#I'm ugly crying at my computer

[chaosisdying]

compilation of all the dumbest expressions I drew Soren with LMAO

some of these are OLD

[sugume]

SNAPING AT THEIR KIDS — Jujutsu Kaisen

( CW ) f!reader, children, tantrums, lots of tears  

FEATURING: Nanami Kento, Gojo Satoru, Geto Suguru, Choso Kamo 

Authors note: the way Choso’s son refuses to eat dinner when you all sit down, he just huffs and puffs and you eventually have to give in and buy him Taco Bell, so he doesn’t go to sleep on an empty stomach. And Gojo’s son knew what he was doing when he hit him hehe. 

☾GOJO SATORU 

“Daddy, I wanna go to the park.” His twins yell for what feels like the thousandth time today. Satoru whines, throwing his arm over his eyes when one of the twins points flashlights in his face. “I said no, Daddy doesn’t feel well today—we can play in your room, how about we build a fort?” Satoru answers again—just like he did the last time and the time before and the time before that. “No Daddy! Wanna go to ‘park!” His girl screams before his son hits him square in the dick with the flashlight. He jumps up, howling in pain. “I said not today!” He snaps and instantly regrets it when he hears the venom in his voice. How holds his throbbing dick before looking up and his babies. They both stare at him with frowns. His little girl looks about ready to start sobbing and his son looks like he wants to hit him with the flashlight again. “Shit, I’m sorry I didn’t mean to yell,” He apologizes, flinching back when little tears slip out their eyes. “I’m sorry, I'm sorry, don’t cry. How ‘bout we go to the park okay? Daddy didn’t mean to yell, oh don’t cry, baby.” He whispers, reaching out with big hands to grab them and pull them into his lap. “Park?” “Yep, park.” They look at each other before breaking out in a scream. 

☾GETO SUGURU 

“Daddy?” His daughter pulls the end of his long hair. “I'm busy, baby.” He answers as he scrolls through his emails on his work computer. “Wanna see.” She whines, trying to climb onto her father’s lap. She just slides off, unable to pull her body weight up with small arms. “In a little bit, go play with Mommy baby,” he says, trying to convince his daughter who just huffs and holds her arms up to him. “I wanna work too!” She whines and Suguru grumbles before lifting her onto his lap. He sets her in the nook of her arm. She snuggles into Suguru's content for a few minutes. “My turn Daddy.” She stands up on his lap and reaches over to touch the computer. She fails, instead pushing the cup of water he had been slipping on. The cup tilts over and pours all over Suguru’s computer. “Dammit D/n!” He growls out and though he doesn't yell his deep voice is enough to cause his daughter to jump in fear. “Sorry, ’m sorry.” She cries, trying to crawl out of her father's lap. “Shit--It’s alright baby. Hey, it’s okay sweet girl.” “I didn’t mean to.” “I know. Let’s clean up our mess, okay?” He kisses his daughter's forehead and carries her to grab a towel. 

☾CHOSO KAMO 

“I don’t want your ugly food.” His son screams at him. “Well, you aren’t getting Fast food.” He mutters. “I want Taco Bell!” He screams, but Choso just ignores him and continues to stir the food. “I said I want Taco Bell!” He throws himself on the floor, kicking and rolling around Choso’s legs. Choso tries to ignore the temper tantrum his son is throwing but after several minutes it starts to get unbearable. Anything he says just goes in one ear and out the other. “No Fast food!” He eventually snaps. S/n immediately stops rolling on the floor when he hears his father yell. Choso turns the stove on low before walking over and crouching in front of his son. “Daddy doesn’t wanna yell baby, but you gotta understand that you can’t get Fast food every day. It’s not healthy for you alright?” He explains to his son. His son just glares up at him. Choso smiles back which prompts the little boy to grumble how stupid and ugly his father looks. When they eventually come to an understanding, he picks him up and lets him help him cook.  

☾NANAMI KENTO 

Nanami’s loud voice echoes through the living room, and you race to the living room in worry. Once you turn the corner you see your daughter looking at him with wide tear-filled eyes. She’s never seen this side of her dad; you can’t think of one time her dad raised his voice at her. “Kento? What’s going on?” You glare at him as your daughter comes running into you. You hold her little body to you. Kento stands there with a shocked expression on his face. He didn’t mean to snap at his little girl, he just had a bad day at the office and brought that attitude home. “Daddy’s mean.” Your daughter cries out, wrapping her small arms tighter around your legs. “Princess,” Kento whispers as he cautiously walks towards you two. “I didn’t mean to yell at you princess, I’m so sorry.” He chokes out, crouching down to her level. When she hears the familiar softness in her dad’s voice, she slowly peaks around you. Kento holds his arms open. She doesn’t hesitate and jumps into her father's arms. “s’ok I forgive you, Daddy.” She sniffles into his neck. Nanami squeezes her tightly, whispering out apologies on how he’ll never do it again. You can tell by the look in his eyes your daughter will be getting extra spoiled in the next few days.  

[rennymayflower]

So I finally watched both the gametoons sprunki episodes and OH BOY DO I HAVE SOME OPINIONS

My biggest one so far is that Gray ABSOLUTELY got fucking violated in BOTH like he did not deserve that holy shit😭

Also apparently Mr. Fun Computer is the creator of the whole sprunki universe? Fucking rad tbh but also holy shit he is a CRUEL god, like why the fuck would he just casually subject both Gray AND Wenda to their own forms of eternal torment like that when he could've just... I dunno, guided the sprunkis himself? Fixed however he programmed the universe to not be based on a balancing system? MADE THE BALANCING FORCES AWARE OF THEIR MISSION AND MAKE SURE THEY DON'T FALL IN LOVE??? He could've done so much but just didn't

Btw yes, I said that Wenda is being tortured too. Because tell me, what happens if she gets sick? If she gets upset over something? If she loses a loved one or if some other awful thing happens to her? She wouldn't be able to cry or talk to anyone about it because she'd throw the universe off-balance, she'd just have to smile and act like she's fine JUST to keep everyone alive. If anything, Wenda's fate is almost worse than Gray's, because at least Gray wouldn't have to pretend.

ANOTHER THING, WHERE IS JEVIN??? Is he gonna pop up in a later episode??? I'm hoping Jevin will be Mr. Notsofun Computer's attempt to redeem himself but knowing gametoons Jevin might just end up being another villain :')

HOWEVER. That doesn't mean I don't like the episodes.

I like the sort of "ugly duckling" storyline they did for Gray, and the very end of episode one where Wenda kissed him was pretty cute, even if episode 2 kinda spoiled it.

And I do like thinking about the possibility of Mr. Computer being a secret antagonist, because there's so many possibilities for it! Like the "computer doesn't understand emotions or why his subjects are suffering so much", or maybe something closer to I Have No Mouth And I Must Scream-

Also, the "Lovers but one lost their memories of the other" trope they set up at the end of episode 2? I really hope they go somewhere with that if they make another, I'd like to see Gray going fucking batshit trying to get Wenda to remember him.

Overall, I'd give these episodes a 7.5/10, They're pretty decent but I do think some things could've been done differently.

[wardenparker]

HI MY BELOVED CONNIE WHO IS BEAUTIFUL AND SMART AND DESERVES A MILLION FOLLOWERS 🥹🥹🥹🥹

If I mayhaps could submit for the celebration ficlet! I was wondering if I could do my undead baby love of my life Max Phillips and “I thought you loved forehead kisses” OR “I’ll protect you”? 🥺👉🏻👈🏻 Whichever one seems better for you!

OKAY LOVE YOU ANGEL CONGRATULATIONS 🥳🥳🥳🥳

Maddie, my darling. You've been a lovely inspiration lately 😘❤ Happy Spooktober! 🎃🦇🧛‍♂️

Max Phillips. 1,371 words. "I'll protect you."/"I thought you loved forehead kisses." Fic includes a flashback! (Warnings: cursing, sex in the workplace, blood, implied violence) Co-written with @absurdthirst

Max rushes into your office, a normal occurrence on the most normal of days, but today is not normal. “Stay in your office for the next little bit, okay sweet cheeks?” He demands. “No bathroom break, no fresh cup of tea. Just— uh, put your headphones in and vibe, m’kay?”

"O—kay?" As the office accountant you don't usually have a lot of interaction with your coworkers during the day, so you like to go out and have a few moments of social time when you refresh your drink or have to walk to the bathroom. Max is a social butterfly too, but your boyfriend of three weeks looks very serious at the moment. "Sure. I have some spreadsheets to work on. But...everything okay? Need me to come out there and give Evan hell or something?"

“No!” Max rushes out. “I mean, nahhhhhhh.” He tuts and waves away your concern as if it was nothing. “Nothing major. We just-“ he hears something and turns towards the door for a moment before looking back at you. “There’s a slight disagreement going on out there and it’s turning ugly.” He rolls his eyes. “You know how it is. We’ll call security, they’ll come remove him. I fired Dave.” He adds for good measure. “But don’t worry.” He winks at you. “I’ll protect you.”

"Dave's an asshole." You supply, as if that settles the matter for you, and you grab your headphones to turn on some music. Before Max can slip out again though, you snag his attention. "Are we still going out for dinner tonight?"

“Sure.” He nods eagerly and shoots you a grin and waggles his brows. “You wearing those little panties I bought you? The crotchless ones?” He leers slightly.

Tutting slightly, you still fluster and shift slightly in your desk chair. "Yes."

“Fuck yes.” He hisses and his head whips back towards the cracked open door when he hears a thud and a yell outside in the cubicle area. “Shit.” He looks back at you and mimes putting on the headphones. “Music on, stay here.” He repeats before he rushes back out of the office door and slamming it shut.

