#WOOO THAT GOT SERIOUS RIGHT THERE

[avfrisk]

A long time ago, couldnt find it for the life of me now, i saw this one comic that talked about how, themselves... people always liked them at first for how strange they where, something like that, but as time went on and the novelty wore off, they began to just get infuriated with them... i now see that, in a way, i've seen this happen to me... albight a bit different. lets make this clear, i am VERY mentally unstable, i dont lie about that, i've accepted that. im not normal, im pretty much unable to think normally. but im good at the barebones 'holding myself together', now as some people would know im good at making people laugh, i tend to be quick witted when it comes to humour and can keep the laugh's going alive for a long time... but then, when we actually start getting close, they begin to chip away past me only being a memelord, which is what i appear to be to most people... they begin to see how unstable i am, my mental illness, i tell them about things, my schizophrenia, the different people in my head. they occasionally see these in action, and some people, dont understand. they drift away or they just keep hardassing me until it becomes bland and im back into just being a pseudo-memelord now that i've run dry. at first, they ask questions or whatever, or are apprehensibly understanding, but as these issues pop up over time, they start to see it as a chore. no one has outright said this, but im good at deconstructing how people think, it's a gift, MANY times i've figured out EXACTLY what people are going to say or how they're going to react, rarely am i ever truly surprised. sometimes i say im surprised just to keep it going, but uh... you dont need to hear all about that, point is i can tell it's starting to become just. not worth it to them. i talk to them, 'is there something wrong? do you want me to hide these parts of myself from you?' they say no, nothing is wrong, but i feel them become more exasperated whenever anything happens regarding everything about me... and so, i stop. i type out things, then dont send them. i type entire long message's about how im mentally feeling when someone asks how i am, i ignore them, im pretty sure the person this was with at will never see this but just earlier today i think, someone asked me if i needed a hug, i said, 'i think i just need a moment to talk to you about my mental illness's without being judged and with being believed.' they never responded to that message, going on as if i never seen it. i occasionally think to talk about what the other people in me are thinking, i hear head person 1 say something (they are named, im just not exactly public about it), i hear head person 2 swearing his head off like always. i think of telling the person about it just as a funny remark... but i dont. as of right now, from the many MANY people i've seen over the year's and talked to online and everything: 3. 3 is the amount of people i've met who have let me stay how i am talking to them. those who can actually accept me. those who can 'handle' me. and im not even sure if i've properly told one of them about me before... point is, for the sake of all those like me. dont do it. if you cant handle us, dont lie, if you know beforehand and cant handle it and are just, curious or something. dont... when i finally trust you enough to open up to you. dont pretend you can do it when you know you cant. because i'll know too. i'll know.

(also thank you those who CAN handle me, and have stuck with me, you're probably the reason why i bother trying to keep myself together in the first place rather then letting myself fall.)

[froggybells]

So What’s the Deal? 2

Sanemi x Fem!Reader

a/n: WOOO PART 2! ugh i love him he’s so cute my little baby i just want to smooch him. im trying to get better at daily updates, my bad 🥲

synop: training arc!

word count: 1.2k

Part 1 —> here

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“Good morning Shinazugawa! I see you’re training the slayers quite early today!” 

He turns his head at the sound of your voice, his heart doing a flip inside of his chest when he sees you. He hadn’t expected you to come this early to talk about the date. “Tch- you’re here early. I was just training these idiots. You can’t fight an upper rank id you can’t get up at 6 IN THE FUCKING MORNING!” He stands up straight, finally turning to look at you, taking in your appearance. 

���Let’s go inside! I’m sure everyone could use a break by now!” Turning to the other slayers, you decide to take charge. “Everyone! It’s time to take a break! Shinzugawa and I will be inside-” “Don’t fucking bother us unless someone is dead!” He snarls at the slayers.

”Hurry it up,” he says as you shove him inside “I don’t have all day to mess around with you.” You shut the door behind the two of you, giggling while you speak  .

”I thought you liked it when I boss you around?” You tease. “Of course I don’t, I can’t stand when you boss me around.” He says through gritted teeth, and a little too quickly. His eyes narrowed as he looked at you. 

“Then why do you always blush when I talk to you?” You learn forward, interested im his response. He flinches as you lean forward, the red on his face darkening as you get into his personal space. He growls, looking away from you and refusing to make eye contact out of embarrassment. “I-I’m not blushing! Who said I was blushing, you idiot?!” 

You place a hand on his cheek, smiling. “Your face is red as a beet! You’re so cute Sanemi!” He hisses when you place your hand on his cheek, though he is unable to resist the urge to lean into your touch. Damn, you’re making him all fluttery. “Shut up! I’m not cute, I’m fierce and intimidating!”

You can’t help but laugh. “Oh yes, Sanemi. So Fierce! That’s why you agreed to the date right? To prove how intimidating you are?” He scowls at your teasing tone, although he finds himself unable to say anything back, knowing you’re right. He agreed to the date because he was weak against your stubbornness- although he’ll never admit it himself. “S-Shut up!”

You smirk. “Wanna know a secret?” You lean in towards him. “I would love to kiss you right now.” His breath hitches as you lean close to his ear. He can feel the warmth of your breath against his skin, the closeness between you making his heart skip a beat. Dammit, hes unable to look you in the eye as his mind is flooded with the thought of your lips against his.

He swallows, trying to force the words out of his mouth.

“Then do it.”

Within an instant, your lips are on his, and you can feel a jolt of electricity go through your bodies, causing him to let out a low sigh as he kisses you back. His eyes flutter closed, completely entrapped in the moment. He’s never felt like this before- not even with any of the girl’s he had slept with over the years. 

He reaches a hand up to cup the back of your head, pulling you in closer as he deepens the kiss. 

“W-Wait!” You say as you pull away. The sudden absence of your lips against his leaves him feeling slightly dazed. “Before we go any further,” You say in between breaths, “Before we go any further, I want you to know that I don’t want this to be a fling! I want you to be mine, all mine.”

He takes a moment to recover, processing your words. He’s slightly taken aback by your confession, never thinking you would want him that way. “Fine. I’m yours, all yours, got it?” You quickly press a small peck to his cheek. “Are you being serious?”

”Of course I’m being serious, idiot.” He mutters, moving his hands to gently hold your hips, pulling you closer to him.

”Do you think the Master will be upset?” He looks down at you for a moment, considering your words. “It’s not forbidden…” You start, “But it is frowned upon.” Despite all the respect Sanemi has for his Master, he couldn’t help but feel this way. “We could keep it a secret?” He proposes. You stop for a second, thinking to yourself. His grip on your hips tighten as he pulls you flush against his body. 

“Nemi! We still have to be professional!” You giggle as he peppers kisses on your cheeks. “I don’t know how I can be professional around you, you’re too damn distracting!”

Your conversation was interrupted by a knock on the door. Sanemi groans in annoyance at the sound of the door, pulling away from you to shout at whoever is on the other side. “What?!”

“Sir! The yellow haired boy has escaped from where you tied him up!” A nervous voice said from the other side of the door. ‘Yellow haired boy?’ You thought. “TIED UP?!” You yelled, looking at Sanemi. “Why would you tie up a child?!”

”H-He was annoying! He cried too much!” Sanemi argued back. He groaned in annoyance. “I’ll be right back, let me go find this little shit.”

You follow along. “I don’t think you can be trusted with children…” You frown, following quickly behind him. 

-

“-ITS A MATTER OF LIFE AND DEATH! I’M GOING TO BE KILLED!” The yellow haired boy screamed. 

“Oi.” Sanemi said, reaching his hand out to grab the boy, revealing another one underneath. “Make your choice. Come back to practice or die.” He said coldly. 

You quickly go to remove his hand, swatting him away. 

“UWAHHHHH!!!! A PRINCESS! A PRINCESS HAS COME TO SAVE ME! TANJIRO!! ARE YOU SEEING THIS????!!!” You quickly drop the boy, rushing to Tanjiro’s side.

“Tanjiro! Long time no see! How are you? How’s your sister? You’re looking taller! Have you been eating enough?!” You said, pestering him with questions. Sanemi’s presence got darker. “Y/N. Don’t talk to him.”

You sigh. “Sanemi, hush. He took on an upper moon! I’m curious!” You say. “Actually, I heard your brother was there too!” 

“I don’t have a brother.” You groaned. “Ugh. Get over yourself. Of course you do.” You look to the sky, noticing the position of the sun. “Well, I’ve got to go! Tanjiro,” You say, getting close to his face. “Don’t let this bozo bully you! My Estate is close to here! Feel free to come and get me if he bothers you, ‘kay?” You swiftly make your leave, then hear a scream behind you.

‘Yellow haired boy.’ You thought.

[greynatomy]

regret

leah williamson x reader

actually finished writing something! wooo! the poll i put out was a close one, but this pair ultimately won. thanks to all who voted.

i’ve decided to split this into two parts, so this isn’t the end peoples!

part 2

———

“Alright. Remember, when we get there—”

“—pretend that we’re still happily married. I know.” You say annoyed, getting out of the car.

“Hey, don’t be like that!” Leah gets out of the car, catching up to you.

“Be like what? I’m not the one who got us in this situation.”

“Can we just be civil? This is the last time we’ll go through this.”

“Piss off will you! We wouldn’t have to act civil if you kept your mouth to yourself. And you had the audacity to file for divorce.”

Before Leah could reply, the front door opens to reveal Amanda, Leah’s Mom.

“Oh, I’ve missed you girls so much!”

Putting up a smile on your face, you engulfed the woman in a hug.

“Missed you too Amanda.”

“Come in! Come in!”

“Oi! David how’ve you been pops?”

“Oh, I’ve been wonderful! Glad to have you here!” He pulls you into a hug.

“There’s my favorite sister!” You hear behind you, Jacob just coming down the stairs from his room.

“Come here you! It’s been a while, huh?”

“It has! You gotta visit me more often.” You tense a bit, but not enough for him to notice in your embrace, putting up a smile on your face.

“I’ll try to visit more.”

What you don’t see behind you is Leah watching your interactions with her family.

You’ve known each other young. You’ve both been dating since you were fifteen, marrying at nineteen, divorced at twenty-one.

Her family’s have welcomed you with open arms since the beginning. You were her first serious relationship. The only one of her girlfriends that her family loved. You’ve had your whole life basically planned out, Leah would become a footballer, you a doctor, marriage, kids, the dream basically.

Leah didn’t know the exact reason why she did what she did, but it happened and she couldn’t take it back. She knew this teammate of hers has liked her for a while and never told her off.

She woke up to an unfamiliar bed, an arm around her that certainly wasn’t you. She regretted it the moment she woke up, didn’t know how to tell you, but you found out before she could. Ashamed of herself, Leah filed for divorce.

———

Leah didn’t know what she was thinking divorcing you. She didn’t have the right to be the one to file as she was the one who fucked up. It was impulsive and shameful. It was the best option she could think of at the time.

Now here she was, five years later, at the Emirates training grounds, about to run for the first time since her ACL injury. She missed you so much during this time. Every time she was injured in any way, you were always by her side nursing her back to health. You were her support system, making her fall more in love with you. This time, without you by her side, she realized how much she took you for granted, how she didn’t show you enough love, betraying you in the worst way possible.

She’d already signed the divorce papers, pressuring you to do the same all while making you go to her family’s for a dinner pretending that nothing has changed between the two of you. It was when she finally saw your signature on the papers was when she realized how she’s lost you for good.

———

Getting back home after a family walk, Amanda spots a stack of papers on the kitchen counter, a folded paper on top, along with two rings. Curious, she opens it up and quickly skims through them, shock fills her body after she finished reading.

“Leah!” She yells for her daughter.

“Yeah, mum?” Leah walks into the kitchen to see her mom holding something up.

“What the hell is this?”

Leah being clueless, grabs the sheet, reading it herself.

Leah,

I’ve finally signed everything you’ve been wanting me to sign. I don’t know why I’ve put it off for so long even if I’m not the one at fault. Guess it’s just hard to let go of the one you love the most.

