#cuz if I cracked the protector

[forbidden-interlude]

I either just cracked my phone screen or my phone protector and I can’t find out until after my long ass flight

[screensandtangledwires]

my phone..... u have no idea how much ive apologized to him every time i drop him by accident :,)

[coffeeflavored-tears]

i love having ideas the brain is flowing

[godtears]

I'm glad I got to spend time with my little family and get some fresh air and eat something more substantial than usual. But I can't shake this feeling of just... Profound sadness.

[yestrnight]

how much do I have to pay for svarog sex 😊

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ DILF ROBOT FUCKERZ !

FROM: svarog / afab! reader

SUBJECT: the underground of belobog is a cruel, dark place where it's a competition of the fittest. sweet, little clara is lucky to have svarog as her guardian, but you're even luckier to be able to... heh, get to know him ;)

MESSAGE: nothing to pay but ur dignity babygurl 🥴

( uh me and my doujinshi writing ass at it again; reader is a SL— /svarog counterattack/; overstimulation; robot fucking… duh; svarog is treated as an oversized vibrator cuz that is what he is!!! )

you're not exactly sure when clara pulled you into her little family dynamic with svarog— the svarog, leader of the vagrants, protector of the underworld, and for the longest time, the barrier between upper and lower belobog. sure, you liked telling her the children's stories you've read from natasha's bookshelves, and accompanying her around as her personal bodyguard while she looked through scraps to find supplies for the vagrants.

but you feel like, even as clara tugs you by the sleeve, that stepping foot into the svarog's lair is a biiit too much.

your cold sweat and pale face as the large, rickety gates swing open for clara (and you) says all that needed to be said. your stiff body follows clara as she pulls you inside. "um, clara…" you start, your shaky voice betraying any kind of macho you try to summon. "i don't think this is a good idea… i'm from wildfire, you know? svarog and our relationship is a bit… y'know."

clara's a smart kid. of course she knows. but she looks up at you, as innocent and hopeful as she can be, and pleads with you. "it's okay!" she says. "i've told mr. svarog all about you before! in fact, he's the one who told me to invite you, just so he can properly thank you!"

"h-he did?!" is all you could yelp before she and her traffic light perkins whisked you away to their home.

a few moments later, you're face to face with the big bad robot himself, his lone red eye peering down at you seven foot above. you gulp, clenching onto clara's soft hand for support. "h-hello, sir svarog…" your voice cracks. "nice to meet you…?"

"my data says that meetings between parents and their children's educators are common between human life forms," his deep and rusty voicebank echoes throughout the room. "a parent-teacher conference, they call it."

you shrink further into your uniform. "um… i'm not really her teacher…" your voice is so small even you yourself can barely hear it.

"that is obvious," he states. "according to your data, you lack the qualifications for being a professional educator. nevertheless, you've taught clara a great many things. she is… happy, whenever she talks about you. i hope you continue to spend time with her."

"i told you!" clara leaps up with joy and clings to your arm. her smile is so great that it gives you a literal heartache as it squeezes from how cute she is. "mr. svarog likes you!"

you swear svarog's eye glints, and you double swear his gaze is directed at the red bandanna wrapped around your arm. you'd give him the staredown too, if you were brave enough, that is. after all, what kind of robot needed pants anyway?

that robot needed pants because he needed to hide the luggage he was packing underneath. because if he had that out in the open, you swear any of your cowardice would have evaporated and you'd climb that big hunk of metal like a tree just to get that branch inside of you.

AHEM! what you meant to say was… oh, whatever, no use saving the very little dignity you have left. 

the first time you drool over him is when he protects you from the cold. it was a wildfire expedition gone wrong and you underestimated a rogue robot, and the vagrant camp was so unfriendly without clara around. frostbite made you delirious, so any sort of fear vanished when you yelled through the rusty gates for some sort of savior.

only when the world begins to go dark do you feel a giant metal hand cup your back, and your feet swing in the air. when you finally come to, it's by the crackling fireplace. the world is still blurry when you sit up and see svarog’s hulking body looming over you. in other circumstances, you might have run away as soon as you can, but the near frostbite has made you delirious, and… well, svarog’s looking too sexy for a piece of scrap metal.

“ngh, ah ♡~” svarog’s one metal hand is large enough to encompass your whole lower body. he cups it as gently as a warforged robot can, and he bullies your throbbing clit with his finger while you’re left shaking under him. his red eye glints as he observes your expressions– drooling and eyes rolled back, a happy grin on your face as you rub back against his finger. “m– more~ more please!” his cupped hand bounces you up and down, and you squeal in delight as it heightens the stimulations even further. 

“y– you can vibrate, right?” you gasp when svarog rubs your clit juuust right, and you pleadingly look up at him with tears in your eyes. “th– that makes sense… robots all– ngh! r-right there, please– vibrate, don’t they? jus’ comes with the machines ‘n all that, hehe~”

you’re quite the talkative one, aren’t you? svarog isn’t exactly used to this, given that all the architects and elites he served in the past were so quiet and distant while they used him. “what exactly are you insinuating, [your name]?”

“oh, come on!” you pout frustratedly. “v-vibrate for me, will ya? i need more! this isn’t cutting it for me anymore– a-aaH ♡ yes yesyesyesyesyes! right there, oh my gosh, right there!!”

his data tells him that you’re at the height of ecstasy as he watches you arch your back and kick your feet. your fucked out laughs as you continue to beg for more is the sign that tells him that he’s doing a good job, and putting one and one together, he increases the vibration setting and you devolve into orgasmic screams.

