkla is my ship now and it upsets me when people Zutara or TyZula or other fans bash it for no reason. Just like what you like and leave us alone! Zutara gives me panic attacks sometimes now because of it. I blocked all the tags and I’m never going back.

By the way, I’m doing better now! I’m back in school and I have new friends. One of my friends has a cute brother who likes ATLA. And his favorite character is Sokka. I asked him if he likes Sokkla and he said he had never thought about it before. But now we send each other fan art!

I have hope now, and a lot of that is thanks to friends and therapy. But Sokkla fandom helped me realize I deserved those things to begin with. If they could show empathy to Azula, then maybe people could show it to me too.

And to everyone in the Zutara or TyZula fandom who harasses people who ship Azula with people you don’t like: FUCK YOU.

Thank you for this blog. It helps me realize I’m not crazy. They really can be that mean and delusional. Sorry for the rant.

...Anon, do you want a hug?

[int-writersmind]

Hanging On The Telephone

Pairing: Peter Parker x Gn!Reader

Sequel to Potential Customer (but could be read as a stand-alone)

Summary: After lending Peter your favorite vinyl, you wonder when you'll see him again...to get your record back of course! No other reason...

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 2.8k

Author's Note: I imagine the album that Reader gives to Peter as Parallel Lines by Blondie but it's neutral enough to be whatever you want it be. The opening track is Hanging on the Telephone so use that info to your discretion.

Also I'm buzzed on two glasses of rosé editing this so bare with me lol.

~

It had been a week since that day at So-So Records, a few days since you met Peter Parker, a few days since you lent him that album. You try to not be glued to your phone, anxiously waiting for a response like a desperate thirteen-year-old, but still you wonder when he’ll reply. 

It was early one morning when the text finally came. You, in your apartment’s kitchen, sipping on your favorite hot beverage startling when your phone chimes.

I think I’ve found my new favorite album, read the text, This is Peter by the way. Peter Parker?

You respond: I had a feeling, You know, I don’t lend my albums out to just anyone.

Then I must be special.

You smile to yourself, covering your face when you realize what you are doing.

“Are you smiling at your phone?” Your roommate says, coming out from her bedroom. “Funny video, or that guy from the store?”

“Uh, the latter, he finally got back to me.”

“Ooh, so what’s next?” Your roommate goes to pour a glass of juice from the refrigerator, you turn in your chair to face her.

“I guess I'll get my record back.”

“Boo! That’s so boring! Make it interesting, call him and set up a meeting or something.”

You roll your eyes, “Calling? What am I? Fifty?”

“I think there’s something classic about calling, much more personal than texting.” Your roommate plucks your phone from your hand. You reach for it but your roommate pushes you back with great ease. “It’s easy, I’ll do it for you.”

“No! Don’t you dare!”

Ring ring!

“Hello?” You hear Peter’s voice faintly from your phone’s speaker. Your eyes go wide in fear, your roommate tosses your phone back to you, and you almost drop it like it was a game of hot potato and the spud was literally burning your skin. You suck in a deep breath before–

“Hey-Hi Peter…ugh so sorry I must have ah–misclick–”

You hang up instantly, much to the shock of your roommate. “What-Why the hell did you do that?!?”

“I don't know! I got nervous!” You start to pace back and forth. “Shit, I-I got to call him back.”

“Yeah, duh.” You throw a pillow from the couch at her on your way back to your room.

With the click of the door, you let yourself lean and slowly slid down onto the floor. Phone in hand you stare at the call screen, fingers hesitating on Peter’s number. You take a deep breath before finally pressing Call.

“Hello…”

“Hey, everything ok?” Even through the phone, Peter’s kindness shines through, like you can almost hear his smile through the phone. You kinda feel like a dick for panicking and hanging up on him earlier.

“Yeah, yeah, I was just…being stupid.” You shake your head and cover your eyes with one of your eyes.

“No, don’t say that.”

“It’s fine,” You go to change the subject, “So, the album, any standouts.”

“Well, I would definitely say that opening track has to be my favorite. Every time it ended I just wanted to restart it. A definite addition to my playlist.”

“Hmmm, that’s something I would like to listen to.”

“I’ll show you sometime,” You try and fail to suppress a smile, “Though it’s pretty much one giant mashup of styles and genres.”

“The playlist of a madman.” You joke.

As you listen in, you can hear wind passing by on Peter’s end. “More like the playlist of someone horribly unorganized.”

“Ha, wish I could relate, but I’m much too anal to let that happen.” You move your hand away from your face, letting your head fall against the door. “I know this is gonna sound crazy but what are you doing…I mean because, I like, hear the wind passing by and...”

“Uh, er, I’m running…yeah a nice little run.”

“Oh let me leave you to your run.” You say, “We can always talk again later.”

“Yeah, yeah, of course.” Police sirens go on by on the other end, “Ah, I think I should hang up now, don't want to run into something crazy.”

“I get it, text me some time?”

“Will do.”

“Oh and Peter,” You say. “We should set up and time and place so you can give me back my record.”

“Just when I get use to playing it all the time,” Peter responds sarcastically, “I’m kidding, I’ll let you know when I can.”

~

At work, you couldn't help but sneak glances at your phone, one part hoping another text would come through, another part hoping that it wouldn’t.

On your lunch break you had an extra few minutes left before clocking back in, you decide to visit your store’s listening room. Well it was more like the back of the store where there was a wall cut-out, curtain, and small table with a record player and a two pairs of headphones. You pick up a small selection of 7 inch singles, trying to figure out what kind of mood you were in. you pull the curtain close to give a smidgen of privacy, picking up one of the headphones your co-worker swore he cleaned.

Halfway through one 7 inch, when you decided that you were in a different mood, you feel the curtain move, you look up to see–

“Hope you don’t mind,” Peter, in the flesh, fully cements himself inside the admittedly tight space. “Your co-worker said I would find you here.”

“And found me you have,” You switch the 7 inch to something else, a song that Peter might know. “Have some time to spare?”

“For you, of course.”

You look away, trying to hide your blush under the guise that you were reaching for the other pair of headphones. Peter graciously accepts, placing them atop of his head, as you set the record player to start.

As the track starts, you sideways glance at Peter and he does the same to you. You laugh it off as the opening notes begin to go through your ears.

It takes Peter a beat before he notices what song is playing–the opening song from the album you lent him. You sheepishly smile at his recognition before slowly moving to the music, a basic shimmy, then a head bob, then as the song reaches the first chorus, mouthing the words. Peter just smiles at you, and gives a modest head bob to the song the whole way through. 

As the song fades out, ending you and Peter’s private little listening party, you both take off your headphones and just stare at one another for a moment. “You know…I would love to keep playing music but…”

“Oh yeah… I was just in the area and I just–decided to pop in.”

“Without my record?” You say sarcastically.

Peter shuts his eyes in embarrassment. “Oh yeah…it’s just..um…god I honestly just forgot it–”

You place a hand on Peter’s arm to stop him from going on, before quickly removing it. “Don’t worry about it…” You pull the curtain just slightly back, glancing at your co-worker who was glancing at his watch repeatedly. “You can always just…return it to me at…my place...Oh my god, that was so forward–”

“No! I mean yes? Uh…yeah I can definitely return your record to your place.” Peter stumbles out, “I mean I already know where you live.” Peter’s eyes go wide in shock, his face turning red.

You just chuckle to defuse the situation, at least you weren't the only one who felt so awkward in this situation. Your skin felt warm, your heart was beating so fast it felt like it would drill straight through your ribs. 

Is this what it felt like to have a crush? Oh my god, did you actually just say crush? But, you didn’t know what else to call this feeling you had towards Peter. Hell, you barely knew the dude, only sharing a few things with one another, but at the end of each encounter, you were just itching for more. It was kind of embarrassing but honestly, who cares.

“How about you come over to my place around 8:30-ish? My roommate’s working the nightshift.”

“I can make that work.”

“Cool” You say. “Plus, I promise to tell you exciting little factoids about the album and others if you let me.”

“Oh please do so,” Peter leans in close, quite close actually, “It would make little nerd me so excited.”

For just a split second you think about leaning in, closing the gap between the two of you with your lips– Now that was too far, crazy talk. 

You settle for a quick glance at his lips before looking at his eyes, clearing your throat before turning to leave the listening area. 

You lead Peter to the front of the store, hands wringing in front of you, as you turn and face Peter.

“I’ll text you my apartment number, 8:30?”

“8:30-ish” Peter responds with a finger snap. You do the same with a nod of your head, as you watch Peter leave.

~

Why did you agree to meet at your place?

You think about what you proposed at the record store, standing alone in the middle of the living room in your apartment. You didn’t know whether or not to dress up so you settled for what you wore at work today with a long cardigan to cozy it up.

