#but I have so so so much and the only one who knows is Shiney if I die this is All Gone

[moltengoldveins]

aight basic character breakdowns bc I need the mental stability that comes with having this written down somewhere oki doki (so so so many spoilers head if somehow one of my five mutuals cares)

Flannery O’Shannon - also known by the Guild as the Red Speaker, a werewolf thrall of the vampire Carrion, though the Guild doesn’t know they’re the same individual. What the Guild also doesn’t know? She’s the vampire. Carrion is the werewolf thrall. Born about 45AD, turned in her late forties/early fifties, wandered Egypt, Northern Africa, and the Middle East until the early Middle Ages when she moved to Europe and settled in a town near a small monastery. Is exceedingly…. Catholic? Maybe? Can a vampire be Catholic? A question, she, I, and everyone else has been asking for centuries. Likes embroidery and music, but cannot sing due to health complications.

Jericho Dale - Former professional Guild vampire hunter, now retired due to his disagreements with the Guild’s changing policies (complete degradation in morals) and working as a jeweler and silversmith in the Appalachian Mountains. Knows Flannery as the nearest Guild contact, and someone willing to smuggle his (technically contraband) protective charms and functional supernatural jewelry out to both guild and non-guild hunters. Can spit 10 yards, drink an average of five men under the table, and is a surprisingly skilled cello player.

Ransom Ozies - Guild hunter, werewolf specialist, grew up in Chicago dealing with the pack-gangs there and cleaning up small scale supernatural issues on the side, selfies in the sewer system, kobolds in the subways, that sort of thing. Highly skilled investigator with a passion for silver bullets, a vicious sense of right and wrong, and a damn near unstoppable resolve to kill every single werewolf he can find. Enjoys jazz, good food, and tea.

Selene Loor - The ‘vampire’ Carrion. Born in the late 1400s and infected with lycanthropy at a young age, she met Red after her transformation and the two became close friends. She was very nearly executed for witchcraft after her transformation was discovered, but was instead rescued by Red, who made her a thrall in order to heal her severe injuries. She works as the land manager for the wilderness and the various preserves of northern West Virginia. She’s a contortionist, a goth, and a passionate juggler. She also plays the viola.

ransom and the speaker’s carrion character sketches bc I cannot functionally write without art

Tumblr as always crunches quality plz tap and zoom in at ur leisure-

[project-sekai-facts]

Are all the characters rich (except Kanade) ?

it's stated in Knowing the Unseen that around the time ena was born, her family was struggling due to shinei's art career not being successful, which led him to almost quitting. of course, he didn't quit, and he ended up becoming pretty successful, but yeah they weren't doing well when the kids were much much younger.

An's a weird case because in her initial 2* story she says "I guess the rich girls from Miya Academy wouldn't normally wear that sort of stuff" which yknow implies that there's a difference between her and them through wealth. while her dad was famous, he wasn't hugely well known outside his niche, plus they live above a cafe and it's not particularly crowded a lot of the time. then they decided that ken and his group had worldwide success so that kinda went out the window. apparently ken has a lot of money to one side (mentioned in ORS), but all things considered they seem to live a pretty modest lifestyle.

mafuyu is an interesting one, because while she does go to the rich school, her mother does not work, and her dad works a ridiculous amount of overtime and extra shifts for the family. i'm pretty sure there's dialogue that implies her mother's side of the family is not very well-off whilst her father's is, but i couldn't remember where it was from.

we don't really know a whole lot about nene or mizuki's lifestyles and families, so it's hard to gauge how much money they have, but they're basically the only characters who could be not particularly rich. also despite airi and haruka going to an expensive private school and being very successful in the entertainment industry, it's worth noting that they both seem to live in apartments, airi's being pretty small from what we see of it, which might suggest that their money comes from themselves rather than their families. airi also acknowledges that her idol work was probably hard on her family financially in RE:START.

[icarusredwings]

Save a horse...

(SFW, Read the tags. 1/2

Promts: One's on purpose. The other is oblivious. Can you guess which is which?

"..I didn't know that was a gay bar.")

Pov, you're currently a drunk and slightly nervous Wade Wilson - Not Deadpool. Wade Wilson. You know, that guy who's so insecure about his entire body that he covered 100% of it and often times has multiple costumes/masks on because it's a metaphor for how he actually feels on the inside? Yeah. Him.

You are also currently sitting in a midwestern country bar with a shitty luke warm beer waiting for your 'Room mate' to say he's ready to come home. Watching how lit up he gets when around ranch hands and hard whiskey makes you tip your hat in fear you might actually look like there's pepperoni on your face from how red it's getting.

Slouching into your chair further, you start grumbling how the joke wasn't even that funny and that you could make a joke 10 times funnier, but you promised previously to behave yourself. Plus, you weren't doing so hot anyway. This was your 8th one as it was, and already you were watching his every move. How his canines sat when he smirked, how his arm hung over the back of his chair, how his boots crossed under the table, how he used the bottle in his hand as almost a speaking point, making geastures with it as he litsened, responding to their stories with his own. Right now the topic was about fixing fences and Horses escaping, riding horses, etc.

Honestly, he's heard worse. Ten year old girls talk more seriously about horses than these 4 rugged grown beareded men.. it seemed so boring..

Oh god. At this point, you're wondering why you even came. You clearly didn't fit in here, and these jeans did NOT do you any favors in the front. Was this why he was always so bitchy? Because his balls were getting strangled together by denim all the time?

It's not until you hear something in which you perk up. "Wade. Wade! Come're! Tell'em bout tha' there one time, will ya?"

Blinking, you wondered. Did you hear that, right? That beautiful draw and slur in his words calling for YOU of all people?

"Come on boy! We wont bite!" One of the men laughed. You could of sworn you just heard Logan chuckle and say "You better not.." in a tone that was... not firmiliar.

Slowly, You get up and stagger over only to be grabbed by the massive belt buckle and pulled close. His arm wrapping around your waist as he looked up at you with such shiney yet hammered eyes. "Tell'em!"

"Tell them what?"

"Bout the thing."

"Which thing?"

"Ya know the- Oh wait ya weren't there for that. Well shit, sorry...Oh! Wade, thi's Buck, Cletus and Mark. Have a seat."

For a moment, you blink as if he's gone mad. There were no seats left. Only 4 at one table. And as much as you'd love to just sit on his lap, there's no way he'd allow that. Not in front of these guys. Manly men didn't let other men sit on their laps in public. He's learned that the hard way.

"How much have you had, Wolfie?"

"Ah! Nevermin' that! Sit!" As if God himself awnsered your prayers he dragged you down into his lap, keeping you sat sideways and with an arm around you for no reason at all other then to claim dominance? Territory even? Just.. cause?

Either way, you find yourself a bit too shocked to speak, but let's be honest, that never lasts long. Trying to hide your face, You mutter;

"So...new friends of yours?" You ask the beast of a man who's locked his arm onto your hip.

"Cowfolk are usually quite... fond.. of one another." Buck says as if trying to tell you something, but you were far too knackered to get it the first go.

"We got a way of finding each other." Mark speaks up.

"Oh, do you now?" You ask, sounding intrigued.

It was now that you understood FULLY why he brought you to this bar specifically. Or was he even aware? No he couldn't be that dull- well...

Suddenly, you relaxed completely into his arms, wrapping an arm loosely around his neck, fitting into him like a puzzle piece. Like a wave of relief that you could infact show affection in here. It made you wonder if that was why Logan was so handsy or if he was just three sheets to the wind.

"Mmh. It's how we found ol' Logan here." Cletus made the mistake of saying and smiling at the muscly hairy man in a way Wade knew far too well.

Giving a quick, threatening glance, you take off your hat and put it on top of his head while staring them dead in the face. Howlett wasn't the only one who was territorial..

[melanieph321]

Request 1: “It's the first time I'm asking for something here but can you do Ruben x y/n  when your y/n is going to his first game and she's pregnant you can add the rest of the details as you like”

Request 2:  Could you please do an imagine where man city have just won the premier league and Rubens boys come charging on the pitch to celebrate with him (just pure chaos) and reader has just given up trying to keep them under control and is trailing behind with their youngest and only daughter

Request 3: Ruben + readers gender reveal. Their finally having a girl after like 3/4 boys, Ruben + the man city boys are so overjoyed Ruben runs to them instead of his wife

The result...

Ruben Dias x Reader - The celebration

Enjoy!

"Wait for mommy!"

Three years and four kids later, you finally came to watch Rubens game. It was against Chelsea and the 1-0 victory against them was post celebratory, considering Manchester City had already won the league. Either way,  your sons were overjoyed by the experience, wanting to invade the pitch with the other players families. You had to trail your steps behind them with your pregnant belly slowing you down.

"There is Daddy!"

You had one boy, Matteo, wait up for you, grabbing your hand so the two of you could cross the pitch together. He was your youngest and also your sweetest. He would grow up to break many hearts, you thought.

"Mommy look."

Your other three boys had gone down to the pitch without hesitation, charging towards Ruben who collected them in his arms, one by one. They were taking turns putting on the premier leauge golden medal by the time you and Matteo got to them.

Ruben smiled seeing you and Matteo crossing the pitch together. He put down the three heathens and waved for Matteo to give him a hug. He did so running towards Rubens embrace, jumping into his arms.

"Did you enjoy the match?" He asked, kissing Matteo's temple.

"But dad you weren't playing."

Ruben chuckled. "No, not as much as I usually do. But there'll be more games next season. Then you can come see daddy play from the start.

Matteo nodded his head. "Can I also try on the medal?"

"Of course." Ruben put him down, letting him run to his brothers.

"You know..." You smiled, as it was your turn to congratulate Ruben. "...They'll be fighting over that medal all night."

Ruben railed you in for a long kiss. "What's new." He smiled against your lips.

It was a lovely scene at the Ethiad, with all the players friends, families and kids on the pitch, taking photos with the trophy and what not. Most kids were running around tossing blue confetti at each other. Your boys were no different, as soon as they lost interest in the golden medal they were off chasing one another around the green field.

"I'm glad you came." Ruben said, kissing your cheek, watching you keep a slight eye out for the boys.

You turned your head to look up at him. "Me too."

"I'm glad all of you came."

Rubens hand went to your stomach. You smiled.

"Get a room you two!"

Ruben sighed at the interruption. It was John Stones with a smeared grin on his face.

"Or perhas don't get a room. We all know what happens whenever you and Y/N get ten minutes alone."

Ruben let his arms around you go but grabbed a hold of your hand instead. "Don't you have selfies to take with the trophy John?"

He shrugged. "Ilkay has it. And I want to say hello to Y/N."

You shook your head and smiled. "Hello John."

"Hello gorgeous." He kissed your cheek and gave you a hug. "Pregnant again, I see."

"Is there anything better to do?"

"Apparently not." He chuckled.

"Eyy, the baby makers!"

Somthing big and shiney approached in the corner of your eye, Ilkay gündoğan along with Riyad Mahrez, carrying the Premier leauge trophy.

"Y/N!" They cheered. "Where are the boys?"

"Around, probably up to no good" You shifted your head in search for them.

"Yes my nieces are the same." Marhez laughed. "I have confetti in my pants because of them."

"Eyy, Y/N!"

Rubens teammates were popping up left and right, perhaps suprised to finally see you at a game, this time it was Kyle Walker.

"I thought that was your son's playing with mine. Why aren't they in the youth team with my boy?"

"I think Ruben rather make a team of his own." John Stones snorted.

Ruben slapped the back of his head.

"Ouch."

"When is the due date?" Ilkay asked.

"September." You said.

The guys shared Oo's and ahh's, mostly directed at Ruben who rolled his eyes at them.

"Do you know the sex?" Marhez asked.

"Not yet." Ruben said, throwing his arm around your shoulder.

"Actually..."

Ruben turned to you, eyebrows furrowed. "What?"

You shrugged. "I was gonna tell you about it after my appointment last week but that's when the game against Nottingham happened and you became champions."

