#I’ll post soemthing soon

[slashersgostabbystabstab]

Ah fuck it, I’ll post the technically other part to Blighted

This is after the reader has met with Danny who has been blighted, they are filled with a rage for the man responsible for Danny’s condition...

Warnings: It’s DBD...Idk what to tell ya, but if there’s soemthing specific y’alls want feel free to tell me ^^ 

(Also, this is basically what could turn into a potential Ghostface x Reader x Blight thing [tho he would be more of the antagonist here]. But it all really depends on whether people are interested or not)

Revolution was an act quite frowned upon.

Perhaps, frowned upon was the incorrect term. Revolution was feared.

The being that fed on that very emotion…it now knew what it felt like.

It had been the third match of the day, at least your third match. You thanked the Entity for giving you even just a few moments with Danny, his suffering having returned. That you sure as hell weren’t thankful for, learning that his blighted treatment was temporary, but he was always brought back to receive more and more doses.

You had spawned in a new lobby, quite upset over the fact that your snuggling with Danny had been interrupted. You could only imagine how he looked, all alone on the firepit cushions of Mount Ormond’s resort, wondering where it was you had gone.

Not wanting to think of Danny’s puppy-eyed look, you examined your surroundings before you were soon accompanied by the nervous wreck, Dwight. The two of you were then joined by Jake and Nancy, not sharing any words between each other as they readied themselves for the upcoming trial.

You, however…a sensation came over you…a feeling of determination. 

Looking into the distance, you furrowed your eyebrows as if you were glaring into the face of your next executioner. Your instinct filled you with a sense of dread, an uneasy feeling forming in the pit of your stomach as you squeezed your fists. 

It was almost as if…the void of a darkness far from you stared back with a predatory leer.

Your heart pounded in your chest, hands now gripping onto the inside of your jacket’s pockets once you had stuffed the inside. And before you knew it, your hands no longer felt tight but instead empty. Every part of you felt light as the Entity was sending you to your grave.

After being engulfed by the Entity’s darkness, drops of rain fell onto the softness of your cheeks and nose. Fluttering your eyes open as the sound of rain hitting the soil rang through your ears, you scanned the realm you had been summoned to.

Before you were trees of great heights, and beyond those was a tall, stone structure you could only recognize as the Temple that was formerly home to the Plague.

Thankfully, you had spawned nowhere near the killer and instead found yourself making your way towards Nancy who had ever so briefly greeted you. 

“There’s a generator from where I came from, over by the stone structure.” she mentioned while pointing behind her. “You coming?”

“I think I’m gonna go check the one inside the temple first.” you turned your attention to the mentioned building. “Something tells me the killer’s going to keep an eye on it in the meantime. Better to finish it now than later.”

“Good point.” Nancy nodded, soon enough parting ways and reuniting with Jake who had surprised the two of you.

So now, you made your way through the trees before finding yourself in front of the temple’s entrance. You walked through the columns while turning to every side, making sure that the killer was not at a distance where they could see you. There was no feeling of a shiver down your spine, so you could mark off every stealth killer that could have been stalking you from afar.

Continuing on your way, you opted to not walk down the steps and into the lighted center, but you instead made your way around to where the golden tablet was displayed. To your surprise, a chest was seated right at the foot of the Sumerian glyphs.

Taking one more look around, you kneeled down and took hold of the rusted padlock before forcibly wiggling it. In the process, you were hit with concern, as if someone had just been struck.  Trying to ignore the feeling, you continued attempting to open the chest and before you knew it, your heart beat started to go a bit fast.

Your opening became faster, more desperate as your heart’s pace quickened even more. You could now feel it in your ears and throat, having to gulp to drown some of the feeling away.

But then…you heard a disgusting screech that was followed by Dwight’s cry of pain.

It was him.

You knew that Dwight had been downed just outside of the temple, right at the very entrance where your body was in place sight beneath the lighting provided by the temple.

Hands became sweaty as you stared down at the unlocked chest, trembling as you grabbed the lid and loudly opened it. Looking inside, you found a toolbox, this somehow giving you a rise of adrenaline.

You felt a chill go down your spine, causing your entire body now to quiver. You knew the killer was aware of your presence, just as you knew that he was now intent on pulling you away from that chest.

Feigning obliviousness, you reached into the chest to grab the toolbox’s handle while hearing demonic shrieks echoing behind you. The sounds were louder from your right where you caught a flash of orange in the corner of your eye.

Orange goo splattered all over the stone wall, right before the maker of this residue directed his attention to you.

Gripping on as tightly as possible to the toolbox’s handle, you removed yourself from the chest and stood up, all the while staring into the crate’s emptiness.

A hiss now sounded much, much closer, and as if on instinct, you swung the tool box to the right. Immediately, the metal collided with the creature that had rushed towards you, the impact creating another echo in the building before a thump was heard.

Looking to that side, you managed to crack the knuckles of your right hand from squeezing the box’s handle extremely hard. On the ground, you found the one and only alchemist you came to hate.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to do that.” you spoke, glaring down at the Blight who almost had a look of shock on what were left of his features.  “I’ve really been meaning to talk to you Grimes.”

Of course, no words came from the creature who got onto his feet as soon as possible. He could only stare ahead at you from the distance you had created, gripping onto his cane quite angrily. The Blight wasn’t one who thought of himself highly, but the disbelief he felt over the audacity of a mere survivor fighting back was incredible.

He decided not to think much of it, instead focusing on just getting the sacrifice over it. So, he gave another one of his terrifying shrieks before rushing over to your direction. However, it brought an even greater shock to the creature when you not only made a U-turn and avoided his attack, but you kicked him in the back.

The Blight found himself on the cold floor of the temple, holding himself on his hands and knees while still clutching onto his cane. He turned his attention to the entrance of the temple, looking straight into the astonished expressions belonging to your teammates.

His orange eyes now darted to your form that loomed over him at the top of the temple, almost unafraid.

Unafraid to challenge he who even the most sadistic killer in the Entity’s realm feared.

He heard your shoes thump against the floor after you had jumped from that height, toolbox still in hand. He read your features, noticing the bloodlust written all over them.

No matter. The Blight stood up once again, directing a hiss your way before he stumbled on over with the stick in the air.

You had not expected him to strike the cane as low as possible, actually intending on pulling your ankle with the handle rather than hitting you like the other times. Now it was your turn to slam onto your back, wincing at the pain before lifting your tool box in a swift motion, having blocked the Blight’s actual attack.

Every move you did further agitated him, especially when you kicked upwards and at his crotch.

You had the Blight staggering backwards, having to take a moment to regain himself. That was not enough time to ready himself for your next attack, having been struck by your tool box to his face once again.

And again.

And again.

Your mind had been clouded with rage, thinking about all that Danny had to endure ever since he had his dose of Grimes’ serum.

You hadn’t even realized that your fellow survivors had been shouting your name, none of them sure of what was to be done in such a situation. If anything, they had never seen something like it happen.

To your dismay, the Blight had enough of curling up and taking each and every one of your blows. When you were winding up for another hit, he lifted his cane to block your attack.

To his dismay, you had used the toolbox to hit away his cane that flew to the side. Despite his shock, the Blight manually shoved you away and now attempted to use his claws against you.

Somehow, he had not been able to land a single attack on you, instead being thrown onto the ground once again. 

Once he had come to his senses, he searched for your figure that had disappeared for a moment. But, fortunate for him, he was able to react quickly when he came face to face with his own weapon, now being wielded in your hands. As powerful as he was, he could not manage to tear the cane away from your death grip nor could he push you away again.

Even in such a vulnerable moment, he had to admire that determination of yours.

You grabbed onto the cane with both of your hands, intending on pushing it towards him to press it against what could be considered his throat. But then, you were finally pulled away.

Yes, pulled away.

Not shoved by the Blight nor pulled by any of the survivors, but pulled by an invisible force that pinned you to the ground.

Before anyone was able to act, you gave pained cough.

You were in the air, hands shaking as you looked down at your chest that you now realized had been impaled.

The other survivors turned away from the sight, not wanting to see your body be mangled by the Entity’s claws that for some reason had come out this early into a trial. They only looked again when they could tell a light shone down and disposed of your disintegrated corpse, never expecting to have the same treatment to occur to them right after that.

In the end, there was only the Blight who finally got the chance to stand up and dust himself. He found his cane, examining the area before a whisper came to his ears.

The Entity was displeased. 

Displeased that a mere survivor revolted against the Blight. Displeased that three others witnessed it. Displeased that such an idea of hope was now planted into their minds.

The Blight was given a warning, but not one he cared much for.

No.

He had other things that he was now…fascinated with.

His free hand reached down to grab one of the many syringes he carried around with him, admiring the orange liquid that glistened beneath the temple’s light.

Oh how he wondered…curious to see the beautiful sight that was your heart pumping the serum through those veins of yours. How that anger from a survivor could become a new project. A mere survivor no more…he was almost obsessed now with how you stood up against him and beat him to the ground.

Talbot Grimes had a new obsession.

