#giggles i havent drawn them in a while

[mogusalt]

this was canon trust

[stuck-in-the-ghost-zone]

every time someone reblogged the worm post and tells me its in character i go like

[the-halls-of-hatchetfield-high]

(ahhh my favorite hatchetfield rp blog!! Yes sorry havent been here in a while)

Stay silent for 5 minutes challenge first one to talk needs to have their face drawn on

Winner gets my wallet for an hour muahahhaaha

-🌌

*Steph and Max smirk, Richie and Ruth stifle a giggle, Pete smiles softly, and Grace, well-*

Grace: Stay SILENT?

*Steph and Ruth lock eyes, a mischievous silent communication passing between them*

Steph: Who cares about the money, I am going to enjoy this...

*She steps closer to Grace, opening her hand to Ruth who silently hands her a liquid eyeliner.*

*Grace's eyes widen and she lifts her hands in surrender*

Grace: Lauter? What are you- Hey, back off with that!

*As Steph and Ruth chase Grace around the room, Richie and Pete hold back giggles, but Richie eventually breaks, his joyful, goofy laugh filling the room*

Richie: *between hysterical giggles* d-damn it, th-that's too f-funny...

Ruth: *from the adjoining room* Hey, give me that! My turn! *evil laughter*

*This leaves Max and Pete in the contest for the wallet. Or it would have, if Grace hadn't re-entered the room, her face decorated lovingly so that it appeared that she had a thick unibrow, a moustache, and the words "My boyfriend is Jesus Christ" written on her forehead in thick eyeliner*

*Max, Pete, and Richie share shocked glances before the room erupts in laughter. He can't help it, before he can stop himself, Max's amused voice booms throughout the room*

Max: Holy SHIT, that's the best thing I've ever- *Max takes out his phone, snapping a photo of Grace's current appearance*

Grace: *Gasps* BLASPHEMY! Jägerman you take that back this instant!

*This sends the room into another fit of laughter, Richie, Ruth, and Pete clutching their stomachs as Grace hopelessly tries to take Max's phone off him, meanwhile Steph leans against the doorway, her arms crossed and a proud smirk on her face*

// asdaajsbfkajgba your fave blog?? my HEART <3333 //

[spiderman-iamspiderman]

rdr2 oc giggles and flies away

i havent drawn in like.. .. . 3 or more months.. . i hope this is good.. .

lore below the cut

Mentions of racism n stuff like that, hes persian in 1887 - 1899 america

He first arrived at America with his mother, Alizeh Abbas, when he was 12. They were homeless for awhile, before his mother was taken away for stealing food so she could feed herself and him because no one was allowing a non-white woman to work for them.

They had to flee Persia due to the goverment talking about a war that was supposed to take place in all towns around them. His father, Iraj Abbas, was drafted and forced into training for the war. He died when he had stepped on a pre-maturely placed landmine in a field where the war was supposed to take place. Taken out by his own men.

The war had never happened, fortunately. But Unfortunately, Caspian's mother had been beaten to death after being brought to a prison for stealing, so he couldn't return to Persia on his own. Caspian doesn't know this.

Caspian lived on the street for another 2 years. During this time, he was attacked by a dog which caused the two scars on his jawline. And a racoon which had clawed his hand open, luckily, he didn't contract rabies. And grew a harsh bruising around his neck, when he was meant to be hanged for stealing -- though it soon healed and faded. The hanging was cut into by a white woman who said she'd "teach the boy some manners" by making him work on her ranch. Somehow, this worked.

Then, he was taken by the woman so he could work on her ranch. He worked there for year, being paid unequally and being repromanded and discriminated by the middle-aged, white ranch hands. He left when these became physical and he had gained that gash under his eye after someone booted him in the face with a steel-toed boot.

He took a dark-brown Turkoman whom he named Shirin, then left with the supplies and belongings he had taken in the night. No one really noticed, nor really cared. Infact, he began a running joke in the ranch.

He lived in the wild for a while, camping on a cliff that hung over a small forest which was close to the road that passed by, a field which herds of bison would pass by on -- or sometimes cut through the small forest below him as a shortcut, Caspian always enjoyed watching them pass by -- and a small lake down the hill behind him where he'd fish or hunt for drinking/swimming animals.

One day, that forest below him caught fire. It was going to spread up to the sides of the hill, close to his campsite, so he was in a rush to begin packing all of his stuff onto Shirin and taking off. Then he heard a small, pained bellow below him. He peeked over and saw a baby bison yelling next to it's deceased mother who had came to her burn wounds and left behind by the herd.

Caspian saw some of himself in that baby bison, so he went down with Shirin to run into the flames to escape with the babe. He had left Shirin abit away from the fire, incase she got hurt going in with him. He grabbed a rope and some food before covering his face with his scarf and running into the flames. He came out with a scared, panicked bison whom he quickly calmed down and left with.

He guided the bison to another field where other bison herds would pass by, he decided he was going to wait until another herd passed by to graze to see if they would accept this new babe. He named the baby Bijan, just so he wouldn't have to keep calling it 'baby' or 'bison'. He set up camp on the very edge of the field, letting Shirin and the baby Bijan roam throughout the field to graze and explore.

Soon, a herd came through to graze then continue. Bijan ran right up to them as they all began to sniff and explore the new babe. Everything was going well, until Bijan spun around and ran all the way back to Caspian. Who had unintentionally became Bijan's new mother.

Caspian was done as he had to wait for the herd to continue travelling across to see if Bijan would follow. And he didn't. So now Caspian was stuck with a baby bison, which he had no idea on how to take care of. This also gave him weird looks the next time he went into a nearby town for food and horse supplies -- maybe this would work on Bijan -- and had a small, growing bison run in behind him and sniff around everyone who was still enoughnto let it happen.

Due to Bijan not letting up on his 'mother', even if he had now grown up alot, a Pinkerton had noticed Caspian and saw a weapon within the bison. So he took Caspian aside to an abandoned warehouse turned agency lounge and offered a job.

The man in charge offered Caspian money if he were to train Bijan to become a weapon. And Caspian just couldn't do it. But he also didn't want to risk his and Bijan's life if he said no, and also leave Shirin with these dickheads. So he changed the deal, he would work for the Pinkertons if someone else would train Bijan. And they agreed on a short, firm handshake.

So now Caspian spent four years as a Pinkerton, chasing outlaws down or being bait to lure rather cruel outlaws to come and attempt to kidnap him. Four years of dealing with racist remarks as Bijan was turned into a weapon in a nearby barn.

During this time, when there were no outlaws to chase or be kidnapped by, he bought himself a tar. A Persian tar. He knew it was made in Persia, by a Persian, delievered by Persia. He had no conformation, but he knew it.

He wanted to teach himself how to sing and play, he remembers his dad trying to teach him but he just couldn't. It was too difficult for him. So as a side job, he'd perform and sing for some money. More money than any ranch or any Pinkerton could ever pay him. Apparently, bypassers liked a difference in music from time to time.

He then decided that this performing job was way better than constantly putting his life in danger for some poor, weasly money. So he quit. And of course it wasn't taken well, he was immediately ran out by being shot at by a multitude of different Pinkertons.

He had left Bijan behind, taken Shirin in the rush away from the warehouse. So he stuck close to break Bijan out of the stables he was being trained in. That bison didn't deserve to become a weapon, he wasn't young anymore, but he still had along life to grow. He was around 6, and still had around 15 years of life left. He just couldn't spend that time becoming a weapon for the knobheads known as the Pinkertons.

So, one night, the perfect night, he went back. Snuck past the guards and silently killing the stable hand. He never knew he had it in him. But once Bijan noticed him, and began to bellow and grunt for his father, he knew he had to get out of there with the bison as fast as possible. He could hear the nearby guards walking over in confusion on why the bison was being so god damn loud. He could hear as they began to slide open the barn door, which Caspian had closed to buy him some time to get the bison out to where he had left Shirin, near a closeby river to the right of the town.

He hopped on Bijan, which he had never done before, and ran off ontop of him. He bust through the now open stable door, immediately being shot at. One of the bullets had shot him in the shoulder, but in retaliation he pulled off his caliber rifle from his shoulder, turned around and shot two of the Pinkertons dead. This, would cost Caspian a wanted poster for murder and mount thievery on a poster board outside the town's sheriff office.

He rode and rode to where Shirin was, then to a different closeby town where he was allowed into a doctor's office. The doctor was black and during the time he was digging the bullet out of Caspian's shoulder, told the story of his own discrimination for simply being a black doctor. Once Caspian had been dealt with, he paid the doctor more than he should've. He knew the doctor needed it just like Caspian had needed all those days ago.

He left knowing others were living in the same life as he was, just with different shoes.

Caspian knew he was no longer safe in the east, so he ran west. Soon finding himself in New Hanover. He thrived abit in Valentine, the people there -- like the town people in the east -- enjoyed a difference in music from time to time, so he was paid handsomely for having a good few Persian songs up his sleeve, which he knows by heart in the sound of his older sister's and mother's voices, and a pet- son bison.

He then moved down the Lemoyne, setting up camp on the small islands under Saint Denis and right near to Caliga Hall. He went round Saint Denis and Rhodes, earning money by singing songs with a bison by his side -- and a mostly ignored by the people Turkoman, poor Shirin she thankfully gains lots of love by her father, Caspian.

He learnt of other outlaw gangs, like the Van Der Linde gang and the O'Driscolls. He's acouple sights of them, whether it be witnessing Arthur Morgan being robbed by abunch of Saint Denis kids or O'Driscolls guarding roads and bridges up near Valentine. But that's about it. Never anything more.

He's happy with this life, even if he had unintentionally became an outlaw.

He gained a small burn scar on his jawline when he had gotten kidnapped and had a torch held up to his face by scalp hunters. And he had gotten his throat slit by those same hunters, not enough to kill him but enough to temporarily damage his vocal chords ( think Allison from umbrella academy )

He escaped the scalp hunters barely conscious, killing one or two of them before running to the Saint Denis before his crimes where given to the lawmen. He was helped and sent back.

He deemed the small island he was staying dangerous but still hidden enough, but he went with his gut. It told him he wasn't only putting himself in danger, but also Bijan and Shirin. So he ran away and took camp on the shore, way under Braithwaite Manor.

This has been his home for awhile, he normally travels all the way past the manor to Rhodes. He thinks Saint Denis is too dangerous for him to return to for now. His bounty has been increased and he's had alot more run ins with the Van Der Lindes and O'Driscolls now, some being more interactive than others.

i love him and bijan and shirin and their little different species, found family dynamic

giggles and flies back

[camzverse]

fnaf spider-man au....................

-what are ness and greg's spider names?

-what do u want their suits to look like?

-does freddy + ellis tony and cassie know? do they help keep gregory and vanessa's secret?

-are the animatronics villains in this au??

-do you know how crazy this au is making me? /j

GIGGLES. FNAF SPIDER-MAN AU.....

