#get it looked at by a proffesional

[cosmichorrorsarestillnicerthanme]

Does anyone else have the sudden urge to just... fucken.... lay down in the middle of the floor in the fetal position while inhaling a loaf of garlic bread while simultaneously being just... dead to the world and scrolling on tumblr?

Anyway that's how I'm spending my afternoon.

[x-crowmancer-x]

OKAY RANT ON VIVZIEPOP SCROLL PAST IF YOU DONT CARE

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I like Viv as an artist, shes inspired me since frickin middleschool with her animations, character designs, and now 2 shows holy crap. I just really wish she'd get off social media for her own mental health cuz good god it's not great to see a whole thread of tweets arguing with someone about the dislike of fanfiction having homophobic undertones its just... agdhdh Viv is a pretty controversial person due to unfortunate past events and having shows that present some darker subject matter. Honestly? I want to see Viv not just move past the previous controversy, but learn from it to be better. Its totally fair tho if you think the handling of certain topics arent done well, there are things people will have preference over. And I dont give a fuck about shipping, I dont wanna see it, frankly. If you're doin somethin shady with it and I see it I'm certainly not going to like it and I'll do my best to not interact with you, but I think we should make tagging things just a common thing? Keeps things organized and people can intake what they want while the stuff they dont want is not being shown to them. Same goes with headcanons they're someone imagining something, they arent holding the creators hostage to make it canon. Canon is silly anyways! Both the OG and a headcanon can exist because AUs and headcanons are just another version of the thing. Headcanons arent going to change the episodes, they'll still be the same way the creators made it. So like... chill.

Just as long as it has no mental or physical negative implications or intent against actual living people I will add.

Dont harrass actors because they play a villian you need to separate fiction and reality it's literally their job to pretend to be someone else.

[chisatowo]

I ❤ making convoluted hcs for inkling and octoling "hair" styling stuff that I will proceed to do nothing with.

[ivesambrose]

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𝓟𝓲𝓬𝓽𝓾𝓻𝓮 1

Your central theme is rising from the ashes. You're in the process of the most intense metamorphosis yet. A new dawn, a new day, a new life.

You'll feel empowered, passionate and obsessive about your pursuits. You'll allow the old skin to be ripped off of you and you'll no longer be scared to be you.

This year brings you connections, admires, collaborations, unions both in personal and proffesional life.

There's a certain duality in you that you haven't explored yet, but you will in the coming months.

You'll have good health for the most part compared to the previous year. Your family will be taken care of. The hope and assurance you may have lacked from them will come through. It will feel warm and refreshing. (Goes for chosen family too)

Romantically, you may be focused on your career or just living your life a lot. But someone might want to build a legacy or long term relationship with you.

If you're already coupled, the focus goes to building what you have and looking after domestic affairs and see things bloom.

Proffesionally, you will have your most successful and blessed year. Money shouldn't be a problem and even if it seems like it, your needs will always be met and you'll still have more.

Some of you might enjoy ghe fruits of your labour extensively. This goes for the ones who work solo or run their own business etc

Academically, you might feel a bit disinterested. Might move out from your home or change subjects. Take up something completely new. Might face your fears and push through but make it a point to follow your inner calling for the most part.

Themes centered around relationships and partnerships are significant this year as well opportunities coming out of the blue that call you to heed your intuition and step out of your comfort zone or limiting mindsets, that will inevitably lead to travel, progress and new experiences.

Make the best of this year, it'll feel like you're finally on the journey you've been preparing yourself for all this time.

𝓟𝓲𝓬𝓽𝓾𝓻𝓮 2

Your central theme is using your emotions as your guiding force, using it as fuel and not seeing it as weakness. Quieting your mind so you can listen to your instincts more. Healing from things you don't speak of, that you've felt have persistently held you back from your potential and finally taking the lead. You'll feel like the main character in your life finally, instead of seeing everything through the lens of a side character no one remembers.

You'll feel motivated to follow what makes your heart happy. You may be faced with choices a lot this year, a lot of this or that in several aspects of your life. Trust yourself to make the right decisions.

You'll be learning about your mind and body this year, so incase you go through ups and downs in your health you'll be able to manage it but also guide others too.

Romantically, you might as well get your happy ending. I see that you're mostly focused on the complete picture. Not bothered with what is going on in between too much. So you'll get what you're manifesting eitherway.

Proffesionally, a rebirth or evolution will take place. Something new that will grow overtime. You'll be driven about it. So success will be imminent.

Success in academics as well, feeling proud of your achievements.

Themes around revolution, personal development, healing generational trauma, humanitarism, technology as well being open to the unknown will also be prevalent this year.

Learn to make amends and embrace the breakthroughs this year has to offer you.

𝓟𝓲𝓬𝓽𝓾𝓻𝓮 3

Your central theme is related to wealth, inheritance, change of lifestyle, receiving help, building a legacy and feeling more secure. Some of you will see a success or change they did not see coming, it was hidden for the longest time.

Some of you may even be leaving poverty behind for a more financially secure life.

You'll find yourself blooming, physically especially. A glow up in your looks and quality of being is going to be imminent. Focus on health, beauty, food, routine etc as well. A lot of you will be experiencing vivid dreams, strange synchronicities etc too will be learning about esoteric subjects, occult or the subconscious mind a lot. You'll also be receiving success and recognition or you might be building your steps towards it that will eventually pay off in the long run.

You'll feel like this old self or image of you has died. You may even mourn it for some time but will feel more powerful, confident and self assured once you're past that.

Romantically, you'll be feeling desirable and might attract a lot of suitors. Your self concept will improve exponentially, so will your standards. So nothing less than what you want. Your intuition will be at all time high. Fear no one and nothing. Some of you might also be moving to a new house too or might end up owning something in your name.

Proffesionally, although you might deal with competition you won't be too worried. You know your skills, you'll have your resources, your work will speak for it self and you will stand out.

Friendship, community, discoveries and gains are also some of the themes surrounding you this year.

Let your imagination create for you. You'll soon realize there's so much power in allowing yourself to receive what you desire by simply being instead of doing too much.

[aziuuu]

SEASON 3!!!!!!!!!

Jon is wearing random borrowed clothes... Not like he has time to stylize proffesional looking outfits.

Have some fresh Elias but I didn't change his outfit. Maybe I'm getting lazy lmao

I just made Tim more angry lookin sorry

Michael is the same as in last season and Helen will be in the next one!

[reginamillls]

have some of my 911 Once Upon a Time AU

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"Uncle Buck-" Jee says and Buck looks down at her lap, but she wasn't looking up at him, instead her finger was pointed to the page of her storybook where a beautiful woman was laying amongst a field of flowers.

"I don't know bunny," Buck says amused. "I don't think I can fit in that dress."

"No that's you," Jee insists and she looks up at Buck then. "You but diff- differ-"

"Different?" Buck prompts and Jee nods her head smiling.

"You think I'm Beauty? And not the Beast?" Buck asks, curious now and Jee nods her head and she turns the page.

The beast in this storybook is massive. A tall creature that stands on it's hind legs. His paws are large, ending in wicked looking claws and his teeth are just as sharp. He's terrifying at first glance, but Buck has read this book with Jee before and he knows that the terrifying expression on the Beast's face softens as he finds love with Beauty.