You pace back and forth, chewing on your fingernails on one hand, admittedly, overstressing about tonight. Was this like a casual drinks thing? A nice meal paired with casual drinks? Or was it really just a simple handoff and ‘Thanks for lending me the record, I never want to see you again, buh-bye!”

You stop short, pushing all those thoughts and then-some out. You decide to go simple and order a New York delicacy–pizza. If this was something then it would be fun, casual. If it was a simple handoff then, well, more pizza for you. A win-win honestly. But as you place the order, deep down you knew, you just knew that this wasn’t gonna be a simple handout.

~

Knock-Knock

Man that pizza delivery guy definitely deserves a great tip for speed, efficiency–

“I assume this is for you?” As you open the door there’s Peter, pizza in one hand, record in the other. “Or I just paid and stole someone' else's dinner.”

“Our pizza if you’ll indulge me?” You take the pizza from Peter, and with your other hand you gesture for him to come inside. “Oh, how much do I own you? Since the pizza was my idea and all.”

“Don’t worry about it,” As you close the door behind you, Peter does a quick 360 of your cozy shared space. “This is–”

“Small?”

“Nice. I was gonna say nice,” You walk the pizza over to the wall that served as the kitchen, getting your finest paper plates. “It would be more strange if you lived in some Friends level apartment.”

You notice Peter walking to another section of your living room, where your music set-up was, a fine turntable and modestly priced speakers. Which all sat upon a piece from IKEA that held you and your roommates record collection.

“You ok with soda?” You call out.

“If that’s what you're drinking,” Peter glances at you, “Then that’s what I’ll be drinking.”

You nod as you prepare a pair of pizza on separate plates and pour your favorite soda into slightly dusty glasses.

As you make your way to the main area of the living room, you set everything on the coffee table before standing next to Peter. “And to think I thought you weren’t a serious record collector.”

Your lips form a straight line, nodding your head, “If I let the wrong people know I secretly love collecting vinyls, they’ll never leave me alone.” You joke.

“Your secret is safe with me.”

Peter hands you the borrowed record, which you take from him. You squat down, looking for the right place to put it, Peter follows you downward.

“While we're here…maybe I can show you something else?”

“Hmm, some music that will change my life?”

You roll your eyes, “No, just my personal faves.”

Your fingers skim over a few titles, before you select one, some indie, folky singer you actually saw in person. “But only if you wow me with some factoids, as promised.”

“Of course, I never break a promise”

~

A third record plays as Peter and you are lost in conversation, the scraps of pizza lying on the coffee table. The two of you are close to one another on the couch. You with your head resting on one hand, elbow resting on the back of the couch, Peter holding his glass in front of him.

“...And once I had the record in hand it made the long lines and freezing temperatures worth it.” You turn and hide your face in your hand. “God, I just realized how crazy that sounded.”

“No,no, that was a great story,” Peter lightly places a hand on your leg. “I can tell you're very passionate about this and I bet,” Peter scoots in close, “You really love working at So-So.”

You glance away before facing Peter’s smirking face again. That smirk that makes your stomach tie up in knots. “I mean why else would I work long hours for shit pay. But meeting certain customers also makes it worthwhile.”

“Like clueless customers who come in for some obscure album from the 70s that he doesn’t even bother to buy?”

“Yeah, even customers like that,” You remove your other hand from your head to rest on Peter’s, trying to ignore the burning sensation inside of you telling you to stop. “I know this is stupid but…I’m glad you walked into So-So.”

“Can I say something stupider?” Peter makes a face that makes you laugh. “What I meant to say,” Peter takes your hand, “I’m also glad I walked into So-So.”

The two of you just stare at one another, and it’s like you can almost feel a magnetic pull towards him. Like when the two of you were leaning on that wall at So-So, or when he walked you home and his fingers brushed your thigh, or in the listening room when you just wanted to seal the deal. You had so many thoughts racing through your mind it was hard to focus on the moment. 

Peter leans in closer, bringing you right back into the now, You close your eyes as his lips ghost over yours, his breath falling over your lips–the record stops, end of the side.

“Leave it.” Peter whispers before pressing his lips to yours.

The kiss was messy, a little hungry, as if each other's lips were the only way to satiate each other’s appetite. Peter places his cup on the coffee table as he brings one of his hands to cup your face.

His lips, god his lips, were coated in the artificially sweet taste of the soda, making him even more irresistible. You couldn’t help but let your hands wander up his chest, your fingers playing with the top button of his shirt, the closest to his neck, wandering fingers pushing themselves inside, feeling warm skin.

Great minds think alike as one of Peter’s hands goes to your waist, his long, slender fingers, going up your shirt, pressing lightly on the skin. You can’t help but sigh at his touch, as his hand slowly travels upward. You swing one leg over both of his, so that you’re basically straddling him, letting your hands go to his neck, as both of his hands fall to your waist.

Ending the moment too soon, Peter pulls away from you, letting his forehead rest against yours, but casting his gaze downwards as to not look at you. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done that.”

“Now why would you say that?” With one of your hands, you use your thumb and pointer finger to gently push Peter’s face upwards by his chin, causing him to look you right in your eyes. “I wanted you to kiss me. Hell, I've wanted to kiss you since you walked me home.” 

“It’s…it’s not that I regret kissing you, I’ll never regret that…it’s just…” Peter sighs, “I don’t know what this, the two of us, can be after tonight. I don’t know if I’m in a position right now for something…something more serious.”

You chuckle a little, “Bold of you to assume I wanted to ask you to be my boyfriend right now.” You say with a smile, you let your finger flick down his bottom lip. “I can do causal, Peter Parker.” You lean in close, your thumb blocking your lips from his, your voice lowering, “Can you?”

Peter sighs into your mouth, a smirk forming on his lips, “I can, but can I ask you one thing?” You nod your head, “Can I borrow some more of your records? I think your taste is starting to rub off on me.”

“Only if you promise to return them to me.”

“If this is what a return looks like…then count me in.”

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Read Part 3-> Fragile (warning includes smut!)

Thanks for reading! Ah, I can't believe I finally did the sequel to Potential Customer, I already have the last two parts written (since I wrote them in tandem with the og) so expect those soon, but this one was strangely difficult to write. Anyway...anyone want some smut w/ this pairing? That's coming soon, since my fever dream venom peter smut post got so many notes so quickly, lol. Anyway bye void!

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[theglitternet]

I’m not going to mechanically turn reblogs off, because I have a principle against doing so, but I should hope it goes without saying that my point has been made now. Please turn your attention to other, more important posts.

If I see any of you take this shit out on TommyInnit (or Ranboo, or Tubbo, or anyone else who Wilbur has known since they were a minor) when you mention his enablers I'm gonna need to to remember that there's a massive power imbalance between them. Tommy was not his peer in the past and that will affect his view of him now.

[fishing-lesbian-catgirl]

The Arknights experience of going “shit I misclicked, now I gotta restart” and then immediately getting sent to the screen where there’s sad music playing and an operator saying a line like “I’m sorry doctor… I wasn’t strong enough…” like no girl please I’m the one who fucked up don’t say that

[yb-cringe]

“I’m sorry, I’m not fit to be a father- I’m sorry you came into a family of misclickers and murderers.” “I hate you now, but I love you too dad.” “I hope you don’t grow up to be anything like me.”

[phoe-ix]

Phew… finally done… 4 hours and my blood sweat and tears later, we have my gift for the @misclickduo exchange! This one goes out to @monetmightexist!!!!🔥🔥🔥🔥 sorry its so close to the deadline sobs

This is of your misclick duo genshin impact au! Heh… remember when I dmmed you asking about their weapons? That was for this. Wanted a sick action shot of them about to beat the hell out of the viewer.

Some bonus rambling under cut (+ bonus scrapped drawing?)

Sighhh i was so lucky to get someone i knew for the exchange… especially a moot too! I tried doing something else first… but hated it, even though i finished it entirely. Finished it way earlier in the month, but never got around to redoing it until today. I think I might be the last one to submit? I dunno. I’m much happier with this drawing. Might even be peak methinks. I dunno. Oh let me attach the original drawing hold on.

Yall can see why i hated it. In da clurb we all fam fire emoji

it looks horrid compared to everyone elses, so im super glad i redid this. Welp time for me to shut up and post this bye chat :]

[okcoolthanks]

I haven’t done one of these before!! Sorta

I love my kibty he’s my favorite

Uhhhhh idk who to tag, uh, yep :) If you want to go ahead

i found a cool tag game on twitter and i really wanna import it (o^ ^o)

this picrew + the last song you listened to :]

no pressure tags: @blood-loving-leech @overtaken-boredom @lesbianthatyaps @kameonerd566 @hexedvampire @laczki @anonymous-shxtposter @fleurafae @flovqy + anyone who wants to do it <3

[billythesimp]

Movie Night

⋘ 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎...

