#anyway help a bitch out if you can with a follow and some interaction

[itsaviciousslittleworld]

so anyway I made a fake Twitter to catfish my coworkers husband (dw shes in on it) cuz he be doing shady shit, and now I have to pretend to be a conservative america-loving right-winger and its kinda funny cuz I have no idea how to do that. but yeah follow me on fake Twitter @livy_jayyy

[athenamikaelson]

Written in the Stars

Klaus Mikaelson x Reader!Soulmate x Elijah Mikaelson PART 1

Word Count- 4.3k

Warnings- Swearing, blood, death, panic attacks, mentions of the confederacy (ew)

A/N- This will be a slow-burn series.

The reader has a brother, I know it’s not very X Reader, but it’s to help the storyline.

I brush down the black tie my younger brother is wearing, the satin fabric making me slightly cringe. 

“Are you sure you’re not going to go? We can go show those stuffy old bitches how to really party.” I let out a small huff at Theo’s question, shaking my head amusingly. 

“I’d rather not spend my Friday night with a bunch of Mystic Falls’ elite. Hearing them talk about how they’re so proud of their southern heritage,” Both my brother and I let out sounds of disgust, “the Confederates lost get over it.”

Theo stands in front of the hallway mirror and goggles himself. Where I am rather introverted, my younger brother is most likely the most self-confident person I have ever met. He has called himself, “A gift to the human race,” on more than one occasion. So it takes him about a good 9 minutes to gaze at himself in the mirror before we walk out the front door to the car. 

We drive in silence, or I drive in silence as Theo hypes himself up in the passenger side mirror. 

After a 10-minute drive that seems to have taken at least twice that time, we finally reach the long driveway of the mayor’s house. 

“Why are you even going to this masquerade thing anyways, you hate dances,” I ask him as we wait behind a line of cars.

“Tyler is my football captain, and this thing is to honor his father, I’m here for my fellow man,” Theo presses a fist to his chest and puts on a fake sympathy look.

“So you’re actually doing it because you want to get on Tyler’s good side so he puts you on Varsity?”

Theo’s sympathetic look drops and is replaced with a shit-eating grin, “You know me so well.”

As we get to the front of the line of cars, I hum along to the Coldplay song playing on the radio.

“So what are you going to do while waiting for me?”

I pull my car up to the front of the “house” which is really just a mansion. 

“I have a feeling you won’t be here very long, or stay out of trouble so I’m just going to park somewhere and wait for you.”

My brother does a look that looks like he agrees with me about him getting into trouble and nods his head in agreement. I put the car in park and Theo unbuckles his seat and gets out, straightening out his suit as he goes.

“Bye nerd, don’t wait up!” Theo yells as he climbs the stairs walking past Mystic Falls’ elite. I let out a sigh and pull away to find a parking spot. 

—

My fingers graze the pages of my book as I glance at the time, Theo has been here for over an hour now and hasn’t shown any signs of leaving. I bring my back up to continue reading when a figure in the distance catches my eye. I lean forward and catch a glimpse of who I believe is Elena Gilbert. Elena’s a popular girl in my grade, who I’ve probably had two interactions within my short time here in Mystic Falls. I don’t know much about her other than that she’s dating some guy named Stefan, her parents died in a car accident and her brother is in the same grade as Theo. Theo and Elena’s brother don’t hang out either because Theo says he’s a “stoner emo.” Theo’s never been one to keep his thoughts to himself. 

Elena seems to walk with a slight limp which makes me slightly concerned but nothing to make me go out and try to talk to her. I hate talking to people in general, especially kids my age. Elena has always seemed nice but I’m not taking the risk.

 Or at least I wasn’t until I saw a man in a mask start following behind her. I may hate interacting with people but I would never let another girl get attacked if I had the power to stop it. The next thing I know I’m hopping out of my car and jogging behind them. 

“Elena behind you!” I yell to her, but I freeze as the man hits her and knocks her to the ground. I let out a yelp as I turned to try to get help but a sharp pain hits my skull and everything goes black. 

—-

“Y/N, can you hear me?” A voice comes from above me and a wave of nausea washes over me. My eyes open and close a dozen times trying to get used to the bright light before I can focus on the person in front of me. Elena Gilbert. Why is Elena Gilbert in my bedroom?  I mean she’s really pretty and all I just thought she had a boyfriend. I’m not a homewrecker. 

“Oh thank god you’re awake!” Elena whisper-yells to me as she brushes a piece of my hair behind my head and grimaces when she looks at my forehead. She brings her hand back and a wave of fear and disgust washes over me as I see her hand covered in a red liquid. Blood. My blood. I try to bring my hand up but Elena stops me.

“Don’t exert yourself we don’t want it to bleed more, okay?” She gives me a small smile but something about it makes me feel uneasy. I don’t understand why until I turn my gaze away from her and look at our surroundings. Dirt-covered walls, glass-covered floors, and a mildew stench are what take focus. I’ve always been sensitive to smells but with the addition of my raging migraine, I am fighting the urge to keep down the rising bile in my throat. 

My breathing starts to quicken and I can feel the start of a panic attack starting to make an appearance. 

“Elena, where are we?” I wouldn’t be surprised if she didn’t understand what I was saying since my words seemed to be jumbling together. 

Elena glances around us and gives me a solemn look.

“I don’t know, I woke up here a little while ago before I was knocked back out by the people that took us. I’m truly sorry about this Y/N, I would never wish for you to be a part of this.”

I furrow my eyebrows at her last comment as if she were responsible for the reason we were taken.

“It’s not your fault,” I shake my head and start tapping my fingers together one by one. It’s a thing I do whenever my anxiety gets too strong, almost as a way to ground me. 

Elena’s eyebrows mirror mine and she goes to say something but a young man with shaggy hair walks in.

“Oh goody, the other ones awake. How are you doing sleeping beauty?” 

The man starts to walk over to me with a look in his eyes that makes the bile in my throat inch even closer to the surface. But within another second Elena stands from beside me on what I can see now is a couch and blocks me from the man’s view.

“I’m the one you want, Y/N is innocent, just let her go.” 

I want to back Elena up and defend her too but with the migraine and the onslaught of emotions I’m feeling right now being verbal isn’t something I see happening in my current future. 

“You’re right Dopalicious, she’s not, but I can’t just let her go, what if she were to go and warn those friends of yours? Can’t let that happen now can we?” 

Elena goes to stand her ground but within a blink of an eye, Elena is shoved backward and lands on the other side of the couch. I jump backward at the action which gives the man the opportunity to come in front of me. I start trembling as I look up to him I try to push farther back into the couch but I’m squished into it as far as I can go. 

“Stay away from me,” Finally able to find somewhat of my voice again. This doesn’t seem to scare away the man, and honestly, I don’t blame him. My voice sounded like it came from a scared 5-year-old. 

“Just a taste, I’m starving.” My mouth opens to question what he says but a millisecond later I feel myself being grabbed and a sharp piercing attacks the left side of my neck. I’m hyperventilating and screaming at the same time somehow as I hear Elena’s yells from beside us. 

“Don’t touch her!” Elena’s yell comes from beside us and I’m thrown away back onto the couch. I’m disorientated as I look up to see the man before me rubbing his cheek and Elena standing next to him holding her right hand. She’d punched him. My vision strays from Elena’s red knuckles back up to the man, who has something dripping from his mouth. My chest feels like it locks up as I stare at the liquid dripping, everything seems to be going in slow motion for me as I watch the drops start at the man's chapped lips to the drops of blood falling onto the cracked hardwood floors. Wait, blood. He has blood dripping from his mouth. Had Elena punched him that hard? I start to believe that possibility until I feel a wetness drip between my chest. 

My already shaking hand comes up to my chest as I swipe a finger along the liquid. My vision blurs as the red liquid drips from my fingertip down into the palm of my hand. I can’t register Elena’s voice as she kneels in front of me and presses something to my neck. The blood coating my hand is all I can see and smell. 

“Y/N….Y/N! Just focus on my voice ok, breathe. I think you’re having a panic attack.” A cool hand is pressed onto the side of my face and I close my eyes at the embrace. 

“Ok that’s good, I’m going to stand you up to get a better look at your neck ok?” 

I feel like I’m running on auto-pilot or something else is controlling my body and mind as I stand up and grip Elena’s upper arms to keep myself steady. Elena returns the pink fabric from my neck and leans down to glance at the wound.

“Ok, it’s not as bad as I had originally thought. Just keep this here and it’ll help control the bleeding.” 

I must still be in shock because Elena has to bring the shirt to my hand, wrap my fingers around it, and finally press my hand into my neck. The shock of pain washes through me and brings me back to reality. My vision can’t seem to focus on one thing for too long as my eyes keep darting from the blood on the floor, my blood, to the look on Elena’s face, to the man standing behind us with a scowl on his ugly face. Blood, Elena, man. Blood, Elena, man. Blood, Elena, man. This sequence continues until another person enters the room, a woman.

“He’s here.” The woman with a pixie cut says, her voice seemingly scared.

The man next to us shifts his scowl into a look of pure fear.

“This was a mistake,” He rushes over to the woman and shakes his head. 

“No, I told you I would get us out of this. You have to trust me,” She tries to talk him down which only seems to freak him out more.

“No! He wants me dead Rose,”

The woman points at Elena, “He wants her more.” I glance to Elena who is standing in front of me slightly as if to hide me from the two strangers or cannibals. Since I’ve calmed down momentarily and I’ve begun to stop the tears that had unbeknownst to me had fallen on my cheeks, I’ve realized that I’ve been kidnapped by cannibals, that being the only reasonable explanation I can come up with.

The two cannibals start arguing about some man but I turn to Elena who looks almost as scared as I feel. 

“What’s going on Elena, who’s coming?” I whisper to her.

Elena turns her head slightly to me and gives me a frown and a shake of her head. 

“A man named Elijah, but don’t worry ok,” Elena grabs my free hand and holds it in her own, “I’m not going to let them hurt you anymore ok?”

I nod trying to find comfort in her words but the girl in front of me is 17 years old and maybe 120 pounds I don’t see how she’s going to protect us both from two cannibals and whatever mega cannibal these two are terrified of. I don’t know if the other guy is a cannibal but using context clues I’m guessing he is. 

“What are we?” The woman’s voice brings my attention back to them as I see her grab his arms. This seems to calm the man down. 

“We’re family. Forever.” 

I might’ve found this endearing if it weren’t for the fact the man had my blood drying on his upper lip and they were literal cannibals. 

A loud knock startles all four of us as Elena and I both shoot each other wary glances. Our hands are still intertwined. I don’t usually like being touched but given the circumstances I can let this slide. 

The woman looks over at Elena and me as Elena slightly turns her head, “You’re scared.” Elena comments. The woman says something else to her friend and then runs up the stairs 

—

What seems like forever of waiting and pacing around is broken up by footsteps coming from the top of the banister. I can feel Elena freeze up from beside me as we both look up to see a man in a suit staring down at her. The man has dark hair and eyes and a chiseled face. Why is this cannibal not ugly? Wrong Turn had it all wrong. We all stand there watching Elena and the suited cannibal stare at each other. I can feel Elena’s shaking hand in my own and try to comfort her by squeezing her hand to let her know I’m right beside her. That is until the man transports himself from the top of the banister to in front of Elena in the blink of an eye. The movement has me losing my balance and falling back onto the couch. 

No one seems to notice me as my panic attack starts to build up as I try to understand how this is possible. How could he have been that fast, it’s impossible. Oh god, I'm going to throw up. 

“And who is this?” A deep voice comes from above me and my stomach flips at the sound. Defiantly going to throw up. 

“She’s no one. She has nothing to do with this, just please leave her alone.” 

Hearing Elena’s voice makes me raise my head and I regret it instantly because I lock eyes with the suited monster who is now standing above me staring down at me. The man’s face instantly goes slack as his eyes meet mine, a look of recognition seems to pass through his dark eyes as they move fast across my face. The man opens and closes his mouth many times as if he can’t quite find the right words to say. The slack expression from before softens into something that makes my stomach flip again. This guy is so going to kill me when I throw up on his expensive ass shoes. His soft, dark pink lips curve up at the corners slightly.

“You’re real.” 

These are the first words to come out of the man’s mouth. Everyone else in the room seems to know just as much as me with what he’s talking about because they all have looks of confusion on their faces. Feels somewhat comforting to be on the same page as everyone else for once. 

The man doesn’t once take his eyes off of me this entire time though, “What is your name, Elskan?” 

I freeze under his stare and try to avert my eyes, this gives Elena the ability to step in for me. 

“Her name is Y/N,” I look to the man as he mouths my name slightly to himself as if he wants to know how it sounds on his tongue, “Please don’t hurt her Elijah, she doesn’t even know about the supernatural, I’ll go with you willingly.” 

Elena’s words make me freeze up. What does she mean by supernatural? I flinch as the man, Elijah, brings his hand up. This stops him for a moment. 

“I would never harm you. You have my word on that.” I can only sit there frozen as he cups my face with his hand and uses his thumb to brush a stray tear away that must’ve fallen during one of my many panic attacks. He seems delighted at the moment until the soft expression he has on his face darkens into something that makes that bile rise even farther up. His eyes dart from the top of my head and drag themselves down to my chest and neck. I try to move away but his hand has a soft but firm hold on my face. 