[yourleftknuckle]

I JUST FUCKING WATCHED THE SPECIALS………DEAR LORD……I CRIED..TWICE!!!! I’m not gonna jinx myslef witht he posting thing cause I’ve still gotta say junk about spiderverse but BELIVE ME when I say my notes app is FULL and ready to be emptied out… but also the amount of screenshots i took is crazy I’m gonna be so honest with you 💔💔

Also the CLIFFHANGER IS EILD….when Wukong was interrogating azure about the scroll I was so mad that he basically fucking dodged the question, like your about to die man don’t do to us😭😭 and I wholeheartedly believed that the dude in the cloak was the fucking mayor but there’s a COUNCIL??

And also FREENOODLES WIN YAHHHHH!!!!!

along with the fact that peng in the first nb character in lmk!!! (Atleast in cannon i think) BUT OH MY GOS

I had to take a moment to replay the scene to make sure I’m not fucking crazy and they DID use they/them pronouns on them❤️

Point I made earlier still stands tho fuck that bird and their BITCHASS friends 🖕 like congrats on coming out that doesn’t excuse you being a HORRIBLE PERSON!!!!!

ANYHEO y’all it’s 2 in the morning and I need sleep so I’ll be heading to bed but trust I’ll whip soemthing up and hopefully get it out soon!! No promises though cause I’m gonna be super busy for like the next week💔💔

BYEEEE!!!

Also if your wondering where I watched the links are up in the LMK discord!! If you need an invite link or soemthing just dm me, or I can post the links on this post when I can!

Happy watching!!!!!

[missiridescent]

MW3 spoilers below

I’m in my denial is a river in Egypt era

But like why did they tried their hardest to show that Soap was dead

Like price called a KIA on him

Laswell wrote the report, stressing on him being dead

and then the team was like putting their whole cunt during that scene where they spread his ashes

Like yeah I know he’s a main character, and all but soemthing isn’t right here

But don’t u guys think they’re trying WAYYYY too hard

Plus PLUS

I’m obviously being really delusional today

Alex ‘burnt’ to death during the explosion right

So did Graves, he supposedly died in a tank explosion, also ‘burnt’ to death

Like are y’all seeing what I’m trying to put down here??? Guys come on

A person or at least a ‘dead’ character in a COD franchise will come back if they were burnt—cremation requires the burning of the body right?!

ALSO Soap was cremated instead of buried in a casket, like I don’t know what’s the burial arrangements in Scotland is like but if u Google Scottish funeral tradition there’s something along the line of “the Catholic Church does allow cremation but its a seldom practice”

GUYS

THERES HOPE HE FAKED HIS DEATH (I’m insane btw)

I mean assuming he practice Christianity right? I know I know there’s a huge possibility of him requesting to get cremated because he’s a very funny man (also in retrospect it would mean his body would not end up in wrong hands because Makarov is an asshole)

He’s a demolitions expert, he would want to go out with a BANG AND FIRE (I’m sorry I’ll escort myself out)

There’s so many theories behind why he would need to fake his death too—from going deep undercover, to them needing someone skill full enough to infiltrate the enemy team, Them needing to look vulnerable so Makarov can target them and Soap being the eye of the team

PLUS FUCKING HELL

have y’all looked at Neil in the last couple of months?? Tell me that man isn’t preparing to become Captain Mactavish

Yes I know Neil himself confirmed Soap’s death—BUT—he also didn’t say he was going to leave the COD verse anytime soon (aside from not doing much advertising for the franchise I mean I would too Neil they did you dirty with that awful side character looking ass death scene)

His post could just be to throw us all off, I know neither Warren or Chad did this but it could just be because their characters aren’t main characters??

Anyway take everything with a grain of salt, there are characters who officially died and burnt alive too, this is just delusional speaking and I really am sad about Soap’s death and trying to cope xx

Edit: Soap probably got the idea after Grave made his comeback like Bitch was like if Graves can pull it off so can I

[sleepyditto]

My inactive ass is coming back

I’ll post something soon

[g3nosarchive]

good morning to everyone 💗

[animensfw-smut]

Hi! Can I get Bakugo x Midoriya's little Sister

And/or Shoto x Reader, where Endeavor doesn't allow them to be together?

Absolutely! I’m assuming the Bakugo x Midoriya’s little sister is fluff and the shoto x reader one is angst? But I’m gonna make the shoto x reader have a fluffy ending if you don’t mind. If it was meant to be nsfw for both, please feel free to message me again, and I’ll redo it. 😅

I’ve decided to do both of them which means they may be a bit shorter, but i hope you enjoy!

The Shoto x Reader oneshot is further down the post.

WARNINGS: None.

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BAKUGO X MIDORIYA’S LITTLE SISTER! READER

*Third pov*

No matter where he looked, his gaze always rested on her face. The way she smiled brightened up his day, though he refuses to admit it. Why should he feel this way for Deku’s sister? He hated it. 

There were many moments (y/n) found Bakugo to be cute. He was such a tsundere that she couldn’t help but smile when he did so many things just for her yet always said it was because she was being annoying. 

“BAKUBRO!!! You definitely like (y/n)!!!” Kirishima declared as he hung out in Bakugo’s dorm.

“Shut up. I don’t.” He looked away with an angry expression, but Kirishima knew better. His arm wrapped around Bakugo’s neck, a grin adorning his face,

“Don’t lie to me! I know!!! .... If you don’t make a move soon, Monoma may steal her away...” At this, Bakugo looked to Kirishima,

“What do you mean Monoma will steal her, Shitty hair.” Kirishima wore an all knowing smile, 

“Well, I’ve heard from Tetsutetsu that Monoma plans on asking (y/n) out so...”

“WHEN?!”

“He’s planning on confessing to her today.” With that, he was up and out of his seat on the bed, dashing out the door. Kirishima chuckled,

“Knew it.”

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Bakugo ran, searching for (y/n). No way will he let Monoma be with (y/n). He remembered how (y/n) had mentioned to Deku that she will be going to the Class B dorms to hang out with Kendo.

In a panting mess, he arrived at the dorms, seeing (y/n) being confronted by Monoma in the kitchen. 

“(Y/N)!” Monoma’s eyes widened when Bakugo grabbed (y/n) by the wrist, exiting the building. 

“W-Wait, K-Kacchan...!” Her other hand grasped at his arm and he took a deep breath before sitting down on the steps. He looked at (y/n) and she took the hint, sitting down next to him.

She constantly glanced at him as he stared out at the sun. It was setting, turning the sky into a deep orange. Her eyes focused on the way their hands were intertwined. His hand was warm, but not to the point where she wanted to separate their hands. It was a nice feeling to be held by Bakugo.

“So, did you aceept?” She raised a questioning brow,

“Accept what?”

“You know... With that extra just then.”

“Oh, Monoma? Yeah i accepted, i don’t see why not.” Bakugo grit his teeth, his hair shadwoing his eyes,

“R-Really...” His hands slipped away from hers as he started to walk away.

-

“Hey, Kacchan.”

His heart skipped a beat when she held him, her arms wrapping around his waist from behind. Her face was buried into the firm muscles of his back, her fingers pressing against his stomach. 

“Why are you upset, Kacchan?” He bit his lip as tears started to form in his eyes,

“I... Guess Monoma is a better match with you...”

“What do you mean?”

“He asked you out, didn’t he?” Confused, (y/n) turned Bakugo around, her hands framing his face and wiping the small droplets trailing down his face. 

“Nope. He asked me to help him with his quirk...” She gave a smile, rubbing under his eyes to stop the tears,

“Kacchan, you’re so cute.”

“Shut up.”

His lips captured hers in a sweet kiss. A long awaited kiss...

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SHOTO X READER

*Third pov*

“Leave him. You are not worthy of him.”

The words echoed in her thoughts, occupying her mind 24/7. Endeavor had said this to (y/n) during the UA sports festival when he had found out that she was dating Shoto. 

Yes, (y/n) truly loved Shoto and would never break up with him, but it still bothered her to think that that was what Endeavor thought of her. The meeting was kept a secret from Shoto as she didn’t want it to be another reason that got in the way of them mending their relationship. 

“(y/n).” A soft whisper of her name brought her back to reality. She was currently hanging out with Shoto in his dorm. It was their ‘lazy Saturday’ where they stayed indoors for their date.

His arms were wrapped around her waist as he snuggled against her on his bed.

“What are you thinking about?”

“Oh... Nothing much.” Shoto knew when there was something wrong with (y/n), he could just tell instantly. He knew that there was soemthing off about her by the end of the sports festival, but he didn’t want to bother her with his questioning. 

“Did... My father tell you anything?” She gasped at the accuracy. He gave a sigh,

“Sigh... Don’t mind him... And, don’t keep anything from me anymore, okay? I’ll sort this out for you.” He nuzzled his face against her neck, breathing in her scent,

“He doesn’t even know how much you mean to me.” Unconsciously, a smile slowly spread on her face at the reassurance he gave her. Nothing could ever separate her from him. 

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“Father.”

Endeavor looked up from where he had been working at his desk.

“What is it you wanted?”

“Leave (y/n) alone. It’s my business, not yours.” Shoto glared down at Endeavor as Endeavor’s eyes bored into his soul.

“It is my business. I need to know who you get into relationships with and if they’re powerful and worthy of you.”

“It’s not your business and never will be. Just... Don’t bother her anymore.” With that, Shoto left his office. 

Endeavor looked at his back with wide-eyes. In his fury, Shoto had iced most of the room. Endeavor gave a sigh before using his quirk to restore order to his room.

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“Hey, calm down.” I pressed a soft kiss to his forehead, brushing his fringe away from his face. 

