#THAT FUCKING S H R I E K OH MY GOD

[redux-iterum]

Okay, so, I had an idea but I don’t have the time to record the whole chapter so I recorded a little itry bit instead.

https://www.dropbox.com/scl/fi/5wtm1yf8xt68vvww776k0/Darkstripe-gets-Bitchslapped.mp3?rlkey=g8o8ubnip2igzvep3j63gfufg&st=wt2s8mwp&dl=0

I hope that works. Thanks for writing this, it’s really inspired me a lot! My art’s been in a rut but even with that I’m still inspired to make new things because of this warriors redux and that’s a gift I can never thank you for enough <3 Have a good night! Or morning!

THIS IS THE BEST FUCKING THING

[bubbled-clouds]

i hate my memory i hate my memory i hate my memory

[rushingheadlong]

!!!!!!!!!!

HE'S MADE IT A THING NOW 😭💖

📸 Ja'mie Queen West

Mandatory tag... @rushingheadlong

[themoonweaversden]

All 179-244 (or so) codes that were found so far (no spoilers)

Note: As far as I'm aware if you input any word after selling your soul to Bill and press the knob you'll get the same result. I still think it's important to highlight the ones that didn't have any result once you imput them normally the day the website updated (AUDIOLOG, BUBBLES, CLEAR, CONTRACT, SMALL) these may have been just an error since it has been fixed since then

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A

ABUELITA

ADASTRAPERASPERA

ALEX HIRSCH / ALEX / HIRSCH

AM I BLANCHIN

ANSWER

AXOLOTL

B

BAAAA

BABY / BABY BILL / LALALALALA / MOMMY / DADDY

BILL / BILL CIPHER / CIPHER / ILLB / LLIB REHPIC / REHPIC

BLACK SHEEP

BLANCHIN / BLANCHING / BLANCH

BLENDIN

BLIND EYE

BOOBERRY

BURN SIDE

BURNED INSIDE

BYE GOLD

C

CAESAR ATBASH VIGENERE / MULTILEVELMARK

CARD

CARYN

CIPHERTOLOGY

CLONE / TYRONE / PAPER JAM

CONSPIRACY

CRAY CRAY

CRYPTOGRAM CODEX

CURSE WITTEBANE

CURSED

D

DEATH

DEER TEETH

DESTRUCTION IS A FORM OF CREATION

DIONARAP

DIPPER

DIPPY FRESH

DISCO GIRL / BABBA

DISNEY / MICKEYMOUSE

DISPENSE MY TREAT

DIVORCE / BREAKUP

DORITO / NACHO / CHIP

DUCHESS APPROVES / THE DUCHESS APPROVES

DUCKTECTIVE

E

EASTER EGG

EMMALINE BUTTERNUBBINS

EUCLID / SCALENE / SCRIMBLES

EUCLYDIA

EVEN HIS LIES ARE LIES

F

FAMILY MATTERS

FBI / CIA / NSA

FILBRICK

FIXINIT1

FORD / SIXER / STANFORD

FORDTRAMARINE

FORGET THE PAST

FUCK / SHIT / BITCH / SLUT / SEX

FUCK YOU ALEX

G

GIDEON

GIFFANY

GLASS SHARD BEACH

GLOBNAR

GOD / HELP ME / SAVE ME / FRILLIAM

GOODNIGHT SALLY

GRAVITY FALLS

GREBLEY HEMBERDRECK

GUN / THE GUN

H

HAROLDS RAMBLINGS

HECTORING

HEY NERD

HISTORY

HOLOGRAM

HORROR / CREEPYPASTA / ANALOG HORROR

HOTXOLOTL

HOW WILL I DIE / WHEN WILL I DIE

I

IM STILL ON YOUR MIND

IRREGULAR

IS HELL REAL

IS THERE AN AFTERLIFE

J

JOURNAL 1

JOURNAL 2

JOURNAL 3

JUST BLEND IN

JUST FIT IN

K

KINGS OF NEW JERSEY

KOOK

KUBRICK

L

L IS REAL 2401

LIAR LYRE

LIES

LIFE

LOVE / BOYFRIEND / LONELY

LOVE YA BRO

M

MABEL

MASON

MATH / GREECE / SHAPES / GREEK / PLATO / GEOMETRY

MCGUCKET / FIDDLEFORD / OLD MAN MCGUCKET

MEOW / MEOW WOW

MONSTER

MORALITY

MOUNTAIN DONT

MYSTERY

MYSTERY SHACK

N

NAITSUAF

NO

NOT A PHASE

NOTHING

O

OCCURREMUS ITERUM

OH YES THEY BOTH

ONE EYED KING

OROBOROUS

OWL TROWEL

P

PACIFICA

PAPER IS BOOK SKIN

PEAK

PINATA

PINES

PLATINUM PAZ

PORTAL

Q

QUESTION

R

R34LITY

RAT

REALITY

RIDDLE

ROBBIE

RUBBERHOSE

S

SCARY / SPOOKEMUPS / SPOOKY

SCIENTOLOGY

SEASON 1 / SEASON -1

SEASON 2

SEASON 3

SEVEN EYES

SEVERAL TIMES

SHAVE YOUR GRANDMA

SKELETON

SKIBIDI / FORTNITE / ELON / CRYPTO / DOGE / GYATT / RIZZ

SOMETHING

SOOS

SORRY

STAN / STANLEY PINES / STAN PINES / STANLEY

STOD EHT TCENNOC

SUCK IT MERLIN

T

TAD STRANGE

TANTRUM

THE BOOK OF BILL / BOOK OF BILL

THE DUCHESS APPROVES

THEORY / MATPAT

THERAPRISM

THEYLL SEE / THEYLL ALL SEE / I SEE

TINSEL SNAKE

TITANS BLOOD

TJECKLEBURG

TOBY DETERMINED

TORTURE MENTALLY

TOURIST TRAP

TRIANGLE

TRIGONOMETRY

U

UNIONMADE

UNIVERSE

UNREALITY

V

VALLIS CINERIS

VIRUS

W

WADDLES

WEIRD

WEIRDMAGEDDON

WELL WELL WELLBEING

WENDY

WHICH RELIGION IS RIGHT

WHO ARE YOU

X

XGQRTHX

XYLER / CRAZ

Y

YES

YOU CANT KILL AN IDEA

YOURE INSANE

Will update if more are found

[kolsmikaelson]

— ANAKIN SKYWALKER NSFW ALPHABET

NOTES - i’ve never wrote for ani before so i hope this is okay :)

WARNINGS - nsfw 18+ content, fem!reader, not proofread so ignore typos!

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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

if theres time, he’ll run a bath and clean you both up, get you some water and then take you to bed, but if not he’ll still clean you up and ask if there’s anything he can do before you get back to what you were doing

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

if he had to pick it would be his hands (or maybe im projecting). and on a partner i think he’s a boob guy honestly, doesn’t matter what size he’s still obsessed

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

loves when you squirt, he loves that it gets all over him and he also loves to come on your tits

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

loves it when you spit in his mouth and make him swallow it, he thought he’d only be into it when he was doing it to you but the first time you did it to him, whew let’s say something in him changed that day

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

not super experienced, he was only ever with padme before you and they never had much time to have sex but he’s a quick learner

F = Favorite position ( goes without saying)

doggy, he loves that he has such easy access to slap your ass but also reach around your front and rub your clit

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

he’s not scared to be a bit goofy with you, it’s not very often when it’s completely serious the whole time

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

he’s well groomed, he likes to keep it trimmed and neat for not only himself but his partner too

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

he’s loving and caring, will always make you get off 1-2 times before he even thinks about getting off himself

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

doesn’t do it often, would rather you do it for him or fuck you than using his hand

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

mommy kink, spit kink, choking (force choking mostly),

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

his speeder. it’s usually in the middle of the night when everyone's in bed asleep already or during the day when there's just enough time to get away with it

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

seeing that pleading look on your face when asking him to fuck you, he gives in so easily

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

nothing with bodily fluids (minus spit and cum), he won’t do anything where your face is covered in any way because he loves seeing the pleasured looks on your face way too much

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

giving. he’s a god at giving head and he knows it, but he wont turn down a blowjob either

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

he’s honestly a mix of both, it just depends on his mood. if he got back from a rough mission he’ll be fast and rough but if it was im the morning after you both wake up he’ll go slow and take his time

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

he’s obsessed with them, he’ll pull you to the side just before leaving for a mission

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

oh yes, he loves to experiment with you, he’ll be up to try anything once

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

3-4 rounds, he’ll take a few minutes between each round to check on you and get you a glass of water before continuing

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

yes! he has a couple of his own but he also keeps a couple to use on you

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

he prefers to tease you over you teasing him, anakin loves seeing you get all riled up

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

not too loud but not super quiet either, he mostly moans right next to your ear

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

loves fucking your face, whether it be with his dick or a dildo it doesn’t matter he loves it

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

i’m thinking he’s a good 7 inches and well groomed. he likes to keep it neat down there

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

so high. he’d keep going until he passed out if he could

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

i think he already has issues sleeping so it takes him a while to fall asleep afterwards

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[sapphic-kpop-fics]

yunjin nsfw alphabet??

A = Aftercare (what they're like after sex)

Jen is a big kind softie we know this so she helps clean you up if needed and then cuddles you for hours.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner's)

Her legs and Her fingers, they have one thing in common: Long, need i explain

She’s a boob girl, change my mind. Oral fixation on your chest.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Loves tasting you more than anything and will eat for out for hours simply so she can taste you.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Wears your clothes when you’re apart and she has to touch herself to get off

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they're doing?)

Yes 100%

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Yunjin needs you to ride her every week for her mental health (her words)

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

This is the Huh Yunjin we’re talking about, the goofiest human alive, of course that translates into your sex life, nights in bed definitely involve a lot of giggling

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Not fully shaved but well kept, girl dyes her hair every month of course it doesn’t match

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

The most romantic and loving human being ever, expect 100% romance

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

She will if you’re apart from each other for too long but prefers having you, if she does she’ll usually call or text you during because she simply needs you in some form to finish.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

She strikes me as the type to like choking you, like I said she likes her fingers especially wrapped around your neck. Also a praise kink, loves being told she’s fucking you good.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Your bed so she can easily have her way with you but the shower is also a favorite of hers especially pressing your soapy body against the wall as she fucks you.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Literally just being in your presence and looking at you, anytime you’re around she’s immediately turned on. A lover girl for real. But especially when you compliment her and her talents.

