#from the mind of a madman aka me

[almaverses]

anders-chan has a crush on his cocky underclassman, alma hawke. but he's also late for school and there's a big test today!! bonus non shoujo version below

[quill-is-brainstorming]

I've just re-read the short lived duel that Aeneas and Achilles have in Book 20 of the Iliad and it's actually the most hilarious fucking thing.

So it starts out with Apollo disguising himself as Lycaon, one of Priam's many sons, and telling to have a go at Achilles. Keep in mind that this is post-Patroclus Achilles. Aka: berserk Achilles. Aka: so fucking mad he would fight a literal river Achilles.

Aeneas, who is capable of critical thinking, says he doubts he can actually take him on. He also references a time when he was herding cattle on Mount Ida and Achilles ambushed him, adding that the only reason he survived then was because Zeus gave him enough strength to book it (cracking up the official times that he's been saved by a god from certain death to 3, you go dude!).

However, after a bit of back and forth and a ton of hyping up on Apollo's part, Aeneas decides to try anyway.

Like, what could possibly go wrong?

Achilles notices Aeneas charging at him and he begins to taunt him. It's something among the lines of: "I'm sorry, are you, background trojan character #61, actually gonna try and beat me? And then what? Do you think that Priam will reward you in some way? Maybe making you king after him? Well it's BULLSHIT, because Priam fucked so much that your chances of succeeding him are basically 0. Ahah. Loser."

Now, you'd think that maybe Aeneas got enraged at the comment and attacked him, or maybe he even got scared and backed down, but NOPE. What does Aeneas do?

Well, first of all, he insults Achilles' insults, comparing his bickering to that of a child. Literally, "I heard third graders do better than that." And then he decides to list his and Hector's entire fucking family tree.

You know that part of the Bible that's like "this guy sired this other guy, and this other guy sired yet another guy" and so on? It's basically that.

So after he's done with all that, Aeneas states that while he'd love to have a battle of insults with Achilles, because according to him he's actually very good at insulting people (his words, not mine), they should probably throw hands now. Achilles agrees.

The duel is shortlived and Aeneas gets his ass handed to him. Badly. As expected. And he's about die when ✨️POV shift✨️ we're not on Olympus where Poseidon, Hera and Athena are watching this absolute train wreck go down.

Poseidon, pitying Aeneas, suddenly goes on a rant. It's something among the lines of: "come on guys, look at him, he's just a little guy! He literally has no stakes in this war, he doesn't deserve to die here! He even gives us lots of gifts and sacrifices, he's literally such a nice guy. How can we do this to him!?

...oh and also he's part of some prophecy, Zeus would get mad if he died."

The fact that the way it's worded makes it sound like Aeneas being part of a literal prophecy is an afterthought to him absolutely floors me, Poseidon is literally just attached to a random dude that's fighting on the opposite side to his because he thinks he's nice.

After all that Hera is pretty unimpressed and states that she really doesn't care if our man lives or dies as neither her or Athena have ever saved a Trojan from death, she however adds that Poseidon is free to do whatever he wants.

The literal moment Hera stops talking, Poseidon lunges down from Olympus and onto the battlefield to look for the two combatants. When he does, he saves Aeneas like only he can do.

You know how when Diomedes first tries to kill Aeneas, Aphrodite gently folds her hands around him to shield him? There's none of that here. Poseidon just runs up to him and literally flings the motherfucker.

It literally says that he flies "high in the air". It's like a Looney Toons sketch.

So Aeneas lands and, while he's obviously a bit dazed, Poseidon proceeds to call him a madman and essentially tells him to never do something stupid like that again and just wait until Achilles is dead, then he'll be able to murder Achaeans to his heart's content. Aeneas is fine with that.

Achilles, who just saw his opponent just get yeeted into the fucking sky, just shrugs and goes "welp, guess that guy's off limits, I'm gonna go kill someone else now I guess lol".

This entire scene is pure fucking gold and the fact that I've literally never seen anyone talk about it just breaks my heart.

[patti-mayonnaise]

weenie hut jr made my isaac callout post inaccessible for some reason. so now im back to being annoyed

enjoy having to hear me rant like a madman (fuck you tumblr staff)

im assuming people that have been on miiblr for at least a month or two know exactly who isaacthemii is, or at least im hoping so. if not, dw i gotchu. he would post things kind of in the same wheelhouse of what zorrpu posts (like tomodachi collection, miitomo, shitposts, etc etc). thats all i really know about him since i've only spoken to him a handful of times outside of our miis and aus.

now heres where i really get into the meat of the post where i slowly start to lose my shit.

so, i introduced one of my miis, Tootsie (aka Miiblr's selected mascot) to Isaac. he somehow got his hands on the tootsie ai bot, and sent me an ask complaining about how he apparently bullied isaac and called him bitchless (which mind you. everything the ai bots say is made up, and isaac took it to heart, which will probably explain his transphobia and dehumanization towards him.)

at first, isaac had no idea tootsie was a male. but the transphobia and dehumanization slowly starts to suspiciously get more consistent, mind you.

(i will obviously not show the video isaac sent. but its literally his miisona beating tootsie up, i kid you not. and i say it feels so fatphobic to me because for some reason thought itd be funny to make tootsie look fat, which clearly wasnt in my case.)

at first. i didnt worry about it too much. since i thought that he was just joking for the most part. but i was very uncomfortable with how he was mistreating my miis.

later on. isaac got banned on the miicord server, after fighting with @starbitedreamworld (aka the delightful cyrus to my reese <33)

later that week. isaac made an alt account, ban evading like. 4-8 times i kid you not. (it makes it all the more pathetic that he told people to oof themselves, only to come back and make a half assed apology post. cue the toxic gossip train music!!)

later on. isaac made a WHOOOOOLE other account on tumblr, trying to piss off miiblr even more by not taking accountability and not giving two trucks about his transphobia. which at that point, i was slowly starting to get from annoyed to just. angry.

let me just say, hes tried to interact with me MULTIPLES of times after i already told him i was uncomfortable with him near me and my miis. can i just say the amount of red flags this guys shows of TRANSPHOBIA??? theres no way you can do this on accident. let me just recap what isaac has done:

*made multiples of nsfw jokes about other peoples mine and other peoples miis

*told people to oof themselves

*ban evaded numerous of times

*stalked me and other peoples accounts, to the point where he was driven by literal obsession

*never took accountability for his actions

*never apologized for his transphobia

chances are. isaac will probably make another alt account soon. so i highly, HIGHLY advise you to stay cautious with any new miiblr blogs. keeping isaac in miiblr is at this point a liability and theres way too much crap going on to not make a call out post on him bruh

stay safe. juni out

[edutainer2022]

UNREQUITED Ch 7.5

Co-written with @janetm74

Ch 7 | Ch 8 | AO3

A piece, concurrent with the ending of Ch 7 (Page Six). A glimpse into Scott's reaction and overall state of mind (aka the lies his heartbreak is telling him). Virgil is being a very supportive brother, but he's out of his depth quite a bit.

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Virgil startled, as he didn't expect his brother to speak. Not since he picked him up off the floor of Dad's study, hyperventilating, amidst the shards of the broken whiskey glass and the shattered picture frame of Scott's AirForce graduation photo Dad kept on his desk.

Not since they holed up in one of the Round House guest rooms, while the short notice preparations of the impromptu "wedding party" were afoot.

Virgil quietly debated with John to maybe ask to call it off, but it was Penelope's request. And Gordon was so excited. They wondered if that was also Lady P's sneaky way to arrange a getaway for her friend Kayo and Rigby in a beautiful, romantic setting. That would have been a move right up her alley.

None of that certainly helped improve Scott's mood or made him more forthcoming. Big brother was just not all there since the news announcement and the breakdown in the study.

Virgil wondered if Scott even noticed his brother was an ever present shadow at his side those past two days. Apparently he did.

They saw FAB 1 land on the island, earlier than expected, from the vantage point of the mountain terrace.

Then John's message came through - that the "wedding" was an elaborate GDF undercover op. Scott reacted to that in a way Virgil didn't anticipate - with a laugh that chilled him to the bone. A laugh of a madman.

Virgil was still unsure what to say, once his brother calmed down, but Scott spoke first.

"I can't do this anymore."

Virgil's chest tightened. Virgil shifted to press himself closer to Scott's shoulder and provide support. Whatever his brother needed at the moment. Scott's voice was hoarse.

"I can't feel like this anymore. I can't! I want to stop!"

"Scotty, you're scaring me."

Virgil didn't intend to sound so small and unsure, but the raw pain Scott let him see up close, left the little brother in him rattled. Virgil leaned his chin on Scott's shoulder, an extra anchoring point in the storm.

"I can't feel like I couldn't ever be happy. I want to stop! All of it. Just stop!"

Virgil's vision swam. There was a determination behind the anguish in his brother's voice that got him so scared all the way back in the Arctic blizzard. That was a step before Scott setting a self-destruction course.

Virgil tried again with the softest inflection, usually reserved to shocked rescuees:

"Scotty, it's okay. You deserve all the happiness you ever wish for, I promise!"

It didn't have an intended effect, as big brother snorted bitterly.

"That's just it, Virgie - I DON'T! She was right."

Virgil's educated guess as to the "she" was immediately confirmed.

"She was right. I was Dad's charity case. He probably saw right away I wasn't cut out for GDF, so planned to pull me out anyway. That was even before... That Place."

Virgil shuddered. Any mention of the hell in Bereznik those months were for Scott (and for them all) was a minefield of its own. But Scott wasn't done.

"And after... Dad didn't even trust me to go on Zero-X with him. Didn't trust me to save him! She was right - I'm a waste of AirForce training and Dad's hopes!"

Scott was sobbing more than talking coherently at that point, so Virgil concentrated on clutching him for dear life, as if scared the brother would fracture into pieces if he let go. His own tears were soaked in by the denim shirt.

John's notice he was coming up remained unread.

[queerweewoo]

CRACK (TO THE HEAD) WITH A CAPITAL 'C'

(AKA The Written at 4am Buddie Crack-ish Fic Starring: Thirsty Song Lyrics, National Treasure Christopher Diaz, and Way Too Many Feels For Its Own Damn Good)

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It's Friday morning, two minutes to zero-ten hundred-hours, according to Eddie's Timex Indiglo watch which is never even a half-second out, when he unlocks the door to Buck's place to drop Christopher off for his overnight stay—Chris refuses to call them sleepovers anymore because age thirteen is apparently The Number of The Beast—before Eddie will have to bail pretty sharpish to kick-off his twenty-four shift that begins at eleven.

On entering the apartment, they're met by the sound of raucous, upbeat music.

Eddie scans the loft for his friend and has to do a seriously comical double take when he catches sight of Buck, who has one hand spread palm-down on his the couch cushions, and the other behind his back as he performs shirtless one-armed wonder press-ups (with perfect fucking form, as always) to the punky beat of The Offspring's Pretty Fly For A White Guy that's currently blasting from Buck's bluetooth speaker—riiiiiight as the Give it to me baby! A-ha! A-ha! part of the song hits and the whole scene has Eddie's brain record-scratching and stopping him dead in his army issue steelies.

Dead, fucking dead, ¡Santa María, salva mi alma!

His jaw instantly drops through the floor and into the apartment below without his permission as if there are lead weights attached to his teeth, his mouth now fully hanging open and catching all the damn flies in a completely horrifying display of blatant, lust-filled shock.

