#Study goblin AU

[dullgecko]

(More Study Goblin stuff)

On Riz’s desk at the LPRTF is a picture of the first warlock he was the patron of. They look like a half minotaur* named "Cathy Seacaster"

*did some research and couldn't find a definitive answer to how genetics work for when a half-elf has kids

Riz was dead and and Fabian still had at LEAST 130 years left of his life to live. Sure they still talked pretty regularly but that was no reason for him to spend the rest of his life alone. That being said, Fabian never got married the entire rest of his life. Sure he had partners but never made any vows.

Time was weird in Elysium so Riz had been very shocked when the half elf turned up at his grave one day with a tiny child. All big ears and horn nubs and tiny little tail but overall pretty elvish in their facial features. Fabian introducing his statue to the child as 'Uncle Riz' which just made the goblin melt. This kid was going to be so fucking spoiled, and if that meant working out how to grant magic then so be it.

[thepoweroffriendshipgivesumoney]

Centuries in the future, a warlock is in search of a new patron. Her rouge has a suggestion. Based off the Study Goblin AU by @dullgecko

[kitten4sannie]

trendsetter

reach for my goals, hit it dead center

pairing: idol ex! mingi x fem! reader

genre: an actual idol au omg, smut

summary: mingi reminds you why he was so hard to leave in the first place, well, the first few times, anyway.

w.c: 3.3k

bc i’m bigger, better

warnings: brief weed use/shotgunning (mingi’s a plug in another life btw <3), mingi’s kinda a dickhead and a master manipulator (damn double homicide), dom! mingi, subby! reader, mingi’s got a big cawk, glove ? kink? idk bro, exhibitionism, teasing, praise/degradation, pet names galore/name calling, tit play, spit, fingering, finger sucking (leads to some gagging), oral (giving), deep-throating, cum eating, grinding, kissing, size kink, breeding kink, mingi fucks reader raw on the hood of her own car hallelujahhhh

a/n: don’t blame me for this btw,, blame mingi mango and the things he’s been posting on ig 😮‍💨 this man makes me delirious istg. also i wrote this while incredibly sleep deprived just so yk !! there might be some grammar and spelling errors (as well as a general sense of lunacy ✨) regardless i hope you enjoy and please do let me know if you liked it bc feedback is like a treat for me and im a treat hungry lil goblin uwu <3

song recs: so damn into you by vlad holiday - come 2 me by johnny goth - liquid by boston manor

Mingi barely made it two steps past one of the various emergency exit doors of the booming, hectic arena, dropping his lighter on the ground when his favorite ex suddenly came waltzing back into his life again after just swiftly exiting it for the nth time.

“Where are my car keys? I know you have them,” you abruptly confronted him, snatching the lighter from the ground before he could grab it and sliding it inside your tank top, right in between your tits.

“Why would I have your car keys, sugar?” Mingi sighed exasperatedly, walking in your direction until he towered over you, gently clasping his calloused hands around your upper arms so he could rub them up and down in an effort to calm you, gently turning you around until your back pressed into the cool metal of the emergency door. “Can you use that pretty little head of yours for me, Y/N? I just performed right now. I was busy rehearsing before that. Do you really think I would take your keys from you just to keep you from leaving?”

“Yes, I do. You always do some fuck shit like this when I try to leave. Every time, Mingi.” Despite the furrow of your brow and the contempt present within your words, you couldn’t help but watch as Mingi’s thumbs began to press into the sides of your tits. When you didn’t say anything, he began to press the rest of his gloved fingers into the softness of your chest.

“Some fuck shit like this?” Mingi asked under his breath, studying your flushed face to gauge your reaction as he squeezed your tits against the palms of his rough hands, rubbing his thumbs teasingly against the thin material of your sports bra until he felt your nipples harden. “You aren’t tell me to stop, baby. Cat got your tongue?”

“I hate you…” you whispered softly, not understanding why you never had the strength to deny him, even in a public, though empty alleyway, even after you just broke up with him only a little while ago.

“You don’t seem to hate this…Your body’s responding to me…” Mingi suddenly pinched your nipples through your sports bra, chuckling at the gasp you let out. He leaned down, bringing his lips to your ear to whisper, “I bet you don’t hate how wet I’m making you right now, either. Is your cunt throbbing for me already, Y/N?”

“N-no…” You bit into your bottom lip when your ex let out a disapproving ‘uh-uh’ as you turned your head to look away from him, squeezing your thighs together, hoping your arousal wouldn’t drip past your short skirt.

With one hand still clasped around your tit to play with it, Mingi brought the other up to grasp your chin, making you face him again, so close that you were breathing in each other’s air, your parted lips almost touching. “You’ll let me check to see if you’re lying, won’t you, sugar? Can I see how many fingers I can fit inside your tight little cunt?”

You hated how much your body and soul still burned for your lecherous ex, hated how desperate you suddenly were for him to have his way with you, but what you hated most of all was the way you whimpered out, “Please, Minnie.”

Mingi groaned softly at the use of his pet name, feeling most of his blood began to head below the belt, letting go of your chin, the both of you watching as his hand disappeared underneath your skirt. He instantly slipped two thick fingers inside you up to the knuckles, despite wearing a pair of thick leather gloves, the both of you moaning at the squelching sound your bare, wet cunt made. “That’s my girl. You wore this slutty little skirt and no panties just for me, didn’t you? You don’t even care about getting out of here with your keys. You just wanted me to put my hands all over you one last time, yeah?”

Just as you were about to respond, Mingi suddenly stuffed his leather-bound fingers into your mouth, making you taste your own warm wetness. “A-aaahn,” you moaned around his moving digits, feeling them slip along your hot tongue, looking up at your ex’s intensely dark gaze.

“Suck,” he simply requested, smiling fondly at the sight of your plush lips closing around his fingers, pushing them further and further back until he made you gag around them, his cock throbbing at the sight of your teary doe eyes. “Oh, baby, if you’re going to be looking at me like that and making those pretty noises, I’m gonna lose it…but, you can take it, right? My fingers in your throat?”

You whined softly, trying your best not to gag more around his moving fingers, relaxing your throat enough so that the only sound that could be heard was your moans and the abundance of saliva in your mouth.

“Good girl.” Mingi slipped his fingers out of your mouth and pressed his lips onto your cheek, whispering, “Can you take my cock down your throat next, pretty girl? I worked so hard to perform tonight, you know. Don’t you think I deserve head from my favorite ex?”

“Uh-huh,” you found yourself agreeing, your head still fuzzy from having his fingers inside your mouth, desperate to have something else warm and thick on your tongue, thankful for the heavy hand that began to push your head down until your bare knees were resting against the cold concrete below.

“Say ‘aaah’,” Mingi cooed darkly from above, expertly undoing his thick belt buckle and lowering his pants until his stiff, reddened cock smacked up into his abdomen. It was then that his hands were drawn to either side of your head, barely giving you enough time to open your mouth before he thrusted forward, the tip of his cock instantly hitting the back of your throat. “Fuckkkk, that’s a good slut. You don’t have to be my girlfriend to be my fuck toy, huh, baby?”

Your moans of approval were instantly muffled by the massive cock that was being stuffed inside your throat by your eager ex, as you reached up to grasp at his hips, the shiny lighter that was still sitting in between your tits starting to jostle around due to Mingi’s rough movements.

Suddenly reminded of his post-concert ritual, Mingi reached into his back pocket and placed a joint between his lips, then fished the lighter out from between your tits, but not before he squished one of them for the hell of it. He rolled the dial on the lighter a few times before a flame sparked, bringing it up and lighting the tip of his joint.

The strong aroma of Mingi’s flower reached you in an instant, having to blink your many tears away to watch him take a deep puff of it and blow it out into your face. Your lips tingling from the immense stretch, you sputtered around his pulsing cock, suddenly pulling away, letting your spit laced lips rest against his leaking tip, weakly licking at the pre-cum that spilled from it. “M-minnie…”

“Why’d you stop?” Mingi grunted, biting on the tip of the joint to keep it from falling from his lips, looking down at you with his sharp, slightly red eyes. Using his free hand to jerk himself off with his cockhead pressed to your lips and smearing his pre-cum over them just for his own enjoyment, he slowly realized what was up. “Oh, you want a hit? Aren’t you precious? Come here.”

Mingi slowly lowered himself down into a crouching position, letting go of his cock to grab your chin with his arousal coated fingers, taking in a deeper inhale, the majority of the joint turning to ash, just as he flicked it away into the gutter. He pressed his lips onto yours in an open-mouthed kiss, neither of you bothering to close your eyes as he slowly filled your lungs with smoke.

Just as you began to choke while trying to exhale all the smoke, Mingi dragged his tongue across your own and over your top set of teeth just because he felt like it, before standing back up. “I bet you’re feeling real good now, baby. That was top shelf.” He spat into the palm of his hand and lubed up his cock, before patting your cheek and sliding himself back into the hot haven that was your throat, not wasting a single second to begin pumping himself inside it again, almost like he had never stopped.

Now that both your body and brain were delightfully clouded with a heavy, lustful high, you felt like you could cum just from getting ruthlessly throat-fucked alone, your nails digging into Mingi’s bare hips, more and more tears and saliva dripping along your flushed skin the longer he abused your tiny throat with his oversized length.

“Fuck, I can’t handle it when you cry and drool like that just from sucking my cock, baby. I’m gonna fucking cum,” Mingi groaned deeply from above you, rested his forearms against the emergency door, thrusting sloppily into your mouth. He let out a few short, whiny moans once he began to shudder, plunging his throbbing cock deep inside your throat and staying still. “Oh, shit, I’m cumming. Take my load, princess, ohh my god, that’s it.”

You swallowed the warm, salty liquid as it shot down your throat, only to open your mouth and present your tongue when Mingi pulled out and began to slowly milk his cock, taking the rest of his load on your tongue, not swallowing and simply letting it drip down, a few drops spilling down your chin and getting onto your tits.

“Mm, that’s my messy girl. You’re waiting for me to feed it to you, huh?” Mingi licked at his plush lips from witnessing your obedient nod, pushing his soft cock back into his pants and waiting for you to stand up so that he could collect some of the cum that had escaped your mouth and pushed it back into your mouth. “That’s right, babygirl, clean it all up for me. Mm-hmm, just like that.”

Once you slurped the rest of his load off of his fingers, you wrapped your arms around Mingi’s neck, pressing your heated body into his. “Mingiiii, please fuck me, I can’t take it,” you begged him underneath your breath, pressing your lips onto his neck up to his tense jawline.

“Oh, yeah? You can’t live without this dick, can you?” he questioned you huskily, bringing his wrists up to his mouth one by one to pull his gloves off with his teeth, before reaching past your waist to roughly squeeze his warm hands into your ass. When you grimaced up at him, he tugged your skirt up and spread your ass open to run his fingers down your wet slit from behind, making you whimper. “Admit it, and i’ll fuck you stupid, princess.”

Swallowing down any remaining dignity you had along with the remnants of your ex’s load, you lifted one leg up to hook it around his slim waist, allowing him easier access to you wet cunt, shuddering at the sensation of him shallowly slipping his fingers into and out of you just to tease you. “I can’t live without your cock, Mingi, okay? No one fucks me like you do, so please, make me yours.”

Mingi rubbed the abundant wetness around your cunt, licking his lips hungrily, staring down at you past his dark shades. “Right here? Right now?”

“Yes.”

“What if someone sees, princess?”

“I don’t give a fuck if someone sees, just fuck me, please!”

Mingi grinned crookedly, finding deep amusement in your desperation, considering how you were acting just a little while ago. “Where’s your car, baby?”

You pointed down the dark alleyway. “It’s just around the corner over there.”

Mingi looked over his shoulder, then picked you up from the ground, hooking both of your thighs around his waist and carrying you over to your car, massaging his hands into your thighs on the way. “I don’t have any condoms, you know.”

When Mingi laid you down on the hood of your car, the cool metal sending goosebumps up and down your exposed, heated skin, you shook your head and smiled softly. “When has that ever stopped you?”

“Don’t act like you don’t love when I fuck you raw, and leave you stuffed full of my cum…” Still in between your legs, Mingi bent down to leave kisses, licks, and bites along your neck and collarbone, lowering his pants down just enough to free his length, his slick cock growing hard and heavy against your bare cunt. “Fuck, and when I use my fingers to shove my nut back inside your cunt after…mm, I’m honestly surprised you’re not knocked up for me already…”

“Mingi,” you whined disapprovingly, despite the fresh wave of slick coating your ex’s cock as it repeatedly rubbed back and forth along your cunt.