Don’t contact me. Don’t look for me. You’re free.

Yn

Leah couldn’t even respond to her mother. All the emotions she bottled up came at her all at once, breaking down in front of her family. Six years of relationship, one year of marriage over.

[razorblade180]

Built to Break

Trigger warning: Torture and dark themes

Continuation of this<-

In life, it’s said all actions cause a reaction; consequences that could be seen while others remained elusive until the final moment. Mona never found herself to be an elusive figure, yet as she stared into the widened, cold gaze of her mother, Mona knew immediately that she had been as poised as her hidden dagger.

“Talk?” Her mother said with a dry venom. “The hell do we have to talk about? Untie me!”

“Wow. Not even gonna ask about dad? Then again, why would you? He couldn’t even bother to sober up

enough to see you choking on smoke. Or maybe he simply didn’t care?” Mona picked up her knife, causally spinning it. “Anyways, he’s dead now.”

“Did I ask?”

“No, but I doubt you understand how. You were never that fucking bright.”

“You killed him.” Her eyes narrowed. She did her best to move her arms but the ropes wouldn’t allow it. “Doesn’t take a genius to figure it out. You’ve always been an opportunistic rat.”

“Says the woman who whored out her own daughters. You’re only half right by the way. An opportunistic rat would’ve used the blaze to commit a crime like murder or abduction.”

“And what the hell would you call all of this?”

“Simple, it was planned. After all, I am the one who started the fire.”

Mona’s mother went stiff, her blood running cold as the girl flashed a horrific grin that found this situation marvelous. Mona finally stood up and began circling around the chair.

“That’s right. It was all me. Took awhile to get that much Dust but hey, it was worth the sight. Although I should’ve guessed dad would simply remain drunk off his own ass in that chair of his. It honestly looked like he wanted to go. I mean being with you is practically being de-”

Tuh!

A lob of spit hit Mona right in the face. Her eyes darted towards her mother who was now seething. Mona ran her left hand across where the spit landed then flicked it back at the sender.

“Rude. I’m talking.” She stopped right in front of the chair and squatted real low, her gaze fixated on the anger directed towards her. “You’re forgetting your own rule. I thought we were supposed to be accommodating to those holding the power?”

Without warning, Mona’s knife found a new home in the woman’s right thigh. Before she could even yell, Mona gripped her jaw like a vice and yanked her close enough to bite.

“Yell and I will drag the knife down and pop out your knee.” She pushed her mother away and stood back up. A strained chuckle left her throat as she shook herself off. “Wooo! Hehe, got a little real there for a second. Damn, still know how to get under my skin I guess.”

“Th-The hell do you want? The fuck is this all about!?” Her voice trembled as she held back the pain.

“Finally getting emotional are we? The stone cold bitch attitude was never for you anyway. Don’t get me wrong; you’re definitely cold and a bitch. The last thing you’ll ever be is stone though. No, you’ve always been brittle. Not to mention stupid. You can’t guess why I’m here? Are you serious? If we’re playing that game then fine, I can play. So then, mother, aren’t you going to ask me if my dear little sister survived the fire?”

“Oh you can not be serious?” Rage returned. “All this for Amber? Last time I checked, you didn’t give a rat's ass about her when you ran away! Now you wanna care?! FUCK Y-”

Another knife flew through the air and found a home in the woman’s left shoulder.

“Gah! Aaagh!”

Mona put her right leg on the chair and leaned forward, looking down on her mother’s writhing face. “You really have to learn to mind your tone.” She pushed it in deeper, letting her mother’s screams echo through the metal pillars until she was sure her knife hit bone. Mona yanked the blade in her mom’s leg out and took a few steps back again to watch.

Blood now stained burnt clothes covered in ash. The pathetic excuse for a person was coughing on her own spit as she gasped in the brief agony inflicted on her body, which only prolonged the pain.

Mona rolled her eyes. “Look at you, practically drooling. What, forget how to swallow? You sure as hell made certain I didn’t. How many personal lessons did you give Amber and I? They were always so much more brutal than the real deal. How you managed that, I’ll never know.”

“So it’s all about revenge?” Her lungs wheeze as she took a sharp breath before coughing again. “Gonna do everything I ever taught you eh?”

“Fuck no. If anybody wanted your body then maybe your hands wouldn’t have been busy on us and taking lien from your old clients in exchange for fresh blood. Must’ve been a dream come true. Vacuo’s most known whore was finally free, or maybe it pissed you off that after getting pregnant from a nobody, you became one too? One child robbed you off all your worth, and apparently your looks. Guess I was born a thief.”

“You are lucky to be born at all!”

“Am I though? Should I be grateful that I have your hair? Eyes that people can’t get enough of? You’d sell those too if it was worth the cost.”

“Oh cry me river.” She growled. “You’ve been away from me for years now and all you get up to is stealing and choosing when to choke on a dick for your own profit! Don’t act like you’re torn up about it.”

Mona spun the tip of her knife on her finger. “True enough I guess. Not like there were many options I could think of at…how old was I? Eh, as if it matters. I’d probably remember if you ever sent me to school, or taught me anything that didn’t involve submitting. All that money you made off of me and nothing to show for it. What was I saying again? Oh right, I was gutter trash who only knew two ways to make money well. No fucking shit I used it.”

“Then you understand exactly where I’m-”

“Ah, ah, ah. I’m still talking, and that sentence sounded dangerously close to hurting your good leg.”

Mona threw the knife right between both legs. She walked over and startled her mother, pulling the knife out in the process. “You know…if kids really caused you so much trouble in your life, I can help make sure you never have them again.”

The blade tore away a sliver of the burnt shirt around her abdomen. Panic fought its way into her brain as Mona’s cold eyes told her that wasn’t a joke.

“I’m waiting for an answer.” Mona said calmly.

“N-No.”

“No, what?”

Tears welled up. “No ma’am.”

“Heh, good girl. I guess you do remember how to act.” Mona brought the knife up to catch her mother’s tears. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you cry. It’s pretty ugly. Maybe that’s why those idiots didn’t care much when Amber wept.”

“Wh-What have you heard?”

“Nothing really. Just that you were strapped for money again so you did what you always do. As long as the price is high enough, anyone is an option. How much?”

“…I-”

“How much?”

“10,000 lien! They paid 10,000 lien!”

“That’s all it took for you to hand Amber to two huntsmen so inept they couldn’t even handle a starving teenager fending them off without killing her. I didn’t even bother asking them what set her off, or if she cried. Let’s be real, we both know she did.”

“You found them?”

“Did you think foreign huntsman could kill a girl and Ruby Rose wouldn’t be all over it. Now that’s a mother. Had those two in a cell immediately and the knees made the rounds, which I’m guessing is how you heard that 10,000 lien had cost you everything. You ask why I care? Amber was nothing like me and you knew that.

Mona got up and kicked the chair, shattering it with ease and causing her mother to fall down onto the cold, sandy and metal flooring. The chains restringing her to the chair were now useless, bot the set personally bounding her legs. Mona attached her wrists together and put the link on a hook while her mother groaned. Mona took back her second knife to inflict more pain before walking over to a metal beam with a button she pressed. The hook rose, dragging a body up with it until her toes grazed the ground.

“Agh! Please, enough! I get it! You’re pissed! I fucked up!”

“Your entire life is a fuck up, and I don’t remember saying I was pissed off. You’ve done so much to me that I think I’m full circle on it. After all, you did teach me one thing about myself you never intended.”

“I…I did?” She huffed, twitching as Mona got close again.

“Put people under enough stress, and you see what they’re made of; you can see how they break. I learned long ago I was made to be broken. To be put back together as needed and torn down if need be. That’s why I don’t mind how my life has shaped out to be. It’s why I cared to come after you. I don’t give up a fuck about you! Amber however, you broke her even before I even ran away and you knew it. She stopped speaking, thinking, being anything. Amber was basically a doll. How was I supposed to take her away with me? I had no shelter. Everyone knew who we belonged to! Mother fucker, I’VE ALWAYS CARED!” Mona hissed, her eyes stinging. “You made it impossible to leave with her! Like you said, I kept doing what you taught me cause I had nowhere to go, and Amber was never built to take that life! You took my sister and left behind the pieces. Now those don’t even exist anymore and I’m left falling apart again because maybe I should’ve ran off with her anyways?! Hehe haha! It’s so STUPID! You do everything wrong and yet I’m the one feeling like a fuck up? I can barely keep down my dinner.”

Mona’s head buzzed, causing her to hold it in discomfort. She really felt like she might vomit. Was it rage, or guilt? She didn’t know or care. She just knew what she always did. “This is such bullshit.”

Her mother had given up hope of trying to escape. All her cuts had been to cause pain and bleed, but even she could tell none of them were fatal. “O-Okay. Okay, I- I’m sorry. You made your point. Just turn me in already and I’ll confess to everything.” She pleaded.

Mona’s eyes looked at the woman with a burning indifference. “Even now, you barely pay attention. Do you think you’re getting out of this before breaking? I should at least give it my all. Just like you did for us.” She spun her knives. “Every place they left a mark, I’m going to put on you. Hold out until then.”

Panic came back with a single step forward. Tears mixed with ash, sweat, grime as her heart pounded. She practically jumped out of her skin as Mona held her face still.

“I’ll keep them shallow. Those hurt the worst.” Mona slid the blade across her right cheek, drawing blood. “I thought I told you crying made you ugly. For once, you are going to follow my instructions to the letter. Do you understand?”

“Y-Yes!” She sniffed, terrified of her own creation. “I’ll do whatever you say. Then-then I go, right?”

“Haha, as long as you listen then yes, I will let you go.” Mona took a step back and smiled, watching her mother smile back faintly. “Although…I don’t think I heard a ma’am after that, yes. Someone isn’t a good rule follower.”

And just like that, light faded from the woman’s eyes, matching her daughter’s. “N..No.” tears ran down in full force. “I-I’m sorry! I’M SORRY!” Mona got closer…

“And now you’re yelling and crying again. That’s three strikes already. Pfft, oh well. It’s like you told me once, some people only learn after the punishment. Try not to see dad too soon for me. Speaking of seeing…” Mona held her mother’s eyes open. “Might as well start here.”

“St-STOP! STAAAAAHHHHP!”

[shibazoid]

Legacy of Manwich {2.3} Divine Intervention

But yet, thou art my flesh, my blood, my daughter. Or rather, a disease that's in my flesh, which I must needs call mine.

Welcome back to the Legacy of Manwich, where I'm not tired of King Lear references yet. Last time, King Martin's twin daughters grew from filthy, malnourished infants into filthy, malnourished toddlers, and also Lillie is pregnant again. Yay! More kids to neglect!

King Martin: "And so because of the flashing purple madness, custom cars were deleted from the Downloads folder and your father will never own the bitchin sports car he deserves."

Yeah, this update comes on the tail end of me having to clean out my downloads folder for the first time. The only vehicles anyone's going to be allowed to drive are the ones you build yourself, because I don't see no dealership around this dump-ass town.

The custom food gets to stay, though. That looks tasty as fuck.

Lillie: "Remember that scene in Breaking Dawn where Bella makes the fried chicken when she's pregnant?"

Yeah, I guess?

Oh, right, another baby. It really is only one this time, I checked! No quads here, thank God.

Martin looks like he's ready to give birth himself. Lillie's attracted to fitness, so he'll have to shape up soon. I'm in no rush, because they bone enough as it is.

Shitty walls-down picture because I need to properly convey the fact that the girls absolutely beeline for the bedroom every time these two have sex. They'll be in the other room skilling or playing with toys and drop everything just to come watch. A bit creepy, if you ask me.

Regan: "WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT, THIS IS VERY EDUCATIONAL!"

Optimistic of you, game, that you think they'll get a birthday party. They're lucky if they get fed most of the time. (Also Lillie and Martin have literally no friends to invite lmfao)

I don't know how this even happened, since Martin rarely interacts with either twin.