N = No (something they wouldn't do, turn offs)

Doesn’t want to hit you or hurt you too bad, maybe some spanking but anything on the face is off limits. Also anything you don’t want is something she doesn’t want.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Oh, god of pussy eating. Have you seen that face? Those lips? Incredible. Makes you finish is minutes. Gets pussy drunk often and eats you out for hours no matter how sensitive you are.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Usually fast and rough however she gets romantic and slow often making sure to switch things up.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Enjoys them when really horny at the wrong times or in between music shows but she likes to go 3 rounds minimum which isn’t very quick.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Will try anything you want to try but makes boundaries clear.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

She can last a while usually though she has moments where she cums in minutes. Definitely has big stamina when it comes to rounds, as I said 3 minimum but sometimes she fucks you for 5+ hours.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Absolutely, a few probably. Specifically a strap (we all know my thoughts on strap Yunjin 🤤)

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

The biggest tease usually, unless she’s being intimate and romantic then she gives you whatever you want.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

She strikes me as a not loud in a volume way but just talks a lot (girls a yapper we knew). Little sighs and moans are the most she makes when receiving along with heavy breathing.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Loves cockwarming (well strap warming but also when she’s wearing it, that is her dick for sure.)

X= X-ray (let's see what's going on under those clothes)

As we can tell from pictures, legs/thighs are insane (a great place to ride), boobs….if I speak.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Very high. Will fuck you anytime you ask.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Pretty quickly but makes sure you’re okay and taken care of first, cleaning you up and helping you put on some clothes before you both pass out.

[jungwnies]

syn ' a-z alphabet (nsfw) jeon jungkook pairing ' bf!jungkook x gn!reader

i am so unbelievably down bad for jk right now, so this is in honor of seven and my current weakness in the knees for him?!?!?!

a ⋆ aftercare - (how he is after sex)

BOY.... YOU KNOWWW he is taking care of you well

cleaning you up

cuddling you

just know that aftercare he gives is TOP tier

NIGHT AFTER NIGHT HE WILLLLL be treating you right ;)

b ⋆ body part - (his favorite body part)

you lips

your thighs

your ass

literally every part of your body he loves

c ⋆ cum - (anything to do with cum)

he comes on your stomach

or in you

if you don't want to fuck raw then he opts for the stomach

but he prefers coming in you

he likes seeing his seed spill out of you

d ⋆ dirty secret - (his dirty secret)

he loves when you beg

it's the virgo in him

he loves seeing you under his control

like seeing you so down bad for him

and just so submissive

he loves it

e ⋆ experience - (how experienced is he?)

girl

he knows what he's doing that's for sure

he doesn't have a lot of bodies

but he's been in committed relationships before

and the sex never fails to please

f ⋆ fav position - (sex position)

missionary for sure

loves being able to see your face

but sometimes he just wants to do doggy and shove your face into the pillow

g ⋆ goofy - (how he acts in the moment)

he's not goofy okay

but he isn't serious

he's very very

romantic

he's about making sure you're pleased

h ⋆ hair - (how groomed is he?)

he is very well groomed

but he isn't ... bald down there

there's hair there

but not a lot

it's trimmed

not completely gone though

i ⋆ intimacy - (how passionate is he?)

very passionate

like i said

he's a romantic

j ⋆ jack off - (how often he masturbates)

like once or twice a week if you're not there

but if you're there

then never

unless it's mutual

k ⋆ kink - (one or more)

lowkey sadistic???

he kind of enjoys hearing your sobs

or when you cry for him

but if you're genuinely hurt or sad

then he will be there for you

but if you're just in tears cus the sex is

THAT good

then he's super into it

l ⋆ location - (fav place to do it)

the bedroom

sometimes in the car

but mainly in the bedroom

or just anywhere in the house

m ⋆ motivation - (what keeps him going)

your moans

your cries

your sounds

the way you moan his name

it's like fucking music to his ears

n ⋆ no - (something he would NOT do)

would neverrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr

do anything like somnophilia

he's just not into that

if he's going to fuck you

you're going to be awake

o ⋆ oral - (giving + receiving — is he good?)

he goes crazy

especially when he's giving

HE GOES CRAZY!!!!!!!!!!!!!

and when he's receiving

his basically fucks your throat

god

god

god

god

oh my god

p ⋆ pace - (fast and rough? slow and sensual?)

rough yet sensual

he goes hard

but not fast

q ⋆ quickie - (his opinion on it + how often they happen)

all the time

on set

before award shows

when people say he has the "we just fucked look"

it's real

because you guys literally just fucked

r ⋆ risks - (is he willing to experiment, does he take risks, etc.)

yes

he is willing to experiment for you

he will risk it all for you

but he sets boundaries

and he respects yours

anything you both are down to do will be done

s ⋆ stamina - (how long can he last?)

he lasts pretty long

but it's not round and round

it's like

longgggg foreplay

and longggg sex

he takes his time

he wants you to feel good

stimulated in every part >.>

t ⋆ toys - (does he use/own any?)

no not really

he's kind of into teasing you in public

it makes it easy to get you to finish shopping

u ⋆ unfair - (how much does he tease?)

A MOTHER FUCKIN LOT

that's all i have to say

he teases a lot ok?

v ⋆ volume - (how loud is he + what noises does he make?)

he moans loudly

he's very vocal about how he feels

not growls but groans fs

just always says your name

and is like

fuck

yes

baby

i love it

fuck

yeah... ANYWAYS NEXT???

w ⋆ wild card - (random headcanon for him)

he thinks about marriage and kids the second he looks at you

he's never been one to think that far into the future

but the second he realized he loved you aka the second he looked at you

he just fell immediately

it's like his whole future flashed before his eyes lol

x ⋆ x-ray - (what’s under his clothes?)

he's not long

he's not thick

he's average

like ngl it's not that big

but it gets bigger when he's hard

so it makes up for those lost inches

we all know he's built

the abs the muscles

he's works out

very nice bod

we all know this yes?

y ⋆ yearning (how high is his sex drive?)

everyday he is down to do it

but he doesn't actually do it everyday

as long as you're open to it

then he is also open to it

it's above avg. but not high

z ⋆ zzz - (how quickly does he sleep after?)

not quickly

he has a hard time sleeping tbh

he falls asleep quick but he doesn't always feel the need to sleep

he sleeps once he knows you're comfortable

and he will be able to sleep once you wrap your arms around him

and tell him you love him

duh

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[mockerycrow]

Soap NSFW Alphabet

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

He loves aftercare! Whatever you need, he has it. He immediately starts out with praises and soft touches, pulling you close.

I headcanon him as a heavy switch so he’s the type to need massive aftercare, too.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Soap loves your chest. Breasts or pecs, it does NOT MATTER. Size doesn’t matter too.

He likes his v-line and he teases you hard if you like it too.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

This man will do anything with cum, yours OR his. Soap gets dirty, so it’s a common occurrence for him to cum, lick it up and kiss you, swapping the cum into your mouth instead. He is dirty as fuck. Anything.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Soap loves pain, specifically being the victim of it. His hips jump every time you slap him, he nearly gets drunk off of the pain. You discover it by accident—you’re making out, pressing your lips harshly against his and you grab his mohawk, pulling it a bit too hard—he moans.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Despite his job, he has experience. I don’t see him as this man-whore some others do, but he does get some once in a while. He knows what he is doing.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

If you ride him, he’ll babble until his throat gives out.

If you’re fucking him, he loves being tied and held down, on his side.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

It really depends on his mood. Usually, he’s very light-hearted, chuckling. He’s the type to chuckle and that chuckle melts into a whimpery moan. I don’t take criticism

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Soap keeps himself fairly trimmed, and trims regularly.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Almost every time, it’s like he’s professing his undying love for you. Not in an over the top kind of way, but a worship type of way. He will look at you with such admiration.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Soap masturbates frequently in my opinion—he’s learned how to be quiet, although it’s hard. He usually has to gag himself.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

BITING. God, he loves biting and being bitten. He knows it’s a bad idea, but he really loves being bitten so hard, the skin breaks.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Your quarters. 100%. He loves being surrounded by you.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

You, literally anything you do. You could give him an innocent kiss on his jaw and he’ll be grabby within minutes.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He can’t do feet. Please don’t ask him for feet. He might actually vomit.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Oh, dude, he prefers to give and HE IS FUCKING GOOD. He loves receiving too, but if he had to pick, it’s giving. He gets pussy/cock drunk very easy and it’s his favorite way to slip into subspace.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

It depends on his mood, both for bottoming and topping.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He really prefers taking his time, but fuck man, if you got a chance for a quickie? He’s already unbuckling his belt and pulling you into a tight space.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He is very willing to take risks, even risks of getting caught.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He can last for 2 rounds topping, but it takes him a while to cum. Bottoming, he goes until you stop (or until he genuinely cannot take it and lets you know).

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He doesn’t have any toys because of where he lives—he doesn’t like to risk it, but if you have any? He will use them on himself and on you, no doubt.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He is the king of teasing. Do not tease him first because you’ll never win—but he’ll make you feel like you did, from how desperate he is for you, always.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He can be loud or quiet, but it’s groans, moans and whines. If you get him into subspace, that’s when you hear him whimper.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

After being stranded alone, having to find Ghost and evac with him to escape Graves, he has this fantasy of fucking you or being fucked while he’s in danger. Every time he jerks off, he cums hard. Soap’s hips jerk as his stomach tenses, a loud moan leaving him as he imagines his mouth being covered while being fucked into, a Shadow walking dangerously close, or fucking into you, biting down on your shoulder while he hears footsteps approaching. It’s unrealistic, but fuck, it gets him off.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

He’s slightly above average in length, but he is thick.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

He has a high sex drive, but he can control himself.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

If he bottoms, he’s passing the fuck out after aftercare. If you bottom, he falls asleep after he is SURE you are taken care of.