“Who did this to you?” 

My eyebrows furrow at his question, and I must’ve not answered quickly enough because he turns to glare at Elena. Which makes her flinch.

“The head injury is from the kidnapping and then the bite is from um,” she glances towards my neck and then to Trevor who looks like he’s about to internally combust. She goes silent again at Elijah’s stare and he turns his attention back towards me. The glare was long gone and replaced once again with a softer look.

“I see. Here,” I have to swallow back down the bile as I watch the man rip into his wrist and put it in front of my face expectantly. I sit there in horror and quickly look to Elena who doesn’t look as surprised as she defiantly should given that this man just BIT HIMSELF. 

“It’s true Y/N, it’ll heal you.” 

I open my mouth to say something which must’ve somehow been an ok to the man as he presses his wrist to my open mouth. I’m about to push him off, or at least try, but stop at the heavenly liquid that spills into my mouth. Elijah brings his other hand up to brush back my fallen hair.

  “Good girl, Elskan.” 

Elijah removes his wrist and I sit there silently staring at my lap as I realize what I had just done. I just drank fucking blood, and I liked it?!??! Oh god, does this make me a cannibal now?

Elijah seems to be fighting an inner battle as he moves his eyes away from mine and onto the man behind us. Elena and I watch before us as Elijah approaches the scared man/cannibal thing. Thing because I’m not sure what the actual hell is going on here. 

“I’ve waited so long for this day, Elijah. Truly very sorry.” 

Trevor says with a bowed head as Elijah circles him. Almost how a predator would circle its prey. 

“Well, no, your apology is not necessary,” Elijah responds but something in his tone doesn’t sit right with me.

“Yes, yes it is. You trusted me with Katerina. And I failed you.”

“Well, yes, you are the guilty one,” Elijah glances at him and then up to the woman, “And Rose aided you because she was loyal to you. That I honor…”

Elijah comes to stand in front of the man, “Where was your loyalty?”

“I beg your forgiveness.”

The oxygen in the room seems to be dwindling as everyone watches the interaction.

“So granted.” 

The deep breath I was to let out is replaced by a scream and I can only watch in horror as Elijah throws his hand over to the man who decapitates him. A heart-wrenching wail comes from Rose and I can’t seem to take my eyes away from the body-less head that is lying in front of me. 

“I’m going to-” Vomit spits from my mouth and onto the floor in front of me, the burning from the back of my throat causes tears to build up and block my vision. I feel someone lift my hand and hold it away from my face. For a second I thought it was Elena before Elijah’s voice came from beside me.

“I’m truly sorry, Elskan. I shouldn’t have done that in front of you.” 

I lift my head to stare at him and find him kneeling right next to me. He reaches into his front pocket grabs a fancy napkin and wipes my mouth with it. Not seeming disgusted just saddened. He wraps his hand in my mind and stands me up. 

“We can leave now, we have quite the journey ahead of us,” Elijah leads me over to where Elena is standing and motions for her to follow.

“No! What about the moonstone?” She questions him.

He stands in front of her with a small scowl, “What do you know about the moonstone?”

“I know that you need it. And I know where it is. I can help you get it”

Elijah nods his head, “Tell me where it is.” 

“It doesn’t work that way.”

Elijah’s eyebrow twitches in annoyance as he glances back at Rose, “Are you negotiating with me?”

Rose just shakes her head and tells him she doesn’t know anything. Elijah then turns back around to stare at Elena for a moment before scowling and reaching up to her necklace, ripping it off. 

“What is this vervain doing around your neck,” He throws the necklace behind him and grabs Elena by the neck, dropping my hand in the process. I go to try to get her away but Elijah shoots me a warning look that has me freezing in place, “Tell me where the moonstone is.”

In a monotone voice, Elena replies, “In the tomb underneath the church ruins.”

“What is it doing there?”

“It’s with Kathrine.”

The rest of their interaction is cut short when a glass shatters from somewhere upstairs. Elijah comes over to me and grabs me by my waist bringing me into him almost protectively. 

“What was that?” He asks Rose.

“I don’t know.”

“Who else is in this house?’’ To which he gets the same response. 

Elijah grabs Elena quite harshly with his free hand and guides both of us to the top of the banister. His hand never moved from the top of my hip. Once we make it to the entryway something rushes by us, Elijah pushes Elena off into Rose’s arms but never drops his hold on me. 

“Up here.”

“Down Here.”

A voice call from the top and bottom of the stairs caught all of our attention. Elijah lifts his hand from my hip and motions for me to go over to Rose.

“Don’t let her out of your sight.” He warns her as he moves to the staircase. 

A moment goes by before something flies through the air and pierces itself through Elijah’s hand. I let out a yelp but Elijah doesn’t even seem fazed. 

My vision is blurred for a moment as I now standing next to Rose with an unfamiliar dark-haired man in front of us. He motions with his finger to be quiet. Ya as if I was going to say anything anyway. 

“Excuse me,” Elijah’s voice comes from below, “To whom it may concern. You’re making a grave mistake if you think that you can beat me. And you can’t. You hear that? I repeat, you cannot beat me. So I want the girls on the count of three, or heads will roll.” 

The man who has his hands on Rose’s and I’s mouths moves his head to glance at Elijah downstairs. 

“Do we understand each other?” 

“I’ll come with you,” I perk up at Elena’s voice. Wondering what the actual hell she was doing. But the blue-eyed man in front of me shakes his head at me telling me not to move. 

“Just please don’t hurt my friends. They just wanted to help me out.”

“What game are you playing with me? Where is Y/N? I won’t be leaving without her.” Elijah’s skeptical voice questions her. There’s a sound a medal, and then a loud boom,  before Elijah lets out a yell. The sound for some reason makes my chest feel like it wants to cave in on itself. Rustling and fighting sounds come from below us before the man holding Rose and I leave. Rose runs after him, but I can’t seem to get my feet to work so I just sit there on the dusty floor staring at the wall peeling wallpaper in front of me. 

A few moments pass before I hear Elena’s voice along with two unfamiliar men, one who I’m assuming is the blue-eyed guy from before. 

“Where is Y/N,” Elena asks.

“Are you talking about that girl that smells like vomit?” A snarky voice questions her. If I hadn’t just gotten kidnapped and had one of the worst days of my life, I might take offense but I did just get kidnapped and honestly, I do smell like vomit so he’s not wrong. 

“I think she’s over there.” 

Footsteps get closer to me as I look up with tears in my eyes at Elena. She gives me a small smile before kneeling and wrapping her arms around me in a hug. 

“What is happening Elena?” 

“I’ll explain everything if you want me to ok? Let’s just get out of here first ok?”

Elena stands up and reaches down her hand for me to take, and with a deep breath, I do.

[oh-no-its-bird]

Obkk modern au where where Kakashi and Obito are online friends who have never seen eachothers faces. It's a years long friendship (and mutual silent crush) where they've helped eachother through what was truly the darkest parts of eachothers lives.

But irl they also happen to know eachother from childhood due to having gone to the same schools and shared the same classes, and they fucking DESPISE the other. You can not stick them in a room without someone starting a fight.

When they interact irl, play into specifically the early dynamics of obkk, with kind of superficially happy/dumb Obito and a "follow the rules to the letter" grumpy overachiever Kakashi

But when they're online, play more into the older obkk dynamic.

Where Obito shows that he has a pretty big mean streak/humor and a serious talent for playing dumb; where he overlays his happier side irl for just social reasons.

While Kakashi shows he's actually super lazy and imperfect with most other factors of his life outside of work/school (and ofc downplays his actual work ethic when it comes to work/school, framing himself as doing bare minimum when he should really do more (bc he genuinley believes that)) and has a pretty wicked sense of humor himself, a love of over-romantic, fluffy porn, and a habit of using endless "cute" emotocons

Kk: Did my proposal today, it was so bad... I really slacked off this time on it. I was so nervous they'd tell me no (｡﹏｡")

Kk: I guess the other presentations must have been pretty bad too because they picked mine anyways? I feel so lucky (╥﹏╥)

Ob: it's ok even if you tried your best!! Im proud you were able to do even as much as you did.

Ob: I'm glad you got it, at least one of us won their proposal today. That jackass had a fucking 30 slide detailed slide with 6 DIFFERENT PIE CHARTS and a scheduled water break inbetween. Fucking kissass

Kk: nooo im sorry ( •̯́ ^ •̯̀)

Ob: it's whatever. Just glad you got the thing :)

Ob: want me to kill your boss tho.

Kk: lol

Kk: I'll help hide the body ദ്ദി(˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧

And then one day Obito does some sort of very mean prank on Kakashi. And it goes uhh. Badly.

I mean, badly for Kakashi. Obito thinks it went great!

That is till he gets home and finds his best friend for a decade, and crush for even past that decade, texting him about a very specific mean prank that got pulled on them.

Wait. No. Wait. WAIT. FUCK.

So like. Obito is a bit conflicted now. He doesn't know what to really do here??? Like. What if it ruins everything with his best friend??? But also hey best friend why the FUCK are you such a BITCH.

But also also, suddenly Obito is recontextualizing SO many of their interactions— from Kakashi suffering the devistating loss of his father when he was especially annoying, to explanations of why he reacted certain ways. And oh my god Obito is... also a kind of a bitch???

Obito has NO idea what to do and is just swinging so violently back and forth on what are really his only two options.

And sometimes he's like gleefully feeling vindictive bc after arguing with irl Kakashi, online Kakashi is ranting about "that same asshole again" at work, so Obito is like "I KNEW it was getting to u, haha you're NOT better than me after all!!!"

But then later he feels kinda bad about it bc like. Aw wait no he actually might have genuinley hurt the person he loves. And also he doesn't want to lose getting to see the real Kakashi, a mix of both of his masks, by fucking this up and choosing wrong.

Anyways Kakashi finally somehow figures it out on his own, they fight, they make up, they make out.

The end yay happy ending

There's an alternate universe where neither of them every found out about eachother and continued to be friends online and hate eachother to escalating degrees offline. But one day they start to slowly shift in dynamics. Irl they get closer and online they get so much angrier and more distant. Till we've swapped and now online they just have this GIANT fallout but offline they're actually in love now. And this continues till they're about to get married/no longer on speaking terms with eachother. And so on their wedding day they reach out again online but ONLY to hate on eachother like "oooo fuck you I'm so happy rn I just got MARRIED."

"Oh yeah you bitch??? So did I. And my husbands better than anything your ugly ass could ever pull"

"FUCK YOU MY HUSBANDS FUCKING AMAZING AND YOURS IS PROBABLY LOOKS AND ACTS LIKE SHIT"

"OH YEAH????"

"YEAH!!!"

"PROVE IT!"

And then they very sharply turn and take simultaneous photos of eachothers furious faces and then angrily, instinctivley press send.

And then they stop. And then they have a moment of dead silence.

And then they begin to have an actual, physical fist fight in front of the uncut wedding cake with ALL of their friends and families watching. And the photographers with their very ready cameras.

There was a lot of cake.

Yeah that was ah uhh. Interesting

The good news at least is now they have a photo of them fist fighting like they want to kill eachother while covered in wedding cake in a frame that says "happy marriage <3" on it, and they like to joke about it (to many, many peoples horror)

The end yay happy ending x2

If I were to write this fr I think I'd legally have to write both versions bc both are excellent

[angelliicc]

peach soda

“you're a peach soda, flavor of my heart

a fruit that resembles the shape of love.”

masterlist

a/n HI EVERYONE! lowkey changed careers tbh. anyways enjoy this fic and go stream aboutzu!!

warnings not proofread, angst, mentions of ex bf

| "alright, time for jeopardy. move the chairs and desks in tables." your math teacher said. jeopardy was a fun way your class could study for any math tests. he was your favorite teacher.

"ellie, you're on my jeopardy team." you told her. you never really liked ellie as a person and you avoided her most of the time. she was kind of a bitch, but she was one of the last options. she was smart, but not as smart as you. she would only get in trouble for doing something stupid.

"you need help?" she whispered. if people were caught helping each other, they were eliminated from that round. "really quick before we get disqualified." you told her. ellie showed you her notes, and they way she solved the problem. it made sense now after seeing her notes.

you raise your hand, waiting for you answered to be checked. your teacher notices your hand raised, looks at the whiteboard and analyzes is. "that is correct." he told you.

"thanks." you told ellie.

"anytime." you were flustered by the kind gesture, since she only rarely interacted with you.

after school, you text dina about the situation that happened in math. d: "i need a little more background history with her."

r: "she used to bully me and be an asshole, but shes sweeter now. she likes to tease me. and her laugh, its so cute."

the next day at school, you had p.e outside. you decided to play basketball because you needed to get some work in. ellie was walking to the bathroom while seeing you play, her waving and smiling to you. you waved back and shot a smiled. when you didn't see her anymore, your cheeks turned bright red. when she came back, she went down the stairs giving you a hi-five, but intentionally missed, a laugh escaping her mouth. "fuck you." you replied, then both end up smiling.

after that interaction, you saw ellie at a different court, playing king of the court. you dropped your ball and ran to the other court. you invited yourself in until she spoke; "check up."

you bounce back the ball, being in defense. "wide out your stance." she told you. "thanks...??" you said confused, but also relieved with her advice.

she scored on you, but after that she went and played tennis with some of her friends.

a couple of weeks later, the trimester ended. which meant you switched seats in every class except math.

in social studies and religion, ellie sat next to you. in ela, she sat across from you in a table.

social studies had a trimester long lesson, which meant you had to cram for tests and take speedy notes. you finished yours early because you followed the slideshow on your computer. "can i see your notes?" she asked you, since she couldn't catch up. "sure." you replied. "can you help me?" she asked quietly. you helped ellie on the notes. government was really easy to you, so you explained it as simply as possible.

on thursday, you were back at social studies with ellie. you had p.e. before then, so you sprayed perfume in the bathroom. she notices by the smell of you. "whats that smell?" she asked you.

