#Sorry it's short

[nyastri]

For the wonderful @la-sera. You're such a talented artist and kind person, thank you for posting your beautiful works! Here's a short fic I wrote for Fan Joy July, based on this comic you made. I hope you like it.

Hyrule had always been a light sleeper. He could be woken up by the quietest sounds, whether it be footsteps from the other Links, or even crickets that chirped too loudly. And in tonight’s case, he was stirred awake by Legend’s mumbling. 

He couldn’t make out what he was saying, but his tone was pleading and desperate.

He propped himself up, turning around to face Legend. He was shaking, and he had broken out in a cold sweat. His entire face was scrunched together in distress, and even his ears were starting to droop from whatever horror he was dreaming of. Hyrule heard him grinding his teeth, and he watched as his hands clenched into fists.

A soft whimper escaped him, and Hyrule belatedly realized that he was also crying. The veteran, the one who acted so unaffected by his quests, was crying. The healer felt a gap open in his chest at seeing how devastated and scared Legend looked. Despite all the battles and dungeons they had faced together, he had never seen the veteran look so vulnerable.

The healer slowly reached for his shoulder, putting his hand down with a feather-light touch. He hoped that it would be gentle enough to not scare Legend, but he should have known better. Because as soon as he touched his predecessor, Legend grabbed his wrist in a vice grip.

The veteran snapped, “Touch me again and I swear-”

“It's just me, it's Hyrule!” He hurriedly explained, “You were having a nightmare, I wanted to wake you up…”

Legend stared at him for several more seconds before seeming to finally realize he wasn't under attack. He sighed and let go of the traveler’s wrist. He flung his hand over his eyes, trying to hide the tears that were falling down his face.

Hyrule put his hand on his brother's arms, trying to calm him down.

“It’s okay to cry…” he said softly. But Legend just huffed and turned around, facing his back at the traveler.

“I'm fine,” he muttered. Hyrule frowned before awkwardly lying back down, feeling dejected. He knew that Legend was still scared, whether he wanted to admit it or not. But how could he help? What would make him feel safer and looked after?

The answer was so simple, Hyrule nearly laughed.

He pressed his back against Legend’s, feeling his brother flinch slightly from surprise.

“Don't worry, vet, I've got your back.”

The traveler felt the veteran relax and within a few minutes, Legend started to snore softly. Hyrule smiled and closed his eyes, happy that he could help his brother.

[tonberry-yoda]

I'll Never Leave You - Peter B. Parker

notes - FINALLY OMFG. Okay, I make this poll a while ago and I finally got to the fic! Thanks to all who voted and all of my Peter fans! Here's a bit of an angsty comfort fic! I hope you enjoy! <3 word count - 451

You woke up to the sound of your front door opening. You knew it was Peter coming home late from work, but you didn't want to be too sure, so you grabbed your pepper spray from off of your keys and slowly walked towards the stairs. When you saw that it was just Peter, who was slowly coming up the stairs, slipping off his Spiderman mask, you smiled.

"Hey, bubba," you said. "Tired?"

He nodded, chuckled, and grabbed your hand, letting him lead you to your room. You put your pepper spray away and helped him out of his hero outfit. He smiled at you sweetly as you cupped his face, pulling him close to press a small kiss to his lips.

"I love you." you whispered against his lips, pulling him into your arms, not caring that he was just in a pair of boxers. You ran your fingers through his soft hair and pressed small kisses around his ears that made him giggle.

"I love you too." he said, falling straight into bed. He was much to exhausted to take a shower, and you really didn't mind.

You landed on the bed next to him and cuddled onto his chest, rubbing a little circle on his stomach.

"I'm sorry I can't be here for you." Peter said quietly.

You looked up in shock and saw that there were tears running down his cheek.

"Peter, what on earth are you talking about?" You cupped both sides of his face, wiping his tears with your thumb.

"I'm gone all day and come home late and..." He went on and on, choking on his own tears. He sat up and buried his face in his hands, trying to hide that he was crying in front of you.

"Peter, stop apologizing. I know your busy and-"

"I just don't want you to leave me." His voice was faint.

"I'm not going to leave you," you reassured him, rubbing his back. "I promise."

He looked up at you and smiled, despite the tear stains. "I know," he sighed. "I just get scared a lot."

"But I thought Spiderman never got scared." you teased, poking his tummy and pressing a couple of kisses to his cheeks.

"Peter Parker does though." he giggled and tried pushing you away, but you pinned him down, tickling him and kissing all over him.

You both laughed until you couldn't breathe and you ended up landing right on his chest, playing with his hair.

"I'll never leave you, Peter. Please know that."

He pressed a kiss to the top of your head and locked you in his arms, breathing you in. "Thank you."

"I love you."

"I love you too."