“ah ♡ ah ♡! ahhh ♡♡ wh-what the fuck, svaroggg!!! ♡” the vibration on your poor, swollen clit is too much as he continues to rock you up and down while pressing the vibrating finger down. “i– i never told you to– ahh ♡– increase ittttt!”

“is this not necessary?” svarog questions. he’s so used to cold and unflinching ‘clients’ that he’s not exactly sure what to do with a human as expressive and loud as you. “records tell me that further simulation will bring you to what humans call an ‘orgasm.’”

“i’m, nggh, i’ve already orgasmed, you idiot!” you sob as you flail your legs, squirming and kicking as if that will loosen his grasp on you. “oh, ooooh~ t-too much!”

ah. so this is an orgasm. while this does not fit the algorithmic standards for the measurement of beauty, svarog surmises that this is ‘beautiful’ to him. it’s his reward for a job well-done, as all worthy leaders give to their soldiers. “apologies, [your name], but i fear that my past experiences have not given me sufficient data on what constitutes an ‘orgasm.’ clara adores you very much, and i do not wish to strain you at the expense of her anxiety. so, if you would allow it—”

something pushes at the tip of your hole, and you widen your eyes when you look and discover that he’s slowly bullying his way into you. you grip his metal arms for safety and stare at him with wide eyes.

“if all goes according to plan, you should have nothing to worry about.” you don’t know how to feel comforted when he says it in that apathetic-sounding (yet super hot) voice of his. “human orifices can be trained to take in objects larger than them– i should have you sitting on my… cock, as they call it, at the end of the day.”

[acidichcl]

I drew smth based on my notes about my silly lil au cuz i wanted to practice drawing backgrounds. Not sure if i like how it turned out but oh well

Below is the notes i wrote if ur interested. It's about how my turtle island au starts

(During the evil league of mutants episode) As the brothers go on a rooftop after getting grounded and having their weapons confiscated by splinter, an illuminated alleyway nearby caught their eye. Wondering what it is, they check it out without expecting anything significant. They see what appears to be a small mutant turtle laying unconcious in front of a portal they have never seen before.

Raph was hestitant and worried if they should approach, but leo, mikey, and donnie insisted they take this mystery turtle in. Donnie was more interested in learning about the portal, while leo and mikey was more intrigued about their new friend.

Back in the lair, the turtle wakes up and was a bit uneasy when realizing she's somewhere unfamiliar. Mikey, alongside leo, came to her assistance and asked if she was ok. She stayed silent and her eyes looked all around. Mikey and leo took it as a sign shes not comfortable yet and gave her some space. They thought that maybe a snack would help her out, so they went to the kitchen and had their eyes on a slice of cake. It was raph's. He barges in and insisted that it's his, but started feeling guilty once leo mentioned about giving it to their guest. So he reluctantly agrees.

Full of questions, raph goes to donnie, who's on his gadgets, and asked what he found. Donnie theorizes it might lead to another world, or something.

Suddenly, his devices alert an unusual energy signal was detected. Donnie looked into one of his many cctvs and sees the same portal from earlier, and 3 figures nearby who seems to be mutant turtles as well. Connecting the dots, the brothers head out and brings their guest along. As the brothers and the figures encounter eachother, the little turtle runs up to the figures and gets picked up by one of them. Mikey, in awe, asked who they are. They then reveal themselves to be teenage mutant turtles from an island in another realm. In their reality, they take on the role of being protectors of their people. They introduce themselves as Scooter, Hoops, Zen, and their youngest - Harper - who the brothers have already met.

The sisters then start to apologize for the trouble their baby sister may have caused and started explaining about there being a device that have been damaged, opening up portals and allowing otherwordly creatures, that have been trapped in another realm, to cause havoc. Harper’s displacement was a quick decision to prioritize getting her out of the area. Intrigued by this device and the existence of mutant turtles just like him and his brothers, donnie offers to help fix it and the sisters happily accepts. At first, raph was hestitant about leaving without telling splinter. But the lingering resentment and unresolved feelings about their dad's flaws causes him to ignore the hestitation. Raph glances at his brothers, seeing their determination to explore this new world and their shared frustration with splinter, he decides to go along.

They go through the portal behind them and before they know it, they are now on their new friends' island. However, for some reason the island doesnt seem like its in any danger anymore. Before they left, there were cracks everywhere. Shadowy figures going through the cracks, big and small. But now it's as if all those things never happened.

Confused, the sisters now isnt very sure if the brothers' help would be needed at this point. But the guys seems so eager to explore, so they let them stay for a bit and check on the device anyway.

The first destination the sisters brought the guys to was their humble home. After a while, the guys decide to have a look around the island. But Zen has to be somewhere to take care of something, and Harper fell asleep. so Mikey stays at the sisters' place to look after Harper while the rest go out for a walk.

I love them so much lol. I hope u guys will like them too as i show more of them. ..Eventually ◑.◑;

[were-wolverine]

percy jackson ep3 live reaction

yesss the attic it looks perfect

the voice crack on “hi” i’m cackling

“oh geez” HES SO PERCY

annabeth immediately i love him.

percy’s gf requirements: has to be willing to push him down a flight of stairs without hesitation

let percy understand the horses PLEASE

“i chose you” i thought it was gonna be like ‘because you’re my best friend’ but nah he is just suspicious of grover dang. “i trust you” DAMN HE REALLY LYING HUH. poor grover totally believes him too. good thing he earns his trust back eventually and remains his best friend forever

“i’m gonna pack the best snacks” HE IS THE BEST KIND OF FRIEND

why tf are there lobster traps in the cabin. WHERE IS HIS BED???