“It’s fine, you didn’t have to go to your father’s office... Though i appreciate what you did, Shoto.” I peppered his face with kisses before settling on cuddling with him. He seemed to have calmed down from when he first came into his dorm. 

“Mm.” He hummed as he brought me to his chest, kissing the top of my head. 

“Ah, i always feel so calm around you...” Shoto muttered, bringing the blanket over both of them. 

(y/n) traced over Shoto’s features, her fingers grazing over the scar as Shoto relaxed in her touch. Leaning up, (y/n) pressed a kiss to his left eye.

“(y-y/n), s-stop doing that...!” He covered his scar with his hand as a blush rose to his cheeks.

“Mm, why should i? You’re pretty, Shoto.” He gave out a few incoherent murmurs before pressing (y/n) against his chest again,

“Just sleep...” (y/n) hummed, obliging and snuggling up to him again. 

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A/N

AHHHHH, I hope this one was good enough!!! I’m not really that good at writing fluffs and all that, so i hope you all enjoyed it!!!

The next request is: Dom! Gamer! Shigaraki Tomura x Fem! Reader.

[katie-writes24]

Fell Into The Same Arms

Pairing: Thomas Jefferson x reader

Warnings: Language, implied material, angst, a sliver of fluff, and injured reader.

Part 2

You know what, this is on me, because I was on Pinterest YET AGAIN and came across prompts that made me want to vent!!! So here is this!! Also, I’m really struggling with this one WIP and I jsut wanted to post soemthing, so I don’t even really know if this is “finished” yet. Let me know if you want to be tagged, and give me some feedback. I apologize in advance if I hurt your heart! But...it’ll be worth it I swear!

Rain was in the forecast the entire weekend, and it didn't seem to stop anytime soon on Monday. It took a toll on traffic, that was for sure; the roads were starting to flood and the bus routes were changed unexpectedly. The streets were in no shape for anyone to be out.

But Y/N didn't pay no matter to that. Instead, she kept walking, despite the throbbing in her thigh and the blisters on the back of her heels. She ignored the piercing feeling in her back when she tensed. That pain in the back of her head: didn't bother her. Not now, not when she's in the wet streets alone at night, having someplace to be.

Another lie. It was someplace she needed to be, and maybe she wasn't welcomed, but she had no other option. Every other door that used to be open was now closed after comments like you're better than this and don't come crying to me when I'll only say I told you so were thrown at her.

Y/N should be getting her keys out to unlock her apartment door, heading to the shower and ignoring the worried cries from Hercules. She could even be knocking on the screen door and letting Eliza draw her a bath while they sipped on hot tea. Hell, she was even considering jumping the gate and climbing up to John's window and letting him hold her as she cried herself to sleep.

What was she doing instead? Knocking on the hardwood door in front of her, not knowing what the outcome ahead would be.

Seconds felt like hours before the door was opened quickly, only going so far as the small chain up top would let it. She was met with brown orbs, in a flash they were wide in shock.

She couldn't blame him.

She could only imagine what she looked like, it obviously wasn't a pretty sight if the feeling in her bones had any say in it. But something told her that her appearance was not why he had the reaction.

At this point Y/N believed that he was, in fact, in shock because it's still pouring rain and she can feel her limbs start to grow numb from the cold. He's still staring at her with that look...

"I didn't know where else to go," Her voice sounded raspy even to her, and she guessed it was loud enough for him to hear, considering he shut the door before the sound of a latch being pulled again was heard, and he fully opened the door.

He looked good; dressed in his pajamas, but still good, considering the last time she saw him. He looked fresh out the shower, and she took that as a sign that he didn't have company over.

Thomas hated leaving people waiting. Something they didn't share in common, apparently.

He stepped aside and Y/N didn't waste a second before stepping into the warm house.

"Just- wait a second," Thomas walked down the hallway, soon returning with a towel that he laid across the floor. "Don't want to ruin my floors."

She snorted. Still the same stuck up she remembers. "Could you spare one for me, you think?"

"I was actually going to offer you a shower, and maybe help you patch things up. Looks like you need it," He gestured to her head, which had a small gash, or at least that's what it felt like.

"That'd be nice," She cleared her throat once more, removing her shoes. She stopped after stripping of her jacket, standing awkwardly and hoping to give the man a hint.

Instead, he scoffed and went down the hall again. "It's not like I haven't seen it all before. Just leave your clothes on the towel, I'll throw them in the dryer."

Y/N rolled her eyes, but did as he said. She quickly walked to the bathroom and stepped into the tub. It all looked the same, including the bottle of shampoo he bought her months ago, still in the same spot.

She cleared her throat, mentally shaking herself clear of those warming thoughts.

A few minutes after she turned on the water, she heard a knock on the door, his silhouette behind the curtain.

"I brought a towel, and some fresh clothes," There was some shuffling before he sighed loudly. "Did you eat? Can I get you something?"

"No, I'm fine, thanks," Y/N cut him short, trying to ignore his caring need that he normally hid from the public. She wasn't any different, not anymore.

"Well, knowing you, you probably had a large coffee this morning and called it a day. And I'm not quite sure what you got yourself into yet, but I'm sure it didn't happen over a meal." Thomas sounded so sure of himself, and damn him for knowing her so well. Her silence gave it away, and he soon clicked his tongue in assurance. "I'll make you something quick."

There was no resisting the water in her eyes. Pain expanded all over her body, she had an excuse. Plus, he couldn't see her get emotional behind the curtain, and there would be no tear tracks on her cheeks later.

It might seem odd to others, to those who see Thomas as a public figure, a politician. He carries power, and never lets anyone outside these doors see his vulnerability. To them, he is a man with high standards and a precise wardrobe.

But she knew the real Thomas.

He was sensitive, caring for others, acting like he was just now. The newspaper titles were full of shit, they didn't have any right to criticize him because that wasn't the real him.

Of course he was passionate about his job and position, but they didn't know what Thomas acted like in the morning. They didn't know what Thomas's favorite meal to have when he's had a long day was. About his constant need to have a book to read before he goes to sleep, no matter what time it is. About what he looked like when he was in complete bliss, when he was really happy....

No, Y/N knew though.

She reached for the shower handle, turning the knob on the cold setting. She finished up washing her hair as quick as she could, then carefully dabbed her body with a washcloth, avoiding direct open wounds.

Stepping out of the bathroom, wrapped in a rather large t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants, Y/N found Thomas at the table. He was standing over scattered papers, rubbing his chin softly as he thinks to himself.

While he's distracted, she takes in the house, knowing she really shouldn't, it will only hurt her or, worse, make former feelings reappear. But she can't help but look over to the wall beside him, where dozens of picture frames line up in a pattern. Some are of his parents, some of Thomas and James, there's even a group photo of his colleagues standing before Washington. She remembers how excited Thomas was that day, to finally be getting the recognition he deserves.

She also remembers that there used to be a frame below it, one that held two photos of Y/N and Thomas, holding hands, smiling. She remembers that the photographer wanted their hands close to the lens, getting a good capture of piece of jewelry that looked so simple, but held so much promise.

Was suppose to hold so much promise.

Should she really be sad that he took it down? Y/N didn't deserve to feel angry or disappointed that it wasn't hanging on the wall, to be a constant reminder to anyone that walked by of what used to be.

"Food should be ready soon. I just put it in the oven to warm up." She jumped as she was released from her thoughts, Thomas now looking over at her.

"Thanks," He soon walked over to her, only feet away when he lifted up his hand. She instantly flinched, swallowing hard as she realized what she did.

Thomas slowly put his hand down, looking at her with wide eyes. "I wasn't going to-"

"I know," Her voice was shaky, but she held a hard expression, looking at the floor.

Nodding, Thomas cleared his throat before heading to the bathroom, moments later coming out with a tube of ointment. "Let's get you cleaned up?"

Maybe it was fate, or maybe it was just Y/N's luck. Whatever it may be, she would never stop thanking whoever was watching over her that she got to feel Thomas's soft touch once again.

Yes, maybe she'd like it better if it was under different circumstances, but she was appreciative of the light touch he had against her head, one hand holding it still while the other gently dabbed the cream against her bruises.

The quiet was disturbed when he winced at the scrape right above her hip. There was no hiding it; it was already layered in dried blood, purple outlining the crevice of the soon-to-be scar. Thomas shook his head slightly, and she didn't know if it was from shock or disappointment.

Once he cleared the wound completely, Thomas pressed his thumb against her hip bone, rubbing her skin in soothing motions. Y/N smiled sadly.

"Can you stop, for one goddamn second, and just talk about this?"

"I can't, Thomas! You don't understand why, but I just can't-"

"Do you know why I stick around? Do you care about what I have to say? Don't you know that I love you? I would do anything for you, Y/N, why can't you trust me on that?"

"I do! I trust you with my life, Thomas! That's the problem!" The room grew silent, Thomas forming a sudden frown, eyes teary.

Her own were wet, as well. Vulnerability was not her thing, so Y/N quickly turned around, not bearing to see his reaction.

Lost in her own self deprecating thoughts, she felt a hand on her hip. His long fingers began stroking her bone, her skin lighting on fire every under the fabric of her underwear. Somehow, the simple touch completely broke her, letting out a shaky sob. Thomas wrapped his free arm around her chest, grounding her. Y/N allowed her own arms to grab at his as she shook.