"Weird." You mumble to yourself, but put your head down and refocus on your computer. Max is a little weird and that's fine – you are too. It's how you've been able to see past the Finance Bro outer layer he presents at work to the sweet, odd man inside. It's why you dismiss the bullshit other people say about him at work. The version of Max everyone else sees is an act. It's okay if they don't know that. You do.

******

Sweet cheeks, what is a girl like you doing in a place like this?” Max smirks as he leans against the door to your office and watches you work. Your file had interested him just as soon as he had opened it, but you are so much more interesting in person. Right now, you look up and give him an almost bashful smile, a far cry from the tigress he had in his bed last night after a meal at the best restaurant in town and bottle of expensive wine. "Guess I'm just a little bit of a glutton for punishment." If he hadn't brought you home this morning to change clothes, you would have proudly rolled into work on his arm wearing the same clothes as yesterday. "I like coming into work because there's a super sexy new boss in sales." “You think he’s sexy?” He waggles his brows at you playfully. “What’s sexy? The incredible abs or that tongue of his?” He teases. “I’m betting the tongue. You were loud when I was buried between those thighs.” "I'm not a big fan of pretending to be something I'm not." You remind him, and toss Max a wink. "Which includes not pretending I'm enjoying myself any less than I am." He chuckles softly and steps into the office before closing the door behind. “Oh yeah?” He hums. “Give me the dirty details?” "I'm just glad I went to your place." A hum comes from somewhere deep in the back of your throat as he slides over to your desk. "My neighbors would have complained." “Yeah they would have.” He snorts. “Good thing I don’t have any neighbors to complain.” "A very good thing." When he sits on the edge of the desk, you reach for him immediately. "What are the chances you locked the door?" He hesitates for a moment before the slow grins breaks across his face. “Very good.” He admits shamelessly. “Sent Amanda off on an errand so HR isn’t here to complain to.” "We really are going to get in trouble one of these days." Although HR is aware of your relationship and can't object because you're in different departments, you're sure that these little worktime rendezvous will add up against you if anyone notices. He tsks and winks at you. “Not today.” He sing songs playfully. “You want it quick or slow?” "Better be quick." Any errand he sent Amanda on won't last long, and you are at work. It doesn't stop you from sighing so that your eyelashes flutter when his thick fingers dip down the front of your shirt. “Quick can be fun.” He plucks one of the buttons open and whistles at the lace covering your tits. "Quick can be very fun." You lean forward a little to give him a better view. "Like what you see, handsome?" “Fuck yes I do.” He grunts, biting his lip and shucking his jacket and pulling down his tie. "You do love my tits." But you don't hesitate either, standing up at your desk and shoving your chair out of the way so he can either bend you over the desk or lift your ass up onto the edge. This time, Max decides to bend you over the desk. Kissing you harshly before he spins you around and drags the zipper of your skirt down so he can push it up. You curse, knowing how strong he is, and wiggle your ass happily in anticipation. With no protection necessary, you really can have it wherever and whenever you want. Vampiric boyfriends have their benefits. “Fuck you are so perfect.” He hisses, his fangs sliding down in response as his dick twitches in his suit trousers. He has less control of his fangs when he’s turned on. “You want to keep the panties or…” He’ll rip them off of you if you give him the option. Shredding through your old panties and buying you new ones to replace them. "I've decided never to wear good panties around you," you admit, throwing him a grin over your shoulder. "Go ahead and shred them if you want. You can even keep the soaked evidence for later if you want." He chuckles as he shreds the panties from your hips. “You know me too well.”

******

You've lost track of time by whenever it is that your office door opens again, so deep in your work and in grooving back and forth in your desk chair that you don't even notice Max is there until he's right beside you and turning your chair away from your computer.

For a moment you startle, realizing he's there and then taking in the state of him. He looks torn apart, covered in blood with his fangs out and panting for the breath that he doesn't truly need when he leans over to press a kiss to the top of your head but you were already moving by accident.

"What?" Max huffs, looking a little hurt that you would flinch away from him. "I thought you loved forehead kisses?"

"I do." You can't help but laugh just because of the look on his face. He's so dramatic. "I was just going to ask if any of that blood was yours." Two fingers toy with the neckline of your dress. Whatever he's doing out there doesn't matter, he looks good covered in blood. "If you needed to feed?"

"Fuck." Max groans, kicking your office door closed just like he does every day and already reaching to undo his belt. "You are perfect."

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[omni-present-god-send]

Crack-fic 2 Electric Boogaloo

Ok wow, that last fic got some attention. Even the original creator of the AU I was writing about liked it. Wtf. So, um, here's another one! Based on @lets-try-some-writing 's Mr. Pax Au. Yes, I'm bothering you again.

Basically: Prom is coming up and the kids want Optimus to be there. He's flattered. Then cons show up. Destruction.

~

It was odd to have your favorite teacher also be an alien robot. At least Miko made money because of it. Jack and Raf are still mad that she, of all people, called it. There were many advantages though. Easy access to tutoring. Free rides. A shoulder to cry on.

The three of them even helped Optimus with his human disguise! If only to help with the Uncanny Valley he would give them sometimes. His hair was messier now, and he finally got something close to a wardrobe. However, there were some things they couldn't control. Like the way his eyes would get this subtle glow when he got angry or was concentrating. The way his holoform would appear to stop breathing for an extended period of time. Or when we would sing, it was hard to describe, but an almost invisible sound could be heard. Like a bell in the back of your mind. The three of them would soon learn that it was because Optimus, and the other bots in general, could produce sounds just outside of what the human ear could hear clearly.

As the months went by, Mr. Pax would be the best teacher any of them had ever had. Then he would drive them to base and be Optimus. The best dad on this, or any other, planet. It was the best of both worlds!

Sure they had to deal with the Vice-Principal. Trying to get Mr. Pax fired for being a better History teacher in one year than he had been in 15. Vince who, no matter how much Mr. Pax intervened, always went out of his way to make someone miserable. Whether it was Jack or some other poor soul. On top of getting shot at, blown up, stalked, and kidnapped by Decepticons. A break is always welcomed.

Which is how we got here. Miko borrowing Raf's laptop to look at some very sparkly dresses at the base while the boys went to grab some food. Very out of character for the little punk and Optimus noticed immediately. It didn't take more than a few minutes for Optimus to go into the back and for Mr. Pax to emerge out of the dark hallways.

Mr. Pax walked up the stairs and towards the couch where Miko was. She looked very puzzled as she scrolled through the array of dresses on the screen. "You hardly ever even consider that type of fashion Miko. Is everything alright?" Mr. Pax questioned. Miko's head shot up. Clearly not expecting him. "Oh, hey boss. Yeah, everything's fine. Just looking at Prom dresses. My parents are insisting I go." She rolled her eyes and went back to scrolling. "I heard some of the other teachers talking about that. What is 'Prom'?" Mr. Pax inquired.

"Basically is an over-hyped party for seniors to dress up and take pictures with their dates," Miko explained. Mr. Pax hummed. "I hope you have fun regardless." He smiled. Miko gave a laugh and waved him away. Instead of leaving, Mr. Pax took a seat next to her on the couch. "How about we look together? Maybe we can find something you like. Or at the very least something you can edit to fit your style." How could Miko refuse? It wasn't every day she got 1-on-1 time with Best Dad!

Hours passed with them just...looking at dresses. Short ones, long ones, ugly ones, expensive ones. Till, finally, they found it. A knee-length, off-shoulder, black cocktail dress. With a silver detail on the waist. It was a decent price, and Miko could already see every edit that could be done to make it hers. SHe gave Mr. Pax a tight hug before writing down the link to go back to later. Once she got home and back to her own computer that is.

Mr. Pax repeated the process with Jack and, suprisingly, Raf. He thought nothing of it. He was helping his kids students pick out some decent clothes for an importent event. It was the least he could do. Esspecailly with the war dragging them into places and senarios they had no buisness being in.

Before they knew it, Prom was right around the cornor. Mr. Pax was in his classroom grading some papers for the math teacher. When a knock at his door brought him out of his trance. It was Ms. Summer. The science teacher. He opened the door.

"Hello Ms. Summer, can I help you?"

"Yes. You see Mr. Pax, I have a date next weekend." "That's great!" "It is... except I suck at scheduling and our date is at the same time as Prom. I was wondering if you could chaperone in my place?"

Mr. Pax was taken aback. He was not expecting this. "Um... sure. Why not? I don't have a lot going on anyway." He chuckled. Ms. Summer gave him a big smile. "Oh thank you, Mr. Pax! You have no idea how much this helps!" Ms. Summer exclaimed.

Back at base later that day, the children were all talking about their prom plans. "I have some money for bowling if you guys are interested." Jack offered. "Bowling sounds nice," Raf replied. Optimus glances over at the children, trying to hide a smile. He failed. "Hey Boss, you're gonna be there. Right?" Miko suddenly asks. Optimus, now very confused, turns to her. "You...want me at Prom with you all?" The three of them looked at him like he was stupid. In that moment, he was. "Of course, we want you there! You're our favorite!" Raf's words sent warmth through Optimus's spark. He smiled "Then you will be happy to know that Ms. Summer has asked me to chaperone Prom in her wake." Immediately the children started hopping and cheering. "Just because Prom is coming up doesn't mean you all get to skip out on Homework. Miko." She gave him a look of fake offence, before laughing and returning to celebrating with Jack and Raf. Optimus gave a small chuckle and went back to his duties.

Before they knew it, Prom was here. Mr. Pax stood near the door to the building. Glad in a, rather beautiful , black suit. Red flower details covered the suit jacket from top to bottom. Even the tie had red flowers on it! Making it look a lot more expensive then it was. Being a hologram and all.

