#but uh yeah! that’s been happening today

[babvc-au]

Alrighty Folks! The Time Has Finally Come!

Hopefully this is everything and i didn't miss any panels or doodles for this post, but here is almost everything about BABVC's comic sketches, wips, doodles, refs, and even scripts i never finished, plus more! Doodles and other art stuff will be added to the end of this post. (Due to how many wips i have and such, there will be multiple reblogs happening as i go through this so bare with me.)

So, did you want to know how BaBvc would have went? Here's your answer. (This will contain a mix of the script, old comic wips and context)

Now, well jump to where we left off in the comic with a smol refresher.

Scene 6 Nightmare:

It's dark and bendy is in a black like void. He hears voices.

"Why? You had a chance!" OB growls.

"Who's there!?" Bendy shouts.

"Why did you resist?" OB

"What?"

Bendy's eyes are suddenly covered by cold clawed hands. And he tries to pry them off.

"Why!?" OB

"What are you talking about?! Who are you!" Bendy growls trying to fight them off.

"Don't keep me waiting much longer" we see the claws retract and three tails around Bendy.

"I'm sick of waiting"

The last shot is of Bendy's demon cross eye.

“But, how…?”

He hears a yawn from Boris as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes, “good morning, Bendy”

Boris blinks at Bendy’s hand and the bag, "You better not eat that so early in the morning, Bendy.” Boris scolded, ears pinned back.

“What? No, i wouldn't do that. But...” Bendy says, looking at the can thoughtfully. "Did you get some more after last night…?" He asked the tall wolf. Boris raised a brow at him, confused. 

"What do you mean?" He asked. "That's the same bag from last night when we went to the market right?" He asked. 

"Well yeah but, I lost it, remember?" Bendy said and looked up at his younger brother. Boris stares at him in confusion. "...You did?" He asked. 

Camera focuses on the can in his hand.

Scene 8:

Bendy and Boris enter Berry cafe and take a seat at a booth.

"So you honestly don't remember?" Bendy starts looking across the table to his younger brother.

"I really don't. I only remember us getting the stuff, and then after that, it's all blurry. Like I blacked out or something, and then it was morning." Boris replied. "Are you sure you didn't just imagine you lost it? Maybe it was a dream that you had last night." He points out.

"..." Bendy thinks, "Maybe you're right. I've been having weird dreams, and I guess it's possible." He says tiredly. "Though it really felt like I wasn't dreaming." He mumbled to himself.

Then Melody comes around shortly after and asks them what they would like to order. "Hello, welcome to Berry's Cafe. What would you - oh! It's you two, the usual then?" She smiles and lifts her paper and pen.

Bendy lifts his head and gives a small smile. "Ah, yeah, for me, at least. Boris?" He looks over expectantly for his order.

"Oh! um, what's the special today?"

"New York cheesecake drizzled in strawberries and syrup, it's so good!" she smiles and hugs her notepad dreamily.

Boris perks at that smiling "Guess I know what I'm getting now, (haha) and can I get a hot coco with that, thanks Melody."

"No problem! I'll put your order in right away." She nods and walks away allowing Bendy to see the other residents in the cafe. And surprisingly enough he sees someone familiar. His eyes widened a little, shocked.

(Isn't that-?)

Bendy looks at his right wrist and rubs it lightly.

(So it hadn't been a dream? I should probably thank him.)

Bendy stood, making Boris look at him. "Bendy?"

"I'll be back."

Bendy walks away and heads for the familiar person.

"Uh, Hey." he says. Catching Cupheads attention who opens his eyes. He looks a little confused and shocked to see Bendy for a moment.

"I wanted to say thanks for the other night you really helped me back there." Bendy says looking to the side awkwardly.

Cuphead says nothing for a minute. His shock turns to annoyance.

"Yeah, whatever, watch yourself, you're lucky I found you when I did." Cuphead says with a steady look. "Didn't your mom teach you not to walk around at night by yourself?"

"It's dangerous." He glares, narrowing his eyes.

Bendy furrows his brows at the semi aggressive tone. "Hey, I came to thank you, not get a lecture! And I wasn't by myself."

"..."

"Anyway like I said, thank you, seriously." Bendy frowned.

Cuphead stands up and looks down at Bendy, who looks up at him in return nervously as they stare at each other.

"Here you go sir, your order." Tostie says, giving Cuphead two drinks.

"Thanks," he says.

She walks away.

"There you are, Cuppy!" A new voice sounds in the cafe besides Bendy.

Mugs comes over and stands by his brother's side. Who gives him an exhausted look.

"Here." Cuphead hands him the second drink.

"Oh! Were you in the middle of something?" Mugs looks between Bendy and Cuphead.

Cuphead gives Bendy another glare.

"No. Let's go." He walks off, but Mugs falters and gives Bendy a nervous smile and a wave before he follows.

"Geez, what a jerk." (At least the other guy was nice) Bendy sweats but shrugs it off heading back to Boris.

"Was that someone you knew?"