"its my perfume." you told her.

"can i have it really quick?" she questioned. you grab the perfume out of your backpack and hand it to her. as you hand it to her, you both hold hands for a split second, which made you grow a smile you had to keep hidden. she grabbed the perfume and sprayed it on herself, smiling at you. "not bad." she said. you smiled back.

after that, you both did more notetaking together. you guys were ahead, so you played wordle, helping each other out.

in ela class, a classmate asked ellie a question. "hey ellie, who are your reposts about?" they questioned

"oh, just this beautiful girl." she replied to them, looking at you while the words exited her mouth. you froze.

"what the fuck did she say?" you thought.

"nah im playin." she told the classmate, easily dismissing them.

"so, then are your reposts about d?" they replied. you didn't know who d was.

"yeah, i like her."

your jaw dropped, not it sadness, but in surprise. not expecting her to like another girl, after all of this? she just lead you on, and for what? you were incredibly pissed.

a week passed, so you texted dina.

r: "i dont like her anymore."

d: WHAT??

r: "i know. shes been distant and ignoring me. so im just like 'okay fuck you i don't care about you anymore."

weeks later, feelings slowly started to burn out. you had a math test earlier today. after any tests or quizzed, your teacher lets you take a haul pass and lets you walk outside to get fresh air. just by coincidence, you and your ex walked around the school at the same time.

"i gotta take a retake later this week." he told you

"just take your time and memorize the answer sheet since you already have it." you replied.

later in the week, your ex came up to you, asking for a favor. you both were on student council together and had to lead morning prayer and pledge.

"hey, can you do me a favor?" he asked, walking up to you before assembly started.

"whats up?" you question, curiously.

"i have 2 tests to study for, and the teacher told me i can ask someone to do it for me. if not ill ask someone else." he spoke

"sorry, i have to study for a test too. if i didn't though i would." you told him.

"its alright, thanks tho."

at lunch, you saw him again. you realized he completely forgot about. you walked up to him, telling him about it. "yo, go do your retake." you reminded him.

"oh shit i completely forgot, thank you for reminding me." he replied thankfully.

after school, you usually stayed later because of sports. you had some free time before practice, so that day you planned on walking to the boba shop. before you left you overheard a classmate asking your ex if they both wanted to walk together. you go up to them, "hey im gonna go right now if any of yall wanna come with me." you asked. "im gonna wait a while, thanks tho." your ex said.

you walked to the boba shop, placing your order. just as you were about to leave, you see both of them. "you both gonna stay after school a while?" you asked.

"nah, im gonna head home." he replied.

"alright, see you tomorrow." you told him.

a few weeks later, ellie started to talk to you again. you folded--as one does and added her to your close friends.

hours later, she liked your story. you were jumping for joy.

the next day at school, she was back to being flirty with you. maybe its because she heard about the interaction with your ex boyfriend? in science, you had to proofread reports. and to by some surprise, you were assigned to ellie.

in your report you decided to show her a graph you were proud of. "do you like it?" you asked her. she grabbed your computer and analyzed the report, then after going through the whole report, taking her time to make sure you had no mistakes whatsoever. you tried to not blush during the whole time. "good job." she told you

after you proofread hers, she commented on your hands. "god, your hands are so small? and you're older than me?"

"idk, genes maybe?" you told her.

"here." she grabbed your hand and compared hand sizes with you. you stomach was doing flips. "maybe i do like her again. fuck." you thought.

you both had ela next period. seats were changed earlier this time, since people couldn't stop talking. ellie, somehow, sat near you. this time, behind you.

you wore a slim fit jacket, enhancing your body figure. ellie noticed. "like your jacket." she commented.

"thanks." you said back. she kept touching your back with her fingers, playing with your jacket, freezing with every finger she laid on you.

the following days, more social studies classes with her. she kept flirting and smiling with you. she shushed you today, in a cute way. god it made your heart skip a beat.

later in that same class, you were walking. all of a sudden she trapped you in a hug form. "oh my god ellie, let me go." you say smiling at her. "alright, alright, fine." she said surrendering, then smiling back at you, having that rosy touch on her cheeks.

from that day on, she kept being flirty with you. touching and tapping your shoulders constantly. with every touch, your heart rate always increased. she was acting so cute towards you, it was driving you crazy. like she was a little puppy who couldn't be apart from you.

few classes and tension later, a classmate asked ellie a question. you were too far away to hear them, but since ellie was next to you, you heard her response. "oh yeah? shes my valentine." ellie replied.

you were screaming inside, trying to not show a reaction. few minutes later, it was back to notetaking time. ellie put her hand on your shoulder for 10 seconds, which felt like an eternity to you. after that, she patted your back, 3 times. you turned and faced her, face turning red.

you noticed ellie likes to play this stupid game with you. she'll whisper your name, then act completely clueless. she whispered your name, hearing it loud and clear. you looked at her.

"what! it wasn't me!" she tells you defensively.

ellie then dropped her pen, so she got up from her desk. as she went to sit down, she pat your shoulder, then looking straight into your eyes and telling you "im just playing, it was me." it was like you get sent into another dimension. you fell, hard. you got butterflies just from that sentence alone.

the next day, you completed a spanish test. your teacher was returning back the test with the scores on them. ellie asked you, "what did you get on the test?"

"oh i dont know, i haven't gotten my paper back yet." you told her.

"when you do, tell me your score please." she begged.

the teacher called your name, and you went up to get your paper. "98." you said to ellie with a chesire smile. "whatever." she replied back, smiling. you both then started laughing and smiling while looking at each other.

after spanish, she did those stupid hi-five tricks again. unintrigued, you asked her, "are you gonna miss?"

"nah, i wont." she said, with her hand in the air.

you decided to give her a hi-five, and she didn't intentionally ditch you. "you didn't miss, what a shocker." you told her. she then grabbed tictacs out of her backpack.

“can i get some?” you ask her. she handed you the container, allowing you to get how many you want.

a few months passed and you noticed ellie wasnt talking to you anymore, but to a new girl, doing the exact same things she did to you, but to her. then all of a sudden, she stopped talking to you. she didn’t flirt with you, give you tictacs, touch your hands, or tap you on the shoulders. it all started to become flat, like soda. you decided you had to let her go. because what she gave you wasn’t love at all, it was lust. she led you on the entire time. all for what? it was all one-sided love. you felt like a fool.

my feelings for you, which have melted like ice, have become clear

i say goodbye with a wave, peach soda.

[missmarveledsblog]

It's just pretend right ? ( bucky barnes x reader ) part 7

summary : the team come to the ranch , bucky and kitty are realising some shared feeling , yelena is excited to meet more family ,kitty finally stands up to the family members that made her life hell . bucky tries to make his move only it doesn't go to plan or the reaction he was expecting.

warnings : none it's goofy and fluffy

previous part

The fickle bitch that was the universe seem to be out for her , from the revelations  of the century or in her opinion it was . New family members and slight identity crisis as well as the feeling of being so close and yet so far from what she done nothing but dream about since  the day she met Bucky barnes even the  part of  him being a dick at that time , she wanted him , since coming to the ranch when the hardest thing she had to face was to pretend to be his girl. Those small moment at first she thought it was in her head , a selfish conjure of her mind but it wasn’t  he wanted what she did and then it was making more things clear how close she’s  been all this time and yet so far .  she should of been greeting the team as they stood of the jet and yet she couldn’t  no she was thinking of every single minor interaction the two had wondering what else she missed .  she didn’t know which member of the team she was hugging too lost in her own mind little did she know  wanda was smirking seeing the two teammates almost thinking the same thing .  how their eyes kept finding each other  well that was til kitty was knocked on her ass and out of her own head staring up at the blonde widow smiling down at her . 

“ hiii little sister” she cooed . 

“ hey lena “ she groaned as nat pulled them apart laughing . 

“ hiii big brother “ she went to run at jessie only he moved and caught her instead. “ impressive ohh more of you” she turned to a now nervous izzy and jack . “ i always wanted big family “ she bounced around happily. 

“ lena down “ nat chuckled . “sorry “ she turned to kitty's parents . 

“ hey my children it’s papa “ the voice called as she turned to nat. 

“ what’s he doing here .. i told him to wait” the widow growled . 

“ he wouldn’t let go of the wheels on the jet” clint rolled his eyes . 

“ even when it was in the air i even tried to shoot him off” yelena nodded . 

“ she really did .. hi sorry name kate bishop nice to meet you all “ the girl stood nervously . 

With in a second she was pulled against a body stank of stale vodka and god knows what else . 

“ my little girl and strong boy” alexei gushed only for kitty to stomp on his foot to let her go. 

“Dude no “ she grimaced as she felt herself being pulled in the different direction more safe one.  

“ you look like a young me it’s like a mirror “ alexei pulled and pushed jessie's face . 

“ oh my god he does” izzy squinted . 

“ kate bishop this is my little sister look how cute she is “ yelena smiled honestly reeling it was best news she gotten in long time . 

“ we know each other yelena “ kate rolled her eyes , smile on her face. 

“ this is new sister izzy and jack but they are not adopted but still  , my new brother jessie and more parents  they smell better” she walked around . 

“ that’s not how that works but ok anyways shall we go inside and deal with the actually problem “ tony snorted .

“ wanna talk after” bucky smiled his eyes darting to her lips as he licks in own  as sam and steve share a glance . 

“ you can have her after we run the data help bring in equipment “ tony pulled her away . 

“ hey did something happen between you too” sam asked excited . 

“ not yet “ was all bucky said heading off the jet as two followed after. 

 She, bruce and tony worked in the living room  each set on their own task as fury sent the files once she never new existed  on herself while using what she could find to see what hydra wanted with her now  , why now of all times did they attack .  impeccable timing she would give them that when she heard the chaos filling the entrance of the ranch , the shrill shrieks and whining  grumbles. A part of her wanted to stay where she was not even indulge on what it was but again  it wasn’t on the cards as she watched her aunts and uncles  , terror twin all stormed into the room . 

“ of course our lives would be in danger because of you “ her aunt linda was first to speak as rest followed each telling her some of abuse spilling from her tongue and now she was done she wasn’t scared anymore. 

“ hey lady watch your tongue that is my little sister” yelena came barging in . 

“  i got this go mama has some mac and cheese in the fridge and hotsauce” she winked. 

“ i can kill in different ways “ she called as she headed  .

 “ look honestly i’m trying to work and ok you don’t like me i know that it used to bug me i used to care but now honestly it last on the list of shit so call me whatever you want  and scream til your blue in the face how much you hate me  cause even as fucked up as is i love you i mean i don’t like you people your horrible and self fish but  i still love you ,  whether blood or not  your my family so go hate me somewhere in the house so i can work in peace  and makes sure your safe “ she said completely silencing them  as each walked out of the room stunned . 

“ i’m not so nice next time one of you dipshit disturb my work i fire my repulser at her head “ tony looked up making them move quicker. “ good on you kid” he added before his eyes went back to the screen . 

“ proud of you kiddo “ bruce squeezed her shoulder. 

“ it was either kill em kindness or barbeque and i love my mama so kindness won” she shrugged. 

“ hey mr stark .. um could i go out to see the horse “ peter parker stood nervously .

“ parker your over twent… yeah go ahead feed the horse and touch grass “ he rolled his eyes . “ wear a jacket” he added .  

“ we’re gonna race them against quicksilver how cool is that” jack excitedly said . 

“ kids literal children “ tony scoffed . 

“ you wanna watch don’t you “ bruce smirked . 

“ i mean if you do ?” tony eyed up the fellow science brow . 

“ jesus christ both of you go i got this “ she laughed as the two genius almost flew out the room  setting on the work ahead . 

“ go she on her own “ sam nudged his head.  

“ we can guard the door “ steve added. 

“ have those two not made progress  i mean sargent if you won’t maybe i will “ loki smirked . 

“ i can do it .. without you guys guarding the door that’s weird i can lock or shoot the next person that interrupts” he walked off new found confidence as he headed to the  dinning room , closing the door the second he entered and locking it  honest in his words he would shoot the next person that interrupted at this stage so many missed opportunities over the span of the four year … four  that he didn’t do it . honestly how held him back all this time was a mystery barely even taking a chance any more  he sauntered over as  she stood her eyes wide as she saw him coming what he didn’t expect was her to dive to door unlocking it and running down the hall and puking her gut up loudly . 

“ so it went well?” steve grimaced. 

“ sorry “ she came out looking as they stood looking at her . “ i know why it’s happening now they wanna repeat history in more ways than one “ .

taglist: @vicmc624 @babble28 @scott-loki-barnes @ozwriterchick

[ennablue]

Home's past. Reality, my paranoia (surely) or just pure coincidence?