His blue eyes, the same color as twilight, seem to shine when he looks at Beauty.

He should have wings. Buck thinks as his finger traces the illustration. It's wrong somehow, but Buck has never thought that before. The features are different, the color of his fur should be darker-

Buck shakes away the suddenly strange thoughts and Jee turns the page again.

"I've never been Beauty before?" Buck asks. In the dozens of times they've read this fairytale, Buck has been many things in their world of pretend. Dragons and Princes and Knights. He's even been Alice and everytime Jee-Yun has laughed and gone with their make believe.

She sounds so serious now.

Buck wants to ask know, he wants to know who the Beast could be - when Chimney comes in, a grim look on his face.

"Sorry Buck," Chim says as he comes into the room, wiping the grease from his forehead with a frown. "You need more than just my knowledge for the jeep. You need a proffesional."

Buck sighs, letting his head fall ontop of Jee's which makes her giggle and tell Buck that he had a heavy head. It was a little bit of a balm to the dissapointment he had in Chim not being able to get her to start.

"Is there even a mechanic in Storybrooke?" Buck asks. He's had his Jeep for years, and he's never needed help with it before, Buck can't even think of the last time he needed an oil change.

"There's one on the outskirts of town, right next to the lake. It's called Harbor," Chimney says. "Guy who runs it, he doesn't really come into town that much."

"You know him?" Buck asks and Chimney's brows furrow his gaze going distant for a moment-

"I've seen him in town," Chimney says finally, his voice more monotone then before, almost rehearsed.

Buck has a moment of thinking it strange-

"I think your jeep has enough life in her to make it out that way," Chimney explains as he goes to the kitchen to clean up. Buck kisses Jee's head before setting her down on the couch by herself and goes to follow his brother in law.

"Do you want us to come with?" Chimney asks and Buck shakes his head.

"Nah," He smiles. "Jee missed her Dad, you to should snuggle up with her," Buck suggests with a grin. "Maybe watch a movie with her."

"Yeah," Chimney says and his eyes glance over to where Jee was arranging her stuffed animals carefully by her tea set. She was quietly singing to herself in one of the many songs she would make up on the spot.

Chimney's smile turns sad and Buck follows his eyes to the picture of Maddie that hung on the wall.

Buck feels something tighten in his chest, and he reaches out and puts an arm around Chimney, hugging him close.

They don't talk about Maddie outside of telling Jee about her memory.

"Get out of here before Jee asks you to stay," Chimney jokes, pushing playfully at Buck. "I don't want to lose my snuggle bunny for the night."

Buck goes to say his goodbyes, giving Jee an extra big hug and promising to see her soon.

The drive there is miserable. The jeep sputters and groans on the way there and Buck repeatedly pets the dashboard and begs it to make it just a little bit further.

It's not a long drive, Storybrooke is a small town, but it's the furthest he had to drive in -

He can't remember how long.

The shop itself is unassuming, more of a large garage connected to a small house than anything else. Next to it is a small junkyard, filled with rusting cars, broken appliances and a small biplane that surprises Buck to see. He doesn't remember ever seeing a plane fly over Storybrooke.

Shaking his head away from the strange thought, Buck moves to go into the shop.

There's a thick metal door up front, and Buck would think it looked unwelcoming if it werent for the crooked open sign. He pushes at it, and the hinges move smoothly despite the weight. It's well taken care of.

Despite how the outside looks, the inside feels more welcoming. There's a small couch next to a desk that sits at the corner of the garage. The couch is well loved but clean, and Buck can imagine sitting comfortably in it, maybe even reading from one of the many books that are crammed into the book case next to the couch.

A sign says to ring the bell for service and Buck does so, tapping it three times.

He rocks on his heels, turning to look at the shelf with his hands in the pockets of his jacket, pulling the fabric in front of him.

Buck reaches out again and taps the bell.

"I heard you," A gruff voice says and Buck turns to look at the owner of the voice.

He's a tall man, as tall as Buck is himself and broad.

The man steps from the shadows, and Buck's eyes widen.

There are scars on the man's face that span further down, hidden by the collar of the man's jumper. One of them pulls at his mouth, making it look like he was frowning.

Beyond the scars though are a pair of blue eyes.

The same color as twilight.

part two here

[kaivenom]

Carmy Berzatto dating a food critic!reader HCS

Masterlist

Pre-relationship

You met him once when you were an appentice and he was in the previous restaurant.

You tasted his food and became interested on the idea of tasting his creations again, but as a critic fully prepare.

When you heard that he left the restaurant you were really sad.

But when you get the information that he went to reopen his brother's restaurant in Chigago, you decided to visit him.

Now you have a reputation in the food world, so when you sat down the waiter recognized you and got so nervous that he went to warn Carmy.

He didn't remember you at first, but after seeing you sit on the table with your cold look and your manners, he started to remember you.

That's when everything started to get crazy on the kitchen, you didn't need to be inside to notice it.

Apparently, the idea of a critic being there got everyone on their nerves, that's not new on your profession but you weren't on service.

When the food came to your plate, it was Carmy who served you. You were really excited about it, he was even more handsome that you remember.

The food on the other hand, was not as good as you remembered, maybe it was for the chaos in the kitchen or the new team, it was still really good.

He asked for your opinion and you said it to him, being the most proffesional you can be and you also said that you won't be publising it.

Apparently he had the impression that you did it because the food was a awfull to your tastes and his status.

You decided to came back a couple of weeks later and before entering the restaurant you saw Carmy on the side of the restaurant having a panic attack.

You helped him, even when he didn't want your help at first, you spent a couples of hours talking and of course, you explianed to him all the situation.

With all that being said, he proposed that you came to the restaurant from time to time to see how it's evolving.

That plan sounded good to you and so you did.

The visits you paid to the restaurant where really helpull for them to improve the cooking, for you to your critic skills and for Carmy to calm down.

A year passed and the renovation of the restaurant was completed, you were surprised that he invited you.

When he got trapped into the fridge, you talked to him trying to calm the situation. He was not cooperating, in a risky attempt to get him to shut up and stop being an asshole, you said you liked him.

He in fact got quiet and by the time they get him out, he went as fast as possible to find you.

You were outside the local, waiting for a taxi when he gets there and kisses you.

After that you didn't date at first, but knowing each others feelings made you two take things seriously.

Relationship

Dealing with panic and anxiety attacks it's a must, to the point that it's now a common thing to do for each other, because being a critic and dealing with the public opinion it's not a relaxing job either

Spending afternoons on is apartament or in the back of the restaurant trying his new foods and combinations.

Sleeping on the same bed, arms wrapped and legs tangled, hearing his heartbeat while you lay on his chest or sleeping in spoon.

Normally, he wokes up first or simply can't sleep so he gets up to take some drink, you usually noticed a little later and go acompany him.

He always insists on not doing it, on sleep more alone but you always want to circle your arms around his waist and lay your head on his shoulder and try to get him back to bed.

On particulary rough nights, he will be the little spoon, especially when something related to his family happens.

More than once, he got a little late to work because of wanting to get more time with you.