Buck is breathtaking at the best of times, but right here, right now, he is heart-stoppingly unfuckingreal.

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Eddie's bestie (best friend-shaped, Eddie! Eddie thinks, Buck is best friend-shaped!) is carelessly grunting like some sort of sex-machine that's been built to Eddie's exact specifications, and each grunt is louder than the last with each new, hard push upwards of Buck's swollen-thick torso, glistening sweat beading on his—well, on his absolutely fucking everything, Jesus fucking Christ on a bike, and Eddie's washing machine brain is at once stuck on an eternal spin-cycle and may well break down any second now and have him collapsing like a shabby old rag doll dressed in Eddie's Henley and Eddie's ripped jeans and falling to his now-violently shaking knees if he doesn't grab the fuck onto something, STAT.

He's about to shamefully steady himself with a hand to his son's shoulder when Christopher starts yipping like a madman then joining in with the song lyrics by positively shouting out the chorus.

“Give it to me baby! A-ha! A-ha!” he screams in a deliberate and absurd soprano, and Eddie's mind is screaming in Shut-Down, having first upgraded to an aneurysm, or at least a stroke, and he has to slap a hand over his kid's mouth, pronto, because he doesn't know what the fuck else he possibly could do at this point in the fantasy-laiden world that is currently unfolding before his probably now bloodshot eyes; nothing else he can think of to stop himself from ending up in a drooling heap that will become known as The Reduction Formally Known As Eddie Diaz's Gay Panic when he melts onto Evan Buckley's kitchen linoleum at possibly one minute to ten on a Friday afternoon in June in the year of our Lord 2024.

Eddie just barely manages to squeak out a truly pathetic, “Nope! Nuh-huh! No!” before that particular Cartoon Network-esque slapstick disaster becomes an unfathomable and inescapable reality.

Christopher obviously protests his outrage with a muffled but still impressively indignant, “Daaaad! I'm thirteen YEARS old, not thirteen MONTHS old!” just as Buck spots them both and smiles his big, adorable smile, immediately abandoning his exercises to turn the music off (oh, thank the Heavens!) and jumping up to stride over towards Christopher and Eddie to meet them where they're standing around like kitchen gremlins by the central island in Buck's kitchenette.

Sopping wet, wide-spread sweat patches are darkening the majority of Buck's once-light grey jersey short-shorts (holy crap, they are short and are leaving nothing to the imagination), those unfairly long legs of his slick and shimmering with dewy-fresh perspiration, just like the rest of his devastatingly gorgeous half-naked body, and Eddie wouldn't be joking if he regaled this moment to somebody at a later date (as if he ever would) by telling them that his entire life flashed before his eyes—because it absolutely balls to the wall no fucking shit just did.

He blinks approximately seven-hundred and thirty-three times in the less-than-four seconds it takes for Buck to reach them.

Christopher is flailing under Eddie's death-grip like a traumatised kidnap victim, while Eddie is continuing to freak the fuck out in Narnia like the crazed Closet Case that he is.

Edmundo Diaz—First Responder; Lapsed Roman Catholic—finds himself praying for a natural disaster, or an act of God, or, or, or, just... Something! Anything!

¡Por favor, Dios, por favor!

Resolute to the fact he has absolutely one-hundred percent secured his place in the very lowest circle of Hell, Eddie plasters a surely maniacal pearly-white grin onto his stupid and definitely reddening face, and says, “Howdy!” far too loudly in his thickest Texan accent for some unknown fucking reason—which is far, far louder and far, far thicker than any he ever sported while actually growing up in Texas—because he's clearly gone bat-shit fucking insane. Then he's breaking out into even more of a full-body sweat than Buck who has been working out for what is probably around the half-hour mark or more, by this point, because Sweaty Adonis Buckaroo is now right fucking there right in fucking front of Eddie so fucking close almost close enough to reach out and touch—

Ohshitohshitohshitohshitohshit!

And isn't this just aces?

Eddie thinks, Fuck fucking push-ups, fuck The Fucking Offspring, and fuck fucking Eddie's fucking life so fucking hard, godfuckingdammit.

Eddie is so Bucked.

Buck's smile is turning inquisitive (and somehow even more adorable) at Eddie's clear display of Buck-induced brain damage, before his baby-blues are twinkling with something... Mischievous? Cunning?

And then he's answering Eddie's dumb as shit greeting with, “Aloha, cowboy,” his brows snaking up his forehead, tongue lolling out of his mouth to rest on that sinfully pouty-pink bottom lip in a way that is the complete fucking opposite of innocent, leaving Eddie wondering if it's possible to die twice in the space of—well, ever.

(He knows all too well that it is, but he's been Bucked, remember, so how about giving his brain a break, hmm? THANK YOU SO MUCH).

Then Eddie wonders: Is this the ghost of Buck 1.0 that's come to say:

Hi, babygirl, I'm here to Buck you up good, real good, so you better hold on real tight because you're goin' downtown faster than a whore's panties, you slutty little—*GUNSHOTS*

About to possibly kick the bucket for the third time in as many minutes, Eddie realises he doesn't really know what Hawaii could possibly have to do with the Wild West (Aloha Cowboy?) but that he honestly couldn't give any amount of fucks, flying or otherwise, because unless his head has been cruelly hoodwinked with a massive serving of Wishful Thinking, he is also realising that...

That...

Buck is seriously flirting with him right now?!

He ponders briefly over how hard he actually hit his head when he'd banged it into the doorframe of his truck, maybe five minutes earlier when grabbing Christopher's crutches from the backseat just after they'd arrived.

Eddie then notices Christopher's teenage Smirky McSmirkerson features in his periphery (Chris had managed to prize Eddie's numb hand from his face a moment ago) and also the way his son's own head is snapping between his now fully-loco father and his Buck, and Eddie thinks of tennis matches, and flying pigs, and how stiflingly hot it seems to have become in the loft in the last thirty or so seconds.

Then Buck is licking at those lovely lips of his, turning to Christopher and saying, “What do you say we go out on a breakfast date on Sunday morning, after your Dad has slept a bunch, huh Christopher?”

Only, when he says the word 'date', Eddie doesn't think he's imagining the way Buck's eyes flicker pointedly in Eddie's exact direction.

“Because I'm off the whole weekend,” he continues, “so the three of us could drive the jeep out of town and I could buy you both giant syrupy waffles with maple bacon and Horchata milkshakes from Fosselman's and then... And then we can go visit the the Greek Theatre, and then maybe Griffith Observatory later on in the evening, when the stars come out, and we'll hold hands,”—again, his eyes bore longingly into Eddie's for a split-second that feels like a lived lifetime—“all three of us, like we used to when you were tiny, Chris, you remember that? And it'll be the best day that we've ever, ever had together, I absolutely know it.”

Buck is looking at Eddie again, only Buck isn't looking away this time and Eddie is almost positive that his eyes are screaming: Yes, Eds! Yes, I want you, too, man! So let's do this!

“Ew, no way,” Christopher instantaneously complains—before he's quickly backtracking and amending his statement with, “To the hand-holding, I mean. The rest sounds pretty good, though, Buck. What do you think, Dad?” and he even manages to sound marginally appreciative at the tail end—appreciative for a sharp, snarky teenager, that is.

Christopher then fully turns to Eddie (Eddie who's body is now sans soul) and says, “Can we really have waffles and milkshakes for breakfast Dad? Can we? Pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease don't be a major Joy Assassin and say 'It's not a proper meal if there's no vitamins involved, Mijo', because it'll be a Sunday, and it sounds so awesome, like the rest of the day does, too, actually. And you love Buck, Dad, so maybe just you and him can be sappy Sallys and hold hands and be all gross together, and I'll secretly snap your picture when you're mooning at Buck with heart-eyes, like you always do, and Buck will give you heart-eyes back, like he always does, too, except this time you can both do it while you're actually looking at each other, and then I'll send the photo to Aunt Maddie and Uncle Chim who can maybe finally convince you two to move in together and get married like I've been trying to get them to for years, now!”

Eddie doesn't know where the hell the kid got the breath from for all those truths.

Because that's what that was; Eddie's truth, all of it.

But was it really Buck's truth, too?

Like they're rehearsing in a play based on their lives, Buck, on cue, lets out a really happy-sounding gasp that quickly morphs into a happy-sounding laugh, and Eddie bottle-rockets right out of the fucking apartment and off into the fucking stratosphere.

He is very much back in the room, though, when Christopher takes his hand to gracelessly slam-join it with Buck's, which is calloused like his own due to the life-saving work they proudly tackle together day-to-day—always together, every day they can be, always, partners in everything they do—and Buck's hand is big, and warm, too, and all kinds of wonderful, and then Eddie is not only thinking about all the skin and the hot and the sweaty and the gorgeous, but also about how Buck has saved Eddie's life, so many times, now, and saved him in so many different ways from practically the first week he and Chris spent in LA after leaving El Paso, has saved him in every way possible, actually, every which way under the sun and the moon and the stars, even the ones they can't see from Griffith Observatory. And even though Buck has just murdered Eddie twice already this morning in the silly-short space of time he and Christopher have been here, with his push-up grunts and sexy-swagger and his 'Aloha, Cowboy' (whatever the fuck that even means) and, most of all, above everything else, Buck's Over Nine-Thousand level of Adorability, Buck's boundless generosity and kindness, Buck's inherently thoughtful nature, and Buck's twelve-sizes-too-big heart, he is saving Eddie again with the way he's letting Eddie Eddie love, love, love him.

And the fact that he is taking care of Eddie's son today, tonight, is absolutely everything to Eddie. Buck is Christopher's Buck, Christopher's hero, and he's Eddie's hero, as well, and Eddie wants to claim him as Eddie's Buck, too, because Buck thinks Christopher is awesome and always genuinely looks forward to looking after him, to loving him all of the time, just like Eddie loves Chris, and like Eddie loves Buck because Buck cares about Christopher just as much as Eddie does, and Eddie knows—he knows without a shadow of a doubt—that Buck's love for the boy they're raising together is a type of love that no other person, bar Shannon, has had for him, for them, before or ever will again.

There is nobody else like Buck in the universe.

Nobody cares or loves like Evan Buckley, or more than Evan Buckley, and being on the receiving end of that love is worth more than solid gold, or oxygen, or even spicy pepperoni pizza and a cold one after pulling a gruelling shift as a Firefighter on the never-sleeping streets of Los Angeles, CA.

And then just like that, Eddie is able to put a timely yet abrupt stop to any and all of his panic (gay or otherwise) because there isn't a shred of anxiety left inside of him, now, not about this, at least, because he knows he's got nothing whatsoever to be scared of with Buck.

So addressing his son (their son, really) Eddie nods his head emphatically and tells his boy, “Yeah, Chris, that does sound awesome; Waffles and milkshakes and all of it,” and then squeezes the hand in his, Buck's hand, and leans over Buck's kitchen counter and says easily, “I love you, Buck—I mean, I'd love to, Buck! Shit—”

“Swearbox!” Christopher chides smugly.

Eddie pulls a face at his slip-up and at his son, then clears his throat and continues a little sheepishly with, “But, um,” before looking up to remind himself of that adoring that look Buck is giving him, and then saying more decisively,“ But yeah, that other thing, too, actually, because yeah, yes, you know I love you, Buck... At least, I hope you know it,” and then he huffs a little laugh as he adamantly says, “I love you, Evan Buckley,” and thinks 'In for a penny' and strains his neck to reach across and kiss Buck shyly on the cheek.