Prom went, surprisingly, well. The children had fun. Their classmates had enthusiastic reactions to Mr. Pax being there. Except Vince. For obvious reasons. Miko had taken the dress and added spikes, pink and green mesh, and had taken a knife to the skirt. While Jack and Raf were in a blue and yellow suit, respectively.

That was, until Prom got raided by US soldiers. They evacuated everyone from the building. As Mr. Pax was dragged outside by a soldier, he saw what caused the commotion. Even from a distance he could tell they were Deceptions. Three of them. Flying straight toward him. Threatening his students.

He tried to calm down. He really did. He helped get his students to safety. He got as many personal items as he could carry. Nearly punched a soldier. Nearly. He held himself back don’t worry. Blasts of Energon rained down on the building. Chunks fell off. Rubble caught fire. A couple light fixtures exploded.

As the last of his students was taken away by soldiers. Optimus finally let himself take out his anger. Returning to his bi-pedal form, he fired three shots. Each one took out a wing on each con. As the Cons fell from the sky Optimus grabbed them. With the strength of a thousand suns he, as Miko would describe, cracked them like glow sticks. Then threw each one toward the horizon.

When the cons returned they looked like they had been through Kaon. Shaking and rattling like newsparks. As they relaid the story Megatron could feel his spark freeze. Optimus did this? When did he get so violent? Even Soundwave shivered at the story.

Back at the Autobot base, Optimus held Raf, Jack, and Miko close to his spark. Literally. He refused to set them down for longer then necessary. They were still in their, now destroyed, prom clothes. Shaking and crying. Though you didn’t hear that from me. Eventually the day caught up to the and they fell asleep, still in Optimus’s hand. Going into his room, he layed there. His kids sleeping on his chest, close to his spark.

[gamerbunny1996]

Jschlatt x Depressed reader

*Warning ⚠️: there is mention of depression, suicidal thoughts, and self harm. If you don't feel comfortable with that stuff don't read. It doesn't go into details or anything, just slight mentios on it all.*

I've been feeling really down a lot recently and I just needed comfort so I'm writing this more for me then anything but maybe someone needs this too

Word count: 2,252

Sorry if this sucked I was pretty much just writing my thoughts.

I shut off my computer and leaned back in my chair with a sigh. Looking up I was just lost in thought. The last couple of weeks I've been talking to this guy and it's just been a shit show with him. Then streaming and all has been stressful as well. This month has just been horrible to say the least.

My phone soon goes off. Looking at my desk I see a text notification for that guy. Sighing I opened the message and just like it has been every single day he was to see a picture of me. It's annoying because all he wants is sex and I really don't want that. Fuck buddies isn't my thing. I just rolled my eyes and turned my phone off ignoring him. I'm still not sure why I haven't blocked him yet.

Standing up I go to lay on my bed. I'm just tired of men I just want to go on one date for once in my life but all guys want to do is fuck and it's annoying. I turn on my side and open my phone back up and go onto tiktok. My fyp has just been bikertok. Scrolling through, my eyes start to tear up. Shutting my phone off I grab my stuffed dragon and cry into it. Just frustrated with everything in my life. Ended up dozing off a little before I heard my phone go off. I almost didn’t even want to see who was messaging me. Sighing out I did open my phone and seen that a good streamer friend of mine has messaged me. Clicking onto his icon I started to read his message. “You okay. You seem really down today on the stream” Smiling a little to myself I message Schlatt back. “Yeah I’m doing great” I Lied to him. Glad it was over text so he can't tell.

“I know you're not, you can tell me I’m here for you” I just left him to read.I turned my phone off and I walked to the bathroom needing a shower. Getting undressed and turning the shower on. I put it as hot as I could handle and stepped in. The water is burning my skin a little. I just stand there letting the water pour down my skin. My skin turned bright red. Tears started to run down my cheeks. My thoughts are getting too much.

Why does everyone hate me? What do I do wrong. I just want to be loved. I'm tired of everyone looking up to me, I'm a nobody. The thoughts soon turned darker and darker. *Knock knock* I get snapped out of my thoughts. More knocking happened. Shutting the shower I stepped out and wrapped a towel around myself. The knocking seems to become more frantic.

“Hold on” I yell out. Putting on my fluffy black robe I walk out of the bathroom and to my front door. Opening it up stood my friend Jschlatt. “What do you want?” I say annoyed. He just rolled his eyes and walked in. “Start talking, I'm not leaving until you do” he said sitting down onto my couch. “Let me get dressed first” I scoffed and walked away.

Getting dressed fast in a big T-shirt and shorts I walk out of my room. I walked to the living room and sat on the couch next to Schlatt. “What's up?” he said, turning to look at me. The TV playing in the background. “I already told you I'm fine.” He rolled his eyes. “Your not I can tell”

“I am though”

Schlatt put a hand on my leg that is now crossed.

“It's okay not to be okay you know”

Right then and there broke me. I started to cry like an ugly cry. I can't breathe, tears won't stop. Everything seems painful. Schlatt pulls me into a hug. I wrap my arms around his neck crying into his shoulder. He starts to rub my back to soothe me. After a good few minutes I finally started to calm down. Taking deep breaths. I sit back a little from Schlatt. Taking one last deep breath I speak.

“I feel stuck,lost even. Every guy only wants one thing. I just want a cute date where they bring me flowers and take me wherever they plan to go. Then at the end just drop me off and call it a night. That's all I want. I just want a boyfriend. My depression is hitting hard. I can't stop thinking about what happens if I just don't exist anymore. Or should I just hurt myself just to make all this pain go away. I just can't take this anymore.” Tears started to stream down my face halfway through that talk.

Soon I feel a hand brush away my tears. I look Schlatt in the eyes and I see pain and sadness behind his eyes. Did I say something wrong? “Hey it's okay if you ever feel like everything is over just come to me I don't mind being there for you” He said. Soon I felt a light touch on my arm. Looking down Schlatt was tracing the scars I had. I didn't mean to make him sad.

“I ask myself everyday what would me death look like and I would imagine it all the time just me alone in my bed to never be found” I spoke. “I would find you because I will always be there for you” that made me smile a little to hear that someone cares.

“Please if you are ever down come to me I'll never mind” he spoke again. “Thanks I need that a lot actually” I smiled at him. “Now let's have a movie marathon and I'll order us some dinner alright” I nod my head. Pulling the blanket off the back of the catch and snuggled up. Schlatt pulled me close and I lay my head on his shoulder. He turned a movie on and pulled his phone out to order some food.

Waking up slowly I realized I must have fallen asleep after eating. Looking around I sit up. Seeing my phone I grabbed it and saw a text from Schlatt. “I hoped you slept well. I left after you fell asleep. I hope you didn't mind” I smile to myself. I text him back a thank you. Noticing that one guy has messaged me. “Come on babyyyy please” I was now pissed I blocked his ass.

Getting up I got ready for the day. I didn't really want to stream today so I just laid around the house all day. It was now 5 in the afternoon and a knock happened at my door. Getting off the couch I open the door. There stood Schlatt with a bouquet of flowers. Yellow roses and sunflowers. He even had a stuffed cow as well. “I was wondering if you want to go on a date” he shyly asked.

Shock came over my face. Soon a smile creeped up. “I would love to” I hug Schlatt. He wraps his arms around me the best he can with them full. Pulling back I took the flowers and cow. “Thank you so much” I smile as I walk into my apartment to put my flowers in a vase.

“Let me at least put something nicer on then my sweats and t-shirt” I told him. “Don't take too long, I got lots planned” he told me. “I'll be fast I promise” I walk off to my room and put my new plushie on my bed. I hurried and slept on a nice pair of black skinny jeans and a black crop top. Putting my hair up into a high ponytail and curling my bangs.

Walking out I see Schlatt playing on his phone. “I'm ready,” I told him. He looked and smiled at me. “Wow you're beautiful” I started to blush hard.

Standing up he came and grabbed my hand. “Lets go” he opened the door and we walked out. Getting to his car he opened the door for me and let me inside. He went around and got into the driver's seat. We drove for a few minutes until he park outside a nice restaurant. He got out and hurried to open my door. “Thank you,you know you don't have to do that” I giggled stepping out of the car. “Well got to treat a pretty girl like you like a queen” he winked at me. I started to blush. We walked inside and got a seat.

Once our drink order was taken we sat and talked. “you know you didn't have to take me on a date” I said to Schlatt. “I wanted to though I want to show you that your loved and fuck every guy that's out there”.” I smile. “You're the best,” I say. Soon the waiter came back and gave us our drinks. Ordering our food it was just the two of us. Schlatt takes both my hands into his. Bringing them up to his lips he kissed me. Knuckles. I turn my head away my face bright red now. “I was alway jealous by all the guys who talked to you. I was to scared to say anything to you though because I didn’t want you to reject me. I love streaming with you and going on trips. You put a smile on my face all the time” I looked up into his eyes. There is so much love in them. “I’m broken though” I say. “I’ll fix you” is all he said. “Why” I try to see any hate in his eyes but I couldn’t see anything. When he opened his mouth to speak our food came out.

We just started to eat instead of saying anything. We sat in silence. Finishing up, Schlatt paid for our food and we went to the car. Sitting inside he started to drive us to the next place. Parking in the parking lot. We walked down a bridge that looks over the water. My eyes sparkle from how gorgeous the water is. Schlatt was slightly behind me smiling at the look I have.

He wraps his arms around me hugging me from behind. “Beautiful isn't” he asked. I nodded in agreement. “Alright this isn't fully what we are doing tonight I just wanted to show you” he told you. I turn my head around to look at him. “Really?” He just turned me around and started to walk back to the car with my hand in his.