Nobody tends to say anything when that happens because he is more calm when that happens.

At first he doesn't open up about feelings or thoughts, not because he doesn't trust you but because he doesn't know how to comunicate.

You help him control his autodestructive impulses so the environment at work becames better for everyone.

Small kisses eveytime he can, on the cheek or the forehead, in public it's what happens the most.

He tries to keep it cool and gentlemen when you are on the restaurant or in public but when you are alone, he shows all his feelings thru physical contact.

At first, RIchie had a personal crusade with you, thinking you were trying to hurt the restaurant or his cousin, but once you start dating, he treated you like you were family.

You officially had become the taster of every recipe and menu the crew tries, you often joke about it.

Everytime you have to travel to a restaurant or job, Carmy gets really sad and always tries to text you or call you and ask you about your day.

Once you come back from the trip, he always wants to hear everything you have to say about your experience before he says anything about his week.

He really enjoys listening to you, your voice calms him. WHen he starts to get really insufferable, you yell at him or just raise your voice and he starts to shut up and leave everyone alone.

You tried to do meditation once, you didn't need it and Carmy considered stupid, but once in a while you find him doing something similar.

He tries to teach how to cook things but he it's not a good teacher, it's really impatient with people, even if he tries to be extra nice to you.

He tends to use this cooking lessons to just spent some quality time with you.

You spent his free days laying in bed, almost never going out, just being lazy.

It's very difficult to convince him to talk to his bother in-law, nut you oblige him to be nice while you talk to his sister on the family gatherings.

Some paperworks of culinary world commented about your relationship but you two didn't care, after all you didn't critic his restaurant.

NSFW

Frustated sex very often.

Going to see him at the end of the turn and he is so desperate that he couldn't keep it in his pants.

The thing about Carmy's sex drive it's that he doesn't comunicate his emotions with words so it transforms in hornyness or just the need of getting all out with you.

With frustation, angryness, etc. his hornyness increases.

He tents to be more dominant, not in a daddy kink way, it's just that he is used to being in control, and that includes bed.

He would never do something that could hurt you, but he really likes to grip you hard.

Sex with you is his relieve, before work, after a night on the restaurant, on workbreaks.

He is very passional about it, ussually fast and rough.

When slow sex happens, it's just really sensual, taking his time to work you up.

[currently-evil]

Yeah sure we know how Neil is with reporters (bloody brilliant that's how he is) but How about Andrew? How  does he act in front of the camera?

My personal headcannon is that he will do ANYTHING not to talk about Exy, especially as a Proffesional Exy player.

And I imagine him going through phases, testing how much he can do, before his PR Agent snaps and tries to kill him.

First time he is chosen to talk to reporters at the end of the game... he just keeps silent. Stare at all people with dead bored eyes, until they give up and ask somebody else.

Yeah, no, that can't be. His PR Agent immediately tells him you have to, HAVE TO talk to the reporters, Andrew.

Very well, Andrew can talk to them.

Next time he answers all of their questions.... in german.

Ok, I see what you are doing here, I see. But no, stop that. In English Andrew, answer in English.

No problem.  So Andrew of course answers questions in English, by convincing every reporter that he is Aaron (and also implying that they are incompetent by catching the wrong brother.)

Andrew can tell his PR agent is a step away from nervous breakdown when he gets a berating letter from her the next day. (He blocked her everywhere out of spite.) This time he even got a list that said You can't keep silent with reporters, you can't answer them in another language and you can't claim you are Aaron, you have to talk about exy.

And honestly all that can be arranged.

So next time he talk with reporters, even in english! and don't claim to be Aron single time... instead he tells them he really doesn't know anything about exy.

You see the thing with Andrew is that he has this energy, this posture, this quiet self confidence that makes it really hard to realize if he  is lying or not.

Just picture room full of sports journalists staring at Andrew unsure, quietly looking at each other trying to judge what is really going on.

"You dont know anything about exy?"

"nope"

"None of the rules?"

"Nothing"

"But...but you play professionally!"

"I was told I have to keep the ball out of the goal, I don't know anything else."

"You ... you trained with Kevin Day! Son of the exy! How is it possible??"

"Kevin also told me to keep the ball out of the goal."

Needless to say it's one of the funniest after game interviews to exist and the moment Andrew's agent starts looking for another job.

[soapymansuds]

Eternity and Counting

(Pt2. Also pretty short but I'm kinda just handling introductory stuff, so bear with me. Uploads will be made every Tuesday for as long as I have stuff to upload. Thank you for your support, hope you enjoy!!)

Pt1

Obey me! X Angel!MC (They/Them Pronouns)

TW: Suicide, depression, self-deprecation, death, big feelings, lots of sad.

MC just can't handle anything anymore and takes their own life. Imagine their dismay to find even death isn't the end for them.

When did it get so bright? I'd swear I was staring into the face of the sun if it weren't for the gentle breeze that sways my hair. I open my eyes just barely, blinking away the glare of my surroundings. I'm acutely aware of several voices around me, one of which is more familiar than I'd like. How could it not have worked? It's impossible. I was certain that those herbs would take me out. And so was everybody else, because even if I hadn't done my research, Barbatos kept them locked in a special cabinet for ingredients never to be used while I was in the castle. I had to have died.

As the world around me slowly blinks into view, I'm greeted by a terrifying sight. Simeon sits crouched before me, worry and fear marring his perfect skin. His voice is muffled and foggy as he speaks,  but slowly I recognize his question.

"What have you done?"

It's soft. Gentle. Like when my mother used to ask after I had made a small, albeit amusing, mess. I consider for a moment how to answer him. I want to ask him what he thinks I've done, but the sarcasm feels like it'd be more painful now than it usually would. So instead I take my moment of consideration to look around. I've been to the celestial realm before, but this feels different. Suddenly, I find my answer. A pair of answers really, fluttering against my back.

"I failed... Again..." I whisper, staring at my hands, and soon the tears falling onto them. "Fuck me, you'd think killing yourself would be harder to mess up." Something maniacal in me laughs. It's hard to say if I'm laughing at my joke or myself. Maybe it's both.

When I look up, Simeon's face has shot from worry to deep, deep concern. He's quick to pull out his phone, but I'm quicker to bat it out of his hand.

"You can't. You can't tell them." I mumble, not breaking eye contact. "It's bad enough you have to know, Luke will find out I'm sure. But they can't..."

"MC, they deserve to know! Do you know how worried they are right now? You've been dead a whole month!" He's nearly yelling, but his expression doesn't change much. It's hard to tell if he's angry or confused. Maybe he's both.

"They deserve to move on Simeon. You all do, I'm just sorry I've managed to fuck up your opportunity to do it. They got their letters, they know why I did it. So do you. It would be unfair of me to put them through all of that, give them an opportunity to live without me dragging them down, just to turn around a month later and force myself back into their lives because I didn't have to forethought to consider I could have been reborn an Angel!" It's not that I hadn't considered it. I had just assumed suicide knocked you off the divine rebirth roster. Guess I should have checked.

Simeon looks prepared to say something back but is quickly cut off by another voice.

"So this is the great MC I've heard so much about." He chuckles, stepping out from behind Simeon. "It's a pleasure to finally meet you, though I do wish it was under better circumstances." his head tilts as if he's considering the whole ordeal. "I'm certain Lucifer would be ecstatic to hear the news, but if you insist on secrecy, that can be arranged."

"Michael I-" Simeon begins but stops quickly, fixing his tone and face to seem more proffesional. "Are you certain? Their absence has caused such a stir in the Devildom." He looks back at me like he's expecting that to change my mind more than Michael's.

"The Devildom can handle its own turmoil. We owe our loyalties to the angels of the Celestial realm. And if our new angel here wishes to hide their presence from Lord Diavolo himself, then I'll do what I can. For now, at the very least. And if you ever change your mind, I can help you then as well." He nods, holding a hand out to help me to my feet. I take it cautiously, finding a new balance in my stance with the additional weight on my back. I never expected these to be so heavy. And getting a better look at them now, they're huge. Rivaling Lucifer's, in span at least.

"If you'd like, I have a private garden. You may spend your days there for as long as you want." He grins, something strangely knowing in his eyes.

(Thank you for visiting my silly little stories. Like I said, uploads should be pretty consistent, but if you'd like a friendly reminder, comment to be added to the tag list!)

-Your friend, The Author

[wonwooobsessed]

♥*♡∞:｡.｡Hidden Harmonies♥*♡∞:｡.｡

Suggestive: none

Theme: sweet, tooth rotting fluff, gets close eventually

You've recently been hired by Pledis Entertainment, a well-known idol company, as the dietician responsible for ensuring the members of their popular boy group, Seventeen, maintain optimal health and nutrition. It's been a few weeks since you started, and you've gradually built a rapport with the members, helping them with personalized meal plans, healthy snacks, and dietary advice tailored to their intense schedules.

"Hey, y/n got a minute?", Seungcheol asks.

You look up from your notes, "Of course, Seungcheol. What's up?"

"I was just wondering if you could help me tweak my meal plan a bit. I've been feeling a bit low on energy during practice."

You nod and start discussing potential changes, suggesting a few adjustments to his breakfast and snack times. As you talk, you notice that Seungcheol seems more relaxed around you than before. His gaze lingers a bit longer, and there's a softness in his eyes that wasn't there in the beginning.

"You know, I really appreciate all the help you've given us. It's made a big difference."

You smile, feeling a warmth in his compliment. "I'm glad to hear that. It's my job to make sure you guys are at your best."

Seungcheol hesitates for a moment, then leans in slightly. "I was thinking... maybe we could grab a coffee sometime? Outside of work, I mean."

Your heart skips a beat, surprised by his directness. You take a moment to gather your thoughts. "That sounds nice, Seungcheol. I'd like that."

He grins, clearly pleased with your response. "Great! I'll text you later to set up a time."

You arrive at the café a few minutes early, finding a quiet table by the window. The atmosphere is warm and inviting, with the rich aroma of coffee filling the air. Seungcheol arrives shortly after, oh how handsome he looks you always had a thing for him but looking at how proffesional he was you never made the first move.

"Hey y/n, sorry if I'm a bit late."

You smile and shake your head. "Not at all. I just got here myself."

You both get into a comfortable conversation, getting to know each other better outside of work. You notice how easy it is to talk to him and the way he looks at you while you are talking no one seemed to ever look at you with the soft eyes, you are pulled out of your thoughts when Seungheol says.

"I want to get to know you better not only as your as our dietician you know but... as a person" His eyes are serious as he leans close to you, you feel your breath hitch. You never saw him this serious.

As days pass by you guys meet more frequently together, it doesn't take long before Seungcheol asks you out after taking you to a Michelin star restaurant. He holds your hand as if you are a piece of porcelain and asks if you would be his girlfriend.

When you two approach the members holding hands and being seemingly close, they seem unbothered. All of them groan and giving the same answer at once, "We already knew".

[austinsastrology8991]

> Mars in Houses < How you fight demons by becoming more demony ANd where others thirsty for yo Red-Bull-shit

Mars in First - Red bull gave you wings. your venom is oozing out yo teeth, but you still grinning at anything that moves. you act out a lot -and we let you - only because we don't wanna be the reason you lashed out - and you will justify your outbursts with any reason possible. because anything and everything makes you jump into a fist fight. and we don't wanna hear it was our fault later when we all know its your fault Mars in Second - Red bull made you sleep. you tired of fighting, but you will never surrender - so like what do you even want. your easily the most annoying person to get in a fight with because you never quit even if you lost the fight. passive in yo jabs but you a genius at pissing me off. and honestly the only reason i put up with it is because you so god damn sensual but your the definition of walking on egg shells Mars in Third - Red bull gave you intrusive thoughts. You are irrationally provocative and you don't even care that you just pissed everyone off with yo shit talking. you are able to have a conversation, but you must get the final word, and this final word, is why we all roll our eyes at you whenever you say yo 'piece.' notice how know one talks shit back to you? talk is cheap Mars in Fourth - Red bull gave you cancer - you hold in a lot, and we know your insides are boiling into a hot soup and thats why everyone so nice to you. we dont want to be the ones you vomit at. and we know its because yo mama made you bite yo tongue as a kid. and well we gotten used to it Mars in Fifth - Red bull gave you energy - get hyper - *dubstep**ksi appears** your dominant simply because your energy is overwhelming to others > you got the loudest laugh > the 'funniest' jokes > the biggest rawr xd > no one gonna step to you because you loud , and to extinguish yo flames we gotta call the fire brigade because you set the whole building on fire Mars in Sixth - Red bull gave you band aids/aids - you the most non combative person but can cut anyone so easily. you know exactly how to put someone down, and thats why you dont look for fights, because it feels like work at dis point. undercover freaks Mars in Seventh - Red bull gave you an erection - RED ROCKET RED ROCKET ummm do you really gotta show yo red rocket to everyone. seriously you working everyone as if you plan on sleeping with everyone. and the people you really wanna sleep with man, never seen a bigger simp, but keep pretending you a pimp, i mean i would too if i was as thirsty as you Mars in Eighth - Red bull gave you demon wings - scary. you can expose anyone by diggging into their psyche/secrets, and after you expose them, you console them, make them feel better about how you made them yo bitch. I mean its impressive how well you keep your secrets to yourself, but man do you exterminate everyone elses and its uncomfortable to be yo target Mars in Ninth - Red bull made you jump off something high - loud ambitions and a whole buncha energy. and well we know you have a grand plan to take over the world, but we done hearing about it we just waiting to see if you got the balls to do it. oh wow you actually jumped off the cliff and nearly died. was it as legendary as you thought it would be > i mean shit, imma talk about it so maybe? Mars in Tenth - Red bull made you put on a suit - Professionally a proffesional. a professional that proffeses they a profesional professionally like professionals who are proffesional. do you feel like i gave you the respect you deserved, or do you feeel im mocking you? they ask themselves this typa shit 24/7 because they dont wanna get spat on, but they so used to it - so they put themselves in only win win situations to avoid anything 'unprofessional'

Mars in Eleventh - Red bull gave you purpose - yall are kinda fearless but we all know its because you so afraid you wont get your way lol. but you masters at getting yo way, but that just means people dont wanna get in yo way... now ask yourself. how beneficial is this really. i mean at least nothing is an obstacle, but also no one helping you, becasue your attitude has convinced everyone you dont need help, and we also don't want to Mars in Twelfth - Red bull made you think he gave you wings - yall into infecting peoples minds; thats yo weapon. you know the exact right things to pull off to get people stuck in a thought loop of guessing what ifs of what is actually nothing at all. and this 'weapon' after a while, is completely useless after yo game is revealed, but yall are intriguing and are always shapeshifting into some new shit

[maestro04yayyy]

Slight spin on the exchange that started it all, but like.