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[hufflepuffwritingstuff2]

This or That Gothic Edition Snippet 22- Secret Cellar

Inspired by my answers for this post by @blackrosesandwhump!  

Whumpee crept down through the cellar of the ancient house. It was at least a hundred years old, and the lichen grew on the stone walls in thick patches. It was in the middle of Carnival, and Whumpee’s friend had dared them to explore the cellar and bring back a bottle of wine as proof. Whumpee gulped and shuddered as a chill rushed through them. After what seemed like forever, they reached the bottom of the cellar. There was a small bit of wall that jutted out oddly. Whumpee paid it no mind, until they heard the muffled sound of chains rattling and a strange jingling.

Whumpee froze. They grabbed an old, dusty bottle from the wine rack. Amontillado. Sure, whatever. It didn’t matter what kind of wine it was, as long as it was, in fact, wine. Whumpee was ready to race back up when they heard it.

“LET ME OUT! FOR THE LOVE OF-”

Whumpee turned. Was someone… in there? Whumpee cautiously approached the patch of wall.

“Hello?” Whumpee asked.

“HELLO?”

Dear gosh. Someone was in there.

“S-stay there,” Whumpee said, then realized how stupid that sounded, “I-I’m going to get you out!”

“OH, THANK YOU, THANK YOU!”

Whumpee looked around for something they could use. Old mason’s tools lay at the foot of the wall, long since abandoned. Whumpee saw it then. A sledgehammer, very old but still in good condition. Whumpee lifted it, slamming it into the wall.

It took quite a few tries but the masonry eventually crumbled.

“Okay, let’s get you out of-”

Whumpee felt a scream die in their throat.

Skeletal remains lay in the crypt, bound in chains and wearing a jester’s hat with little bells on the ends. Whumpee stumbled back, breathing coming in quick and ragged. They turned, running up and out of the cellar.

“WAIT! WAIT! DON’T LEAVE ME! YOU CAN’T LEAVE ME! IT’S BEEN SO LONG! PLEASE!”

It had been fifty years since the crypt had been disturbed. The mason responsible would never be found. In pace requiescat!

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As you've probably guessed, this was a fanmade sequel to Edgar Allan Poe's The Cask of Amontillado. Great piece of gothic horror, still scares me from time to time! I hope you enjoyed it!

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[omni-present-god-send]

Sir Pentious and Zestial going on a date but the date is debt collections

Sorry I didn't get to this till just now lol

But yes. Zestial is the one that suggests it. He wants to take out his boyfriend, he has debts to collect. It's perfect! Pentious is a little hesitant. If only because he doesn't want to get in Zestial's way. Eventually Zestial convinces him that he will not be in the way and he'll be perfectly safe with Zestial right there. Pentious actually has a good time too. He gets test dummies for his more... chaotic inventions and he gets to create such beautiful screams for his boyfriend. It's surprisingly cute. If you ignore the screams of the damned and the fact that they're covered in blood.

sorry this is short. I'm... working on something

[genshinrail]

You Said You’d Want a Pet

Kaveh x GN!reader

Fluff | Word count: 941

Summary: Kaveh returns home with some new family members.

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   It was a nice and quiet day, sunny and warm, perfect for staying inside and doing nothing at all. You were sitting on the couch with a book in your hand, in the house you and your boyfriend shared. The home was a small, but cozy place, perfect for a couple who doesn’t plan on having children any time soon. Kaveh had been away for the whole day in the desert. Something about his next project, he said. Perhaps he needed inspiration. 

Suddenly you hear a knock on the door. It was probably Kaveh. You got up from the couch and put your book away, eagerly walking to the front door. When you opened it, those beautiful familiar red eyes and warm smile greeted you.

“Kaveh,” you said excitedly. “You’re back!”

He chuckled but stayed put. You tilted your head with a questioning look in your eyes.

“Hi babe…” he spoke a little awkwardly.

Your eyes narrowed. He usually didn’t act this way. What was he hiding? 

Kaveh awkwardly scratched the back of his head while chuckling nervously. Something was definitely off.

“Kaveh?” you crossed your arms. “What did you do?”

“Nothing! Well…” He couldn’t even look at you, his eyes shifting down. “I have a question.”

You raised your brow and nodded your head. Kaveh took a deep breath and gave you the most pretty smile. Oh no, it was his cute puppy face. The face he showed when he wanted something.

“Babe, you said you’d want a pet. Like a dog, right?”

You nodded your head slowly. You sighed internally. Had he adopted puppies?

“Well… how about-” Kaveh stepped away a little, and then, three small desert foxes appeared. “- desert foxes?”

All you could do was stare at the three animals that were cutely standing next to Kaveh’s feet. How would you even react? How should you react? You loved your boyfriend, but this was unexpected.

“Kaveh.” you finally looked up at your boyfriend who was smiling awkwardly. “How… and where, did you find them?”