A little Belle pinning. Something short and sweet, experimenting with more writing. Hope you like it!

Belle x Gn!Reader

𝑃𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑖𝑡...⋙

tagging: none

tw: Fluff, pinning

With a sigh, I pushed off the desk in the staff room, the hum of monitors and the low-setting of the running fan being the only thing filling the silence. Wise was busy running the shop while I worked on our Inter-knot account, yet it was already getting late so I figured I’d finish up work and head to bed early. As I stand up, groaning as my legs tremble in a dull ache of being neglected, the sound of someone coming in left me turning to see Wise; my older brother coming to check up on me.  “Hey Belle, I’m closing up shop now, how’d the commission go?”

“Ah, another success for Phaethon, no worries. Though I hadn’t realized how long I’ve been working on this new account.” Yawning into my hand, Wise only rolled his eyes before coming over and patting my shoulder. In the past we used to take turns between taking commissions, however now that we’re facing some financial debt and need to reset our progress in our Proxy work to make our living again, we’ve both decided it would be best to split up and focus on both the store and our commissions to help cover our trail and act up the role of being another pair of normal residents in New Eridu.

“Hey, as long as you remember to eat lunch and dinner. By the way, [Name] came by earlier while you were at work.”

Hearing this, I perked up and trailed after my brother into the shop, curious about their visit. “Oh!? Why didn’t you tell me earlier? What did they come by for?”

“Eh, I figured you’d say that- they insisted that they’d come by later so you could focus on your work. I guess they wanted to hang out tonight. Check your messages, they probably texted you already.” I sigh in annoyance before taking out my phone and wandering into my room upstairs, gnawing on my fingernails in a nervous habit when it comes to [Name]. I’ve known them for a while now, they used to be a regular at our shop before we became close friends. They are an amazing person, being truly caring and compassionate. You can’t help but listen when they speak because they speak so beautifully about everything and anything. With a sign, I flop down on my bed, feeling warmer than usual,

‘Man, maybe I really do have it bad for [Name]. Wahh, why me and my cute friend!’

My messages were filled with our friends and clients, however my recent messages are from them, seeing another pop up as I stare longingly at the screen. Opening it quickly, I misclick on their icon leaving me to call them instead. In a panic I squeal and attempt to hang up… only for the call to be answered.

‘OH WHY ME!?’

“Hello? Belle, you there?” I pick my phone up and up to my ear, blinking away my embarrassment and try to strain my voice to be normal again. “A-AH Hi [Name]! How’ve you been? Heard you came by earlier, why didn’t you come bother me?” I joke in a teasing tone, ignoring how my door was left open for Wise to conveniently walk by, stalling at the doorway with an all knowing smirk. I could only glare at my sweet [name] responses in light.

“Ah, you know I wouldn’t interfere with your job! But yeah, I did come by earlier. Sorry I didn’t tell you ahead of time.” Rolling over to my stomach, I could only smile as they muttered sweetly to themselves on the other line. My feet kicking in the air as I twirl a lock of my hair, “Don’t worry you pretty head about it. So- What did you want earlier?”

They are quiet on the other side of the line, probably flustered over my compliment. I’ve known them long enough to know how they’d react. How they easily get flustered over things like praises and compliments, something I’ve always teased them about in the past but now I always push for when I hang out with them. The joy it gives me when I can make them pink and stumble over their own words, fiddling with their fingers to process their next words carefully.

“Well, I wanted to see if you’d be busy tonight. I-I’ve been pretty lonely lately so I’ve tried reaching out to some friends to see if they wanted to hang out but none of them… well it was whatever. So I came to see if you wanted to… um- idk watch a movie and eat snacks or something.”

I clutch my chest at how heartbreaking they sound, getting up to go to my brother’s room, standing in his doorway to get his attention while I talk quickly. “NO-NO, I’m not busy at all tonight! Why don’t you come over and we can watch any film you want. I have some snacks and Wise won’t even be here for long tonight-”

“W-What? But I don’t-”

“Yeah, he has a dinner date with General Chops at his ramen shop. So I’ll also be alone so come over! We can even cuddle with Eous on the couch, he loves you!” I nod my head towards Wise as he gets up, my brother rolling his eyes as I push him out of the room and down the stairs carefully. [Name] was coming over and I didn’t want my brother bothering us now that we have a chance to be together, alone!

“Oh- Um, oki! I’ll come over now then, I should be over in 20 minutes then? See you soon B! I’m so excited to see you!” After hanging up, I squeal mentally before I’m hit on the head, groaning in pain as Wise scoffs at my quick thinking. “Really Belle. Dinner date with Chops?”

“I need you to help me here! [Name] is coming over, I need this now and I need you to be out! Go hang out with your friends, I promise we’ll be fine while you're out!”

I plead with him while he only laughs at me, taking his wallet and phone on him before taking the keys of the store car. “Fine, fine! Just this once. Call me if you need anything.” I cried in joy as he agreed with me, giving him a hug before letting him leave the parking lot. Now the real work starts, running around the shop and my room. Cleaning up old laundry, making my bed neatly to match Wise’s, sweeping up the shop until everything is clean and looks neat. 

‘Hopefully, this is enough to make them think that we aren’t living in a total slum.’ Sure, before this wouldn’t matter much in the past when they’ve come over multiple before, but tonight felt different. I could feel it. 

▿

Finally, after a short while, longer than I expected- a knock is hard on the storefront and I rush over and peer through the window. It’s [Name], wearing their iconic sweater and fidgeting their hands like they usually do. Opening the door, I smile as they nervously gasp and grin. 

“H-Hi Belle! Sorry I’m late! I stopped by the shop to grab some more snacks, I even got your favorites! So I’m ready for tonight!” They cheer sweetly, holding up a plastic bag filled with an assortment of candies and chips, proud of their haul that I can’t help but stare, my heart thumping fast before letting them into the store. 

‘God, could they be any cuter? Anymore and I might just kiss them right here and now.’

[cecils-dragons]

So you prolly don't remember this bc it was back in 2019 but you liked a post by xxdemonic-heartxx with this content:

"An opinion

I get body positivity. But if you weigh close to 350-400lbs from fatty tissue you should get some help. Human bodies cant function as well as they should with that type of stress on the skeleton and joints and its gonna compromise your organs. Body positivity is okay but fat acceptance isnt. I’m not fatphobic. I’m concerned for the longevity you’re losing and the health conditions you’re pulling in. And the dangerous mindset that humans should be and can be fat. Yeah. Some fat is okay. But if you body fat percentage is 32% for women and 26% for men (or higher). Thats obese and very crippling to your health. Take care of yourself. It isnt a crime."

That plus the fact you never drew fat ppl (not like just little pudgy but actually fat) got me to the conclusion you must be fatphobic, so I have had you blocked but you still crossroads my dash sometimes bc tumblr is functional website. So after all these years is once again saw you on my dash so I thought I'd send an ask, it's been years and I was wondering maybe you have changed and you don't hold these views any more.

I know I am a spiteful bitch for remembering this. The op has deleted their blog and all I have is a screenshot I thought just sharing the post content would work since I am not here to make a callout post or want ppl to harass you I just want to make you think about your past and maybe present biases.

Thanks for more information on the ask as it was a bit scary to see after being woken up in the middle of the night by my dog barking.

Okay, you may be getting me mixed up with someone else because I don't follow xxdemonic-heartxx, I recognize them in our community but I don't follow many people because I like a curated dashboard and like even less stuff, so even if I liked it back then, first, I was 19, and second, likely a misclick because I don't like to interact with stuff like that for the sake of my own mental health as I deal with body dysmorphic disorder. I of course can't 100% say what I was thinking or clicking on around that time as I was 19(now 24) and due to trauma I don't really remember much around that time.

For the second part yeah, I was 19 and still getting use to drawing bodyily diverse people and when learning to draw you get taught to draw slim people as a default. I'm getting much better at it now but it was never because of prejudges, just ignorance and staying in my comfort zone. I don't really mind or care being blocked because of that because it's your opinion about me and I can't control that.

At the base, I would not be considering myself to have ever been fatphobic and I am sorry if it has come across that way as it's of course never my intention to make any group of people uncomfortable. I'm of course open to talking more about this if I am missing anything.

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Hello! It's been a while since I last played We Wretched Creatures, and I instinctively hovered to the left expecting to find the back button, only to realize…it wasn't there 🙉.

Personally, I rely on it to save on save slots. I use the saves at the beginning of new episodes, for critical choices or events. The back button is when I want to see how a character reacts to a different dialogue option than what my MC would normally choose, or when I need to backtrack because this time I picked a choice that didn't reflect my character well ( non self-inserting readers will understand ). It's handy for non native speakers and for those who have trouble grasping the real meaning/ intention behind a choice or even for those who restarted the game, breezing through it, picking their usual choices and accidentally end up misclicking another, without the need to redo the episode. For example, when we got to pick a clothing style only the name of the style was listed but the actual clothes were detailed once the style chosen, I didn’t like what I ended up with and I didn’t save for a while before that so I had to restart the chapter.