“We’ll get through it,” Thomas whispered, his own voice a bit shaky. “Together.”

There used to be moments where Y/N would allow herself to completely fall into him, would just let go of all the pent up frustration and troubles she had. Because she knew Thomas would catch her, she knew that he would let her release all of her worries for him to fix, and if not fix, just to listen. He would offer comforting phrases that would make her feel like the only woman in the world. He would physically comfort her, whether it was a bath or his touch or his body, he would take away her stress.

And no matter how many times Y/N would experience such ache, Thomas never turned away. Not once. Not even after all this time separated. And she knew damn well that if she did the same thing now, he would let her.

That’s what scared her.

She couldn’t do that to Thomas, not again.

“It’s okay, sweetheart,” Apparently, him knowing exactly what she’s thinking didn’t change either. His soft voice rang loudly in her ears, traveling all throughout her body. Y/N had to bite the inside of her lip to keep from breaking down.

“You can let go...” It sounded like a promise.

Maybe she could count on him to catch her again, even if it’s just this one last time.

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Imaginary (Jumin x MC)

Chapter one here!

(Also to explain something! Both Bada and Eun are random characters I made up, I like to think that the island was already inhabited by some people, and that Jumin’s father bought part of it, in Saeran’s Normal End, he and MC talk about how the locals are all nice and stuff, so I wanted to add something like this here :D, OH AND! These are the sort of edited chapters, I will post the fully edited ones in AO3!)

AND feedback is greatly appreciated! Sorry if this one was kinda short! Next chapter we WILL get some cute kiddo Jumin, I promise :P

Chapter 2

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In the end you weren’t able to find the ghost. That week your mother had been leaving you with heavy amounts of homework, and you hadn’t been able to go outside since by the time you finished it was always too dark, and your mother was home. You were also tired from the amount of history dates and math formulas you had to learn. Your mother wasn’t going to let you fall behind all of your classmates, but she also took it a bit too far and made you study things that even they hadn’t even seen yet.

Thus, your search for the ghost was cancelled. You weren’t able to see Bada and Eun either, which sucked since their food was so delicious last time, and you really wanted some more. In the meantime though, you spent your days reading about ghosts, and how to capture them or see them.

You wanted so badly to find the ghost! But you didn’t have the time. The thing that made it worse was that you were sure there was someone there, you always saw a small shadow by the windows, but as soon as you tried to get closer, it disappeared.

One night, you laid in your bed, unable to sleep and thinking about the ghost. It was about 11pm, your mother was already sleeping and you were sure everyone on the island was too. It made you feel weird, thinking that maybe you were the only one awake. Still, you decided to do something.

Soemthing reckless.

Slowly, very, very slowly, you got out of your bed and put on some shoes that you had in your closet. Then, you grabbed your favorite sweater, and gently opened the sliding door in your room, that led to a little porch. You tiptoed and went down the stairs, quickly running towards the enormous mansion. It was way closer than you had actually thought, and you saw a fence that probably led to the backyard. The fence was tall, no way you could’ve climbed that thing.

But that wasn’t going to stop you.

Somehow you managed to get on top of the fence. It was pretty tall, but you found that if you climbed a tree, and then jumped off from there to the fence, maybe it could work.

It- it didn’t.

Well it did, but you landed on your face and you tried your best to hold back a cry. Still, not wanting to give up, you slowly stood up and walked into the garden.

You were trembling, afraid of the dark, and you were about to reach for your flashlight when you realized...that you hadn’t brought your flashlight.

Welp, you’re dead now, I guess.

You mentally slapped yourself and gulped. There was no one around, and who knows when an opportunity like this might come again? But at the same time, it was way too dark, and you were going to be looking for ghosts. That was way too scary, especially without a flashlight. Then, an idea popped into your head. How about, you go running to your house, quickly grab the flashlight and then come back? You were pretty fast, and you were sure the ghosts couldn’t have noticed your presence yet.

You quickly turned around to go, open the fence door and race to your home, when you heard some footsteps behind you. And you froze.

“Who are you?” A voice said. It sounded like it belonged to a boy, but you didn’t want to find out if that was true or not, and you didn’t even turn around as you let out a small scream. You quickly ran towards the door, struggling a bit to open it.

Fuck it was stuck.

You pushed and pushed, the sound of footsteps coming closer towards you, and a different deeper voice coming from inside the house. Finally, the door bulged and opened, and you took your chance to run away. You didn’t stop until you were safe, under your covers and with all your plushies surrounding you.

That was scary as fuck.

You weren’t able to sleep that night.

When your mother woke you up at 6am, you stared up groggily at her, and she scolded you about staying up late, and that no matter how tired you were, she wanted to see all your work done when she came home.

You of course, decided to leave at lunch time to go and talk with Eun and Bada. You hadn’t seen them in a while and you were actually pretty hungry, the only thing that your mother had left you was another container filled with spaghetti and you were honestly tired of eating it for both lunch and dinner four days in a row.

So, you took your leave and followed the little path towards the village, this time stopping to admire the whole place. The village was up on some mountains, so you were able to see the sea from up above. You could see some men in boats, carrying heavy bags filled with fish, and women with scuba diving equipment coming out of the water. Then, when you looked up towards the other mountain, you saw what looked like a temple. It was red and huge, and you made a mental note to ask both Eun and Bada about it.

Finally, you made it to their house, and you were about to knock on the door, when Bada suddenly opened it.

She was going to say something when she looked down at you and you gave her a big smile.

“Well look who’s back! If it isn’t our little explorer. Found anything interesting these past few days?” She asked, as she motioned for you to come inside. You replied to Bada that, yes you had actually found some very interesting things, but before she could reply Eun came out from the shower, her hair dripping wet, and singing some really catchy song in another language. Then she stopped, looked at you and squealed, running over and giving you a tight hug.

“Hey Y/N! How’s your little ghost adventure going? Come come, we were about to have some lunch, you came at the perfect time! Oh sir here! And tell me everything about it, I don’t want you to skip over any detail.” She gently shoved you into a chair and then gave you a plate full of some Korean dish you didn’t really know the name of, but looked absolutely delicious.

As the two women sat down in front of you, you explained your adventure with the ghost yesterday.

“There was really someone there! He even talked to me!” You said.

Eun raised and eyebrow and gave you a quizzical smile. “Really? Do you have any proof?”

You quickly stopped and became quiet. Dammit!

“I...I don’t have any yet! But, there really was someone there! Seriously! I just...I forgot to bring my camera....” you confessed.

“Well there you go! You need evidence if you want to convince us you know?”

“You mean convince you. I believe in ghost and I think it’s probable that Y/N saw one.” Badda said, as she glared at Eun.

“Ah Bada seriously! Listen kiddo, I will admit that ghosts are real if I actually get to see one. If you manage to give me evidence I’ll believe you, but for now you don’t have any proof.”

“I will get some! You’ll see!” You confidently said.

The rest of the evening passed by quickly, as Bada explained about the temple up in the mountain. Appears you it was a temple that was able to grant each person one wish.

After wards you thanked them for the food and then you quickly looked at your watch and let out a little yelp. “Oops! I have to go now! Thank you for the food, it was great!”

“Wait Y/N, what about my book? Have you-”

“BYE BADA!” You quickly said and left the house in a hurry before Bada could finish her sentence.

You could hear her grumbling and Eun laughing from the other side of the door and you smiled.

You were going to get that evidence!

You quickly went home, and then started working on your homework.

......

That day, as you stared at your blank notebook while sitting on your desk, you went through the events that had happened last night.

There was certainly a ghost there, maybe even two, since you had heard two people talking. The ghost knew you were already there though, and that would make things hard. So you decided to make up a plan to show Eun and Bada that you were telling the truth. You quickly grabbed your pencil and took off a blank page from your notebook.

Ghost hunting plan:

You wrote, and then you bit the end of your pencil as you thought about what to do.

First of all, you had to bring a flashlight. That was one of the things that was the most important. You weren’t going to deal with two ghosts, in the dark.

Second, you had to bring your camera. That was on the top of the priority list too, since you did need it to take a picture of the ghost.

Still...you were pretty shaken up from yesterday and you didn’t want to be completely alone.

What if you brought one of your favorite toys? No that would make the whole process of climbing the fence harder....and if you were to bring something else, it definetly had to be that book about ghosts. Somewhere in there had to be some sort of ritual or spell or something, that would protect you from ghosts. So you decided to bring it!

And hell, to do it that same night!

Satisfied with your plan, and now a bit more confident with everything, you started doing the homework you mother had left you. Normally you would leave it and do it at the last moment, but today you were inspired and you had to have everything ready for the ghost hunting trip!

When your mother came home she immediatly went to bed, taking your work and locking her door. You then did your normal bedtime routine, washing the dishes, brushing your teeth and taking a warm shower. But then, instead of going to sleep, you sat on your bed with the book in your hands, and you counted down till your mother was asleep.

It was about 10pm, you could hear your mother snoring al the way from her room, and you slowly stood up and grabbed your sweater, some sneakers, the flashlight, the camera and the book. Of course you couldn’t hold everything at once, so the book was in a tiny backpack, and the camera was hanging from your neck. Alright! You were now ready!

Slowly, you opened the sliding doors, and tiptoed out of the porch. You turned on your flashlight and began walking towards the mansion, your camera ready. The lens cap protector thing, was off, and you had night vision on, so you were pretty good!

