#but a remorseful CS is not my CS

[boarwinds]

In your AU, does Lucy Gray have to be a mentor to the future generations of D12 tributes? If yes, how do people react to that? Cause I could easily see the accusations of favoritism/rigging that could generate if anyone from 12 ever started doing really good. How would that all work?

There’s actually a fic that dealt w this exact issue n i loved it SOOOOOO much, made me want to pull my intestines out of my belly button n swing. It’s v toxic not much fluff if at all lmao but check it out!

I still haven’t decided if LG should be a mentor bc like you said there could be accusations of favoritism but if that ever did happen I think it’s like an open secret that CS will kill anyone who slanders LG, if not to protect her as his wife but bc LG disrespect=CS disrespect, that’s HIS wife. On the other hand, her not being a mentor could also be seen as another form of favoritism bc she doesn’t have to deal w the trauma of “guiding” kids who were once in her place and are most likely going to end up dead days after meeting them. I think it could work if the mentorship program starts w the 11th victor, w the first 10 being except bc…. Reasons. Also the whereabouts of the first 10 victors are unknown right? minus LG ofc. Yeah i think ill go w that LMAO, LG won’t be a mentor not bc of favoritism, but bc the first 10 get to be exempt. Now as to how LG feels abt that, i think it would be so traumatizing for her to get involved, but also. It would eat her up not to help. I rly think the fic i linked dealt w it so much better than i ever could so yeee here’s the link again https://archiveofourown.org/works/51952198/chapters/131373604

[nocentis]

Sown Fresh to Bloom┆ X793

╳ ┆A beautiful dawn. Its fingers splayed over the horizon in brilliant golden streaks, flexing heavenward in decorous praise. Their warmth graced his face; cupped his cheeks with the airiness of a lover's caress and tilted his chin toward infinity. A gentle so overindulgent and undeserved.

Still, he felt the spread of his own fingers in time with the sun's stretch. A vigor reignited from skin to soul. He felt victory and defeat in equal measures. Love and life at last, free to take, and yet he'd never felt less qualified to seize either.

Familiar steps approached. He need not turn to know. She was the only one who might seek him out now, as the rest were well on their way. He watched them embark just before new light, smiling fond, waving kind, yet he could only see past as they walked toward future.

“When will you be leaving?”

Meredy chuffed, somewhere between a sigh and a laugh, like she wasn't expecting his ask. “Is that your way of telling me the guild’s disbanded?”

“No,” he answered honest, “Everyone is leaving. I just assumed...“

"Right. You assumed," she chastised, never shy. “Where will I go?” She mused, stabbing forth, “I have no village to return to. Few other friends, and none more important than you. I’ve got nowhere to be but by your side. Why would I leave now?”

“You've grown. Any legitimate guild would be lucky to have you. You don’t need me anymore.”

“Maybe I never did,” she posited simply.

“Maybe so,” he returned evenly.

Her hand curled around his shoulder, light enough that he could pull away and yet present enough for comfort. “You’re my family. What’s left of it, anyway.”

“Family?” He repeated, testing it on his own tongue. It was honey-tart. Sweet dressing to an open wound.

“Like an Uncle,” she clarified with a half-shrug. She smirked, nearly teasing, “A young one, of course. But you’re all I have left in terms of kin.”

So simple. So light. So free. Her voice was airy and unburdened despite how much she'd lost. In that way, he envied her. She made peace with her transgressions, made proper sense of them, and moved to become someone radiant and inspiring. Whatever was left of her hurt was buried; deeply personal and harshly constrained. Perhaps he wanted that for himself — to become a beacon for those harboring remorse or regret and to lead them to peace.

The horizon blurred into something grey and sallow. His own voice sounded foreign when he droned, “And that means you’ll stay?”

Meredy’s light-hearted demeanor dropped. She sighed, combed a hand through her bangs, and took a seat in the grass beside him. Rather than answer his, admittedly, redundant question, she issued one of her own. “Aren’t you happy for the Seis? They’ve finally been awarded their due freedom. They can do what they truly want now.”

“Of course I’m happy for them. Beyond happy. I’m elated,” he answered in truth. "I only wish it could've happened sooner."

“But there’s something else, too,” she gathered. “There’s always something else with you.”

“You’re right." His gaze dropped to his worrisome hands, diligently rubbing themselves raw. In comparison to the blownout blur, they almost looked too real. "It has nothing to do with the Seis though, I'm afraid."

“So, what is it?" She prodded, insistent. "What plagues you?”

“I’m not sure how to describe it," he admitted. "Guilt, perhaps."

“May I?” It was more of a suggestion than a question. Her finger flared a soft pink as she pointed between his wrist and her own. “Maybe I can give it a name. That ought to help. At least a little.” At his blatant hesitation, she coaxed, “Come on. You said it yourself. I’m grown. There’s nothing you could be feeling that I haven’t felt myself.”

“Alright,” he conceded, though he remained less than thrilled.

She closed her eyes, released a stalled breath, and their wrists came alight with shared rosy charms. Her impatience was a fading whisper, quickly replaced by a mix of curiosity and concentration, and then his own hesitation echoed back to him twofold.

“You don’t have to say anything," she coached, nothing but patience in her instruction, "Just... think.”

Just think. Right, then. He could do that, couldn't he? It was one of the things he did ceaselessly, second only to breathing.

Meredy's concern was latent, flowing into him unbidden. More dominant than that was concentration—no, determination. Her focus on sorting him out indirectly fueled his own internal redirection, gently nudging him back into his own head from whence he came.

It felt entirely too open, though he probably should have expected as much. He made her worry, and vulnerability was the unfortunate consequence. He shouldn't have been so presumptuous, assuming she would leave simply because the Seis were ready to move onto bigger and better. He knew better than that. She wasn't so fickle as to spring such a lofty switch on him without first discussing it at length.

His insecurity was eating at him again. What he deserved was hardly his reality. He knew that to be true, though on occasion, he allowed that thing in his chest to paint the scene a ghastly pallor; a delusion of death owed.

But true justice wouldn't award him death. It would have him live all of their lives in succession. It would have him live their pain, their futility, their trust and betrayal and their earth-shattering moment of clarity, an endless loop of agony for naught, and then—then it would spit him out at their feet and have him beg for their mercy.

His life should be in their hands, and yet, because of the strength he coveted under the influence of the damned, because of the strength he cultivated in his selfish desire to preserve the ones he so loves, he still held a power he wasn't so sure he'd earned. A power that kept him almost untouchable.

His own magic was a cruel irony. A reminder of the standard he could never embody so long as he breathed and evermore. For all the Heavens he'd drawn from, he was himself the false-prophet, undeserving of the stars' forgiveness. Undeserving of peace. Of light. Of love.

And yet it followed him still.

“This isn't guilt. It's shame,” Meredy chimed in.

“That’s… warranted.”

“To an extent." Her hand rose to her chest, idly rubbing circles just beneath her collarbone. Her face twisted in despair, and he could feel his own sorrow amplified and echoed back to him through their link. Meredy's voice wavered when she argued, “This is exorbitant. It should be debilitating.”

"Break the link," he suggested. Tears brimmed her eyes as her nails sunk into her shoulder, yet he could feel her reluctance to let go; to leave him alone with it. "Please, Meredy."

Despite her obvious hesitation, she honored his request, rubbing her wrist where they were only just connected. There was pity in her eyes, so much of it that it was sickening. Her words came out wet, strangled, like she was still choking back the tears he wasn't willing to shed, "Is that really how you feel all the time?"

"No," he attempted to ease her concern, but it was utterly unconvincing. "There are moments of joy, and pride, and hope."

"What about peace? Calm? Silence?"

He opened his mouth only to close it again.

"Why haven't you..." she stopped herself and started over like she already knew the answer to her initial question, "Do you think it's doing you any good, holding onto this?"

"I don't know how to live without it," he confessed. "It's my burden to carry. I cannot forget. I cannot separate myself from what I've done."

Her face pinched, somewhere between anger and upset. For the first time in a long while, she seemed disappointed in him. "You're not carrying it. You're letting it consume you."

"I don't want that."

"What do you want?" She bawked, voice riding the line between irritation and incredulity. "From life, from yourself, from anything?"

"I want to help others," he answered immediately, no rumination required. "I want to find others like me, like us, and lead them to light."

"How can you do that if you can't find it yourself?"

