#dude like i see so many things to fix but i need to stop messing w/ these and keep them simple or else i will perish this month

[phasedsun]

Ultratober Day 2 - V2

[long-live-astronerd-ghost-king]

DPXDC: I wanna be like most girls ghosts.

or Danny: What should I do to make my mom happy?

or ~Danny deserves a little teenage rebellion as a treat~

Maddie: I just want this damned Phantom to stop pretending to be a hero! All ghosts are pure evil, who is he trying to deceive? Danny: Oh, really? And Danny took it personally.

It’s not Danny’s fault that he’s a good kid and wants to make his parents happy. But why would he have to be a monster to make them happy? Why must they hate him to be happy?

Danny’s obsession was going crazy.

Well, when your own parents call you a monster in the face, it hurts. Why do they always believe that only their opinion is the absolute truth? They have no idea how much worse things would be if at least some of the ghosts really behaved the way Maddie and Jack think they’re supposed to. If he really is evil by nature, is there any point in fighting his own fate? They want to see him as a villain, he will become one. He will. He just needs a little help and practice. And not bring it to the level when Clockwork has to clean up his mess. Poor guy is without a vacation for how long? Couple of millennia?

Johnny 13: Sup. Danny: F*ck off, Johnny, I’m not in the mood. Busy thinking about world domination. Get out of here or I’ll call Kitty. Johnny 13: What’s wrong? You’re usually so grouchy only towards the end of the week. Danny: Nothing. Just parents. Again. They are wonderful but I can’t help but feel sometimes that they, em… Johnny 13: Suck? Danny: Right…Damn. I’m a terrible son. Maybe something is wrong with me. Johnny 13: What? No, no, dude. You’re just growing up. And you’re a little late, usually teenagers go through that stage before they graduate. Well, you’ve probably been busy with other issues, so just missed it. Danny: I wonder whose fault it is. Aren’t there ghosts who enjoyed to ruin my life in the middle of school day?

Johnny 13: Oh, bother. Anyway, you’re entering a beautiful time of emancipation, where you’re going to shape your own view of life and, along the way, to get drunk on cheap alcohol at parties, maybe to go to jail and to become the greatest disappointment to your family..And then you will be ashamed to remember it for about the next ten years. Danny: Well, it looks like I’ve already done two out of three additional things. Great success. Johnny 13: When did you get drunk? Danny: I didn’t. Johnny 13: Oh. Want to fix that? Danny: What? No. What an idiot wants to add a headache to his problems? Johnny 13: Well, your loss, then I’ll go terrorize the bars of Gotham alone and no one can stop me. Let’s see what your boyfriend will say about it. ~~~~~ Danny: Bartender, another shot of Dead Man’s Fingers, please. Red Hood: Babe, haven’t you had enough? Danny: Have you ever felt that no matter how hard you try, no matter how many sacrifices you make, in their eyes you’ll always be nothing more than a monster? Nothing more than a mistake? Oh, Death doesn’t give people like me a break. Red Hood: …I’ll have what he’s having. *gives the bartender a sign to switch the rum shots to a batburger milkshake for them, and starts talking to Danny so that he doesn’t understand Hood's scams*

~~~~~

Johnny 13: Other people’s kids are growing up so fast. It seems like yesterday he didn’t know how to shoot ectoblast, and now.. Kitty: Stop trying to make me feel bad, we’re leaving. Johnny 13: But the boy needs our support, honey boo!

~~~~~

Danny: I'm fine. Really, I am. This isn’t the first time mom’s called me a monster. She often called me that when she was upset with my behavior in my childhood. Huh, it's even funny. Jason: There’s nothing funny about that. Danny: No, you don’t understand. Looking back, I was really a very active child and didn’t know when to stop. Not surprisingly that I often annoyed my parents. They’re very busy people, and Jazz couldn’t always keep an eye on me. And I was often afraid to go to sleep alone because there were shadows in the darkness of my room. Well, I used to think they were. But I pretended everything was okay to not distract parents from work. Jason: Hey, it’s not your fault. You were a child. Obviously, kiddo requires a lot of attention, they must have understood that. You are the second child in the family, right? Danny: Well, Jazz was different. I don’t know. Anyway, I thought if the monsters behind the curtain and under the bed were just like me, well, according to my mom, you know, then they wouldn’t want to hurt me. And since they look after me, they are friends. So I kinda greeted all the suspicious noises and howls. Huh, I was a strange kid. Jason: If you smile at someone in the dark alley right now that someone is more likely to wet themselves or faint. Danny: Rude! I’m not that scary. Admit that I’m adorable. Do it right now. Jason: Stunning, darling. But still carry a gun and a knife, please. My childhood taught me that what's hiding in the dark is worth beating up. Danny: Come on, what should I be afraid of? Death? Anyway, I want to try this shit. Like, the inevitable one. Being a bad boy, you know? Hood *raises eyebrows*. Danny: Oh damn it man, I'm talking about ghostliness. I want to try to be like most of dead ones. I want to unleash my side of the trickster and the villain. But only a little bit. I have to be supervised so that things don't go too far. Would you help me, honey?

~~~~~2 hours later~~~~

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Goons used to expect a lot of weirdness from working with the boss.

Sometimes Bruce Wayne would go into their base and yell at the Red Hood like he's one of his kids. Of course Wayne's well-known as 'Gotta adopt them all' but the guy must really suffer from insomnia to count the Red Hood into his brood of chicks several times. Sometimes the boss would fight Robin or Nightwing over differences in morals…or for biscuits. It varied from moment to moment. Sometimes the boss caught the local street children, fed them and taught them to steal correctly. And most of the foundlings stayed with them under their protection.

To make a long story short, Red Hood is not the typical crime lord that some of them had to deal with before. Which is a blessing. Thanks Lord for the health insurance. But still the crime lord. Which means he's still scary, and sometimes deadly.

Anyway, when the boss brought in a guy who looked more civilian than any civilian in the whole Gotham and said he was going to be their intern, they thought it was a joke at first. Despite the fact that Hood was not in the habit of joking while working.

The teenager was too well-mannered and sweet to come from Crime Alley. Phil thought the guy was gonna run when he saw the first murder, Jessica didn’t think the domestic boy wouldn’t chicken out at the sight of a fight. But arguing with a boss’s orders in their profession is like asking for a bullet in the head, so these conversations were taking place outside of their boss's sight. God, how can they teach him anything? What do you take from a boy who’s only good to do the coffee run? Fenton will fall if they’ll give him something heavier than 10 pounds. And then boss will yell at them because he treats the new guy like a princess on a pea. Well, at least that’s what they thought until the boss decided to give the new guy his own assignments:

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Red Hood: So, what have you learned during your internship, my young Padawan? Danny: Well, it looks like I’m gonna suck at being a criminal mastermind. I think I may have to find myself some other profession. Red Hood: Come on, you just need a little more practice. Danny: Thank you but I don’t think that’s fit my obsession that good. Don't misunderstand me, I wanna be like most ghosts. But I was wrong to go to hit that goal only base on human stereotypes about my nature. Red Hood: What a pity. The newbies just learned not to flinch when you walk in. But, to be honest, I'm not gonna miss the adrenaline-boosting roller coaster of you at work. Danny: Oh, and I guess to hold on to the concept of humanity was really stupid too. I clearly no longer fit in and I’m finally ready to accept that. So, hopefully, if you get into trouble, you can rely on my ghostliness and call for help. I am the spirit of many talents and of my word. I can haunt your enemies or walk through the walls of Arkham Asylum. Whatever you need, I’ll be here. Red Hood: I’ll bear that in mind.

[thigholstercas]

So I wanted to have all these parts of scripts that I love with destiel moments that were erased, changed, or added context in one place. Bare in mind that there are some that are Production Drafts and others Writer's Drafts, and so on.

4x02 - Are you there, God? It's me, Dean Winchester

Oh honey, he's gonna be your husband

Honestly, I'm just putting this here because I love this scene.

5x04 - The End

Cas received the order to follow Dean's commands once, and he sticked to it up 'til the end of everything.

7x17 - Born again identity

Just remember, this was after everything that happened in season 6 and widow!dean arc 1.0

Forward to Cas' speech in 15x18, yes the parallels.

Swear this is a whole Dean thesis. If we go back to what started this whole thing in tmwwbk. Dean tells Cas, we can fix this. And he never stopped wanting to fix it.

8x17 - Goodby Stranger

Like, I know they established that it didn't make sense for Dean to say I love you here, which fair, and we ended up which I need you (somehow worse).

But if we look at this as a whole, what Dean might understand is that saying I love you makes people leave him. Fastforward to the part when Dean takes the sigils so Cas can find him and Naomi visits and tells him that Cas doesn't return his feelings. Fastforward again to the You didn't trust me because even if we get to know that it was hard for Cas to leave with the tablet, away from Dean, Dean doesn't. For Dean, he left him, without even acknowledging that he loves/needs him, ignored him, and didn't trust him. Imagine you say I love you and you are left feeling abandoned, betrayed, and angry.

8x19 - Taxi Driver

This in the middle of I love you, and You didn't trust me is something

8x22 - Clip show

The one guy that's always had your back.

9x22 - Stairway to Heaven

Don't know what they smoked to write this, but I want some

10x23 - Brother's Keeper

You'll see the word shattered used a lot. This very much both destiel and drowley imo.

Season 12 is weirdly filled with these, so here are special mentions (because the max of pictures is 30 and there are too many moments). Most likely, it has to do with the market research by the end of 2016, which is why from 12-15, these scenes are more emotionally charged.

Mary saying Good friend when Dean and Cas hug in 12x01

Cas told Mary I promised (Dean) when they were talking outside the barn before going in to help Dean save Sam in 12x02

Dean telling Mary Get him outta here! when Cas was wounded in 12x12. And of course, when Cas says the things they have shared changed him (but that's on screen)

Cas texts? from 12x16

Dean is a worried husband on 12x18.

Dean explaining that no matter how much Cas messed up, did the wrong thing, or every dumb move he got it in 12x20. Cas was always Cas.

12x10 - Lily Sunder has some regrets

Dean telling Cas he has changed, and it has all been for the good. Again, forward to 15x18.

12x19 - The Future

This whole episode is charged with scenes from Dean and Cas. Like you have the angry Welcome home from Dean when Cas returns from Heaven. Dean calls Cas a super strong dude in a trenchcoat. The mixtape scene with the That was a gift. To keep. And Dean softening a bit even if he's angry because he's more worried.

But I think the biggest one is this one. The destiel sex scene (jk)

And after this, even though it is said in the show. There is more insistence from Dean to not let go of Cas -> We're not gonna let you just walk away. Not again. Not happening.

12x23 - All Along the Watchtower

The word shattered is mentioned a lot in the scripts. This is every part that describes Dean's reactions after losing Cas. Forward to 15x18.

13x06 - Tombstone

This is one of the best things that never happened in the show. You have Dean choking down his emotions saying he's much better now and Cas who fought with the empty with everything he had in 13x04 to return to Dean, coming to a meadow near a windmill because Dean thought he'd like it.

13x14 - Good Intentions

Forget about the in love part. They are best friends, and we didn´t get this.

13x20 - Unfinished Business

He lost Cas and it damn near broke him. Not we lost Cas, I.

14x12 - Prophet and Loss

Losing Dean was unacceptable. Cas said that losing Dean was unacceptable. And Dean got emotional. And then forward to 15x18, Cas just goes no, Dean can't die because that'd be unacceptable to me, so i'll sacrifice. And then, Dean gets emotional. Again. But for Dean, the unacceptable happened.