Only his aim is a little off and he ends up planting a kinda sloppy one right on the corner of Buck's slightly parted lips, but it turns out he's glad about it and is even sort of proud that he misjudged the angle and got to feel Buck's unabashed smile against his own upturned lips, because he's wanted to do that ever since he first laid eyes on the man standing in front of him who is radiating the sun's rays out of his very core, as if he actually owns them and the sun only has them on a loner for sunny days.

Buck is smiling like he's just won the World Series—which is funny because Eddie has just won the Being Gay With a Capital 'G' award, and that means they are both Imaginary Winning Title holders, now.

Except no, fuck that, because Eddie's win isn't imaginary at all, it is very much a beautiful and viscerally Real win, actually.

Real with a capital R, muchas gracias.

Apparently, all Buck has to say about all of this right now is, “Okay, alright, you get your fine ass to work now, Eddie Spaghetti, and Christopher and I will see you on the flipside for sleep and cuddles and, and, and a Real with a capital R adventure on Sunday,” and Eddie is looking at the universe sideways for the first time in the entirety of his non-believing life. “Oh and by the way, honey—and I am so calling you honey from now on, also by the way, just so you know—I absolutely one-hundred percent, honey,” he pauses for second and and winces a bit, “Christopher I will also be adding to the Swearbox for this one... Love the shit outta you too, Edmundo Diaz.”

Christopher just claps and laughs and laughs and claps and then shouts, “My two Dads love each other, universe, did you hear that?!”

Somehow managing to smile even bigger than he was a moment ago, Buck then lightly grabs the now half wolf-whistling, half dry-retching thirteen-year-old matchmaking genius who goes by Christopher Diaz, in a loose headlock and starts scrubbing gentle knuckles through his curls, before literally kicking the happiest man on the whole damn planet out of his apartment with a ridiculously big and adorably bare foot.

“Go! You'll be late! We'll see you tomorrow, honey.”

Eddie (said happiest man on the whole damn planet) waits until Buck's door has closed behind him and then till the elevator door has slid open and shut again before fist-pumping the air like the dorky First Place In The Game of Life winner that he is, smiling what is likely his biggest smile since his darling Christopher came into this world.

Then he pulls out his tongue at nobody at all and thinks, Fuck you, first place is first place; dork or not.

As he leaves Buck's building, he also thinks, I'll have to crack my head on random shit more often, joking with himself and chuckling like a prize idiot as he crosses the side road towards his truck.

Then he's immediately cursing himself out with every swear words he knows, in both English and Spanish, for somehow allowing himself to be pulled into Buck's nonsensical woo-woo Cosmic Universe bullshit.

Vida, vida, vida.

Although...

Maybe—just maybe—he could forgive the slip, just this one time, just this once, when he recognises his chuckle as the being the very same, gloriously happy-sounding laughter that Eddie had unbelievably managed to pull from the chest of the best man he's ever known (who also happens to be the hottest man in the whole frickin universe; cosmic or otherwise).

It's the man Eddie has loved for years who—apparently, amazingly—loves Eddie right back.

Evan 'Buck' Buckley.

Christopher's Buck. Eddie's Buck.

And when he's climbing into his truck and inexplicably clocks his head on the doorframe again, for the second time today (seriously, what the actual fuck is going on here?), Eddie looks around suspiciously and surreptitiously before taking a minute to peer hesitantly up at the sky-blue sky and its cotton-candy clouds and the hot, hot sun with its borrowed rays, out into the universe, or to God, or who—or what—ever is or isn't out there, before finding himself about to mutter a few choice incredulous words from under his breath.

He takes a gulp of air, and says, “Yeah, okay, muchas gracias, oh cosmic powers that be, yada yada et cetera et cetera, if you do in fact exist, not that I really think you do,” whispering the statement and feeling like a first class clown, “But, just in case?” Eddie swallows the lump in his throat and soldiers on. “Just in case, here it is: Yes, I obviously wholeheartedly appreciate whatever it was you might or might not have done for me back there, like, I really, honestly, seriously, do, but just—will you just please do me a solid and...” Eddie can't believe he's thinking this, let alone saying (albeit whispering) it for realsies, “...don't let Buck or Christopher or Hen or Karen or Chim or Maddie or Bobby or Athena or Ravi or, hell, any other fucker on the planet know that I actually said any of this phooey out loud, alright? Not ever. Or Santa Mierda, I will seriously come for you like a rabid Nordic Goat Herder on a mixture of bath salts and crack cocaine and crazy because I would never, ever be able to live this shit down if it got out. ¿Entiendes?”

Completely fucking done with that, Eddie starts up the engine and pulls out of his parking space outside of Buck's building, while annoyingly hoping that the universe understands at least a smidgen of Spanish, and begins the first day of the rest of his life, mumble-humming a not entirely unenthusiastic tune...

“Give it to me baby! A-ha! A-ha!”

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(this had barely one skim-over edit so please be kind!)

[miss-hyoko]

Umm....if you're comfortable including Indonesia swear words then, can i ask for the first year with a best friend who say something in Indonesia very often?

Like if they're mad losing some video games they curse loudly and mumble something in indo so they can't understand? I'll take the gado-gado if it still available!

“Dear customer, I hope you can forgive me for the long wait. The food you requested is kind of unique, but here's your [ANJIR!] gado-gado.”

ANJIR!

Character(s): Grim, Ace, Deuce, Jack, Epel, Sebek (aka First Year Gang)

Summary: MC speak Indonesian

Tag(s) and warning(s): GN!Reader, platonic, reader is Yuu, crack, very much self-indulgent

Note: OMG OMG ANON THIS IS SO HILARIOUS! I can't stop laughing while writing this hc; the possible chaos make me cackle like a madman 🤣🤣

The first time you spoke in Indonesian, it was an accident. You and your friends are having lunch together in the cafeteria when suddenly Grim tries to steal Ace's food. The two of them quickly started bickering so badly that the table shook. Upset your meal was interrupted, you spontaneously shouted, “KALEM, ANJING! ORANG LAGI PADA MAKAN! (CALM DOWN, (you) DOG! PEOPLE ARE TRYING TO EAT HERE!)” which made everyone immediately fall silent and stare at you confusedly, didn't understand what you just said.

Deuce: “W-what language was that just now?”

Grim: “Yeah, Henchuman! What language is that? I never heard it before.”

Ace: “Well, I also don't know what language they're speaking, but one thing's for sure; they're furious.”

MC: “Glad you noticed it, Ace.” *smile forcibly* “You and Grim better shut your mouth up and continue eating in peace if you still want to borrow my notes for tomorrow exam.”

Grim, Ace: “Aye, aye, Captain.”

When school is over, your friends drag you back to Ramshackle to continue questioning you about the language you used earlier in the cafeteria. After quite an interrogation, they finally found out that you're speaking Indonesian, one of the many languages from your world.

Ace: “Still sounds odd to me.”

MC: *roll their eyes* “All languages must sound odd the first time you hear them, goblok.”

Grim: “Go- what?”

MC: *grins* “It's 'goblok', Grim. You pronounce it as go-block, which means 'dumbass'.”

Ace: *chokes* “You-”

Since almost everyone has heard you use Indonesian, you then choose to use it more often in your daily life. Now, NRC students sometimes hear the magicless human, the Prefect of Ramshackle, talking using weird language they didn't know about. Some people had asked you about the meaning of your words, but you never really answered them and only said that it was 'something that's often said back in my world'.

Most people believe it and accept your answer, while the rest are sceptical but don't ask any further. But your close friends know very well that you mainly use Indonesian whenever you want to complain, gossip, or are just too excited about someone or something.

Since the first years often hang out with you, they can't help but involuntary understand some Indonesian words that you often use, such as; 'mager' means too lazy to move, 'buset/anjir' means holy crap, 'gaje' means unclear, 'kuy' means let's go, 'santuy' means chill, and many more.

Grim doesn't mind you speaking Indonesian at all as long as you keep buying him cans of tuna. And because he's practically glued to you, he's slowly starting to be able to say some Indonesian words.

Ace and Epel don't mind as well. They even sometimes ask you to teach them swear words in Indonesian so they can 'curse other people without that person knowing'.

Deuce and Jack are neutral, mostly because they don't really understand what you're talking about in Indonesian. As long as what you say isn't a dangerous curse, they don't really care what you say.

Sebek is the one who always asks the meaning of what you say; if it were good, he would let it slide and maybe even add it to his list of praises for Malleus. But if it's not, he immediately gives you a long lecture about it right on the spot.

[true-blue-sonic]

One thing that I am actually running into a bit in my new Slow Burn Espilver But Silver Is From A Good Future This Time fic is that it's turning out rather difficult to not make Silver too jaded. Silver is a character who always keeps his head up, and even if he is not immune to losing hope entirely for a moment, he quickly regains it either through himself ('06) or friends supporting him (Rivals 2). But in my fic, there's a lot of factors stacked against him in regards to his optimism. The idea that I described in this Espilver fic I already wrote about it is that he met Eggman Nega when he was very young, think like 4 years old, and Nega told him in crystal clarity what his plans were for the world and this little interloper (aka end the world but first kill Silver, because Nega strikes me as exactly the kind of person who'd do that just for kicks after all his bragging). But because Nega is also an idiot, Silver easily trumped him with his powers and got away with his life, which started a decade of them fighting. But what also happened is that nobody took Silver seriously when he told them what had transpired: he was far too young, so everybody figured it was merely the imaginative mind of a toddler coming up with a scary story because in that time, Nega was laying low enough to not be considered very dangerous. But Silver took Nega's words of world destruction to heart, and even if it meant he became quite isolated from his peers and family, he was proven right in the end when Nega took his ambitions globally and Silver was the only one ready to defeat him.

But altogether, that means Silver's been fighting a madman (who is incompetent but definitely threatening still) for a whole decade or so, while not being believed by anyone until years after he and Nega met when Nega took his assault to the planet at large all of a sudden. The reason I want to add that detail is because we've seen both in the games and the Sonic Channel stories before that Silver is incredibly straightforward, and does not seem to be good at taking into account the fact not everybody is always going to automatically believe him even if he speaks the truth. It'd be an extreme take on the situation, but I do not think Silver is going to particularly happy about getting brushed off for years before the people's eyes were opened to Nega's villainy. Also, it would explain why his powers are so strong despite living in an allegedly-peaceful world: he's been actively practicing for ten years already. But still, I feel like it would have a large impact on his optimistic nature. While I don't mind a more jaded Silver (because it does fit with his more grumpy and standoffish nature in the Rivals games especially), I do not want him to be embittered or something that extreme, and I am not too sure how to find a good balance inbetween things.

[softbean]

me psychoanalyzing the veth origins comic panel by panel like a madman

(aka a journey in real time of aurie discovering her headcanons are actually canon)

I haven’t finished the campaign but I could swear Sam has never explicitly confirmed Veth hated the way she looked, not only as a goblin but also as a halfling. Every time her ugliness has been brought up it’s in the context of her being TOLD that she was ugly by other people, but this is the first time I recall it being confirmed that she also believed she was ugly.