“i think they’re canadian maybe? or from chuck e. cheese i dunno” he’s literally my favorite person ever

“these are… interesting”

thalia’s tree :(

when do they tell percy that grover was thalias protector 🤔

“the most powerful being in the universe’s best idea to save his daughter’s life… was to turn her into a tree?” YEAH FR GET HIS ASS PERCY

bro really does not know how to read the room 💀 “she met a pinecone’s fate” dude she is talking about her dead friend/sister-figure. grover’s literally like “wtf man”

how tf did they get a taxi from long island to the city bro

“i’m sorry to hear that” UR THE BEST ANNABETH

why is grover singing… THEATRE KID ENERGY

“our voting system’s broken” hgjfhdhd

BIG OOF ????

the autism makes decisions so hard very real

NOT THE TOSTITOS /j

“they smell fear” “that’s bees” EXCUSE ME? BEES WHAT NOW??

damn dodds that’s brutal

“perhaps the most formidable demigod child alive” i adore how they make 12 y/o annabeth so fucking powerful. like i really really love that they do that cuz ppl always talk about how powerful percy is but not how powerful annabeth is

defeated by shitty evacuation skills smh

…we’re lost in the woods, somewhere in new jersey

“i didn’t even know they had forests in new jersey” king. what.

ahhh i wish they just made them 13 i really cannot see them as 12 year olds

ope it is revealed. GROVER STOP TRYING TO REDIRECT THE CONVERSATION ITS NOT WORKING

annabeth IMMEDIATELY knows it’s medusa lol

thinking abt how sally used medusa’s story to teach lil percy that appearances aren’t everything and “not everything that looks like a monster is a monster”. very interested to see what they do with her in this version of pjo

“and i definitely trust my mom” percy is such a momma’s boy i love it

i hope they don’t make her evil pls pls pls. SHES NOT EVIL SHES AN SA VICTIM. “a survivor” :(

“the gift the gods gave me is i cannot be bullied anymore” yes 🙌

girl really said “it’s not a gift it’s a curse” as if she was there 💀 ilysm but clearly the story you’ve heard isn’t what really happened

“so did i” :( she was a worshipper of athena

“i wasn’t like you, i was you”

ANNABETH “that isn’t what happened” GIRL YOU WERENT THERREEEEE

you tell them medusa !! her and percy get matching “i hate poseidon” shirts

team #trust issues

oop. yeah fuck poseidon.

okay yeah i really like this characterization of her. like a good person with a skewed moral compass. or at least good intentions but not great actions

leetle snakes hiss hiss

annabeth watching percy defeat alecto… she literally has heart eyes hehe

THEY BETTER SHIP HER HEAD TO OLYMPUS I SWEAR

you tell them grover!!!!!!

oh he really did choose grover because he trusted him aw :,)

YES SHIP THE HEAD

“i am impertinent” ily

the song 💀 this is why they are besties

LIN MANUEL MIRANDA? *lip bite*

[blossomwritesthings]

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pairing: minho x felix (minlix)

genre: dancer!minho/artist!felix. brothers best friend troupe. college au. age gap (abt 4 years). minho pov. extremely dark themes throughout, including smut - MDNI, 18+ only.

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a/n: ALRIGHT YA'LL!!!! 🗣️🗣️ WE'RE FINALLY GETTING TO SOME GOOD, JUICY PARTS!!! 🥴 enjoy this chapter cuz we're about to be in for another few wild rides before the end!! 😍☝🏼Hope ya'll are enjoying this series, as it's been a real joy for me to write. I haven't worked on it in a hot minute - since I started the new fall semester in uni. But I have a few more big plans for the remaining chapters and im excited to work on them~ 💗

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  Minho didn’t know how long he slept for. All he knew was that it was fitful and restless. And by the time he woke up, the sun was rising high in the sky, beating down on him through the nearby window across from his bed. His sheets were a mess across his mattress, his hair equally distressed as he made to slide out of bed and search for his phone in the living room. 

  The screen protector was slightly cracked as he held the device up - probably from throwing it across the hardwood floor the night before. The screen lit up with about ten different text strings, all from his friends. He chose to ignore the rest of the long message Jeongin had sent, opting instead to find any updates on Felix. 

  The bulk of the messages were from the group chat he was a part of, which consisted of Chris, Hyunjin, and Changbin. 

Today - 05:40

Chris 

Felix is awake and talking. The doctor gave him some meds to help alleviate the sleepy side effects of the drug, and the police are here right now questioning him for everything he knows. 

Today - 07:15

Hyunjin 

We’re planning on bringing Felix back to his dorm soon so that he can get enough rest. Are you okay?? 

Today - 09:00

Changbin 

We dropped Felix off, he’s doing well and went back to sleep again. We’re grabbing some breakfast off campus, we should be back soon. 

  Almost as soon as he read the last of Changbin’s text, he heard voices just outside of the dorm and keys jingle at the front door. He relaxed against the couch after that. Because he was sick of being alone - and hearing others talk, even if he wasn’t a part of the convo - would help to soothe his mind. 

  Immediately upon stepping into the kitchen, Chris gave him an easy smile. “Hey— you’re up. I’m surprised, it’s still pretty early,” he said, making to put the leftovers of their breakfast in the fridge. Minho’s eyes flicked to the living room’s clock that was situated atop the coffee table, reading that it was a little past eleven in the morning. 

  “We brought you some food— eggs and pancakes and shit,” Hyunjin said, placing an extra plastic bag down on the kitchen counter and tilting his head to the side quizzically in question. 