Soon we showed up back at his place. We got inside and there in the front room were blankets and pillows. It almost looked like a big bed in the center of the room, could also say it's like a nest. It had some stuffed animals. Snacks and drinks in the center. I was amazed. “We are going to watch Tim Burton movies all night” he mentioned the movie marathon. My smile grew so wide I didn't think it could go any bigger.

“Here” he grabs a bag off the nest looking thing. “What is it?” I opened it up and looked inside and it was a pj set. Pulling it out it was shorts and a t- shirt, Friday the 13th themed. “I got me pants instead of shorts so we can match. I know you feel claustrophobic sleeping in pants, that's why I got shorts for you.” He told me. “Now go get dressed,” he said. Walking into his bathroom I got into the pj's. Once back into the living room Schlatt was in his pj's and had a bowl of popcorn made. Crawling on the blankets I sit next to Schlatt. He pushed play on the first movie of the night.

“I needed this, I appreciate it” I said.

“I know that's why I did it, if you ever feel depressed again come to me alright I don't mind I'll sit with you through it all. I don't care if you have suicidal thoughts or your hurting yourself call me I'll be there so face to make all the pain go away you hear me.” I started to tear up a little. Jumping onto Schlatt I hugged him so tight. “I appreciate you so much, the pain has been too much.” I soon whisper out. “Thank you so much” he held me so tight. I felt my shoulder become a little damp. He was crying. Soon I started to cry harder.

“Please don't leave me,” he said to me.

“I won't I promise” soon we both calm down pulling away from each other. He wiped my cheeks from my tears. He leaned in and kissed me. I kissed back enjoying this moment. Pulling away we just looked into each other's eyes.

“I love you and I promise I'll always be there for you” I smiled and said I love you back. “Now let's cuddle and watch our movie” laying back we cuddled up and watched the movie. I couldn't ask for someone any better than Schlatt; he was my everything.

[bay-sil]

Hello everyone, I'm here to deliver my offering to the masses as a Halloween treat. Also let me know if you like this head cannoning sort of style! I'd love to hear more feedback from you all!

Enjoy~

Jordan - Would be a Werewolf because he is big and protective. If the two went as a couple to a Halloween party he would spend days and days trying to get her to be little Red Riding Hood. While at the party he would have his arm wrapped around her growling in her ear whenever she attempted to escape.

Maria - Would be the little Mermaid as that's she is every year. She loved her red hair, why not show it off? While at the party she'd then bring up how tight the shell bra made her boobs look (clearly fishing for compliments from Y/n).

Michael - He'd by default be Prince Eric, not that he was complaining. He liked the simplicity of it and his heart swells seeing how well he matched his wife. Y/n would end up being Vanessa. She begged to be anything else but the couple had said no.

Christoph - This is his first Halloween and he doesn't want to fuck it up. Letting Y/n pick his costume. The two end up being Fred and Daphne. He has no idea who the Scooby Gang is but loves seeing how happy it made Y/n. Though he hates the amount of men who say "Jinkies!" when they see them together.

Stephan - Would be Sabrina Carpenter, he's been planning this costume for months and now is so excited to show it off. He's overjoyed when he eventually tricks Y/n into agreeing to be Barry Keoghan from the Please Please Pleasd music video. The entire night he is showing off the lipstick kiss print she made on his neck (just like the Album cover).

Wyatt - He hates Halloween. Would literally never dress up, would much rather stay at home and cuddle, but understood that you enjoyed this in his opinion stupid holiday. Would end up being a cheap devil and you a gorgeous angel. Which in itself would inspire a new book.

Cameron - Would be an astronaut. Wearing a plastic fishbowl on his head and a silver suit he'd be so ecstatic. Halloween was brand new for him and he couldn't believe the concept when it was first told to him. Free candy?? Not to mention how adorable Y/n was as the space alien. He may or not be covered in green paint by the end of the night.

Ellis - He'd be Ron Weasely like every other year since he first say the movie. Being compared to him since early childhood. He had sent many Facebook messages requesting Y/n to dress up as Hermione Granger to match but it seemed her computer was deleting his messages..?

Brandon - Would be fake paparazzi and Y/n would dress as any celebrity she wished. Was this whole costume just an excuse to take as many photos of her as possible? Yes. Did he care? No. He would at one point step away to upload the photos on a hard drive only for Ellis to barge in on the verge of crying, asking to have some photos.

Vincent - Would simply be a vampire. He digs up all his old romantic clothing and just uses lipstick to make it looks as if his lip has smudged lipstick. Y/n would be Van Hesling much to his disappointment. The ugly cross around her neck warded him off and he pouted all evening.

Tanner - Would dress up as Victor Frankenstein and Y/n would be the Bride of Frankenstein. He would practise his evil laugh in the mirror as he drew cracks on his prop glasses. Every time someone would attempt to talk to Y/n he'd "summon" her with said laugh.

Damien - He'd asked to wear his coat and just be a doctor but Y/n refused. Twisting his arm (both metaphorically and literally) until he agreed to be Alice and the Mad Hatter. At the party whenever he strayed too far he'd feel a familiar and delicious shock go through him. The collar around his neck was covered by the ridiculous ascot he was wearing.

AND THERE WE GO!

All Eighteen little critters got a costume and a little nibble of a scenario. I think if I got the chance to see any of them in their costume I'd want to see Stephan as Sabrina Carpenter, he'd totally rock the purple dress and blonde wig lol.

Happy Halloween!

[amymbona]

Girl dad Patrick Zweig.

Someone give him a daughter.

That man deserves to have a daughter and dedicate his whole life to her.

She is the light of his life, the sun of his days. This man adores his daughter more than any other person in this world.

He is her protector, her prince, her knight in shining armour. Any kid being rude to his little girl? Patrick makes sure that kid is crying to his parents.

Someone said a bad thing about his daughter? That someone wakes up with all their teeth extracted, I'm not even joking.

He buys her sweets, chocolate, pizza, milkshakes, cotton candy, McDonald's, popcorn - anything she asks for! It's unhealthy? Oh, no worries, she will be eating a bowl of fruit after that.

He never lets her walk a longer distance. Always scoops her up in his arms and pretends to throw her in the air for some laughs.

Does his girl like a particular dress? A fluffy skirt? A little shirt printed unicorn? Socks with ruffles? It's in her wardrobe the next day.

Watching TV shows together. Introduces her to South park and teaches her curse words at an early age.

"Mister Zweig? Your daughter called her classmate an ugly ass horse."

No punishments. That man is proud of his little girl for standing up for herself.

Braiding her hair. He's been watching youtube tutorials on that.

Even learned how paint nails with perfectly chosen non-toxic nail polish.

Her room is her kingdom. A canopy bed, fluffy carpet, pushed scattered all over the room. Lego buildings by the wall. All book series neatly sorted in her bookshelf. Little fairy lights on the ceiling. Pictures of the two and posters of One direction on the walls.

Allows her to play the Sims and Minecraft on his computer.

Little tea parties each Sunday.

Lets her do his makeup with one of these shitty sets. There are glitters all over his face but he loves it.

His girl could actually be a makeup artist in the future.

"Did such a good job, sweetheart!"

Neat and thoughtful. His girl never catches a cold in winter, buys her little vitamin C gummies, tucks her shirt in her pants so she's all nice and warm.

Teacher his daughter tennis but never wants her to pursue the career professionally. Knows it could eventually ruin her.

Attends every single ballet performance. Always sits in the first row and records a video.

"That's my girl!"

When she's older, talks about boys follow. And Patrick gets so protective.

"Never let a boy treat you bad. If he's being rude, just kick him in the nuts. Yeah. Just like that."

When she gets a love letter from her classmate on Valentine's day, he calls the guy's mother to know everything about him. His daughter won't be dating some asshole.

Unconditional support. Whatever hobbies she pursues or clothes she wears (unless they at especially revealing), whoever she loves or however she feels, he always supports her.

Pep talks about mental health. Patrick knows how important it is to feel mentally comfortable.

Would do everything for daughter to smile and be happy.

A proud concert dad. Always accompanies his girl and records videos for her so she can enjoy the whole experience thoroughly.

Cries at her graduation.

"They grow up so fast, don't they?"

Forever the most important woman of his life.

[preeningpisces]

Non-curse AU! Choso is a big ol' nerd

A/N: As a big ol' nerd myself I feel passionately about this, so I have way too many thoughts repost bc it wasn't showing in the tag for some reason

Below the cut because I'm a yapper!

♠ Definitely the type to meet his S/O through discord because I think non-curse Choso is much shyer than regular Choso

❥ He wouldn’t be an admin. He’d be the quiet type that’s always there reacting to posts but rarely talks. Has the sickest emotes tho

❥ Prefers smaller discord communities, mostly video game servers

❥ I think he'd like the vaporwave aesthetic and all the RBG setups. Keeps his computer area neat and tidy

❥ Choso fucking loves video games. He'll buy those $300 special edition pre-orders and get the cool figures

❥ HUGE Soulsborne fan. His favorite is Bloodborne (on the nose but I couldn't resist). Also really loves Monster Hunter. Cares a lot about the monster's details, like their eating habits. I think his fave would either be Odogaron, Nargacuga or Zinogre.

❥ Picks the edgiest weapons lmfao. Definitely a longsword user in Monster Hunter. Went blood build in Elden Ring

❥ *Sigh* he does consult reddit for his builds and is a min-maxer. I'm afraid Choso is a reddit user but in a 'I need a thorough understanding of this' kind of way

❥ Function over fashion: he dgaf if that helmet is as ugly as sin, it gives him +2 endurance and he's gonna wear it

❥ Lets you create his character & name them & everything.