Kinda hammers it home for me that the bullying she endured isn’t just a background part of her story, a meet-cute kind of setup for her to kiss kiss fall in love with Yeza, but something that is still relevant, and something she still carries as a scar into adulthood. Def mentioned in canon, but never emphasized like it is here.

Another indicator that she felt alone and unloved in her family, to the point where she didn’t consider her actual family a “home”.

Yeza must have been the first person to accept her and show her love, and she sort of clung to that little piece of happiness she had for the first time. She is trying to rewrite the pains of the past with new experiences, which in itself isn’t anything unhealthy, but I truly wonder how much of her faith she put into yeza’s ability to love her, as opposed to how much faith she put into her own lovability.

Something that suddenly pierced my mind when I saw this panel is “I wonder why Veth was transformed into a goblin girl as opposed to a grown goblin woman like the rest of these goblins here.”

I have my own theories, and it’s the same one I spout every time, but I firmly believe Veth’s curse is a metaphor, and a reflection of her truest fears and insecurities.

Not “I know you have it in there”, but “I know you have one in there”.

I like to think she’s never really been brave before, and even yeza knows. or, there really isn’t much of an occasion for her to show her braveness (even though to me she shows it every day just by living, choosing to live). this implication that yeza’s never seen her brave side before makes me think she must rely on him and his strength quite a bit in this relationship.

Losing all of her happiness that she had worked so hard for...she can’t go through that again. Parallels are being drawn here. Those who made her unhappy before, and those who make her unhappy now. Bullies.

What a powerful line. It’s uncertain whether she truly means it or not (I would argue not). But by choosing to forgive, she is taking back the power that these bullies stole from her. Even contemplating the idea is powerful. I would say she says this to the goblin right after the panel where she resolves to not let this happen again as a way to try to appeal to the goblin’s humanity.

It doesn’t work. She discovers she and the goblin are more alike than she imagined, which makes the fact that the goblins know what they’re doing is evil and simply don’t care even more infuriating.

Breaks my heart to know she learned lock picking to get away from her bullies, but I should’ve seen this one coming tbh...

As soon as she does the brave thing (splash acid on the goblin) she breaks down and loses her courage again. Goes to show just how far she’s come as present day M9 nott/veth who, quite frankly, has rarely shown a moment of cowardice...

Hoooly shit. Seeing this line being said visually is cementing something in my brain.

Isharnai doesn’t know anything about Veth. She wasn’t asked to ���turn her into a goblin”. She was asked to “make her suffer”. And knowing how when Yasha walked into her hut to offer her misery in exchange for Veth’s curse to be broken, and Isharnai immediately told her she was already miserable and had nothing of value to offer, we can imagine that Isharnai has some sort of distinguishing vision. And so she took a look at Veth, someone who believes she is ugly, believes she is a coward, and turned her into the manifestation of her worst nightmares.

And you know what struck me? The reason why she was turned into a goblin girl was because Veth finally found some semblance of control in her adult life, after having suffered a childhood being shoved around by others more powerful than her. Reducing her back to the state in which she was most traumatized is making her suffer.

Take a good look.

The river is a mirror. The person she really is, someone wonderful, someone who has built a life of her own, that person was drowned. In her stead Veth became the person she believed she was, hideous, cowardly, and not good...

with no control over herself once more.

Her greatest fears, reflected at her, made true. The punishment was tailored to her.

YOU GUYS I WROTE THE ABOVE TEXT BEFORE I EVEN GOT TO THIS PAGE. IM SCREAMING. THEY JUST SPELLED IT OUT. I DONT EVEN HAVE TO ANALYZE ANYMORE SKDSKDJSJKDJKSDJKJ

God...she is so good. This just shows how empathetic she is in nature. Even at this point she believes she is at fault, that she did something wrong through self-defense. It’s also interesting that at this point she can’t distinguish between right and wrong.

nothing to say here besides i just love this panel

EVEN THIS IS GIVING ME FEELINGS

That’s all folks...this has been a ride. basically what i’ve learned is that all my headcanons have now been established as canon--and I’m really glad, I’m really glad this comic spelled out a lot of the meaning behind veth’s character that I find is hard to firmly grasp in the actual show, and often gets lost or forgotten in fandom discourse about veth.

(I also feel soooo damn justified in some creative decisions i make about her in my fanfic but that’s just my little glowing moment of like, I interpreted things correctly before they were explicitly confirmed...!!!)

anyway. NOTT THE BRAVE ICON. SAM RIEGEL LEGEND. THAT’S ALL!!! Thanks for reading <3

[angel-inked]

If they kept a journal

{Headcannons}

Because I always want to give characters journals for some reason 😅

Taglist: @vvkingofgaybisciutsvv @thequeenofthewinter @thedevilshardy @mollybegger-blog @wandawiccan60 @cameleonhardyfan63 @liliac-dreamer @potter-solomons

Tommy Conlon/Riordan

Venting. Lots and lots of venting and messy drawings (he's trying to work through trauma, leave him be)

Likes journals that are a little on the small side cause it's easier to carry with him

Writing alone in a coffee shop with his headphones on

"I'll slap you" after Brendan tried to look at what he was writing (aka nosey older sibling syndrome)

Writes after fights to calm himself

Shopping lists, schedule for the week, reminders, things he hears people say in public, his commentary on whatever he's watching/listening to, anything and everything

Self-loathing and cocky confidence all in the same paragraph

Writes backward, in circles, with his non dominant hand, or turns the book upside down to amuse himself

The quietest people have the loudest minds

Spaces out in the middle of a sentence/word, he's trying to think but his thoughts tend to get away from him and are often times uncontrollable

Fidgeting with his pen or whatever he's writing with

Tried to make it neat and tidy once, but it didn't last long

can't stand to write in the presence of people he knows, especially his family, although he knows most of his marine buddies will respect his privacy

Starts every journal with the info on his dog tags (which he refuses to take off 99% of the time)

Eddie Brock

Is a literal journalist!

Rambling in his notes, doodles when bored (same goes for Vemon), daily records, existential crises in great detail

Got Vemon their own journal on the condition that they wouldn't hijack his hand when he was trying to write

Journals via symbiote, Vemon's memory is far better than his "remind me to write that down later,"

Vemon is a literal five-year old with their journal, "Eddie look!"

Sometimes, their minds blend together enough that they write the same thing in unison with each other

It doesn't matter which journal is whose, they're both just as chaotic as the other!

Vemon has chocolate wrappers plastered over most of the pages, and a list of what they call "Eddie things" (it's a list of stuff Eddie likes)

Vemon occasionally calls journals "decorating books"

Vemon definitely loves "wreck this journal"

Happy host (usually!) Means Happy Symbiote

Alfie Solomons

The rambling of a madman, that's what Tommy Shelby called it anyway. Alfie prefers "Fuckin' work of art" but to each his own

It's basically a more personal business ledger. Lists of allies, potential businesses and business partners, people he wants to get rid of. Meeting schedules (courtesy of Ollie), talking points for said meetings, and God only knows what else he comes up with

The only person beside Alfie himself to see the inside of that book is Ollie, under Alfie's supervision of course

Keeps it in a lockbox with a gun

"You want to see the book? What the fuck are you on about mate?!"

Mostly writes in larger print instead of cursive because his eyes ain't what they used to be, and looking at cursive gives him an eye strain headache

Definitely had rum spilled on it multiple times

Won't deny (at least not to Ollie) that he's thought about putting it in front of someone's head and shooting it

"Sometimes I think I should've shot you the first time I came here" a note written in the book by Tommy Shelby, who, in his defense, was left unsupervised

Writing for a moment, standing up to pace around the room, sits back down, repeat

Messy drawings of Cyril

Farrier (and Collins!)

Farrier just simply enjoys writing, it's peaceful

Collins often steals the book, flips to a random blank page, and writes little notes/inside jokes for his friend to find later

Pressed flowers, fountain pens, and cigarette smoke

Often writes on his smoke breaks

A growth chart for all the garden plants and a map of what's planted where

Ends his entries with mood indicators, ie (: or ):

Tallies up dogfights between him and Collins to see who gets playful teasing/bragging rights

Started keeping a journal when he first joined RAF, after a chat with an older pilot who told him stories that he said he wrote down "so the good memories would last longer"

Likes to write in his cockpit, it's one of the places he's most comfortable

"There are old pilots, and there are bold pilots, but there aren't any old bold pilots, mate!"

Cloud/brid watching and writing about what he sees

Collins likes to chat with Farrier as he writes, Farrier enjoys the company

They have definitely had conversations by writing notes and passing the book to each other

Detailed sketches of planes, especially spitfires!

Wondering through the woods and forests and documenting his adventure and exploration

Writes about how he'd like a pet but doesn't think he could stand to be away from it so much

Forrest Bondurant

Fountain pens and scuffed leather bound blank pages drowned in the sent of cigar smoke

Has definitely smacked Howard over the head with it

Poems, philosophy, metaphors, drawings and detailed descriptions of plants and what they can be used for, the different moonshine recipes the brothers use, short stories, bank balance cause he couldn't be bothered to find his legder

Craves his initials into the cover with his pocket knife

Howard calls his journals "a wealth of knowledge"

No matter how tempting, neither Jack nor Howard dare to trifle with their brother's journal

Morning stream of consciousness pages as he drinks his coffee

Sitting at his desk late at night, can't sleep, journaling in his office with a cigar between his lips

Documents the odd (lucid) dreams that he has on occasion, attempting to figure out what they are

Depictions of three wolves, each wolf representing one of the three brothers. Wolves are fiercely protective of their family, just like the brothers

[toomanyplotbunnies-sendhelp]

Hello and welcome to Day 12 of "Let's Explore My Plot Bunnies"

Today, I wanna present to you a plot bunny that has a concept inspired by the manhwa "I want to be a Great Villain" - an Izuku has a System AU!

In "I want to be a Great Villain," the main character has a system that puts him into different stories, and he has to finish the storyline while maintaining his role as the "villain" of said story. If he doesn't comply, he can receive punishments (such as being electrocuted).

Title of the fic: "World's Best Hero System"

For this fic, what I did was I took the "System that makes you follow the storyline and punishes you with electrocution" part and mashed it with a version of Izuku that DOES NOT want to become a hero.

However, he has the misfortune (aka me, I bring the misfortune) of bring selected by a "System" (in the form of a cat) to be this world's "Best Hero Ever" - the System's words, not mine.

Izuku immediately refuses and promptly gets punished via slow suffocation. The System tells him, "You either follow the storyline or die here. Which one would you choose?"

In the end, Izuku accepts the deal, if only just because he doesn't wanna die yet. And so, the more confident and straightforward Izuku takes the role of canon Izuku. Shy, without much confidence and with a very big complex about being Quirkless - but on the inside, Izuku is seething because he doesn't like the "character" he has to play as for this sadistic System.

Katsuki is also very confused since he knew Izuku from before the System and liked him better then, too. In this AU, Katsuki's reason for being mean to Izuku is to finally make him snap and revert back to the more confident, outspoken "I don't give a shit" Izuku he knew before.

The System tells him he will become the "World's Best Hero" but doesn't bother to make him train or even stop him from training many times. It tells him that he should just follow along with the storyline, even though Izuku is very skeptical of this "storyline" the System talks about.

So, Izuku ends up messing around a lot just to test the limits of the System. Not doing what he is told to do, not following the rules exactly as he is told to, speaking back to the System and arguing with it - and as such, he is punished a lot. So much so that Izuku develops a high tolerance for pain due to the punishments.