Ruben batted his lashes, dumbfounded.

"Go on, tell us then." Said Kyle.

The other guys looked to Ruben who still had his eyes on you. You smiled. "It's a girl!"

His face lit up. "A girl?"

You nodded. "A girl."

He turned to his teammates. "We're having a girl!"

Overjoyed was the least words to describe their reaction. They were jumping around like chipmunks on ecstasy. You'd think it was Ruben carrying the child by the way his teammates embrace him and marked his face with wet kisses. John Stones was the happiest of them all. " I told you about the lemon juice, didn't I?"

"You did." Ruben chuckled.

"Lemon juice?" You frowned.

"I told your hubby here that if he wanted to make a girl  he better start drinking at least a gallon of lemon. He as done so ever since."

"You have?"

Ruben blushed.

You thought of the times when you kissed his lips and tasted the sourness from the lemon juice. Back then you didn't think much of it, perhaps it had been a wierd part of his diet. Never did you think that Ruben cared so much for the two of you to finally have a girl.

"Ruben." You shook your head. "You didn't have to do that for me."

"It worked didn't it?" John Stones was over the moon. He, Ruben, Ilkay and Kyle ran to tell the rest if their teammates news, leaving you alone with the Premier League trophy.

"Boys." You sighed, with a smile on your face.

[gaiaxygang]

rereading ena3 because i'm unwell

(condensed for character limit)

first, i am very proud of ena for facing this assignment head on and instead of giving up or trying against next time, decides to bring it home and try again.

putting the rest under the cut because this got HORRENDOUSLY long lmao i just love this story so much.

to my pit babe mutuals..... this is the story focused on the pair i mean when i say Omg This Reminds Me Of KentaWay. the direct cause of my 50k++ pit babe wordcount on ao3 even. they are very important to me!!!

something to be said about ena drawing herself first before eventually basing her artwork off mafuyu instead... very gay. and also another thing that points to them not being so different after all (which is the realisation ena comes to at the end of this story).

ena hates asahina mama so much i think it's cute. this is so telling of ena's hotheaded approach to things and her not really understanding mafuyu's circumstances. mafuyu can't just tell her mom when she's unhappy with something.

mafuyu changes the topic to the new demo and ena is so frustrated and rightfully so. that's what ena's kindness is like. she knows it can be hard, but she just does not understand why mafuyu would keep quiet even when she is clearly suffering. and she is frustrated for mafuyu too.

when ena sees that mafuyu would rather get drenched in the rain than go home because when i go home, it feels a little cold, and it's painful, ena drags her to her home. ena gives mafuyu shelter from the literal rain, as well as a warm place to stay away from the metaphorical storm. and in true ena fashion, she expresses this with an angry face.

mafuyu's arc is covered with rain imagery (no, ena is not the Rain Imagery Character even though watashi wa ame is her song. it has always been the key symbolism in mafuyu's arc) and this is the start of it!

if you get sick like this, i'll sorta feel bad!

this is when it clicks for ena, i think. because ena's dream of becoming as an artist has been rejected by shinei before. 2 years later, she still remember how much it hurt, and how it haunts her to this day.

but ena doesn't understand keeping quiet in order to prevent rejection. why would she? when her family always speaks their mind, even when it hurts others. when shinei, despite his good intentions, crushed her heart by saying what he believed in without any tact or context. when he talked to her like a fellow artist rather than his daughter, even though what ena needed was the support of a parent.

this is only mentioned later on but one thing i find interesting is that this story takes place while shinei is out overnight for work. shinonome mama, ena and akito are all on good, bickering terms. however ena does not talk to shinei at all and avoids him as much as he can. i imagine the dinner scene later in this story would be quite different if he was there lol.

ena: that... i might be able to understand that, a little.

geh. ena is so frustrated seeing mafuyu fall deeper and deeper into that cycle her and niigo have been trying to get her out of.

which is why ena takes the phone from mafuyu, puts on a cheerful, polite front, and lies to asahina mama. her act here reminds me a bit of mafuyu's fake smile honestly. she hates associating herself with shinei but she knows asahina mama is the type of person who would fall for it, so she uses it to her advantage, to help mafuyu. and it works!

(it pisses me off to use his name, but...) yes, he's shinonome shinei... do you know him?

gah, the dinner scene... ena giving all her carrots to mafuyu is so cute. akito thinking mafuyu must take care of ena a lot when it's actually the other way around is so cute. mafuyu meeting the in-laws (who adore her) is so cute. everything about this scene is so cute.

shinonome mama can understand asahina mama's feelings, because she can get worried about ena the same way. for a second mafuyu thinks that her mom truly is just worried about her, but...

the difference between shinonome mama and asahina mama is that shinonome mama unconditionally supports ena. she isn't perfect (she seems to be unaware of just how hurt ena was by her fight with shinei, but tries her best to support ena when she sees ena shutting herself away) but just by being supportive she is already so much better than asahina mama, who wants mafuyu to discard the only thing that makes her happy in order to become what asahina mama wants, and invades mafuyu's privacy.

asahina mama always phrases it in such a way that seems genuine, but mafuyu can feel something different when she hears shinonome mama say this. when she watches ena and akito bicker, she notes that even though they're arguing, there's a warmth at the dinner table that is absent from her own.

(it shouldn't be any different from my house, but something is different. but... what is it?)

and here comes the confession: mafuyu has voiced out her opinion before, like ena wants her to, but it didn't work. asahina mama, again, does not listen to mafuyu.

i told my mom that i wanted to do music, but she told me... "make sure you don't regret it in the future". i'm sure she's worried about me, so i...

mafuyu's if i be patient now and study for my exams, when i become a university student, i might be able to do music again breaks my heart because even if asahina mama really did allow and encourage mafuyu to do music after getting into medical school, it doesn't change that mafuyu will be unhappy.

because mafuyu doesn't want to be a doctor, like asahina mama wants. she wants to be a nurse, and that's been her dream since she was young. if she obeys her mother and goes into medicine, it'll be hard to back out. that is not where her happiness lies.

and either way, i'm not sure if mafuyu would have been able to endure another year under her mother's control if she quit music. she's barely holding it together as it is (both before she was open with niigo and now when they're all working to help her). music is her only escape, her only outlet and happiness. not only that, it's something she does with her precious friends. without that, ena knows, mafuyu would only go back to being who she was in main story. that girl who had given up on wanting to be saved and now only wishes to disappear.

i draw because i want to, because i want to believe my happiness lies beyond that. ...(i don't understand. i know your parents are important, but why won't you face what you want to do?)

ena finds her happiness in art. even though art is also a source of her pain, she continues drawing because that is where her happiness lies. she knows that mafuyu, too, has something she wants to do. something that her mother is trying to dissuade her from. and mafuyu simply gives in, not even fully realising how she is only sinking deeper into despair.

being told "it's for your sake", having your parents' thoughts pushed onto you- would i have also... turned out like mafuyu?

this. this is the part of wish that shows exactly how far ena and mafuyu's relationship has come since main story. back then, ena couldn't understand mafuyu's feelings: mafuyu is admired, talented, and has expectations placed upon her. ena has none of these, so she can't comprehend why mafuyu would want to disappear like she does.

but here, she starts to understand the pain that was driving mafuyu back then, the same pain mafuyu will be in if ena doesn't do something now.

in ena's side story, she thinks about this a little more. she comes to the conclusion that she if it were her, because she is stubborn, she would've kept drawing even if shinei told her to quit. that's another key difference between the two! ena is rebellious and strong-willed and even though it'd hurt her, she would never stop trying to pursue her happiness. she even acknowledges that despite the hurt shinei's words caused, he never told her outright to stop drawing. i would argue it was implied and hurt as much as if he did but ena4 doesn't seem to agree with me... i don't like that story anyways.

ena is so happy when mafuyu finally admits that what she truly wants, disregarding her parents' wishes, is to keep creating music with niigo. look at how soft she is! it makes her so happy to hear that this truly is something mafuyu wants to do, and that she's able to say it out loud.

in that case, i'll help too. as a niigo member. first, as practice, why don't you go all out and do what you want for today, at least?

this expression!!! mafuyu is so into her lyric writing because even though she doesn't fully know it, this is what she loves. this is what she is happiest doing: creating songs with her friends. even ena is shocked that mafuyu can make such a face.

again, ena starts to understand mafuyu more. expressing her true feelings and desires like that IS a huge step for mafuyu, even if she's only expressing them to ena, who... already knows this.

i was just thinking, that creating music is important to you.

look at my baby. so much determination in her eyes. she has learned so much from her girlfriend.

and that, that is the face ena wants to draw. those are the feelings she wants to convey in her assignment, "hatching". mafuyu working seriously on what she wants to do, not unlike ena herself. mafuyu helps her draw feelings she wasn't able to previously, simply by being herself.

(...so mafuyu can make that sort of expression. even though i thought she would make a bored face no matter what she does. it's just as i thought - what she said earlier, "i want to create music with everyone", might be related to it. it's not because someone told her to. it's because mafuyu herself thought that she wants to.)

so that's how ena sees me...

that, my dear mafuyu, is homosexuality. you are gay. for ena.

again, ena's expression is just so Soft. moment of appreciation for enamafu.

AND MAFUYU TOO!!!! this exchange of looks makes me feel like i need to be sedated good fucking lord THERE'S SO MUCH LOVE IN THOSE GAZES. mafuyu's heart feels warm because ena has been able to help her confront these feelings of hers and give her temporary peace at a low moment, and ena, kindhearted ena, is glad she's able to help mafuyu.

ena doesn't know if she's right in how she sees mafuyu, but she tries her best to capture mafuyu's willpower. in hopes that one day, mafuyu will break out of her shell with her own strength, hatching into the vast world, as someone who is more like asahina mafuyu.

[proseka-headcanons]

OK SO ABOUT PJSK CAST AS GENERAL;

- So in pjsk, our children ofc have their own parents. Some are nice (godbless Ken Shiraishi), some are not the best but theyre trying, but some are just straight up fuckin assholes (looks at mafumom and harumichi).

- But well, not all parents are perfect are they? so all of pjsk's parents are assholes in some ways just bc. (yes even Ken is somewhat)

- Literally i'm only setting this up for angst

- Ok and like, half of the cast's parents dont approve of their children pursuing music or at least try to make them only do that as a side hustle yknow, instead of actually going pro.

- SO NOW THIS IS WHERE MY HEADCANON STARTS;

> The pjsk cast units all hold concerts/shows (except for n25, but sometimes they perform music live)

> None of the parents ever came to them (except people like Ken, since he's the only responsible adult in this game apparently, and thats a low bar considering who Ken is)

> maybe Minori's mother watched her perform on tv, or Mizuki's parents heard her commotion in their room making music, or smth like that.

> Look i dont read MMJ or L/N stories that much so maybe some of them have nice parents?? im writing this on a whim

> Anyway their parents either never goes or rarely goes, for one reason to another.

> But imagine their reactions, when they finally, finally, decided to make an appearance to their kids' concerts/shows/live;

Imagine Shinei Shinonome, watching his son, who he said cannot pursue music, up there on a live house stage, singing with so much emotions that Shinei can feel it himself. Imagine Harumichi, who goes just to see how "good" his failure of a son is, only to get a fuckin whiplash when he heard his son's powerful singing voice. Imagine Kohane's parents, who always worries about her doing street music at god knows where at ungodly hours, always telling her to just stop, only to gape when they witness Kohane, who used to be so timid, now singing with a voice so loud and so beautiful. And Ken Shiraishi grinning proudly at An and the others bc hey, at this point VBS is his kids.