❥ If you can't be present for the character creation portion, he'll make his character you! Definitely made you his dream guardian in Baldur's Gate 3 (which in the early access was called the Dream Lover, which is even cuter)

❥ Not pretentious at all about what is/isn't gaming, and plays all sorts of genres

❥ LOVES NINTENDO GAMES. Mario has a special place in his heart. DEFINITELY mains Shy Guy in Mario Kart

❥ Will literally cry and die if you play video games with him. You don't have to be good because he'll happily teach you. Just watching him play and asking about the details will make his day

❥ Definitely would do those cute Animal Crossing museum dates. Loves the relaxing, chill music so much. Despite his min-maxer approach to other games, he's absolutely not a time traveler in Animal Crossing. He's of the mindset that it ruins one of the core features of the game

❥ Stardew Valley? Stardew Valley. Honestly, I can't decide who he romanced first. My heart is telling me Leah, but chat pls advise

❥ Speaking of chat, you just know he's a fan of let's players. Always watching a YouTuber or Twitch Streamer. He's a Markiplier fan. You know it, just accept it

❥ Tbh that's a cute thought: Choso being a fan of the reader that's a small twitch streamer. Should that be a thing?

❥ Really good at singleplayer games. AWFUL at pvp

❥ He'll play something like Fortnite or Overwatch for Yuji, but needs to be hard carried because he only plays when someone asks him to. He can't stand how toxic those communities are, and doesn't want to socialize with strangers just to play a game

❥ He gets HEATED SO EASILY when people are toxic, especially if it's directed at Yuji or someone else he cares about. Definitely the type to step in and check other ppl when they're being toxic. Like those clips where it's a woman in a lobby and the dudes all start being sexist. Choso will not let that shit fly!

❥ Teabag him if you want to see him lose his shit

❥ On the note of Overwatch: the only character he can and will play is Mercy, and he just pockets Yuuji the whole time. Yuji has to beg him to heal/boost their teammates

[zetsu--bou]

“You're not into me...”

"Taiga", Daiki stood in front of him, wearing nothing but his night shirt and some boxers. "I need you on a flat surface."

".... What?", Taiga raised his eyes from his computer and blinked a few times.

"Now", Daiki frowned.

"Babe, I'm working, could it wait a few minu—"

"Sure", Daiki turned around, sniffing and wiping his tears, "I get it, I'm fat and not attractive anymore. Do your work, I'll fuck me myself."

"Dai—"

The door of his office was slammed shut so loudly that the hinges almost gave out, screaming in an unoiled squeak. Taiga sighed and saved all of his work documents, then stood up and followed his husband's steps into their bedroom. Daiki was curled up on their bed (as much as an eight-months-pregnant person can be), silently crying. Taiga wanted to say something, but he frowned at the faint buzzing sound.

"Did you already managed to put a vibrator into yourself?", he sighed.

"... No", Daiki turned the device off.

"I heard it."

"Well, it wasn't in me!", Daiki turned around. "I fucking tried but that stupid huge-ass belly doesn't let me! I can't even reach it!"

Taiga walked over to their bed and lied down behind Daiki, big-spooning him. He placed his warm hand over Daiki's belly and kissed his neck.

"Don't say that", he whispered. "What if they hear you?"

"Bullshit", Daiki slapped Taiga's hand away. "They're not born yet."

"Does it change anything? They have ears", Taiga placed his hand back on the belly. A few seconds later, one of the twins kicked it. "See? Someone agrees with me."

Daiki huffed. He still had the vibrator in his hand - his underwear was on the floor, he was in the mood and Taiga made him cry instead of sleeping with him. He would love to do it himself after that, but that stupid ugly belly didn't let him. He hated it. He hated every second of it. Every time he looked in the mirror, every time he found yet another inconvenience in his daily life caused by it, he hated it more and more.

He wanted it. He wanted to have children with Taiga. He was the one who asked Taiga to knock him up. But he expected to be the fit momma who would exercise the entire pregnancy and loose all the weight a week after giving birth. Meanwhile he was eight months pregnant with twins, fat, ugly and too tired and too sore to even go on a walk.

"Daiki", Taiga kissed his neck again, "you still in the mood?"

"No", he mumbled. "You're not into me anyway."

"Of course, I am."

"You don't have sex with me anymore. You haven't touched me once ever since it became visible that I'm pregnant!"

Taiga stayed silent when Daiki slowly stood up from the bed and waddled away. He stayed still on their bed, grasping his hand on nothingness.

Meanwhile, Daiki opened the fridge and pulled out a slice of cheese and a slice of cooked meat. He rolled them together and ate it, looking for something more that would interest him. Like always when Taiga showed no signs of being into his ugly fat body.

"Daiki", Taiga walked over to him and kissed his neck again. "Don't say that, of course I'm into you."

"Bullshit", Daiki slapped his hands away and opened the fridge to grab a jar of pickles. He fished one out with his fingers and added it to the cheese and meat in his mouth.

"You're bearing my kids, how can I not be into you?", Taiga tried kissed him again but Daiki slammed the fridge door hard and walked towards the exit. He grabbed his shoes from the closet and dropped them on the ground.

"You have eyes, you can see how ridiculous I look! I gained like twenty five kilograms! The stupid ass babies don't weight that much!", Daiki sat down and tried to reach his shoes to put them on. Taiga sighed and kneeled in front of him.

"Does it matter? Slim, fat, fit or pregnant, it doesn't matter. I love you", Taiga said, putting Daiki's shoes on for him.

"Mhm, cool", Daiki stood up and grabbed a sweater. "And that's why you're not having sex with me, sure."

"That's not—"

"Bye!", Daiki left their house, slamming the door behind himself. Taiga didn't hate his chubby body - he found it even cuter than Daiki's impressive musculature. His husband was pregnant, it was absolutely obvious that he would gain some weight. Taiga loved him and loved his belly and loved the twins inside of it. Daiki was just tired and sleepy all the time, so he focused on making sure he was well rested and had everything he needed. He never thought Daiki would want to have sex...

He frowned, put on his shoes and grabbed a hoodie. His stupid husband left the house in nothing but a night gown and underwear!

He found him a few dozens meters away, slowly walking towards gods knew what, stoping every few meters to take a break and rest. He quickly caught up to him and wrapped the hoodie around his waist.

"Let's go home, Aho", Taiga chuckled. "You're in your pyjamas. And you don't have any pants on."

"I don't care. Maybe someone will rape me and stab me. Maybe those stupid babies will die and—"

"Daiki", Taiga's smile disappeared from his face. "Don't say that! I thought you were excited to be a mom...?"

"I was! Back when it didn't involve me looking like an elephant!"

"I don't care if you put on weight or not!", Taiga said again. "I love you for who you are, not how you look. Besides, you're carrying two little beings in your belly, they're demanding and they're making your hormones go rampage."

"You don't know shit!", Daiki cried again. "You have no clue how I feel! You still get to look in a mirror and see your stupid attractive body!"

"Daiki!", Taiga tried to stop him but his husband still walked away. Or, a more accurate description would be: waddled away like a penguin, holding his belly with one hand and the falling off hoodie with the other. Taiga sighed.

"Go home! Just let me go somewhere and die!", Daiki cried.

"Let's go home", Taiga caught up to him again and held his hands. "Okay, babe? I'll make you some good food and I'll help you bathe..."

"Why can't you just leave me alone for ten goddamned minute—AH?!", Daiki whinced in pain, holding his belly.

"Oh fuck, is it starting early?!", Taiga was ready to pick him up bridal style and run home to their car.

"No!", Daiki hissed, sniffing. "One of that motherfuckers kicked me in the liver!"

Taiga chuckled. He hugged his husband and kissed his forehead. "Let's go home. Please."

"... Okay", Daiki sniffed again. Taiga picked him up and carried him, saying a few times how Daiki's weight wasn't a problem because he was strong and could carry him anyway. Inside their home, he left Daiki in the bed to prepare him a bath.

"Would you want some food to that?", Taiga kissed his forehead while undressing his husband.

"No", Daiki wiped his tears off. "I wanted your cock inside of me, but I guess that's off the bat anyway."

Taiga froze for a moment. It wasn't like he didn't crave Daiki - he would jump him right now and fuck him senseless for hours - but... But sex could induce labor. And with twins on the way, he would never risk it. He would never risk Daiki having a painful and long labor with no epidural and no doctor. He wouldn't risk his dear husband getting hurt.

"Nevermind", Daiki sighed. "I get it."

"It's—"

"I get it."

Taiga shut up and picked him up to carry him to the bathtub. In there, Daiki sat silently without a word while Taiga did everything. The touches were nice but they weren't the ones he craved. He craved more. He craved a different type of love.

Daiki knew he was ugly now. He also knew some part of it were caused by his hormones, while the other, well, by him being a realist. He knew Taiga no longer found him attractive and no longer wanted to have sex with him. But it hurt so much. It hurt that he didn't even remember the last time they did it.

In their bed they lied, together, naked. But that was all. Taiga didn't have an erection, he wasn't in the mood and he definitely wasn't planning anything. Like always.

Like for the past four months. Or five even, maybe. He no longer remembered.

Everything was the same.

In the morning, Daiki was woken up by subtle kisses and touches on his face, neck and shoulders. He hummed, smiling softly, as he ajared his eyes. Taiga smiled at him, planting a peck on his lips. His hand traveled down his side, waist and hips towards Daiki's tights. It slipped between them and rubbed against the fabric of Daiki's underwear.

"What are you doing?", Daiki asked sleepily, frowning.

