#get you a friendship like theirs holy shit

[womanlives]

“’COURSE I GOT YOU A CAR!” Mercy throws her arms out, wide as her smile. Then she sees Hugo’s gaze drop and her side twinges. Painful, but manageable. She puts her hands down, lifts her shirt. There’s a bruise about the size of a baseball with a bloody, scabbing abrasion in the middle. “Oh. This?” She blows air out of her cheeks in a rush and waves a hand dismissively. “Don’t worry about it. Tried to do a kickflip off a curb this morning — ” while absolutely plastered “ — and I landed wrong. My bad. Not the Valentinos.” She shakes her head, then scowls dramatically. “Nah, they just showed a gun at a fistfight. You know how it is.” Fuckin’ cowards. “I will absolutely take a Spidey bandaid though.”

Mercy trots after him like a golden retriever with a Glock, all bounce and excitement. She listens patiently as Hugo rummages around. Loud as she is, she’s always been a great listener. Astonishing what people’ll let slip between the lines for free — for free! — if you just pay attention. Kinda like Hugo. The excitement in his voice, the novelty of it all. You’d think he’s never had someone to fuck around and find out with on his birthday before. Mercy feels a different sort of twinge deep in her gut. She allows herself a split second of melancholy, then locks it in a box and drop-kicks it off a cliff. Time to make this the best birthday ever.   

“It’s settled, then. We’re heistin’. We’re gonna heist so hard.” She flicks open the box of bandaids and finds one that’s mostly just Spiderman’s butt, due to awkward capitalist-patterned cropping. Slaps it on, then looks up at Hugo, expression dead serious. “Okay. Here’s the plan. Bring the bat just in case.” She jerks a thumb back towards his living room window that she climbed in a few minutes ago. “I got some dingy little Toyota out there. Smells like Colorado’s asshole, but had to nab it short notice. Sorry. We can drive it to the gas station, get some slushies, then make a detour and go to that Summit shopping place. The outdoor mall thing. They got a bakery there, Hugo. A real live bakery. We stroll in. We get a whole-ass box of cupcakes. We go wild. We drive to the warehouse district. We do a heist. Eh? Eh?”

She waggles her eyebrows at him, then reaches in her back pocket to pull out a set of keys.

“You wanna drive, or you wanna be a passenger princess? Birthday boy gets final say on alllll decisions today.” Pause. One beat, then another. Ah, fuck it. “Y’know — if you’ve never had a heist for your birthday, what have you had?”

his eyes alight at the mention of a cupcake — he’s never really done anything special for his birthday on his own, so her missing the actual date don’t matter much. all said, though, he ain’t about to stop someone when they wanna celebrate him. head whips around, gaze torn from his third search through the fridge for somethin’ to hit the spot, but he don’t see no tell-tale bag or box or even a fully unwrapped, smooshed frosting – nothin’ in mercy’s hands.

❝   you got me a car?   ❞ no one’d ever gotten him a car before. not unless you count that one time tony’d shoved him into the trunk of a ‘93 toyota corolla so hugo wouldn’t get nabbed by the cops chasing them for the light b&e they’d… you know… witnessed. ❝   oh, shit, merce — is that your blood? i got some spiderman bandaids in the medicine cabinet.   ❞ the refrigerator closes with a snap as he moves toward the bathroom, not once losing a step in his stream of consciousness, ❝   you think i’m gonna need my bat? or ’re we aiming for a heist kinda vibe. yuh'know what? i never had a heist for my birthday, that sounds cool as hell. i’m gonna mix the red and blue slushie, we should get them before we steal our car back.   ❞ he only pauses for the brief minute it takes as he rifles around the bathroom, producing the crushed box of bandaids in question with a flourish. ❝   and can we get another cupcake while we’re at it? half a’ me wishes i didn’t even know about it, yuh’know? cause now that’s all i’m thinkin’ about.   ❞

[sun-stricken]

Don’t have to answer if it’s not your style, but headcannons for overprotective dragon slayers to new demon slayer gray?

Random person: you’re all dragon slayers?

Slayers: yeah, why?

Random person points to gray: why’s he here?

Slayers: he’s adopted

anon you have no idea how much i love you for asking this, ive been waiting for an excuse to do this, i am a SLUT for anyone and anything being overprotective of Gray

i don’t believe in canon or timelines so use ur imagination

i like to think of Gray as person practically everybody ends up really liking, and a total cat magnet.

And dragon slayers r just big cats. So Gray already had close friendships with them

so when they realized ‘holy shit hes like us now’ their protective instincts went in overdrive

Natsu, Wendy, & Sting didnt even try to hide it; constantly trying to make sure hes comfortable and felt safe and didnt sit alone confused and scared by all these new things he has to deal with

Natsu definitely drags him onto impromptu jobs and fishing trips with Happy, in an effort to get away from people, or just so they can spend time together, the reason is unclear

i think dragon slayers as a whole are like violently touch starved, and thats what Sting focused on mostly.

he would drape himself over Gray when he felt like the other needed or wanted it but wouldnt ask

it helped Gray get more comfortable for sure

Wendy, as a healer and friend, tried to give him every piece of advice she knew, offering remedy after remedy to help ease him into his now heightened senses

Gray tried to explain to them once that his abilities are fairly different from theirs, yes he has heightened senses, but his instincts and needs were a hell of a lot different than theirs; that only spurred them on more, making them try to research everywhere they could about demon slayers

Rogue & Gajeel were more subtle with it (not by much tho), they understood when needed it quiet, when he just wanted company without the talk

If Gray was having a hard time, whether or not it was bc of his slayer magic, Rogue would offer up Frosch and sit with him, offering silence or white noise. whatever he needed

Gajeel probably thought he was subtle but he absolutely was not, like asking Gray if he wants to run errands with him when places theyre at get too sensorially intense

he tried to ask Levy about everything she knew abt demon slayers without being too obvious, when she kept sending him knowing glances he just asked (very resigned) for some books on the matter.

there was surprisingly little

But he made do and probably studied every piece of literature there was on the matter

The others probably found out and teased him even tho they did the same thing (they also probs asked him to drop a list of books for them)

Now, Laxus really was subtle

telling Gray to go home when he was visibly pushing himself

talking about his new sound canceling headphones and then conveniently leaving them near Gray

or little compliments abt how his new magic is coming along, quiet support type shit

also staring someone down to get them to shut up if they’re being too much

i feel like they turned from ‘one of our own’ protective to overprotective when they realized ppl werent as accepting of demon slayers as they were with dragon slayers

Most ppl exposure to slayer magic is limited to dragon slayers, who refer to themselves as dragons. so when a demon slayer pops up, the correlation isn’t pretty, and their actions are even worse

While Gray understands people must just scared or confused, so he doesnt blame them; he has a hoard of extremely protective dragons who think differently

Wendy had to be physically restrained by multiple people after she heard people calling Gray a monster

Natsu genuinely considered burning alive someone who refused to pay Gray after he finished up a job

Gray definitely now had scary dog privileges, the dog being every single dragon slayer he knows

Laxus zapping people who so much as look at Gray wrong, or frying whatever electronic (ik its lacrimas but work with me) device they have.

or both

Them all hyping up (in their own ways) Grays physical demon features when they start showing up

Post joint guild party at Sabertooth: some guy talking shit abt how Fairy Tail could allow a demon into their ranks, how he is gonna hurt someone. They are now guildless and only eating through a straw and a face not even a mother could love

Someone at an event giving Gray a backhanded compliment and immediately getting death stares mixed with a violent increase of magic in the air that would make the gods shudder

Remember when i said Grays a cat magnet? its not just the dragon slayers who adore him, its their exceeds too

if u asked them to list their favorite people, Gray is in the top 5 for all of them

im stealing another hc from someone and saying Gray fosters cats, and Happy may or may not of gotten jealous once or twice over the pets and scratches that were supposed to be his

If Rogue loses Frosch and Gray happens to be in town 70% they’re probs together

The incorrect quote u put is so canon in this universe btw

Gray “Honorary Dragon Slayer” Fullbuster

i have so many more but neither of us are prepared yet

[mercless]

@windchaser requested I fill out a relations meme for high noon yone from talon's perspective, and I am nothing if not indulgent. and then I went and found the original post...

Attractiveness: 

repulsive || hideous || ugly || not attractive || unappealing || not unattractive || meh || no preference || ok || mildly attractive || nice looking || cute || adorable || attractive || pleasant on the eyes || good looking || hot || sexy || beautiful || gorgeous || hot damn || would tap that || perfect || godlike || holy fuck there are no words

Let it be known that Talon will be the first creature to point out Yone's flaws after himself but we'll work on that but there's really nothing they can poke at with his looks, besides the undead elephant in the room. Even then though, 'lookin' good for a corpse' can easily be a backhanded compliment spun a hundred annoying ways. I'm not 100% certain on how you portray how Yone's spirit appears, but it is certainly a frightful thing to see. Demons are known to be afraid of gunslinger's, but usually not like this...

Personality:

grating || irritating || frustrating || boring || confusing at best || awkward || unreasonable || psychotic || disturbing || interesting || engaging || affectionate || aggressive || ambitious || anxious || artistic || bad tempered || bossy || charismatic || appealing || unappealing || creative || courageous || dependable || unreliable || unpredictable || predictable || devious || dim || extroverted || introverted || egotistical || gregarious || fabulous || impulsive || intelligent || sympathetic || talkative || up beat || peaceful || calming || badass || flexible

Drags claws down face. This son of a nice lady. Talon has seen many cowboys like Yone; Selfless, determined, stuck in their moral code like tar to a feather, standing up for what they believe is right! The other thing they all have in common is being gone well before their time, y'know. Not everyone gets to stick around past that deciding incident, and have a chance for their one-pure heart to begin rotting. It's the kind of thing to draw in the worst sorts from everywhere, to prod and poke at the soft parts to see what snaps, and what withers away faster. It's a relief Yone only keeps good company.

How likely they would have sex with them:

not if they were the last person on earth and the world was ending || fuck no! || never || no way || not likely || not sure || indifferent || I’m asexual || maybe || probably || it depends || fairly likely || likely || yeah sure || yes || would tap that || hell yes || fuck yes! || wishing that could happen right now || as many times as possible || we are already having sex

I can only picture them posing in the background of Yone's reaction to this question, a shit-eating grin and a raised brow. You're kidding, right?

Level of Friendship:

never in a million years || worst of enemies || enemies || rivals || indifferent || neutral || acquaintance || friendly toward each other || casual friends || friends (in denial) || good friends (huh...) || best friends || fuck buddies || bosom buddies || practically the same person (and denying it in unison) || would die for them (later on- wait what?!) || true friends || my only friend

Talon hasn't had a real friend before, not ones that are or were mortal anyway. They definitely have 'friends' that can fight and most likely best them, though. All to say, they're not exactly good at this whole new thing. Best if they both keep their distance and try to get this quest of theirs over and done with as quickly as possible to go back to tormenting and threatening to kill the other, respectively. Or fail and then it's over, too.

First impression of them:

I hate them so much || I don’t like them || I don’t trust them || they annoy me || they’re weird (fascinated) || I’m indifferent || meh || they seem alright || they’re growing on me || truce || I think I like them || I like them (derogatory) || I’m not sure if I trust them || I trust them || they’re cool (derogatory) || they’re genuine || I think we’re going to get along || I really like them (derogatory!) || I think I’m in love || oh fuck they’re hot || I love them

Steeples my fingers evilly. Oh, that Crossroads Saloon is full of entertainment, so kind of the old barkeep to set something up tailor-made for their enjoyment. A twisted soul like his is a rare sight, even for their ancient eyes. Sorry Yone, it's just their nature to cause a little trouble. Think of it as a little taste of what's to come... afterwards.

Current impression of them:

I hate them so much (affectionate...) || I don’t like them || I don’t trust them || they annoy me || they’re weird (still fascinated) || I’m indifferent || meh || they seem alright || they’re growing on me || truce || I think I like them || I like them || I’m not sure if I trust them || I trust them (shh) || they’re cool || they’re genuine || I think we’re going to get along || I really like them || I think I’m in love || oh fuck they’re hot || I love them

It's a full-time job, being a gunslinger's biggest annoyance and also a supportive shoulder for him to lean on. It seems fitting that the cursed cowboy gets a guardian angel that only fits the role on a technicality. Talon's still afraid of him and his promise before their truce. But not as much as their growing care for him.