-ok sooo. i havent decided what i want vanessas spider name to be yet but ive been calling her spider-van in my head lolzz. i literally cant pick what i want it to actually b tho.. i have no idea </2 (i would gladly accept any suggestions though Blinks rapidly.) andddd gregs is "spidey" ! (storytime. so its bc like. the press had just been calling him "spider-kid" and he thought that name SUCKED ((plus he thinks it makes him sound like hes some child and hes 15 in this au)) so he came up with it on the spot so that theyd start calling him anything but that and the name just stuck ^_^)

-i drew a little basic design 4 nessas suit actually!!

SO SOMETHING LIKE THIS !!! ill probably change it somewhat bc im not that happy with the colors n stuff but likee. :333 . its kinda based off the vanny costume (and ghost spider) ! also i realized . vanny has that same eye shape and bald ass head every spider-man has its really funny to me

anddd i havent drawn gregs suit yet but i was thinking it would look like the standard spider-man suit but the blue and red switched !!! and lighter shades!! so like a lighter mostly blue suit with red parts. ykwim ??

-cassie is the only one who knows ^_^ she was actually there when greg got bit and also when his powers kicked in. They were freaking the fuck out together<2 . at first she only knew ab greg but then she accidentally ended up finding out vanessas identity too lolz. anyway cassie keeps their secret LIKE NOBODYS BUSINESS. shes covering for greg so well she deserves a medal. ellis and tony have noo idea theyre cluelesssssss. they def find out eventually but thry have no clue for a long time lmao. also tony would totally be obsessrd with trying to figure out the spider duos secret identities. hed have a blog about it i feel it in my soul. Alsooo frankly im not even sure how ill fit freddy into this au. I REALLY WANT TO but i havent thought of anything. hm maybe fred has kind of like a reformed villain thing going on and ends up teaming up w spider duo to help them out. hmmm i actually like that concept.. if i do smth like that with him he'll most likely know their identities then

-ya the animatronics are villains!!! ill probably fuse some of them with the classic spider-man villains so like theyd be similar to those villains while still mainly being the animatronics if that makes senseeee

-vanny do u know how crazy this au is making ME. we will simply be crazy together

[jaysavex]

My brain is a scrambled EGG good job no thoughts only egg,, egg in german is ei,,,,, ich bin ei,,, yipeeeeE

Hellooo it's me(🍒) I just want you to know that I opnined my tumbie today and reading your tags made me smile so much that I accidentally tossed my phone and couldn't find it for a good while (it was beHIND NY PILLOW WHAT THE FUCK I'm still mad about that BUT anyway

I've bee, n following you for a while now andhave been wanting to let you know YOUR.R ART IS SO LOVEY AND ASLO VERY AEETHETIC AND ADORABLE AND ABSOLUTE EYECANDY, BY THE WAY, AND I LOVE. HOW YOU DRAW THEM THEYRE SO CUTE AND SOMFT AND?? yoU DRAW ON YOUR PHONE WHAY THE FUCK IOUR ART IS GORGIS I COULD NEVER oUGH and this seemed like a good time to finallyet you know (I have wanted to scream at u for a rlly long time like. RLLY long I am just stupidly shy)

Any way get got you absolutely stunning jestie bestie moot🫀🫀❤️‍🔥this was a lot but I am not (just like a little bit kind of you know ) sorry

U ARE LITERALLY THE CUTEST THINF WVER HELLO HI OH MY GOD I'M PUTTING U IN MY POCKET AND UR NEVER LEAVING OH MY GODHSBFHKS BRO,,, I had?? No idea we were mutuals????? I'm such a dumbass who doesn't know how Tumblr works hellO???????????????? In absolute SHAMBLES rn this has made my week?? My month???? Year?? Hmbfjskh I adore u you're mine now I'm putting u in a tupperware container and feeding u grass like a little lizard I found on the porch

I LOVE UR ART SM TOO!!!! IT'S SO!!!!! !!! !!!!!!!!!!!!! ! HEMFNJSK!!!!!!!!! literally I wanna stuff it in my mouth like a squirrel n hoard it for the winter AA it's so pretty and sketchy and scrumptious and stylized and cool and perfect and ur expressions make me feel so many things like seriously they're so ridiculously funny how do u do it!!!! how come u haven't yelled at me sooner holy fuck scream at me all u want!! It's not a lot dwbi!!!!!!!! I'm kind of a lot too actually sorry for writing sm!!!!!!!! I'm gonna yell at u somuch more now I hope u know that, brace yourself >:(💖💖 this was a delight to read thank u thank u thanku, never be shy again you're more than welcome here I'll buy u pudding cups and give y fresh water 💖💖✨💖✨✨💖💖✨✨✨💖✨💖💖

[beebonkbiki]

hello!! i just read your i7 fics (well reread entomophobia) and. aaaaaaaaaaaaaa i’m sooo normal about them (lying)

ok in order ig. uhm. i had to put down my phone like ten times reading farsighted it was so cute and ough. oblivious gaku is so silly i love trigger i love your writing im going insane. kicking my feet and giggling every time gaku said something dumb and sweet and dense. love me love me is so kddgkshdkshdlahf revale <3 momo and yuki somehow pining simultaneously and i am such a sucker for yuki thinking he and momo are a thing and momo just. refusing to realise and they make me so giddy (also revale breaking into yamato’s room???? that’s such a normal activity for them i can’t even be surprised that’s like the normalest revale tuesday). and the sitting outside momo’s apartment and yuki calling back to when momo would come to his apartment every day and falling asleep together and whfkegkahfoah they are so!!!!!! you write them so!!!!!!!!!

also entomophobia entomophobia entomophobia entomophobia i am sooo normal over entomophobia (lying). i love love love the way you you describe that skin-crawley feeling and how tamaki just. assumes that it’s all normal because no-one else says anything about it so therefore it’s probably just a normal thing that everyone knows not to talk about and galfgslsgrk that thing!!!!! that impending sense of doom thingy!!!!!!!! i get that!!!!!!!!!!! and you describe it so well!!!!!!!!!!!! like yes i know realistically that there’s absolutely nothing to indicate that something horrible is happening to a loved one right now and yes i know that i would realise because that stuff doesn’t tend to be quiet when it happens but also i can’t just go out and check because then id have to face the fact that it happened even though i logically know that it hasn’t so now i’m physically incapable of doing anything other than being paralysingly worried about it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! he just like me fr!! and how you manage to tie everything together like with his mom and the girl (idk if she has a name in canon) who pulls him aside when hes late for work and sougo passing out and. on that note i love found family mezzo thank you for the meal amen hallelujah bon appetit and the way you write sougo perfectly as that awkward well-meaning guy while still keeping that slight distance they’d have in canon at the point and ough ok i’m so normal i’m so normal over this trust me (still lying)

ok anyways i hope you have a good day and i wish you health and inspiration!!!! bye bye!!!!!

aauushf thank you so much!! ik i havent drawn or written much for i7 so it may not seem like it but i absolutely love that show so im seriously glad that my fics can be enjoyed like this :")) thank you again!! i hope your day is good as well

[transgaysex]

progress..

[sillyguyhotline]

17. “How is any of this ok?” with Joe and Sara maybe?

dude im gonna be completely honest i havent written anything in like a month so i think the quality isnt gonna be great but here goes nothing

God, Sara missed the feeling of home.

Every semblance of familiarity and comfort she’d once found in the town she’d grown up in, the house she’d spent her childhood running through, now felt chillingly foreign.

Perhaps it was the heavy burden of knowledge weighing fresh upon her shoulders: ASUNARO’s corruption seemed now to peer slyly around every corner, no matter where she went. She still didn’t know how much of the town had rotted away under its grasp, how much of the town its poison had pervaded… but she was probably better off not knowing.

Whatever was left of Midori, that miserable mix of pulsing blood and electronic emotion, had been ground to bits inside that coffin… but Sara couldn’t ignore the creeping fear that his burning, ever-present gaze would appear out of nowhere and terrorize her again.

But he wouldn’t. The death game was over, and they’d promised they would never hurt her or any of her loved ones again.

Most of the loved ones she still encountered day-to-day, gruesomely blood splattered and sitting like corpses propped up hastily in a corner, would be safe no matter if ASUNARO was fresh on her tail or a thousand miles away. What a cruel price to pay for safety, to never be hurt again.

They still lived on if Sara closed her eyes tight enough, if she listened to the twisting words of the hallucinations and let them convince her she was monstrous. But the second she dared to open her eyes, she knew they’d be dead again. Life worked in terrible ways, and that was all there was to it.

Joe’s house had always been a second home to her, ever since the two of them became friends. Joe was the farthest cry from Sara in terms of social interactions- it had taken at least 3 months for Sara to trust Joe enough to invite him over, but Joe had insisted she hang out at his house the very same day they became friendly enough to exchange more than a sentence with each other.

There was a certain sort of comfort to the warmth of his house, the constant scent of cooking food pervading the air and the little trinkets scattered in every corner. No surface of his house went without decoration, in its silly little way. It was full of pictures, too, some carefully framed and some dangling from the wall by pushpins, but Sara got the sense that none of the photos went unloved. Most of them were occupied by an orange-haired man, often carrying a younger Joe (back when he was still sporting that atrocious crew cut). Sara always assumed it was his dad, but thought it would be impolite to ask… particularly when the weeks stretched on and Sara had yet to meet that mysterious orange-haired man.

Eventually, pictures of Sara began to join the collage on the wall- pictures taken as she butchered yet another pop song during karaoke, or when they went out to get food, or when she mistakenly sat down on a traffic cone during gym (after many protests from Sara, he took that one down). As silly as the pictures were, and as obvious as it was that Joe had waited for the most embarrassing moments to take them, it was sort of sweet in a way.

Joe’s mother was always kind to her, though there was a constant weariness in her eyes that Sara always felt a bit uneasy about questioning. Sometimes she’d let the two of them cook things in the kitchen, but more often than not they’d go up to Joe’s room and screw around in there, with video games or music or the 50 times Joe tried to persuade Sara to climb out the window and sit on the roof with him before she finally agreed.

As rare as it was for Sara to agree to sit on the roof, it was even rarer for Joe to agree to study with her, much to Sara’s chagrin. Joe had always walked a fine line between passing and failing, but Sara had to admit he walked it well. When she did manage to convince him to study, though (usually the day before final exams), they’d sit on the cushy couch in his living room and somehow manage to bother each other as much as possible while feigning concentration.

The couch hadn’t changed after several years- Sara could tell that much the minute she sat down on it and avoided the urge to break eye contact with Joe’s mother. It was still well-worn, a couch that likely should have been replaced at least a decade ago but had never really been disposed of. Loose threads were protruding from the cover, drawn out from years of visitors fidgeting with them.

Sara shifted uncomfortably in her seat, the slight motion making her sink deeper into the couch’s soft cushioning. She’d only spent one minute in the house and was already sweating, whether from the heat of the home or the thousand-yard stare of the woman sitting across from her.