15x09 - The Trap

Forward to 15x20. In this future that Chuck showed Sam that he lost Dean the second Cas was gone.

Have I said how much they used the word shattered. Anyway, Dean wanted Cas to stay. That's his best friend.

He's amazing.

15x18 - Despair

This is not that different from what it was filmed, it is just that seeing it described makes it different. Especially when you get things as Still beautiful, still Dean Winchester, Dean is emotional, stunned, shocked. And have I said how much they used the word shattered. Also, you can see how it starts as a confession because Cas is confessing that he made a deal, but then it ends as a declaration, a declaration of love. Which makes testament such a good word for it.

15x19 - Inherit the Earth

The fact that Dean couldn't say Cas was gone

He's not the ultimate killer. He's not daddy's blunt instrument. He's someone who raised his little brother for love, who fought for the world for love and the most caring man on Earth

15x20 - Carry On

We don't talk about this episode because the script has way too many [omitted] but this is exactly what happened in 15x09 when Chuck showed their future to Sam if they followed the road they were taking.

Okay, that was it. Probably missed some, but for me, these are the parts that stand out.

[gwiyeounsonyeon]

May Writing Challenge Day 20,21,22!

Pairing: Chris Redfield x Male Reader Summary: Chris gets a booboo and reader gives him a band-aid Words: 816/200 Warnings: blood? Notes: I cant tell you how many times I rewrote this, I wanted to try to write in a different style but when I tried nothing sounded right or it all sounded too dramatic and poetic.

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The store is deserted when Chris walks in, a few lights in the back had been turned off, the absence of the clerk behind the counter. The atmosphere was haunting and after the shit Chris went through not three hours earlier, he was caught off guard. Too caught up in his head he doesn't realize he’s hovering by the entrance until he hears a rustle coming from a door off to the side behind the counter. Chris’ hand reflexively moves to his hip only to remember last second that he’d left his gun in the car. But before he can overreact any further, you emerge from the door holding a broom and dustpan. 

Upon seeing Chris you look surprised, “Uh, hey…” You fumble, not expecting to have a customer this late but you’re quick to recollect yourself, you set the dustpan on the floor and lean the broom against the wall. “Anything I can help you with?” You look a little intimidated and Chris almost feels bad but he snaps himself out of it with a shake of his head. “No, I'm fine.” – “You sure?” The rate at which you respond catches Chris a little off guard, “– It’s just… I mean…” You trail off like you’re struggling for words and point to your forehead, “You’re bleeding, dude.” Cris raises his brows, the sting reminds him of the cut on his forehead. Shit, he’d completely forgotten. He raises his hand to feel up his forehead and sure enough, there's blood when he pulls his hand back. 

It's not as bad as it was earlier but it seems to be enough to have you, a complete stranger, looking worried. “Wait right there.” He has a feeling he knows what you’re going to do but you don’t give him time to object. You head back through the door you came out of, Chris stands there for a couple seconds feeling like a moron before proceeding down the aisle to the wall of freezers to get what he came here for. He’s gotten his items and came back to the counter just as you walk back out of the door, of what Chris assumes to be a break room, carrying a first aid kit. He opens his mouth to object but you fix him with a glare that shuts him up. 

“Come here, i’ll fix it for you so you don’t kill yourself on the drive home.” You walk around the counter, stopping next to him to set the first aid kit on the counter. Chris’ eyes stay glued on your hands as you sort through the box and pull out the things you need. He’s never actually paid that much attention to you, always in a hurry to get home. Your hands actually look quite nice and when you touch him, your fingers carefully prodding at his jaw to get Chris to face you fully, he notes pleasantly that your hands are as soft as they look.  You’re not quick at patching his wound, you’re actually quite clumsy. 

Your hands shaky and unsteady as you pat the alcohol wipe around the area, sponging up blood and cleaning the cut. It stings but Chris is too focused on you, your hands, your eyes, your warmth. Your eyes are deep and dark, pooling with worry and concern as you take in the weathered look of his face. A small part of him has the wherewithal to try to feel self-conscious but the majority cant find it in him to care. You look almost as bad as him, worry lines on your forehead, dark bags under your eyes, anxiously chewed on lips. 

Your eyes fall to his once you've stuck a bandaid onto him and for a moment Chris swears he feels a spark in his gut, almost like butterflies when the two of you realize how close your faces actually are. But he doesn't get any time to ponder what that could mean as you turn away from him and hurry to clean your mess. You dump the used cloth and the wrappers into the trash as you walk around the counter and set the first aid kit to the side so you can ring him up. You’re quiet throughout the process and when you finish you quietly recite his total, not once during this do you look up at him. A part of him feels a little upset but that's overshadowed quickly by how amusing it  is to see you scurry around like that. 

Chris takes it easy on you and pays without a fuss, he takes his things and heads out to his car as you close up the store behind him. He waits long enough to see the lights go out and when he looks down at his receipt to total the money he’s spent, down at the bottom in a hurried scrawl he reads out your number.

[dont-touch-the-phlebotinum]

Dream a Little Dream of Me

@steddie-week Day 1: Pining | 1.2K words | Rated M for mild smut and canon-typical gore

In Hawkins, things slowly return to normal. Evacuees filter back into town, back into their patched-up homes, and Main Street turns from a crater to a construction site. Even the high school is open again, though Steve doesn't know how the others manage to focus on school while they're all still waiting with bated breath for Vecna to make his next move.

Still, life goes on.

But not for everybody.

Wayne doesn't look up at the sound of the door opening. He knows it's Steve. His eyes are fixed on Eddie lying too still, too quiet, amidst the beeping machinery that surrounds his bed. Most of the bandages have been removed now, revealing a mess of stitches and angry scars that stand out too vivid against his pale skin. Despite it all, he looks peaceful.

"Any change?" Steve says as he hands Wayne a coffee: black, no sugars. The stench of burnt beans tickles the inside of Steve's nostrils. They've both stopped commenting on the taste.

"Fluttered his eyelids a few times." Wayne sighs and looks over at Steve. "No change."

Steve nods, taking a sip of his own coffee. The walkman on Eddie's chest clicks off, the tinny sounds of Master of Puppets escaping his headphones fallen silent, and automatically Wayne reaches over to press rewind. Like Max's Kate Bush, the album plays on a constant loop. Steve's sat listening to it so many times he probably knows it as well as Eddie by this point.

Honestly, it's kind of growing on him. He hopes one day soon he'll be able to tell Eddie that.

"I can stick around longer if you want to grab some sleep after work."

"No, I'll be here," says Wayne. He's still in his uniform from this morning. Steve wonders how long it's been since he actually went home. With a parting kiss to Eddie's forehead he says goodnight, tells Eddie he'll see him again first thing tomorrow. There are deep, dark bags beneath his eyes when he turns to Steve.

"Drive safe," Steve says.

Wayne gives his shoulder a gentle squeeze on his way out of the room.

And in the quiet that follows, Steve settles into Wayne's vacated seat, picks up the battered copy of The Hobbit from the bedside table, and takes Eddie's hand. "Hey, Ed," he says. "It's Steve. Shall we pick up where we left off?"

It's well past dawn by the time Steve heads home. He crawls into bed and closes his eyes.

"Finally," Eddie says with a smile. "I've been waiting for you, dude."

He's lying beneath Steve, hair fanned out across the pillow and tangling around Steve's fingers as he slides a hand through it, and Steve kisses him. His mouth is on Eddie's jaw, his neck, his chest, the scars melting away beneath Steve's touch, and he knows that if he can just kiss Eddie everywhere he can fix things.

Eddie doesn't give him the chance, though.

"Steve," he gasps. He slings an arm around Steve's shoulders to pull him close, his other hand sliding down to Steve's ass as Steve rocks into him, steering his movements, licking into his mouth to taste Steve's moans. Steve clings to him, feels Eddie push up against him in turn, and it's still not enough. He's still too far from Steve.

Beneath him, Eddie drops his head back against the pillow and closes his eyes.

"Eddie," Steve says, breathes the words into his skin as they move together, "you need to wake up."

But Eddie doesn't. He's just gone. The bed's empty around Steve, Eddie's soft moans choked away into silence, and Steve's eyes snap open. Bright sunlight streams through a gap in the curtains; the distant sounds of repair work taking place filter into the room. Steve sits up in bed, still panting, hard, and alone.

It isn't the first time. It isn't the last. Every time Steve manages to catch a couple of hours of uninterrupted sleep, he dreams of Eddie.

He watches Eddie on a stage, staring up at him in awe with the rest of the crowd as red lightning arcs through the sky behind the band. Mid-solo, Eddie catches sight of Steve in the front row. The crowd screams when Eddie winks back at him.

He stands alone, somewhere black and cold and quiet. "Steve?" Eddie's voice calls, but no matter how hard Steve tries he can't find Eddie in the darkness. "Steve, I don't know where I am." Steve wakes from that dream with tears streaking down his face, and though Wayne and Dustin are keeping vigil at Eddie's bedside he races straight back to the hospital, just to make sure Eddie hasn't slipped away while Steve slept.

They lie together in a room Steve doesn't recognise but can tell is home, Metallica drowning out the sounds of the world beyond their bedroom. Steve rolls over in bed and cups a hand to Eddie's cheek. "Wake up, Eddie," he says, and Eddie's nose scrunches as he buries his face back in the pillow with a grumbled, "five more minutes."

Most dreams they're back in the Upside Down. Steve fights side by side with Eddie, staring on in horror as the swarm brings him down, or he arrives back at the trailer park to find Eddie in Dustin's arms, blood on his lips when Steve kisses him goodbye.

Sometimes, he reaches Eddie in time to save him.

Time passes. The routine stays the same. Steve reaches the final page of The Hobbit in the 2am stillness of the hospital and sets the book down with a sigh. "Well, you've really gotta wake up now, dude," he says, brushing a stray curl away from Eddie's face. "'Cause no way am I reading you the whole series."

He stifles a yawn and rests his head in his free hand, the other still curled tight around Eddie's, waiting for a twitch of movement, some tiny hint of a response. His breathing falls into time with the rhythmic beeps and hissing of the equipment, and slowly Steve's eyes close.

"Steve?" It's Eddie's voice. He's stood in the doorway when Steve spins round, still wearing his bloody, tattered Hellfire t-shirt, eyes wide as he stares back at his own body.

He looks like he's seen a ghost, looks like he did that day back in the boathouse: small and terrified and in no way equipped to deal with the madness he was being dragged into. Steve had ached for him then. He aches for Eddie again now.

Eddie only drags his gaze away from the bed when Steve touches a hand to his blood-stained cheek.

"It's okay, Eddie," Steve says gently, like any sudden move might scare him away. "You're okay. All you need to do is wake up."

Before Eddie can respond Steve's blinking awake, the dream slipping away through his fingers. His heart thuds against his ribs as he looks around the room, just in case. But Eddie's still asleep beside Steve, still lost somewhere inside himself.

Steve buries his face in his hands and lets a single, quiet sob escape his chest.

The next time Steve sleeps, he doesn't dream of Eddie.

He wakes with an aching kind of emptiness in his chest and dread curling in his gut. It's a long time before he finds the strength to drag himself out of bed and shuffle downstairs.

There's a flashing light on the answering machine when he does. Bracing himself, Steve hits play.

"Steve, it's Wayne Munson," the voice crackles on the tape. "He's awake."