Juleka was still not entirely sure how she got here. A ballroom in Chloe's hotel to be specific. Or how she found herself in this situation. Dancing with Chloe who was all too happy to be up close and... intimate.

That's a lie.

Juleka knew how she got here, she just wasn't entirely sure why, or if it was a good idea.

"Closer now, my precious jewel," Choe murmured and Juleka instinctively pulled the blonde closer. Chloe brushing pouty lips along her collar bone as they slowly span.

"You're so naturally regal, it would take most much longer to get this far."

"You're a good teacher," Juleka murmured into those golden locks, and she could feel Chloe vibrate a little with excitement.

"That just means we're both exceptional dear- and spin."

Juleka loosened her grip and let Chloe spin out, only hold on by the thinnest of margins before pulling the smaller girl in, resting Chloe's back against her chest.

Chloe, as she was want to do, pressed herself ever closer and started to-

Juleka swallowed and hastily pulled Chloe into a twirl, before resetting their position.

"Sorry," Juleka mumbled, hair falling over her face and obscuring sight of that pout.

Chloe wasn't having it though and brushed her hair back over her ears, nails tracing along her skin.

"You know I don't mind, so what's the problem?"

"My body is one thing, my time another," Juleka rambled slowly, trying to piece disparate thoughts and half formed speeches together as they swayed.

"But I can't be unfair to you, I... I can't when I still feel the way I do about Rose."

To her surprise Chloe just tsked, "Oh is that all, don't fret, I'm not the possessive type and besides, I already know I'll win one day~"

Juleka almost stopped but the last month or so association with Chloe had shown her the girl had a... Unique way of communicating and seeking understanding was best done before reacting.

"You're trying to beat her then?"

Chloe chuckled. "I'm copeting for your attention, darling and it isn't a sprint but a marathon." Chloe kept their pace steady even as their steps grw moree complex. "I've labored a lifetime and longer for less than you've given me in a month."

Again with those words, that recurring idea of love given but never reciprocated that left Juleka holding CHloe a little tighter, more possessively, just as she liked it.

"Be ready to dip," Chloe whispered, tone briefly sliding back to proffesional before the flirtacious huskiness returned as Juleka used her taller frame to dip Chloe low.

"I know eventually, you will choose me, until then, I can be patient and playful~"

The blonde arched her back and coiled a leg around Juleka to keep them intimate, while her gaze drifted as she exposed her neck.

Normally Juleka would like the sight, but right now, those sapphire eyes that screamed so intensely weren't on her and she did not like that.

"Head up," Juleka ordered in Chloe's instructor tone.

Well taught, or perhaps trained, Chloe's head shot up and Juleka pulled her in closer, much closer than she usually allowed.

"I can't give you what you're asking for, yet, but I can tell you something."

Juleka said her hand up Chloe's back and ran teasing nails along the back of her neck before cradling her head and forcing the blonde to look her in the eyes.

"I like it when you look at me, and I hate when you look away."

Cloe's tongue traced along her lips, the ballerina gripped Juleka's shoulders and lifted herself up, both legs coiling around her like a python.

Their eyes never lost contract.

"Then I won't be looking anywhere else, will I?"

Chloe hadn't quite closed the distance for a kiss, but that was fine.

Because Juleka did.

God that's amazing!!!!!! And i love everything abouit it!!!!

ALSO THEY ARE DANCING!!!!! AWESOME!!!! and yeah chloe is very phisical and love touch(she is touch starved after all, at least in my head), so she of course get very intimate(also she find it fun!!!!!)

And yep juleka is good!!! and chloe is here to make her understand it!!! Also yayy love is a marathon, and I love juleka getting all protective and sad seeing chloe talk about how her love usually get treated, and I think juleka will eventually realize how good chloe is at following orders and how she never do something juleka directly said she doesn't like or want, and probably get concerned (she had a clear exemple of a relationship like that with chloe and Sabrina and it's not very good).

Alsp yep chloe is staring!!!!!!!

And they kissed!!!!!!!!!! Perfect!!!!

[jennaajoseph]

ㅤㅤㅤ ❛ Home. ❜ ⸻ Holden Worther x F!Reader.

── ﹙౨ৎ ⋆｡˚ MASTERLIST&INFO.﹚. ☆

౨ৎ ⋆｡˚ SUMMARY. ⸻ Holden comes home after a long time at the mental hospital.

౨ৎ ⋆｡˚ PAIRING. ⸻ holden worther x fem!reader.

౨ৎ ⋆｡˚ CONTENTS. ⸻ fluff, kinda sad if you ask me, bf!holden, generally sensitive topics, mentions of: mental hospital, drinking, rehab, failed suicide attempt, female reader.

౨ৎ ⋆｡˚ A/N. ⸻ an universe where Holden got help he deserved tbh. Can y'all write more fics for Holden pls??

This one has quite sensitive topics, feel free to correct me if it's needed! Thank you!

Also it took a longer time for me to upload smth cuz someone requested Holden and I wanted to post it first!

(also I think about doing a part two on that, we'll see.)

౨ৎ ⋆｡˚ CREDITS. ⸻ photo - pinterest (cropped by me) , divider - @/cafekitsune.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ﹙©jennaajoseph﹚

After a failed suicide attempt caused by Holden's drinking problem, he finally agrees to get proffesional help. You were happy that he finally went to the mental hospital, where he was slowly getting better, going to rehab and therapy. Even if that meant not seeing him a lot, you were still happy that he was willing to work to become a better version of himself.

When Holden was in the hospital, he wrote you a lot of different stories. Your desk was always filled with sheets of paper. As time passed, his stories began to be less dark than before, and you took that as a good sign.

Sometimes he wrote you letters, writing about how he's feeling, and asking how you are feeling, how much he missed you, or how much he finally wants to finally see you and "kiss your pretty face". From the letters, you also found out that he started to really enjoy crafting. He sent you his every work; drawings, origami or small paintings made with acrylic paint.

Your room was full of things from him, and every time he sent you something new, you missed him even more.

⭑⭒⭒

Finally, when it was time for Holden to come back home, you couldn't hold your excitement. You were willing to help him with everything he needed, and support him all the time.

You and his parents drove to the hospital to pick him up. Of course, you were way more excited than them, but you were still glad they helped Holden get the help he deserved. They didn't show much emotion to anyone anyway, even themselves.

All of you were in the waiting room. Your leg bounced anxiously as you bit your nails. A bad habit of yours. Holden's parents were reading a magazine, not really caring about the world around them.