Regan: "DAD'S TAKING ME INSIDE, GOOD LUCK WITH THE WOLVES BITCH!"

Goneril: "What? Huh?"

Tamiko: "This is the best day of my life."

Lillie would sacrifice her firstborn to join a wolf pack, guaranteed. Don't worry, Martin came back out and brought her to the nursery, where the girls will be safe!

God: "No, fuck this, this has gone on long enough, I'm smiting your shitty children."

AAAAAAHH NO NO NO NO WHAT THE FUCK!!!!!

Lillie: "DON'T WORRY I GOT THIS!!"

I'M SO GLAD SOMEONE AROUND HERE IS COMPETENT

OKAY MARTIN CAN YOU WAIT A FUCKING SECOND?

Pictured above: this fucking terrible legacy

The girls survived, miraculously, and aged into children. Between Lillie's painting and Martin's income, I was able to build them a new, nicer house and tear the old one down!

Regan: "WHERE'D MY FUCKING HOUSE GO?!"

Goneril: "Sigh... I'll miss that house."

The house you spontaneously combusted in? That house?

Despite Goneril's stupid face here, I think they're turning out super cute. They're both incredibly active and nice, but where Goneril is shy, neat, and playful, Regan is outgoing, sloppy, and serious. You'd never be able to tell they're both nice sims, because they sure don't act like it.

BABY TIME LET'S GO LET'S GO LET'S GO

Here's Cordelia! And I am hereby closing the baby factory, no more unprotected sex. I'm watching you sluts.

Goneril: "Wooo! More King Lear!"

Regan: "Dad if you ask us how much we love you when you're old, I'm not gonna hold back, you're fucking terrible."

King Martin: "That's fair, honestly."

Lillie: "Meet your daughter, hon!"

King Martin: "Wow, uh, cool. Super cool."

Huh? That's all? Where'd the baby go?

Lillie: "Beats me."

You too?

Cordelia: "Is this just kinda the norm around here, or...?"

Not really. Martin's paying attention to Regan and Goneril, that never happens.

King Martin: "EEEEEK CORDELIA'S GONNA READ MY DIARY!!!"

Cordelia was born less than an hour ago, Martin.

And so she stayed there for pretty much her whole infancy. :(

Regan: "Listen up, dad. This place sucks, and me and Goneril are gonna run away. Don't try and stop us."

Goneril: "Yeah, we mean it, dad."

King Martin: "lol okay bye!"

Regan: "ALRIGHT HERE WE GO WE'RE RUNNING AWAY! FOR REAL!"

Alright, girls, I'll see you in the next update. Have fun.

[littleredwing89]

FAMOUS [PART TWO]

Bodyguard!Jason Todd x Singer!Reader

Summary: “Look—Sionis hired me to keep an eye on you and make sure nothing happens. So whilst I’m here, we need to set some ground rules down”.

WARNINGS: Death threats mentioned. Language/swearing. Annoying friend dynamic.

A/N: So here is part two!! Wooo!! 💛💛 this is a little bit longer and starting to build a little between Jason & our beautiful reader - also, more annoying friend Roy 🤣. Please note, there isn’t a posting schedule for Famous (just with how busy my work is right now - so please bare with me - I am sorry!!) sending all my love & please enjoy the next chapter - Elle xoxo (also big thanks again to @offendedfishnoises for your help with this - much love as always)

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CONFLICT OF PRIVACY

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You watched Jason stomp from one room to the other through your usually very peaceful studio apartment, disrupting the very nature of your home. His presence set your nerves on edge, fraying the calmness to anxiety. You could feel a migraine starting to brew and you sighed loudly, rubbing your temples in languid circles. You prayed for strength in this troubled time, you couldn’t sack him before he’d even started...could you?

Jason came to a stop in front of you, his black combat boots crumpling mud and leaves into the pristine white tiles. His fringe flopped down into his sparkling eyes and heaved a deep sigh. He didn’t even know where to begin, the problems were endless. Nothing was safe. No. It all had to change, now.

“We’re going to have to install a lot of personal cameras in and around your home…and we’ll probably have to restrict mail and parcels coming into you too—it’ll all have to be vetted before it gets to you”.

Wait? What? Was he serious?! He was going to read everything before it got to you?!

“Woah!! Hold on a second there—just wait a damn minute! What about my privacy?!”.

Jason scoffed incredulously. Were you serious right now? Did you really have no idea of the kind of trouble you were in? Had Sionis really not told you?

“You are in serious danger”.

You scowled, resting a hand on your hip, “Maybe so but I don’t exactly want you rummaging through my things! My mail!! There—there—”, you swallowed a little nervously, fighting the blush rising to your cheeks, “—Could be personal items!!”.

“Like what?”, Jason glowered back.

He couldn’t be that stupid could he? You looked at him, eyebrows raised high on your forehead. He didn’t budge an inch, glaring hotly. You flushed again, “None of your damn business! That’s why they’re called personal items!!”.

Jason bristled at your uncooperative nature, huffing out a large puff of air, “Whether you like this or not, you’ve got to listen to me, I’m here to keep you out of trouble”.

“Trouble?! What do you mean by that?!”.

Trouble?! Did he mean that? You’d never done anything bad your entire career. You’d been the golden girl— always. You prided yourself on your good morals and nature. Even when your dress had caught on the red carpet that one time and flashed your pants, you’d still managed to play it off. Thankfully. Probably something Roman did, but still. It was besides the point. You glared at Jason, unable to believe the audacity of the man. You’d be calling Roman the second Jason was out of earshot. How could he hire him? Ugh.

Taking a deep breath, Jason skimmed a hand through his unruly hair feeling the tension radiating off him. He knew this would be tough but this wasn’t what he was expecting at all.

“Look—Sionis hired me to keep an eye on you and make sure nothing happens. So whilst I’m here, we need to set some ground rules down”.

“I’m a fully grown woman…this is all completely unnecessary!”.

Jason barked out a laugh, “Yeah—a fully grown woman with death threats hanging over her head…do you know the things they’ve threatened to do to you—do you?!”. He’d never read anything quite as awful as the things in those letters, the tweets. Vile. Disgusting. How anyone could—he didn’t want to dwell on it.

A breath caught in your throat, threatening to choke you. There was a wild, unreadable look in his eyes and it silenced you. The threats must have been disturbing to cause that sort of a reaction. You shook your head timidly.

“N-no…”.

Guilt swamped him immediately. You didn’t deserve that. He’d promised Sionis he wouldn’t divulge, knowing it’d scare the hell out of you. He’d fucked up already. Shit. He swallowed slowly and slipped his hand into the pocket at the front of his jeans.

“I’m sorry…I know this is tough and it’s a lot to take in but, things are gonna have to change. I’m going to have to be by your side, 24/7…this is really serious Y/N”.

You nodded softly, looking down at your bare feet. Your deep purple nail polish was chipped. Almost a reflection of your inner feelings.

“Okay”.

Jason internally smiled. He’d made some sort of ground with you. There was a short silence, filled only by the muffled sounds of the birds from outside.

“I—I made up a room for you…third door on the left at the end of the corridor. I cleared it all out and put fresh bedding on for you”.

“Thank you”, Jason bent down and grabbed his duffle off the floor, “‘ppreciate it”.

The space between you both was awkward, filled with unspoken tension and silence. Jason wanted to say so much but he didn’t know where to start. This wasn’t the best first start, he wanted it to be different. Better. Christ, he’d dreamt of meeting you plenty of times before this. None of it ended like this. He started to flush at the thought, pink creeping up his neck. There was no way he could let that interfere with his work.

“I’ll—”.

“I’m—”.

You both laughed awkwardly, eyes meeting briefly. He saw a hidden glitter there. No photo would ever do you justice.

“I’ll see you later Jason”, you gave him a slight smile before disappearing down the hallway into your study, closing the door behind you quietly.

Jason looked up towards the ceiling and closed his eyes in frustration.

“Fuck me”.

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After he’d finished unpacking his belongings, Jason flopped back onto the bed in the centre of the room, sighing as he hit the softness of the pillows. This was way more comfier than his bed at home. He sank further back and closed his eyes, the mattress easing the pain in his lower back. Just as he felt himself drifting into a relaxed state, his phone chirped to life, vibrating obnoxiously along the bedside table. He grunted and reached over to grab it, rolling his eyes at the caller ID. Harper. God. He couldn’t catch a break. How could he be so unlucky in such a short space of time. What did this idiot want?

Jason slipped his finger across the screen and sighed, “It’s not even been 2 hours, what could you possibly want already?”.

“2 hours? Is that it? Feels way longer—must be missing you more than I thought…So, come on, gimme the gossip…how was the first day? Have you managed to keep your cool or have you blown your load already?”.

“You’re a fucking idiot”, Jason sighed, feeling the embarrassment and annoyance curdling in his stomach.

Roy laughed loudly and grinned, “Ok— so, what I’m reading from that response is, things haven’t gone to plan”.

Jason rolled his eyes, sarcasm dripped from his voice, “Of course they haven’t! I’ve come in and completely disrupted her life”.

“For good reason”.

Jason sighed, he wished you had the same view, “She doesn’t see it like that”.

“Well no, she won’t”, Roy laughed at Jason.

“You’re not really helping here”, Jason’s voice was strained with frustration.

Roy stunted his cackle, “So…what happened?”.

“She just wasn’t very receptive of me…or the security plans”.

“Maybe she's playing hard-to-get”, Roy teased playfully.

Jason grunted, “Roy, this isn't a rom-com”.

“That’s what you’re saying now but before you know it…look Jay, women aren’t complicated Jay, just be yourself”.

Jason shook his head emptying of any wandering thoughts, “This is just a job, a very irritating job”.

Roy scoffed, “Yeah? If it was just a job, why are you so bothered? You’ve handled clients worse than her”, he coughed deeply covering up the next word “Wilson”.

“Please”, Jason shuddered at the thought of Slade, “Don’t remind me of that Karen”.

Roy cackled deeply, “I think you rather enjoyed it”.

“More than this job”, he growled irritatedly, “She just keeps whining about ‘her privacy’ like I’m going to go through all her shit. I don’t wanna raid her stuff, I’m just here to do a job and to do that I have to check things…surely she understands this?!”.

“Jason…”, Roy put his hand over his forehead, sighing, “You’re so dense sometimes…”.

“What? What do you mean?!”.

Roy laughed, unable to believe he was about to explain this to his best friend, “Jay…she’s a single woman, what do you think she means by privacy…or her private things…”, he internally face palmed. He wasn’t sure if Jason was usually this stupid or if his little crush was blind siding him, “Bet she fucking flipped when you said ‘bout installing personal cameras…I mean, come on Jay…don’t you ever think?”.

Jason sat up on the bed suddenly and let out a strangled sort of whimper, “Roy—I am going to choke on my foot if I keep talking to her—I can’t—”.

“Christ Jay!”, Roy cut over his friend loudly, “Just act normal around her!”.

“You say it like it’s easy!”, Jason ran his fingers through his hair, hoping the movement would somehow soothe him.

“We both know I’m a bigger hit with the ladies Jay-bird”, Roy smirked, lightening the mood instantly.

Jason sighed deeply before looking at his closed bedroom door. He knew he’d have to leave shortly, do some rounds of the place and maybe go out to get you both some food, “I need better friends”.

“Don’t know what you’re talking about Todd—I’m the bestest friend you’ll ever have—or need”.

“Harper”.

“Yeah?”.

“What kind of food goes down well with—you know—”.

“Fucking hell Todd”, Roy laughed unable to contain it any longer, “Get her a burger from Pauli’s, bet she hasn’t had one of those in years”.

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Jason knocked on your study door, waiting a while but received no answer. The take out bag swung low in his other hand, the greasy smell wafted up his nostrils. Enticing. His stomach rumbled again and he scoffed, how could he possibly still be hungry? He knocked again before taking an executive decision and pushing open the door. If you screamed at him, he’d just have to take it. Hopefully you weren’t doing anything too private in here. He shoved the thought down fast before it consumed him. The sight that met his eyes melted his heart. You were slumped over your computer desk—fast asleep, the blue light casting a beautiful glow over your skin. You looked heavenly. Better than any ad or poster he’d seen of you. You looked so natural. Fuck—his heart skipped a beat—or two.