[spinnyspinnyspinnnn]

Since there's an off chance all us Americans getting nuked in November, there's one last thing(not really) I feel I have to share with you:

I do not understand why antis harass proshippers. Really, I don't. I don't see a real point in the matter. And here's some potential arguments I see, and why I think it might be wrong, aside than the morals of harassment.

"But they're all kid diddlers-"

Most of them are kids, from what I've seen, and the ones that are actual kid diddlers who intend to do the diddling are typically shunned from their community.

"But it's a harmful coping mechanism-"

What if they don't have anything else, huh? I'm not trying to really defend the shit but I'd rather see proshippers post incest and age-gap stuff than watch someone else fall to much more graphic coping mechanisms that might end up killing them. And even if it isn't a coping mechanism, why is that our business?

"But proshipping is bad-"

Bad? Maybe. But antis have also watered down their terms. From the research I've done, it's being anti-harassment. Not caring what people do in fiction. It's a stance a lot of us could and should take on, because being against harassment is a good thing. If you bring that shit into real life, then yeah you're a piece of garbage, but I don't see the point in bringing it into fandom spaces and being shunned for it. People have mentioned how proship used to be a default, that us antis are basically the fandom version of purity culture. I don't get it.

"But it's so graphic and-"

That's plain hypocritical and you know it. So many of us antis enjoy dark and graphic media. Hell, I'm writing something with multiple graphic, violent scenes and awful relationships that, since I'm nearing 18 the more I write this project, may end up mildly n$fw at some points if the shoe fits. If we can indulge in our yanderes, in our torture scenes, in our "toxic yuri/yaoi," and all those other things.. the stuff they do seems not that much different, other than maybe the sexual points. Then again, so many books and movies exist that are graphic and s3xual that antis enjoy that it really doesn't matter. If we can indulge in that fucked up stuff, why can't they indulge in their fucked up stuff? What's the real difference here?

But {insert obvious rage bait-}"

Clearly, you've fallen for stuff you shouldn't. You don't need to "fix their headcanons," that's their whole point. People who post shit like that just want attention. And attention you constantly give them. Same with the art posts. You don't need to fix the bait, dude. It's nothing to get angry over, there's bigger fish in the sea.

From what I've seen, most actual proshippers just want to be left the fuck alone, to stop being harassed by us. If we're the "good guys" in fictional, fandom spaces, why do we go out and tell those people to die, to get assaulted, to get abused and harmed, and how to do awful things to themselves, all because of their stance on fandom spaces and the things they may or may not even ship? Are we really being "good" there? Or are we just under the guise that we're good by protecting those characters while we completely disregard how disgusting and horrendous it actually is to say things to real people and real kids?

By the original stance that proshipping and profiction meant(anti-harassment, leave people be, etc.), what proshippers actually claim to be nowadays, most of us could, in a technical sense, be considered proship/profic. That includes myself. If we use the definition most antis who harass proshippers use, that being those who enjoy problematic ships and condone these things IRL, that wouldn't fit. And only one of those things, the problematic ships part, could be considered under the profiction stance as either comship(complicated ship, from what I can tell), or darkship(which is the really messed up shipping tropes that you'd see headcanons of in rage bait posts, but actually taken seriously and thought of instead of being used for attention).

If you read to the end, this is just food for thought. Feel free to block me if you don't agree with any of this. Or, if you have something I'm missing, feel free to engage in some casual discussion with me. I'm not asking to fight or stir up drama, this is just how I feel about things and if you have a different opinion you want to talk about, go ahead and mention it.

Be civil, people and creatures alike. I'll be using tags from both communities to allow a healthy debate on this post. You'll be blocked if you start fighting people or myself.

[britany1997]

Just saw Paul and Fishy requests are open!! So maybe Fishy helps Paul clean his nest/room by telling the order to clean stuff and when he can take breaks? Like it got to the point Fishy somehow forced him to haha.

Hope ur having a great day today

An Impossible Task

Hey Webs! After a month of not being able to write anything for the boys, I thought a Paul and Fishy fic would be the best return😌 Thanks for this super cute request! Hope you enjoy this!

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Fishy shivered in his bowl as he surveyed the wreckage of Paul’s alcove in the cave. Clothes littered the floor in piles, flies hovering around them. Fishy could almost see noxious fumes wafting off the unwashed clothes.

Fishy figured this was why he’d seen Paul in the same mesh shirt, white pants ensemble every night this week. Paul would sniff test and sniff test until he couldn’t anymore to avoid doing his laundry. Fishy guessed Dwayne had tired of doing it for him.

Paul’s floor, and other surfaces not covered by clothes, were covered in half-empty pizza boxes with furry green slices, Chinese food take-out boxes with noodles slimier than worms, and various sticky substances, and not the kind Paul usually preferred…Fishy hoped.

Fishy was stumped as to why Paul even had so many boxes of food when he didn’t even need them for sustenance. Paul just liked the taste, and with his metabolism permanently fixed for a man in his 20s, Paul could eat whatever he wanted.

Fishy looked around the room in fear. It was no secret that Paul was a bit of a slob, but it’d never gotten this bad before. Fishy couldn’t even breathe air, but he still felt like he was suffocating from the harsh smell. Paul may be in denial, but even he had to know things had gotten bad. He hadn’t brought a girl or guy home in two whole weeks!

Fishy didn’t want to come right out and tell Paul his room was a hellhole, Paul could be sensitive.

Fishy swam in circles pondering what to do. After he floated past his plastic tree for the hundredth time, he knew what he had to do.

Paul sped into his room, his foot catching on a pile of clothes causing him to tumble and roll until he collided with the table Fishy’s bowl rested on.

Fishy’s eyes widened at the contact as the water in his bowl swished back and forth. Thankfully, though Fishy was shaken, the bowl had not toppled.

Paul rubbed his forehead, “hey bud what’s up?”

Fishy blinked back his reply to Paul.

“That’s great bud, my night was good too, I watched Marko beat up on this asshole on the boardwalk for touchin his jacket, if Dwayne hadn’t stopped em, Marko probably would’ve torn into his throat right there! The dude was trying to…” Paul trailed off when he got a closer look at Fishy’s bowl.

Fishy’s tree was strewn across the bottom of his bowl, partially covered in his aquarium rocks and fish flakes. Rocks were lining the top of the little shelter he had and the bowl itself was covered in green algae.

“Uh Fishy…” Paul began, “what’s up with your bowl?” His eyebrows furrowed in concern.

Fishy swam around his bowl in mock concern for his surroundings, he adamantly waved a fin at Paul.

“Yeah bud, you do need to clean up, it’s a mess in there.”

Paul pointed to the flakes, “look you’ve got old food all over the place! That’s gross man!” Fishy blinked affirmatively

“All your stuff thrown everywhere?” Paul shook his head, “Fishy, you’ve gotta take better care of your things man?” Fishy wiggled his fin in agreement.

Paul reached into Fishy’s bowl gently to brush rocks from his shelter and stand his tree upright as Fishy worked to clear the rest of his bowl.

When they’d finished, Paul smiled with pride at the sight of Fishy’s freshly clean and sparkling bowl. The vision of Fishy’s home caused Paul to take notice of his own.

The piles of clothes, the discarded food, the sticky substances, Paul realized his space wasn’t looking to great either.

Paul turned back to Fishy, “hey man have you noticed what a mess it is in here?”

Fishy pretended to be shocked as he looked around.

Paul scanned the room, cringing as he realized the work that was ahead of him. “Well Fishy, guess I should clean up my room too.”

Paul brushed dirty clothes off his vinyl player and popped in Shout At The Devil, before pulling out a trash bag and getting to work.

Fishy watched the half empty pizza boxes and moldy takeout boxes disappear as Paul flitted around the room.

He offered splashes and bubbles of encouragement as Paul cleaned, bringing a smile to the vampire’s face.

Once Paul had taken care of the trash, he grabbed a laundry basket to tackle the dirty clothes.

His face twisted in confusion as he threw clothes into the basket. “I feel like these never use to pile up before…”

As Paul trailed off, Fishy decided to keep his mouth shut about Dwayne’s contribution to the lack of laundry monstrosity before now.

Paul shrugged as he carried the smelly mass of clothes out of his room and tossed them into the laundry machine.

He returned with cleaning spray and a rag. Paul furiously wiped down every single surface.

He went to lick whatever blue liquid was stuck to his nightstand, but the frantic waving of Fishy’s fin stopped him before he could.

Once Paul’s room was sparkling, he sprayed some cleaner on the outside of Fishy’s bowl and wiped that down as well.

When Paul had finished Fishy let out three bubbles.

“I should be thanking you bud,” Paul smirked, “don’t think I don’t know what you were trying to pull today.”

Fishy flapped his fin in embarrassment at being caught.

“Don’t worry about it buddy, I know you were just trying to help me out.” Paul hugged Fishy’s bowl, “and it does look a lot better in here.”

Paul smirked, “clean enough to bring someone home now that I think about it…”

If Fishy could roll his eyes, he would.

“But not tonight buddy, tonight can be just for us,” Paul smiled as he climbed onto bed and pulled Fishy’s bowl into his lap.

The boys fell into comfortable silence as they listened to the musical stylings of Mötley Crüe, enjoying each others company in a much cleaner, much better smelling bedroom.

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Paul and Fishy Taglist❤️:

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[pico-digital-studios]

Into, Across and Beyond! Scripting: Funkinverse Crossover Ending

(Inspired by the ending of No Straight Roads (UNMARKED SPOILERS FOR THAT HERE), and by @robovoidfrog's Funkinverse AU)

A few moments had passed following The X's successful defeat, which was not made easy. It really did take everything the many hundreds of -friends had to finally wear the monster's strength down, and though Benjamin managed to invoke an even fight against him using the ECHO powers, he was still quickly overpowered.

It took it all, but Salty and everyone else managed to pull through and burn him out enough for his abilities to be hijacked, leaving him a heavily-glitching mess of an entity. And in the last moments, Cam had helped out. He pulled a huge sacrifice to dispose of The X's threat, and though Salty tried to talk him down from having to do so, he had already made up his mind.

After all was said and done, Salty, Gracie, Brooke, Benjamin, BluBuni and Kenji descended down a building-side elevator from the apartment block, seeing the city cheering for the work they managed to do.

Brooke: Heh, look at that. Philly's cheering for us, especially you, Salty.

Salty: H-Heh, yeah.

Gracie: Heh, well done, Salty. You're a hero!

Salty smiled to his two multiversal best friends, his trust in them both rekindled in the aftermath of the final battle.

Benjamin: How's that, Kenji? You managed to redeem yourself after all that happened. Isn't that great?

He noticed Kenji didn't respond, looking down at the ground glumly.

Benjamin: Kenji? Are you alright?

He turned to them, holding his damaged microphone.

Benjamin: Oh, gosh! Your microphone! Did it break during the fight?

BluBuni: Should we try to fix it?

Kenji: ...I don't deserve any hero's welcome. Not after the wrongs I did...

He just dropped his mic on the floor as the elevator stopped at the ground level.

News Reporter: You all did it! You saved Philly from being annihilated by a giant monster hedgehog! ...Hang on. Aren't a couple of you enemies of Boyfriend (Salty)? What gives?

Kenji: Well, I changed. Catch you all later.

Salty: Kenji?

News Reporter: Woah woah woah. This opens up SO many questions. Are you retiring from your own career? Are you buddies with Boyfriend now? Who was the one piloting that helicopter before?

Gracie: Well, erm, we'll get back to you on that.

Kenji was about to leave, before Salty stopped him.