[pxgeturner]

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an. hi. its me! Giselle, or gi, or gigi to few (not to be confused w gg, that is one of my moots. she makes really cool art.) n e ways here is the awaited Prologue for Iron Fist. Oh goodness I'm so nervous. I just want to make a few things clear. the reader is an author (obvs). She's recently graduated uni and is Latina! I write with a woc!r in mind always. I try to be as inclusive as possible, pero porque soy Mexicana, r might lean towards being more Mexican but I'll try to keep her Spanish standard and not be too specific to my family's culture. much love! hope you enjoy <3

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Your foot taps against the floor. The damn blank document stares back at you. Mocking you is what it’s really doing. Fuck you, you think, I achieved my goal. I published a book and it is a damn bestseller! Only problem is that the readers want more. It’s been… some time since your first book. And sure, Jess said you can take a break before starting a new project. But you also know that it’s good to ride on existing publicity. At least be able to make an announcement that you’re writing something while all this excitement lasts. Maybe you should write something about vampires. You love vampires and how they fit into romance and how them drinking blood is a euphemism just a bit away from, the whole cannibalism-equals-all-consuming-love trope and how when a vampire attacks it’s often an allegory for rape and— but you have nothing to add to the conversation. You have nothing new to say, no new perspective or hot take, or twist. You have nothing. No ideas.

Not a single word on the page.

You have an idea, leaning forward to peck the keyboard. “F-u-c-k. T-h-i-s!” You highlight the text and italicize it.

Fuck this. At least it’s words on the page.

You reach for your cup and take a sip. “If all else fails I can ride on the rest of the signing bonus and royalties for a bit since the book is doing good, and once that dries up, I can apply to be circulation assistant at a library or something.” You sigh and take another sip. “But nobody has to know for now.” You get up, searching for your phone. You find it resting on the arm of the couch, you grab it, sliding onto the cushions, resting your head where your phone just was. “God, don’t make me a one hit wonder, I wanna be a star. I wanna be the one to push that bitch Colleen Hoover into obsoletion. Please God. Please.”

You open your phone and look for your mother on speed dial.

“Hola, nena!” Your mama’s voice is happy, she must be having a good day. You move into the kitchen. You need a snack.

“Hey, mama, how are you?” You hold the cell with your shoulder as you look through your pantry.

“Good, good,” you find a pack of roasted seaweed snacks and grab it.

“I went on a date anoche.” Your shoulder drops and the pack of seaweed slips out of your grasp.

Mi mami fue a una cita. Con un man! You stand there, trying to process that she is actually back on the dating scene.

“How did it—” you aren’t holding your phone anymore. You use the wall as support to lower yourself to pick up your phone and snack.

“—ay, mami, lo siento, mi cellular se cayo de mi mano.”

“Todo bien, hija! I’m glad you’re ok.”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m ok, I’m ok. Anyways— how was the date? What’s he like? Am I going to have a stepfather soon?” you joke.

“My time for marriage is gone, muñeca, I’m just looking for companionship, pero, tu lo sabes.” You hear some subtle clinking in the background of the call, she must be stirring her coffee. You open your snack and park yourself on the couch. “Are you writing?” Ugh. Not you, too.

“I was, just finished for a bit before I called you.”

“You called me to procrastinate.” You choke on your seaweed from the accusation.

You clear your throat, “I called to check in with you. I call you practically every day.”

“But right now you called me to check up on me as an excuse to not write. Nena, I know you.”

“Okay, fine. I might be having some writer’s block,” you admit, sighing.

“And that’s okay, nena, but then you need to get out, get some inspiration. Allow the world to give you a story.” There’s mama, with her easier-said-than-done advice. But, maybe you should get out of the house.

“Alright, I’ll go out soon.”

“Tonight,”

“—I will go out to the Chinese place across the street and nothing more. I’ll talk with Hobie when he gets back to see if he has any ideas.” You hear your mama make a noise in her throat.

“You still live with that boy?” Here it comes. You’ve lived with Hobie Brown for three years and have known him for five. She’s always been apprehensive of him, since he’s radical and looks like he’s been in jail, with all the metal in his face, and why does his hair look like that? But Hobie is the one who’s kept you sane all these years. He’s held you while you cried and pushed out of your comfort zone when you were getting too stuck into your routines, most likely by dragging you to a concert or a protest. You help him thrift and flip clothes and ever since that one time his stylist had an emergency and canceled, you now help him tighten his wicks every so often. On days like that the two of you stay in, watching nostalgic movies and listening to any demos he’s recorded recently. He’s like a brother to you at this point.

“Yes, mama, I still live with Hobie. Nothing’s changed.” You move the phone down to your chest and take a deep breath.

“I didn’t like him when I first met him,” you clench your jaw as she continues— “…and although he’s one of those kids, I can tell he is a good boy. I’m glad he takes care of you.” You relax. “But it wouldn’t hurt to have someone you could kiss.” “It would be nice, but right now it’s not happening.” “Alright, muñeca. I’ll leave you alone for now, but keep your eyes open for a nice man.”

“I will, con cuidado, mami, besitos.” You make a kissing noise into the phone, and she responds with a goodbye of her own, and you wait for her to hang up the call.

You sigh, and look at the coffee table. Hobie left his song book at home, weird. It’s open to the song he was working on the other day. It’s a slower song, you can still hear the melody. You drum your fingers to the tune. He’s on an unfinished verse. You pick up a pen from the little catch-all dish and scribble down a line or two.

…

Hobie weaves through the roar of chattering, anticipating fans and into the tunnel, and walks past employees and into Miguel's prep room to see him tying his shoes. “Hey,” Miguel looks up. “Hey.”

“Are you excited?” He moves to sit by the boxer, shimmying up against his shoulder.

“Haven’t really been excited for one of these in a while.” Miguel breathes.

“Well, one step closer to retirement!” Hobie bounces out of his seat. He turns to face his friend, putting a hand on his shoulder. “You’re gonna do great, you big fuckin’ bear of a man.” He ruffle’s Miguel’s hair.

Miguel gives a half-ass hum in response.

“Well then, I’ll be out there, mate, cheerin’ you on.” He puts his hands in his vest pockets and walks out the room.

As he reaches the empty doorframe, Miguel speaks up. “Thank you, Hobie.”

“Anything for you, mate.” Hobie nods and goes to join the audience. Miguel fastens his gloves and puts on his robe. He warms up waiting for his coach.

“Ready, O’Hara?”

Miguel turns around. “Always ready for a fight.” He clenches his jaw. Walking down that hallway, the festive colors lighting up his path and the music blaring, he does his little bit, the movements molded into muscle memory.

This is it. This is his last year fighting. If he gets world champ again, he’s free.

Soon, he gets to fight his last fight. And dammit, the world championship will be his last match. Then, he’s never gonna have to come back.

He weaves under the ropes, entering the ring. Sitting on the stool, he shrugs off the robe and lets Carlos put the mouthguard in.

“You are going to show this guy exactly why people call you el oso!” Miguel beats his gloves together and nods. He might not like his job right now, but he really wants to hit something and goddammit if his opponent doesn’t look so beatable right now.

Coach Carlos steps out of the way, and Miguel stands to walk to the ref as he calls for him to center.

“We went over the rules in the dressing room.” Right before Hobie got here. “I want to remind you to protect yourself at all times, and obey my commands.” Ring the damn bell already. “God bless you both,” I don’t need it but this kid might. “Touch up,” here we go. He touches gloves with his newbie opponent and each goes back to their respective corners.

Miguel takes an orthodox stance.

The bell rings.

Miguel lands the first punch. He also lands the last.

[bucky-barnes-diaries]

That Walk

Pairing || TFATWS!Bucky x Female!Reader

Summary || That walk. That goddamn walk of his that’s laced with [s]ex and confidence. Fuck, you can’t get enough of it.

Word Count || 524

Contents & Warnings || Smut, Fluff — [N]SFW, 18+ Only, Minors DNI, [e]xplicit content/language, [h]orny thoughts, alluding to [s]exual activities.

Authors Note || My submission for the One-Word Drabble @the-slumberparty My word is “walk”. A little bit of a different style of fic than I usually do, but I enjoyed it! Apologies for no readmore function on this. The gifs above just screws up the text below.

TFATWS!Bucky Masterlist

You and your boyfriend Bucky planned to meet up in the park today for some coffee, cakes, and adventure.

You were waiting for him on a bench amongst the busy crowd—wearing a summer dress. The sun [k]issed your exposed [s]kin—making you feel warm and relaxed.

That was until you spotted him—and that relaxed exposure turned into need and fantasies.

Oh. My God! That walk. That goddamn walk of his.

The way he walked was Godlike. The kind that had [p]anties and [u]nderwear drop within a mile radius.

Your heart started racing, your mouth [s]alivating, and your [s]kin ignited in delicious tingles as you examined all of him.

Power, confidence, and [d]ominance were evident in his posture, in his every stride, as he walked, trying to locate you.

His arms swung back and forth with each step he took—so much ease in them. His fists balled up at his sides.

His [c]hest was puffed out, and his shoulders were broad as he swayed with each move he took.

His groin tightened against his jeans with each foot he took forward—no secret that he was absolutely packing in those pants.

His mouth remained in a thin line. His eyes narrowed as he searched around for you. His expression made him look rugged and [h]ard—so [s]exy beyond belief.

You had to stifle a whimper as you felt the ache and need in your [p]ussy—[t]hrobbing, [b]egging, yearning for his riveting [t]ouch—[t]ongue, fingers, and [c]ock.

If people weren’t around, you would have snaked your hand into your [p]anties and played with yourself.

As soon as he spotted you, the contrast between his demeanor before and now was massive. The man that previously exuded [s]ex and [s]in turned into a boy seeing his crush for the first time—mannerisms softening, and his face beamed bright with love and joy.

“Hi, doll!” He cheered.