From what Jason could tell, you’d been working on another song, papers scattered all around you, a pencil still lodged behind your ear. He wasn’t sure how you pulled off both sexy and adorable but you did.

Your laptop was old, the colour faded at the corners. If he was forced to guess, he’d say this was your old college laptop. A worn out sticker was stuck on the side, he could barely make it out, not without getting closer and disturbing you.

He dropped the take out bag down onto the table beside you gently, so as not to wake you and then tiptoed back out, silently closing the door behind him. He’d had enough experience of that sneaking out of Wayne Manor in the middle of the night with Dick. Jason smirked to himself as the memories flooded back.

He just hoped the take out would go down well and you’d realise that he was here to stay, but, more importantly, it didn’t have to be all that bad between the pair of you.

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[jujumin-translates]

Misumi Ikaruga | [N] One-Man Show (Summer) | One-Man Show ~Number One Popular Rental Boyfriend~

Misumi: What’s my one-man show theme~?

Kazunari: Hold up, Sumi! What do you mean it’s “Number One Popular Rental Boyfriend”!?

Tenma: R-Rental boyfriend!?

Kumon: Huh, I never woulda guessed that!

Yuki: Does the Trianglien even know what a rental boyfriend is? Someone better explain it to him before the performance--.

Misumi: It’s okay~!

Kumon: Wait, it’s okay? What kinda rental boyfriend are you thinking of, Sumi-san?

Misumi: Yeah. I’ve seen part-time job listings for rental boyfriends before! I talked to Tsuzuru about it doing it, but he stopped me…

Muku: Eeh? Misumi-san, you were going to take a part-time job as a rental boyfriend!?

Kumon: No way! This is the first I’m hearing of it!

Yuki: How’d you even come across a recruitment thing like that?

Tenma: Wait, Misumi, you know that kinda thing in a theater company is--.

Izumi: H-How about we stop talking! Let’s just get on with the performance!

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

Misumi: “Thanks for waiting!”

Misumi: “Sorry for making you wait~. Are you cold? Here, c’mere.”

Misumi: “Let squeeze your hand like this and… there, you won’t be cold like this, right?”

Misumi: “Now, how about we go to that ice festival you’ve been talking about going to aaall day?”

Misumi: “Ah, look! The snow sculptures over there are full of triangles! Like this one here… Hehe, it kinda looks like a kitty, don’t you think?”

Misumi: “...Wait. You don’t happen to be hungry, do you?”

Misumi: “I knew it! Then how about you have some of this warm onigiri~? Yeah, I’ll eat, too, so let’s eat them together!”

Misumi: “Nomnom…”

Misumi: “...”

Misumi: “Ah. S-Sorry. I spaced out.”

Misumi: “When I eat with you… I don’t know why, but it makes my chest feel kinda warm and fuzzy.”

Misumi: “Heh, I hope you’re a little fuller now. Ah, right!”

Misumi: “Hey, hey, let’s make a snow sculpture, too~♪”

Misumi: “Hmmh~m, make a triangle, connect this, scrape off that… Umm, a little more detail and…”

Misumi: “--Done!”

Misumi: “Are you done? So am I~. Then let’s show them to each other!”

Misumi: Ta-daa! I made triangle you ♪ What do you think? It looks just like you, right?”

Misumi: “Why you? That’s not a fair question. You know why better than anyone.”

Misumi: “...Yeah. ‘Cause you’re my precious triangle--.”

Misumi: “Ah! It’s about time, isn’t it? …Yeah, that’s what you paid for.”

Misumi: “Thanks for today! I’ll be waiting for you to call on me again ♪”

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Misumi: Done~! That was fun!

Kazunari: Good work, Sumi! You were supes cool ☆

Misumi: Ehehe, thanks!

Yuki: No, where’s the fun in a date like that?

Tenma: I’m pretty sure you wouldn’t get them to request you again after that…

Kumon: Huh? But I thought he might get some repeat clients! What did you think, Muku? …Wait, Muku?

Muku: T-That was so cool…! It was like at first the relationship was just one between someone and their client, but then it slowly got more and more serious and--.

Muku: No matter how many times he’s been requested, he’s always struggled with the fact that there’s a server-client relationship between them, but neither of them can say it out loud and…!

Yuki: Aaaand Muku’s gone full delusional yapping mode.

Kazunari: Okay, but if Muku’s giggling and kicking his feet in the air over it in this much, then…

Kumon: It’ll be a huge success!

Misumi: Wooo, yaay!

Misumi: Then if they’re still looking for part-time rental boyfriends, maybe I should give it a try~?

Muku: Huh? Y-You…

Tenma: Hey, Misumi. I’m not Tsuzuru-san, but as Summer Troupe’s leader, I’m gonna stop you right there.

Kazunari: Exactly, Sumi! What if you get so popular that it starts causing problems?

Kumon: Right!? Especially with all the repeat clients you’d be getting!

Yuki: For the love of God, please just get a part-time job with literally any kind of security.

Misumi: Huh~?

[jaysdoodlehell]

3,9, 17, 22 and 27 for Starscream And 34, 16, 28 (about Soundwave) and 48 about your oc.

For 50 questions game.

Wooo thank you so much for the ask! It's gonna be the longest text post I've ever made, so buckle up!

>:3

For Starscream:

3. Obscure headcannon:

He is totally oblivious to any subtexts, thus often not being treated seriously. Now recall this scene when he tries to interogate Cliffjumper and Arcee. He thinks he's scary when he walks slowly next to the table filled with torture devices while touching them in the weirdest delicate/sensual way (cause he's like a sneak, right?) While it comes off a bit... well, I think there is a reason why most people on this hellsite call him per 'slut'... So yeah, he is just not aware of how you can interpret both his act and his looks. He genuinely thinks he's imposing and scary (it's also not as much a headcanon as my observation that no one else noticed. So either I'm delusional, or other ppl are purposefully ignoring it. But I don't have a lot headcanons cause I'm a canon connoisseur... so all my "headcanons" would be at best overanalysis of canon... with small exceptions)

9. Scene that made me love the character :

Oh, that will be hard, cause it was back in 2012/2013, so I would not remember exactly (I'm lost in the robo sauce for a long time). Over all, I'd say that it was not a specific scene, but the sum of all his appearances. But to narrow it down, I think that the rough path made me like him a lot more. The fact he was able to survive, kept going even when he got nothing, got robbed from essential organs, and still managed to prevail, and not only that, but actually succeeded in a task both factions with multiple well-trained and equipped personel just failed... I think his ability to manage stuff as well as his drive for survival and not giving up even on the shitiest task is what made me love him so much. Also, him being shown to be vulnerable in many ways. It gives the image of someone who went through a lot, and never gave up despite obvious traumas and harm that was done to him. I respect him for being so determined, and strong enough to push through in those moments. And as much as I think other characters may have even better mental strength, they were not shown in this exact way, and Starscream was, thus I think I like him so much.

17. Quotes, songs, poems I associate with them:

 I'm not really a poetry or quotes guy, but I can deliver some tracks :3

For sure Icarus by Starset, Madona by Era, Pteryla and Co-pathetic by Novo Amor, Children of the Sky by Imagine Dragons, Heavy Is the Crown by Linkin Park... and many more but this post is long enough as it is ;-;

22. Best physical feature:

Claws and how they correspond with his character. From often looking softer, moving slowly and fluently to just striking out of nowhere and piercing someone to death in seconds >:3

27. Their guilty pleasure:

Probably roleplaying as a royalty when no one's looking XD

Or watching human media for entertainment, even tho he hates humans, and treats them and their culture as inferior (like when he laughs at the monkey gif)

For Shadowground:

So, a little disclaimer. Shadow is based in an alternative timeline, where certain things had to be rewritten prior to the moment of his creation (an explosion in Shockwave's cloning facility). Everything after that has been changed completely - half of the season 3 and the movie just don't exsist in his timeline.

16. Deepest darkest secret they won't even admit to themselves:

In some way he has a lot of dark secrets, but not many are his own. It's connected to his abilities (which he's not very familiar with) but he has a way of obtaining secrets of others, and retaining them (it creates a lot of problems for everyone later, especially when he cannot yet control himself or any of his abilities). But yeah... the worst ones are of others. In this stage of the development he had no time to yet commit some serious atrocities.

28. How do they feel about Soundwave:

Shadow in general has a complicated relationship with Soundwave. At the beggining of his life (when he's stuck in his beast mode and no one knows he's sentient) he is afraid of him. Mainly because of a big misunderstanding that somehow Soundwave is a creature living in the walls of Nemesis. It was the time when he understood close to nothing, and saw some defence systems of the ship moving. Someone then mentioned it was Soundwave, and poor beast just thought that Soundwave is a turret system, living in the walls. When in reality Soundwave just turned on the system... Later on, Shadow even thinks that Laserbeak alone is Soundwave! There is just a lot of confusion around Soundwave's person because nobody explains things to Shadow, and he needs to navigate a lot on his own. It takes some time before he realises that this scary system in the walls is actually a bot.

Later as he develops more, he reaches the point where he admires Soundwave's abilities, and would love to learn from him, but there aren't many opportunities for that. He respects the communication chief a lot, but keeps his distance because he doesn't really want to disturb Soundwave's work. At the same time there is this sort of hostile struggle between them, as they are both keepers of opposing powers in the Decepticon cause (meaning Megatron and Starscream). They are kin in many ways and if they'd work together they'd be a total overkill, but the situation, certain stances, ideals, and moral compasses (or lack there of) makes a rift between them. Still, Shadow highly respects and appreciates Soundwave, as he is the most effective member of the cause. He kinda just apreciates him from far away, while keeping some grudges to himself.

34. How they react when they are feeling X emotion (sad, angry, excited, scared, etc.— can specify as many as you like):

You didn't specify which one, so I'd explain the general way he reacts to emotions. At the start he's stuck in his beast mode for a long time, so all emotions he feels are not mirrored by others or reacted to in any way, as others just don't really care about the feelings of some random creature, and they cannot really understand them. Only Predaking can understand some. Because of this, he has a certain freedom of expression and interpretation. No one cares if he is overly happy or sad, because they treat him as an animal. This changes however, when he transforms to his bot mode for the first time. Besides everyone having a very bad déjà vu of the same happening with Predaking, he is now treated as a bot, and a certain behaviour is expected from him. He suffers, having to tune down all his saturated feelings to the standards of the Decepticon cause, while not understanting what value comes from that. He learns to analyse the emotions of others rather than focusing on his own, but his reactions tend to be more honest, and he doesn't push his feelings down that much, especially later in his story when he starts to build his own view on the world, and makes peace with that.

48. Scariest moment of their life:

It comes much later in the overall plot. Being stranded alone on dead Cybertron, thinking that all others are dead, derived from any kind of sustenance... Lost and delirious from starvation, getting hallucinations going from worst mistakes and horrors of the past to the worst possible outcomes for the future, caused by an intense rumination, and his brain melting with too much informations from the surroundings. Also, hostile scraplets and rot being on the planet's surface... after all Cybertron post war is just a dead body left to rot for a long, long time...

Thank you so so much for the ask! I hope that the monstrously long reply is not too much XD

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[elvenbeard]

WIP WEDNESDAY

Yes I'm actually doing this on a Wednesday wooo :D

I just went back through all my tags of the last month and man, you guys ;__; <3 I'm not good at keeping up with tumblr atm and I don't have something to share every week, so I think once a month a WIP Wednesday might be a good compromise XD Thank you for all the tags!!

@theviridianbunny @dreamskug @ouroboros-hideout @lokiina @therealnightcity @chevvy-yates tagging you all right back!