"Here for Thomas Worther?" A doctor appeared in the room, looking at some papers. Your head immediately jolted up when you heard his voice. Holden's mom confirmed, the doctor nodded, disappearing from the room the second after.

You let out an anxious sigh, but also a small excitement washed over you, finally being able to see Holden after a long time was something you were looking forward to for a long time. You couldn't visit him because of the policy. Only family members were allowed to, which was also quite limited because of his condition.

The door of the waiting room opened again after a while, Holden and a nurse entered the room.

"Okay Holden, wish you luck!" She smiled at him, and he nodded. The nurse turned to his parents and gave them some papers to sign, also talking about his therapy and rehab that he's still supposed to attend.

Holden quickly dropped his bags on the floor when he saw you. "Oh God, y/n" he quickly rushed in your direction. You stood up from your seat, and he wrapped his arms around you squeezing you tightly. You hugged him back as he hid his face in the crook of your neck. "I missed you so fucking much."

"Oh, Holden." You tried to hold your tears back, it was the first time you held him in almost 4 months. "I missed you too." You whispered, running your hand in his hair.

"I was scared that you won't be here." He gave you a pleading look, and your heart broke even more.

"Holden, I've been waiting for all this time." You cupped his face with both hands.

"I wanna go home..." He whispered, pressing your hands on his face harder. "...with you."

"Okay, we are going home soon, I promise." You reassured him.

"Tom," You both turned your head towards his parents and a nurse. "I think it's time for us to go home."

He quickly nodded grabbing your hand, and picking up his bags, everyone was ready to leave when the nurse spoke again. "Take care of yourself, Holden." She looked at him, then at you. You smiled at her gently.

"I will." He responded softly.

The car ride was filled with Holden's stories from the hospital. He sat very close to you, tightly holding your hand the whole time. He told you everything. What was his routine, his doctor visits, how his therapy looked like, what he learned. You couldn't stop listening. You missed everything about him.

⭑⭒⭒

"Let me grab this." His father said, when Holden wanted to pick his bags up from the car.

"Thanks." He said quietly.

His father carried his stuff into the house. When Holden stepped inside he didn't quite know what he should do with himself now, so his eyes just wandered around the house.

"Do you need something, Tom?" His mom asked from behind.

"No, no, i don't need anything." He replied.

His mother quietly nodded. His father stood next to her and sighed, placing his hands on his hips. "If you need something, we will be downstairs." He said.

"Okay."

There was a quite long silence afterwards that was interrupted by you stepping into the house. "Let me help you with the bags, Holden." You grabbed his backpack.

"Oh, right." He grabbed the rest of his stuff and slowly headed upstairs.

You took the last look at his parents and smiled gently. They returned the smile.

You went upstairs, right after Holden. He placed his bags on the floor and looked around. You quietly placed his backpack in the same spot.

He said turned back to look at you as you stepped closer to him, cupping his face with both of your hands. He gave you a pleading look again, and went silent for a second. "Did you cheat on me when I was away?"

A shocked look appeared on your face. "What? Holden-"

"Please be honest with me, you don't need to lie." His voice was getting cracky as a few tears rolled down his cheeks

You furrowed your eyebrows in sadness. Your heart broke at his words. The thought of cheating on him didn't even cross your mind. "Holden I could never do that to you."

"Please just tell me if you did." He buried his face in the crook of your neck as he broke down crying.

You held him, gently caressing his back, holding back tears. "I swear to God, baby I didn't."

"I was away for almost 4 months, how could you not." He sobbed against your neck.

"Because I promised that I'll be here for you, and I love you with my whole heart." You grabbed his face gently to make him look at you. This time you gave him a pleading look. "You are my home."

His bottom lip quivered as he pulled you closer to him.

"I promise you, I would never do anything like that."

He nodded his head slightly. You two sat on the bed as you helped him calm down a little.

"You promise?" He whispered.

"I promise, my love." You kissed his lips gently, and he held you tightly by your waist.

"I can't express how much I love you." He said, his grip getting harder on you.

"Easy, Holden, you are gonna crush me." You chuckled quietly, wiping his tears.

"I'm sorry, I just need you really really close." He said in almost begging tone.

"We can cuddle for a bit, is that okay?" You brushed your thumbs against his cheeks. He nodded instantly.

You both cuddled on his bed, his face buried in your chest, his hands holding you around your waist, this time not that hard.

"Did you saw the gifts I sent you?" He changed the subject, looking up at you.

"Of course I did!" You smiled.

"Did you like them?"

"I love them, Holden." You caressed his cheek with one of your hands, and he blushed. "You are very talented, you know that?"

"Maybe..." He murmured against your chest.

You rolled your eyes playfully, and placed your head on top of his. "You are."

"Okay" He grinned slightly. "I have something I didn't send you."

"Really?" Your eyes widened.

"Do you want to see what is it?"

"Of course I do!" You sat on the bed excitedly.

He smiled and grabbed his backpack. "I made it in one of my art therapy classes."

"Show me, please."

His hand was searching in his bag, after a second he pulled out two colorful bracelets. "I hope you'll like them." He held them up for you to see.

"You made that?" You took the bracelets from him, smiling. "They look wonderful!"

"They have yours and my name on it." He pointed at the beads with letters.

"Oh, that's right!" Your smile got wider as you saw that one of the bracelets has "Holden" written on it and the second one "y/n". "That's the cutest thing I have ever seen."

"Really?"

"Yeah!" You said, sliding the bracelet on your wrist. "I'll keep the "Holden" one and you'll keep the "y/n" one." You slid the second bracelet on his wrist too. "Now we match!"

He smiled widely, and held your face to give you a kiss. You quickly returned it.

"I'm so lucky to have you." He mumbled between kisses.

You smiled into the kiss. "I love you, Holden."

"I love you too, y/n, so, so, so much."

You giggled as his kisses got all over your face. "Easy baby, I'm not going anywhere."

"I know I just, I missed you so damn much." He pulled you closer to him, panting slightly as he stopped kissing you.

"I missed you too." You gave him a soft smile.

"Do you think you can stay for the night?" He gave you a sad puppy look. Begging you to stay with him. "I know that you have work-" You quickly cut him off.

"I can stay for how long you need." You whispered kissing his forehead. "My home is right there, with you."

⭑⭒⭒

After two weeks, Holden got more comfortable being at home. You drove him to therapy once a week to help him with his mental illness, and after that he went to alcohol rehab, helping with his drinking problems. These days were the most busy, you just sat outside the room he was in, and waited for a couple hours, but it was worth seeing his big smile when it was time to go home.

He also needed to fix himself a new routine, which you helped him with. You always reminded him to take his meds every morning.

He also didn't quit his hobbies. Every day he did something new for you, a drawing, story, poem, painting, bracelet or small origami. You always were excited to see what he did, and he was always excited to give it to you.

Holden was basically glued to you all the time, from the moment you woke up, to the moment you went to sleep. On the days when you had work, he woke up at the same time as you, made you breakfast and helped you get ready. Sometimes, in the morning, you two took a shower together which usually led to heavy make out session before work, or even sex when you had more spare time.

He always told you how much he appreciates that you are still here for him after what happened, and he tried his best to make you feel loved and safe, showering you with kisses, hugs or literally any physical contact — his favourite way of showing affection.