“What, I thought you liked being my cumslut…my little breeding bitch…my pump n’ dump princess…” Mingi recited playfully, teasing your fluttering hole with the tip of his cockhead, just about driving you to the brink of insanity withi his teasing.

“Shut up, Min, oh my god…”

“Why don’t you shut me up then?” he suggested, hovering close enough to your face for you to pull him in for a desperate kiss that consisted mainly of tongue and teeth, your mouths occasionally making contact in between tongue swipes and lip bites, the both of you panting all the while.

Growing impatient, you slipped your fingers into his choppy hair, tugging his head back until your lips parted, a few strands of saliva still connecting them. “If you don’t put your cock inside me in the next two seconds, I’m going to bite it off. You hear me, Song Mingi?”

Groaning breathily when you tugged at his hair again, Mingi let out a few soft chuckles, taking his shades off and setting them down on the corner of the hood. “Using my government name like that….I must’ve teased you too much. My poor angel, so desperate for cock. I’ll fuck you good, baby. I’ll make it up to you,” he sighed, as he wrapped his fingers around his length, guiding the tip to your entrance and sliding all the way in with ease, the both of you letting out obscene moans. Without any hesitation, Mingi began to buck his hips wildly, his metal belt banging against the hood of your car with each thrust. “Oh, fuck. You feel that? Is it good for you?”

“Yes…!” you cried out, barely about to speak, let alone function, now that your beloved ex was rearranging your guts with his colossal cock.

Huffing, Mingi threw your legs up over his shoulders and laid his body weight on you, essentially folding you in half. He ran his tongue along your jaw, before nipping at it, whispering, “God, you’re always so fucking tight, princess. Gonna milk me for all I’ve got, huh? Cuz’ you’re my good little slut, aren’t you?”

“Uh-huh, just for you, Minnie…”

“Mm-hmm, that’s why you’re still here even after you broke up with me earlier, baby…why you’re taking my cock on the hood of your car where anyone can see you…” Mingi continued, squeezing his hands into the plumpness of your thighs, getting a good grip on them, so that he could drive himself into you as hard as he possibly could, punching short, breathy moans out of you. “You sound so pretty for me, baby, and fuck, you’re so wet right now….You’re gonna cream all over my cock, aren’t you?”

As soon as it felt like Mingi’s oversized cock had slammed directly into your cervix, you let out an abrupt yell, an overwhelming amount of pleasure suddenly shooting through your body like lightning. “Fuck…! I’m cumming, Minnie, it’s so– oh my god.” You were gonna start whimpering and crying when Mingi gently placed his warm hand over your mouth, watching him nod his head knowingly at you, his suddenly softened gaze never leaving yours.

“That’s a good girl, such a good girl for me, Y/N,” Mingi sighed against your ear, the hot, wet sounds of your bodies colliding together and the ringing inside your ears almost too loud for you to hear him properly. Feeling your wetness pour out onto his cock, Mingi let go of your mouth and cradled your face instead, pressing slow, meaningful kisses onto your lips, a few drops of sweat dripping along the shaved sections of his hair just as your trembling fingers drifted along it. “Want it inside, yeah?”

“Yeah…” you whispered against his moving lips, not even realizing when you were clutching him impossibly close to you.

“That’s my baby…” Mingi pulled all the way out, your mixed arousal forming a milky foam around the base of his cock, before he slowly pushed all the way back in, just in time for him to paint your insides white with his seemingly endless load. He hugged you close to him all the while, pressing kiss and kiss onto your lips, face, and neck, knowing that your turbulent time together was about to come to an end, and wishing he could turn the clock back to spend another second with you.

Once your highs began to fade, you cleared your throat and slowly sat up, the both of you silently fixing your disheveled clothes and hair in a poor attempt to look presentable in the case of a random passerby.

“So…since you don’t have my keys, I’m not sure how I’m gonna get out of here,” you sighed, about to push yourself off of the hood of your car when Mingi helped you off instead, annoyed that he was suddenly acting gentlemanly when he had shown you nothing of the sort beforehand.

Smiling apologetically, Mingi fished around in one of his pockets and held your keys up to you. “I took them out of your purse before the show started.” Seeing the anger blossom on your pretty, flushed face, he continued, “Listen, I just wanted you to hear me out before you left and never came back to me, baby. I love you.”

You snatched the keys out of his hand and crossed your arms over your chest, leaning back to sit on the hood of your car, keeping your thighs pressed together to keep everything from leaking out of you. “You don’t get to say that after you just made me your ‘pump n’ dump princess’, you idiot.”

“But I didn’t dump you, Y/N. You’re the one who dumped me!” Mingi whined, his lower lip jutting out in a pout, his brown eyes growing wide and puppy-like.

You couldn’t help but begin to laugh, not only at the ludicrous situation you were both in, but at the truth of his statement. Wiping a tear from your eye, you clicked your keys to unlock your car and walked around to the driver’s side.

“Where are you going? Are you leaving me?”

“No, we’re going to the store to get Plan B, dummy. I’m not about to let Mingi Jr. run around and terrorize the city,” you replied, gazing at your ex, the sight of his childlike amusement making you feel a bit soft towards him.

“I call shotgun!” Mingi called, eagerly heading to the passenger door, practically bouncing on his heels.

“There’s only two of us,” you giggled, sitting down in the car with him.

“For now.” Mingi wiggled his eyebrows at you.

You turned the ignition on, shaking your head, the corners of your lips hurting from how long you had been smiling. “Never say that shit again.”

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[ddejavvu]

What if one Monday after a weekend of crying over her bully!Eddie, he tells her she looks like shit and like she hasn't slept in days and she can't help but tear up so he silently vows to take care of her, and he'd force her to sit on his lap and sleep during lunch and little things like that. He'd leer at anyone who so much as looked her way, he needed her to have a peaceful day. He'd call her his little crybaby and make her give him little kisses as thankyous for taking care of her but she doesn't care, it's better than him pushing her around and smacking her ass in front of anyone who happens to be around.

What Eddie didn't realise is in this constant change of behaviour, he'd conditioned her to need him whenever she's overtired or sad. She'd start calling him in the middle of the night asking for him to come over and help her sleep. He never wanted to- he wanted to tell her no, call her mean names and put her back in her place but he couldn't bring himself to let her down. Every time he would rush to her house, climb through her window and fuss/kiss her until she was so relaxed and cosy she drifted off. He was never there when she woke up but there'd always be a thanku nudey polaroid or magazine in his locker or car as a thankyou for taking care of her

-🐱, sorry if this one is a lil weird- my meds have sent my lil horny goblin brain into mushy gushy subspace, I wanna be babied by a meanie lmao

today is multiverse monday! send me an au you can think of :)

i'll write the second part as a part 2!! it's very cute but i couldn't fit it all in one blurb </3

cw // bully!eddie. nothing terrible, he doesn't ever hurt her or anything, he's just annoying as fuck - don't like don't read

Eddie's grip on your wrist hasn't loosened since you'd walked out of class. Typically, he pushes you around, catching you before you trip and teasing you for being so off-balance. Today, though, he drags you through the doors of the cafeteria, and your stomach drops. Is he going to humiliate you in front of the entire room? Is he going to dump milk over your head, soak your shirt so that it's stuck to your figure? Is he going to shove your face in a plate of mashed potatoes and show you off to the crowd? Is he going to force you to eat something he steps on? Is he going to-

You're sitting in his lap. He's plopped down on a bench, yanking you down by one arm so that you land on his thighs. He has you facing him, your chest pushed up against his as you stare bewilderedly at him.

"Lay down," He demands, pushing his hand against the back of your head so that your face is forced over his shoulder, "You're tired. You look like shit, honey."

Your eyes fill with tears from where you're struggling to fight his grip, and he scoffs.

"Not a bad thing, crybaby. I'm not being mean, I'm being honest. Y'look like you haven't slept for days," He lets the back of your head go, thumbing roughly at the bags under your eyes, "I won't kick you while you're down. That's not really my thing. Just take a nap, get your sleep, so I can go back to messing with you."

Without another word he's pushing again at the back of your head, and you let his words sink in while you rest on his shoulder. You shouldn't let him keep you here like this. You should insist on studying in the library, or some other place he wouldn't dare enter. But he's warm, his shirt is soft, and though the smell of weed makes your nose wrinkle, there's musk beneath it that makes your tummy twist. His hand settles on your thighs, just below the hemline of your skirt, and rubs up underneath it, brushing the globes of your ass where they meet your thighs. You shiver, tucking your face into his neck so that you can drown out the noise of the lunchroom.

He gets strange looks when you finally doze off. Jeff sends him a glance that's far from friendly, nose wrinkled in judgement, disgust, and probably a little jealousy. He makes the decision to chuck an apple slice at him instead of an entire apple, which he's sure the man appreciates. Mike takes note of this, and schools his expression to be neutral, as he avoids asking about you like the rest of them.

When the school bell rings you don't wake, instead still lightly snoring against his neck. He thinks he can feel drool there too, and he'd be lying if he said the thought didn't stiffen his cock.

"Hey," He taps at your side, one hand still flush to your ass, "Come on, honey. Time to wake up, nap's over."

Your eyes flutter open, he can feel the lashes against his skin.

"You feeling any better?" He asks as you straighten from his lap, your hands braced against his chest for stability as everyone vacates the room, on their way to their next class.

"You're looking a bit better," He muses, not waiting for an answer. He once again rubs a thumb over the bags under your eyes, but then his fingers slip down to grip your chin. He pulls your face down, ignoring the way your hands tighten in his shirt in alarm.

"Eddie, what-"

"You owe me a thank you," He speaks only centimeters away from your lips, "I didn't have to be this nice to you, y'know. I could have flipped your skirt up like I always do."

You sniffle once, nodding as much as you can while he holds your face to his.

"Well?" His eyebrows raise, "I'm waiting."

"Thank you, Eddie." You mumble, the tip of your nose brushing his own, "I appreciate it."

He scoffs, "Not what I meant," And kisses you firmly. There's no pulling back, not when his fingers are hooked around your chin and tugging you impossibly closer. He backs away after only a moment, leaning back expectantly.

"Your turn," He explains, "Say thank you, crybaby."

Your hands inch up his chest as you lean in, lips parted to capture his lower one in between them. You feel him squeeze at the fleshy curve of your ass when you do, and there's a devilish glint in his eyes when you pull away.

"That's not gonna cut it, honey." He laughs, and then he's moving back for more. You're not sure how many times he does it, relentlessly jamming his lips to yours, but you're not sure you can stand up straight when he finally gets his fill.

"It's less than I want, but it'll do." He decides, patting the bare skin of your ass, now aching from where he'd kneaded it, "You'd better get to class now, honey. Don't be late, or I won't be this nice to you again."

[ink-n-shadow]

I wanna know about the DND au! (More specifically I wanna know if you've got Soap as the bard that would fuck anything that walks) But also I wanna know about everything else tooo!

lemme give you a breakdown of the party we have for this campaign

johnny is most definitely a tielfing bard (it’s been his build since secondary, and he hates change). definitely fucks the most townspeople everywhere he goes, including the members of his own party (kyle says no, simon says yes). always getting the group into some kind of trouble, mainly because he can’t keep his mouth shut. he also has the most experience out of the group, so the session consists of him getting up and down often, standing over one of the other guys and helping them with their character sheet as they go through the campaign.

price is a barbarian orc because he likes being the biggest and strongest in the party. literally goes into a rage in every single conflict they get into. meticulously plans out battle strategies and barks out orders to the boys before their turns (“aye—move a couple spaces to the left, simon. you’ll avoid that goblin’s eldritch blast over here” or “let me move in on ‘em first—i’ve got advantage, right?”) like price needs the most help but also gets the most into the campaign.

simon is a dragonborn paladin because it gives him the ability to not only attack and deal damage to enemies, but he can also heal himself and his teammates. is constantly squabbling with the team about their hit points and whether they’re close to death or not (“johnny, for fuck’s sake—d’ya need the heal or not? i can ‘lways give it to kyle—s’what i fuckin’ thought. just ask next time”). he’s actually a really quick learner when it comes to this stuff, so after a couple sessions he’s shaking johnny off of his shoulder and telling him to “go sit ‘own—don’t need your help. i know how to add fuckin’ numbers together, johnny”

kyle is a rouge elf of some kind (whether drow or high or regular—i can’t decide tbh). also enjoys fucking literally everybody he can get his hands on because a) he gets laid and b) he steals everything they have on his way out the door. however slimy and smarmy his character is, he’s always willingly sacrificing himself for his team. would definitely play a chaotic neutral character for funsies.