So, with that off of my list of works in progress, as is answering all the tag games and quizzes, some projects I'm working on atm:

Writing: Love is stored in the olive jar (WT) - Chapter 13

It's done, but still needs a lot of editing, as it got very heavy on dialogue in the end and I want it all to flow more nicely and make it a bit more scenic XD Too many instances of "she looked up again" or "he paused for a moment/second" xD But I'm getting there! Here's a snippet from the already somewhat polished beginning:

“Alright,” Fuentes said as she finally caught her breath again, “I suggest we cut straight to the chase.” “Yes,” V nodded, “Thank you again for taking the time.” “Of course,” Fuentes nodded, “I have to admit, I have been thinking about you and your case a lot these past days. Even with the limited knowledge I have so far, I still believe I may be able to help. If you are willing now to tell me more about your condition now, of course.” ‘Willing’ wasn’t the word V would use, it was more a necessity at this point. “I will,” he said, “But only if you can provide me with a certain level of security.” Fuentes shifted in her chair slightly and frowned, then she opened one of the drawers of her desk and pulled out a tablet. She turned it on and began to search for something on it while maintaining eye contact with V as best as she managed. “You’ve come here today as my patient. As far as I’m concerned, everything, anything that we discuss, falls under the doctor-patient confidentiality. My contract with the Little China MedCenter binds me to treat your data and information with utmost care and discretion. All data we store is locked away securely, all in accordance with your Trauma Team policy. I can resend you the patient information papers and contracts, although I think most of them you should already have…” “I care less about the MedCenter than about what you personally do with the information I’m going to give you,” V said, and Fuentes stopped her search, narrowing her eyes slightly. “I’m not sure what you’re alluding to,” she said, still polite, but significantly more tense than before. “Nothing,” V shook his head carefully, “This is just not something I tell random strangers on the street… no offense, of course. If I have to play with open cards, I need you to as well.”

In which Vince hates doctors but has to trust one now, boo XD

Writing: Some drabbles :3

Inbetween the longfic I still have some ask prompt drabbles to fill that I'm looking forward to tackling soon! And in a sudden burst of inspiration I wrote out a long although not very serious convo between Vince and Johnny the other day xD I'd love to turn it into a (VP) comic maybe, but I'm not sure yet XD

Art: Nothing new since last time, slowly chipping away at some bigger projects inbetween

VP: Currently no concrete plans for a bigger project

Although I wanna do more "days in the life" for Vince!! And I wanna play around more with some poses though and have a very soft set to share that I gotta edit a bit still ;_; Tomorrow probably!

Also, I'd like to turn the interface thingies from my recent "V as NPC" projects into shareable templates, that is also on my wip/ to-do list! Just wanna gather some in-game reference shots first :D

Modding: 👀👀👀

I'm working on a little something maybe, and I'm so excited :DDD Just gotta relearn how to do Archive XL, it's been half a year xD And I fought MLSetup Builder so fucking hard, but now I know how to edit MLMask Setups, so that's a victory at least XD And I have a base for a very kitschy coat :3

But yes, so much to that so far! See you again in a month or so probably with an ever-growing pile of wips xD But maybe some more writing, maybe some more art, and maybe a finished mod after too long 👀

[aarontheanimator9898]

ACT 4: Tall Plains/Cyril

INT. DRAGON TEMPLE – TRAINING CHAMBER – LATER

The chamber echoes with crackling energy. Volteer steps back, observing from a platform as Hare faces off with a makeshift training dummy... that just so happens to be Grumpy Bear in a dented knight helmet.

HARE (focuses, knuckles crack) Alright. One breath. Just one.

He exhales sharply. Lightning surges from his mouth like a whip of pure light, striking Grumpy Bear square in the chest. The impact sends Grumpy skidding across the floor, helmet flying off and bouncing against a wall with a loud CLANG.

HARE (gasping, running over) Grumpy! Are you—?

GRUMPY BEAR (sitting up, dazed but grinning) That... was... AWESOME. Do it again! Fry me like a marshmallow next time!

HARE (staring, wide-eyed) I could’ve fried your brain.

GRUMPY BEAR (chuckling) Wouldn’t be the first time something scrambled it.

SPYRO (approaching) Hare, it’s a good thing to be worried about hurting others. That means you care. But don’t let fear chain you. You’ve got heart... now you just need faith.

Hare doesn't respond. His expression stays locked somewhere between guilt and focus.

SPYRO (turning serious) Cyril—the Ice Guardian—has been taken. Tall Plains is where they’re holding him.

HARE (nods) We’ll go. We’ll get him back.

GRUMPY BEAR (half-raising a paw) Uh, question. If we see danger again, we’re going with the “run first, hero stuff later” plan, right?

SPYRO Sometimes, yes. But there are moments when we have to stand up—even if we’re scared. Especially then.

GRUMPY BEAR Yeah... maybe let me warm up to that. Like next year. Or never.

SPYRO (firm) Tall Plains was once a sacred land, home to the Atlawa—an ancient people who lived by the seasons and the spirit of nature. Cynder’s forces took that from them. She’s desecrated their shrine. That’s where she’s keeping Cyril... and likely powering another crystal. You must stop her.

EXT. SKY – ABOVE TALL PLAINS – DAY

Spyro soars through clouds, the golden landscape of Tall Plains rising below. Hare rides on his back, gripping tightly. Behind him, the Care Bears are holding on for dear life, each reacting in their own way.

FUNSHINE BEAR WOOO! This is way better than a rollercoaster!

SHARE BEAR I’m not crying! These are joy tears!

AMIGO BEAR (spinning around, thrilled) ¡Estoy volando! This is amazing!

GRUMPY BEAR (clinging for life) WHY. DID. I. GET. ON. THIS. LIZARD.

HARE (yelling over the wind) You're the one who said, “Let’s go again!”

GRUMPY BEAR I WAS KIDDING!!

Spyro begins to descend in a spiral, landing softly near a patch of ancient ruins at the edge of a jungle. The landscape is lush, overgrown, and teeming with an eerie stillness.

SPYRO (lowers his wings) This is where I leave you. Stay sharp, and find Cyril fast. I’ll return once I’ve gathered more from the Temple.

HARE (nods, but hesitates) Spyro... what if I lose control again?

SPYRO (looking him dead in the eye) Then trust your heart to bring you back. And trust your friends to catch you if you fall.

Spyro launches back into the sky in a burst of wings and wind, vanishing into the clouds.

GRUMPY BEAR (stumbling off, kissing the ground) Thank you, solid earth. Never leave me again.

FUNSHINE BEAR (grinning) Tall Plains, baby. Let’s get mystical.

HARE (steeling himself, gazing toward the overgrown shrine in the distance) Let’s move. Cyril’s waiting.

The group pushes forward, into the heart of the plains... unaware that shadowed eyes already watch them from the trees.

EXT. TALL PLAINS – CLIFFSIDE PATH NEAR THE SHRINE – DUSK

The skies above Tall Plains rumble with distant thunder. Hare and Grumpy Bear crouch in the undergrowth, staring up as a Dreadwing—a hulking, bat-like terror—beats its wings and carries a rusted, swinging cage. Inside, a figure paces anxiously.

HARE (quietly) The enemy of my enemy... is my friend.

GRUMPY BEAR (stares at him sideways) Oh no. Does this mean what I think it means?

HARE (stepping out of cover, jaw clenched) Yeah. We’re helping them.

GRUMPY BEAR (arms out) Of course we are. Because what could possibly go wrong when you charge a flying lizard with a cage full of drama?

Hare dashes forward, sword drawn. He slashes through a surprised Ape Commander, knocking him backward into a support post holding the cage. The impact jolts the structure—then the latch snaps. The cage crashes to the ground, the door bursting open.

KANE, a tall, wiry creature with a sharply feathered mane and dignified, chiseled features, staggers out. He resembles a proud blend of a llama and bird, adorned in weather-worn ceremonial wraps and bone jewelry.

KANE (grunting) Careful, stranger! I like having bones unshattered, thanks.

HARE (running to him) I was trying to help!

KANE (snorts, offended) The Atlawa don’t need help. Especially not from cloaked tourists and blue fluffballs.

GRUMPY BEAR (from a distance) Oh, you’re very welcome, Your High-and-Mighty Chicken Llama!

Kane narrows his eyes—just as the cliffside beneath him gives way. With a surprised yell, he tumbles over the edge, disappearing behind a spray of whitewater.

GRUMPY BEAR (pointing) Yep! Ingrate or not, he's about to be river stew—do something!

Hare rushes to the edge. His heart pounds. He closes his eyes and breathes in deep—cold air gathers in his chest. For the first time, ice floods from his mouth, a shimmering bridge of frost rapidly forming over the raging current below. Kane’s falling form hits the ice and skids instead of plunging into the water, finally coming to a stop near the edge of the rapids.

Kane groans, dazed but alive, staring up in shock at the frozen miracle beneath him.

KANE (breathless, wide-eyed) ...That wasn’t the wind gods...

HARE (leaning over the edge) You alright?

KANE (panting, nodding slowly) You froze the river. You—you saved me.

HARE (smirking faintly) The Atlawa still don’t need help?

KANE (grudgingly, dusting himself off) Fine. Maybe just a little help. From time to time. On very rare life-saving occasions.

GRUMPY BEAR (grinning) Wow. Did we just witness a proud warrior admit gratitude? Mark the calendar!

KANE (turning, feathers ruffled) Don’t make me regret it, blue one.

The three of them stand there for a beat—warrior, wanderer, and bear—as the storm clouds roll louder in the distance, hinting at what’s still to come.

EXT. ATLWA SHRINE – INNER SANCTUM – NIGHT

The rain has stopped. Moonlight spills through the broken stone of the shrine ceiling. The Atlawa God, now pacified, rests dormant beneath a web of ancient vines. The storm within the shrine has passed.

Emerging from a cracked cell of enchanted stone, CYRIL—a sleek, stately blue dragon with a regal gait and an air of icy detachment—steps out. His icy frills shimmer in the torchlight, his breath curling like mist in the cold air. He flicks a glance at the approaching group: Hare, his red cloak soaked; Grumpy, arms crossed and scowling; Amigo, Funshine, Share, and Wish Bear, all smiling, exhausted but relieved.

CYRIL (voice rich, theatrical) Well! Took you long enough. I was beginning to think the lot of you were frozen in indecision… or just incompetent. I’ll admit, I had my doubts about rescue arriving at all.

HARE (flatly) Good to see you too.

CYRIL (squinting at Hare) Ah—you’re the one. The boy with the mouthful of winter. Fascinating. Not many walk around with elemental breath untrained. Tell me, how exactly did that little party trick start erupting from your lungs?

HARE (gruff) Didn’t ask for it. Just sort of… started happening.

CYRIL (smirking) Mm. Ice chooses only a few—and rarely by accident. If it’s choosing you, that says something. Likely about your emotional repression and tendency toward stubbornness, but we’ll unpack that later.

GRUMPY BEAR (to Wish Bear, stage whisper) Wow, I thought I was the frosty one around here.

FUNSHINE BEAR (grinning) He’s kind of like if winter had a British accent.

Cyril snorts and raises an eyebrow but continues.

CYRIL Still, impressive work subduing the Shrine’s guardian. Most would have ended up as an ice sculpture with a commemorative plaque. And you—blue bear, was it?

GRUMPY BEAR (grunts) Grumpy.

CYRIL Fitting. You’ve got an expression like someone just stepped on your snack stash.

Suddenly, KANE steps forward, feathers rustling, expression stern but respectful.

KANE You have calmed the fury of our shrine and freed the god's spirit. You’ve given my people hope. Though you may leave, know that you walk as Atlawa now… one of us.

HARE (quietly, nodding) Appreciate it.

KANE (turning to Hare with a half-smile) And by the way… you were right.

HARE (confused) About what?

KANE That sometimes… two heads really are better than one.

GRUMPY BEAR (smirks) Even if one of them belongs to a so-called “annoying mosquito,” huh?

KANE (grins) Exactly.

