#Idk why error is a tall boy

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Error - crayon queen

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Sans undertale by our great god toby fox

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Those F*cking Polaroids

So, I saw Dinner in America recently and I don't know what just happened but it occurred to me to do this.

If you saw the movie you'll understand and if you didn't see it it doesn't really matter and its not really necessary bcs only part of it is based on the movie.

English it's not much frist language, pls sorry for any kind of error.

The Riddler/Edward Nashton x obsessive! gn! reader

Summary: Reader meets Riddler while browsing the Internet and becomes obsessed with him and his plan to unmask the city, and... Maybe send some curious Polaroids after hacking his address.

Warnings/tags: Obsessive behavior, address hacking, a bit of humiliation kink (reader), tall reader (like 2 o 3 cm more than Ed) , weird reader, creepy reader, obsessive reader, a little bit of dom! Reader Sub! Eddie, Eddie is weird too, prob autistic reader(?) and I so sorry but this si so Out of Character Eddie (idk how to write him I'm sorry 😭), I feel like this is kinda boring so uhm at least the beginning es very boring but um it's very long too i think soo Im sorry idk, we need more insane reader

I met The Riddler when I saw a video of him on some strange Internet page that I was on, it was one of his first posts and the beginning of his...career. At first I was just curious about what he wanted to do, we both had a lot in common about what we thought of the city, both of us were abandoned and discarded by those who claimed to take care of us, to look out of us, to give us a better life. Over time I started to see him more, I made an account and saw him on his page, sometimes, very rarely, I would comment on my opinion about what he said, and he really seemed to notice me.

I can't really say when I started to obsess about him, I guess from first moment that I saw him, something happened to me and that's why I kept seeing him.

I felt something, I felt something, I felt something when I saw him, and I think that's what led me to... Take this further. I didn't feel much, not because I was insensitive, I could feel, but nothing was really that exciting or interesting to capture my attention enough to make me feel anything. I work in a coffee shop, it's small, but sometimes fun things happen with customers, but not enough to keep me amused or not bored for the rest of the day, but there's one customer in particular, who comes almost every day, asks for a cappuccino, a pumpkin pie and sits for hours with a notebook to write. Sometimes I keep looking at him longer than necessary, it's interesting to know what might be going through his head, or what things he'll be writing about.

I was sitting watching the news on the small TV in the cafeteria, it was just me and the usual customer, he was, as always, writing things in his notebook. They were talking something about the Mitchell boy, a guy running for mayor of the Gothic City, just like everyone making empty promises, talking shit and more shit.

"This is crap, he should kill himself quickly and then maybe there will be a real change in this fucking city” I whispered thinking that no one would hear me, I took the remote control and was going to change the channel, but a voice stopped me “wait, I want to listen” it was lucky that there was no more noise than the TV and a few cars passing outside, otherwise I wouldn't have heard the low voice that spoke. I turned to look at him and left the control at the inn “do you support that shit?” I asked him, he looked at me for a few seconds and shook his head “no, of course not, he should kill himself for real change” I looked at him for a few seconds, and without saying anything I gave him a small smile. We didn't talk again after that, a new customer arrived and the old one left, I kept my eye on him as he left, and I could see how he sent me one last look and continued on his way.

After work I returned home and prepared for what was coming, today The Riddler (as we called it) would be live at night and I wanted to see it, but I had some things planned to do first. I studied programming for two or three years, I didn't finish my degree thanks to my lack of money and motivation, but I learned enough things to be able to do what I was going to do. Some would call me immoral, sick, or maybe call me a crazy and obsessed freak, but I wasn't interested right now, it never did. I took my computer and started, went to his page and copied the link, continued to go to other forums, writing codes and finally after a good hour I was able to locate his address (or at least that of his computer), I must say that he was quite protected, it cost more than other times, but I succeeded. I smiled when I saw the small bright spot on the screen, which indicated the exact place where his (I assume) house was right now, I didn't plan to know his identity, of course, I wanted to know who he was, but my plans were different.

I put on my clothes, exactly like his, and waited for the live show to start. I took my Instant Camera and left it aside from the computer. As I listened to his voice I could feel my body starting to warm up, I twisted myself a little in my chair and kept looking at him. After 10 minutes, i was hot enough and I started. I lowered my hand and put it under my pants and underwear, let out a sigh and tilted my head back, continued stroking, rubbing and I felt my climax approach, I accelerated my movements and with my free hand I took the camera and took a photo at the time of my ejaculation, waited for the photo to come out and throw it aside, I took my shiny hand out with my cum and took another photo of it, making sure that it could see the computer with the live one.

As the live went on, my breathing calmed down and I smiled excitedly. I could still feel my face warm because of the blush and the moisture of the sweat on my body “this is for you, Riddler...” I thought as I watched the screen. At the end of the live, he said goodbye to everyone and I closed my computer, took a notebook and wrote the Letter I had planned to send him along with the Polaroids

𝘔𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘪𝘳𝘥, 𝘮𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵

𝘐 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦.

𝘐 𝘬��𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘻𝘺, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦.

𝘐 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶,

𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘳𝘶𝘯,

𝘴𝘰 𝘐 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦.

𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘢𝘧𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴,

𝘉𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸.

𝘖𝘯𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘸𝘦'𝘭𝘭 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘰𝘧𝘧.

𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘐 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘯𝘰 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘬.

I kept the Letter together with the Polaroids in a dark green envelope, closed it and saved it for sending tomorrow.

This became part of my routine for months, I wrote him letters, sometimes poems, other times I told him about my day and other times I told him my ideas and plans that he could use to unmask the city. Watching one of his lives, I could notice at one point that he had some Polaroids stuck on the wall, they weren't noticeable enough, but I noticed them.

In those months, I began to talk more with the customer who frequented the cafeteria, his name was Edward, I was never good with names, but I could remember his. We were quite similar, and even if neither of us really talked about their private life or past, I could tell that we had common opinions and other similar tastes, such as music. We were both part of a religious choir, my family was extremely religious and they put me in a church choir, which I left one day, the day I escaped from them. Edward loves riddles and all that kind of thing, he's really good with numbers too, riddles stressed me out, but numbers and calculations always helped me, as did technology. Edward was intelligent, he knew a lot about a lot of things, I didn't, but I liked to hear him ramble and digress about everything he wanted, I liked to hear him and feel that he could teach me, or easily humiliate me in anything he wanted, I studied programming and yet he seemed much wiser on that subject than me

Over time, I started to have some new feelings, feelings for Edward, at first I thought they were friendly, for being my first friend in years i was just excited, but I noticed things, I started to notice too many things in him, and I couldn't help but want to be with him, not as a friend. One day when I asked him for his number, I picked up his phone and quickly installed software and connected it to mine, it had his location and I could see everything he was doing on it, and although I know that there's no justification, I thought “it's to protect him, it's quite naive...” or so I thought. I didn't spend all my time seeing what I was doing or if I was talking to someone (which I didn't really do, I didn't talk to anyone but me)

After work I used to follow him, a part of me couldn't really get to his house, but I always saw him, constantly. I was so enthralled with him, too much, that it started to become painful. Edward, My Edward, was too much for me, everything I felt for him. I started compare him with him, with the Riddler, and I realized things that maybe I shouldn't have done. Looking at his address, I finally noticed his house was in the exact place where the Riddler lived, but it couldn't be him right? Even so, he couldn't know him either, he told me he lived alone, and I know he didn't lie to me.

While I was still with Edward, I continued to fall in, his way of talking, of thinking, of moving, his way of living with others, his hair, his eyes, his lips, his glasses. Everything about him had me trapped, entangled in him, and I didn't want to leave. Obviously, I hadn't forgotten Riddler, but he was different, I couldn't see him or feel like Edward, yet I kept sending him letters and photos, I was still his faithful follower.

I needed to know, I needed to know if what I knew was true, if all these months of research and incredible stupidity had worked, and in fact, Edward is The Riddler.

I warned at work that I was sick so I wasn't, I knew that Edward was at work and that, if my theory was correct, no one would be home. I went up the emergency stairs and saw his apartment, it had white curtains and the window opened easily, I suppose that when we are together I could fix it to make it safer, any freak could come in and do who knows what things. I could see when I was already inside, a large mural with everything related to Batman, the Waynes and Gotham City, I had a small computer in the inn and it was all quite messy and dirty, and full of papers and notebooks. I heard the jingle of the cage that was on the other side of the room and I saw that there were some rats inside, very good Edward, I won't judge your hobbies but I really wouldn't like to live with rats. I saw what the bathroom was like and it was quite dirty, it had empty pill bottles and in the corner there were some dirty clothes. Whether I took a shirt or not is not important. Finally I ventured to what would be his room, and even though his whole apartment was shouting The Riddler at me, I needed one last confirmation, being someone's most private room, I assumed that if Edward really was who I thought he was, everything should be there. I opened the door slowly and the first thing I saw was the large green fabric with the question mark in the middle characteristic of Riddler's fund of his lives, my breath was cut short for a moment and I felt as if I could ejaculate right now. It was him, Edward was, Edward is, the Riddler.

Then I saw them, I saw all of them, the Polaroids, the photos that I sent him together with the letters, each and every one of them in a space on the wall, attached to one side of his bed, there were some separate ones, marked as Favorites, he kept them, he stuck them, he really had me on his wall without even knowing that it was me.

I stayed for at least fifteen more minutes in his room, until I decided it was time to go, not before leaving a small hidden camera, just in case. That same night I couldn't sleep, after watching Riddler's live and knowing who he really was behind that beautiful mask, it could be said that I enjoyed masturbating too much watching him, the Letter was quite intense, demonstrating my devotion and love for him like never before. The next day I was still quite shocked but I knew how to hide it, until Edward, the Riddler, My Edward arrived... When I saw him I became more nervous than I usually would, not out of fear, no, of course not, I was ecstatic, my face burned just thinking about him and having it in front of me it felt as if I had just opened an oven and all the heat would come from it. “Hello Edward, the-the usual?” I asked him, feeling how my voice trembled very slightly “yes, thank you” He told me and sat in the inn in front of me. While I was preparing his coffee and taking out the piece of pumpkin pie I could feel his gaze on my back, burning and burning so exquisitely, I loved to feel his attention on me even though I was almost always the one who had his attention on him all the time, not because he wouldn't pay attention to me, but mostly I let him talk, and I contributed everything I could, but I loved listening to him too much to interrupt him. “Here, your coffee and your pie, it goes around the house, you don't need to pay anything” I said as I handed him his coffee, Edward looked at me surprised “what? -No, it's not necessary..!” ireplied, My Edward is so thoughtful. ”Don't worry Eddie, nobody here cares too much” I tell him and let out a giggle, I look at his eyes and notice that he relaxes, smiles and thanks me, proceeding to drink his coffee and eat his pie.

“Edd, would you like to come to my house today?” I asked her suddenly, seeing the surprise in her eyes, I could see her plump cheeks turning red and I smiled internally when I saw her reaction “you-your house? - I-i don't wanna bother you" he said "you could never bother me Edd, all these months and you don't know it?"

“Sorry, yes, but Uhm.. I have - I have some things to do and I really don't think I can go, I'm sorry” I could notice the nervousness in his voice which made me smile and want to play with him a little more "Come on, they can wait a day” I could see how he frowns and tried to disguise his surprise “what-what? Th-they what?”

"The work, silly. That's why you have to go home right? I know your type of job and they always leave a lot to do even after you finish everything” I could see how he visibly relaxed and the tension was leaving his body. “Yes, I suppose it can wait a little...” he smiled shyly at me. I told him to wait for me for a while since my work ended at 7 (what was in about fifteen minutes)

We walked for about twenty minutes until I reached the door of my apartment, “you know Edward, I've wanted to tell you some things for quite some time, I want to” I start talking as I open the door of my house “I did my homework and I was really surprised by the result, you know?” I let out a laugh, i still don't look at him as I entered the corridor and I locked the door “just in case, there have been some robberies around here” I say calmly, he looked at me confused just a few steps away from me. I looked back at him and finally dropped the “I know who you are, I know you're the Riddler” bomb.

“Who are you?” He seriously asks me “don't worry Eddie” I smile mockingly “I won't do anything to you, nothing you don't want at least” Edward takes only two steps towards me but immediately retreats as I approach him “don't even try anything Eddie, it's my house, I know it better than anyone” I walk slowly to him seeing how he goes back to girls with the wall next to the door that leads to the living room. Being close enough to feel his breath on my face, I start talking, “you know, I dreamt about this more times than I should, but before it wasn't you, well, it was you, but I didn't know it. Fantasize about the Riddler more times than you have done about destroying the city and its corruption. Later, I met you, we start talking and I could obsess with someone with a real face and name, but then... They were never two people were they? Just two personalities, Edward and Riddler” as I spoke I could feel like all their attention was on me, our eyes never disconnected until I approached him and whispered softly in his ear “but between us, we both know what the real one is, right?” I returned to his eyes, and for the first time it was me who kept talking, all too excited confessing to him. I took his shoulders and guided him to the door next to him, turned him around and made sure that his back would rest on me and let his eyes see all of my room, where everything related to Riddler and Eddie was, each of the points I connected and some photos I took without him noticed it “after a quick visit to your dirty apartment, I was able to confirm every single thing you see there, the Riddler was, in fact, my Edward” I squeeze his shoulders, and my voice breaks slightly thanks to my head, supporting my head on his shoulder and looking at him sideways, seeing his reaction to everything, I smile more broadly, I could confidently say that It's going to hurts my cheeks if I went on like this more time. “You, little mouse, were the cause of my obsession for months, and not only the Riddler, but also like Edward and, I swear, finding out that they were always just you, everything increased at least a hundred times more” I walked up to him, now looking at me again “Edward, Edward Nashton” I put my hands on his blushed cheeks “everything you see there is for you, And more, all the insane things I've done since I met you I did them for and for you, I am completely yours from the moment I found you, and oh God, seeing how you kept and pasted those Polaroids that I sent you was like getting to heaven, seeing that you really saw me without even knowing who I was makes me squirm in my bed like a teenager in love. You didn't know it and you already missed me”

Eddie put his hands on my hands that supported his cheeks, and spoke for the first time in minutes “it was always you, the one with the Polaroids..? Were you always the one who wrote all those letters to me? For Riddler?” she asked softly looking into my eyes “of course it was me, of course it was always me, Eddie” I smiled at him big time. "You don't- you don't know how those Polaroids affected me, what they did to me... You don't know how much those Polaroids worked on me...” the intensity in his gaze could cross walls if he could, but in me it only pierced my heart “oh Eddie-” without being able to finish, I felt like Edward kissed me intensely, melting at his touch I let myself go, I felt his teeth hitting mine thanks to the hardness of the kiss, his tongue entered my mouth and with pleasure I let him do what he wanted with me, his hands came down from mine to my waist and they hugged me tightly, I let out a moan through the feeling, his mouth and mine, his lips and the Mine, his tongue and mine are twisting, Edward let out a moan when he felt my pelvis hit his, being able to feel his growing bulge in his pants.