Salty: Dude, you think I'd just let you solely waltz off without seeing the good things you did? You could've continued going down the path Cam forced you through, yet, thanks to Ben here, you instead chose to help me, alongside with hundreds of these guys, save my home. Honestly, for that, you and all the other -friends have my deepest gratitude.

Kenji: O-Oh. I-It was nothing. Couldn't have done it without everyone's help. Honestly, I better make a move. Got things I need to fix up back home.

Gracie: Kenji? Everyone's here to celebrate the achievements we've done. Don't you feel it's a bit rude to just leave?

Benjamin: Heh, you know, I've done stuff like this tons of times. Why not give the people some words of encouragement?

Benjamin led him to the front of the plaza where the population was cheering.

Kenji: Sorry, everyone. I made a lot of mistakes. I may not like all types of music, but that's okay.

Judith: You know, I'm glad you brought that up.

Judith stepped up.

Judith: I and many other Boyfriends and Girlfriends aren't free of our own wrongdoings, and I'm taking full responsibility for my actions and those Cam Malicious had caused. Having said that, I intend to fix this misstep right away, right here and right now.

Brooke: Some of us had a discussion before our final fight, and we have agreed that every -friend deserves better than this.

Judith: In this sense, no one person should be given absolute power over the music-makers of the Funkinverse. Because of this, I'll be helping rebuild the Funkin' Society from the ground-up; not as a strike force, but as a safe social place for any Boyfriend or Girlfriend, professional or early-starter, to bond together without strict agendas or negativity. A new system where they're all welcome to perform throughout a new planned-out locale. We shall celebrate equality for everyone! Equality and shared rights for all!

The -friends around them cheered, all happy with the idea.

Brooke: And as a first step, I'm honoured to offer my companions in both Funkin' Gangs positions in the new Funkin' group! It would mean a great deal for us if you could join our cause to allow safe bonding for any and all -friends across the Funkinverse. What say you guys?

BluBuni: An actual safe space for all aspiring singers? Count me in!

Benjamin: Heh. Even though I'm close to officially retiring from my music career, that's something I wouldn't mind.

Salty looked out to the cheering crowd, himself still not sure about it for now.

Salty: I... I can't!

Judith: You can't?

Salty: I'm not really... ready yet, not at this time, especially with all that went on. I'll think about it, but... thanks for the offer.

Kenji: Honestly, me neither... I wanted a chance to be treated with respect so much, that I forgot why I started doing music in the first place...

Benjamin: Ah, yeah. I can tell you've still got a lot you need to sort out back home, especially with your family.

Aloe: So you plan to remain indie, in that sense?

Kenji: I-I dunno, but... thanks a lot for the offer. I-I'm honoured, really. Even after w-what I did, you're all being v-very nice... b-but I need to lay low for some t-time. This is a l-lot for me to process, I'm s-sorry.

Kenji began walking off.

Gracie: So, what now?

Salty: I mean, we can always keep connected through this, right? Even if not as top members.

Brooke: Heh, true that. Honestly, I'm happy we're still a close team in our own right.

Benjamin had another idea in mind for Kenji.

Benjamin: Hey, Kenji! Catch!

He threw his electronic handheld keyboard set to Kenji, who caught it while bewildered.

Kenji: Huh?!

Benjamin: Take good care of it for me, alright?

Kenji (shocked): I... I can't accept this!

Benjamin: My love for music remains strong as ever, but my public performing days are behind me now. Someone else needs to continue that mantle, and I knew you deserved the chance.

Judith: Ben, Blu, Kenji, Salty, Gracie? You're all performers! Where I've failed, I want all of you to go beyond! You guys, carry on the journey for us! Long live music!

Salty, Gracie, Ben and BluBuni smiled to each other, knowing they deserved the high gratitude, though as for Kenji, he started tearing up, finally letting out the grief he had gone through for so long.

Kenji: T-Thank y-. Thank you!

He fell to his knees, sobbing his heart out as Aloe knelt next to him.

Aloe: Uh, Kenji?

Kenji (still sobbing): Thank yooooooooooou...

Aloe: Kenji, you okay?

With that, the -friends were all set to head back to their dimensions for a well-earned rest (and perhaps some time to mend the wrongs many of them caused). A couple of months later was when a blank dimension was reserved for a whole "Funkin' City" to be created as a hangout lobby for the many multiversal -friends to simply get together and enjoy each other's company, and Grace lent a hand in ensuring it could be built together. In the present, Judith looked out over a balcony (with a picture of Cam and his Girlfriend before the incident) in her pocket.

Judith: Honestly, it's a funny multiverse we live in. You tend to get caught up in your own beliefs, and sometimes, you need to take a step back and remember that the stage doesn't just belong to you. We're all in this together, and the sooner we can acknowledge that across every world, the quicker we can all work towards a common goal.

She looked back at X (DJX) jamming on his DJ system behind her with a smile.

Judith: Many people compose, write or sing music for different reasons. Some do it for self-importance...

We see Brooke playing the banjo while his Grace and Brooke Jr. watch him, alongside Toon BF enjoying time with his family.

Judith: ...some do it to bond with their loved ones...

And then we see Kenji sitting on a rooftop with his Aloe, ready to fix things up where his arc couldn't continue.

Judith: ...and some to understand their purpose in life. But the most important thing to know is this; there are no true wrong answers when it comes to that art.

Cut to Goldie performing live on a stage, hopefully with a proper chance of impressing Minus Girlfriend this time.

Judith: If we continue to lead societies in life that give every kind person the opportunity to be treated as equals, even on Earth-0, we can build whole worlds where true creativity knows no boundaries!

Shots of the newly-built Funkin' City are shown, with the many -friends hanging out in their own little corners, such as Benjamin, Barbara, BluBuni, Evan and Holly ordering some sweet treats together, Soft Benjamin doing some paintings with Soft Pico accompanying him, and even a couple of the Boyfriends performing on a live stage together.

Judith: Well, I'm happy to say that the Funkinverse is steadily headed towards that direction. Never have I seen smiling faces shine so brightly in the land, and it is all thanks to not just those I've worked with, but to the aspiring performers, fans, and everyone who resides in those many worlds.

Finally, we cut to a shot of Salty grabbing his microphone for a stage performance, taking a deep breath at the backstage area.

Judith: And to Salty and Gracie, I thank you too.

Gracie was right there, knowing she couldn't miss this performance in particular. And even sweeter, Itsumi decided to come along to see him perform live to many people.

Judith: You showed well that doing the right thing as a hero and as a performer is a wonderful privilege.

Salty gave the two ladies fist-bumps before he stepped on stage.

Judith: Hehehe... You two canon defiers. Whatever you guys are up to now, I hope you keep doing... what you do best.

Salty: Are you all ready?

Salty was met with an uproar of applause from the audience.

THE END... for now, anyway.

That same evening, Ben and Blu were chilling out at a rooftop with Grace next to them, before a different portal opened up behind them, revealing a face familiar to both Ben and Grace.

EV!Sonic: Hey, guys? You got a second or two?

BluBuni: Huh? Another Sonic?

Benjamin: My own Sonic, Blu!

BluBuni: Sweet!

Grace: What did you need from us?

EV!Sonic: There's something I wanted to ask you about, if it's alright. Kenji accepted a couple of months ago, so I'd like to discuss... a possibility for you guys, too, alongside Bunfriend and Aloe.

To be continued another day...

[beesmygod]

JJBA PART 5, VENTO AUREO IS THE UNDERBAKED MESS I CAN'T STOP THINKING ABOUT FIXING...PART 2

FIX 1: MORE KOICHI FOR THE MASSES

koichi! we love koichi, don't we folks? i know i do.

who's koichi? oh shit, that might be hard to explain.

pictured: koichi, in his dormant, yet most powerful, form.

if you DON'T recognize this little gremlin above, his appeal might be totally lost on you, and his appeal is necessary to understand if i'm going to convince you of what a fucking missed opportunity his narrative purpose could have been.

that's koichi hirose, the short king of morioh. i didnt think i would like him at all after realizing he was being set up as the deuteragonist and companion to the titular jojo of part 4, josuke. like, who the fuck was this little dork? get outta here! im here to see the joestars kidnap children and have homoerotic adventures. i am not here to be subjected to the trials and tribulations of a friendless, spineless, standless dipshit. i assumed he was going to be the designated joestar hypeman for the chapter, a role usually carved out for precocious children.

wrong! koichi gets hit with the stand arrow (the arrow the gives you stands, remember this) early on and gets dragged into a frightening battle of good versus evil right in his own backyard. the arrow and the responsibility that comes with it acts as the main catalyst for his transformation from nottie to hottie. in contrast to the bastardly joestars and their ilk, koichi is a genuinely kind, empathetic, and honest person; he's intended as a foil to the mischievous josuke. he brings to the table the platonic ideal of an every-man who rises gallantly to the challenges thrown at him because its the right thing to do. the series folds koichi as a main cast member to the point where he is one of the very few people on planet earth to draw a smile and praise out of jotaro kujo.

who's jotaro kujo? uhhh.

hmm. i'm getting to my point. but it might require a chart:

POINT: jotaro kujo, the man who probably has with the strongest stand in universe, who appears in 4 chapters out of a total of 9, and who is probably one of the most recognizable and beloved characters in manga history, trusts literally one person on the entire planet: koichi hirose.

SO:

when koichi shows up in part 5 right from the jump to act as the part 4 connective tissue, there is absolutely no reason why he can't stick around for longer than he does canonically so that he can satisfyingly fulfill his role as official vibe checker. let him be important!

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oh my god, i can hear jojo fans groaning as they scroll through all that shit. so what?! did you make me read all that just to say "there should have been more koichi?!"

look, i need to make sure "we're" all on the same page and understand the perspective i'm coming from. "we", in this case, being the audience of both jojo fans this is primarily aimed at and fandom rubberneckers (greetings friends) who shouldn't have to comb a wiki exhaustively to decode my unhinged ramblings. it's essential background info that koichi is a fan favorite both in canon and in fandom. we gotta understand the role he wound up playing in the overarching struggle of good versus evil in his hometown to understand his narrative role in part 5.

YES. there SHOULD have been more koichi! but not just because we like to see him! he provides an established, trusted moral backbone for the audience. his reputation as a reliable guy is such that jotaro sends him on his own to investigate a young man who may be related to the dreaded bisexual nemesis of the joestar bloodline, dio brando. this is a big fucking deal. if dio has a kid that's really bad. how many backup plans did this guy have (answer: dude you have no idea).

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ugh! part 5 koichi! if you really want to scream look up how he looks in the rohan spin off series.

in ep 1 of the "golden wind", koichi arrives in italy looking for our new jojo, giorno giovanna (who sucks, but that's a whole kettle of fish we can only barely touch on now). koichi, who has the street sense of one of those dogs that gets carried around in a luxury purse, instantly gets robbed by petty street criminal giorno in a rare burst of personality never seen again after this initial story-line.

okay whatever. after skipping a few eps, giorno and koichi team up to defeat the first stand together after drawing its ire during giorno's weird mafia test. the stand, black sabbath, stabs its victims with a stand arrow (the arrow that gives stands), causing them to either die or gain powers. this might be controversial, but its my personal opinion that its probably not good for a mafia to have a factory that creates jerks with super powers and its right to try to shut that down. after the fight, giorno reveals his dream to koichi of joining the mafia with the explicit purpose of reforming it from within. koichi promises not to report to jotaro about the fact that there's ANOTHER STAND ARROW until after giorno is initiated into the gang. god. jesus christ.