GRUMPY BEAR (takes a dramatic bow) I’ll take that as a formal apology.

CYRIL (rolling his eyes) Wonderful. A tribe of mystics, a bear with attitude, and a boy who breathes ice. What could possibly go wrong?

SHARE BEAR (sassy) Plenty. But we’ll deal with it like we always do. Together.

Spyro’s silhouette swoops in overhead, his wings catching the light of the rising sun. The dragon calls down:

SPYRO Cyril, time to come home. We’ve got work to do.

Cyril exhales frost through his nostrils and begins to walk, turning back only once.

CYRIL Don’t dawdle, Hare. You’ve got a long road ahead... and you’re not done learning what that breath of yours really means.

[kiankiwi]

Little TK request please- Carlos catches TK coloring on the walls 😊😊

TK was just doing the finishing touches on his masterpiece when he heard Carlos coming into the apartment. He froze, marker in hand and panicked. He was going to be in so much trouble. Tossing the markers to the floor, TK got up and scampered under the bed, his favorite hiding spot.

"TK, you home baby?" Carlos asked as he dropped his bag and keys.

TK heard the minute his daddy found his mural on the wall. "Tyler Kennedy! Get your butt out here right this minute!"

TK put on his cute face and inched out of the bedroom. "Yes?" Carlos sighed through his nose, his arms crossed. "Care to tell me what this is?" Carlos asked, pointing to the wall. "My art daddy..." TK explained softly.

TK's stomach filled with fear when daddy tilted his head to the ceiling, his eyes closed as he tried to calm down. He was about to be in a lot of trouble. "I-I wanted to draw a pretty picture for daddy... d-don't you like it?" TK asked, tearing up feeling guilty.

Carlos stepped forward and went down on one knee getting down on TK's level. "Baby, you know you're not supposed to draw on the walls.. we have paper for that, baby." TK shrugged, avoiding Carlos' serious and disappointed eyes. "Couldn't find any." Carlos put his finger under TK's chin to get him to look him in the eyes. "Tyler, you know that's a lie. You know that your construction paper is in the bin in the playroom where it always is, right?" TK stayed quiet, looking over at his nearly finished mural. "Right, Ty?" Carlos asked a little louder and firmer this time.

Tyler finally let his tears loose. He began to cry as he nodded. "Y-yes." Carlos sighed, squeezing TK's hands. "Baby, you understand you broke a rule, yeah?" TK nodded, still crying. "And because of that, you're going to go in time out for a little bit." TK nodded. "Can I have Pebble in time out?" TK asked, referring to his stuffed turtle that Paul got him at the zoo. "No baby, you know you're not allowed to have your toys in time out." That started a new round of tears and sadness even though TK knew what Carlos's answer would be.

Carlos picked TK up and placed him on the time out stool. TK hung his head while Carlos kissed his head. "Baby, you stay here till daddy's timer goes off and daddy's gonna clean up the wall okay?" "No! My PICTUREEEEE!" TK yelled. "Shhh, shhh, shhh, you know we can't keep it there baby. But you can redraw it for daddy when time out is over, that sound good? On paper this time?" TK was hesitant for a moment but eventually nodded.

Ten minutes later, the timer went off and TK ran to give Carlos a hug before running to get his markers and his paper before sitting at the kitchen table to recreate his picture.

***

WOOO MY FIRST LITTLE!TK FANFIC!!!

@im-overstimulated-and-im-sad I hope you like it!!! <3

Please let me know if you want any other ideas. Hopefully next one is gonna be a little!TK sickfic of some kind!

[allwayswildchild]

You can read it on AO3 or under the cut!

It's been two months since I disappeared from my world. It's been two months since I've seen or heard from Zelda and I hate that fact.

It's been two months since I joined the chain and I'm still adjusting. It's weird waking up and not seeing you next to me. It's weird not knowing where you are or if you're safe. I hate the fact that I can't protect you right now. I hate the fact you don't even know where I am right now. I hate the fact I had to leave without saying goodbye or at least saying where I was going.

I know you wouldn't read this and that's fine. I'm not sure why I'm writing this, but I think it will make me feel better about not seeing you. I know you wouldn't read this but I at least want to explain where I've been and how it's been.

If you haven't already guessed it I got sucked into another adventure! Wooo! I'm so excited about this, it's not like I died on that last one or anything but I don't think hylia cares about that. On this adventure I'm traveling with eight other past heroes. You'll probably recognize a few of them! I would too if I paid attention to your ranting but sometimes it just goes on for too long and I stop paying attention. Not my fault.

There's Time, Twilight, Warriors, Sky, Legend, Hyrule, Four, Wind and me. Those are nicknames. In reality we're all named Link. And that's why we're called the Chain. Wind came up with it. Everyone's nickname is their hero title. So like the Hero of Twilight or the Hero of Time. Mine is the hero of the Wilds. Fitting right. I know if you were reading this you would be uncontrollably laughing right now because of my title.

Time is the oldest. He's like the leader of the group. He  seems very stoic and serious on the outside. The chain goes to him when they need advice or have some sort of problem. Even though he's the oldest he still acts like a child on the inside. If you look close enough you can see the mischievous glint in his eye. Especially if he's about to play a prank on one of the boys. He has said some weird things at times also. Once in casual conversation he said that he fought the moon. No one could tell if he was being serious or not. I haven't really talked to him that much but he seems like a good guy, if not a little bit mischievous.

Twilight is unique. I don't quite know what to like about him. He apparently grew up on a farm in a place called Ordain, which is outside of Hyrule. Since he grew up on a farm he has a lot of experience with animals and horses. It seems he loves being around farms and urban places. I don't blame him though since I'm the same way. I've talked to him more than I have Time but still not a lot. Thinking of it I haven't really talked to the chain lot. Oops.

I don't really like Warriors. I don't know why but I just don't. Whenever I'm by him I don't talk and I flinch whenever he tries to touch or talk to me. I feel bad that I do this but it's not like I can change it. I think before the calamity there was a person like him, who I might have feared. I don't know. I don't have any memories of anyone like him though. Warriors is a Captain in his Hyrule army. Wasn't I a Captain once? I can't remember. He is good at making decisions. Him and time usually are the ones making the battle plans.

Speaking of battle plans, I forgot to write why we are even on this quest. To be honest I don't know. I don't think any of the chain does either. We have some theories though! Not very good ones.

One theory is that Hylia just hates us and likes to see us suffer. It's a very compelling theory, probably the best one yet! I know I haven't written about him yet but it was Legend that made this theory. Which isn't surprising if you knew him. He probably has the most hatred for Hylia out of anyone.

Which I'm not surprised with how many adventures he's been on but that's for a later section.

The second theory is that we're getting together to defend a villain or something like that. A "big bad" if you would. This theory was made by Warriors. I'm not surprised cause Legend and Warriors usually are the opposite; they fight a lot. Being honest this is the most logical theory. There is some evidence against this theory though! One thing is what villain would need ten of Hylias heros to defeat? We all have defeated separate villains by ourselves, so what villain needs all of us? And why can't Hylia do it BY HERSELF!

Anyways! The next person I will talk about is Legend, seeing as I already talked about him. Legend has a very interesting personality. He acts like his is really mean and doesn't care but I feel like know it's an act. He and Warriors fight a lot. They are just very opposite people. He also has A TON of rings! They are all magical too! He also doesn't wear pants..... He only wears shorts. Even if it's freezing. He's also been on the most adventures. I don't know how many but when Time said he had been on about 3 before, Legend muttered and I quote "That would have been nice." I don't think anyone else heard it but I was right next to him and I have really good hearing.

Wind is next! He is the youngest of all of us. I think he is sixteen. Which sucks! He said he started his journey when he was fourteen and finished it when he was fifteen. So he had a year to rest, which is not a lot but it's better than nothing. Some people like Time had a lot of time between their last journey and this one. Lol, I didn't even mean to do that! Anyways Wind is very energetic and curious about everything. He likes exploring and well, the ocean. Seeing as his world is all oceans with islands. He talks about his world all the time! And he's really loud, so you can't ignore him! He also talks about his family a lot, he lives with his sister and grandmother. I can't remember if I had a sister. Or a family. Huh? I can't remember anything about a family. I'll ask you next time I see you. If I ever do.

Without further ado is Sky! He is the one who holds the master sword! Apparently he was also the one who forged it. Which means either him or Four is first because everyone else has had the master sword on their journeys. Except for Four, he says he had a different sword but didn't elaborate when we asked him about it. Sky said he thinks he was the first but didn't say why. Sky talks about his Zelda a lot. I think they are together but I don't want to ask. He also does woodworking. He likes to randomly start carving wood. He just sits down and starts on a random thing. He mostly does animals like birds. They are always really pretty!

Anyways the second to last is Hyrule! And yes that is his title The Hero Of Hyrule. It kinda sucks that we have to call him a kingdom and it has gotten confusing before when we are talking to someone that's not the chain. Let's just say it takes a while to convince them that's his name. He is an adventurer at heart. He also is terrible at staying on the path. Legend has to drag him back whenever we are walking. He gets distracted very easily and doesn't even realize it. He loves exploring and he's also the group medic! He has more training in that medicine than most of us. I don't have much to say about him to be honest. He seems like a very fun person!

Last but not least Four. Yes, like the number. I have no clue why that's his title but I wouldn't ask him. He talks to himself a lot. He's also really short. Like he's shorter than Wind that's why everyone thought he was the youngest. He did not like it when we assumed that. He's also really smart, but he doesn't really talk to other people that much. I don't know, I haven't really talked to him. I've probably talked to him the second least, other than Warriors. That's all the chain!

Another thing I forgot to mention is they all suck at cooking! I'm the designated cook! Which I'm fine with but if I'm sick or injured, everyone will get food poisoning! I swear four burns all the food he makes and Hyrule adds bugs and random stuff, so it's uneditable! Twilight can make stew and that's it! He doesn't even add enough spices or he puts too much spices! There is not in between! Sky can only make pumpkin soup! That is the only thing he knows what to make! Like yeah it's good, but pumpkins are hard to find! And in the one who gets ALL the ingredients! Legend just doesn't know how to! Before he just ate the separate ingredients! Like he cooked the meat and ate it, then ate the carrots, and ate the cooked potatoes! Not even together! And not spices! And it's all over or under cooked! He doesn't know when it's actually cooked! Warriors can make food but it's ONLY military food. With no seasonings and it's two meals. And that's it. Time is the best between everyone besides me. He knows how to cook very basic food. Probably because his wife taught him. Oh wait! Oops I forgot to mention he is married! The only one of the chain, I think. He speaks the world of her. Late nights when I'm making dinner he just sits and talks about her talks about her to the air or anyone listening.

Well that's all I have to say right now. I wish I wish with you right now. I really miss you right now. Sky and Time aren't helping when they talk about their partners. I wonder how you're doing right now. I wonder how you're doing without me. I hope you're doing well. I hope I see you soon!

Love you, Hero of the Wild.

[cherryluvrx3]

meat lovers amirite??

Dave Strider x Reader x Karkat Vantas

Chapter 5

[masterlist]

I went home with an extra pep in my step, resisting the urge to hop, skip and frolic around like a cutsie whimsical princess or something.

I shut the door to my room and kicked off my shoes, plopping into bed, stomach first with my legs kicking behind me.

I decided against texting Dave- and Karkat and John for that matter, because I didn’t wanna come off as weirdly clingy and desperate for “friendship”. Besides, they’re still working anyway. So instead, I go to text the group chat so I can report the good news.

It takes a few seconds before anyone answers but like always, Roxy is the first to respond.

Me

-!!!!

Roxy <3

- hey babe! What’s up?

Me

-You would not believe what just happened omhggg

Gamz :o)

-wazzzzzupppppp

Me

-Sooo

-I went to see Dave right

Nepetita :3

-Oooh really?? :0

Me

-Yesss

-N I got his number xP!!

Roxy <3

-omg rllyy!!

-wooo!!