Things continue like this till the day Izuku is supposed to met All Might. That same day, Katsuki is supposed to tell Izuku to "go take a dive of the roof and pray he gets a Quirk in his next life." Katsuki doesn't.

Seeing this, the System takes matters in its own hands and controls Katsuki for a brief period of time so Katsuki actually says the line he was supposed to. (Bakugou is still kinda conscious during this and he has a lot of guilt about it.) This is where Izuku realizes the System is way more dangerous than he ever thought since it can fully control people to do or say what it wants them to.

Meeting All Might and learning about One for All makes Izuku confident that the System has some goal in mind other than "finishing the storyline." Which, in Izuku’s opinion, it's not actually a good thing. Especially not when the System seems near gleeful at the fact that All Might wants to give the Quirk to him.

And so beings Izuku’s quest of stopping the System from whatever it is planning to do while trying to avoid being killed by the League of Villains because he gained Shigaraki Tomura's interest.

Meanwhile, we have the System, which is fully aware that without Izuku, the world will end due to All For One's actions. The System basically searches for a way to stop the madman from ending the world and comes across the "canon storyline," which it uses in order to make sure the world won't end.

It may have forgotten to explain that to Izuku beforehand, though. Oops.

More little details:

Izuku is 7 when he gets the System.

The System is able to control people who are "characters of the story" for a short period of time. The Villains are exceptions because they will fall into the villainous acts they need to do naturally without the System's interference.

The System takes the form of a cat that is only visible to Izuku.

There are other people in this AU with a System but only Izuku has the "World's Best Hero" System. Other systems would include: "Best Reverse Harem Protagonist", "Best Mafia Boss", "Best Scientist" etc. (Izuku does meet some of the System-having people)

There will be a lot of angst in this because Izuku has to conform to the main storyline: for example, even if he wants to, the System will stop him from talking Iida out of going after Stain. And then there is Katsuki centric angst with him being taken over by the System and saying things that he truthfully regrets ever saying.

And this is about all I have for this plot bunny. So, how was it? Good? Bad? Let me know!

Honestly, I kinda love My Hero Academia mashed together with a System AU because it means one of two things: 1. Izuku/Whoever is chosen has to work around the System's mechanizations (if it has any) to get to a good ending in the stroy; or 2. Izuku/Whoever is chosen has to survive the plans of the System (be it bad or good System).

I actually have an Izuku Survival System AU as well, which I will talk about tomorrow.

Regardless, I hope you enjoyed another day of me rambling about my plot bunnies and that you have a great day/night! Take care of yourselves.

See you tomorrow,

-TooManyPlotBunnies-Send Help

[epitomereally]

smut saturday?

VUK (@vukovich) ty for the tag. I certainly don’t (yet) have 10 smut scenes to post, so going to post one from my upcoming WIP and one from my published fic. I’ve learned that I love to start a story with slightly-antagonistic, extremely-unsure sex, probably from my formative years reading enemies-to-lovers H/D in the early 2000s. If that’s your vibe, enjoy :)

Eta: forgot to tag! Lots of people on my dash have already gone but would love to see @tenthousandyearsx because “trouble with your tie, potter?” is amazing and would love to see what else you choose and anyone else who’s seeing this & hasn’t written one yet

This is from my upcoming WIP & essentially follows another wip snip I've posted. Completely unedited, aka peep where I use [] to write notes to myself when I can't come up with the right word while drafting.

They landed in Harry’s bedroom. Harry was suddenly, fervently glad he’d been changing his sheets like a madman because, otherwise, his room was musty, untidy, strewn with socks and pants and his other sets of Auror robes. Malfoy’s disdain was apparent while looking about and Harry was reminded of all the reasons why this was a terrible, horrible idea.

    Malfoy plucked a pair of Harry’s socks off the bed and placed them on the desk chair in the corner. He said, “Eurgh, don’t you have a house elf, Potter? Why does this place look like such a dump?”

    Harry crossed his arms over his chest. It was his dump and so what if he didn’t like to clean up? He’d had a lifetime of that by age ten and threw himself into messiness with reckless abandon at Hogwarts—messiness was freedom. He protested, “Kreacher is getting old! And I don’t like him sorting through my dirty pants! He takes care of the rest of the house, as best he can.”

    Malfoy turned to him. With barely-disguised interest, he asked, “Where exactly are we, Potter? I thought I remembered an elf named Kreacher—“

    Harry cut him off, defiant. “I won’t have you selling me out to the papers, Malfoy. If we’re to do this, you’re not to tell anyone about it.”

    “Oh, I see.” Malfoy’s eyes glittered dangerously. “The great Harry Potter doesn’t want anyone knowing about his dirty, little secret.” He had advanced on Harry and emphasized each word with a jab to the chest. “He won’t even tell the people that he shags where he lives. What’s next, Potter, memory charms?”

    That honestly didn’t sound such a bad idea at the moment. This was obviously such a colossal mistake that Harry had half a mind to Obliviate himself. But, he reasoned, if he did, then he wouldn’t remember to never ever act on the fact that he thought Draco Malfoy was fit. “Fine, then! If you’re just going to be a wanker about me, where I live, how I live, then it’s best we don’t do this at all.”

    Malfoy continued on as if Harry hadn’t even said anything at all. “Well, don’t you worry about me spilling the magic beans, Potter. Don’t be ridiculous. You may be the hero of the Wizarding World, but I’m not exactly eager to advertise this either.” Malfoy’s face twisted into a bitter sneer. “Besides, who do you even think I would tell?”

    “Okay, okay. Just—“ Harry paused, wondered how revealing this was. “Just don’t call me that.”

    “What? Hero of the Wizarding World?” Malfoy scoffed. “You always were-“ [disgustingly modest? But would Malfoy think this yet? Maybe he figures it out later and just lashes out here]

    With a flourish, Malfoy started to untie his cloak. He slid it from his shoulders, folded it nicely, and set it on Harry’s desk. He then sat on the bed to unlace his dragonhide boots.

    “Er—“ Harry began. All thought left him when Malfoy began unbuttoning his shirt, starting with the cuffs and then showing a dangerous sliver of his collarbone. Harry’s mouth was suddenly very dry. He forced out, “Er, I guess I’m not sure we should do this, anymore? Maybe it was a bad idea?”

    Malfoy cast a glance at him again, continuing to unbutton his shirt, which was now open to his ribcage. “Of course it’s a bad idea, Potter, but we’re young and you’re fine-looking, I suppose. You’re looking for someone to experiment with who won’t sell you out to the press, which I won’t, and, even if I did, who would believe me, Draco Malfoy, Death Eater, telling anyone that we shagged? And I’m just looking to get off and don’t particularly care with who, even if it is someone whom I’ve hated for forever.”

    Harry’s breath had officially left his body. Malfoy’s shirt was now completely open, baring his chest and stomach. Harry reached down to adjust his cock, which was straining against his fly, and Malfoy tracked the movement with his eyes.

    Malfoy abruptly stood up, apparently having taken Harry’s obvious desire as agreement. He unbuckled his belt and threw it on the floor. He slowly unzipped his fly and shimmied his skinny trousers down his legs. Then Malfoy was just stood there, in his black pants, long legs, swelling cock, broad shoulders, all that skin on display, looking uncertain for the first time. Harry blurted out, “You’re so fit.”

    Malfoy barked out a laugh, seeming surprised and pleased. He palmed his cock and said, “Now you, Potter,” softer than Harry thought possible from him.

    Harry realized he had just been standing there like a wally, while Malfoy stripped. He hurried to take off his clothes. He hastily toed off his ratty trainers and his socks, only one of which had a hole in the toe, he was pleased to note. He shucked his trousers, which were starting to become quite uncomfortable anyways. When he went to remove his tee, he got it stuck in his armpits and then his glasses came clattering to the floor when he removed it. He bent down to pick them up and shoved them back on his face.

    Malfoy looked temporarily taken aback. He asked, “You’re going to keep your glasses on, then?”

    Harry cleared his throat. He said, gruffly, “I want to see you,” and grinned when red spread across Malfoy’s chest, up his neck, onto his face.

    Malfoy sat on Harry’s bed and leaned back, resting on his palms. He let his legs sprawl in front of him, off the bed, and Harry could see the soft swell of his balls in his pants, the dusty fuzz on the insides of his thighs. Harry realized Malfoy was letting him look and his mouth flooded with saliva. Malfoy asked, quietly, as if afraid to break the spell, “Have you ever bottomed before, Potter?”

    “Er,“ Harry said, “no?” He knew the mechanics of it, of course; after Christmas, Charlie had sent him some quite instructive magazines, that Harry had wanked to at least once or twice. Harry had even tried to poke around back there with a finger once or twice, but it had just been uncomfortable and not very enjoyable.

    Malfoy snorted and reached down, put his hand down his pants and stroked himself. Harry’s eyes followed the movement, the long pulls up and down, and his mind filled with static. He truly didn’t think he had ever been more turned on in his life.

    Malfoy said, lazily, continuing to stroke himself, “Well, I suppose since I’ve done it before, I’ll do you the favor this time, but next time, you’ll have to hand your arse up to me.”

This is from my fic A Case of You, and is quite close to the beginning. Harry and Draco are both in the Auror training program, partnered together. Harry is obviously interested in Draco, but is also keeping secrets.

Draco pulled off of Potter’s cock and hovered above his body, now completely unsure how to proceed. Potter still had an arm thrown over his eyes; he was breathing hard, with a flush extended down his chest. He whispered, “Fuck,” once more and pulled his head up to look down at Draco. “Draco, that was—fuck. Are you … are you going to fuck me now?”

Draco barked out a laugh of disbelief; he smiled up at Potter, just a bit. “Fuck you? Potter, you just came.”

An obstinate look came over Potter’s face. “You said you were going to use me, so fucking use me.”

 Was that not good for Potter? It seemed like it was good for Potter. It was certainly good for Draco; he was viciously hard, a literal, aching need in his groin. Humiliation flooded through Draco’s body, but then Potter was reaching down to him, grabbing, clasping hands trying to pull Draco up.

“You really want me to use you, Potter?” Draco snarled. He pushed those hands down, clambered up Potter’s body, and straddled his shoulders. “Open your mouth.”

And Potter just fucking did, what the fuck?

Draco channeled all the wants of his fifteen-year-old sexual awakening and guided his cock into Potter’s open mouth. Potter’s lips were so red, bitten; his mouth was so wet and hot; his tongue sliding on the underside of Draco’s cock. Draco was already so turned on and now this—literally something he wanked to in the Slytherin dorms, angry and so horny. He imagined himself holding Potter down, fucking his face, Potter moaning around his cock. Now it was happening and it seemed like Potter loved it, groaning and writhing and eyes fluttering closed.

“Look at me,” Draco commanded, pumping in and out. Potter’s eyes snapped open and focused on Draco’s. Potter’s eyes were so green without his glasses, looking through Draco like he could see his want, his anger, his shame that he had been carrying around with him for years. Draco thrust helplessly, desperately into Potter’s mouth and Potter just took it. It certainly wasn’t the most technically-skilled blowjob Draco had ever received—Potter’s teeth were coming too close and Draco was bumping up against his soft palate, but Potter was seeing him, fuck. Draco carded his fingers through Potter’s hair, which was much softer than it looked, too soft, and tugged. Potter hummed in appreciation and brought his hands up to Draco’s hips, urging him on. Draco realized belatedly that maybe Potter liked this, liked Draco being rough with him. Maybe Potter actually wanted to be used. He wanted Draco to pour out all of his anger at his position, his frustration at never been good enough, his urgent want for Potter.

