#also reading this makes me cringe a bit

[rainbow-flavoured-skittles]

incompete drabble from the we're all dead here au that will probably never be finished. I was going to add a lot more but lost motivation and my wip list is kinda full right now so :/

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Lloyd was a strange child. That was a fact of life. Nobody was quite sure how exactly he was strange, but he simply was. The sky was blue, the ocean was salty, Lloyd was a strange child. 

Lloyd himself knew this as well. He did not enjoy talking to his peers at school, instead wandering around on his own during recess and looking at things that caught his interest, such as a particularly large beetle, or a bright red maple leaf, or the little ants that marched along the pavement. The teachers would look at him and tell him to go make some friends, to which he would say “no thanks,”and walk away.

On this day, a lovely August afternoon, Lloyd was running through the park away from his cousin Morro, who had been given the task of watching him for a few hours.

“You’ll never catch me!” Lloyd yelled. He ran past an old lady walking her dog, nearly knocking her over in the process, and slammed into a bench.

“Whoah, kid, you okay?” A voice asked. Oops, Lloyd thought. He must have bumped into some innocent person who’d been sitting on the bench. 

“Sorry, sir,” Lloyd said. His head was still spinning from his fall.

Silence, and then some strangled noises. “You can see me?” 

“Huh?” Lloyd looked up at the person. He was older than Lloyd, at least high school age, with spiky brown hair and freckled skin. There were large, angry red marks on his face that resembled burns. And he was transparent and glowing. That was strange.

“Why are you glowing?” Lloyd blurted. Then he regretted it. It was probably rude to ask that sort of question — what if it was a sensitive topic?

The boy laughed. “Because I do,” he said mischievously.

“Are you a ghost?” 

“Yes.”

Lloyd’s eyes widened. “Really?”

“What else would be bright green and glowy?”

“A glow stick?”

The boy hummed. “I’m not sure what a glow stick is, but sure.”

“They’re sticks,” Lloyd told him seriously. “You crack them and then they glow. They come in lots of different colours too.”

“Sounds interesting,” the boy said.

“What’s your name?” Lloyd extended a hand. “Mine is Lloyd.”

The boy smirked. “Kai,” he said.

“Your name is Kai?”

“Yes.”

“That’s a cool name,” Lloyd declared. He had never heard that name before, but it suited this boy.

“LLOYD!” Morro came barrelling up to the two. It had taken him a surprisingly long amount of time to catch up. “You can’t just run off like that.”

“But I wanted to play tag,” Lloyd pouted. “And I made a friend! This is Kai,” he gestured to the older boy.

Morro frowned and looked at Lloyd. “There’s no one there.”

“No, he’s right there!” 

Morro looked over at the bench again. He could not see anything there. But children were known for having active imaginations, so he nodded and said, “well, say goodbye to Kai, then. We have to go home.”

“But I don’t wanna!” Lloyd exclaimed. When else was he going to meet another real, live ghost? Well, perhaps not live, exactly, but still a ghost.

“Listen to your brother, kid,” Kai said.

“He’s not my brother, he’s my cousin,” Lloyd told him.

“Cousin, then. Listen to your cousin, okay?”

“Can I see you again, though?” Lloyd looked at Kai hopefully.

“Sure.”

“Okay,” Lloyd said defeatedly. He grabbed Morro’s hand. “We can go, but only if we come back tomorrow.”

Morro sighed. “Fine.”

“Bye! See you tomorrow!” Lloyd waved at Kai. 

Kai waved back, and the next time Lloyd turned around he was gone.

[aroaessidhe]

2024 reads / storygraph

Bury Your Gays

Horror

a scriptwriter in hollywood who’s getting attention & an Oscar nom after working in the industry for years, but is being pressured by algorithm-obsessed producers to kill off the queer characters in the season finale of the show he writes

and when he starts getting stalked by the monsters he wrote (based on traumas of his past) he has to figure out how to survive, along with his best friend and boyfriend

[melien]

Jena💚

[r-aindr0p]

I was JUST listening to lovelessxxx omg!!!

Ahhh vanan'ice songs are still being listened to after all these years ✨ I love them esp because they also have nice art in the MVs my two other fave songs might be immortal memory/the lost memory and tsukiyo no otome ! I just love tsukiyo no otome's MV so so much the art speaks to me a lot I want to draw a cool fanart of it, the designs and colors are just really neat ✨✨

[hickeygender]

you ever write up a combination of words you're really proud of at the time bc you think it's vivid but it's actually so atrocious that you remember it eight years later bc it's burned itself into your long-term memory? just me?