  Waving a nonchalant hand in the air, Minho gave Hyunjin a tiny smile. But it was quite forced and hard to put on. “Not really hungry right now, but maybe later. Thanks, Jinnie.” 

  Soon, Changbin was plopping down on the couch beside him, resting his feet atop the coffee table and getting comfortable as he switched on the TV. “Bro— I definitely wouldn’t recommend going to the ER in this area after midnight. The shit we saw there was… traumatizing,” he started, as he flipped through a couple of channels until he landed on a cooking show. “I’m gonna need therapy for at least a year after everything.” His words got Minho to chuckle a little bit because Changbin didn't even have a therapist to begin with.

  Chris leaned against the nearby bathroom’s doorway, his stare catching ahold of Minho’s. “The police want you to come into the station today to give a statement. Want it sooner rather than later, that way the memories are still fresh. Will you go?” 

  Minho gaze softened as he looked on at his best friend. He could tell Chris was exhausted, his broad shoulders drooping by the second, the bags under his eyes turning a deep violet color and his eyes stormy with exhaustion. “Of course I will, Chris. I’ll do anything to help out.” 

  Taking in a big sigh of relief, like he was worried that Minho wouldn’t agree to talk to the police, Chris turned into the bathroom. “I’m gonna take a shower and then pass the fuck out. No one bother me unless it’s urgent or relates to Felix.” 

  Minho gave him a thumbs up, as his friend slipped into the bathroom. The bathroom Minho had been stuck in the night before, throwing up all the contents of his stomach and then some. 

  “Should someone go and check on Felix?” Hyunjin said, his voice trailing off as he leaned against the kitchen counter, scrolling through something on his phone. 

  “He lives with his best friend Jeongin, I’m sure he’ll be in good hands,” Minho replied, trying to keep his tone from being any more bitter at the thought of someone else yet again taking care of Felix. But for once, he wasn't lying, and he believed himself. Because it was true- and after how Jeongin had acted the night before at the club, and the story he told Minho over text, he was starting to get a keen understanding of the younger boy's relationship. 

  Changbin turned to give Hyunjin an easy smile. “Besides, I’m sure Chris will be over there daily for the foreseeable future now.” 

  Rolling his eyes, Hyunjin made to stuff his phone into his back pocket. “Okay, well, I think we should get going, Bin. I’m fucking exhausted and I have to study for a final.” 

  And just like that, within a few minutes, Minho was alone yet again. With all of his friends gone from his presence, he decided to focus on taking care of himself for once. So he took a quick shower and got dressed, limbs moving on autopilot. 

  Soon, he found himself darkening the doorstep of the local police station, deciding to get the questioning out of the way early before anything else happened. 

  The police officer who worked with him was nice enough, asking the basic questions about Minho’s personal info and his relationship with Felix. Which he always answered as a friend, by default. Once they got to the part of the night before, things were a little more blurry to recall - what with all the thoughts swirling in his head still, and the after-effects of the liquor and restless sleeping. 

  Even still, he did the best he could and the officer was appreciative of his help. It wasn’t the first time such a thing had happened in the area, and the officer was sure it wouldn't be the last. But he promised that they’d keep a closer watch on that exact club and other ones in the area just like it. 

  Minho found himself back on campus before he knew it. And he could feel the anxiety and stress building up in his system. The emotions and thoughts from the past 24 hours were just a ticking time bomb inside of him. He felt like if he didn't somehow channel all of the stress out in some form- he'd soon explode into millions of tiny pieces. And the only remedy he knew of was the dance studio on campus. 

  So that’s exactly what he did. 

  Before he knew it, he was in front of the studio’s mirrors, going over drill after drill. Ones from years ago and ones from months before. He was going over his final project’s routine - the one Hyunjin and he had gotten a perfect 100 on.

  The hours always seemed to pass by in the studio like the flutter of a faerie's wings. The time slipped through his fingers like melting snow, and as he danced, the light slowly began to dwindle outside. The nearby window of the studio turned bleak, as the heavens opened up and heavy rain began to pelt down on the building. But it was a comforting kind of sound and blurred out any other thoughts Minho had. 

  He was dancing without music, his limbs moving in a crazed kind of way, on their own accord and with a manic rhythm to them. He was drenched in so much sweat his t-shirt and sweatpants stuck to his body like glue. And only did he stop his movements when his legs gave out on him. He hadn’t even warmed up - like an idiot - and after hours of pushing himself, he finally tumbled down onto the floor with a loud flourish. 

  Breathing heaving in and out of his lungs, he stared at his reflection in the mirror. Stared at the frenzied, wide-eyed look on his face, at the way his cheeks were rosy red and how his fingers twitched at his sides with anxiety. 

  As soon as the momentum stopped, all the thoughts came flooding back to him. Of what Jeongin had told him hours before, and of Felix’s childhood. 

  Minho was such a shitty person. 

  He didn’t even deserve to call himself a person in the first place. 

  The way he had treated Felix after he left home for university— like their connection during childhood was null, like it was so easy to erase, was so fucking mean. 

  The way he had blown up at him at the party that night, not knowing anything. Not knowing how much his words must’ve hurt Felix. 

  The way he had forced Felix out of his dorm after they had been studying all night. 

  And he couldn’t deny it any longer… 

  Despite what the rational part of his brain told him, and what society thought, he couldn’t avoid it any longer— 

  Because he wanted Lee Felix so fucking badly. 

  He wanted him — needed him — like he needed air. 

  Minho wanted to be the one at Felix’s side throughout all of the pain and trauma of life, he wanted to be Felix’s comfort no matter what, he wanted to make Felix’s days brighter. 

  Minho wanted to do everything with Felix. 