So Draco did.

Too quickly, Draco’s cock started tingling, the ache in his groin returned with a vengeance, and Draco could feel a rushing throughout his body. And fuck it, if Potter wanted to be used—

“Potter, I’m going to—can I come? On your face?”

Potter moaned and squeezed Draco’s arsecheck, which Draco could only take as assent. Draco breathed in harshly through his nose, as a jolt of arousal shot through him. Fuck, if Draco wasn’t living out every pubescent fantasy he’d ever had—though, in his fantasy, he hadn’t asked Potter if he could. Potter hollowed out his cheeks, running his tongue over the underside of Draco’s cock. Draco could feel his orgasm rushing and he pulled his cock out of Potter’s mouth. Then he was fucking coming, coming on Potter’s face, his open mouth, his tongue. Potter had even kept his eyes open, the hopeless fool, but Draco knew he would probably never forget Potter’s green eyes looking up at him in this moment.

“Fuck,” he whispered. Potter grinned up at him, brilliantly. Draco took in shuddering breaths and ran a thumb through his come on the corner of Potter’s mouth, smearing it.

“How was it?” Potter rasped out. Potter’s voice was gone from Draco’s cock—if that wasn’t the hottest thing Draco had ever heard, he would sell his soul.

“Potter, you have a lovely career in sucking cock ahead of you, if you want it,” Draco smirked down at him.

[ponds-of-ink]

Notre Dame AU Chapter 12: “As The City Slumbered”

AKA The scenes and song in Act 2 I’ve been looking forward to for so long now. (Besides the finale)

I really hope I nail this, even I’ve gotta make this shorter than even I’m wanting.

Also, because this is important: After this, there may be a brief hiatus until further notice. I know I’m so close to the finale and I have a pretty good idea of how it will go down, but I'm waiting on more Help Wanted 2 info to solidify my decision. This may mean that we’ll both have wait until December, but I could also just randomly go “yeet this” and write it anyway.

Either way, here’s the night before the big day.

-

Hours passed on the grounds of the Princess Challenge Castle. The stars aided the furious judge as he set up wooden beams around a nearby service elevator. The only noise he heard was the banging of his hammer against the nails. And yet, in his “sleep”-deprived mind, the entire mall was already set ablaze. Each nail clanging into place now sounded like the ever-inching elevator readying to plummet.

However, by some miracle, the rabbit’s fevered imagination was kept at bay with the fact that he had to build the thing. So, with a strange mix of self-annoyance and unnatural glee, he kept working instead of laughing like a madman.

The other souls inside the castle, however, weren’t thrilled. Cassie chattered with Gregory, her confusion slowly melting into sorrow as time went on. Gregory himself tried to keep his voice stable, but even he couldn’t shake the pain away. “I’m sorry,” he murmured faintly. “I thought leaving my walkie-talkie behind would help Agonia get out, but I guess I should’ve realized that Glitch would try to trick somebody else with it.”

Cassie opened her mouth to speak, but a soft sob emitted from the speakers. “It’s all my fault,” she could hear Gregory choke out. “I didn’t listen to him. I should’ve just—“

“You didn’t have to listen to that ‘judge’,” Cassie insisted, battling her own tears to keep her tone stern. “And you still don’t! He’s been nothing but trouble ever since he got here.”

”But.. Wh-What about you?” Gregory stammered, as if he completely missed that last sentence. “I don’t want to be responsible for anything else! I don’t want to lose you too!”

Cassie’s sneer dropped into a look of shock. Instead of asking the obvious, she glanced over at Vanessa sitting beside her. The woman’s pained wince and rapid nod told all. They had both been through the same horrors, whatever those were.

Cassie refocused her attention. “Don’t worry about me,” she said gently. “Whatever happens, I just want you to be safe. To be with your family again.”

Rather than the sounds of slowly-processed comfort, Gregory only sniffled and repeated “I’m sorry” in an even more broken manner. The static cut into silence.

“Gregory?” Cassie asked quietly.

Vanessa inched closer to the girl. “I think he’s finally figured out who ‘46’ was,” she explained somberly, placing a hand on Cassie’s shoulder. “Or, to be honest, he remembered who ‘46’ was.”

Cassie just stared back in bewilderment.

“Oh, yeah, you probably weren’t there for that,” Vanessa sighed darkly. “At least we’ve got a couple more hours to unpack everything before the ‘big bonfire’. Should give you a bit of closure.”

”But I’m not going to die!” Cassie insisted, flailing out an arm. “…Am I?”

Vanessa bit her lip. “Unless someone manages to break you out…” her voice trailed as her heart sank. She wouldn’t dare finish that sentence.

Both went quiet. Cassie clung to Vanessa’s arm. Vanessa was now the one trying to keep herself steady. Cassie, on the other hand, finally let out all the tears she held back. The hall echoed with sobs, even as the banging of construction battled against it.

Unbeknownst to the grieving pair, one other soul was also in mourning. Agonia had gone dead silent as soon as him and his master arrived back “home”. Aside from his eyes surveying all of said master’s work, he was now rendered motionless as well. Watching from the bell tower. Waiting for the unbearable dawn.

A dawn that he was beginning to think he deserved.

A morning of fire, a new day with innocent lives lost when he can only watch…

Yes. That sounded like a fitting punishment. Both for his current crimes against his master and the unspeakable crimes of the past.

And, besides, it wasn’t like he couldn’t escape anyway. He had a new task at hand. Something his master specifically ordered. An order he dare not disobey— Even if it meant being bound by wires and drained for power. Why should he care? He was in his ghost form again, after all.

A second ghost, however, was not this resigned. “Father, you must try to free yourself!” Michael called out, grabbing the elder by the shoulders.

“The girl needs your help!” Charlie chimed in, aiding Michael in pulling the sulking man back inside.

Agonia did not fight his fellow specters, but he did snarl at them. “Quiet,” he hissed faintly. “Go away.”

“You’re the only one who can save her now!” Henry reasoned, uncharacteristically showing his fury as he pointed at the descending staircase. “Everyone else has given up— Even Gregory.”

“You know what happens when I try to help,” Agonia snapped back, keeping his full attention on his former partner. “I only make things worse!”

“You don’t believe that!” Elizabeth and her younger brother exclaimed in horror, rushing to their father’s side. Charlie shared their expression, but kept close to her own dad instead. She could already sense a firestorm ready to strike.

Agonia chortled bitterly. “How do you know what I believe?” he sniggered as he distanced himself from the group. “What do you know of me? What do you know of all the things I feel…?”

His voice trailed as an old feeling resurfaced. His skeptical expression shifted into a furious sneer. His mouth ran faster than his brain, descending into a ramble that even the person telling this story couldn’t properly track and transcribe. All that could be descipher was the general theme: They had lied. He had lied to himself. Only the judge made the proper verdict.

Meanwhile, the ghosts tried to argue back. Henry and Michael appealed to his logic. Elizabeth and her other brother offered their support as best they could. Charlie attempted to do both of these, but Agonia’s sudden jump from broken animatronic pile to broken animatronic pile made it hard on her.

But, in the end, the only result was a shriek of absolute rage and pain from the specter himself.

Charlie was the first to retreat. “Okay, Agonia,” she said softly, rejoining her dad’s side. “We’ll leave you alone.”

Henry scooped his daughter before backing away slowly. He simply gave a nod of agreement.

Michael gathered his misty-eyed siblings. The usually-crying child looked back at the dad he once respected. “You’re right, ‘Agonia’,” he said in a flat, not-choked tone. “We’re just ghosts too. But…”

He paused to gauge his siblings’ faces. Michael and Elizabeth bobbed their heads in agreement.

“We just thought you were made of something stronger,” the boy finished, watching as the rest vanished. Soon, he too disappeared into the darkness.

Agonia winced, refocusing his attention to the scenery before him. All was quiet now that his “guardians” had departed. The only noise he clearly heard was the pulse of the ever-moving wires tied around his extremities. The only sight he truly had was the starless night sky through the fractured grid of glass.

And yet, for a moment, he could see something else. Almost like a vision from some other realm.

There was someone else still there. Ever-shifting in form and mood, but very present. Watching from a distance– Perhaps waiting for his mind to change, if he had to take a guess.

He shook his lowered head. Whoever it was, that person was sadly mistaken. He was not going back out there.

Bracing for impact, he let all of his lingering emotions drain into the wire-built.. thing he was powering. Some tears leaked through, but they quickly vanished. He fell onto his hands and knees. His contorted face turned cold and stoic. The process, whatever it was, had succeeded.

[butterboy69420]

Literally losing my mind over one of my OCs being eerily similar to Blackbeard. Legit.

Obviously they're not similar appearance-wise, but allow me to ramble like a madman.

My character, Maximum Jagger, AKA Hellhound, is a guy with a rough upbringing which caused him to run away from home. Eventually, he was found by this older guy who is just often referred to as King Dragon to join his gang called the Under Kids to oppose the authoritarian government ruling in their country of Baihon. King Dragon is often seen as a father figure to his gang members, especially the younger members, since a lot of them come from broken families that were corrupted by the government. Jagger worked with the Under Kids since childhood, working closely with King Dragon as one of his highest subordinates, essentially being his right-hand man. However, upon some disagreements about how they both want to handle things, Jagger left and betrayed the group, took some of the members of the Under Kids, and made his own group called the Wrathchildren. He then eventually kills King Dragon as he wants to claim the spot of the leader of the Under Kids and take down the government in his own way, through violence and mass killings.

Blackbeard is still mostly a mystery as we don't know his intentions, but from what we can gather, he's an orphan and was adopted into Whitebeard's crew from a young age. We can imply that his childhood prior to that was rough based on the images we can see of him being visibly upset and crying. Whitebeard too is also seen as a father figure to his crewmates, with many of them calling him pops and stuff like that. Blackbeard worked under Whitebeard until he killed Thatch and left, starting his own pirate crew. Eventually, at Marineford, he's the one to land the finishing blow to Whitebeard, ultimately killing him.

Jagger and Blackbeard share personality traits, with them being violent, bloodthirsty, and seemingly friendly upon first glance, but also ambitious. Blackbeard's personality is fairly inconsistent and unpredictable, and along with his ability to hold more than one devil fruit at a time and the three skulls on his Jolly Roger, it's often theorized that he's a system and has two other alters. In Jagger's case, he canonically has OSDD and is at least aware of there being alters in his headspace. So there's that other similarity.

And the final cherry in the cherry pie lies in their abilities. Jagger's Linked Soul power, Paint It Black, allows him to create black holes that absorb literally anything. These black holes swallow things within his vicinity, such as objects, people, and attacks. If he wills it, he can release them, although they'll be heavily damaged. Another facet of his ability is that he uses it to absorb his own feelings too, but that's not really important for this discussion. Blackbeard has eaten the Yami Yami no Mi, AKA the Dark-Dark Fruit. And guess what that does. It absorbs things into darkness similar to a black hole and it can spit things out, causing severe damage.