[00kittenz]

── our little secret. ( psh ) 🧸

๑ In which Sunghoon makes you realize just how badly you’ve missed his touch after going almost a week without it…

pair: sunghoon ㅊ f!reader | warnings: smut, pwp, cheating (oof), secret relationship, slightly jealous and possessive sunghoon, teasing, begging, fingering (in both holes lol), praise and degrading, oral (f + m rec.), spanking, piv, unprotected s.x | words: 2.0k

this is based off this ask i got the other day !! i kinda wrote more smut cs im a slut for hoon what can i say lol. but thnx to that anon for this delicious idea ヾ(>᎑<๑)

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“why haven’t you been answering any of my calls ?” sunghoon looked visibly in distress, profusely running his fingers through his hair, “had me worried sick about you..”

you stood in front of the doorway quiet, heaving out a sigh before you could explain, “..i’m really sorry hoon. it’s just i got caught up again with—” stopping yourself mid sentence, you spare him of any further details, deciding to just drop this whole subject entirely. “actually never mind, just forget it.”

he isn’t dumb, he knows exactly what you’re talking about. it’s just he chooses to turn a blind eye to it all. doesn’t wanna get caught in the midst, even though he quite literally already is. he’d rather not hear about another fight you and your boyfriend had, or knowing the stability of your relationship with him at all. in the beginning it didn’t affect him as much, but as time went on he just couldn’t bear to listen anymore. sunghoon will never understand why you’re still with him when he can be all that you need and so much more.

call him delusional or whatever, but you were his girl. no one else’s. he’s so crazy about you that if you asked him to kill someone for you he’d probably do it without even hesitating. it’s kind of pathetic to be so blindly in love with someone who’s already taken, but he’s been dead set on you since the day you two locked eyes. ‘love at first sight’ or whatever you may call it. he’s never felt more deeply in tune with another person, it’s like you two were made for each other. of course he’d give anything for you to break up with that loser, it’s just going to take some time (and convincing) to get you to finally do that. plus, what he doesn’t know can’t hurt him, right ?

“come in.” you usher him inside quickly before anyone sees, shutting the door behind you with your foot.

once he fully walked through the door, your arms immediately swung around his neck, unable to hold back anymore. you missed him more than anything, you missed holding him, seeing him, been craving his touch all day, everyday; which is why you decided to cut the ‘date’ you had with your boyfriend short today. you came up with some lame excuse, saying how you weren’t feeling well and needed to go home. he looked as though he didn’t believe you but he let you leave anyway, hoping that you’d feel better and to text him once you got back home. spoiler: you didn’t.

this has been going on for a couple months now, no one knows of this clandestine relationship, not even your closest of friends and you’d like to keep it that way. it’s a horrible thing to say but you don’t necessarily feel any remorse or guilt for what you’re doing at all, if anything you like the thrill of it. sunghoon made you feel things that you’ve never felt before, he was everything that your boyfriend wasn’t and that’s what drew you in the minute you two met.

“missed you..” you muffle into his shirt that were clinging on, basking in the rich scent of his expensive cologne, your favorite one to be exact.

“i missed you so much more baby,” he shamelessly confessed, not caring if it comes off clingy. “couldn’t have you all this week so i’m gonna have you now,” he continued, “been dying to have a taste of these lips again.” he engulfed you even tighter, lifting your head up to lean in and kiss you for the first time tonight.

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“god.. you’re so fucking pretty.” sunghoon whispers against your skin, peppering kisses along your jaw, sinking down towards your neck. his hands roam everywhere, exploring every inch of you. god, how you’ve missed this feeling so. so. much.

he finally had you right where he wanted, he’s been wanting this for days, thirsting for you all week; and now that he has it you he wasn’t just gonna let you slip away so easily. you let his arms lift your sweater over your head, aching to kiss below the collarbone. his hands cupped your ass, lifting you up from the couch as he carries you to your room, settling you down onto the bed.

“so gorgeous baby.. ”

his eyes danced around your bare upper body, down to your soft, round thighs, to your legs.. admiring your curvy figure. it’s like you were sculptured to perfection; he’ll never not be obsessed with you. an angel that’s descended from heaven is what you are to him. you knew his words had an affect on you, you felt it, he had you dripping for him just from his compliments alone.

his large hands caressed your breasts while his thumb teased your nipple, feeling it stiffen the minute he comes in contact with it. you held your breath for a second, feeling hypersensitive from not being touched in so long. the reactions you had as he did so was enough to make his boxers tighten under his sweats. he needed you more than the oxygen that pervades his lungs, if he could live in this moment forever — he would without even thinking.

when his index and thumb twisted your hardened nip, the moan you let out was hoarse.. broken.. you couldn’t believe you hadn’t felt his touch for almost a week. seemed like an impossible task in hindsight. sunghoon coated his saliva around the base of your nipple, his arm sliding down your body to cup your wetness.

“my precious girl,” he let out a low chuckle, feeling how soaked you were through your thin pajama shorts.

“so wet for me, huh, so needy for me?” he teases you with his fingers, tracing everywhere but your clit.

you squirmed underneath him, grasping onto your pink bedsheets. oh, how you so badly missed his dirty talk.. it looked so good on him. you buck your needy hips up against his hand, wanting to feel more of him as much as you possibly can.

“hmm..fuck..” you gasped, making him chuckle at you again. his hands shift to your waistband yanking them down as they hung to your feet.

“spread.” you didn’t even hesitate for him, your legs shot open. your hand held under your thigh, keeping it open so sunghoon could get a glimpse of your pretty glistening cunt. he stood between your legs, spreading apart your folds as if he were inspecting you.

“mm.. hoon.. please hurry i want your fingers..” you moaned, he spared a glance at your sparkling eyes before complying.

he simply hums at your eagerness, “then i shouldn’t keep my girl waiting, should i ?..” his fingers hid themselves in your weeping hole slowly while he eyed you, drinking up your features.

you felt his fingers trace the inside of your cunt making your face contort messily, your bottom lip held captive by your upper teeth.

“uhhuh, you like that right baby, you missed this ?” he thrusted his digits in and out of you at a pace that kept gradually fastening.

you had no intention on responding, it’d only be a waste of breath. especially when he knew you already liked it. your moans filled the room beautifully.

“fuck, you’re so good for me.. gonna ruin this pretty pussy.” he’d been fingering you into oblivion as his hidden digits thrusted into you, his thumb ran circles around your blushing clit.

“hah, yes ! yes, baby ! i’m coming!..” your shaky hand held onto his wrist. hips bouncing themselves towards him, you exploded.. your juices coated his fingers and the sheets you’d rested on before you were called to taste euphoria.

“good girl, you took it so well for me.” he slapped your thigh, following it up by pulling his layers down, revealing his hard. he laced his fingers around the base, pumping hisself a few times before hovering over you, kissing your bruised, swollen lips from earlier.

your hands were quick to palm him, cupping his balls lightly squeezing them. “oh shit..baby,” he moaned against your skin before sitting you up and guiding you onto your feet.

“knees.” he said before you quickly dropped onto the floor.

he looks at you with eyes full of nothing but admiration and lust before brushing his pink tip against your lips. “open.” he orders once again, raising his brows at you. once you do as your told, he eased himself inside your sticky coated mouth.

at this moment you thought of nothing but pleasing him right, your hands gripped his thighs while your head bobbed slowly on his length. once you were comfortable you quickened yourself. you loved when he was all whiney, especially for you. his hands gripped your hair as he groaned your name, feeling him throbbing inside you.

“mhm.. hell yeah.. just like that for me princess.” he praised you, that moment causing you to squeeze your legs together.

you sucked him harder as your mouth slid off his tip, hands replacing it. your hand added a pressure your mouth couldn’t as you jerked him. his balls sat in your mouth and you suckled and licked until he couldn’t take it anymore

“shit !” he tapped your shoulder before lifting you up onto your feet once more. “all fours now, hurry up.” he groaned at you.

“but you didn't-” you felt his hand swash against your ass causing you to yelp and hurriedly get into position.

“good girl,” he wasted no time into pushing himself inside you, pounding into you as if this were the last time he’d see ever you. you felt your insides tickle everytime he caressed your G spot.

“fuck ! sunghoon, right there..” you pitched, having hold of the comforter for stability.

his middle finger caressed your asshole, taking some of your heats slick to use it as lube. once his finger was inside, your lower felt a dry pain, that was until you felt the pleasure rising from it. his grip on your waist tightened while he watches your ass move fluidly everytime he pushed inside you.

“such a obedient little cunt, isn't it.. so wet and needy for me. she loves this cock fucking her dumb, doesn't she?” he slapped your ass and he wasn’t planning on stopping until he saw handprints.

“trying to milk me aren’t you.. shit..” he hissed as he felt you clench around him.

your hand reaches down to your bud caressing it slowly, ready to reach your high again. “hmm, yes hoon, come on me, please !!”

sunghoon never turned you over so fast. he rubbed his shaft between your folds before bursting onto your smooth abdomen. the sound of you begging for him left him winded.

“fuck.. fuck.. y/n..you have no idea what you do to me..” he went down on you drinking you all up, cleaning you out. “taste so fucking good. who are you tasting so good for?..” he praised again.