His parents were also glad for your help, even though you didn't really talked to them, you knew they were happy with your presence. They didn't really mind you staying for that long, but to be honest, you wanted Holden to move into your apartment when he finds himself a job. Your money from working at Retail Rodeo wasn't much to cover up for you two, and for safety reasons you wanted Holden to stay with his parents a little longer.

⭑⭒⭒

You finished showering, and dressed in your pajamas, quickly went on tip toes to Holden's room.

"Okay I'm done, you can go now." You closed the door behind you and saw him lying on the bed, smiling sheepishly. "What?" You grinned at him.

"Come here." He opened his arms, suggesting for you to cuddle with him. You quickly jumped into his arms and he rolled you over so now he was straddling you.

You sighed with a smile. "We are not fucking."

"Who said that I want to fuck?" He grinned and started kissing your cheeks.

"I know you Holden, you are a very horny person." You giggled.

"It's hard not to be around you." He looked into your eyes. You gently ran one of your hands through his hair and smiled at him. He stared at you for a good couple minutes before finally speaking. "You are the most beautiful girl I have ever seen."

You rolled your eyes platfully. "C'mon, I'm not that beautiful."

He rolled his eyes, mocking you. "Yes you are, at least for me."

You smiled softly and caressed his cheek. "You are very handsome to me too."

He grinned widely. "Thank you."

"For what? Complements?"

"For simply existing, you helped me a lot." He tucked a lock of your hair behind your ear. "I'm very happy it was you."

You couldn't help but smile. Holden appreciated literally everything you did for him, even if it was something small, he would be head over heels for you, and it's allways been like this. He would always return the favour with something bigger than you usually did for him.

You grabbed his face gently, and pulled him into a kiss. "I'm very happy it was you too." You mumbled into the kiss.

"I'm excited for our future together." He smiled sheepishly when the kiss ended.

"You have no idea how excited I am too."

[that-sweet-jester]

The BenchTrio pt.1

I've been inspired yet again, background below, enjoy my ramblings

excuse my english, it's been some time since i wrote anything in it

-TOMMY-

Full Name: Tommy Innit (not yet Craft) but in the stage of becoming so. Voluntarliy. But not really. As always, the Syndicate trio looked at this child and said mine now. Tommy had to comply.

Alias: Just as with Siren, I didn't really wanna go with the most popular choice and come up with something myself, but after some searching I settled on Theseus anyway. LOOK. Tommy always wanted to be a hero, the good guy who can really change stuff and help the others. That's why he settled on the name of one of the greek's most popular heroes. He was the BIG GUY, THE BESTEST OF THE BEST, THE ONLY MAN EVER. However, the real reason was, that because of his powers, he was mostly confined to the healing quarters, he couldn't really prove himself on the field. The name was supposed to lift his spirit, pretend that if he could get a chance he could live up to it. THINGS CHANGED, when one day he was exceptionally let on a mission and stumbled upon a hurt Syndicate member (cough cliché cough) Perses(Techno). In the myth, Asclepius was the god of medicine, he was such a good healer, he started bringing people back to life. Now, the gods didn't like that, mostly because people were supposed to die and to not change their nature, but we'll ignore that and implement my story. The Commission wanted the villains gone and suddenly some guy is helping and healing them?? Nope. That's why they wanted the guy who was the cause gone. Just like in the myth Aeslepius was killed for his actions, so The Commission declared Tommy their enemy after they found out it's him. THEY KILLED HIS HERO STATUS. But he was reborn into a vigilante Asclepius, just like Asclepius in the myth was ressurected and became a god. Of course it was the Syndicate that came up with the name. 💥💥💥💥

Powers: I also thought about different powers, but after I came up with the stuff above, it all just fell into place.

So in my incomplete lore, when Tommy somehow meets Siren for the first time, when he's still a hero, they start fighting. Normally Wilbur would just start using his voice, BUT Tommy is quicker and more agile and manages to touch Wilbur.

One of his powers is emotion manipulation, he touches someone, he can alter what they feel. So when he puts his hand on Wil, he's able to do just that. (warning - my half-assed attempt at writing a fanfiction snippet)

Wilbur suddenly falls on his knees, hands shooting up to clutch his face which morphs into a horror filled expression. Trembling, unable to use his own powers, he looks up to Tommy.

"W-what did you do?!"

Tommy, shocked himself, stands still hovering over Siren. Looking at the image of the powerful villain crumbling before him, he slowly comes to his senses and starts to grab his compromised opponent. Yet, as he's about to do just that, in the last effort of self perseverance Siren lashes out at him, knocking him over, then while still trembling, runs away. When Tommy's able to pick himself up from the sudden attack, the villain is gone.

When he's part of the BenchTrio and an unofficial Syndicate member, he helps Wilbur and Techno with their emotions, that come with their powers. Wil, with his emotional stability, because let's be real, if you could command people to do whatever you want you could go a lil crazy with the power, and Techno, with his bloodlust state and sensory overload that the voices cause.

I think healing powers are kinda self explanatory. Touch, wound go brr and disappears. The bigger the damage the more energy it takes.

Additional info: His suit is not as proffesional as the others, because he has not yet been fully involved with The Syndicate. Therefore it's mostly scraps from his old costume and homemade parts. The others have proffesional gear made by The Syndicate.

-TUBBO-

Full Name: Tubbo Underscore

Alias: Atom, due his powers, no real story here. He was deemed by The Commission as too dangerous, his power too unstable and cast away to "retirement". He didn't want to fully join The Syndicate, but decided to work with them and became a vigilante. He was named Hephaestus.

"As a smithing god, Hephaestus made all the weapons of the gods in Olympus. He served as the blacksmith of the gods, and was worshipped in the manufacturing and industrial centres of Greece, particularly Athens."

Tubbo created weapons for The Syndicate.

Powers: He's able to create nuclear brusts that deal grave damage, but he tries to use this power as rarely as possible as not to destroy too much, opting to small blasts from his hands. However, he must be careful because his power is also linked to his emotions and if angered, distraught or scared he can lash out and burst with energy creating big explosion around him. That was the reason why The Commission feared him and wanted to get rid of him. They also didn't provide any useful ways of dealing with said powers, that's why he was unable to fully control them. HERE COMES TOMMAE with his powers, dudes helping bros.

Enhanced intelligence - my boy's a teenager and can build complex weapons - here's why.

FUN FACT: -that i came up with after coloring the drawing. Tubbo's costume is black and yellow, that's why Tommy calls him Beeboy.

Also, his suit was partily supposed to resemble those yellow hazmat suits (at least the hood).

-RANBOO-

Full Name: Ranboo Beloved

Alias: Due to his powers he was named Spectre. The Commission never fully trusted him, because of his memory problems and thought he might spill their beans. He convinced Tubbo to leave The Commission after him. He was named Lethe. "The shades of the dead were required to drink the waters of the Lethe in order to forget their earthly life. [..] Virgil writes that it is only when the dead have had their memories erased by the Lethe that they may be reincarnated." Ranboo was tasked with convincing and recruiting new members of The Syndicate. In a way he was the threshold between their old and new life.