The best part about all this is that I made Jagger way before I got into One Piece. He was made in July 29, 2021, before I started eleventh grade. I got into One Piece late 2022/early 2023, which was in the middle of twelfth grade. So all of this is just a pure coincidence.

Obviously he's not going to be completely 1-on-1 to Blackbeard. For one, he has a girlfriend (or rather had because yes), and he would never think of even working alongside the government even to take it down from the inside, even if it furthered his own goals. Blackbeard actually does the latter by becoming a Warlord, although he never had any intention of actually helping them whatsoever.

I could also go into the similarities between King Dragon and Whitebeard, since they're also somewhat similar, at least in terms of the role they play. King Dragon is the current most wanted criminal in West Baihon (although no one knows his actual identity) and Whitebeard is the strongest pirate after Gol D. Roger's execution. Part of King Dragon's goal was to help out young, lost children from the country and provide them a new family to escape from their old ones. Similarly, Whitebeard states that he wants a family, although in his case, that seems to be his main goal. King Dragon and Whitebeard both were catalysts for a new era in their respective worlds and both died as a part of it, being killed by a former subordinate of theirs. These "new eras" were the major ones in their respective universes and inspired many to follow suit into pursuing freedom.

Anyways, that's my madman ramblings. I'll try not to neglect my Tumblr account that much in the future. Sobbing and pissing.

[arthrobug]

Obviously, ✨Spoilers if you haven't/wanna watch✨

Cross sad cuz his universe X-Tale goes bye bye cuz of X-Gaster being a lil whiney perfectionist. In the death of his universe, Cross forces X-Chara into his soul cuz of X-Chara being really murdery,,,, I think,,,,

Ink finds Cross being sad in void, they be friends for a bit

Cross misunderstands Ink's abilities, and gets super sad again cuz the short squid can't being back his world

Error shows up and tries to absolutely annihilate Cross, Ink steps in after Cross' soul is taken by glitcho and gets himself hurt while Cross runs away like a Pokemon

Cross escapes to Classic Sans' world, and wants to vibe in Classic's world before he dies, but whoopsy Classic let his guard down and Cross/X-Chara stole half his soul so they won't die in five minutes

Cross' manic summons a lawyer, AKA Nightmare. Tentacle weirdo proceeds to manipulate and use Cross with his sadness

Cross steals parts of a couple worlds (Underfell and Underswap) with X-Chara's abilities/help to try to bring his world back, Cross kicks the crap outta Fell, and basically mind controls him

But Ink and Classic show up, Classic slowly breaks the control Cross has over Fell, and Classic retreats, having already stolen basically the entirety of Underfell Snowdin

Some time later, while hiding in (I think) a stolen Underfell house and being utterly exhausted, X-Chara tries to sister snatch the body when Cross falls asleep, but the absolute madman Cross stabs himself in the eye with a bone to knock out X-Chara

Nightmare threatens Cross, brings him to Underswap, and Cross goes: Wow this place REALLY feels like home... That's uncomfy

Swap teams up with Ink, Classic, and Fell to take out Cross, and they successfully do, and Classic gets his full soul back, but AH SHOOT HERE WE GO AGAIN X-Chara takes a h u g e chunk out of Underswap Chara's soul, getting the OVERWRITE ability back cuz damn humans

[X-Chara stuff for a hot tick]

X-Chara tortures Swap Sans, Papyrus, and Chara by altering their realities (really messed up watching gunna to be honest ahfosnfosk) yada yada yada, that's X-Chara NOT THE BOI

Uhhh, I think Nightmare lethally stabs Swap Chara when X-Chara tries to bargain with Classic about fighting Ink, uhhh, Error realizes Cross is basically making a new AU, and declares war on Ink for breaking their 'no creation, no destruction' truce, w h o o p s

X-Chara gets Killer as a babysitter

Nightmare, X-Chara, and Killer go to Outertale and after failing to make X-Chara absorb some monster's soul, Killer makes Outer extinct (shippers gone wild)

✨Enter Inking Mistake the VERY popular Underverse fight between Ink and Error✨, after their fight, Ink releases X-Gaster and in response Error absolutely annihilates a part of the Multiverse, W H O O P S !

X-Gaster has Ink yeet Error into his Anti-Void, and Ink then steals the last half of his soul from X-Chara/Cross... Oh yeah they somehow got part of X-Gaster's soul,,,, I don't remember how

But cuz of that soul steal, X-Chara/Cross dies (wait what), and X-Gaster murderlizes Swap and Fell

X-Gaster sends good ol' Classic Sans back to his home, and eventually brings all the X-Tale characters back from the dead, including X-Chara and Cross, now as separate entities nice job dying Oreo Boy

Cross is given the decision to join X-Gaster or 'join later', Cross decides to yeet himself out of there

Okay that's Season One Cross Lore and some other stuff I've been typing for a HOT tick so if ya want me to I can try to type out Season Two as well have a nice day/night if that made no sense sorry I guess-

But in very light summary: Cross has a very bad Bi Panic

GUYS

SOMEONE PLEASE TELL ME THE UNDERVERSE LORE

I LOVE ART AND COMICS OF CROSS BUT I DON'T EVEN TRULY KNOW WHO HE IS

I DON'T HAVE ENOUGH FREE TIME TO WATCH THE SERIES AS MUCH AS I WANT TO

PLEASE

[thesunshineriptide]

Three is the Magic Number

Oh great wheel of names, reveal to me the trios paired!

Characters: Riddle, Trey, Cater, Ace, Deuce, Leona, Ruggie, Jack, Azul, Jade, Floyd, Kalim, Jamil, Idia, Ortho, Vil, Rook, Epel, Lilia, Malleus, Silver, Sebek, Yuu, Grim

Cw// swearing, mentions of m*rder and death, implications of ab*se and Riddle’s past, implications of mental health issues, platonic bed sharing and cuddling

This is based off of my person experiences in choir. They paired us pretty randomly which lead to some…interesting situations. So I decided to do the set up I had on tour (two full sized beds, 3-4 people to a room) because I think it’s funny when other people have to go through that. I used wheel of names to sort them into threes, then whoever was left over would stay with Yuu and Grim

Group A: Idia Shroud, Cater Diamond, Sebek Zigvolt.

First thing that happens is Idia tries to get his own room. When he fails, he just groans and sucks it up. He barely sleeps anyway, so who cares. Second thing that happens is Sebek immediately goes into logistics. Who sleeps alone and who has to share? What is the shower routine going to look like? Where does everyone plan to keep their luggage? What time does everyone want to be woken up the next morning?

The answer to these questions from Cater and Idia are disappointing to Sebek. Idia says he’ll “sleep” on the floor (aka play games on his tablet until morning) and Cater says he simply doesn’t care. It ends up with Sebek sleeping alone while Cater and Idia sit on the other bed, showing each other memes and watching stupid watchmojo videos.

Eventually Sebek gets tired of the light pollution coming from five feet away and goes into a long rant about how rest is important for the body and spirit of a warrior and blah blah blah. Idia and Cater couldn’t care less, they just turn down their brightness and Sebek leaves them be. Late into the night when Cater and Idia get kinda tired, they talk about deep personal shit they normally wouldn’t, but proximity makes it hard to keep in. They end up sleeping in the same bed, and wake up spooning (Idia is the little spoon) at 6 am because Sebek is a madman.

Group B: Silver, Leona Kingscholar, and Vil Schoenheit

Being completely honest, none of these guys particularly care. There’s two beds, there’s two prissy bitches, and one dude who falls asleep anywhere and everywhere.

Silver ends up taking the desk chair in the corner, looking surprisingly comfy. Leona takes the bed closest to the door and Vil takes the one near the window and AC.

Leona ends up leaving his shit everywhere because he’s used to Ruggie being the one to pick it up. Unfortunately, Vil doesn’t play that shit and they end up getting into a fight over it. Silver wakes up sometime during this and watches them from his chair, snacking on some chips he packed.

Speaking of, Vil’s got several bags, two dedicated to clothes, one to shoes, and one to his skincare supplies and makeup. Silver packed two outfits, a collapsible staff, a baton, two daggers, a set of silverware, and a million and one snacks. Leona has no idea what’s in his bag because Ruggie packed it for him, but he knows there’s clothes and probably shoes somewhere in his duffel bag.

Eventually everyone settles back down and once Vil is done taking 2 hours in the bathroom, everyone ends up going to bed pretty easily. Vil takes beauty sleep seriously and the other two just nap wherever

Group C: Jack Howl, Kalim Al Asim, and Ace Trappola

The magic wheel of names seemed to have a thirst for chaos, because putting these three in a room is asking for it. When they first enter the room, Ace ran at the nearest bed and yelled “dibs!” While Kalim and Jack struggled to get all the luggage through the door.

Kalim, ray of sunshine he is, immediately said okay to sharing with Jack. Jack, however, had a different thing in mind, tugging Kalim over to where Ace laid face down on the bed and promptly squishing him further into it.

Ace struggled from under them and eventually managed to roll out just as Kalim’s hands managed to find a pillow, promptly smacking Ace with it. This obviously resulted in a pillow fight.

Unfortunately, Jack Howl is not as responsible as everyone seems to think, because with Ace’s insistence and Kalim’s puppy eyes, he relents to sneaking out of the room to fuck around. The three managed to steal from a vending machine, run up and down all the halls, and go swimming in the pool. They were pretty surprised to run into Floyd, who was doing the same, but he was surprisingly chill and ended up joining their little group at Kalim’s invitation.

When they finally make it back to their dorm room, Floyd ends up staying with them. Kalim and Ace share one bed while Floyd and Jack share another. Floyd is a cuddler and so is Kalim, which means there’s no escape. They all end up late for their call time and get yelled at.

Group D: Riddle Rosehearts, Ruggie Bucchi, and Malleus Draconia

Every single person in this group is nervous. Riddle is nervous because Ruggie is known for robbing people and Malleus is naturally kinda intimidating, Ruggie is nervous because holy fuck two housewardens in one room and they’re the scary ones, and Malleus is nervous because he doesn’t want to scare his little friends.

Riddle is the one to act most at ease, despite being nervous. He goes about his routine of checking his notes, taking a shower, readying his clothes for the next day, and drinking a cup of calming tea before bed like usual. Ruggie pretends everything is alright as he makes small talk with Malleus, slowly loosening up when he realizes that the faerie prince isn’t gonna eat him. Malleus mostly watches everything play out with interest, playing with his tamagotchi and idly amusing Ruggie.

Eventually Ruggie gets bored and turns on the TV to a kids channel, watching the cartoon playing with mild interest. He also makes himself some microwave popcorn, and ends up offering Malleus some as well.

Riddle wants to be pissy about the TV being on, but he figures that keeping Malleus and Ruggie happy is probably more important. Eventually after getting pretty annoyed, he also watches the cartoon. He ends up completely enraptured since he never got to watch them as a kid, and it shows. Now, instead of watching the TV, Ruggie and Malleus are watching him.

When they eventually shut off the tv after some snarky banter between the lot of them, it’s surprisingly Malleus and Riddle that share. Malleus doesn’t sleep, but he does like to lounge, and Riddle sleeps like the dead due to ignoring his parents yelling as a kid, so it ends up being good for all of them. Riddle also sleeps in fetal position and will cling to anything nearby, so Malleus ends up with a very tiny red haired menace latched on his arm in a death grip all night. Neither one talk about it when he wakes up. (Ruggie enjoys the entire bed to himself and sprawls out across it, waking up turned sideways and head hanging off the edge in the morning)

Group E: Floyd Leech, Jamil Viper, and Azul Ashengrotto

Could the great seven not show some mercy to poor Jamil? Not only is he stuck with Floyd Leech and Azul Ashengrotto for three full nights, but there was an error on the hotels part, leading there to be one king sized bed instead of two full sized ones.