How good of a kisser:

worst kisser ever || terrible || bad || awkward || just okay || alright || pretty good || good || makes me moan || excellent || exciting || oh god they’re good || I dream about it || fucking amazing || absolute perfection || we haven’t kissed

Even if it's walking around, mighty strange to kiss a corpse...

A little something for the little witch;

Attractiveness: 

repulsive || hideous || ugly || not attractive || unappealing || not unattractive || meh || no preference || ok || mildly attractive || nice looking || cute || adorable || attractive || pleasant on the eyes || good looking || hot || sexy || beautiful || gorgeous || hot damn || would tap that || perfect || godlike || holy fuck there are no words

Talon rarely sees young people like her, or any younger. It's like a 'oh, right!' reminder to their existence. That despite it all, life miraculously continues on. Her naivety and wide-eye reaction to new experiences are cute, plain and simple. But beyond that her looks are not at the forefront of the demon's mind, usually preoccupied with her latest question, or admiring her metalwork and wondering if they can ask their own questions about it.

Personality:

grating || irritating || frustrating || boring || confusing at best || awkward || unreasonable || psychotic || disturbing || interesting || engaging || affectionate || aggressive || ambitious || anxious || artistic || bad tempered || bossy || charismatic || appealing || unappealing || creative || courageous || dependable || unreliable || unpredictable || predictable || devious || dim || extroverted || introverted || egotistical || gregarious || fabulous || impulsive || intelligent || sympathetic || talkative || up beat || peaceful || calming || badass || flexible 

As much as the thought of being asked countless questions sounds irritating, Talon just cannot find it in their black-ichor heart for Rell to be annoying with her endless quest of learning. It makes it difficult to keep things under wraps they would otherwise keep close and hidden. They like hearing her own ideas too, finding this strange place where... they choose to carry a conversation with her about their findings and theories. And although she's young and inexperienced, Rell is still very powerful with her magic and raw talent. This all makes Talon uncomfortable, in how easy it is for them to get along...

How likely they would have sex with them:

not if they were the last person on earth and the world was ending || fuck no! || never || no way || not likely || not sure || indifferent || I’m asexual || maybe || probably || it depends || fairly likely || likely || yeah sure || yes || would tap that || hell yes || fuck yes! || wishing that could happen right now || as many times as possible || we are already having sex

Just no. there are better things in life Talon can waste their time doing than calculating how many times over they are older than the young witch. But please, ask them for more advice on romance, and heed it well; a blade from a place of love has a lot of mean- wait where are you going?

Level of Friendship:

never in a million years || worst of enemies || enemies || rivals || indifferent || neutral || acquaintance || friendly toward each other || casual friends || friends || good friends || best friends || fuck buddies || bosom buddies || practically the same person || would die for them || true friends (?) || my only friend

Head in hands none of you (the two of them) will ever understand what it's like to be a thing made of evil and then care for another creature's wellbeing. This is worse than Talon's fear that one day they'll be hunted down by the powder witch and the haunted gunslinger because unlike that, this care is a new feeling. It doesn't need to be said, but Rell is the first Talon considers a real friend. They don't care to ask if the feeling is mutual.

First impression of them:

I hate them so much || I don’t like them || I don’t trust them || they annoy me || they’re weird || I’m indifferent || meh || they seem alright || they’re growing on me || truce || I think I like them || I like them || I’m not sure if I trust them || I trust them || they’re cool || they’re genuine || I think we’re going to get along || I really like them || I think I’m in love || oh fuck they’re hot || I love them

First introductions could have been far smoother without someone interrupting, but regardless, the girl has a sensible, if cross, head on her shoulders. And Talon can respect it. Whether this was before or after Yone's influence, they cannot tell, but it is still there in subtle ways. She certainly takes their journey down a different path than the demon was expecting, but they're more concerned about how her inclusion makes the gunslinger even more difficult to maneuver around. They can totally be trusted to ride Sebastian, though. It's a long, rough road by foot...

Current impression of them:

I hate them so much || I don’t like them || I don’t trust them || they annoy me || they’re weird || I’m indifferent || meh || they seem alright || they’re growing on me || truce || I think I like them || I like them || I’m not sure if I trust them || I trust them || they’re cool || they’re genuine || I think we’re going to get along || I really like them (platonically, in a carer way...) || I think I’m in love || oh fuck they’re hot || I love them

How good of a kisser:

worst kisser ever || terrible || bad || awkward || just okay || alright || pretty good || good || makes me moan || excellent || exciting || oh god they’re good || I dream about it || fucking amazing || absolute perfection || we haven’t kissed

there's gotta be better ways to practice romantic techniques out on the range. But if you're ready to listen to more romantic advice-

rating meme

[luvsunarin]

[ miya twins x fem!reader ] ෴ IN WHICH⠀the miya twins go to your diner every week for you.

warnings・none

wc・2.8k

part one || part two [on it's way!]

the miya twins usually didn't have the same taste in girls, but when they met you. holy shit, you were like a prize at a carnival, that they had to get.

they had met you through kita, who was actually your brother.

sometimes they'd see you at their practice waiting for him, and afterwards you two would drive home together, and they'd see you and him talk a bunch at school. at that point, the twins had already had a crush on you but everytime they saw you with kita, they'd assume you were his girlfriend so avoided making a move on you.

one day, they were over at his house trying to work on homework together with the rest of the team, and once you came out to the kitchen to go grab a water bottle, the twin's heads snapped to you and their jaw absolutely dropped.

he paused his work and looked up at you, "alright, do you want me to take you?" he asked, scrunching his eyebrow.

"nah, it's all good. i'll just take the bus, thank you though." you replied offering a smile again.

"okay then, stay safe and be careful dumbass." he let out a sigh.

"of course, love you." you called out before grabbing your jacket that was by the door already.

he hummed, "love you too, have a nice shift." he said, as you headed out the door, and walked to the nearby bus stop.

kita pretended like nothing happened, and continued the study session. the miya twins looked at him absolutely astonished. "woah woah, okay hold on," atsumu spoke up, scrunching his eyebrows.

"what?" kita looked at him, annoyed that he interrupted what he was saying about their math homework.

"kita, was that your girlfriend?" atsumu asked. "'cause shit, you never told us you had a girl-"

kita cut him off, "oh fuck no. you peice of shit, that's my fucking sister."

atsumu and osamu looked at him dumbfounded, "she's your sister?" they said simultaneously.

kita's facial expression screamed 'stab my in the throat right now' as he looked at the twins as if they were the stupidest people alive. "yes? she's my sister, what about it?"

"ya had a sister?" atsumu repeated, as if kita hadn't repeated twice that y/n was his sister.

"oh my god, piss head no shit he does." suna rolled his eyes, "he's said it twice now."

ever since then, after practice, they would try talking to you, shoving each other as they walk towards you so that the other could get there first.

over time, you formed a tight friendship with the twins.

osamu would subtly flirt with you, meanwhile atsumu would just straight up flirt with you, dropping cheesy pickup lines when he greets you.

they would always ask for your work schedule so that they could visit you at the small diner that you work at. every now and then, bringing the entire team along. even your brother.

you usually worked the night shift, which you didn't mind at all. they would regularly pick you up, after their visit.

you were at work, bored as you stood behind the counter. the diner you worked at looked like a vintage diner, with a checkered floor, red seats with white tables, an island in the center of the diner where people ate, as well as where people ordered and payed.

you layed your hand on your cheek, awaiting for the bell on the door to ding, and waiting for two certain yellow and grey haired twins walking through the doors to keep you entertained.

you weren't a big fan of coffee, but you were on the verge of falling asleep. you weren't able to take your daily nap since your homework had kept you occupied.

as a coffee alternative, you grabbed a water cup and made your way over to drink dispenser, getting yourself a cup of ice. just ice, no drink. you figured you could just chew on ice as you waited for their arrival.

you waiting finally came to an end when you heard the bell ding, and you shot your head up just for your eyes to be met with theirs. "miya's!" you exclaimed, excited to see them. "'bout time!"

they chuckled, walking up to the register, "hi, y/n. busy night for ya isn't it?" osamu said sarcastically, as there was no one in the diner besides an elderly couple in one booth, and a drunk man in another booth.

"hey pretty, been waiting for us?" atsumu asked, that same flirtatious glint in his eyes, which were also laced with tiredness at the moment.

"so busy, 'samu. place is packed." you rolled your eyes. "and hey 'tsumu." you smiled, turning your head to the other twin.

"hiya y/n." he gleamed, "why are ya always workin' the night shift?" he asked out of curiosity.

"i dunno, 'sumu. ask my manager." you said jokingly. "glad you two come here whenever i have a late shift." you chuckled.

"ya should be, n/n." atsumu agreed, osamu nodding along, "or else ya probably woulda died of boredom." osamu joked.

you rolled your eyes, usually you would've replied with 'as if', except he was correct at this moment. you were literally chewing on ice to keep you awake.

"man, you're honestly right. i'm chewing on literal ice right now to keep me awake." you sighed, putting the cup up to your mouth as an ice cube fell into your mouth.

osamu shook his head, "why not just drink coffee?"

"not a fan, i don't prefer it." you stated. "i personally do not get why people like it so much. honestly, when i say i don't like coffee i'm saying that i don't like coffee coffee, not cafe coffee, ya know what i mean?" you trailed off, trying to explain your half hatred for coffee.

"so, ya like coffee but ya don't like coffee. is that right?" atsumu shortened what you had just rambled about for better understanding for his brain.

you snickered, "why? was my simple explanation to complicated for your pea brain, 'sumu?"

atsumu had yet another puzzled look on his face, turning his head to his brother to see if he understood. "was her easy explanation to hard for ya pea brain?" osamu repeated your words, rolling his eyes.

"jeez, atsu, maybe you're the one who needs a cup of ice. or coffee. or a slice of lemon." you looked at the yellow haired man, with amused eyes.

"shut up, n/n. it's literally 10:26 PM right now," atsumu declared, "ya know if i weren't here, i'd be knocked out on my bed right now in a nice sleep."

you looked at the dim-witted blonde, then a small glance to his twin brother, before looking back at him. "maybe you could knock out on one of those booths over there, they're quite comfortable." you suggested. "with you asleep, i'll have 'samu to keep me entertained so rest if you need." you offered.

although he took you sarcastically, you were being dead ass. he laughed it off before noticing the serious look on your face. "well, that's rude of me, you're the one we came here for. you're the one workin' the night shift." he made a point but you sighed.

you hummed, "whatever you want 'sumu." you shrugged, "you guys wanna order anything?"

"oooh! i want a milkshake. and fries." atsumu said, as if his tiredness had went away.

"alriiight." you dragged the 'i'. you turned to osamu, "you want anythin' 'samu?"

"do ya have tea?" he asked you. you nodded at him in response. atsumu chortled, "are ya british now, osamu?" he joked, making you stifle your laugh.

"shut up piss hair." osamu rolled his eyes, as he gave you money.

"don't worry, it's on the house." you didn't accept the money, and osamu sighed.

"well, take it as a tip then." osamu said, putting it in the tip jar next to the register.

you sighed, "thank you, osamu." you gently smiled, and he thanked the dim purple and yellow lights in the diner or else you'd be able to see the blush on his cheeks. atsumu threw him a glare. "i'll get you two your stuff right now, give me a moment."

at first there was silence as they took a seat on one of the red cushioned stools on the island. "so, how's ya shift been so far?" atsumu asked, sparking a conversation to keep himself from falling asleep, as him and osamu watched you make their orders. you had osamu's tea brewing, while you simply made atsumu's milkshake, and prepared atsumu's french fries.

once you were finished, you gave it to the twins who thanked you. "y/n, ya ever tried dipping fries into the milkshake?" atsumu furrowed his eyebrows.