first of all, this GANG-STAR thing is the silliest shit anyone has ever heard. this is literally his for real goal throughout the entire story-line. which could have been great! but people within the fiction should react to this like hes telling them he's going to invent the first bicycle for fish instead of looking at him with the kind of wonder and glory you reserve for jesus christ himself. this train of thought leads to too many thoughts about giorno's lack of personality, so let's set it aside for now. i think giorno should maintain this insane goal, but he should actively have to convince people that he is capable of doing something that fucking nuts.

second, no way would koichi agrees to this absolutely braindead truce lol. koichi doesn't know giorno from adam; the sense we're supposed to get is that koichi innately senses that he's a good guy from his little speech and we, the audience, are supposed to take his word for it. but there is nothing convincing or authentic in how the situation plays out. there's a level of naivety/stupidity applied to the characters involved for this situation to work at all: i dont know why telling jotaro in florida that there's a stand arrow in italy would impact giorno's mafia standing at all. especially considering the arrow breaks and no longer functions shortly after giorno's initiation. koichi should find giorno's dreams and desires spurious and continue his investigation for jotaro, both to impress him and because its the right thing to do. he should also be like "heh, i took care of a stand arrow for you mister kujo". let him have another win. fuck it. why not.

third, koichi doesn't know that the stand arrow is destroyed and i have a hard time believing that he, a victim of said arrow, would do anything other than raise serious alarms over the proliferation of objectively evil stand users in italy where dio's son coincidentally happens to live. the following arc in which giorno and his new team mates go on a hunt for a hidden treasure should have been a series of demonstrations to koichi that italy was being cleaned up by a joestar (as opposed to the danger of being exploited by a brando) and was ultimately in good hands. this would require giorno to get some wins in during this time so he would actually have to do something for a change.

keeping koichi around long past where he does in canon could and should have given giorno a chance to demonstrate a different form of heroism to contrast the pure-hearted pursuit of justice championed by koichi. in eventually winning over a familiar and trustworthy character, giorno would have proved himself to be more than just "dio's son", a fact which should have hung over this part like a dark cloud.

but that's. that's next time.

[3cremepie3]

Twisted confession pt 1.

Twisted wonderland text fic 16+ idia x reader

Warnings- cuss words, flirting, suicide (joking way), offensive joking

A/n - I’m new to twisted wonderland sorry if this is non-cannon. But Idia is comfortable with the reader keep that in mind.

Idia 🔥

Idia - Y/n… 🫣

Y/n - Yes Idia?

Idia - I got your letter that shocked me /gen

Y/n - letter?!

Y/n - don’t tell me… 😵‍💫

Idia - Yeah your kitty handed it to me

Idia - He’s so cute I wanted to pet him so badly but he burned me 🥹 *deleted text*

Y/n - I saw that before you deleted it, you sly man! 😏

Y/n - Anyways he wasn’t supposed to hand that to you! You were supposed to get the essay we worked on. 😳

Idia - oh it not meant for me then. BRB gonna go cry under the covers 😟.

Y/n - No idia!

Y/n- it was meant for you… I was just too scared to bring it. Especially in magical history class I know you would hate the attention from all our classmates.

Idia - Yay then I don’t gotta Kms anymore!

Y/n - wait what?! 😦

Idia - I was jk.

Y/n - Okay then 😰

Idia - at least someone is worried about me. Orthro is busy updating and even I king of no social interaction ever needs to talk to someone.

Y/n - none of your gamer friends are online? Or are you just making excuses to talk to me? 🤭

Idia - They're all begging me to get on but you’re more important.

Y/n - aww stop I’m gonna blush ☺️

Idia - I would like to see that

Y/n - wanna FaceTime?

Idia - sure give me a minute

A/n - He definitely tried his best to clean his mess of a room aka stuffing everything in his closet. Then he fixed himself up brushing through his tangled hair.

Y/n - Idia it’s been 20 minutes. You said it would take 1 😡!

Idia - sorry you can call me now

Call accepted ✔️

“Idia why is it pitch black I can’t see a thing,” you asked. “Wait I gotta take the tape off my camera.” It's still black Idia,” you scoffed. “Let’s me turn on my lights then.” You heard him hiss as the lights turned on.

“When’s the last time you went outside Idia.” I haven’t since Friday.” So it’s been 2 whole days?” Yup, that’s pretty normal for me,” he stated. “I’m fine here in my room don’t worry.”

“No, I'm worrying Idia you need to get out and touch some grass.” Take a shower do something.” I’ll only touch one thing and it’s not grass,” he smirked. “You better not say me,” you blushed. “Nope, I was gonna say DEEZ NUTZ!” He let out a loud cackle at his joke.

He stopped laughing after realizing your reaction. “I’m sorry I couldn’t help it, dude!” I’m about to hang up Idia!” No don’t leave me Y/n,” he whined. “Fine, I’ll stay only cause you begged me.”

“That was so corny.” You rolled your eyes. “It’s was Y/n but seriously can’t we meet up it’s not like your hours away.” Your right want to meet in the courtyard?” The courtyard,” he gasped?!

“No there are way too many people!” Then how about the hall of mirrors?” Not that place either I always get a strange feeling someone is behind me. Then I turn around and there was no one there.”

“Stop that’s so scary,” you shivered. “Kidding,” he laughed. “Good I go there all the time I don’t need any more ghosts around me,” you sighed. “We’ll I'm okay with meeting there in like 10 y/n if I see another human then I’m out” Okay see you in 10 Idia!

10 minutes later

“Idia!” You rushed towards him your arms out for a hug. But he stepped away at the last second causing you to plop on the ground. “Owwie,” you winced. “Sorry.” He helped you back up. “It’s just I’ve never hugged a person I li-liked before.” I'm scared.” He spoke while backing away from you.

“We’ll there’s always time for something new.” Come on you need to touch something other than that keyboard.” And you need to hug something other than that body pillow.”

“How did you know I had a body pillow Y/n?!” I snuck into your room one night to collect a strand of your hair.” And you laid there hugging it as you slept.” I should’ve been in the place of that pillow!” I’m gonna burn it right in front of you.”

“No not my precious pillow.” Fine, I’ll hug you bring it in.” He held his arms out closing his eyes as you approached. You hugged him tightly lifting him a bit off your ground then snuggled your head into his chest. He melted into your warmness untensing his body.

“Maybe this is better than hugging my pillow.” You smell a lot better too.” Aww, thanks but when you go home you need to take a shower babe.” Fine ill touch some water,” he sighed.

[fierceawakening]

Aftermath:

A research facility. Some scientists on whichever plane, it’s not important, have gathered up the comatose Phyrexians and are keeping them in stasis. It seems wrong to slaughter them all, knowing that many fought against Norn’s commands until they couldn’t any more.

Idealistic young scientist who feels bad for them wakes one up, just to see what will happen. Massive containment protocols, every sort of shield magic possible.

Dude wakes up. Flesh-born, had a wife and daughter before being turned. Wakes up profoundly disoriented, wailing in grief because he can’t hear anyone else in the oil (as Phyrexia is out of range and the others around are unconscious.) Its like COVID messing with your sense of taste but worse: I should be feeling something. Instead I’m alone.

Scientist is scared, knows the others would take the outburst as proof he’s still hostile. She waits him out.

He gradually stops thrashing and shrieking, and begins to remember what happened. Norn is gone so he’s no longer under her sway, and he gradually recalls things like the invasion. Wails in horror again—I did that? No no no!—but quiets more quickly now as he starts to make sense of where he is and what’s going on.

He asks about the other Phyrexians, his siblings. She replies that they’re here and they’re sleeping, and that waking him was a test and one everyone else in the facility was against. He understands quickly that he is in the weak position here and needs to appear docile even if he’s angry, lest the powers that be decide his siblings are too dangerous and kills them all.

Head Scientist Guy wants nothing more than to do precisely this. So Awake is seething but can’t behave aggressively.

Awake is good enough at this they ultimately reward his good behavior by waking someone else. Awake is elated to feel someone else in the oil and Is A Dad, so vows to help the other learn to get along. It’s not entirely fair, but they did participate in an invasion…

Second is having none of this. He decides the thing to do is find a way to infect Head Scientist Guy and free the rest of the Phyrexians. Awake wants to help, but knows it’s wrong. “Norn stole us, brother. We can’t steal them. It ends here.” And kills him, with much angst and regret.

Head Guy of course is still not swayed, as he is several turds in a flesh suit. But Nice Gal understands, and arranges for Awake to see his flesh daughter.

Awake is elated. He loves his kid! She is of his flesh, the same way his siblings in the stasis pods are of his oil. It’s all the same. Kiddo is scared, Dad is a big monster! And did mean things!

Dad explains that Evil Queen made him do the mean things, and it doesn’t fix what’s broken, but he’s sorry, and he thinks his sleeping friends are sorry too, and he loves his kid whatever either of them are made of.

Kid gradually becomes more comfortable with Dad, who isn’t the same as he was but loves her. Dad starts to feel tempted to turn her… she’s so SMALL! and FRAGILE! and YOUNG! and WILL DIE!

Kid realizes something is up and confronts him. He admits he’s scared of her being flesh and Worries and Wants To Fix. He starts to become convinced he should, whatever she says, but then stops himself. “Do… you want to?”

She shakes her head vehemently. No.

He slumps and reactivates the force field between them. “Then I will not.” He touches the field, lets it burn him, to show her he means it. “You see?”

She nods.

“I’ll help you wake the others,” says Nice Science Lady.

[jayktoralldaylong]

Shi Qingxuan is throwing a slumber party. All the gods are invited. There's just one catch. It's a girl's-only slumber party. To get in, they have to come in their female form. So who's attending? Let's go! 😆 (Note, these are just my opinions, feel free to add yours):

Ming Yi - Ming Yi no longer has anything to lose. She's been doing thing for way too long now. She shows up before everyone else so she can devour twice as much food.

Pei Ming - Much to Shi Qingxuan's absolute horror, Pei Ming is the next guest to show up. The famous is general is in fact shameless enough to switch genders so she can check out what the other gods look like as girls. 😎 Besides, much to her pleasure, her female form is sexy and she wants to see how many lesbians she can pull.

Ling Wen - Pei Ming dragged her along. She doesn't have time for this and has too much work to do. However, it is a nice change to have a goddess gathering, especially with all of the issues with her gender and the misogynistic times. She gets to hang out with the chill goddesses in heaven without too much effort on her part since she gets to come as herself. She needs the rest and self love.

Shi Wudu - She was surprisingly very hard to drag into this party. "If I go along with this it will only encourage Shi Qingxuan's nonsense" she said. She showed up anyway cause all her best friends were going and her sibling was hosting. It would be rude not to go. Of course she's shown up as the best dressed gal, with a slit in her dress and everything. Pei Ming fails at pretending not to oogle her. The three tumours definitely spend the rest of the night gossiping and giggling like mean girls.

Xie Lian - Let's face it, Xie Lian is coming as a cross dressing dude. MXTX was very explicit about how Xie Lian feels about being a woman. I think all the emphasis was to make sure no one got it twisted. Xie Lian does not turn into a girl to have sex, he is 100% a gay man. He is a man who's in love with a man and it's something he does not want to erase. Shi Qingxuan will make an allowance for him, but he's definitely crossdressing in a pretty white dress.