Floyd and Azul don’t really care, they’ve known each other forever and it’s not like they haven’t slept in the same space before. However, both Jamil and Azul are nervous messes for one reason in particular - Jamil hates Azul. And Azul…is a simp.

After the two stand around staring at each other for way too long, Floyd just goes, “I’ll sleep in the middle!” Then bellyflops on the bed. This does not make it better.

Azul instead just sighs, then disappears into the bathroom to change. Floyd and Jamil don’t bother with that, because basketball club and all. Once everyone ends up in their pajamas and teeth brushed and all that, Azul and Floyd climb into bed. Azul lays on his side, facing outward, while Floyd lays on his back staring expectantly at Jamil.

When Jamil finally gets in, he is immediately trapped by Floyd and forced to stay laying. Now, Floyd has his legs trapping Azul’s down while he grasps onto Jamil with his arms, pressing his face into Jamil’s shoulder.

Eventually two of them manage to find sleep, but Floyd gets bored and decides to go for a swim. He ends up staying with group C for the night.

Next morning, Azul and Jamil are snuggling. It seems that everyone at this school is fucking touchstarved. Azul has his head pressed into Jamil’s chest, legs intertwined and otherwise curled in on himself, and Jamil is cradling him with one arm thrown over his waist, the other under Azul’s head. When they wake up they end up springing away from each other. Azul stutters out apologies while Jamil insistently refuses to talk about it. Then they remember Floyd is supposed to be there and start freaking out. Don’t worry, they find him.

Group F: Jade Leech, Epel Felmier, and Lilia VanRouge.

Epel nearly pisses himself when he finds out who he’s rooming with. The old guy who can burn water and the henchman of the fish mafia seems like a recipe for disaster.

It turns out it’s actually not that bad, though. Jade is perfectly courteous, even if he’s a bit formal, and Lilia isn’t nearly as chaotic as Epel assumed he would be. He never asks about bed arrangements, and neither Lilia or Jade offer any information. Instead, Jade and Lilia sit on one bed while Epel sits on the other.

It’s Lilia who turns on the TV to a competitive cooking show, but it’s Jade who seems to take most interest. The two vice housewardens talk amongst themselves about the techniques and recipes of the contestants, place their bets about who will win what round and who’s going home. Epel sits silently and half assess the skincare routine Vil makes him do.

At the stroke of midnight, Lilia stretches dramatically and says, “I think it’s time for you two to get some sleep.” Before he reaches down and digs out his game. Jade says nothing, instead changing into his comically large pajamas before quietly saying “goodnight” and settling himself into the bed he was sitting on. Epel does the same, watching laying on his side to watch Lilia and Jade for a while before he actually fell asleep. Last thing he remembered was Lilia giving a sly grin and a chuckle before waving his magic pen at him, so he assumes Lilia did something.

Lilia stays up all night, like Malleus, and plays his game the whole time. He hears people running up and down the halls at around 3am, but just laughs to himself.

Jade sleeps on his side with a pillow on top of his head, and barely moves in his sleep. He doesn’t even look like he’s breathing, which lead Lilia to check and make sure he was alive a few times. Epel, on the other hand, kicks, squirms, mumbles, and snores in his sleep. All of it fairly loudly. Jade is somewhat grumpy when he wakes up, but a latte and he’s in better shape, so he won’t have to murder his roommates today. Epel is very energized though, and practically bouncing around. Jade has to count every reason why he can’t hurt Epel in his head as he finishes breakfast, carefully keeping his face neutral but his eyes read “I’m going to stab you”

Group G: Deuce Spade, Rook Hunt, and Trey Clover

These three do not care. Like at all. Deuce has shared a bed with Ace, and Ace is an ass, so this is a cakewalk. Trey is just exhausted, and Rook is…Rook.

Rook is the one who ends up sleeping alone, due to the fact that neither Trey nor Deuce feel comfortable sleeping so close to someone who literally hunts other students, but other than that it’s chill. Trey and Rook talk about dumb science shit while Deuce does his best to keep up, even going as far as taking notes for later. They end up doing homework together for a while before watching an action-comedy movie before bed (Deuce and Rook wanted action, Trey didn’t want to be fucking bored)

Trey and Deuce don’t end up cuddling, per say, but they do end up touching. Their legs are close pressed together, Trey is somewhat sprawled, and Deuce is curled up facing away from Trey. Trey ends up with a hand pressing against Deuce’s back.

Deuce and Trey wake up slightly alarmed to do the fact that Rook is staring at him. Trey just sighs and turns over, which means that Deuce just feels kinda silly when he starts mumbling random panicked words.

Eventually they do all get up because it’s the call time, and Deuce has to very carefully persuade Rook to leave the bow and arrow behind for the day. Trey doesn’t speak until he’s had coffee, and ends up sitting near Jade in complete silence.

Group H: Ortho Shroud, Yuu, and Grim.

The one dude who’s a robot and can’t sleep in a bed is the one the prefect and Grim are left with. It’s not unpleasant - it means that each of them get their own bed, much to Grim’s joy, but it is a little odd.

Regardless, they have a great time. Ortho is always pleasant company, happy to chatter away about anything. Grim is always unpleasant company, because he’s a tiny, furry arsonist. Truly, the amount of fire in the room is a bit of a concern to the one human among them, but not enough to really care.

Grim and Ortho don’t bathe which means the bathroom is pretty much all Yuu’s. They come back to find Ortho and Grim also watching cartoons, sitting on one bed while your stuff lay untouched on the other one.

It’s roughly 11pm when you decide it’s time for the kids to sleep, and while Grim complains, Ortho doesn’t. Instead he just pulls out his charging cable and looks for the closes outlet.

Yuu gets up and goes to help him out, letting him sit in the desk chair as they plug in his charger. They carefully plug him in and make sure he’s comfy, then give him a (PLATONIC) kiss on the forehead before he enters rest mode. What a cute little robot kid.

Grim doesn’t wanna go to bed but when reminded that he has a whole one to himself, he finally settles down for rest.

Yuu goes to bed shortly after, mentally checking off everything on their list of things to do today and planning for the one of tomorrow.

When they wake up, Grim is snoozing on their chest, Ortho is carrying some prepackaged goods, and it’s exactly one half hour before call time.

“It’s important to eat something before a day full of activity.” Ortho says calmly, handing you the procured foods and leaning over to pet Grim, “We have one half hour before call time. May I go to my brother?”

Yuu nodded, “of course! Thanks, Ortho. I’ll come find you and Idia in twenty minutes, okay?”

“Okay! See you then!”

[oworiio]

LUST OR LOVE: (greasy gamer) chifuyu matsuno

MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DNI. THIS POST CONTAINS DARK CONTENT.

summary — all he want is you, why can't you fucking understand that? (aka elaboration for this post)

warnings — university au, sweaty sex, discord messages, geto appearance, slut shaming,chifuyu crying, + mentions of stealthing (non-con). not proofread.

tagging — @hakk-ai, @scummy-simp, @nahoyaa, @minifuyu.

+ this idea was jammed in my brain all day and i need to write it.

The air was thick, so thick with sex that if you tried hard enough you could possibly grab at it. Slick black hair was stuck onto Chifuyu's sweaty forehead, chest heaving with labored breaths left from both.

"Oh god, Chi.." You gasp, head falling back behind your back. He loves moments like this. He loves that little nickname, treasuring how good you look, how much he makes you feel good— it makes him believes he could truly make you happy.

The harsh slams against his fat cock left his poor gaming chair creaking with the sounds of skin slapping against one another. You were close, he could tell by the way you stopped bouncing to grind on his pelvis and how effortlessly needy your moans got.

"Gonna cum for me?" He asks, almost patronizingly so as he began to rut inside of your pussy, causing a squelching noise to emit from your now spasming cunt as you nodded away at his rhetorical question.

The warmth and grip you had against his length was fighting him, it didn't take long for him to reach his high with you.

"Fuck!" He rasped.

"Gonna cum, gonna cum, fuck— don't fucking stop, don't fucking stop!" You moved your hand down to your throbbing clit, rubbing harsh at the bundle of nerves.

"You're so hot— god— I'm gonna cum!"

Chifuyu was slamming into you like a goddamn animal, uncaring about how loud his mewling was as he spurted white into the rubbery condom. Soon after he did, you'd met your own high, riding on the softening cock inside of you.

Your sex was always like this; sweaty, messy and quick. It was never different really, but after you'd finish, you'd slide off his lap so quickly, putting back on your clothes in a hurry.

All Chifuyu could do was stare and watch you put on your panties and bra, "So uh, do you wanna stay in cuddle?"

"Can't."

The black haired male sighs, he knew you would say that. You always 'can't.'

"What? Don't give me that, Matsuno. I have Ethics in about 5 minutes, if I'm late my professor will bite my ass harder than you ever could."

Chifuyu gives you another exasperated sigh, this time leaning against his chair, bringing his palm to his forehead.

You roll your eyes at his small little gestures that make you feel guilty that you're leaving so soon, but you really can't worry about him right now. You shimmy your legs as you shove up your miniskirt, picking up your bag from the littered floor.

"I'll text you later," You look back at the guy who's giving puppy eyes as you walk to his door, "Later."

"Later, love you.." He whispers the last two as you slam the wooden door behind you.

Chifuyu fucking hates it. He can't stand how much you don't fucking care about him as much as he does. He sucks his teeth as pulls off the rubber from his limp dick, throwing it away in the garbage, and pulling up his sweats back on.

He's quick to return back to his chair, turning on his PC and immediately going on Discord. In (sexual) frustration he messages his good friend, who's quick to reply.

Chifuyu begins to spill his feelings, typing like a madman. It just boggles his mind. You can't take a mans virginty, treat him like no other girl has ever treated him and just fucking leave like that again and again.

The clacking of his keyboard and his words get to him. Chifuyu, a grown man in University has fat tears streaming down his face. What's wrong with him? What's making him not enough? The thoughts roaming his mind makes him slam his fist on his desk, with an upset 'Argh.'

He's a loser, he knows it. His hobbies are weird, his social life is questionable and to his dismay his friend isn't that helpful either.

But he agrees to his friends plan, opening his phone and downloading 'Instagram', quickly making a burner account to stalk your posts and stories.

Photos and photos of you on your page makes his heart ache at the sight. Fuck, he was about to throw and smash his phone to the ground if he wasn't so focused on finding out if you truly loved him or not.

Sadly, the brand new story about 3 minutes ago with finely baked pastry and your friend wasn't Ethics class. You were lying to him, just as he expected. At this point Chifuyu was in shambles, crying and wailing as if his family had gotten shot in front of him.

Fuck you. Actually fucking fuck you. Fuck you because you lied, fuck you because you don't care and fuck you because he fucking loves you. Chifuyu sends the images of your story to his friend, telling him about how you lied to him and how you told him you were going to your class.

Chifuyu sniffles as he types his last words to his friend over discord, wiping away any tears he had rolling down his cheek. He's a loser, not a fucking moron. You'll figure this out sooner or later.