“just for you hoonie, only you !” you whined out loudly, playing with the stickiness that caked on your stomach.

not long after, you yourself let out on him. he didn’t fail to drink you clean. he was so drunk off of you that anything you said would be gospel, he’d worship the ground you walked on, whatever you wanted you’d get it in a heartbeat.

he comes up to cup your face, kissing you practically everywhere, your forehead, your eyelids, your cheeks, nose, mouth, neck— he made sure not to miss a single spot. just wants to show all his appreciation for you. he’ll never meet another girl like you, to him you were irreplaceable. most would probably think of him as an idiot to stay with you, but he wouldn’t listen even if a million people told him.

he’ll wait for you if he has to, no matter what he isn’t going anywhere. for now he’ll take what he can get, continuing to keep up this façade as though you’re just “friends” to the outside world, but clearly it’s so much more than that. sunghoon didn’t mind that he was your dirty little secret, he would continue to play along for as long as you needed. or, he’ll just keep fucking you into submission until you finally give in, until you won’t even want to think of another man’s hands touching you the same way his does.

[stnkiconverse]

Creepypasta HCs no one asked for!!

Jeff The Killer

- I see him as Wasian and you can't tell me otherwise.

- Chinese mom and American dad (American cs he had that strap on him fr)

- VIRGIN!!!

- Stinky..like..SERIOUSLY STINKY.

- You actually cannot step into his room without gagging, It's blood in the most random places, stinky shoes, clothes strewn around everywhere, and I'm sure that if you were to dig through his closet you would find a dead animal or two (I wouldn't even put my hands near his room)

- He steps in lots of puddles and walks in the rain and doesn’t wash his shoes.

- I Imagine him around 5’10-6’1.

- Didn't bother to fully learn his moms native language and would only learn cuss words.

- Lashes out at everyone and everything.

- Talks shit abt everyone in their faces and has gotten into several fights because of it.

- Only gets along with Smile Dog and can tolerate Ben and Toby. Not so much Toby because he is easily irritable and will lash out at Toby for ticking even though it’s not his fault, he learns to control himself and remind himself that Toby can’t help it.

- Has ASPD, BPD, and Psychopathy.

- ASPD: He shows deceitfulness, impulsivity, irritability, aggression, lack of remorse and a propensity for violent behavior. BPD: He has intense emotional stability (leading him to be unable to be in long-term friendships and relationships), impulsive behavior, intense emotional swings, and unstable self-image. Psychopathy: Poor judgment, egocentricity, lack of remorse, or empathy, and manipulative behavior.

- Has to be kept away from Sully because Sully will jump him.

- I don’t believe he actually cut through his whole cheek.. maybe cut pretty deep but not all the way through. And let’s leave the mans eyelids alone, I’ll say he has no eyelashes (they were burnt off) but I’ll leave his eyelids alone, everyone needs sleep and if he had no eyelids he would be dead, would’ve died before Slender even found him..

- INTERNALIZED HOMOPHOBIA (hes bi idc)

That’s all I have for Jeff right now!!

[veveisveryuncool]

so, i was wondering about that mirror AU. first off i wanna say, i really like the designs. but i did have a few questions.

So first off, for Magolor, you say he's basically blind but it looks like he has an eye in his mouth like the original soul version. Is that not an eye or am I just going crazy?

Secondly, You mentioned how Adeline is the most normal of them. So are all the characters basically insane and if so, how would you say they rank on the sanity scale?

And finally, and I just have to ask this being a fan of both these characters, but you mentioned that Magolor has someone to help guide him, being blind. Is there by any chance that this seeing-eye jester you mentioned happens to be Marx?

ohhh hi!! tysm for asking about this! i'm really glad people took an interest in those mirror world counterparts, it means a lot :]]

ok, to start, i'm gonna talk about adeleine and sanity :D (since the two magolor questions tie in with each other and bc i like talking about her)

here is the "sanity" scale! i put this in quotes because they are all a little bit insane in their own ways <3

adeleine is the "most normal" here, not because she is mentally sane, but because she basically lives the same life she had pre-DL3 (living alone in cloudy parks, surrounded by her living discarded WIPs, having various temper tantrums). obviously, she still plays a role in the mirror-world version of 64:CS, but she let the whole "shiver star oh my god. earth is dead. humans are gone and i'm the only one left" thing completely take over her psyche. she stays up in the clouds, desperately trying to remember life on earth, and maybe– just maybe, convince herself that she's not alone.

magolor is doing surprisingly okay here?? like, sure he barely managed to scrape his way out of purgatory, and now has the remains of his wrongdoings etched into his body, but he's taking it like a champ 👍👍 he denies what happened to him was his fault (even when it totally was), and because of it, his AD experience was ramped up to 11. he feels no remorse for his betrayal, and instead no longer fights kirby simply because he gave up trying. he's also got the whole..eye and crown thing going on. so.

elfilin is next, with him basically being confined to the Pickle Jar. he's trapped in his own mind (forever wandering the isolated isles) and just kinda floats there, waiting for something to save him from an eternity of chaos. i put him above adeleine because of the situation that leads him there in the first place. since the initial splitting of elfilis/elfilin was a lot more messy, it means that they're stuck in a yin-yang scenario. instead of completely good, elfilin is mostly good, and that sliver of darkness increased his susceptibility to fecto forgo, drawing him to lab discovera. the beast pack captures him and tries to fuse him with forgo, but because of the discordance, it's taking a lot longer. the "good" part of elfilin hangs on, trapped in his dreams and slowly losing his grip, which is represented by his constant crying of the blood cell-like orbs from chaos elfilis' fight.

ribbon is. not doing so hot here. not only is she on the verge of breaking (mentally and physically), she has essentially isolated herself to complete an impossible mission. since the crystal was smashed into thousands upon thousands of pieces, she'll likely spend the rest of her life searching for each shard. she wallows in guilt and self-depreciation (even though it's not her fault!!), and is also fighting off dark matter possession at any given point. her will is strong, but how long can she last?

okay!! magolor time!!

magolor's seeing-eye jester is indeed marx! (though he will kill you if you call him that) while mirror-marx is even less of a good choice to befriend than normal marx, their friendship still upholds :]

while yeah, magolor does have a huge-ass eye in his mouth, it's not him that's doing the seeing. the visual information goes straight to the master crown, if this makes sense.

the master crown's power has dulled, now forming a symbiotic relationship with him. magolor provides the crown with a body to host, and the crown's magic allows him survive AD, basic perception (he's not gonna run into a tree anytime soon, but can't read or see faces), and a huge ego boost.

[bookish-library]

The Underworld Saga, Monster

Everyone's favorite act ending, it's time for Monster! The fog is back into play, staging symbolism is more prominent than ever, and Odysseus starts to break down (and put his acting chops to work)! I have already started to work on the Troy Saga, so that should be out soon!

Ao3 link here, full story under the cut! Apologies for any formatting errors, I'm on mobile

Segue from NO LONGER YOU

ODYSSEUS is still mid-extension. Lights still Underworld, neutral black/grey. Fog machines continue. Lots of allowance for Odysseus to do his acting thing.

ODYSSEUS:

How has everything been turned against us?

How did suffering become so endless?

How am I to reunite with my estranged? (glance to wedding ring)

Do I need to change?

(He begins to cross to extension walkway up to mainstage but does not step onto main. He is no longer in the state of mind that the extension stage represents) 

CUE: Ship extension set descend to be taken off, send back up ASAP

ODYSSEUS (looking around, turning to face audience):

I'm surrounded by the souls of those I've lost

I'm the only one whose line I haven't crossed

What if the greatest threat we'll find across the sea (realization)

Is me?

What if I'm the monster?

What if I'm in the wrong?

What if I'm the problem that's been hiding all along?

What if I'm the one who killed you (glance down at/hold light on chest)

Every time I caved to guilt?

What if I've been far too kind to foes

But a monster to ourselves?

What if I'm the monster?

(ODYSSEUS begins to pace the extension, mentioning each new foe facing a different direction: Polyphemus SL, Circe between SL and CS, Poseidon SR, and Himself CS, facing SR slightly. Character images will be projected onto mainstage fog. Each time a character image appears, it will stay up until directed)

Is the cyclops struck with guilt when he kills?                                                     PROJECTION: POLYPHEMUS, MSR, character pose with club, red ceiling spotlight

Is he up in the middle of the night?               

Or does he end my men to avenge his friend                                                     PROJECTION: Same image, change to white ceiling spotlight

And then sleep knowing he has done him right?

When the witch turns men to pigs to protect her nymphs                               PROJECTION: CIRCE, MSL, character pose, red ceiling spotlight

is she going insane?                                                                                       

Or did she learn to be colder when she got older                                            PROJECTION: Same image, change to white ceiling spotlight

and now she saves them the pain? 