Hua Cheng - We're not gonna explain how he got there but he's attending anyway. He will be joining his cross dressing husband. Hua Cheng is probably more thrilled about crossdressing than Xie Lian is. He's got earrings, heels, a sexy red dress that Xie Lian can't stop staring at (and feeling a little jealous when others' stare. Probably gonna end up leaving that party early so they can do something about all the worked up feelings Xie Lian is gonna have).

Mu Qing - Mu Qing heard about the party and had no intention of intending. Then he heard Xie Lian would be there. He helped Xie Lian into his dress because Xie Lian is terrible at makeup. Xie Lian insisted he come too. Mu Qing came too. She's a little shy at the party. She gets even shyer when everyone tells her how pretty she is. They're amazed by it. All those compliments send her hiding somewhere so she can social recharge.

Feng Xin - He also had no plans on going till he heard Mu Qing was going so of course he showed up. She was also stunned by how pretty Mu Qing looked. Mu Qing helped her fix her hair cause it was a mess. Pause at the awkward moment where they're closer than they expected to each other. Split to opposite ends of the party. Keep bumping into each other. End the party kind of curled up together cause it's just warmer that way and they're still getting used to their new bodies.

Quan Yizhen - Got invited and came as a dude. There was nothing anyone could do about it. Quan Yizhen didn't know how to change into his female form and he didn't see why he should. Someone got Yin Yu. Quan Yizhen finally switched to female. She was absolutely adorable. Especially how she followed Yin Yu around for the rest of the night. Qué curly haired girl in the most adorable robes marching after Yin Yu everywhere.

Yin Yu - Somehow found himself bundled to a party with Crimson Rain and given spiritual powers so he could switch genders. All because his former junior was causing trouble (yet again, surprise surprise. Yin Yu doesn't get paid enough for this). Qi Ying is even cuter as a girl though so Yin Yu can't really complain. She pets her hair and they spend the rest of the slumber party together.

Qi Rong - (So somehow the calamities are attending too). She just wanted to show off being the hottest girl in the room. Failed miserably. Tried to beat Ming Yi at eating all the food in anger. Failed miserably yet again. Cried to Guzi 💀 (Who was allowed in since he's just a kid). Got chased around by Lang Qianqiu. Ended the party curled up fast asleep with her arms protectively around Guzi in a hidden unnoticed spot at the slumber party.

Lang Qianqiu - Didn't really want to go (Busy dealing with teenage angst), all that changed when he heard Qi Rong was at the party. She stormed in just like her male counterpart always does (like a wrecking ball!). Chased Qi Rong everywhere. Got distracted blushing over Xie Lian. Hua Cheng noticed. Hua Cheng proceeds to give a display of how close he and Xie Lian are. Lang Qianqiu backs off after that. Gets with Shi Qingxuan with heavy drunk singing about angst, love and innocence shattered.

Pei Su - Got pardoned for the night so she could be Pei Ming's little helper. She ended up spending most of the night with Banyue, blushing at her compliments and feeding each other snacks.

Banyue - Was excited that she could attend. Followed Xie Lian everywhere and happily did whatever she was doing. Got distracted when she saw Pei Su. Fawned over how pretty she looked.

Yushi Huang (Rain Master) - She was the last to show as she was surprised anyone was inviting her for something. She also doesn't get out much and had to be kicked from her farm so she could have a bit of fun for once in her beautiful life. She settled beside Ling Wen and actually enjoyed the event.

Jian Lan - Was told no babies allowed and ditched.

Xuan Ji - Was actually given an invitation (cause Shi Qingxuan hadn't realised Pei Ming would show up). Ends up bonding with female Pei Ming who she's ranting to about her horrible ex 💀. Pei Ming has no idea she's Xuan Ji cause they don't exchange names.

Jun Wu - He heard about the party. He thought it was cute. He did not attend. (You'd think wearing a new face wouldn't matter as much. He likes keeping an eye on his favourite son but he's not that desperate. 💀 - I get the feeling Jun Wu wouldn't even know what to do with a female body. He's barely gotten through studying his own).

[celestialanon]

Brothers With a Trans Male Lover

Hello dear readers! So for this post, it’s obviously aimed for a specific audience! It was definitely self indulgent, and I hope I can provide something nice and some comfort to my fellow trans male readers! Please do enjoy this set <3

Lucifer

When he had first met you, he misgendered you on accident. You had politely explained to him that you were a male, and he honestly didn't question it, immediately apologizing to you and fixing his words. It wasn't until you both had gotten closer that you felt the need to explain when he found a binder of yours laying on your bed after laundry day.

He wasn't too surprised. Not that he fully understood what being trans meant, but he had seen a few demons express themselves in such a way that went against the gender norms, and he wondered briefly if maybe they were trans as well without knowing it. While he had many questions, he decided to leave them for another time in favor of telling you that he sees no problem with it and that he has looked at you as the man you were since the day you corrected him.

He often offers to help clean your binders by hand so they don't get ruined otherwise, as well as reminds you when to take it off if it's gotten too late. He wants to make sure you aren't harming yourself any. He always encouraged you to at least give yourself a breather when you were in his room, as he would not see you any differently with or without your binder on.

There was one memorable day you shared, you had overheard a few nosy demons murmuring about you in the hall. Harsh words that you've heard before, but words that stung just a bit more when Lucifer's name got thrown in the conversation. A new fear came along with the already existing dread of your identity: what did it look like to stand beside Lucifer like this?

He had noticed you unfocused at his desk, staring at your assignment and mindlessly messing with the pen in your hand. He went over and placed a hand at your shoulder, watching your face twist in discomfort. Your words fell out of your mouth before you could stop them.

"Aren't you embarrassed being with someone like me?" Lucifer had froze above you, looking down at you with shock.

"Wouldn't it be better for you to be with a real man, or woman. I-I'm not not ruining your image, am I?" Your voice had become small, and he could hear the strain in it as you clearly forced yourself to stay composed. He merely shook his head, getting to your level before pulling you in a tight hug against his chest.

"You are a real man, my dear. I feel nothing but pride when having you by my side." He brushed the short strands of hair at your ear, leaning in close so you could hear him better.

"Never doubt yourself over such thoughts again, I've never wanted anyone as I've wanted you."

Mammon

At first, he honestly thought you were into cross dressing. Not that he really cared, he's seen his brother do it before, so it wasn't a big deal if that was the case. And you pulled it off quite well! But he soon realized he was wrong when you gave him a glare at his accusations, explaining that you were actually transgender. The poor guy, had absolutely no idea what you meant. He was given a detailed explanation by Lucifer, and was instructed to apologize to you immediately.

He found you sitting alone, gathering your things while awkwardly coming to greet you. Being the mess that he was, his apology was all over the place, but you couldn't help but smile at his words. A jumbled mess of "I-I didn't know you were a dude, my bad!" Leading to "I don't care what ya are, why do I gotta babysit?!" You fell into place beside him quickly after, forgetting your initial annoyance with him.

Now, he got defensive whenever someone threw out the wrong word. You'd be the one to tell him it wasn't a big deal, but he'll never forget the look you gave him when he got it wrong. Although he can't relate to you, he's not stupid enough to not notice how much it affects you. How could he not notice? The way you stare at your body in every passing mirror, the way your voice flattens when it sounds a bit high compared to everyone else, even the way he caught you once on your bedroom floor, sorting your clothes as tears stained your sad red eyes.

He quickly made his way to you, shutting your bedroom door behind him and crouching on the floor to meet your face. Your eyes flickered up to his, before turning back down as you quickly wiped at your nose. You couldn't possibly feign this while he was sat right in front of you. You had the urge to bury your face into shirt you were currently folding.

"Why? What happened?" He asked, and when you ignored his question, he released your grip from the shirt and peered closer at you.

"I said, what happened. Don't ignore me." The stern tone in his voice was not one you heard often. It caused more tears to fall down your cheeks.

"N-None of this looks good on me... I'm t-tired of looking this way..." You wiped at your eyes, trying to ignore the way your voice broke and how high it was. Mammon wasn't the best at comforting, but if there was one thing he hated, it was seeing you cry. Absolutely soul crushing. He pat his hands onto his knees, beginning to pull you up with him by your arms.

"Alright, I got the problem. New clothes, right?" When you stared at him with bewilderment, he just smiled. He used the bare skin of the back of his hand to wipe under eyes, pinching your cheeks to stop your frown.

"What? If you don't like any of my clothes I'll buy ya some new stuff. So stop cryin' already, babe. Please..." He made sure the tears stopped before your shopping date.

Leviathan

Levi knew the minute you told him that you were trans. He has heard the term before somewhere on the internet, and immediately accepted you and treated you respectfully. He even asked you to be his "Henry", and started comparing you to more male characters that reminded him of you to see you smile. If you were having a bad dysphoria day, it was cuddles on the beanbag all day wrapped up in one of his large Ruri hoodies.

Levi was someone who seemed to be very comfortable with his masculinity, and you noticed this through his cosplays and behavior at times. If you expressed how much you wanted to be comfortable with yourself in the same way, he would help you by taking it slow. He invites you to get your nails painted with Asmo, to cosplay a female with him (mainly Ruri), or even shows you how to main females in the various games he plays. He never forgets to remind you that he never sees you as less of a man when you do so.

On a particularly bad day, you stood right in front of his bathroom mirror, eyeing the curves on your body as you covered your chest with a towel. You couldn't hide the sadness in your frown, just looking at your body sometimes made you feel sick. There was a light knock at the door, and you invited Levi to join you inside. He went red at first glance, but his surprise faltered when he noticed the look on your face.

"M-Mc? What's wrong?" He stood a small distance from you, not wanting to invade your privacy. You shrugged your shoulders, looking down at the binding tape on the counter and clutching the towel more tightly.

"Just stared at my chest too long again, no biggie...." There was a small silence, but you soon felt a nervous pair of arms embrace you from behind, pulling you flush against Levi's chest. In moments like these, where you felt the worst about yourself, he managed to find ways to make you feel otherwise.

"I can help... with the tape." He started, his chin resting atop your head. You could see the unwavering blush on his cheeks as he looked back at you in the mirror.

"O-Only if you want me too! I can leave if not." The tight hold at your waist told you he really didn't want to leave, nor did you mind. In fact, you felt it was a rather sweet gesture. And you trusted Levi more than anyone.

"Yeah, I want you to." So he did just that, listening to your instructions on how to properly wrap your chest, his gaze avoiding yours as much as it could. You wanted to laugh, he was clearly a bit embarrassed, but he was trying his best. When he was done, he asked if it was too tight for you, but he actually managed to wrap it quite snug.

"Thanks, sweetheart." You gave him a kiss in thanks on the lips, and that stupid smile of his that made your heart flutter appeared. It's hard to feel so bad about yourself when he looks at you that way, so full of love.

Satan

Satan had actually learned the term in a book he read. He was quite fascinated with the character and learning their internal struggles, so the first thing he felt for you when you told him was concern. He often asked what made you comfortable and what didn't, and adjusted himself so. He made sure everyone else did the same, at least among his brothers, and payed close attention to any other demons surrounding you. He was the first to correct anyone to misgender you and always apologized on everyone else's behalf.

When you two had gotten much closer, you sat him down and explained that it was okay for him to be less serious on the subject. That you were able to handle yourself against the words of lesser demons. You considered yourself to be quite confident, and he truly admired you for such. So he did as you asked, giving you some air and watching as you held your own against any gossip or awkward stares. It was child's play to you, you didn't care how anyone saw you, as long as you knew who you were yourself.

Like his brother, he would compare you to male characters he really likes. You two often make small jokes with each other, like saying "I guess that makes you gay now." It was an automatic joke, and you shut your mouth after saying it in fear that it would rub him the wrong way. To your surprise though, he just laughed. His smile was wide as he turned the next page of his current book, his light chuckles fading.