"Uh, not exactly," Bendy says as he slides back into the booth.

It's silent for a moment before Boris speaks up.

"Bendy, listen, I know you're just as confused as I am, but you haven't told me a single thing about what happened last night, I was really worried about you."

"I know, I promise to tell you when I've made sense of it, ok? Just… give me some time."

Boris sighs, "...Ok"

Bendy looks away and out the window covered in fog with a thoughtful look. It starts to snow a little.

Scene 9

Cuphead glares ahead. (The hell? Did I not wipe his memory correctly? And what's with that weird smell?) He rubs his nose.

Mugman watches him, concerned. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” Cuphead mutters. “I just need to go to the casino… again.”

Mugman frowns. “Huh? Why?”

“I’ll tell you later—unless you wanna come with me.”

Mugman hesitates, then nods. “Mmm… I’ll go with you.” Cuphead glances at him, his expression unreadable. Without another word, he keeps walking.

(Que this scene where they report to The Devil about Bendy being immune to memory wiping)

"Sir, I've come to report something." [Kneeling]

"What is it?"

"There's someone i met that's immune to memory wiping."

"..."

"Is that so..."

(Thus, The Devil orders Cuphead to keep an eye on Bendy and to report back if anything happens.)

Scene 12

Cuphead (bat form) climbs through the crack of the window in the kitchen. He hops to the ground and transforms back into his toon form. He dusts himself off and then looks up. Unexpectedly Bendy was in the doorway and saw everything.

(Que a funny nervous Bendy stares and throws a mug at Cuphead.)

Bendy runs to his couch and starts his spiel.

"What are you doing in my house!? Are you going to kill me!? You're a vampire! Aren't you supposed to stay out of houses unless you're invited!? Or something!?

"Huh?"

"Wait a minute, vampires have other weaknesses! I think I have a few things!"

Bendy runs out of the room, and Cuphead is left in confusion.

"Okay...this is weird." -sigh-

Bendy comes in and out with various "vampire deterrents"

"Garlic!?"

"No"

"A cross!?"

"Nope"

"A stake!?" (It's a twig)

"Na-da"

"Sunlight!?" (Its a flashlight.)

"Did you forget you saw me at the café?"

[youvebeenlivingfictional]

Mrs. R

Notes: You know what anon, great point. This is gonna be a two-parter. Not beta-read.

If you read this and you haven't seen The Pitt....Come on in, the water's fine.

Warnings: Angst; fluff; all that good stuff

Summary: For as amicable as the divorce had been, the two of you had problems. When Michael was stressed, he shut you out from the source of it, determined not to bring it home. But as hard as he tried, the strain and drain of his work hung on him. You'd wanted to be a safe space for him, but as the pressures of his job mounted, he'd never allowed you to be.

"Didn't think you'd be working today."

It's the most you've said beyond your answering the basics. He hasn't said anything beyond asking the routine questions. He'd had the good grace to school his expression when he'd asked about any medications (blood pressure, cholesterol, birth control), and you'd said no to all.

“We’re slammed. All hands on deck.”

“Yeah, I know.” You wince as he takes careful hold of your wrist, lowering himself onto the stool beside your hospital bed and getting a good look at the jagged cut stretching the length of your palm. 

"So you were replacing a lightbulb in the living room?"

"Uh-huh."

"What were you standing on?"

"...A book."

He shoots you a disbelieving look from beneath his lashes.

"...On top of another book."

A further tip of his brows, and you sigh, finally conceding, "On top of a cardboard box."

He looses a soft, almost grudging laugh as he looks back down at your hand.

"Surprised you didn't stand on the coffee table."

"It's rickety."

"But the carboard box-book combo was stable? What happened to the lightbulb?"

"I lost my balance, my grip tightened and uh...The lightbulb didn't like that."

"You hit your head on the way down?"

"No."

"Alright." He fishes into his pocket for a small flashlight, leaning in to get a closer look. You hold still as he diligently examines the wound.

"It broke pretty cleanly, I don't think there are any other bits in there. I was able to piece it back together—not to use, you know. Just to check."

He hums, giving a small nod. "Couple of stitches and then we'll get you on your way."

"Not gonna summon one of the ducklings for the demonstration?" You ask, unable to stand the relative quiet. "Dana says it's their first day."

"Hm? Oh," He shakes his head with a smile. "Far as I could tell, they were all occupied when I headed back here."

“How are they doing?”

“Well, we’ve got a fainter, a nicknamer, a high-fiver—Local anesthesia—little pinch, don’t look,” He warns, and you turn your head, wincing as the needle dips into your palm. “There we go…And uh, a kid who’s wearing a different pair of scrubs every time I see him.” 

“Fashion show?” 

“Unfortunate series of fluids.”

“Yikes.” 

“Mm.” 

You tentatively glance back down, watching him draw the needle through your palm.

“How are you doing besides that?” You press. 

“...You know.” 