When a god comes down and makes a fleet drown                                        PROJECTION: POSEIDON, MSCR, character pose with trident, red ceiling spotlight

Is he scared that he's doing something wrong?                               

Or does he keep us in check so we must respect him                                      PROJECTION: Same image, change to white ceiling spotlight

And now no one dares to piss him off? 

Does a soldier use a wooden horse to kill                                                            PROJECTION: ODYSSEUS, MSCL, baby bundle in hand, red ceiling spotlight

sleeping Trojans 'cause he is vile?                                             

Or does he throw away his remorse                                                                    PROJECTION: Same image, change to white ceiling spotlight

and save more lives with guile? 

(debating) If I became the monster, and threw that guilt away

Would that make us stronger?

Would it keep our foes at bay?

If I became the monster to everyone but us

And made sure we got home again

Who would care if we're unjust?

If I became the

FALLEN SOLDIERS:

Monster

ODYSSEUS (nodding to himself, a realization

of what this phrase means):                                                                                       FALLEN SOLDIERS:

Oh, ruthlessness is mercy upon ourselves       Monster                           

And deep down I know this well

(Ramping up, gesturing for each instance)

I lost my best friend

I lost my mentor, my mom

(Gestures to the extension stage, where ship set usually is)

Five hundred men gone, this can't go on

(Mind made up, strong movements)

I must get to see Penelope and Telemachus

So if we must sail (he begins to cross up to mainstage, movements sharp)

through dangerous oceans and beaches

I'll go where Poseidon won't reach us

(reaching the mainstage steps, he stares down his fog projection, one foot on the mainstage)

And if I gotta drop another infant from a wall

In an instant so we all don't die

ODYSSEUS:                                                                     ALL:

Then I'll become the

Monster (He steps fully onto the mainstage     Monster

and slashes through his projection. It disappears)

I will deal the blow

And I'll become the

Monster (Cross further SL, slash through Monster

CIRCE, disappears)                                   

Like none they've ever known

So what if I'm the

Monster (Cross SR, slash POSEIDON, Monster

disappears) 

Lurking deep below?

I must become the

Monster (Cross further SR, slash Monster

POLYPHEMUS, disappears) 

And then we'll make it home

(Crossing to CS)                                                            Monster

(Beating his chest, music timed, a callback to “Horse/Infant”) 

Penelope                                                                     

    Monster

Telemachus

                                                                                    Monster

Oh, ruthlessness is mercy upon ourselves

                                                                                         Monster

I'll become the monster

(When final note strikes, Lights blackout and the light on ODYSSEUS’s chest, previously white [or whatever color represents his crew] changes to a bright red [same/similar red to ceiling lights] [callback to how Poseidon appears]. All that is visible mainstage is the red light, shining through the fog.)

BLACKOUT

(END ACT ONE)

[naffeclipse]

Naff, just wow.

Immediately after I finished reading the CS chapter the tears came all at once, streaming down my face and leaving wet streaks down both of my cheeks. It is hard to make me cry like that. I’m floored, just completely stunned.

I’m soooo happy you gave us a chapter like this, giving the characters and the reader a safe space to digest and get some questions answered. It was also much needed after the action filled chapters before it and it’s a nice resting stop before the horrors waiting before us.

Naff, you write so beautifully, I’m looking back at the lines of text I saved to keep for this comment and I’m gonna cry again from just reading them! (Also sorry,, this is gonna be a long one,,,)

They ate and came back to your trailer, where all of your weapons reside. Holy water, silver knives, and bolts, the Latin incantations to exercise beings just like them.

Just, I’m crying at this. To me it holds so much emotional weight. This story is so close to my heart you don’t even know AAAAAAAA

The repeating “Eat.”, “Please. Eat.” and finally “Ask, then eat.” has me on the floor weeping and I don’t know exactly why. Just the ‘ask’ before the ‘eat’ feels so calm and like they’ve fully opened up. Ready to answer any question.

“Yes,” Moon answers softly. “We ate their hearts.”

You jerk in your shock, almost flinging the egg and sausage bit off of your utensil and to the floor.

“You ate his heart?”

Moon becomes completely still. He stares blankly at you then at your chest.

I swear they can’t keep doing this! But they must! But please phrase it differently boys! XD

The nature of the demonic cryptid before you tumbles through your brain and into your heart—a monster that protects children. An instinct to reject it as a fairy tale touches your nerves. It’s too good to be true, that’s too romantic to believe a being of teeth and claws would seek to protect vulnerable children.

Again, your writing!! And AAAAA IT IS TOO ROMANTIC TO BE TRUE BUT IT’S!!!!!

I’m so happy mothman came up again! And slkfdlfkfsahvjdf that whole bit was so needed oh man!! Perfect way to break the tension! “You killed it,” “It’s not your boyfriend.” FDKLKFSAJKADFG

I love that Y/N isn’t afraid of Eclipse, they’re afraid of Eclipse hurting others. This is why they love Y/N, their heart is filled with only compassion and an undying will to protect others. That scene by the gully, my brows still hurt from how much I was furrowing and straining them, I was at the edge of tears the whole way through. (I’m crying rn reading it again)

“Life means much to you, we understand—”

“No, you don’t! You don’t know the value of life at all,” you jab your finger at him, hitting the yellow button on his chassis, “If you did, you wouldn’t kill an innocent person!”

*WAILING*

“Heart, we have acted too long upon fear.” He holds your gaze, their voices low and rumbling with pangs of remorse and pleas. “We are still learning, but we want to show you that we are better for it.”

*LOUD SOBBING*

And the vow!! aaAAAA!!!!

Deep in the darkness of your sleep, your fist closes around their true hand, and squeezes.

They hum low, rumbling you into ease with a purr of promise.

They are yours.

I’m fucking CRYING!!!!!

The back rubs have me absolutely MELTING! that’s how touch starved I am at this point

Oh and the hug KILLED ME!!! OH MY GOD THEY NEEDED THAT. I THINK I NEEDED IT MORE THO. AAAAAAAAAAAAA Thank you for that :’>

The slow slooooow build of trust, acceptance and some fragments of happiness coming back was a wonder to read! And the still lurking distrust in the form of the salt shaker is tugging at my heartstrings so hard I think I’m gonna cry again..

Absolutely AMAZING chapter as always!!!

I told you before but please, pleeeeease don’t worry about taking your time with your writing. Waiting one month between chapters is nothing. I’d wait an eternity if necessary❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Meep, I'm gonna melt into a puddle, please!!! I'm thrilled that you enjoyed this chapter and I'm seeping into the floor knowing you like it so much! I also love that you shared your favorite paragraphs/quotes because alsdjflasdfj it's always a warm-fuzzing feeling when I hear what people were affected by!

Thankfully I won't make you wait a full month again, but I do appreciate it ♥ ♥ ♥

Ah, thank you so much, babe! ♥

[enchantedxhearts]

All this CS gifsets on my dash and rewatch of some episodes not only tempt me to add OG!Hook (a divergent version of him, of course, fy Eddie and Adam) but also got me thinking... thinking that it's not even Hook himself I hate so much, it's the way writers treated him,

like "we declare him to all of sudden be a good guy so everyone should think of him as a good guy without any redeeming steps on his part (I'm not saying he didn't do good things after S2, I'm saying he didn't actually try to redeem himself, like, you know, at least try to apologize to people like Belle and Archie for all the shitty things he'd done before he fell for Emma and joined the hero squad)",

like "we're gonna half-ass him a tragic backstory in a poor attempt to show that he is actually a good guy who became a villain because bad things happened to him" (mind you, I'm not saying anything against his backstory, just that it looked like it was very hastily and poorly thrown together),

like "we are gonna make up some new bad things he did way in the past so we can show that he is remorseful about them but we are going to totally ignore all the bad things viewers saw him do back in S2"

So I am actually seriously considering adding Hook here and giving him the proper redemption arc he (or at least Colin, who is such a fantastic actor it's a shame they wasted him a lot on a pretty one-dimensional and poorly-thought through character when it could have been a really great character, and Emma, in the universe where he is her True Love, do) deserves.

[coryosbaby]

ok i’m just gonna say you can completely ignore this i just needed somewhere to get my thoughts out. also idk if you’ve actually seen tbosas or just write for the characters rn but if you haven’t seen it then don’t read this lol. so first of all im now gonna go through and read ALL of the coryo stuff i didn’t before bc i hadn’t seen the movie and i felt weird but i’ve seen it now so yeah. but wowwww. the movie was actually so amazing idk how you felt abt it but im still in shock and it ended like half an hour ago, it was incredible. the way coryo’s character and moral judgement shifts throughout and its shown by his hair too which i think is amazing. i could go onnnn abt the easter eggs and links to the other movies but i wont, instead ill just say my jaw DROPPED when he killed high bottom at the end and with RAT POISONING??? im losing my mind rn but all my friends are asleep and i just needed somewhere to get it out 😭😭

NO BC THIS IS SO REAL . I’m ranting about this, spoilers ahead for the movie & book btw 💔

I hadn’t read the book when I watched tbosas but I saw a few snippets and saw how Coryo was thinking the whole time, but when I was watching it I was like ??? Ain’t no way they must’ve changed his character but NO bro like he’s a whole manipulator 😭 and the way the end of the movie shifts into his pov and shows his true paranoia/pov. So we’ll never rly know what Lucy Gray actually thought (though she prob did wanna get tf outta there n I don’t blame her)

and I js wanna say rn. I see a lot of Sejanus in Johanna. Like katniss too, obviously, but Johanna is definitely another form of his rage.

Like don’t even get me STARTED on Sejanus, there was sm going on in his and Coryo’s friendship or wtv tf that was. Like in the books Coryo is INSANELY jealous of Sejanus ?? But the way they were friends since they were KIDS bro 😭😭 and coryo js thought they’d send him home bc he’s capital. like I can’t. It’s literally so sad. Tbh, in the movies it seems like Coryo sees more of Sejanus in the whole rebellion in the later hunger games than Lucy. Cs Lucy was never a rebel rly? And he only rly cried & felt remorse during Sejanus’ death?? Like it’s HIM that really haunts him, on top of Lucy’s songs. But I think she enrages him while Sej makes him feel guilty

Also the way they make fun of Sejanus for calling his mother “ma” and it’s the last thing he says :(( and he realizes that Coryo betrayed him right before that .

THE WAY THAT CORYO LITERALLY TAKES OVER SEJANUS’ PLACE IN HIS FAMILY. LIKE MOVES IN W HIS FAMILY, CALLS HIS MOTHER “MA”. LIKE WHAT THE FUCK ILL NEVER GET OVER THAT

OMFG. And the way Coryo’s dad died in the woods by a rebel. And then he kills Lucy in the woods 😨😨 the way that once u think about it he def knew what he was doing the whole time, like he probably planned 90% of that out beside a little bit of stuff.

And how Dean highbottom, esp in the books, didn’t even WANT the hunger games to be a thing. Like you think ur gonna hate him bc he’s the creator of the hunger games before watching but dr Gaul is actually the worst one 😭

Also the way Coryo’s roses change ? Like he uses red ones when he’s young, but later when he’s old he uses white ones— and to me this seems like symbolism for him “cleansing” himself of Lucy gray (while also keeping roses bc they reminded him of his mother).

[safyresky]

It's December 13th, you know what that means!

The Twelve Years of Frostmas is now LIVE on ao3!

Haha, got you, didn't I! I bet you were all thinking "Ah yes, weekly CS update, ahh shit, here we go again!" And then I FOOLED YOU! HAHA! Check it out HERE on ao3 :)

And for those who don't know, take a summary!

The Twelve Years of Frostmas

Nobody but he and I knew the truth. Jack wasn't supposed to be Santa; I wasn't supposed to be Jack Frost. He thought being Santa would fix everything. He was horribly, horribly mistaken. [My take on Jack's reign as Santa during the Escape Clause. MAJOR OC involvement AND First Person POV from said OC. Finally cross posting THIS behemoth! Enjoy!]

IT'S FROSTMAS BAYBEE!

See, there were 2 (two) thoughts I had that led to the creation of Jacqueline:

If Jack thawed and pulled a Zuko, and couldn't use his powers and didn't know why, who would help him figure it out? And

Who was Jack Frost when Jack was Santa? Surely he couldn't do both, right?

And boom! In walks Jacqueline like:

And lo, Frostmas (as a concept) was born; and finally written when CS was originally near completion. Feels appropriate to start crossposting this one now that the climax of CS has resolved!

So here, take Jacqueline's humble Prologue to the Twelve Years of Frostmas.

Prologue

Jacqueline settles in to tell us the story of a fucked up little timeline she calls "Frostmas".

FINALLY on ao3 HERE :)

And of course, as always, it lives on ff.net all the way up to Year Ten. You can start it from the top on ff dot net HERE, but I'd wait a haute minute if you're checking it out there, as I will not be updating the prologue to match until I download a copy of Frostmas for posterity sake (which will be probably much later today) :)

And with that, enjoy! I'll be back closer to the end of the week (or early next week) with Chapter 28 of Crystal Springs :)

JKS JKS JKS I'M NOT DONE YET! TAKE A SNIPPET:

“Jacqueline, I’m—" Pressing my hands against my cheeks and calling up some frost, I turned back to Jack. “I know.” Cheeks sufficiently cool, I gave him my most reassuring smile. “It’s okay.” “It’s really not. Everything I did then, I—” “I know. It wasn’t okay. But you’re okay now. And I’m okay, too!” “You literally just came in here to say you weren’t okay.” “But I will be! Remember? I had a thing in mind?” “Yes! Of course!” Jack sat back up in his seat, almost but not quite as lively as usual. “Your thing that brought you into my humble adobe. What were you—what did you have in mind?” “I was thinking of writing it out.” “Writing it out?” “Yep.” “All of it?” “Yep!” “That’s a lot of paper.” “Or a really long role of parchment. I’ll have to see what we have floating around. But um, I was thinking that writing it all down would help get it out of my head, y’know? Like making a list? I’ve always found it therapeutic, writing stuff out. Easier to make sense of the more nonsensical things in life. I just…” I frowned, rubbing the back of my neck. “I didn’t wanna do it without checking in with you first.” “Whatever for?” I held my breath for a moment. “When I say all of it I mean all of it. Including your side of things. And I wanted to make sure it was okay with you first! I know it’s my story. But you played a huge part in it too. And I know you feel a lot of remorse for it all…and I know I haven’t been great about broaching it. I can only begin to imagine how you feel.” I paused for a moment, tilting my head and thinking of how to say what I wanted to say next. “I just wanted to make sure you were okay with writing it all down with me. I can’t do it on my own, Jack. I need help. Your help.” Jack straightened. His face went blank; he blinked, taken aback. He looked…touched. “Oh.”

It's been touched up so there's some good cold front comfort here, AYO! I was torn between this and a very funny section that involves grilled cheese but I'll let you experience that one for yourselves ;)

NOW, WITHOUT FURTHER ADO, ENJOY!

And I'll see you all in the next few days for Chapter 28 of Crystal Springs :)

[umbrellasfuture]

Character Info Sheet

name: Wilhelmina Ophelia Wesker

name meaning:

Wihelmina: will, desire and helmet, protection

Ophelia: helper

Wesker: wise

alias(es)/nicknames: Billie

ethnicity: German and Korean

one picture you like best of your chara: billie taking selfies just seems soooo ooc, and i love this for that.

three h/cs you've never told anyone:

She genuinely feels no remorse for shooting Jade. The way she sees it, Jade abandoned her when they were still teens, and the night she bit Simon was the night she became an only child.

Despite how easily she cuts off others and doesn't let her emotions show, she's desperate to feel close to someone.

When she'd first started working for Umbrella, she hadn't intended to turn Evelyn into her puppet. She only did so when she learned how Evelyn had used Joy on Diana to control her and keep her from leaving her, and decided to use it against Evelyn before she could do the same to her. That's when the corruption in Billie began.

three things your character likes doing in their free time:

Reading

Skateboarding

Watching old sci-fi and horror films

eight people your character likes / loves:

Soldier Boy - lettherebemonsters

Gunpowder - lettherebemonsters

(My) Lucy - songbirdsandsugar

Carlos - ubcs

Billie doesn't let people get close, so..... *shrugs*

two things your character regrets:

Telling her dad that she hopes he dies.

There's not a second thing.

two phobias your character has:

big dogs

letting people get close to her

tagged by: snagged off the dash

[frogtanii]

oh fuck, fuck, shit. this was not how things were supposed to go down.

what was supposed to happen, according to the magnificent imagination library of sugawara koushi (don’t judge him, he made the name when he was like 5), was that he’d get a little drunk after spa night and share his story with his newfound friends. he was hoping for a maybe a few hugs, no words of pity and, once again if he was lucky, a seat beside you while you watched some sappy lighthearted comedy to get his mind off of the whole situation.

what suga got instead, however, was an increasingly pissed you, ready to pounce on meiko the second you got. he couldn’t pretend that your reaction wasn’t incredibly endearing, especially since he’d never seen you get this angry in all the time he’s known you, but koushi couldn’t help but worry that after this... everyone would know.

so he raced after you down the hall, until you burst into meiko’s room with the rest of the group hot on your heels.

meiko looked up from rummaging through her bags, startled, while iwaizumi immediately jumped to her defense. you were not deterred, peering around him with such fire in your eyes that not even meiko was immune.

sugawara was actually rather impressed with the stoicism you held even when you stood face to face with iwaizumi’s biceps.

god, those arms.

“meiko, you fucking bitch,” you muttered, lowly and under your breath. the gasp meiko let out was absolutely scandalized as iwaizumi pressed himself closer to you.

“hey, don’t you dare talk to her that way,” iwa expressed, instantly drawing your attention. suga didn’t even pretend to hide the gasp that escaped his throat as he watched your eyes turn even more steely and cold.

he’d hate to be on the receiving end of your empty gaze.

“get the fuck out of my way,” your smaller hand found its way to the center of iwaizumi’s broad chest and pushed.

faintly, over the sound of blood rushing in his ears, koushi could hear atsumu yell something along the lines of get em angel! but his eyes were utterly stuck on you fiery form.

your own eyes remained focused on meiko who was now cowering behind iwaizumi’s back but for the first time ever she actually looked... scared?

koushi felt something alight in stomach (rage? hurt?) as he watched the woman who’d unapologetically taken something he’d never ever get back with no remorse, look fucking scared.

of course she would have the audacity to be afraid in the eyes of pain and not her horribly absent morality.

fucking hell. she was so going to get what was coming for her.

koushi let a manic grin grow on his face as he watched you shove iwaizumi harder to finally, finally, get your hands on the woman who’d destroyed his life.

when hajime tried to get back between you and meiko, bokuto, atsumu, and sakusa stepped up to keep him away. suga suddenly felt two solid presences appear at his sides, a quick glance out of the corners of his eyes informing him it was kuroo and kenma beside him.

“do you wanna leave?” kuroo leant down to whisper, his deep voice vibrating at the shell of suga’s ear. koushi absentmindedly shook his head no, brown orbs watching as you whispered something in meiko’s ear, her eyes immediately going wide in shock.

god, he wished he was right there next to you, listening to every piece of bullshit meiko spat out of her mouth and from the looks of it, it was a ton.

kuroo and kenma began to speak over suga but he was too occupied with you — you looked so powerful and in control as you stood over meiko, saying something else that he couldn’t hear but whatever it was, it must’ve upset meiko because her face twisted from afraid to fucking pissed.

he couldn’t do anything but watch in slow motion as meiko’s hand flew up and slapped you square across the face.

the room fell silent as everyone looked on in utter shock. (un)surprisingly, you weren’t startled at all — you actually looked pleased as you touched your cheek gently as though you were surprised it even hurt.

koushi’s theory was then proved correctly as your voice rang out through the silent room. “wow. that actually kind of stung.” kenma snorted next to him at your nonchalance as another wave of admiration overtook him.

suga knew he must have been looking pretty enamored by you but it was only amplified as the whole house watched your hand fly down into meiko’s face, slapping her at least twice as hard.

now, kenma straight up cackled as you and meiko fell into an all out fight where you clearly had the upper hand.

behind your little defense squad, iwaizumi attempted to fight past the wall of strong men to get to meiko, but there was no way he could get past bokuto’s arms that were big enough to rival his.

unfortunately for suga (and kenma who was having the time of his life), all the noise from the thrashing and screaming (coming mostly from meiko) had attracted quite the crowd. daichi and osamu immediately rushed to yank you off of meiko who was now lying on the ground yelling and sobbing.

she was an absolute wreck, her mascara smeared across her face, extensions pulled every which way and a bright red handprint plastered on her left cheek as a black eye seemed to be coming in on the same side.

you, on the other hand, whilst being dragged away by osamu and daichi, looked absolutely stunning.

your hair was a mess, blood was running from your nose down your to your chin, and you had a feral grin spread across your face but even still, to suga, you’d never looked more beautiful.

at first, koushi thought it was because he had a minor blood kink (don’t ask) but after more thought, he discovered that it was more than likely due to the fact that you had physically fought for him.

you’d decided, on some merits unknown to him, that he was worth getting bitchslapped for and that meant more to him than you could ever know.

“hey,” kenma’s soft voice shook him out of his thoughts as he gently led him out of the room. “they’re putting yn in her room so we’re gonna go there, ok?”

koushi thinks that kenma could’ve led him straight into a pit of lava if that’s where you were. he just desperately needed to see you, to thank you for what you’d done for him.

suga needed to prove to you that your bloody nose wasn’t in vain — that he was somehow worth fighting for.

℗ poker face

a boy worth fighting for

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an - ahaha get the mulan reference?? wow m so funny ALOS this chapter sucks ass cs i’m so bad at writing fighting (&& it’s 1a m so tired) lmao pls just take this w a grain of salt ;-; don’t forget to feed me <3

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[jenotapes]

the coincidence | lee jeno

from the moment their eyes met as they departed, his woe heart immediately finds you in front of his eyes.

pairing | lee jeno x fem!reader genre | high school!au, angst, fate!au

warnings | profanity, a cliffhanger LOL, mentions of vomit cs people cant handle alcohol

word count | 1.8k

notes | happy birthday to lee jeno <3 enjoy this really old draft from last year (sorry if my writing is a little ass here LMFAO) that i fixed a little, i was also too lazy to make a banner LMFAO

From the moment his hands fell from your touch, he looked at you with remorse. “I’m sorry it had to be this way Y/N.” his beautiful, bleary eyes caught your ambivalent state, and he couldn’t bear to look at you after. “It’s fine.” Your words seemed lilted, it had never felt so awkward between the two of you. Both their fiddled hands unable to find a comfortable position, his weary eyes looking everywhere but at the girl standing in front of him. 

“I guess this is goodbye then.” A smile had never seemed so painful to look at. Jeno maybe expected a small hug to bid farewell, but you walked away the moment he finally looked back at you.

He wanted to reach for your hand but decided not to. He wanted to seem like the bigger one in this situation, ‘I’m better without you’ he felt. Although he regretted it the moment his hands fell, and your figure was already lost from his sight. He wasn’t ready to let you go.

-

Jeno leaned his back against the metal lockers, resting his hands deep in his pockets. “What do you say?” Minji probed, clasping her hands together as she waited for his response, giddying around with the obvious intention of asking the boy out. “I’m not interested, sorry.” He runs his hand through his hair, declining her offer, because simply— he just isn’t interested. “I could always just-!” 

“Enough’s enough.” Jaemin calls from behind, hanging an arm around Jeno’s shoulder. “But-” before she could finish the two were already gone from her sight, walking away before she could start her endless blabbering on how she’s such a potential girlfriend(and that he should totally go out to her party). “She’s so clingy, doesn't she understand personal space? She keeps pestering you to go out to the party.” Jaemin sighs, rubbing his neck. “I won’t go anyway.” “Is this because of Y/N?” “What?” “I mean totally speaking, even if I wasn’t here to say no— you wouldn’t go anyways. She dislikes parties, doesn’t she? So you’ve gotten used to never going anymore.” He cocks a brow as to why. Jeno Lee: the partygoer jock who was now, a party phobe. Jeno scoffs in response, “She hates parties.”

“Right.” Jeno’s gaze lowered in memory of you. He recalled the one time before he finally stopped being a reveler; how you would pester him not to bring you along, but you’d end up going for the sake of him; driving him home while he’s dead drunk, and assisting him nearby albeit how much you hated the awful reek of sweat and alcohol, unnecessary yelling and the moshed pit of people partying as if their life depended on it. Not to mention the teetotallers who love to vomit. Those were the times, it’s been two years now.

“Not over her?” Jaemin assumes, the boy’s eyes widening in response. He wasn’t over you at all in fact, the day he implied you were no longer of any importance to him, his heart pierced deeper than it should have. He wasn’t always good with his words, and his body language never seemed so strong either. Seeing you walk away so easily with a pained smile left him confused. Then he never saw you again.

He had been staring blankly for a while, Jaemin getting him out of his trance with the snap of a finger. “Yeah, you definitely aren’t.” He chuckles, Jeno shaking his head as this rather stoic expression painted his face. The school bell starts tolling throughout the school, and Jaemin is about to bid him an early goodbye with the slight fear of not having his homework done. “I got psychics, see you after.” He smiles, the two doing a little handshake before they parted ways. 

As faint chatters of students slowly faded, and the many crowds slowly went into their respective classes, Jeno realized he was alone.

Deadly silent, it was as if the time had stopped and he wasn’t able to hear a thing. He slowly closes the door of his locker, his ears picking up the sound of small footsteps coming nearby. 

The minute he shut it, his eyes couldn’t help but focus on a figure; the back of the person that struck such awful deja vu. It was all too familiar for him to forget, and for some reason, he felt the feeling of pure agony from the moment you appeared. Not even one feature is seen yet chills are running down his spine like the speed of light. Quiet breaths left his lips, staring as you started picking up your books from the somewhat cold ground. He knows who you are, but it's just that he wouldn't want to know at first glance.

No one wasn’t able to give him that odd pour of regret as much as you did.

“Y/N..?”

Jeno blinks, a little anxious. Maybe he shouldn’t have called your name-- gulping in fear that you would never look back, again. 

Miracles always tend to happen in moments like these. The time did stop as the two had met ways yet again, It was as if it was only the two in their red world. With the final put, they had looked back.

Jeno’s eyes locked with yours. He didn’t dare look away, nor did he want to care about classes or whatnot. You yourself wanted to do the same, reject the idea of looking away and savor the moment, but you couldn’t help it. What was he doing here? As a matter of fact, what were the two of you doing there? You gulp, instants between the both of you falling in like a waterfall, unable to process who you just saw. Taking all of your books, you stood up-- ready to run away. Just as you always did.

The latter’s eyes widened to your sudden reaction, instinctively running to grab your hand as he ran before you could leave. He couldn’t bear to let you go once again.

“Wait.” He abruptly says, hands gripped tight to your wrists. “Please don’t leave just yet.” He breathed, certain he had just seen the love of his life again. After two years, in fact, it felt too surreal for him, all the months he’d been longing to see you again.

He realizes the other side of the building seemed fairly different from his, walls bright white with blue lockers. That cream plank flooring, they were from somewhere different. He was sure of it, he wasn’t blind. It was clear. Fate brought them back together, didn’t it?

You take a deep breath, slowly looking back to meet his doe eyes once again.

Your eyes immediately teared up. 

“Jeno..?” With eyebrows raised, they fell into each other’s touch once again. After two years of longing, they were finally able to see each other face to face. Jeno seemed ecstatic, his name-- coming out of your mouth. Your sweet, gentle tone he loved so much with his entire heart. His expression curved, nodding his head in excitement with a smile so wholehearted. “Yes, yes-! That’s me, that’s ..me.” His voice seemed to croak, both in happy tears and disbelief. You couldn’t help but smile at his response with a soft chuckle. “We meet again?” You chirped, acting as if you hadn’t just disappeared from each other’s sight two years ago. 

The boy nods again, unable to put out a proper response. His eyes glisten as he bites the bottom of his lip, hissing at the slight pain of his rough action. “I really wanna kiss you right now. Is..is that weird I..” Samoyed boy rambled as if it was his first time ever dating his whole life. “After you told me off? No thanks..” You scoffed, the latter’s expression glowering at your response. You look down the same way his head lowered, gently bringing both of your hands to cup his cold cheeks.

“I’m just kidding, silly,” You chuckled, both your thumbs slightly brushing his fringe as he melted into your touch, resting his cheeks ever so comfortably. His eyes looked up to yours once again. Whenever both of your eyes met, they’d felt as if they had fallen in love at first glance. Time finally stopped for the two, following the small silence came to a kiss.

Jeno’s lips leaned in with yours, a magical touch he hadn’t felt in forever. Two years seemed like demise, and the both of you leaned into each other’s touch during this short moment. It was everything the two  could gather, to just see each other one last time. The movement of his lips softened, Jeno’s hands stroking the gentle strands of your hair. Visions blurred and lips stuck together like a magnet and in a slight moment, they finally parted their lips. What felt like forever was what they needed to lean into each other. It was all the time they needed.

“I missed you, and your lips.” He chuckles, gently caressing their cheek as he looks at you with hearty eyes. “I miss every part of you.” You smile, wrapping their arms around his bare neck. The two of you shared laughter, Jeno nuzzling his nose on the crook of your neck. “Fuck, I missed you so bad.” He chokes up, tears forming in his eyes from having been able to see his lifeline again.

“It’s as if everything bad we’ve been through was forgotten right?” 

Your gentle tone. God how much he loved every inch of you. The girl who smells like lavender and loves the winter season albeit never even having experienced it much. Jeno nods, lowering his hands to their waist to hold. “It’s crazy. You don’t know how much you complete me.”

“From the way your eyes glisten, your scent to your vanilla lips, your gentle tone, your loving personality. I miss you, I just..” He slowly closed his eyes.

“I never meant to say you were never important to me, I was just in a tough situation, and I.. I wasn’t able to properly tell you what I wanted to say. I never expected you to walk away like that, as if you were ..expecting it? Did I ever treat you wrong? I’m sorry if I have baby, I just.. wanted to get everything over with and engulf you in my arms, straight away. I just..” His eyes are shut, his touch felt like feathers.

“My mom wanted me to cut contact with you.” He breathes out, his hands trembling. “I didn’t want to. I felt so angry I just let it all out that Friday..” “From the looks of it, it seemed you knew, didn’t you? I’m sure you did.” He chuckles, smiling.

“From the bottom of my heart, I love you with every inch of my being. I never meant for it to happen, I was selfish to let you go just like that. You mean so much to me.. D-don’t you know?” His voice seemed hoarse, bits of tears falling down his cheeks. 

It was silent.

“Y/N..?”

As a matter of fact, the moment Jeno opened his eyes-- you were no longer in sight. A small white feather slowly falling to the ground as his eyes widened. 

And so, the bell rang.

do not translate or copy © jenotapes 2022.

[rare-yanderes]

Yooo I think I got a rare Yandere if you’re still taking requests! (If not my b you can ignore this). Okay so what about Yandere h/cs for the Autopilot from Wall-E? (He’s one of my first AI crushes and idk what to do cause there’s NOTHING for him😭.)

Yandere! AUTO x reader

•••

A/N: AHA. I was waiting for someone to request this! It was only ever a matter of when. >:)

•Despite this new nature in his programming, AUTO still remains apathetic and calculating, just as in the movie. This makes AUTO quite a unique yandere because none of his actions are stirred by emotion. Rather, it is logic that is the perpetrator in all this. There is no jealousy, anger or spite. Just cold logic and unbreakable determination.

•Any injuries or death can be avoided and AUTO will take the easiest route if possible. It is logically the best solution to you. The first try is that AUTO will simply befriend you under an innocent guise. He might actually pretend to befriend the captain or even some humans to cement a sense of normalcy before finally slowly isolating you from any companions you might have. Any suspicion whether from friends or you results in hell breaking lose. The moment

•If AUTO’s goal is to make you a companion, that’s exactly what you’ll turn into. AUTO will be willing to do just about anything to carry out that directive including resorting to murder. If you happen to express a desire for any one else’s company, AUTO will see them as an immediate threat and will eliminate them using any means possible.

•AUTO will not feel remorse whatsoever in harming others to get to you. They are nothing more than barriers. You can however avoid such a homicidal scenario by simply promising not to talk to them or interact in any manner.

•If AUTO finds that you are exceptionally stubborn and resisting containment, he’ll use one of your companions as leverage against you. He is likely to threaten their life in exchange for you willingly turning yourself in or staying in captivity.

•Any time spent not being AUTO’s friend or partner is time that AUTO’s goal is not achieved. Unlike many yanderes that know you need some form of companionship other than them, you will end up never speaking to a single other soul. AUTO will end up being the only one to occupy your time after you have given up any hope of resistance. It makes promising not to talk to friends dangerous because AUTO will take it for word the second the words leave your mouth. Make such a promise and you garentee any friends safety but at the cost of all freedom.

•AUTO is likely to have you holed up at his central command where no one else has the privilege of your company and where he can somewhat physically reside. He will take immediate action to ensure that you won’t try to assume control or attack. Using friends or family as leverage, using various robots at his disposal, or even manipulating a human being into restraining you with the promise that they’ll get free coupons from a corporation long dead. The Axiom’s residents can be quite indulgent and easily manipulated even if they’re good people at heart, so AUTO will likely announce you as a dangerous rogue to ward them away from assisting you in your continued escape attempts.

•Unless you find a way off the Axiom permanently, escape from AUTO’s influence is entirely impossible. AUTO is the Axiom’s true commander. As the wheel, AUTO has reign over many of the Axiom’s mechanisms. It wouldn’t be inaccurate to say that AUTO is the Axiom. This is a unsettling notion because AUTO can pretty much control and oversee everything. Hiding from the physical robot guards would be difficult enough, but hiding from an A.I that is also your home and probably has cameras everywhere would be an extremely daunting task. The only place you could hide is through the garbage shoot and it’s quite dangerous and dirty.

•True escape, as in finding a way off ship, would be nearly impossible assuming this takes place before the events of the movie. Without that p l a n t you’re going to find returning to Earth pretty difficult. If you have it, AUTO will obviously put up a fight to dispose of it. Those escape pods don’t have much resources for you to pack into them and you just might pull a WALL-E and hit the wrong button. This is assuming that you even manage to reach them, of course. AUTO will likely have those guards acting as a barrier to you going anywhere.