"Yeah, I suppose it does, doesn't it?" That's weird. You had previously very rarely ever felt self conscious beside Satan, but for some reason, that joke had you freeze up in your spot. You felt yourself become nervous, rubbing your palms onto your pants to wipe away oncoming sweat. Your eyes met Satan's, worry flashing as you gave him a small smile.

"S-Sorry! I was kidding, just a stupid joke...." To save from humiliation, you picked up a nearby book, trying to forget what had just happened. Why did you feel that way? Was there secretly a part of you that believed Satan didn't love you as much as he said he did? Because you were a trans man? Was that the problem? Girls were never a problem before, but would he have preferred one? How could you just say he was gay now, even if you were joking? Well, there goes your mind again, thinking a mile per minute.

Satan had long already set down his book, turning to you as you personally crushed your spirit into pieces. You were clearly paying no attention to the book in your hands. He tried calling your name a few times, and when that didn't work, he pulled the book out of your hands, finally gaining your attention.

"Love? Why the sudden look? Did I say something wrong?" Your heart sank at his worried expression. You told him not worry himself over you numerous times, but he still did...

"N-No, I'm sorry. I'm the one who said something wrong, I shouldn't have joked like that. You probably felt uncomfortable." Word vomit, multiple apologies, and Satan was trying to wrap his head around what you had said. That uncertain look in your eyes was not one he'd seen often. He carefully grabbed your hands with both of his, giving you all of his attention.

"Mc, I don't feel any discomfort from your joke. Rather, I thought it was fairly accurate..." When you didn't respond to him, a few things began to click into place. He couldn't help but let out a small chuckle, caressing his thumb into the knuckles of your fingers.

"You're a very handsome man Mc, and I feel lucky to be the one you want by your side. I believe that since we are both males, that constitutes for a homosexual relationship, does it not?" There he goes again, pulling out the specifics. You couldn't help but laugh at his serious demeanor. How could you worry yourself so much over a joke like this?

"Yeah, I guess that does make you pretty gay."

Asmodeus

Not only has Asmo learned what being trans meant from Solomon, but he had met many demons that expressed themselves as such as well. It was simple knowledge to him, so he didn't bat an eye when you explained yourself to him. He apologized swiftly before correcting himself and changing absolutely nothing with his advances towards you.

Getting close to Asmo was rather easy, and before long you two had become an item. And truly, it was hard to be insecure about yourself around Asmo. He praised your body like it was a well built sculpture, said your voice was close to heavenly and reminded him of the angels that used to sing to him. Your skin was as smooth as silk sheets and he just wants to sink into it until- well, you get the idea. The compliments were never on hold.

But you did manage to get a bit in the dumps when his small groups of fans came into the picture. They were primarily made up of women, unsurprisingly. That may have been what stung you the most. Deep down you knew Asmo probably didn't have a solid preference, but you wondered if he'd rather have imagined himself with a woman.

You were checking yourself in the mirror, you had slipped on something a little more on the feminine side. It was something from Asmo's closet, and you couldn't help but cringe. You wanted so badly to like it, maybe he would like it too. But instead you just felt miserable.

Asmo had entered the room with his loud greeting, quickly spotting you in the corner as you went stiff in your spot. He eyes you up and down, gasping in small surprise. Your shoulders hung low, and you could feel yourself getting smaller.

"I-Is it weird?" The look on your face showed that you didn't like it, and Asmo immediately caught on to the fact. He went in front of you to place his fingers at your chin, frowning at your frustration.

"Hon, if you don't like it that much, why did you put it on?" You couldn't look away, as he sternly kept you in place, looking at him. When you sighed in defeat, you began moving to undress.

"I don't know. I thought you would probably like this look on me more...."

"Oh no- Mc why would you think that?" He helped you remove your arms through the sleeves, setting the top aside before turning his attention back to you.

"I'm a little afraid.... That you might not like me because of who I am?" You spoke quietly, and he studied your features for a minute.

"Because you're not a girl?" You nodded stiffly, he placed a kiss between the furrow of your brows, pulling back with a small smile.

"I don't care what you are hon, I love you dearly." He gave you another kiss, on the lips this time.

"But please, you are much more sexy in your own clothes rather than mine." At this point, you should have known how head over heels he was for your masculine look. Maybe someday you'd get it.

Beelzebub

Beel had actually believed you were cis from the beginning. Sure, maybe your voice was a bit higher, your height much smaller than the rest of them, and your build not as big. But you passed very well, and he didn't think anything of it, because some guys were just built like that. So he was rather surprised when you explained that you were trans.

He was definitely confused, and had many questions on the matter. He asked why it had to be that way? Why weren't you able to change to the gender you wanted to be? And why did people make such a big deal out of it? At the end of the day, he reminded you that he saw you for what you were, another man surrounded by demon men. Lucky you.

He was extremely supportive when you needed him to be, offering snacks to cheer you up on the bad days, bringing you to his workout sessions if you wanted to gain some muscle. You had excitedly run up to him one day, exclaiming how happy you were to be able to get testosterone.

Of course, you had to explain what that was too. But when he saw the big smile on your face, he couldn't help but cheer along with you. You had asked him in private if he would be willing to help you with your shots, to which he immediately agreed to. But when it came down to it, he was awfully nervous of hurting you. You watched as he shakily brought the needle up to your skin.

"It won't hurt you too bad, right?" He asked, hesitant to make another move. You laughed, giving him a reassuring nod.

"It won't hurt, and it will make me happy when I'm done." You patted your thigh in urgency, and his face cringed. He carefully injected the needle into your thigh, making sure to give it a wipe when he was finished. He looked up at you hurriedly in case of any discomfort. He was relieved to find you completely fine.

"Mc... Don't you get tired of having to do all these things?" He's seen it all with you. The mornings you struggled to slip on your binder, the days you had to correct someone for addressing you the wrong way, he even accompanied you to get your hair cut when it grew too long for your liking.

He truly wondered why you had to try so hard to be yourself, and he felt sad for you. He had rested his hands over your thighs, a defeated look on his features as he thought more about it. You shook your head, cupping his face and getting him to look back up at you.

"I do, but I have to do these things to be comfortable in my own skin." He leaned into your touch, almost placing a kiss at your hand.

"You know you never have to feel uncomfortable around me, right?" Oh, how kind he was...

"Of course I know that."

Belphegor

When he first met you, he was just as clueless as his twin. Except he ended up misgendering you, but offered a simple apology when you corrected him. Maybe you just appeared more on the feminine side, that’s his bad. But then you started explaining all these things about being trans, and he apologized saying he didn’t quite understand.

Not that he didn’t accept you or anything, he just didn’t understand the feeling of not feeling at home in your own skin. He didn’t really get it for a minute, but then he noticed how much you look at yourself. How hard you try to present yourself confidently when you were next to them. How much you had to correct people when they misgendered you.

It started to become frustrating to him. Why did you always have to explain yourself? Couldn’t they see you were just another guy? Was it really that hard to tell? In his eyes you weren’t any different from the rest of them, maybe just a little shorter though…

When he noticed you explaining to another demon classmate of yours, he hurried to your side and started dragging you away by the hand. Your complaints fell on deaf ears, his face twisted in annoyance as he looked back at the demon.

“Belphie? What’s gotten into you?” You managed to tug free before you reached his bedroom door, he turned to you with pouting mug.

“Aren’t you mad?” You looked at him dumbfounded, unsure of how to respond.

“They ask you the same questions everyday. It’s annoying, right? You can get mad.” He crossed his arms at you, waiting for a response. You nervously held onto your arm, surprised at his small outburst. You gave him a smile that you were sure wasn’t all too convincing.

“I-I’m not that mad. I can’t blame others for not understanding, right?” He deadpanned at you, grabbing onto your wrist again and pulling you inside his room. He shut the door with a slam.

“You’re too nice, Mc.” You shrugged at his words, because maybe he was right about that. You could admit to yourself you were a bit annoyed, but there was a good handful of people who understood you too. It wasn’t all bad.

“Just so you know, you can always tell me if you do get mad, or something….” You smiled, letting him lead you to his bed.

“Yeah.”

“…And you’ll never have to explain stuff like that to me either….”

“….Yeah.” Belphie was not the best with words, but you still cherished what he said. You pulled him into a tight hug, whispering a small thanks into his shoulder.

[fivenightsatfreddysfanfiction]

Afton-Herrera Moments 3

Gregory tapped the eraser end of his pencil against his desk as he frowned down at the papers in front of him. Homework was so boring to do, and some of it gave him a headache to focus on if he didn’t have something to fiddle with in one hand to keep him grounded. Still, it had to be done for school, if only to appease Vanessa. And if she didn’t get mad at him for not doing it, Cassie would and she’d get this tone of voice for scolding him that had Gregory want to hide under his desk like a damned coward.

How’d he survive all those months in Freddy’s and then get immediately cowed by his first human friend upon getting out? Kinda embarrassing.

“Hey, Freddy, can you help me with my history homework?” Gregory asked, looking over at the animatronic in his charging pod. Freddy’s ears wiggled as he smiled through the little glass window.

“Of course! I am quite well informed on many historical facts!” he declared cheerfully, “It is known that before bears became extinct, their primary source of nutrition was pizza. This is one of many Faz-Facts!”

Gregory stared at him incredulously for a moment before picking up his book and worksheet. “Um, on second thought, I think I’ll ask Vanessa. You’re still in need of recharging. And maybe a new history lesson, too,” he remarked with a soft laugh. Freddy seemed to consider his words and then nodded.

“My history facts database is likely out of date since I am no longer part of the Pizzaplex network, so I believe you are correct, superstar,” he agreed and smiled again, “Vanessa is an excellent choice for an alternate source of information.”

As much as Gregory loved Freddy, the bear was definitely messed up by Fazbear Entertainment to say the dumbest things sometimes. The sooner he could learn how to work the software for the animatronics, the sooner Gregory could fix him to sound less like a walking ad for pizza.

Heading downstairs, Gregory looked around for where Vanessa could be. Not the laundry room or kitchen, or outside in the yard. The den just had Alex relaxed on the couch, tapping away on his laptop. Only other place she could be would be her and Sydney’s room. Gregory grimaced as he drew close to the door. Did he really want to knock and check if she was there?

“Lucky for your mind state, she’s not in there,” Alex spoke up, making Gregory jump in surprise, “She and Sydney went out to see Vincent for her appointment.” Well, that didn’t sound good. Gregory frowned worriedly as he moved towards the couches and flopped back onto one, watching the younger Herrera still typing away.

“Is she gonna be okay?” he couldn’t help but ask. Alex huffed softly, eyes narrowing a little.

“Pretty sure she’ll be fine. Vincent’s a strong dude in the mind scape; dreams and memories are his specialty,” he replied and stopped typing to flex one hand, glaring at his palm. “He’s the one that burned up so much of Sydney’s Remnant, back when we were trying to take over new bodies for ourselves. So if there’s anything nasty lurking in Vanessa’s mind, Vincent will be able to drag it out and get rid of it.”

“You don’t look happy about that,” Gregory pointed out flatly and Alex rolled his eyes.

“It’s complicated. We were the bad guys back then and what he did is part of why Sydney has so much memory loss,” he grumbled, then flapped a hand in agitation, “But then Sydney was a victim of the Pizzaplex shit like you and Vanessa, and Vincent was the one who helped snap him out of the network control and then talked him into coming out of his coma. If I can go a day without thinking of the man or seeing him in any form, I call it a good one.”