I took his hands and slowly raised them up my body until I left them on my shoulders hugging them, instead I lowered mine and tucked them under his jacket and t-shirt, feeling their quality leather. I slowly went up and down my hands all over his torso, squeezing his skin on my hands, feeling like Eddie let out small gasps in the kiss.

After a hot session of kissing and touching as a result of an intense declaration of my love for him, we were lying on my bed, staring intently at each other without saying anything, too busy keeping every detail about each other to talk. “Edward” I call him in a whisper, getting a “hum?” on his part “this isn't a dream, is it?” I asked him, “if this is a dream, I wish I would never wake up” and he answered.

Hello! This is the first fic that I will publish here on Tumblr, I don't know if I make it constant but if you like the way I write (which I doubt because I myself feel that it is quite bad, especially since it's not in my language)

I feel like the ending goes by very quickly, I'm sorry it's 1am and ik tired, and I'm also sorry for the very likely OOC! Edward, I'm not very good at capturing the essence of a character already created unless I created it hehrjee I'm sorry

Even with all that, I hope that if you finished it and it didn't bored you, you liked it and you can make any suggestions and/or corrections to me, I don't know if I'm taking request or something, but you can still send them to me and I'll see if I could do them:)

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OKAY OKAY IM GETTING MY FRIEND TO WATCH UNDERVERSE FOR THE FIRST TIME AND SHE DOESNT EVEN KNOW WHAT UNDERTALE IS SO HER OUT OF CONTEXT COMMENTARY IS SO FUCKING AMAZING I HAVE TO DOCUMENT IT AND MY EXPLANATIONS

For context, anything in () will be my explanations

@speak-now-girlies-unite because she said to tag her

is he wearing slippers omg this is amaxing

omg love me a male wife 🤭

soul absorption fancy (Yeah that basically means "haha I stole half of your life source lol, now gimme the other half and die")

i love the name ink so much

DID HE JUST THROW UP IN HIS EXCITEMENT OF TALKING ABOUT SOMETHING???? JUST LIKE ME FRFR (YEAH THATS WHAT HE DOES ITS KINDA QUIRKY)

crying? bb boy let me buy you a hamster to wipe your tears with

cross omg cool name

omg is that the error guy (YEA THATS THE ERROR GUY![I had previously talked about him]) YEAH (HES HOT RIGHT?) YEAH (YEAH)

the white/red soul thing is making me zzzzbrrrrr in interest (Ohohoho, youre gonna love this) that makes me also zzzbrrr in interest

samn that’s kinda sad i wanna write fanfiction about his sad life

oh my god is that a real life skater boy, with a backwards cap am i hallucinating (THATS FRESH HES SO FUCKING COOL)

he has a backwards cap (ITS GOT A LITTLE PROPELLER ON TOP TOO) does it really omg (YEAH) WOO

dark spaghetti thing ?? (which one, the emo?) Yeah I think so *intermission to find what the dark spaghetti is* (THATS NOT THE EMO THATS NIGHTMARE IM CRYING) seems pretty emo to me (trust me there's more)

OH MY GOD THE SUN PERSON >>>> (THE SUN PERSON I CANT) HES EXISTEDIN MY BRAIN FOR FIVE SECONDS I LOVE HIM

HIS NAME IS PAPYRUS??? LIKE THE ANCIENT EGYPTIAN SCROLLS? (THE PAPYRUS FONT AND COMIC SANS THATS WHY SANS MAKES JOKES) OHHHH

ketchup???

OH YMG SO THE SUN PERSONS BACK!!! His name is dream ? (Yes his name is dream) funsies🤭✨ (dream and nightmare) omg that makes sense

also i recognize that you’ve told me about them before right? (yes I have) 🤭

second person pov>

the shot of ink blinking at sans and frisk’s convo>>>>

officially frisk is my daughter

ink makes my brain go so vrrbbbbb (Ink makes my brain want to slaughter him /lh) oh damn what does he do😔 ... ACTUALLY don’t tell me i’ll find out<3

NOT THE FALLEN DOWN STOP💔💔💔 (YEAH FALLEN DOWN IS ORIGINALLY FROM UNDERTALE) YEAH I KNEW THAT I SHOULDVE PREPARED MYSELF SKDNDJ

(have you seen the emo yet?) he sounds kinda like a five year old having a tantrum he looks cool though (the golden tooth boi? Yeah thats him) funnnn

oo getting hyped up

omg fight scene? slay

omg x event - no clue what that is but it sounds cool

more soul absorption

i have mixed feelings on that word because as much as it’s cool it reminds me of the word moist

heart ?

he’s got that swagger that only people who talk in comic sans can have

re e e ed re e e ed

“sleeping is more fun than corrupting timelines” sleeping is more fun than a lot of thng - but i feel like corrupting timelines would be fun

is sans gay😨❓

i feel like i’m reading this wrong

manipulate manwhore mansplain

his special attack- he turns into an anime girl with plot armor - oh no he just pulls a rachel dare funsies

he saved the day with the power of bad puns (And a slipper) And a slipper

(Also who tf were you asking who was gay for who) idk who tf he is but he was like “there was this guy” and that was my first thought sjsnskdnsk😭 (WHICH GUY WHATD HE LOOK LIKE???) IDK EVIL??? (WAS HE THE TALL MOTHER FUCKER WITH WEIRD BLACK STRIPEY EYES THAT MET WITH INK? I NEED TO KNOW BECAUSE HE MIGHT BE GAY) -proceeds to investigate who the supposed gay man is- (I WAS RIGHT IT IS THE TALL MOTHER FUCKER WITH WEIRD BLACK STRIPEY EYES) WHAT DOES THAT MEAN??? (IM A FFUCKING GENIUS WITH GUESSING THIS SHIT) GOOD OR BAD? (no he's not gay, you'll find more about him later)

god he’s a mood

OO THE ERROR GUY

go girl give us nothing

This is just from the first two episodes, be ready for more

[im-no-jedi]

MLWTBB: Master and Commander

Part 11 of the “My Life With The Bad Batch” series, a (mostly) canon compliant self-insert story set in “The Bad Batch”  

rated: T warnings: descriptions of food and eating, implied self-harm, gun violence relationships: Hunter/self-insert, Omega & self-insert (adopted siblings), The Bad Batch & self-insert chapter word count: 3300+ words

✨MLWTBB masterlist✨

summary: when Hannah’s already hectic life becomes almost too much to bear, Master Gildish gifts her a new companion to help ease the burdens, as well as give Hannah a new friend to live with. however, the Bad Batch are not so thrilled with Hannah’s new robotic ally, which causes major tension in Hannah’s relationship with Echo and Hunter.

notes: been a while since I’ve written something from Omega’s perspective! I love this little girl so freaking much and idk why I don’t write more about her 🥺 her internal dialogue about Hunter is my favorite part of this chapter haha

A/N: this story has not been proofread by anyone other than myself. so apologies for any uncaught errors 😬

previous chapter

Chapter 6: A Different Perspective

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Supply drop missions were rarely ever interesting. Yet that seemed to be what Cid usually had the Bad Batch do for her. They’d lost count of how many times they’d simply transported cargo from one location to the next, never asking questions of either side. Sure, there’d been a few times where things got pretty crazy, like their fairly recent visit to Ryloth. But overall, the trips were quite boring. The boys rarely ever complained; they were used to doing all kinds of tasks and had accepted the fact that they needed to do whatever they could to earn money.

Omega had a different opinion though. Although it was fun and exciting to visit new planets and see different kinds of people and creatures, there wasn’t much else to look forward to besides that. In all honesty, most of the time she looked forward more to their trips back to Ord Mantell so she could see Hannah again and get her traditional celebratory bag of Mantell Mix.

Today was one of those instances for sure.

It had already been disappointing having to leave without saying goodbye to Hannah, but the mission itself ended up being especially bland. A quick and simple supply drop to Pantora, nothing more. There wasn’t even anything new to discover since the last time Omega had been to the planet, so she didn’t even bother getting out of the ship this time. She wanted to get back to Hannah’s home as soon as possible.

The overnight trip back felt like an eternity. As soon as the Marauder touched down on Ord Mantell, Omega was already out of the ship, eager to head to Cid’s so she could see Hannah. Just being with her big sister would be more entertaining than anything that had happened on that boring mission. She didn’t even care about getting any Mantell Mix yet, although Wrecker definitely didn’t feel the same way and promised to bring some back for her at the parlor.

It was more of a sprint than a walk to Cid’s Parlor. Familiar neon signage greeted Omega, and her face lit up both from the sign and her pure joy at being back there. She jumped down the last few steps as opposed to walking and eagerly stepped into the parlor. Her eyes immediately began scanning for her sister.

The parlor seemed to be pretty empty at the moment as the only people she could see were, unsurprisingly, Bolo and Ketch. They noticed Omega come in and greeted her with waves, which Omega responded with as well. She was about to ask them where Hannah was before suddenly noticing a strange figure near the bar.

A tall person wearing a cloak and a flat cone hat stood behind the counter, facing away. Soft humming could be heard from them, and from what could be seen, they appeared to be cleaning some cups. Omega had no idea who it was, but she was pretty sure it wasn’t Hannah.

After approaching the counter, Omega curiously watched the person a bit longer to see if they would notice her, but they seemed to be too engrossed in their cleaning. She stepped around closer to the person and softly cleared her throat, but still no response. “Hello!” she said in a friendly tone.

That got the person’s attention. Their head perked up and they made a curious noise before finally turning to face Omega.

Omega let out a gasp. Her eyes went wide, and she took a step back out of shock.

The person wasn’t a person at all.

It was a droid.

A Battle Droid.

“Oh, hello!” the Battle Droid said in a chipper tone. “Are you here for a drink? Oh wait, I’m not supposed to serve children...”

Omega was still too shocked to respond and instinctively reached back for her bow, forgetting she’d left it back on the Marauder.

“Waaaaaait a minute...” The Battle Droid leaned down closer to Omega, making her gasp again. “I recognize you... you’re Omega, aren’t you?”

Omega still couldn’t respond, and her eyes went wide again at hearing her own name.

“It’s nice to finally meet you!” The Battle Droid reached out a hand towards Omega, and she backed away into a defensive position.

“Don’t try anything funny!” Omega proclaimed, balling her small hands into fists.

“Funny?” The Battle Droid scratched the side of his head curiously. “Well, Master Hannah says I’m funny without trying, so I can’t promise anything, sorry.”

Master Hannah? Is that really what he said?

It suddenly became apparent that Omega had jumped to conclusions too quickly. The droid wasn’t being hostile in the slightest, and although she’d been warned about people “putting on a face” before, that didn’t seem to be the case with him. Honestly, the cloak and funny hat should’ve tipped her to it earlier. But especially hearing the droid mention Hannah’s name – never mind the title he’d given her – put Omega more at ease. Her fists unclenched and her face softened, giving way to both curiosity and confusion now.

Another figure suddenly entered in from the hallway, carrying a few bottles. “Alright, I think this is everything we ne—oh!” A very surprised Hannah stood behind the droid and was looking at Omega in shock.

“Look who it is, master!” the Battle Droid proclaimed, gesturing to the little girl in front of him. “Your sister is finally back from her trip!”

“I can see that, thank you,” Hannah replied with a soft chuckle. She stepped around to stand by Omega and gave her a cheesy grin. “Sooooo some stuff happened while you guys were gone...”

Seeing Hannah get flustered coupled with the overall craziness of the situation sent Omega into a fit of laughter. “Obviously!”

It didn’t take too long for Hannah to explain the whole story of how she acquired the droid. Omega sat and listened intently, never questioning anything beyond asking for clarification. Like Hannah, she thought it was absolutely ridiculous that Gildish had thrust the droid on her so suddenly. But at the same time, she could see the benefits of having him right away, despite his existence as a Battle Droid. If Gildish had made sure that he didn’t have any memories from the war, then what was there to worry about?

Hannah also made sure to privately inform Omega that she didn’t want the droid learning about his previous life as a Clone killer for fear of it upsetting him. She wasn’t worried that his memories would come back or anything like that, she simply wanted to protect him emotionally.

“Aww, that’s really sweet,” Omega cooed with a giggle.

“He’s a good boy,” Hannah said, her lower lip pouting. “He’s been super excited to meet you guys since I told him about you. And I just know that finding out he used to kill Clones would devastate him.”

Omega promised she wouldn’t say anything, although the same probably couldn’t be said for her brothers...

“Yeah, about that...” Hannah scratched the back of her neck nervously. “Can you help me convince them that he’s not a threat? I knew you wouldn’t have much of a problem with him, but I’m worried the boys are gonna immediately try and kill him or something...”

“Don’t worry, I’ll do whatever I can to help,” Omega replied and gave Hannah a reassuring pat on the arm.

“Thanks, sis.” Hannah returned the pat and added a little squeeze on Omega’s shoulder. “I’m hoping once they see how helpful he is, it won’t be a problem anymore.” She looked over at the counter where the droid still stood. He was in the process of wiping down the counter, humming to himself like he’d been doing earlier, and it made Hannah giggle.

“I mean, I think it’s pretty impressive that you got him doing all your chores in just one day,” Omega said with a nod.

“Half a day, actually,” Hannah smugly replied. “He catches on pretty quick. I swear the Commander droids were programmed to be smarter or something.”

Immediately after saying that, the droid let out a “whoops!”, drawing the girls’ attention. “This isn’t the counter cleaner,” he said, holding up one of the bottles Hannah had brought in. “This one is for carpets!”

Omega clutched her mouth tightly with her hands to stifle her laughter while Hannah let out a long sigh. “Well, he listens well, at least,” Hannah dryly said.

After correcting his mistake and recleaning the counter, the Battle Droid asked if there was anything else he could help with. Hannah couldn’t think of anything at the moment as it seemed everything had been taken care of, thanks to his help. But she quickly added that she was sure it wouldn’t last, as messes were quite common in the parlor.

Sure enough, as if to prove her point, Bolo came over with a half-filled cup in his hand and ended up tripping on a corner of one of the game tables. The cup went flying out of his hands, along with the liquid inside. Hannah was unfortunately in the line of fire and ended up getting splashed with most of the liquid, while the cup itself crashed against the back wall, knocking off an entire bottle of alcohol onto the floor.

Bolo quickly began apologizing to Hannah, who was too stunned to even move. Ketch came over and began berating Bolo for being such a klutz, but Hannah stopped him and said it was fine, although it was clear she was holding back any frustration she might’ve had. With a long sigh, Hannah began hobbling to the refresher to get herself cleaned up, while the Battle Droid proudly proclaimed that he would clean up the rest of the mess while she was gone.