“It’s a long story”, Kaveh said.

“I’d like to hear it”, you replied.

He sighed, then nodded. “Okay, but can they come in? They’re probably hungry.”

With a moment of thinking, you finally nodded and stepped away so Kaveh and the foxes could come in. The little animals jumped around looking at their new surrounding curiously. Kaveh walked in, immediately worrying about what they were doing.

“Hey, watch out for that-. Hey! Don’t go there that’s my-. Watch it! You might get hurt!”

You watched as your boyfriend was stressing over his new little friends excitedly looking around and jumping on places. You couldn’t help but chuckle at how cute the scene was. While he was running around the foxes like a brand new mother, you walked over to the kitchen to see if there was something desert foxes could eat. Some leftover meat.

You had put the meat into three deep plates and placed them on the floor. “Come eat!”

You heard the small paw taps hit the floor as the foxes hurried to you. They looked happy seeing their food and dug in right away. After them came exhausted looking Kaveh.

“They’re so fast…” he said while breathing heavily. “We have to baby-proof the house.”

“Baby-proof?” You raised your eyebrow amusingly, smirking. “I would’ve wanted a warning for becoming a parent.”

Kaveh’s face got pale and another nervous chuckle left his lips.

“How about that long story?” you asked. “Why are we suddenly desert fox parents?”

“Right…” he nodded firmly. “Come, let’s go sit on the couch.”

Together you two walked into the living room, leaving the foxes to eat in peace. You sat down on the couch, Kaveh sitting next to you. He fidgeted with his fingers for a moment, until you tapped onto his shoulder and he sighed.

“So you know I was in that game with the other Darshans?” he asked, to which you nodded. “Well, while I was in the desert there were desert foxes who followed me. I don’t know why! But I couldn’t let them be so I helped them.”

You tilted your head. “But that was a while ago?”

“Yes, yes. Well… I went to the desert again for a project. And I met those three guys again…” Kaveh sighed deeply. “I tried to shoo them away, but they just didn’t leave! So I then walked away, but they followed…”

You grabbed Kaveh’s hand. He looked at you with wide eyes, like he was shocked.

“And you couldn’t just let them be?” you asked, showing him an understanding smile.

Kaveh nodded slowly, his cheeks turning a light shade of red. You let out a warm chuckle, shaking your head. He was too cute.

“You’re… you’re not mad?” he asked.

You shook your head, your warm smile remaining. “No, I’m not.”

“But… I brought wild animals into our home without your permission!” Kaveh said as if to argue with you.

“But I know you”, you explained. “I know you can’t let the smaller and weaker creatures to be, especially if they followed you here.”

Kaveh tilted his head. “So… we’ll keep them as our pets?”

A wide smile framed your face as you nodded. “As long as they won’t ruin the house!”

Suddenly, the three little foxes hopped all in front of the two of you, waggling their tails.

“I guess we’ll need to give them names”, Kaveh said, motioning one of them to hop on his lap. The other two hopped on your lap. You gently petted them. A sudden idea came into your mind and you smirked.

“How about ‘Alhaitham’?”

“Hell no!”

[weaver-of-fates]

Oneshot Stats

Title: The Meeting Before

Written By: Shy

Word Count: 1041

Characters: Reader (You), Sebek Zigvolt

Other Notes: This is an x reader thing. Initially intended to be taken in a romantic sense, it can be taken platonically as well. No specified gender for reader.

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You rushed back to your dorm after school ended. Luckily, there were no club meetings you had to attend or anyone trying to get you to hang out with them directly after school. You would have turned them down anyway; you already had plans you needed to prepare for.

Luckily for you, Grim was going to spend time with Ace and Deuce at Heartslabyul before the school party that was meant to take place later tonight. This would give you the alone time you needed to get ready for it. It was meant to be one of those fancy sort of parties, one you wouldn’t expect out of a traditionally all boys school. Either way, you were excited to get dressed up for it and for the meet up you were going to have with a certain someone before it.

You opened the door to Ramshackle, quickly closing it behind you and tossing your school stuff aside in haste. You ran up the stairs and down the hall to the room you shared with Grim, busting into it as if there’s no tomorrow. You closed the door to your room behind yourself, accidentally slamming it causing you to flinch. Hopefully you didn’t break anything.

You went over to the wardrobe in your room, opening it out and pulling out your outfit for the party tonight. You carefully set it down on your bed, making sure not to wrinkle it or otherwise maim it. A sigh escaped your lips, forcing yourself to relax a bit. Rushing this process would only cause you to make an error at some point.

You changed into your nice outfit from your school one, taking a look in the foggy mirror to make sure you looked okay in it. If you were going to be completely honest with yourself, you looked good in this outfit. You did get help from Vil on this after all, so of course you’d look good. You would just need to remember all the steps to the make-up process he showed you.