  And he was sick of pretending like he didn’t. 

  Sick of pretending like he didn’t stay awake late at night, just laying in bed aching for him. His heart squeezing in his chest because he yearned for Felix so badly. 

  He wanted Felix all to himself. All his attention, and love, and joy, and company. 

  And Minho wanted to do all kinds of sinful things to Felix too— even if he knew it wasn’t the right time or place and he shouldn’t want such things… 

  even though he knew he shouldn’t want to fuck Felix so much- 

  even though he knew he shouldn’t want to corrupt him so badly-

  to take everything from Felix and give it back to him in a nicer, prettier way. 

  But Minho couldn’t help it all, couldn’t help all of his wants and desires. The carnal things he dreamed of and wished for. 

   And just like that, he was standing up from the practice room’s floor. He was grabbing ahold of his phone on the nearby windowsill and turning to leave the place. Flipping through his phone, he read the messages Chris had sent him not too long ago. 

Today 

7:45

Changbin and I have work til late tonight, won’t be home until sometime tomorrow. Don’t wait up for me to have dinner.

Okay. I’ll be home either way. Lmk when you’re heading back. :) 

  So he would, yet again, be home alone. 

  Great. 

  That meant he’d have all the time in the world to pity himself and wallow over his issues and shittiness. 

  As soon as he stepped out of the dance studio, he found that it was pouring outside. The air was chilled from the fat raindrops coating the ground at his feet. Taking in a deep sigh, Minho pulled his thin puffer coat above his head, beginning his sprint across campus back to his dorm. But the sprint wasn’t that fast, since his legs still felt like jelly from practice, and his back was subsequently drenched in a mix of sweat and chilled rain. 

  The senior’s dormitory section on campus was all single-floor units, built to feel more like regular houses than cramped high-rise apartments - unlike the rest of the dorms on campus. So the single floor of his dorm is the exact reason why he could make out someone’s figure in the far distance, as he ran across the dry, brown grass of the senior’s pavilion. At first, he thought the person was waiting in front of his neighbor’s place. 

  Then, he realized they were waiting outside his front door. And as he grew closer to them, he could make out their small stature— the way their limbs were elegantly shaped, how they were drenched to the bone, and how their long blonde hair was- 

  Just as it registered in Minho’s mind, the figure was turning around at the sound of him approaching. It was… Felix. Standing there, in front of his dorm, in the frigid rain. Minho stopped in his tracks just a few paces away from him, staring into the younger’s eyes which were dark and stormy. Just like the storm brewing above their heads. 

  “W-What are you doing here?” Minho spoke first, gaze skirting down the length of him— taking in the way the rain had soaked through his purple sweatpants and matching hoodie. 

  Felix’s eyes found Minho’s, giving him the tiniest of smiles. “I couldn’t find you anywhere else, so this was my last option.” He said with a shrug. 

  “Why were you trying to find me in the first place?”

  “To thank you, for— for everything last night... Chris told me at the hospital," Felix started, his eyes softening at the topic of the night before and all of the chaos that had ensued. “And to say I’m sorry— for putting you through all that.” 

  “It’s fine, don’t even worry about it.” Waving a hand in the air, trying to brush off the way the air around them was so heavy with emotion, Minho moved around Felix to unlock the front door. “C’mon inside, it’s cold out and you’re drenched.” 

  Felix’s movements were a little halted as he followed Minho like he was still somewhat sleepy from the drugs that had just recently run through his system. 

  “I’m pretty sure I have something that’ll fit you—” Minho started to say, beginning to stride across the dorm to his bedroom, but he was stopped in his tracks at the feeling of a chilled hand catching hold of his wrist. 

  “Minho— wait, please. I need to—” 

  Felix’s voice came out so tiny and soft then, forcing Minho to turn around. And without even thinking about it, he was raising a hand to the younger’s face, brushing a gentle thumb against his freckled cheek. “You’re freezing, Felix. Just wait a second, okay?” 

  “Don’t leave me, please. I can’t—” The blonde began, his tone wavering as his bottom lip began to tremble. Leaning into Minho’s touch, he stared up at him with wide eyes that were cloudy with unshed tears. “Please, I need you— Min. Please, don’t—”

  At the sight of Felix clinging onto him for dear life, begging him to stay and be in his presence, Minho was taking the plunge, straight into the water. 

  Into the murky depths, swimming to the bottomless ocean of feelings. 

  The moment their lips connected, the moment their mouths found each other in the dim light of the dorm, Minho knew it was all over, and that things were never going back to how they were. 

  Everything would be different, changed. 

   Everything.

─── ⋆⋅ ♰ ⋅⋆ ───

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[daryl-dixon-daydreams]

“Wait a minute—” Daryl said gruffly. “Ya expect me to be nice to this guy after what happened last time?”

You shrugged a little awkwardly. “Well, I—”

Daryl interrupted you fervently. “Nah. No. Hell no. You may have forgiven him ‘cuz yer too damn nice, but I’mma find out if he’s actually a good person or not. Honestly, after last time, I oughta break his nose,” he growled.

You felt your cheeks flush at his concern. “Do you think I need a protector, Daryl?”

He shook his head. “I didn’t say that. Ain’t about ya needin’ one. It’s about ya deservin’ one.”

It was at that moment that you wondered why you were thinking about this other guy at all when everything you really wanted was right in front of you. You felt a burst of warmth start between your lungs and wick outwards. “You know what? You’re right. Forget this guy... why don’t you and I go together instead?”

Daryl looked suddenly struck, as if he couldn’t believe what you’d just said. “Are—ya serious?”

“Do I look like I’m kidding?” You didn’t. Your expression was open and sincere. 