(will i be making actual dnd character sheets for them? yes. should i be studying for my exam that’s in 2 weeks? also yes)

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[zushikiss]

may I request a scara college au, with him as our secret admirer, being sweet in the letters he sends us but irl being really rude and mean. He one day catches someone messing with us and then stands up for us and confesses everything in panic after that<3

summary ; scaramouche drops his "i don't care about you" facade to protect you from this annoying boy who just won't stop trying to get your number, he reveals his identity afterwards too ;)

warnings ; red for kazuha, orange for hu tao, green for alb*rt, scara threatens your admirer but none of the actual violence, just him saying he'll break a few bones if albert comes near again, cursing

pairings ; scaramouche x gn!reader

notes ; ahhh i love this idea sm, thank you anon! also i made the letters pictures so that it's easier to read <3

you showed off your dozens of letters to your friends, though they were disinterested since this wasn't exactly your first time ranting about your oh so dear secret admirer, in fact it probably was your nth time talking about him in that week alone, your friend kazuha takes a closer look at the letters before letting a small smile take place on his lips.

"The handwriting looks familliar."

"Huh? Really?"

"Yeah, looks like Scara's handwriting to me."

Ah yes, Scaramouche. The person who you were sure only existed to make your college life a living hell, he pestered you daily, borrowing simple stuff like pens and when you ask for it back he shrugs you off with a "i forgot it at home" or a "i lost it."

"That gremlin? Pfft no way, he hates me with his whole being."

"That's not a lot of hate now, is it?"

And with that your group errupts in laughter, you couldn't help but join in, but kazuha's comment made you think, what if it really was scaramouche writing to you? nahh it can't be, your secret admirer is so sweet, they even bought you your favorite snacks and drinks the other day, comparing them to that evil goblin is truly offensive.

And when you parted with your friends to go to your respective classes you kept thinking about kazuha's comment, I mean scaramouche is attractive yes, but you just can't imagine him doing all the things your secret admirer has done.

On your way to your class you bumped into albert, this creep who just can't seem to read the room, you've rejected him plenty times and you've ignored him for plenty more but he just can't seem to get the hint.

"Name! Oh yeah by the way, are you free tonight? Wanna have dinner with me?"

"Oh albert, I'm sorry but I have to go uhh study for a quiz.."

"Aww c'mon, it'll be quick i promise! Or an even better idea is why don't you give me your number? So we can make plans for when you're finally free."

At this point your back hit the wall behind you since albert just keeps getting closer, you're clearly uncomfortable and you pray to archons above that someone passes by and helps you.

"I really gotta go, I'll be late-"

"Class doesn't start for another 5 minutes, name. What do you say we-"

"Finish that sentence and i'll crush your skull."

Out of nowhere a familiar tuff of indigo hair appeared, his hands were wrapped around albert's collar as he pulls him away from you.

"Hey man?! What the fuck is wrong with you??"

"Name said they're gonna be late. If I hear that you ever come near them again, I won't hesitate to break both your legs so you won't be able to go anywhere."

And with that albert ran off, scaramouche looked at you, his eyes no longer holding the dark aura that they possesed not even a minute ago.

"You okay?"

"Yeah.. Why'd you do that?"

"..do what?"

"Save me? You kinda don't give off that knight in shining armor energy you know?"

"Cause what kinda sick fucker let's the person they like be harassed like that? I spent so much time asking around to know what your favorite foods are so I can get them for you and you think I won't punch a bitch for you?"

And when it finally sets in that he basically just confessed to you his first instinct was to run away, and so he did. He turned his back to you as he started walking away, you grabbed his wrist as a way to stop him before he looks at you, he looked adorable, his cheeks stained red while he averted his eyes, trying to avoid your gaze.

"Are you really?"

"Yeah, look just reject me and let's get this over with."

"Reject? No! You owe me ice cream since you finally introduced yourself."

"What."

"I'd like to go out with you, Scaramouche."

[toastedjeans]

Siren Tower AU!

I wanna keep this more on the silly side, but here's the basic gist of it.

There's a huge tower submerged in the ocean where many sirens and other sea creatures have found a home, and somehow humans have discovered it. They want to study and explore this tower, and the sirens are NOT happy about it, not wanting their home to be potentially destroyed. Pretty reasonable. But now, this random middle aged pizza baker somehow gets roped into this whole mess.

And here's the characters! (I tried to keep their heights accurate but idk if i succeeded)

And down there is some more info about everyone!

HUMANS (and Brick)

Peppino

He still has his pizzeria, but it's located a little closer to town. While business is slightly better than in game, he still has debts. But hey, he has his own apartment!! No more sleeping in the back of the pizzeria or on the floor!!

Peppino will sometimes just come to the shore or the port in the evening or at night to clear his head or be alone with his thoughts. Depressed guy. Will sometimes talk to himself when he thinks he's alone. He isn't necessarily afraid of the ocean, but because he can't swim, once he's in water the fear kicks in and he starts panicking.

He doesn't believe in sirens, mermaids, or other such creatures. Thinks they're just made up to tell scary stories of the sea. Jokes on him, he's about to meet the jolliest shark gnome man he's ever seen.

Brick

A gigantic rat that lives with Peppino, who didn't get a say in this. Just appeared one day, and no matter how many times Peppino tries to get rid of him, Brick always comes back. After a while Pep reluctantly accepts him and sometimes even takes him for a walk.

Brick actually loves to swim, but doesn't stay in the water for too long cause Pep won't join him. Like, he'll just leave if Brick stays too long. Kinda rude if you ask me.

Mr. Stick

Tax and debt collector, and a friend of Peppino. He often comes over for a pizza, then proceeds not to eat much, and rarely pays (he either says he's deducting it from Pep's debts or he lets someone else pay). He's kind of a piece of shit but outside of the whole money business he can be pretty nice.

He strikes me as a gambler tbh, either he's extremely lucky or extremely unlucky. Likes playing poker, and invites Peppino and Hazel to play after work from time to time.

Doesn't believe in sirens, but if he ever saw one he'd try to exploit it for money. He wouldn't kill it or anything though, mainly because he's too weak and he doesn't know how to handle guns.

Noisette / Hazel

She runs a little cafe near Peppino's pizzeria, and is good friends with him, but can sometimes be a little annoying. They hang out after work from time to time. When she notices that Peppino is having a rough day, she'll sometimes bring over a free cup of coffee or a slice of cake for him. Sometimes experiments with... interesting... food combinations, which are strangely popular.

She has loved mermaids and sirens since she was young and is very fond of them. Once she discovers they're real, she becomes even more fascinated and obsessed with them. You better believe she wanted to be a mermaid when she was young.

SIRENS

Gustavo

A little round shark man who is perfect in every way. He's curious and adventurous, and even though sirens and humans are enemies since, uh. A long time. He doesn't believe that humans are inherently evil. He'll help out whenever and however he can, but can get very aggressive when his friends or brethren are threatened. You will regret it if you anger him.

Noise annoys him often but they don't harm each other. He isn't really friends with Noise, but he will defend him if he's threatened or attacked.

One day he saves Peppino from drowning, which makes other sirens sceptical of him, especially those who think humans are evil. He will later try to learn human language to be able to communicate with Peppino better.

Noise

Goblin shark. He can theoretically go on land for a bit, but needs some water nearby. He's a little sceptical about humans, but not outright hostile. He likes annoying pretty much everyone, especially Peppino once they meet (he thinks his reactions are funny).

He throws sea urchins and pufferfish at others like bombs, as he (like most sirens) is immune to their poison / venom. While he's usually an unhinged gremlin, he just about melts when with Hazel. But of course he tries to hide this from others.

Fake Peppino

Created by Pizzahead from DNA of frogs, newts, and Peppino (obviously). He was meant to be a weapon for sirens against humans, and thus is supposed to be hostile. Unfortunately, he turned out to be extremely affectionate, and he loves hugs. Much like Gustavo, when friends are attacked, he can get downright deadly. He can also regenerate body parts like an axolotl, unless his brain has been damaged. Like, you can rip both his arms off and they'll grow back within a day.

He becomes close friends with Gustavo, and is kind of fascinated by Peppino (other humans too, but mostly Peppino). He would play in the water with Brick once they meet, and become friends with Hazel. Can go on land as well, but prefers the water. He communicates with croaks, gurgles and other noises, and can speak very limited human language (very few fractions of words or sentences, it just sounds like gibberish), taught to him by Pizzahead.

Pepperman

Lumpfish (idk either just roll with it). He's kind of indifferent to humans, but he does think he's better than them. I could see him making a brush or something out of seaweed to draw. And then always getting upset that his drawings never stay cause of the water, but he keeps drawing anyway. Blames Noise for destroying his art even if he knows it's the water (Noise thinks it's funny). "Borrows" seaweed from Vigi's farm to make new brushes. But he'll also make statues out of various rocks and other things he finds laying around. Mostly of himself. Some humans think they're built from ancient civilizations, while others think it's some sort of elaborate hoax. Nobody recognizes Pepperman's talent :(

Vigilante

Sea slug. He genuinely believes humans want to kill sirens for nefarious reasons, possibly cause he's a little older i guess. Hands just appear when he needs them.

He has an underwater equivalent of a farm (like, he grows and tends to seaweeds, anemones, corals, etc), that he inherited from his grandpa. He'd love to just tend to the farm all day, but feels obligated to punish anyone who does wrong. Unofficial officer / sheriff of the sea. He still has his cowboy hat because i said so let me be silly on main.

Pizzahead

Ribbon eel. He can give others a little shock as if he had like a hand shocker thing. It mostly just hurts a bit and isn't lethal cause cartoon logic. He does not like humans, but mostly because he grew up with everyone around him telling him they're evil. Actually he's very curious and fascinated by humans, which is why he decided to clone Peppino. Mostly cause he sees him the most on the shore. Somehow. How he actually got his DNA is a mystery.

Later on he decides / attempts to make Fakey into a weapon after witnessing how strong Peppino is. He obsessively learns human language and tries to understand as much about human culture as he can. But he'll twist things around and tell others that he does it to "better understand their weaknesses". Right.

Pizzaface

Stingray. The leader of sirens in the elusive Siren Tower. He HATES humans, especially after some divers discovered the tower and continuously come there to explore. Basically just doesn't want his and his fellow sirens' home discovered or threatened. He's disappointed in Pizzahead because he taught himself human language, even after given an explanation (or excuse).

SPECULATION CORNER

Aka characters i can't quite figure out what to do with yet

Burton

A whale shark bc I can't get enough of sharks apparently. Sharks are cool okay

Alternative: just Mr. Stick's husband who sometimes comes with him to Peppino's

Gerome

A sentient rock and John's older brother, who always took care of him and helped him with the tower. Now just does maintenance and keeps John company.

Alternative: Peppino's janitor, but still made of rock because that's silly

John

A sentient rock that used to carry the tower around through the oceans but somehow got cursed and is now part of the foundation and can't move anymore. Was he a siren before? Or just a pillar? Or maybe a fish made of stone? We don't know.

[miz-chase]

Bones Renaissance AU Starter Kit: Character Roles

Brennan: Orphaned child of a university scholar, she was permitted to remain, slightly feral, on campus (ala Lyra at Oxford but with a lot more reading), alternatively loved, ignored, and actively mistreated. She mostly spent her time hiding in the library, reading anything she could get her hands on, especially on anatomical topics. Growing up in the company of old scholars, she ends up an incredibly well-educated, poorly socialized, rather self-important woman. She rarely leaves campus, has viewed the students as below her since she was a child, and the citizenry are even below them. While not recognized as a scholar and often actively dismissed, people in-the-know know that she's a fantastic resource (if you can stand her/if she will tolerate you).

Goodman: One of the senior scholars who doted on Brennan and encouraged her reading. Tried to keep her out of trouble as he could, and especially discouraging any male interest in the young lady. They bonded strongly over reading together.

Zach: The one student Brennan feels is worthy of her time. He is also a library goblin like her, and wants to be just like her. She is directing his study of the texts they have, the acquisition of new material, and the publishing of new scholarship.

Michael Stires: Still a piece of shit. Traveling scholar who arrived at the university to teach. Contrary to tradition, he invites a young Brennan to his lectures and eventually private lessons. She is delighted and takes to the scholarship with her usual verve and is oblivious to the sexual undertones. Goodman, on the other hand, is very aware and does not approve, tries to intervene. When Stires propositions her, she is academically curious on the matter and agrees. What she emotionally feels about the situation, and its inevitable disastrous fallout, is a topic yet to be investigated. He implies he will marry her and thus give her actual standing, status, and a permanent home. Yet, before anything can even be planned, he's moved on to a different paramour.