“I-I should be the one to clean it up,” Bolo meekly admitted, pressing his hands together in shame.

“Nonsense!” the Battle Droid exclaimed. “You’re a patron here. Plus, it was just an accident. I don’t mind cleaning it up!”

Nobody tried to stop him after hearing that. Ketch teasingly told Bolo he was lucky Hannah’s new droid was so considerate, unlike him. That of course caused a scuffle to break out between them, and Omega had to practically shove them away.

“Boy, those two sure do fight a lot,” the droid commented as he got to work picking up the pieces of broken bottle on the floor. “You’d think they were enemies instead of friends.”

“Friends can fight,” Omega replied, taking a seat on one of the bar stools. “Family too. Anybody can get into a fight with someone else, no matter how close they are.”

“Doesn’t fighting someone mean that you don’t like them though?”

“Not necessarily. You can fight with the people you love just as easily as an enemy. Trust me, I’ve seen it happen enough to know.”

The droid’s head suddenly popped up over the counter, although it was mostly just his hat. “Have you ever gotten into a fight, Miss Omega?”

Omega giggled at both the question and the properness of the droid. “Not with anyone in my family. But that doesn’t mean I won’t ever fight with them. It’s natural.”

The droid hummed thoughtfully. “I can’t imagine ever fighting with someone like that. Maybe fighting is just an organic thing.”

Omega had nothing to say after that. She had several things she could’ve said to him, but considering what Hannah had asked, it was better to leave the conversation alone.

A few minutes went by in silence, other than the sound of the droid still humming to himself as he cleaned up the mess on the floor. Bolo and Ketch had thankfully taken their squabble outside, so it was just Omega and the droid inside the parlor now. Omega thought about how her brothers would be mortified to see her hanging out alone with a Battle Droid, as if she couldn’t handle him on her own if she had to. By then though, Omega had no doubts that the droid was exactly as Hannah had presented him: a willing and able curious soul in need of purpose beyond his former status as a soldier of war.

Wow, no wonder Hannah had gotten attached to him so quickly. Worded like that, he sounded no different from the Clones. How ironic.

Suddenly, the entrance door to the parlor slid open and a tall, boisterous figure stepped in carrying two bags of Mantell Mix. “Who’s ready to munch some Mix with me?” the overtly loud voice of Wrecker exclaimed.

Externally, Omega was happy to see her brother arrive with the Mix he’d promised to get her. But internally, she was strongly wishing Hannah would show up soon so she wouldn’t have to explain the droid on her own.

Thankfully, the droid was once again too engrossed in his work to acknowledge anyone. And since the droid was still crouched down behind the counter, Wrecker hadn’t noticed him yet either. Omega could munch on some Mix in peace for the time being.

Barely a minute went by before two more figures entered the parlor. “For the last time, Echo,” Tech stated as he adjusted his goggles in irritation. “We are not installing heaters into the ship’s seats. The fuel consumption would be both detrimental and costly.”

“Well, I think it would be worth it,” Echo retorted, firmly planting his only hand on his hip. “You try having a bunch of metal limbs and see how cold you get all the time!”

“If it bothers you that much,” Tech continued. “We can get some extra blankets instead. Less expensive and easier to maintain. Perhaps Hannah would even be willing to give you some of hers.”

“No, I’m not gonna take Hannah’s stuff from her,” Echo retorted again, harsher than before.

“Speakin’ of,” Wrecker interjected, his mouth full of Mix. “Where is she anyway?”

Omega quickly swallowed the Mix in her mouth to tell them that Hannah was in the refresher and hopefully would be out soon. She internally stressed the “hopefully” even more as Hunter quietly entered the parlor and took a seat next to her.

“Ya know, maybe we should wait for her up in the apartment,” Omega suggested, barely able to hide her anxiousness. “She’s still got a lot of work to do after all.”

“Really?” Wrecker looked around the parlor curiously. “Place looks pretty empty to me.”

“Pretty clean too,” Hunter added as he ran a finger across the counter. “Haven’t seen the place so neat since she tried to bribe Cid into giving her a day-off for her birthday.”

“Boy, she must’ve been real bored while we were gone,” Echo commented.

“Or stressed,” Tech added. “She often does things she normally hates doing when she’s feeling overwhelmed, which sounds like was the case before we left.”

All Omega could think to herself was how much more stressed Hannah was going to be once she came back into the room. Which she still hoped would be soon. Omega herself was starting to get overwhelmed with stress, and it apparently was starting to show.

“Ya alright, kid?” Hunter asked, leaning closer to Omega.

Omega jolted upright and forced a smile. “Oh! Yeah! I’m great! Just happy to be back, that’s all!”

Darn Hunter and his high intuition. Even if Omega wasn’t apparently so terrible at keeping a straight face, he was undoubtedly going to figure out what was going on before anyone else did.

After giving Omega an odd look, Hunter’s brows suddenly turned down and his attention began to drift behind the counter.

“Scrap,” Omega internally cursed to herself.

Thankfully, Tech and Echo were still in a heated discussion over the blanket situation, while Wrecker munched on his Mix and listened to the conversation intently. But Hunter was now getting out of his seat and clearly about to walk behind the counter. Omega had to think fast. What could she do to stop him? Could she stop him? Could anything stop Hunter when he was determined to do something?

Darn Hunter for being so cool.

“Uhh, Hunter, wait!” Omega quickly got out of her seat to try and stop him, but wasn’t quick enough. Both of them stood behind the counter, staring down at the hunched over and softly humming figure on the floor.

“D-Don’t mind him!” Omega exclaimed, tugging on Hunter’s arm. “He’s just--”

The figure suddenly stood up, and Hunter protectively put an arm in front of Omega. A wet towel and a bottle of cleaning solution was placed on the counter as the figure let out a satisfied sigh. Then the figure turned, finally revealing himself fully.

“Oh, hello!” the Battle Droid cheerfully said to Hunter with a wave. Then his arms flew into the air as he found himself on the other end of Hunter’s blaster. He got so startled, his hat went flying off, revealing his identity even more.

“Clanker!!” Wrecker shouted, nearly choking on some Mix.

In an instant, the other three Clones had their blasters out and pointed at the droid as well.

“No, wait, stop!” Omega exclaimed, waving her arms out. She forced herself away from Hunter and took a protective stance in front of the droid. “Don’t shoot him!”

“Omega, get away from that thing!” Hunter exclaimed in reply.

“It’s ok!” Omega responded, keeping her arms out to protect the droid. “He’s not a threat!”

“Don’t joke with us, Omega!” Echo harshly replied. More so than any of the others, he seemed to hold the most hostility towards the droid.

“I’m not joking!” Omega said in desperation. “Would you all just calm down please?”

“I’d like that too, actually,” the Battle Droid plainly added.

“Shut up, droid!” Echo barked.

The droid started to cower behind Omega in fear, while the little girl stared down each of her brothers intensely. The tension in the room was almost too much to handle, but Omega stood firm, same as her brothers.

“Oh, really?!” The exasperated voice of Hannah suddenly drew everyone’s attention. She had a towel clutched in her hands and looked like she was about to chuck it at someone from how irritated she was. “Blasters down, right now!” she commanded, thrusting a finger at the floor for emphasis.

“You’re not serious,” Hunter said, shaking his head in disbelief.

“You better believe I’m serious!” Hannah stomped over to the counter and stood next to Omega, getting fully in front of the droid. The harsh look she gave each of the Clones pierced through their very souls. “Blasters. Down.”

Wrecker and Tech looked to Hunter for approval, and he grudgingly lowered his blaster, prompting the other two to do the same. Echo was more stubborn about it, but after another harsh look from Hannah, he too lowered his blaster, more aggressively than the others.

“Did I do something wrong, master?” the Battle Droid innocently asked, pressing his fingers together sheepishly.

“No, no, you’re fine, don’t worry about it,” Hannah reassured him. She gave his arms a rub, then reached down to grab his hat and placed it back on his head with a smile and a pat.

The others couldn’t believe what they were seeing. “What the hell is going on?” Hunter sternly asked.

“Take a minute to calm down and I’ll tell you,” Hannah replied, crossing her arms and continuing to stare at him harshly.

Hunter scoffed and also crossed his arms, mimicking Hannah’s harsh scowl.

The Battle Droid peeked out from behind Hannah and said, “You’re just as intimidating in real life as you are in the picture, sergeant!”

Hunter’s scowl morphed into a confused look, while Hannah’s morphed into a smug smirk.

Stuck in between both of them, Omega let out a sigh. Clearly, the tension in the room wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon. Guess the droid was going to get a lesson about families fighting after all...

[next chapter]

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Soo~o... I can't NOT do this, you know? I'm addicted to your writing (and especially you writing OP boys) and can we ever have enough sweets? Nooo~o. :D Could I... *tweedles thumbs* ask for: frozen yoghurt with marshmallows, a fruit tart on the side, a ginger bread cookie aaand some ice cream cake? With some whipped cream and caramel :D And perhaps with Marco / OP? Or completely random: With Corsa (Alabaster Arc), who I think I've never read anything about? Thank youu!!! <3

hi omg thank you for requesting again ♡꒰ᵕ༚ᵕ⑅꒱ also ty for being patient with my slow slow writing, but i wanted to take my time since this is my first marco fic lmao anyway i hope you have fun reading 🥰️

4.6k words, fem reader, nsfw, 18+ mdni, fluff somewhere in the middle maybe, angst, smut smut smut; reader is a brat and stubborn, marco isn't any better and is a lil mean when he's annoyed; feat. cute stuff like nipple play, spanking, oral (f receiving, m giving), overstimulation, marco's a greedy mfer idk what to tell u if u see any grammatical errors, no u didn't 😌

the sun sits low in the violet sky, kissing the horizon gently, casting a delicate, golden light along the underbelly of the fluffy clouds above with splashes of pinks, oranges, and light purples slowly swirling about. it’s magical, you tell yourself as you watch the sun sink further, a spell from mother nature herself.

it’s a belief you’ve held onto since you were a child, one that you tend to keep to yourself; people love to turn their noses up at strange ideas, and unfortunately, you learned that lesson the hard way many years ago. you drum your fingers along the railing of the balcony, enjoying the way the clouds resemble cotton candy; you reach a hand out as if you can scoop some into your palm, wanting a bit of that magic to help get you through the week.

a bitter wind blows close by, and you shiver, pulling your jacket around you tightly as you look over your shoulder. you absolutely detest winter — the way you can never keep warm enough, the snow is always terribly slippery, making you slide and fall over. you also hate that you’re stuck sharing a room with the incredibly obnoxious, first division commander. with your jaw clenched, you turn back to watch the sunset, determined to absorb as much warmth and magic as you can.

the wind brings a flush over your cheeks, nose, and ears; you should head back inside, find a spot to warm up, and go to sleep — but the idea of sleeping is out of the question.

marco is as insufferable as he is absurd — for being tall and more handsome than necessary, for being so naturally personable and so knowledgeable, for having no qualms about helping those in need, for being gifted with his hands, for teasing you without even trying, for making you flustered every time he’s near you — and you refuse to let him get the best of you.

obviously, he finds the situation laughable — particularly because you are so against it and vocalized said opinion earlier at lunch in front of everyone. you were so damn determined, went to various crew mates to try and trade spots but they all said the same damn thing: what? why? you and the commander get along so well. it’s not that he goes out of his way to get under your skin, but you make it easy enough. maybe he likes seeing you struggle to find a retort; maybe he likes that when you do find one, that you throw it at him with as much strength as you can muster — but without the venom necessary to make it hurt; or maybe he really doesn’t like you at all.

oil and water. that’s what you told him weeks ago. you’ll never be able to see eye-to-eye on anything because you are two completely different people. except, that’s not true at all — you’re both just too stubborn to see it. especially you. still, you’ll never openly admit that, and keep reminding yourself that had you not taken your time earlier, you’d have found a room that wasn’t occupied by him.

“foolish,” you mumble, breath visible from the cold; another annoyance, another thing to deal with. if you stay outside any longer, your fingers will fall off, so you do the sensible thing and return to the room in the hopes of warming up a bit. after being stuck on the winter island for days due to a persistent and heavy snowstorm, the weather finally lifts a bit. you suggested that your crew sail out last night, but marco vetoed the idea stating that there was no harm in staying for a few more nights — much to your annoyance, the rest of the crew cheered for his decision and the inn remained booked to capacity for the duration of the week.

the owners are ecstatic to have such a lively group stay with them — it’s almost hard to believe that you’re all pirates.

the first division commander was given the task of sailing out there to scope out the newest territory under whitebeard’s protection, but what you hadn’t considered was marco personally volunteering you to assist him with making house calls around the village. given the weather and overwhelming volume of patients, marco takes it upon himself to assist the practicing physician make their rounds in the area. it’s easy given that most of the inhabitants of the sleepy village are in relatively good health.

you watched him carefully and tallied all his grave offenses over the course of the week — the way he made the children laugh, the way he took his time explaining things to various patients, the way he’d randomly look over and catch you staring intently, the way he’d snort and try to fight back laughter only to fail miserably and laugh anyway. a thorn that you keep pricking yourself on, and just when you think you’ve reached your limit, he finds a way to push you completely over the edge.

of course, the room he chose only has one bed; on the first night you boldly declare that you refuse to share the bed with him and despite him saying that there’s enough space, stop being silly you still took refuge on the lone chair in the room and placed slept near the desk. he frowned at that, shot you a disparaging look — irritation at your immaturity given the circumstances — but didn’t fight you on it. you don’t remember when or how, but sometime during the night, marco swapped places with you. when you eventually wake up, feeling surprisingly refreshed and body ache free, you find him completely knocked out, asleep at the desk, a medical textbook open in front of him.

guilt seeps into your pores, has you scramble out of bed quickly, feet softly padding on the cold floor, shivering as you drag one of the thick blankets with you so you can drape it over his large body. bottom lip trapped between your teeth, you roll it back and forth in silent contemplation. because you’re not ungrateful, you lean forward and whisper thank you against his skin, lips making contact with his cheek as you leave behind a soft, chaste kiss. he stirs after that, making you leap back, hand pressed to your chest as your heart does the most disrespectful thing — beats rapidly, drowning out your thoughts, making you dizzy. when he doesn’t move again, you hop back into bed and curl onto your side and bury your head underneath the pillow.

when you see him later that day, he doesn’t thank you for sharing the blanket — on the other hand, you don’t think him for giving you the bed, either. his reasoning is because he’s still trying to figure out how best to broach the subject of you kissing him — or, his cheek, rather — and running away after. he considers himself a somewhat patient man, but with how much time he’s given you to get over your stubbornness, he’s not sure how much longer he’ll last at this rate.

your lips haunt him throughout the day, well into the night when you pretend to be asleep while he sits at that same desk, flipping through another book, but not absorbing a damn thing — he wonders why he hasn’t said anything yet, or why you still refuse to look at him, but he knows one of these days you’ll eventually concede. he must be patient, that’s all.

the following night tests your resolve; you make a small barrier with the pillows on the bed, struggling for a few minutes, even after he asks repeatedly if you need any help — but you decline, as you always do — before finishing and designating sides. eyebrow quirked; he looks at you in confusion. “it’s a bit much, don’t you think?” you inhale deeply, remind yourself to be as pleasant as possible and do your best to ignore the way his dark eyes keep you rooted in place.