"'course! i mean, who fuckin' hasn't?" you said amused. "it's good shit, 'tsumu."

"damn right it is," atsumu agreed with you as he took a fry and dipped it in his milkshake. it's like a milkshake was all it took to take his tiredness away.

"is a milkshake some sort of energy booster for you?" you raised your eyebrow at the blonde man in front of you as you sighed.

he chuckled, "nah, talking to ya gave me energy." his shitty pickup lines always made you roll your eyes as he smirked at you.

"you're irritating," you shook your head. atsumu pretended to look hurt, putting a hand to his heart, "wow, i'm truly, deeply, hurt n/n. can't believe ya said that."

you looked at him with delight. "ya don't believe it cause she never said that." osamu attempted to mess with his brother, "your brains fuckin' with ya."

atsumu rolled his eyes, kicking his brother's ankles. hard, but not hard enough for him to fall off the stool. "ya fucking asshat sumu. that's why your hair looks like piss." osamu

"you two are such idiots," you shook your head at them, "no wonder shinsuke always says that he feels like a babysitter around you two."

"if suna were around, it's even more trouble." atsumu informed, as he dipped another french fry into the milkshake. "anyway, what time are ya off at, y/n?" he asked.

you checked your watch which read '11:15'. "i get off in 15. closing today."

"like 15 minutes?" atsumu raised his eyebrow, shoving another fry into his mouth.

"no dude, 15 hours." you said, sarcsm linked in your voice.

"shit 'samu, looks like we're having a sleep over here." he rolled his eyes at you.

you stuck your tounge out at him like a little kid, and he did it back.

the 15 minutes passed by quickly with much conversation going on between the three of you, with you cleaning the restaurant tables, the twins helping out a bit every here and there. once you were off, you went to the back and clocked out, and got the belongings you came with. you walked back out so you could shut off the "open" sign by the entrance. you walked back over to the twins so they could drop you off at your place. "let's roll?" atsumu got the keys from osamu's back pocket.

"ya piss head, gimme my keys back asshat." osamu hit atsumu's shoulder, grabbing his car keys back from his brother's hand.

you chuckled at the two's sibling nature, as you followed them out to osamu's white toyota camry. "shotgun!" you called out, beating atsumu to it, as you made your way to the front seat. you got inside the passenger seat, the leather seats looked like they had just been cleaned. "'samu, did you get a car wash sometime this week?"

"got one earlier after school." he chuckled, as atsumu got into the back seat. he buckled his seatbelt.

the car also had that 'new fresh car' scent to it. you hummed in response, "that makes sense." you said. the drive home was 25 minutes.

the car ride was filled with meaningless conversations while low music playing in the background. the streets quite empty, with street lights being the only one lighting up the streets.

it went silent until atsumu randomly spoke up, "y/n, samu, who do ya think would die first in a horror movie?"

me and osamu shared a knowing glance, "definitely you." we said at the same time. osamu chuckled, turning his focus back to the road, "if ya were without a milkshake and fries, you'd be roast beef." osamu teased, making fun of his brother.

"i could easily survive without a milkshake and fries! bet ya can't survive without onigiri though." atsumu replied back.

"okay but. realistically. you're ass would still be fried with or without your milkshake and fries." osamu shrugged.

atsumu scoffed, "that is so not true! i would not die first."

you sat back and observed the twin's childish arguments, you've grown used to. you pulled out your phone, and subtly started recording (so you could sent it to suna later). "well, what's the horror scenario?" you quickly asked, interupting their bickering so you could get an idea of the horror scenario.

they thought for a moment, "well what about ghostface?" atsumu suggested.

"oh yeah, you're definitely fried." you shook your head.

"no shit. he'd answer and think it's me prank calling him even if i'm right next to him." osamu clicked his tongue, shaking his head.

"it's something you would do!" atsumu reasoned. you chuckled at his tone; he sounded like a little kid convincing his parents something.

"honestly, you and sumu could make a good ghostface." you put thought into it, and figured that it could make sense.

"how? this nut brain would forget to turn on the voice changer, and would suck ass at sneaking into people's houses." osamu snorted.

"no the hell i wouldn't! i'd be phenomenal as ghost face." atsumu said with pride.

"hear me out, no one would suspect you two since well atsumu's a dumbass, and you just seem like you don't give a shit. if i could explain it better, i definitely would but my mind is getting it's rest right now."

osamu shrugged, "ya have a point," he chuckled.

"i still wanna know why ya think i would die first." atsumu was still puzzled and stuck on the question.

"cause it just makes sense. the only reason you'd live is because ya annoyed the killer that much that they just decided not to kill ya." osamu joked.

"shut yer mouth osamu. ya would probably accidentally tweet about being ghostface on twitter." atsumu rolled his eyes at his brother.

"twitter? who the shit even uses twitter?" he furrowed his eyebrows, "might as well say something about it on fucking facebook, tsumu."

"i bet ya do use facebook. you're like a millennial." atsumu held in his laugh, as osamu shot him a glare through the rear view mirror.

"shut up asshat. if i were to get payed everytime you annoyed me, i'd be the richest man alive."

the rest of the car ride was filled with the twins childish bickering, which you just sat back and listened to. recording every now and then so you could show suna.

osamu finally pulled into your drive way, "shit thank you again samu. and tsumu." you smiled, unbuckling your seatbelt.

"anytime, n/n." osamu returned the smile, and so did atsumu. "it's a regular thing that usually happens every thrice a week." atsumu grinned.

you looked at him weirdly, "what the fuck is thrice?"

"ya'know-"

you cut him off before he could even start his sentence, "no dude i totally do know. that's why i asked what the fuck thrice means."

"jesus, relax." he sighed, "thrice means like three times. i was smart."

"that's idiotic, but whatever you wanna think tsumu." you shook your head.

"well, should probably get inside my house before it gets any later. plus i don't wanna keep you two out so late." you apologized. they shook it off, saying it was fine. atsumu noticed it was cold outside and that you didn't have a jacket.

he took his off, and tossed it over your seat, "here, n/n. it's pretty cold outside and you don't have a jacket. it'd be ass if you got sick, so use that."

"but-"

"shut up, give it back whenever you want." atsumu shrugged. you thanked atsumu, putting the maroon jacket on.

you opened the car door, as did the twins. they got out the car with you to walk you to your doorstep. "thank you, again for the millionth time."

"and for the millionth time, we're welcome." osamu grinned.

you knocked on the door, waiting for your brother or your parents to open the door. and soon enough, kita came and answered the door, thanking the twins for dropping you off before making you come inside.

as soon as you came home, you dropped your thing next to the couch and knocked out.

﹫juli8s' work! do not copy! || xtra words frm jules: guys who should i make y/n end up with😟

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[ghostlyboysstories]

WANNA RAMBLE ABOUT OCs TOGETHER??

YES

I want to ramble about my precious bean, Lilly, who is selectively mute and the five year old that the good cop unexpectedly adopts. She’s really shy, but she’ll pop out when she sees Arrow come into the station, immediately making a beeline towards them. Arrow is like, “uhm, sir? i don’t think you want me around your child-“

And good cop responds with, “Arrow, respectfully, shut the fuck up. You’re great with kids. Just let her hold your hand. She’ll probably give you random pieces of yarn and says it reminds her of you.”

Lilly likes to give them pebbles and beads, and sometimes the occasional lizard she finds near the coffee machine. When Arrow first receives a lizard from her, they’re immediately like, “Let’s put him outside. Oh my god. You feral child-“

But Lilly just smiles and starts bringing them more things she finds around the office. Suddenly, good cop goes up to Arrow and tells them, “You’re the only one she’ll hang out around besides me. I wonder why…”

Lilly sees Roan next to Arrow one day, and our golden retriever boy starts tearing up because, “it’s our little flower. She’s grown so much!”

And Lilly just stands there and points to where Roan is(mind you, he’s very much a dead man) and goes, “Ro-Ro!”

And both Arrow and the good cop freeze and look at her like she’s seen a ghost(because she has), and good cop goes, “what’d you just say, Lilly pad?”

And Roan is now balling his eyes out because he’s like, “oh my god! our little girl can talk!”, but also he tells her, “Lilly, flower, if you can hear me, tell Papa I think about him everyday, alright? Tell him I’m okay.”

Then, Lilly starts sniffling and repeating, “Ro-Ro’s okay.” And Arrow sheds a tear because this is fucking heart wrenching to witness when you can see both ends of the conversation. Good cop is close to tears, but holds it together because he’s at work and with his daughter. He looks to where Lilly is pointing and goes, “You’ll always be my one, Roan. I wish I responded sooner. It would’ve saved you.”

Everyone is either close to tears or full on sobbing at this point and Arrow is just like, “I’ll come back later, dude. I gotta get out of here.”

That’s when Roan finally breaks down and Arrow grabs him by the shoulders and says, “You’re a good person. Don’t ever forget that.”

(Yes, this is one of the turning points in their friendship where Roan is like, “holy shit. someone has my back when i have theirs.”).

[neon-vocalist]

Hinata and Asaki and Nobu and Momnata teehee

🧸 A headcanon about their childhood

👻 A headcanon about what scares them

👽 A headcanon about a weird quirk of theirs

💤 A headcanon about their sleep

🫂 A friendship headcanon :)

💔 An angsty headcanon

🪢 A headcanon about their family

📓 A headcanon about their hobbies

🔪 A headcanon relating to fighting/violence

🌟 A headcanon about their desires/wishes

🍫 A headcanon about food

🎭 A headcanon about what they lie about

🖕 A headcanon relating to anger

😬 A headcanon about the worst thing they’ve done

😭 A headcanon about the worst thing that happened to them.

😶 A random headcanon!

You don’t have to do all of them 😭😭😭 I just I just

this is going under a cut because holy fucking shit. @interesteddisaster

Hinata

🧸 - When she was little, she couldn’t pronounce her name right, so a lot of people thought it was Hinana for like a really long time

👻 - Irrational fear of ducks

👽 - Does not swear ever. Makes everyone want to cry with the words she uses as replacements.

💤 - She has been able to lucid dream since she can remember and can’t figure out how to turn it off.

🫂 - You know this, but I want Tumblr to know this, so. She and Asaki first became sort of friends in early elementary, when Asaki pushed Haruto off a swing so she could get on. This was not because he liked her (he still hated her), but because he hated Haruto more.

💔 - Can’t seem to convince herself she’s a good person so she works herself half to death trying to do the best thing for everyone on a personal and global scale (while neglecting herself in the process). Positive she doesn’t deserve anything she has.

🪢 - Considers Tomomi and Asaki her brothers :)

📓 - LOVES those DIY craft videos. Her house is full of little DIY soaps and lip glosses and stuff.

🔪 - Runs people over with her wheelchair out of affection

🌟 - Wants to change the world and inspire people. Preferably through music or theatre.

🥇 - Best at… being a good sister :)

🍫 - Vegetarian! Tried to be gluten free & vegan in her past but it Did Not work. Girlie LIVES on pasta.

🎭 - Doesn’t like to lie, but when she does, it’s usually to protect someone else, and it’s as close to the truth as she can make it.

🖕- Never lets herself get angry. She’ll have one (1) vaguely upset thought about someone and then be like “I do not have all sides of the story. I will give them the benefit of the doubt. It’s probably my fault anyway. I am not allowed to be upset over this.”

😬 - She once sabotaged every other sprinter in a race so Asaki could win, since he was feeling really bad about himself and she wanted to cheer him up. Caused two broken legs on two different people. Never got caught.

😭 - I genuinely can’t figure this out. I have a vague idea but no details and either way it hasn’t happened in plot yet :)

😶 - Makes homemade candy and gives it to people. Can’t cook anything else. Everyone is BAFFLED as to how she’s mastered the handling of 300° sugar but can’t make a sandwich.

Nobu

🧸 - Does not remember his childhood (hmm, I wonder why /s) [his backstory hasn’t been fully fleshed out yet but it’s gonna be so bad]

👻 - Afraid of everything → tries to act like he’s not → fails miserably→ reads scientific papers about it until he’s less scared

👽 - Little guy is ENTIRELY weird quirks, like, there’s not a normal thing about him. He believes he’s a 17th century philosopher reincarnated. I don’t know why. He’s so weird.

💤 - Does not sleep ever. If he does, it’s on the floor. Has to be bribed by Hinata to use his bed (bribery often does not work).

🫂 - Has imaginary friends to make up for lack of irl friends. He doesn’t like calling them “imaginary friends” though. He says it’s childish, so he calls them acquaintances from his past life.

💔 - Absolutely TERRIFIED of going back into the system. Still doesn’t quite feel safe at home, still finds himself with urges to mask and hide and act normal to make sure Momnata doesn’t decide she’s sick of him.

🪢 - Has lived with the Suzuki family for five years. Before his adoption he can’t remember much, but sometimes he is reminded of a little boy just a few years older than he is, who taught him first how to walk and then how to love.

📓 - He doesn’t play any instruments, but taught himself to read all forms of music notation anyway. He creates those sheet music art pieces of his favourite birds.

🔪 - This kid does not have a single violent bone in his body. Sorry.

🌟 - Doesn’t know what he wants to do yet, but probably something very technical, scientific, and too confusing for anyone else too comprehend. May end up one of those crazy reclusive mathematicians who spends decades on one problem.

🥇 - Best at overthinking

🍫 - Loves to cook. Will cry if he makes something for you and you don’t like it.

🎭 - Absolutely the most brutally honest little asshole you will ever meet. Unaware of lying as a concept. Never heard the word before in his life.

🖕- Writes aggressive letters to the mayor &/or specific companies’ CEOs when he discovers social or environmental injustices. None of them ever get answered

😬 - Poisoned someone

😭 - Hehe :)

😶 - Spills all of Hinata’s secrets to her new friends, even the really embarrassing ones. Also, unrelated: idolises Asaki to a concerning level. Also also, takes EVERYTHING personally.

Asaki

🧸 - Childhood? What childhood?

👻 - He’s scared of a lot of things but has been taught he can’t show it. When Tomomi came around he wanted to strangle it because he was so afraid of Hinata abandoning him.

👽 - There’s nothing normal about this man. He needs therapy so so bad. But like… he’s really superstitious. Will cry if you break a mirror.

💤 - Can’t sleep a lot of the time. Struggles to get to sleep because of paranoia and struggles to stay asleep because of nightmares. Ends up having a lot of late night talks with Nobu.

🫂 - Has only had one friend ever (Hinata). Will bite scratch maim kill if he thinks there’s a threat to her or to their relationship.

💔 - This guy’s entire backstory is angst but uhh… eventually he starts feeling really bad about how he treated Tomomi which makes him start spiralling and pushing everyone away CERTAIN he doesn’t deserve to be loved

🪢 - When Momnata finds out what he’s going through at home, she works with some higher-ups to get him legally removed from his home. In the meantime, she just illegally adopts him. Extended sleepover starts now.

📓 - Speaks 10 languages plus conlangs, fluent binary & Morse, and multiple coding languages. Can play 8 instruments. Both these things may or may not be coping mechanisms.

🔪 - Punches people who hurt (intentionally or accidentally) Hinata, Nobu, or Naomi. Has punched Tomomi four times.

🌟 - Just wants to feel safe somewhere. Secretly wishes for the death of his father. Nobody knows about either of these things.

🥇 - Best at being a sad little train wreck of a human being. Does pretty impressive coding stuff, too, I guess.

🍫 - Doesn’t eat much. Could not give less of a shit about food. Eats what’s easiest because he has to.

🎭 - Lies a lot about a lot of things. Works with Hinata to stop lying a lot about a lot of things. Still struggles to tell people the truth about how he’s doing.

🖕- Uses anger to conceal all other emotions. Gets really pissed really easily. Goes straight to “fuck you fuck you bite scratch kill” immediately instead of any effort at communication or repair. Nobody is surprised why he has no friends.

😬 - Does punching Tomomi in the face (with his prosthetic) count?

😭 - There are genuinely so many things I could say for this one, but uhh… he once had to hide his sister and mom underneath the porch floor from his dad because he was threatening to kill them. Bad hiding spot. Only he and his mom made it out alive.

😶 - Is literally the only reason Hinata isn’t completely failing English.

Momnata

🧸 - Used to love those huge rainbow swirl lollipops. Got one for every holiday. Would collect the sticks. Still has some somewhere.

👻 - Has a lot of secrets. Afraid someone’s gonna find them out and ask questions and then she’ll lose everything.

👽 - Not really a quirk, more of a?? Talent?? But since her students work with dangerous acids, chemical waste, and sometimes fire, if someone screams/yells/makes any sort of shocked or afraid noise, she is going to be at their side in less than 5 seconds. Girl will jump over tables if need be. She is MAKING SURE that nobody’s gonna get chemically wasted on her watch.

💤 - Yells at her children all the time about the importance of a full night’s sleep (9 hours and 27 minutes for teens). None of them listen.

🫂 - Her closest friends are the lady she shares a classroom with & the other science department teachers. Often works with them to try and make things easier for struggling students.

💔 - Often has to sit and watch while her kids battle through things she doesn’t know how to make better. Kind of breaks her heart but she can’t do anything about it.

🪢 - Was married to Asaki’s dad before she realised what an ass he was and left with a significant amount of his fortune. Stole his son 14 years later.

📓 - Really good chemist! Adores Nobu’s interest in cooking and Hinata’s interest in creating cosmetics because it means they could one day follow in her footsteps (they will not).

🔪 - Did boxing in high school and has to restrain herself from physically harming people when she sees them harassing others.

🌟 - Just wants the best for her kids (Asaki and her students count as her kids).

🥇 - Best at giving big hugs and making good soup

🍫 - Absolutely happy to let Nobu take over cooking dinners. Has given up on trying to oversee his use of dangerous tools.

🎭 - Tells lies & breaks rules in favour of her students on occasion. Will cover for them if they need more sleep, a snack, a night off, whatever.

🖕- Gets so so angry at some of the ways her students are treated. Can’t do much about it though. Has many voice memos on her phone that are just her screaming.

😬 - From a legal standpoint? The snatching of Asaki’s dad’s money and children. From a moral standpoint… refusing to tell Asaki and Hinata just how close they really are. For selfish reasons. Ough.

😭 - “Was in a pretty abusive relationship in high school. Yikes.” (Apparently that’s all Sunnie has to say on the matter so that’s all you’re getting).

😶 - Will sponsor anyone’s therapy except her own. Does not think anything could be wrong with her. Consistently invalidates Hinata’s anxiety, OCD, and autism because of this.

[storystartsanew]

Flashback Double Para: Fixer Upper

Harper pulls up to the barn with a hesitant sigh. Perry, of all people, sits next to her in the vehicle almost vibrating with a quiet excitement. It’s a weird sort of energy in conjunction with her own apprehension and fear. She wishes it was James sitting next to her, about to step into this adventure. But he’s not okay, and she won’t retraumatize him for this. She’ll get it working, get it out of the barn, and then she’ll tell him. In the meantime, she needs help. Almost no one she knows, knows how to handle the tech used to make their space ships. Perry had been a stroke of luck, honestly. James trained them himself, and they’re an Engineer. Perfect combination, right?

Perry opens the door tentatively. “Just in there, you said?” 

Harper nods. They get out of the car and bolt to the door. It makes sense, honestly. Harper’s own excitement bubbles just under the surface. There’s something intoxicating about knowing the stars are just within their reach. “Hey, wait up!” She closes her car door and follows them down to the entrance. 

Being here feels… strange. There’s a sense of finality hanging in the air over everything. She barely remembers any of it. Mostly flashes and feelings. The ship is the one thing she does remember vividly. Seeing it for the first time was breathtaking, even in as rough shape as it is. She wants to go to the stars, wants to escape this world and go be on her own for a while. At least, as alone as she can be. 

Perry gets to the barn before her, and she hears the gasp of excitement and awe that comes out of their mouth when they see it. Harper has to chuckle. She still has to stop when she gets inside. It’s in pieces, still miles away from being flyable. But it is magnificent. 

The blueprints are still sitting out from where they were left. Perry is already rummaging through them, reading what they can of the plans. It’s in a language she wasn’t sure they could read, but they seem to understand some of it. 

They look up at her with a wild grin. “Holy shit. It’s. It’s space travel. Like honest to gods, Space. Travel. I can make this work.” 

Harper finally, finally cracks a small grin. “Awesome. Can you read those? I didn’t think James would’ve-”

“No, no. I can’t read the words. At least not most of them. He taught me a little, but nothing much. The symbols though. Hailey taught me how to do the basic math. It’s a Base-9 system, which is so fucky compared to Base-10, anyways. I can read the math. It’s a lot, and I’ll definitely need help with translations. But I can do it.” 

Harper walks over to the table and looks over the papers with them. “We can do it.” 

“We can do it.” Perry smiles and throws their arm around her in a side hug. Harper chuckles, but doesn’t push them away. It’s nice, in an odd way. It’s not a friendship she expected to have, but it’s one she’s enjoying. 

They grab a wrench off the table, slide it into their pocket, and head to the ship itself. They look it over intensely and thoroughly. “Hey do you have a pen and paper?” They ask.

Harper scrambles around to find one. “Yes!” She finds a stray pencil and turns one of the blueprints over. There’s already handwritten notes on the back, so she finds a clear space to write theirs. “What do you need me to write down?”

Perry spouts off numbers and letters, seemingly at random. “It’s a code. I’ll teach it to you if you want. I just needed a shorthand as a kid for some of this stuff. It’s a bit more complicated than just this, but I bastardized it a while back so I could dictate it to people who didn’t know it.” 

Harper writes it all down furiously, doing her best to keep up. At the explanation, she smiles and nods. The linguist in her can’t help but think it’s pretty cool. “Yeah, that’d be cool. I teach you a language, you teach me one. Seems only fair.” 

They work like that for hours. Perry doing or seeing something and having Harper write it down. They sort through all the pieces left in various piles into what they think is usable, what is fixable, and what is junk. Harper helps identify part numbers, looking on the schematics for names of parts and where they go. They only stop when it finally gets too dark to see. 

[i-like-books-and-women]

My school has a marching band that does competitions not just football games and I'm actively in it and there are pros and cons so I'll make a lil list

(Update my lil list was very long so I'm gonna shove it under the page break)

Pros:

The friendships you make in band are extremely solid for the most part since we're around each other all the time

Our band directors love fucking with each other and with us so on a practice where everyone's in a good mood it's such a good time

I play flute so for woodwinds we do Sectionals with everyone 90% of the time (grouptionals) and those are always a blast since we're very good at mixing productive and silly goofy

Quite literally any downtime we get is just silly goofy fuck around time

Marching band is quite literally the nicest competitive scene (in my experience) like ever. In literally every other sport I've witnessed the teams and the fans are so fucking nasty to each other just cause they're an opponent. Vs in marching band we want everyone to do well and we're always so courteous and aware of the other schools around us. Last year there was a band that didn't move on from regionals (they were the only one from our regional) and as we were passing we quietly passed it back that everyone needed to stfu as we passed them because they were all upset and crying and we didn't need to add fuel to that fire. And also last year my flute was having some technical issues and she was refusing to work so one of our staff members caught a band coming off the field and was like "hello I'm with this school and we've got a flute player who's instrument isn't working" and like all the flute kids offered up theirs for me to use and literally anyone else in our band would've done the same for them and they're one of our biggest competitors.

The actual ride to and from the comp is almost always hype

It's very cliche but band is absolutely family. I swear to god marching band is just 30-200 kids with mommy and/or daddy issues dubbing each other as their new mom and/or dad. (As a resident mama/papa of band I'd go to fucking war for my kids I love them sm and I'm gonna be a mess this year when I graduate)

Introduces you to dci which is hype as fuck and since finals are always in indy and since we're in Indiana people go in small groups or with their families and we spend like 15-30 minutes talking about finals the Monday after since it's a weekend thing

As I was thinking about this there were also some neutral statements about marching band so here's those:

At least for me the fun part isn't nessicarlly the actual practicing it's all the time in between productive time where we get to goof off that's the fun part and also preforming is good too

I think also over all how much you're going to like marching band depends on how much you like the staff and the people in your section cause that can make or break your season

There's also a very strong love hate relationship between almost everyone and marching band. For the majority it's "I hate this I'm gonna quit" while it's happening and then "guys holy shit I miss marching season" the second it becomes off-season

I think having a marching band makes concert band boring in comparison (the way my school does it is that we use class time to rehearse in the morning so no concert band till the competitive season is over in late october/early November)

The reason there's so many "this one time at band camp" stories is just cause so much fucking wild ass shit happens at band camp and just at rehearsals in general (ask and I'll go off on the random ass stories I have)

This one's both a pro and con depending on how much you like the show, your music, and your dot in the drill but we do the same thing from may-the 4th of July and then a different thing but also the same thing july-november

Cons (side note these are very "this happened to me and others and it fucking sucked"):

Because we're around each other all the time it makes annoying people you hate a bigger issue (the bright side is you're almost certain to find other people who don't like that person either so it's not like you're the only one 90% of the time)

If you end up with control freak section leaders/drum majors shit is m i s r i b l e (been there done that got the t-shit)

That parking lot is hot as balls in the summer and it's terrible

Props fucking suck most of the time (me when I was a freshman and I was the only one who set up our 9 fucking box props cause the rest of my section didn't want to do it)

It's a lot of fucking work to actually be good and a lot of doing the exact same 8 counts for the one fucker that doesn't get it only to get "YeAh BuT fOoTbAlL" from the majority of the town and the school (me when we're literally the only program the school has that constantly goes to state)

The way our program is structured gives us a lot of free time and time to have lives outside of band, like I said we get two class periods of band first semester so we can have rehearsals in the mornings and on top of that we come in for 7am on Tuesdays and Wednesdays and we have after school 6-9s on Thursdays, but a lot of other schools in the state don't get that luxury and literally spend all their time after school doing marching band practice (again it's a lot of work to actually be good

A lot of your summer is marching band time

If/when there's drama it's fucking awful and unavoidable and a lot of the time there's not much that can be done because we're not five and not every situation involves time to tattle tale

That bus is fucking rank I swear to god people need to keep their stank ass dogs locked away and douse themselves in Deodorant before and after a show

There's almost always someone crying because they're parents promised to show up and they couldn't even bother to tell their kid that they actually wouldn't be able to make it (it's not like a grrrr con but it's always really sad)

A lot of times you end up learning a little too much and much more than you'd want to know about people's sex lives

Because, at least at my school, there's such a wide grade range (7th-12th) within band there's always someone pissed off because someone else isn't as mature as everyone else and people tend to forget "hey they're literally 12 you were that annoying at 12 shut your bitch ass up"

For the most part band parties/comp days are really fun but there's always something either someone's being a bitch, their parents didn't show, someone's parents got into a minor car accident on the way there, break ups, someone gets hurt, their instrument stops working, someone forgot something at the school, we didn't plug in the syth, someone didn't take care of themselves and has now passed out or something of that nature the list could go on really

You don't know true fear of those around you until you make a marching band discord server cause some mother fuckers hare the worst takes and wait until they're online to share

I fucking love marching band with all my heart and it's inspired me to want to go into music ed cause I know that for me I'll never be able to give this up. The friends I've made in band/the friendships I've had strengthen will forever be formative parts of my existance. I've learned how to lead, how to work with others (both people that I like and people I hate), discipline, and just how fucking good working towards a goal and getting the huge payoff at the end feels.

But I also know my experience with it is probably extremely different from a lot of other marching band kids across the country and even very different from kids in my own band becsuse I've been fortunate enough to have people in my section who were always extremely kind, I've always liked the majority of the staff, had a part in the drill and music ive thoroughly enjoyed, and I haven't really been involved in any big drama. So is it worth it? I'd say abso-fucking-lutely but also its definitely not for everyone (we've had someone quit every year during band camp since my freshman year)

Ok so I keep hearing weird stories about Marching Band sucking and my school didn't even have one so I gotta ask:

If you have stories I want to hear them I need to know what is up with Marching Band

[cedarleaf]

Cedarleaf’s Top 5 Under-Recced Percico Fics

I know nobody actually follows me for this stuff anymore, but in honor of Percy’s birthday and it being #PercicoWeek2022, here are my top five Percico fics that I don’t see get recommended enough. In no particular order:

1. When the River Meets the Sea by bvnne

Percy and Nico go on a road trip to retrieve Percy’s new godly sibling. Hijinks ensue. Highlights include a pretty epic fight scene with a phoenix, wonderful humor, cameos from some of the lesser known Greek river gods, and that time Nico punched Percy in the face. Oh, and some of the sweetest Percico you will ever find.

2. Like Water on Rock by the objectlesson

Percy is freaking out about accidentally unlocking his bloodbending abilities in Tartarus. Nico helps him get a handle on them. Highlights include thick-headed boys being vulnerable, Octavian getting pwned, and really cool use of godly powers.

3. The Vices/Virtues Series by aimmyarrowshigh

Every Percico shipper worth their salt has heard of Kiss a Boy in Tokyo Town, but this is another old Percico fandom classic from The Before Times. A series of snippets of varying lengths, but the characterization of pre-Heroes-of-Olympus Percy and Nico is spot on.

4. The Apostate Prophecy by pornosophical

This story. Holy shit, this story. This is everything that Trials of Apollo wishes it could be. The Percico is sublime, a slow burn of Nico continuing to deny he still has Feelings(TM) for Percy until he just can’t anymore, and Percy coming to realize that not only is he not as straight as he thought, there’s a very particular someone he’s had his eye on for some time now. The friendships between the other characters are also strong and incredibly refreshing. The whole cast is present and so spot on, but especially the Olympians + Hades. Not the one-scene guest stars they were reduced to in Heroes of Olympus, but brilliant and shining characters in their own right. The action is great, the plot brilliant. If I can get you to read only one story on this list, please read this.

5. The Death God Alliance by Asilda

One of the original great Percy Jackson and the Olympians/The Kane Chronicles crossover fics. Nico gets mistaken for a godling by the House of Life. Percy quite literally smashes his way into Brooklyn House to rescue him. This is the only story on this list that has Percico as a platonic BrOTP instead of a romantic OTP, with Percy and Nico sharing a confirmed familial relationship. Even so, theirs is the backbone that drives this action-packed, incredibly dynamic story forward. If anybody ever gives you crap that Percy and Nico having a positive relationship post-The-Last-Olympian is all in Percico shippers’ heads, you take this fic and you beat them in the face with it. Because it just wasn’t true and this story and all its sequels and many, many fans prove it.

[khaleesiofalicante]

Me: No, I will not take distractions this week. I am busy! I will read lbaf on Friday as a little reward 🥰

Also me after I saw you posted this chapter: yeah, scratch that. I don't have that much self control anyways :))

This will be all over the place bc I am experiencing a lot of emotions right now, I am running on 4 hours of sleep and I am not ok after that end :))

"That name is not cool,” Kit interrupted. “Petition to call them Power Babes. And trust me, some of them are babes.” Power babes is the best name ever and now I will never not remember it. Damnit, Kit!

Rafael made too many promises. This is going to backfire, isn't it?

The immortal gang always leaves me with an existential crisis ngl

God, Ragnor is such a drama queen and I stan him😂

LUCA!?!! LUCA?!?!

I KNEW IT!!! NICO IS LUCIFER'S HEIR!!! I am so proud of my theory dkbdkdjdk. Also Kit figuring out?? ✨Iconic✨

BEN FUCKING CLARK!!! HELL YEAH LET'S GOOO

So, it didn’t matter.

It didn’t matter that Alec Lightwood loved one man so much that he changed the world for him.

Assholes will always be assholes.

Fuck those people, honestly

The detail of Jace praying bc we know that's what he does when he is desperate 😭

How could you forget something that was the core of your existence? just stop it this is hurting so much!!!

MINA IS HERE!! FUCK YEAH, FINALLY!!! She needed to smack him on the head and get some sense into him!! God, I love her💙💙

“It’s literally just finishing one assignment and starting another. Hollywood lied to us about all the booze and the babes.” True. They got my hopes up for nothing 😔

She is a fucking genius!!!!

What a bad bitch Clary is!! It amazes me everytime😍 but also she is so scary and I am concerned:)

“Because you are known for your eloquence?” Mina asked dryly.

Max smiled. “I really fucking missed you.”

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“Mina Carstairs,” his best friend introduced herself. “Max’s brain cell and life coach.”

Their friendship>>>>>

Ok.... That meeting could have definitely been phrased better... But I'm just too in love with Clary rn to notice 😍

“Hibernating?” Alec asked. “Like a Pola Bear?” I wanted to make fun of him but it was also my first thought 😂

Because they knew this was their truth.

And they liked their strange, painful truth.

Because it was theirs.

Malec are keeping my sanity istg-

Magnus being ready to let Alec seduce him omfg jdvskdndkd

Alec is the only one who seems to have his shit together at this time and he's so sexy for all the wise things that come out of his mouth

“You are a Fairchild,” Ben whispered. “You have the same eyes.” I KNEW YOU WOULD CONNECT THDM TOGETHER SOMEHOW!! That's why Nico told her to go😭

The man grinned over his shoulder. “Get in, losers. We’re saving Idris.” YES YES YES!!! MY MAN IS BACK IN THE GAME!!

The last fucking POV jfc!!! I... I don't know what to say other than:

I FUCKING HATE MALLORY SO MUCH I WOULD GLADLY GET HER OUT OF THIS WORLD

DONT FUCK WITH ME. THE RING. AND THE KISS😭😭😭😭 foreshadowing everywhere huh?

MAX WROTE EVERYTHING ON THOSE DAIRIES!!! FUCK!!

DAVID😭😭😭

THE LIBRARY!!!

THE FUCKING AGONY RUNE HOLY SHIT

HE NOW DOESN'T REMEMBER THEIR FIRST KISS😭😭 AND THE "louder" SCENE 😭😭😭😭

I literally felt the fear. I could feel my heart racing and my hands shaking. No book has ever made me feel it so real. You are an amazing writer💙

I will be sending you my therapy bills ;)

the fact you felt the fear has me shooketh, that's EXACTLY the vibe i wanted the readers to have when they read mallory scenes 👀

AND I AM OBSESSED WITH HOW YOU COLLECT THESE BANNERS HEHE.

i will wait for the therapy bill 💙

[wsdwriting]

part 2! continues almost directly after

Luz brings her phone and the scrap of paper to breakfast. Amalia sees both and frowns. 

“Did you seriously text her?” 

“Not yet!” She throws them both on the counter and sighs. “I’m just… thinking still. Like, okay—was she hot?”

Amalia hums, thinking, and turns her focus back to her breakfast. Which prompts Luz to actually start on hers. 

“You seemed… into her, I guess.” Amalia admits. 

“Like into her into her, or just looking for free drinks into her?”

“I don’t know!” She sighs. “You’re very convincing, you know?”

It is something she’s been honing for a while. She doesn’t care to seek out free drinks, exactly, but if someone offers… Well, she thinks by now she knows the exact level of interest she needs to show to a stranger to keep that going. 

Amalia isn’t a stranger, though. 

“But you always see through me.” 

More than that—Amalia seemed to know her even when they were strangers. Like those beautiful brown eyes of theirs could see into the depths of Luz’s soul. It was an exhilarating feeling. It still is.

“I guess…” They pause, thinking again. “It seemed… genuine. From what I could tell, at least.”

“Okay…”

Luz picks up her phone, but doesn’t do anything with it yet—just keeps her fingers ready to input the number and send a message. Standing at the edge of the cliff, getting herself ready to leap off before she can change her mind. 

“Maybe I should just text her…” She muses. “I mean—one date can’t hurt, right? Just to make sure?”

Amalia hums noncommittally. 

Then Luz’s phone buzzes. 

A message notification from an unknown number reading, “Hi. This is Jude from the club last night.” flashes on screen.

Cold dread washes through her. 

“Oh my god.”

“What?”

Luz checks the number against the one on the paper—perfect match. 

“Oh my god.”

“Luz?” Luz looks over at them. They’ve abandoned their food entirely—turned towards Luz with a frown. “What’s wrong?” 

“I gave her my number, too!” 

“Oh.” Amalia’s face goes through a complicated parade of emotions that Luz is too hungover to process. “Wow.”

“I never do that!” She checks the numbers again. “What the fuck? Why did I do that? My god…”

Another message comes through. 

“I’m not sure how well you remember, but I was hoping we could talk a bit more about what we were talking about last night. Maybe over lunch?”

“Holy shit—she just asked me out.” 

“Let me see.” 

Amalia crowds in close to her to read the texts over her shoulder. They’re both in English, but that’s not surprising—they did all run away to Australia, after all.

“What do I say?” Luz asks, desperation tinging her tone. “Do I say yes?”

“Um…” Amalia doesn’t look at her—eyes fixated on the screen. “It’s… your relationship, right? Why are you asking me?”

“Because this never happens and I need advice!” Luz pulls away so she can meet Amalia’s eyes. “You’re pretty put together, right?”

A laugh escapes from their lips. They seem just as startled as Luz feels. 

“I guess?”

“Listen, just, uh…” Luz groans and collapses onto the table, gripping at her hair. “Fuck. You said I was pretty into her, right?”

“Yeah…”

“So…” She turns her head to look pathetically up at Amalia, “I should say yes, right?”

“I mean…” Amalia sighs. “You—You don’t really give your phone number out to people, right? The last time you did was with…”

“You.” Luz finishes.

“Yeah.”

Luz bites her lip, trying to stop the so I must really like her then, huh? from bubbling out of her mouth. Now is not the time to revisit her silly unrequited crush. 

Not after apparently being clingy enough to get Amalia to sleep in the same bed as her—how wouldn’t they connect two and two together? There’s no point to ruining a friendship when she potentially already has a date lined up. Right?

“Well… it’s—it’s like I was saying, I guess…” Luz hesitantly saves the phone number as Jude. “One date can’t hurt?”

“And…” Amalia sighs. “And you know me and Miguel will be ready to bail you out if things turn bad.”

“Exactly! And, uh, thank you for that—by the way.”

“No problem.” Amalia checks her phone and grimaces. “Listen, I gotta go—I was supposed to meet Mel a few minutes ago.”

“Oh! Of course.” She puts her phone down long enough to wave goodbye. “I’ll see you later?”

“Yeah, see you.”

Amalia leaves without dealing with their plate, but Luz will call it even since they made breakfast. The door slams shut, and Luz turns back to her phone. 

“Sure!” She sends. “When works for you?”

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hope you enjoyed the follow up \o/!!

little snippet of writing for these guys \o/ if you’d like, listen to Susie Save Your Love by Allie X to hear the song that inspired this bit!!

(go here for character information)

reblogs appreciated \o/!!

Luz wakes up with a piercing headache, and curled around someone. She squirms—pulling herself in closer and pressing her face more firmly against the other person. Tries desperately to block out the light leaking through her eyelids. 

Her movement wakes them, though. They stretch, before laughing softly and running a hand through her hair. 

“Good morning, Luz.” Comes Amalia’s amused voice. 

Luz freezes. Tries to run through her memories to figure out what events led her to here—except she can’t recall anything. Stupid alcohol. 

She pulls away, braving the sunlit room. 

“‘Morning.” She mutters, throwing an arm over her eyes. 

“Let me get the curtains.” 

The bed dips and creaks as Amalia leaves it. Luz listens to the sound of curtains being tugged tightly closed, and removes her arm to probably the darkest they’ll get during the day in a room like this. 

Amalia flops back onto the bed, crawling under the covers. Her hair is messy, and she still hasn’t taken her makeup off from last light, and she looks beautiful. 

And Luz really shouldn’t be having those thoughts even if both of them are single. 

But… then again… they also spent the night together. And she’s wearing one of Luz’s shirts. 

“Um…” As much as she’s almost too nervous to ask, she has to know. “Did we…?”

“Luz!” Amalia exclaims, sounding a little scandalised. But before Luz can panic too much, she laughs. “No, no. You were much too drunk, anyway. I just drove you home, and you got clingy.”

Embarrassing, but probably less of a mess than fucking her friend. 

“Ah.” She tugs the covers up to hide her face a little. “Sorry…”

“It’s fine—I don’t mind.” Amalia smiles. “I wouldn’t have signed myself up as designated driver if I did.”

“True, true.”

“There’s water and painkillers on the bedside table, by the way.”

Luz turns so fast she flares up her nausea and has to take a second to recover. Amalia does not manage to cover her laugh. Not that Luz thinks she was particularly trying to. 

“You’re a life saver, Pedra.” Luz declares, quickly swallowing down the painkillers. 

“It’s nothing.” But Luz can tell she’s pleased. “I just figured since I was already here… oh, and by the way”—she plucks a small piece of paper from her bedside table—“you got someone’s number.”

“Oh, man…” Unsurprising, even though she’s been trying not to do that recently. “Do you remember who’s it is?”

“Not really.” Amalia looks over the paper like it’ll help her remember. “She was bald, I think. And pretty butch. I don’t know, I wasn’t paying much attention—too focused on getting you home, you know?” 

Luz tries to conjure the memories to mind and fails miserably. 

“What should I do with it?” Amalia asks, leaning to the side to dangle it over where Luz knows her rubbish bin by the desk is. “Put it with the others?”

They’ve gone through this whole post-club song and dance before—even if Amalia has never actually stayed the night. Luz throws away almost every number she gets, but that’s usually because she was just flirting to get free drinks. 

This time she can’t remember what happened. It could’ve been someone she really hit it off with—like Amalia. And even if it truly is like what happened with Amalia and she just gets a new friend, that’s a good thing, too. 

“No, no, I… I’ll think about it.”

“You’ll… think about it?” Amalia raises her eyebrows.

“I just want to see if I remember more, you know?” Then she groans. “Besides—I, um… I need a rebound after that last guy.”

“I thought you were over him.”

“I am! Miguel even made sure I deleted his number because they’ve seen what happens if I don’t. Just…” She sighs. “It’ll be easier with someone else, you know? So I can stop thinking about him entirely.”

Amalia opens her mouth likes she’s going to say something. Then she seems to think better of it and leans back to the bed, depositing the paper on the bedside table again. 

“If you’re sure.” She settles on. 

“Well… I guess I am… Maybe I’ll get some memories back after breakfast and decide to chuck it, anyway.” Luz says, laughing a little. “But we exchanged numbers at a club. So you never know, right?” 

“Right.” Amalia climbs out of bed, and heads to the door. “Wait here, I’ll go make breakfast.” 

“You’re my saviour, Pedra!” Luz calls after her. 

She doesn’t get a response, but figures Amalia was already too far away to bother. So, she curls up in the blankets again, content to catch a few more minutes of sleep before breakfast is ready.

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hope you enjoyed \o/!! this is set kind of like… towards the end of the start section I would say. if you have any questions about the story feel free to send them in \o/!!

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[transterrence]

jarlo

JOHN X ARLO

i have several others but im doing this one first bc its ✨controversial✨

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CHEMISTRY

4/10

they mostly hate eachother idk what you want from me. arlo hates john- he thinks hes immature and stupid and irresponsible. john hates arlo- he thinks hes stuck up and a prick and a general bad person. they both hate each other, and have both severely hurt each other. arlo, because of his beliefs, pushed john into a situation that forced him to relapse into his [self]destructive tendencies. john proceeded to use, berate, and blame from that point on. they're characters with such different point of views and have both been severely hurt by the system, but neither of them refuse to acknowledge that the other has been hurt. while john blames himself for what hed become, he covers that up by blaming the system. on the other hand, arlo doesnt even recognize the fact that hes been affected by the hierachy [his obsession with order].

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POTENTIAL

9/10

TENSIONNNNN. mm we've seen that arlo is capable of being kind, or at least pretending to be kind, to john. from that point, that couldve developped into genuine affection for each other, much like a fake dating trope. and it would work, however, thats not the way story evolved. currently, they both hate each other. arlo's also shown to feel guilty about his actions, at least to some degree. they could both push each other to further goals and enlighten the other to different perspectives [much like john and sera's friendship]. a romantic relationship between the two would be very multi-faceted and interesting to see play out considering their backstories and previous interactions. [but itd be so cute for them to go soft on each other]. they could also grow as people which would be nice :>

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TOXICITY

10/10

BAD BAD BAD. TOXIC AS FUCK. they fucking hate each other. a relationship like theirs could go bad so fucking fast. everyone in unordinary has a track record of shit communication, and holy fuck these two are so bad at it. there'd be no trust or communication between these two. even if they did forgive each other to what happened, its not healthy to just move on from what they did. arlo fucked john over, and so did arlo. both of them, specifically arlo, are not in stable positions as of the moment. engaging in a relationship would be unhealthy and toxic. likely, one bad incident could set off a spiral for both since it could trigger john's ptsd and very distinctly remind him of what arlo did to him. of course, relationships are not certainly toxic or certainly healthy, its just these two have a high potential of turning sour.

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PERSONAL OPINION

8/10

i like it, personally. the appeal to me, i think, is the idea of them growing as people. character development is sexy. seeing them grow from who they were at the start, and actually take the time to care and understand of each other would be so satisfying. picturing them in a healthy relationship rn- its good !! theyd have nice banter and would challenge each other's opinions, but in a way that supports the relationship rather than break it down.

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IN CONCLUSION...

good chemistry. high potential and they could definitely have a good relationship, but that depends on if theyre genuinely going to put in the effort to grow as people and understand each other. however, can get toxic real fast especically with the tendency of them to hold grudges and their history. unlikely to ever be canon, but theyve got good tension :>

[stuff-from-the-void-matron]

Laurel Wreaths & Animal Teeth (10)

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(technoblade x fem!reader)

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(a/n: y’all seemed to like chapter 9 so here’s chapter 10! I know, I know. still no technoblade! BUT! he WILL be arriving soon~ very soon. >:3c but for now just enjoy the rest of the utter nonsense that’s the election. and remember! reblogs and comments REALLY make writing the next chapter possible. if y’all lose interest then so will I. so reblog and comment y’all! <3)

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There was an eerie silence hanging over everyone in attendance. Nobody quite knew what to say, or even how to react to this startling new information. Not a soul spoke as a few people on stage and in the audience shared confused glances, not even whispering their questions to each other lest they shatter the heavy stillness. At least that was the case before HBomb hopped up out of his chair and gave a loud and cheerful “WHOO! NEW PRESIDENT!” that successfully slam dunked everyone back into the moment at hand. 

Suddenly you were surrounded by noise as everyone started talking at once. 

Meanwhile you remained mostly unaware of it, well more like distantly aware of it.

You stared up at the stage, locked in place from how floored you still were.

What in the absolute hell was Wilbur talking about?? 

You can’t have won! Because you weren’t running! 

So there’s no way for you to WIN something you were never actively competing for! 

There had to be a mistake. Maybe this was just some more of their silly pranks and japes before they read off the real winner, which actually wasn’t that huge of a stretch for this SMP if you were being honest. Or at least that’s what you were telling yourself anyways. Vaguely you could hear voices talking all around you, but it seemed far away, so you weren’t really registering what was being said. You were mostly just staring blankly at the stage, not really seeing any of the people up there as you tried to process what just happened.

It took Tubbo grabbing your elbow and shaking it to snap you out of the almost trance like state you'd slipped into. You looked down and he actually looked excited, but you could also see shock in his expression as well. You looked behind you to the rest of the crowd and some were clapping and cheering while others stood silent, shocked like you if you had to hazard a guess. You looked back up at the stage when you heard Tommy calling you to come up with them. You were still sorta frozen but thankfully Tubbo nudged you forward, reminding you that you needed to move. Silently you made your way up to the podium, mouth feeling dry and stomach feeling like it was full of stones.

Now that you were zoned back in you could hear the arguing coming from the podium. You were sort of dreading coming face to face with Wilbur, already knowing how… not great he took Schlatt winning from the original timeline. And he apparently knew and was friends with the ram hybrid. So you couldn’t see him being happy you won.. But when you got to the stage where the others were you couldn’t focus on Wilbur because all at once your vision was overtaken by Tommy, who was babbling about how you won! And how the hell did you win?? You weren’t even running! And how he’s pretty down they lost but at least Quackity and George didn’t win! (that got a ‘fuck you!’ out of the Spanish speaking young man) You gave a weak chuckle and said you’re not sure how or why you won but it was crazy indeed. 

Quackity, Schlatt, and George were the most vocal about not thinking the results were fair. Though to be clear, Wilbur didn’t look thrilled either, but he was doing his best to look professional or put together you guessed. Or at least not blow up in front of literally everyone. You kept an eye on him while Tommy led you up to the mic and told you to give your first decree as president. But you sorta… didn’t want to be president. You hoped you wouldn’t upset anyone by not accepting the job. But you didn’t think you’d make a good leader. So you turned away from the mic, hoping nobody but the ones beside you on stage would hear when you asked if you had to accept the role. 

This caught all the mens’ attention and Wilbur was quick to give you an out, saying no you didn’t technically HAVE to accept the presidency. In fact if you weren’t ready or willing to fill the role then the runners up, aka him and Tommy, would happily do so for you. But then Quackity, Schlatt, and surprisingly Fundy said that wasn’t fair either since both Pog2020 and Schlatt/Swag2020 were tied with the amount of votes. And you had to admit, that didn’t seem fair. But Wilbur perked up and you’d swear in that moment he was the embodiment of the ‘lightbulb above head’ phrase. Then he grinned and turned to Fundy and Niki and asked to speak to them before urging them and Tommy off the stage, leaving you and Schlatt/Swag2020 on the stage alone.

Not wanting to leave everyone in the audience hanging, you gave a polite smile and assured them that the others just wanted to…. recount the votes! They weren’t sure Wilbur counted them right so they figured recounting with some other witnesses there would clear things up! The crowd shared confused glances but it was Tubbo who yelled out that that sounded sus as hell! And if he were you he’d think they were trying to cheat or something! You snorted a laugh but assured him it was alright and you didn’t think they’d be that ballsy~

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Fundy and Niki followed behind Wilbur and Tommy, the latter of the two males just as confused about what Wilbur was up to as the pair behind him. But then they all gathered in the white house and Wilbur turned to the members of Coconut2020 and said he had a proposition for them! The brunet said that since it was clear that you weren’t really up to being president, his tone derisive like your refusal of the position was tantamount to spitting in his food, then if Fundy and Niki agreed to combine their votes with Swag2020 then Wilbur could be president again and things could go back to normal!

But the blonde woman and fox hybrid didn’t look convinced.. Niki said they’d just be giving them their votes so they could win, while they got nothing? Fundy frowned and asked what positions he and Niki would have in the Pog2020 cabinet if they joined their votes with theirs. Here is where Wilbur hesitated, unsure what positions he could give them. But then he smiled and said Niki would be the First Woman, since she was the first woman to join L’manberg! And Fundy would of course be everyone’s Little Champion! He couldn’t help but baby talk his son, he’d never been able to take Fundy seriously, not really anyways. What with his alert little triangle ears, furry face, soft little paw beans, and fluffy tail. He was just too cute for Wilbur to take him seriously. Even now. But it was this attitude that would be his downfall. Because it’s what caused Fundy to snap.

“No, Wilbur! This is serious! I’m not some baby for you to dress up and prance around! I’m a fucking adult! I have my own house, I pay taxes, I fought in a war for fucks sake!” the hybrid shouted, clearly upset.

Wilbur was shocked but tried to calm Fundy down, not fully realizing how mad his son was until the red haired male practically snarled, 

“I’m not going to sit here and hand over the votes Niki and I earned just so you can treat me like a child!”

Without another word he turned on his heel and stormed out of the white house, leaving three stunned people behind. Tommy looked up at Wilbur, opening and closing his mouth, wanting so badly to say something, maybe lighten the awkward mood but not knowing what or even if he should speak at all. Meanwhile Niki just sighed and gave Wilbur a soft disappointed look. She knew Wilbur loved his son, and that often translated to him babying the hybrid. But she’d warned him, as kindly as she could, that it seemed to upset Fundy that his own father wouldn’t treat him like anything but a kid. She’s not a parent herself, so she figures it must be hard for a parent to see their child as anything but a child, even after they’ve grown. 

But she can see Fundy’s side too. It must be massively frustrating to be looked upon like you’re just a kid. Especially since Wilbur doesn’t even treat Tommy, his own younger brother, as a child as much as he does Fundy. And she’d seen first hand how Wilbur’s attitude towards Fundy, whether or not the brunet intended for it to happen or not, did in fact influence how others treated the red furred hybrid. She’d seen Tommy, Tubbo, Eret, Sapnap, and even herself a couple times sort of not treat Fundy with the respect you’d show to a fellow adult. She tried her best to kick that habit, and her and Fundy’s friendship had really blossomed thanks to it, she thinks. But she believes Wilbur just pushed his son to his breaking point…

“He’s right, Wilbur. You can’t keep babying him. He’s a grown up now..” Niki said neutrally.

Then she let out a tired sounding breath of air and turned to follow after the fox hybrid, saying she would go check on him. But she also said Wilbur needed to talk to him later, man to man, and make things right. Said brunet looked rather flummoxed, not sure what the hell just happened. It was Tommy who broke the silence by giving an almost weak sounding ‘holy shit’. Wilbur turned his perplexed gaze to his brother and asked what the HELL that was all about! Said blond winced and gave a sigh while awkwardly scratching the back of his head, not thrilled with the weird turn this conversation took, but answered Wilbur,

“Ehh… looks like you and Fundy have some unresolved personal issues, bud..”

Wilbur barked that this wasn’t the time for Fundy to let some personal vendetta against him cloud his reasoning! They were in the middle of the do or die of the election! If they couldn’t get Fundy and Niki to agree to join their votes with theirs then they won’t win! And they’ll be in a tie with Schlatt and Quackity! Wilbur jerked his hands down, like he wanted to slam them against a table or something. But instead he just viciously scrubbed his fingers through his curly hair, feeling embittered with everyone around him. All he’d wanted was to lead HIS country! Like he rightfully should have been able to! All this election bollocks and now he was having to try and convince HIS OWN SON to help him stay president?! If it were him and Phil needed help he’d give it! Well he would if Phil were ever fucking around..

The sound of a crowd cheering caused the two to whip their heads towards the area where the stage was before they looked at each other. Not a word was spoken between them as they both took off in a run towards the stage, wondering what happened and what they were missing. They rounded the corner of the building to the left of the stage to see you smiling and waving daintily to the crowd. Not sure what they’d missed, Wilbur rushed up to Niki and asked what happened. Did you accept the presidency already?? 

Niki raised an eyebrow at her friend and nodded, saying you’d finally relented and accepted the role as president after she and Fundy came back from ‘recounting the votes’. Niki hummed and said she figured that you finally accepted the results after it was made clear that if you didn’t then everything would be stuck in a tie. But then Niki’s reflecting mood brightened and she said she really thought you’d do a good job as the new president. Even joking that you had to be better than Schlatt. 

Niki never voiced it out loud but she’d been worried Schlatt and Quackity would win. Schlatt was the biggest worry for her. To his credit, he was actually a really funny guy and she could see why Wilbur was friends with him, they just had a good chemistry and their senses of humor bounced off each other well. But… Schlatt could also be blatantly power hungry and hateful if not kept in check from the few times she’d met him or heard stories about him from Wilbur. Niki felt like giving him the amount of authority that came with being president would only end poorly. And Quackity was an alright guy in her opinion but he could be vindictive and petty too. She got the vibe that any amount of power given to him would instantly go to his head and turn him into a jerk.

But again, these were just her personal (and not spoken aloud) opinions…

She always hated being mean to people and saying hurtful things. So she kept her opinions to herself more often than not. Unless it was super important anyways. So instead of elaborating on Why she was so relieved that Schlatt and Quackity hadn’t won she instead flashed the two members of Pog2020 a smile and said it had been a fun race, and despite all the drama she really thinks Tommy’s friend will do a good job. Then with a keen raise of her eyebrows the blonde suggested with a cute smile,

“Oh, maybe you could be a member of Reader’s Cabinet! I’m sure she’ll be needing a vice president, secretary of defense, treasury, and other positions!”

Niki was honestly just trying to cheer up her friend, but the cheerful smile slipped off her face at the dark look that crossed Wilbur’s. She grew concerned when she saw how hard he was clenching his fists and gritting his teeth. His behavior over the last few weeks had been slowly worrying her, but this was starting to make her anxious. And when he started marching towards the stage she shot a panicked look to Tommy, who could do nothing but give her an equally worried and confused face before they both tried to hurry after their brown haired friend. But he got up onto the stage before either of them could grab his arm, and Niki was about to call after him but he reached your side, clearing his throat and alerting you to his presence. 

You looked down and saw him standing at attention next to you, hand outstretched for a handshake and a polite but serious smile on his face. You were surprised, thinking he was handling this with more grace than you’d expected, but a feeling deep in your gut was still on edge. You knew the destruction Wilbur Soot was all too willing and capable of doing in the selfish pursuit of keeping power over the country he made. The lives of his friends and family be damned. So while you really really wanted to hope that Wilbur will be better since you won over the other parties… you’re also highly skeptical that he will manage to keep his sanity. 

But instead of showing any of your reservations you instead simply smile and shake his hand, thanking him for congratulating your win and promising him you’ll do your best with the presidency and taking care of L’manberg. And if you noticed how his smile looked a little too angry at the edges then you didn’t say anything..

So instead of dealing with the mess that was Wilbur Soot you focused on the crowd and let go of Wilbur’s hand to stand at the sort of comically short podium and spoke out to the people you were now responsible for,

“Well, this all was certainly unexpected..”

Chuckles erupted from the crowd at that, making you feel a bit better about all of this. At least you weren’t the only one to see how wild all of this mess was.

“I’m actually really shocked! I wasn’t intending to run for president but I suppose life has other plans for me. But regardless, I’m honored you’ve all put your faith in me to lead you. I swear to do my absolute best for you and help L’manberg flourish.”

Applause from the crowd made you give a genuine smile. Perhaps this wouldn’t be so bad?

-0-

In the audience, watching this all unfold behind a mask and tapping his foot, stood the familiar looking figure in a green hood. Hanging around next to him was Sapnap in all his black and white dressed glory. And at some point George had gotten bored with the drama on stage and had left Quackity’s side (not that the duck hybrid had even noticed or cared) and wandered over to stand with his two friends. They watched Wilbur hand over the presidency to you and George made an off hand comment that Wilbur sure didn’t look pleased with losing, a smug laugh in his sleepy tone. Sapnap snickered but stared at you and elbowed his taller friend, asking in a curious tone while subtly gesturing to you,

“Speaking of, why didn’t you tell us you’d let someone new on the server, Dream?”

His friend glanced at him for a second longer than normal before replying with a tense tone to his voice that he hadn’t let her on. That caused both Sapnap and George to jerk their heads up to look at him in visible confusion. While George stammered through a series of ‘what’s’ and ‘wait hold on-’ Sapnap was loudly questioning what the hell he meant. The mask wearing player shushed them both before looking up to see if anyone had heard them or looked over at the twos’ loud exclamations. Thankfully nobody had. So he sighed and led them a bit further away from the crowd and explained that he’d not authorized any new members to the server. and it was true, he hadn’t. But both hybrids still looked confused and George asked, clearly puzzled,

“Well then how did she get on the server?? Nobody else can let people on, right, Dream?”

Sapnap nodded but stopped when their taller friend let out a flat hum before shaking his head ‘no’. That caught the shorter twos’ attention so he elaborated by asking them,

“Who on this server is known to have Creative Mode?”

The two blinked before it dawned on them and they looked even more shocked than before, only now it was coupled with anxiousness. Sapnap harshly whispered to the two, asking why the hell fucking GOD himself would actually let someone onto the server?? DreamXD never bothered with players and stuff, only being rumored to be seen by players if they broke server rules. George added on that this all sounded really weird. And an idea hit him and he couldn’t help but voice it. 

“You don’t think… she’s linked to DreamXD.. do you? Like working for him or something?” he asked a touch nervously.

The other two didn’t say anything, not really knowing what to say to that. Sapnap could only shrug while the tallest of their group remained silent, none of them having any answers to the string of questions they’d just let loose.

They would just have to wait and see it seemed.

-0-

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[vicea]

techno and dreams dynamic tho :c so good so pure. how dream said now they're closer and he doesn't want to jeopardize that by doing another big competitive thing against him (even though we'd all be happy to see it and they'd get so much clout) im luv them

oh my god how I literally have been waiting for this moment. technoblade and dream... the OP duo... the “Make-A-Wish” team... I MISS them so MUCH God when they work together, when they team together, when they have interactions I get so excited because there’s not a dull moment with these minecraft nerds.

you already mentioned one thing that literally lives in my head rent free and it’s the fact that dream said the main reason why he doesn’t want to do a manhunt against techno is because he does not want to make this “rival” status of theirs into this enemy thing between communities and between them because they’re friends and he doesn’t want to lose that- and like 🥺 dream really cherishes their friendship a lot !! and respects techno so so much. he’s always been such a big fan of his and they’re both overall super supportive of each other under the whole rivals bit:

exhibit A 

exhibit B <- also has a link to techno and dream wholesome friendship moments where techno is seen being a dream stan (said it himself in minecraft chat) as well (for clout but lets ignore that part) and also being really supportive after the mrbeast duel 

exhibit C techno referencing road trip here GGhhhHHGH 

like i remember his first message to techno on discord was to team with him for minecraft monday too albeit probably for clout but lets be real this clout chase between them is a mutual thing and they both don’t mind at all. plus it’s fucking OP as hell

another thing that lives in my head rent free is the fact that dream wanted to just vc techno when they were the only ones on the dream smp and just wanted to talk (before sap, george, and bbh crashed their VC LOL) like... that’s crumbs yo. CRUMBS for rivalsblr.  and also we cannot forget the infamous “dream is homeless bit” by techno... how dream had techno’s livestream pulled up and was listening in to his every joke and playing along by making a small diary and writing everything word for word that techno said as a joke. and then this part here too. like they easily bounce off of each other so well,, more interactions please.

GOD I cannot emphasize HOW funny it is whenever dream is trying to do lore and Techno is just pulling his “breaking the fourth wall” jokes in the middle (as he always does) because Techno would just be reading his donations aloud and dream would be patient and just barely tolerate it at first then BLOW UP AFTER THE FOURTH TIME OR SMTH. LIKE TECHNO LOVES PUSHING HIS BUTTONS ITS HILARIOUS god i love them

okay this is more dream smp lore related but like,,, c!dream being the only one that ever really stayed true to his word and never betrayed c!techno... and c!techno agreeing wholeheartedly, but then like both of them explicitly stating that they aren’t friends. we love to see it !! stating and !! respecting !! each other’s boundaries whilst blowing up countries together 😎 (like yeah i get it, both of them saw an advantage and took it but let me HAVE MY CRUMBS PLEASE) also dream and techno teaming up with tommy during the battle of the lake and winning... that was fucking epic and before the 3rd explosion of lmanberg and tommy’s betrayal against techno - techno goes “is this where you turn in your favor?” but then dream is like “pft what No you already wanted to blow up lmanberg” and techno goes “you know me so well dream” BHBJBJBHJ (SYNDICATE!DREAM COME TRUE OR ELSE)

OKAY also lmao I think it is always so funny every time I am reminded of how fucking sweaty dream and techno are even in the dream smp lore. Like the two standing facts of how dream literally made a WHOLE ass fucking obsidian grid above lmanberg with his fucking rapid TNT dropping thing and techno 1. breeding probably over hundreds of wolves as his army and 2. grinding for... way too many wither skulls. and both of them were on the same side. like holy shit they really know how to blow a country up.

also lets not forget the fact that once for buildmart, techno and dream “cheated” the MCC system by learning the builds for build mart (they were on separate teams too)- techno saying “there are 26 builds” and dream was like “actually 27″ they are absolute SWEATY NERDS and I LOVE THEM for that

speaking of MCC... when dream and techno teamed up that one time it was probably both relieving and stressful at the same time. because 1. they both play MCC competitively but in the case they are teammates, they will be more confident in each other’s skills and be like “oh i have dream/techno, they can do the heavy lifting.” whilst at the same time 2. because they are competitive and rivals, they want to outdo each other, they want to show off to each other as well you know?? like “I beat you in parkour” or “i outlived you in battle box” but also we’re on the same team and still winning LOL SO IT’S AN EZ DUBBB

OH WAIT and also that one time in minecraft bingo... i remember seeing a comparison of them being nervous due to the time pressure and it’s funniest thing ever. Dream talking really fast about what materials he has and asking questions to techno whilst techno is like the buffering noise. i love how complete opposites they can be 

... we were robbed of rivalsblr content too from that one masquerade party one... could’ve had it all...

anyway! in conclusion, i’m going to drop some more rivalsblr crumbs here and here and god i love their dynamic so much please give me more content of them and also dream smp related- get c!techno to find out canonically that c!dream is imprisoned and being tortured. have him Feel Revenge for someone he didn’t consider a friend just an ally who had a common goals. and free c!dream and have a happy ending of them being besties who spar every day wooooo 

just like i said with tommy’s post... fuck continuity, fuck plot holes. just want techno + dream interactions.

[writingbylee]

HI HELLO WELCOME TO ME FREAKING OUT ABOUT HOW GOOD THIS IS

You might have even thought I forgotten about you. Rest assured, I didn't. I could never forget you.

legit gave me chills and i almost looked over my shoulder. the way i feel like i can hear him saying it

And then you tricked me.

the way that this whole memory is a metaphor for how Tymon feels right now is SO FUCKING GOOD

I can only hope you have fond memories of when you made me laugh and smile. It's been far too long since that's happened. 

the way that the first time you read this sentence it seems totally normal but then when you read it again you realize that Tymon is telling Elayna that she hasn’t made him laugh or smile in a long time, ie blaming Elayna for the way he feels

You always seem to hold yourself to a high standard.

the way he’s insinuating that she should be holding herself to a higher standard, and that higher standard being Tymon. PERSE LITERALLY HOLY SHIT YOU ARE SO FUCKING TALENTED. this one sentence has like seven different layers to it. he’s telling her that she should strive to be better, like what she is now isn’t good enough. at the same time, he’s implying that the ‘better’ she should be striving for is him! the way he’s telling her to be better, and that she’s not enough, and that she’s his, ALL AT THE SAME TIME AGH

I guess I was under the impression you were just leaving for a week or two, to find yourself and exert some independence. I understand the urge. I've thought about doing the same.

the way i want to strangle him for this. like dude!!! you’re the reason she left!!! she needed independence from you!!! AHHHHHHH

If something were to happen to me, I know I would be in safe hands. 

the subtle implication that if something were to happen to Elayna, that she would not be in safe hands. BITCH THAT IS A THREAT

I talked to the Tarbeck boy. I know he went with you.

THIS IS SO CREEPY EW EW EW. he’s literally tracing her steps as if it’s a missing persons case. what a fucking PSYCHO

I would do anything you ask of me. I could never find you to be a burden. Our friendship and shared history means that much to me. I find it hard to deny you because of that. 

this whole fucking section gave me the chills AGAIN. also the subtle implications that she is a burden to everyone else?? that everyone else would deny her help??

Tywin wanted to do it, but I insisted.

this is a threat this is a threat this is a threat this is a threat. the way i literally had to stop reading for a second because my brain immediately went “oh yeah Alon is not safe and they will for sure kill him”

You wouldn't just abandon him. I don't think you're capable of such cruelty.

the way Tymon is talking about Alon here, but is actually talking about himself. GOD PERSE I LITERALLY CANNOT FATHOM THE DEPTHS OF YOUR CREATIVE MIND AND YOUR TALENT SJSGAJGSJSGSSH

It's safe to say I don't take your presence for granted anymore. I feel almost empty without my dearest friend beside me. Hollow, even. It feels as if part of me is missing. 

the way that this is so fucking CREEPY. the implied ownership of Elayna?? that she is nothing but a part of him??

If not for my sake, at least for theirs.

THIS IS A THREAT



i was gonna try to write a wrap up but i’m too shook by your fucking writing to even gather my thoughts. i’ve definitely said this to you before but i’m gonna say it again— your ability to create the perfect sentences with double and triple meanings that just DRIP with emotion will forever impress me. this letter is wonderfully terrible and i LOVE how much i get to hate Tymon in the open now

your writing is a gift to us all Perse— as always. thank you for sharing💕

My Dear Elayna

Summary: In which Tymon Lannister writes a series of letters to his beloved his Joanna his dear friend Elayna Reyne

Western AU/GoT crossover

Author’s note: Okay so I’ve had a Western AU in my head with @writingbylee. They put the idea in my head Tymon writes Elayna creepy letters, and I have not been able to stop thinking about that. I keep on talking about how awful Tymon is. Here’s your evidence of just what he’s like.

Warnings: Okay so like. No specific tws for the letter but understand. This letter is creepy and manipulative. I guess cw for stalking and gaslighting?

My dear Elayna,

I hope this letter finds you well.

I know you’re probably surprised to hear from me. You might have even thought I forgotten about you. Rest assured, I didn’t. I could never forget you. I have too many fond memories of our shared youth and adolescence to do so. 

Do you remember that time we went down to the river to play? How I refused to get in the water, despite your reassurance it wasn’t that deep? And then you tricked me. You helped Jamie push me in. It was very clever of you, having Jamie distract me so you could sneak up and pull me in while Jamie pushed. 

I still remember your laugh when your plan worked. You sounded so happy. I don’t think I’ve ever heard such a genuine laugh since.

Keep reading

[eulchu]

BIG AGREE

Queer baiting is not a thing unless there is monetary gain being made and a product is being marketed with the promise of queer representation where there actually is none (ex. Old school brobly (gross), Disney movies promising gay characters, basically the entire CW network, Rainbow capitalism, etc.)

Dream and George (to my knowledge) have never tried to actually make money off of the ship. They've made jokes. They flirt. They hint. They're HUMAN. They're allowed to. It is nobody's business what they do and how they interact. Whether or not a relationship is real/could be real doesn't fucking matter. Humans can interact how humans want and goddammit a healthy, loving, affectionate friendship between two men should be allowed to exist anyway.

And if they do end up together- FUCKING FANTASTIC. It's still no one's business.

There is simply so much gatekeeping on identity it's crazy. That's a whole other thing, but still true.

holy shit i was reading about this topic tonight and do you know the amount of celebrities who have been forced to come out because the other option was getting canceled for "trying to profit off their queer fans"?? it's disgusting.

on the dream and george topic i think it's laughable how the people outside of the fandom have this distorted image of what dream and george actually are. if you knew even a little bit of background you'd know that it's all a fun back and forth dynamic between them and their fans (i'm sure there's people out there who take it seriously, but for the most part? we're all just having fun). and it's SO sad to see those people completely drag their beautiful friendship through the mud almost to the point of devaluating it. just because they're pressed that two guys are clingy and flirt? hello who doesn't flirt with their friends. i tell my friends i'd fuck them all the time.

yes their flirty nature attracts some of their audience. but no, people don't tune in because they expect dream to crash george's bedroom, take his shirt off and slobber all over george's face. also, no, they're not flirty to do us all a favor. they're flirty because they're annoying. (in all seriousness, it's just the way they are with each other because yes, a lot of friendships ARE like that.)

and like you said even if something DOES happen literally no one (no one!!!!!) is entitled to comment on anything regarding their relationship. their feelings are theirs only and only for them to figure out. the second one of them says 'hey im not comfortable with this anymore' we're all fucking out of here. because WE do understand that adults have stuff to figure out sometimes and we respect that.

antis just so desperate to find something strong enough to cancel them for good man :/