But you don’t know. For as amicable as the divorce had been, the two of you had problems. When Michael was stressed, he shut you out from the source of it, determined not to bring it home. But as hard as he tried, the strain and drain of his work hung on him. You'd wanted to be a safe space for him, but as the pressures of his job mounted, he'd never allowed you to be.

You sit in quiet for a few moments, allowing him to zone in on his work as you let yourself just focus on him.

It’s the first time you’ve seen him in months, though not the first time you’ve spoken. You’ve exchanged the odd texts for holidays, birthdays. The last time you’d seen one another had been brief—hauling a box of things from your car to his car. It marked the official end to your divorce, your possessions and daily lives extricated entirely from one another (save for one of his hoodies, which you'd tucked into your closet and sworn up and down that you simply couldn't find).

But that hadn’t stopped the hurt or the ache of your loss. It hadn’t sapped the warmth, the comfort of the memories of your good days together. It hadn’t lessened what you knew about him, what you could tell from a look.  

"You need a haircut." You tease, tipping your head to get a better look at him. You just manage to see the way a smile tugs at his lips. You hesitate to add anything else, to keep him in a good mood, but you just can't help yourself.

"You're not sleeping," You accuse softly. Robby draws in a slow breath as he threads the needle through your skin again. 

"No," He admits. You wait for him to set the needle aside before you reach out, gently combing your fingers through his hair. His shoulders sag, head tipping into your hand as you gently run your nails down to the nape of his neck.

"What's goin' on, Mikey?" You murmur. His chin tips up to meet your eye, and your palm slides around to gently cup his cheek, thumb smoothing across his beard.   

“…You know what today is?” He asks.

“Adamson?”

“Yeah.”

“S’why I didn’t think you’d be in today.”

“So you stood on two books and a cardboard box to change a lightbulb today, just in case you needed to go to the ER so that you wouldn’t see me?”

“No. Purely coincidental. Besides,” You lean a little closer. “I like seeing you.”

Another smile pulls at his lips, brighter and wider than the last, and your stomach flutters with his admission:

“I like seeing you, too.”

“You two sure you’re divorced?”

The sound of Evans’ voice makes the two of you reel away from one another, your hand lifting from his cheek guiltily. She casts a mischievous smile between the two of you before nodding over her shoulder.

“We’ve got incoming—pileup on the I-79.”

“Be right there.”

Evans casts you one more cursory glance and adds, “See me before you leave, Mrs. R,” before turning, tugging the curtain closed behind her. You try to get a good look at Robby after she calls you that, but he’s up and moving before you can.

“Let’s get you bandaged up and on your way,” Robby pats your knee before stepping around the bed. “We’ll need you to come in for a wound check in a couple of days, make sure it’s coming along nicely.”

“…Can’t be a home visit?” You venture, glancing back toward him. You don’t trust yourself to meet his eye; you still can’t believe you asked it. But you haven’t gotten a good enough look at him, and you just want to know what’s going on—really going on.

You’re not sure it’ll work. He didn’t trust you with those feelings when you were his wife—why should he trust you with them now? 

“We need it on the record.”

It’s a diplomatic answer, and you’re certain that it’s all you’ll get. You nod a bit, watching as he neatly wraps the bandage. 

“You’ve still got tylenol extra strength in the house?” He asks. 

“Mhm.” 

“Take that as needed, up to—”

“1500 milligrams a day, I know.” 

“Still gotta say it.” 

“Uh-huh.” 

“There.” 

Robby looks up at you, his hands still wrapped warmly around yours. He draws his lower lip into his mouth, and for a moment, you’re certain that he’s going to say something else—but the curtain is drawn back again.

“Hey Robby, there’s a—Oh. Shit."

You close your eyes, fighting back your own curse before you turn your head, shooting the doctor a tight smile.

“Hey, Frank.” 

“Hey, Mrs. R. Am I interrupting—”

“Nope! I'm all set here. And you guys have incoming, so I should skedaddle.”

Robby lets go of your hand, scooching the stool back as you slide off of the bed, standing. 

“Nice to see you.” 

“Yeah, Frank, you, too.” You pat his shoulder with your good hand before turning to face Robby again. “I’m gonna head out.” 

“Take it easy with the hand. Rest it.”

“I will.”

“I mean it.” 

“Robby—” 

“I know you. You’ll get all cocky with the local anesthetic in your system and you’ll be in agony when it wears off. You drive yourself here?”

“Uber.”

“Good.” 

“Mhm.” You turn to the sandwich cart, eyeing the labels before fishing one out. “I’ll see you around.”

“You’re taking that, really?” 

“It’s for Earl,” You insist, taking a couple more steps back. "Get some rest, Robby."

“Yeah.” 

You let yourself get one last long look at him before you turn away, striding determinedly toward the exit. You just manage to skirt by Evans, taking advantage of the fact that she’s deep in conversation with one of the orderlies. You give the attendants at the front desk a quick wave before you pass down the rows of chairs, holding the sandwich out to Earl. His face splits with a wide grin as he takes it. 

“You’re the best, Mrs. R.”

“Take care’a yourself, Earl.”