“no,” you say quietly, but muster more courage to speak louder. “i think it’s an excellent idea. this way we can both lay on the bed without an issue.” you spent most of the day coming up with ideas and this was the best one; marco’s lips curl and he laughs without remorse.

“the problem is, the bed’s too small for that.” he checks the time and grabs his scarf. “i’m going out for a bit,” he says suddenly, “i’ll be back later.” he lingers by the doorway and says, almost as an afterthought, “i suggest you keep brainstorming,” before leaving.

you grab a pillow at random, determined to toss it at his retreating form, but don’t; instead, you flop onto the bed and bury your face in it, letting out a distressed cry out of frustration. no matter what you do, it seems the universe is determined to undermine your plans. maybe you should just stop fighting so much and see where things go, but when you think about the prospect of dropping your guard down around him, your mind spins — makes you lightheaded and impossibly foolish. you realize, belatedly, that the pillow you’re using is the one he used the night before.

it’s only evident because you’d recognize his cologne anywhere — it’s the kind to siphon all of the logic in your body, infiltrates your lungs so that it’s all you can smell and think about — you push the pillow away and roll onto your back, groaning audibly as you stare up at the ceiling. by the time marco gets back, you’re asleep, holding his pillow to your chest. naturally, he tries to pry it out of your arms, but you’re stronger than you give yourself credit for — so he acquiesces and after changing his clothes, climbs into the bed with you. just as he said before, there’s enough room for both of you; but he knows why you keep fighting him, and it’s amusing to see how far you’ll go to keep up the ruse.

again, you’re compromised, as marco’s arm rests around you lazily, his pillow discarded somewhere, and what’s worse is that you were possessed to do the unthinkable last night — cling to his body for warmth. his body temperature runs hotter than normal, so he’s the ideal person for you to share a small space with given the circumstances. however, when you take into consideration that you can barely function when he’s ten feet away let alone right next to you, this is the worst kind of situation to be in. your traitorous body makes it difficult to untangle yourself from his hold, but you succeed only to scoot too close to the edge of the bed and fall off.

“damn it,” you rub your shoulder and when you get off the floor, you see that he’s awake and doing a poor job of concealing his laughter again. a flush forces you to stomp away and angrily head to the bathroom to take a shower in the hopes of cleansing yourself of the indecent scenarios your mind keeps bombarding you with. you’re pretty sure he’s doing it on purpose, riling you up to the point where a single touch from him has you spiraling out of control. no amount of cold water can expunge the remaining heat from your body — the one that found you late last night when your fatigue had you so delusional that you languidly threw your leg around his, hands absently roaming along his exposed skin, your justification being that it was more comfortable to lay like that.

he was more than okay with that reasoning and wasn’t inclined to let you go; not when your body was so soft and pliable, where your breathing slowed to match his. he’d be a fool to disrupt that serenity and, besides, he liked having you to himself — away from the interference of the others.

you do your best to avoid interacting with him as much as possible, scurry off to the room under the guise of taking a nap — where he gives you an unreadable look in response, one that has tiny butterflies flapping around nervously in your stomach, that makes your hands shake, before telling you he’d be back later in the afternoon. nodding seems to be the only thing you’re capable at that moment, shutting the door in his face before lounging on the bed. frustration swells inside of you, splashing around angrily as you berate yourself internally.

there’s no real reason for you to be this difficult with him, but you’re unsure of how to proceed — your feelings are all over the place and you feel like throwing up constantly. if this is what the initial stage of love feels like, you’d rather spend the rest of your life sinking to the bottom of the ocean instead.

it’s ridiculous, though, that he can have you like this without even being remotely affected — to your knowledge, anyway — you bite down on your lip, wondering if maybe you just need to let go a little. you’re so tightly wound; you’ll never survive at the rate you’re going. lounging back on the bed, surrounded by your mini-fortress of pillows — as if that’ll protect you from him somehow — you think about the hard planes of his chest, how your fingers shamelessly traced along the ridges of his muscles, how he let you touch him freely without stopping you. it was confusing, to say the least, but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t enjoy it

it’s partially why you shimmy out of your pants and socks, toss the clothes haphazardly onto the floor, and find that your fingers are on the move again, brazenly slipping underneath the lace of your panties, legs parting to give yourself more access. this is wrong, you tell yourself as you gingerly dip your fingers in between your folds, arousal pooling as you imagine that it’s marco’s fingers touching you instead. and soon it doesn’t feel wrong at all; it’s freezing outside, but you’re burning up. a memory of his hand drifting down your back, of his fingers on your hips gently nudging you out of his way, of his mouth grazing your ear when you froze and didn’t immediately move.

the memory knocks into you repeatedly, battering your willpower, turning you into a sighing, whimpering mess — pitiful as you attempt to chase that similar feeling — once you starts rubbing slow circles on your pussy, hips jerking as you moan softly. while marco intended on taking some time for himself, he also happened to forget something in the room; so, imagine his surprise when he returns only a few minutes later, hand on the door handle as he watches you play with yourself. propriety would have him leave you be, walk it off, return much, much later and never speak of the incident again — but he’s beyond that now. he closes the door behind him, leans against the sturdy wood, eyelids lowering as an irrational whim washes over him.

you’re so into your fantasy that you didn’t hear him enter the room, nor did you hear him lock the door either. your fingers sink into your pussy, thrusting in and out slowly, at first, building momentum as you slide your free hand underneath your shirt to play with your nipples. it was hard enough the past few days dealing with being in the same room with you, which only amplified his agitation — with himself, of course — when he found that his cock was hard enough to incapacitate him last night. it’s only when he hears you call out his name — once, then again and again — that he bites his fist hard enough to draw blood, feeling whatever resolve he’d been desperately clinging onto snap with ease.

so of course, his legs carry him over to you, and of course he climbs onto the bed to swiftly remove your hand from your panties, his hand rough and warm around your wrist, your eyes blinking rapidly when you realize that he’s actually here and isn’t a figment of your imagination. you finally find your voice as shame sits heavily on your chest, making you squirm underneath him.

“don’t give me that look,” he says candidly, eyes drifting lower as they take in the sight of your damp panties and the wetness on your fingers. you should pull your hand away, but you don’t — too absorbed in watching him glide his tongue over your fingers, licking your arousal off, and lighting your entire body on fire. “you’re being selfish, y’know,” he says lightly, tongue clicking softly in his mouth as he looks down at you, while you attempt to form a coherent sentence, “keeping this from me…” he pinches your clit and drags another moan out of you as you buck your hips forward. “what do you have to say for yourself, hm?”

all you can do is open and close your mouth, for fear of telling him something mortifying — to admitting certain truths you keep trying to bury, but marco isn’t having any of that. not today.

“wrong answer,” he says with a sigh, almost as if he feels apologetic for what’s about to come. a different kind of anxiety fills you — mostly excitement that bubbles around inside, knocking your heart around, making it difficult to breathe as he tugs the rest of your clothes off of you. now, you’re quite certain this isn’t a dream, but on the off chance that it is… you hope you never wake up.

marco’s fingers twitch before he cups your breasts, rolling your nipples between his fingers, his mouth following suit as he licks and sucks on them. you try your best to keep quiet, but it seems that marco’s determined to make you vocal; you fight hard against it, clamp your lips shut tight, moan bouncing around your mouth as you inhale sharply to keep grounded. he chuckles darkly, kneading your breasts, coaxing some soft whining out of you until he bites the curve along your breast. you stifle a loud moan when you press your hand against your mouth, legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him closer as you grind your hips against his. marco sucks his teeth at your insistence but admires your restraint; he trails kisses along your chest, teeth sinking into your skin as he leaves reddish marks behind.

your mind is melting, your body is completely under his spell, and you don’t even know why you’re fighting him this hard, if you’re honest. so, you simply give in — let desire take control for once, in the hopes that you’ll finally purge yourself of his lingering touch once and for all.

when he notices that your shoulders are much more relaxed, he shoots you a haughty grin before licking down the column of your throat, his fingers rubbing your pussy lazily, drawing out soft sighs that quickly morph into moans once he inserts a thick finger inside of you.

“marco,” you pant, eyes flying open again as you look at him, dazed but energized; you lick your lips and he circles his thumb around your clit. “more,” you say, a little breathless from his finger plunging in and out of you quickly — another finger joining the first one almost immediately. “more, please.” you don’t know what you’re asking for exactly, only that you’re slowly descending into a marco-induced-madness that currently has no cure.

“decided to stop being stubborn, huh,” a smug grin takes hold of his face before he kisses you. his lips move against yours with ease, your skin burning as his tongue slips into your mouth. your hips tremble with each thrust of his fingers, his cock pressing against the front of his pants, making it difficult to focus. you slide your hands underneath his shirt — soft and warm, skin smooth as it rubs softly against his abs — admire his hard muscles, and scratch at his chest when you clench around him suddenly, a dangerous flash of heat pooling in between your thighs as you cum unexpectedly.

your hips buck wildly under his hand as he keeps thrusting his fingers in and out of you. it’s impossible, the way you’re currently consuming every part of him — infiltrating the deepest parts of his mind, settling as if you’re intent on staying permanently — he hates how much he wants you and hates the way he doesn’t hate it at all. his teeth tug on your bottom lip, sucking roughly before releasing it with a small pop.

before he can say anything else that’ll piss you off, you tug his shirt off of him; he helps you take off the rest, and gives you a heated look, eyes raking down your body, admiring the bite marks he left behind. a good look, he wants to tell you, but keeps the comment to himself. for now. instead, he lowers himself so he can properly taste you. he runs his tongue flat against your pussy, the sensation making you yelp — you cover your mouth with your hands again, which makes him pull back and slap your pussy.

“don’t cover your mouth,” he says gruffly, mouth lowering as he spreads your folds open, “i want to hear you.”

his voice alone could trigger another orgasm within you, but thankfully he doesn’t say anything else. “but,” you start, swallow hard, hips rolling to push your pussy against his mouth as he eats you out, “w-what if s-someone hears?” you could kick yourself for sounding so timid, but you really don’t want to deal with anyone’s teasing after all of this. marco doesn’t answer right away, and before you can tell him off, he flicks his tongue against your clit and you let out a loud moan.

shameless, absolutely shameless; you don’t even bother feigning innocence, you’re too far gone for all of that right now.

“so what,” he says in between long licks, “let them hear.” it’s not like they’d actually have the guts to ridicule you in front of him. you want to tell him how ridiculous that is, that he can’t possibly mean that. but, when he looks up at you, a devilish glint coasting along his eyes, you decide against it. marco is something short of a man possessed, tongue dipping deeply inside your tight hole, enjoying the way your thighs press against him. pre-cum drips down the head of his stiff cock — he wants to fuck you so badly but is also very invested in ripping another orgasm out of you. there have been one too many nights where he envisioned his mouth on your pussy, devouring you like a man starved.

marco slurps on your pussy loudly, the noise lewd and making you flush all over again. he doesn’t care and likes the sound, committing it all to memory for later. when his mouth latches around your clit, a sinister jolt pulses through you, he holds you as he roughly sucks on your clit.

“fuck, marco, yes,” you words are strained, breath coming out in shallow pants, when you cum for the second time, he laps up your arousal, he taste hypnotizing him. you must’ve lost your mind because when he tells you to get on your hands and knees you don’t argue with him. marco runs a large hand over your ass, enjoying its suppleness, slapping it roughly. you let out a startled cry, nipples painfully hard as you clutch the bedsheets tightly.

“don’t hold back, love,” he says in warning, and you nod weakly before he slaps your ass again, prompting you to say yes repeatedly. “good girl,” he rubs the head of his cock against your glistening folds, a shudder passing through him at the contact. he’s so upset it took both of you so long to get to this point, but he’s glad it happened. and you are too, even though you fully plan on denying this tomorrow — because the idea of admitting that you liked marco so much you couldn’t handle it is too damn embarrassing, even for you.

marco inches his cock inside of you and you push your hips back to take more of him. he hisses and grabs onto your hips, fingers digging into your plush skin, a series of moans tumbling out of your mouths when he snaps his hips forward. he pauses briefly, allows you to adjust to his girth and length, and knocks his hips against yours all over again. his strokes are deadly — broad, hard, filthy — your back arches as you bounce against him, pussy tight and hot around him. not one to lose control of himself without reason, he finds himself unraveling quickly. he grabs your ass as he lifts his hips to angle his cock differently.

by now you’re sure your crew mates have all heard you scream marco’s name, panting as you beg him to fuck you harder, his hand wrapping around your thick hair, yanking you back towards him. he bites your neck as his hips remain close, strokes brutal and fast. you doubt you’ll be able to fuck anyone else after him. his body envelopes yours, sweat trailing down the side of his face, a light sheen coating your forehead and chest. he sucks on your neck recklessly, flicking his tongue at the spot, your hips bucking against him.

he pushes you down onto the bed, pulling out and rolling his hips forward, burying his cock in one go, a deep groan rumbling from deep inside of him. it’s feral, the way his thrusts are frenzied, possessive, tantalizing; a bit of drool trails down your lip, onto your chin as you sob, another orgasm powering through you. he pulls out again, rolls you onto your back, your lips parted — swollen from the way he kissed you earlier — eyelids lowered, a bit of adoration and hunger coasting along your face. there’s no way he can let you go after this; it simply wouldn’t work.

marco plunges his cock back into your puffy, aching cunt, your legs wrapping around him once more, your nails sinking into his skin as you scratch him. his lips are on yours again, tongue caressing yours hotly as he thrusts into you ardently, the orgasm lasting longer than necessary, body trembling from overstimulation. “i know,” he says in between kisses, reassuring you that he’s not that barbaric, “i know, i’ve got you.” something about the way he says that fills your chest with warmth, making you clench around his cock, your soft, plush walls milking him — spoiled and just as greedy, but he has no problems indulging you for something like this.

kissing you fervently, all teeth and tongue — messy, intense, crazed as you tug cling to him, hips rocking against his, pushing him over the edge indefinitely. his cum is thick, hot — even more as he keeps fucking you. later, you’ll tell him that he’s insatiable, an actual monster — but for now, you’re much too preoccupied with the delicious waves of euphoria that take over you. his hips slow but he doesn’t pull out right away, opting to kiss you again — properly, taking his time to map out your lips with his — breathing uneven, body heavy but a welcomed weight over you.

despite all of your theatrical tantrums, you know that a part of the reason why marco fucked you so hard was to tame that side of you. if he knows he was successful, you’ll never hear the end of it. so you don’t say a thing and enjoy the way your body feels light and weightless, a feverish hazes taking over you in the end, your arms wrapping around him, not wanting to let him go anytime soon — which is fine with him, your pussy is top priority on his list of things to do today, anyway.