You pulled out a clean mirror, something Epel was lending to you, perhaps permanently. He had been complaining about how he had too many of them from Vil, after all. You set it on the table, leaning against the wall so you could have a good look at your face. After that, you pulled out all the different make-up things Vil had given you, all sorts of things of high quality you would never be able to afford on your own.

Doing your make-up was a careful process. You wanted to look good for this after all, and you would be upset if you didn’t do it in good quality. You were careful in remembering each of the steps you were shown and carrying them out to the best of your ability, making sure to do the steps in the correct order.

You smiled at yourself in the mirror once you completed your make-up. You were actually looking wonderful. Hopefully the individual you were meeting up with before the party would think so too…

The next thing you had to do was your hair. This was also something Vil showed you how to do and even instructed you on doing it for yourself for this day. Though you were being much more gentle on yourself than Vil was with you. What was it with certain people and tugging on hair? Is it fun for them? You shrugged it off.

Your get-up is now complete. It took longer than you would have liked it too. It was starting to get dark outside, and the party was due to start soon as well. You got up, picking up a few things you needed before heading out the door to go to the spot you were meeting a special someone at.

You headed for the forest by the main building of the school. It was the place you and the other person selected, mostly so others wouldn’t bother the two of you, knowing how some of your friends were. You soon reached for the forest at the pace you were walking. It was nice to see how the sun bathed everything in its sunset light, painting the sky in warm colours.

You entered the forest, finding a nice clearing in it with a couple logs to sit on, like at some point some boys came out here and camped for a night. You sat down, waiting for the person you planned to meet with. The nerves you had before seemed to start swirling in your stomach as you were left with nothing but your thoughts and the sounds of the forest.

“I see you made it on time, Hu- Prefect.”

You looked over to see the person you were waiting for, and smiled.

“Hey Sebek, you look wonderful and all cleaned up. Well, more than usual, anyway.”

He stared at you for a few moments before looking away, but not before you caught the light blush dusting his cheeks. “You look nice too.”

Your smile widened. “Why thank you.”

He looked back at you again, biting his lip lightly as he held his hand out for you to take. You took his hand gratefully, making eye contact with him for a moment, getting a chance to really look at those green eyes of his and how they sparkled. All too quickly though, he looked away again.

“May I hold you for a moment?”

You nodded. “Of course. Feel free to hold me for longer than that.”

Sebek gently pulled you towards him, wrapping his arms around you once you were close enough. You held him back, feeling how stiff he was, likely from how nervous he was feeling. You rubbed circles in his back, feeling how the tension seemed to leave his body.

“Can we stay here? For a little while? Before we go to the party, of course.”

“Of course.”

“I have to go to the party on time after all. Malleus-sama will be there and I have to be there as one of his bodyguards.”

You chuckled lightly, admiring his dedication. “That makes sense. I’ll be there with you the whole time.”

Sebek looked at you for a moment. “Thank you.”

[bloogers-boogers]

Kyle Brofloski/Stan Marsh (Cartman fictional) (SP one-shot)

Hints of KyleBrofloski/ Eric Cartman and a little bit of Stanman~

Summary:

Cartman wrote a style fanfiction as the deranged shipper he is for showing tell.

Slight warning ⚠️ Eh, I really don't have much to warned, after all, this isn't a full on Kyman fanfiction it's just a habit by now whoops 🤷 I'm joking btw, there's nothing too explicit it's just Cartman being the little shit head he is.

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Mr Garrison cleared his throat as he gestured Clyde to take his seat again.

"You're next, Eric," he said with boredom as he layyed his eyes back on to the magazine he was reading.

Cartman dashed excitedly to the front giggling like some school gossip girl as he thumbs up towards Kenny who thumbs up back, making both his excluded friends arched a brow confused.

Everyone now focused on him, as he cleared his throat and gave firstly his introduction.

"Ehem, what I have in my hands is a written by yours truly boys love fanfiction," and with that a couple of girls gasped, interest peeking in even Wendy turned his way with a hint of curiosity as the boys just looked his way confused.

"This better not be some creek fanfiction or I'll break your teeth out," Craig blurted out annoyed already.

"Fuck you. This isn't about you Craig!" Mumbling a 'Jesus christ' before continuing.

"It's called: forever be mine."

The girls giggled and sighed already in love with the fic already.

"Oh god," he heard Kyle muster, rolling his eyes incredulous.

"My beta reader was Kenny Mccormick," he gestured Kenny who just waved enthusiastic gesturing him with a rush for he to continue, "it's style by the way girls."

The girls gasped glancing at both targeted boys before turning away, the boys looking confused and unaware, oblivious of what it means.

"Hurry up! The suspense is already killing me!" Bebe eagerly shouted.

"Alright geez, calm your tits," shaking his head incredulous as he flipped to the first page.

"It was morning, the cold weather hitting harder than usual while the sun rises. Stan Marsh; a athletic boy-"

"Hey! Wait that's me? What the fuc-" Stan spoke in disbelief.

But before the raven boy could protest the girls hushed him silent even his girlfriend glared at him for he to keep quiet, which he reluctantly did as he grumbled.

"-heroic, and a total jock. Head his way to the usual bus stop he and his friends had claimed as their own.

A point of town were memories had build up, a place people often resonated with their names in grave in that rusty old sign and sometimes snowy path, the ground somehow printed their steps as‐"

"It is not that deep, you were definitely trying to fill that up weren't you fatass."

'Shhh!' The girls hissed the redhead shut.

"- the boys semblance spread around just that spot.

Stan was a total softy when it came to familiarity; a nostalgic feeling that marked his heart and wasn't easy to die down from.

On the other hand, there was Kyle, Kyle Brofloski; a complete geek, hot tempered, fragile individual and his best friend.

Who he was madly in love with."

"Shut the fuck Cartman! What the fuck!?" Kyle slammed with a fist his table, ignoring the glares from all his girls classmates and Clyde.

"Mr Garrison, Kahal's interrupting me again!" Cartman protested already tired of being rudely interrupted.

"Kyle, please sit your ass down and let Eric finish his gay little fantasy book. You'll have your turn eventually."

Kyle gritted his teeth in boiling anger, reluctantly sitting down as he glared deadly at the brunette evil little douche who snickered his way before continuing were he had left off.

"It was before summer of that year when he realized he had caught feelings for his super best friend.

More like he realized quite late that these hidden feelings were already there, way before he could even grasp the idea of ever liking his friend in such way, repressing them since childhood.

Always being left confused and a fuzzy feeling in his stomach with every touch or brush Kyle did his way, it was inevitable to always feel nauseous around him, sweat pouring out from his hands as he was constantly nervous around him, worried to make himself look like a fool or a moron infront of him even while being one.

A complete wreck when he was around other dudes, jealousy arising as he looked at Kyle whose attention searched elsewhere that wasn't him."

"Wow, Eric's really a good writer," Butters whispered to Kenny, who nodded.

"Yeah, since his last creek fanfiction his writing has gotten so much better," the other blond complimented.

"However, his insecurities got the best of him, preventing him from making any moves or confessing his ongoing long lasting love for Kyle.

Kyle was perfect‐"

Kyle's frown lighten as he heard Cartman narrate his character, isolating the context of it all, only hearing his voice and the description of his fictional self.

"- in every aspect of his being. The type of perfect you'd be worried of feeling for another, so much unasked powered he held on to his weak beating heart.

His wild red curls rebelling to let loose under that worned out; washed green, unique and very familiar ushanka. A very important piece of fabric for his characterization. Everything on him was just like it's supposed to be.

Like it was meant to.

Those cold blue looking eyes that could glare holes on to you, digging through each layer of your skin reaching your guts and on to your soul. So far captivating it's hard to let loose around them, it was like being sucked in a hole.

A complete void with no end, a void he was willing to dive in with all intentions of ever going out."

"Wow," Clyde mustered softly, so deeply focused in the story as a couple of girl were left in awe and blushing faces.

"However, that wasn't the only thing that drawn him in a complete depths of focus, his lips for example being one of the countless features that left him breathless."

"Cartman this is the most gayest shit I've ever seen and heard from you in like the entirety sixteen years of our lives," Stan commented tirelessly as he placed his hand on his forehead trying his best to ease his annoyance.

Kyle was long gone indulged by Cartman's way of story telling and captivating writing. He must admit, Cartman was good. He was already hooked even being just the introduction of the 'characters'.

"Those pink candy looking lips drove him delirious, even if they we're dried up most of the time having small cuts on them, he should definitely use some chapstick, but hey? He's in love and doesn't care for his poor lack of care.

And somehow, it's still felt in character of him.

Just so in character as when he speaks against anyone who goes against his morals; normally Cartman his so called archrival, but that's far from the point.

He was fearless when it came to what was right, hot headed when he was stubborn and being proven wrong countless times.

There was so much of him he can't hold, so much depth in his person he's fallen to know he can't get tired of. Layers and layers to unfold and discovering so many new things of him that just adds to the piles of things he likes about him.

Kyle, Kyle, Kyle..

That cute smile leaves him drowsy, in a memorizing trance that makes him want to see that upward frown rise infinite times on a daily, he wished he could keep it like that forever even if he gets tired, sore and all cramped up for it.

Needless to say, I'm in love with Kyle Brofloski."

Kyle's heart skipped a beat and his heart begin beating loudly, feeling a small rush of heat in his cheeks.

Looking at Cartman so very focused on his reading, his expression seemed so calm and his eyelids were half opened in a dreamy manner.

"Now, speaking of such boy..

Kyle woke up that morning, late than usual and looking with panic at his clock. Forgetting to have set his alarm before six, he cursed himself internally rushing himself to the bathroom and doing whatever teens his age would do before school.

As he finished getting ready, he grabbed his backpack sprinting down stairs not even bothering to eat breakfast as he was found late. He said goodbye to his mother from the door before slamming it shut and heading straight to the bus stop.

As he arrived he visualized his three friends already standing and waiting with a bored tiring expression for the bus to pick them up.

He halted before walking slowly, keeping his cool as his eyes darted on to Stan; his best friend, trustful and loyal mate, his long-time crush.

His messy raven hair almost covering half his face, those eyes that adorned under with a black discolored shade by the countless sleepless nights binge playing online gaming with them, lacking energy as usual.

Sometimes he thought his friend was a mess, but a mess he could fix. Stan had many flaws, flaws that were understandable and fixable for the eye, but there was too many layers in his character.

There's was so much of Stan, a chronic pain and immense sadness in that brain an force smile of his-"

Stan eyes peeked instantly from under his arms as his ears now listened attentively.

"- aching for help, for someone to hold him and understand what he goes through.

Sometimes he wished he was that person, but he lacked skill in that department; being emotionally vulnerable and unable to really resonate with those feelings, how he felt in regard of it all.

However, he could make him feel like he wasn't alone, he was good for making distractions. Atleast he could ease his mind with other things than focusing on the negative right?

Still, Stan was all he needed to make him happy. A full of flaws individual who he was madly in love with. His imperfections made him stand out and yet, still so damn well fitting to be place in his heart.

The name of Stan Marsh was carved around everywhere in that blood pumping organ called: heart, and echoed in his brain endlessly.

Stan Marsh..

With those captivating blue eyes and that playful smile, with the cutest eye wrinkles he's ever seen.

And those crooked teeth with glimmering metallic braces surrounding them and a hint of blue as a personalized choice of his.

Oh how he wished to steal a kiss from him... unintentionally crashing his teeth with his braces and somehow laughing it off as goofy and affectionate.

Two dumbasses in love..

Oh so he wish they were..

He sighed, placing in his spot in between both his best friend and archrival, next and lastly was Kenny their chill so caring friend and important piece of their friendship; the one who hold on to the group as if it we're to be cherish and protected.

Even if their broship was a little messy and stumble with all intention to fall apart, it was still glued surprisingly strong.

Honestly surprised it has lasted this long.

He frowned already listening to Cartman's annoying nagging; something about Taylor Swift and some twitch streamer, he truly didn't care about.

Stan on the other hand, was fighting the urge to shake that twitching feeling in his hands. His protective and defensive instinct perking up as he saw Cartman taunting Kyle in their usual banter.

It was so ordinary for them, but that day, it just.. felt unnecessary.

He disliked seeing Kyle be belittle or being called names. And even if it were their bigoted dick of a friend with Kyle being so unfazed by the common ignorant comments and bashing, he couldn't help but feel bitter and angry at him; wanting to punch his face and tell him off as an ass, forbidding him by ever calling Kyle by any other name that isn't 'Kyle', telling him he isn't even allowed near his best friend.

But ofcourse he couldn't, there was always something preventing him from doing so, a barrier in between the space of him and Kyle."

Cartman continued reading the plot, it was the typical cliché drama/romance you'd see on anime, still, there were quite unexpected moments/sceneries here and there.

"Stan slammed him inside the janitor's room, closing the door shut. Their breathing hitting against each other as two panting animals, the room suffocating, ambient being warm and cozy.

Stan crashed their lips together in a desperate attempt to keep him shut.

"Shh, she won't find out," he hushed Kyle reassuring, as the other hissed by the stingy pain that was left in his gums being pushed the braces against them.

Kyle wrapped his arms around his neck, deepening the kiss even further.

Stan's hand were all over him, gripping his ass oh so slightly before pressing his crotch against Kyle's.

Kyle tugged his hair furiously unzipping his jacket trying to get a touch of Stan's bare skin.

But the door swung open and a silhouette covered them in a shadow.

It was Kenny; who looked at them in surprise as his was left speechless by the display of his two best friends flustered face full of embarrassment and somewhat shame for being caught in a intimate and secretive act.

Oh shit."

"And that waaaaas chapters 1 to 5, if you guys want any more updates you guys can always follow my wattpad account which is @ cArtmanbrah67!" He teased, now heading back to sit down, grinning with pride as he felt the deeply 'what happened next' stares on him.

Archieving his goal of pissing all his classmates off and still somehow get praise for it.

All unpleased for no concrete ending.

"W-what? What happened next? Did Kenny end up cheering them on or-" Clyde mustered disbelief.