As he walked over, you got up to your feet, [l]egs unsteady as you were still spellbound by his magic.

He hummed as he towered over you and cupped your cheek, leaning down to [k]iss the other before pressing a captivating one to your [l]ips. He lingered there for a moment, making you dizzier, before pulling away.

Your face was stunned—[l]ips slightly parted, and eyebrows shot up. And he noticed, furrowing his eyebrows.

“What is it, doll?”

“I-I… yo-your walk.”

“My what?”

“Your walk… fuck, it’s so [s]exy,” you breathe out.

“Is that so?”

His previous hold on you—soft and endearing—turned into a [r]ousing and demanding one. He palmed your [a]ss and pulled your flush into his broad [t]orso, ignoring the [d]irty looks from the strangers.

He leaned his head down, brushing his [l]ips against your ear. His warm breath fanned the sensitive [s]kin of your neck, making goosebumps erupt all over you. You purred in approval of his intoxicating [t]ouch.

“Fuck this date then,” he hummed, making you shiver, “let’s go home, and I’ll walk for you like that there, [n]aked.”

Oh God…

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[wordy-little-witch]

Ghost!Roger Au is so good, I wonder if other ghosts have decided to talk with Perona as well? Will Rouge also give a shovel talk too?

If Luffy and his crew comes over, will Ace come out and start talking about Luffy in his classic fashion? So many ideas could happen

YEAH

Perona absolutely talks to many spirits, some kinder than others, and when she learns Buggy can see and talk to them easily, she is absolutely vibrating beyond the physical plane.

Rouge absolutely gives her own shovel talks. Somehow hers is scarier that Roger's. Perona wants to be like granny Rouge one day.

I genuinely believe Perona got Zoro to do a board session with her over the two years, so he knows she has it and can talk to spirits ((and they send letters bc they're siblings send tweet)), so when they all meet up, Buggy is trying - in vain - to escape a rubbery tangled death trap that is supposed to be a hug, and Zoro is staring his not-dad and not-sister with the protective fury of a thousand suns.

It only gets complicated when, between one moment and the next Buggy goes stock still. Perona tilts her head with a hum. The clown just falls over and Luffy is giggling his head off while Mihawk and Crocodile straighten up. The strawhats are watching on warily.

Buggy, still smothered, just goes "Pero-chan, be a dear and pull our your board please. Grandpa is being annoying again."

"Okay mama Bug!"

She proceeds to lay out a comically large board, sets a piece of wood down and nobody even touches the planchet before it's zooming across the board

L-U-F-F-Y-L-U-F-F-Y-L-U-F-F-Y-L-U-

"YEAH WE GET IT, GET ON WITH IT!!!"

H-I

"Oh my gods"

It's a hot mess honestly and many people are Suspicious of Foul Play, especially because Ace is such a sore spot for Luffy even now, but Lu's smarter than he lets on. He asks for proof that Ace is there.

S-H-I-T-T-Y-G-R-A-M-P-S-K-I-L-L-E-D-K-E-V-I-N

Luffy bursts into tears. The crews are about to explode. Buggy's still being used as a stuffed animal by a teenage boy.

Luffy babbles about how it IS Ace and yeah Gramps DID kill Kevin and how is this happening and he's sorry and-

C-R-Y-B-A-B-Y

"You jerk!!!"

Roger and Rouge get to formally meet Luffy then, and Ace introduces Roger as his 'not as shitty old man', which is high praise.

Hours later, Luffy rests his head against Buggy's shoulder and asks how he knew to ask Pinkie for the board.

"My Haki's not built like everyone else," he says haltingly. "I see.... stuff that isn't really supposed to be seen."

"Magic eyes?"

"Basically."

"Cool.... does.... does Shanks know?"

"About the magic eyes or about Roger?"

"Yeah"

"Then yeah. He does. Old Fucker haunts us both"

"Huh...."

There's silence for a bit.

Buggy's not sure why he wants to break it, why he wants to say anything. He still does

"Firefist spends a lot of time away from here. He checks on his crewmates, he's said. But he checks on you, too. Came back one time raving mad about some 'blond twink ass' having the audacity to be alive, for some reason. But he watches over you the most, I think."

"Shishishi... yeah. Sabo died when we were kids. But he didn't die! Just got amnesia. He's better now."

"Sabo?"

"Blond twink"

"Ah. Well. Kid, your life is a fucking drama."

"Yep! It's fun, huh? Thanks, uncle Buggy"

"Don't call me that"

"I'm gonna do it anyway."

"Ugh..."

Roger and Rouge are watching on warmly. ((Ace would be too if he wasn't currently playing with the bonfire and making Chopper laugh))

[honeyydrunk]

niragi suguru a-z don't judge me for this sakurada dori was hawt as hell in that role

a: aftercare oh be SO real rn. 🧍

b: body bro has 3 good qualities and his body is one of them. but aside from everything let's talk about the main attraction, that damn mf absolutely ridiculously crazy tongue piercing of his. man i wanted to JUMP through the screen for that. it had me blushing and shi

c: cum hm. well he just nuts all up in your guts. consequences are not something he's thought about. but this is the borderlands what's going to happen be fr. you'll probably die before anything bad occurs from the raw nut.

d: dirty secrets  he has no secrets and everything about him is dirty.

e: experience before the borderland? nothing now? everything

f: favourite position it's a tie between you tied up and like 'at his mercy' or whatever that means, and you riding him. actually he likes anything. bros a freak. a high stamina constantly horny ahh freak.

g: goofy that all depends on if you consider him insulting you 'goofy'. it also depends on whether you considered him goofy in the show, because that's exactly how he is in bed. ngl i thought he was kinda goofy, so this one is all up to personal interpretation.

h: hair untamed and unruly bush of hair. (before the borderlands he actually did trim it)

i: intimacy  do you consider him eating you out with a tongue piercing intimate? because BE FOR REAL 🧍

j: jacking off why jack off when he can just fuck you.

k: kinks everything (sort of) licking, biting, cnc, hair pulling, just plain raw animalistic fucking going at it like crazy people. how can i explain extreme desperation and looking like you're attacking each other during sex as a kink?

l: location anywhere everywhere. though he prefers semi public sex as a way of kind of getting adrenaline and showing off. surprisingly, he wouldn't fully fuck you publicly, but totally kissing fingering cockwarming, that kind of stuff in like broad daylight. funnily enough, he doesn't actually like fully private sex anything. it feels too intimate and we can't have that.

m: motivation  everything. if he sees you, he'll try and pull you to a hallway. bros ALWAYS motivated.

n: no no no  him bottoming is an absolute no for him. he will not put himself at the liberty of another person. that or you trying anything he didn't ask you to. basically he wants to feel power, so anything that doesn't give him that feeling is a no.

o: oral oh he loves oral. you crying on his dick is like crazy hot to him. and you'll love oral too LIKE ngl i want that tongue piercing in me or whatever like my imagination is getting so crazy i can actually visualise him eating me out like lowkey can even feel it.

p: pace fast fast fast crazy fast extremely fast no breath no breaks no air constantly going at it you need ridiculous stamina for this crazy attacking sex

q: quick fucks one of his favourite games is you fucking during the games. that's a real time limit isn't it. i just thought of something HORRID ngl. imagine he makes you wait until your visa ends you're outside the game arena and bro says make me cum before the game registration ends or uh you'll die.

r: risk take a wild guess. what do you think? this is niragi suguru. be for real. what do you THINK.

s: stamina crazy high. hope you were one of those cardio pilates people before borderlanding otherwise you might be fainting on him. (actually i think bros realistically isn't high at all i just want it to be)

t: toys bro we're in the borderlands tf is there  (i consider that tongue piercing of his a toy)

u: unfair unfair boy oh god he's horrible. this is NIRAGI. brother isn't going to be sunshine and rainbows he is going to be in it for himself and him only. sorry babygirls he is going to be the most unfair person in bed you'll ever be with

v: volume surprisingly very normal in volume.

w: wild card he IS wild. what else is there? (he likes you wanting him and taking him, but this is only in VERY specific moods. otherwise he'll just kill you for being an annoying slut or whatever)

x ray: slightly above average in length, massive in width.

y: yearning  all the time.

z: zzzzzzzz he never sleeps with someone else in the room. and when he sleeps, it's holding a loaded automatic.

if he gets bored, you're annoying, or he realises he's falling for you, you're getting shot with that mf rifle of his. sorry 😔 for that guys. can't win in this society. i'm praying you live fr because now you got not only the borderlands that is a death wish (i wanna kiss him so bad when he got his face burnt off bros hotter like that. that's not a pun btw)

[keouil]

we are each our own culture alive

it takes a village to convince oikawa to do a bake sale with shiratorizawa. 5k. seijoh/shiratorizawa. fluff. also on ao3.

“Absolutely not.”

Iwaizumi groans. “I’m not even done—”

“Nope! No! Negative!” Oikawa shakes his head woefully from side to side, stubbornly crossing his arms over his chest. “Absolutely not and under no circumstances and over my dead body and—”

“Oi Shittykawa,” Iwaizumi cuts him off harshly. “At least let me finish first, will you?”

“What is there to finish, Iwa-chan?” Oikawa blinks at him innocently. “Captain meeting adjourned! Morning practice commence!”

Except no one moves from their spot.

They all stay rooted in a circle around Oikawa and Iwaizumi, watching their two captains verbally spar for the past hour. Mattsun and Makki both looked three lifetimes done with it. The second years just look amused. The first years look like they’d rather bury themselves into a hole than be caught in their tug of war, fully knowing Iwaizumi is the logical, practical, safe choice if and when it comes to a divorce; but that Oikawa would also likely blow up the entire school if he knew his first years had favourites that wasn’t him.

He often liked wielding them against Iwaizumi sometimes, also knowing full well how particular Iwaizumi got in treating the first years with as much patience and delicacy as possible. 

Case in point:

“Kindaichi-chan,” Oikawa calls out suddenly, gesturing for the nervous first-year who’d so far been looking back and forth between them looking torn. “I think our Iwa-chan here woke up on the wrong side of the bed and lost all his basic comprehension skills. A pity, but what can we do. Can you read aloud the text I sent the team group chat before practice?”