Imagine Tsukasa's neglectful parents, who never goes to Tsukasa's shows in favor of Saki's concerts, decided to come bc Saki asked them, and can only watch as Tsukasa takes the fuckin stage, like the star he always talks about becoming, and then asked themselves, "what have we miased this past few years?". Imagine Emu's father who never have a very good relationship with his daughter, decided to come to like review WxS performance or smth, only to be surprised when he heard Emu's singing and dancing (Emu's siblings are proud af). Imagine Nene's parents who never thought much of their daughter, one day got an invitation from her, and when they came, they watch in awe as their daughter shows them the reason why she's called the Songstress. Imagine Rui's parents, who cares so deeply about him (i think?) but never goes to his shows, finally has time, and doesn't regret coming as they witness the amazing performance that their son directed.

Imagine Kanade's father, watching N25 live concert on youtube, and slowly, faintly, recalling a familiar soft voice within all the voices who resonates in the live (i think he lost his memories right??? i forgot what happened to Kanade's father). Imagine Mafumom, watching live of her daughter's singing, how much emotion, how heavy the lyrics are, and maybe, just maybe, she for the first time doubted herself a little. Imagine Shinei, who always doubted his daughter, having his jaw dropped bc not only the illustration of the live is gorgeous, his daughter's voice is so filled with emotions that he felt shivers, just like when he heard Akito sang for the first time in a live house. Imagine Mizuki's parentd, who never rlly cared of what Mizuki does as long as she's okay, decided to take a look at her live, only to have their jaws dropped because wow, their daughter's singing is amazing.

- I wanna make scenarios for MMJ and L/N too but i dont read much of their stories 😭

rlly the WxS and N25 also has a little bullshitting bc i dont read all of their stories either. the only scenario im sure would happened is VBS bc i practically read almost all of their event stories, plus the ones in the past that i missed.

- yeah i just want to see pjsk parents seeing how much their children grow and getting a whiplash from it. imagine them reacting to like, all 5 units holding one giant concert. and you can see the contrast, the difference between each unit's parts, but their melody resonates nonetheless.

- also i think i sent an ask about the Shinonomes headcanon but it hasnt been answered? idk if it went through, but i did ask if i can be an unofficial mod there, so once again, can i be unofficial mod Tsukasa? :3

SOBBIBG SCREAMING CRYINH. pjsk parents can suck it tbh but their room for redemption is soooo interesting to me.

[gabessquishytum]

There is not enough Yandere/Jealous/Possessive Hob fics in comparison to Dream being the Jealous/Possessive one, so why not change that? (Also, Obviously!Dream because, again, why not?)

Maybe, after everything happens, Dream starts to regularly visit the New Inn and Hob's very happy with that, up until he realizes people are flirting with His Dream.

First, there's this really beautiful woman who, thankfully, Hob was able to resist his initial reaction of wanting to rip her eyes out for looking at His Dream and settled for throwing a possessive arm around His Dream's shoulders as he took a seat. After all, she is His Dream's older sister.

Then, one day, Lady Johanna Constantine is sitting across from His Dream and that won't do at all. Crowley, bless his demonic soul, does owe him some favors. It is only much later does he learn that she is a descendant of the late Lady Constantine and wasn't granted immortality too. At least she survived and, Crowly bless him, would no longer darken the inn's doorsteps.

Calliope is hard, because this is the mother of His Dream's Orpheus, the son His Dream mourned for in his arms (the first time Hob every got to really hold His Dream) and he'd promised His Dream he'd do all he could to ease that pain. Hob couldn't outright kill her or even have one of his associates do it for him. Thankfully, all it takes is a ticket back to Greece and she's gone. (He may have also paid a hefty amount to have a spellcaster bare her entry from the Dreaming and England altogether, but no one needs to know that.)

Hob thought he had it all under control, that he got used to all the lovely woman that surrounded His Dream as none of his darker urges reared their head when a young lass with colorful hair was all but sitting in His Dream's lap the next time they meet up. His Dream was all too happy with how he treated Delirium that night, sending him soft smiles that Hob coveted form himself and himself alone.

He was even polite to Rose Walker, despite wanting to rip her to pieces likes she'd torn apart the Dreaming (the Dreaming was His Dream and His Dream was the Dreaming; that meant, she'd hurt His Dream) when she'd been a Dream Vortex.

However, the night he arrived late to the New Inn and found His Dream sitting at the bar rather than at their table with some guy openly flirting with His Dream and His Dream (obviously to the man's flirting) talking with him, Hob snapped.

Thankfully, his bartender (who wasn't all that of a reformed convict as she pretended to be) knew him well enough and pleaded with His Dream to help her getting Hob's wine down from the top shelf in the backroom (and it made something flutter inside Hob that His Dream only assisted her because it was Hob's wine). When His Dream returned with the wine, Hob had taken the seat the other man stole from him with a fresh cut to his jaw and a bloodstain on his shirt which he readily reassures His Dream was from a minor trip on his way over. Nothing to worry His Dream over and hey, look, His Dream had his favorite wine, they might as well share it together up in his flat where His Dream could clean his injuries if he was so inclined.

So yeah, feral/yandere/possessive!Hob, we need more of those.

Bloodthirsty possessive weirdo Hob is for sure an underrated concept! And you know what? I think Dream would love him.

I mean, we're talking about the Dream who literally wears the skull/spine of an enemy he killed AS A HAT. He put his ex girlfriend in hell. He doesn't exactly have the most shiney moral compass.

And Dream isn't stupid. He knows that Hob has been reigning in his darker impulses and he's actually quite impressed that his friend is so chilled out these days. He knows about Hob’s mercenary past and he knows that it isn't easy to let go of those physical impulses. Even so... it would be nice to see Hob get a little possessive over him. After the whole Burgess fiasco, it would kind of nice to have someone going all defensive, big bad bodyguard-ish for him?

So when he sees that Hob just got in a freakin fistfight while his back was turned for five minutes. That's kind of hot? Dream feels all warm and fuzzy inside for the rest of the evening.

He keeps getting into conversation with random guys at the Inn just to goad Hob into a reaction. Sometimes Dream brings along his own Guy (one of his poor dreams forced to manifest in the waking world so Lord Morpheus can live out his fantasies ig 🙄). Hob gets himself into a tizzy every single time beating these guys up or threatening them or slipping something gross into their drinks. He's getting more and more unhinged every week.

The only problem is that one time Dream brings Destruction along to genuinely meet Hob but Hob is by now so conditioned to go ham on any man he sees talking to His Dream... he ends up in a scuffle with Literal Destruction. It goes about as well as you might expect, Destruction is very apologetic afterwards lol.

The one silver lining? Hob gets to sit on a barstool while Dream patches up his wounds and fusses over him. He even gets a kiss on the cheek!! Scaring off 50% of the inn's patrons with his antics? Entirely worth it.

[zenkor123]

Peeta Snaps Concept

Fires burn fires burn FIRES BURN the demons, THE DEMONS, they scrape me and rip me apart. I try to be a great mutt in the service of the rebellion, rhis is what I was preparing for right? To harness the fires and aim it at the capital! BUBBLES SHINEY BUBBLES!! all the windows in my mind break, trains derail, fires burn, wires crack. Hold it together Peeta Boggs is Dead, BOGGS IS DEAD Coin murdered a valient warrior, the best Panem had to offer. I attack and kill a demon but I fight it was no Demon that was Holmes! And I almost hurt Katniss! Who appeared like one of ths demons. I run towards the water it looks so peaceful I run towards it so I can know it's peace. Hallucinations of coin and Snow tell me "no, you have to kill Katniss " but I put my middle finger in the air and say "Fuck you Coin!!." I can't hear much but Annie screaming. I see my life play before me it's all hazy and I run towards the peaceful water, I will become one with the water. Everything then turns black am I dead yet? Is there an afterlife and am I there? BUBBLES SHINY BUBBLES!!! But I hear Johanna and Katniss talking and I cry. I am useless, it's bad enough that I have to be part of an execution by Coin but I have to witness myself kill the squad. There will be no salvation. The misery unbearable so I see if I can feed the rats using my handcuffs. But it does not work, then I try to leave the room and jump out the window. I run out of the closet door, Annie is in the other closet. And Katniss screams "Peeeta!" I am restrained by Jackson and Katniss but I try to break free to die. I am thrown to the floor and the Demons come back to hurt me. I shiver and my skin is filled with hives. I can't hear anything anyone is saying, but feel paralyzed Katniss grabs my hands, so hard that it is one of the few physical sensations I can feel until she presses her lips into mine. I remember countless things and feel safe, when the demons that guard the memories poke at me I focus on Katnisses lips and the pain goes away. When we have to grasp her air, I pull her back in so more memories can return to me. She pulls me in the next time. I feel warm all over my body. I pull her in again. She says stay with me, I associated "always" with rape prior but there was no rape, there was no rape. I promised to stay with her and without me she will wither. I renew this promise and feel like crying. She collapses on top of me I accidentally pulled her down and rests her head on my heart she is pressing her chin there very hard and holding my face to the point of pain. "Don't let him take you from me" she says fiercely, I say "He never will as long as I have fight in me" Eventually I begin sensing the world around me which stops being shiny and blurry. That is the worse episode I have ever had. Katniss has Boggs holo. I feel determined to ripp off the skin of the white imp, and keep his head as a trophy. There's no better death then that done in the attempt to melt the toxic snow. Feeding him to the mutts would simply lead to the death of the mutts from all the poisons that are in Snow’s veins. His blood itself could be used as a poison. I'm glad we are dead and see a clearer view of events from the capital, considering that I'm a mutation, I don't lose it over the death of Holmes besides the occasional tear. I suggest when Gale asks the next step I suggest either breaking down holes in walls in residential houses, or going into the sewers. I don't care who I kill as long as I get Snow’s head barbecued on a trident. So I don't mind being unhandcuffed. But then Octavia finds smart cuffs for me and Annie, should we lose it the elastic smart cuffs will tighten, Katniss has the key to it. When Katniss asks how I am and brushes my hair I tell that "only two things are holding me together, you and the image of Snow's unrecognizable mutilated corpse"

I go over the mutts that we will face In the capital give a layout of the mansion and whatever I know about the snowman unit defending the mansion known as the Presidential guard

(The change in Peeta's syntax is due to him finally snapping)

[britt-kageryuu]

Leo is streaming, lounging on the big beanbag chair again. His model is in space themed comfy clothes, with slippers, and a star covered mask.

He was playing through a rouge like game, not fully sure what he needs to do yet, but still having fun fighting off the multiple waves of enemies. It's noted that he's sticking to the sword based weapons, even if there are multiple weapons available from the beginning.

Suddenly the graphic of a cartoony slider riding a skateboard, rolls across the screen followed by "Thank You Chaotic_CinnamonRoll for the $10, 'Why did you decide to go into the medical field? You might've mentioned medical books in the past?'"

Leo let out a nostalgic sigh, "Well, that was part of why I got into medical stuff, let me tell ya. I think Dee mentioned how we didn't have legal identification for years, so if something happened with us Dad couldn't really take us to any medical facility. But he got ahold of as much supplies, and field medic training manuals, and medical guides as he could find." Leo has a smile on his face as he continues, "And while Dee is big on science, they don't like viscera, so Pops started to show me how to help. It just goes from there."

Leo spys a comment in chat, "For the person asking about Pops not using insurance, well after his sudden retirement, he didn't have insurance anymore, and he didn't know how to apply." Leo lets out another sigh, "Plus he wasn't familiar with how things worked, because he had a manager or assistant to do all that stuff for him. He was just a confused father of 4 who was trying his best while dealing with his own depression! I'm not trying to justify anything, just stating a fact."

Leo suddenly stretched himself out to grab something and rolled over onto his stomach, facing away from the camera, he's grabbed his phone to check a notification that wasn't heard over the mic, for once. What ever the message was it made his happy, because his tail was wagging a bit fast. He spends a few minutes messaging back and forth with who is assumed to be Leo's boyfriend.

He eventually remembered that he was in the middle of a stream, and sheepishly apologized for ignoring them.

"So since this game is newer than most that I've played, there aren't many guides on what I chould do yet. Sooo I gotta keep throwing things at the enemy and see what's most effective. Like that, wait was he a Croc, or and Aligator? Either way he was the first mini boss! Image how hard the other will be until we get more upgrades!" Leo says excitedly as he goes over the upgrades menu after returning to the start after dying right after the boss, from low health. "We also got this new 'Side Scroller Beatem Up' game because it and the DLC was one sale. Though that might be better played with more players, and our schedules don't always line up multiple people being on the stream. Plus I promised Dee our next game would be his choice."

Leo is half focused on going through the upgrade menus, and talking to the characters around the hub area. Thinking that the blue guy he was playing as could lighten up a bit, be more like the orange dude, but hey their Dad is missing and everything is tense. And where is the last person of the group, or do they only appear after going a certain distance in the game?

"Though I do like the look of that spikey turtle dude, reminded me of Red, though he's wearing, was it dark blue or a deep teal, either way cool dude. Hope he shows up in the hub area. Now do I want to switch to one of the other 3, or just continue as my blue guy?" Leo is rambling, if only because the analytical part of his mind is currently at war with the 'Oh Shiney! What was I doing?' part of his mind. "ALSO! What is with the odd element system that the flavor text is talking about, not the water I get that, this Utrom thing, it's kind described as tech based, but what is an Utrom? Why am I asking chat when they mostly say they've never seen this game before?... Did I forget to take my medicine, because I don't usually ramble my thoughts out loud this much."

He then pauses the game to check his phone for his medical data. "So I need to take a break again real quick. I either didn't take my medicine, or somehow took the wrong medication. So please hold while I go check. And don't any of you go looking up the game to purposefully cause spoilers. I want to figure out enough on my own first. Okay BRB!"

The screen switches over to an animated scene of the guys cartoony turtle selves are swimming about, though Mikey is jumping between Raph and Leo, and slightly submerging Leo in the process. Donnies is occasionally trying to bite Leo for bumping into him.

The chat is talking among themselves, notifications are going off, and some jokes about the medic taking the wrong medication.

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Masterpost

I still don't quite understand my own writing process. Like I had only the 'why I got into the medical field' part planned, then just decided to have him ramble about the game which is 'TMNT Splintered Fate' but not quite. Then at the last minute I was like 'I should make up a reason for him being very ramble-y right now'.

If I should change this, let me know. I do like feedback.

[doahaesunshine]

Chapter 20

Chapter WC: 3972

Tags

Some lore, some lore, wooo ahhh shiney

Still sick but so much better than god - T

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Get out of my head Get out Get out Get out Please Leave me alone.

As you ran through the forest stray branches grazed your skin, but the pain was nothing with the adrenaline rushing through your system. Even as your legs grew heavy and tired you continued onward, you had to see Jeonghan, he was calling to you. The lake was so close, your heart was pounding against your chest, but you didn’t care. 

Breaching the treeline, you saw the rocky shore and blue waters. It was a welcome sight, even if it had only been a week. You scanned the surrounding area, searching for Jeonghan.

“This way~” His voice pulled you in the direction of the gazebo.

As you followed the song the structure gradually came into vision. Under the shade of the overgrown gazebo sat Jeonghan, he was staring in your direction, a gentle smile on his face. You rushed toward him, joy filled you as Jeonghan greeted you with open arms. The man huffed out a laugh as you collided with him, enveloping each other in a warm hug, it felt like home.

He held your face in his hands and softly wiped the tears that had stained your cheeks. You didn’t even realize you were crying, and the tears were cold, not warm.

“I want you to try something with me, is that alright?” Jeonghan spoke smoothly as he idly brushed your hair with his hand.

You nodded in agreement as Jeonghan grabbed a journal left on the gazebo bench. Leading you to the edge of the lake, he guided you to sit with him. He sang out a melodious whistle and from the lake brush, appeared one of the albatrosses. 

Jeonghan held out his hand and the bird approached, swimming toward the two of you. The albatross walked onto the shore and sat across from you.

“Sage.” Jeonghan said as he took your hand. “This bird is dying. He’s old and withering.”

You watched the white and gray feathered bird as it struggled to keep itself balanced. Its beak was cracked and its eyes were clouded with age.

“But I think you have something deep inside you that can help him…”

You turned your attention to Jeonghan. “What? You think my empathy can save him?” You were half joking with your question.

Jeonghan shook his head. “No- Arcanists and humans of this realm manifest their base talent, but they can develop more.” He opened the journal and showed you a page. “I dug up a diary from ages ago and found this.”

The entry was written with a heavy hand, nothing like Jeonghan’s neat writing. You saw one specific block of text that stood out:

I don’t know how she did it, but she managed to bring back the village cat. Some of the citizens thought it was Necromancy, that she had raised the feline back from the dead. I believed it, I saw the cat, it was dead, scattered across the stone floor. The poor thing wasn’t able to catch itself. 

Juno found the critter and took it in her arms. I must have blinked or was seeing things because the next thing I saw was the cat walking. It was unscathed, perfectly healed. I thought the young woman must have been a Vitae, but she didn’t show any signs.

I know I will sound crazy, but I believe Juno has the ability to either bring things back to life, or have it so they never died in the first place. I will have to take this information to the council so that the Elders can review it.

The text stopped there. Who was Juno? And there was a council? Elders?

“Who’s Juno?” You genuinely wanted to know.

“No one you need to concern yourself with.” A low voice spoke behind you.

Jeonghan was the first to turn to the source. You didn’t have to look, you knew who it was. With a gentle hand, Jeonghan pushed the albatross back into the water and stood. 

“Wonwoo… What brings you out to these parts?” The raven haired man casually approached the Archivist.

The Siren paused when he saw who accompanied Wonwoo. Junhui stood behind the Archivist, expression unsure and meek. Turmoil written all over the blond’s face.

“Junhui- What did you do?” Jeonghan backed away, slowly reaching at the back of his belt.

You stood and trained your gaze on the two men. There was a sadness radiating off of the blond, but the Archivist was cold and collected. Whatever was going to happen, he was prepared for it.

Eris stayed by your side, protective in her stance. Cosmos’s eyes were affixed to the raven harried Siren, waiting to see what he would do under pressure. 

Jeonghan started to back into the water, hoping to escape.

“Glacies.” Archivist Jeon commanded in a booming voice.

The area turned frigid, the moisture in the air freezing. Jeonghan’s foot met solid ice as he tried to retreat. One look behind you and you saw that the whole lake had frozen over, Wonwoo did not want the Siren to escape. 

Both the Archivist and his familiar lunged toward Jeonghan. You were about to run to stop them, but Junhui held you back. To your surprise, Eris did not make a move to help you.

“I’m sorry, I’m not trying to hurt you.” Junhui said as he tried to place his hand on your temple.

Something in your vision shifted, everything turned red and you felt cold liquid drip from your eyes. With new found strength you shoved Junhui back, Eris rasped out a growl as she tried to stop you. 

“Sage, focus!”  

You heard Eris’s voice in your head.

“Fight it!”

You didn’t understand. What were you supposed to be fighting against? Your head thrummed in pain as your vision darkened. A quick glance to Jeonghan and you saw the Archivist closing in on him.

“Arma.” Archivist Jeon said as he held out an open hand.

You watched as a long, hooked dagger appeared in his hand. The blade was pure white and it gleamed in the sunlight as he ran toward Jeonghan. Once again you tried to dash toward the two, but Eris grabbed onto your arm with her mouth. There was a pressure, but no pain, even if blood began to pour from the limb.

“Eris- Let go!” You struggled against your familiar, but she was much stronger than you.

Junhui closed in on you again, grabbing your face so that you looked at him. Everything was still painted red as you saw the blond’s brow furrow in concentration.

“Mentsuzas Dominae.” Junhui spoke as he held his hand to your temple.

An excruciating pain shot through your head, something was moving beneath your skin. You screamed out as you thrashed against Junhui and Eris. Your mind went into overdrive, using every ounce of energy you had to try and push the two away using your talent. Fear, disgust, malice, sorrow, you tried anything.

Junhui pulled the leech from your temple and crushed it in his grasp. With the pest gone your vision returned to you, but you still felt a pull. Eris released your arm, causing you to take notice of the pain. Your ears rang as the migraine continued to wreck you.

“Help me, Sage.”

Jeonghan’s voice. You turned to where your friend and Archivist Jeon were fighting. The two were immersed in combat. Slinging spells and clashing blades with full strength, the two showcased an equal amount of power. 

You ran at full speed toward Archivist Jeon at full speed, before you could get within a foot of him your movement stopped and you were being lifted into the air. Wonwoo held out a hand toward you as he blocked Jeonghan’s blows with a shield spell. The Arcanist spared you one glance, solid red eyes stared at you, terror consumed you.

Jeonghan backed up with a malicious smirk. “You see what he is, Sage?” A laugh ripped through him as he spoke. “Behold! The Betrayer ! You were right to be afraid of him!”

Wonwoo’s eyes flickered, returning back to their usual deep brown. Something in his gaze softened as he looked at you, but he snapped back to attention as a sickle of ice shot toward him. It scattered against the magical shield.

Jeonghan dashed at Wonwoo, dagger in hand ready to strike. With one blow he shattered the shield and followed up with another stab. Wonwoo blocked the blow with his arm and wailed in pain as the onyx blade sunk into his flesh. You gasped as the intensity of his agony reached you.

Wonwoo lost focus on the spell that was holding you, letting you collapse to the ground. He shoved Jeonghan away and held his arm in an attempt to staunch the flow of blood. 

“Sage~” Jeonghan sang into your mind. “Come here.” He said as he held a hand out toward you.

Obliging, you moved forward and accepted Jeonghan’s hand. You watched as Junhui was still under the effect of emotions you put him through, stunned and afraid. Cosmos prowled defensively around her Arcanist while Eris observed you and Jeonghan. 

Something at the back of your mind nagged at you. Screaming, begging to be let out, but you ignored it.

“Sage.” Wonwoo spoke, voice low and strained. “You have to fight it. It’s the only way I can help you.”

“You? Help? Wonwoo, you’ve done nothing but lock Sage away- and I know why…” Jeonghan purred as he brought you toward him. “You’re afraid of what we could accomplish.”

The statement piqued your interest. What did Jeonghan mean? Did Archivist Jeon know more than he was letting on?

“No- Don’t listen to him, Sage!” Wonwoo’s voice rose in volume. “He only speaks lies!”

Jeonghan clicked his tongue in disapproval. “Well you know that’s not true, right, Sage?”

You absentmindedly nodded in agreement. You trusted Jeonghan, he had never led you astray.

Wonwoo studied both you and Jeonghan. His eyes still flickering between brown and red, brow furrowing as he fought off the pain in his arm.

“Why don’t you ask dear old Wonwoo who Juno is? Aren’t you curious, Sage?” Jeonghan smiled, laughing through his teeth. “Go on, Sage. Ask him .”

“Who’s Juno?” Your voice traveled out of you, the words felt foreign.

There was a troubled look on the Archivist’s face, like he was torn between two decisions.

“I cannot tell you. The information would harm you!” Wonwoo straightened his posture as he kept pressure on his arm.

“Wrong answer, Wonwoo.” Jeonghan smirked. “I can tell you~ All you have to do is ask, Sage.”

You turned your attention to Jeonghan. His eyes were light and playful, as if he was dying to tell you a secret.

“Who is Juno?” At this point it felt like you were programmed to ask the question.

Jeonghan grinned wide. “Juno was our friend… Wonwoo really liked her.” His gaze went to the Archivist and he chuckled in glee. “I like to think I was the better friend though. Juno preferred to hang out with me when she grew tired of Wonwoo. Or well… When Wonwoo betrayed her.”

The Archivist sunk his gaze to the ground. “It wasn’t my fault-”

“What?! Of course it was your fault!” Jeonghan’s voice was laced with venom. “I may be the bad omen but she was the true harbinger. Not only did she leave you, she left me, this world and destroyed more than half of it with her departure!”

Jeonghan was bordering insanity as he spoke. “She killed the council, all of the elders perished! You were just too infatuated with her to strike her down!”

“She was like a sister to me!” Wonwoo spat back. “Of course I couldn’t kill her! And you-” He slowly approached. “You were also blinded. She never cared for you, Jeonghan- She was using you!”

The words sent a twinge of something foul through Jeonghan as he scowled. “Shut up! You don’t know anything!” 

Anger spiked in him, you could finally feel his emotions again. The sensation was uncomfortable, like you dug up something that should have been left alone. You watched as Jeonghan lost focus for a moment as he fumed.

“Incipio!” Wonwoo yelled as he ran forward.

A bolt of lightning shot between you and Jeonghan, causing the two of you to separate. You collided with the hard ice of the lake with a grunt. Before you could react, vines wrapped themselves around your legs. You tried to kick them away but they were relentless. The plants captured Jeonghan as well and when your eyes traced them back to the source you saw Soonyoung along the shore. 

Behind him was Vernon, Jihoon, Dokyeom and Mingyu, even Seungkwan was there, watching the scene unfold. All of their faces were a mix of stern and apologetic. You struggled against the vines, but they held on tight, keeping you in place. Jeonghan cut through them and rushed toward Wonwoo. Cosmos pounced, pinning Jeonghan to the ice with her claws sinking into his chest.

Wonwoo approached you quickly, dagger still in hand. Your heart raced as you thought the Archivist was about to cut through you. With the tip of the hooked blade he touched the amulet. The white blade of the dagger hummed with arcane energy, slowly cracking the magnetite. 

“No-” You cried out as the amulet shattered, your vision turning white as hot pain shot through your skull.

When you opened your eyes you were no longer bound by vines and Archivist Jeon stood in front of you, still as a statue. Looking around, you saw that everything had frozen. Jeonghan, a bolt of Vernon’s lightning, even the snow caused by the spell was suspended in the air.

“Finally- You figured it out.” A mature, monotonous voice spoke to you.

You scanned the area, but no one else was around. Someone poked your shoulder and you turned, meeting a familiar face. A woman who was so recognizable, yet you had no idea who she was.

“Who-”

“Oh- Don’t be foolish.” The woman scoffed in your face and rolled her eyes as she saw you did not recognize her. “I am the one named Juno.” She smiled with closed lips and bowed.

“Archivist Jeon and Jeonghan’s friend?” You asked, unsure of what else to say.

“Archivist?” She, Juno, walked up to Wonwoo. “Oh! Would you look at that! He’s all grown up.” With a gentle hand she played with the beads connected to his glasses. “And he still has this after all these years, what a sap…”

“Um- Not to be rude, but- Why the fuck is everything frozen?” 

Juno laughed as she listened to your question. “That’s a difficult question, little mushroom.” 

The nickname sparked something in you. It made you feel warm as tears welled in your eyes. You hung your head low as the tears fell, sniffling as you tried to conceal them.

“Huh? What’s wrong?” Juno asked as she approached you.

“I- I don’t know.” You quickly wiped the tears from your cheeks.

As Juno looked at you something grabbed her attention. The shattered amulet remained scattered on the ground. She knelt before it and grabbed a piece of magnetite and glared at Jeonghan’s frozen form.

Juno stood and looked between you and the Siren. “You know, if I was still living I would have commended him on this.” She held a piece of the amulet tight in her grip. “But now that I am no longer alive and seeing as he used it on you …” Her gaze hardened, bitterness written all over her face. “Tell him to go fuck himself.”

Everything had happened so fast you didn’t realize how lucid you felt. It was as if the fog had been lifted, you were free and could think for yourself. A smile spread across your face as you were finally yourself, no one was controlling you anymore.

Tears of relief fell from your eyes, painting your cheeks in a steady flow. You wiped them up the best you could, but they wouldn’t stop.

“Oh-” Juno cooed as she returned to you and held you in her arms. “I’m sorry things turned out this way, little mushroom.”

She held your face in her hands, wiping the tears from your skin with her thumbs. “But just know there is so much more out there. This isn’t the end, there is so much ahead of you and you’re going to do great things.”

None of it made sense. You just met this woman, but something about the way she treated you felt correct. She reminded you of someone but their face kept escaping your memory and it frustrated you. 

Juno pulled you in for one last hug before time returned to you. A roar of lightning nearly burst your eardrums, Cosmos yelped as Jeonghan shoved the beast off of him. Soonyoung yelled a warning, you turned your head toward him for only a moment and when you looked back the onyx dagger was headed straight for you. Wonwoo pushed you out of the way, making you crash to the icy surface of the lake. 

“Wonwoo!” Dokyeom called out as he rushed over, sliding to a halt at Wonwoo’s side.

You watched as the Archivist held his abdomen, Jeonghan’s dagger buried deep. Complete chaos erupted, everyone rushed onto the lake surrounding the fallen Archivist, but you saw as Jeonghan tried to escape. 

“Eris!” You called out to your familiar.

The giant snow leopard sprinted at Jeonghan with full force, tackling him and dragging him back to the other Arcanists. He struggled against the leopard’s hold, but her jaw was too strong. 

“What are you all doing on the lake?” Wonwoo rasped out. “Everyone move, before I lose focus.”

Dokyeom and Mingyu moved to help Wonwoo off of the lake’s surface. Jihoon and Soonyoung aided Cosmos and Vernon kept a close eye on Jeonghan as Eris dragged him to shore. Once everyone was safely on shore Wonwoo dropped the spell on the lake with a groan of pain. The snow morphed into heavy rainfall, shrouding the area in white noise. Thunder boomed as purple light flashed in the sky, the change in weather must have triggered a storm.

Jeonghan ripped himself from Eris and ran for the lake. You felt rage begin to overflow in you as you focused on the man. 

“Jeonghan!” Every ounce of betrayal, pain and ire shot out as you yelled his name.

The man froze and turned, everything you felt mirrored itself in his eyes. Your vision fixated on him as you advanced, anger fueling you despite your exhaustion. With the rest of your strength you swung, fist colliding with his jaw. The impact hurt you as well, but it was nothing compared to the six month imprisonment he had subjected you to.

It was liberating, striking your captor, so you let go and swung again. This time the blow forced him to the ground.

“Go fuck yourself!” You yelled, ready to strike again.

Mingyu rushed over and held you back. “Enough, Sage-’

“No- That bastard deserves it-” As the anger melted you wept and sank to the ground.

Mingyu followed you down, still holding onto you. “It’s okay, I got you.” He pressed his cheek into the side of your head, placing a chaste kiss in an effort to calm you.

The others helped Wonwoo under the overgrown gazebo. Dokyeom applied pressure as he held the dagger stable. Junhui knelt down on the other side of Wonwoo, as he examined the wound.

“Open his shirt, let me see the injury.” Junhui said as he moved to unbutton the shirt.

Once the wound was visible, Junhui furrowed his brow. “Tide Maiden steel…”

“Wh- What does that mean?” Dokyeom had never seen a weapon like this before.

“There’s an enchantment on the blade, it feeds on a target’s Psyche. I doubt Wonwoo is even aware of anything right now…” Junhui turned the Archivist’s head to look at him, his eyes glazed over. “I’m going to pull the blade out, I trust your ability to heal him.”

“Okay.” Dokyeom was filled with worry, but he knew he had to remain controlled.

Junhui pulled the blade from Wonwoo’s torso, resulting in the Archivist’s eyes lighting up red as he tried to remain lucid. He moaned in pain as blood poured from the wound. Cosmos limped toward her Arcanist as she could feel his strength dwindle.

Dokyeom placed his hands over the bloody mess on Wonwoo’s chest, crimson soaking into the bandages on his forearms. The Vitae closed his eyes as he concentrated on his elder’s Psyche. He was able to visualize it, a golden string in the darkness of his mind. It was torn, horribly damaged by the magic of the blade. Dokyeom grabbed hold of Wonwoo’s Psyche and breathed life back into it with his magic.

You remained in Mingyu’s arms, shaking as your emotions were still running high. The tears had worn off, leaving you to simmer in a low boiling rage. Seungkwan casted spectral manacles around Jeonghan’s wrists, enough to keep him until they took him to confinement. Realizing that Wonwoo was still injured, you stood and sheepishly walked over to the gazebo. You had never seen so much blood, he was covered in it, laid in a puddle of it, barely conscious. 

“Sage, you don’t need to see this.” Dokyeom’s voice trembled.

Junhui stood and directed you back to Jihoon, Vernon and Soonyoung. “You should go back home. Dry off and rest.”

“But- Wonwoo-”

“He’ll be fine… I promise.” Junhui offered a reassuring squeeze to your shoulder as he handed you off to your roommates.

Vernon put his arm around your shoulders while Soonyoung held onto your hand. Jihoon led the way back to the house. You took one last look back at the scene. Dokyeom was still hovering over Wonwoo while Mingyu tried his best to help. Seungkwan called Junhui over to help him with Jeonghan. The raven haired man’s gaze focused on you as he was led away. Despite everything that had happened, the look in Jeonghan’s eyes was not one of malice, there was grief hidden under the pain and tension.

Your roommates drove your attention away as they talked about anything to lighten the mood. Soonyoung told you that he would grow you a bunch of flowers, ones that didn’t trigger your pollen allergy and Jihoon let you know that there were leftovers. Eris followed behind closely with Shadow, Ruby and Tigris in toe. 

Once you entered the dorm, your home, you broke out into tears. There was so much sadness, remorse and immense guilt that consumed you. Everything you did and said while under Jeonghan’s spell came back in one wave, crushing you. Soonyoung couldn’t help but cry with you which caused Vernon and Jihoon to also tear up.

“If you keep crying, I’ll keep crying, Sage.” Soonyoung pouted as he pulled you in for a tight hug.

“I’m just so sorry-” A sob broke through your voice as you tucked your face into Soonyoung’s embrace.

“Awh- Sage…” Vernon said as he rubbed soothing circles along your back.

Soonyoung released you and used his sleeve to wipe your tears and then his own. You looked over to Jihoon, who was standing a bit further than the other two.

“I was such an asshole to you-” The tears started again as you tried to speak. “Jihoon- I’ll understand if you can’t forgive-”

“Ah- Shut up.” Jihoon pulled you into a firm hug, the action catching you off guard.

You reciprocated the hug and smiled. These were your roommates, your friends, hell, these guys were your family. Through thick and thin, they would stick with you.

And you would do the same for them.

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Oh wow there is not a straight character in pjsk

sequel to the other post I made a while ago where I talked about my fav pjsk ships and characters ever.

Anyways in the event of mizu5 I'm going to take this moment to talk about pjsk because that pink little bitch has been roaming around in my head Scott free no rent like a squatter.

Disclaimer Yes I have not watched the event stories, yes I still watched mizu5, get over it. Sometimes people just UABDNEKSKDWUJQNSJEKSBBD

Let's talk MizuEna I love mizuena. I can only really describe them as my lesbian parents because they are literally me but split in two. Trans and an artist who turns to social media for the gratification they never got it's like Sega looked at me specifically and manufactured these two to my own liking.

I honestly never expected to love these two as much as I did but gahh they have taken over my heart. The way they just.... They are so. They. AUGHHHH

Getting into the story I definitely thought I would relate to someone like Mafuyu or maybe even Kanade more but Ena came in like a semi truck with her personality and parental issues. She is jealous, she is bitter, she is insecure, she is everything to me. To me she is all the negative shit I never got to express properly and she goes through so many struggles that I have, especially with my art that I just have to. ARGHHH.

And Mizuki. Boy oh boy where do I even start. She is my total opposite in a way I dont have her personality at all, I don't like overly girly or feminine things at all but her struggles with self expression, the way she is condemned for it. She barely shows up to school. Damn oh my god another one for the kin list.

1+1 is two and I love these two as much as I love them individually. It's clear that they have a stronger ish bond compared to their bond with the other members and I love seeing their dynamic so much it makes me so absolutely worryingly soft. Argh.

What else to talk about.

Wonderland x Showtime.

As from my other post, prior to playing pjsk I definitely think I'd walk out of it shipping smth like Emunene and Ruikasa like everyone else but for some reason I'm in that weird ship limbo of "Oh yeah they'd make sense" and do nothing about said ship.

Why? I think it's because wxs has one of the most solid friendships ever that it makes me a little hesitant to pick one ship and go with it.

Emunene is great because I love their dynamic and opposites attract but we also have Emukasa which is like the equivalent of putting two energetic dogs in a playpen and pumping them full of coke. Ruikasa is also a pretty intriguing ship but we also have Ruinene who also have the potential for something adorable.

In short, the beauty of wxs is that at the end of the main story they all feel like a genuine group of friends that have bonded in a real way. Unlike other groups where they are just two duos pretending to be a squad (cough cough vbs) they all have wonderful dynamics with each other and are such cutie patooties .

Honestly I'd take any ship from wxs, even poly I like those because they all sort of make sense to me, of course some more than others but idk they're all sort of plausible to me at the end of the day.

I think I'd like to talk about other misc, cross pairings now.

I don't have much but shout-out to every mizuan post on my feed that got me to ship this ship. I don't know guys the bow thing and the bow thing and the bffs and the AJDBMSJABEBSUNDND.

I am normal

Also shout out to MafuEmu and my one irly who got me to ship it I actually kinda like MafuEmu somehow.

Of course j still love AnHane and Kanamafu but I am also a multishipper with the mind of a crow, I see Shiney I likey.

Leo/need?

Huh??

[totally-not-your-babe]

Shore leave (Tup x OC)

Warning(s): alcohol, talking about sex, mention(s) of sex aaaaaand I guess that's it, no Devil's tango in this one

Word count: 3407

Summary: A night in the 79s, our sweet boy Tup and Fives, who is more than happy to help out his Vod'ika with matters of the heart.

They only had a couple of days to rest from the exhaustion of their previous mission and no doubt the boys of the 501st tried to make the most of it. Most of them – Fives, most of them is Fives - were eager for Rex to say the magic words and were more than ready to jump into the Coruscant night. When they finally got permission, they all headed in the familiar direction of 79s. All except one. Tup stood there looking at his leaving brothers, listening to there laughter as they walked away. He did not feel like going, the last mission was not a success in his eyes. Of course, it had been carried out and the report said it was successful, but he didn't feel that way. He felt he had not done enough and what he had done was not enough. Even after what happened at Umbara, sometimes he still felt like a shiney.

He was so lost in his thoughts that he didn't even notice that someone was sneaking up on him.

“And why aren’t you on your way to 79s?” asked Fives throwing his arm over his shoulder.

“I don’t really feel like going…”

“Come on Tup! This is our first shore leave in forever!” he protested pulling Tup closer to him. “Don’t be a kill joy.”

“I…” the younger man started but all in vain.

“Nope! Not hearing it! I’m deaf to anything that doesn’t sound like; Let’s go Fives, it’ll be fun!”

Tup knew there was no point in arguing with Fives. He just hoped that the ARC Trooper would quickly look at the bottom of his glass or disappear with a pretty woman and he could come back and sleep in his bed before the others stumbled home drunk.

They'd been in the bar for two hours, but Fives did not leave his side. He really did get it into his head that come hell or high-water Tup would have a good time, even if he didn't know it yet. Or wanted to. It was his turn to get drinks for the group – even though he thought Jesse didn’t need more, nor did Kix – so he walked towards the bar with a sigh.

“What am I even doing here?” he asked himself as he waited for the drinks. It was a busy night; he was sure he would be standing there for more than a few minutes.

“Well, you're certainly not having fun.” he heard a cheerful voice.

He turned his head in the direction of the voice and when he came face to face with its owner, he could only blink rapidly. A togruta woman was standing next to him, if he drank more, say as much as Jesse, he would have mistaken her for Commander Tano. The woman had a skin tone maybe a couple of shades darker than Ahsoka, her face was decorated with white marks, the stripes on her lekku were dark purple and her dark forest green eyes that seem to have seen into his soul. She was wearing a green top almost the same shade as her eyes, leather pants, and boots with heels Tup couldn't imagine anyone could walk on.

He stared at her for a moment before he remembered that he should reply.

“Why do you think I'm not having fun?” he cleared his throat.

“Well, you see” she leaned on the counter. Tup, the Maker sees his soul, tried not to stare at her chest, but a moment of weakness took over him. He felt his face heat up and looked back at the woman’s face embarrassed waiting for a slap in the face, but she either didn’t notice him gawking at her breasts or didn’t care. “they are having fun” she pointed towards the table where is brothers sat shouting and laughing. “you on the other hand” she looked back at him with those mesmerising green eyes. “not so much. You look like someone who doesn’t even want to be here.”

“Is it that obvious?” he asked, rubbing the back of his neck. She only shrugged her shoulder with a small smile. “I’m Tup." he held out his hand to her.

“Zani.”

“We are dying of thirst vod’ika.” he felt Fives’ arm wrap around his shoulder and he couldn’t have sounded more dramatic even if he wanted to. “What takes you so…” then his eyes settled on the woman standing next to his brother. “long. Oh.” he looked at Tup who felt like his face was on fire. “Oh!” he repeated more excited, and Tup wanted to sink into the floor. “I see.” he said with a smirk pulling his little brother closer. “Won’t you introduce your lovely friend?”

“Fives, she is Zani, Zani, my brother Fives.” he muttered not looking at either of them.

“Pleasure” Fives said with a little nod still with his arm still around Tup. “Leave the drinks to me, I see you have more important things to do.” he said with a shit-eating grin which made Tup wanting to punch him in the face. Zani just stood there looking at the two men with an amused smile sipping her drink. They were identical, like all clones – except for a couple, she was lucky enough to meet clone force 99, they were a fun lot to be around – but they couldn’t be more different personality wise. Fives was cocky and confident, Tup on the other hand was cautious, a bit shy and she found it adorable.

“I” Tup started to protest but Fives didn’t let him.

“Would you mind if I stole my little brother for a moment?” he looked at Zani who could hardly hold back a little chuckle.

“But not for too long.” she replied and if she thought Tup’s face couldn’t get any redder, Maker she was wrong. Fives just gave her his signature smile and pulled Tup a couple of steps away.

“What now?” asked Tup while looking at his brother.

“I must ask you because you are my vod; what do you want to do? Because it’s clear as day what she wants.”

“Is it?”

“Yes, it is! She came to you, right? Started the small talk, all that.”

“Yeah, yes, she did.”

“She likes you.” said Fives with a wide grin. “So, all you need to do is…”

“Nothing.” he sighed, and Fives gave him a puzzled look.

“What? Why?” Tup didn’t answer and really started to wish that he didn’t listen to Fives and stayed back in the barracks. “Tup?”

“I… She would lose interest soon. I’m not… Kriff I don’t know what to do in situations like that.” he blurted out.

“You want to say that…”

“Yes, Fives!” he interrupted before his brother could finish.

“But that’s not your first shore leave.” the ARC trooper pressed.

“Yeah, but I’m not you.” Tup whispered so quietly Fives could barely here.

“What is that supposed to mean?” he looked at the younger clone with raised eyebrows.

“You are confident, you go and flirt with women, almost talking them out of their panties, I can’t do that. I tried, but I am not like that, I start rambling and babbling and say some bantha shit and… I can’t.” he ranted louder and louder, than took a deep breath. “So, after a while, I stopped trying… So I’ve never… And I don’t want to…” he bit his lover lip.

“Disappoint her.” Fives finished and Tup just nodded. Fives looked at his brother with sympathy. He remembered what it was like to be out here for a first couple of times. If there wasn’t for that very… confident twi’lek woman, Vetra, who introduced both him and Echo – separately, they were brothers after all – to the world of “bedroom rodeo”, he doesn’t think he would have had enough courage to initiate anything for a good while. “You trust me?” he didn’t even wait for Tup to answer and started to walk towards Zani.

“What? Fives what are you…? Wait! Don’t! Fives!” but it was late, Fives was already at the woman’s side who looked at him with a questioning look.

“Now I want to steal you for a moment if you’d let me.” he thrown his arm around Zani’s shoulder but when the woman gave him a death stare, he let her go. No touching, he didn't need to be told twice, or in that case looked at that way twice.

“Everything’s alright?” she asked looking back at Tup who looked like he wanted to murder his brother. In a very slow and painful way.

“Yeah, aaammm. I need to talk to you about my dear vod’ika over there. You see…”

“Little brother?” she looked at him with a small smile.

“You speak mando’a?” his eyes were comically wide as he looked at her.

“If you spend enough time in 79s you pick up a thing or two.” she shrugged and drank from her glass. “So, what’s wrong with your vod’ika?”

“He is scared of disappointing you.” Fives answered, he didn’t see any point of dancing around it.

“I beg your pardon?”

“He thinks that because he is inexperienced in, well this, the whole ordeal, he will disappoint you.”

“I see. And you” she tilted her head running her fingers down on one of her lekku. “, his ori’vod came to the rescue.”

“I just want him to have a good time, to be happy. So just…”

“Fives, I’m not like the other women he tried to charm so far.” she said a small smile still playing on her lips and it just got bigger when the clone looked at him with wide eyes. “As I said, I’ve been around. I really want to know Tup better not just jump on his bones.”

“Great! Good! I mean, yeah sure! Even better!” Fives didn’t remember the last time he was rambling like a cadet like that.

“So, if you don’t mind…”

“Tup, get your shebs here!” he shouted for the younger trooper. “Just be yourself.” Fives whispered into his brother’s ear as he walked away.

Tup looked at Zani who smiled at him than put up two fingers showing the droid behind the counter that they needed more drinks. She was beautiful, no one could deny it. Everything about her attracted Tup, especially her eyes.

“What did Fives say?” he asked after they got their drinks.

“Nothing that I didn’t know before.” she answered clicking their glasses together.

“Really?” Tup looked at him with wide eyes which made Zani smile.

She thought he was adorable in many ways. She saw him many times here and always wanted to come to him and talk but at the end by the time she mustered up some courage he either went up to another woman or has already left. She saw him get rejected time after time and she always wanted to shout at those women for turning away such a sweet man. She liked that he wasn’t as loud as his brothers, she loved that little bun on top of his head, and she wanted to know the story behind the tear drop tattoo under his right eye. She wanted to know everything about him.

“Really.” she smiled at him which he returned and felt much calmer than before.

They talked about everything and anything, the war, Tup growing up on Kamino, why she preferred 79s over every single bar on Coruscant. They drank, talked, laughed and Tup has never felt more liberated before.

“Don’t look at them but your brothers are staring.” Zani said with an amused smile.

“I would say I am surprised but I’m not. Probably waiting for me to do something.” he sighed and shook his head. Zani reached for his hand on the counter and stroked the back of his gloved hand with her thumb.

“You want to do something?”

“Like… Like what?” he asked looking at his hand which she was holding.

“Do you want to kiss me?” Tup's breath caught in his chest and felt blush creeping up on his neck, but he answered without hesitation.

“Yes.” he breathed out. That was all that Zani needed she moved her left hand to Tup's cheek and pressed her lips to his. Tup closed his eyes and was almost too lost in the feeling to hear his brothers cheering for him from the back. But he didn’t care, he didn’t feel embarrassed, he only cared about Zani, her lips on his, her smooth palm on his face. But Zani heard them, and she got an idea. She pulled away a little from Tup, who tried to lean in so that their lips could touch again.

“Hands on my hips pretty boy.” she whispered onto his lips and kissed him again now a bit more feverishly than before. Tup, who blushed even more because of the nickname did as he was told, putting his hands on her hips and then pulled her to him. A surprised noise left Zani’s lips but when the shock wore off, she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him even closer.

The cheering behind them got louder which made the woman smile into the kiss, then she licked Tup’s lower lip asking for entrance which he gave her without a second thought. As she deepened the kiss Tup felt like his heart would jump out of his chest his pulse was quick like when he was on the battlefield, but it was different, it felt nice, the feeling that embraced him just like Zani’s arms was nothing like anything he had felt before. He never wanted it to be over, never wanted to let her go even though he knew it wasn’t possible. She pulled away again, but just barely, resting her forehead against his as they both panted a little.

“Will you walk me home?” she asked caressing the back of his neck.

“I’d walk with you to the edge of the Galaxy if you’d want me to.” he replied and looked at her like she was the most beautiful thing he saw in his life.

“Home will be enough for now.” she smiled at him, then gave him a quick peck on his lips and started leading him by the hand towards the exit. Tup heard a really faint Come on, Tup! Get some! from a very very very drunk Jesse and cheers from the others. He knew he wouldn’t hear the end of it the next day, but he couldn’t care less about it.

After Tup convinced Zani that he had received speeder training and could drive the machine for long periods of time without crashing into anything, even after a few drinks, she allowed him to drive the vehicle. She sat behind him as he drove, wrapping her arms around his waist, resting her chin on his shoulder, and telling him where to go. She didn't live far away, but as he'd told her in the bar, it felt much safer than walking alone at night and he couldn’t agree more.

“Zani darling!” an old halaisi woman walked up to them as they got of the speeder.

“Maree.” she hugged the old lady tight.

“Oh, sweet girl, you were away for a long time from Coruscant, I was worried you’d never come back.” said Maree with sad eyes, still holding Zani’s hands.

“But Maree you know I was away for my training, I told you I would come back.” she said with a small chuckle. “I won’t gone anywhere for a while.”

“I’m happy to hear that, and look!” she looked at Tup. “What a handsome young man you've got for yourself.”

“I did, didn’t I?” she looked at Tup with a fond smile. “Maree, he is Tup.”

“Pleased to meet you ma’am.” he said with a nod and a small, shy smile.

“Respectful, I like that.” the old woman looked at Tup with approval.

“Maree is like a mother to me.” Zina explained to Tup.

“Mother? Grandmother, maybe, an old woman like me.” she said rolling her golden eyes. “Now, I won’t keep you up children. Have fun! Maker knows you need it.” she looked up at Zani with a suggestive look.

“Maree!” she scolded the old woman while her face stared to get redder, but the old lady, as if she had not heard it, said good night, and walked away.

“What training?” Tup asked as they walked towards her apartment.

“Medical.” she answered looking for her key card. “I wanted to help and in a war like this, you, your brothers, the jedi and the civilians need it.” Tup admired her for wanting to help, but the thought of her being anywwhere near the battlefield made his throat tighten. “That’s me.” she stopped next to one of the doors.

“I…”

“Tup.” she stopped him before the trooper could say anything. “I want you to stay with me tonight. We don’t have to do anything, I just… I want you to stay with me.”

“I will” he nodded, and she kissed him. When they got in, she put down her handbag on the small table next to the door and took of her boots. Without the heels she was almost a head smaller than him, and it made him smile.

“If you make fun of my height…” she said with a stern expression on her face.

“I had not dared to think of such a thing.” Tup said with a small smile, wrapping her arms around her hips and kissing her on her forehead.

“Good.” she kissed him on his cheek and stepped away. “Get of your boots and armour, I’ll get you something you can sleep in.” While Tup was getting rid of his armour, Zani looked for a bigger shirt and a pair of pants and pulled out a nightgown for herself. “These should be good.” she gave him the clothes after they walked into the bedroom. He was only wearing his blacks and she was still wearing all her clothes.

“Why do you have these?” he looked at the shirt that for the first look was even big for him and the pants that for sure weren’t for women. They looked a bit like the pants they wore on Kamino when they were cadets.

“They are comfortable, I like wearing them around the house.” she said with a shrug and started to get rid of her top than freeze in the middle of her movement. “Sorry, I…”

“It’s okay.” he whispered and started to get of the top of his blacks. They started to undress in front of each other, but when Zani stood completely naked before Tup, the man couldn’t move. “Mesh’la” he breathed out and Zani bit her lover lip. She heard other clones say it to women in the 79s and she knew what it meant.

“Wanted to say the same thing.” looking Tup up and down. She wanted him and she knew for sure from the outline of his half-hardened cock in his blacks that he wanted her too, but not tonight. She promised that she wouldn’t do anything he wasn’t ready for, and she’d keep this promise no matter how bad that throbbing between her legs got. When they finally got dressed, she walked up to him and with her slender fingers, she found the bun on the top of the man's head. “Can I?” Tup just nodded, but she didn't need more than that, she pulled the band out of his hair. His thick brown hair reached down to his chin, framing his perfect face. “You are beautiful.” she said brushing his lower lip with her thumb that the man kissed. “Let’s get you to bed trooper.” she said with a smile pulling him towards her bed.

They were talking for hours. Tup was laying on his back, his fingers caressing her lekku as she laid her head on his chest, hugging him. He told her how scared he was on Umbara, about the missions since, how he wanted to see Dogma again, how much Fives pissed him of sometimes. Everything. He felt safe, felt like he could share his deepest secrets with her and she wouldn’t judge her, for being scared and feeling weak. After a while they both slowly fell asleep in each other’s arms.

And in the 79s a very satisfied Fives smirked under his nose, downing his last drink. Have a good night vod’ika.

I might write a part two... A smutty one... Maybe...

Please, tell me if you want to be tagged for future Oneshots!

[styxnbones]

PLEASE post the christmas tree story im so interested

i thought it might have been lost to time when my school gmail got deleted after graduation, but apparently i had saved a copy so here you go-

i would like it known that i was in fact 12 years old when i wrote this so lower your expectations

POV: A Pine tree in a tree farm

No one had told me what was happening. But I noticed anyway. How could you miss it? As soon as snow hit the ground and a chill settled in, they started coming. People, like the farmer who, up until now, had taken care of us. There must have been maybe 50 a day. They’d come bright and early, and all day they would stomp around in our forest. Disturbing the peace, scattering the animals, and scrutinising us. It was almost like they were sizing us up, weighing our value. The casualties grow with every visit. It was the big ones first, those that are tall, the trees with the most branches and lots of needles. Trees like Patrick. Just yesterday they came and put a little flag next to him, our last conversation was about whether it looked fancy or not. Today there was nothing but a stump to remember him by. I’m starting to fear for my safety.

There aren’t many of us left.

Ever since I was a sapling I had wondered why I was here. How my seed had landed in one of these long, unnatural lines, in this strange artificial forest. It’s never felt right. But now I know. As my brothers and sisters have disappeared I’ve realised. The reason behind everything, the farmer’s kindness, the order, the well cleaned paths, the pictures. Everything. It’s all for naught. We’re decorated, oohed and ahhed by many, all to die. To go with a human, drying out and withering, to stand in their homes for all of a few weeks, before the end.

I’ve never seen our forest so empty. It feels like I haven’t heard treespeak in years. Just that harsh human gibberish. I’m one of the last ten, it’s a wonder I’ve made it this long. But it won’t be much longer, I just heard humans talking, the much too familiar “This one will do.” I have a flag now, I assure you, it’s not fancy.

My time is ticking, I’m preparing myself for what is to come.

They came and cut me down last night. It was even worse than I thought, but after being dragged across the snow covered field, I don’t think I can feel anything anymore. I’m currently in a ‘truck’, another human word I’ve learned . It’s not too bad, at least it’s warm. But only Mother Nature knows where I’m going.

No longer can I feel my limbs, my needles have fallen off, and the even the tiny humans have started ignoring me. It gave me such a rush when they put me in a pot. I had felt soil under me again and I thought I was going to live. They dressed me up, brightly coloured orbs of glass, little shiney strings that tickled and I felt amazing. They put little boxes beneath me and I felt honored.

But then they left me here, and now I feel dead.

[kerosene-saint]

some killjoy hcs for my like... versions of them? or maybe AU of them? I'm not sure-

FABULOUS FOUR:

Jet Star: she/her, he/him, xae/xaer. Was born inside the city but he and his mom fled to the Zones when he was really little (like 3 or 4). She is definitely a boygirl, girlboy, girlfriendboyfriend, and that boyfriend who looks like a girlfriend that the Killers were talking about. Absolutely has both a mom voice and a dad voice xae can do. Eye patch is star shaped for aesthetic reasons. Only writes letters in glitter gel pens. Father figure goth girl (no you don't get any context). Tired a lot and probably has a sleep disorder but it's not confirmed since she lives out in the Zones. Usually seems stoic or angry to others but the 'joys that know xaer know that's just xaer resting bitch face, though xae can be quite mean at times if need be. Has the most medical experience but can't really help much outside of stitching wounds up, disinfecting, and bandaging. Often looks very disheveled for no particular reason. 19 years old.

Party Poison: they/them ... just a bit of a enbywhore, just a little bit. Hides their feelings a lot since they view themself as the leader, "makes up for it" by being overdramatic to annoy people. Sassy. Has nightmares a lot due to the trauma of making it into the Zones in their early teen years. If you ask them to turn down the music and don't give an actual reason as to why they should (like overstimulated or have a headache) then they'll just respond with "LINE?? SORRY I CAN'T HEAR YOU OVER HOW SHINEY THIS MUSIC IS!". Found family sucker, made their own out of the Fab 4 (and also sort of the 109 radio crew). Unlabeled. Has definitely kissed a 'crow just to catch them off guard so they could dust them. Or kissed a crow for fun just because they could. Kobra Kid is their brother. Would be the unreliable narrator. They have dyscalculia, which doesn't come into play very often in the zones but is why Jet is the one who handles all money transactions. Supposedly a prophet? their night terrors turn out to be sort of prophetic. 18 years old.

Fun Ghoul: Uses all the pronouns, every neopronoun, every binary pronoun, doesn't really have a preference. Completely Zone kid, born and raised. Feral little guy. Has a bit of a sweet tooth (a nack for explosives). Running away from the consequences of xer actions. Burnt off their fingerprints on one of their experiments. Really smart but acts dumb because it's fun to trick people (they are a little dumb though). Cartoon character energy. Sniffs people??? Nearly goes cage mad every other week due to understimulation (which is why her finger prints are burnt off). Sharp teeth that they shaved to be that way after they got bored of blowing up things one week. Sometimes Jet will take them driving or racing to keep cake entertained. Possibly bisexual?? Bites people as a love language. Somewhat violent and is prone to throwing bombs to let off steam instead of yelling at people. Gets into fights every so often that Party has to break up. Probably has a fair amount of hearing loss due to being dumb and exploding things without ear protection. Around 17 years old (clouds exact age is unknown since xei never kept track and don't really have paperwork due to being born in the Zones).

Kobra Kid: he/him, they/them, ve/ven/vens/venom. Silent violence type. Either non verbal half the time or just doesn't want to talk. Left blood in your Valentino white bag. Has memory problems which is why the Fab 4 often take a lot of photos so ve can remember. Just a little bit crazy, but more so protective. AUTISM. Special interest is snakes currently since he found a book on them. Got the vodka taken away from them after they tried to chug it on a dare from Ghoul. Mood swings, often rages out and joins Ghoul in blowing things up with bombs. Has a hard time crying though, it's really tough to get them to cry which they both love and hate. Cat energy. Owns a katakana cause why not and also ven is super cool so of course. Has Pathological Demand Avoidance (or what some people with it call Pervasive Drive for Autonomy which honestly I like better) and isn't aware of it, Party has found quite a few work arounds from trial and error from living with him as his primary caretaker for a while. 16 years old.