“Hey, you, too!” 

-- 

You make it all the way into the parking lot before your phone buzzes with Robby’s message:  I can change that lightbulb when my shift ends

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[ysabelyaps]

Piercing My Heart

⇠✧❀✧⇢

Summary: Se-Mi is your girlfriend and has been begging you to let her pierce you. So for your 2 year anniversary, you decide you’ll finally let her.

Genre: Fluff

Warning: A very sleepy Ysa’s writings

A/N: Guys idek where I’m going with this. Also I hate English, I wish it was my first language bro. Shit would be much easier 💔

⇠✧❀✧⇢

“Happy anniversary my love!!” Is the first noise you hear today, it’s like 7 in the morning on a Saturday. Why is Se-Mi awake at 7 on a Saturday?

“Uh- happy anniversary.. and good morning..” you yawned, it was too early for this. “..why are you up so early..?”

Se-Mi gave you a cheeky grin, one that concerns you as it typically means she’s up to something, but you also love that grin so much. You think it’s adorable.

“Remember how you said I can pierce you today?” shit. You forgot about that. You weren’t going to back out, but why at 7 am? And why is she looking at you like that.

“Yeah..?”

“I’m giving you two options, unless you wanna back out. Another ear piercing, or a belly button piercing. Personally, I think both would look super hot but all up to you. You look pretty now too if you wanna back out”

⇠✧❀✧⇢

For some reason you told Se-Mi you didn’t care and to do what she wanted, was it the sleepiness? Probably. To be completely honest, you were terrified. You got your first ear piercing when you were a baby so you don’t remember it, and you were scared it was going to hurt.

Anyways, she decided to do both, the second ear piercing and a belly button piercing. Would you regret this in the future? Possibly. But anything to make Se-Mi happy.

“Se-Mi if these get infected I swear to god.”

“Yeah yeah I know silly. It wont get infected.” You were holding onto a pillow as you laid on the couch, looking up at her as she prepped her tools or whatever. (Idk what the thingy is)

“Do you know what you’re doing?” She gave you a look. Is that a yes? Finally she was done prepping, “ready?”

“Yeah. Wait- no. Well. No yes. Actually-”

Se-Mi just sat there patiently while she waited for you to figure out what you wanted. She was so patient with you it was so sweet, you loved it so much.

“Okay yes. Is it going to hurt?”

“Just hug the pillow sweetheart.” Se-Mi said as she leaned in towards your ear.

“But what if-“ and you feel a sharp pain in your ear, not that it was too painful but still there. “Ow..”

“You okay?” Se-Mi backed away, looking at you.

“Uh.. yeah. Just hurt a little.”

“If it’s too much I can stop” you shook your head. You promised her she could do this and she was really excited. You trusted her. It would just be a few quick pokes and then you’d be done.

⇠✧❀✧⇢

So, those few pokes resulted in you crying and Se-Mi hugging you. She felt bad even though you insisted it was fine between tears. You just happened to have a very low pain tolerance.

Now you guys were cuddling on the couch with a blanket over the two of you as you were falling asleep again, for a nap. You loved naps. Se-Mi loved watching you nap in the least weirdest way possible.

“Happy anniversary Se-Mi.. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

[1way2mars]

Pazuribe Event Translation - “Eventful journey in Tonpu Market Street! 〜Showdown with Bofurin〜” — Part 2

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☆ Read part 1 here!!

☆ Please give credit in case of use!

☆ I'll do my best to update the second part of the event once it's released on Feb 10th!

☆ I'm not a professional translator and I'm still learning Japanese. That's why some things might not match exactly/could have been better translated/there might be mistakes. This is a great way for me to learn. I put a lot of effort into making the translation as good as they can be!

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☆ If you have any comment, question, correction or suggestion, please let me know! Interactions are appreciated (^^ゞ

OPENING STORY

一方の頃

Meanwhile

ーブロロロ

Vroooom

鶴蝶：イザナ！今日はどこまで行くんだ！？

Kakucho: Izana! How far are we going today!?

鶴蝶：結構遠くまで来ちまったけど…

Kakucho: We’ve come quite far…

黒川 イザナ：黙ってついてこい鶴蝶

Izana: Shut up and follow me Kakucho.

ーチリンチリンチリン

Ka-ling kling klink

鶴蝶：風鈴の音か　スゲェ数だな

Kakucho: Is that the sound of wind chimes? There’s a ton of them.

黒川 イザナ：「東風商店街」…？鶴蝶、ここ来た事あるか？

Izana: “Tonpu Market Street”...? Kakucho, have you ever been here?

鶴蝶：はあ？ここを目指してたんじゃねーのかよ？

Kakucho: Hah? Isn’t this where you were heading for?

黒川 イザナ：あぁ、適当に走ってただけだからな見てまわるぞ鶴蝶

Izana: Aah, I was just randomly driving, so let’s look around Kakucho.

鶴蝶：お、おう

Kakucho: Y-Yes.