Daryl nodded eagerly. “Yeah. Hell yeah. Tha’s way better,” he said, actually cracking a rare smile that had your heart skipping a beat. Prompt: “You expect me to be nice to this guy after what happened? Hell no. You may have forgiven him, but you’re biased. I’m gonna find out if he’s actually a good person or not.”

[writing-ca-ira]

HASARDER — PROLOGUE

YJ/Teen Titans Dick Grayson x Reader

ERROR << MASTERLIST >> Part 1

As a civilian who just so happens to live with the Titans, you’re not supposed to wake up in unfamiliar places… let alone unfamiliar timelines. What happens when someone wakes up in a world that parallels their own… that they’re also dead in? Guess you’ll find out.

The reader is gender neutral.

Contains: civilian reader, mentions of death (but, like, in a non-death way), spoilers: no one actually dies, no heroes actually show up yet cuz this is just the prologue, y’all need context before the story can start.

For your first interrogation session, you thought you were doing pretty well. Of course, you had the Titans to thank for that (Robin especially; he always said it was his job as a leader and your best friend to keep you prepared for everything), but you surprised yourself with just how calm you were.

… Even if you were caught trespassing in some abandoned lab in downtown Jump City.

You had no idea what you were doing there. You just woke up on the dirtiest tiled floor you had ever seen, brain filled with nothing but fuzzy static, and your T-communicator (the Honorary Titan T-communicator, as dubbed by Beast Boy) totally busted.

Now, looking back on it, deciding to just up and leave a mysterious— and run-down — building was probably a dumb idea, but it’s not like you’re one of the crime-fighting hooligans that does this for a living (“a rookie mistake,” you were sure to tell Robin after this was done and over with). That’s how the alarms sounded, and you didn’t even get to step foot outside before a bunch of red and blue flashing lights could be seen through the cracks of the boarded up windows.

And that’s how you found yourself in a scene just like those cop movies Cyborg would sometimes binge. The walls were a bleak gray color, the chairs would squeak with even the slightest movement, and the handcuffs they slapped on your wrists would create an ungodly noise each time they scraped against the metal table. And what was worse than all that, you seemed to have gotten the snarkiest cop in the entire precinct to interrogate you. To him, every word that came out of your mouth was a total lie, leaving him to scoff and roll his eyes after each of your sentences.

When he finally left the room — probably to watch you from that double-sided glass pane; what a classic cop move — you found yourself releasing your frustration through a long and drawn out sigh. Part of you wanted to pull out the “I know the Titans and they would be so mad” card, but you decided it wouldn’t be the best call. If he can’t accept the idea of you waking up in an abandoned lab with no memory, how would explaining that you’re roommates with Jump City’s famed protectors go? Yeah, you thought to yourself. Not going down THAT rabbit hole.

30 or so minutes of solitude seemed to go by in a flash, because the sound of the door opening snapped you out of your thoughts. In came the man of the hour, holding a creme-colored file folder, though he didn’t toss it onto the table like you expected him to. Rather, he opted to lay it gently on the corner of the table after he was properly seated, making you ponder what he was up to.

“… So,” the cop began. His tone of voice sounded uncertain — confused, even — which was a stark contrast from his snarky and condescending attitude from earlier. Instead of lazily leaning back in his chair, expression radiating pure boredom, he was actually leaning forward with his hands clasped together on the metal table; intent on listening to your every word. “What did you say your name was?”

The question made your eyebrows furrow. That was one of the first things you had told him when he initially began questioning, and he didn’t have any problems then. In fact, through this whole interrogation session, he would call you by your full name like it was second nature to him, albeit in a patronizing manner. Just what was he up to?

“(Y/N) (L/N),” you answered, trying to keep the hesitation out of your voice.

The cop leaned back the slightest bit, his dark eyes scanning over you suspiciously. Whatever was going on inside his head must’ve been quite the battlefield, because you could’ve sworn you saw his face flash back and forth from disbelief to shock at least 10 times. It would’ve been humorous to you if it didn’t cause your anxiety to rise. You found yourself preparing for the worst.

But no time in the world could prepare you for his follow-up question; “And you’re sure?”

Your brain sputtered. Any attempt to form a coherent thought proved futile for a solid 10 seconds. Had you of been less caught off-guard, your response to him would’ve been much more elegant than simply, “what?”

The grimace that crossed the cop’s features only caused more anxiety to pile up in your chest. His eyes were completely unreadable as he slowly reached for the folder he set down earlier, dragging it to the center of the table. You found yourself watching the way he flipped the folder — almost hesitantly — and pulled out a piece of paper. Whatever was on it made his grimace more prominent on his face, dark eyes skimming over it before he wordlessly set the paper in front of you.

You almost didn’t want to look at it, too engrossed with maintaining the uneasy eye-contact you had with the cop to even look away. But you eventually mustered the courage to trail your eyes down to the paper in front of you, and…

Certificate of Death.

You found yourself pausing on the title, the anxiety in your chest swirling around your lungs and squeezing them. It became apparent that you nowhere near prepared to stomach whatever words would follow. This was turning into a can of worms that you wanted nothing more than to chuck into that abandoned lab you woke up in, leaving it behind to have pizza night with your friends in Titan’s Tower.

But the pair of eyes from across the table were burning into your skull, urging you to swallow the information on the page.

Your slow hands gingerly grasped onto the paper in front of you. Somewhere in the back of your mind, you noted how the paper was warm to the touch, and you came to the realization that this must’ve been printed out fairly recently. Most likely from a database, or…

Stalling wasn’t going to do you any good. Whatever this certificate had on it, it was important enough for this cop to show you.