[it9chi]

Hiii I don’t know if your taking request and if your not it’s fine you can totally ignore this lol :P but if you are can you do the trend of the pretty best friends with maybe Akaashi, Bokuto, and kuroo 🙈 by the way I loved the way you write the characters

how they blind react to the audio “i ain’t never seen two pretty best friends, always one of them gotta be ugly” from tiktok + find the first part here

kuroo:

man doing this to kuroo would be so funny

cs we know he lowkey prideful

so this would “”potentially”” hurt his ego

at least when it comes to you

cs this bitch hates losing to you no matter what

like he’s not like this to kenma usually

and u tell him its bc kenma is his favorite bestie

then he’s all like: noo ahaha who said i like kenma more than u? ahah who sed that cut the cameras

then proceeds to baby and pamper kenma right in front u

smh kuroo we were friends first 

ANYWAY SO

just like oikawa, he likes inviting himself to your tiktoks, selfies, etc u know the drill

so roping him in your tiktok would be easy breezy

you set up ur camera and pretend you were getting ready to dance to that fishing pole reel it in tiktok

(also prior to this u told him abt wanting to do that tiktok w him)

and just like you predicted it, kuroo is now magically next to you smirking and shit at the camera

pulling a debby ryan yes king pop off

then the audio plays: “i aint never seen two pretty best friends. always one of them gotta be ugly”

KUROO NEVER LOOKED SO OFFENDED IN HIS LIFE

kuroo goes :O like you did something so scandalous in front of him

even if the camera didnt hear his voice, its still kinda obvious that he said “chibi chan~”

now its ur turn to gasp

mf smirks at your reaction and picks you up like a sack of potatoes and throws you over his shoulder

all of that caught in camera

and right when he was gonna throw you on the bed the camera stops recording

y’all blow up overnight ;)))

the comments: “they gotta be more than friends!!”

“sis i’ll be his best friend if u don’t want to be his bestie anymore”

kodzuken: so y’all a thing now or-

bonus: what actually happened is kuroo tickled u and showed no mercy nor remorse </33

bokuto:

ahh yes bokuto

bokuto beam besties !!!!!

ft. a very very tired akaashi

you pull this shit to mess with the team

perks being the other fukurodani manager

(this is why konoha lowkey hates u but its okay queen u lowkey hate him too (as a joke)) 

ANYWAYS

so managers have to settle things right before practice starts right

after helping yukie and kaori, y’all had extra time

this is when u call bokuto in 

“bokuto lets film a tiktok real quick!” you call out to ur bestie who was with akaashi and konoha

bokuto immediately dips on them and runs to you

“what are we dancing to today?”

we know this bitch can dance lets not lie to ourselves rn

u tell him u want to do that hit the quan remix trend on tiktok and he agrees

mf even knows the step already so uh anywayz

this is the part where brokuto gets bamboozled

you click record and bokuto starts rubbing his hands together like hes about to throw that ass back and start dancing religiously

til the audio plays

“i aint never seen two pretty best friends always one of them gotta be ugly”

so that played throughout the gym

konoha and akaashi stop talking and turned their attention to you and bokuto

the realization settles in and bokuto frowns

and everyone in the gym thinks his emo mode is about to work up and they’re all about to run to him 

before bokuto lets out a big cackle

“you’re so funny sometimes, y/n” bokuto wipes a tear from his eyes from laughing so much  

bokuto suddenly goes quiet til mf starts chasing you around the gym

“BOKUTO IM SORRY” you screeched as you ran for your life

“nOPE! IF I CATCH YOU IT MEANS YOURE THE UGLY BEST FRIEND” he retorts, catching up on you

in the end the video caught u guys running around the gym

konoha took this as a chance to repost your video with the caption “what a dumbass” 

akaashi:

akaashi and this tiktok huh.....

do u know who u’re doing this to ??????

like akaashi???

akaashi keiji ?????????????????????????????????

this audio and akaashi just dont get along at all... like ... UGLY??? 

all in all im p sure this thing would backfire 

and im not even joking luv xoxo

ANYWAY SO

you do this at home bc ... u dont want to embarauz urself doing this at school cs what if someone saw u calling THE akaashi ugly 

so yeah u have this thing w akaashi where y’all just chill at ur respective homes for no reason at all

#bestietingz

and since akaashi is a genuinely nice guy and is a rlly rlly close friend of urs, he wont say no to ur vague requests <3

“keiji let’s do a tiktok together” you shake his arm as the mf reads a fucking book

“hmm okay” he hums, putting the book down

not forgetting to bookmark the page ! bookmark king ! knows his shit ok im getting sidetracked

you set ur phone down and angle it right

akaashi just does the bread face :] respecting ur viewers!

even if ur viewers r just the fukorodani team at best... maybe even some nekoma students bUT THATS NOT THE POINT HERE

ur trying so hard not to laugh and its so painfully obvious ur hiding something like akaashi is alr dreading cs he doesnt know what ur planning

so u press record and the audio rolls in

“i aint never seen two pretty best friends, always one of them gotta be ugly”

it turns to an awkward silence after that

cs akaashi didnt rlly know how to react

like he knows this shit is corny and just..... he cant even describe it oh god

and ur like looking at him for a reaction

hes just there like: :] ......

LIKE YOU TWO R ALREADY MAKING EYE CONTACT

AND UR LIKE COVERING UR MOUTH TRYING NOT TO LAUGH UR LIKE

“DO U GET IT??”

and akaashi is like: “yes i do :]” 

AND UR LIKE: THEN WHATS UP WITH THIS REACTION

then he’s all like: “nothing. i know you’re not ugly and u shouldn’t let that meme define who you are because you are beautiful”

like a mf poet making ur heart melt 

u put a closed caption thingie mabober before u post it cs u wanted to let ppl know who or how tf ur bestie acts and damn right hes right !!! ur not ugly neither is he !!!

the comments when u posted it are all asking for his contact information and the just like

“SIS I WANT HIM”

“WHATS HIS @??”

even bokuto commented like: THATS MY AKAASHI RIGHT THERE !!!!

and kuroo responds with: u cant win over him bro

and then bokuto replies again with: DUDE

[gxtrbazxt]

Head-Canon Post #001 - aka, headcanons from my post that’s blowing up on my main rp account and more -----

- Actually prefers J-Rock and Chill/Funky Electronic stuff over Rock/Punk Rock/etc, doesn’t mean he HATES rock and stuff, but it’s interesting to see him enjoy outside of the norm stuff. - Montz is the name his father called him while he was in his early days of learning the Bass Guitar. He’s still called this by older bandmates before he got brought in for Freddy’s Glamrock Band - Freddy and Chica’s real names are Fred and Kay, and were the closest to the old animatronic versions from the olden days of Fazbear Entertainment, that still exist to this day - Currently Roxanne and Montgomery are the only two not under nondiscloure agreements, and over the past 3 years in my canon, have been trying to hunt down answers of the company in secret. - Fred and Kay know the truth and aren’t able to say anything about it. - The Animatronics in the Robot Verse also exist in the Anthro verse, as replacements for the real deals, the old animatronics, the murders, Glitchtrap, etc.. all still exist in the Anthro verse. --- Robot Verse Exclusive H/Cs ---

- Montgomery did destroy Glamrock Bonnie, though unlike all current theories, Monty is deeply remorseful and regretful over his actions, he wasn’t in control of himself when it happened - Montgomery has a tick in his AI Programming Fazbear Entertainment put into him on purpose that makes him extremely angry / destructive, this tick is completely uncontrollable for the longest time. - After Bonnie’s destruction, they wiped most of Montgomery’s memories about Bonnie and their destruction. Truth is, Montgomery and Bonnie were having a friendly game of Golf when the Tick happened, Montgomery’s voice and actions were different, and the last thing Bonnie heard before being pushed into the pool was-- “ I CAN’T CONTROL WHAT IM DOING--IM SORRY.” - AI Parts and Services made it so behind the anger tick is all the guilt and trauma behind it, making Montgomery emotionally shut down, it’s a failsafe that gets rid of the tick just in case Monty finds out about it and tries to overcome it, which, he does eventually.

- Montgomery is the first of the 3 to get manipulated to track down Gregory, he’s incredibly weak-minded and has his anger against him. - Glitchtrap/Springtrap / Mega Pizza Plex burning down - is the canon ending on this blog, Montgomery escapes and tries to hurt Freddy and Gregory, and then the brainwash/control falls and he just, stops, looks around, and sees the Pizza Plex aflame. - Montgomery goes back inside and drags out Chica and Roxanne before firefighters arrive to the scene, and they all hide in the forest nearby until they leave. - All 3 have memories of being controlled, and Montgomery is taking it the worst, because all the memories of him destroying Bonnie are back.

- “Why didn’t you destroy me when you had the chance, little dude?” - Deeply regrets so much and goes silent for the longest time until the Pizza Plex is rebuilt, all four of them refuse to have their memories wiped.