"Fuck that, did Wendy ever found out that Stan was cheating on her!?" Red exclaimed in utterly shock.

"No, no, no dudes. What about that shit between Tolkien and Tweek what're those two hiding?" Craig chimed in just as offended.

"Oh please, Craig. It's obvious they're planning a surprise birthday party for you at Tolkiens," Bebe groaned annoyed, still sour she couldn't predict the ending.

"You guys are gonna give me writers block," Cartman grunted massaging the sides of his forehead before resting his head in his arms with boredom.

<<<< —————>>>>

The next day, it was Kyle's turn to present his own showing tell.

"For my showing tell project I've written-" he smirked smugly and glaringly at Cartman who arched his brow already knowing what he had planned next, "is a fanfiction of Butter x Cartman, I call it: an ass away."

Girls gasped enthusiastic as Stan snickered mischievous.

"My beta reader was Stan Marsh."

Cartman face reddened in embarrassment and anger, cussing out profanities at them.

[estherbean]

Runs in

Uhh uhm uhm .. I’m not mentally sane so

Lee N i want Lee N pls (you can choose the Ler or whatever that may be >:3)

🍦

(I gotchu. Hope you don't mind my dumbass adding me OC Nova :3 ITS A SWITCH BUT IT INCLUDES LEE N I AM SO SORRY-) ___________________________________________________________

Fox Shenanigans!

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Storyboard: Nova and N has a bit of a tickle fight >:3 ____________________________________________________________ It started off with N being in the Nightingale home, which Nova was allowed to share her home with the disassembly drones. N was in his room when Nova had busted in with a smile. "Ah- Nova? Do you need anything?" N asked

Nova didn't say anything, but pouncing on him while her fox tail sways behind her. "Nova?!- Whahahat?-" N couldn't keep a straight face while his stomach was targeted by Nova's little fingers that scribbled on it.

"Can't help myself!" Nova smiled and scratched his underarms, making him squeal and kick. "Nohohovahahaha!" "Mhm?" "Stahahahap!" Nova sat ontop of him, thinking for a moment before scratching harder. N bucked and kicked, jerking wildly in fits of laughter and giggles that he almost knocked her off! Nova stopped after a while, hugging her brother with a smile and her tail wagging furiously. N smiled and hugged his little sister.. Nova tries to let go, but she was trapped? "Dear sister.. it's my turn now."

[bxrningembers]

Starter for @silverwingborn

"Well, this is unexpected... what's a Nephilim doing down here in my ring?" Asmodeus asked, addressing the hybrid with interest. You didn't see many of them these days, and even more rare was to see them appear in Hell.

[denverneumann]

Denver knocked on the door, and stood nervously until it opened. She hadn't seen Enna since Slate had sent her to Seven, and now here they both were in Nine. It felt like a lifetime had passed since Denver had stayed on Enna's couch. She had so much to catch her friend up on, and so much she wanted to know about what she'd been missing while she'd been out here.

"Enna," she said with a grin when she saw her. "It's so good to see you! I don't know if Slate told you I was coming. Or someone else in the Vox. Whoever is in charge of assignments. But hi! I missed you."

@ennalydonsbee

[sincityszn]

"you know, you're really, really pretty." milo slurred his words as his eyes just scanned over the femme on the driver's side of the car. he wasn't shy about checking her out. she had come and picked him up from the house party he attended. @mccntower

[angelrunners]

Lucifer x Reader

Diavolo noticed you weren't in class lately and pulled Lucifer aside afterwards. "Did something happen to, MC?" He asked with concern. "Everything is fine, MC is just sick is all." Lucifer reassured him and got a sigh of relief in return. "That's good to hear. I just want to know MC isn't hurt or even worse. And i know you both have a thing going." He teased lightly, Lucifer blushing a bit. "But I'm glad to hear MC is ok. Keep me updated please." Diavolo said in a stern voice and got a small nod from Lucifer. "Thank you, Lucifer." Diavolo said before heading off. Luci would have to let you know about what was happening when he got back of course. You we're asleep and he was not going to let you be disturbed.

Not long ik but I'm on the brink of passing out and this was in my head for a little snippet thing.

[gillion-fagstrider]

Of Kings and Gods

A short drabble about the Mezalean king and the god of Stratos.

AO3

You are the king of Mezalea, and you have not left your castle (split in two, quite symbolic you think) in two years. The portraits of the dead stare at you from your walls. With hollow eyes they ask you why you couldn’t save them. You spend most of your days stuck in the past, imagining all the things you would’ve done (you would’ve done everything the same, you knew nothing of the coming disaster). Wind. An open window, its curtains long gone. You look out over your kingdom for the first time since that day. A bridge. It stretches from one side of the chasm to the other (more symbolism, but that sort of thing was never your specialty). Maybe it is time. Your people are rebuilding, your kingdom returning to life, and with it so do you. You take one last glance at the painting of your past, and decide to focus on your future.