Hodgins: Local eccentric scholar who definitely isn't nobility (wink). He has traveled the continent to better his knowledge and expand his experiences, and is glad to have a spacious office where no one asks anything of him. While he has studied at a variety of universities, he's happiest here because maybe, possibly, his family holdings are conveniently nearby. Zach is intrigued by his experiences and wants to follow in his footsteps... probably, someday. Their shared study hall is just so comfortable and leaving home feels too challenging.

Angela: A Florentine cortigiane oneste:

The cortigiane oneste were usually well-educated and worldly (sometimes even more so than the average upper-class woman), and often held simultaneous careers as performers or artists. They were typically chosen on the basis of their "breeding"—social and conversational skills, intelligence, common sense, and companionship—as well as their physical attributes. It was usually their wit and personality that set them apart from regular women. Sex constituted only a facet of the courtesan's array of services. For example, they were well-dressed and ready to engage and participate in a variety of topics ranging from art to music to politics.

When she met Hodgins, she was deeply unimpressed. He tried flaunting his money, she had no interest. He tried his wit, his knowledge, his possessions, but still she had no interest. It became a game between them, where he would travel the continent to return with an exotic fruit or flower, only for her to turn him down (though each time her smile grew fonder, the laughter in her eyes sparkling). Eventually, he presented her with a perfect little violet, plucked from ground just outside the palace. Only then did she agree to come traveling with him. They have a lot of fun together.

When Brennan is jilted by Michael, it's Angela that insists they take her in at the Hodgins Estate. Angela uses all means she has to get Michael expelled back to where ever it is he came from with his reputation in tatters. She knows people, you know.

and of course, the boys: I'm of many minds (or just different stories) if we choose to translate the FBI as the sheriff/constable (more like cops) or perhaps royal (ie, federal) guards or attendants. There's a class thing going on, where it doesn't seem quite right to make Booth a Knight/member of the nobility or gentry. He's an esteemed successful soldier, which puts him more in the realm of the Yeoman. Yeoman also has the bonus connection with longbow archery, which matches our sniperboy. The Yeoman of the Guard are royal bodyguards who could be tasked with specific missions, like say, perhaps, solving a prominent murder!

so we have

Booth: Is pretty much Booth. Working class improving his station through exemplary military service. Serves the Royal Court and Queen (fuck it, let's just say this is Liz I's reign) as an analogue to federal service. Is good at people, hates the rich, has absolutely no connection to the university and doesn't know what to make of those people.

Aubrey and Sweets: Come as a pair, they gay, come at me. Drive Booth insane. While Booth climbed socially to get to his position, both of these guys come from more money and status than him. Booth is their commander but they often are the ones navigating court politics for him, especially Sweets. Aubrey comes more from the military side, while Sweets is a city boy.

[dullgecko]

Something for the Study Goblin AU just came to my mind.

One of Riz's disciples accidentally called him 'dad'. While Riz was beginning to almost see his disciples as his almost kids, this was the first time one of them saw him as a father figure.

The kid had been at his monument pretty late today, struggling hard with some of their homework as Riz did his best to give them hints wherever he could. It took a lot of energy to shift things to the material plane, not to mention shifting his perception to the statue atop his grave. He'd only just worked out how to even get it to move, though that seemed to mostly be restricted to nights with a full moon when the veil was at its thinnest. Needless to say the rogue was almost at his limit by the time the sun started to go down.

The kid managed to understand the problem they were struggling with in the end though, gathering up all the little notes Riz had dropped for them and placing them carefully in the front of their binder as they packed up.

Riz was proud of his kids, the ones that came by regularly to study or get help with their homework were all working so hard. He'd probably need a couple days to recover now though, usually he wouldnt have another visitor until Friday afternoon so he didn't mind expending a little extra energy to help one of his kids who were struggling.

He'd been about to shift his awareness fully back to his celestial body when the kid stood on the low desk Adaine had installed in front of his grave for the kids to work at. Arms getting thrown around his statues neck in a hug as the kid whispered a quiet 'thanks dad' before hopping down and heading home.

Next time the kid stopped by to get help with their homework they would swear someone had ruffled their hair while they were working, but when they jumped and turned around there was no one else around.

[writingrock]

the tale of two lovers [7]

pairing: barbarian! katsuki bakugou x reader (female) summary: a bard approaches a lone barbarian in search for a story to tell. Who could have known that the barbarian end up being such a romantic tale.

notes: fantasy au, fluff, strangers to lovers, slow burn, bakusquad, barbarian bakugou, violence, mentions of caves, mentions of spiders and goblins, descriptions of violence, mentions of cooked frog

word count: 8k

part list

part one: chapter list

a/n: I literally just finished writing this soooo ,,, not proofread :P

The cave’s darkness was stifling, pierced only by the faint glow of the floating light orbs you had conjured. Their soft light cast wavering shadows on the weathered rock walls as you and Bakugou moved forward. Your footsteps were barely audible against the oppressive silence of the cavern, the sound swallowed up by the vast emptiness around you. It had only been two hours since the both of you had risen from your uneasy rest, the air between you still heavy with the lingering cold.

Neither of you had exchanged much in the way of conversation since you both awakened. The only real interaction was when Bakugou had flicked your forehead to jolt you awake, grumbling something about how you’d been “grossly leaning on his shoulder” while you slept. You’d opened your eyes groggily, half annoyed and half embarrassed, but said nothing, pushing yourself upright and preparing to move.

Now, as the two of you pressed deeper into the cave, the silence continued to stretch between you. There was no need for words at the moment for the both of you knew to concentrate your efforts in finding your friends. The soft scrape of your boots against the uneven stone floor was oddly calming as you made your way through the tunnels, the subtle sound offering a welcome distraction in the eerie silence. 

After what felt like hours of trudging through the labyrinth, the passage opened up into a small chamber, barely large enough to accommodate the two of you. The walls were etched with faded, ancient markings, some faintly familiar as forgotten languages. Symbols that hinted at the cave’s age and the lost civilizations that had once claimed it as sacred ground. Scattered relics lay broken and abandoned, remnants of a history that had long since turned to dust. The air was warmer here, a welcome change from the chill of the tunnels.

“What do you make of this place?” Bakugou’s voice piped up as he inspected the enclosed space. Squinting at the strewn about relics and eroded markings. He was curious, of course. He’d never been to a place like Niniel’s Veil, and now they were deep in the underground network of this cursed thicket. Besides, it gave him something else to look at after hours of staring at nothing but rocks and cobble.

You knelt, brushing your fingers over one of the carved symbols, feeling the worn grooves under your touch. “It’s ancient. They appear to be from a civilization that disappeared centuries ago. This cave might have been something sacred to them.”

Bakugou grunted, his focus more on your reaction than the history around the both of you. “So it’s just another empty room?”

“Maybe,” you said, standing and dusting off your hands. “But it’s more than that. It’s a reminder that we’re not the first to be here. They were here long before us, and now… all that’s left are echoes.”

Bakugou leaned against the wall, arms crossed as he studied you. “Do you always get this sentimental over old rocks?”

A chuckle escapes your lips as you push yourself up from your knees. “Not sentimental— just thoughtful. It’s easy to forget that we’re a small part of something bigger. What we do might be remembered, or it might not. But it matters to us now.”

For a moment, Bakugou was silent, his gaze shifting from the faded symbols to you. “You ever think about whether people will remember us? All the crap we’re going through?”

His question caught you off guard. In general, you weren’t even close to understanding how often Bakugou silently reflected on himself. Sure, you knew he was sharp and always thinking, but you hadn’t realised the full extent of it— the constant stream of thoughts and reflections he went through daily. What you saw was just the surface. Beneath it was a mind always analysing, evaluating, and recalculating, far more than he let on. Whether it was recent events or his own skillset. He was always analysing himself and others under a microscope. His mind never truly rested. Constantly pushing himself and others to be better, sharper, more prepared. He has a library of deep thoughts that he sifted through daily, though no one else could see it. It was a private, internal dialogue for only himself. 

It wasn’t like him to be openly reflective, but perhaps your words had stirred something in him, forcing him to consider things he usually brushed aside. “Maybe,” you said, your voice quiet. “But even if they don’t, it’s enough that we know what we did.”

Bakugou shifted off the wall and walked over to you. “You’re a strange one, you know that?” There was no malice in his tone, it wasn’t meant to be an insult. It seemed you had surprised him more than he’d ever admit out loud. 

You meet his gaze with the smallest smile. “Probably the closest thing to a compliment from you.”

He chuckled, focusing on you for just a brief moment. “Take it or leave it,” he said with a shrug. There was a pause as he considered his next words, sorting his thoughts out before he spoke again.

“You’ve got layers,” he added, his voice gruff, as if irritated by his own thoughts. “And that’s weird. I don’t have time to figure you out, but... I’m going to.” You’re not just part of the background. 

His words hit harder than you expected, and for a moment, you paused, letting them sink in. There was weight in what he said, it was enough to make your heart beat just a little deeper, like a subtle warning that he was starting to see beyond the surface. You did have layers, more than you let on. A deeper part of you that you’d carefully kept hidden from most people. It was easier that way, safer. And yet, a part of you wanted him to try. There was something about the challenge of him figuring you out. Even if the truth might endanger you. 

Those nights you spent talking about home, sharing fragments of your past, barely scratched the surface of who you both truly were. There was so much left unsaid, layers of history, pain, and vulnerability that remained hidden beneath carefully constructed defences. It was as if you were both dancing around the parts of yourselves that mattered most.

“I could say the same about you.” You sighed softly, maintaining eye contact with him. “Maybe we’re not so different. You just haven’t figured me out yet.” He, too, had his own mysteries, his own layers buried beneath that rough exterior. You found yourself wanting to dig into them, to see what lay beneath his grumbles and glares. 

Bakugou’s gaze didn’t falter at your words. He didn’t say anything at first, just studied you with that sharp, calculating look he always had when sizing up an opponent or a situation. Except this wasn’t either. It was different. He let out a low grunt, his arms still crossed but the tension in his shoulders easing slightly. “You think you can figure me out?” he asked, his tone questioning your grit. “Good luck with that.”

“Save the luck for yourself, I just need time.” You dryly chuckle, letting it echo in the dark chamber. 

There was a pause between you, thick with the silent secrets hanging in the air. You both had hidden depths that neither of you had fully explored. But the prospect of peeling those layers back and finding out what lay underneath, excited you more than you wanted to admit. It was dangerous, the kind of thing that could get messy, but maybe that’s what made it so enticing. 

“You really think you can handle what’s underneath?” his voice toned down significantly, gauging your reaction with a furrow in his brow. A notion of a dare in his words. 

You couldn’t help but laugh, the tension of the moment breaking slightly. “Oh my god, who knew you were the edgy, brooding type?” you teased, a smirk tugging at your lips.

Bakugou’s anger flared up at that moment, a vein popping out on his forehead. It was always jokes with you “Tch. Keep laughing,” he barked as he crossed his arms over his chest, snapping his head away from you. “Not everyone’s as simple as you think.”

You leaned in slightly, trying to look at him after you teased him and ruined the moment. “I know that. I just didn’t expect you to be so… dramatic about it.”

It wasn't long before he barked back. “Shut up. I ain't some dramatic, moody loser.” Sure, sure he wasn't. You can't help but laugh at him again, to which Bakugou responds with a sharp glare.

At some point, your laughter dies down and you take your time to think on his words. Looking at Bakugou with a softened expression as you truly considered his words. The challenge still hung over you both with a hint of humour. There was more to him, you knew that, but maybe uncovering it would take time— time you were more than willing to give. Was what he hid inside that bad for him to ask that question? You weren't sure but you were going to find out.

“I guess we’ll find out, won’t we?” you finally say. Seriously this time.

For a moment, you both just stood there, the air between you charged with the crackle of static, the palpable energy breathing life into that abandoned, ancient room. It wasn’t just about the journey anymore or the mission. It was about you and him, two people with walls built so high that the idea of breaking them down felt both terrifying and thrilling.

“Don’t say I didn’t warn you,” Bakugou finally muttered as he turned away slightly, the weight of his words lingering in the space between you.

You let out a small laugh, more to break the tension than anything. “Same goes for you, Bakugou.”

He glanced back at you. The mystery of figuring each other out— was it just going to be a game? No, it was real, and you were both in it now. “I guess we’ll see who figures out who first,” he spoke in an undertone, sounding serious yet there was a flash of warmer, something deeper.

“Guess we will,” you echoed softly.

The light orbs highlighted the sharpness of his features and the intensity in his eyes. Despite the rough edges, there was definitely something else there, something you couldn’t quite place. But you would be intent on discovering the man behind those hardened crimson eyes. 