・・・

鶴蝶：落書きが多いことを徐けば居たって普通の商店街だな

Kakucho: Apart from the amount of graffiti, it’s just a normal shopping district.

黒川 イザナ：そうだな

Izana: Yeah.

鶴蝶：イザナどうする？帰るか？

Kakucho: What do we do, Izana? Do we go back?

黒川 イザナ：メシも食ったしな

Izana: We had lunch already.

不良１：おいおい、こんなとこに目立つ服着た奴らがいるじゃねぇか

Delinquent 1: Hey hey, if it isn’t a bunch of guys with flashy clothes.

黒川 イザナ：あ？

Izana: Hah?

不良２：これ特攻服ってやつ？ちょっと見せガッッッ

Delinquent 2: Is that a so-called uniform? Let me see it closer, aargh!

黒川 イザナ：勝手に触ってんじゃねぇよ

Izana: Don’t touch me without asking.

鶴蝶：イザナ、コイツら潰していいか？

Kakucho: Izana, is it okay to crush these guys?

黒川 イザナ：徹底的にな

Izana: Thoroughly.

STORY BEFORE THE BOSS

？？？：これは…　店員気を失ってるねぇ杉下君

？？？(Suo): That is… the shop assistant has lost consciousness, Sugishita-kun.

杉下？：…チッ

Sugishita？: …Tch.

？？？：聞いた場所よりも少し向こうにいるみたいだ

？？？(Suo): Looks like they’re a little bit farther away than where I heard. 

杉下？：いくぞ

Sugishita？: Let’s go.

？？？：そうだね

？？？(Suo): Let’s do that.

・・・

ドゴッッッ

Thump

鶴蝶：数だけ多くて大したことなかったな

Kakucho: They were only a few, so it wasn’t really a big deal.

黒川 イザナ：いますぐ消える

Izana: Just leave already.

不良１、２：す、すみませんでした…！！！

Delinquent 2: I-I’m sorry, sir…!!!

？？？：あれ喧嘩は終わってる？

？？？(Suo): Is the fight over?

鶴蝶：あ？誰だオマエ　コイツらの仲間か？

Kakucho: Hah? Who are you? These guys’ mates?

？？？：違うけど…君たちが暴れてくれたおかげで店の前とかめっちゃめっちゃなんだよね

？？？(Suo): That’s not it but… Thanks to your rampage, the front part of the shops are extremely messy.

？？？：（見たことない服…　しかもかなり強そう　うーんどうしようかな）

？？？(Suo): (That’s some clothes I’ve never seen before… And they seem strong. Mhh, what should we do?)

黒川 イザナ：しらねぇよ　コイツらが先���絡んできたんだ

Izana: I don’t care. They were the ones that started it.

？？？：そこらへんの事情も確認したいしちょっとお話し聞かせてくれるかな

？？？(Suo): We would like to verify what happened here, so could you tell us about it? 

黒川 イザナ：テメェに関係ねぇだ…ろっ！！！！

Izana: This has nothing to do with you!!!! 

鶴蝶：（イザナの蹴りが受け止められた…！？）

Kakucho: (He stopped Izana’s kick…!?)

鶴蝶：ハァ…まだ帰れそうにねぇな

Kakucho: Hah… Doesn’t seem like we're going home soon.

杉下？：…

Sugishita？: …

？？？：じゃあ始めようか

？？？(Suo): Then, shall we start?

黒川 イザナ：すぐに死なねぇといいな

Izana: I hope you don’t die instantly.

STORY AFTER THE BOSS

ドゴッッッ

Thump

？？？：おっと

？？？(Suo): Uh-oh.

杉下？：…！！

Sugishita？: …!!

黒川 イザナ：避けるだけで全然反撃してこねぇじゃねぇか？テメェらその程度か？

Izana: Are you just going to avoid and not fight back? Can you only do that?

鶴蝶：大したことねぇな

Kakucho: It’s no big deal.

？？？：杉下君　これはオレたちだけじゃ対処は難しそうだ

？？？(Suo): Sugishita-kun. It’s gonna be difficult to deal with this just on our own.

？？？：連絡取る余裕もないし少しずつ風鈴に近づくように引きつけながら戦おう

？？？(Suo): We can’t afford getting in touch with them, so we’ll have to pull them closer to Furin while we fight.

杉下？：…チッ

Sugishita？: …Tch.

黒川 イザナ：作戦会議は終わったか？

Izana: Is your strategy meeting over?

？？？：待ってくれてありがとう　君たちかなり強いね

？？？(Suo): Thank you for waiting. You are rather strong.

蘇枋 隼飛：オレは風鈴高校1年蘇枋隼飛　こっちは杉下京太郎君ね

Suo:  I’m a first year student at Furin High School, Suo Hayato. That’s Sugishita Kyotaro.  

鶴蝶：オレは横浜天竺四天王　鶴蝶だ

Kakucho: I’m head of the Four Heavenly Kings of Tenjiku, Kakucho.

黒川 イザナ：横浜天竺総長　黒川イザナ

Izana: Tenjiku’s boss. Kurokawa Izana.