[thedeterminedj]

Have some quotes with Cross being bullied by the gang because I have a bunch of those for some reason

Cross: Time sensitive question- how flirt boy?

Killer: Throw rocks at he.

Horror: Hot dogs.

Dust: Kill him.

Cross: Thanks guys.

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Nightmare: Hey guys, what’s a himbo?

Killer, no hesitation: Cross.

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Killer: We could work on some of the ideas I've been suggesting.

Cross: Those aren't ideas as much as they are random acts of violence.

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Cross, to the gang: I love you guys, but I think a lot of you are the kind of people who are susceptible to falling in with a cult.

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Cross: The Star Sanses ask me how I manage the gang so effectively.

Cross: Truth is, I don't. I have no control over them.

Cross: This morning Horror yelled for me so I went to see what was going on, and then Killer shot me in the throat with a nerf gun.

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Killer: So what time does the Judgmental Express arrive?

Cross: Error gets here at noon.

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Cross, about the Bad Sans: Look at this group, Night.

Cross: Look me in the eye lights, and tell me these trainwrecks wouldn’t stick a fork in a socket if they had the chance.

Nightmare: …No comment...

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Nightmare: What the hell is all that noise-

(He walks in on Killer shoving Cross into the washing machine while Dust records and Horror watches)

Nightmare, turning back around: Something suddenly came up.

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Horror: Is stabbing someone immoral?

Killer: Not if they consent to it.

Dust: Depends who you’re stabbing.

Cross: YES?!?

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Cross: Oh Stars… Where are the brownies Epic made?

Dust: I think I saw Horror with them, why?

Cross: Oh god...

Horror, high as shit: I feel like a DVD player.

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Cross: What’s Nightmare’s type?

Killer: Tall, brave, loyal, oblivious, tragic backstory, questionable morals.

Cross: Huh, sounds a lot like me. Too bad we’re just friends.

Killer: Did I mention oblivious?

Cross: Yeah, why?

Killer: Just checking.

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Cross: I wrote down all the plans we shouldn’t try again

Nightmare, reading: ‘Lust tries to seduce someone then starts crying on command’.

Cross: It works like a charm but makes everyone uncomfortable.

Nightmare: ‘Killer improvises a breakdancing number’, ‘Horror pretends to be a therapist’.

Nightmare: ‘Dust jumping down a building, again’, underlined. ‘Pineapple’.

Nightmare: This just reads ‘Throw Error at enemies like a cat’.

Killer: Oh, no, that one works every time. Put it in the ‘to do’ pile.

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Nightmare: Good morning, what the fuck is going on?

Cross: Bullshit.

Killer: War.

Dust: Hell.

Horror: Idk I just live here.

[violettelueur]

RYŌMEN SUKUNA || LITTLE CAGED ARTIST

| featuring : ryomen sukuna ft. itadori yuji 

| warnings : mention of emotional abuse and murder as well as grammar errors

| form : imagine

| word count : 1691

| published : 22 december

| request : Hello, idk if your request are open but feel free to ignore, but just, imagine another reencarnation au (those imaginw of yours are my favourite) where the reader was a painter and Sukuna's personal favourite so he took her and kinda abused her psycologicaly to the point where she would just draw him and only him and he loved that, and in the future she's still an artist that draws Yuuji bc theyre friends but when she sees the tatoos she again draws Sukuna and he feels guilty for the way he treated her and her art in the pastIf It's angst i would apreciate but it's not really necesary

| barista’s notes : hi there~ i apologies for the extremely long wait for your coffee order but now it is there ╲ʕ·ᴥ·　╲ʔ right now it is nearly 5am in the morning and i have no idea why the hell i am awake, but oh well ʕ ᵒ ᴥ ᵒʔ  DONT WORRY THOUGH! after this, i am going to sleep and rest up since today it is Fushiguro Megumi’s and Kageyama Tobio’s birthday today ʕ≧ᴥ≦ʔ but other than that, i hope you enjoy your order of a cup of classic black coffee (jujutsu kaisen request!) and i hope you come back soon! ʕ •ᴥ•ʔゝ☆

“Sukuna….please leave me alone...leave the village alone, I beg of you please,” you whimpered to the man that was standing tall and proud with a sadistic smirk painted on his face, while you were on your knees tightly holding onto his large wrist - somewhat slightly covering the black ring marking - as if your weak physical strength could do anything to stop his raising them up and giving a rain upon hell to the people that was residing in the small town you lived in.

You have no idea how you had managed to catch the attention of the most feared curse to both humans and jujutsu sorcerers nor did you know how you managed to become acquainted with the man in front of you. All you knew right now was that the situation you were in at this current moment and time, was not ideal to anyone at all.

You were just a simple artist. A simple village girl artist that was blessed to be hired by the nobility and aristocracy to paint their family portraits with the finest colours that they would offer you, for you to be then paid so you could provide for your village. However, as luxurious as it sounded, you were in love with the idea of just placing a sharped piece of charcoal on a piece of paper or cloth you could find anywhere and sketch your heart designed.

“Leave you alone?” Sukuna questioned you in his deep voice, before slowly crouching down to become face to face with you. “I could never leave you alone, not when you have caught my attention with your craft little one,” Sukuna then stated, as he gently placed a hand on your cheek before using his thumb to caress the soft skin he was touching. 

Ever since Sukuna had caught sight of you delicately painting a portrait of a noblewoman with such care and gentleness, he couldn’t help but wonder how your hands were so carefully and how patient you were to make sure every stroke was perfect to your desire. Slowly, he began to wonder what it was like to be the subject of one's view. A subject that someone desired to recreate on a simple piece of paper. However, compared to his past sightings, you were the most talented as well as the most beautiful he had ever seen and once he was able to gain a clear view of the noble woman that you were illustration, he was surprised at how much detail you were able to encapture in your work and just like the noble woman’s reaction, they both were extremely happy with the result of the final product.

“How about this?” Sukuna suddenly asked, causing your head to suddenly shot up leading you to meet eye to eye with the King of Curses, “if you come with me and draw me and me only for the rest of time, I would leave this little village alone as well as the people residing in it. How does that sound, little one?”

‘Come with him? Where? Why? What’s going to happen to me?’

“If you don’t accept this deal, every single person here will die. Burned, stabbed, slashed, any way possible I can. Men, women and even little children’s lives will be gone, and it would be all your fault.”

‘My….fault? But-’

“You know I’m not a patient person little one, I might as well start my massacre while you take your time to think, it will be-”

“NO PLEASE! DON’T, YOU CAN TAKE ME, JUST LEAVE THE VILLAGE ALONE, PLEASE!” you screamed in desperation, as you tighten the grip of his wrist that was within your grasp to keep him down, as you didn’t want to risk him getting away from your sights for the safety and protection of the people  within the little town you had lived in since the day your life had started.

With a large cruel grin, Sukuna had somehow managed to pry his wrists free from your tense grip before sliding an arm under your knees as well as an arm around your body lifting you up in a bridal position, while you were just expressing a face of shock and fear, confused and fearful on what you had just accepted in exchange for your life. Where were you going? Was this the end? Were you going to die? How much longer have you had left?

“Don’t worry, I won’t kill you, you’re too precious to be slaughtered little one,” Sukuna answered - as if he knew what you were thinking - before placing a ghostly kiss upon your temple leading you to freeze still, petrified on what he would do with you had moved a single inch.

This was your life now. 

A caged artist.

                                               ꕥ

Here you were, sitting on a wooden platform outside with a sharpened piece of charcoal that Sukuna had kindly given you, in order for you to sketch a portrait of him. The second you placed the charcoal upon the paper, Sukuna couldn’t help but stare at the light movements of your hand as you lightly stroke a few lines to create an outline before watching your hand suddenly pause, causing the King of Curses to switch his view from the sheet to you, only to find your look at him with such a frightened look.

“I’m sorry…..I shouldn’t look at you, should I? I apologise deeply,” you softly muttered before quickly turning back to the portrait that was right in front of you - you didn’t want to do anything wrong in his eyes, you knew he could go back on his words and harm the people that you cared about. However, it seemed like Sukuna didn’t care at all, he had managed to trap you into his life and had the power to demand you to draw him every time he would mention he could go back to your little village and burn it to the ground. He relished in the idea of being the subject of your attention.

This is what he wanted. 

His little caged artist.

                                               ꕥ

1000 years later and here you were. 

Here you were sketching a picture of your best-friend Itadori with a picture of him that you had managed to capture on your phone. Itadori first came into your life shortly after you had enrolled into Tokyo Metropolitan Curse Techincal College around the same time as your other classmate Kugisaki did. 

You have no idea what drew you into the boy with the pink hair, but something within you pulled you towards him causing the blooming and somewhat hilarious friendship to start, even causing Fushiguro and Kugisaki to wonder what was going on in your mind to somehow relate to the boy - yet, they didn’t mention their questions since they didn’t really think you knew the answer yourself, and they were correct.

However, as you continued to smoothly glide your pencil across the page, applying different pressures to construct some definitions as well as shadows within the photo you were copying from, you began to suddenly realise that you were starting to draw marking upon his portrait. Markings that were so familiar to the ones the person within him had.

Ever since that day at the Eishu Detention Centre, the sight of Sukuna standing in front of you with his shirt ripped off showcasing his black marking caused a trigger of unknown memories to suddenly flood into your mind, causing excruciating pain that was so unbearable, you thought you were going to pass out from the intense pressure, maybe as even close to dying from the immense pain.

From what you could even recall from the sudden flood of blurry images that appeared in your mind, there was a picture of you drawing with a piece of charcoal with the infamous King of Curses seating right beside you, watching you draw will whispering in your ear the threats that he would bombard you in order for you to make sure that you were only drawing him and him only.

Slowly but in a shaking manner, your drawing hand continued to sketch in Sukuna’s markings that would appear on Itadori’s body as you were somewhat extremely afraid of what the King of Curses could do to you if you didn’t - just how you left 1000 years ago.

Although unknown to you, your best-friend Itadori was standing right behind you, having a clear view of what was happening to you as well as the drawing right in front of him. Seeing your shaking figure with slow but clear teardrops landing on the sketch book as well as the drawing evolving from him to the curse residing inside of him, made him realise how damaging Sukuna was to not only him but also to the people around him. Carefully, Itadori placed a hand over your hand that held the pencil, causing you to flinch before finally noticing that it was your friend that was holding it and not the special grade curse.

Within his Innate Domain, Sukuna also had a clear view on what was happening to you and slowly but strangely began to feel something drop to his stomach with the feeling of his throat closing up at the sight of you slowly breaking down into a small state of insanity. This isn’t what he wanted. He didn’t want his beautiful little one to become lifeless and paranoid like you were now.

Even after 1000 years after your death, your incarnation was carrying the feeling of fear, despair and numbness that you were weighed upon the second you had given your life away to the King of Curses for the sake of your village. Even though you had more freedom then you did then, you still left trapped and lost within the metal cage that Sukuna had enclosed you in. Even with the small hint of guilt that was manifested within the cruel curse’s heart. 

You were trapped with no escape out.

You were trapped forever with no key to open the door that was clearly right in front of you.

Forever his little caged artist.

[funtarou]

Bully || Suna x Reader

Bully! Suna Rintarou x Extremely Timid Reader headcanons

Random thoughs hnnng. Please don't read if you're sensitive or triggered by the idea. My head is just-- weird okay. I grew up being told that the boy who pulled my hair at the Playground did it cuz he likes me. So what am I suppose to do now that I found the idea of a bully bullying because they like you as interesting.

This kinda long tho, idk how and when did it get long-

Story Warning: Bullying, kinda angst? Suna is mean and dense of his own feelings, "cry baby" reader, nosebleed, bullying cuz he like you lol, but there are some comedy I think.

Writing Warning: Occasional grammar and spelling error, and maybe even miss-used of words where it don't belong. Like wise, English not perfect. Also, not proof-read

Surprisingly You were childhood neightbour friends with Osamu and Atsumu. You three are close despite the one year age gap, where you're a year below them.

When you came to Inarizaki to follow the twins, they introduced you to their friends and seniors from the volleyball club.

You were really shy and anxious when meeting new people, especially tall intimidating looking males who are surrounding you the moment Atsumu dragged you inside the gym in the middle of free practice. You almost broke a tear, as you look down to the ground, shakingly introducing yourself.

Lucky for you, most of the members were understanding that you're the shy and easily intimidated type. Because the Miya twins seems to be behaving more when you're around, they don't mind when Atsumu suggest you to watch them while waiting for the twins to finish practice.

One person that doesn't seem too pleased that you're staying is a certain fox-eyed middle blocker. But of course he didn't vocalize his objection, being it probably the minority opinion in the room.

Suna don't know why but something about you just pissed him off. Why do you look so weak? So intimidated? It's not like they're big scary monsters (for the most part). Maybe at some point he even though that you were fauxing your shy-ness just to get attention from the volleyball club members, as the cute petite shy girl.

Maybe This mindset is what dragged Suna to tease you more than the others outside of club' activities. Sometimes the tease went overboard. It starts with him calling you funny nicknames he knew you don't like with people around, up to him stealing and writing not-do-good stuff on your books. But he never does that when others from the volleyball club is around. He doesn't need to worry about people who are "friends" with the twins because he knew they aren't more than classmates and fans.

Suna though his actions as "helping you grow up and get used to how life is just cruel sometimes and that you cant always back away crying in your pretty little Shell"

At first you went Along with it, believing he's still teasing you. Growing up with the twins Made you pretty immune to any form of their tease and jokes. But then you started feeling this has gotten too far for it to be teasing nor joking. And you unconciously grew tired of it, yet too scared to confront Suna and not comfortable on telling other people about it. Especially the twins, because they have the Summer Tournament coming up and you're afraid that telling them would ruin the team's rhythm in matches.

So far you haven't cried publically, always managed to hold the tears, which caught Suna of guard cuz he though you would've cried the first time he trips you over at the hallways.