Home's parents passed away. Apparently both at the same time, so probably it has been some type of accident.

Probably when he was little, because it seems like he was raised mostly by his grandfather.

Apparently he never drinks. Maybe he's just a teetotaler or alcohol makes him uncomfortable (which I can understand).

But the way he spoke with his uncle makes me feel that there is some reason that Somkid, as a relative, should know about. Or he just says it because it is the minimum information that anyone should know and not ignore about their relatives. He is either a bad uncle who doesn't know anything about his nephew or the situation has a darker undertone that he knows about (like a traggic event or something like that).

But anyway, Home doesn't act like someone who just doesn't like alcohol or is uncomfortable. His looks and his way of acting are that of someone who is scared of it and certainly, the interaction with his uncle seems a bit tense. But maybe it's just my imagination...

And as several people have pointed out in different posts that I have seen on various social networks, it seems that in his nightmare Home does drink. So he associates alcohol with something really bad (despite not being drunk when he ran over Peach). But what could be the reason? Maybe his parents accident?

Bonus 1:

The shitty bitch witch seems to be related with a lot of trafic accidents...

Probably she tried to kill Home and following my theory, this may be how his brother (Home's father) died was asassinated. She's so crazy about owning everything, what else could make sense than getting rid of the competition? First father, then son.

Bonus 2:

Home also knows how to do CPR, wich is impresive for a spoiled rich brat that all he seemed to do was party constantly and I don't think ever did anything by himself. It's probably a coincidence, but in my crazy theory it could be that he learned it because of his parents' accident (you know, to help someone in the same situation). Although if that was the case, I think he would have used it when he ran over Peach, so he most likely learned it after that (or rather, because of it). He felt guilty for running him over and probably killing him, so it makes sense to want to be able to do what you couldn't at that time.

Anyway, most likely there is no mystery and he is simply abstemious, but i really like making theories.

I'm done rambling about my crazy idea and I might be going to write a couple of fics with this in mind.

Hope you enjoyed my post, whether it makes sense or not 😂,

Thanks for reading :)

[lavendermin]

what is up, it's your boy, 🔥 anon (please let me be 🔥 anon), come to climb through your window with a stack of notes instead of limiting myself to method acting a little bitch at the foot of your front door

so crazy self-indulgent idea I just had BUT hear me out. hear me out on dreameater!reader AU

say they're originally some sort of metaphysical species like the heliobi, but somehow sustained an injury and decided to seek treatment at the luofu as a last resort. it ends with an experimental solution with someone who'd gotten info about the experiments of the sanctus medicus (like how in the quest, dan shu wanted to get immortal bodies from phantylia so bad but they'd exhausted all other means of artificially producing them—and then some clown disposed of the records badly like an IDIOT)

and it kind of works ∘ ∘ ∘ ( °ヮ° ) !! reader's form is tied to and sustained by the new body like an extremely codependent version of heliobi-possesed ingenium, but it requires the consumption of 'dreams' to support itself. mara is an overload of memories that morphs the mortal form when it hits a max output, so what if some other form of memories, aka dreams and the emotions that they come with can be changed into a source capable of sustaining a mortal form? dreameating is definitely not a form of vampirism haha what? this was totallt not inspired by your previous posts about vampire jing yuan no siree i have no idea what you're talking abou

but anyway. they meet after a battle of some sort where jing yuan gets bonked so fucking hard he gets coma-ed. maybe a side of possible mara onset because if I was a disciple of sanctus medicus you can bet everything in your blog that mara would be the first thing I'd turn to to fuck people over

maybe this is my fate as a self insert. half aha half yaoshi follower of a SM member that is an unwitting plot device and a but who the fuck cares that's not the point rn

sure would be crazy if there was someone around with the ability to seep into people's dreams huh

sure would be crazy if they decided to just ,,, slip into the general's mind to try and see what's going on there, after overhearing the healers working on him whispering among themselves that they don't know what's wrong with him, don't know how to fix it at all

,,, they'll just figure out a way to anonymously tip the healers off, if they figure anything out from their little venture into his head ! pardon the intrusion, dear patient °՞(ᗒᗣᗕ)՞° ,,,

- bonus points if the fact jing yuan is an arbiter-general just floats in a detached bubble, somewhere in reader's mind, because their job is to be a healer !! to live up to the person who'd saved them in their time of need's ideals !!!! who has time to worry about getting caught as being a weird ahh amalgation if they can save someone's life amiright !

I didn’t think about the dream sequence in detail, but what I do know is that jing yuan's subconscious (possibly the actual consciousness too?) would briefly interact with dreamwalking!reader. the natural instinct to having something poke about in your mind in a vulnerable state is to crush it like a cockroach, no shit, but what do you do when it really doesn’t seem to have any malicious intent, and somehow seems to be ,,, helping?

(but their brand of dreamwalking isn't meant for harmless brushes—its meant to devour, to rip sustenance from a mind no matter how guarded it is, to patch the endless yawning abyss that hungers for dreams to keep reader's body from failing on them. reader hasn't been gorging themselves or taking as little as possible because they understand that some things are unavoidable, that they can't keep themself or their patients alive if they're teetering on the edge of frailty all the time. some things have to be done, and they refuse to feel any guilt over it.)

but yeah !! me when I fuck up and accidentally fall into someone's dream, and have to play along with the disjointed imaginary going ons to drag said someone out of it without destabilising everything enough to immediately flashbang them with mara.

me when they wake up but still remember bits and pieces of what had happened in their dream because they're a fucking ARBITER-GENERAL with all the mental fortitude and skill required of one, especially bc they've lasted numerous centuries in that position

me when I suspiciously fall ill right after the patient in a coma wakes up ("guys it's just a cold trust *doubles over like they just got kicked in the crotch when their fellow healer unexpectedly opens a window and now there are spikes of pure light stabbing into their brain oh god oh fuck*")

that's all I have so far, unfortunately ,,, ╮(￣▽￣"")╭ thanks for reading all the way to this point if you did, though !! I'm considering making a new account to moot you, one for hsr content because I like my fandoms separated :D

more notes:

- reader probably has a history of being good with mind related ailments despite always having denied credit, half the healers they're friends with consider them a lucky charm for these matters, the other half think that reader is definitely doing SOMETHING but hey, people get fixed all the same so who gaf. them being a pretty decent coworker who's a hardcore grinder on the job and dedicated to the point that overwork ceases to exist half the time (dreameating has its perks) probably leads them to not mentioning it to anyone else, in case it causes reader trouble.

but who's to say that a certain general won't happen to catch wind about his mystery saviour?

- reader has been on the luofu for quite a while too, their legal documents file them as being a xianzhou native—which would be backed up by the biological makeup of their false body on a surface level ( •̀ᴗ•́ )و ̑̑

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Let 🔥 anon cook!!!! This was such a treat to read during brunch bc there’s so much you can explore with the dreameater concept plus a highly perceptive and seasoned arbiter-general.

What would the feeling of having your dreams eaten feel like afterward for the victim? Sort of like with a vampire bite that could leave a physical wound, dull or searing ache, effects of blood loss etc etc.

Could a dream being eaten, since it’s not a simple and easy procedure, cause some sort of ache or short term problem for the person? Maybe it’s leaves a short period of a few days where the person feels like they’ve forgotten something that they’re sure they should have remembered. Like phantom limb but for a dream perhaps. Like a dull headache that isn’t severe but annoyingly present for a few days as the mind tries to cope with the loss of something that was supposed to be processed. Maybe these kind of issues can only be seen in Jing Yuan due to his mental fortitude and strength or bc he was still under whereas your usual patients undergo a different process to prevent these. Dire times and desperate measures to ensure the general is saved.

And the dream walking would be interesting too! How would the reader handle it? Is there a game plan? If most dreams will have strangers we may have seen in our peripheral during the day, will you try to play it smart and blend in as a filler person in the dream? Trying to blend in?

Perhaps your targeted dream eating of sequences in his mind that may be contributing to mara even has repercussions for you afterwards. Maybe like how you mentioned you get ill afterwards like when eating something of poor quality (due to mara effects). A necessary sacrifice that you aren’t quite sure why you felt inclined to do. Perhaps it brings your body vessel at risk since it is one of xianzhou natives’ qualities. Would it be susceptible to being mara-struck?

I can yap on and on

Anon if you ever write this pls pls pls tag me or send it to me bc I would looove to read your explorations on this. It’s delicious for a plot!!!!! Mwah mwah 💗

[justsome-di]

Hi! Wanted to let you know that I really love your take on Nano and the evolution of it through time. I also quit the whole thing for the same reasons around 2016 after two years. I was curious: what are your expectations for a healthy writing community? I've seen that a lot of people want different things and conflict happen because nobody really talks about it. The most people are willing to say is the obvious don't be an asshole (although obviously that doesn't stop some), but I rarely see people say things like "I don't want to share my writing but I do want to share the efforts of it" or "I want to talk about every details of my stories and brainstorm with others" and things like that. So what are your thoughts on it? P.S. I started following you and then I found out you're also into MDZS XD Love that!

Hi!!

When I think of a healthy writing community, I think about two 12-year-olds sharing their grand story ideas and their original characters that are master-level wizards at age 19 or famous detectives at 15 and the two 12-year-olds gush over each other's ideas and draw their characters and help each other come up with names and ideas and titles.

I think writing communities really thrive when people are encouraged to share their ideas and can get a positive response. There's times to critique works and times to just hype people up--and I think people really do not know the difference.

I've noticed a few, consistent issues:

Competition: I think some writers get competitive over how fast they write, how much, how often, etc. And I've been in some Discord servers when a person is suddenly getting praise or recognition, and you can tell there's tension. Suddenly people stop talking and log off. There's a lot of battle of the egos.

Different skill levels in one space: this is a big issue, though it's not anyone's fault. I've noticed that some writers in some servers are well-experienced with great writing and then other writers are beginners. It's not a big deal, really, but it does hamper feedback. Beginner writers get discouraged and overwhelmed when well-experienced writers offer more detailed critiques. And likewise, experienced writers probably aren't getting super in-depth critiques they need. Not to say people are unsupportive, but it's just not the most productive set up!

Selfishness: I'm not sure if that's the best way to phrase it, but I've noticed that often people will share their writing in servers but not interact with other's writings.

These are pretty limited to Discord which imo isn't a productive space for large writing groups anyway. But unfortunately when a lot of people move to Discord, it's hard to find a sense of community on tumblr or other sites.

But I can't just bitch and not offer suggestions so:

Keep online communities alive. We can't limit ourselves to Discord servers. Post your writing. Engage with other blogs. Reblog. Reply. Send in asks. If you're reading something someone wrote, let them know. Say something in the tags or send in an ask.

Be a hype man: We should encourage each other to continue writing--not everyone is looking for critiques all the time

Know your place: I've seen way too many people shit on ideas for events or special blogs. If you see something that you don't like, just leave it be. If you're not interested in something, it's not for you. Let the micro-communities do their thing and find their people. You do not need to be involved in every facet of the general writing community.

Post. Your. Writing. Or post stuff about your writing. It's hard to find other writers when they don't share! I can't hype up your story if I don't know about it!

I often see a lot of suggestions get vague. Like you said--"Don't be an asshole." Okay. Great. But what does that mean? And how does it get enforced in moderated communities like servers? What if the mods of the servers are assholes?

Or I see "support each other!" Okay, but we need an actual game plan for getting early-2010s level of community back. We need to bring back ask memes and character memes and ask culture. Because people back then weren't just twiddling their thumbs waiting for an interaction, there was effort put into all of it. People were designing games and events and taking time to engage with each other.

I don't think people understand that healthy communities need to be nurtured and inclusive. And this is definitely glamorizing the internet of 10-15 years ago. There's always been bullying and toxic people. But I think we could definitely build on what used to be and make something that's mature and welcoming to everyone.

I'm hoping with NaNo on their steady decline through the past couple of years really encourages people to rekindle other online communities. I think a lot of people have been nostalgic over the past few days, and a lot of people have taken the initiative to coordinate their own events. It's starting to bring back some of the unconditional support that used to exist.

(I love mdzs so much omggg and I'm reading through tgcf too and I aaaahhhh I'm very normal about it)

[eventinelysplayground]

One Thing

Kinktober Day 22: Mutual Masturbation | Hate/Angry Sex

Pairing: Jude x Female Reader

I'm going to start this off by saying I do not know that much about Jude other than the few event stories in English so far and the fanfics I've read on here so I could be completely off on his character. That said his personality is pretty up front so I think I'm at least in the ballpark for him but if not I apologize in advance. You and Jude get into an argument that has a more pleasing outcome then usual. CW ⚠️: some light choking and roughness, possibly some consent issues (sudden/surprise kisses and touching) but is made clear it becomes consentual. This fic is NSFW so minors do not interact. WC approx 1757.

Jude was in an even fouler mood than usual today. It had been three weeks of having to put up with you tagging along with him and Ellis and he was fed up with it.

What the hell was a bird like you doing waltzing into a house late at night anyways? Not a bit of common sense in that bird brain of yours and today was no exception.

“Get in there.”

“Ow, you're still hurting me!”