The tavern is a far cry from the caves. The warm, golden light from the hearth is one that the group wished they had when they were navigating those cavernous tunnels. Bakugou sits at the edge of the light, half-hidden in the flickering glow, his posture relaxed but his eyes distant, lost somewhere far from the safety of the room. 

The bard’s fingers idly pluck the strings of his lute— a soft, absent tune that fills the lulls between words. Leaning forwards with widened eyes, not with fear but with the kind of fascination only a storyteller could have, he is eager to pull every detail into his next song.

“Oh, how treacherous!” he breathes, gasping softly whilst his legs swing with excitement. “To face such dangers and live to tell the tale— it’s no wonder you’ve got the scars to prove it. But tell me, how did you escape those dire straits? Surely, there must have been a twist, a desperate gamble?”

Bakugou stares into the depths of his mug. The memories linger, flashes of battle, of chaos, and the relentless push to survive. His fingers tighten slightly around the mug, the only outward sign of the turmoil beneath his calm exterior. “It was hard,” he says finally, his voice rough, almost distant. The simplicity of his words carries a weight that silence cannot. He doesn’t elaborate, doesn’t offer more than what is needed. There’s a quiet strength in his restraint, the kind that doesn’t need to explain itself.

You were tired of being stuck in this godforsaken cave. The faint, eerie glow of phosphorescent fungi barely pierced the darkness around you both. The cold stone pressed in from all sides, the silence almost deafening. Every second felt like an eternity as you moved forward, hoping to find your companions. A knot of worry began to form in the pit of your stomach, but soon you realised there was no time for that. You no longer had the luxury to worry.

The silence shattered. A sudden clamour echoed through the cavern as goblins burst from the shadows, their guttural cries filling the air. The sound of metal scraping stone and their footsteps growing louder sent adrenaline surging through you. Without hesitation, you and Bakugou shifted into position, instinctively falling back to back.

“On your right!” you called out, slashing at a goblin that lunged toward you with a snarl.

Bakugou reacted instantly, spinning around and slicing through the goblin with a swift, deadly swing of his scimitar. The creature let out a final shriek before crumpling to the ground. “I’ve got this side. You take the left!” he barked, his fist sparking up a ball of flame. 

With a nod, you shifted your focus to the left, where a trio of goblins was attempting to flank you. You dodged under a wild swing of a crude club, driving your dagger into the side of one goblin before spinning and kicking another squarely in the chest, sending it crashing into the jagged rocks. Behind you, the metallic clang of Bakugou’s scimitar echoed as he made short work of the remaining attackers. His blasts filled the air with heat and light, the force of each explosion sending goblins flying.

A goblin tried to sneak up on Bakugou, creeping through the shadows with a dagger raised, but you spotted it just in time. “Behind you!” you shouted.

Bakugou whirled around, eyes blazing with fierce intensity as he swung his scimitar in a powerful arc, sending the goblin flying into the cave wall, where it slumped lifelessly to the ground. “These bastards just don’t quit,” he growled, slightly winded but still standing.

You wiped a smear of blood from your cheek, catching your breath as you scanned the dimly lit chamber. “Tell me about it.”

As if on cue, the last goblin fell, and an unsettling silence settled over the cave. You exchanged a tense look with Bakugou. There was no need for words; you both knew you had to press on. The cave grew darker as you ventured deeper, so much so you had to conjure up the light orbs again. You were trying to conserve your magic but it couldn’t be helped. Every step echoed softly through the twisting tunnels. After what felt like hours, faint voices echoed ahead, their familiarity felt like a lifeline. Those voices… could it be? There was no time to freeze or discuss, you and Bakugou quickened your pace. Rounding a final corner, you were met with the sight of Denki and Mina, bruised and exhausted but alive. Relief flooded through you as you stepped forward, ready to bring your scattered team back together.

“Denki! Mina!” you called out, relief flooding your voice.

Mina looked up, her face lighting despite the tiredness. Her genuine smile shining through. “Took you long enough!”

Denki, leaning against the wall to catch his breath, managed a weak grin. “You guys wouldn’t believe the crap we’ve been through.”

Bakugou scanned the area for threats before giving a curt nod. Huffing at his mates and masking his concern for them. “Save it for later. We need to get the hell out of here.” But he couldn’t hide it fully. All of you saw a trace of relief in his voice, a small sign that despite everything, he was glad to see them alive. The four of you regrouped, the exhaustion of the battle weighing heavily on your shoulders, but the simple fact that you were together again strengthened you to push forward.

Now, all that was left was to find Sero and Kirishima, but it wasn’t going to be easy. After all, it had taken you and Bakugou countless hours just to track down Mina and Denki. The cave felt endless, a sprawling labyrinth of shadowed tunnels and jagged rock formations that seemed to twist and turn in every direction. Each step only added to your growing frustration, as if the darkness itself were mocking your efforts.

You, Bakugou, Denki, and Mina moved cautiously through the cavern, your steps slow and deliberate. The only sounds were the crunch of gravel underfoot and the occasional drip of water echoing through the cavern, a constant reminder of how far you were from the world above. It was a haunting reminder of how easy it would be to lose yourselves down here. Every new tunnel looked the same, each shadow concealing untold dangers, and the simple existence of the unknown pressed heavily on your mind. No map, no compass. Just you and lady luck. Still, you pressed forward, knowing that somewhere in this underground network, Sero and Kirishima were waiting to be found.

The light orbs flickered, casting shifting shadows on the cave walls. You eyed them carefully, silently willing your magic to hold steady. The last thing you needed was for the light to fail you in this dark cavern. Now and then, the orb lights would catch on something unsettling— skeletal remains of a long-forgotten traveller, a grim warning of the cave’s dangers. A grim reminder of the cave’s dangers. But you refused to let that be your fate. It wouldn’t be the group’s fate either. You wouldn’t allow it. With each step, your resolve hardened. No matter how lost you all were, you knew you could get them out of here.

“How long have we been down here?” Denki muttered, his voice hushed as if speaking too loudly might stir something unseen. “Feels like days.”

Mina, walking beside him, kept her eyes focused straight ahead. Trying her best to mask her fatigue. “Too long. We’ve got to find the others and get out of this place.”

Bakugou said nothing, he stared intently on the path ahead. His eyes scanned every shadow, every crevice, diligently for signs of danger or a potential exit. You could sense the tension radiating off him— the way his shoulders were set, the iron grip he kept on his weapon. He was on high alert, and it was clear that every nerve in his body was wired for a fight. But it was impossible to miss how exhausted he really was. The slight sag in his body, the drag in his step. It all betrayed the weariness he was trying to hide.

The cave had taken its toll on all of you, sapping your strength and gnawing at your resolve. The bleak air, the identical rocks that made it feel like you were running in circles, the darkness you struggled to fend off with your dwindling magic, and the constant uncertainty were wearing everyone thin. Even after a brief rest, the weight of the journey bore heavily on your shoulders, each step forward a battle against exhaustion and doubt.

Yet, amidst the peril and gloom, there were fleeting moments of warmth—small gestures, shared glances, and quiet reassurances that broke through the darkness. It was these brief moments that kept you moving, fueling the determination to keep going, no matter how endless the cave seemed. 

The group paused at a small cavern where a natural spring trickled down the rock face, creating a soothing, melodic sound that contrasted sharply with the eerie silence that had followed you for hours. Bakugou stood at the edge of the pool, his reflection rippling in the water as he bent down to refill his canteen. You approached, your footsteps light on the uneven ground, and knelt beside him to do the same.

“Think the gods are tossing us a small blessing?” you quipped, a wry smile tugging at your lips. It was a bitter irony, considering you were all still trapped in these twisted, unforgiving caves. How long have you had fresh water like this?

Bakugou snorted, glancing at you out of the corner of his eye. “Better than nothing,” he muttered, his tone dry but carrying a morsel of gratitude. Even in a place as bleak as this, the brief respite felt like a small victory.

Mina and Denki also bent down to refill their canteens, drinking quietly as they went in for seconds. You and Bakugou sat there for a moment, the quiet splash of water the only sound between you. The cave’s cold, oppressive atmosphere seemed to lift just a little, offering a rare moment of calm amid the chaos. As you finished filling your canteen, you found yourself lingering, your gaze drifting toward Bakugou. For once, the tension between you had faded, replaced by an alien quietude.

“You know,” you began, your voice softer than usual, hesitant but sincere, “for someone who’s barking all the time, you’ve got a decent side.”

Bakugou looked up, one eyebrow arching at your words. He paused halfway, the canteen hovering just before his lips. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

You shrugged, a faint smile on your lips as you raised the canteen to take a sip.  “Just that… I’ve seen how you are with the others. How you’ve been looking out for everyone. It’s not something I initially expected from you.” The cool water hit your parched throat, and relief washed over you. Finally water. It soothed the dryness, quenching a thirst you hadn’t noticed was that bad until now.

“Tch. Who else is going to take care of you idiots? You guys are hopeless without me.” His words are snappy but there isn't a bite to them. Bakugou's gaze drifted back to the water, the faint glow reflecting in his eyes. After a pause, his voice softened, almost as if he was speaking more to himself than to you. “But… thanks, I guess.”

You nodded, the silence settling comfortably between you, unpressured and strangely comforting. You’d both been through hell in this journey, and in those moments of survival, something had changed— a strange bond that neither of you wanted had formed somewhat. It was half-baked at best but it was still developing. You had known for a while now that Bakugou was softer than he let on, but you never voiced it. You never gave him a compliment or offered any kind of audible acknowledgment that he wasn’t as bad as he seemed. It was something you kept to yourself. But you figured it was time to take that step: to actually say it out loud. To acknowledge him, even if it felt awkward.

After a few more minutes of quiet, Bakugou broke the silence, his voice gruff but sincere. “You’re not half-bad yourself,” he admitted, still staring at the rippling water as if embarrassed by his own words.

You chuckled softly, caught off guard by his attempt at returning the compliment. Looks like he also had his thoughts on you. “Woah, that's high praise coming from you.”

He rolled his eyes, but a faint smirk slithers onto his face. Hiding it as he takes a gulp of his water. “Shut up or I’ll take it back.”

“Oh no,” you replied with mock drama, dragging the ‘no’ out a few seconds too long. “Taking it back? How horrible.” You feigned shock, placing a hand over your heart to which earns an eye roll from Bakugou. He manages to find a stray rock to throw at you but you dodge it which only makes him grumble. His reaction only made your grin widen as you capped your canteen and stood up. You extended a hand toward him, and after a moment's hesitation, he took it, allowing you to pull him to his feet. As soon as he was standing though, he quickly swatted your hand away, as if regretting the brief show of trust. Classic Bakugou. You couldn’t help but chuckle as the two of you turned to rejoin the others.

“Let’s keep moving,” he said, his voice slipping back into its usual hardness as he took the lead once more. And Bakugou’s quest was barely halfway done. There were still more artefacts to find, more trials ahead. It wasn’t over, not by a long shot. And right now, the biggest obstacle to overcome was getting his group together and getting out of the caves. 

The four of you tread carefully through the cave, each step echoes off the damp stone walls, the sound unnervingly loud in the suffocating silence. The stench itself felt like a warning, a natural deterrent, urging you to turn back. But even if you wanted to, there wasn’t an option to do so. Kirishima and Sero could be in the very area where the foul smell was emanating. So despite your intuition warning you of the potential danger ahead, you keep your legs moving through the winding tunnels.

Rounding a corner, you stumble upon a chilling sight. Kirishima and Sero, cocooned in thick, white spider silk, hang suspended from the ceiling like grotesque, motionless marionettes. Their faces are slightly obscured beneath layers of webbing, their bodies disturbingly still. Even through the tangled threads, you knew it was them. 

“Shit,” Bakugou mutters, his fists clenching as he glares at the eerie spectacle.

“We need to get them down,” you say, already stepping forward, but Bakugou grabs your shoulder, stopping you in your tracks.

“Wait,” his warning comes heavy with caution. Bakugou’s eyes quietly scan the shadows above, and you follow his gaze. Your heart skips a beat as you spot them. The glint of countless eyes reflecting the dim light. Cavern spiders— massive, grotesque creatures— are perched above, watching, waiting. Their fangs were pulled back, hissing at the group, poised to strike.

“It just had to be spiders,” Denki breathes, unsheathing his rapier, the blade trembling slightly in his grip. Goosebumps rippled across his arms. His quivering yellow ochre eyes darted from one spider to the next, anxiously counting their numbers as his breathing grew shallow.