Kindaichi looks like he’d rather shove rocks into his mouth. He glances around nervously for an out, making pleading eyes at Kunimi next to him who has damned him all to hell by finding the floor so damn interesting all of a sudden, until his gaze finally lands on—thank God—one of his other senpais. 

“M-makki-s-senpai—”

Oikawa is quick to end his lifeline with a too maniacal grin. “Oh, no, Kindaichi-chan!” he tsks, blocking his view, the hand on his shoulder gripping him a little too tight for comfort. “They can’t save you now. No one can. Isn’t that right, Makki? Mattsun?”

“Leave the kid alone, Oikawa,” sighs Mattsun heavily, far too like a middle-aged corporate slave than someone in their last year of highschool.

“How about you leave all of us out of this marriage spat you guys are having,” Makki levels Oikawa and Iwaizumi a scathing look. “Some of us just want to play volleyball for God’s sake.”

Oikawa ignores all of them. He just smiles at Kindaichi expectantly, gesturing at his phone, waiting.

The third years groan some more.

Kindaichi clears his throat once, twice.

“T-to my lovely S-seijoh,” he starts shakily. “A t-treason has been reported in A-aoba Johsai. I-I repeat: a treason has been r-reported—”

“Oh for fuck’s sake,” Iwaizumi swears under his breath.

“Be quiet, Iwa-chan!” Oikawa hisses at him. “Don’t silence the boy!”

Kindaichi darts his eyes back and forth between them for a moment before continuing, still shaky.

“I-I’ve just been informed t-that our once honorable and e-exemplary team now h-has a traitor in our m-midst. W-who, y–you might ask? Well, c-color your captain shocked, i-it’s none other than our p-precious Iwa-chan himself!” 

Kindaichi tries reading it with the same kind of villanistic enthusiasm he thinks Oikawa wanted to project, but instead it just comes across quite pitiful and floundery. Half the team can’t even look at him properly, Yahaba shaking his head dejectedly. 

“Y-Your dependable vice-captain, a good shoulder to cry on f-for when Yuda gets into a-another one of his regularly scheduled m-mental breakdowns a-and a reliable senpai for when K-kunimi inevitably fails another exam by sleeping right through it, i-is disappointingly, b-but unsurprisingly not as upstanding as we all thought he w-was.”

Kindaichi glances around the room nervously. Passive faces, bored faces, amused faces; and ever consistent, the same saccharine smile from Oikawa and the same leering expression from Iwaizumi. Clearing the lump in his throat, he continues in a clearer voice. 

“And I know, I know; everyone’s curious, you all have your questions. How can the great Iwa-chan who has known Oikawa-senpai all his life from basically the sandbox betray his trust so easily just like that? What ever could have happened?” this Kindaichi says with a dramatic infliction, earning him a thumbs up from Oikawa and a look of what could only be described as pure disgust from Kunimi. 

“Well, my lovely and adorable kouhai and Yuda, I’ll tell you what happened,” he continues. “The day your lovely captain had a physical exam scheduled and was absent for the day, someone from an affluent but assuredly fraudulent good-for-nothing-but-raising-horses school representative approached our coach for a potential collaboration. Coach Mizoguchi, obviously bearing no consideration and regard for me whatsoever since I accidentally spiked that ball into his face a few months ago, signed off on this potential collaboration and urged said representative to also get the captain to sign. Do you see where I’m going with this, my lovely Seijoh? Do you see the picture I’m trying to lay out for you all?”

Iwaizumi makes a noise of contempt. Kindaichi hears someone threatening him to shut his mouth, probably Oikawa, probably Makki, probably both.

“While your captain was out there being poked to death, your vice-captain just signed us off on a day of forced co-habitation with the very same people who have prevented us from going farther than we ever should. He has so liberally and without remorse, signed us all off to our deaths so now we’re not just forced to mingle with the thieves of our glory, but also pretend any of us have even the slightest idea on what the difference between a pastry brush and a paintbrush is. And so when you’re knee-deep in mixing sticky dough as we inevitably sweat to our deaths in the Tokyo heat like subway rats, I urge you all to remember, my lovely Seijoh: that it was your vice-captain that put us all there in the first place.”

Kindaichi finishes, breathless and a little ran through. Yahaba passes him a bottle of water, expertly maneuvering him away from the Oikawa-Iwaizumi Region of Marital Spat and safely tucked him behind Kyotani and some of the other second years.

Iwaizumi doesn’t even bat an eye at all this. “You done now?”

Oikawa huffs, repugnant and even more annoyed at the desired effect not reaching its target audience. “Tch.”

Mattsun is the one who pieces things together from the Shakespearean monologue, and once he does, looks unbelievingly at Iwaizumi. 

“A goddamn bake sale,” he deadpans. “We’re doing a goddamn bake sale with Shiratorizawa?”

Iwaizumi nods. “Just until we reach our goal for next year.”

“If the coaches already agreed to this,” Makki furrows his brows, glaring at Oikawa. “What are you still yapping about?”

Oikawa has his mouth open to retort and cry crocodile tears again, but Iwaizumi beats him to it. “Shiratorizawa offered us a ride on their bus.”

“Okay,” Kyotani nods along with the rest. “And what’s the issue with that?”

“The issue with that, Mad Dog-chan,” Oikawa almost hisses at him, unused to being silenced. “Is that not only do we have a perfectly serviceable bus available to us at any time here in Aoba Johsai, but that by riding in Shiratorizawa’s bus, it also means riding with Shiratorizawa.”

A beat of silence.

“I still don’t see what the issue is,” Kyotani presses.

“The issue is that Ushikawa is a soul-stealing, youth-ending, glory-thieving, absolute behemoth of a man! He’ll crush our spirits before we even get to Tokyo!” Oikawa insists, almost yelling. 

Makki picks up his phone. “Yes, hello, Shakespeare?” he says. “Your lead actor has been isekai-ed as Japanese.”

Oikawa doesn’t relent. “He probably doesn’t even know the first thing about baking!”

Iwaizumi scoffs. “And you do?”

“No, but you do, Iwa-chan,” Oikawa quips back easily, waving him off. “And we’re basically a package deal so remember to do good in representing us both. Yahaba and Kyotani can cook, too.”

“Ushijima was the one who extended the offer to ride with them,” Iwaizumi reminds him. “He didn’t have to but he did. He really doesn’t sound that bad.”

“To you,” Oikawa mumbles, looking away and huffing and pouting. “He’s not the president of the Oikawa Toru Is Not A Genius Fanclub for no reason…”

“We’ve debunked that like three times already,” Mattsun runs a frustrated hand through his hair. “That’s not and never was a thing. It’s all in your head.”

“It’ll be fine,” Iwaizumi assures him, clamping a hand on Oikawa’s shoulder. “If either of you end up killing each other, then that just means none of us are going to Nationals.”

-

The bus ride to Tokyo, however, is decidedly not fine.

As soon as the Shiratorizawa VBC bus sign came to view—Oikawa made Kindaichi stand by the entrance to wait in the sweltering Sendai heat, much to Iwaizumi’s annoyance—most of the Seijoh members’ anticipation had died down into a pale imitation of casual resignedness. The idea of sitting in an air-conditioned bus for eight hours was far more enticing than backing up their captain’s one-sided dispute with a rival team that is, for the most part, self-inflicted and unrequited. Most of them were cordial with the Shiratorizawa members, maybe even friendly.

Most of them except, of course, Oikawa.

“Oikawa,” Ushijima began as soon as they stepped on the bus, standing up from his seat to greet him. “Thank you for—”

“Hear something, Iwa-chan?” Oikawa looks around dramatically, feigning ignorance and very pointedly looking anywhere but the man literally standing before him. “Sounds like loser to me!”

Iwaizumi ignores him and tells Ushijima as much, “Just ignore him.” He glances around apologetically at the rest of the Shiratorizawa team as they make their way along the aisle. “He gets cranky when he doesn’t get enough sleep.”

“Oh,” Ushijima says, slightly frowning. “I am sorry to hear that. Adequate sleep and nutrition is important for athletes. I hope you get enough rest on this trip.”

Oikawa looks positively affronted at the words coming out of his mouth. But of course, he’s never going to acknowledge that, and so Iwaizumi does instead. 

“Thank you, Ushijima-san,” he says genuinely. “We’ll try not to make too much noise.”

Tendou, beside Ushijima, waves him off easily. “No worries, no worries,” he beams. “We don’t have a lot of first years for Goshiki to play around with, and truth be told, I think he needs to socialize with more people his age.”

Oikawa and Iwaizumi trace his line of vision to a few rows behind them. Goshiki was busy gesturing animatedly at something on his phone to Kunimi who was looking on in interest, Kindaichi enthusiastically nodding along to whatever’s on screen.  

Oikawa looks torn between softening that his first years are finally interacting with people outside their anti-social two-man bubble, and horrified that it just had to be with someone from Shiratorizawa. 

Instead he settles for a cough, still decidedly looking at anyone but Ushijima who looked uncharacteristically less intense looking back at their first years. 

“Well,” Oikawa raises his chin stubbornly. “I guess Goshiki-chan is the lesser evil of you guys.”

Iwaizumi smacks him over the head. “Don’t say that!”

“What?” Oikawa hisses back at him, rubbing the back of his neck. “It’s true!”

“That’s not the point—”

Tendou raises a hand to stop them both. “It’s okay,” he says, voice still lilting and the smile in his eyes still present. “It’s true. Goshiki is the best of us. Even our ace here agrees. Right, Wakatoshi-kun?”

Ushijima, much to Oikawa’s utter shock, does exactly that. Nod his head along. Without a hint of malice or sarcasm or holier-than-thou attitude. 

Ushijima actually acknowledging himself to be inferior and responding to basic social cues? Oikawa notes all of this in alarm, this realization only leading up to one thing in his one track mind: The world is ending.