Ryoko was there, too, sitting to Sara’s left and gazing listlessly at the well-trodden carpet beneath her feet. …Ryoko.

Sara cast a hesitant glance around the room, duly noting the photos covering the walls. Not a single one of hers had been taken down, but several more photos had appeared with Joe’s beaming face featuring prominently in them. Joe’s presence was always enough to fill a room even when he wasn’t speaking; it took a lot to fill in the gaps left by his absence.

God, she missed him.

The wind whistled against the window-screen; Sara had memorized the familiar creak of the wooden window frame being lifted up to welcome in the mild autumn air. Sara had always thought of autumn as a beginning- she loved summer as much as any other kid, but as the haze of the weather began to wind down she was quick to grow impatient and look forward to the school year, to being productive again. Joe had always disagreed with her.

“Fall is the literal death of fun,” he’d complained once, walking home with Sara after finishing the first week of school. “Couldn’t they have pushed back the first day of school by, like, another week? You think if we got enough people to sign a petition, they’d give us an extra week of summer?”

“Oh, come on, we both know even if you had an extra week of summer you’d just be complaining a week later,” Sara had teased back.

The death of fun. It certainly felt like that, Sara decided. She’d never feared the looming darkness of fall and winter quite so much before. But now, she supposed, there was no sunshine who’d weather it with her.

“Well… Sara?” Joe’s mother spoke up, voice hoarse with the sound of repressed tears in her throat. Sara recognized the sound all too well.

There was no resentment in the woman’s eyes when Sara made eye contact with her. No anger, no frustration, nor had there been any in her measured motions when she welcomed Sara into the home. It didn’t take any words for Sara to tell that there was no blame to be foisted upon her.

She was still Joe’s best friend.

“I’m sorry to have dragged you out here on such short notice.” The woman’s voice was weak. “I don’t know all the details of what happened, of course. Haven’t heard anything, aside from the little tidbits the police told me when I dropped by the station.”

Sara’s shoulders stiffened at the mention of the police, at the idea of them pleasantly answering her questions as though they weren’t just as complicit in that tragedy as ASUNARO had been.

“And…” the woman glanced down at her hands, toughened from a lifetime of working. “I know something terrible happened to you. The circles under your eyes are darker than midnight, I know it’s so selfish of me to be dragging you out here, but… I haven’t slept a wink for weeks. Been so worried about Joe, and about you too.”

She nodded in the direction of the black-haired girl who hadn’t spoken a word the entire time. “Ryoko’s been worried about the both of you, too. Your parents weren’t answering the door, so she went to me. I hope you’ll forgive the two of us for disturbing you, Sara, but… you have the answers the police won’t give us, don’t you?”

God, her gaze was piercing.

“...Yeah. Yeah, I do.”

It was taking everything in Sara’s power not to look at the vacant seat to her right. If Joe was there, he would have been laughing and lightening the mood, completing the circle that had been left so jarringly empty.

But they wouldn’t have been having this conversation if Joe was there.

Ms. Tazuna nodded slowly. “This means the world to me, Sara. Don’t forget that.”

Sara did her best to muster a smile. “Don’t worry. I won’t.”

The woman gave another nod, eyes defocusing as though even now, she wasn’t quite sure why she was there. “Alright. Alright. Well, then…” She cleared her throat uncomfortably. “Guess I should get right to the point, yeah? Is he… is… how is he…?”

So she still hadn’t quite let go of that little thread of hope, even after seeing Sara return home safe and alive with no best friend in tow. Who was Sara to judge? When hope was the only thing to cling to, it only made sense to cling to it like a lifeline.

Sara twisted her hands, the same old nervous habit she’d had for years, and wondered briefly if she’d picked it up from Ms. Tazuna. How terrible it was, to carry the news that nobody, much less any mother, ever wanted to hear.

“I… I’m sorry, Ms. Tazuna. He didn’t make it out alive.”

Sara hadn’t expected the hush that immediately fell over the room. She’d expected immediate tears, the grieving cry of a mother in pain. Instead, the room became muffled, still as a painting captured in time.

Slowly, Ryoko looked up from her bitten-down fingers, eyes rimmed red already. Ryoko had always been an emotional person, the only person Sara knew who could fluctuate from full-on sobs to cheerful giggles in less than a minute. Sara was so unused to the look that was now filling her eyes- cold, solid misery. As though there were no tears in her eyes left to cry, no more tragedies to bemoan. Just a deep and horrified comprehension of just how many things in her life had gone wrong.

And, slowly, Ms. Tazuna began to cry.

Tears had become so uncomfortable for Sara to bear witness to. Was it selfish of her to look away? It couldn’t be, not when every raw sob reminded her of the art student seeing her first (and certainly not last) death, of the broken sibling openly weeping over apologies gone unspoken, of the unknowing siblings screaming their throats out with pleas for death so the other could survive.

Especially not now. Not when every tear rang in her mind as a reminder of cold tubes piercing her best friend’s chest, of his corpse slumping and falling in a pool of blood, because oh god he wasn’t supposed to have lost so much blood, how was he supposed to live without it, of the clickclickclickclickclicking rising in volume while her attempts to save him grew feebler and feebler.

Her hands were bloodstained, no matter how many times she tried to scrub them clean. Those dreadful hands of hers had failed her, failed Joe, failed the women sobbing openly in front of her.

She swallowed back the apologies that always rose in her throat as Ms. Tazuna rushed to sniffle back her tears.

“I… god, I… he’s really gone?”

Sara couldn’t bear to look her in the eyes. “I’m so sorry.”

“Please… please tell me it was a peaceful death. He didn’t… suffer too much, did he?”

The resounding wave of clicks flooded her mind. “It was as peaceful as I could make it. I… he smiled at me, right before he died. I’d… very much like to think that means he was happy when he died.”

“What happened?” Ryoko’s voice came out rough, the first of it Sara had heard in weeks. “Joe told me, after our date, that he was going to walk you home, and then neither of you showed up at school the next day. And now… it’s been three weeks? And Joe… Joe’s dead? What the hell happened, Sara?”

“God,” Sara mumbled, mesmerizing herself with the twisting motions of her own hands. “I’m not sure if you’d even believe me if I told you. I don’t even know if I believe what happened myself.”

“I’d believe anything.” The sentence was firm. “I just want to know what happened.”

Sara nodded wearily. The familiar weight of her bright orange ponytail was notably missing- the day after she’d escaped, she’d demanded the hairdresser cut her hair short and crisp. She shuddered every time she thought about the ponytail brushing against her neck as she spent each argument screaming and protesting for her life. Even worse was the memory of how carefully Joe had styled her hair, forsaking his usual clumsiness to braid every strand with a remarkable tenderness. She didn’t want to remember any of it- even though, as the locks went cascading to the floor, she was reminded starkly of Keiji’s bleach-stained trauma response.

“For some reason, something to do with the mafia, we were kidnapped. And pulled into a death game. There were twenty of us, including me and Joe. I- I’m not going to get into all the specifics. It’s going to make me sick to my stomach if I do. But… they made us play this sadistic fucking game to narrow down the competition. Based on cards. Joe drew a bad card, and… they executed him.” Something in Sara’s throat tightened as she finished speaking, and she fell silent.

“Just like that?” His mother’s voice came out as a hoarse whisper. “How… how’d they kill him?”

“I’d rather not say.” There came the gushing sound of blood pulsing through the tubes. “He didn’t suffer too long” - she hoped - “but it was a gruesome way to die. I don’t want to think about it, please understand.”

It took a moment for his mother to register the words and nod, face still painted with horror.

“Why… how did the two of you even end up there in the first place?” Ryoko spoke up again. “You said something about the mafia? How the hell are you two connected with the mafia?”

“I don’t know how I am,” Sara responded immediately. “It must be something with my family. I couldn’t control any of this, I swear, but… Joe wasn’t meant to end up there at all.”

Ryoko paused. “He… he wasn’t meant to end up there?”

Sara swallowed back the lump in her throat. “The game… it was something that was being prepared for ages. There weren’t just a few ragtag kidnappers behind it, there was an entire organization. Even the police were involved. They ran AI tests, hundreds if not thousands of them, trying to calculate who’d be the most likely to win. And… when all the numbers came back, the person most likely to win… was me.”

She spread her arms wide, baring her sins and her cruelties to the world, and in that moment felt distinctly like the angel of death Keiji had branded her to be.

“They needed something to drag me down, I guess. Make the odds more balanced. So they dragged Joe into this fucking mess. I guess they thought that him being there would keep me steady enough to make everything fair.” A cold hand, dripping with tendrils of phantom blood, caressed her chin with a lethal grip. “...They were right.”

Ryoko’s gaze had gone cold again. “So Joe died just because you cared about him? What the fuck kind of death sentence is that?”

Sara shook her head numbly.

“Why did it have to be him?” The heartbreak in Ryoko’s voice was clearer than day. “So many people love you, Sara, why did it have to be him? Hell, I’m your best friend too, aren’t I? Why couldn’t it have been me? I’m a much worse person than Joe ever was, I deserved to be in his place way more. Couldn’t they have killed me instead?”

Sara winced at the growing desperation in her best friend’s voice, the raw crack she knew all too well. It should have been me, it should have been me, it should have been me. Sara could have almost fooled herself into seeing a crisp aquamarine when Ryoko’s hair flashed into the light.

“Ryoko… it could have been.”

The girl fell silent.

“They had files on you too. They knew how close we were, they knew how much you meant to me… but Joe was in the wrong place at the wrong time. And they fucking killed him for it.”

Oh, how she wished she could go back to that balmy early-autumn night, see the smile on Joe’s face and listen to his lighthearted laughter again. The desire to keep one’s friend safe had become a crime deserving of a death sentence.

Ryoko’s eyes remained locked to Sara’s, devoid of any dullness. In the look they exchanged was a deep, sinking understanding, one that had nauseated Sara to the core the first time the realization struck her.

It was by no crafty strategy that Joe had died instead of Ryoko, no favoritism biased against the kindest person either of them would ever know. It was a simple, terrible twist of fate. Ryoko could have taken his place had she done something as inconsequential as offering to walk Sara home instead.

But she hadn’t.

It took everything in Sara’s power to avoid wondering what would’ve changed if she had.

“How is any of this okay?” Ryoko broke the silence weakly. “They killed him- they could have killed me, too. He was seventeen. Seventeen. How did anybody let this happen? How did this happen, Sara?”

“I- I don’t know.” Ryoko’s wrath was simmering; even though Sara knew truly that she wasn’t the subject of the anger, she still felt scalded. “I miss him so much, Ryoko. I watched him die, and nothing in my power let me save him. I miss him, Ryoko, I miss him every waking minute of every day. We were supposed to escape together and get out safe and pretend this never happened, but…” the tears were beginning to well up again. She couldn’t bear the thought of breaking down in front of anyone, especially not over him.

“I’m going to go make some coffee,” his mother interrupted suddenly. She’d been noticeably quiet, but the still-fresh streaks of tears painted down her cheeks told the story she didn’t need to vocalize. “Some coffee, and some snacks. And we’ll keep talking from there, alright? Do you guys have your phones?”

The two girls nodded uneasily.

“Please… find any pictures you have of him. I want to make this wall as bright as possible.”

Without any other words, she hurried out of the room, and it fell to silence once more. Outside the window, the cool autumn breeze began to stir the leaves in the air, gusting forward to brush against Sara’s cheek just as the hallucination had done mere minutes ago.

And the Tazuna household began to feel more like home again.

[mull3ts]

Quarintine Boyz, Part One

Pairing | NCT's 00 line x Reader

⚠ Warnings! | Smut, Orgy (5some, but that comes in part 2), Swearing, is this qualified crack?, Just a bunch of flirting too, Fingering, Dirty Talk, *not proofread, Requested!

↳ Word Count: 3.1k

· Part 2

Week 1:Day 1/14, 8:43 am

"You need to stop eating my coffee, Donghyuck"

He gasped

"Um? Eating? Really? You're a bit stupid, Jaemin." Donghyuck fought back

"Think again," Jaemin hissed "I'm not the one stupid enough to drink coffee that's not theirs!"

Jeno glared at them

"Will you guys just-"

"Butt out of it, sexy guy" They both yelled

"That one's new" Jeno mumbled

"Will you bitch asses shut up, there's a pandemic for crying out loud!" Renjun yelled from the couch

"I have litterally never heard that word once in my life" You said streching as you just woke up

"Y/N" Donghyuck and Jaemin said both storming towards you

"Tell him he shouldn't drink my coffee" Jaemin said

"Nu-uh tell this hoe to back off because if it's on the counter, it's free real estate" Donghyuck said

"That's really not my problem, what's a pandemic?" You asked

"Apparently it's when we can't go outside anymore and quarantine for 2 weeks." Renjun sighed

"How am I supposed to work out!" Jeno shrieked

"How am I supposed to get laid!" Jaemin said dropping his bag of coffee grounds

"How am I supposed to leave and see Mark!"

"How am I supposed to care about that, Hyuck" You mumbled

"How am I supposed to live with all of you!" Renjun screamed grabbing his hair

"First of all," You began, "Jeno, you can do home workouts"

"But my weights..." Jeno whispered

"Jaemin, just jackoff for god's sake!"

"It's not the same...Can I use you?" Jaemin said, being absolutely serious

"That sounds horrible, no. Donghyuck, just call Mark or something!"

"But I wanna kiss him!" Donghyuck cried

"Kiss your phone! Renjun...let's go jump off of a bridge" You sighed

"Let's go!" Renjun said grabbing his car keys "We'll miss you all...not really but still!"

Jeno blocked the door

"Nope. You two aren't going anywhere" He said crossing his arms

"Yeah, we wouldn't want you two catching Corona" Jaemin pouted

You both sighed "Fine"

"So, what's for breakfast?"

"So, what's your social security number?"

"What?"

"What?"

Day 2/14, 6:23 am

"Oh, hi Jaemin"

You were taken aback, Jaemin was cooking, at 6:00 am

"What's cooking good looking?" He smirked

"Um, nothing, I'm not cooking?" You questioned

"Shit, um....y-you'reeeeeeee hot, mmhm, hot like hot, really hot." Jaemin said thinking about it as he spoke

"T-thanks?"

Jaemin got a plate for the both of you and turned around making you actually look at him

You screamed while turning red

"NA JAEMIN WHY AREN'T YOU WEARING A SHIRT?!"

"It's hot?" He stated plainly "So I'm not wearing a shirt."

"I'm fucking cold Na Jaemin, what makes you think it's hot?"

He smirked again, you'd really like to wipe that smirk off of his pretty face

"You're in the room, makes it hotter"

"I KNEW THAT THIS WOULD HAPPEN. I KNEW YOU WOULD DO THIS TO HER NA JAEMIN!" Renjun yelled waking down the stairs

"Y-you what?"

"Shit. I've been exposed"

"And what are you gonna do about it" Jaemin said slamming his fist on the table

"Nothing, except go back to bed. Oh and by the way...the AC is broken and that's why it's so cold" Renjun said yawning and walking back up the stairs

"Yeah, aren't you cold, Jaemin?" You questioned looking at the goosebumps on his biceps

"I'm fine" He said placing your food on the plate "So, you gonna put on a shirt-" He stopped you. "Nope. I'm staying shirtless with this apron".

"You know that's a Peppa Pig apron right?"

"It was cheap! Your point is...". You shook your head "It's nothing".

Day 2/14, 2:55 pm

"You don't mind if I workout while your here, right?" Jeno asked holding a workout mat

"No, this is your room anyways"

"Cool" That's when Jeno started to remove his shirt

"A-aren't you gonna keep that on"

Smack

"Keep it, babe. Wear it sometime" He smirked while beginning to stretch

Then an idea popped into his head

"Why don't we stretch something else, hmm?" Jeno said playfully

"Like what"

He motioned you to come to him with is finger

He started to remove your clothes until you were bare

"J-jeno"

"Shh, keep it down babe, the others will hear you"

Jeno released his cock from his shorts and rubbed your entrance making you whimper

"Already wet, babe?" He chuckled

"J-jeno, please" You begged

"What is it you want babe, tell me"

"I want-"

It was just his imagination, and he was already doing his push-ups. He looked at you to see what you were doing

"Sniffing my shirt? Do I smell that nice?"

"Hey Jeno you-" You paused examining his body

"-you have a really big...dick"

Jeno stopped doing his push-ups looking at you like you told him something dumb

"Well geeze, babe, you don't have to remind me" He said going back to his push-ups

You heard a laughter erupt from the door

"Pft, Y/N, you haven't even seen his dick out of his pants" Donghyuck laughed leaning on Jeno's door frame

"Well is it big?" You asked innocently making Jeno's dick harden

"Are these two really having a conversation about my dick?"

"Oh my sweet Y/N, it's big, until the day Jeno decides to bed you...I'll tell you it's big"

You seemed so fascinated

"Woah, cool"

Day 3/14, 1:22 am

"Renjun?" You questioned

"Huh?" He looked at you

"Why are you painting at...1:22 am?"

"I don't know, why are you up at 1:22 am?" He questioned back

"I'm looking for Jaemin's Peppa Pig apron"

Renjun laughed

"Jaemin's sleeping in it" He responded

"Isn't that a choking hazard?" You asked, concerned

"Jaemin likes to choke people-"

Renjun's phone went off

"Hang on"

[Na Jaehoe, 1:23 am] Shut up you shorty Bob Ross don't fucking tell her that 😤😤😤

"Nevermind" Renjun chuckled "So I heard the Jeno's dick conversation"

"Gosh don't remind me, Renjun"

You looked at what he was painting

"Is that-" He cut you off "Peppa Pig, yeah. I'm gonna use it to haunt Jaemin if he gets married."

"So like as his wedding gift?"

"Exactly" Renjun looked at the clock "You should go to bed ya know"

"So should you, ya know"

"I'll go at 2:00, night Y/N"

"Night, Renjun"

Day 3/14, 12:44 pm

"Looks like sleeping beauty woke up" Donghyuck snickered from the dining table

"Oh, shut up" You said looking at all of your roommates who were eating lunch

"Here, it's uh...What's this again, Jaemin?" Jeno asked. "It's uh...Chipotlé? Wait- Yeah, Chipotlé" Jaemin said blandly

"Are you still wearing that Peppa-"

"AnD?" Jaemin clapped back, Jaemin sighed "I HAVENT BEEN LAIED IN MONTHS!"

Everyone groaned "JAEMIN! What did Y/N say?"

"She said to just jackoff...BUT ITS NOT THE SAME!"

"That's really not my problem..."

"Maybe we should sign you up for therapy-"

"No, no, I'll live like the Virgin Mary" Jaemin protested

Day 3, 12:55 am

You were all in tears (except for Jeno) and Donghyuck was already sobbing his eyes out by the time The Titanic started sinking

"Donghyuck, your eyes are so puffy!" Renjun pointed out laughing though the tears

"S-shut up you oompa loompa" Donghyuck sniffed. "You guys are babies, right babe?" Jeno said looking at you who was gripping on to him tightly. "SHUT UP LEE JENO YOU ARENT DATING" Jaemin hissed from his side of the couch bursting out in tears

"J-jaemin, is that my shirt?" You asked drying your eyes on Jeno's shirt

"It's the goddamn laundry Y/N..." He sniffed. "Hey, Y/N" Donghyuck called, still sounding stuffy "Can I draw you like one of my French Girls?"

"You can't even draw that well" You defended not wanting to be drawn nude. "Then Renjun, you do it, I'll pay you like 20 bucks" Donghyuck said nudging Renjun, "$150" Renjun responded

"Nevermind..." Donghyuck huffed

Day 4/14, 10:49 am

You didn't wanna knock, and it didn't really sound like anything was in there

But you forgot about anyone

"AH SHIT" You screamed, clearly not prepared to have seen a naked Jaemin

He scoffed, "Don't act like you don't fucking like seeing me like this, Y/N" He inched closer to you. "Don't act like I haven't noticed you checking me out when I wore that apron or when I was wearing that small ass t-shirt of yours-"

"Oh, so now you know how I feel when you're overthere at the other end of the room clearly biting your lip-" Jaemin cut you off by slamming his lips against yours

"Shut up, princess. How about I give us both what we want, how does that sound?". You noddes your head while Jaemin removed your shorts along with your underwear

"You drive me so fucking crazy walking around the house with these on. What makes you think you can just dress like a slut everyday around 4 boys hmm? Tell me" Jaemin taunted

"I like wearing them" You pouted. "Yeah? Well all of us like seeing you wear them, so why don't we put on a little show for the boys?" He reached down and entered a finger in your pussy.

He chuckled, "So wet huh?". You whimpered "Please Don't stop Jaemin"

"Na Jaemin, you're staring" You said snapping him out of his trance. You couldn't bare his gaze on you, looking at you like he was gonna eat you. "It's not my fault you're so cute." Jaemin smirked

"Well then it's my mother's?!?" You said. Jaemin was inching closer and closer to you as your back hit the wall

"Kiss me right now, Y/N"

"Oh, there you are Y/N!" Renjun chirped "What are you doing to the poor girl, you man whore" Renjun said sassily

"Why didn't I close the door"

"N-nothing...man virgin" Jaemin snickered

"I AM NOT" Renjun said tilting his head a bit, "C'mon Y/N, lets do the laundry for our resident man whore" Renjun said making you giggle "Man whore". Jaemin rolled his eyes at you

Day 5/14, 6:57 pm

"Where the HELL is Donghyuck!" You yelled

"I dunno" they all said in unison, so you decided to call Mark

"Mark?"

"What's up?" He answered, "Do you know where Hyuck is?". Mark sighed, "He's not my responsibly Y/N"

"Sure does seem like it" You said before hangging up. His room light was closed so you didn't think to check, but you'd rather be safe than sorry. "Donghyuck?" You knocked as you swung the door open.

You shrieked

"Hey, baby" He cooed before he went back to jerking off "Care to watch?" he asked making it sound more like a demand

"I think I'll..."

"Stay? Yep, that's what I thought"

So you watched Donghyuck, jerking off to you, for 15 minutes

"Y-y/n ah!" He said as cum leaked out of his dick. Donghyuck got cleaned up leaving you at a loss of words

"You're welcome, sweetheart" He said grabbing your chin making you look up at him

"yA! Y/N, Jaemin needs you in the kitchen cause he burnt one of the frying pans" Jeno said opening the door

"Tell him I'll be right there"

"Bye bye, sweetheart" Donghyuck cooed causing Jeno glare at him

Day 6/14, 9:32 am

Jeno knocked on your door

"The only considerate one"

"Hey, I'm gonna go to take a shower" He held up one finger to stop you from saying anything. "I'm telling you this so you don't think you're home alone because..." Jeno was hesitant, making you realize what he knew

"LEE JENO-"

"Mmm, Jeno, Fuck! Jaemin! A-ah Renjun! S-shit, Donghyuck, M'gonna-" He moaned trying to recreate what you sounded like that one time you thought you were home alone

"JENO FORGET ABOUT THAT!" You screamed in embarrassment making him chuckle. "It's ok babe, nothing to be ashamed of all of us have done it with you in our head" He said walking off while giggling

"Shit, my face is red, hold up, where's my phone?"

You looked everywhere so you accidentally thought Jeno's phone was causing you to read the notifications displayed

[Nana Jaems]: So we're gonna ignore the fact we all jerk off to y/n?

[Injoon]: Well do you expect us to go up to her and say "You're fucking hot in thoes shorts and you're hot and nice so wanna fuck?"

[Nana Jaems]: Isn't that what we have to do tho?

[DngHyk]: Or ya know you could just hide in your room and wait for her to catch you jerking off? Thats what I did yesterday. Be jealous hoes

[Nana Jaems]: No way!

[Injoon]: Well shouldn't we wait for what Jeno has to tell us?

[Nana Jaems]: Yeah, AND WHY HAVENT YOU COME BACK WITH THE MILK YET LEE DONGHYUCK

[DngHyk]: Calm your titties, I'm going

"Whatcha' doin'?" Jeno asked, clearly fresh from the shower. "Oh, I was looking for my phone and thought this was m-mine. whydontyouhaveashirton?"

"Why don't I have a shirt on? I just came out of the shower, babe. Gimme my phone" He said as you handed it to him

He read the messages and smirked. "How long did you have my phone for?". You shrugged "I picked it up when you came out of the bathroom" You said still flustered, Jeno nodded

"M'kay" He said looking at you with a dark glint in his eye before walking to his room

"damn, he looks good with glasses"

"Y/N, stop checking me out" He smirked

"I-i am not, you stop" You defended making hin shrug "Meh, I kinda like doing it though. It's a...good view" He said with a cocky smirk you wanted to wipe right off of his face

"Whatever"

Day 7/14, 2:42 am

You attempted walking down the stairs as quietly as possible

"Y/N?" Renjun said sitting at the dining table

"Renjun? Why are you up this early in the morning?" You questioned

He shrugged "I like going to bed at like 4"

"4 hours of sleep?" You said in disbelief

"Gives me my personality" He said winking making you laugh "I guess that makes sense"

"Renjun?" you asked, "Can you tell me a day you'll never forget?"

He thought for a second

"Maybe, when I first bought this place with the rest of the guys, or when you moved in. The day me and the guys bought this house we weren't told that there was 5 bedrooms instead of 4, but we didn't know. We just thought this place was expensive for no apparent reason." He laughed, "First Jaemin and Hyuck thought it could just be a guest bedroom or something, but Jeno was like, "

"Nooo, I want it as my workout room!" Jeno cried making the others scoff. Renjun quickly stepped in before this became a fight and only Jeno and Jaemin were left fighting eachother. "Here, why don't we get a roommate? They can pay 1/5 just like the rest of us?" Renjun suggested. They all nodded, "I know who can be our roommate! Lemme call Y/N!" Jaemin said happily as the whispers about how was a girl supposed to live with 4 boys went on between them as Jaemin was on the phone with you. "Looks like we got a roommate" Jaemin said happily. "Isn't Y/N a girl though?" Jeno questioned. "Yeah, but she's willing to also cook for us, and you." Jaemin said making Jeno shrug.

"What does happen when Jeno amd Jaemin are left fighting eachother?" You questioned. Renjun laughed, "It's not very pretty, and it goes on for a while".

"So is it like a physical fight?" You asked still confued, Renjun nodded. "Geeze"

"What about you Y/N, a day you'll never forget"

"Y/N HIIIIII! COME HERE!" Jaemin shouted from the door step, "I'll get your bag, go meet the rest of them!" Jaemin said already picking up a luggage. You looked in the direction of the house. There was a boy leaning against the doorframe, another one standing on the other side, and one who was in the back. Jaemin yelled at them making them walk over to you. First it was the one with his arms crossed leaning against the doorframe

"Hi, I'm Jeno"

"That one looks intimidating"

"Hi, I'm Renjun"

"He's kinda short compared to the rest of them"

"Did you really think that I was short?" Renjun questioned, interrupting your story. "Yes, and I still think you are"

"Hello, I'm a 10, I'm Donghyuck"

"Thank you for shoving that fact in my face, he seems full of himself"

"Go show Y/N her room" Jaemin said exitedly. While you were getting sitiuated in your room you overheard their conversation in the kitchen downstairs. "So..." Jeno started, "Can we fuck her?". Jaemin choked on his water only to find his roommates all staring at him seriously. "W-what, I mean- S-sure, ask her?"

"Did you really hear that?" Renjun asked, shoked. You nodded your head, "Every word" you smiled.

Jaemin was trying to tip-toe to the fridge while the both of you were staring at him

"Oh, hi"

Day 8/14, 9:15 am

"Y/N, would you let any of us fuck you?" Jeno asked while the both of you were eating breakfast. You thought for a second.

"Sure" You shrugged, "Maybe you though". Jeno's eyes lit up, "Me?".

You nodded, "Why not? You seem like the only responsibe one along with Renjun"

"What about me?" Renjun questioned. "She'd let you fuck her"

"But I wanna fuck her!" Donghyuck and Jaemin said in unison. "There's only 1 of me and 4 you, and I'm trying to eat or god's sake" You said glaring at the two boys infront of you.

Day 8/14, 9:22 pm

It was Monday movie night with Jeno and Jaemin as per usual, despite the fact of Jeno's hand in your shorts. "You make a sound, and I'll take this blanket off of you letting everyone see what a dirty girl you are. Understand me?" Jeno whispered. You nodded, "But I guess it wouldn't really matter since they already know you're such a dirty girl". Jeno chuckled, "Only for us though, right?". You nodded your head again, your breathing quickening as Jeno's fingers curled inside of you. "Good". His fingers worked their way in and out of you eventually leading you to start to clench on them. "You gonna cum? You're clearly clenching around them, am I that good, babe?" Jeno taunted. "Y-yeah, J-jeno, please let me cum" you plead. He nodded his head causing you to make a mess on his fingers. "Such a good girl for me" Jeno said licking his fingers clean.

Jaemin cleared his throat, "You two are quite the shamelss people" he said causing you and Jeno to look at him.

"Don't act like I didn't know what you two were doing. How dare you not let me have some fun too?" Jaemin said in utter disbelief.

"Here," Jeno said picking you up and placing you on his bed, "Let's have some fun with her then"

Jaemin let out a dark chuckle, "C'mon princess, let us play with you". They both started removing the very little clothing you had on along with theirs. "Open up, babe" Jeno said with his fingers held out infront of you. "Spread your legs, princess" Jaemin instruced behind you.

Spank

"Wider" He demanded

[azumasoroshi]

okay this is kinda long overdue BUT i have many noumu hawks sketches and i just think they’re kinda neat

first sketch! note that the “BONE WINGS???” never became a reality, but I have entertained the idea in some other wips.

Bone wings are the coolest thing ever man idk what to say

and yeah the boa came from ujiko in the final because i don’t think dabi would have a feather boa hanging around and ujiko is just weird enough for it to be less questionable

the boa has no symbolism i swear its just a replacement for hawks’ fluffy coat

working on the face was. interesting

(this one made me giggle uncontrollably for about five minutes)

the eyes look better here LMAO

the split face was a cool idea, but i ended up not going with it in the end mostly because it looked kinda weird LOL

full outline!

one of my discord members said that hawks looked like he had little t-rex arms and i havent stopped laughing at it since

personally i was aiming for him to be copying dabi’s frankenstein pose, and i think it ended up looking more like the “is he....yknow...” meme so many different interpretations here it seems

the general color scheme! note the second pair of wings added lmfao

his claws look weirder every time i look at them but. these drawings were made in december give me a break

more sketches! these are pretty bad ngl (when noumu hawks has more of an ass than living hawks) but they give off the creepy vibes he was intended to have pretty well i think

it was at this point that i really started to forget that noumu hawks was supposed to have a scar over his eye like in canon, so that got completely omitted from YLMTM unfortunately

it was also at this point that i started drawing the mouth tearing open through noumu hawks’ face all over my schoolwork and my teachers would be like “ayo what the fuck is this” and i wouldnt be able to respond because 1. id have to explain noumu 2. id have to explain hawks 3. id have to explain why hawks was a noumu 4. id have to explain dabihawks and just. no thank you

oh MAN this was a doozy

i can’t recall if this exact scene happened in YLMTM but it’s just noumu hawks protecting dabi and dabi being like nooo

while i was drawing it i was like “this is so cool omg” and then i finished it and i was like “oh hell naw”

this was drawn in march, so not too long ago! i’d like to go back and edit it a bit, but ibispaint crashes my entire tablet every time i try to open it because there’s so many layers, so i’ve resigned myself to never being able to fix it unless i redraw everything, unfortunately.

still pretty proud of those wings though like goddamn

and here we get to the most recent update to noumu hawks’ design! i drew this like two days ago so it’s pretty indicative of my current style hehe

i’m sure i’ll find all the problems with it soon enough but right now i think that looks pretty damn good

i changed up the eyes and claws a bit, and i think they look better now :D

i have many more sketches but most of them are on paper homework and aren’t very good, so that’s all for now lol

anyway if you’re seeing this on your dash and you have no idea what im talking about or what YLMTM is, boy do i have the angsty dabihawks fanfiction for you

https://archiveofourown.org/works/30914087

[honeyheartsandkisses]

Hate me Love me

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Reader

Warnings: None

One shot! Fluff!

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As a year 5 Gryffindor student at Hogwarts, you’ve spent the past 5 years at loggerheads with Slytherins. This was especially so with the blonde-haired Slytherin Prince, Draco Malfoy. Your long lasting rivalry with him was well known throughout the school, especially since he always picked on your best friend, Harry. On a cold and windy autumn evening, you make your way to the quidditch field with your best friends, Hermione, Ron and Harry. Within your clique, only you and Harry were on the Gryffindor quidditch team, but  Hermione and Ron loved watching the training sessions from the stands. “Blimey its cold...” Ron groans, pulling his robe tighter around him. “Oliver’s crazy making you guys train today. It looks like its about to pour and the wind is insane.” Harry re-adjusts the firebolt in his hand. “Yeah well... you know how he is whenever we have a match. Besides, this time its against the Slytherins.” “We cant lose to the Slytherins. We’ll never hear the end of it from filthy malfoy.” You say, tying your hair up into a high ponytail. You always did this to prevent your hair from getting in the way of your vision when you everyones up in the air. As you and your friends step out onto the quidditch field, the tall towering hoops greet you along with the familiar smell of grass before a storm. Most of the Gryffindor team is already on the field, talking and laughing while Oliver Wood was off to the side pacing up and down. The boy was clearly deep in thought. Hermione nudges your arm, and nods towards the other end of the field where a smug group of students emerge in green quidditch robes. “What are the Slytherins doing here?” Hermione says, squinting to see them more clearly. Her voice was barely audible due to the violent autumn wind. There was no doubt a storm was coming. “They shouldn’t be. Oliver booked the field for training today.” Harry says, adjusting his round glasses. “Well... i guess we’ll see what this is about.” You sigh, before bidding goodbye to Ron and Hermione who make their way to the stands. As you and Harry walk towards the middle of the field where your team was, everyone was whispering furiously, pointing and eyeing the Slytherins as they drew near. “Whats this about?” Oliver snaps, glaring unfriendly at the Slytherin quidditch team captain. “We’re sharing the field today. Got permission from Professor Snape.” He replies, a smug smile on his face. Next to the Slytherin captain, you see your arch enemy, Draco Malfoy. You shoot daggers at him with your eyes but this only makes him laugh. The blonde boy walks over to you holding his broomstick behind his back. After giving you a once over, he leans forward so his face is inches from yours. “Upset y/l/n?” “Bug off Malfoy.” You say through gritted teeth, blood boiling with rage. “This is the last thing i need today.” “Come on y/n. Just walk away.” Harry says, grabbing your hand to lead you away. “Ah... The famous Harry Potter. Always coming to her rescue.” Draco sneers, eyes traveling down to glare at where Harry’s and your hand meet. Draco takes a step forward, prying Harry’s hand away from yours. “Walking away won’t help this time. Because we’re training together.” With the wind whipping your ponytail back and forth, sometimes hitting your cheek, you take a deep breath to calm yourself. Another word from Malfoy and you just might throw a punch. He pushes himself into the gap between you and Harry, peering playfully down at you. “Why so angry my love?” For some weird reason, your heart did a small jump. A feeling you never felt before. Something about him towering over you, smiling down at you made your heart skip a beat. Being caught off-guard by the odd feeling, you felt defensive. Him calling you ‘love’ certainly didn’t help either. You throw a quick punch, hoping to strike his jaw. Unfortunately, he dodges it swiftly, almost like he could predict your actions. Draco laughs, giving you a surprised yet impressed look. “Woah calm down fiesty... ill see you in the air.” He winks and strides off to join the rest of the Slytherin team. “You alright y/n?” Harry asks, placing a hand on your shoulder. You nod in response, still staring at the ground. Your brain still wrecking itself trying to process what you felt a moment ago with Draco. After a few minutes pass, Oliver Wood gets the team to huddle around, revealing that today’s training will be with the Slytherins. As a Chaser, your job was to get the Quaffle and shoot it into the hoops of the opposing team. You took a deep breath, heaving a sigh of relief. Maybe you’ll be able to avoid Draco for now. As a Seeker, Draco would be competing with Harry and it was unlikely for him to come near you. As everyone took take their places on the field, the clouds gave way and it started to pour. The cold and heavy rain left everyone soaked to the bone within minutes, and the wind made mounting their broomsticks especially difficult. But knowing Oliver Wood, training will still persist. You barely hear the whistle being blown and everyone shoots up into the air immediately. Hovering 30 feet in the air, you grip your broomstick tight, flying forward in search for the quaffle. A fall from this height would be deadly. Suddenly, you spot it. The Slytherin captain holding the quaffle in his hands. One of the bludgers knock him on the side of his head, causing the quaffle to slip out of his hands. Determined, you dive down to catch it. With one hand on your broomstick and another one stretched out, you catch it and spin around to speed towards the Slytherin goalpost. With the rain beating at your face, you squint to get a clearer view of the goal. Just when you were about to score, a Slytherin Chaser zooms in front of you. In an attempt to dodge her, you dive down sharply. But the violent wind throws you off balance and your hands slip from the broom. Before you know it, you're falling. You screamed but it was drowned out by the rain.  30 feet... 25 feet... 10 feet... you braced yourself for impact when suddenly you crash onto something else. You rolled forward several feet from the momentum, as pain shot through your ankle and elbow. You felt yourself laying on something warm and for some reason you felt safe... Feeling dizzy and lightheaded, you let yourself drift off away. You awoke to the smell of medicated oils and the sound of Madam Pomfrey’s shrill voice in the background. It didn’t take long for you to realize you were in the hospital wing. Forcing your eyes open, you see yourself lying in a bed with the curtains drawn around you for privacy. “Hi y/n.” A familiar voice said, making you jump to sit upright. Every muscle in your body protested this, but the pain eased up when your eyes fell on a blonde haired boy sitting in a chair next to your bed. “Sorry i didn’t mean to scare you... although that was pretty funny.” Draco says, stifling a laugh. You couldn’t help but giggle. “What are you doing here? And... wait did you fall too?” You ask, seeing that his arm was wrapped up in a cast and there were a few bloody band aids on his forehead and chin. “Clumsy oaf.” You say, pointing at his band aids. “Actually, you were the one who fell and i magnanimously threw my body under you to cushion the fall.” He says, sitting a little more upright with pride. You recall your final moments before blacking out. That warm feeling... that was Draco? “And uhh...” He continued to speak “You’re in pretty bad shape. Madam Pomfrey said you suffered a mild concussion and you’re been sleeping for...” he glances at the clock on the wall “Six hours now.” You quickly look out the window to see that it was pitch black outside. Taking a look at the clock you see that its a little past 12am. Wow... did Draco stay with you this whole time? You frowned, trying to process all this new information. “I’ll let Madam Pomfrey know you’re awake.” Draco says, standing up from his chair. Before he could take another step forward, you grab his hand. You saw a look in his eyes you never saw before. Did his heart just skip a beat too? “Draco... why’d you do it? You could’ve died.” You say, your voice barely a whisper. He hesitates for a moment before sitting back down, looking at your hand in his. Without saying a word, he interlocks his fingers with yours. Like magic, your hand fit perfectly with his. Though every inch of your body was aching, you couldnt help but feel a warm feeling spread throughout your body, coming from where his hand touched yours. Finally he looks up, straight into your eyes. “I don’t know...” he says. Your heart dropped. You wanted to hear that he had feelings for you. You think back to the moment he pushed Harry’s hand away from yours. When he threw himself on the ground to cushion your fall. Did all of that mean nothing? You felt silly and stupid. Of course it didn’t mean anything. He hates you… you guys havent gotten along for the past 5 years! How could he possibly have feelings for you? Just when you were about to pull your hand away from him, he says something that completely changes your mind. “All i know is…” he says, squeezing your hand lightly. “I hated it when Harry touched you. And when you were falling, i was so scared… i’ve never felt like this before but everytime you smile i just want to…” He trails off, leaving you confused. “What is it?” You say, urging him to finish his train of thought. He looks deep into your y/e/c eyes and says “Kiss you… It makes me want to kiss you.” You couldnt help but smile, your heart doing mini backflips in your chest. “So whats stopping you?” Hearing this, Draco blinks several times, completely taken by surprise. But evetually he leans forward, cupping your cheek with his palm, pulling your face closer to his. With his face only inches away from yours, he glaces down at your lips. “Wow you’re beautiful…” “I know” you say cheekily, finally kissing him softly on the lips.

[kirishwima]

Could you please write about RFA + V&Saeran reacting to MC playing otome games? I don't know if you ever wrote something like that before. Thank u ♥️

as a big fan of otome games i’m obligated to answer this OwO

Since you haven’t specified any pronouns, I’ll be using they/them for MC!

YOOSUNG:

* “MC, do you like playing games?” he asks one day whilst on a call with MC, the glee in his voice palpable.

* He’s so happy when MC replies with a shy yes! He’s about to ask them is they play LOLOL when MC cuts him off with a rush. “I-it’s probably not the kind of games you play though!”

* He’s a little baffled by that, but MC is quick to change the topic to Yoosung’s beloved LOLOL, and he’s sufficiently distracted to let the matter slide in the meantime.

* It’s only after he and MC meet at the party, only after they start dating and spending much more time together that he understands just what kind of a gamer MC really is.

* “MC! Stop paying attention to your fake boyfriend and come hug me! Me! Flesh and bone, right here!” he groans, patting at his chest and belly with a big sad pout-and really, MC you heartless fiend, how can you ignore those big puppy eyes in favor of an online hottie on your laptop?!

* He’s not nearly as upset over MC’s choice of games as one would think-so long as he receives sufficient amounts of kisses and cuddles, and reassurances that he’s their one and only true boyfriend, he’s good! He’ll even watch MC as they game on their phone whilst they rest their head on his chest.

* “Oh, MC, go with that guy! He looks um-” he blushes, wondering how to phrase his next words-how can he say that that dude with the choker full of spikes and smudged eyeliner looks hot?! “he looks...promising?”

* Oho? *MC will remember that.*

ZEN:

* He never really noticed what exactly it was MC was playing-he saw them giggling at their phone or laptop from time to time and found it cute, sometimes he’d see the background of a game but he’d pay no mind to it-if it was something MC wanted to share with him, they would after all!

* Well, one day he was sitting besides them as they played on their laptop, going over his lines when MC laughed and tugged at his shirt, nodding over to their screen. 

* “Zenny, look at this-doesn’t this guy look a lot like Jumin?”

* Zen raised a brow and looked at the screen-and he was floored. The man at the screen was a well-drawn, hyper-realistic man that really did look oddly similar to that Trustfund prick-and what was that? There was a dialogue bubble at the side of him that wrote ‘For you, my love, I’d buy the moon and all the stars.”

* “MC-are you not satisfied with me...?” he trembled as he uttered the words, his eyes fixated to the man on the screen-and he suddenly had a deep desire to punch Jumin the next time he saw him (doesn’t he always feel that way tho orz)

* It took a lot of explaining from MC to show him that yes, this is just a game, and no, this isn’t real-yes they’re super happy with Zen and don’t need any compensation from a virtual boyfriend, these are just fun games to play, same as Yoosung with his LOLOL.

* Eventually Zen eases into the idea, though not entirely-and if he catches MC playing any game like that, he’ll always urge them to go for the character that most resembles himself lmao

JAEHEE:

* She really doesn’t see the appeal-and doesn’t really have much of a reaction when MC tells her of their hobby. 

*She’s interested to learn of what MC enjoys in their free time, and she’s content to spend some time lounging around on the couch with them, her watching Zen’s musical whilst MC plays on their phone or laptop, and she’ll occasionally look to MC’s screen, offer commentary on the characters, but that’s pretty much it

* Until one day....MC discovers a Zen dating fan game.

* They figure Jaehee will be thrilled to see this, that she’ll want to play this right away! So they waste no time in showing it to them-the plot is fairly good and the art is great, so they know it’s a promising game...

* ...but Jaehee doesn’t seem all that interested. She shakes her head when MC offers her their phone, pushing it back to MC.

* “Thank you, but I’ve already seen this game before-playing as Zen’s lover feels weird, more so when he’s a dear friend. If you’d like to play it you’re free to do so though....” she lowered her head at that last bit, biting her lip. 

* With a bit of coaxing and a chin tilt so she’d look MC in the eye, Jaehee admitted her fear. “W-what if after playing this game you fall in love with Zen?! Of course I had no such fear with all the other games you play, they’re fake, but this is real and it’s Zen and-”

* MC had to kiss Jaehee to shush her, the phone all but forgotten, the game still gleaming on the screen. 

* “Let’s never play that game, ok? Neither of us has any use for it. I love you, and only you” MC whispered on Jaehee’s lips-and that was all the confirmation Jaehee needed.

* Zen couldn’t stop sneezing that night, poor dude lmao

JUMIN:

* “So....MC you enjoy playing as someone else’s significant other?”    “I mean...kind of but not really?”    “I see.”

* The conversation was as awkward as you can imagine-MC had been giggling at something a character had said while playing on their phone, and Jumin asked what they were laughing about, so they answered honestly-and that’s how they ended up here, sitting across each other, MC’s phone in the middle of the two on the dining table, the rich-dude-character still shining on the screen, his brooding expression perfectly matching Jumin’s.

* “Is there anything you feel is lacking from our relationship, that these games provide instead?” Jumin asked, nodding down to MC’s phone.

* “No! No, not at all-Jumin, these are just games, and these are simply characters. I enjoy playing the games, and I like seeing well-written characters, but that’s as far as my exchange with them goes. You-you’re here. You’re with me, and we’re together. I love you, and no game can change this or take that away.”

* This is getting too meta for me lmao

* “I see” Jumin said at last-the words sounded cold, but his lips betrayed a small smile as he stood up, coming around to kneel in front of MC, taking their hands in his. “Thank you for being honest with me, MC.”

* And that was that. Or so MC thought.

* Barely a week after this conversation, a notification popped up on MC’s phone. ‘New Otome Game, Exclusive-Corporate Heir Professes His Love?!’

* Curious MC cilcked on the suspicious link, assuming it’d be a prank from Seven or something of the sort-but hoo boy, it sure wasn’t.

* No, instead it was a full-blown, million-dollar-budget otome game; featuring Jumin Han himself, with his own voice, and a lot of cameos by Elizabeth the 3d-even the MC was built-in the game, designed to look exactly like...well, like MC.

* Jealousy, meet Jumin Han, the man that created an entire freaking game for his fiance to play, which he updates weekly so they’ll focus on him and only him lmao

SEVEN/SAEYOUNG:

* “Dude, you’re playing The Arcana?! Do Julian’s route, he’s one kinky motherf-mmf!”

* Seven’s words were cut short as MC put a hand over his mouth, stopping him mid-sentence. “Babe!” they screamed, “spoilers! I’m still on the prologue!”

* He plays any and all games, and otome are no exceptions lol, it just has to be good enough to catch Seven’s eye.

* He’ll often recommend games to MC, or lay in bed with them and play on their phone, choosing bad dialogue options on purpose to mess with them lol

* You’d think he’d make them an otome game featuring himself since they love them so much-and he might, but he’s a little too self-conscious for that lol, so he’d end up making it more of a meme than anything. He might add in a deep profound love confession unlocked through a series of tests though, just to see if MC would go through the trouble of achieving it~

* And they would-it’d take a lot of trial and error but they’d reach a point in Seven’s game where there’d be a blank screen and his own voice, simply telling MC how much he loves them, how he’d do anything to see their smile and how their every action brightens up his day. It’s short and simple, but enough to make MC’s heart melt, and make them run to Seven’s desk to jump in his arms and kiss him.

* Also he’s a total sucker for blushy innocent characters that can’t reckon danger if it were to punch them in the face, wAnna guess whY?

* also if u havent go play the arcana its p darn good

V/JIHYUN:

* He finds MC’s obsession with otome games to be pretty darn cute?! The way they giggle at some of the dialogue or point out their favorite and explain why they like that character to V is so endearing, and he’s always eagerly listening to their explanations-he’ll even play with them from time to time.

* He won’t really play otome games on his own, but he’ll sit with MC on his lap, his head resting on their shoulder as he helps them pick dialogue options (the best, cutest option, always-this man can’t be mean even to a fictional character, never)

* His favorite seem to be the overly sarcastic, blunt characters that seem to want nothing to do with the main character-MC questioned him about it once, asking him if he’s a masochist or something, but he gave them such an innocent look they just dropped the subject without much thought.

* One night MC was too busy playing otome games as V sat on the couch besides them, gently nudging their thigh with his for even a glimpse of their attention-but MC kept mumbling ‘not now babe’, focusing on their game and the moving dialogue.

* V pouted, prodding his lip as he leaned close to MC. “Baby, do you prefer these characters over me...?”

* Listen. Listen V does NOT get into these cutesy moods often so if he does you are LEGALLY OBLIGED TO DROP EVERYHTING YOU’RE GOING AND GIVE HIM ALL YOUR ATTENTION and that’s exactly what MC did, otome games be damned.

* V=Victorious

SAERAN/RAY/UNKNOWN:

* He’s so confused???!

* “Wait so the point of the game is to...date the characters?! All of them?!”

* MC nodded, a mischievous grin on their lips. “Sound familiar?” they asked, knowing full well that was how Ray once lured them to Mint Eye-a story as old as time now, now that he’s on his path to recovery, now that the two are happy together.

* Saeran grumbled under his breath, a blush spreading on his cheek. “It’s not like I really knew what these games were at the time...I just took a look at your search history, saw a lot of that ‘otome’ or whatever and made up a rouse based off of it. I didn’t know you’re that invested in them!”

* MC laughed at his obvious confusion, how he looked to MC’s screen, a desktop folder full of otome games open on their screen and glaring back at them. He pouted, furrowing his brow.

* “Wait but-you’re not like-you like me right?”

* MC rolled their eyes. He was slowly getting over his insecurities, sure, but there was still a long way to go.

* They leaned in close and kissed him, a quick peck on the lips before they leaned back, looking to their computer screen. “I could delete all these if it’d make you feel better. I love you. Only you.” they shrugged.

* Saeran’s reddened face was adorable, the way his breath hitched in his throat, his hands trembing as he came to rest his fingers over MC’s wrist. 

* “N-no it’s-it’s okay, I trust you. I um-I love you too.”

* He’s not a fan of otome games, especially not with the connnotations they have for him, but well, if his beloved likes them...he doesn’t mind building a proper game for them.

-send me a mystic messenger headcanon for character reactions-

[when-day-met-the-knight]

Hi so awhile ago on insta I made a Teen Beach movie AU featuring Logince as the main couple despite my Prinxiety loving ass (I just think the movie fits this couple better,,)

Logan - Mack

Roman - Brady

Patton - Lela

Dee - Tanner

*HOWEVER* Royality isn't my thing (no hate to anyone who ships it; I personally dont like it) so the side pairings (when Lela and Tanner fall for Mack and Brady-) are Logicality and Roceit.

So in short Logan catches Patton while Dee catches Roman and Patton falls for Logan while Dee falls for Roman.

And now Logan and Roman have to work together to get them back together and escape the movie.

I really love this movie and Logince/Moceit are cute ships that I dont really explore.

Oh and if you're interested in the other four (havent drawn them yet):

Virgil - Butchy

Remy - Chichi

Remus - Seacat

Emile - Giggles

Yeah I know that implies Virgil/Emile and Remus/Remy but honestly I live for the chaotic energy that last pairings gives,,

So heres a compilation of the stuff I've posted on insta already.

[currently-shushing-birds]

I'm rewatching the early Sanders Sides episodes (let go from My True Identity to Losing motivation) so here are my thoughts with mild context

Logan used to be such a smiley boy :(((

Oh logan that's gay

Roman pops up, insults them he's all "hi roman :)))"

"And that's when the anxiety kicks in" but virgil..doesnt show up. It's so weird

Roman goes "I'll learn to love myself" and then DOESNT

I'm calling it.  That's Janus. Logan says he doesnt gave emotion and here he is being a SMILEY boi who is telling thomas what's good about him >:(

THAT'S- THAT'S ROMAN'S THEME WH-

Oh Patton...oh pat..

"YOU'RE A F A T H E R"

"I know it's got somethin' to do with storks!"

"Am I right tony?" "That's not my name"' "then w h a t i s i t"

A D U L T E R Y

"Please welcome my anxiety" "sup!"

What what a bitch. Like a mean girl. Regina who??

"Sorry kid" excuse but arent you the litteral child

*crosses legs like a gay icon*

WHERE DID THIS BITCH GO

I'm all good with our current virgil but goddamn he's like a villain and w o w I love Villians

"Hey there Princey ;)" jesus

Lily Singh is gorgeous and super cool but god that woman is an enigma

Such light eyeshadow

I have a headcanon that Virgil and Remus watch shitty reality TV together and I completely forgot about this-

*waves at bird*

"Anxiety can be a constant struggle" "that's right ;)"

YA NASTY

It devolved Thomas, I'm so sorry-

Leslie Odom Jr. is one of my favorite people

Ugh I'm so proud of Thomas

Logan- THIS ONE HAS A SONG!!

"Proper adultery"

Oh, this is when logan still liked YouTube I see

"NO" "hey!!!!"