When you die they will call the greatest king of Mezalea (maybe you would laugh, you had been the first king). They will continue to honor you, in writings, in prayers, in song. In their book and paintings (would you have liked it? Would you have been embarrassed?). Mezalea will flourish because of your efforts. Alas, maybe the mesa was never the right home.

A drought. Cracked earth and dead plants. The people try their best, but in the end all they can do is pray. To the nature spirits (they have long been gone), to the sea gods (she cannot hear them), they pray to you. Rain. It comes heavy in sheets, returning life to the dry earth (was it a coincidence? Was it you?). They will remember this. They will tell their children, who will tell theirs, who will speak to each other of the time you sent down a storm to drive off an approaching army and they will honor you. 

They will honor you long after they forget your name, long after they trade cracked red earth for lush green hills. They will honor you long after the name Mezalea has faded from their memories. They will honor you, god who brings the rain, the holder of thunder, the king of the heavens, the god of storms. That’s who you’ve always been after all (isn’t it?).

[lxrdboxmxn]

@masterporky

´´ Now THAT'S a set of chompers I can get behind . ´´

He says that as if he doesn't have a full set of razor sharp teeth himself .

[icycoldninja]

Please come home (Genesis x Reader angst)

You awoke to the sound of your alarm clock blaring loudly; disturbing your slumber. Sighing, you rolled over and slapped the snooze button, eager to get that annoying beeping to go away. With a groan, you slowly sat up, rubbed your eyes, and found your eyes wandering over to a framed picture of you and your lover, Genesis, that you'd kept by your bedside ever since it was taken, demonstrating how dearly you treasured that memory. Feeling a wave of sad nostalgia wash over you, you picked up the picture and stared at it, somberly taking in every detail.

You and Genesis had been sitting under a Banora White tree, dark green leaves surrounding the ground around you two. You were lying on Genesis' chest; he'd had one arm draped around your shoulder, caressing it, while his free hand held LOVELESS, that book of poetry he adored so much. Both of you were smiling at the camera, looking so loving and peaceful in that moment.

You turned and looked back at your messy bed, seeing that the sheets were rumpled from where you'd been sleeping. Normally, Genesis would be lying on the other side of the bed; the sheets there would have been ruffled as well. But not today.

"Not anymore." You mumbled sadly, wiping your teary eyes with your hand. With a deep sigh, you placed the picture back down on the nightstand and stood up, trudging towards the window to pull back the shade and let some much needed light into your room. Despite the bright sunlight that soon flooded your room, you still felt as if the world was gray. Ever since Genesis deserted Shinra and left you all alone, the world had lost its shine.

"Why'd you have to leave, Gen?" You whispered, knowing full well he couldn't hear you.

"Don't you have any idea how lonely I am?" You sighed and turned away from the window, heading for the bathroom to freshen up and start what was sure to be a dreary day. As you entered the bathroom, you spotted some of Genesis' things--little possessions that reminded you of him. Two bottles of shampoo sat on the shower caddy, one (f/s) and one apple scented. Two toothbrushes sat in the cup by the sink, one (f/c) and one red. A bottle of your cologne/perfume sat on the bathroom shelf next to all your personal hygiene supplies, next to it was a bottle of fruity cologne. Genesis' cologne. Occasionally, during your loneliest nights, you'd spritz some of that cologne onto one of his old coats and snuggle with it, pretending it was him.

But even though it had his sent, it was not the same. Nothing was ever the same. You went through your morning routine monotonously; carrying on like a robot, going through the motions of the day as if you were programmed to do nothing else.

Later that night, after a long day of boring, soul-sucking, automonous work, you made yourself a cup of (f/d) and stared out the window, gazing down onto the bustling streets, watching couples as they walked together, holding hands and chattering away cheerfully. How you wished you could do the same with Genesis. How you wished he was there in that moment, wrapping his strong arms around your waist, clasping you against his body as he always did, nuzzling your neck and pressing kisses to your cheeks. You'd give absolutely anything to be able to experience all that again.

"Please," You whimpered, your voice cracking as tears rolled down your cheeks and the beverage you were holding crashed to the floor. You dropped to your knees, buried your face in your hands, and broke down into wailing sobs.

"Please, angel, please come home."

[neversith]

“HOW AM I STILL LIVING, I MEAN YOU HIT ME RIGHT IN MY FACE!” (from Kylo).

not the future | accepting | @shadowedlights

"Ben."

He still refuses to call his grandson by that ridiculous new name he has given himself. If Ben thought he would be able to defeat him in combat, it is obvious he was wrong. Anakin has only became more powerful with age.

"Be glad I decided to not remove a limb."