“Iwa-chan,” Oikawa hisses under his breath, yanking him forward. “They’re plotting something. Grab the first years. We still have time. We can take the bloody shinkansen to Tokyo if we have to—”

“Oh good lord,” Iwaizumi just sighs, dragging him with him instead to the last few seats at the back and forcing him down on it. “Just shut up and get some sleep, Shittykawa. You will not be the cause of terror for anyone on this 8-hour road trip.”

-

“What do you guys think about a boyfriend rental service?”

“A what?” Semi shrieks, wrist-deep in cookie dough batter. 

Ohira slaps a face mask on him before flicking his forehead. “Safety first, you idiot!” he scolds. “Don’t get spit all over the dough!”

They’re in one of the community center’s various kitchens, baking and molding and kneading and cooking. Several of the members have been assigned different tasks, all of them scattered around the area like worker bees flocking from one table to another. Yahaba and Watari look skeptically into the bowl Semi was in charge of, none of them brave enough to point out that the lumps were still lumping after half an hour of Semi’s amateur and lazy kneading. 

Tendou takes pity on them and shoves Semi out of the way. “Sorry, what was that?” he turns to Goshiki. “A what service?”

“A boyfriend rental service,” Goshiki explains, using the back of his hand to wipe away the flour on his forehead. “I overheard some girls in my class talking about it at lunch the other day. It’s supposed to be an easy way to get cash as fast as possible, like those maid cafes popular here in Tokyo.”

“What do you know about maid cafes?” Soekawa asks at the same time Mattsun clicks his tongue disappointingly, “You guys let your first year watch too much anime.”

Goshiki blinks. “I—” he doesn’t even know where to start, who to address first. “I—”

“I think it’s a great idea!” Tendou pipes up, holding a bowl steady as Yahaba sifts through flour. “Tokyo has a good market for this too! We can do a buy-ten-get-a-free-date package deal! Or do an auction on who can pay the highest for one!”

Now it was Iwaizumi’s turn to get flustered. “Sorry, what's happening?” 

Semi considers this with a hand on his chin. “That’s actually not a bad idea,” he nods along, eyes lighting up. “One member each team then? Ours will have to be Wakataoshi, of course.”

“Of course,” parrots Ohira, and surprisingly, Mattsun. 

They all look towards Ushijima expectantly, leaning by one of the cabinets. He was still trying to level his breathing after carrying majority of the ingredients up five flights of stairs. He gives them a casual, one-shoulder shrug.

Good enough.

“Who are we pimping out, boss?” Kyotani slides an arm around Iwaizumi’s shoulder, overhearing the conversation and immediately dropping the stack of potatoes he was ordered to clean and pawning it off to Kindaichi. “I wouldn’t mind scoring a few dates myself,” he finishes, smirking.

Iwaizumi shoves his head away. “No minors,” he declares. “It will have to be Oikawa, then. He won’t mind.”

“That’s settled then?” Tendou peers around the room, murmurs of agreement and half-hearted efforts to volunteer themselves instead—namely Semi and Kyotani—all being harshly shut down by Ohira and Iwaizumi. Oikawa was somewhere by the front, reading off a recipe to Goshiki who was painstakingly following each step much to his amusement. “This is going to be good.”

“But, Tendou—” Ushijima turns to face him, frowning. “I’m—”

Tendou is quick to pat his back, smiling in that carefree way. “All good.”

Ushijima scans his face for a few seconds. “Okay.”

Iwaizumi, halfway through picking up a box of food coloring from the pantry, watches all of it unfold. 

-

“They’re making Tobio do what?”

Goshiki sputters a little, unused to the sudden attention. “Um—ah—” he begins, inching closer to Semi. “Hinata told me they’re planning to offer their first 30 customers a free picture with him. Or Kuroo. Still undecided.”

“But—” Oikawa frowns. “Tobio is like, what, twelve.”

“He’s sixteen, Oikawa, god,” Iwaizumi flushes, facepalming. “He is literally the same year as Kindaichi and Kunimi!”

“Who are also like twelve,” Oikawa gestures impatiently. “What's your point? They’re all children as far as I’m concerned.”

“Not to Kuroo,” Makki snorts in amusement, shifting the chairs around in the community hall. “That man puts snake oil salesmen to shame.”

“Their captain disapproves of this, right?” Oikawa turns to Iwaizumi, still frowning. “Sure his receives are shit and he’s basically raising the next generation of Satan worshippers, but he didn’t seem like the type to exploit his first years like that?”

Goshiki looks over at his phone again. “Hinata just texted me. Suga-san apparently put his foot down and, he quotes, There is absolutely no way in hell you are letting this child show a sliver of skin or so help me God, Kuroo, you will barely make it out alive when I’m done skinning yours.”

“Refreshing-kun?” Oikawa arches a brow, impressed. “Damn. Okay. At least someone in that team is using their head right.”

“I did not know you knew the Karasuno setter well,” Ushijima remarks offhandedly. “You appear concerned.”

Oikawa snaps out of it just like that. 

“I am not,” he insists, huffing as he storms his way back to the kitchen, ignoring all the amused looks from Seijoh and ordering Goshiki to follow him. “I don’t know that boy at all! I’ve never heard of a Kageyama Tobio in my life!”

Even Ushijima didn’t look convinced.

-

Tendou is, surprisingly, not the best at this.

“Iwa-kun~” Tendou coos, peering down at the glistening melon pans Iwaizumi just brought into the hall. “I didn’t know you were such a good cook!”

“Thanks, I think,” Iwaizumi places the tray on the table. “But no, I’m not a good cook. I’m just an only child who had 2 full-time working parents growing up.”

“Huh,” Tendou muses, strolling over to his side as they start gently transferring melon pans into containers. “What do you know? I’m an only child too.”

They were a few hours away from opening, just a few last minute touches left to iron out.

Oikawa and Ushijima were somewhere by the entrance, arguing about which strategy was best to entice as many auctioneers as possible. They will come either way, Ushijima argued. Easy for the Olympian to say! hissed Oikawa. Goshiki and Kindaichi were busy mopping the floor spotless, literally spotless, going so far as to get down on their knees to pick at every miniscule speckle of dirt that ultimately Ohira puts his foot down and drags them off the floor. Semi was decorating cupcakes with Kunimi, both of them amazingly adept at forming ribbon icings.

The rest of the team were existing in a surprisingly amicable fashion, none of them have so far threatened to kill the other over so much as breathing the wrong way.

With what Goshiki has been updating them from time to time about Karasuno and Nekoma’s bake sale the next building over, they were surprisingly off to a good—maybe even great—start.

Tendou gestures at one of the more deformed melon pans, from Iwaizumi’s earlier test batch with Shirabu that didn’t make the cut. “Do you mind?” he reaches for a napkin. “Goshiki’s about to get upset soon if he doesn’t get a treat around this time. Growing boys and their sweets.”

Iwaizumi gestures for him to go ahead. “My boys are the same,” he agrees. “Tobio once bought out an entire shelf of milk yoghurt and refused to share it with Kindaichi. We had to put them both on time-out for a week.”

Tendou raises a brow. “I thought that freak setter was in Karasuno?”

“He is, and Oikawa will never admit it,” Iwaizumi sighs. “But he basically taught the kid everything he knows. Next time you play against them, watch out for Kageyama and how he moves. He’s basically Oikawa’s protege.”

“Huh,” Tendou muses. “Well what do you know? Wakatoshi said the exact same thing.”

-

"Slowly, Makki! You're gonna gauge my eyes out!"

Makki makes a face. "Shut up! I'm not an expert in this!” he lines the eyeliner dangerously closer to his eye. “Aren't you the one with the sister?"

"There's only so many things I can do and am already doing," Oikawa drones on, bringing a small mirror up to his face and fixing his bangs for the nth time. Makki very nearly nicks him in the eye with all his constant shuffling about. 

"Just do it slowly,” Oikawa tells him. “And make sure to accentuate the wing. I hear cat eyes are all the rave nowadays, Goshiki-chan told me so."

Semi and Shirabu snap their heads at Goshiki, accusing.

“I did no such thing!” shrieks Goshiki, hiding behind Kindaichi, who had been holding up said vanity mirror for the past half hour his hands were starting to shake.

Semi shakes his head, shuffling his attention back to Oikawa and Makki perched on the makeshift vanity they set up in the kitchen. "Is that—" he gestures vaguely at the scene. "Do we also have to—"

"You think Ushijima-san is letting us put eyeliner on him willingly?" Shirabu shrieks.

“Does he even need it?” Semi asks. “He already looks intimidating enough.”

"Someone does need to coach him on what to say," Shirabu reminds them. "Or else he's just going to make a girl cry again."

Semi snaps his fingers. "Goshiki," he starts. "You're popular with girls, right?"

Goshiki wants to tell them that being able to hold a conversation with another human being that just so happens to be female and just so happens to not be related to volleyball is a very low bar for what constitutes as popular these days, but he so rarely had personal wins in a team as Spartan as his, and so takes the win whenever he can.

"I—" Goshiki steps out from Kindaichi’s shadow slowly, clearing his throat. "I-I get letters, yes." 

From family, Hinata, a middle school classmate he’s sure is only sucking up to him because of his close connection with Ushijima; but letters nonetheless. No one needs to know.

“Great,” Shirabu rounds on him, looking far too diabolical for his taste. “You get to be the one to school our captain on Social Etiquette 101 this time. And please don’t die before you do, we still need another ace for next year and Yunohama is still shit at receiving.”

-

They make their goal within the hour. Another half hour in, they’ve made it twice over.

Oikawa is only more than happy to be the center of such undivided attention, all the oohs and ahhs from nearly every corner of the gym aimed towards him just fueling his narcissism higher and higher.

Well. Nearly every corner.

“Ushijima-san!”

“Wow, an actual Olympian!”

“He’s even taller than I imagined! And that jaw!”

“Let’s get his autograph!”

Oikawa’s hold on the pen he was gripping was growing tighter and tighter, the smile on his face straining by the second. The girl waiting for his autograph was blissfully oblivious to his growing dissent.

“Makki,” Oikawa hisses under his breath, painstakingly writing out his autograph line by line. If the ink bled through the paper a little too much when he handed it over, the girl doesn’t notice and bounces happily away. “Blush. Give me more blush.”