You finally made it towards the fence, and managed to climb it, this time without falling flat on your face. You gave a little victory dance as you looked around the garden.

It was...really beautiful.

The garden was filled with all kinds of flowers, purple, yellow, red, blue, and there were the bushes you had always heard about! One was in the shape of an elephant, the other one was in the shape of a horse and on and on. In the center of the garden, there was a huge fountain, that was turned off at the moment, which was a bit disappointing. There was also a stone path, that went all around the garden and then probably led somewhere inside the house.

You stood there for a bit, admiring the view. Yesterday was so dark, and you were so scared that you hadn’t been able to see anything. But tonight the moon was out, shining brightly and illuminating everything in front of you. It was beautiful.

Then, you heard some footsteps, and you quickly hid behind a bush. That’s right, you were here looking for a ghost, not to gape at that wonderful garden!

Dammit Y/N, pull yourself together! You thought, as you tried to figure out where the footsteps were coming from. You cowered a bit as they came closer and closer, almost in front of you. You slowly peeked from behind the bush, and saw a silhouette.

A boys silhouette to be more precise. He looked to be around your age, and he was wearing blue stripped pijamas, his hair all messy on top of his head. It was clear he had just woken up, and was looking for something...or for someone.

You.

Drat! You thought. The ghost of the little boy already knew you were going to come back again! Maybe you should have waited a few days before coming back, but you were just so impatient.

Anyway, you had to make up a plan. You had left the fence door open in case you needed to make an impromptu escape, and you gave yourself a pat in the back for thinking that far ahead. What you had to do now, was to take a picture of the ghost. Slowly, very,very slowly you raised your camera to get a picture of the ghost.

He had his back to you, the moonlight shining behind him, giving him a very paranormal aura. Still, for some reason the lense wouldn’t focus, so you decided to move forward a bit to get a better look. Sadly, you miscalculated and you accidentally stepped on a dry leaf, making the ghost turn around in your direction, his face filled with worry but at the same time, confidence.

Then you stopped.

Damn he was cute.

You hadn’t seen his face till now, and you were taken aback by it. He was definetly a very good looking boy, one the girls in your class might go all crazy about. Never in your life had you felt something like you were feeling now. Could it be....love at first sight?

No! He’s a ghost, I can’t fall in love with a ghost, how would that even work?! You scolded yourself. Still, you didn’t stop your staring at the boy. Thankfully he hadn’t seemed to notice you were there, and before you could even think about it, you pressed the camera button and a loud CLICK was heard through the bushes.

And then a bright light came on.

You forgot to turn off the flash.

The boy let out a surprised gasp, and called out, but before he could once again catch you, you quickly got up and ran away from the place. You heard the footsteps following behind you, but you were faster and a few minutes later you didn’t hear anything else, and you slowed your pace.

That was close.

You triumphantly smiled as you looked through the pictures on your camera. Granted they weren’t super high quality, but you could make out the boys silhouette.

Hehe, now to become a millionaire! You celebrated. You sneaked back into your room and placed your camera and flashlight on your desk. Then you were going to grab your paranormal book from your backpack when...you didn’t find anything.

What?

You turned your backpack upside down and staked it as hard as possible, but still nothing would come out.

Bada’s book.

Oh no.

Oh no.

If Bada found out you lost her book, you wouldn’t be able to have lunch at her home ever again! And you would loose the only...friends (?) you had in this island. You couldn’t allow that! You always had to return what you borrowed, that was one thing your mother would always say, and this time she was right! After all, Bada lent you soemthing really important to her, and you couldn’t bear to think about coming back to her home empty handed.

Still...you weren’t going to go back into the house. It was way to dark now, you were sleepy and you were sure the ghost was porbably waiting in the garden, somewhere.

What to do, what to do? You asked yourself as you put on your pijamas and laid in bed.

It must have fallen off somewhere along the way, you thought, so maybe you wouldn’t have to go into the garden after all.

Then you got it!

What if, tomorrow morning you went into the garden? There weren’t going to be any ghosts since it was daytime, you reasoned, and it would be way easier to find the book. After all, there would be no one around the mansion to scold you, or to tell you to leave! It was the perfect plan!

You tucked yourself into bed and looked up confidently at the ceiling. You were going to get that book!

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Fic Writer Interview

Thanks to @moonynpadfootforever for tagging me! Here we go!

Name: flaggermousse (real name: Line)

Fandoms: Harry Potter

Where you post: Archive of Our Own

Most popular one-shot: A New Home got the most views and kudos.

Most popular multi-chapter: The Trial is the only multi-chapter I got so far. It’s just one long trial scene and I just ended up splitting it in chapter because it got so long.

Favorite story I’ve written so far: Probably The Trial. I put so much work into it, and it was very satisfying to get it out there.

Fic you were nervous to post: Assault, because of the subject and warnings. I actually put it out anonymously at first, before I acknowledged it as one of my fics.

How do you choose your titles: with great difficulty. A lot of my fics end up being one word describing what it is about. The two outliers We need to talk about the snakes and No Wedding, but a Funeral are basically just variants of movie-titles.

Do you outline: Oh yes I do. It’s usually soemthing like ‘character A does this, character B reacts like this [add description of the location] then X suddenly happens, character A’s feelings on the subject, [check full moons for the year], next scene-’ Sometimes it can get very detailed. 

Complete: All my fics are complete, the series Picking up the Pieces is an ongoing AU, but there’s no cliffhangers, and I just add more scenes as I go along.

In progress: 3 WIPs at the moment, two set during the First Wizarding War, and one focusing on Crookshanks. I also have a word-document with ideas that may or may not become something.

Coming soon: One of those WIPs hopefully? I’m beginning my 3-month internship at a library today, and there’s school work on top of it, so I’ll have less time to write.

Prompts: I don’t do prompts. I write like a slug, and don’t want to let people down.

I’m tagging @burnsopale, @kattlupin, @engie-ivy and anyone else that wants to try this.

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[Diabolik Lovers: Dark Fate] Kou Mukami Maniac 08 Translation

Please no reposting onto other sites, just link back to this post-and ask me before translating this into other languages!

Scene: Bedroom

Yui: Ah.. the water's warm temperature was just right.

Yui: (I wonder when the last time I took a bath like this was.)

Yui: (I finally get a moment of peace...all thanks to Mertz.)

Kou: Tch, I wanted to take a bath with you.

Yui: W-With me... 

Kou: It's alright, you know. There's nothing left that you could hide from me. 

Yui: (Why does he make everything sound so embarassing...Or is that just my mind.)

Kou: Ah, I've had enough.

Kou gets closer

Yui: Kya....!

Yui: K-Kou, you're heavy.

Kou:..You smell so nice. Your hair and body are so soft and smooth.

Yui: Kou... It's ticklish whenever you whisper into my ear.

Kou: It's okay for just a little bit.

Selection

♥It is, but...

Yui: It's fine, but...

Kou: But...what?

Yui: If Mertz comes in, he'll think something else...So, we should be more modest.

Kou: What if I show you off to him instead?

Yui: N-No don't.

Kou: Hahah, kidding. I just wanted to see your expression after saying that.

Kou: You know I'm the only one you can show off to.

💔We shouldn't 

Yui: We shouldn't do this. Doing this in someone else's house...

Kou: But it's been such a long time since we've been able to have some peace.

Yui: Yeah, but...

Kou: Why not?

Yui: (I don't think he'll do anything too crazy, but...)

Kou: Anyways, this castle...even though its in the human world, it's giving me a creepy feeling. 

Kou: I wonder if that guy was actually serious when he said there was a special curse around here.

Yui: Yeah...He said that the founders wouldn't be able to find us here. That's a great relief.

Kou: I still dont trust that person.

Yui: Kou...

Kou: Besides, they're strong. I'm not saying that just because I lost. They're called the founders for a reason.

Kou: Nothing has happened yet....But, I'm sure they're gonna make their next move soon.

Yui: Yeah...

Kou:...But I dont want to think about all of that right now. I just want to embrace your body.

Kou kisses her

Yui:n...

Kou: Nice voice...n...

Yui:....

Yui: (Kou...is kissing me so sweetly.)

Yui: (It's like whenever he usually sucks my blood...he's holding me softly.)

Yui: (...I feel warm. It feels so nice...)

Kou:...Hahah, your skin is all pink.

Yui: It's because I just got out of the bathtub...

Kou: Ah? Is it really just because of that?

Yui:...Kou, wait..!

Kou: You don't want to touch me?

Yui: It's not that, but...

Kou: But, what?

Yui: It's embarassing...

Kou: Hm, but I don't mind. 

Yui: Eh...! K-Kou...

Kou: Show me more of your blushing face.

Yui:....!

Kou:..Hey, just a little longer...is fine right?

Kou: You can endure it. Just a little bit...

Yui: (Ah...his fangs are at my neck.)

Kou bites 

Kou:...Mm..

Yui: Ah...

Kou:...Ah, I need more... Damn, what is this...

Yui: (I'm getting dizzy...)

Yui: (I can't think clearly...How much further...)

Kou: I can't stop...just yet.

Yui: Ah...! 

Kou:..You're so pretty, Yui.

Yui:....

Kou: Does it feel nice?

Yui:...Yeah.

Kou: I...feel really good too.

Kou: Ah, I can't go further, I feel like I could die.