蘇枋 隼飛：そうよろしくね

Suo: Nice to meet you.

黒川 イザナ：誰がよろしくなんてするかよぅ！！

Izana: Who on earth are you greeting!!

蘇枋 隼飛：あっぶないなぁ

Suo: That was close.

黒川 イザナ：（コイツ受け流すのが手慣れてやがる武術かなんかやってんな）

Izana: (This guy is so fucking used to dodging I wonder if he does martial arts).

黒川 イザナ：（鶴蝶が相手にしてるヤツはスピードもパワーもある���イプ）

Izana: (The guy Kakucho has to deal with is the type that has speed and power).

黒川 イザナ：まぁ、オレも鶴蝶も負ける相手じゃねぇな

Izana: Well, neither me or kakucho are gonna lose against you.

STORY AFTER DEFEATING BOSS LVL. 2

蘇枋 隼飛：なかなかやるね

Suo: You’re quite impressive.

STORY AFTER DEFEATING BOSS LVL. 5

蘇枋 隼飛：おっと、ちょっと危なかったかな

Suo: Oops, that was close.

STORY AFTER DEFEATING BOSS LVL. 10

蘇枋 隼飛：これが君たちの本気ってことか

Suo: So this is you guys giving your best.

[howi99]

Circus Light chapter 8

Doll: *waking up, seeing her friend packing up* Shine..?

Jaune: *looking at his friend with apologetic eyes* Sorry to have woke you up.

Doll: *rubbing out the sleep from her eyes* Shine, it's the middle of the night. What are- *sees the medical bag then sigh* you're going to heal people again.

Jaune: *looking bashfully to be side* I can't help it...

Doll: *frown* Shine, if you get kidnapped i swear to god-

Jaune: I-i'll be cautious! I'm just going to help at the sanitarium-

Doll: *panicked voice* THE SANATORIUM!?

Jaune: *nod* Yeah. The Typhoid epidemic is really bad and they are overwhelmed, from what i've heard some of the guests say.

Doll: ... *Sigh* Shine, i know you want to become a doctor but-

Jaune: *smiling* I'll be fine. Even if i get sick, i actually have something to heal me.

Doll: *skeptic* I doubt your aura- *sees Jaune taking out a bottle of medication* ... What's that?

Jaune: *grinning* Penicillin. I know it hasn't been discovered by anyone yet and i honestly don't know how it was made, but that can get rid of bacteria. That should be good enough for me and the medical staff if the worst came to happen.

_ _ _

Joker: *surprised* Uh... So that's why Shine wasn't here yesterday.

Doll: *Sigh, sitting on one of the boxes* He said he should be back before saturday. *Groan* I just hope he won't get noticed...

_ 3 days later _

Nurse: *looking as yet another terminally ill patient leaves the hospital in better shape than even herself* It's the 20th today. What even is going on?

Hospital worker: *shrug* No idea, all i know is that they all say a light saved them or something.

Nurse: *scratching her head* That's weird... They are all from the same floor too. *Turn to Jaune* Did you see anything out of the ordinary during night shift?

Jaune: *yawning, low on aura* Nothing much, except the occasional rats.

Hospital worker: Divine intervention or just weird happenings, i don't really care as long as they leave outside of body bags.

[bvrnesher]

𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐖𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐌𝚰𝐋𝐊

cw: none.

��୨ৎㅤ🌙ㅤ˳ 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒕 ! 𝒄𝒉𝒃. 𝒋𝒂𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒆 ¡ 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒄𝒓𝒖𝒔𝒉. 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕.

﹙𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒎𝒚 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒖𝒂𝒈𝒆! ﹚ꪆ

𝗜𝗧 𝗪𝗔𝗦𝗡’𝗧 𝗦𝗢𝗠𝗘𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗝𝗔𝗦𝗢𝗡 𝗛𝗔𝗗 planned; it just kind of happened.

You and Jason weren’t exactly close. You’d see each other around camp occasionally, but you never really interacted, at least not the way you’d wanted to.

Sometimes, though, he’d catch himself glancing your way, finding you at the archery range or just watching you with a small smile whenever he noticed your hair catching the summer sunlight.

Could you blame him? You were probably the most beautiful girl he’d ever seen, and he knew his share of pretty girls. But you... He wasn’t sure if it was just your looks or the fact that you always gave him a smile every time your eyes met. That smile? It could light up the whole damn Olympian world.

It didn’t take long for him to notice that every morning, without fail, you sat at the pavilion for breakfast with your half-siblings. And every morning, you had a carton of strawberry milk in hand, no matter what you were eating.

Jason knew today was one of those days when you helped out in the infirmary. The days when you usually skipped breakfast, staying busy taking care of the campers who were hurt.

He didn’t think much of it, just figured it would be a nice gesture—something that might cheer you up a bit. After breakfast, he grabbed an extra carton of that strawberry milk. Not much, but enough to break the ice.

With the carton in hand, he made his way to the infirmary, where he knew he’d find you. Not like he’d memorized your schedule or anything—he did.