Without the back button, I find myself saving at flavour/ aesthetic choices like these in addition to the beginning of an episode and at major decisions. However, the limited number of save slots means I resort to unnamed disk saves ( multiple ), which I then have to search for in my countless downloads and try each of them to end up with the one I am looking for ( run game -> load disk save -> downloads pop up -> search for the save -> wrong one -> go back to browser -> load disk save -> downloads pop up -> search for the save -> wrong one ->… ). When I could just “ turn back a page “, now I have to search for that particular page among dozens because no matter what “ the bookmarks “ always end up scattered which honestly makes what was supposed to be a leisure reading feels like a chore.

Believe me when I say horror was the last genre I thought I would end up liking, but playing 💪🥊 WWC 🥊💪 made me realize it wasn’t so bad. I was in literal tears when we had to hide from the white draped mouth blower ( the vivid description of that scene made it incredibly easy to visualize, especially the way the "ghost" breathed. I find that this applies to the whole IF, the words used to describe what's going on are as straightforward as can be, which removes nothing of the horror element. I am also fond of the ads that serve as interludes ). I still randomly get mental images of the cheese rats ? mice ? that spill blood when hurt ( instead of liquified cheese ?! ) and I have never felt more disgusted when I think of cheese. I never thought that reading horror would make me actually feel the fear and enjoy it, but you did, and I still get caught by surprise even with the back button. 

I have been meaning to continue where I left off, but just thinking about the amount of work saving and loading will require I feel discouraged. Please bring back^2 button-kun 🙊💗. Also 👀, Nia is of Algerian🇩🇿 descent ? ( glad to see some representation in IF format ).

So I’ve had this question before and I’ve said the say thing: I’m sorry but I don’t want to do that 😭 it’s a choice I made and there’s nothing I see wrong with it given many ifs have the same thing and no one says anything. I’m a non-native English speaker too so I get it but I can’t think of every problem every player can have, that’s not fair to me.

The very reason I made this choice is for the reason you stated, that there are certain critical choices I want to actually be felt. What’s the point in me making choices that I want to have an impact and not be taken back and someone can just click the back button and undo it? To me that just means the choices don’t matter and that there’s no point in me caring about what I write to get myself and you guys excited because it can be so easily undone. In video games the thrill is sometimes messing up or saving to try again, not clicking back immediately. In books main character make choices that will have consequences. IF blends these two things together. I guess maybe on the other side as a reader, you not understand what I mean but since I put so much work in this already can’t I have it matter in-game? It’s not too much to ask for. Given that I put so much work in (300,000+ words) is it awful for me to ask the readers to be slightly inconvenienced?

I hope I don’t sound offended or angry at you nonnie, I swear I’m not. It’s just when people ask me this I feel they think I did this just be an asshole and not because I had a reason. I’m trying to give my pov. You can dislike the choice but please don’t ask me to undo it because then all it ends up doing is making me feel bad and then I’ll add it against my own wishes and that will motivate me to just stop really caring about what I’m writing if it can so easily be undone and this will be just another IF that gets abandoned

Although for the clothing options I will end a return button like I did for the faking dating side quest countries section.

Thank you for your kind words on the game itself though, I tried my best to have the ROs have background not that common and I’m so happy people liked the morgue scene I was really doubting it’s potential when I wrote it 💜

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I Know The End | Ch. 5

Zombie Apocalypse!Au, Older!Grumpy!Eren x Sunshine!Reader

Content: Reluctant traveling companions to lovers, Slight age gap, found family, eventual smut so Minors - DO NOT INTERACT.

Warnings: 18+,  Suicide mentions, murder, gore.

Chapter Summary: Under a quiet night at the church, Eren and Y/N get to know one another.

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A/N: I feel like this chapter took longer than it should have 😩😩😩 but i’m trying to be more forgiving of myself when it comes to how fast I write. The harshest critic is always yourself, am i right or am i right??? Anyways I hope you enjoy this chapter hehehe there is a lot of tension in this one!!! 

chapter 5

Y/N’s P.O.V.

“Dammit.”

Y/N cursed under her breath, her skin stinging as the thin piece of scrap metal dug into her fingertips from the strength in her grip. The makeshift lock-pick caught on the wrong groove, threatening to split in half as she forced it into the keyhole. She slid it free from the confines, bringing it closer to her eyes to guarantee the functionality of the little tool. It didn’t look too bent out of shape. Maybe if she tried again…

“What are you doing?”

Y/N’s heart leapt out of her throat, her body lurching forward as the unexpected voice took her by surprise. The tools she was using scattered across the floor, clanking against the wood. Her hand was pressed firmly to her chest almost as if the pressure would force her beating heart back into place. She turned to find Gabby standing over her shoulder, her brown eyes wide with curiosity— the gleam of it glinting in the candlelight that they had conjured once the sun dipped below the horizon.

“You scared the shit out of me.” Y/N breathed, a few soft chuckles tumbling out from her lips in relief. Gabby grimaced when she took in the sight of the startled woman.

“Sorry.” She replied, somewhat abashedly, paired with a shy grin. But that particular demeanor was lost within seconds as interest took control of the young girl again. Her eyes flickering towards the tools that fell from the woman's hands. “But, what are you doing?”

“I’m trying to pick this lock.” Y/N answered, turning her attention back towards the locked door that resided in the back of the church. For emphasis, she tested the golden doorknob, for the hundredth time that evening.

Unsurprisingly, there was no give.

Earlier— when asked about it, Eren had told them that it was locked, contents forever unknown. But curiosity got the better of Y/N, and since she had the skill set, she figured it couldn’t hurt to try. So now here she was, sitting in front of the door, her fingers almost bleeding from the many attempts to get the damn thing open. Maybe her skills weren’t as finely tuned as they once were.

And of course, she waited to make her attempts until Eren had posted himself outside for first watch. She didn’t need to hear his reprimands… Or his ridicule as she failed over and over.

“Cool!” Gabby admired, dropping to her knees beside her. “Can you show me how to do it?”

Y/N narrowed her eyes in feigned suspicion, a sly smile curling the corners of her lips. “Why? You’re not thinking of committing any crimes, are you?”

“Oh, and what are you gonna do?” Gabby retorted, “Call the cops on me?”

“Touché.” Y/N grinned, earning a smile back from the teenager, who watched excitedly as she regathered the fallen tools.

She did her best to describe the process with as much coherency as she could muster, trying hard to recall the directions that were told to her so many years ago. Gabby was hanging on to every word, nodding along and listening carefully so as to not miss anything. The teenagers' rapt attention brought on a sense of conviction to Y/N. Confidence was key, and she felt as though she definitely sounded like she knew what she was talking about. But as her hands tried to enact the words she was saying, all was lost.

Again and again the pick would slip out of her hands, or there would be a misclick sounding out from the contraption residing in the door. There were times when the thin metal would tremor suspiciously, on the edge of breaking under Y/N’s ministrations. Countless times, the woman had to stop herself from breaking down in frustration, desperate to keep her cool in front of the younger girl. And finally, after about an hour of trying (and failing), Gabby thankfully had the good sense to put Y/N out of her embarrassing misery.

“I think I’m gonna call it a night.” She yawned, stretching her arms above her head. Y/N wasn’t completely sure if the movements were honest or not. The girl could very well be acting in efforts to let the woman keep her dignity, but she was grateful either way.

“I’ll be sleeping in the confessional booth.” She added, unfolding her legs from underneath her. She stood, wiping away the nonexistent dirt from her jeans. Y/N rubbed a hand over her forehead, as this gave her the time to appreciate how tired she was as well. She nodded her head sluggishly.

“Alright.” She murmured, and then glanced back at her dog, who sat rigidly on the pews behind them.

“Would you take Ellie with you?” Y/N asked, before Gabby completely disappeared behind the other door. “I think she’d be more comfortable with you.”

Gabby nodded, calling the dog's name. Ellie’s tail started thumping against the bench at the sound of her voice, her ears perking up. With more soft coaxing from the teenager, the dog bounded from her previous spot, and within seconds the two of them were now lost behind the mahogany door that softly closed shut.

Now that Y/N was granted a moment to herself, a deep sigh escaped her form as her head fell into her hands. She whined softly against her palms, allowing some of the stress and frustration to manifest vocally as the sound of it wavered into the air. She stayed in that position for a few minutes, before dropping her palms in her lap.

The tools sat on the floor in front of her, looking as though they were mocking her. Or maybe that was her own derision that flooded her brain, and she was projecting. She shook her head, running one more tired hand across her features before sitting up straight, ignoring the ache pulsing in her lower back.