Mina flexes her fingers, acid magic crackling at her fingertips. “Looks like an ambush.” The translucent acid pooled into a hovering ball above her fingertips as she concentrated, her eyes skirting through the horde of spiders to lock onto a target.

Before anyone can react, the spiders descend, skittering down the walls with unsettling speed. Their hairy legs moving in a frenzied blur, their beady eyes filled with hunger. How long has it been since they got fresh meat? They swarm from every direction, fangs glistening with venom as they charge.

Bakugou moves first, his scimitar cutting through the first wave of spiders with brutal efficiency. “Don’t let them get close!” he barks, his voice ringing with command as he slashes through the horde. His other hand summoned a fireball, and with a swift motion, he hurled it toward the approaching row of spiders, the flames crackling through the air as they closed in on him.

You draw your dagger and hack away at the thick webbing, slicing a path toward Kirishima and Sero while fending off the advancing spiders. One lunges at you but just before it reaches you, a sizzling splash of acid hits its body. Mina’s acid spell melts the creature into a twitching heap, its dying screech filling the cavern.

Denki fights alongside you, his rapier flashing in the dim light, cutting down arachnids with deadly precision. “Keep them off me!” he shouts, swinging his blade in a wide arc, severing several spiders at once as they try to overwhelm him. Bakugou stands at the front, holding the line with relentless force. His explosions light up the cave, launching fiery blasts at the swarming creatures, while Mina’s acid spells keep the creatures at bay, their sizzling hisses filling the air. The spiders shriek and screech, but their numbers seem endless as they press forward in a relentless assault.

Finally, you and Denki reach your restrained comrades. Kirishima is bound tightly in webbing, his normally powerful form limp and lifeless, hanging from the ceiling. Swiftly, you slice through the silk, and his body drops heavily to the ground. You check him quickly— unconscious, but breathing. Relief washes over you, but there's no time to rest. No time to waste.

“Sero, hold on,” you whisper, turning to your other friend. He’s also bound tightly in webs. You manage to cut the silk over his face and you get a view of how pale and clammy he is. As you free him further, you get a peek at a nasty wound on his leg seeping blood. You work frantically to cut him free, your hands moving with urgency. He falls into your arms as you slice through the last of the silk, his body weak and heavy against you.

“He’s hurt,” Denki says, his voice tight with worry as he fends off another spider, keeping the creatures from closing in on you. His rapier moves in swift, desperate strikes, but you can hear the strain in his breathing.

You don’t hesitate. Drawing on the last reserves of your mana, you press your hands to Sero’s wound, channelling healing magic into him. Warmth spreads under your palms, and the light of your spell begins to knit the torn flesh back together. Sero stirs, a weak groan escaping his lips as some colour returns to his cheeks. Silently thankful you had enough magic in you to heal his wounds. His breathing steadies, though his face remains pale. You glance up, catching Bakugou’s eye as he hurls another explosive blast at the advancing spiders. He’s holding them off, but for how much longer, you can’t tell. 

As the healing spell takes hold, Sero’s eyes flutter open, just barely. His voice is weak, but he’s alive. “Thanks,” he croaks, managing a pained smile.

“You’re okay,” you murmur, more for your own reassurance than his.

With Sero stabilised, you and Denki quickly move to help him to his feet. His weight is heavy against you, but with the two of you supporting him, he manages to stay upright. Meanwhile, Bakugou and Mina are persistent with their attacks, dispatching the last of the spiders with brutal efficiency. Acid and fire scorch the cavern, and the remaining creatures screech as they retreat, fleeing into the shadows. The cave falls into an uneasy silence, the sound of retreating legs and dying hisses fading into the distance. Though the spiders had been driven back, the threat of them returning was still large. 

Bakugou wipes sweat from his brow and turns toward the group, his eyes scanning the dark corners of the cave. “We need to move,” he says, his voice low and urgent. “No telling how many more of those things are lurking around.”

Kirishima, now on his feet but clearly shaken, gives a slow nod. Bakugou automatically moves to his side, helping him keep steady as they prepare to leave. “Let’s get the hell out of here,” Kirishima mutters, his voice weary, still recovering from being bound in the suffocating spider silk. Who knows how long they’d been trapped there? If you all hadn’t found them, they would have been dinner for those spiders.

Now reunited, the six of you press on, relieved to have found each other alive. There had always been a gnawing fear that one of you might not make it, but the reality was far kinder than your anxieties. The fact that you were all together, ready to face the next challenge: getting out. The air grew colder, more suffocating, but it no longer bothered you as much. With everyone by your side, it was easier to ignore the elements.

The cave walls seemed to close in on all sides, the air cool and damp as you and Bakugou navigated the twisting tunnels. The flickering light orb in his hand that you taught him to cast, radiated light against the stone. You had exhausted your magic, so the task of supporting Kirishima had been passed to Mina, allowing Bakugou to provide the much-needed light. You walked side by side, the distance between you shrinking with each step. The only sounds were the soft scuff of your boots against the rocky floor and the faint murmur of conversation from behind. 

“Hey,” Bakugou’s voice snapped you out of your thoughts. He sounds oddly softer in the confined space. “You holding up?”

Your head turns to peak at him, surprised by the unexpected concern in his tone. You couldn’t quite remember if you managed to keep a straight face or if your shock slipped through, but it didn’t matter— Bakugou did not react to your expressions that time anyway. You knew he cared about his team and always made sure everyone was alright, but he rarely voiced it, especially with you. “I’m fine,” you replied, a faint smile tugging at your lips. “Didn’t know you cared, Bakugou.”

He shifted his sights ahead from your words, grumbling lowly. His general intensity toned down due to the fatigue. You don’t blame him really, everyone is exhausted. “Just don’t feel like dragging your sorry ass out of here.”

“You ought to worry about yourself, you look like you’d be the first one to drop,” you teased, a playful glint in your eyes. It seemed you found a bit of energy to jest. It was hard to resist teasing Bakugou, even when every nerve in your body screamed for rest. There was something about pushing his buttons that made the weariness easier to bear.

Bakugou glanced at you sideways, his eyes narrowing slightly before he let out a begrudging huff. Even at a time like this, you could make jokes? “You think you’re real funny, huh?”

“On occasion,” you said, your smile widening as you continued forward. You can practically hear him rolling his eyes at you as the two of you walk through the caverns.

It felt like another few hours passed before any real progress was made in your journey, the endless stretch of dark, narrow tunnels becoming a blur. Every step seemed to blend into the next, and the crushing atmosphere of the cave weighed heavily on everyone's mental. Just when frustration threatened to bubble over, Bakugou’s sharp gaze caught something. A small glimmer of hope that might help the group finally find the exit.

“Look,” he said abruptly, nodding toward a small opening in the rock wall. “There’s a ledge up there. Might give us a better view of where we are.”

Without waiting for your response, Bakugou strode over and eyed the wall. He grabbed onto the rocky outcrop and pulled himself up with the ease and strength you expected to see from him. You watched for a second, then followed. Though your climb was less graceful, your foot slipped and sent a spray of loose pebbles clattering down the rocks below.

Before you could react or brace for impact, Bakugou’s hand shot out, gripping your arm firmly. “Watch it,” he muttered as he anchored you with his steady hold. “Be more careful, dumbass.” His touch was strong, grounding, as he carefully pulled you up to the ledge beside him. For a brief second, you could feel his heartbeat through the contact. The solid and reassuring drumming of beats on his wrist as he adjusted you onto the ledge.

“Thanks,” you murmured as you steadied yourself, making sure your footing was secure on the ledge. You took a deep breath, your heart still racing from the near slip, and gave Bakugou an appreciative look. That was close.

“Don’t mention it.” He released your arm but gave you a quick, assessing look, making sure you were really okay. Once satisfied, he turned his attention back to the task at hand. “Come on, let’s see what we’re dealing with.”

Crouching on the ledge, you both peered at the stretch of the cavern stretching out below. The vast expanse of the underground world seemed to pulse with an eerie life of its own, shadows shifting and swirling in the dim light. From this vantage point, the labyrinth of tunnels and chambers unfurled beneath you like a forgotten world carved into the earth. Twisting passages snaked off in every direction, each one looking as though it could lead to either salvation or a dead end. The weight of the unknown pressed down on you, but for the first time in hours, there was also a glimmer of hope.

“Impressive,” you said quietly, absorbing the sight. Your eyes tracing the paths below. "Looks like we’ve got options," 

“Yeah, but no telling which one's gonna get us out of here. We’ll just have to choose and keep moving." Bakugou grunted in agreement, his eyes scanning the network of passages as though he was calculating which would be the best path to take. 

But when he glanced back at you, his expression softened. “You… uh...” He hesitated, clearly uncomfortable, his eyes darting away before settling back on you. “Fuck…” he muttered under his breath, as if forcing the words out. “You did good back there, with Sero and Kirishima,” he finally said, the roughness of his voice still present but laced with sincerity. “Could’ve been a little faster, but... you did good.”

You blinked as you processed his words. Was he… complimenting you? It seemed like the compliment you’d given him earlier had sparked an attempt to return the favour. It wasn’t often that Bakugou handed out praise, and you could tell he wasn’t used to it. Still, it felt like both of you were trying to ease up on each other, making an effort to bridge the gap. But you couldn’t resist teasing him for it. Letting it slide wasn’t your style.

“That’s the third compliment you’ve given me,” you said, raising an eyebrow with a playful grin. “Are the caves making you lose it?”

Bakugou rolled his eyes, but there was a faint smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “Really? Figures I’d regret being nice to a moron like you.” His tone was sarcastic, but it was lighter than usual. “Just… you’re not bad for a mapmaker.”

“Thanks.” you murmured softly, “And you’re not bad for a barbarian,” you shot back, smirking as the familiar banter eased the weight on your shoulders. 

The two of you lingered on the ledge a moment longer, the silence now lighter after the small back and forth between the two of you. Atop the ledge, overlooking the vast cavern, something had shifted, a small but significant change in how you saw each other.

“I think we’re finally figuring out how to work together,” you said, the realisation settling in as you spoke.

“Maybe,” Bakugou replied, his tone thoughtful, almost contemplative. “Doesn’t mean I’m gonna go easy on you.”

“Wouldn’t expect anything less,” you grinned, knowing that Bakugou would still be the same old him even if he liked you. Perhaps a little softer but still all the same. But for the first time, there was a certainty that whatever came next, you knew you could rely on him. 

The two of you inspected the area from above for any promising paths. You sketched potential routes in your notebook, you and Bakugou quietly discussed which options seemed the most viable. The sound of the quill scratching against the paper fills the gaps in the conversation. There was little to no argument due to the high stakes of the situation. The group needed to get out, and there was no time for the usual bickering or careless mistakes. After some careful deliberation, you identified several potential routes that could lead to an exit. Each option came with its risks, but you wouldn’t stop until you found the way out.

“Come on,” Bakugou said after a moment, standing and extending his hand. “Let’s head back before the others think we’ve gotten ourselves killed.”

You took his hand, giving a nod of agreement. His grip was firm as he helped you up, and together, you climbed down from the ledge. This time being extra careful when getting down. Making sure your foot stepped onto the bigger chunks of rock. The path ahead felt a little less daunting now with the makeshift map sketched in your notebook, offering a glimmer of hope for the escape. The air still hung heavy with the weight of the unknown, but at least now, you had a plan.

As you both returned to the group, their anxious expressions softened slightly upon seeing you. “We’ve got a few paths,” you said, holding up the notebook as you shared your findings with them. Bakugou nodded in agreement, and for a brief moment, the usual tension between you all eased as you explained the routes. There was a sense of renewed determination as you all began to follow the new path, the glow of the light orbs casting a hopeful glow against the cave walls. 

Every breath felt harder, every sound echoed unnervingly off the stone walls, and the constant feeling of being watched gnawed at the edges of your nerves. The only thing that kept you all moving was the sliver of hope from the newly chosen path. The air grew cooler as you descended deeper into the twisting tunnels, the damp scent of the cave clinging to your skin. But then, just as the weight of fatigue seemed unbearable, you noticed a subtle shift in the atmosphere. You paused, inhaling deeply. The air—it was different. Cooler, yes, but fresher too, like it carried something beyond the endless stone.

“Wait,” you murmured, lifting a hand to still the group. Everyone stopped, their breathing quieting as they tuned in.

Kirishima furrowed his brow, sniffing the air. “You smell that?”

You nodded, your pulse quickening. There it was—a faint scent of damp earth, almost like fresh rain on soil. And... pine? The scent of trees, distant but unmistakable, filtered through the air.