Makki in turn is only too happy to assault his face with even more powdery, glittery, shiny things that by the end he looks more like a children’s doll given to a child that had a seriously disturbing and inaccurate image of what a doll should look like.

Iwaizumi eyes him knowingly.

“What?” Makki shrugs. “This is how my sister does it.”

“Your sister needs therapy,” Mattsun notes, peering closer into Oikawa’s face to look over his highlight. “Or Oikawa is just really, really ugly not even make-up can save him.”

Oikawa bats Makki’s hands away that were getting a little too pecky and not dabby. “Alright enough!” he hushes them. “Makki, I swear, if I look like that goddamn Annabelle doll your sister loves watching—”

“I,” Makki breathes out slowly, clutching the blush brush closer to his chest to resist the urge to poke someone’s eyes with it. “Am doing my best.”

“And how wonderfully you do it, Makki-kun!” strolls in Tendou all of a sudden, leaving behind a scent trail of freshly baked bread and apple pie. “Looking good, Oikawa-san!”

“Well that’s not good,” Oikawa remarks in alarm. “Not good at all. I’m not trusting the opinion of someone who dyes their hair red. Willingly.”

“He does rock the red,” Mattsun says offhandedly.

“That he does,” Makki readily agrees.

“Me now!” Oikawa cries out. “Attention on me! I’m the one in crisis!”

Yahaba sighs, already regretting having to ask, “How do you figure that?”

Oikawa looks at Kunimi. “Kunimi,” he says. “What’s the tally?” 

Kunimi rolls his eyes exasperatedly before bringing up a wad of paper, haphazard numbers scribbled in. “About ¥57,000 for you so far. Ushijima-san at ¥60,000.”

Oikawa gestures wildly, maniacally, unhingedly as if everyone was supposed to get it and be as infuriated as he was. Iwaizumi thinks he must’ve inhaled too much hair spray earlier and the fumes got to his head. Wouldn’t be the first time.

“See!?” Oikawa whines, voice rising an octave. “See what I mean?! We’re behind on our goal!”

“We’ve already made our goal, you glutton,” Makki pokes his head with the brush. “Twice over. You and Ushijima alone brought in enough money to last both teams a year.”

Oikawa doesn’t even care about that, and tells them as much, “I don’t care about all that,” he declares. “The goal is to beat Ushijima’s numbers. We’re getting that extra ¥3,000 yen or so help me God I’ll have all of you do suicide runs every day for a year.”

A number of groans are all he gets in response. 

None of it fazes Oikawa in the slightest.

“Am I at least prettier than Tobio?” Oikawa turns to face his team properly, hands on his hips. “Tell me honestly. I won’t be mad.”

Oikawa makes the mistake of looking at Iwaizumi first.

Iwaizumi makes the mistake of not hiding his grimace fast enough.

Oikawa gasps. “No,” he bemoans, whipping his head around to look for anything reflective. “No, no, no. Tell me I’m at least prettier than Tobio. Tell me that at least. Good grief, Kindaichi, bring the mirror.”

Kindaichi is jolted back into action, already making to sprint back to the community hall, before Mattsun and Makki plant a hand down each of his shoulders. 

“You look fine, you fool,” Makki rolls his eyes.

Kindaichi raises a hand hesitantly. “I-I think you look great, Oikawa-san!”

Mattsun promptly shoves it back down. “You also think his cooking is good,” he murmurs. “Nevermind all of us got food poisoning that one week he made us bentos.”

Iwaizumi hears another round of excited yelps in the distance and decides he’s had enough of this.

“Quit yapping,” Iwaizumi storms over to grab the back of Oikawa’s uniform forcefully, dragging them back to the activity area. A new group of girls were already making their way over to Ushijima. “You could wear a garbage bag over your head and these people will still think you’re the second coming of Christ with that K-pop hair. Now smile, pretty boy, we have Nationals to fund.”

-

The bus ride back to Sendai is surprisingly pleasant.

Iwaizumi expected, much like he does in matches, for the adrenaline that powered them through most of the day to die down as soon as everything blew over. For nearly 10 hours, they’ve been on their feet cooking and baking and entertaining and even sometimes acting as bodyguards for when some of the customers got a little too frisky with any of their captains. Goshiki and Kindaichi, in particular, took it upon themselves to trail after them like dogs with a bone. Ushijima looked used to it, while Oikawa in full knowledge Kindaichi was never going to let him out of his sight no matter what he did, begrudgingly let himself be followed. 

All of their efforts in totality paid off, and well, what a pay-off indeed.

“Nearly ¥280,000 in total,” Shirabu gushed at them while they were cleaning up, taking it upon himself to be their treasurer. “And that’s not counting private donations from today, too.”

Oikawa looked only to be too happy in that revelation, smiling confidently at the knowledge he was able to secure that measly ¥3,000 yen in the end.

“That is good to hear,” Ushijima said, his measured tone expressing absolutely nothing of the sort. “We all did good today.”

But it was enough for Shiratorizawa. They clung to that single piece of feedback like fishes out of water, grinning to themselves and clapping each other on the back. Tendou congratulated Ushijima for his patience in dealing with as much people as he did, and it’s only then they actually saw a ghost of a smile grace his face.

“It couldn’t have been easy for him,” Mattsun observed, stacking chairs on top of each other while the rest put away tables. “Ushijima-san strikes me as someone uncomfortable with too many people around.”

If he was, Iwaizumi thinks back on it, then Ushijima handled everything with as much grace as possible. Shiratorizawa seemed to function in full knowledge of this, too; if any one of them being miraculously present whenever huge crowds form around Ushijima was any indication. Tendou, in particular, was almost always within distance. 

Iwaizumi doesn’t think much of it until he finds himself seated next to him on the bus, Oikawa and Ushijima forced by the coaches to sit and strategize on how best to divide and spend their earnings. 

“So,” Iwaizumi says, looking over at Tendou munching on leftover meringue cookies. “What was that about earlier?”

Tendou pops another cookie in his mouth before replying. “What was what?”

“The boyfriend rental thing,” Iwaizumi snags a few cookies into his palm at Tendou’s offering. “Am I mistaken or did..” he pauses, choosing his words carefully. “Did Ushijima actually ask permission from you?”

Tendou huffs a little laugh, still sweet and light as saccharine. “Who knows?” he looks over at Ushijima a few rows in front of them, in deep and—thankfully—mild conversation with Oikawa. “He’s not the best at reading the room sometimes, so he always tends to ask way more questions than normal.”

“I see,” Iwaizumi hums. “But why’d he have to ask you about it?”

Tendou shrugs casually, before saying just as indifferently, “Probably because of the boyfriend thing.”

“What boyfriend thing?"

“As in, that we’re a boyfriend thing.”

“What do you mean you’re a boyfriend thing.”

“I mean, we’re boyfriend and boyfriend.”

Iwaizumi almost chokes on the cookie he was chewing, sputtering about messily. Tendou is quick to offer him a water bottle, gently patting his back after. 

“W-what—” Iwaizumi coughs once, twice. “Y-you mean you guys are—”

“In a relationship? Together? Boning?” Tendou supplies, amusement dancing in his eyes.

Iwaizumi nods unsurely, still trying to get his throat to settle.

Tendou thinks fondly on the question. “We don’t have a label,” he finally says. “Truthfully, I don’t think we love the same way other people do, or even think of romance the way you expect to see it play out in traditional relationships. I don’t mean straight or gay or anything like that… just, love, I guess. As a person. As consideration. As loyalty.”

At the confused expression on Iwaizumi’s face, Tendou explains further, gently.

“I’m waiting for him to figure it out, and granted I could be totally wrong,” he leans in, making also Iwaizumi lean in. “But I think Wakatoshi is aromantic. Maybe even asexual. Doesn’t matter to me either way. Love for me, I think, is knowing at the end of the day I’ll have someone accept me unconditionally.”

Iwaizumi feels tongue tied. 

He can’t think of a single thing to say, still letting the words flow over him and sink himself into the gravity of exactly what Tendou is telling him. At what he’s still trying to figure out himself.

“Thank you for telling me,” is what Iwaizumi settles on first, and most importantly, on. When he feels like the gears on his head working again, looks on earnestly at him, and says seriously and genuinely: “You guys look happy together.”

The smile Tendou gives him then is nothing short of breathtaking. “That we are,” he grins. “And isn’t that all matters in the end?”

There is a stripe of sunlight cutting through the bus, Iwaizumi notes, that lands softly at the side of Oikawa’s face and dousing it just golden. And as if Oikawa can feel him looking, like he always did, flickers his eyes just briefly so at him; and winks. 

“Yeah,” Iwaizumi says, breathless like the wind. “This is all that matters.”

[allthepeculiarthings]

(spoilers)

You know what Aegon's character at the end of the dance of the dragons is so goddamn tragic.

This is a man who has lost everything. I mean everything. Every single one of his siblings is dead, two of his children were murdered, the dragon he was so deeply bonded with died, both his grandfather and Criston Cole had been killed, AND he's lost his fucking legs.

At this point Aegon is a dead man walking, and he knows it. I mean he's in constant excruciating pain, and he can't walk so he has to be carried everywhere. He's only 24 for fucks sake.

All he has is the throne (that he didn't want in the first place) and his mother (who forced him onto it), and a daughter who's probably traumatised for life. He is absolutely drowning in his grief for everyone's he's lost.

From the very beginning, everyone around him knew Aegon was going to be a terrible king. Realistically, he didn't give a shit about anything to do with kingdom, and he most definitely didn't care about the smallfolk.

And now his useless council is telling him, as the king, to compromise with the incoming army that wants to kill him? As if he cares about making peace and salvaging the remainder of his kingdom?

And they're telling him to marry his daughter to Aegon the Younger?

Like m o t h e r f u c k e r s are you fr. He just fed this kids mother to his own dragon IN FRONT OF HIM.

His daughter, alongside his mother, is the last thing he has, and they want him to marry her off to the son of Rhaenyra and Daemon????