One more try. She would give it one more try and if she couldn’t unlock it she would give up forever. The tools were back in her hands, her eyebrows furrowed in determination, tongue sticking out from between her lips in concentration. She was going to get it open.

She finally did after her seventh try.

Even though she broke the promise to herself to quit while she was ahead, elation filled her chest when she heard the resounding click of the lock coming undone. Newly energized, she scrambled up to her feet, pulling gently at the door. She held back the excited squeal that threatened to escape her lips when it creaked open, enthusiastically taking the first step over the threshold.

Her smile fell flat when her eyes adjusted to the dark of the room. It was a good thing that the teenager had gone to bed. Or else she would’ve seen the sight that sat before her now.

The priest hung limply from the rafters by a rotting noose. Recognized as such since he was still adorned in his cassock. His body was illuminated by the candlelight spilling in from the main room of the church. She caught sight of how his gray-skinned, decaying neck was snapped at an unnatural angle. His eyes were milky white, teeth a rotting brown. He hissed feebly when the girl bursted into the room, stirring him from his state of near immobility. She must have been his first sign of food in years.

Her movements were quick, as she left to get her crossbow. The moment she returned, the priest was officially put out of his misery as an arrow lodged itself into his forehead. The last bit of life he had left faded from existence. Y/N tried to tell herself that the man would be grateful to be free from the grips of reanimation.

Everything went silent, the previous groans from the priest now lost to the world. Y/N finally allowed herself to observe the rest of the room.

A hopper window high on the wall was cranked open, a ladder toppled over beneath it. A pang in Y/N’s heart made her realize he must’ve opened the window as a precaution to the smell of death that was left behind, faded by the many breezes that swirled around this room as the years passed. Maybe the man knew that one day he would be found. As Y/N moved deeper into the room, a letter on the desk proved that hypothesis correct.

It was addressed to someone named Rose. He was expecting someone specific to find him. Maybe she was the only one left with a key to this room. A key that was never used. A sloppy illmade lock-pick taking its place. Just as Y/N took the place that rightfully belonged to Rose.

After staring at the name scrawled messily across the envelope, she decided to leave the letter be, it seemed too personal for her to just read without permission. Even if the only one who could grant that permission was hanging dead above her. There would be a lack of protest if she decided to read it, but it felt all too disrespectful. She moved on.

There wasn’t much left to be seen in the room. It was your typical office. Walls lined with shelves that were home to old faded books and forgotten files. There were no personalized trinkets, no food or supplies saved for the purpose of survival. Just a simple office, holding a man who decided he wouldn’t make it in this new world thrust upon him— even with his faith. And now he was gone.

The only thing interesting in his office wasn't noticed until Y/N had turned to leave. Sat by the door was an old wooden crate. A lone bottle of wine sat unimposing amongst crumpled newspaper.

Eren’s P.O.V.

The church sat quietly amidst the dense forest. The only sound was the gentle rustling of leaves, as a surprisingly warm evening breeze swept through the area. Eren sat on the decaying front steps of the church, his eyes fixed on the darkness ahead.

The night sky was clear, the moon hung low, casting a pale glow over the trees, illuminating the old faded pathway that led to the church. He took in a deep breath, dragging in the scent of an oncoming summer. The smell of which brought on an overwhelming sense of nostalgia, and he couldn’t help but reminisce on simpler times.

He thought of his childhood. His parents. His old friends. All of them were lost to him. Even the memories left of them were so faded that he was certain he made them up. It had been a long time since he let his mind go there. He didn’t want to think of a world when things were inherently better, or the envy for his past self would leave him resentful… well, more so than he already was.

He glanced down at his hands, calloused from the years he had survived in this unforgiving world. He had caused so much pain with these hands. The violence he inflicted came easy to him when he set aside his morals. And soon after the apocalypse started, it was far easier to think of himself as the ruthless man he had become rather than the bright-eyed boy he once was.

The next question that flitted across his mind was if he could be anything different.

Before he could even begin to wonder about the answer to that question, a large creak sounded out into the night, intermingling with the song chirped by the crickets. A pool of orange light spilled out onto the steps where Eren was sitting, produced by the candlelight inside. He looked up to the source of the interruption to find Y/N, stepping out from behind the church doors.

She had his back to him, as she carefully shifted the door back in place, trying not to make any sound that could disturb any attempts of sleep. The light from inside now being lost to them once she completed the task.

“Gabby decided to sleep in the confessional booth.” Y/N spoke, once she turned away from the door. Eren nodded, turning his head back to the forest beyond.

“I had her take Ellie, too.” She added, as she sat down next to him. Due to the limited amount of space that the steps provided, her knee knocked against his own. Heat bloomed from the point of contact and spread over his skin that remained even when she pulled away.

“That’s good.” Eren replied, “She could use the extra security.”

Y/N snorted at his words, “Ellie’s not really the security dog type. If anything Gabby’s the one watching over her.”

“Doesn’t seem like it to me.” Eren responded, his eyebrow raised. The things he’s seen that dog do made him question if he really understood animals at all. The training of course was all credited to the woman who sat beside him now,

“Are you kidding?” Y/N laughed softly, “That dog’s a scaredy cat. You saw how she was today.”

Eren thought back to the events that transpired and how Ellie had acted when Gabby was held captive by their unexpected visitor. “I was wondering why she reacted like that. What happened?”

Y/N sighed, leaning up against the railing behind her. She looked out into the beyond, just like Eren was doing before she joined him. “She’s a rescue. She doesn’t really do well around strangers. Especially when they’re aggressive like that.”

Eren nodded, joining her in looking out into the darkness. He didn’t say anything, he didn’t want to dig for information that Y/N wanted to keep hidden. Though she continued on, despite the lack of prying from the man.

“When she was a puppy she was the runt of the litter.” She said, her tone soft, picking the words carefully as she recounted the past of her dog. “Guy who owned her? Well, he wasn’t exactly the best. Abused her every chance he got. I’m sure the other dogs got some of it as well but… she suffered the brunt of it. So she has a hard time trusting humans.”

Eren turned to look at her, but she was still faced away from him. He watched as she swallowed thickly, her eyes shining under the light of the moon.

“Then she was a foster dog.” Y/N explained, “I don’t know how they got her out of that situation but they did. And then my family found her on one of those adoption websites…”

“And now it’s just you and her.” Eren finished for her. This time Y/N finally looked back at him. She granted him a sad smile, nodding her head.

“The outbreak happened when I was traveling back from college for the summer.” She told him. “By the time I made it home my family was dead and she was hiding out in the basement. She was so scared, shaking like a leaf… It’s just been us ever since.”

Eren stayed silent, his eyes trained on the woman sitting beside him. The tears that were threatening over the edge of her waterline were now carving trails over her skin. He wondered how she allowed herself to be so vulnerable. How was it so easy for her to be open-hearted, the way she was? And why couldn’t Eren bring himself to do the same? He wanted to acknowledge her pain, to relate to it with his own stories of where he was when all of this started. But the words were lost on his tongue.

A sniffle rang out into the night as Y/N brought the sleeve of her hoodie up to her soaking cheeks. She laughed, bashfully, as if he had caught her in the act of something improper.

“Jeeze, I’m sorry.” She relented, glancing over at him quickly, “I didn’t want to burden you with my sad backstory. That’s not the reason I came out here. ”

Eren wanted to open his mouth and tell her that she was wrong. That she could keep talking and that it wouldn’t be a burden to him. But yet again, his tongue was immobile and the comfort that he wanted to offer was lost to his social awkwardness. Instead all he could offer as a response was another question.

“Why’d you come out here, then?” Luckily his tone was not as harsh as he thought it might be as he paired it with a soft, somewhat teasing smile.

“I wanted to see if you’d fancy a drink.” She responded, her own smile coming back in full force as she pulled something out from under the crook of her arm. As his eyes readjusted to the moonlight, Eren registered a dusty bottle of wine that Y/N held in her hands.

“It’s the communion wine.” Y/N answered the question that was scrawled across his features. “I found it in that back room.”

“I thought it was locked?” Eren asked, reaching out for the bottle, hoping for a closer examination. She handed it to him with no complaint.

“I can be quite crafty.” Was all she said, earning a low chuckle from the man as he observed the label. A cabernet sauvignon. Not bad for a little chapel out in the middle of the woods.

“So… what do you reckon?” The girl smiled, her eyes sparking with mischief that was sure to be dangerous for Eren. He just looked at her, not bestowing her with the reassurance of his words but instead reached into the back pocket of his jeans. Her grin grew brighter at the sight of his silver knife as it glinted in the moonlight. The cork was soft under the sharp point of the blade and it came out with ease.