Yui: Kou...

Kou:...Ah what'll I do...

Yui: Hahah...

Kou: Who are you laughing at.

Yui: You look cute when you're troubled over soemthing.

Kou: And who's fault is that.

Yui: Ah! Don't pinch my nose.

Kou: Now who's the cute one.

Yui: (Kou's arm is around me...I feel so warm.)

Kou: Ah I feel like I don't need anything more than this. My strength is already giving out.

Kou: Just staying like this, not doing anything else...It's a first. 

Kou: I feel complete, I could get used to this...

Yui: Kou...

Kou: I went through life feeling like a part of me was missing,

Yui: (Kou lived on his own for a really long time...)

Kou: I dont want to change any of this, I just want to be together with you...

Yui:...And we will be.

Yui: (I don't know what the founders will do to us, but...I'll never leave him alone. Never.)

Yui: Kou, here.

Kou:...The rosary?

Yui: I'm giving it to you.

Kou: Isn't that really important to you?

Yui: Yeah, and that's why I want you to keep it. There's nothing wrong with that, is there?

Kou:....

Kou: Then, I'll give you this instead.

Yui: Your ring...

Kou: Keep it on all the time. To show everyone that you're mine.

Kou: Here, give me your hand. I'll put it on for you.

Yui:...Okay, thank you.

Yui: (It's a little to big for me, but it looks like an engagement ring...I'm so happy.)

Kou: You too, put the rosary on me.

Yui: Okay...

Kou:...Hahah. I guess it's pretty weird for a vampire to be carrying around a rosary.

Yui: It suits you really well though.

Kou: It does? Really?

Yui: Yeah. Very much.

Kou: I see...thanks. 

Mertz comes in

Mertz: Excuse me.

Yui: Mertz...!

Kou:...Shouldn't you knock?

Mertz: Something urgent came up. The demon lord's castle has been attacked.

Kou: The demon lord's castle...!?

Yui: It's not...the founders right?

Kou:..It's possible. We can never tell with the lunar eclipse.

Yui: Then where the others are staying at is dangerous too...

Kou:....

Ending Monologue Selection

With our whispers of love, childish promises, and child-like gestures we comforted each other. 

However---The joy always escapes us at some point. 

The clock we're unable to see brings us back to reality.

...But, all of this is okay. As I breathe slowly, I touch the ring that Kou gave me. 

With the courage from the promise we made and the proof of our love---I'm sure that everything will be okay.

Correct Options: #2 指輪/Ring & #3 約束/Promise

Maniac 7 ♥ Maniac 9

[tylerwritez]

Hey guys its uhhh Saturday July 3rd 2021 9:53 a.m.

I literally got 1-2 hours of sleep •_• because I was up into the earliest hours of the morning talking to Jay and Ariel.

... Its homophobic that Jay was away /j :P and not in my room that night because... how do I say this without saying too much... he turns me on, simple. He's in LEDUC. DUDE. COME BACK I WANT TO FUCK YOU /HJ

I told him this before you guys, but my brain does this thing where it randomly sends me back to some memory and I have to live through the feelings yknow? And I twitch a bit. Well my brain has been sending me back to almost entirely memories of him now. And it's. Not even funny. My crush on him grows...

Oh well, I'm patient.

The forums last night were as usual, unhelpful. My dad looks at me as if I'm a tragedy, as if my skin is a crime scene, and we have a total of *drumroll* TWO COMMENTS! One of them was okay in helpfulness. They mostly just wanted to write about their tattoo cover up of their scars but. They were right about how you are the only person who gets to decide what you think about your scars.

If he thinks of me like that... doesnt mean I HAVE to think of my own self that same way.

So true.

Next person said maybe he doesnt think I'm damaged, maybe hes just gawking at the damage done to me?? And how he couldnt stop it?

And like isnt that the same thing honestly.

Oh hey, yeah I gotta tell you about TODAY. not yesterday or last night.

Well uhm I just woke up on my BEDFRAMELESS BED Cos they packed it and left me with the MATRESS xD (I wonder if this is their way of cockblocking me /j)

I got ready and uh I was told like, GET THE FUCK UP DUDE WE R GOING TO THE LAKE RIGHT FUCKING NOWWW

So I'm rushing 2 get ready... well not really rushing. I don't rush. I was getting ready. I go to brush my hair and theres NO BRUSH. ITS BEEN PACKED???? WHAT???

I did my best with what I had on hand and then we left

I'm in the car with my friend and annoying ass sister right now and I got music on

We got Tim Hortons (muffin + ice capp) for breakfast (already over my cal limit... •_• as if that's getting followed nowadays)

lol I dont usually eat breakfast tho so I'll try to skip lunch or have a light lunch, so it doesn't mess me up.

Right now as we are driving to the lake... it's mostly canola fields. Theres lots of canola grown where I'm from lol, just drive a little bit out and you'll see the fields and fields of bright yellow like millions of little highlighters sticking up from the grass. I cant make them out individually though... still waiting on those contact lenses.

Again, I'm patient.

I don't think we're super far out... I mean theres still lots of cars, signs, farms, roadside ads, trees, uh, shrubs, and if we WERE further out the land would be more bare... #grassland #praries #Alberta

Also the sun just makes everyhting look more alive.

Oh NOO IM DESCRIBING THE SCENERY... boring!

Idk. There isn't much to discuss, I'm just listening to music because I'm content with just that. If I come up with anything funny/Insightful(?) I'm gonna make a twitter draft.

10:17 a.m, signing off temporarily,

Judas/Jude Shepard.

4:25 p.m.

We got to the lake, talked, got ice cream, talked, went in the #water... lake stuff.

My friend was gushing over this guy and like...  DILF. IF YOU SAW HIM... xD of course I'm just looking though. He just had big pecs which is attractive to me, and the overall build with these broad shoulders XD.

Tbh? I know me and Jay are TECHNICALLY not dating, but I feel like I'm dedicated to him. That's probably because of my crush on him but oh well.

I just keep thinking horny thoughts it's a plague within my brainnnnn and I know its his fault

I did end up asking him but by then he had already logged off so.... he'll respond soon and I gotta be ready. It appears that my mom is signing up for a Christian dating app... we'll see how that goes.

As for Jay's responding, I'll just tell him nevermind.

Anwyays we are headed back, possibly to the bookstore, possibly home.

I KNOW I talk a lot about the same things but that's because I'm infatuated with them.

I'm infatuated with... him.

I think of him in my mind and bam instant horny

I'll try to think of soemthing else,,, this is. Uh. Inconvenient right now.

I'll keep updating you though lol.

Hope I'm not annoying talking about Jay all the time.

I AM doing other stuff, I have a life. I just... I guess I unintentionally highlight certain parts a lot.

11:55 p.m.

IM EXHAUSTED GODDAMNIT MY DAD WAS MAD AT me...

... I wanted to ask to go to my friends house tommorowbut my dad is pissed at me for... closing my door??? dude omg hes like “what were you doing for two hours with the door closed” uhm reading? on my phone? jacking off? im a normal person lol. i said reading and on my phone which IS true and he said”sure...” all  sarcastic WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO SAY?? YEAH I JACKED OFF???? stfu

hes not even mad at me hes mad cos my mom is goign on a date lolDONT TAKE IT OUT ON ME STFU

I'm dead.

So I didnt ask cos I was scared shitless lmaooo but I have an appointment anwyays so it works out.

I just read a bunch of this comic called outcast. That's it really. Now I'm gonna sleep after I post to twitter a bit...

ALSO I asked Jay finally about uh. Yeah. Scarring. and he said beauty is in the eye of the beholder. He said I was hot but then he said that on the other hand it feels weird when he runs his hands over them, but in general, he loves me.

So he said "I don't care if you have scars or not, you're still you"

I love him honestly hes so supportive.

I admit I'm a bit sad thinking they feel weird but honestly? Yeah. They do. I felt up my leg where the scars are to check and it feels like hard ribs/ridges to the touch of a hand but he still thinks I'm pretty so I'm not gonna let the scars get me down. Cos I'm still me. It's just scars. Doesn't affect anything.

:,)

Also erin found a hagstone!!!

Gn,

Jude Shepard

[persephonia1]

I’m sorry I didn’t post the last few days/weeks >.<’ My sister had a really bad episod earlier and while she is better now, it totally drained me to take care of her...

I started working on the Villain Bakugo and Quirkless Deku multi, and have been really frustrated with how it turns out. The chapter are way too long and at the same time I’m afraid people will find it boring... plus, while I try to not romanticise the f*cked-up relationship between the characters, I’m afraid some people might think it’s not adressing the issue. It deals with a very bif case of Stockholm syndrom, and as such, the character is not aware that his feelings are twisted and unhealthy, and while I try to show in other ways that it is not soemthing people should find cute or romantic, I’m not sure it’s enough. I think I’m going to put this project aside for a moment and focus on other to clear my mind and come back to hopefully make it better.

I got another idea for a funny Hawks OS, although I’m not sure yet on whom to pair him with for it. I don’t especially ship him more with Dabi than Endeavor, so I’ll have to try and see whom would make more sense in the context of the fic. Basically, it’ll be Hawks courting the other which totally fail to notice x)

Last but not least, the Hawks centric series. I haven’t write anything for it in a while and it actually makes me a bit sad. I really want to start psoting soon as the canon have already adresses its version of some events and so, my take on it can look a bit OOC, which I prefer to avoid... but I can’t get motivate myself to get to it, I jsut stare blankly at the doc. It’s that annoying moment when you write a long fic and start wondering why the heck you’re doing it because you’re sure it sucks and no one will like it ^^'

On a more positive note, my great beta Peachy is almost done with he BakuDeku OS I promised a few weeks prior. They did such an amazing job ! I’ll post you guys a sneek-peak soon enough :D

Sorry for the long rambling ^^' stay safe and take care of you all !

[amazingphanisnotonfire-imagines]

Jordan Connor//Lucky

Request: Reader has hiadradenitis supperativa. I have a distinct idea for an anxiety one with Jordan like you feeling not good enough while on set like dating for a few months and you not letting him see you unclothed cause of it or only with the lights off your shirt came off and you stopped him putting your shirt back on maybe your on set and you see Vanessa or soemthing in a bikini for a scene and get really weird about it and just go to his trailer or something or somehow he sees you in just a bra or soemthing

“Jordan.” You mumbled against his lips. 

“Hm.” He replied. 

“You’re gonna be called to set any minute.” You continued. 

“Well.” He pulled away from you properly. “We’re just gonna have to be quick.” He smirked and grabbed your hips. 

“Jordan!” You squealed and he giggled softly before kissing you again. He deepened the kiss and squeezed your hips harder making you wince slightly. 

“Sorry baby.” He pulled away from you quickly. 

“Its fine.” You reassured him and wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him close to you again. 

“Do you wanna?” He asked with a wink and you rolled your eyes. 

“As long as its quick, and I don’t have to take my shirt off.” 

“Anything to make you comfortable baby.” He said sweetly while kissing up and down your neck. 

“How’d I get so lucky?” You wondered while you helped him take his shirt off. 

“I think I’m the lucky one.” He replied. 

“Jordan!” A knock on the door interrupted and you both sighed. 

“Maybe not that lucky.” He mumbled and you laughed . 

“Here.” You threw his shirt to him. 

“Thanks.” He said and quickly put it on before opening the door. 

“You’re needed on set.” One of the crew members were stood outside the door.

“Okay, thanks.” He smiled at them. 

“Hey Y/n.” They greeted you and you waved awkwardly. You were a fairly new couple, only dating for a few months, and you’d only been on set a couple of times, so you weren’t entirely sure how to act with the crew and other cast members. But they all seemed nice so that was good enough for you. They didn’t however know about your hiadradenitis supperativa. You’d only just told Jordan a couple of weeks ago, so you were trying to keep it from his co-workers for as long as possible. You didn’t need them judging you and the way you looked. 

“Lets go, before somebody gets mad.” He grumbled and you laughed at his pouting. 

“Awww, poor baby.” You teased and grabbed your jacket. 

“You’re gonna be too hot in that babe.” 

“I got a couple of new lumps on my neck and armpits.” You replied and he looked at you sympathetically. 

“Ah.” He replied. “Sorry.” 

“Its fine.” You shrugged. “You didn’t know.” 

“When we get home, I’ll help you put the gauze and stuff on them.”

“You don’t have to.” You shook your head. “Its gross.” 

“Its not gross. It’s part of you and you’re perfect so...there.” He argued and you rolled your eyes. 

“Come on.” You grabbed his hand and the two of you started to walk towards set. 

 Did you take your medication today?” 

“Yeah.” You replied and he nodded. “I almost forgot but then I saw the little note that you left with the smiley face and I remembered.” 

“And you told me it was stupid to leave notes.” 

“No, I told you it was stupid to leave notes on the TV telling me not to watch something because you wanted to watch it too.” 

“Thats not stupid. I was telling you that I wanted to watch something with you.” He argued. 

“Thats’s not the stupid bit. But when you leave the note on an A3 piece of paper, which by the way, where did you find, right in the middle of the TV, thats’s when it’s stupid.” You replied annoyed. 

“I ran out of little post-it notes.” He said in a defensive tone. 

“You could have just ripped a corner of that massive bit of paper.” 

“I was in a rush.” He replied. 

“You’re ridiculous.” 

“But you love me though.” He whispered in your ear and you tried (and failed) to keep the smile off your face. 

“Wellllll.” 

“You so love me.” He teased happily. “You can’t get enough of me. You want to marry me and have my babies.” 

“Oh yeah, and make our children suffer with the same thing that I have.” You replied sarcastically and his face fell. 

“That is highly unlikely. But even if they did have it, I wouldn’t love you or them any less. We’d just teach them how to manage it, like you taught yourself and then me. And we’d make them feel as important and perfect as they would be. Just like I do with you.” He kissed your forehead softly and you smiled. 

“Thank you.” 

“For what?” 

“For putting up with me.” You replied sadly, and looked at the ground.

“I don’t put up with you baby.” He hooked his finger under your chin and lifted it so you could look at him. “I love you. And I want to be with you, not matter what.” 

“You love me?” 

“Of course.” He replied and kissed you.

“I love you too.” You replied.

“Well thats good then isn’t it.” He said. “Now, I’m gonna go act and be incredibly sexy, so sexy in fact that as soon as I stop, you’re gonna want to sleep with me then and there.” 

“Oh, I can’t wait.” You teased. “I can barely contain myself.” 

“Damn right you can’t.” He winked and the two of you laughed before he walked in front of the camera. 

“Y/n!” Drew greeted you happily. “Has he forced you to come along again?” He asked and you laughed. 

“No, I’m here by choice.” You replied. “Suprisinly.” 

“I know why you’re here really.” 

“Why?” You asked, waiting for his ridiculous response. 

“Because you’re secretly in love with me and being here is the only way you can be close to me.” He joked and you nodded. 

“Oh, of course. Is it really that obvious?” You continued the joke. “I don’t want Jordan to find out.” 

“Its okay baby. He won’t. We just have to be careful.” He winked and you laughed. 

“Drew! Stop flirting with my girl and get your ass over here.” Jordan shouted and the two of you laughed loudly. 

“Are you trying to steal his girlfriend?” Vanessa asked as she walked passed. 

“V, I’m not stealing anyone, she’s choosing me over that giant.” He replied and Jordan looked at you sadly. 

“Awww, baby. I love how tall you are. Its cute.” You reassured Jordan and he started to blush. 

“Awwwwww.” Vanessa and Drew teased. “He’s blushing.” 

“Shut up guys. You have a job to do.” 

“Whatever.” They replied and made their way towards him. Vanessa took off the dressing gown she was wearing, revealing the bikini underneath, and you couldn’t stop the sharp pain that shot through your chest. It was only now that you noticed the majority of the girls, main cast and extra’s where wearing bikini’s or swimsuits. And that made you feel really small. All these beautiful girls had bikini’s on that you’d never be able to wear in a million years. They looked happy and confident within themselves, and everything you weren’t. 

You couldn’t stay here, not with all these woman around. If you stayed you would cry and you didn’t want that. You didn’t want everybody to see you break down because of something wrong with you. You took a quick glance at Jordan to see he was distracted by something Drew was telling him and decided now was your time to escape back to his trailer. 

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You’d managed to escape back to the trailers unnoticed and as soon as you walked in you broke down. Why did you have to have this? Why you? Why couldn’t it have been somebody else. Somebody else could deal with this and you could feel pretty and confident for the first time in god knows how long. Even if you just swapped with someone else for a day. You just wanted to feel confident for a day. Thats’s all. Was that too much to ask?

“Y/n?” Jordan’s voice was full of concern as he entered the trailer. How long had you been in here for? You wondered. “Are you okay?” He asked and you looked at him. “Baby.” His voice was full of sadness once he noticed your tear stained face and he quickly sat beside you, pulling you softly into his side. “What’s wrong? You disappeared when we were filming. Is my acting really that bad?” He asked, trying to lighten the mood. 

“No.” You shook your head. “You were great. You always are.” 

“So what happened then? You were happy before I left, I told you I loved you and everything.” 

“I know. I’m sorry. I ruined your day.” 

“Baby you didn’t ruin anything. Just tell me what’s wrong.” 

“It was all the girls in their bikini’s.” You sighed. 

“Okay?” 

“Well they all looked so pretty and confident in the swimsuits. Something I’m never gonna feel. They literally have everything on display that I can’t. And its just unfair.” 

“I know baby.” He squeezed you gently, making sure not to hurt you. “But I think you’d look hot as fuck in a bikini, or anything. And one day I’m gonna make you feel so pretty that you won’t be afraid to show your body off, even if it’s just around me. It may not be fair, but I think its meant to be. Because I love you even more with it.” 

“Why?” You scoffed.

“Because you handle it with such grace. And you manage it amazingly, even when it is a pain. It shows that you’re badass and brave and just the most amazing person I have ever met.” 

“Jorda-” 

“Shhhhh.” He interrupted you. “And its okay to be upset about it but there’s always a way to fix it, even if its just a little bit. So when we go home, I’m gonna google websites that make swimwear specifically for people with it, and if not, I’ll learn how to sew and I’ll make you your own.” 

“You’re gonna make me a swimsuit that I’m comfortable in?” 

“Yeah. There may be no cure for it, but I’ll do anything to make you comfortable and feel pretty. And yes that includes sewing.” 

“Babe you’re...” 