[catboygirljoker]

rip luxu you would've loved watching "real housetoons of disney town" or whatever

oh 100% xigbar would be into trashy reality TV. the trashier the better. yells at the screen like he's watching sports. hear him all the way across the castle that never was yelling "OH that BITCH"

i think there might be some soap operas he'd like, too. theyd have to be REALLY dramatic though. ive thought about drawing him watching general hospital and reacting to his own va's character on that show but that would require watching his va act in a live action thing and for some reason i get really bad secondhand embarrassment from anything involving james patrick stuart outside of xigbar, so . there are dreams that cannot be

[crows-of-buckets]

Its the middle of the night and instead of sleeping I keep thinking about Aviae and Anders's dynamic ougaggga

[opens-up-4-nobody]

...

[pa-pa-plasma]

(pick the one that applies most to you & elaborate in the tags/comments if you want)

[bittersweetresilience]

i'm not really one to post snippets but... you know, since i'm unlikely to publish any of this anyway... i was going back through my fics and i am thoroughly charmed by how much i forgot i wrote. in about two minutes i'm going to forget i'm a fine writer and i enjoy my work again but for now i'm riding the high... such is life

[todayisafridaynight]

there's only two things on this godless fuck of an earth i care about and one of them is kazumaji and the other is minedai which means half the time i am eating well and thriving and living my best life and the other half of the time i am clinging to your blog like a lifebuoy and devouring anything even slightly minedai related i see so what i'm saying is thank you for existing and doing what you do, it keeps me sane

my god you really are starving i'm so sorry my sweet summer child i'll do my best to take care of you. very happy to have you around Very Joyed to hear i can keep you afloat my brother

[ikyw-t]

I do relate to olivia rodrigo in some ways for example I did have nightmares each week (every day for months) after that phone call in may (march). I fantasize (once every other blue moon) about a time where you're a little fucking sorry. except I do not hold my undying love (there is not even an iota of love, if there ever was) like a grudge and also I will never ever forgive bc you were indeed filled with vitriol. and unfortunately I also cannot let it go. it was six months (three years) of torture. I did NOT love you truly and I cannot laugh at the stupidity. I may have made some real big mistakes but you do indeed make the worst one look fine. like..............

[thursdayg1rl]

didn't realise that the summer I turned pretty season 2 was still going lmaoo. I finished episode 6 and was like well damn I guess this is it. here we go again ig

[yatiso]

entering my mostly sober era fr this shit kindve rocks ngl

[causenessus]

i’m thinking about the way that they both tried to push each other away but they’re meant to be. and they kept coming into each other’s lives. what bon iver meant when they said “i have buried you in every place i’ve been / you keep ending up in my shaking hands.” (a song for a lover of long time ago). also made me think of the quote “you want to watch the world burn?” “let me guess, you’ll set it on fire?” “no, i’ll hand you the match and stand at your back.” definitely such a power couple kind of like calloused hands yn and kuroo but let me word it this way: they both look like they could kill you and could but iwaizumi won’t because he’ll watch you get beat to a pulp by y/n. and he’ll just be watching y/n the entire time like “damn, i love her.” when they get married and they say their vows, he says “‘til death do us part and even after” and he MEANS it. take one good look at iwaizumi hajime and tell me he wouldn’t tear the world in two with his bare hands for y/n. and i just know they have the best midnight dates. sometimes they're out making late convenience runs saying "i shouldn't eat this." "fuck that." and sometimes they're in their kitchen together, making pancakes at 1 am.

BRUISED-H. IWAIZUMI SMAU

as a professional boxer, yn is used to shaking off bruises. it helps that iwaizumi’s always been there to take care of her.

main masterlist

status: completed

tags: iwaizumi x f!reader, childhood friends to lovers, roommates to lovers, mutual pining, misunderstanding

warnings: language, alcohol use, violence/blood, adult themes, angst, flawed characters, anger issues, depression, injuries, will be an excessive amount of written chapters, grammatical mistakes probably, everyone probably will be out of character, please note warnings may change as story progresses, and to check each chapter for individual warnings

playlist to accompany ur reading

minors dni & other rules

bonus: yn style guide | iwa style guide

introductions: yn’s gc | iwaizumi’s gc | roommates gc

teaser!

part one: rest in peace, kageyama

part two: context clues

part three: "argentina"

part four: not slutty enough

part five: my person [✐]

->bonus! six years back [✐]

part six: making room

part seven: the healing power of shit talking [✐]

part eight: another, unknown yn

part nine: in crisis

part ten: a test

->bonus! seven years back [✐]

part eleven: pissing contest [✐]

part twelve: rock bottom

part thirteen: lonely [✐]

part fourteen: i love brazil!

part fifteen: he's here

part sixteen: oikawa what is this behavior

part seventeen: dumbasses

part eighteen: three time [✐]

part nineteen: four years later [✐]