Gamz :o)

- u text him yet

Me

-No ima wait a bit

-He’s still working

-also

-I got his coworkers numbers too xP

-They’re named John and Karkat

Roxy <3

-omg????

-girl you just

-3 dudes numbers!!??

Tezi >:]

-Since when did you have the sweet talking abilities for that?? >:0

Me

-I know I knowww

-Ima smoooooth opertatorrrr

-The men flock to me and bow at my feet as I walk by

Gamz :o)

-Waitttttt

-wait wait

-waittttt

Me

-what

Tezi >:]

-Wat >:?

Gamz :o)

-A guy named Karkat

-I might know that motherfucker

Nepetita :3

-a furriend of yours??

Gamz :o)

-Just a guy I met on a field trip like 2 years ago or smn

-we both got lost at the motherfuckin zoo freshman year

-like ours n his school was there at the same time n shit

-kinda just walked around tryna find like the groups we came with or whatever but I kinda gave up

-n he didn’t wanna walk around alone so he just stayed with me

-we was just chillin with the stingrays

-he was still tweakin tf out tho so I gave him a edible

Me

-Omg???

Gamz :o)

-motherfucker didn’t know it was an edible tho or else I don’t think he would’ve ate it

-we were tripping hard by the time we made it back to the buses lol

Roxy <3

-gamzzz 😭😭

-i don’t think u shld giv edibles to strangersss

Nepetita :3

-Yeah that's a little

-ermmm

-rude?

Gamz :o)

-was jus tryna help the guy

Me

-Well anyways

-I’m not like

-Actually interested in them or anything

-Just wanna be friends with them

Tezi >:]

-I thought you wanted to date pizza boy??

Me

-Oh Dave yeah

-I meant just him tho lol

Gamz :o)

-yeah for a sec I thought u were rlly tryna juggle 3 hoes at once

Roxy <3

-yeah righttt

-they can barely juggle dave alobe!!

-alone

Me

-I could totally have multiple hoes if I wanted???

Roxy <3

-yep

Gamz :o)

-mhm

Tezi >:]

-ok

Nepetita :3

-...well.. *sweats nervously*

Me

-FUCK YOU GUYSS

-WHAT EVA!!!!!

-I see you guys are just some hating ass bitches

Roxy <3

-not hating just being #real babe

Nepetita :3

-Anyways!! It’s great that you got Dave’s number!! Are you planning on texting him first or letting him come to you?

-Do you want to be the purredator or purray? :3

Me

-hmmm

-well I was thinking

-wait

-omg?

Tezi >:]

-Wat >:?

Me

-He literallyyyyy just texted me

-brb teehee

Roxy <3

-omgg? the stars r aligningg for u to hav ur momenttt

Gamz :o)

-get his ass

While John gave me his pesterchum user, Dave and Karkat gave me their regular numbers because they “weren’t fucking nerds” and so I put them into my phone’s contacts.

Pizza Dave

-hey dawg

Me

-hiiiii ? aren’t you still working? Lol

Pizza Dave

-yeah I’m still on the clock for like 2 hours but not much is going on

-there was one more call for delivery and I made Kat deal with it because I’m still recovering from that last traumatic experience

-told him I might have some serious PTSD induced panic attacks if I had to hold another pizza in my hands

Me

-Oh haha

-So are you likee

-Just chatting to pass the time?

Pizza Dave

-bingo. pretty much.

-I’d chat with John but right now he’s busy talking to like

-some other friend??

-like what the helllll

-I was the OG bestie yknow

-but now he’s over there getting all cozy with some dude he met on some online forum that’s just a cesspool for shitty movie lovers

-guess he wanted a guy who’d listen to him rave about nick cage without bitchin but I mean I was just keeping it real

-we’re literally on the clock. being on the phone while working is NOT allowed. you’d think he’d know better

… hmm..

Me

-Kinda sounds like you’re a jealous boyfriend lol

Why did I say that? Don’t know, thought it was funny and hit send before I could rethink.

He’d been typing consistently but I could see in real time his speech bubble stop.

I headed back to the group chat to update them, cutting off whatever they were talking about.

Me

-So he’s texting me rn bc he’s bored at work

Nepetita :3

-well that at least shows he’s thinking of you?

Me

-welllllll he just said he’s only talking to me bc his other friends are busy lol

-but I mean this is my chance to slide myself into his personal circle!!

I went back to me and Dave’s convo and- holy shit. While I was gone he was typing up a storm

Pizza Dave

-what

-no

-no way dude

-me and john are just buds

-that's my home dawg yknow

-like if I was jealous it would just be because of the friendship we have being threatened

-yknow what I mean

-like

-not at all like a jealous boyfriend those are like two totally different things

-besides I’m not gay

-and John isn’t either

-I think

-and if he was I still wouldn’t be gay

-cuz I think girls are really hot and have had a few crushes

-on girls

-so there’s like no way

-not that I have any problem with gay people

-and if John was gay that’d be cool and all

-I really don’t care

-cuz at the end of the day I’m not gay so that’s not an issue

-uh

Me

-OKAY I GET IT

-I was just joking bro

-You don’t gotta get all freaked out lol

Pizza Dave

-I’m not freaked out

-who’s freaking out?

-not me

-I’m chill

-chill as hell dude

-look up chill in the dictionary and you’ll see my face

Me

-Okay

-anyways

-what school do you go to?

Yeesh. I guess that boyfriend comment opened up a can of worms. I screenshotted the convo to share with the group chat.

Me

-Soooo… guys..??

Gamz :o)

-wow

Roxy <3

-Yikes he’s definitely closeted

Tezi >:]

-Totally. That’s actually kinda embarrassing

Nepetita :3

-Aww I feel kinda bad… but I mean he said he’s alright with gay people so

-it probably won’t be that long until he opens up and accepts that part of himself?

Me

-Yeah I think so too

-I don’t think he has a crush on John specifically but he’s def fruity

-even if this whole relationship thing doesn’t work out ima stick to with him to support him cuz boyyy does he need it!!

I go back to chatting with Dave and he seems to have calmed down. We both learn a bit more about each other after 15 minutes he says he has to get back to work. We said our goodbyes and I headed to take a shower so I could process all the information I learned today.

Maybe I’ll talk to him tomorrow during lunch? Even though we have different schools, apparently our bell schedules matched up and we even had lunch at the same period.

I yawn and tuck myself into bed for a few hours of scrolling on my phone.

———

a/n btw John was talking to Jake, no I'm not shipping them

Also Dave is closeted and in denial.

I see both him and Karkat as bisexual but since this fic is supposed to be gender-neutral I don't think I'll go into too much detail on how that could affect his relationship with reader bc it's different depending on who you are. I might end up making reader bisexual too but idk bc I don't want readers who aren't bi to be 'forced' into it. I mean all I know for sure about you guys reading this is that you're attracted to men (or just reading this bc you're bored lol)

Also Karkat is also a bit closeted but he's very much aware of who he is, he's mainly closeted because he knows Dave is iffy around his own sexuality and is worried Dave will see him different if he comes out to him.

[anna-dreamer]

Hey everyone! It's my birthday, and i am indulging myself. I've made a playlist for my Silm OC Trevadriel, who is a lot like me 5-10 years ago (that should explain some song choices! XD). Gonna explain each and every song now in detail, cause I can!

Баллада о борьбе - Мельница Amidst melting candles and evening prayers, Amidst war trophies and peaceful fires There lived bookish children who knew no battles, Ever aching with their trivial catastrophes.

Children were ever vexed By their age and their life, So we fought to the blood, To mortal resentment, But our mothers mended Our clothes swiftly, Whereas we swallowed books, Drunk on words. An old-timey song from her Mom's playlist, at first adopted without thinking. Trevadriel is a very young elf, and her upbringing in Rivendell was inevitably based on the great stories of the past. This song is both her youth in the shadow of great heroes and her early adulthood, when the titular struggle came into her own life. We Didn’t Start the Fire - Billy Joel No, we didn't light it. What are you gonna do if you are born into the world where so many crucial decisions were made long before you? Apart traveling back in time. But that's not possible, right. Besides, Mom will explain it all to her anyway. She knows what to do. Невидимка - Город 312 Nobody knows her name. Nobody has ever seen her laugh. .... It's easier for her to be invisible, So what if the world does not see her cry. Someone might find it stupid and weird, But it's all very serious for her. The ultimate not like the other girls song. Connections, what connections? I've got my own world here! Говорят, а ты не верь! - Евгений Крылатов They say, with each year this world grows older, Sun hides away in clouds and gives off less warmth, They say, before was better than now, Let them talk - do not listen, Let them talk - do not believe it! Motely, huge, and joyous, Defying days and years passing, This world is dazzlingly young; It is as old as we are! Another old-timey song, Mum-influenced, adopted as a credo of sorts. Let others lament that the world is fading, I am young, and the Valar owe me a life! End of the World - Skeeter Davis Why does the sun go on shining? Why does the sea rush to shore? Don't they know it's the end of the world? 'Cause you don't love me anymore. Mum skedaddled. Stand My Ground - Within Temptation It's all around Getting stronger, coming closer into my world I can feel that it's time for me to face it Can I take it? Trevadriel's emo phase: after she runs away from home, her edgy gimmick ends with the imminent time travel. Hoist up the Thing - The Longest Jones Hoist up the thing! Batten down the whatsit! What's that thing spinning? Somebody should stop it! Turn hard to port! (That's not port?) Now I've got it! Trust me, I'm in control! Fake it till you make it - time travel edition, with huge stakes and little space for failure, wooo! Шелкопряд - Fleur And the seas filled to the brim drop by drop, Stones formed from a single grain of sand. It must be so long, eternity. I'd like to merely do my smallest part, With my short existence To weave at least one thread of silk.

Trevadriel is an elf and will live for a long while, but the world will live longer; it is huge, complicated, and she could never change all of it. She is choosing to do a small part. To gently persist. Hoping that in the end, it will make a difference. North - Sleeping at Last Smaller than dust on this map Lies the greatest thing we have: The dirt in which our roots may grow And the right to call it home Trevadriel finds Himring, swears fealty to Maedhros, and begins to feel truly at home in the Third Age. Children One and All - Mary Travers Some of us learn our lessons poorly Some of us learn them well Some of us find an earthly heaven Some of us live in hell Some of us go right on a'preachin' Without making too much sense Some of us hide behind a wall And some behind a fence But at night you can't you tell picket fences From bricks a tower tall But then we're only children Children one and all Trevadriel is slowly discovering that all people, even the most powerful and intimidating ones, are mere scared children at night, when all differences are meaningless. Riches and Wonders - Eliza Rickman and Jherek Bischoff We are strong, we are faithful We are guardians of a rare thing We pay close, careful attention To the news the morning air brings We show great loyalty To the hard times we've been through ... You felt shelter somewhere in me I find great comfort in you And I keep you safe from harm You hold me in your arms And I want to go home But I am home Trevadriel grows close with her time traveling buddies, filled with hope that they will both prevail in their mission and help each other. Five Foot Three - Flannel Graph Say if I had the kings of the earth on a board And I'd shift them around with their wealth and their swords Say if nations could rise and fall at my whim Oh I'd give you my power all the way to the brim Oh but I'm quite small and I never have it all together And I'm just a girl who doesn't have any diamonds or pearls But don't give me your pity 'cause there's more to life than pretty things So I'll just give you me Yeah I'll just give you me And I'm not even five foot three Maedhros. Чем ты дышишь - Ирина Богушевская What drives your heart, and who is your angel, And for whom were you singing, having lost your voice? Let me not know it, Merely call for me, if the memory grows bitter And oblivion would not deliver you. Let me into each day of your life: To be silent and to meet you without reproach in my eyes, Not knowing what drives your heart. Finrod.

End of the World - Skeeter Davis Why does my heart go on beating? Why do these eyes of mine cry? Don't they know it's the end of the world? It ended when you said, "Good-bye" Finrod told them to fuck off. Finrod told her to fuck off.

[thousand-winters]

For the toh asks, 3, 6, 7, 12!!