Powers: Standard teleportation. Enhanced reflexes came form the idea that when Endermen are angered they become really fast :p. Also, the mask he's wearing works as a noctovisor. Where did that idea come from? Endermen canonically see the world in inverted colors which kinda looks like as if you used nightvision. Also he should probably see where he is teleporting.

BENCHTRIO LORE: The name BenchTrio, in this case, was made up as a joke, that all three of them were often benched while still working in The Commission. Tommy, because of healing powers, Tubbo because of his instability and Ranboo because of his memory problems.

If you've made it through the whole text ily <3

damn i love using greek mythology as a reference for this stuff it makes my brain go brrr.

As always I'm listing some of the fics that inspired me the most:

The Oath of Hippocrates by Melatonin_High

tommyinnit’s clinic for supervillains by bonesandthebees (bonesandcacti)

Welcome Home Theseus by SoulfirePhoenix

Give them the love they deserve!!

Now I'm onto finishing a little strip of comic for this universe >:333

Also enjoy my bff's reaction to me writing all that shit to her at 4 am:

[anxious-lee]

guys i need help 😭

I'm looking for a clip of a podcast with a bunch of black dudes sitting around talking about tickling and one of them gets wrecked by a proffesional tickler while the others are just watching like "dude you can never act tough again after this"

[alexa-fika]

HELLOOO I SAW UR FANFIC OF RAYLEIGH AND SHAKKY AND I WAS WONDERING IF U COULD DO ANOTHER ONE THANK YOUUU HAVE A GOOOD ONE AND OFC DONT IT IF A YA BUSY

THANK YOU HAVE A GOOD ONE

Tree Escapades (Rayleigh x gn!child!reader x Shakky )

A/N Here we go! I was heavily inspired by @novelbear and used quite a bit of their parent prompts to be able to do this one, of course instead of parents it’s our favorite grandparents : ), also check out my thinking sketch for this, I strive to have everything organized and proffesional

Reader is replaced by Dokusha here, which stands for reader in Japanese

Dividers by @/saradika

“Hahaha! Catch me if you can, Grandpa!” the small child screams joyously, running away from Rayleigh

Rayleigh couldn’t help but chuckle as the child ran away from him, his legs quickly moving as he ran behind the little kid.

“Oh, I don’t think I’ll have any problem doing that little rascal. You’ll get nowhere!”

They only receive a loud laugh in response as they dart away from view

“Dokucha!” he calls, falling after them

“You can’t run off like that, my love, you could get hurt,” he calls out, looking around for the child

"Dokusha, where are you? I know you’re around here; where are you?” he continues to scan the area, his eyes narrowed as he spoke, the expression on his face shifting from amusement to worry as he spots the child slowly climbing up one of the nearby trees

“Woah! Okay! Maybe let’s not do that!” he says, quickening his pace to stand below the tree

They stick their tongue out at him

“Grandpa can’t catch me now!”

Rayleigh couldn’t help but crack up at Dokusha’s attitude; the little child had clearly gotten the spunky personality of his captain.

He rolls his eyes as he activates and envelops his arm with busoshoku Haki and gives the tree a swift hit, causing the child to stumble on their climb

In a last-ditch effort to keep themselves on the tree, they take hold of one of the fruitful branches, only gaining to get a hold of a fruit before the branch caves in under their weight, and they fall straight into the awaiting hands of their grandfather

“Haha…oops?”

Rayleigh chortled as he cradled the child close to his chest, running his hands along their head and checking the child for any injuries

“Haha, you're in enough trouble, Dokusha. What were you thinking?” Rayleigh was trying to seem stern, but he couldn’t stop himself from smiling as he looked at them

They giggle in their grand-fathers arm, glancing at their own arm and the fruit they had pulled down with them and inching it towards their mouth

Rayleigh quickly snatched the hand and fruit from Dokusha's grasp

“Ah-Ah, don’t eat that; you don’t know if these fruits are safe to eat.”

“Boohoo

Rayleigh playfully pinches the child’s nose

“Don’t you boohoo me, little rascal!” they said, throwing the child over his shoulders

They squeal as he does, banging their tiny fists on his back, a string of laughs escaping them as they did

Rayleigh laughed as he felt them pounding on his back as he carried them around

“I’ll have you know, Dokusha.. you're a little troublemaker. But a cute one, though I don’t think Shakky will be very happy with you once she hears of this.”

“No! Don’t tell Grandma!” they whine

“Hmm… maybe, maybe not. If you’re good and promise not to do it, then I won’t tell her, but if you misbehave, I’ll be forced to tell her that my darling Dokusha is a little devil.” a he stops to ‘think’ putting the hand that was not holding the child over his shoulder on his chin pretending to think hard

“ On the other hand, I don’t see any reason not to. You did something stupid and potentially dangerous. Maybe some time-out will change that.”

“Nooo”

“Yep, I have made up my mind. Should have thought twice thinking you could outrun your dear grandpa,” he says, entering the bar, Shakky standing behind the counter, the usual cigarette in her hand

“Looks like you two were having fun.”

“We sure were! Aren’t they just the cutest thing, and they have something to tell you as well, don’t they?”

Rayleigh said, pulling them from his shoulders and placing them on his hip, ignoring how they shook their head

“Don’t tell grandma!”

Rayleigh gave the child a slight squeeze on the side before he sighed and rolled his eyes*

“We have had this conversation. You are not going to get off the hook so easily,” Rayleigh said, crossing his arms and looking at Shakky, who was smiling

“Looks like our little rascal has been having a little too much fun,” Shakky said, taking a drag of her cigarette

“And I would very much like to know what it is that my little grandbabe has been up to.”

“Dokusha was up to no good as usual; I caught them when they decided to climb a tree, and when I stopped her from eating a fruit, they started bawling like a baby, saying, ‘Nooo, don’t tell grandma!’ They’re quite the little rascal, aren’t they?”

“I didn't bawl like a baby!” they protest

“Hmm, really? Could of fooled me,” Rayleigh replied as he looked at the child.

“Dokusha…” begins Shakky

They wince as they hear the stern tone in their grandmother's voice

“Dokusha, we talked about you climbing trees. You can not keep climbing trees; you will hurt yourself,” Shakky says, her tone very stern as she frowns at the little child

“We have also talked about you running off on your own, especially playing your little games without telling us you are playing said games,” she scolds

“Sorry”

“And that is the last time I hear of you misbehaving; we have had this discussion far too many times for you to be still acting out,” she says firmly but with a slight twinge of a smile,

“Are we understood?”

“Yes, Grandma.”

“Oh, and no treats for you.”

“No!”

“Now go wash your hands; dinner is almost ready,” she said as she watched the child glower

Rayleigh chuckled as he put them down, and they stood their ground, pouting with their arms crossed

“Hm? Do I hear a week without treats?”Rayleigh said, cupping his ear

Shakky, catching on, nods her head

“I think I hear it too.”

Rayleigh laughs as the child quickly rushes over to the sink and wash their hands; Shakky can’t help but chuckle along

“I'm washing!”

“Well, aren't they well-behaved?”

Rayleigh nods, still laughing slightly

If only I could write my school essays as easy as I write these…

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