So, you found yourself reading it once again.

Certificate of Death. The State of Rhode Island Department of Health. Division of Vital Statistics.

Full name of deceased:

… (Your full name).

This was some sort of cruel joke. It had to be. Did this cop hate you so much that he made up some fake death certificate — or a death certificate of some other (Y/N) (L/N) — to mess with you? Or maybe this was a just a prank from the Titans; a really really crappy prank. Would your friends go as far as to knock you out, put you in some random building, and get the Jump City Police in on this elaborate joke? Was your deepest insecurity true, and the Titans secretly resented you for living at the Tower despite being a civilian?

All of your panicked thoughts were ceased by the cop across from you gently setting a photo down on the metal table. You tore your eyes away from the paper in your hands to see that it was a portait-style picture of you; one you had never seen before. The blotchy background was reminiscent of a school yearbook photo, and taking a look at the awkward smile on your face, you reasonably concluded that it was a school yearbook photo. Except… which year?

The cop’s voice was soft when he spoke up. “(Y/N) (L/N) has…” there was a moment of hesitation, “been dead for two years.”

“… two years,” you echoed back, voice so soft and foreign to your own ears. Your eyes reverted back to the death certificate, desperately trying to make sense of the situation.

Certificate of Death. The State of Rhode Island Department of Health. Division of Vital Statistics.

Full name of deceased: (your full name).

Date of death: December 12th, 2013.

Place of death: Providence, Rhode Island.

“I… don’t understand…” you were beyond emotions, the anxiety within you trying to claw out of your rib cage. Your thoughts were like a blizzard, and every new revelation made the storm worse. Your next question was more for yourself than the cop; “what was I even doing in Rhode Island…?”

Your question seemed to confuse the cop. He clasped his hands together once again and quirked a brow at you. “Well, according to your file, you live in Rhode Island… err… lived, I guess I should say.”

“That’s not…” you cut yourself off when your eyes fell on the usual residence part of the certificate. Sure enough, in a font that resembles a typewriter, Rhode Island was printed on the line. This only fed more into your confusion and frustration. “No… this isn’t right..!! I’ve never even left Jump City!”

“Apparently, a lot of stuff isn’t right about that certificate,” the cop humorously chortled. “Last I checked, dead people don’t wake up in old boarded-up labs on the other side of the country.”

He had a point; if you died in Rhode Island, how did you end up back in Jump City? And a whole two years…

Your eyes suddenly widened out of realization.

“… The Titans,” you almost whispered. They had to of known you were dead. Your only family was the Titans, so the only way this certificate could even exist is if they identified you. So… have they been mourning your apparent death this entire time?

Please… you begged in your mind. Please don’t be…

As heartbreaking as the thought was, you silently prayed that your friends weren’t hurting for a whole two years. Hopefully, Starfire found someone else to get milkshakes with, while Raven got used to spending her late nights in solitude. Perhaps Cyborg opted to have movie marathons with Beast Boy (speaking of him, you hoped he still enjoyed watching cartoons without you). And Robin…

As much as you wanted Robin to move on, there was a selfish part of you that hoped he didn’t find a new best friend.

But none of that mattered; you were alive. You could return to your regular life with them, right? After a big reunion party, you can all go out and celebrate with pizza, just like it was before. This could all just be a huge nightmare that you can all look back on and think, man, that was weird.

“I have to reach out to the Titans,” you firmly said to the cop. The death certificate had long fallen out of your hands and floated aimlessly towards the floor, though it’s not like you had any desire to look at it again. “They have to know I’m alive.”

At first, you thought you would have to explain to the cop about your relationship with the Titans. It would be a quick, I live in Titan’s Tower, they took me in, we’re friends, blah blah blah and you’d be on your way to the nearest phone.

But, of course, the day could only get worse and worse.

“Titans? Who’re they?”

[valsnonsense]

*cracks knuckles* It's time...

Princess Choco(late) of Pop

"Chicks dig a blacksmith!! At least that's what my friends say."

Parents: Queen Poppy and King Branch

Siblings: Vanilla (Triplet Sister), Strawberry (Triplet Sister), Apple (Younger Brother), Oran (Younger Brother), Lemon (Younger Brother), Lime (Younger Brother), Blueberry (Younger Brother), Grape (Younger Sibling), Iris (Younger Sister)

Age: 24

Pronouns: She/Her

Sexuality: Lesbian

Genre: Rock/Pop

Voice Claim: Hayley Williams (Paramore)

Princess Choco is the eldest of Broppy kids and heir to the throne. Though she's probably the most un-princess like Troll you'll ever meet.

Choco trained as a blacksmith for many years, forging weapons for the guards and protectors of Trollstopia. Shes not sure what inspired her to make weapons as a career, but the process of forging just speaks to her. The sound, the smell, the excruciating heat. It just clicks for her.

Choco spends most of her time in her forge, only coming up in the evening to eat, talk with her family, or occasionally go out to party.

She, like all the Broppy kids, is very close with her siblings and parents. Branch was the one who taught her most of what she knows about forging, since he picked up skill during his time in the bunker.

Choco is a strong-willed, stubborn, loudmouthed woman who cares deeply for her friends and family, and will go out of her way to protect them.

Despite being a pop troll, rock is where her heart lies. She loves the loud music, the even louder parties, and the absolute chaos rock concerts bring. She occasionally visits Volcano Rock City to perform with Thrash Jr.

She currently resides in Trollstopia alongside her parents and siblings.

Fun Facts!