And one day, you just cant take it anymore

With your food tray in hand, you walked through the cafeteria trying to find an empty seat to have lunch. From the corner of your eyes, you could see the familiar male whom you're always scared when meeting. Suna seems to noticed you as well, as he stopped talking with some classmates to glance back at you. Or maybe it was a glare? You usually cant tell because you dare not to look into his eyes longer than 5 seconds.

You try to act like you didn't notice him, while subtly putting space between you two as you walk pass his table. But you seems to underestimate his leg's lenght, as he still could quickly pull a leg in front of yours, making you lost your footing and tripped. No one Saw what actually happened because Suna didn't Made it obvious he was clearly the one responsible. He acted as if he was as surprised as the others when you fell, tucking the leg he used to trip you back to it's original position.

People around started looking at your direction as you proceed to try and stand up. Some kind people approached you, asking if you're okay, while the others whispers about the accident. Your face and top of your unifo are covered by the curry and rice from your food. Glad that you closed your eyes before the fall. Your water spilled around the bottom part of your blazer and skirt, while some of the jam from your breads are stuck on your sleeves.

Some people actually tried to hold their chuckles and giggles, some don't even hesitates. Suna is one of the ones who try to be subtle with his small chuckle and smirk. You clearly heard the small laughters and whispers around you, as you start feeling anxious mixed with hummiliations. And with the aching of your knees and center part of your face, you couldn't hold the tears any longer.

A classmate of yours who's kind enough to not laugh, help wipe some curry of your face Along with a Travelling tear. But oddly, now people quiet down their laughter, and the classmate stilled in her place. You felt a liquid running down your nose, and when you looked down you found small splatter of blood.

"(Y/N)! What happened?!"

Atsumu's voice can be heard across the now silent cafeteria, with Osamu following behind. They were called by some 2nd years who knew you. Meanwhile a teacher was also called by the canteen lady because of the ruckuss.

"...Tsumu.... Samu..."

You looked up to them with teary eyes and a bleeding nose. Looked like your nose and forehead got most of the impact, Judging by the blood and redness of the skin around it.

"C'mon let's get you to the infirmary. Don't look up, keep your head down."

Osamu said, pulling out his handkerchief to wipe and put some light preassure to your nose. You take hold of the fabric, keeping your head to look down just as told once his hand pulled back. Atsumu Pat off and wipe some of the remaining food incident on you, before carrying you gently to the infirmary. The teacher who came then told everyone to break up the crowd and get back to their businesses.

Back at the cafeteria, Suna was unconciously starring at your weak figure as it dissappeared from his line of sight through the doors. This is odd. This time, he somehow actually feels guilty? He did laugh a little back then, but after he see the blood running down your nose, maybe he did went too far. And your face, it was different from how you usually cry. You didn't even spare him a glance, unlike how you usually immidiately looked up to him after he pulled one of his "jokes" at you.

And now he feels this weird lump in his throat and uncomfortable feeling in his guts.

You were taken to the infirmary, your nosebleed and knees being treated.

Atsumu and Osamu tries to interogate you on what exactly happened, but you just said you tripped on something. They were suspicious of the reason, but didn't push you further.

Since that day you haven't met Suna. And when you do spot him while waiting for the twins to finish practice, he acts as if you didn't exist. You're suspicious, but grateful that he stopped bothering you. Slowly your freshmen days became more peaceful.

Meanwhile Suna still feels the lingering guilt in the pit of his stomach. The fact that you didn't told him out to the teachers or the twins, Made the guilt deepens. But it also Made him annoyed. What if it wasn't him that was doing these to you? What if it was other people? Would you kept silent and continue your personal torture like you're doing till now? It oddly make him hard to digest how timid you are facing the situation Suna put upon you.

"pathetic, cry-baby, incompetent"

Are the names he mumbled when thinking about you. Why is he even pondering and making his head spins thinking about you at 2 in the morning? Damn the guilt must've plagued his mind so deep at this point. Despite already trying to ignore you ever exist, your presence still remains in his head. This kept going for several nights.

"Suna you look like shit."

Atsumu said snickering, followed by a chuckle from Osamu. Well the twins aren't just meaninglessly teasing him, they were right, he doesn't look so good. The changed are subtle to outsiders, but people who're close enough to examine him right (which are the twins) could see the small black circle under his narrow fox like eyes. His hair looks lightly messier and this morning he forgot to tie his tie, and so the fabric is just hanging around his neck from the first period up to recess.

"Shut up."

Suna groaned, putting both of his hands over his face to ease the headache he feels from lack of sleep.

"But seriously talking, what got you so worked up these days. Kita-san has been scolding you in practices too."

Osamu finally spoke up, making Suna's attention divert from Atsumu to him. It took Suna a few seconds to reply as he narrows his eyes, contemplating on wether or not to tell the twins on his and your matter. In the end he decided to just blurt out half the truth.

"There's this person that's been stuck in my head. I did something... Bad? To them? And now I think my brain is still drowning in guilt that it's hard to sleep nowadays."

The twins were kinda taken back on how much Suna is willing to explain on the situation. Well, the details are still pretty much covered, but it's rare for Suna Rintarou to elaborate this much on a problem, not even in volleyball does he speak this much.

"Well? Just apologize to them already. They might not accept it but atleast ya show yer sorry, ya know?"

Atsumu suggested raising a brow. Suna expected that kind of answer at first, no matter to who he decided to tell the problem this kind of answer is always the one that'll appear most of the time.

"Easy for you to say. Don't you ever feel so guilty that you cant bring yourself to even face that person anymore. Wanting to just forget everything and yet this annoying little voice in your head said 'this is not right'."

Whatever has gotten in to him today, he doesn't know if he's thankful or utterly embarrassed by how much he's starting to spill his personal thoughs, especially to the twins. Maybe it was the lack of sleep. Or maybe it's simply just his own breaking point on keeping everything to himself. Suna was expecting either of the twins to laugh at his words, making jokes on how dramatic he's sounding. But to his surprise once more, he didn't hear any of that.

"Eeeh that's pretty tough... The last time I felt like that is when I secretly opened Samu's birthday present and accidentally destroyed it."

Well that was unexpected of Atsumu to say, from Suna's point of view that is.

"Ya were even shitty at hidin' the fact that yer the one who broke it."

Osamu followed with his brother's statement, sighting shortly while half-glaring at his twin from remembering that accident.

"But Hey! We Made up in the end! All it needs' just some cake, puddin' and a well written apology essay from yours truly!"

Atsumu said with a proud Pat on his left chest.

"Don't get ahead of yerself, I knew that mom helped ya with that."

And there comes Osamu ruining his parade.

Well the twins are bickering again now. If he were in the mood, he would be pulling his phone up to record this twin fighting session.

While the twins were bickering, at the corner of his eyes he accidentally spots a familiar female figure amongs the crowd in the cafeteria. She was smiling, laughing and giggling with a friend as they found an empty seat for two. For some cliche reason, his brain tuned down all the other outside factors and just focused on her, on you. He never noticed how your smiling face looks even cuter than when you're crying.

Wait.

Cute?

When did he though you were even decent looking in the first place?

How could he think a crybaby like you, cute?

Not even that, he was thinking you looked cute crying all this time? What is he, a damn sadist?!

But thinking back at how he has been treating you, maybe he is a sadist of some sort. Or maybe he's lower than that, maybe he's just simply a jerk. A plain jerk who made his junior cry and internally suffer for no reasonable reason. Damn it, since when did he became soft and guilty-drowned when it comed to you now. Fuck off feelings, you're ruining his peaceful life.

"Who are you looking at Suna?"

Osamu's voice broke him out of his thoughs. He didn't realized he was still looking at you while contemplating his life in his mind. Turning his head back to look at the twins in front of him, he can see how the two started to try and see at his point of vision on what was he looking at. A scoff escaped Atsumu's mouth with his signature smirk pulled up at the corner of his lips.

"My my Suna, since when did ya start being infatuated by another living human being."

Atsumu's smirk grew wider once he noticed how Suna slightly straighten his back up more.

"Since when did ya start eye-ing (Y/n) like that. Don't tell me yer thinking of dirty stuff of our precious childhood friend."

For some annoying reason the only time Osamu is in sync with Atsumu is when the two is teasing on a third party of the group. In this case, Suna is the third party, unluckily.

"I'm done eating. Catch you guys at practice today."

Instead of entertaining the twins longer, Suna stood up with the empty gyudon box that he brought and finished eating in hand. He can still hear Atsumu's teasings as he walk away from the table, but he wasn't focus enough of them anymore to know the context of the faux blond's words. In his way to the garbage can to throw the plastic box, he passed by you and your friend's table. He three you a side glance as he walked passed, but you never returned it. He knew it was intentional, because even your friend that he wasn't looking at Saw the Sharp glance and shiver in her seat slightly. You? You acted as if he's a wind passing by.

In his way to class, he cant help but keep remembering Atsumu's words.

"All it needs' just some cake, puddin' and a well written apology essay from yours truly."

No matter how rationally he though it out, that type of apology is too cheesy when being paired with someone like him. But maybe he can incorporate some of the factors in his own kind of apology.

Wow, he's really thinking of apologizing to the person he's been "hating" for half a semester.

Will Suna really apologize and Will his sorry be accepted? Will (Y/n) even want to face Suna if he does apologize?

Find out next time in Dragon Ball Z

A/N: Yeah so like, I realized the thing I'm writing can be a highschool drama romance series and it's getting too long pfffft

Also I've been on writer block :) and haven't been active in Tumblr recently

Part 2 Angst ending is out

Fluff ending in the process of making

[puppyluver256]

[Image Description: An older Boris Habit, Kamal Bora, and Putunia Mollar from Smile For Me in front of a house with a tree and bushes alongside a woman in a wheelchair and a teenage boy. Boris (center) is an old tall man with green skin, short curly greying red hair, and gold teeth. He is wearing an orange floral button-up and blue pants. Kamal (right) is an old man with medium-brown skin, wavy dark blue hair, and dark blue eyes with yellow sclera. He is wearing a pink polo and teal striped pants. Putunia is a woman with reddish-brown skin, short dark blue hair, and a chipped tooth. She is wearing a green and pale orange shirt with blue pants. The wheelchair-using woman has tan skin, short auburn hair, and green eyes with yellow sclera. She is wearing a purple floral hair clip, a purple shirt over a red turtleneck, and grey pants. The boy has aqua green skin and blue curly hair in a ponytail. He is wearing a blue shirt with a Team Mystic logo (from Pokemon Go) and light grey pants.]

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Twenty-eight years since he had brought twenty-three “sad sacks”, twenty-four when taking himself into account, together for a “big event” that could have ended very badly if allowed to go the way it had been planned.

Twenty-eight years since a certain flower delivery scamp had helped him see the error of his ways, leading him to make efforts toward recovery.

Twenty-eight years since he made amends with the love of his life and became a second father to a little hero, regardless if that fatherhood was recognized on paper.

Twenty-eight years since he gained access to the first real loving family he’d ever had.

Twenty-seven years since he had gotten married.

Twenty-five years since he’d been scared of losing his love, however briefly that scare was.

Twenty-three years since he really did lose the first decent parental figures that had been in his life.

Seventeen years since he saw his daughter head off to college and move forward into adulthood.

Ten years since he met his grandson for the first time.

So many events remembered and forgotten in all that time. Good times and bad times, more good than bad for the most part. So many friends...no, the former Habititians were more than just friends at this point. They, and all the connections they had made beyond that, they were all family now.

And it was the best thing that had ever happened to Boris Habit.

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AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA finallyyyyyyy ;w; I finally got the last one of these done!! This pic's meant to be in the present day, like literally this month, so that's why Boris and Kamal are old men and Putunia's an adult. I know after that one drawing Yugo made the "in" thing is to give Boris a beard and yeah, he'd wear it well, but I wrote the prompt associated with this months or even a year before that pic was posted so I'm just going with how I had him in the writing. Maybe I'll draw bearded Boris some day tho, like I said he wears it well! :3 ...and I just realized I didn't draw Boris quite to scale with everyone else. I feel with his canon height of 7'4'' he'd be at least a head taller than he is here...welp. maybe his old bones are just shrinking at this point, yeah that's my excuse XD

The lady in the wheelchair and the kid in blue are Putunia's wife Ally and adopted son Canter, both created by my buddy Gio :D Idk if Canter would actually play Pokemon Go but he likes birds and wears blue, so since I've been super-steeped in Pokemon lately my mind automatically went to Articuno hehe.

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[gryphis-eyes]

Hiii

I'm curious too

Here for the ask ;

-Pluto I'm excited for this one

-9h

-5h

-12h

If you feel uncomfortable you can skip the last one

And why didn't I noticed your new layout it looks cool

I want you to guess who I am I left no clues I know 😁

Hello you're asking a old dying lady to use her intuition 🤣 i'd say Aaron or Wild Candy ? 👀

I've already answered 9th house in a previous ask :)

pluto ⇢ tell something supernatural that happened to you

In some way i provocated this event haha, here is my "first" (pretty sure i met one when i was little) interaction with a demon (and i did massive error dw i learned from it i don't use those methods anymore)

So basically at the begining i didn't had that much ressources beside goetia (yeah you know where it's going 💀) and also some people online, i had this demon, Belial who i kept seing everywhere i won't list everything but it was very clear that he was going to be the demon i'll go to. So yeah i did all of ritual but with a shit ton of error in it oh boy it was a disaster but he did come, then i felt someone sitting next to me (i sat on my bed because my bedroom is very small) when i closed the ritual i felt like "he" was leaving and i went to bed

That's where we get the supernatural part, in my dream i saw a specific letter "shin" thing is, when i opened my eyes the letter was still in front of me and i wasn't dreaming at all i was fully awake and it slowly faded. (And now the big event) on that day i went out with friends, before leaving i asked with tarot if i did everything well or if i fucked up i didn't really understood the answer and i had to go because i was about to miss my train. When i went home and opened the light i saw a tall shadow figure in front of me and it went in my bedroom i was paralysed i didn't know what to do because that wasn't a human at a l l, so you know what i did ? 😭 I went to the kitchen calming down and took a knife to go in my bedroom cuz idk what was in my mind at this point haha

And in my bedroom there was NOTHING (and i did check under my bed 😭) however the 3 cards i pulled in the morning weren't the same (i took note of them) and the message was a clear "yes everything went well".... So that's why Belial isn't for beginners he isn't gentle haha

5H ⇢ do you have a hobby? which one(s)?

Too much honestly if drawing wasn't so time consuming i would love to learn some music instrument ! Beside that i love reading even if i have trouble with attention, mostly books related to witchcraft and mythology but i enjoy other types of books but it takes me a lot of time to read :') i really appreciate mangas even if i don't search that much for new ones it's a big source of inspiration. I looove cinema i highly hesitated between cinema and art school back in time, i enjoy all genre and i love going to theater sooo much i can't just like one thing i have to go deep in my research and it takes all my time haha

12H ⇢ which is/are your biggest fear(s)?