“Ladies first.” He said, handing the now opened bottle to the woman. The aroma of the rich wine swirled into the air between them. Her fingers grazed against his hand as she grabbed it. He resisted the urge to rub at the spot she touched.

“Why, thank you.” She chuckled, bringing it to her lips. Her nose scrunched as she registered the bitter taste on her tongue. She shook her head slightly almost as if she was rejecting the alcohol’s flavor but persisted as she swallowed it down.

“Whatever takes the edge off.” She said breathlessly when she caught the look of amusement on Eren’s face. He chuckled softly as he took the bottle from her now outstretched hand, bringing it up towards his own lips. The deep red liquid burned down his throat, but it ended in a pool of warmth in the pit of his stomach, the buzz of alcohol already taking into effect.

“Can I ask a question?” Eren suddenly said, passing the wine back to her.

“Mhm.” Y/N replied, the sound of it echoing into the bottle as she took another sip.

“You said Ellie doesn’t like strangers.” He started, shifting his body so his back was now against the railing, mirroring Y/N’s position. They now sat facing each other, their features illuminated by the moon. He continued, “But she was fine with me and Gabby.”

“I think there was an advantage since we were the one’s barging in on you.” She replied, sheepishly, shrugging her shoulders. “Plus, I told you, she’s a good judge of character.”

“I’m not so sure about that.” Eren said, before he could think to stop himself. His eyes were trained to his lap.

“You don’t think you’re a good person?” Y/N asked, he glanced up to find her brows furrowed in what looked to be confusion.

“I haven’t done much to be proud of.” He answered simply. Y/N pursed her lips, the deeper meaning of his words hanging low above their heads. She held him under her gaze, irises flicking over his features as she considered what he just said.

“We’ve all done things we’re not proud of, Eren.” She said, breaking the silence that slowly started to form between them “There’s no getting past it if you want to survive.”

“Yeah but—”

“I murdered someone today.” She interrupted him. Eren’s mouth promptly shut, his mind going back to the man they encountered. One minute living, and in the next… There was a pause as she took another sip. Their fingers grazed again when she handed it back to him.

“It’s funny…” Y/N murmured, toying with a loose thread fraying from the sleeve of her hoodie. “That something like that comes so easy to me now, when eight years ago I could hardly even stomach seeing my own blood.”

“... I know what you mean.” Eren nodded, his thumb trailing against the open rim of the wine bottle.

“I remember every single one.” She practically whispered, “Do you?”

“Yeah.” Eren replied, his voice strained as he recalled the look in their eyes mere seconds before death, how red their blood was stained on his clothes and skin. He brought the wine up to his lips to try to force those images away.

“We have good reasons to ki— to do that.” Y/N continued. “Or at least we tell ourselves that. But it still haunts me every fucking second I’m alive.”

“Me too.” Eren responded, the taste of wine thick in his throat. Y/N offered him a melancholic smile at his admittance.

“I think that’s what differs between the good and the bad.” She said, “When you carry it— or actually— them with you.”

Eren moved back into his previous position, keeping his eyes trained on his boots, the actions of his past taunting him in the stiffness of his form. Of course, he remembered every single time he had to kill someone. But did he remember who they were? What they looked like? He sure as hell didn’t know their names. He never wanted to know their names or what they were like. He would kill them and move on because that’s what he told himself to do. Shame in the form of blinding white heat licked up the skin of his cheeks. Y/N’s integrity made him feel somewhat small.

“I’m… not a good person.” Eren muttered, surprised he had the guts to say it out loud.

“But you’re not a bad person, either.” Y/N replied, as if she were sure of it. “And if I can be honest… I think that makes you human.”

Eren glanced sideways to find Y/N’s warm gaze trained on him. It soothed away any form of diffidence that was threatening to worm into Eren’s brain. Even replacing it with an unfamiliar feeling of consolation as an involuntary half smile crept onto his features. Or maybe it was the wine that was now invading his bloodstream. He narrowed his eyes at her, playfully.

“I thought you said your dog could tell when someone’s a good person or not?” He teased, handing the bottle back to her. She smirked at him as she took it.

“Hey, I said she was a good judge of character. That doesn’t make you Jesus Christ.” She replied before taking another swig of wine.

“Are you using the lord’s name in vain? At church?” Eren mocked, feigning offense. Y/N threw her head back, her soft tinkling laughter swirling into the air and settling into Eren’s bones. His own grin now stretched across his lips. The harrowed tension from just moments ago melting away with surprising ease.

“I can’t believe you know how to make a joke.” Y/N quipped, once her laughter died down into subdued giggles, passing the wine back to Eren.

“I take offense to that.” Eren retorted, but the smile was still fully present on his face. “I’m not a monster, you know? I’m still capable of making jokes.”

“Could’ve fooled me.” She replied, shifting her body to sit upright next to him, nudging her shoulder against his own. His body rocked back and forth with the movement, exhaling air out of his nose in a form of silent laughter. “I think I like this side of you.”

“I think I like you seeing this side of me.” Eren countered, the words falling off of his tongue before he could stop himself. He felt as Y/N stilled beside him. He was almost too afraid to look, but his teal gaze flickered up towards her face to find her staring, wide eyed, back at him. His heart stuttered at the sight of her parted lips, her chest heaving slowly with her deepened breaths. Silence fell between them once more as they held each other’s stare.

And then, she sucked in a breath. “I should get you drunk more often. You’re nicer this way.”

Eren chuckled, shaking his head as he took another sip. “It’ll take more than a few sips of wine to get me drunk.”

“So, what? You’re being nice on a technicality?” She questioned, swiping the alcohol back from Eren. This time it was his turn to nudge her with his shoulder.

“Something like that.” He smirked as he watched her. Y/N averted her eyes from his stare, tilting her head back to take another sip. She smacked her lips against the taste, pulling Eren’s gaze towards her mouth, her supple lips darkened by the wine.

“Since you’re being so agreeable…” The woman started, making Eren realize exactly what he was staring at, he forced himself to look away, back into the shadows. “Might as well get to know each other a little better.”

“What do you have in mind?” Eren asked.

“I don’t know, we could play Truth or Truth?” She offered, Eren raised a brow at her words.

“I thought it was Truth or Dare?” He questioned.

“Yeah, but no one really wants to do a dare.” Y/N retorted. “This way we can just ask questions back and forth.”

“And if I don’t want to answer?” Eren asked, inquisitively. She just replied with a sneaky smile, holding up the wine as a response. A soft ‘ah’ escaped Eren’s lips, followed by more soft laughter.

It felt strange to Eren— to be able to laugh like this. To feel like this. From the outside looking in, they must’ve looked… normal. A man and a woman, getting to know each other over a drink. No one could have guessed the unimaginable horrors they had to commit to be able to be sitting there now. Just a mere few days ago, Eren would not believe it for a second if you had told him this is where he would be. And now that he was here, he decided not to question it.

“Okay, then.” Eren breathed, straightening his back and rubbing his palms against the rough fabric of his jeans. “You go first.”

“Okay.” Y/N parroted the first word, her smile flashing with excitement, “Truth or Truth?”

Eren rolled his eyes but ultimately decided to humor her anyway. “Truth.”

“What is your… favorite color?” She asked, leaning her forearms against her thighs, tilting her head to keep her eyes on Eren.

“That’s pretty tame.” Eren noted, earning an eye roll back from the woman.

“Duh.” She replied, “I’m not gonna just dive into the deep stuff first. We have to work our way to that.”

“Uh-oh, the deep stuff?” Eren repeated, “That’s what we’re doing here?”

“Thus the basis of the game we’re playing.” She teased, the wine sloshing in the bottle as she emphasized her words with her hands. “That’s what getting to know one another entails.”

“Right, I should’ve known.” He said, a soft smile dancing on his lips, “Um, my favorite color…”

There was a pause at that. When was the last time he had thought about something as trivial as what color he liked most? His mind was coming up with a blank.

“I don’t have one.” He answered honestly with a shrug of his shoulders. The woman gaped at him.

“You don’t have a favorite color?” She questioned, her eyes wide with offense as if his answer was truly despicable.

“Nothing comes to mind.” He told her, unthinkingly grabbing the wine from Y/N’s hands. He took another sip.

“That’s just sad.” Y/N responded, clicking her tongue as she watched him. Eren ignored her rebuke, retorting back with a question of his own, despite the rules of the made up game.

“What’s yours?”

The woman paused, stopping to think, and then she narrowed her eyes at him. “I feel as though that’s unfair.”

Eren laughed, the deep sound of it rumbling through his chest. “How so?”

“If I don’t get to know your favorite color, you don’t get to know mine.” She said simply, turning her nose up away from him in feigned condescension. And then promptly after that, she stole the alcohol back, her movements swift.

“That doesn’t make any sense.” Eren argued, throwing his hands up in exasperation, once they were free. “I don’t even know mine, how am I supposed to offer an even trade?”

Eren watched as she took a swig of the stolen alcohol, a mischievous glint in her eye. "Well, maybe you should figure out your favorite color then," she taunted him with a playful smirk. “As for mine, it’s a secret… for now.”

His lips curled into a matching smirk of his own at her teasing. He shook his head, leaning back, stretching his long legs out on the stairs in front of him. The alcohol was bringing him down to a relaxed state— yet another foreign concept for him.

“We must be pretty bad at this game if we can’t even get through the surface level questions.” Eren noted.

“Maybe we should’ve skipped to the deep stuff.” Y/N agreed, leaning against one hand, palm pressed into the wood beneath them, her body inclined towards his at the change in position. Her knee was now resting against his upper thigh. This time, she didn’t pull away. Eren wondered if the contact between their bodies meant anything to her, or if it was all just insignificant. Perhaps it was, if she could lean into him so effortlessly, without a second thought. He swallowed, his eyes trained on the point of contact.

“Might as well give it a shot.” Eren suggested, inhibitions now completely out the window. Was it the alcohol that had his tongue moving so freely? Or the woman beside him.

“Alright then.” She grinned, setting the bottle down on the porch with a soft thunk. As the sound faded into the night, it was replaced by a comfortable quiet as Y/N took the time to think of her next question. Eren shifted his leg, it pressed deeper against her knee, almost to the point where it was resting on top of his thigh. She still didn’t remove herself from him. Eren took this as a silent acceptance to this strange new concept added to their still-forming relationship. He allowed himself to relish in her warmth.

“Have you ever been in love?” She said, breaking the silence. A juvenile question compared to the much harsher subjects they had already stumbled upon during their time out on the porch— But a question that had Eren freeze, his stomach churning with apprehension. He sat up straight, losing Y/N’s warmth as he braced his hands on the step beneath him.

“Yes… No— I don’t know.” He stumbled through the words. Y/N’s question had taken him off-guard, his fumbling actions doing the same to her. She stared at him with furrowed brows as she sat up beside him. A hand, smaller than his own, rested on his shoulder. He tensed under her touch, not used to the comforting gesture. Though unfortunately, his knee-jerk reaction caused her to pull her hand away.

“You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to.” She offered, smiling gently, her hand now searching for something behind them, and then a lifeboat was revealed in the form of a bottle of wine.

“Remember the rules of the game?”

Eren shot her a grateful look, slipping the bottle from her fingers as he took a long pull from the bottle. When he finally came up for air, he brought a thumb to his lips, wiping away an excess left behind by the wine.

He looked to find Y/N staring at the spot his thumb just was.

“I, um…” He spoke out loud, the sound of his voice pulling Y/N out from whatever deep thought she was in. Their eyes met. He shook his head, trying to find the right words. He decided to start his sentence over.

“It’s not like I don’t want to tell you about it.” He murmured. “It’s just…”

“Complicated?” She gave him the word, offered with an understanding smile. He nodded in agreement.

“I know how you feel.” Y/N told him. He swallowed, his tongue forming around a question that had been on his mind for a while now.

“Does this have to do with that friend of yours?” Eren had no idea where he found the bravery to ask such a thing. If she got offended by his new found intrusiveness, he would just blame it on the burn of alcohol that sat deep in his belly, made more obvious with each sip he took. Maybe he should stop. He set the bottle down.

“Which friend?” Y/N asked. He wasn’t sure if she was acting obtuse on purpose or if she knew what she was doing, trying to evade who Eren was bringing up.

“Jean.” The name flowed freely out of his throat. It was only mentioned once, but it had been flitting through his brain every time he thought of Y/N in a way he wasn’t supposed to. Which was more often than he’d like to admit. The memory of her bare skin in the moonlight would soon be chased down with guilt, along with the mystery man whose name made her face look like that.

Her lips were parted, eyes wide and shimmering, her eyebrows furrowed with… worry? She shook her head, eyes pointing down towards her shoes.

“No… He wasn’t— It wasn’t like that with him.” She explained, somewhat awkwardly. “I mean, we traveled together for a few years and we acted on it once.”

Eren’s heart lodged itself in his throat. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to hear this.

“We’re only human, you know? And humans have urges, so one thing led to another and…”

She paused. Eren’s breathing was heavy.

“... And?” He must have been a masochist.

“It was like sleeping with my brother.” She grimaced at the memory, body shuddering, her words sounding resolute when she added, “We vowed to never try anything like that again.”

Eren nodded, feeling a strange mix of relief and annoyance prickling his skin. He tried to shake it away.

“So he wasn’t the one?” He tried to joke, but the words almost caused him to choke. Luckily, the woman beside him took it as intended. A single soft laugh protruded from her lips as she shook her head.

“No. Definitely not.” She replied, her hands now tucked between her thighs.

“Besides… I doubt I’ll ever have a chance at love. Seems foolish to bet on… especially now.” Y/N finished. Somehow these words were the ones that bothered Eren the most. He glanced over at her to find her staring wistfully into the forest stretching out in front of them.

“Not even if you’re the last two people left on earth?”

Her eyes snapped to meet his gaze, somehow sparking through the dark of the night. That same look from before flashed across her features, but this time it was because of him. Pride hung low deep in his chest.

“What do you mean by that?” She breathed, eyebrows furrowed, shimmering eyes flicking over his features to find the answer.

Eren shrugged, unconsciously leaning towards her. “Just that… maybe you shouldn’t count yourself out.”

“I never pegged you as an optimist.” She joked, but her words were still breathless. Eren’s eyes flickered down to her lips as it tilted into a half smile.

“I’m not.” Eren agreed, taking in his own deep breath. The mint of her conditioner invaded his senses once again. Was she getting closer? “But perhaps our luck has changed.”

“Our luck?—” She questioned, tilting her head slightly to the side in curiosity.

“—Your, I meant your luck.” He chuckled airily. His breath fanned over the skin of her cheeks. The only reason he knew this was because it had bounced back onto his own. Their noses were centimeters apart.

“Right.” Y/N grinned, a teasing lilt to her tone. Eren couldn’t help but smile back at her. Though hers was soon lost within a small gasp, when his nose finally brushed against her own. The touch was soft, Eren almost thought he had imagined it, but the thought was soon disproven when he registered the way her breath hitched.

“Eren.” She whispered, but it almost sounded like a beg. Heat surged through Eren’s body from his name on her lips. Lips that were so close to touching his own, if he moved just a millimeter forward…

A loud, resounding creak rang out into the quiet night from behind them, causing the two of them to jump apart. They both whipped to where the sound had come from to find nothing but the closed front door of the church. It must have been the building settling in on its foundation. And though it had turned out to be nothing, it had still broken the spell.

Y/N was on her feet.

“It’s getting late.” She said suddenly, her hand scratching at the back of her head. “I should probably get to bed.”

Eren stood as well.

“Oh, um, yeah.” He replied. “Me too.”

“You’re not gonna stay up and take watch?” He could tell she was trying to tease him, but it fell flat as she stared at him with eyes filled with what seemed to be regret. His stomach dropped.

“‘No… Not tonight.” Eren said, shifting his weight between his feet. “I think I had too much to drink.”

It was a lie. They both knew it. But it was also the perfect excuse.

“Right. Yeah. Same.” She flitted through the words as realization dawned on her of what he was trying to do. Looks like she was jumping at the chance of an easy out.

They stared at each other for a little bit longer, as if they were both waiting for the other to take it back. But no one did. And then the church creaked again, pulling them out of whatever trance they were in.

No other words were exchanged that night as they shuffled back inside and settled down for the night.

The wood of the pew that Eren chose as his bed that night was stiff against his back. His eyes were wide open, staring up at the highrise ceilings, eyeline following the pattern of the rafters. Regrets and desires played in a taunting game of tug-of-war within the confines of his mind. Eren didn’t know how he was going to get any sleep that night.

Though eventually he did, and he didn’t even realize he had fallen asleep until his current dream was interrupted. It was a nice dream too, one where everything went right. But it all faded away once he heard the sound of shuffling footsteps, and then frantic whispering, and then finally the click of a revolver pistol. The barrel pressing harshly into the center of his forehead.

“So, you’re the motherfucker who killed Colt.”

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A/N: My favorite thing ever about zombie content, is that it is the perfect medium to showcase the butterfly effect. So the next chapter will be about the consequence of killing that (not-so) rando guy from last chapter!!! I really hope you enjoyed what you read!! please feel free to message me about whatever you like!! ILYSM!!! (omg also edit to the authors note: did y’all notice my hunger games reference hehehehhe)

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the "I could keep you safe. they're all afraid of me" or "do you feel safe enough to come with me?" for starcicle....these are already so juicy for etoiles to say but also there is something so intriguing about scenarios where charlie is the one saying it..... maybe these ideas would be fun to write?

YEAHHHHH no way you looked at the same one as me and also thought "oh but charlie saying this..." it's like you read my mind. Gonna write about one here, but expect to see the other in a regular text post because oh man they are so fun to write...

Feel free to ask for more prompts yall!!!

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(Warnings for depictions of serious injuries and shock)

"Do you feel safe enough to come with me?"

Étoiles startles out of his panicked-induced scrambling to stop and look at Charlie, eyes wide and breath stuttering in his chest. Everything is blurry but he still has his mask on so he isn’t sure what’s going on. “W-what?”

Charlie is unharmed save for a nick above his eyebrow which means Étoiles did his job correctly, but the fighter himself has been better, sure. The slime hybrid eyes his sluggishly bleeding wounds, stopping to blanch at where his hand should be before his eyes shoot back up and lock with Étoiles’ again. The next time he speaks, it isn’t as meek or unsure, “Do you feel safe enough to come with me? I-I think we’re near a cave system I recognize. Somewhere we can hide until we can uh…” He gestures vaguely to where the fighter is cradling his severed limb to his chest protectively, “Address that? Neither of us can go back outside like this, man.”

God, Étoiles hates that he’s right. There’s sticky chlorophyll dripping onto to ground from his wrist and there’s a suspiciously wet spot growing along his side that can’t be good. He’s down one hand, his scythe is still outside with at least four code monsters hovering about. He can’t respawn unless he wants to risk not being able to regrow his hand back later, fuck. They’re stuck in this cave Charlie dragged Étoiles into when he fell and he kind of hates it. Not Charlie, just being stuck. Useless.

“Listen, I know we don’t really know each other well and you’ve heard the rumors which are actually more fact than rumors I guess but I mean I had some pretty good reasons for—”

“Slime.”

“Okay okay sorry, what I’m trying to say is can you trust me this once? You’re kind of missing a hand and an eye and it’s really freaking me out, dude. Would you come with me? The codes can wait, surely?”

Non, ils ne peuvent pas attendre, Étoiles wants to protest before he registers what exactly Charlie said. He refuses to let go of his sword, bringing up his handless wrist to touch his cheek, wincing at the sharp, biting pain it causes. It’s amazing neither he nor Charlie gags at the sensation or sight, but Charlie must not find it gross and Étoiles is realizing he might be in shock. Weird. That doesn’t usually happen.

“Étoiles?” Charlie steps forward hesitantly, bringing his hand up, but stopping before it makes contact with his elbow. The sounds of fighting get louder outside and he starts to tremble, just a little. “You with me buddy?”

“Ouais,” Étoiles mummers, “You said my name wrong.” He notes distantly, grip on his sword lax. Charlie steps more into his space but doesn’t touch him yet.

“Whoops, maybe you can teach me how to on the way to my super-secret hidey hole, yeah? What do you say? Feel like walking with a misclicker?”

Étoiles should be on guard right now, especially when he’s down a limb and an eye but there’s something… comforting to Charlie’s tone, reassuring enough that has him sheathing his sword and grabbing for the offered hand, squeezing it tightly as Charlie beams.

“The ‘s’ is silent.” He mummers as Charlie urges him forward. Chatter from the hybrid fills the cave as he grips Étoiles’ hand with one of his, the other clutching a shitty, iron axe with the other. He forgets to worry about the code and finds it easier to breathe despite the cold, dark walls surrounding them.

He finds it easier to laugh too.

[honeyconez]

Me skibidi cave

Last updated 10/30 I go by Conez or Ed idc

I am a minor so you will be blocked if you’re a super duper old person *AND* you creep me out in any way. I know the warning signs. I am not stupid. If you think you’re getting away with something you’re gravely mistaken. I have my own little ways. I’m in your walls. I’m in your crusty little walls. Like a rat.

Any pronouns I’m confused about what I identify as

PLEASE REQUEST STUFF!! I LOVE REQUESTS AND I LITERALLY HAVE ALL THE FREETIME IN THE WORLD! DONT BE SCARED!!! AS LONG AS ITS NOT INCREDIBLY NSFW OR ILLEGAL PLEEEEASE REQUEST STUFF!!!!

I’m pan don’t bring a pan near me give me pans

I like team fortress 2 a lot

I like cursing. I try not to a lot. Also, I have many MANY reasons to believe I may be autistic so just a warning. I am getting a diagnosis soon so I will update accordingly.

I have trouble interpreting the tones of things. You don’t have to use tone indicators though, I don’t really know what all of them mean. I use emojis as indicators I guess

I don’t mean to be an asshole tell me if I’m being rude or something 😭😭

Please don’t be scared to interact with me I don’t bite, I’m a nervous person so I usually can’t hold conversations too well

Other things I like

• SCP Foundation

• HLVRAI

• Guardians Of the Galaxy

• Deadpool

• Mouthwashing

I have art block right now

posting schedule does not exist anymore

I will try and go through all the notes on my posts to block people who fit my DNI list or people who give me bad vibes.

SOMETIMES I ACCIDENTALLY FOLLOW PEOPLE SO IF I UNFOLLOW IN 2 SECONDS SORRY I MISCLICKED PROBABLY 😭 I FEEL BAD ABOUT IT

ALSO TUMBLR MAKES ME UNFOLLOW PEOPLE SOMETIMES

My tags 😩😫😣(if I remember)

•wholetconezcook - drawings

•conedoodledoodle - doodles

•conezdumbideas - shitposts

•conezyappityyap - rambling

•conezeatspencils - pencil drawings

•conezirlskibidis - my irl pookies

•conezsillyvoidcomic - my stupid comic

•conezonthattypicalgrind - typical colors rants

•conezdoesthegmog - gmod

•conezgoofyassocs - my ocs

I’ll add more if I need to, I won’t bother tagging my old stuff and I don’t tag reblogs

Other stuff I like + DNI List

Other general stuff I find neat •Computer viruses(stuxnet……)

•World Wars 1 & 2

•Patterns in math…. My beloved….

•Paradoxes

•Spaceeeeeeeee

•Geology

•Math in general I guess

•Death of the universe(I could go on and on… please ask me…)

•Coding

•Rules of robotics

•History

Games

• Undertale/Deltarune

• Minecraft

• Celeste

• Rayman

• Subnautica

• Cat Quest I & II

• Stardew Valley

•Cuphead

Movies

• Emesis Blue

• Deadpool 1, 2, 3

• Howl’s Moving Castle

• Magnificent Nine

• Steven Universe the Movie

(Will add more I remember)

Cartoons / Shows / Series idk

• Lil Pootis

• Adventure Time

• Fionna & Cake

• Adventure Time Distant Lands

• Steven Universe

• Minecraft Storymode (I watched the Netflix thingy before it was removed)

• Captain Underpants

• Team Neighborhood

• Over the Garden Wall (one of my favs)

Books / Comics

• Curse Of the Werepenguin

• Dogman (huge inspiration)

• Breaking Cat News (huge inspiration)

• Bunnicula

• The Outsiders (could yap forever)

• Midsummer’s Nights Dream

• Adventure Time Comics

•Countdown to Zero Day

Youtube series or Youtubers I like

*(by youtubers I mean their videos if they don’t really have a series) **(if any of these Youtubers are actually bad people please tell me I live under a rock)

• Honorcrocketts

• Rubberfruit

• Kostamonien

• STBlackST / Unusual Troubles

• Kitty0706

• Requiem For A Pizza

• Badwatervideos2009

• HoovyTube

• Team Neighborhood

• Kugawattan

• TheInvertedShadow

• DamashiDX

Musical Artists

• Lemon Demon

• Neutral Milk Hotel

• Penelope Scott

• Weird Al Yankovic!!!!

• ARTHUR

• The Scary Jokes

• Metric

• Beck

DNI LIST

Homophobes, transphobes, racists, pedos, pervs, proshit, pro-Israel, zionists, zoophiles, completely NSFW blogs, TERFs and SWERFs

also specifically people who still draw/use/support dr br*ght. Seriously? Use Dr Shaw or another rewrite. It’s not that hard.

[pick-a-plush]

Uhh I just wanted to say your polls are silly

Also I got so excited for the makeship recommended one that I misclicked 💔

Haha thanks, it is quite silly!

I’m sorry you mis clicked, I hate when that happens. But you may not be the only one, so hopefully it’ll all even out eventually!

[sunstone-smiles]

Shit am I not allowed to reblog your stuff? I’m sorry I like reblogging stories so I don’t lose them but I’ll delete it if you want?

Omg! No, please, please reblog! I love seeing reblogs come up on my notes! I just woke up from my alarm when I saw the notification and I misclicked liking my own post while in bed, so it was a total accident on my end 😭

But PLEASE reblog! Always feel free to do so! They make me happy!

I appreciate you asking!