- Keeps her hair swept back in a mullet like fashion. Annoys the hell out of her more fashion-forward siblings (which is why she doesn't change it)

- Dropped an anvil on her tail during her first year of smithing. But because she refused to stay inactive long enough for it to heal, the bone healed improperly. She braces it now, as it will start to hurt after a few hours

- Developed fire-resistant clothing with the help of Lemon, since she keep burning all hers off

- Often seen hanging out with Rosebud, Fern, and Peaches on her off days

And there you have it! My first of MANY OCs, the eldest of my Broppy kids!

Buckle up buttercups this is gonna take a WHILE jshhdhdehjdu

I'll be posting one profile a day so I don't overwhelm anyone with too many bxhdhhdbd

But Choco my beloved. The walking definition of a butch lesbian. Girl change your shirt it's fuxking filthy. And take a shower while ur at it xD.

She often walks in the living room after being down her forge for hours smelling like sulfur cuz she KNOWS her siblings will complain about it. Typical sibling behavior

Edit: Decided I'm gonna put a link to a song by their voice claims!!

[ya-mi-la]

Sobbing cuz I cracked my phone screen and probs won't be able to fix it for another week or even more 😭😭😭😭

I have a temporary screen protector on it to keep the cracks from cutting my fingers but the cracks r bothering me :((((

I did draw stuff today, tho.

I need to work on it, but rn most of my drawings are just stuff to get me out of art block rather than legitimate art.

[melodicaprils]

oh my god im going to gp insane i NEED to hear your mal headcanons. (i dislike canon mal but i also dont like fanon mal and i have a very specific image of his character (i dont lile most fanon characters because people mischaracterize them so often :( (especially in all stars))) im begging you . headcanons for mike n co now ! !!! !! i hope i read your pinned post right i sometimes confuse what canon and fanon mean and use the terms in the opposite way

i loved total drama sm as a kid and seeing so many ppl still liking it and being fans is so awesome omg !!!! mike n co were probably my awakening to being a possible system but idk yet !!! but i might actually explode if i think about td too much sorry to ramble in uour asks i just think your cool :)

ask n u shall recieve!!!

ive gotten my headcanons after lots of thinking abt lines at 3am n going "bro... what if he didnt mean that..... omg i cracked the code......" n just silly thoughts

actually likes breakcore covers of classical music (he strikes me as a breakcore listener - breakcore is a music genre of rlly fastpaced drums n usually piano)

TRASH at baking. he will somehow burn anything he tries to make.

practices evil laughs in the mirror

so im a huge zoey x mal shipper, n a lot of my headcanons abt them include: mal being maybe a lil touchstarved, secretly rlly likes being lil spoon but would never admit it, n he actually tries to b a good person for his s/o (bc i always see ppl headcanon him as an abusive partner??????)

didnt actually want to "rule juvie" duncan was exaggerating since mal looked so threatening (n no1 knew how silly villain he is)

got into juvie for a rlly bad fight he won

actually cares abt his headmates (except for mike bc mike was the 1 that took away fronting privaleges) n made sure that they werent too hurt by the punishments (bc if he rlly wanted to punish them, he wouldnt choose stuff like "just... scupt a fish out of butter" or "sit around selling... uh..... skateboards" n wouldnt have left that glass of water for vito

HAS NEVER KILLED SOME1. idk where yall got those headcanons bc yeah he hurt some ppl on td but so did almost every contestant??? also ITS TOTAL DRAMA. U HAVE TO BETRAY PPL. cmon fandom..

he was the 1 who tried cutting his hair. mike tried to do smth cool w/ it n convince every1 he did

mal likes unsweetened uncaffinated bitter black coffee cuz he hates sweet stuff (hell maybe try a piece of cake that zoey i mean his s/o gives him)

is both persecutor n traumaholder (or protector n trauma holder if were going the mal redemption arc)

i think he n duncan would b friends n shoplift together

i like to think the reset button only put him in dormancy (im not a sys, but i think u cant just hit a button to delete all ur alters??) since he was also in a lighter dormancy from juvie to b4 tdroti

i think thats all of them! i agree on hating fanon (what the fandom believes in canon that is never stated) mal bc how did u get coldhearted psycopathic villain from a guy whos said "if i cant win fairly, ill just have to win... UNFAIRLY!!!!!! *evil laughing*"

also ty for thinking im cool ^_^

[lulu-spooks]

Just took the beat up cracked to shit screen protector off my phone and I feel like I’m looking at a whole new screen. What do you mean I can see every part of the screen and my front camera is no longer blurry. Also this is a huge fuck you to my brother who said my phone was definitely still cracked underneath the screen protector cuz I dropped it so much.

[mattslolita]

i start schl on the 5th im gonna SCREAMMM! also i got a new phone on tuesday LAST week and i dropped it today AND CUZ I HAV NO CASE ORRR SCREEN PROTECTOR... IT CRACKED! theres also a white glowing line on the left side and green lines going across the top 😭 bro i acctually cant be trusted. my dad is MAD! it works fine but im not using it like that 🥲

EEKKKKK ARE U EXCITED FOR SCHOOL ??? stink please be more careful w ur phone i beg😭😭😭

[zushimart]

if he broke his phone/screen protector he would get a new one immediately

i think i agree with u. i already have an established clean freak hc for scara, so i think this falls under that sort of general maintenance. espesh cuz u know how when ur screen is broken it just feels bad to touch sometimes and collects a bit of dirt in the cracks. that would totally drive him insane . someone else replied 2 that post w a similar opinion & tacked on that he is rich nd i sooo believe he is rich. actually i have so many thoughts ab what kind of rich modern au scara is & what his relationship to money is.