"I've been thinking...", Taiga kissed his neck again, "and I owe you an explanation."

"Just, leave it...", Daiki closed his eyes.

"You know", Taiga aced his hand on Daiki's belly and rubbed the skin - he traced the stretch marks with his fingers with a smile, "sex can induce labor. And, uh, if... if you were to give birth preterm because of me... A-and if something happened to you, I'd never forgive myself. B-Besides, I don't want to hurt you or the babies..."

Daiki chuckled and turned around. "You're an idiot. I know you, you'd stop if I told you to."

"Yeah, of course", Taiga frowned. "I'd never hurt you."

"So, let's do this. C'mon, I'm due in five weeks, I'll be stuck with stitches and blood everywhere for like a month or two. I want to still enjoy my husband while I can."

"Enjoy my husband, huh?", Taiga laughed, sitting between his glorious chubby legs. "Well then, I shall make it enjoyable, yeah?"

Daiki smiled, waiting patiently for his husband's moves. Finally, after so many weeks and months of celibate, he could feel his husband so close to him again.

Yeah, Daiki started giving birth early while they were on their third round. It was a coincidence - and the kick the day before was definitely not a kick, but the first cramps. Taiga cried as he called the ambulance. It was a mess. A horrible mess. Taiga apologized over and over because the doctor barely made it with the epidural, he cried and cried as he gently kissed Daiki's face whole he was giving birth, Daiki was screaming and assuring him that it was not important then, that the only important thing was that they had two newborns on the way and one was crowning. The babies were okay, though.

Taiga made it up to him by having sex as soon as Daiki was able and willing. They had a lot of rounds queued up for all those months. Especially when Daiki very quickly lost the weight and regained some of his confidence.

Taiga never agreed to sex while Daiki was pregnant ever again.

[sparksnevadas]

Hewwo its me sparks, a little bug that hasnt been feeling well for the past x amount of time. I wrote a little angst/comfort drabble thats not really canon to gihasm but it fits where you want it to fit after last chapter. Its not my usual quality but it seems lots of people are not doing great so im just going to share. I hope you all feel better. <3

(tw: negative thoughts)

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The alarm bell rang and Grian knew it was going to be a bad day.

He had had the dream again, the one about flying high above the clouds before something changes, and he plummets to the ground. He’d kept dreaming as he hit the floor, pain a distant thing (shock, his sleep-brain reminds him, shock can make things hurt less).

On the floor, he was twisted up, broken and civilians gathered immediately. He can still hear the disgusted murmurs of them, see their pointed fingers and see their sneers.

“Someone put it out of its misery.”

Grian forces himself to turn off his alarm through the fog. His body feels tense, his wings are tensely held on his back. He doesn’t feel like moving at all, and barely manages to curl back up when his energy leaves him again. The wings on his back feel like a burden, their ugly state makes Grian want to go into hiding and not see another person. He was broken, trash that someone forgot to take to the curb.

Amidst dark thoughts and the blankets, Grian slips in and out of restless sleep. When he’s not asleep, he stares at the wall. He feels like a broken computer, repeating the same ideas over and over, feeling worse and worse as it gets harder to quiet the thoughts down.

“No one cares about you if you can’t help them,” his brain reminds him. “You're nobody if you're not Apollo. No one trusts you.  No one cares.”

He covers his head in the blankets, upset and angry at himself. “I'm useless, if I can't help people or make them safer, what's the point of it all? Why do anything at all?”

Pressure builds in his chest, something heavy and disgusting. “Im pathetic, worse than…”he hesitates as he realizes he can’t insert the name of his former nemesis, not after the past months. He lets the sentence linger.

Grian both wishes for and hates the idea of Scar or Mumbo noticing his lack of presence today. Maybe theyll realize how much of a burden he is to keep around. Will they realize it's better to drop him off at a random bus stop, send him back on his way to be dealt with by Pearl?

Mumbo would know. He left for a whole year and didn’t need him at all.

Grian surprises himself when tears burn through his eyes, forming fast enough that he doesn't process he's crying until he's struggling to catch his breath. It still hurts to remember that Mumbo did not trust him enough. Maybe he had been right to not trust him. Grian was an idiot, a fool who had to have his eyes pried open to actually see the reality of the world around him. The world was cruel, it hated him and it was right to-

Distantly, Grian hears some sort of sound behind his cries. It's only when a door is being opened that he realizes it was knocked.

“Grian?” Mumbo calls out cautiously. “Are you sleeping in?”

“Mm,” Grian hums noncommittally. Something must sound off to Mumbo, because he doesn’t retreat.

“Grian?”

“I’m fine,” Grian chokes out. “Give me a moment, I’ll- I’ll be back to-“

“Grian?” Mumbo closes the door and immediately steps further into the room, coming to kneel at his bed. “G, what’s wrong? Are you hurt?”

Grian frowns, face still hidden from Mumbo. He shakes his head emphatically so Mumbo can see his answer. His throat is swollen, he won't be able to talk like this.

“Are you sick?” Again Grian shakes his head. Mumbo pauses. Slowly, like a person approaching a wild animal, he asks. “Are you not feeling well?”

Grian doesn’t respond.

Mumbo waits for a long moment, before taking a deep breath.

“I can imagine what this might be about, mate, we should talk about-“ Mumbo says, and Grian curls up further into a ball. Mumbo pauses. 

Tense quiet fills the room. Grian tries to suppress a sniffle but doesn't succeed. He grips his arms, trying to hold himself together, at least while Mumbo sticks around.

Mumbo shifts, more of his weight pressing against the mattress.

“Y’know what usually makes me feel better on bad days?” He asks Grian. Something light touches the bed beside him. Grian hesitates to peek at it, but Mumbo tells him what it is. “Holding a friend’s hand.”

Grian tears up again at how considerate his friend is. Consideration even for someone as undeserving as himself. He pulls away the blankets, revealing himself in the process of taking Mumbo’s hand into his own. He doesn't look at Mumbo as he sniffles and silently cries. He's overwhelmed again.

Mumbo’s hand is warm and heavy. Grian holds his hand tightly, almost scared that Mumbo will disappear. Mumbo’s thumb caresses his own idly, his hold more loose, but still caring. Grian lays there, holding Mumbo’s hand tightly until the wave passes him, his head coming up for clear air after an indeterminate amount of time.

Grian slowly, almost cowardly, looks up to find Mumbo’s face, only to see that Mumbo is already looking at him. He looks saddened, but not angry. Grian isn't sure why he expected Mumbo to be angry. Mumbo was not an angry man by nature.

“I think it works a little,” Grian says, his voice a little stronger now. He squeezes Mumbo’s hand even tighter for a beat. Mumbo smiles and sighs through his nose.

“I'm glad,” Mumbo says. “Do you want to talk about it?”

Shame fills Grian’s mind as he shakes his head. Mumbo doesn't press further

“Then, Is there anything else I can do?” He asks sincerely. “I don't like seeing you like this, Grian, it hurts me.”

“Im sorry,” Grian apologizes quickly. “You don't have to stay-“

“No, that's not what I meant,” Mumbo cuts him off. “It's just… Grian you’re my best friend,mate, I don’t want you to ever feel bad. I… y’know I really care for you. You're one of the most important people I've had the luck of ever meeting, much less become friends with, yknow?”

The words almost fall on deaf ears, Grian’s brain twisting the words against him. How unlucky, Grian mentally corrects. He means how unlucky he is he's stuck with me.

Grian struggles to quiet his brain, something Mumbo likely notices in his face. He looks conflicted, almost lost as he leans closer to Grian.

“It’s true, you're my best friend,” Mumbo insists. Grian’s mouth twists, feeling himself tear up again.

In an impulsive moment, Grian lets go of Mumbo’s hand and throws his arm up, looking at Mumbo. Mumbo hesitates for only a second before climbing into the bed and wrapping his arm around Grian. With his weight against him, Grian suddenly feels like he can breathe.

He tucks his forehead against Mumbo’s neck, soaking in the warmth of his best friend's body. It warms him where he hadn't realized he had gotten cold, something human replacing the mess of tangled emotions in him. Grian presses his entire body into Mumbo’s, clinging onto him, feeling relief in every touch Mumbo easily offers.

Mumbo’s heartbeat is loud and clear, heavy and smooth. He presses closer, almost suffocating warmth in Mumbo’s embrace.

“I love you,” Mumbo whispers into his ear. It's not the first time he's said it at this point, but it's still rare to hear this soon. “You are so, so important to me. To scar too. He told me to check on you. Wouldnt tell me why.”

Grian nuzzles him, throwing a leg over Mumbo’s. He can feel Mumbo’s heartbeat through his neck, and he concentrates on it, closing his eyes. 

Scar knew he was feeling bad but hadn’t wanted to come in. Was Grian that much of a burden? Or was it that Scar knew Grian would more likely kick him out than let him close like he would Mumbo when he felt this terrible? Grian isn't sure. He feels himself starting to shake, his wings shifting and rustling. Mumbo reaches for them, but Grian pulls the betraying wings away, shaking his head. Mumbo relents, wrapping his arms tightly around his waist.

“Can we lay down like this for a while?” Grian chokes out through his guilt. “Or-“

“As long as you like,” Mumbo nods. “I don't mind.”

“…You're too nice,” Grian whispers. “I don’t deserve you, do I?”

“Grian…” Mumbo answers softly. “Don’t say that. You mean the world to me.”

It only makes Grian want to cringe more. It made him feel guilty. “You deserve someone as kind as you. Someone good.”

“You’re good,” Mumbo insists, hugging him tighter for emphasis. “Grian, you don’t understand how happy I am that you’re in my life, that you cared enough to keep looking for me after I left. It takes a good person to assume the best in others, even if we did nothing to deserve it.”

Grian frowns. “Still,” he tries to enlighten Mumbo. “That’s just the bare minimum of what you deserve, you should be with-”

“Stop it,” Mumbo’s hold loosened. “Stop talking about who deserves what. I love you. I don’t care about anybody else,” His hold shifts, one of Mumbo’s hands reaching into Grian’s hair as he pulls the avian against him. “Only you and Scar. I’m going to love you no matter what, Grian, stop trying to convince me not to!”

And Grain can’t help it. He tears up, feeling like a child. He whimpers and sobs and wipes his tears on Mumbo’s poor shirt, holding onto the shirt for his life. He’s so undeserving of this kindness, but he wants it so badly. Mumbo holds him through it, whispering little reassurances into his hair, gently combing it with his fingers. Intense and burning fondness for his friend rears its head in Grian, making him catch a sob in his throat as words spill through.

“I love you too,” Grian sobs into Mumbo’s neck. “I love you so much.”

“I know,” Mumbo kisses his hair. “I love you just as much.”

And to imagine this much  love and adoration flows through Mumbo like it does Grian breaks him a little inside. Mumbo deserves so much more. He deserves a nice set of partners, with a normal home and a normal kid. Or maybe it would still be Grumbot. But if this is the life he wants, all Grian can do is count his luck and love him back more.

Grian tilts his head up and kisses the underside of Mumbo’s jaw. Mumbo leans back, tilting his chin down to look at him. The angle gives him a bit of a double chin, which Grian eagerly obliges with another kiss. Mumbo smiles at him. Grian can’t quite replicate a smile on his own face now, but he leans up and gives Mumbo’s cheek a kiss. He kisses across Mumbo’s face until the two are forehead to forehead across Grian’s pillow.

“I don’t like my wings,” Grian says quietly. 

“Do you want to bleach them?” Mumbo asks.

Grian hesitates. “I’m not Apollo anymore.”

“You can still bleach them if that’s what you want, Grian,” Mumbo answers calmly, still playing with Grian’s hair, softly kneading Grian’s scalp in a way that makes him want to sigh dreamily.

“I don’t know,” Grian closes his eyes against the sensation on his scalp. It tingles pleasantly.

“Or we can dye them another color. Not white, but something different,” Mumbo suggests. “You’ll still be nice with any color of wings.”

“Pretty?” Grian asks, smiling a bit. He opens his eyes to see Mumbo roll his eyes.

“Yes, very pretty,” he corrects. “And very handsome, Grian.”

Grian smiles, leaning forward to press a kiss to Mumbo’s nose. Mumbo huffs.

“Can you stop missing already,” he says with mock annoyance. “I want to be kissed by my very pretty best friend.”

Grian smiles for a second, leaning in incrementally before the guilt makes him freeze. Mumbo closes the gap, pressing a kiss to his unmoving lips. Mumbo pulls back.

A few seconds pass before Mumbo leans up and kisses Grian’s nose. “It’s not just the wings, is it?”

Grian frowns, not meeting his eyes. Mumbo nods anyway. 

“We don’t have to talk about it now if you don’t want to. But Scar and I are here when you want to,” he reminds him. “We love you, you know.”

Grian sighs. “I know.”

“We love you a lot,” Mumbo nods, pressing his nose into his hair. “Do you want to cuddle until Scar misses us and comes looking?”

Grian rolls his eyes but tucks himself into Mumbo’s shoulder, closing his eyes. His dry eyes find relief in the darkness again, this time a lot less heavy than before. Before he knows it, he starts to fade into dreamless sleep.

—------

Grian wakes to hands combing through his wings, the sensation of a loose feather being pulled giving him relief. He finds himself laying on his stomach, warmly tucked against Mumbo’s heart. More than a pair of hands make their way through his wings, bringing him pleasant warmth. He spreads his wings further with a soft groan. Mumbo stiffens under him. Scar has the opposite reaction; he laughs delightfully. The sound is full of love, especially when it gets closer, and Scar presses a small kiss to the back of Grian’s neck. Grian tenses, feeling a warm wave wash down his spine from the feeling.

“Go back to sleep, birdie,” Scar coos. “We got you. We’ll take good care of you. We’re right here.”

And for the moment before Grian falls back asleep, Grian believes him and smiles.

[lauren-ce]

Apologies if I'm being nosy, but I just have to ask how you ended up in the Evrart Chair and also how fucked up does a chair have to be to ruin someone's back?

I'm glad you asked! For those of you wondering, this is in regards to a fic I wrote recently. At the end I complained about having sat in a chair that fucked up my back severely enough that I had trouble walking for the next two weeks (I'm still recovering a month later).

I apologize, but I'm going to answer your question in the worst way possible by writing way too much. Story time!

There is a trend in architecture that took place in the 1950s which you've probably heard about! Brutalism. Overly Sarcastic Productions made an excellent video if you need a primer on the topic, but the gist of it can be boiled down to the following: concrete, functionality, utility, and more concrete (concrete was a very cheap postwar material that allowed war-torn countries to rebuild quickly)

As stated in the video, Brutalism was designed as the ultimate utilitarian style, made specifically to aim towards the ideal of a socialist utopia. Buildings for the people, made to fit their function. BUT WATCH OUT! Brutalism is often maligned as being imposing and monolithic, which is why it can be so readily confused with various types of hostile architecture, or architecture made to be the exact opposite of ergonomic. This is where the soul of brutalism dies (and why it looks so ugly: many people miss the point that it's meant to be useful and honest and not flashy).

UNFORTUNATELY, my ideal chair just so happens to look like the stuff of brutalist nightmares. It's the kind of chair that would make people cry, and yet my back is generally happiest in this specific kind of thing. I sit at the table and work on my computer a lot, so reclining is uncomfortable as it forces my neck to bend down (I'm tall). I like the hard edges because it means the chair is sturdy and won't break/squeak/move when I shift slightly. I like the straight back so I can't recline. My spine is in heaven.

All this to say, after breaking the one I usually use, I spent hours looking for a chair to fit my needs, and I thought I finally found one at World Market.

Pretty plum color, no? And the back looked like it would work, as the reclining angle was much less than many of the others I could find. So I went to test it out. It was VERY comfortable. That's where I made my first mistake:

I work on my feet. My entire job is done standing. ANY chair would feel comfortable after a day of standing! So I thought I'd picked a winner, and I took the bastard home and sat in it for four hours straight. And then when I tried to stand up again, I knew I was fucked. I had to shuffle to bed, and then I was in pain all night. Luckily it was the weekend and my wife was there to help me sit up and stuff, but still, my mood went into a downward spiral and for the next two weeks I was constantly icing my spine and using my heating pad while chugging painkillers. Lifting anything more than 5 pounds put too much pressure on my lower back, and standing up straight was too difficult since my back would seize and prevent me from breathing very well.

I'd get my revenge, but the chair got the last laugh. I had recovered enough to walk mostly normally, so I thought I'd bring the fucker back to World Market. I lifted it (with correct deadlift form, I might add): instant pain. I'd refucked my back. I managed to get rid of the chair (and get a refund), but I set my healing back a week in the process.

Anyway, there's your answer. "How fucked does a chair have to be to fuck up your back?" Not at all, unfortunately. I probably sit for longer periods of time than I should, but if there's one thing this stupid ramble is meant to stress, it's the importance of a good chair. I still haven't found a good replacement.

Take-away points: reclining chairs aren't automatically "good" for your back. Do your research! Instead of buying a gaming chair buy this, and never ever ever trust a chiropractor. (that last one has nothing to do with this story, but is just a good general rule.)

[blood-generation]

hi Tumblr it's been a while since I ranted :3

(Wrote this while listening to Linkin Park)

Anger seeps through my fucking veins like it's blood when I have to first handedly have to see how much my mother does not care about my mental health whatsoever

I feel jealousy towards my dear brother because he got to go to a therapist for 4 YEARS because my mom caught him plucking his eyebrows out of stress. Turns out, he was fucking depressed, and my mom is still ashamed to bring it up because she knows it was her and her old husbands doing.

Meanwhile, my mother and father denied me mental help after 2 therapy sessions because they thought I was magically cured after 2 sessions. I asked my mother multiple times to go to a therapist, but all I got was an ignorant "you still need that?". Like no shit, you caught my SH wounds 3 times, witnessed me go through a panic attack, saw me pull my hair and cry because of stress, saw me rock back and forth like it was insane while I was crying because my father denied me of being his daughter when I refused to bring him a glass of water, YOU WITNESSED ME AT MY WORST MOMENTS AND YOU STILL ASK ME IF I NEED A THERAPIST?!

My mom denied me when I asked if I could stay home the next day after she and my father got into a nasty argument, and literally traumatized me with the things they screamed to each other. She refused to not drop me off at school after I had a full blown panic attack, she refused to help me when I needed it the most.

She compared my self harm to her own shitty past, calling teens these days "weak" For cutting their wrists because of school, while she didn't cry once while being yelled and beaten by her father. I lied to her about doing SH because of school, because I didn't want her to know SHE was the reason.

She slapped me and called me a horrible person for mocking an error text my computer gave me (I didn't know mocking was a bad thing at that time) and then proceeded to mock my crying face.

She called my thighs "fat" After I tried on a swimsuit and asked if I looked okay in it.

She shamed me for using the same bathroom as my father.

She called me ugly, dirty and hairy for refusing to wax my legs, yelled at me, threatened me and called me all sorts of things because I refused to indulge in pain for beauty. She tried to gaslight me into thinking my hair was thick and noticeable, when all my friends and peers can't even notice the hair on my legs unless they look closely.

She yelled at me for wanting to indulge in my own style, called me a man (which I appreciated), called me ugly for it and threatened me for it.

I absolutely hate hearing her voice. I absolutely hate every time she tries to show me love.

I'm writing this publicly because I know she can see this, and I want her to be ashamed for all the shitty things she has done to me.

[studentbyday]

hello, i drafted an aesthetic studyblr post for today, but didn't feel like posting it bc today is an ugly rant kind of day. (more kermits under the cut)

AAAAHHHHHH STUPID FREAKING WINDOWS- 😩😫😭🤬🤬🤬 so i was working on my laptop for these past few days which uses a different ms office version from the computer i switched to today and all my work was LOST!! 😭😭 all the notes i took on OneNote (at least it was just the psyc notes i had done on the laptop - idk what i would do if biochem or mol bio notes were lost. i'd probably cry for real) and all the work i did on that biochem paper? GONE!! my brother uses LibreOffice so i finally switched to that (altho their UI isn't that nice). at this point, i might as well switch to linux (unless that would cause unforeseen problems if i still sometimes do work on windows? idk) 😅 any recs for free notes apps that have a small learning curve and are OneNote-like?

the STRANGEST part is, some of the notes and lost files came back as i was working?? i didn't do anything and i *swear* i wasn't seeing things, so like, WTF??? not that i'm complaining. i hope the entire week of psyc notes i lost comes back. if not, i'll probs rewrite them if i have time. i hope i have time. i really hate this.

also, good thing i didn't like the way i wrote the biochem paper so far. i rewrote the thing in a google doc instead just to be safe and i like the way it flows much better now. AND!!! it's super annoying that i had to do this, but my handwritten notes on the main article i'm basing my paper on were confusing me. like, in terms of the flow of the biochemistry. so i basically rewrote those notes, doing this huge web in paint and idk if i could've done that on the first read instead of the way i did it. i hate feeling like i've done double work.

after rewriting the paper (i'm not even done yet - there are several things i wanna add yet and some facts i wanna clarify) and my notes on the article for said paper, i was exhausted. i tried to switch gears by reading the instructions/background for the biochem discussion post due tmr (that i was supposed to write today 😒) but i don't get it. it's like i didn't cover lipoproteins at all! i don't remember anything! what am i here* for if i can't remember anything?!

update: i answered 1 question for the discussion post. i still have to answer 1 more but i need to finish reading the background info first.

ALSO! i was supposed to study for 6+ hours today. i have no idea how long i actually studied bc i kept stopping and starting the study with me video and i worked through the breaks anyway, so the dinging timers were just annoying.

*"here" as in at uni, studying, although if in the right mood, it could also expand to my entire existence 🙂 (luckily i'm too angry rn to feel philosophical 😒)

okay, let's try not to end so sour. good things that happened today:

physio exercises ✅

skincare ✅ (i have added lip balm to the list asides from lotion bc the chapped state hurts 🙁)

mol bio quiz ✅

journal ✅

tomorrow will be better. and if it doesn't start out right, imma fight it until it is and i won't be defeated 😠

[whore-crusher]

Small Drabble About my HL2VRAI HC

first time posting fanfic hope this goes well ... also yes i am well aware that hl2vrai isn't even out yet i'm just matpat theorizing brah

RATING: E for Everyone

TRIGGER WARNINGS: None

SUMMARY: Uncle Benrey helps Joshua change their file name to something they like better

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“Uncle Ben?” Joshua called, walking into the dark room. The only source of light was the large stack of monitors against one wall, all displaying different things. One showed cameras placed up around rebellion safe points, another being vital Combine technology information, a third being a YouTube ASMR video. The other monitors were things more similar to that third monitor than anything else. Benrey, which had been shortened to Ben by most in the past decade or so, was sitting in a musty office chair hauled straight from Black Mesa. It was apparently his favorite back and the day and he, “Couldn’t just leave it there.”

The chair turned around, revealing the man who Joshua had come looking for. Their hair, once dyed black, had returned to its natural dark brown color. Their eyes glowed an unnatural cyan hue, similar to their brother’s yellow colored eyes. A swirling pattern made it hard to look anywhere but into them. Ben had a natural smile resting on their face, their posture extremely slumped. Like usual, they donned their civilian uniform.

“Hey, Joshie!” She sat up a bit straighter. “What’s up? Ya’ need something from ol’ uncle Benny?” She rested her chin on her hand. Joshua anxiously played with the hem of their hoodie. Ben raised an eyebrow at the display in front of her. “Hey, no need to look so anxious. You know I’ll never be mad or judge you, buddy.”

“Grandpa C said you called me ugly the first time you saw my baby photo.” Joshua chuckled, rolling their eyes. Ben put his hands up, shrugging.

“Guilty as charged, but hey, I haven’t judged you since. At least not without good reason to.” They chuckled. “Now what’s up, you look like you’re about to upchuck on my nice floor.” Ben gestured towards the dusty, dirty floor. Joshua uh’d, shoving their hands in their pockets.

“I was wondering if you could change my file name..?” Joshua asked quietly. Ben’s eyes widened for a second, but not for long. She nodded, turning back to her extensive monitor collection.

“Of course, buddy. Come here.” Joshua walked over, standing over Ben’s shoulder. “Okay, what do you want to change it to?” He asked, opening up Joshua’s folder on his computer. Why everyone trusted him with their files, no one knew.

“Alyx, with a y.” Alyx replied, hands clenched tightly in their pockets. Ben rolled their eyes.

“With a y.” She repeated, chuckling. “Kids these days.” She deleted the ‘Joshua Freeman’ from Alyx’s file name and began typing a new one.

> ai_joshuafreeman |

> ai_ PLEASE INPUT FILE NAME |

> ai_alyxfreeman |

“How’s that look, buddy?” He asked, looking back at Alyx. Alyx nodded, smiling widely. Tears welled in their eyes. Ben turned towards them, wrapping his arms around them in a tight hug. “Aww, don’t cry bro.”

“Thank you, Uncle B.” Alyx hugged them back, happy with their name for the first time in a while.

“‘Course. If you ever wanna change it again, you know who to come to.” She pulled away from the hug, giving Alyx a thumbs up.

[m34gs]

For the fanfic ask game: 4, 7, 8, 13, 27!

Thank you for the ask, friend! I am very excited to answer now that I am feeling better!💜💜 (from this post)

4. a story idea you haven’t written yet

I have...SO MANY. You have no idea. I even cleaned up my folders, and somehow I ended up with MOre??? I'm truly hopeless. This brain doesn't rest. So, I think I'll indulge myself and talk about more than just one :)

Rin is Human: a Blue Exorcist au where Rin is the only human in a school of monsters (I am a sucker for this kind of plot/setting)

Four Brothers: I want to write a really serious Blue Exorcist fic in an AU where none of them are demons or exorcists, where an overworked Mephisto and a heartbroken Amaimon have to suddenly raise their 16 year old brothers Rin and Yukio after Shiro's untimely death. It will be an angsty feast (but I promise no one aside from Shiro dies).

Teach Me to Play: Twisted Wonderland Kalim/Idia fic where Kalim stumbles across the board game club meeting one day and becomes enamored by how expressive Idia is when playing; and subsequently begs Idia to teach him video games and board games so that he can continue seeing those expressions.

Octavinelle wants Trey's baking: for this one I am going to share the notes I have thus far because I feel you'll appreciate them. This is based on one of our many many conversations:

Azul wants Trey’s cooking in his kitchen; he keeps trying to get Trey over there working for him. Trey is confused and also a little nervous that Octavinelle has such an interest in him. Riddle wants to know why the fuck the Octotrio are trying to steal his vice housewarden. Cater is ugly-crying in the corner and eating ice cream straight from the tub because he thinks his boyfriend is gonna get eaten by the fish mafia. Ace and Deuce make Cater’s crying worse.

7. your preferred writing fonts

Times New Roman. Why? Because it's what I'm used to. Yeah, now the default font in Word is calibri and I've gotten used to it, but a long time ago it was Times New Roman and let me tell you, I used to write so much on my family's computer that it became a comfort for me to see (my sister and I both used to take turns writing and we would write for hours and hours; and my mother never denied us our writing time as long as chores and homework were done because she was happy we were being creative and also not getting into trouble). It's a bit nostalgic and it looks right to me. Though, Calibri has grown on me and if I had to choose a second, I would choose that one.

8. if you had to write a sequel to a fic, you’d write one for…

This is so hard. Honestly, if I'm going to write a sequel I usually have it planned before the first fic is done. So, unless it's for one of our ongoing aus (Bar and Saw) or a fic that I've already started writing a sequel for, I don't think that I really would...

But in the spirit of the question, if I *had* to choose, I might write a sequel to If I Lay Here, my Haikyuu!! Shizumo/Yachi fic for whumptober 2023. In the fic, I left off with the girls deciding to run away after Yachi's mother disapproved of their relationship. If I were to do a sequel, it would probably be a snapshot of their time finding themselves and setting themselves up in their new life together.

13. a fandom you’re thinking about writing for

I, too, am thinking of writing for Link Click. Honestly, it's so good. I don't know if I'll wait for Season 3 before I start, it depends on what I want to write and how Season 2 goes (I'll probably decide once I finish watching S2, honestly, but since I do a lotta writing in AUs, I could easily see myself writing for the fandom before S3). I also am sorely tempted to write for Hakata Tonkotsu Ramens, but I'm less confident in that my grasp of the characters in that one, so it might be a while before I venture there.

27. your favorite part of the writing process

I have many favourite parts! One of them is the planning process! I love thinking about an idea and rotating it in my mind until I have a shiny little plot outline :D