When he reached the infirmary, he peeked inside and saw you organizing bandages. A smile tugged at the corner of his lips.

"Hey, you're busy?" he greeted gently, lowering his gaze to meet yours. "I noticed you’ve been working hard in here, so... I don’t know, thought you might like a little break." He smiled, charming but a bit shy, scratching the back of his neck.

When you heard him speak, you glanced around, half-expecting him to be talking to someone else. Maybe he’d made a mistake? But no, it was just the two of you in the infirmary.

It took a second for your brain to catch up. Oh. Oh, he’s actually talking to me. Well, that wasn’t something you expected today.

"Oh—no, no!" You waved your hands frantically, shaking your head maybe a little too fast.

Embarrassment flooded you as you felt your cheeks heat up. You gave him an awkward smile.

"I mean, yeah, I’d love a break."

Perfect. That’ll scare him off.

Jason’s smile widened slightly at your reaction, and for a moment, he completely forgot why he was even here. He just kind of stood there, staring at you like an idiot—until he realized you were looking at him expectantly, waiting for him to say something.

A faint blush dusted his cheeks. He cleared his throat, flashing you a shy but undeniably charming smile. Gods, was this man even real?

"Oh, good," he said, then hesitated, like he was trying to figure out what to say next.

You stood there, unsure how to respond to that incredibly deep, meaningful statement. Your gaze flickered over him, taking him in from head to toe—something he definitely noticed, because he straightened up slightly, looking a little uncomfortable (or more like flustered) under your scrutiny.

Your eyes landed on the carton of milk in his hand—strawberry milk. Your favorite. You raised an eyebrow. Jason Grace didn’t exactly seem like the type to drink strawberry milk.

"Oh, you like that?" You asked with a small smile, latching onto the first topic of conversation that came to mind.

He blinked at you, clearly confused.

"The milk," you clarified, nodding toward the carton in his hand.

Jason mentally cursed himself. He’d completely forgotten to give it to you.

"Oh—uh, not really," he admitted.

You frowned slightly, tilting your head. He quickly clarified, "I mean, it’s good, but it’s not for me." He extended the milk toward you.

Your eyes dropped to the milk carton on his outstretched hand, surprised by the unexpected gesture.

"Oh, thanks," you said, taking the small carton with a soft smile. "It’s my favorite. That’s really sweet of you."

You flashed him a smile. A smile so bright that Jason almost swore his knees almost gave out.

"Huh. Yeah. No problem," he said quickly, trying to brush it off. "It’s nothing, really. I just… noticed you liked it, so I figured you might want one."

"Oh, no. It is something, Grace," you interrupted, "I mean, it’s thoughtful. Not a lot of people would even notice something like that. So, thanks."

Jason smiled, shoving his hands into his pockets. A short silence settled between you before he finally spoke again.

"Need any help here? Looks like you’ve got a lot on your plate."

You nodded.

"Yeah, an extra pair of hands would be nice. Thanks, again."

You shot him a grin and went to open your milk—except, for some reason, you just couldn’t get the stupid thing open. You muttered a curse in Ancient Greek under your breath, still struggling, silently praying you didn’t make a fool of yourself in front of Jupiter’s golden boy.

"Let me," Jason said, taking the milk from your hands before you could protest. Your fingers brushed, and a small jolt of electricity sparked between you.

You had to pray to all the gods not to start blushing like an idiot.

"Here," he repeated, handing you the now-opened carton.

You took the carton.

"Gods, at this rate, the only word I'm gonna say while I'm with you is 'thanks.' And, thanks," you joked, managing to pull a laugh out of him.

"And is that a bad thing?" He tilted his head, looking a little more relaxed now.

You shook your head. "Not at all. Actually, it's sweet. You're sweet." The last part slipped out before you could process what it meant.

He blushed, but you were almost as red as the strawberries you loved so much. Was this a competition to see who could get a deeper shade of red than Superman’s underwear?

He caught sight of your reaction to your own words and tried to stifle a laugh.

"Don’t worry. A slip of the tongue happens to everyone," he said gently. You didn’t need to look at him to know he was smiling.

"Yeah, sure. But I’m not taking it back. Honestly, calling you 'sweet' doesn’t even come close," you admitted, flashing him a smile.

He just stared at you, lost for words, until his brain finally caught up, and then he smiled at you, even more charming than before, a faint blush coloring his cheeks.

"Huh, you too," he said, quickly clearing his throat. "I mean, you’re pretty. I mean, sweet... I— Gorgeous," he admitted.

You might have died right then and there, but you would’ve died happy knowing that Jason Grace called you gorgeous. No doubt about it.

"Are you busy tonight?" he asked, finally.

"Nope. I’m free as soon as I finish here." You took a sip of your drink, courtesy of Jason.

ꪆৎ. 1,181 words.

Heyy! This is my first post here. English isn't my native language, so any corrections or advice are welcome.

[beef-brisket]

Adam shivered and wrapped his arms around Lucifer's waist: O-Oh, yeah? What did you have in mind~?