Y'know the one John Mulaney bit where he's just saying "okay, okay" that's Thomas

L O G A N

When was Patton so mean-

"Ugh...I do not like you" and then the fandom declared they were in love

They all sound the same and it's weird. Later on they all have their own spots in Thomas' vocal range. Example: Virgil sings lower while Roman is a the highest part if Thomas' vocal range

The lip syncing is like- y'know what nevermind

Logan having fun singing: :0

"You sicken me!!" Damnn

It was his video >:(

I keep my closet open because I'm afraid of serial killers inside-

No one said prince but I love you so much-

I adore Roman's theme

*gay hand*

And this is also where we declared they were in love

*gay hand again*

Julie Andrews is a beautiful goddess

"Or dont eat fruit:))"

O H N O

I love Peter Pan-

That's what Janus did..lying and deceiving his way to my goddamn heart I love him

Princey is SALTY

Thomas doesn't age

And they're in love :)))

I watched this episode last night at 4 am :))

I love rent-

UGH ROMANNNNNN

"I love dISNEY"

Logan just became anxiety there

Just the "AHSJWJAEMTDESW" from Patton has me fucking rollibg

STORYTIME!!! *sits contently like a toddler*

Ugh I love Roman

I havent seen The Untimate Storytime but I wanna

Bizzardvark...Jake Paul...ew

Patton I love you

Gonna link my post right here because I love him so much

Logan is so excited-

EW NASTY

I love playing bubbly characters!! Join me Thomas!!

Aw Roman

Gay Disney Prince

AW VIRGE

damn Pat

Thomas is such a sweetheart I swear to god-

AWWW-

"I'm not you're son >:("

AWWWWWWWWW-

"Our little guy"

Your heart and your mind...yes they're in love

Patton s t o p-

*as Patton and Logan are bickering* ah..romance

We really are clowns

"I am not your son" you are though Thomas

Our biggest dilemma was "I kinda wanna learn more about myself" and now it's "IS IT B A D IF I KILL A MAN"

Onesie buddies

Is that ship art-

I miss the Sanders Sides intro

"I know big words too. Sssssaxaphone???"

GIRL

Is this the episode where Ligan speaks simlish

Thomas's acting is so good

IT IS THE SIMLISH EPISODE

Valerie...so pretty

"AYO ZIPIT TOO BLARP"

I do like bagels- also that tie in via the recent episode

Leave Valerie alone guys you're all gay-

He wrote that

Valerie just nods along

Oh look at that art

Oh Pat :(((

Dragon Witch: Fuck you Valerie

"MY SPLEEN"

Roman is bilingual and probably bisexual

You're upsetting him >:(

"I'm feeling all types of bad" BABY BOY-

"I wasn't trying to help" stfu

Awww

"IF I COULD GIVE YIU ALL BUTTERFLY KISSES-" *sobbing*

And they're in love

"I love you" *more crying*

Have..fun????

Does this imply Roman can hide a body

AHHHHHHH

They're. In. Love

OH I LOVE THIS EPISODE

all business strictly dress up seriousness

Thonas really said "Patton's my dad figure but God you guys are children"

He does makeup :))

Logan: he is ANXIOUS!!

Virgil: *blinks like he doesnt understand

*winks*

Smarrttt

*looking at Patton's hat*' kill the competition, sell the next edition. What a fine life-

"You're n o t welcome"

Patton be nice-

Logan thinking looks like that one meme where the lady has equations all around her..has someone drawn that

"Logic and I are playing dress up, anxiety is making us question our existence and I found a dollar" favorite fuckibg line every single time

EY NEWSIES!! RENT!!

God there's a lot of shipping content

Doo doo *giggle*

"My bad"

OOP

Patton is the character thar's smart but also a fucking idiot

"Is it because I have a dollar and you dont??"

Logannnnn

"You're dating this video"

Logan are you okay baby-

What the fuck kind of agreeing face was that

Pasta salad

Sir Sing A Lot

WOAHHH

I- LOGAN'S NAME REVEAL

FORGOT ABOUT THAT

A BITCH J U M P E D

I honestly dont know why I did this, I do it in other fandoms and no one is entertained but me- alright that's all

[keith-is-not-an-emo]

which fics are you reading atm if you don’t mind sharing? ty!

Oh boy anon, oh boy.

You don’t know what you’ve done.

There will be E rated fics but they won’t solely be smut fics or too extreme.

edit: it seems like you can’t access the post from your dashboard so you have to be on my blog to see it *sighs* good job tumblr, like always.

star-crossed by realfakedoors (or anything they write, you’ll be seeing a lot of that here)

They said, once upon a time, in a faraway land, there was a peaceful and prosperous kingdom, rich in romance and tradition. They said the Prince would host a ball, and choose his spouse, and they would live happily ever after.Well, they lied.

–

Keith is a Prince, and Lance lives with his shitty extended family. Neither of them are very happy, and when they meet, they’re surprised to have so much in common. Strangers, to friends, and then, well…

Meanwhile, Hunk is a sweetheart, Pidge is an iconic asexual, Shiro is a supportive Knight Dad™, Allura isn’t here for anyone’s crap, and there’s some political shit going on that forces them all together.

okay so how do i say it? it might be fave kl fic atm. this is my dirty laundry, my on thin ice. i love eveeery thing about it. i literally drop anything im doing if i see it updated. Also the last chapter? got me Shook.

also i KNOW about that big E rating there but the smut is in only one chap and i think the author marked it so it’s totally complementary and doesn’t add anything to the story so don’t worry.

breakfast on the moon by DairyFarmer (also very very recommended author!!)

Future Prom King, student body president, and all around hottie Lance McClain is abducted from his home in Arizona in 1997.

He is found decades later in the clearance section of an Earth paraphernalia store by the Paladins of Voltron.

another one of my big faves atm. everyone is very attentive of lance which is *clenches fist and wipes tear* very good. also it screams future langst and i cant wait :) (im kind of a langst hoe sorry not sorry)

let’s play pretend and hope it comes true by fevered_dreams

The Kingdom of Altea was quickly heading towards ruin. At least, it had been until the Royal Family’s eldest daughter had been born as an alpha. The people had rejoiced at her birth, and there was hope yet for a new ruler and a future secured. Even the fact that the second Royal Child had been born a beta couldn’t dampen their spirits.

Except Lance was not an beta. He was just an omega, trying his best to keep the charade going with a set of spells, pills, and all the tinctures he could brew because being an omega was dangerous. Being an omega made him something to be had, a rusted tool of barter worth less than scraps in return, and Altea couldn’t afford to let him go.

But, if Lance’s luck would have it, Prince Keith of the Blade wouldn’t mind being lied to too much.

okay okay in my defence, this one STILL doesn’t have smut. only kinda steamy make-out sessions. also don’t let the a/b/o scare you, there is talk about the dynamics but not so much in the sexual way, u’kno?

anything by BleuSarcelle, but if i have to chose one, let’s go with Of Pink Freckles and Green Moles

Lance now can see the boy’s face and he can only stare at the pretty color in the boy’s eyes before he’s suddenly being squished by two hands.

“Papa!” the boy shouts happily back at the adult that makes his way other them hurriedly. The boy hardly notices, still too fixed on squeezing Lance’s cheeks for a second longer before he giggles. “Papa, ugly!”

“Keith, no! Oh my god -”

“Ugly,” the boy repeats obliviously, patting Lance’s cheeks with a proud gleam in his eyes. “Ooh-gly!”

Lance doesn’t know what that word means but for some reason, it makes him cry harder.

[Or the one where Keith and Lance meet when they are two and three years old respectively and spend their entire childhood going through charity contests. Lance says they are rivals, Keith only hears ‘best friends’.]

super cute G kidfic.

Ground Control to Major Tom by yourfavoritetsundre

A year after Keith and Lance have a big falling out, Lance is…well, he’s not missing. He’s fine. He’s just not telling anyone where he is. Keith decides maybe the best way to apologize for being an absolute monster is to track him down.

Following Lance’s path of self-discovery, Keith starts to remember all the things about Lance he had buried years before. Because of the war, because of the Blade, because of Allura. And he starts to realize that maybe he’s to blame for more than he thought.

Meanwhile, Curtis just wants to plan his quiznacking wedding.

post-s8 fic

Written in Sand by MuseofWriting

Lance wakes up in a hospital on Earth to discover he has been missing for four months, with no memory of Voltron or the Galra. Drawn inexplicably to the desert where they found him, he discovers a hut full of research and notes that may provide the key to his missing memories. With secrets and conspiracies surrounding him, and the Garrison potentially hiding far more than he could ever have imagined, Lance grows to trust the notes in the desert - but he may not believe the person who claims he wrote them.

this one has been around for a while (a year to be precise) and i thinks its pretty aknowledged in the fandom but *shrugs* 

until we get there by starlightment

Sometimes his mind is cruel. He’ll wake in the dead of night, drowning in his sweat, choking on his tears. He’ll clutch at old bedsheets until his knuckles fade to white. He’ll shiver in the darkness, and the light blue marks beneath his eyes will start to burn, and his lungs will heave, aching for a breath that just isn’t there.

And sometimes Keith comes to visit.

Those are the best days, Lance thinks.

Those are the days when it’s easiest to breathe.

—

Or: Lance loses himself a little bit, but Keith is there to help him find it again.

post-s8 fic. i think i dont even need to present they author since they’re better know for writing something blue (i heard wonders abt it but havent found the chance to read it yet). also i cant fucking wait for their new fic like im vibrating here on my seat bc i LOVEEEE the trope of jock keith / nerd/prep lance dont judge me

sunflower by xintong (uuh i think i dont have to introduce this author either lmao)

On the morning of their first summer back on Earth, Lance receives a gift of sunflowers. A confession, a rejection, and the passage of time, all leading to the one person who’s always been there for him.

another post-s8 fic because honestly i needed healing at that time okay. super soft and cute and uuughhhh i cant deal

Pretty Ob(li)vious by msmooseberry

Lance loves make-up and being pretty while wearing it. Unfortunately, even in the world where Earth becomes one of the main centres of intergalactic communication and home to many races, his hobbies are still largely frowned upon. He never wanted other cadets at the Galaxy Garrison to find out, especially not his half-Galra crush, but that is exactly what happens. Lance prepares for the hate or ridicule at best, but the reaction he gets is something else entirely. Who knew Galra viewed lilac sparkly lips as a betrothal symbol?

keith finding lance the most beautiful being ever? uuh yeah? gimme that shit

Chestnut And Onyx by MilkTeaMiku (great author too!)

If his eyes weren’t deceiving him, Keith looked a little flushed. He crossed his arms over his chest, wings all puffed up and ruffled like he was preening. “I didn’t know you were that flexible,” he said. And then he looked angry, and his wings puffed up even more, and he stormed away. -Lance thinks his wings aren’t all that pretty, but Keith has other ideas. If only Lance knew.

langst wing-fic. what could i ask more for?

you’re lucky that’s what i like by zenstrike

Lance rescues a hamster from certain doom.

or, Lance has Keith wrapped around his little finger and doesn’t even realize it.

just. take the whole fucking thing. just take it

aaand these are the ones that appear on my feed that have been updated recently since most of them aren’t finished (sowwy). the bad thing about reading a lot of fics and having bad memory is that i already forgot half of my fave fics, probably, lmao.