“Amazing, handsome, sexy, funny, the best boyfriend in the world, yes I already know.”

“All of those yes.” You replied. “But you’re just my favourite person in the entire world, and you make me so incredibly happy, even when I do feel awful about myself.” 

“Well, I’ll continue to do that for as long as you let me.” He replied and pressed a soft kiss to your lips. 

“I can’t wait.” You smiled brightly and kissed him again. 

“Now, I have like 30 minutes before I’m back on set so do you wanna continue where we left off?” 

“I though’t you’d never ask.” You said dramatically before pulling him towards you and kissing him roughly. 

[maladaptedmeowmeow]

Finished compiling this! I really struggled to get soemthing out of the original thumbnail doodle initially but im really happy with how the hyena on the left is turning out. I was just overthinking it way too much because as soon as I got the lines down and a good stylisation of the hyena the colors suddenly worked a lot better and it made a whole lot more sense. The bottom left headshot is the closest to the finished idea I have in my mind but I doubt I’ll change them much, I think I’ll keep them relatively simple and as is. Hyenas are just one of those animals I want to make a million things out because i FAKCING love how they look and almost every reference image of a hyena gives me an idea. anyways im glad im getting back on track to posting a bunch of designs today !

[schoolinhell-lucifer-library]

School in hell Chapter 2

See through the eyes of despair

The strange ones looked at Takut with more fear in their eyes with every step he took towards them. Then when he was right in front of them, he kneeled and started drawing a circle on the ground. When he was done with the circle he continued drawing strange shapes and letters into the circle. Then Keys plucked up his courage and asked him “What are you doing?” Takut looked at them and then said, “A transportation circle that will bring us to hell”. The strange ones looked at him with questioning and fearful eyes. Then Peter asked, “Bring us to hell” “Indeed the place where demons like us must go”. Lucy looked at him afraid “Demons”. Takut nodded “Yes demons”. Keys looked like his head would explode “Look I know were not normal but were no demons” “Let’s see about that”. Takut looked at the circle and scratched his head “It should activate now”. Then he hit himself in the face “Yes of course not enough energy. Dead wood just doesn’t have any energy”. Then suddenly the door of the classroom opened. A man stepped inside. He looked like he was about 20 years old. He had blond hair, wore a coat and had a cross hanging around his neck. Then he looked at them and said “It seems like the information was correct four demons. I will bestow god’s mercy upon you demons and purge you from this world”. As he said that he opened his coat and revealed knives stakes and other weapons. Takut looked at him then he turned around to Keys and said “Find a way to supply energy to this circle. I’ll deal with him.”. Then he walked towards the man. The man looked at him and said “Oh you demon believe you can stop me. I am one of god’s chosen one”. Then he drew a sword out of his sheet and took a swing at Takut. Takut simply dodged it with such ease and then he looked into his eyes. Suddenly the man started screaming. Ralph always believed that his belief would make him able to overcome anything, but what he saw now was worse than everything he could ever imagine. Before his eyes he saw the whole city burning. He saw so many members of the church dead, massacred. Then he saw him again, he looked the same, but he was much more terrifying. Then he talked to him “You wanna know what true despair looks like? Then see the world through my eyes”. Then he simply took out his eye. The hole that was left didn’t bleed it was just empty. Then the hand with the eye moved toward his head. He wanted to do something, but he couldn’t move he was too afraid. Then the eye touched his eye he screamed, and everything went black. Takut looked at the unconscious man. Then he looked at the other three “Is that circle still not working? Fine then I do it myself.”. He punched through a window and took out a shard of glass. Then he cut himself and let a few drops of blood spill onto the chalk circle. The circle first started glowing red and then suddenly turned into a whirl. Takut nodded “Just like I thought demon blood has enough power to get it working. Chalk is useful because it’s flexible, but it’s just hasn’t as much power as back in hell”. Then he looked at them and said “Everyone in if we wait much longer the friends of this man are gonna show up and they won’t be such losers like him”. Peter regained his calm mind as the first one “You’re telling us to go inside that, a gate that will bring us to hell?” “Yes” “Why” “Because that’s the only safe place for demons like us while were still young” “You’re telling us that we’re demons” “Yes I don’t have that much time to explain because more people are soon gonna show up”. Lucy then stepped up and said “We should go with him” Keys looked at her as if he didn’t believe what he just heard “He’s telling us that we’re demons and we don’t even know if he’s not gonna do anything to us” “He just saved our life. You heard that man, he wanted to kill us. And I think our chances are better if we go with him. Besides haven’t you all felt that something is strange with you?” Peter looked to her and then said, “I agree” Keys looked at them both and then said, “Guess I don’t have any choice”. Takut looked at them and grinned “Good then please all step into the whirl”. Lucy said “I’ll go first”. Then she stepped into the whirl she saw a red light and felt hot and then she felt as if she would go down a pipe.

Normally I don’t post two chapters in a day but today I’m feeling generous so here’s the second chapter. I hope yu enjoy it, please tell me if you think I should’ve don soemthing wrong and feel free to ask ay questions about this story. After all this blog is all about this story

[prettyoddfever]

a fan interview with Zack Hall from the start of 2007:

ok I debated whether or not to post this because... well, it’s Zack. But he does give some good insight to the band so I’ll leave it here under a cut and people can keep scrolling if they don’t want to read it! :)

1. You tour with various bands, what are they typically like offset? 

Kinda a weird question cause bands like panic who put on such a huge show for you to watch were theres always soemthing going on, of course there not going to be clowns off stage.Each person has there own way that they act and even act with me.I have a I guess I would have to say they are just like everyone else, normal people.

2. Being the bodyguard for one of the hottest bands out right now means you’ve probably witnessed countless wild things. What is the wildest thing you have seen fangirls do to get a piece of Panic? 

Well your right, i've seen girls and guys do weird things all the way from make there own tour passes and try to get back stage, to have there friends try to throw them on stage... but the worst and scariest was when some girls decided they were gonna crawl on top of the bus and come down in it... I mean they could've really gotten hurt. It was some pretty amazing climbing but still really dumb to do cause as they were climbing the guys were out signing for the crowd.

3. As a whole, what would you say that you like most about p!atd? 

Well lets see when I first started I wasnt to sure how I would get along with them, cause of the age difference, but being on the road with them for one week, staying in their bus with them, and really being around them 24 hours a day, I soon found out that they are really mature and i have way more than I thought in common with them.As far as each person goes, I have different things that I like about each one, different things that I share in private with each one that I would never go into... but as a whole, for the band I like that they are not stuck up and that there really down to earth. 

4. Now, specifically speaking what is it that you like about each member? 

Haha guess I shouldve read all these things before I answered one at a time ...well like I said, I will not go personal but i'll give this a shot .. JON has an amazing wit about him and loves poker as much or even more than me, so we have that . SPENCER is mature beyond his years, i've never met someone so young that is as sure of themself and as smart as Spencer. BRENDON is a funny class clown. Theres always the class clown that sucked and nobody liked, well this is the other cool one... he can do anything he tries, and just really handles the fame thrown at this band well.People forget or sometimes just dont get, how hard it is being a big band.You no longer have any alone time, and he deals well with being the frontman of this group, I respect that about him. and last but ..... well last hahaha .. RYAN i cant think of one good thing to say about him... nah kidding I like him cause we share the most inside jokes. I stand on his side of the stage so we're always talking and looking at stuff and having a good times joking around even though hes infront of a ton of kids watching his every move...I have alot more things that I love about each one of these guys but it's stuff that's very private and for the sake of the friendship i've made with these guys and there private lives it will never be told to anyone... 

(side note from me: I really don’t think that was a negative comment towards Ryan btw. Those two were close, so it was probably an affectionate dig. Even in 2009 it seemed like Ryan was the one who tweeted Zack & joked around with him the most... and that continued for a bit after the split too).

5. Out of the guys, who would you say you are closest to and why? 

Thats a tough call.wow.Off the top of my head I would say Brendon or Ryan cause they get spotted more than anyone and I have to be with them more... but as far as close to, like a friend all five of us have been through all the same stuff together and shared everything as a team. I couldnt say one more than the other.We all have our days of being awsome together or joking more or them yelling at me and all of them beating me up or just whatever but yeah everyday it changes who im closest to. 

6. Would you say, being panics bodyguard, that the fame of yourself has risen as well as the boys? 

yeah for sure... when I started doing this no one had a clue who I was, now I get my name screamed at shows just like the guys... the other day i was walking with Andy from Fall out boy, and some kid kept screaming my name... I just turned around and was like "do you know where you are and who this is" and "are you retarded".She got bummed but really come on... and its fun sometimes but when im working,I.e, walking with anybody im working for, dont talk to me... my job is there saftey and I take it way to serious sometimes .. people scream my name cause they think they have a better chance of me looking... wrong...the band will look before I do. 

7. Would you say that you are a fan of their music, and if so what is your favorite track off their album? 

I am their number one fan... those guys cant do wrong in my eyes.This record is one of my most played and the new one with Jon on it ... well lets just say wow!.And my favorite off this record was for sure Build god... one, the song is amazing and it does something ive never heard another band do... and They show where their going with there music,not where they've been ..

8. Do you have anything you would like to say on behalf of the band? 

Haha well a few things.Well you guys are great,and 07 is going to bring around something of greatness you wont soon forget... and get ready for "porno mime" .. hes gonna rule you