The rest of the group perked up, their exhaustion momentarily forgotten as hope surged through the ranks. Mina took a deep breath and smiled faintly. “That’s the smell of the surface.”

Excitement rippled through the group, an unspoken understanding passing between all of you. If the air was changing, if you could smell the world above, then you were getting closer. “There’s an exit nearby,” you said, hope threading into your voice.

With renewed energy, you pressed forward, following the path with a sharper focus. The narrow tunnels slowly widened, the jagged rock formations giving way to smoother, more natural stone. The air continued to shift, growing cooler and fresher the further you went, and the oppressive feeling that had weighed on you for hours began to lift.

The sound of trickling water reached your ears, and you soon came upon a small underground stream, its clear waters reflecting the faint light from your orbs. It was another sign— water that likely flowed from the surface. The tunnel sloped upward now, a slow but promising incline, and the scent of pine grew stronger with every step.

You exchanged glances with Bakugou, the unspoken hope mirrored in his intense gaze. “We’re close,” he muttered, his voice rough but full of determination.

The group quickened their pace, moving toward the promise of freedom. And then you saw it, a faint sliver of light piercing through the darkness ahead. The cave walls widened, the rough stone gradually giving way to a natural opening, and the soft rustle of leaves reached your ears, a distant yet welcoming sound. The light grew brighter with each step, guiding you forward until, at last, you emerged into the open air. The cave had spat you out at the edge of a dense forest, towering trees stretching overhead, their leaves whispering in the gentle breeze.

You all stood still for a moment, drinking in the sight of the forest and the cool, fresh air, the collective relief palpable as the tension from the cave slowly ebbed away. The sky was beginning to lighten, dawn creeping over the horizon, painting the landscape in soft shades of pink and orange.

“Finally,” Kirishima breathed, running a hand through his hair. “Thought we’d never make it out.”

Sero, still leaning on Denki for support, managed a weary grin. “I never doubted us… well, almost never.”

Bakugou exhaled, scanning the surroundings for any immediate danger. Satisfied for the moment, he turned back to the group, his voice softened by a hint of relief. “We’re not out of the woods yet, but we’re out of that damn cave. Let’s keep moving.” 

The group nodded, spirits lifted by the sight of the open sky. Though the journey was far from over, the world felt a little brighter, and the weight of the cave was now just another challenge left behind. And with that, you all began to make your way out of the cave.

 As much as the rest of you wanted to push on, the cave had drained every ounce of energy from your bodies. Your mana supply was dangerously low, and Sero’s injury, though healed, had taken a toll on him. Everyone was exhausted, the weight of being lost in the labyrinth pressing down on your spirits. So there was a discussion made on recovery. Eventually, it was agreed that the team needed at least a full day of rest. The rest was necessary, even if it meant delaying your journey. Bakugou wasn’t happy about it— his scowl deepened with each passing minute— but he begrudgingly accepted that rest was needed.

It was already the evening so it only felt appropriate to set camp up. The group settled into a familiar rhythm, the forest around you offering a temporary sanctuary from the harrowing journey through the caves. Denki had managed to catch a few frogs in a nearby stream, and though they weren’t the most appetising option, they were food. The fire crackled softly as Bakugou expertly roasted the frogs over the flames, discreetly examining the group to ensure everyone was holding up.

You sat apart from the others, leaning against a sturdy tree, the rough bark pressing into your back as you tried to gather your thoughts. The remnants of the cave still clung to you— the bleak darkness, the fear of being separated, and the close call with the spiders. The forest’s night sounds barely registered in your mind, overshadowed by the fatigue that gnawed at your bones. Despite the relative safety of the forest, the exhaustion and tension of the journey refused to leave your body. Even in the fresh air, it was hard to shake the feeling of being trapped.

“Oi.”

The sudden sound of Bakugou’s voice snapped you out of your thoughts. You looked up to see him standing over you, a roasted frog speared on a stick in his hand. The firelight cast flickering shadows across his face, softening the sharp lines of his usual scowl.

“You gonna sit there all night, or you gonna eat?” He asked, holding the speared frog closer to you. The musky scent wafted up from the roasted frog, and you hesitated for a moment. You’d never eaten frogs before.

You raised an eyebrow, inspecting the roasted frog meat before returning your attention to Bakugou. “I’m surprised you didn’t eat them all yourself.” You managed a tease as you slowly felt hunger creep up on you. 

“Tch. Just take it,” he huffed, thrusting the stick toward you.

You accepted the offering, the heat of the roasted frog warming your cold fingers. For a moment, your hands brushed against his, the brief contact sending a surprising jolt of warmth through you. He lingered for a second longer than necessary, his gaze flickering to your face as if searching for something, but then he turned away, stomping back to the fire with a grumble.

“Hope it doesn’t taste like leather,” you called after him, taking a tentative bite.

He shot a look over his shoulder, watching you take a bite as he grunts. “Better than starving.”

The frog wasn’t exactly a gourmet meal, but it was surprisingly tender, the meat slightly smoky from the fire. You found yourself appreciating the effort, though you’d never admit it out loud. Bakugou returned to his place by the fire, his back to you as he resumed tending to the rest of the frogs. The night pressed on, the fire burning low as the group settled into a more comfortable silence. The exhaustion from the cave still lingered, but now that you were all together and resting, there was a sense of comfort. The weariness remained, but the shared peace made it easier to bear. 

The forest was alive with the familiar sounds of night-loving creatures, the cool breeze rustling through the leaves, carrying with it the scent of earth and smoke. You leaned your head back against the tree, closing your eyes as the warmth of the fire and the food lulled you into a state of near-relaxation. Bakugou’s gruff kindness lingered in your thoughts, the gesture from earlier and the subtle moments back in the cave. It all confirmed what you’d begun to suspect: there was more to him than you initially believed. Your first impression hadn’t captured the full picture. He wasn’t just a hotheaded loudmouth with zero patience (though that still rang true); beneath all that intensity was someone far more complex. That there was someone gentler beneath all that, someone who, despite everything, still made sure everyone was being taken care of.

There was definitely more to him than you had initially thought.

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Screw it im remaking my intro post

Hiya! I’m Lonk!! I’m a multifandom artist studying game art at uni. I especially love drawing elves and fanart for Zelda, Sky cotl and The Elder Scrolls :D

As of right now I identify as ✨aroace✨ and go by they/she pronouns but anything works lol

My main fandoms/interests are Zelda, The Elder Scrolls, Sky cotl, Starwars, Dungeons and Dragons, Dungeon Meshi and anything else my goblin brain latches onto >:]

As a heads up for anyone new to my art, I do experiment with body horror and gore sometimes and swear a lot so if you are uncomfortable with that then I recommend not following me 💖. I’ll try put trigger warnings if needed but don’t worry I probably won’t be drawing anything to nsfw or 18+

Aaaand finally if you want to submit an ask please keep in mind that if I do respond to it it’ll be public. And to all the lovely people asking me stuff in Spanish I am very sorry but I only speak English <3.

Current aus: Crimson Storm - Sky cotl au

Current project: Thimbleweed comics

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Reset Time Jim AU but a bit different

Please excuse my horrendous writing skills it's been years since I wrote a real story with characters, even as short as this

He had done it, after hundreds of resets, after carefully studying, carefully changing each detail one by one, he had given everyone a good ending, only those completely necessary died, like the Tarron's parents.

Jim had finally been able to tell them what he did, and while they had lectured him about pulling a batman and purposefully retraumatizing himself multiple times in the process of saving them, they all eventually just started laughing and crying.

He had even managed to stop the titans entirely, catching them early and foiling their plans, saving those three days that would have been used tracking the Titans and stopping them, so instead, they celebrated, they had sleepovers, parties, and worked to rebuild the town better and friendly towards every species living in their town

the old belltower was one of the first things they had rebuilt, adding on a large canopy to provide more shade over the town square and it chimed every day right on time at 3:00 PM, Jim thought back on all those other timelines, erased from existence around this time, on this day, he had come to memorize when he would reset it all, exactly 3:42 PM, finally he could forget that time once and for all. Jim took a nice deep breath and went back to work painting the walls of the new school, much more colorful and much more variety, with enchanted paint that would change patterns daily, to add a little excitement.

He had finished the wall he had been working on a little after 3:20 and went to go eat lunch with the rest of the trollhunters, though that title wasn't entirely needed anymore. They chatted idly about things that have become mundane for them, seeing a particularly small goblin paint a little ">:(" with finger paints onto a wall, joking about imagining Jim being short and Toby being tall, like that'll ever happen, or Claire accidentally burning the cookies she was making because Nari started growing the Nunez's houseplants all over the walls and floors. Until all conversation suddenly ceased, causing Jim to look around for a second, what happened?

Beep. Beep. Beep.

Jim shot up in his bed, and looked around, what? Had he fallen asleep painting and got taken to his room? Yeah, that had to be it, He got up, made some breakfast for him and Toby, and headed out. Huh, the trashcans had gotten knocked over, must've been a stray goblin or something. He started to make his way over to Toby's house, opting to walk, but Toby was way ahead of him and was already biking towards him. And then he said they were going to be late for school, Jim felt a bit of panic before realizing Toby was messing with him, Ha Ha very funny Tobes, "oH wE'rE gOnNa Be LaTe FoR sChOoL".

But Toby just stared at him, confused, before asking if he had hit his head when he was getting up this morning, now Jim was confused too, what? Wait. Jim frantically pulled out his phone and.

the time line had reset. No. It was never a time line reset, it was a time loop. And just like a gun, the trigger had been pulled, there is no taking the bullet back, the world is doomed to infinitely loop every two years, those same, horrendous, traumatizing, mind breaking, two years

[the-greatest-magic-of-all]

You keep writing me things so I will write you a thing :3

For your Brave and Loyal Knight Au

It was dark, unnaturally dark in the middle of the day as the storm clouds lay thick and heavy blotting out the sun. Fabians boots clicking against the stone floor the only noise other than the rain and thunder audible in his secluded corner of the palace. The king swiftly making his way from his more public study and back towards his chambers now that his work was mostly done. He should have learned by now that he shouldn’t be relaxing until he knew he was completely safe but he had let his guard down. Too busy perusing the last report of the day that he needed to memorise before he could finally stop and rest for a while in the privacy of his own rooms.

It had happened so fast Fabian wasn’t sure exactly what had happened. A sudden flash of lightening dazzling him for a second before the accompanying rumble of thunder obscured the sound of the assassin’s approach. He hadn’t noticed but Riz certainly had, his knight slamming into his back and knocking him forwards so that the dagger aimed for his neck sailed over the top of his head. The goblin using his momentum to engage with the attacker.

There was a muffled ‘thump’ from somewhere between the tussling pair, Riz hissing loudly as the assassin managed to grapple him to the ground. They’d managed to get hands around his neck for only a brief second before there was the loud crack of an arcubus firing, the sound echoing off the stone floors as the larger of the pair (human, Fabian noted absently, Riz having managed to partially yank their mask off in their scuffle) slumped dead to the floor. The goblin using his legs to push them to one side as they fell so they wouldn’t land on top of him before stumbling to his feet. Hand clutching at the armour where Fabians seal was emblazoned on his chest as he panted and darted his head around searching for more attackers.

Fabian didn’t even have chance to call for more guards before the fight was over but the noise of the scuffle had been enough to alert them of the danger. Fabain swiftly pushing himself to his feet so none would be witness to him in such an undignified position and dusting off his robes. The King frowning and glancing down the corridor, noting that it really shouldn’t be taking this long for backup to arrive.

“There should have been more guards stationed here.” He frowned, kicking the assassin onto their back so he could get a better look at their face. There wasn’t much to see, Riz had managed to get a decent swipe with his claws in and they’d been disfigured beyond recognition by this point. “Good work, nice to know you haven’t lost your touch.”

“The guards are probably dead… I smelled blood as we came around the corner.” Riz was still breathing heavily, claws digging into his armour and punching holes around the kings seal emblazoned there. His ears relaxed out of their high and alert position as reinforcements rounded the corner, large eyes flicking between faces as he took note of who each of them were and compared them to the database in his mind. These guards were trustworthy, he’d handpicked them himself. Fabian would be safe.

“Not so sure about the loosing my touch part though.” The goblins knees went weak once the adrenaline finally left, Riz only managing to half-collapse to the ground before Fabian caught him. The half elfs eyes going wide when he noticed the front of his dark armour was slick and wet with blood that was hard to see in the dim light.

Fabian had thought it strange that the assassin had tried to choke his knight to death but now that he was in this close he could see why. The sigil embroidered on his chest had been split cleanly in two, the snapped off blade of the dagger still embedded in the goblins chest probably the only thing keeping him from bleeding out faster but there was still a lot of blood.