Like please remind me what the whole point of the war was?? And now, what, the council are proposing some shit about joining the two families together???? THE WHOLE POINT WAS THAT ONE OF THE FAMILIES HAD TO DIE FOR THE OTHER TO LIVE IT WAS FUCKING INEVITABLE!!!! At least fucking commit to it oh my god.

Aegon sacrificed so much for this damn throne -that he didn't give a shit about in the first place- and now the council is telling him to basically give up?? I don't think so.

So I get it. I understand why Aegon wanted the head of every man who opposed him. Because there is nothing else for him to want. What is the point of peace, when the war will never truly leave you anyway?

I think he made a choice when he was crowned king, and it was that he wasn't ever going to settle for half. It was either all or nothing - risk everything he had, or just give up.

Hell you can see the canonical change too. He went from not wanting to steal Rhaenyra's throne to wanting her and her entire family dead in the span of like three days.

In the end, Aegon did risk everything, but he lost it all, anyway.

I think that towards the end, his pendulum just swung to the other extreme. Instead of going all in, perhaps he decided that he was done with it all.

Maybe the pointlessness that got to him, maybe it was the pain, or the grief, or maybe it was a mix of them all. Who knows.

On the day he died, Aegon supposedly seemed "unusually fatigued" and he himself asked to be taken to the sept. Other characters even speculated that he sensed his death was near.

Most likely Aegon knew his wine was poisoned, and that he was dying, but didn't tell anyone because he just wanted it to be over.

tldr witnessing Aegon's arc on the series might just fucking kill me

[elisacaleisa]

Short fic based on the introduction video with Lasko and my personality swap AU! I didn't write nor draw for two weeks, so this is awkward BDBBDDB but yeah! ENJOY!

CW: Personality swap AU (Lasko has Damien's, Damien has Gavin's)

„O-out. Now.“

„Aw, come on! Don’t tell me you’re blu– ahah! Ow! Okay, okay, I’m out!“ the muffled laugh makes its way out when the door opens for your gaze to meet theirs. A cheeky smile dances around you to let you in. He leans in and says: „Be careful. Our dear counselor has a bit ruffled feathers if you catch my drift.“

„W-will you g-go already?“ warns the angry voice the flirt. With a shrug and a wink, he leaves.

„He is all yours, cutie.“

Whoever they were, they confused you. With a hum, you entered the office. A person with a ponytail and glasses sat at the desk, mumbling and scratching down on their paper. Their irritated frown and a louder slam on the desk, than he anticipated, made eye contact with you.

„Let’s get this over with,“ they sighs, massaging their temples. „Official introduction. Hello, my name is Lasko Moore. Welcome to the Dahlia's Academy for Magical Novicesa and the next four years to six years, I will be your guidance counselor. My job is to make your experience at D.A.M.N., ignore the acronyms, to make it as best as possible, especially your safety, enjoyment, health, et cetera.“ They were a fast talker, keeping their posture right at all times, maybe over-professional for their job. „Judging by your look, you must be a new student, right? Well, let me get your profile quickly and add key information.“

Today must not be their day, cause they already started quietly swearing, his password not being correct the first time, slow process, tense atmosphere what happened and… are those papers burnt?

„Alright. Name. Occupation. Official magic title.“ He was really intense. You answered all of his questions. Some of them might not be true, but he doesn’t need to really know, how your parents reacted to you having powers, right?

Instead, you asked him, if he was okay.

Lasko lifted his eyebrows and looked at you, as if you’ve lost your mind. He gets quiet, his shoulder stiff. „I’m alright. Very. Yes. Very alright, why do you ask?“

And you didn’t buy it.

He sighed, „O-okay, look. I-I-I need some c-coffee. Pre-Preferably, right now? R-right now. Oh god.“ What happened to his voice, you wondered. „I-I learned it, basically. I-it took me so f-f-fucking… freaking long too. And g-god, Damien can piss me off so much, holy shit.“

That must’ve been the person before you.

„H-he does everything to fluster me a-a-and he knows that I-I don’t like it, e-especially at work! L-like people can’t s-see me like that! I-I have to keep it cool all the time! And my patience… my patience is running k-kinda thin, because now h-he started b-b-burning my papers on fire! I-I know it was a-an accident, but it made me panic and I-I tried to save them and god now i-it smells here like a burnt toast. And I’m rambling to a student about another student. Fuck. I-I mean shit. I-I mean… god!“ Lasko sighed, his head now in his hands, taking a deep breath. „D-don't tell him all of this… please…“

Seeing how much he needs the coffee, you agreed.

This is gonna be a fun first year.

[sunnychuuya]

Sally face >:3

the cameras thar Addison installed have eyes on them on Larry's side mr Addison sus frrr /hj

me after looking up a tutorial and still being lost

How do I activate the runes on floor three raghhh

I DID KT

thank God for light bulbs existing I'm so much less scared rn

guys I don't like this ://

Sodas gonna be okay right ://

also where's uhhh I think her name is maple she's gone that's sus

HEYYY UHH SWITCHED TO LARRYS SIDE WHY ARE CHUG AND SODA ALL FADED

WAIT THAT MEANS THEIR NOT POSSED RIGHT ??

SO THEYLL BE FINE

RIGHT GYYS

oh 304 is just fucking gone on Larry's side

the mirror in Todd's bathroom where the red eyes demon appeared in chapter two is shattered

why dids Todd's parents toilet have the void

Why doesn't it let me access the full rooms I can't go into the bedrooms

I dislike that all kf the suspicious ppls houses r not able to be accessed (charley, packerton)

WHAT THE FUCK IS THE GOOP ITS POSSESION GOOP I KNOW IT

Nvm I gor into packertons place

Theres nothing here tho ??

What the florp

I got it to work at the last second bruh i suck at the guitar bits

Mm circles

all the mirrors are shattered actually

did Mrs Gibson die 💀

I'm pretending to understand what's happening

FUCK THE GUITAR BITS R SO HARS

I'm definitely missing stuff :/

-GUYS NO FUCKING WAY WAS I RIGHT ABOUT ADDISONCBEING SUS ??

Addison: a young boy stands at the threshold of oblivion

Unkoen green voice: MEXMERIZED BY THE ETERNAL ABYSS

-Ph what the fyck this is creepy

-UHHHHH

SO MR ADDISON IS SUS

"SO how long have you been like this"

*slowly slides away*

what the fuck

Litterally nothing could've prepared me for this

This reminds me of fullmetal alchemist bro

Goop

ADDISON IS THE POSSESSY DUDE I thought it was The red eyed demon is the red eyed demon possibly an extension?

Im

Having trouble processing this I seriously thought Mr Addison was not actually gonna be sus.

NO WHAT THE HELL

I HATE THIS GAME

DUDE I CAN BARELY DO THE FUCKING PILLAR THINGIES

FUCK SHIT BALLS ASS

I paused the game and forgot I was doing this lmao

THIS IS SI HARD

t h e r e s m o r e

Bruh I'm gonna larry

I did IT

hey guys wtf

MURDER EVERYONE IN THE APARTMENRS ??

OKAY BUT NOT SODA AND CHUG RIGJT CUZ THEY DONT HAVE THE POSSESY GOOP

"I don't think I can do this. Please don't make me do this terrence" guys what if I just delete the game

Omori core (white room with knife)

This isn't girlypop guys

"Goal: kill"

what if I'm crying

I HAVE TO KILL TODDS PAEENRS

I HAVE TO KILL MY DAD AND LISA

NO

Why do I feel so fuckijg guilty it's a video game

SAL NO CHUG AND SODA ARE INNOCENT THEY ARWNT POSSESED

The lack of music

Like complete silence except for footsteps

Makes this so much more painful

Killing soda is what opened the floodgates of tearss

"Youknow, I may not say this enough, but I'm proud of you, sal. You've come a long eay and I know it hasn't all been easy." Fuck. This hurts.

If Larry hadn't kms lsal would've had to kill him..

"I look at you now and I'm excited about the man you arebecoming. K think youve for a bright future ahead of yoj. I reallt do"

Haha funny joke I'm sobbing hea about to fucking kill you and then (prolly) get excuted. I hate this game.

Ih fuck not Todd

ASH I FUCKING WISH YOU WERE IN THOSE APARTMENTS YOU ARE THE FUCKING WORST I HATE YOJ

ENON DIED

FUCKING HELL

ThIS IS BECAUSE THE CULT RIGHT

TBATS A FAKE

SHIT

SHIT SHIT SHIT

FUCK

The music fading out

Fuck

ASH IDC UR STILL FUCKIJG WRONG

Wair no but I know her idea won't work bc like ik sal dies

Do NIT play memories and dreams rn

ASH NO SHUT THE FUCK UP- AHUT THE FUCK UP RIGHT NOWBTHIS IS YOUR FAULT, YOU HAD THREE YEARS YOU WAITED TILL THE LAST FUCKING SECOND

hey guys what the fuck

What the genuine fuck

Like okay I knew he died from before I started the game but

This still kinda hurts ngl

Fuck

Why couldn't they just like

Be happy

STOP ISBTHAT WHY I KEEP SEEING FANARTS WITH CLOCKS THAT SAY 6 33/18 33 ON CLOCKS YALL ARW DEVIOUS

Acheivment: suffer

Re you fuckin kidding me I mean I am suffering but God damn

Wait yea that's a good point wtf happened to Larry's body

Ash jm going to allow you go try to redeem herself but it's gonna be hard

NKO U HAVE TO PLAY AS HER :(

Travis is the cult member on the inside yea?

-"Oh gizmo is still alive, thats good at least!" [He hadn't left your room since the execution. It's like he knows] guys what the fuck

maple..

Pookies j do not remember the shed code

travis is still alive at least..

YALL I JUST REALIZED THE LIL PUZZLR BOX THING FROM THE TREE HOUSE A LONG TIME AGO ?? NEVER EXPLAIJED

great fucking job ash now Larry's gone bc of you too (actuslly I don't blame her for this one bc Larry wanted it yk)

girly just casually has a c4

Went into the temple

2nite wasn't great updates since I was just talkin eith the below user lmao

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