109 RADIO CREW:

Dr Death Defying: he/him, but has grown to not care as much what is used for him. Keeps insisting that he's fucked up from the war and that he's dangerous but really he's like a dad for everyone. Wears silly patterned socks a lot. PINK GUN! Has lived through a lot including multiple assassination attempts. Pan, but is extremely defensive??? Pro-respect women fr "It's okay to murder but it's not okay to disrespect women.". Raised Show Pony and Cherri Cola for the most part, being the two's biological uncle. Way too avid music listener, when he's not running the radio station he's finding new music (and sending Show out to get said music). Hasn't actually lived through a lot, he's died multiple times but he's friends with the Witch, her being an old friend he knew before she became the Witch, so he ends up getting revived. Iron deficiency, which eating the food that they can get out in Zones has not helped in any way, is the main reason he uses a wheelchair (along with joint pain and such). He has a couple different wheelchairs, including one that is all terrain which he can pop a wheelie on but he refuses to go out as much so it doesn't get much use. Taught the 109 radio crew and the Fab 4 sign language and holds classes for 'joys wanting to learn it. Around 36-38.

Show Pony: they/them primarily but uses a few neopronouns (which I've yet to decide on). Weirdly obsessed with water for some reason, any safe (or even not safe) body of water they've probably jumped in. Definitely has danced in the rain like a crazy person. Memory problems and often forgets things they've said more than things they've done. When they were younger they were a fairly shy kid, after a while they had a sort of personality change. Paints their nails a lot, sometimes paints others as well. Feminine in the way a gay guy is feminine but also they're enby. Pushes their heart shaped sunglasses down their nose so they can look over them like an annoyed librarian. Has probably been deficient in a lot of things before and sometimes just lays on the ground when they feel sick because it's the only thing that seems to help. "The power of friends and GUNS!". Likes to tease people, especially cis guys, because they find it funny when they get angry and frustrated. Does the exact same thing to 'crows because seeing a crow lose control and try to kill them while they do barely anything to dust them is entertaining. Also a bit of an enbywhore like Party. They got given their first pair of roller skates by Dr D when they were 10 and now barely take them off. When they aren't wearing their skates they sometimes trip over their own feet because they still have the motor memory of skating. 19 years old.

Cherri Cola: he/him, they/them. They pirated their gender from BL/ind, they call themself illegally male. Mixed emotions kinda of person, looks angry when they're not. Definitely get angry while also appreciative, tough love-ish. Also prone to just… crying for no reason? can also fake cry really well which he uses to confuse 'crows. Pathetic little dude, coughing blood and then asking if he looks good. Kind of a bitch but that's okay. Punched a wall once because he was "full of love". Eating ibuprofen like it's a snack (much to the dismay and concern of Show and Doc who often try to hide ibuprofen bottles so they won't take them as often). Gets mad and slams his fists against a table or punches a wall and doesn't think about how much it would hurt until after he's done it. 17 years old.

[misty-zzz]

Chapter 9

Finally writing block had let me go, off to its next victim 🤷

It’s a tad bit of a shorter chapter, but I think it’s a nice one :)

The Wubbox offered its gifts. Shiney clear stones, filled with potential. Dragong steals them right as he lays eyes on the valuables. He shut his eyes, but his concentration was halted by Auglur. They motioned some towards Dragong, he immediately remembers what he’s supposed to do. Not for the gems. He places the three gems on the goopy ground, and clears his throat.

“Thank you… for these supplies…” his eyes scatter around, avoiding any sort of eye contact. Auglur pushes him foward. “And, uhm- these will be a great help for me, and… I am appreciative of it.” He smiles quite awkwardly. Auglur eyes hint in a faint smile. Can’t tell too much of emotion in a floating eyeball flower. Tootoo smiles back, “It’s our pleasure!” She says.

“Anyways, back to this, I’ve finally remembered what I had to do.” Dragong crushes the crystals under his weight. He continued until it was fine dust — but it was just what he needed. He gathers the pile of dust up, and spits right into his palm. This is what magic is like for the monsters. A tad bit strange, but what’s needed.

Fiddlement seemed a tad bit disgusting by the now ball of spit and fine dust. Dragong carefully shapes the mixture into a round fire emblem, somehow able to with his cymbal hands. “Magic for us is weird. I’m not sure how our ancestors found out about this.” Dragong finished the reshaping of the mixture. So he does as he remembers, and places it on top of his forehead.

The orange sludge seeps into his skin and scales, his eyes are shut, and there was a faint glow of red radiating from him. His eyes peel back open. His magic was back, at least for fire balls.

“Did it work?! Fiddlement eagerly tilted forward. Dragong moves over to an area with no one. He draws out the same symbol mid air.

The symbol makes a light carve in the air, quickly becoming a cloud of fire. It shoots out, blasting the wall of the workshop. Gunks of the wall goop fly in every direction. “I did it!” Dragong’s wings burst up. “Oh how I missed magic!” He grins with his sharp teeth.

There were a couple of more explosions from Dragong. Eventually they decided the time had to come. Dragong was going to leave the hole. He’ll miss the triple element ethereals, sadly they aren’t able to join along.

“Don’t tell them about us.” Auglur plead the four. “I don’t want us to be found out by the mythicals. Especially after all I’ve heard from Dragong.” She sighs. “I promise, only we will know.” Tootoo assured her.

“Maybe I’ll come back here every once in a while.” Dragong thought out loud.

They headed off to the outside. Finally Dragong will smell some fresh air. For someone who had been trapped in a cave for so long, he really was a bundle of energy. He bounces on the walls, exploding everything in his path. The only area Wubbox forced Dragong to stop was the areas with the cave paintings.

Along this area, Dragong had a moment to slow down. “Sorry about that, way earlier.” He starts apologizing for seemingly nothing. “For what?” Fiddlement questioned. “That thing with auglur, how she made me say thank you and that stuff.” Dragong grumbled. “We’ve been working on our manners, I guess.” He went on “We knew that eventually we would have to see other monsters eventually. And we didn’t want them to see us as rude or anything.”

“I don’t see anything wrong with that!” Tootoo exclaimed. “I’d rather have someone be kind than to be mean when I first meet them!”

“I guess I just kinda saw it as awkward.” Dragong drags along the dirt path.

With a few back rides on Dragong, and a whole lot of walking. They had done it. Now Dragong will reintroduce himself. A new era for him!

He takes his last breath of cave air, and his first in a while of ethereal air. But everything besides the air was ethereal. A group of monsters stood a couple of feet away.

“A little tweedle told me that someone was going inside that cave.” Laughed the small, stout, orange monster. “Is that-”

“The mythicals!” Dragong cuts off Tootoo. “Why in the name of galvana are you here?” Dragong snapped. He hated that Buzzinga. “For you, of course. Eventually you would wake up, we knew it wasn’t permanent.” The edges of his mouth curl. Something bad was about to happen.

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Some silly notes::::

GUYSSSSS AAAAAHHAHAHAH

I’m SO excited to write the next chapter, FIGHTING AND ARGUING, LETSSS GOOOO!!!!

Also I kinda want to write a part 2 to fate of the stars, but then there’s another one shot in my mind too. Augahagah. I think I’ll write part 2 when all the adult celestials are released. Okay I think I’m going to go insane. 💃🏼🕺🏼🕺🏼💃🏼🕺🏼🕺🏼🕺🏼💃🏼💃🏼💃🏼💃🏼

[numetaljackdog]

what i'm listening to november 2023. the agony

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Laura Les - Haunted: haunted. by laura les.

Garbage - Queer: stand up for the fag anthem. but also let's be real one of the main draws here is the music video where shirley manson pushes the pov character down to the ground and forcibly shaves your head while singing "i know what's good for you." i'm a lesbian

Chris Fleming - W.U.G.: i've met a couple wugs in my time but more than anything i'm just on my chris fleming shit recently. this one has been stucks in my head sooo bad and bsaically anytime i see the word "guy" it comes back with a vengeance

Limp Bizkit & Method Man - N 2 Gether Now: random lb songs will really just crop up in my rotation for seemingly no reason but really this one has so many good lines and the addition of method man brings it up by so much. it's comical on some level bc it's like why is he here, he's like. a real rapper. and fred sounds so out of his depth next to him. but at the same time they both do actually really pretty good. pull the plug and then jet. MIC CHECK.

Sloppy Jane - Bark Like a God: recommended by a friend. need to listen to the full album but this goes insane goes crazy i mean those damn vocals and the THEMES ugh i mean what else do you need in this world. don't even really know what to call this band but it good and i need more

Almeda Riddle - My Little Rooster: Gummo is a 1997 American experimental drama film written and directed by Harmony Korine, starring Jacob Reynolds, Nick Sutton, Jacob Sewell, and Chloë Sevigny. The film is set (but was not filmed) in Xenia, Ohio, a Midwestern American town that had been previously struck by a devastating tornado. The loose narrative follows several main characters who find odd and destructive ways to pass time, interrupted by vignettes depicting other inhabitants of the town.

Destroy Boys - Fences: mostly just real catchy. many such cases. but there is a certain doggish quality to it as well

Enon - Natural Disasters: hi violer :3 ooh ahh the song so catchy the riff so tastey and shiney

Limp Bizkit - The Truth: i watched the band's short film of the same name recently and was pretty underwhelmed. but it did make me wanna go back and listen to the ep! it's been said to death but it's easily some of lb's best work, and not just because it's the serious one or whatever

Repo! The Genetic Opera - Night Surgeon: tbh there should be more repo on here but there's only so much space and this is undoubtedly my favorite track from the soundtrack (although "at the opera tonight" comes pretty damn close!!) i could listen to anthony head go "i remember" like that allllll day. i have been having some serious repo fixation recently i won't lie. give it a watch it's a normal movie

Foo Fighters - Everlong (Acoustic Version): okay look you guys know at this point how i get about everlong. so when i was watching hit film little nicky starring adam sandman and a rather beautiful sequence took place accompanied by a sparse acoustic version still laden in the characteristic warmth of the original song, of course i was hooked. and that's a nu metal-ass movie, too, but this was the pick i ended up making. that's special

Dropkick Murphys - I'm Shipping Up To Boston: WOOOOO BOSTON!!!!!!!! GO BRUINS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! GET ME A CUP O DUNKS!!!!!!! WOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!! YANKEES SUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! <is not from boston but rather a different place entirely

Fefe Dobson - Unforgiven: why did nobody tell me about this fuckin nu metal x y2k pop fusion. this is like rina sawayama stfu but all the way back in 200-goddamn-3. fefe you were before your time

MGMT - Little Dark Age: i don't know mgmt that well but i heard a little bit of this song in a youtube video long ago and really liked it and could never find it and then i happened to encounter it again and was like oh hello my old acquaintance shall we get to know each other better

Billy Joel - All For Leyna: beginning to realize that billy is good actually. every little part of this song is crunchy and sweet and delicious for me. and god i sure am doing it all for leyna aren't i......

Tom Cardy & Brian David Gilbert - Beautiful Mind: tbh this was far from my favorite effort from either of these guys...... didn't really think it was all that funny. had a very lol random sort of appeal that just didn't hit me right. however it does sound amazing, really clean, and they both have nice voices. plus you know i love them harmonies

Taco - Puttin' on the Ritz: they play this a lot at a cafe i go to sometimes. i used to not like this song but it's really grown on me. it's one of those absolutely one-of-a-kind songs that could have only been a hit at the exact time and place that it was. and i like stuff like that! you might even say i think it's super duper :)

Violent Femmes - Breakin' Up: this song is dumb as balls. and it sounds way better in my head than it does to actually listen to it. but! the video is really cool, with that simple but effective camera trick. i enjoy that

Bowling For Soup - Girl All the Bad Guys Want: if the previous song was dumb as balls, this song is dumb as. like. the epididymis. or like a single sperm cell. i don;t know man it's a dumb fucking song. but it's about a cool rap rocker girl :3 and that's meeeeee probably. when i listen to it i like to rate each lyric on how true it is. watching wrestling? maybe now and then. creaming over tough guys? hmmm no i would simply not do this. but listening to rap metal? turntables in her eyes?? now we're fuckin talkin!!!!!!!!!!