Lucifer: I have a few ideas~.

-

The walk back to town was excruciating, Adam had no idea what Lucifer wanted to do, but the way he kept glancing at him made his mouth water.

Once they got out of the forest, and back to Baby, Lucifer gave Adam his gun to put away.

Adam: Wait- where are you going?

Lucifer smirked: I'm making a call~.

Adam rolled his eyes, secretive bastard.

Shutting Baby's boot, Adam made sure to be extra careful. He didn't want to be yelled at again.

Putting his phone in his pocket, Lucifer smiled and walked over to Adam: Right, ready to go?

Adam: Uh, yeah... what's up with you? You've been weird since the whole... pink eye thing... did that fucker do something to you?!

Lucifer laughed: No! I've been planning this, I just couldn't find the right time... just hop in. We've got to get back to the hotel and get cleaned up.

Adam: Cleaned up? We didn't get that much blood on us.

Lucifer: Adam... don't ruin this for me. Get in.

Adam sighed and hopped in, and soon started heading back to town.

-

Stepping out of the shower, Adam eyed Lucifer: Is that a suit?

Lucifer: That it is, my good man. Now, have a seat.

Adam sat on the bed, the fuck was happening?

Adam: ...Are you smoking something?

Rolling his eyes, Lucifer stood in between Adam's legs and cupped his face.

Lucifer: Addy. Today is a very special day~. Especially for those in love~.

Adam: I see... he did do something to you, didn't he?

Lucifer: No! This is all me, Adam! I'm trying to... you know, be romantic!

Adam: Oh! Sorry, babe. Keep going~.

Lucifer: ...Thank you... now, I have a special evening planned for us, love~. I've booked us a table at the bar we went to-.

Adam gasped: Burgers?! WITH my baby?! Lu, that's the best news I've ever gotten!

Lucifer laughed as Adam wrapped his arms around him and pulled him close.

Lucifer: I want to celebrate us. And you. And how far you've come.

Adam: Oh, Lu, you edge me long enough, and I'll cum even further~.

Lucifer sighed: Way to ruin the moment, Ad.

Adam pulled away, laughing: Sorry, love. I appreciate it, really... I can't wait to spend the evening with my handsome, monster killer~.

My Godly Valentine

God!Adam Au Valentine's Day Special

@beef-brisket (Takes place after they get to Canada)

-

Lucifer smiled as he took in the view of the rocky mountains, they have been in their cabin for roughly a week now and everything seemed to be going well. He sipped his coffee and let the cool crisp air pass over him, his red and black flannel was keeping him warm but barely.

Adam was still sleeping inside, the poor guy deserved the rest after everything they have been through.

The date was February 8th, Valentine's Day was nearly a week away and Lucifer wanted to do something nice for Adam. This will be their first one together so it should be special.

Would a candle light dinner with flowers and chocolates be too cliche? Probably. Either way he knows Adam, the lust demon that lives in his DNA will want Lucifer to rail him until he can't walk or remember his name.

But romance first, gotta work up to it and make the day special.

However, with the way things are going they are likely going to be hunting something. There have been reports and whispers of a beast that rips the hearts out of its victims and the hearts are never found.

Could be something or could be nothing. But Lucifer, being who he is can't let it go.

What's more romantic than stopping a heart ripper on Valentine's Day?

Lucifer sighed: Probably literally anything else.

But it was their job, save people first woo his godly boyfriend next.

[trannydean]

(the dude in the oic you reblogged is Riger Federer, a famous tennis player but more importantly) HAPPY BIRTHDAY!! 🥳Hope you have a great day!! 🧁☺️✨

Ah that makes sense why idk who that is, idk shit abt sports 😭😭

And thank you!!!! It’s been pretty good so far 🥰

[meamiki]

mira !!! :]

[seventh-district]

not even gonna tag this properly bc i don't wanna get Involved but i do have some Thoughts i need to get out into the void so here we go

(aaa quick edit: CW for mention/discussion of Boothill leaks)

[mad-hunts]

one thing about barton is that he (unfortunately) has the most dead-eyed stare half the time, even when he's describing something extremely traumatic that happened to him, so people may not know whether it's due to the fact that he just doesn't feel like he has ' life ' in him or if this is because he was really messed up by the trauma (it's both. it's both in most cases)

[daincrediblegg]

Nothing wrong with me

[indiegame]

im not ready for work drama all week. again.

[blizzardfluffykpop]

I am currently trying to get my mind to transition from the fact that I saw the boyz & was in nyc- to focus on the fact that I need to get everything together to see changkyun in chicago- (it's kind of funny i have nothing organized for him- even tho i bought his tickets first...). like ik what I gotta do but i don't wanna do any of it... (i will eventually *soon* but i just need to complain about it first)

[hoodieimp]

GUESS WHO'S GOT A NEW PHONE FOLKS

[wellhalesbells]

Finally confirmed that I am allergic to the sun; I cannot think of anything more on brand for me.