You had come to the docks with him while he was doing his day job and your day dreaming almost got you smacked in the head with a heavy wooden crate as it was being moved. If he had been even a second slower in reacting he would have had a hell of a time explaining to Victor about what the hell happened.

“Stop your complainin’!”

Jude opened the door to his office with a bang as he shoved you inside. He released his grip on your arm and slammed the door shut behind the two of you. He looked at you as you rubbed your arm where he had grabbed you.

Freaking fantastic, now I'm gonna have to explain those to Roger! What the hell’d I ever do to get stuck babysitting her?

“What the hell's wrong with you!?”

Jude stared at you waiting for an answer meanwhile you just stood there continuing to rub your arm while glaring daggers at him.

I don't got the patience for this.

“If you're too dumb to-”

“I'm sorry it won't happen-”

The two of you had spoken over each other. Jude let out a frustrated sigh and motioned to you.

“Go ahead and finish Princess.”

Jude couldn't help but smirk at the furious look on your face.

“I was going to say it won't happen again and thank you for saving me but now never-.”

“You should be saying more than a simple thank you to me for not only saving you but having to put up with you.”

“Put up with me!?”

“Ya, do you have any idea how much of a nuisance yo-”

“Hahaha!”

“The hell are you laughing at?”

“You're complaining about having to deal with me? That's rich, I'm the one that's had to put up with your horrible attitude and violent threats the last three weeks!”

“Why you-”

“You know I think I should have chosen to just have Crown kill me that night, at least then I would be in heaven instead of whatever type of hell this is!”

You little bitch.

Jude didn't even think, he was too pissed off as he walked towards you and wrapped a hand around your throat then backed you up against the wall.

“What did you say?”

“I said I'd rather be dead than living in the hell that is having to follow you around.”

The hell is with this bird? Why the hell is she always getting under my skin like this?

Jude tightened his grip around your throat and he felt you swallow.

“I can make that happen, the lectures and dirty looks would be a lot easier to put up with then you.”

“Then go ahead and do it.”

Jude tightened his hold around your throat even more. He was making sure to keep the pressure just below where it could seriously harm you but he heard the way your breathing changed anyway. It was more ragged and shallow now and he looked into your eyes expecting to see fear but instead they were full of a fiery defiance.

Damn it this ain't working.

“What are y-”

“Shut up already.”

Jude brought his face to yours and kissed you. Your lips were just as soft as he’d thought they'd be as he forcefully claimed them. The way you squirmed under him trying to fight against him made him smile and he felt weeks worth of anger and frustration start to melt away. He loosened his grip around your throat as he pulled away and smirked seeing the blush on your cheeks and ears.

“What…what the hell do you think you're doing!?”

“I figured I'd try this release first, if it doesn't work I can always still kill ya.”

Jude took advantage of your brain trying to process what he said and kissed you again. It was more forceful this time and he nipped at your lower lip wanting to taste you more. You just squirmed more under him while trying to tilt or twist your head away from him.

“Open your mouth.”

Jude growled when he went to kiss you again and felt that your lips were still closed followed by you shaking your head.

“I wasn't asking Princess, now open your mouth.”

When he kissed you this time he found your lips parted for him and he smirked. He slipped his tongue into your mouth claiming every inch of it as he took your breath from you. He swirled his tongue even deeper in your mouth trying to catch your tongue. You fought him on it but only at first, soon he felt your movements slowing and he was able to catch it twining it with his own.

Soon he was out of breath himself and when he'd pulled away from you he saw a mix of lust and furey in your eyes.

“That's a hell of a look, looks like you can't decide if you want to fuck me or kill me.”

“I definitely don't want to fuck you!”

“You sure about that?”

Jude reached his free hand under your skirt and up between your legs. Just as he thought as soon as he pressed on your underwear he felt the wetness start seeping through.

“With how wet you are you still gonna try and say you don't want me?”

“That's…that's not because of you!”

Jude couldn't help himself and he laughed at your stubbornness.

“Then it's from what I did to ya. I never thought you were such a nasty lil bird.”

“It's not from that either!”

“Gotta be one or the other Princess, and while you're thinking on which one it is...”

Jude moved his hand out from under your skirt and heard the whine you tried to hold back.

“I'm gonna take these off.”

I ain't able to hold back much longer, how the hell do you keep driving me so mad? I should of just let the damn crate hit her…

Jude kissed you as his skilled fingers undid your skirt. He let gravity do the work for him as he ran his hand along your hip and top of your thigh before slipping off your underwear then bringing his fingers back between your legs. He let them glide over your clit and your wet folds and he smirked when you moaned into the kiss.

“Which one is it Princess?”

Jude stopped his fingers waiting and you glared at him.

“You're such an ass.”

“That ain't an answer and I'm not moving till I get one.”

“You're serious?”

Jude didn't respond to you with words, instead he caressed your throat with his thumb.

Hahaha if looks could kill.

“Fine, it's from both okay! Now can you please finish what you started.”

“Anything for a Princess.”

Jude crashed his lips into yours again and this time you kissed him back as he felt your arms snake around his neck and pull him closer. He quickly undid his pants, taking out his cock before he finally released his hold on your neck. He pushed you harder into the wall then lifted your legs up and wrapped them around his waist before guiding his hard cock into you.

“Ahhh!”

Judes hands dug into your thighs and lower ass leaving behind shallow gashes as he held you up. He felt your hands slide over his shoulders and dig into them through his clothes as he kissed down your neck before biting it and you moaned.

“That's it, sing more for me.”

Jude thrusted deeper now hitting a spot he hadn't before. He wanted to go even faster but despite how wet you were you were still so tight and he was afraid of hurting you, not that he'd admit it out loud. He kept going deep and slow while biting at the soft skin on your neck and drawing out more moans.

“Jude...go faster.”

Jude raised an eyebrow before he looked at you.

You got any idea what you're saying, any idea how much I'm holding back so I don't hurt ya too badly?

As if you heard his thoughts one of your hands slipped from his shoulder and began undoing the top buttons of your shirt exposing the tops of your breasts.

“It's already embarrassing enough to be fucking you don't-”

“Hey!”

Jude shouted at you and you stopped talking then he kissed you roughly. No longer caring if he hurt you or not he began thrusting as fast and deep as he could and you cried out into the kiss. He moved his lips down the marred flesh of your neck to the newly exposed skin on your chest. He bit and sucked at the skin turning it shades of red and purple as your hand wrapped around the back of his head.

“Oh God Jude!”

Jude felt your walls tighten even more around him and he winced.

It's like a vice down there, who knew you were hiding something like that.

Jude barely had time to finish that thought before he felt your walls tighten even more and he felt you arch into him.

“Yes! Ahhh!”

Jude moved one of his hands from supporting you up your side to lightly wrap around your throat again and it made you moan even louder. He felt your grip on him loosening as he pulled out leaving just his tip in you and then he slammed back into you and you yelped. He kept pulling almost fully out and slamming back into you until he felt his cock twist and he pushed as far into you as he could, filling you up with his cum and kissing you as he did so.He took his hand off your throat again moving it back to support your bottom as you collapsed into him with a contented sigh.

You really are a strange bird.

“Hehe, looks like I found one thing about you that's likable.”

Jude couldn't see your face but he knew from the huff you let out that you were glaring at him again.

“Keep letting me fuck you like that Princess and I may eventually stop hating you.”

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[maeleelee]

ᑕᕼᗩᑭTEᖇ ᔕI᙭TEEᑎ

It’s Stoner y/n x Felix Goodie Two Shoes. "There was something off about Felix in her mind. No one was that nice, that good without some sort of motive. But he's everywhere all at once, and she finds herself drawn to him in ways she didn't want. But she wouldn't fall for the cliché. Fuck clichés, they never work out anyway."

⚠️Minors do NOT interact with this au⚠️

warnings: Sex mentioned, markings, name calling(whore, bitch), depression, anxiety, are mentioned, pet names (baby) Fight happens.

Y/n was jumping up and down when she saw Mae was back home. She had the three boys walking beside her. Sans arm around Wooyoung’s shoulder, Yeosang’s arm around her shoulder, and Wooyoung holding her hand. Y/n could tell she was happy, just from the big smile on her face and the way she looked at them. Yeosang leaned down and whispered something in Mae’s ear and Mae laughed at it.

Mae looked forward and her eyes lite up when she saw y/n standing there waving at her. Mae let go of Wooyoung’s hand and ran up to y/n, picking her up and spinning her around. “Did you enjoy your trip?” Y/n asked her.

Mae was in a crop top and high waisted pants, making Y/n notice the bite marks and hickeys Mae wore on her neck and collarbone, making her giggle. “I had a great time.” Mae smiled brightly.

“I see that. Please tell me they have matching marks too.” Y/n laughed as Mae nodded.

“Don’t underestimate me bun bun. I have claws for a reason.” Mae giggled at y/n.

“Ahhhh you’re back!” The two girls turned around and saw Jess running towards them. Mae caught her before they hit the ground. Jess kissed her cheek and held her for a second. "It went nice, yeah?" Mae nodded at Jess. "How'd you end up with all three of the dumb nuts?" Jess laughed as the three were talking to Chan, Changbin, and Caden.

"When the three showed up to take care of Sky and I, I just couldn't help but feel so loved. After all you went home, they built a fort and spent the night watching all the Disney movies a six year old could watch. When Wooyoung asked if I wanted to go to the cabin with them, I couldn't say no. We got there and I realized I also liked the other two. I talked to baby boy about it and he smiled real big and told me he did too. We became a quad like, right after that." Mae smiled at the two girls. "And yes, I have them matching for a reason." She giggled.

Y/n pulled her into a hug and kissed her cheek.

"As long as you're happy bunny. I don't care who you're with.

"Fuck. They make me super happy. Mae smiled.

"And apparently horny." Mae punched Jeongin in the shoulder.

"Shut the fuck up." She pouted, making Jeongin laugh. He high-fived y/n and nodded towards Felix.

"She's back." Felix smiled brightly at Mae.

"Thank you for dealing with my bun bun this week.” Mae smiled at Felix, who throw his arm over y/n.

"Anything for you baby.” He smiled down at y/n, who rolled her eyes. "What are we doing today?"

"Mommy and daddy should be here any minute." Y/n told the group. Yeosang threw his arms over Mae shoulders and pulled her into his chest, kissing her cheek. Mae giggled as she leaned back into him.

“There she is. How was vacation?” Cassi asked as she walked up with mommy. Hongjoong, Seonghwa, and Mingi following behind them.

“Baby. Pretty. She had a great time. Do you not see her neck? Looks like she got attacked by a pack of wolves.” Hongjoong laughed as he moved Mae’s face to get a better view of the bite mark. “Which one is the leader?” He smirked. Mae punched him in the arm, making him pout at Cassi.

“Deserved. However, I’d like to know the answer.” Cassi giggled.

“Yeah. Tell us.” Kayla smiled.

“Yeosang.” Wooyoung stated, walking over to the two, as he wrapped his arm around Mae’s waist. San standing on the other side of Mae.

“Who left the bite mark?” Mingi smirked.

Mae squeezed Wooyoung’s cheeks together and smiled. “This one doesn’t understand that biting can and will leave marks.” He just shrugged as he tried to smile.

“That tracks.” Chan laughed as he walked up. “On a different note. This is Caden. Caden meet the chaos you’ve been begging to meet.” He smiled brightly and waved at everyone.

“Nice tattoos.” Y/n smiled. He looked down and then back up and smiled at her.

“Thank you.” He replied.

“Ah there you are!!” They heard a girl say. Yeosang pulled away from Mae and walked to the girl. She wrapped her arms around his neck and he picked her up and spun her around. He put her back down and pulled her to the group.

“Everyone. This is Ani, my sister. Ani this is everyone.” Yeosang smiled.

“Oh dear. I hope you’re okay with chaos because you’ve now been thrown into a pot of it.” Jess giggled.

“I had to deal with this one,” she squeezed Yeosang’s cheek, “my whole life. I’ll fit right in.” She giggled.

“Another bottle of sunshine. Great.” Y/n half assed smiled.

“Be nice.” Felix told her. She glared at him and shook her head.

“I am being nice.”

“Please forgive her. She’s built a shell around her soft heart and has yet to break it down. She’s sweet once you get her to open up.” Mae sighed.

“She’s great once you get to know her.” Felix smiled looking at y/n, who wasn’t paying attention to him.

Yeosang had walked back over to Mae and wrapped his arms back around her shoulder.

They stood there and just continued talking, waiting for class to start.

~

“Well well. The whore decided to grace us with her presence.” Mae groaned as she heard Minho's voice.

“What did you just say?” San asked, glaring at the boy.

“Awh cute. Getting her guard dogs to stand up for her.” Minho laughed. “Funny that she can’t be the independent woman she was when she was with me.”

“Oh I’m still independent. I just don’t have to deal with bill shit anymore.” Mae spat.

“It’s funny. You couldn’t dick her down well enough you had to bring in your two best friends Wooyoung? That’s pathetic. However, not as pathetic as her. Have you told them?” He spat back.

“Told them what?” Mae asked.

“How you’re a depressed, anxious, nervous bundle of emotions. You pop off at the drop of a hat. You can’t ever communicate right and when you’re not an emotional wreck, you’re just a bitch. That you put out for anyone who pays you attention. I know you’ve fucked “mommy and daddy,” he did the air quotes, “before. You’re sad, pathetic really.” He smirked at Mae.