Old bald men no but im deadly scared of those "Monsters" in mandela catalog (i had trouble sleeping for a week after watching it 😭) if you saw Dark skies you might understand why im scared of aliens but not in a way of i don't want to meet one just the way they are represented in that movie is terrifying

*dramatic song in the background* Im also scared of romantic love

[luminous-shifting-vibes]

actual fucking quotes from the shiftblr coffeehouse discord server

out of context of course, what do you take me for? a sane person?

"they made lightning mcqueen hot"

"inch resting"

"Nix: Cars (2006) several people are typing..."

"im evaporating"

"enjoy precipitation"

"tow mater is more attractive than lightning mcqueen/hj"

"lightning mcqueen looks like he would call me a slur"

"why did I come back to a discussion regarding the attractiveness of vehicles"

"lark is the braincell of shiftblr tbh"

"you all need some grass in your life"

"me over here simping for block men and now literal cars"

"didn't nick wilde commit fraud canonically"

"i have no strong opinions on whether or not nick wilde is attractive"

"I AM AROMANTIC AND I AM NOT IMMUNE TO NICK WILDE"

"I am bisexual and I. Am not into Nick Wilde based on a simple fact he looks like he will drink all my pepsi and call me names"

"What is shiftbkr but not a bunch of simps"

"cries in Bianca Monroe"

"listen i have a folder called gayass

it is mostly pictures of kyoka jiro and virgil sanders"

"Nick Wilde x Reader where he steals your car 📷 carjacker to lovers AU 📷"

"he says "mama i like to step on keyboard""

"MY MOM JUST WALKED IN AND I HAD TO TELL HER I WAS LOOKING AT LIGHTING MC QUEEN HUMAN FANART"

"crab walks away"

""Y/N..." Nick whispered into your ear. "Your car...is a Honda Civic, right?" You looked up at Nick with a baffled expression. "Nick, my beloved? Whatever are you talking about?" "Just asking..." He said as he let you out of his embrace. "Hey, wanna see a magic trick, babe?" Your eyes sparkled. "Really, Nick? Of course!" Nick smiled. "Ok, close your eyes!" You giggled and closed your eyes, waiting for Nick to tell you to open up. Instead, you heard the loud rumble of a car starting up, and you open your eyes. Nick has stolen your car, and he has driven off into the sunset..."

"did y'all know his name used to be canonically Montgomery--he changed it to lightning mcqueen to get rid of his past"

"That is my exit number"

"cars trauma arc"

"wait do y'all know about car jesus" "as if jesus wasn't a ford focus in the bible"

"oh yall do not want to know about the trauma in my cars dr lmao"

"Dewit tau style babey make Lightning McQueen outlive everyone and stalk their reincarnations"

"Do they baptize other cars in like gasoline then"

"there is a pope car in the cars universe which means car jesus died for cars sins"

"NOT THE BOOMER MEMES"

"-lays facedown on the floor while caramelldansen plays-"

"like im serious how many of you guys endorse me falling face down on my floor" (NOT THE SAME PERSON AS PREVIOUS QUOTE)

"I will be Tall and no one can stop me"

"is a soft floor?"

"stop I thought faceplant meant like a succulent in the shape of a face instead of falling onto your noggin for a solid 10 seconds"

"Touch some grass??? What about eating grass"

"what if for every employee of the month i just printed out really horrible boomer memes"

"what ab smoking grass /j"

"Can the grassdirt smoothie be a special in the cafe"

"PLEASE IM ROLLING ON THE FLOOR REWRITINH THE DECLARATION OF INDEPENDENCE WHIKE SPEEDRUNINT MINECRAFT"

"you have to get good dirt from like the middle of a pennsylvanian forest for it to taste good though"

"I ate a four leaf clover as a kid cause i thought it would make me lucky"

"guys how do i see the mee6 leaderboard"

"I used to think i was half dragon and I ate plants out of sidewalk cracks"

"i think i punched someone"

"my parents told me to stop doing that so I looked at them and ate a flower"

"I ate grass when I was 9 bc I read warrior cats and thought I was a medicine cat ....................."

"bees are just spicy flies"

"I had a mental breakdown when I was three cause I didn’t know how to turn off a phone"

"My mom drank a bee once"

"when I was a baby I kinned ink sans."

"bro who here find the yellow hat man from curious george fine as heck 📷📷📷"

"mY LUNGSSSSSS"

"no one topping Him"

"I like em big"

"I think Moto Moto has no game like move over hunky boy I could beat you 1v1 Roblox Arsenal 📷📷📷"

"If you didnt have a crush on springtrap, jeff the killer, or Underfell/Gaster/Error sans don't talk to me /j"

"LOOK THEY'RE BOTH DILFS WITH ABS THAT WOULD FIGHT GOD"

"ZORO IS BANNED"

"Guys please help I found my old fnaf fanart from when I was 8 I'm in literal tears"

"OH NO BOT MY FIFTH GRADE HAMILTON PHASE"

"The worst attraction ive ever had has to be Sombra Overwatch"

"My family is like "save all ur art so I can sell it when you're famous" I literally could not sell this if I tried"

"screaming puppet"

"I just remembered Ive drawn overwatch/hamilton crossover fanart"

"my hermit crabs ate each other again"

"we're cannibals ????"

"having me here is a curse you have inflicted on yourselves and I for one am glad for it <3" "scitters around like a crab in anticipation"

"CARB DAY"

"WE NEED TO HAVE A WATCH OARTY"

"hey y'all ill be right back i have to throw away a crab carcass"

"if I watch cars I'm going to start laughing in the middle of it nonstop just because the word cars is funny and also cars are funny like how do you move silly little metal box with rubber circles"

"Lark asleep post catboy pitbul"

"Mwista Wowldwide! Nya!" "hermit crab 2: electric boogaloo"

"Is that why your name is chaos"

"manifest the crab power!!"

"cool dex fact: i can't read 📷"

"sighs adds to worship these entities list"

"with a knife <3"

"yeah and if he betrays me I could probably throw him across the atlantic ocean"

"give me his eyes"

"my good citizen i am a- wait no im nonbinary nvm"

"it worked on a fish idk what to tell you"

"what is gender??? Is that a board game?? If so can I be apples to apples that one's my favorite"

"CHUTES AND LADDERS"

"anyways actually my gender is Candyland"

"Oh god romes the destroyer of friendships/j"

"i am a simple gay i see math i run in the opposite direction survival instincts 101"

"math my beloathed"

"algebra makes me want to rip open a bag of swedish fish and swallow them whole"

"cackles in they're au characters and this will be very fun"

"pog !!!! me too ksajgks one of my drs is a sanders sides au"

"Is that bipper"

"tumblr sexyman"

"Good because he’ll fuck u up if u hurt a child"

"I want a wing-suit"

"looks like a bean would poison someone"

"my hermit crabs are cannibals what can i say"

"sonic the hedgehog kinnie"

"get yourself a man who is capable of the most ungodly actions but won't do them because of their morality owo"

"tell him he can steal my wallet"

"eyes"

"idk about y'all but I need blueberry sweet tea to live"

"y'know the red souls from soul eater i really want to eat those"

"but like only respectable crimes like stealing from elon musk"

"You can go cultbashing with he!"

"He acts like a flamboyant gay man, but if a flamboyant gay man was straight."

"Simp Satan 📷"

"definitely arson"

"They look like they enjoy lemon squares and other lemon desserts"

"Satan is all-powerful but he spends most of his time building honeymoon locations because he is convinced that the protag loves him"

"bc shes the reincarnation of his dead wife or something i guess"

annd here's a quote from our very own dream (@shiftingwastaken) that sums this post up:

"shiftblr but context makes it worse"

[suggiebabe]

Part 1; Life Is Disgusting (Bakugou x Reader)

A/N: Hi everyone! I haven’t written in so long, and honestly I had lost all motivation to write! Let’s see how it goes this time. I’ve been feeling a super heavy feeling in my chest for a while now, and I’m not really sure why, so I decided to write some angst without a happy ending bc like idk LOL also I wrote this while listening to “Inside” by Bo Burnham (on Netflix) on loop and it made me feel like the main character in a movie, def recommend.

Characters: Bakugou Katsuki X Reader

Warnings: ANGST. Major Character Death, thoughts of suicide, depression, cussing, enemies to lovers? (I’ll add more when I write more)

Words: 529

Waking up was so hard. So hard that sometimes the night before all you could think about was, “I really hope I won’t wake up tomorrow.” Everything you did was so repetitive, it was so boring. Wake up, get ready for the day, go to school, come home, do homework, eat, sleep. How could any person be content with living such a boring life? This thought ran through your head every day.

The alarm was still blaring in your ear, you didn’t have the energy to turn it off just yet. You closed your eyes and exhaled, another boring day was about to begin. The same day that had been repeating for the past 3 years of your life, it was about to start again. You slowly opened your eyes and looked around the room. It was lonely and cold. A blue hue seemed to cover the walls, making the room feel unfamiliar. 

You turned to look at your bedside table, your phone’s screen displaying “ALARM… SNOOZE… STOP.” The snooze button looked the most appetizing, but the 7:34 at the top of the screen stopped you from pressing it. You were already late, was it even worth going to school today? Your hand reached up to tap on the “STOP” option on the screen. Begrudgingly, you sat up and sighed, ‘let’s just get this over with’ you thought to yourself. And with that, you started to get up and get ready for the day. 

The walk to the bus stop was as ordinary as ever, the only difference would be the slightly cooler weather, which made you walk around with your arms crossed in front of you. You reached the corner of your neighborhood and started to mentally prepare for the loudness the school bus was about to bring. You were usually the only kid at this corner, it was a smaller neighborhood, older people occupying the houses around you. You stood with your eyes closed, ignoring the birds chirping around you. 

It was supposed to be a normal morning, so why did you hear shoes stomping on the sidewalk getting closer to you. One of the neighbors must be getting into fitness or something you thought, but why would they be out so early in the morning? The footsteps got louder and louder, the stomps seeming to have an unreasonable amount of force in them. It turned unbearable, you turned to look behind you, he was next to you. A tall blonde boy, hunched over, wearing baggy clothing was standing next to you. 

“It’s rude to stare.” He said, his voice rough and loud. You flinched, not expecting to hear such a loud noise so early in the morning. “Sorry.” You said lowly. Your voice was covered up by the loudness of the approaching bus. He huffed and started walking towards the opening doors. You stared as he walked past you, you felt some anger start to build within yourself. “You getting on or not, kid?” The bus driver yelled out to you, snapping you out of thought. You stomped up the steps of the bus and headed towards the back of the bus to your usual seat.

Another A/N: I didn’t proofread this so there might be some errors. Pls give me a break its 2 am LOL

[problematicfavesareproblematic]

Band of Brothers-

Cute/charming things they say when they walk into a room and see you/you walk into a room and they see you:

Babe: 

“oh SHIIIIIT! There’s my BABY! Do you see her, fellas? GodDAMN, I’m a lucky sonofabitch!” 

(you blush so hard and are just like Babe, we’re at work stahp it but he dgaf).

It’s embarrassing and always makes Martin glare so imploringly at you that you’ll go over to Babe just to make him be quiet. Because, you know, YOU’RE AT WORK. 

This bitch is shameless when it comes to loving on you, having once come to stand next to you when Sink was giving an important announcement and straight-up PINCHED. YOUR. ASS. 

how you didn’t yelp is a miracle, and how no one else seemed to notice was equally astounding 

(oh, the boys noticed. They kinda shipped it tho, so it was more a matter of hiding their joy). 

Needless to say, it only happened the once, something you made Babe swear after you pulled him aside and punched him in the arm. 

Don’t worry, you kissed it better.

Roe: 

bb boy doesn’t say anything at first, 

the smile he saves just for you is playing at his lips as you walk up to meet him, tho.

The moment you’re close enough that he can smell the  sweet mint of your gum, he’ll whisper something sweet like “hey you” or “mon amor”, or maybe just your name 

(bc let’s be honest, his accent is 10 out of 10 and he could read me the dictionary and I’d still rock an ugly giggle/snort combo). 

If it’s a more serious situation, like if you’re hurt oh lordy

he will literally shout your name until either you shout back or someone tells him where you are. 

I could see him being a face holder, in the sense that he does it to reassure himself that you’re okay and make sure he has your undivided attention. 

Since getting injured in Carentan, you hadn’t been as close to the frontlines as you had been, so when you were needed you are REALLY NEEDED, 

and even if he didn’t like it Gene knew you were the best at what you did. 

Gene also feels better if he knows where you are.

 Even when you eventually return to Easy, he will feel better knowing which Foxhole you’re in, and knowing he’s seen to it your first aid kit was fully stocked.

Liebgott: 

THAT FUCKER’S SMIRKING AT YOU SO OPENLY that whoever he had been talking to instantly goes 

*sigh* y/n’s just came in, didn’t she? 

And he won’t even ANSWER because he’s already shoving past them to walk up and eye you with obvious satisfaction. 

“Bout time you showed up,” he’d say casually, hands finding your hips giving them a quick squeeze. 

“Sooner we get briefed, sooner we can get outta here.” 

(You’re not fully sure what ‘getting outta here’ entails, but if the way he looked at you was any indication, you had a feeling it didn’t involve anything less than PG-13 sexy times.)

Bull: 

“Hey, little lady.”

He’ll say it no matter how tall or short you are, how wide or how narrow.

He will always say it to you that when you first see each other in the morning 

(sometimes, you wake up to Hey, little lady being kissed into the soft skin behind your ear.) 

(Once while on a 48 hour pass, he’d woken you up that way in a REAL bed and the two of you had nearly gotten him sent up Curahee for being late coming back because you’d ended up spending more time in that bed than either of you anticipated Whoops)

(Even if he had been late, he definitely wouldnt have minded, tbh. He fully considered going AWOL if it mean neither of you had to leave the bed)

but throughout the day he’s more concerned about getting his hands on some part of you whenever the two of you had been apart- 

even if it was for like five minutes. 

Nothing over the top- holding his arm up and out so you can step into his side, a press of his lips to your temple. 

Idk guys i just feel like he’d just love you so much that everyone would be able to see, which they do and they all think it’s fucking cute

Buck: 

He doesn’t always call out when he sees you, mostly because your eyes always seem to find his. 

The two of you could be across a field from one another with a thousand angry Germans between you, guns blazing, and the two of you would always spot each other like two honing beacons. 

If its downtime and you guys don’t have to be on your guard he’ll ABSOLUTELY wolf whistle in at you, 

You’ll see a stupid grin lighting up his face as he nods in your direction. 