Hey there 💕

3. Favorite episode? Why? Ramble as much as you'd like.

Man, this one's really hard because TOH has SUCH good episodes, but I'm going to have to go with what I believe is ultimately the popular answer and say Hollow Mind.

It's just so well done, it's been said again and again but the way they make the reveal of past foreshadowing (Belos being Philip Wittebane, Hunter being a grimwalker) is SO good. Even if you knew or strongly suspected, the way they do it makes it so the impact is perfect, both on the plot going forward and the emotional impact it has on the characters as well (like even if Luz doesn't immediately crumble like Hunter does, you can tell it gets to her and it starts building up overtime until it gets to her being full of guilt and straight up suicidal which... uh oh).

The way they make use of established lore with the mindscape, the foreshadowing and more lore we get for the future (wooo for Wittebanes lore but rip for Flapjack) is just so damn cool. Even while filled with dread while watching, the episode is just so engaging to watch that you can get pretty much focused on it during rewatches as well.

Plus, when it comes to more self-indulgent feelings, Hunter finally getting out from the castle and away from Belos + the papa wold Dadrius moment are just too good for me not to enjoy it. Oh! And on that note, Hunter straight up having a panic attack when they got out of the mindscape also was 10/10 for me, because I'm just not used to media addressing how traumatizing some situations can be for the characters, ngl, I was SO happy to see it and even happier when it continued in Labyrinth Runners, as weird as it sounds.

6. A character you didn't expect to love? What made you start liking them?

Not in a dislike sense at all, but definitely Darius lmao.

I vaguely remember seeing him for the first time and thinking "oh, he's so fun, he has such a cool design as well, and his voice is pretty, it's a shame he's a villain. Anyway-" and just continuing being invested in the Raeda disaster happening right there.

Truly I also found his abomination transformation the coolest thing I've ever seen, but in my mind it was like "we're surely not seeing much of him, oh, well" (which is sadly true, but not in the way I thought), so with such an "unimportant" character, there was no way for me to get invested or love him, right?

WRONG. Dadrius attack.

Listen. Listen. I liked him as a character but not so much as a person, I suppose, though again I never hated him because there was just so little of him for that to happen. But then Any Sport in a Storm happened and watching him doing the Head Chop™️ to Hunter was like "god, I hope this doesn't awaken anything in me".

I think from that moment I started toying with the possibility of him adopting Hunter because I was desperate so it was half joking, half serious and as such, I started thinking more about him as well, which eventually ended up with me and my thousand headcanons and theories about him, his backstory and such. As it happens when you're a Darius fan, it's rough out here.

7. Has the show ever made you cry? What scene(s)?

I cry. so much.

So TOH absolutely got to me. I think the first scene that got to me was the one that gets to everyone, Eda thanking Luz for being in her life and telling her goodbye before transforming into the Owl Beast.

And then you know, Season 2 is life ruining /lh.

So I cried in Separate Tides in the same part Luz wants to cry lmao, I cried in Eda's Requiem, I cried in Reaching Out, I cried in O Titan, I cried in King's Tide.

Shoutout to me crying also at Hunter talking about being unable to trust himself in Labyrinth Runners, and I still can't watch Keeping Up A-fear-ances without crying, that one's hitting a little too close to home for comfort, frankly lmao.

I think the rest is also very predictable, Thanks to Them when Flapjack died, For the Future during Camila and Luz's conversation and Watching and Dreaming when Luz dies and pretty much the whole scene with the Owl Trio fighting together, plus the ending. Like I said, I cry a lot.

12. What do you consider the most memorable scene? Why?

Another hard one.

Objectively speaking, I feel like there are two super memorable scenes: The repetition of Luz's speech about "I'm the good witch!" through the show and the way it gets recontextualized each time, from it being just kinda silly and about her using it as escapism a little bit, to her using it to reclaim her belonging to the two worlds she chose for herself and her identity as part of them with all the people she loves.

I would call that one probably the most memorable one. I think the other that everyone remembers, which is why I would say it's memorable as well, is Eda telling Luz the whole thing about how everyone was to be chosen, but if one just waited for that, they'd die waiting, that you have to choose yourself. Even more memorable since it came back during Watching and Dreaming.

Personally, definitely less sweet and less overall plot important, but a scene that haunts me forever and ever is the palisman souls in Belos' Mind finally reaching Luz and Hunter and the reveal that they're palisman souls in the first place: It's so damn chilling when they start talking with the whole "danger! get away from him! run!". Just... holy shit. Okay, that makes me one to cry too, we have established I'm a crybaby ajsfjsdg

I'm just... the amount of compassion for them to be suffering like that and to go "this happened to us, he killed us, please, get away, we don't want him to kill you too, we don't want you to suffer too", especially considering that Hunter had accidentally contributed in some of those deaths. I'm gonna go cry some more, actually, bye asfhsdg

Thanks for the questions 💗

From this ask meme

[charmed-asylum]

I’m writing me a 2k letter and I’m scream bc we got Bucky n a cabin w his gonna be queen. wooo lord each time I see Bucky each movie it’s a new wave of feelings because while most don’t change Bucky like maybe Thor ish change just by a clip u can tell which ones which so when we got this little snip I was ready and girl you didn’t come empty handed. Eeeeee sorry bc bc I was humming some Aaliyah so I’m using her gig for this. Let’s start with the set up . 

There so many way you could start this serious business or just start it with him here with flashback. But you did it right. One thing great about Sam and Bucky relationship is the dynamic between two. Because one gray thing about those two is the difference in comparison between what Steve and him have they both have something unique that the combination doesn’t work out, but with these two is kinda like a rule please start wrong in my mind like a either sibling relationship oldest n youngest . Which goes with the banter. I love it we stuck where only Sam know what each of the two reader and Bucky situation is. Which gives a level of mystery. I love it like only Sam would be flirting charming and serious all at once .

And we also get to see the fall out of how it is with him as new cap which maybe with Bucky giving up sweet eeeeeeee and shit he might not be so open also besides Steve even tho he don’t want to say it sam all he got and of course he gonna feel like a burden but is the answer sending him in isolation with what ever he going tho w a girl in a cabin. Like cabin coco woods banging . Also we seeing or hearing from Sam or this a trap . 🪤 still I wonder lovely set up I feel a new favorite coming along.

The House Guest 1

Warnings: non/dubcon, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Character: Bucky Barnes

Summary: an old acquaintance calls in a favour, leaving you with an unexpected house guest.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging ❤️

“When I said I owed you,” you whisper and look over your shoulder. 

“Talk as quiet as you want, he’s got super hearing. Can’t even squeak out a silent but deadly with this guy,” Sam chuckles. 

“Wow, that’s gross,” you crinkle your nose. 

“I can be a nasty boy.” 

“Not better,” you give him an apprehensive look as you face him. “I saw him on the news.” 

“Hey, I was there too,” Sam chirps. 

“I know that but...” 

“He got a bit trigger happy. We’re just waiting for things to blow over. He needs a calming personality.” 

“So not you,” you retort. 

“No, not me. I’m into choking but not by him,” he snickers. 

“I can hear you,” the man leaning on the car hood snaps back as the sucker in his mouth hits his teeth. 

“Oh, I know,” Sam shoots a finger gun in his direction. “Also, he’s giving up smoking so he’s a bit testy.” 

“No, I spent eight hours in a car with you so I’m pissed off,” the grumbly sidekick hurls back. 

You look between them. Sam Wilson, the new Cap, superhero, avengers, comedian, and Bucky Barnes, Winter Soldier, assassin, and... mystery. You should refuse. You owe him but that much? A near-fugitive in your house? 

“Sam, I don’t exactly got a guest room,” you cross your arms. 

“Look, if the dame don’t wanna take me, don’t twist her arm,” Bucky sneers and bites into the sucker, scraping the stick with his teeth. “I can figure myself out.” 

“That’s what you said before the explosion. I’m not falling for it again, man,” Sam shoots back and shakes his head. He puts his hands on his hips and faces you. “You’re not just doing a service to me, but to America.” 

“Yes, okay, but this is Canada.” 

His eyes drift in realisation and his lashes flutter, “right, but we’re allies.” He looks at you again and smiles, “I thought Canadians were nice.” 

You roll your eyes. “Goddamnit. Fine.” 

“Like I said,” Bucky approaches, “I can go somewhere else. I don’t wanna be a burden.” 

“It’s not you,” you assure him. “There isn’t much space, that’s all. If you’re fine with that, so am I.” 

“I told him, it’s not a big deal,” Bucky huffs. “But he insists.” 

“I have to insist. I’m the Captain now.” 

“You keep saying,” he turns on Sam. “So why don’t you get that shield and we’ll see if you’re really up to that title.” 

“Alright, alright,” you step between them. You’re not a fan of conflict. Sam knows that and that’s why he brought him here. “No need to argue. You got a couch,” you look at Bucky then turn to the other man, “and you have a long ride home.” 

“Wait, you’re kicking me out?” Sam says. 

“If you stay any longer, I won’t stop him. I said he could stay, I said nothing about mediating whatever this is,” you wiggle your finger between them. 

Bucky snorts. He’s just as bad as Sam. They seem to only know how to goad the other.  

“Fair. I mean, you don’t want this guy getting any grumpier. He’s already such a treat,” Sam smirks. 

“Enough, I just told you,” you wag your index at him. “Well, nice to meet ya,” you turn and offer your hand to Bucky, “welcome to Canada.” 

“Thanks,” he says, though you can sense him staring down the other man. 

“Sam, have a safe trip. You need water or anything for the road?” You offer over your shoulder. 

“Nah, I think I’m good. A nice ride home alone. With good music. Think I’m set.” He cackles. 

“You wouldn’t know good music if it shot you in the face,” Bucky growls. 

“Dude, go get your bag out of my car,” Sam snips. “Good riddance, is what I say.” 

“Drive safe,” you shake your head as you walk toward the house. “I was in the middle of something.” 

You climb the porch steps and leave the inner door open as the screen door snaps shut behind you. Out of sight, you stop to shake off the adrenaline. You only realise then how the unexpected rival stirred you up. You weren’t ready for Sam but especially not a houseguest. Still, the only reason you have this place is because of that man. You can do this. 

You take a breath and go back to the kitchen. If Sam trusts Bucky, you can too. You’re not one to welcome in strangers, especially men, but this is different. And even if he asked, it wasn’t much of a choice. 

You wash your hands and dry them before pushing your sleeves back up. The striped button-up isn’t exactly your Sunday best. You add breadcrumbs to the bowl of raw beef as you hear footsteps on the porch. The door opens slowly and gently hits the frame. You listen to your guest as he sighs in the entryway. 

The house is small. One-floor, a single bedroom, a bathroom, a living room and a kitchen with a small dining table that doubles as your workspace. It isn’t much, but it’s yours. And it’s history. Your family’s. 

You sense him hovering just outside the doorway. You glance behind yourself and hang your hands over the brim of the bowl. You still need to chop the veggies but that can wait. It isn’t his fault Sam decided this would be the balance in the scales. 

“Let me show you around.” You cross the kitchen as he peers through.  

His beard is dark, his hair overgrown and pushed back behind his ears, and tugs at the bottom of his denim jacket. He looks skittish as you approach. He has a duffel bag in his hand. 

“Look, sorry if I came off short. You know how Sam can be,” you say. 

“I do. He assumes a lot,” he mutters. 

“Sure does. So, like I said, it’s not a big house. Kitchen here,” you point over your shoulder, “living room behind you, bathroom down the hall and the bedroom. There’s a back door. Yard’s bigger than the house.” 

“Got it.” 

“So, you’ll have to camp out on the couch but good news, it’s from 1987 so it folds out,” you squeeze by him and lead the way into the front room. 

“Beats a full barracks,” he comments. 

You nod and peek over at him. “Guess that makes sense.” 

He sniffs, “thanks. Really.” 

“Again, not too much,” you gesture to the room. “I gotta finish the meatloaf.” 

“Think I can handle it,” he affirms.