Mae signed. She was over this. Over him. “Minho. What the fuck do you even want?”

“Oh baby. I want my bitch back.” He went to touch Mae’s cheek.

Wooyoung grabbed his hand and glared at him. “Do not touch our girl.”

Cassi had back everyone away. She could see the steam rolling off Kayla. Honestly, they all could. Y/n didn’t really know what to do. She wanted to be there for Mae. Go hold her and never let her go. Kayla had taken Mae in as her friend back in middle school. Mae was older than all of them but that didn’t stop Kayla from stepping up and being the mom of the group. Kayla stood there, waiting.

“Our? Wow. You really did become a whore after you left me. Woo couldn’t get you to come could he?” Minho asked Mae.

“Actually, you were the one who couldn’t make me come. Woo here got me off three times before he actually dicked me down. Added the other two into the mix and I was sent to heaven. I don’t need or want you.” Mae glared.

“That’s fine. I don’t want a whore anyways.” Minho hissed.

As Mae went to say something, Minho was on the ground, Kayla on top of him, throwing punch after punch. His nose was broken for sure and his lip was cut. They was blood everywhere. Kayla only saw red.

“Kayla. Stop.” Mae shouted. Mae looked at Cassi, eyes filled with tears. “Make her stop.” Minho wasn’t fighting back at the moment, and that’s what scared Mae. He was a fighter and when he knew he had a shot, he’d used it. “Get her off.” Mae went to step towards them but Yeosang pulled her back. Chan and San looked at each other and nodded.

They picked Kayla up and handed her to Mingi and Seonghwa. Mae and y/n ran over to Kayla and Mae started making sure she was okay, moving her face. Y/n looked at her knuckles. “Get her home. Take care of her.” Mae told the two boys. They nodded and Mingi picked her up.

“Are you okay?” Y/n asked Mae. Mae looked at her, hate filled her eyes and she walked back over to Minho. He had sat up. She put her foot on his chest and pushed him back on the ground.

“Do all of us a favor and stay away. Leave me alone because next time, I’m not going to make anyone stop. I hate you Lee Minho. I was once in love with you until I realized I was in love with love. I gave my heart away a long time ago and as wrong as you are about me cheating on you, I sometimes wish I never had said yes. I wish you the best Minho, because you’ll need it. I hope one day, you realize how much of a piece of shit you are and turn your life around, until then, go far and stay there.”

Mae stood up and walked off, leaving everyone there, shocked at what she just told the man on the ground. They looked at the three boys and y/n giggled at the look on Wooyoung’s face. “Damn. I had her heart the whole time man. Sucks for you.” He laughed and flipped Minho off and ran after Mae. Yeosang and San falling after the two.

Felix sighed as he saw Seungmin. “What’s the punishment?” Felix asked him.

Seungmin threw his arms around Cassi and Hongjoong. “Honestly. None. About time someone put that cunt waffle in his place. I think you were onto something when you started hanging out with this group.”

Felix smiled at y/n and nodded. “Yeah, me too.”

For the first time, y/n realized she was right. Clique were so dumb but damn was she happy she found hers. She also realized the man smiling at her, made her happy, happier than she had been in a long time. She stood on her tiptoes and kissed Felix’s cheek.

“Thank you.” She whispered to him. “I’ll see you after class. I want to go get some of that pie.” And off she went to class, leaving Felix standing there, with a stupid goofy smile on his pretty face.

“Anything for you bun bun.” He whispered as he watched her walk away.

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[deadlyweapon567]

Sub Yandere Tsu’tey x black fem reader

Also forgot to say the reader is a tomboy in this. She’s in the was in the army before joining the program. She’s also has a more muscular form because of it, also tall. The reader has some ignorant moments aka calling the Navi blue people instead of na’vi or omatikayan people. The reader has like the military type of ignorance Basically like how Jake was but a little more.

Y/n pov

You know I never thought I every wake up to a blue nigga mean mugging me and what seems to be like Jake getting cussed out and smacked on the back of the head by a na’vi woman. I chuckled which soon turned into a groan as I sat up. “She’s alive…unfortunately”. The guy mumbled that last thing but I heard it. I shoot him a glare. “Do we have problem”. Standing up on my feet only to hunch a little in pain. This blue bitch nigga laughs at me. So I punch him right in his mouth. Which I immediately regret cause a sharp pain came to my side again. The guy looked shock but that quickly changed into anger. He stormed out of the tent. With a blue lady running after him but not before glaring at me. “Why did you do that y/n”. Jake said annoyed. “That’s what he gets for mumbling and cackling” I shrugged. “Where we at anyways”. “The omatikayan clan has let us stay here and teach us their ways.” I sighed “I don’t wanna learn their ways or anything. Let’s not act like we aren’t trying to get them to move. So we can get there materials. Which it seems like you forgot. Also how many days have I have I been out.” “You been out for seven days. And I haven’t forgot okay, and if anyone ask we are part of the jarhead clan.” “Wtf jarhead clan really that’s the best you got.” “Look I was put on the spot. Here’s some clothes, dinner will be ready soon.” With that Jake heads out of the tent. I put on the clothes and man when I tell ya took me 30mins. I also feel extremely uncomfortable like this is barely any clothing. I guess I don’t have a choice. As soon as I walked in to were everyone is gathered, they shot me a look. I saw a spot near the guy I punched earlier. Which seems to be the only spot left unfortunately. I sighed and walked over there. Luckily he just gave me a look cause if he would of said anything it would have been a wrap. I sat down and started eating my meal. After that Jake showed me where I was sleeping and that tsu’tey will be the one to train me. Which I rolled my eyes to that and head to bed. All of sudden I feel someone shaking me roughly. I groan and open my eyes slowly. Of course to no one’s surprise it’s him. “Wake up your train starts now.” With that he left. I’m guessing he wants me to follow him. I stretch and hoped off the bed mumbling “ lord give me strength” as I ran to catch up with him.

Fast-forward

Man training with Tsu’ey is a pain. If he’s not scowling at me, he just stares. Which be creeping me out at times. Sometimes it’s actually kinda cute cause I see him blush a little bit. Idk maybe staring is apart of their culture. Though I noticed that none of the males really interact with me. I probably not what they’re looking for not exactly the normal body type. Wasn’t back home either so I shouldn’t have expected anything different here. Most days I fine with how I look but sometimes I can’t help but wish my arms weren’t so muscular especially when I wear dresses. I snapped out of my thoughts when I heard Mo’at call me over.

Tsu’tey pov

…… to be continued

I hope you guys like it let me know if there any grammar errors.

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[cryyelan]

𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐔𝐓 — 𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐢 𝐲.

expect bad/inconsistent writing — tws/cws: violence, gore, abuse/bullying, mahito, mc is a lil wack (but I love her) attempted suicide, death, LOTS of angst, also OOC!!

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄 — CH 0

canon divergence — some pov switches + a time skip.

AS FAR as you can remember, you never exactly fit in with other people, you looked like any normal person at your school, however your social life was completely different.

it didn't help that loneliness digged its claws deep in your flesh, an agonizing sensation it was. Thousands and thousands of needles pricked at your heart as you watched your peers happily converse without a care in the world.

Every interaction you had with someone either ends awkwardly or the conversation just stops, making friends felt so foreign to you — friendship is like a forbidden fruit, but not like you wanted it anyway. The smell of your peers is disgusting, the scent of perfume, cologne and sweat mixing together as you sat down on the ground behind the school, leaning against the wall.

It was the only solace you had next to sitting on the rooftop benches, it's not often people go up there anyways — mostly because of such a turn off to stay around it is. The sight of dead leaves and litter didn't bother you.

But was it cruel for you to constantly think about your classmates as the trash that oh so nicely decorated the rooftop? Especially — wait what was her name again? oh wait..

Any mention of her name made your blood boil, why was it that Ayane of all people chose to target you? You followed every step there is to being a lonely middle school girl, as if there's an imaginary checklist.

No friends? Check.

Nonexistent social life? Check.

You were just like any normal person, why? why is she doing this to you? You did nothing that made her feel wronged, you stayed out everyone's way, yet like an apple on a head, you were bound to be an arrows target. You couldn't help but think about earlier.

Jeers and cruel words were exchanged as your body was pushed back against the wall as fluid met your face.

Ayane towering over your frail form, giggling maliciously as she watches you wipe her spit from your face.

"Jeez, [Y/N]! I didn't know you were such a loser!" The girl laughed as you get up, dusting off your uniform. "No need to speak the obvious, Ayane." The boy behind her piped up. "Shut up, Shigeru! Go back to smoking with your shitty ass friends, Let me deal with this freak first."

She hissed at him before turning her gaze back to you. "You better not forget my cigarettes next time, otherwise I'll get him to beat you half to death." Ayane snickered, staring at your bruised body. You struggled to stay up, leaning against the wall for support.

"Rotten bitch.." you muttered under your breath, wiping off blood off your mouth and chin.

"What was that?" She growled, eyebrows furrowing.

"Nothing." You spoke. "Hmph, that's what I thought."

"Whatever, don't forget what I said, pest." Ayane growled before leaving for the first floor, her companion following right behind.

You were now left alone again, but you couldn't help but wonder.. the names she called you. They stuck like gum on a shoes sole.

Pest?

Freak?

Is that what people thought of you? A pest? A freak?

Fatigue starts to course through your veins as you lie in your bed, just why are you letting yourself be treated like this? Where is your backbone, [Y/N]? Don't let her push you around like this. You don't have a shoulder to cry on— well, more like you do if talking to a picture of your long deceased friend and alongside a hospitalized mother and a father who's 'always' away for business, never paying attention to you.

It was the only comfort you had, if anything, But made you feel more isolated. But Ayane's words remained. Were you a freak for crying yourself to sleep every now and then? Were you a freak when you talked to the pictures like someone was there? Were you freak for pretty much existing?

You couldn't help but wonder before falling asleep. You could only hope for the best tomorrow.

A COUPLE MONTHS LATER

APRIL 30TH, 2018 — TOKYO

SUNLIGHT peeked through the blinds as your eyes flutter open before squeezing them shut again.

"Today is a special day."

You gently sighed as you get up from bed, walking towards the bathroom to change out of your nightwear and into your uniform, well — it wasn't just a uniform you had on. You had a crimson hairpin that stood out in comparison to your black hair.

"Special Day.."

Despite it today being your first day of high school— well in Tokyo, your mind couldn't help but wonder about her.

Ayane.

You had witnessed her decomposing corpse first hand — Chunks of her face, torso, and right leg were gone, maggots and flies feasting on her already seemingly eaten body.

But it wasn't the fact she died that lingered in your mind, but how. You couldn't help but feel wonderfully disgusted with your fascination.

Was it a cannibal who killed her? A rabid animal perhaps? As far as you know, the bites appear as human nor animal.

You pondered as you applied crimson lipstick on your (l/c) lips.

You weren't bad looking any means, actually pretty good looking. You wonder if anyone would talk to you, unlike your 'unattractive' middle school self.

It was a new school therefore new people, it's not like anyone would recognize the same girl who was bullied to buying cigarettes for her classmates who have no business having them in the first place.

You leave the bathroom to sit on the couch. 'What is time is it' you thought for brief moment before getting up and leaving to the front door, stepping outside and sitting the porch. The air outside wasn't exactly the most pleasant. The scent of garbage and mildew next door was repulsive.

Your nose scrunches as you recognize where the scent is coming from, the house next door.

It was home to a man in his late 40s, he wasn't particularly well liked among his neighbors, primarily due to his 'strange' behavior.

You once heard him frantically speak to your neighbors about seeing creatures — devils, monsters at night, watching him sleep.

It wasn't like you didn't believe him, but you felt like he was blowing things way out of proportion, they're harmless!

You couldn't help but want to pat the old man on the back, what's going through his head? The creatures are perfectly normal, they make great company too.

Speaking of old people...

Oh, mom and dad.

You already guessed they weren't going to be home for a while, He often leaves for work, barely ever appearing home unless hes there to gather paperwork and run errands.

Although both of you are family, your father treats less like a daughter but more like an acquaintance, and of course, you sort of in your own words — return the favor. As in barely talking to him. It was the exact same with your mother, except you never actually see her as per shes hospitalized due to a disease.

You always found them to be quite an odd pair, sometimes you'd overhear your fathers conversations on the phone, something about debt..

If he was in debt then why'd he pay so much money to move into a city expensive as Tokyo?

Whatever kind of business he had, to you at least, it didn't make sense to you that a nearly middle aged man to always be away from home and pretty much never interact or gave a shit about his daughter. But it seems like the most forty-nine year old thing to do. Maybe you weren't raised right, or maybe you just suck.

You snap out of thought as you left the front yard, leaving for school.

You're still fairly new in this city, family moving from Sapporo, you could only hope to cross your fingers for things to go smoothly along the way.

Maybe things won't be so bad.

Not even an a few minutes in, you're feel like you've already lost your way.

You look like an idiot if anything, guess you could never beat the clueless allegations. You walked your way through city as you pass shop after shop, cafe after cafe, time seems to move slow as your mind remains empty.

But while you continued pretty much explore the city, an individual had caught your eye.

You didn't get to see him for too long, but as far you can remember, he had white hair, and a blindfold..? Can he even see through that? Not to mention you felt pretty uneasy around him. Man, Tokyo is full of weird shit.

'Did I forget something?'

Perhaps you did, as now you stand in an unfamiliar neighborhood, the area becoming dark as the sun sets, did you really skip school?

Yeah, you did.

You squinted your eyes as you spot something moving in the distance, what is it?

Your eyes widen as the creature got closer, only realize it was same creature you had first seen upon moving to Tokyo. It had dark yellowish green skin, dirty beige hair running along its back, and a serpent-esque body but had four, smalls nubs serving as legs, as its face contorts into a smile, baring its human— in appearance, teeth.

"Motherr!!"

The slurred, feminine voice cried out as the it approached. You stare at creature practically wriggling its way towards you.

"Motherrr.. am I ugly..?!..."

It spoke again, the feminine voice sounded pained. As its body stops just a solid six feet away from you, close enough to get an even better view of it.

It had far to many eyes to keep count, they were at least as small as a cats. It was far, far uglier than the last time you saw it. A loud, piercing cry sounded out as the entity wriggled even closer. You couldn't help but sort of sympathize with it to some sorts..

"I know, I know. I'm ugly too."

You spoke blankly at the creature, blinking. "Not." You blew a raspberry as you lightly put on your lower eyelid playfully.

You decided to a take steps foward, closing the distance between you and the ugly thing.

You crouch down to its level as continues to wail. "You're not too bad looking, but wow— you're hideous~" You said in a sing-song voice, only to cover your ears as it suddenly screamed.

"I'M NOT UGLY!! I'M NOT UGLYYY!!!!"

"YOU'RE UGLY!!"

Your face twists into a scowl it was spoke as you were pushed down as the creature backed away, the sound of cracking and tearing of flesh fill the air as your face scrunches up in disgust at the sight before you. It's body contorts in uncomfortable positions as the nubs it had for legs stretched into long, human-like arms, flesh tearing in the process as purple blood splattered on the ground, some of getting on your uniform.

'Shit..that's going to leave a stain..'

it's many, many eyes gaze met yours as one, massive eye appears out of its sludgy skin.

It is a special day after all, right?

"You know, I've lived long enough to know I deserve far better than this!" You yelled out at the screaming creature. You thought these fuckers were normal! What the hell?!

You swore you just started to contemplate your entire life and your shitty choices.

Seriously [Y/N]? When was last time you ever learnt from something?

Last time you learnt something was the last time you saw her.

And this sure as hell wasn’t your first encounter with death, Joy and horror were the only things you felt that day.

[Y/N]’S POV

"YOU SHOULD SMILE MORE, [N/N]!" Aina called out, roughly pinching my cheeks, in attempt to make me smile. "What do you want, Aina?" I responded, getting her hands off my cheeks.

"I just wanna see you! You're being a little distant lately." She said, almost scoldingly. "If you ever need something, tell me!"

I couldn't help but smile at her words, I'm glad somebody like her exists.

"And there shes goooes.. shes smiling!" Aina said teasingly. "Now let's get out of here, it's getting late and you wouldn't want your parents to worry!" She took my hand as we ran our way through the hallway and to the entrance where our lockers are at.

"And don't forget to change your shoes, silly!" She quipped.

I opened my locker and started to change my shoes until the comfortable silence was cut off by Aina.

"Hey, have you heard about Hashimoto going missing lately?"

My blood ran cold as she spoke those words. Hashimoto —missing?

"Hashimoto... She went missing..?" I uttered under my breath, but was loud enough for the taller girl to hear. What could've happened to her?

"Yeah, even that boy that always with her too." She responded, voice hushed. "You seem close to them, no?"

"We were close, but not anymore." I scowled and turnt towards her direction. "Okay, I don't know what happened between you both but I won't pry." She gave a soft smile as she waited by the open doors.

I put my indoor shoes in the locker and closed it before turning towards brown haired girls direction, her hazel eyes meet mine.

"Want me to walk you home? Just so you won't go missing?" The taller girl asked as she looked at me with almost pleading eyes.

"No thanks, I can handle myself." I turned down her offer.

"Are you sure?" She asked. "Yes, I am sure — I promise I'll be safe." I said.

"Alright then, you better pinky promise!" She said proudly, holding her pinky up. "No pinky promise — we're too old to be doing this." I responded. "You're never too old to make a pinky promise!" She beamed with stars in her eyes. Damn it, who am I to reject her?

"Fine, I pinky promise." I deadpanned, holding out my finger.

Our fingers joined together only for a few seconds and only to pull away as Aina giggled.

"Well then, I'll see you tomorrow! Stay safe [N/N]!" She waved off and ran off until I couldn't see her anymore.

I pulled out my phone and checked the time, my fingers against the cracked screen.

'Three-Forty Five? Should be barely anyone here..'

I put my phone in my book bag and exited the building, walking to the gate.

My home is rather far from the school, it was solid thirty minute walk at least.

As I walked home, I saw a couple of those creatures again, they were a variety murky and bright colors and strange features, big and small — and they didn't seem to stick around any longer as if they were scared of me. I kept on walking until I stopped on my tracks and scrunched my nose. The scent of iron filled the air I notice a trail of blood

I looked in the direction of where that scent was coming from.

'The forest? Did somebody get hurt?'

It didn’t help that my home was quite far from any public area outside of a bad neighborhood.

But how did somebody not notice this?

Something was begging me not to follow the trail, but the other in the back of head was beckoning.

But I was curious, far too curious.

I followed the trail, only to stop in my tracks again. I wanted to scream, I wanted to run away — But I couldn't.

It was none other but her body in front of me.

Ayane Hashimoto.

I was at a loss for words I saw her rotting body.

How...why...

Who did this?

And why?

I took a step back and turned away from the sight of the body and began to walk away.

I lived long enough to know I deserve better.

I deserve so much better.

I am about to die, yet here I am thinking about the past. Why am I just remembering who my friend is? Why am I just remembering all those horrible things that have happened to me so long ago?

I wonder if anything I've done for anyone meant anything. I wonder what everything I've said meant anything. I wonder if I meant anything to anyone at all.

I suffer because my decisions, but why do I regret them? It's not like it'll happen again.

It's not like it'll happen again at all.

I closed my eyes as the creature attacked me, only to feel nothing at all.

Huh?

I opened my eyes only to hear the sound of crunching and splattering.

There was something else present.

I looked at the creature being eaten and took a closer look.

It was a mantis..? A rather giant one.

It had black, splotch-like markings with red in the center, it looked far different than any other mantis I’ve seen, not to mention its size.

It continued to eat the serpent-like creature as pained wails sounded out before being completely drowned out by the sound of squelching flesh and the cracking of bones.

It wasn't too long until the carnage stopped, the remains of the being disintegrating as it let out one last cry before completely disappearing altogether.

I laid there in shock — just where did it come from?

I flinched as the mantis cocked its head in my direction, before approaching me.

Its bloodied body moved faster than I thought as its large massive eyes met mine.

It seemed to do a nodding motion before its body began to evaporate into steam.

Just what was that?

"Nice shikigami you got there." A deep, masculine voice spoke, breaking the uncomfortable silence. I cocked my head to look back at the figure behind me.

He had spiky, white hair and a blindfold, but one thing that really made me wonder was his height, just how tall is this man?! How many times has he hit his head on doorways?

My eyes went as wide as saucers as I realized — this is the same man I saw earlier, passing by a bakery.

I glared at him, pointing a finger.

"Who are you?”

@bridemiko — if you see any of my work published outside of tumblr, quotev, and wattpad — its most likely not me!

[natalynsie]

Ugly Doll (Heather Focus Oneshot)

The razor buzzed in Heather’s hand. She turned it off. And on. And off again.

She dropped the razor into the sink and sobbed into her hands. Again.

Her eyes were already puffy and red enough. The more she cried the more she looked like shit. The more like shit, the less she could bear to actually bring the razor to her hair and get rid of the final bits. What remained of her hair was uneven and uncomfortable, not to mention incredibly tangled, but she wanted to hold onto what was left so bad.

She ran her hands through what was left, but the action just made her cry harder. Her teeth were clenched and eyebrows furrowed as she looked in the mirror. Mascara ran down her face, and her lipstick was smeared. She should’ve taken care of her makeup earlier.

She was an ugly doll with pretty hair. But she didn’t have that pretty hair anymore.

She wanted to hide in a hole forever.

Knock.

“Go away,” Heather croaked. Her voice was cracked and it was very evident that she had been crying. Well, as if the entire resort hadn’t heard her crying anyways.

“Heather, your crying is keeping everyone up,” Leshawna’s voice was heard through the door.

“I said go away!” Heather raised her voice, now knowing that the girl she called her enemy for the entire season was the girl at the door. Maybe if it was like, Cody or something, she wouldn’t be as harsh. Out of pity. But Leshawna? Telling her to shut up no less.

A long and loud sigh was exhaled. “Heather. Let me in.”

“No.”

“I promise I won’t make fun of you.”

“No.”

“Heather! If you want to feel like shit for the finale, I’ll let you. I thought maybe you would want the energy when we watched it tomorrow.”

Heather perked up, and opened the door of the bathroom. However, she didn’t venture to the door of her bedroom. “We’re watching the finale?”

“Yeah. Live. We got the news earlier today. We’re going to watch Gwen and Owen compete tomorrow.”

Heather put her hand on the doorknob of her bedroom door.

“I know you’re at the door, Heather.”

Heather retracted her hand. “I’m still not letting you in.”

“Look, girl,” Leshawna said, a relaxed, calmer tone sneaking into her voice. “I don’t want you crying all night. Whatever’s going on with you, I’ll help.”

Heather sighed. “Fine. You can come in.”

She couldn’t believe she was giving in. Leshawna was probably just there to make fun of her once she saw her. She had every reason to. Heather was a bitch to her all summer. And she just lost her hair. And the competition. All for nothing. Because of some dumbass loophole Chris came up with to fuck her over. She guessed it was karma. Maybe a bit of what she did was uncalled for. But in her defense, the first interaction she really had with Leshawna was a fight and getting thrown off a cliff. Things could only go downhill from there. It wasn’t her fault.

Heather opened the door.

Leshawna looked Heather up and down, and Heather regretted opening the door. She was stupid.

“You seriously haven’t shaved the rest of your hair yet?” Leshawna asked, arms folded.

“Just come inside,” Heather demanded. She couldn’t wait to shut the door so no one else had the possibility of seeing her like this.

Leshawna stepped inside and Heather closed the door. She walked to the bathroom, and Leshawna followed closely behind.

“I can’t do it,” Heather sighed in defeat. “I can’t cut my hair.”

“You cannot tell me you plan on walking around like this.” Leshawna picked a piece of her hair and swung it.

“I know, but my hair…” Heather began. “It’s my life. I’ve always had long hair. And now I don’t have any? I lost it all for nothing.”

“Look, Heather.” Leshawna turned towards Heather. Heather noticed this in the mirror and looked at Leshawna. “It sucks that this happened. I know you take pride in your looks. And hair means a lot to girls. But your hair isn’t everything. It’s just stuff that keeps your brain warm, or something like that. Harold told me that.”

“Harold is stupid. And you don’t even know how much my hair matters to me. You get to wear weaves and braids and wigs. I haven’t even seen your real hair. Whatever Harold said might be what it is to you, but that’s not how it is to me.”

“My hair does mean a lot to me,” Leshawna stated. “I take a lot of pride in it. I think it’s beautiful. There’s been a lot of points in my life when I wore it natural. Losing it would definitely hurt a lot. I get why you’re so upset.” She put a hand on Heather’s shoulder. “But the damage has been done. Your hair isn’t here now. And you have to learn how to love yourself without it.”

“Like you’ve ever had to do that.”

“I haven’t. I never lost my hair. But I had to learn to love myself with my hair.” Leshawna twirled her ponytail around in circles. “There’s a reason I wore a weave when I came here. People are ruthless. Especially straight-hair beauty queens like you. We’re in the same boat, just in opposite directions.”

Heather remained silent. She was going to be honest- she wasn’t innocent when it came to coming for the way other peoples’ hair looked. In elementary school, she knew a lot of girls with thick curly hair that they didn’t know how to take care of yet. She knew a lot of girls who had oily hair that they couldn’t wash enough. And girls with afros were no exception from her wrath.

“Plus,” Leshawna turned back to the mirror and Heather did the same, “you had this coming all summer.”

Heather sighed. “I did.”

Leshawna smirked. “I’m glad you’re taking accountability for your actions. Now, you have a choice.”

A look of confusion appeared on Heather’s face. She looked at Leshawna again.

“You can either look fear in the eyes, take your life into your own hands, say fuck you, and shave your hair off,” Leshawna began. Heather looked at the razor sitting on the opposite side of the bathroom counter. “Or, you can let fear take over you and let someone else do it for you. It’s your choice.”

Heather stared at the razor. She had to do it. She couldn’t let fear win. She worked so hard this entire season, and right now, she had nothing to show for it. Now she did. Now, she had the ability to give a giant middle finger to the people who made her younger self feel so horrible about the way she looked. She could give everything up right now. She could shave her hair, she could stop wearing makeup, she could wear whatever she wanted to. And she could learn to love herself whether she was an ugly doll or not.

What did it matter, anyways? Leshawna came to terms with the way she looked a long time ago. She learned to think she was beautiful no matter what anyone else said. And she was right. Leshawna was beautiful.

Heather was beautiful. Hair or no hair, she was beautiful.

She picked up the razor. Leshawna smiled.

“You got this, girl.”

Heather turned on the razor, and brought it to her scalp.

Ching.

A large piece of her hair fell to the floor.

Ching.

And another.

Ching.

And another.

The more hair that fell from her head and onto the white tiled floor, the more Leshawna’s smile grew. Heather couldn’t help but smile herself. This was her life. She was in charge. And right now, she was about to rock a clean-shaven head like God intended. And anyone who had anything to say about it, well, Heather had plans for them.

“Hell yes,” Leshawna grinned as the last of Heather’s hair fell to the ground.

Heather smiled back. “I think I can do this. It’s a fresh start.”

“Oh, and the lord knows we need it after this hell of a show.”

Heather was quiet for a moment, before diving in to give Leshawna a hug. She scrunched her eyes shut and tried to hold back the rest of her tears.

“Um…”

“Thanks, Leshawna,” Heather whispered. “I don’t think I could’ve done it without you.”

Heather pulled back, and Leshawna had a smaller, but warm smile on her face. “Of course.”

“This doesn’t change anything, right?” Heather asked.

“Nope,” Leshawna grinned. “You’re still Ms. Cheated her way to a Hundred-Thousand and Failed to me.”

“Good,” Heather wiped a singular tear from her eye. “You’re still the girl who threw me off a cliff on my first day of this show.”

“Great. Now, can you promise me to not cry tonight? I want to sleep.”

“Yeah,” Heather whispered. “Good night.”

“Good night.”

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Mun name: Jo

OOC Contact: This blog, DM's, discord (selective), my main blog

Who the heck is my muse anyway:

This blog contains three muses at present:

Andrealphus - A Great Marquis of hell, a member of the Ars Goetia, brother of Stella, ex brother in law of Stolas (or brother in law pre divorce), Ice Queen/Elsa/Frosty Bitch. My Andre is canon divergent at times and takes inspiration from a fair amount of places. He is loud, proud, arrogant, showy, flashy, just like a true peacock. He is also quite cunning, ruthless, and conniving, especially if there is a way to obtain more power/status. He does have a much softer side, but it's buried under multiple layers of ice/is at the bottom of an iceberg so good luck getting to it!

Octavia - Princess of the Ars Goetia, daughter of Stolas and Stella, and a very much emo teen who is going through some shit and has issues. My Octavia will be canon divergent as the series goes on, because I highly suspect the narrative/writing and fandom will do her so damn dirty and she deserves better. She loves both her parents (albeit Stolas more than Stella) and is filled with anger, hurt and sadness. There is a joyful soul underneath, but it hasn't been seen in years....

Caim - Camio, a great president of hell (or soon to be whenever she takes over her father's role) who is part goetian, part youkai (tengu). Currently living in the human world but visits hell whenever the need arises. Is also Andre's close, and in some cases only friend and was his ex fiance at one point. Can be calm and level headed, and serious. However, she does have quite a bit of pride and so help you if you cross her. Very good with a sword and fast as lightning. Also married to a very beautiful, drop dead gorgeous and hot kitsune wife, who is just as deadly as Caim is. Tread cautiously.

Points of interest:

Andre - Has a lot of trust and intimacy issues, and deep down tires of the aristocratic bullshit that has governed his life since birth. Is a softie who will raise hell should anyone he cares about comes to harm.

Octavia - She's going through it and just wishes to be happy again. She takes after her dad more than her mom, especially when expressing joy/happiness.

Caim - Is a half blood/mix of demon and youkai, which makes it hard for her to truly settle in either world. She does her best to make it work, though!

What they’ve been up to recently:

Andre - Has been dealing with the bullshit that is Stella's divorce, her relation to the imp assassin she hired to off Stolas, and generally staving off the inevitable anxiety and panic attack both. Also struggling with intimacy and coming to terms with many personal issues. He's not handling any of these as well as he thinks he is.

Octavia - Found out the truth behind her parent's relationship, learned that her mother hired an assassin to take out her dad, got adopted by Lucifer in one verse, and is generally trying to make sense of the world she knew rapidly dissolving before her eyes.

Caim - Currently bouncing between realms while secretly working toward obeying her father's request: To take his spot in the Goetian hierarchy. She is trying to find a way to do this while keeping her life in the human world. She's also checking in on Andre from time to time, along with other acquaintances in hell. Sometimes her wife, Yui, will join her.

Where to find them:

Andre - His mansion, rich/fancy places, with Stella, roaming around some of the other levels of hell if required, at Goetian gatherings. But mostly you can find him in various areas of the Pride Ring.

Octavia - Stolas's mansion, with her mother, or roaming the Pride Ring.

Caim - At Andre's mansion, in various places in the Pride Ring, or her home on the outskirts of Tokyo.

Current plans:

Flesh out all three of my muses; have Octavia find her family again (found or otherwise) and connect with her old, happy self; have Andre find love and stable relationships, platonic or otherwise while also getting over his hangups with intimacy while also slowly letting go of the politics and bullshit that govern his life; just use Caim more in rp's and flesh her out as her own person instead of an Andre accessory.

Desired interactions:

Andre - enemies to lovers romance, shipping shenanigans, friendships or people tolerating him, threads where his beliefs and mindset are challenged, Andre finally losing his shit on Stella and the two having a full blown argument that ends in either a mess, or a better understanding of each other. Give me messy family drama! Also drama with other Goetia and befriending more sinners and those of the lower class.

Octavia - Found family, finding friends and just getting to be a happy teen?

Caim - I will take anything. Please interact with her.

Offered interactions:

I have a bunch of memes and open posts on my blog, but if you'd like to plot my DM's are open!

Current open post/s:

Open Posts, Memes, or any dash commentary posts tbh.

Anything else?:

Rules l Muses

I stole this from the dash.

[marinerainbow]

AH YES, Greasy ask time.

Alright, so since our talk yesterday (Or the day after if you're seeing this in the morning!!) about Shiny, mentioning Poppy as well AND Lottie... I've got this funny scenario in my head XD

Imagine versions of all these women from alternative universes in which they are each with 'their own' Greasy (Who have been left behind) somehow ending up all together in the universe where Greasy hurt Poppy!!

Grease thinks he's gonna get triple teamed, or that they're gonna fight over him 😂😂 welll...

... he is going to be very disappointed XD Like:

Greasy: 👀 Hola, mi hermo-

Shiny: Oh no don't you even look at me. Remember I still got those sheers, and they haven't been sharpened in a long time.

Greasy: -eugh, oh no... uh, well you? Little Charlotte? Will you be nicer to m-

Lottie, rifling through her bag: Uhh, I think I still have one of those cyanide pills from service in here...

Shiny: Hey, don't do-

Lottie: Oh no!, its not for me. For him.

Shiny: Ah. Fair enough. Y'know, I have a drink we can put it in?

Lottie: Great!-

Greasy: *Jumps back* You are your fathers daughter!! Fine! Poppy, surely, it will be you, then?...

Poppy: Um no?? I dont think so?? Don't touch me??-

Greasy: *reaches over anyway as Poppy inches away*

Psycho: *CHOMP*

(I'm so sorry if I got Shiny or Poppy wrong!!)

Ohhh my lord. Greasy, you done did it now XDD

First off, you got Poppy and Shiny absolutely right!!! I'm honestly so excited that you wrote Shiny and Lottie interacting in this! Even if it's only exchanging a few words. If she knew Lottie, Shiny would absolutely take on the role of cool but crazy aunt who helps prepare her for boy troubles.

(Did he really think he was gonna get triple action?? That he was gonna get hurt!Poppy again???? The audacity of this bitch-)

(Also, if this version of Greasy hit on Lottie, Shiny's ditching the sheers and grabbing a spoon for that operation. She couldn't save her best friend in time, but she for damn sure ain't gonna let Lottie get taken advantage of)

Meanwhile Poppy is looking at them like "You.. How... You guys could kill him!" "... Uh, yeah! That's the idea, honey!" "But-" "He hurt you! You should have the most incentive to get back at him!"

Also, I absolutely love the fact that Psycho popped up out of nowhere XD either he followed them, probably to make sure Pops is ok, or he got to be the exception to girls night because Poppy doesn't have any weapons with her if some guy harasses her. Psycho is her defense! Next to Shiny XD

Though imagine that conversation playing out XD

Lottie: Uh... Poppy? Watcha got there?

Poppy, holding Psycho's hand so he doesn't wander off: Psycho. He wanted to know if he could come with us?

Lottie and Shiny: *share a look, knowing that Poppy more than likely doesn't even have pepper spray on her in case things go south* ...

Shiny: Eh. Fine by me. But he better keep his paws away from my nachos. He still owes me a burger from the last time we hung out!

(She was originally going to be Smartass' sister, yet Shiny and Psycho have developed more sibling energy than I was prepared for XD)

Oooh imagine the Greasy Shiny is with being there though?? Like, in that timeline, he and Poppy didn't 'date' before. They're friends! How do you think he'd respond to the fact that another version of himself hurt her? Would he be in Shiny's corner or would he hesitate because that is, technically, still him?

This was fun to read in the morning! Thank you for sending it in! ^^

[dnangelic]

TSUN! I HAVE SOME CHOICE WORDS TO SAY TO YOU!!!!

you are such an absolute delight to see on the dash and interact with, and that is no exaggeration! I adore all of your muses and even if i don’t know any of their respective medias, i learn about them through your writing and your metas and you talking about them and thats so fun to do!!! ITS ACTUALLY MY FAVORITE THING EVER! I appreciate you giving my dazai a chance despite not knowing bsd aswell as p much any of my other muses sknsksns you’ve been so sweet to me since we first became mutuals and i genuinely love seeing you around so much 😭 i see you on the dash and my day gets atleast 10% better without fail every single time. i hope u talk about your boys forever and ever . ITS SO FUN TO BUILD DYNAMICS WITH YOU!!! anyone is lucky to write with / plot with / interact with you i wont even lie and i genuinely believe that nsjsksnsjssn i appreciate that you show interest in so many of my muses it makes my heart so so so warm . I HOPE WE CAN CONTINUE WRITING NOVELS TOGETHER FOREVERRRRR even though i know im the one who owes you like 2829922 things ksnsksns DW AB THAT . I ALSO WANNA SAY about you writing dark and daisuke specifically i think its so good how much care you put into a series thats really old and like Ive genuinely put the manga on my reading list BECAUSE of the interest garnered from your writing !! SOLELY BECAUSE OF YOU ! u are an absolute angel ( … hehehehensnensn … bejbwnw … get it bc … bc …!2&2!/@/!/82 s hehehehe ) AND YOU ARE ALWAYS SO KIND TO ME and always so interactive and i can’t even beginnnnnnnnnnnnnn to properly articulate how much of a joy you are 2 interact with !!! wishing you and daisuke and dark and yan qing and all ur muses the best day ever . 🙌

OH MY GOOOOOOSH and to think i was sitting here at ur post like 'should i ask permission for nine asking for permission. what if nine doesn't wanna say anything. i hate feeling like im ever panhandling for a compliment. nine should be pouring soup into my lap and slapping dark + calling him a bitch so i can finally apologize but youuuuUUU YOUUUUU ALL THESE FEELINGS R SO MUTUAL!!! I LOVE SEEING U TALK!!! IT BRINGS ME SM JOY TO SEE U POST!!! even the most random stuff. doesn't matter if its long or short. literally dont even worry abt owing me stuff ur presence alone is also a DELIGHT ur fr like such a funny mut and person BUT UR ALSO SO GOOD AT UR MUSES TOO??? LIKE i could go on forever abt how much i respect ur dazai alone and how even if i don't know bsd canon that's probably for the best, bc ur now ur dazai is The canon dazai to me, but u also have like nine... billion... (hehehesbhgbssnsjkdj x2) MUSES ON UR MULTI THAT U ALSO FLAWLESSLY INVEST URSELF IN AND!! WOWWWW WHAT A MUN!!! genuinely im so glad i found u even in this hellsite and that i can just toddle around following u like this everywhere 🐥 every like i leave on ur post is me picking at it for crumbs like a pigeon in a city being tossed bread. keep tossing that bread for me please please. IM CRYING. IM WAILING!!!! BUT SINCE U BROUGHT UP READING DNANGEL LET ME ACTUALLY HELP U OUT TOO??

scans are like absolutely everywhere and most places have the godawful quality fan translations. u can and frankly probably should read the official eng which is available here. dnangel had a weird run where the eng was only licensed and translated up to book 13. 14 and 15 (and beyond) are fan translations, but there's exactly one chapter that's ALWAYS broken on any website you go to except this one. this site doesn't complete the series though so the last link you'd have to hop to is this one. but the entire series is only 20 volumes in total. you could speedread through it in like a day. it's short and sweet and i love it even with its flaws. why else would i b here writing dark n dai. anyways. point is. tysm. im holding u and all ur muses tight. i wont leave u!!!! im so glad i met u!!! uve done sm for me already and i wont forget it!!! MY SO TALENTED FRIEND!!!