“Take a look, boys. I think we’ve got ourselves a…” 

and he always waits until you’re close enough that he can wrap a quick arm around your waist and pat your hip. 

“Certified babe-asaurus!” 

(in a foxhole somewhere, a wild Babe’s head pokes up in confusion). 

You groan and boo him, and whoever he was with inevitably ends up booing him too.

But he doesn’t care because seeing you smile makes him so happy you guys.

Lipton: 

If you’re in public, he will quietly step up beside you and place his hand gently between your shoulder blades.

He’s not super into PDA, which you didn’t mind because what he didn’t show in physical touch he more than made up for in open admiration. 

He is in awe of you 

sometimes he worries you forget how highly he thinks of you, how highly everybody thinks of you 

(you don’t forget, but he’s just one of those people who will get intrusive thoughts like that and sometimes has a hard time shaking them so plz just let him say it ok?)

so he always whispers some praise with his greeting 

(Hey, beautiful...Doin’ okay, love?...What’re you thinking, brilliant girl?). 

It’d probably seem like overkill if anyone else did it but Carwood is just so goddamn sincere that you can’t help but duck a quick kiss to his shoulder. 

HOWEVER! 

If you two kids are alone….

OH BOI. 

He is handsy, coming up and caging you with his arms, 

probably pulling you close quickly so you lose your balance and he can hold you a lil bit.

(He likes to sweep you off your feet im so sorry)

 That’s when his praises are hushed and sighed between long slow kisses. 

Nixon: 

Like Liebgott, he’s a snarky motherfucker who will get the most self-satisfied grin on his face the moment he sees you, instantly turning on the famous Lewis Nixon charm ( something he’d long since decided belonged to you and you alone.)

“Uh oh,” he’d say, looking you up and down before raising an eyebrow.

(bc your hot but also he doesn’t want to get all flirty if you’re hurt or sick or something’s up bc ur not just something to flirt with- YOU ARE A BADASS WITH BADASS RESPONSIBILITIES AND THAT WAS SOMETHING HE very often and sometimes FOUND SO HOT THAT IT MADE HIM THINK HE MAY HAVE AN AUTHORITY FETISH this has been a PSA) 

“Here comes trouble.”

you roll your eyes, the behavior you once found cocky and arrogant having becoming endearing somewhere between Toccoa and England. 

He has absolutely no qualms about PDA (verbal or physical), so it’s up to you to reign him in 

(especially if he’s a lil tipsy, poor Luz didn’t need to hear Lewis’s sloppy and shameless plea for you to let him eat you out on top of piano he’d found in the attic of the billet he’d been assigned. You weren’t able to look at George for a week without wanting to die of embarrassment and Lewis Nixon didn’t get any for two weeks. He was sure to never make such a mistake ever again) 

And Dick had probably grown blind to how Lewis liked to pull you his lap and run his hands up and down your thighs while you played with his hair. 

Also, like Lipton, he probably saves the more explicit acts of PDA for when the company has scheduled downtime 

(but only bc you told him he needed to keep it in his pants any other time he tried to get cute with you)

but you can bet your ass his hand will always try to tap it (your ass, that is.)at least once

a day when he isn’t supposed to.

That’s when you get to punish him whoopsies

Dick: 

since the day you were introduced to Dick in Georgia, the boy always made sure to stand when you entered a room and will call you “ma’am”,

(you know, LIKE HE DOES ONLY BECAUSE HE HAS TO FOR SOBEL BC RANKS. I feel like he has a “we salute the woman, not the rank” speech queued up for anyone who tried to give him shit for it BUT THAT’s JUST ME)

but he has a knowing look in his eye that makes the term ‘ma’am’ feel anything but impersonal.

It confused the shit out of replacements, who would automatically stand because their superior officer (that would be Big Dick Winters) did- only to see you standing there in your fatigues with a coffee in each hand with a look of mutual confusion on your face. 

(bc while they like you, but they’re confused still bc while you’re a boss ass bitch,  you didn’t outrank him...or at least they theink you dont?) 

Babe had been the one to ask you about the longing looks and lingering glances, and when you didn’t know how to answer him you’d gone to Nixon, 

He’d burst into tearful laughter and was unable to get it together enough to explain anything.

Dick had been the one to bring it up the next time they were alone, weirdly enough, as she proofread his report for errors that didn’t exist. 

Because you warrant it, he’d said when pressed for a reason why he greeted her like a ranking officer, looking down at his boots as they both blushed like teenagers at a school dance. 

After that, he still stood wherever you walked in

but now he made a point to brush his fingers against yours at some point during the time you were together. 

He’s the definition of a slow burn friends-to-lovers story, and boi can get spicy LEMME TELL YOU.

(this is my first writing thing ever plz let a sister know if there are any glaring typos. Also i’m roughly 97 years late to fandom but I brought y’all some starbucks so plz let me in thank you)

[awelldressedtornado]

Posting about literally the only AU/AM/ETC IDK I think about:

Goodnightverse

Goodnightverse is basically an original AU of mine that I'm deciding to open to the public. Basically, There are guardians and shadow demons. Another stupid AU about positivity and negativity, you understand. The shadow demons were never meant to exist but Irene, the barer of Absolute Negatvity created them to cause more Absolute Negativity to destroy the omniverse as revenge against the three gods for taking away her loved one

Shadow Demons are like endermen but each have a unique form. An example of a Shadow Demon is Jeremy/Cola (Old art):

They each have one unique trait to them as well. Shadow Demons are also unusually tall like endermen. These are the guardians enemies. They're cruel, ruthless, reckless, and feral. Their aura is tainting towards guardians which is why they don't end up fighting for long. Shadow Demons only show up at night as sunlight and bright lights cause them to burn.

Guardians live in a place called centre. An example of a guardian.

This is Bullet. She's just an example of a guardian. Guardian outfits have no limits so go wild. Guardian's have ranks. The top rank is the Top Commander, leader of the guardians but currently they only have the Second Rank Commander since the Top Commander disappeared mysteriously and they have no one as strong as him to replace them so the second rank takes his place.

Shadow Demon Researchers research Shadow Demons to find their weaknesses and their source. They're very abusive towards Shadow Demons.

Guardians protect humans down on the earth. The two main characters, Jam and Cola, protect Frisk and Chara. Frisk, a colkege artist trying to get by through art blocks, struggles and college work and stress. And Chara, A twitch streamer who's goal is to bring happiness to everyone as he never got any back in his past. He makes video game references.

Frisk is a girl and Chara is a boy in this AU/AM thing, I dunno.

Many of the characters are references towards other existing Characters from AUs or Outcodes

Lunar - Nightmare by Jokublog

Star - Dream By Jokublog

Paint - Ink by Myebi

Knife - Dust by askdusttale

Rose - Fell by underfell

Blossom - Flowerfell By Siviosanei

Heart - Lust by NSFWShameCave

Lighter - Fresh by Loverofpiggies

Monarch - Cross by Jakei

String - Error by Loverofpiggies

M.W/Milky Way - Outer by 2mi127

Ribbon - Swap by the AU Community

This is all I'ma speak about literally my only good AU/AM/ETC IDK

I hope you like it

(All art used in this is old)

[blackberry-gingham]

Hi !

I just love so much your imagines and was wondering if you could make one about the boys dating a latina reader (as an immigrant ive always felt kinda complexed by my spanish accent and short height soo 😅)

Thanks 💜

Of course! And np I got your correction lol, headcannons it is!

George

Ok so we all know that late stage George was really into other cultures!

So I think he'd actually be SUPER interested to learn about your heritage/culture/language, everything!!!

George doesn't understand why some people might have a hard time understanding your accent, especially anyone who's dumb and would tease you for it!

He understands you just fine! Which is a bit surprising considering how distant England is from any latin or even spanish cultures

But like I said, George prides himself on picking up different cultures quickly!

In fact, I think that he'd even try to speak with you in your native language of you'd be willing to teach him a bit!!

It takes some trial and error, but he's trying his best lol

Oh and he would definitely get more into things like spanish guitar

Not that he'd totally drop his sittaur and all that

It's just that he'd want to write some songs for/about you that make you feel comfortable and take inspiration from your culture!

You may feel overwhelmed by how high his interest in you and where you come from is

But first off, he's just naturally curious lol

And second, George just loves you so much, he wants to get to know your likes, your dislikes, your heritage, your hopes, your dreams, and everything in between as much as he possibly can!

John

Idk how deeply you guys stan John lmao, but if you're a freak like me then you know that John really and truly loves EVERYONE

Like all body types, all nationalities, all skin colors

As long as you're gentle with his heart, he'd follow you till the end ❤️

And while I do whole heatedly believe all that, I also kinda think John actually likes small/shorter women!

I mean???

Cynthia? May pang? Yoko???

All three were like 5'5 at the MOST I believe

I think he likes to feel tall and strong lol, so he'd totally do stuff like getting things that are high up or carrying lots of stuff for you!

Personally, I think John would also be interested in completely immersing himself in your culture!

The thing that sets him apart from George tho is that John is a bit more objective with his interest

You see, John likes to educate himself about cultures and things in general that he's not very familiar with bc he's interested in the human condition!

He's so glad to have you there with him too btw

Even as he gets older, he still has some anxiety, so having you there to show him the ropes and share your interests helps put him at ease

Paul

Now Paul, while being a gentleman!! is quite the ladies man as we all know lol

So I think that he'd be absolutely enthralled by your gorgeous latina features!

To him all the things that you might feel insecure about, like your accent and height, are simply just the things that make you who you are!!

It's all just natural, and there's nothing more beautiful then that :D

Honestly tho, like Paul just likes to appreciate you lol

He likes to play with your hair and if you do anything particular to care for it like creams or oils, he'd totally want to help!

Also, he really enjoys cuddling with you!

After all, your height makes it easier to hold you, and who doesn't like that?

Plus, like John, he likes that you make him feel big lol

But best of all, he would totally love to seranade you and bounce song ideas off you!

Paul loves writing music, so adding some Latin roots to a couple of his usual song formulas might be interesting! I mean... Who knows!

Even if it doesn't work out, he could never regret spending studio time with you :)

Ringo

Alright, now of all the boys I personally think Ringo would be the most appreciative of an S/O on the shorter side lol

You see, you may feel short but to him you're the perfect size!

It's not that he's intimidated by women his height or even taller!

He just likes being able to feel protective of his lil' gf

Also, I think you and Ringo could have the most fun with stuff regarding your roots!

You too could totally tease and make jokes about your (or even each other's!) accents and stuff like that lol

It's all on good fun of course!

Honestly it would only be ok bc you two are close, but if anyone else tried to tease you, Ringo would definitely stand up for you!

I think that'd be a secret perk of not only dating, but also being shorter then Ringo tbh

It makes him feel extra responsible for protecting you!

Considering how he's usually so chill and passive, you could count yourself as pretty special that he'd act like that for you lol

Who knows? Maybe the influence from dating you inspires him to be more passionate 👀

I'll leave an exact interpretation of what that could mean up to you ;)

[girlfriendsofthegalaxy]

tuesday again

the last fuckin one of the year. i posted one of these almost every week. you can find all 50 posts @tuesday-again and every tuesday again song on this spotify playlist. 

listening fictional aisle, by tall boy special. this is nonsensical and delightful. i don’t know that it’s particularly well produced or that the music video is especially good but it’s a song that does what it says on the tin. 

reading high crimes by christopher sebela. good premise! disgraced former snowboarding champ now moonlights as a grave robber when she’s guiding rich tourists up everest! stumbles across a dead spy! mystery unravels in a disappointing way and the ending made me yell OH COME ON so loud the dog upstairs barked in alarm!

i do appreciate how the male author and the male artist gave me a sort of fucked up woman who is not sexy at all in her breakdown(s) and there aren’t any weird Hurt but Sexy panels even though she does have full mascara and falsies on in every closeup. they drank like three quarters of their glass of respect women juice

watching the thing (1982, dir. Carpenter). every year i watch a non-traditional christmas movie bc honestly fuck this holiday. i have not seen this since high school when i was trying to impress someone. it is understandable why it was not a hit at first, bc the pacing is fucked and this movie expects me to tell twelve (a full dozen!) scruffy men apart. i could not tell you the timeline of infection or who infected who based on one viewing.

i think it only gets actually tense when it’s an interpersonal thriller- when everyone’s super paranoid and trying to figure out who is infected based on??? idk??? vibes??? interpersonal bullshit before they figure the blood test out??? it’s a solid movie. i think it would be a much more interesting weird short experimental film and it doesn’t really need to be two hours. or if it does give me more of everyone slowly turning on each other and factions forming. 

also, the last time i saw this i had not played fallout 4 (because it wasn’t out) and i had to pause the movie and sigh deeply at the introduction of kurt russell as rj macready. bethany esda could have a made an interesting parallel with the synths or done ANYTHING with it other than going “oh cool name we’re big john carpenter fans bc people seem to like him??? don’t you like all the REFERENCES to OTHER BETTER MEDIA in OUR PIECE OF MEDIA???” but ALAS.

idk if i’m ever going to watch it again but i appreciate what it’s trying to do and its use of practical effects. also more movies should have flamethrowers for no particular reason. i think kurt russell did a good job trying to save the planet

playing three different open world games

genshin impact, the game i actually want to play and am enjoying although the current event is stressing me out a little bit

the redder deader redemption, the game i really need to learn to use a controller for and is stressing me out in a different way bc i already know i will pour several hundred hours of my life into it when i could be doing things like replaying fallout to tighten up my fic more. this is probably the one most likely to get shoved to the back burner for later.

and monster hunter, my best friend’s favorite game, bc nothing would make her happier than being able to play it with me and yanno what this is the least i can fucking do for her even though this is not a flavor of game i tend to enjoy (trial-and-error learn how to beat difficult bosses, lots of prepwork and nesting menus, the same reasons i will never play bloodborne or dark souls)

also, thinking about video games all day at work makes me want to play them less. which makes sense but is still disappointing

making made a thing, framed it, framed two other things. not generally a fan of framing things in hoops yet here we are

top left: sewed a little felt strip on the back of the previously-featured scorpio piece so it hangs properly on my wall

bottom left: pattern from @roachpatrol , a line from the Imperial Radch trilogy. this 40x40 tiny thing took just under five hours start-to-finish not counting washing & drying time (stitching, backstitching, all the fiddly bits involved with framing) while i caught up on waypoint radio

right: this was a christmas gift from my sister that came rolled up in a little packet. i don’t have enough felt to properly back it but it is washed, hooped, and i cut the circles of matboard and batting to keep it from collapsing in on itself over time. i don’t know if i want to put it in my bathroom, bc that’s where my washer and dryer live and everything gets linty and weird real fast. maybe the outside of the door