“Get a healer. Now.” Fabian barked at the first guard who came close, the elf snapping into a salute before peeling away and heading for the healers quarters. Riz chuckling weakly and lowering his voice so that only Fabian could hear him when he talked.

“Composure, my King. Don’t let them see you so upset over something like this. It’s my job to throw myself on the enemy’s sword for you.”

Fabian clicked his tongue, carefully lifting Riz and handing him off to another of the guards when they stepped in close. Riz was right, letting anyone know how much he cared was a liability they could exploit.

“Take him. Get this mess cleaned up and fetch someone to revivify this one so we can find out where they came from. I will be in my quarters and I expect a report in two hours.” Fabian spun on his heels, waving two of the guards to follow him as he stalked away and down the corridor. Somehow managing to resist the urge to glance over his shoulder to watch the guard carrying Riz disappear in the opposite direction.

AHH! Thank you so much!! 💖💖

I, in turn, shall write even more!! Here's a bit of angst for you! But also some fluff at the end!

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Three things of note occurred in the days following the attack on the new King of Fallinel’s life.

One, Sir Riz Gukgak, was forced into a brief (and highly unwanted) sabbatical from his duties to the throne to recover from the dagger that had only just missed his heart.

Two, the recently revivified Human assassin had been locked up and under twenty-four-hour supervision in the palace’s dungeons as they tried to pry information on his employer from him.

And three, the King, now without his nohecharei, had a wake-up call about what his Grandfather had warned him of before his coronation.

Fabian had been eager to hear whatever wisdom Telemaine had thought it most urgent to depart on him, seeing as he had come all the way from Kei Lomenuera to the Capital to give it to him. What he got instead was far grimmer than Fabian had thought possible.

As tall and willowy as a tree in a forest primeval, Telemaine had never felt so immense and ancient as when he’d warned that if he were to become King, his life would never be his own. At the moment, Fabian hadn’t the slightest clue as to the full weight and depth of his Grandfather’s words. Having let them flow off of and away from him with a nod and a smile.

But now?

He got it.

He got it because…

Because…

Fabian could hear Sir Durden's footsteps.

Steady, not-so-soft clanks, only a few steps behind him as he went about his day. Truthfully, they weren't all that obtrusive and yet…

It’s not like Sir Maxis Durden was a horrible guard. Oh, no, perish the thought. Sure, he had a devil-may-care attitude and, on occasion, was a tad bit familiar with His Majesty, but, all things considered, Sir Durden did his job and did it well. Never late. Always on the lookout for danger. The Captain had assured him of the Guards that Durden was an adept Blade Pact Warlock of Eilistraee and, despite his reedy figure, could take down his fair share of enemies. Hell, Fabian even knew that it was Sir Durden who took over Riz’s duties for four hours during the night! It shouldn’t be as big of an issue!

Except…

He could hear Sir Durden’s footsteps. He could feel Durden’s eyes on him at what felt like every waking moment. Whenever Fabian turned around, Durden was always there. Even in his private study. Even in his bedroom. The Court of Stars demanded that the King never be alone for his safety, but only now, in the absence of Sir Riz, did Fabian realize how maddening of a rule it indeed was. Telemaine was right. His life was not his own because as long as he knew Sir Durden was guarding him, he’d never be anything but the King of Fallinel. He had to be dignified and competent. Well-mannered and never whiny. Never a fuck-up or a failure. He couldn’t be a person.

Lest he slip up and have one of his most charming guards’ opinion of him sour. Loose lips sink ships. The last thing he needed was Maxis blabbing about how ungrateful or idiotic the new King was to his mates. Next thing Fabian knows, there's a military coup. No doubt led or co-opted by House Everpetal. Ugh, it doesn’t bear thinking about.

By the end of the week, Fabian felt more exhausted than he ever had in his twenty years of life. Finding it harder and harder to keep his chin up and feet from dragging. He’d gotten lightly chastised by one of his advisors for repeating himself several times during a briefing on possibly receiving some of the Drow Royalty. Lady Everpetal had even felt bold enough to “jokingly” question his sanity after the attempt on his life. Calling him a Mad King in waiting.

Worse yet, Fabian had to swallow down the things he wanted to say about her, knowing he wouldn’t even get to say them in private to the sound of Riz’s delightful laughter…

He hadn’t even gotten a chance to go see him in the infirmary.

Umberlee below, he missed his best friend.

Missed him so much it physically hurt.

A pain in his chest.

Twists of his stomach.

More headaches than he’s ever had.

Honestly, they were so bad that, when Sir Durden’s clanking footsteps stopped abruptly on their way to a court function, Fabian hadn’t cared in the slightest. Not even when his addled brain had noted that his own footfalls had been the only ones he’d heard for minutes now. In perhaps idiotic defiance, he relished the thought of accidentally leaving Sir Durden behind and truly being alone for a handful of moments.

Though, he was to hasty to think that he was alone.

For only after the length of another corridor, Fabian found himself stopping as the faint sound of a nail—no, a *claw—*tapping on the metal pommel of a blade. Listening closer; the swish of lithe tail idly swaying back and forth. Fabian’s heart picked up speed, though he didn’t dare turn around. In fear that he was wrong and reluctance to possibly lose the little game of trust he and Riz played.

Instead, Fabian, a smile slowly begin to play on his lips, said to the hallway, “Good to have you back on your feet, Sir Gukgak.”

There’d never been a sweeter sound than Sir Riz’s voice ringing out behind him, “Good to be back, my King.”

A week’s worth of tension instantly fled from Fabian’s body as a sudden lightness overtook him. Fabian wanted to hug him. To turn, drop to his knees, and scoop Riz up in a tight, tight hug and never let him go. But, as a maid rounded the corridor’s corner and bowed to him before scurrying past, Fabian pushed it down. Steeling himself to hold out until later. When they could be alone together in his study or his bedchambers.

Until then, Fabian continued on his way to one of his ballrooms, a pep in his step and a smile on his face. If any of his servants or courtiers noticed how the King practically glowed with joy after the reappearance of his Knight, all of them had good sense not to comment.

[michael-the-candybar]

alright here is rosekiller spiderman au ideas pt 1‼️‼️‼️ (please feel free to go into my asks if you have any questions about this au!)

Barty would be spiderman and evan would obviously act as mj/gwen

because this just sits right with me and has so many angst potentials, barty’s dad would be the chief of police and his mother has passed in this au (this would be his canon event i fear) i still need to dive in to the specifics of how but yeah.

i just want to note this is all heavily based on Andrew Garfields movies because i love them sm and its the best i can go off of.

okay hear me out, evan has an internship with what would be oscorp and helps with studies and experiments (because i love science/biology freak evan).

now “oscorp” would be ran under the black family, stay with me on this. (this is purely for a green goblin idea) so harry osborns, aka peter parkers best friend, dad becomes green goblin who is eventually killed, now replace harry and make it regulus. which would make orion mr osborn (i cant think of his name right now)

the angst potentials are so there omg.

[jcs-singular-slut-strand]

MDZS fanfic ideas I have that most likely won't go anywhere and are mainly just titles atp

@fandom-trash-goblin ‼️

Wish You Were Sober (Chengxian but not necessarily outright)

Post Sunshot when Wei Wuxian is going out drinking everyday

Jiang Cheng being pissed about that (rightfully so, Jesus Christ)

They still love each other but it's hard when you're a sect leader and your SiC is dodging his responsibility's and by extension YOU

Jiang Cheng feels

Jiang Fengmian bashing

idk really I just felt like sharing

Modern AU Jiang Cheng and Jin Ling road trip

The end of the Summer holidays

And they have to get from Yunmeng to Lanling but Jin Ling's flight has been cancelled so Jiang Cheng has to drive him there

All types of shenanigans, for example:

Car breaks down

There's a storm so they have to stop for the night in this shifty ass motel

Jin Ling's awful (in Jiang Cheng's opinion) music

Jiang Cheng's awful (in Jin Ling's opinion) music

There isn't really anything dramatic or overly emotional about this

Just a bit of a laugh

Jiang Fengmian bashing (idk how but I will fucking get it in there idc)

Zhao Zhuliu/Wen Zhuliu is actually Jiang Cheng's real father AU (thank the Lord he looks like his mother)

Major Jiang Fengmian bashing obvs <3

pretty ooc except for Wen Zhuliu who doesn't really have a personality to mischaracterise

Wen Zhuliu being a bit #suspicious when Jiang Cheng and Wei Wuxian pull up for the Wen indoctrination

Just cause. how can anyone Like That be Jiang Fengmian's son??????

Anyways they're in the cave and Wen Zhuliu refuses to fight Jiang Cheng because by then he's worked out that the boy's birthday is like... suspiciously 9 months away from the last time he and Yu Ziyuan were last Together™

And bby is just like nope

not doing that today

Anyways burning of Lotus Pier and it all goes down the same

EXCEPT

Wen Zhuliu doesn't have anything to do with the death of Yu Ziyuan (if anything he's holding them all back)

Instead of taking his core, Wen Zhuliu takes that child out of Lotus Pier and straight to Wen Qing and renounces the Wen name, going back to Zhao Zhuliu (independent King, we love to see it)

Basically pledges pledges allegiance to Jiang Cheng and kinda follows him around like a guard dog for the entirety of Sunshot

OR

Wen Zhuliu doesn't make the connection of Jiang Cheng potentially being his son until he's got his hand in his chest and is melting Jiang Cheng's golden core

In this AU there'll be some weird thing where you have parts of your parents in your core I don't really wanna explain it

"Jiang Cheng’s golden core was strong for a seventeen year old and was filled with unbridled potential that only the son of the Violet Spider could hold or hope to live up to"

"It spills all over his fingers then onto the floor and he lets it, staring transfixed as his son’s livelihood falls through his fingers"

Basically, Wen Zhuliu gives up his core for Jiang Cheng via Wen Qing and surgery instead of Wei Wuxian and everything else plays out the same minus the demonic cultivation

Jiang Cheng still kills Wen Zhuliu however when he searches his robes he finds a letter addressed "Jiang Wanyin"

Edge of Seventeen (Jiang Cheng Sect Leader succession during Sunshot, potentially Zhancheng 👀)

Pretty much just a character study of Jiang Cheng

Set during the 3-6 months that Wei Wuxian was in the burial mounds

Lan Wangji being there when Wei Wuxian wasn't...

Not a fully fledged idea yet

Jiang Fengmian bashing <3

[lem0nl-me]

I WANNA SEE SMT ABOUT UR FUTURE AU!

Future AU time!!!

ok so- y'all know those mlp interaction AUs? it's basically one of those (kinda).

When all the Eyeball Bats got stuck in reality after Weirdmeddon and die they release a deadly pathogen that Mabel has rightfully dubbed "Eyeball Craze."

The AU takes place the summer after the twin's first visit to Gravity Falls. The first 3 days back in the shack are normal, with the occasional goblin monster of course, until Dipper gets a phone call while him and Mabel are up late watching TV.

It's a distress call from Shandra Hermenez. She claims that Bodacious T has gone crazy (crazier than usual) and that she needs their help.

Toby is the first victim to get to stage 5. I don't have a visual chart yet but the infection stages are as follows:

Inherit the _ pathogen

2. Itchy eyes and slight headaches

3. Regular migraines, tooth aches, and overly salivating

4. Vomiting blood, sickening migraines felt behind and around the eyes, and paranoia

5. Rapid tooth and nail growth, Eyes growing closer, hysteria, hostility, and hydrophobia

6. Eyes become one, skin begins to rot, body integrity identity disorder, cannibalistic tendencies

7. Death, this usually comes a year or two after stage 4

They keep toby in the old bunker under the tree for a while until Dipper is able to creat something that should slow/halt the "Eyeball Craze" worsening while they study Toby.

Mabel and Dipper have to figure out how to stop the spread of the disease, where it's coming from, and how to reverse it.

They decide not to tell the Grunkles, who are back in town for the summertime. Ford is aware of something spreading through Gravity Falls, but it is the least of his concern. He hasn't witnessed how bad it's gotten and what it does to people. Stan has DEFINITELY caught on though. He figures that the twins are going to go out of their way to heal those who need it no-madder what he says or does. So Stan decides to stay quiet on this one, and watches from a far. However, Mabel isn't dumb when it comes to social things such as this, she knows he knows.

So with the help of Wendy, Soos, and a little help from Pacifica and Gideon, Mabel and Dipper have to figure out how to stop the spread of the "Eyeball Craze", find where it's coming from, and learn how to reverse it before it consumes the entire town, then included.