Now Gregory rolled his eyes. So dramatic. “Well, since Vanessa ain’t here, can you help me with my homework instead?” he asked in exasperation, holding up his book and worksheet. “If I don’t get this done for tomorrow, the old bitch is gonna try and get me again.”

Alex narrowed his eyes at the boy. “How do you manage to piss off people so easily?” he returned incredulously.

“Natural born talent,” Gregory answered flatly, “You helping me or not?”

It didn’t take long for the two of them to be bent over the book and worksheet together, searching for answers to the homework questions in the text. Alex muttered complaints under his breath while Gregory carefully wrote out their findings in each box on the sheet. Apparently doing history homework was easier when getting help from someone who lived through part of it, no matter how much they griped about some events.

“Who the fuck told Freddy bears were extinct?” Alex demanded while Gregory carefully wrote out when some civilization was at its peak of influence. “Swear to god I’m just gonna drive down to Fitzgerald’s workshop and grab his copy of the Afton files just to get source code on this shit to fix his database.”

“Couldn’t we just hook a computer up to Freddy and look at him directly?” Gregory asked, blinking up Alex, “Unless this is like some weird way of saying you wanna hang out with Mr. Fitzgerald and Mr. Woods.” Alex just scowled at him, one hand splayed over his chest like he’d just been offended.

“What the hell makes you think I wanna spend any time around Fitzgerald?! We’re sworn and hated rivals!” he declared.

“He likes lemon cookies,” Gregory replied and waited while Alex scowled harder at the coffee table. He didn’t have to wait very long.

“There’s no guarantee that if I make any to take over there as a bribe to get those files that I won’t have laced that shit with poison,” Alex finally said dryly, narrowing his eyes suspiciously at Gregory, who just grinned cheekily back at him.

“No guarantee that I won’t eat some when I’m there, and if anything happens to me Vanessa will kick your ass and Sydney won’t stop her,” he said brightly and Alex scowled again.

“You’re a little asshole, you know that?” he pointed out and Gregory shrugged in indifference.

“Maybe, but I’ll be an asshole with lemon cookies, so I still win,” he remarked and laughed at Alex just facepalming with a groan. This was fun; he got his homework done and he had some fun poking at Alex and maybe nudging him to making nice with Mr. Fitzgerald. Was this what it was like to have a brother to annoy? Seeing Alex do it to Sydney kinda made Gregory wonder if it was okay to try it himself and it was weirdly nice.

Heavy and measured thumps sounded nearby and Gregory turned his head to see Freddy carefully make his way downstairs. The recharge cycle must have finished now. “Did you get your homework done, Gregory?” he asked, leaning over a little to scan the worksheet.

“Yeah. Vanessa and Sydney were out but Alex helped me a lot,” Gregory told him and grinned at the young man, “Thanks!”

Alex just gave him an odd look, as if he wasn’t used to hearing someone thank him for something so small. “Sure, no problem,” he finally said slowly.

“Ah, if they are not here, then I will get started on making dinner so it will be ready by the time they return,” Freddy decided cheerfully, “Good work, you two! Siblings should be able to get along and help one another when in need!” He nodded decisively at his own words before making his way to the kitchen. Pizza for dinner, then.

Gregory tilted his head at Freddy’s words before looking up to see Alex’s reaction. He looked strange, eyes fixed on his laptop on the coffee table that he had closed to help Gregory with his homework. Did something happen with it that Freddy reminded him about? The database code stuff maybe?

“Don’t pay too much attention to what Freddy says, if you don’t like it,” Gregory offered weakly. Maybe Alex didn’t want to feel like a sibling to someone other than his brother?

“Nah, it’s fine,” Alex replied with a thin smile, “I didn’t realize we looked like siblings doing this stuff together. Never been in the position of the older sibling, y’know? Just something else on my mind, about being there for a sibling in need of help.” He sighed and shook his head before giving Gregory a more genuine grin. “But that’s something for me to worry about, not a punk kid like you. If you wanted me to bake something, just say so!”

“Hey, you made cupcakes cuz you met some mystery goal you didn’t wanna tell us about,” Gregory pointed out, “Not my fault they were good cupcakes! How come you never said you were good at baking stuff?!”

“Past life stuff,” Alex told him and Gregory made a face.

“Man, how come you and Sydney get cool past life skills? That’s not fair! I want past life skills too!” he complained. Alex just laughed at him, reaching out to poke him in the forehead.

“You’d have to actually have a past life to start with, wey,” he teased, “Not everybody gets to be a reincarnation of somebody who had their Remnant fucked with.”

“Well, that Afton lady messed with it in this life, so does that mean I’ll reincarnate and give future me my skills?” Gregory reasoned out, eyes wide with eagerness. Alex shrugged at him with an amused smile.

“Sure, why not? Then future you will have all the skills of being a pain in the ass and an asshole,” he declared and laughed at Gregory’s victory fistpump.

Excellent; he managed to distract Alex from whatever was making him look so down about what Freddy said. Gregory had this sibling thing nailed easy.

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35/36. @tmnt-event-blog

The guys "decorate" Donnie's lab.

For some reason, Donnie was barred from his lab. It was fair enough, the brain fog keeping him from doing any more work than staring at the circuit for hours on end trying to remember which wire went where and why the opposite of what he was trying to achieve was happening. But it never got to a point where he was kicked out of his own lab by his brothers, even weirder how April and Raph were sent to watch over him.

Well, to that, Donnie could've easily waltzed back inside...

"Say, Donnie, if we were to use one of the empty rooms here as a greenhouse, which one would you pick?"

Oh.

"Ah, under these conditions, putting together a greenhouse underground would be very difficult..."

They didn't tell him to stop, nor did they walk away. They just let him keep talking. Heh, it felt strange to be listened to.

"Natural sunlight and storage problems aside, proper wind circulation and humidity to simulate natural environments are just as difficult to achieve..."

And he was listened to when it mattered, but it felt weird to have all the focus put on him. Huh, there was only one other instance where they gave him so much room to talk.

"Not to mention the larger plants that may need more room to cultivate and grow... Wait a minute! You guys are trying to distract me!"

"Ah, the jig is up..."

Raph laughed lightly. "But we really are thinking of giving you a plant room."

"Dearest Raphael, I appreciate the gesture, but one: it is a greenhouse, two: no room, both in the old and this lair, is suitable enough to house a plantation, and three: what are you fools doing to my lab!?"

Mikey stuck his head out of the room, "Keep him out there! We're not done yet!"

His head dipped back in. There was a brief moment of eye contact where Donnie prepared to rush back inside, only for the top of his battle shell to be yoinked and lifted off the ground.

"Donnie, it's for your own good!"

"The last time you distracted me for this reason, you blew a prototype up!"

April shot a look directly at Raph, who cleared his throat and laughed nervously, "It fell...?"

"Explains the Great Lab Ban of O'Twelve..."

"We don't talk about the Lab Ban of O'Twelve..."

"That's besides the point! What do you all think you're doing to my lab!?"

"Sit down; I wasn't lying when I said it's for your own good!" Donnie was placed back on his seat, huffing.

"Fine, fine, okay. Whatever you all did to it, I'll just fix it when you're done."

"You won't need to!" Leo walked out of the lab, the same cocky grin on his face, "Trust us, Dee. You'll like this."

The softshell raised an eyebrow, but relented and walked in. "I remain doubtful, but amuse me."

He looked around... And it was just hitting him how unorganised the lab was. Huh, was it really that long since he cleaned up in there?

He turned to the right side, seeing all of his tools and instruments lined up in alphabetical order. To the left, the many prototypes and blueprints organised in neat rolls or placed in order of priority. In the centre of his work desk was the very thing circuit he was working on; untouched.

"Wait, what, why?"

"Your room was a mess, Dee. Someone had to do something about it."

"Those someones were us~"

A pause.

"No need to thank us. We only did it because we wanted to." Mikey mumbled the next part, "Even if our wanting to was out of frustration."

"Yeah, dude, it was impossible to find anything in there."

Donnie blinked, unable to stifle a chuckle before pulling them all into an embrace.

"This is new..."

"I love you guys, thank you..."

[yallfavblkgirl]

𝐌𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐌𝐘 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃, 𝐜𝗼𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐞𝐱𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫!

in this imagine: connie goes back to jail, also connie is a latina.

me and my boyfriend~ you were getting ready for bed when you heard a little rock hit your window so you walked over to your window, you looked down to see eren trying to get your attention. “WHAT?!” you yelled and looked down at the long haired boy, “uh…don’t be mad!” eren yelled back because nothing was scarier than a mad you. “what is it!?” eren shook his head.

“hmmm look connie, he went back to jail! and he needs you right now!” eren’s words almost lose balance, “okay! i’m coming down!” you said and eren just nodded, you put some slides on and one of connie’s hoodie. when you made out of your house, you locked the door and left before your mom and dad could hear you. you got in eren’s car, “tell me what happened.” you spoke and eren started telling you.

“him and this other dude got into a fight so when you see him don’t ask why he shit messed up,” eren said and you nodded, “they got into fight because the other was talking hella shit about you and connie’s personal problems.” you let a sigh because you knew what was going on in connie’s life, his mama was sick, his best friend sasha was shot, and you and him were off and on all the time.

“ever since sasha died, he’s been acting different and all he wants to do is talk to you…all he wants to do is be with you.” you looked down for a second and thought of what you were going to say next but nothing came to mind. you felt tears run down your face, “oh shit- are you okay?” eren asked as he glanced at you. “this all my fault!” you cried and eren shook his head again.

“no it’s not.” he said, trying to cheer you up. “yes it is! because all i do is give him a hard fucking time! like what’s wrong with me!?” you guys pulled up to the jail house as soon as you were about to walk out the car, eren stopped you. “you’re not going in there crying so fix it, nothing is wrong with you because when he called me the first thing he asked me to do was to get you so that he be with you.” eren said and you wiped your tears and fix your face.

“you good?” eren asked and you nodded, “okay eren, don’t tell anyone that i cried in front of you.” you said and walked into the jail, eren smirked and pulled out his phone, “i’m telling armin.” he whispered to himself as he walked back to his car. you walked to the front desk, “hey i’m here to see conni-constance springer.” you forgot that you had to say connie’s real name because if you said connie they probably wouldn’t have took you to him.

“okay here this way.” the lady started walking and you just follow after her. you walked into this room with many tables but no a lot of people were in there but few so you walked to the table that was empty, you waited for awhile but he finally came in with a grey jumpsuit and you could only see his hand tattoos on each hand. on the right hand was a tattoo of you which you thought was stupid because it was your face on his hand, and on the left hand was letters on each knuckle spelling his baby sister’s nickname, blue.

you smiled when you saw him and his curly hair after a while he let his hair grow out. connie walked over to the table and sat down, “hey mariposa (hey butterfly).” connie spoke with a smirk, something about connie having low eyes and always smirking made you wanna act up. “constance, eren told me what happened.” you said and connie just nodded as he put his hands on the table.

“look, he started talking about you and i lose it so i beat his ass.” connie said and you could see the cuts on his face, his fist were red, and his lip was bleeding. “you look fucked up.” you said as you held connie’s hand, “and you beautiful.” he accent got stronger but it’s always been strong. you smiled, “do you need anything? your trail isn’t until tomorrow so you gone have to stay over night.” connie looked at you and he shook his head. “no, no necesito nada (no, i don’t need anything), i’m just glad to be lookin at you baby.” connie said as he moved his thumb up and down your hand.

𝐌𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐌𝐘 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃!