#gnat is an idiot

[thegnat]

honestly i think the writing is rough. like really rough. i’m watching my bf read it right now (who regularly edits my writing) and he has a lot more criticisms with the preview than he does with my writing which is wild cause i do not think i am a good writer

and there’s a lot of inconsistencies with the canon material from previous books which is really frustrating for me

idk though i still have high hopes for the book!

[lucky-slice]

"KevNeil is great because -"

No. Its because they're stupid. Individually, Kevin is a nationally recognized exy superstar and Neil is the son of a mafia boss who is playing with social dynamics like its connect4, but put them together and they're just fucking idiots. They're sharing one braincell and its getting tossed between their exy rackets.

[plenumbria]

30 - Orpheus

When they make a mistake and feel bad, does the guilt differ when it’s personal versus when it’s professional? More when it's personal. Professional he can easily shrug off but he'd feel like a total dunce if it was around people he's closest with.

[xcziel]

got a bunch of little baby plants and am doing some repotting but damn i have a hard time remembering which ones can't have direct light

all but a few of them are low light types because i don't like window or overhead light (i am a cave gremlin)

but some of them need at least indirect light and i'm trying to get those situated well to the french doors (also i bought another seasonal fern bc i am weak and it's hogging a bunch of the space)

some of the tiny ones are barely hanging on and idk what to do else besides sun+ water

i thiiiink it's the tiny peperomia, the mini spider plant, and the aglaonema that really need out of the direct sunbeams and the couple of little succulents that need moved in more

the one snake plant that i haven't watered for six months needed a bigger pot so i upgraded it and i hope it takes it well. the bitty pearl pothos doesn't need a bigger pot but less sun and more drainage i think, so it got a new pot too

why do i get tempted by plants when i hate natural light so much? i did buy a *little* grow light for the corner though

i need plants that are ok with just ambient low light - the sansevieria is out of the window reach entirely but has been putting up fresh green shoots? the big peace lily keeps unfurling new leaves in the dark corner as long as it gets plenty of water?

but the other peace lily that was by the window is crunchy now and idk how to rehab it (still green? and not wilted but the leaves are crunkly so)

also i seeded some rosemary and sage and they are sprouting but the mint did not come up at all ://

[reveromantique]

@ofmoonlily​ asked:🩸 //you cannot hide from a healer Seifer! 

He can, though, and gets away with it for about a mile down the Mi'ihen Highroad, bringing up the rear of their little band, pretending that nothing’s wrong at all while he tries to convince his magic to figure its shit out, and seal together the wound hidden beneath his increasingly ruined coat. 

At least back here, no one notices that he’s leaving a red trail in his wake, or that he’s giving a great deal of thought to using Hyperion as a crutch to keep him on his feet. 

“I’m fine,” he snaps, when she comes up to him looking all concerned and shit, like he needs to be fussed over and worried about. “It’s nothing.” 

It’s a lot more than nothing, considering he’s slowed down to a glacial pace without realizing it, the rest of the group a lot farther ahead than he remembers them being. 

“Seriously, Yuna. Will you stop--” But she’s already pulling his coat back, and there’s no hiding the gash in his side this close. 

[wandanatsgf]

Lovers, Vampires, Strangers Part 2

Pairing: Vampire!Wanda x Vampire!Reader

Word Count: 2886

Summary: This story starts in the year 1850. You and your girlfriend Wanda are happy together. You have everything you could ever want, until she secretly turns you into a vampire. After a horrible accident, you leave her and that life behind. Now 173 years later, she's come to ask you for a favor.

Part 1

Part 2: 2023, The Second Shittiest Year of my Life

“What do you want Wanda?” I ask the girl who was frantically banging on my door.

“I need a place to stay for a few days, please,” she begs. It makes me laugh. She really thinks I would help her after what she did? She’s insane.

“No way,” I tell her.

“Please Y/n,” she asks again.

“No,” I say. “I’m not letting you into my home or life again, Wanda.”

I go to shut the door when a small bullet sized wooden stake comes whizzing through the air. It flies through the small crack in my door from where I haven’t shut it all the way. I hear Wanda yell out some cuss words, while I barely manage to dodge the bullet. I should’ve just shut the door and let Wanda fend for herself, this is her problem after all. But I, being the idiot that I am, didn’t.

“Fine you can come in,” I say, pulling the brunette girl inside with me. I quickly shut and lock the door.

“What the hell was that Wanda?” I exclaim as I run through my house, grabbing the first bag I see. I put the guns and knives that II keep hidden throughout my home in there, in case whoever is outside tries to go after me, since I too am a vampire.

“That was Natasha,” she says like that explains everything.

“She’s a girl I…used to be with. She’s a little angry is all.”

“A little angry?!? She just tried to kill you Wanda.”

“Yes well vampire hunters tend to do that Y/n.”

“What the actual hell Wanda. You brought a vampire hunter to my front door?!?”

“Not on purpose. I didn't know she was a vampire hunter when I was sleeping with her. And I thought I had lost her back in Budapest. Clearly someone is determined to kill me.” Wanda rolls her eyes as she talks, as if this Natasha girl is a mere annoyance, like a gnat or a fly, and not a hunter trying to kill her.

I’m so mad at her I don’t even know what to say. I finish gathering my things, but I leave my phone in case someone tries to use it to find my location. I make sure I avoid all windows as I make my way to the secret exit of my house that will lead me to the other side of town, the exit I had installed in case of emergencies just like this. I go to the bookshelf door I had installed and open it.

“Are you coming or not?” I call out to Wanda, who was currently just standing there. Wanda quickly moves to where I am, not avoiding windows. Which leads to them being shot out by Natasha.

“Great another thing I have to deal with,” I mumble under my breath.

“What was that?” Wanda snarkily asks.

“I said great that’s another thing I have to deal with. Because of you,” I add on.

“Oh please don’t act like your life was all sunshine and rainbows before I got here,” she says as I lead her down a staircase. “We both know you were lonely without me.”

“Really? I’m the lonely one?” I say. “I can assure you, Wanda I have been anything but lonely since you left.”

“You really think Kate Bishop can fill my place that easily?”

“And how do you know about her?” Wanda says nothing, but it’s clear she had been keeping tabs on me.

“I should’ve known you’d never leave me alone, Wanda. You were always the possessive type.” I turn down a corridor and open the door. I walk out and into open air. The passage leads to a road two streets over where my getaway car is stashed.

“I’m not possessive. I just don’t want anyone to have what’s mine,” she says. I chuckle under my breath, reading through her lie. I choose to ignore her and walk over to a car, praying that it’s unlocked. Of course it isn’t, but i guess when you have vampire strength it doesn’t really matter. I get into the car in no time and I make quick work of hot wiring it so I can get away, and hopefully leave Wanda here. I get the car on and I climb in, quickly locking the doors so Wanda can't.

"What do you think you're doing?" Wanda asks, clearly annoyed. She stomps her feet like a child and it makes me laugh.

"I'm leaving," I say through my laughter.

"Not without me you aren't."

"Yes I am. I got you away from Natasha, which you're welcome for by the way. Now I'm off to save my own skin. Now get out of my way or be roadkill Wanda. Your choice." Wanda refuses to move, much to my annoyance.

"Move Wanda," I scream out.

"No," she screams back. I can feel my annoyance rising with every passing second, and then Natasha runs around the corner, guns blazing. I unlock the car and allow Wanda to hop in before I floor it. I pull out of the parking space, driving away as fast as I can, leaving Natasha in the dust.

"Happy?" I finally ask once we have gotten a little further down the road.

"Yes, very." I can tell she is pleased with herself, something that I absolutely loathe. I choose to ignore her so I don’t blow up.

We drive for what feels like forever, and I being a vampire would know what forever feels like. So trust me when I say it felt like forever.

Wanda does her best to annoy me, but I ignore her every time, not in the mood for her games. Eventually I pull into a decent looking hotel on the side of the road. I’m not sure where we are, but we’ve driven for at least 16 hours straight and I’m tired. Well as tired as you can be when you’re undead.

“Here we are,” I say as I park the car.

“Where are we?”

“I don’t know. But we’re safe aren’t we? You could be a bit more thankful,”

“It would be safer if we knew where we are,” Wanda retorts.

“Well why don’t you work on that while I get us a room.”

“Fine,” Wanda says, for once not starting an argument.

I happily hop out of the car, grateful to be away from Wanda, and I enter the lobby.

“Hi I need two rooms,” I say to the front desk lady.

“I’m sorry we only have one room available.”

“Fine I guess that’ll work,” I grumble. It really doesn’t work for me but I’ll just have to suck it up…or sleep in my car. Honestly I’d do anything to not be near Wanda for longer than I have to.

“And how will you be paying?”

“I won’t be. The bill will be comped by the hotel,” I tell the girl. I look in her eyes and change the tone of my voice, activating my compulsion.

“Here you go,” the girl says cheerily, handing me my room key.

“Thanks.”

I walk back to the car where I had left Wanda to give her the bad news.

“Unfortunately they only had one room,” I grumble, throwing her a room key.

“Don’t sound so upset. It’ll be just like old times,” she says, sending me a wink. I let out a scoff at her words.

“I’d rather sleep on the cement than in a bed with you Wanda.”

“Fine have it your way,” she says. She gets out of the car and walks into the hotel and to our room. I try and make myself comfortable in the car, but it’s no use. It’s too small and too hot. I grab one of my guns that I had brought and tuck it into the waistband of my pants then I reluctantly go inside, bracing myself for the snarky comment I know Wanda is about to say.

“Aww I knew you’d change your mind. I’m just too irresistible.”

“God you’re so full of yourself. But no I’m in here because the car was uncomfortable. It has nothing to do with you Wanda.”

“Sure, whatever helps yourself sleep at night.”

God this woman is infuriating. I choose to ignore her last comment.

“So you’re not talking to me now?” I give her the silent treatment.

"Real mature y/n."

"Whatever Wanda. I'm going to go get us some essentials, try not to get into trouble while I'm gone," I say, just wanting to get out of here and away from Wanda.

"Aww sounds like someone cares about me," she teases.

"No I just don't want all of this hard work to go to waste," I say as I walk out the door. It's currently 10pm at night so luckily anywhere I go should be jut about empty. I drive to the nearest Walmart, leaving Wanda in the dust at the hotel. I get us some toiletries and snacks (because yes even though we are vampires and undead we still like human food). My next stop is a blood bank, where I steal as much blood as I can. I prefer it this way over drinking straight from the source. It's much cleaner and not so scarring to humans. After about two hours I make my way back to the hotel, carrying my shopping bags inside, only to find Wanda gorging herself on a member of the cleaning staff.

"Wanda," I yell out. She drops the maid and her face takes on a guilty look, like a child who knows they are doing something bad.

"Yes?" She tries to adopt a nonchalant tone but it isn't working.

"I literally told you not to get into trouble and the first thing you do is get into trouble."

"But I was hungry," she says, as if that justifies her actions.

"I don't give a damn if you're hungry Wanda. If I tell you to do something so do it."

"That's funny I don't remember ever taking orders from you, but you sure did take a lot from me," Wanda says, referencing the times when the two of us would sleep together, before I hated her guts.

“Well things have changed Wanda. I’m trying to keep us alive and away from your vampire hunter ex. So either listen to me or leave.”

“Fine,” is all she says. She goes off to the bathroom to shower while I heal the woman Wanda had just dropped. I compel her to forget anything had ever happened, and off she goes back to work.

I close the door behind her and I put my grocery bags down and put things away. After I’m done and had a snack and some blood, I tuck my gun out of my waistband and put it on the small side table. I jump into bed. The bed is rock hard. There’s absolutely no give or bounce in it whatsoever, but I guess an aching back is a small price to pay for safety.

“Move over,” Wanda says once I had finally gotten myself comfortable.

“No,” is all I say back.

“Yes. Move or I’ll make you move y/n.”

I refuse to move, ignoring the glares that Wanda throws at me.

“Fine have it your way.” She walks over to me and picks me up as if I weigh nothing. I try to resist, but it's pointless, and she moves me anyway.

"I'm older than you and I'm stronger than you. Next time it would be wise to do as you're told," she whispers into my ear. Her words have me blushing. A fact that I try to hide form her, but of course she notices.

"Did my words make you needy baby?"

"Fuck off Wanda," I say, but it doesn't come out as strong as I want it to.

"No baby I think you want me to fuck you, isn't that right?"

Her dirty words send my thoughts racing back to the times when we had slept together and how good it felt. But that was before she hurt me, and this is now. And now I don't like her. Even if she's gorgeous and makes me feel good. She's still the woman who turned me against my will. She's still the woman who hurt me, the woman I hate. So I form my resolve.

"No goodnight Wanda," are the next words that come out of my mouth. Wanda's mouth opens and closes like a fish, she's shocked that I didn't give in. I get up and turn off the lights and the two of us lay there in silence. I'm sure Wanda is seething in silence at being told no, but it isn't my problem. I quickly fall asleep, and I only wake up when I hear a loud banging noise.

The door to our room is kicked in, making us jump out of bed. In comes a brunette woman I don't recognize.

“Oh great and who’s this? Another one of your exes?”

“Actually yes,” Wanda and the woman sat at the same time. The woman walks closer to the bed, while Wanda and I try to walk further away without blocking yourselves in.

“Of course it is,” I say rolling my eyes. “How’d you piss this one off?”

“She may or may not be a vampire hunter also. So y’know when she found out about me she wasn’t exactly my biggest fan,” Wanda whispers to you.

“Really Wanda? You sleep with two fucking vampire hunters when you’re a vampire yourself. Are you stupid?” I whisper back.

“Haven’t I already proven that yes I am stupid.”

“I guess you’ve got a point there,” I say.

"Are you two done arguing now?" The woman asks.

"Yes Maria, we're done." Ok so Maria is her name. "Can you just get this over with," Wanda says, her tone sounding exasperated.

"Oh come on Wanda, I wanna drag this out. Hurt you just like you hurt me." Maria pulls the sleeve of her black jacket off her shoulder, showing off the scars that mar it.

"What the fuck did you do?" I look at Wanda, but there's no emotions on her face.

"What I had to do to survive." Wanda glares at Maria, but it's not the playful one she has been giving you all day. This is a true glare. The kind that says I want you dead.

Maria lunges and Wanda deflects her punch while you try and grab your car keys, which are all the way across the room. You almost make it, but then Maria grabs you by your hair, pulling you back. You claw at her arm, digging your nails into her skin. She shrieks and lets you go, turning her attention back to Wanda.

"How'd you find me anyway?" Wanda asks as she ducks under Maria's fist.

"Your little pet led me right to you. She wasn't as inconspicuous as she thought at that blood bank. I was just going to kill her, but then I realized she was with you, and well, I didn't want to waste such a delicious opportunity." Wanda's eyes turn a dark black color, something that only happens when a vampire is truly emotional, and strikes Maria, making the woman stumble. While she's disoriented I run to the side table and grab my gun. I hate using these things on humans, but if it means I get to live I'll do it. I aim for her leg and pull the trigger.

"That should keep her occupied for a while, now let's go," I tell Wanda. We both run out of the room, car keys in my hand. We both jump in the car, leaving Maria behind in the hotel room.

"Looks like being attacked wasn't my fault this time," Wanda says once our adrenaline has finally gone down.

"Well you still dated this one too so I'm sure this is somehow also your fault."

"Ok whatever you say," Wanda says, although I know she doesn't agree with me. "So we've got Natasha and Maria on our tails now, so where do we go now? With the both of them following us, there aren't many places that would be safe."

"I might know a place," I say. "It's like a safehouse of sorts."

"Why didn't we go there in the first place?"

"it's complicated," I say, not wanting to answer her question.

"Like how Natasha and I are complicated? Or Maria and I?"

"Not exactly," is all I say, and thankfully Wanda drops the subject. We drive for a few more hours until I finally turn into a driveway. The house before us looks like any other house in the suburbs would. There's flowers and trees lining the driveway and a little picket white fence around the house. You would never suspect that a supernatural creature lives inside it.

We walk up to the door and all I feel is anxiety. I had taken us to the one place I hadn’t wanted to go to, but it’s out last option. It’s the only place I know that would be 100% safe. So reluctantly I knock on the door, praying the woman who lives on the other side of it answers, and that this won't be another decision that bites me in the butt.

[rona-yoo]

𝐁𝐚𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐲 𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐞

𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞��𝐭𝐞𝐝: by this sunshine. 𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Willy x Fem!Reader 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 2,094 𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: Someone climbed onto your balcony. You know who it is and you are very happy to see each other. But would your father be happy to see a living dead man kissing his daughter? 𝐈𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬/𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Fluff, kissing, fast relationship building, getting cought (kinda). 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: I didn't want any big work to come out of this, so I think I got it as I planned. As it looks pretty cute to me, so would love to hear what you think. Requests are open, and yes, for spicy ideas too. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐲 (𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐭𝐢𝐩). 𝐄𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞. 𝐒𝐨 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞, 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰.

You slammed the door loudly and ran into your room. Without paying any attention to your father, who was still outraged somewhere on the first floor, you fell onto the bed, face into the pillows. His voice faded soon enough, but the anger that was boiling inside you wouldn't stop. How could he be so hard-headed? How could he act like a complete idiot for a completely stupid reason and not admit it?

You just overheard your father talking to the other cartel heads. You didn't get the full picture—the phone call stopped immediately. But no one was going to explain anything to you. All three of them hated Willy. That's what you knew for sure. And they'd hated him ever since they'd seen him in the gallery square from the windows of their stores. 

You have absolutely no interest in the family business. And especially the object of the business. All your life, on every holiday and on every significant occasion, you have received chocolate, among other gifts. And it became so much in your life that, at some point, you realized you couldn't stand it. But that very day, when Willy's singing caused a lot of people to crowd and block the doors of the Ficklegrubber's store that you happened to be in, you realized another thing. When you went out with your father to look at the weirdo who had set up shop in broad daylight, when you looked out from behind your father's back out of interest, thereby attracting Wonka's attention and getting a candy to try, you realized that your father's chocolate, and all chocolate produced by the cartel, was disgusting. It's so disgusting that from that moment on, you just can't take that filth in your mouth.

Willy's warm smile in response to your sincere reaction immediately put you at ease with him. You started laughing together when your father and the others started flying into the air, and when it came to you, he managed to grab you and steer you in the right direction and at the right speed so you wouldn't collide with anyone or hit the dome. You were already convinced at that moment that he was a decent and nice man. But you knew perfectly well that the 'great trinity' would destroy him with their influence, but when his store opened across the street, you had doubts in your mind. You couldn't go there yourself—you're the daughter of a competitor. But you sent a maid to buy more of his sweets. But when they came back, you found out what had happened inside. And you were furious. Surely it was their doing. Who else could he be interfering with? He, a nice, good-natured chocolatier?

And now, after Willy has been nowhere to be found for twenty-four hours, you hear your father's voice from the living room, happily discussing that they have finally “gotten rid of that pesky gnat”.

Your thoughts are interrupted by a thud. You lift your head from the pillow and look toward the balcony, but it's empty. Nothing out of the ordinary. Before you can put your head back down, there is a second thud, and this time you can see the top of someone's head behind the openwork fence. 

You leap out of bed instantly, running to the glass door leading to the balcony. You swing it open, and by then the unexpected guest has managed to climb up enough so that you can see his face. 

"Hey, Y/N," of course it's him. 

"Willy!" you exclaim as soon as you swing the door open, but immediately tone it down and continue with a whisper. "What are you doing here?" You run to the edge of the balcony and sit on your knees, resting your hands on the floor, so that you're almost at his level.

"I have a case to run,” he answers with a smile, but you have too many questions for you to just let him continue.

"Where were you? You just disappeared! What did the cartel tell you?" 

"I was supposed to sail far and wide, but I remembered something important."

"You...” you start, but then it clicks in your head and you realize. "They were gonna kill you?! They—"

"Listen,” Willy interrupts you, leaning forward as far as the edge of the balcony will allow. "We're going to expose them all. I understand he's your father, and I understand if you say no, but we really need your help."

“Who is 'we'?” You ask, losing the logical line of his words. But when you get the gist of it, you stop talking and think. On one hand, he is actually your father, but on the other, he was capable of murder. So senseless and ruthless. How could he? After a long pause, you sigh heavily, glancing back at the door to your room and returning your gaze to Willy. "I... honestly, I don't understand what's going on and what you're going to do, but... okay, I'll try to help. It blows my mind that my father is sitting carelessly on the couch in the living room after doing something like this."

Willy takes his hands off the ladder he's been holding onto and puts them over yours. 

"Thank you for agreeing." His tone became a little more serious. "Please tell me everything you know about the green ledger."

"The ledger?" You frown and ponder. "The last time I saw it was when I was about fourteen. It's probably in a safe under the cathedral now."

"Yeah, I already know that, but where exactly? They wouldn't put it in the most visible place."

"Let me see... Knowing all of them, they must have hidden it in some secret place. It'll probably be somewhere in the floor or in the wall. You can't put a combination lock in a place like that, so it's easy to open. Just knock and press on all surfaces that seem strange or too inconspicuous."

"Great, thanks again." 

He takes his hands off your arms, picks up the ladder again, and prepares to go down, but no sooner has he crossed one step and said goodbye to you than you grab him by the shoulder. 

"Aren't you going to explain anything to me?"

Willy raises his eyes at you.

"We don't have much time. I'll tell you everything as soon as it works out."

"You're going to break into the safe. What are the odds? You've already almost died, and you've only mentioned it in passing!"

"Trust me, it'll work," he answers, straightening up. 

You stare into his face, realizing that even if you try to talk him out of it, you won't succeed. Besides, it's obvious that he's not doing this for revenge, but for Noodle and the others. 

"Do you want to put him in jail?" you finally ask. Willy thinks and nods, to which you lower your head helplessly. "The chief of police is in on it with them..."

"If we find the ledger, it won't be a problem. Everyone involved in their schemes will be behind bars."

"Even I don't know the contents of that book, and you're so sure that information is enough? Are you sure it's going to work out exactly the way you want it to?"

"I am." Willy answers without hesitation.

"Good," you say, loosening your grip on his shoulder. He goes one step down, but you grab him again, crawling closer to the edge and resting your face against the railing. "Are you sure you're going to be okay? You have to tell me the whole story from beginning to end. Don't you dare die, leaving me in the dark!"

"Sure, I promise,” he chuckled. 

You look each other in the eye. You're well aware that something could happen to him, considering who he's dealing with. You realize that there's a chance this is the last time you'll see him, and so you have a thought in your head. A thought too intrusive to resist. Your gaze quickly runs from his eyes to his lips a few times before you let go of his shoulder, wrap two palms around his face, and pull him sharply to you, bringing your lips together in an impatient kiss. Willy loses his balance a little from surprise. The rest of his body pushes back a little, causing him to quickly grab the fence with one hand, humming against your lips. The other hangs in the air, unable to find a place for itself, but almost immediately it squeezes between the curls of the fence and rests on your cheek. It's more of a simple peck, and, assuming it's going to be quick, you start to pull away. But Willy pulls you back in, deepening the kiss, and you can't hold back a sigh. You've never been kissed like this before. You pull as close to each other as the fence allows. You literally press each other's faces into the metal patterns, the insurmountable barrier between you, trying to be even closer. Willy presses his torso against the fence, finding space to slip the other arm. He wraps it around your shoulders and pulls you toward him, so that you're now pressing your chest into the fence, too, and then he slowly slides it down to your waist. It's dangerous to linger, but neither of you can break away: as soon as one of you separates your lips, the other follows and connects them again. 

But then you hear a distant voice. It's like an electric shock—your father's coming up here. 

"Willy...” you try to say, but his lips are on yours and shuts you right away. You try to pull away, but he reacts in time to pull you back by the waist. You let go of his face and put your hands on his shoulders, sliding them down a little. You don't push him away, but you let him know it's dangerous to continue. "My father, my father... Father is coming up here!"

He pulls away immediately, throwing a quick glance behind you at the door. Ficklegrubber Sr.'s perturbations become clearer. 

"You have to go!" you whisper in panic, rising from your knees.

Willy lets you go. Again, due to the sudden movement, he tries to balance on the stairs and starts to descend. You straighten up and turn to face the door, not leaving the balcony, so that you can cover Willy and the edge of the ladder with yourself and your dress if he doesn't get down completely before your father bursts into your room. 

"That won't do, young lady!" comes from right outside the door. "Your behavior is unacceptable, and I won't have you talking to your own father like that because of that worthless little Wonka—” The door swings open, and Felix literally flies into the room, looking around for you. 

"I told you to knock, Dad." You say it nonchalantly and judgmentally, drawing attention to yourself.

"Don't snap at me! I'm going to tell you off now—” He turns toward the direction the voice is coming from, but instantly stops talking, glaring at you. You see his face stretch as he examines you from head to toe. "What... what's happened with your face?" you frown, not understanding the point of the question, but you immediately remember: your face was pressed into the fence a few moments ago, so it's definitely imprinted with its patterns now. "And... why is your lipstick so smeared?"

You're panicking. You have to come up with an answer quickly. That's when you hear the clatter of shoes hitting the ground. Followed by a barely audible rustle as the ladder was being removed. Great, Willy is already downstairs, which means you need to draw your father's attention away from the balcony so he doesn't come out and bend over to see what's going on down there.

"I ate your chocolate again and vomited. I wouldn't have made it to the restroom, but I wouldn't have thrown up right next to the bed either." You walk into the room and approach your father, stopping at his side and adding before you leave. "You want to be sure? Go take a look."

Immediately after you say that, he wrinkles his nose, a look of disgust appearing on his face. He gags, but you ignore that when you're already in the hallway. But no sooner do you get down to the first floor, bypassing your father's assistant, when you hear him come out of your room and follow you.

"Young lady!"

𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭: none.

𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐫 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭.

© 𝐚𝐲𝐲𝐤𝐨-𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐚-𝐲𝐨𝐨 — 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝. 𝐑𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠/𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧/𝐦𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐝.

[pancakeke]

fuck you fungus gnats!!! get dead and digested, idiots!!!!!!!

[authorautumnbanks]

How To Tame A Sorcerer: Side Stories (19)

Main Story

Side Stories

Multiverse Accidentally Dating

Teenage Satoru/Accidental POV

"Oi! Satoru!"

Satoru's nostrils flare as he leans back, looking up at the sky. How is InuYasha here? Why is InuYasha here? And for fuck's sake, where the hell is his hat? Jujutsu High is no place for InuYasha to be showing up at. He knows better than to leave the shrine grounds without a damn hat or bandana over his head.

This better be important. And it is a nice fall day. How many people saw him rushing over here? InuYasha's red outfit may as well be shouting, hey look at the dumbass over here jumping from building to building, because he knows InuYasha did just that.

"Who is that?" Suguru asks. The bags under his eyes are still there, but he looks more alert now. "What is that?"

"My dog," Satoru says flatly, holding up a hand. "Who doesn't know how to stay home and wait."

"Fuck you," InuYasha growls. "I ain't here cuz I wanna be. Old man said ya wasn't answering and ya need to get ya ass down to the shrine."

"What's wrong with the shrine? Is Kagome okay?" Fear takes root in his chest. Did something happen to Kagome? He'll go on a rampage, so help him. Kagome better be safe.

InuYasha snorts and crosses his arms. "Yeah, she's fine, but she's making funny faces at some…" He plops down on the floor with his hands on the ground and lifts his leg to scratch his ear. The clan symbol on full display while InuYasha scratches his ear like the dog he is.

"Is this a—"

"What do you mean, she's making funny faces? At what? Who?" Satoru pushes his glasses up and glares at InuYasha.

"Eh. The guy smells just like ya. Looks like ya, too. He ain't a kitsune. Looks older." InuYasha lifts his other leg and scratches his other ear. "Got more muscles, too." InuYasha glances at Suguru. "Who is he?"

"Suguru. My best friend." Satoru gnashes his molars together. Someone is parading around as him? Why isn't InuYasha taking this seriously? He just left Kagome alone with some wannabe?

"Excuse me," Suguru says. "Is this a talking curse?"

"No, he's my dog." How is he supposed to explain InuYasha to Suguru? Just come out and say it?

"Keh. That's not what Dad says," InuYasha goads.

"Why he adopted you is beyond me."

"Ya think ya so hot just cuz you can keep that technique up. Keh. I bet I could break through it." InuYasha leaps up and pulls his sword out.

Huh. It's red this time. Has been a while since their last spar.

"I'm not buying you any more dog treats."

"Kagome will buy them."

"No, she won't."

"Yeah, she will."

"Guys?"

"I will hollow purple your ass."

"That's a little…"

"Good luck with that, idiot," InuYasha chortles. "I'd come back from the dead just to kill you."

"So, you admit I can beat you."

"S-shut up! Are we going or what?"

"Yeah, let's go." Satoru pounds his fist into his palm. "Some wannabe is parading around as me and trying to take my girl. Gonna kill him."

"…What?" Suguru coughs. "Time out, Satoru. What is going on?" He reaches out a hand and then flinches.

"Oh, sorry, Suguru. I have it on autopilot these days." Satoru runs a hand over his hair and fusses with it. "Ugh. You ain't doing anything, just come with me. Might need backup, since my dog is useless as shit."

InuYasha snorts. "What's this about a debut party?"

"No one was talking about a party. Absolutely no one." Satoru scowls. "Useless, and you have the attention span of a gnat." Satoru groans. "It's to introduce you officially as a clan member. That's it. And you better wear your fucking hat or I'm going to cut those ears off."

InuYasha rolls his eyes. "Keh. Whatever."

"I'm so lost," Suguru mutters.

"Come on, Suguru. Keep up." That's the only warning he gives Suguru before he takes off after InuYasha. It takes far too long, in his opinion, to reach the shrine. What is with Suguru? He should have kept up easier, but he dragged behind. Satoru squeezes the back of his neck and motions to the house. "This is the shrine. Well, this is the house, but you know what I mean."

That energy…it does feel like his. Satoru clenches his fists and then unclenches them. No, don't get worked up. He needs to keep a level head about this.

"If you aren't a curse, then what are you?"

"Half-demon," InuYasha says gruffly. "But if ya tell anyone, then I guess I'll have to kill ya. Right?"

"Yeah," Satoru agrees, though his mind is focused on the familiar and yet foreign energy coming from inside the house. "Half demon, half human. I'll explain later." He removes his shades and puts them in his pocket. Things might get a little hairy. "I'll lead."

"Okay…. still don't understand what is going on," Suguru mutters.

Satoru hesitates at the door. He wants to throw it open, but Mom will get pissed if he takes the door off its hinges. He blows out a breath and opens it with more gentleness than he normally does. Everyone is gathered in the kitchen, and he isn't sensing any murderous intent.

Kagome laughs.

Okay. The murderous intent is now coming from him. He slides his shoes off and motions for Suguru to follow him. They round the corner to the kitchen and the conversation goes stale. Everyone stands around the table as if they are afraid to sit down. Or maybe in case a fight breaks out. He flexes his fingers.

He's down for a fight.

"Satoru!" Kagome greets. She's wearing another fitted white dress that goes to her ankles, but hides nothing. "We got a visitor." She motions to the older male with his stupid fitted white shirt and his stupid, amazingly sharp jawline.

Tch. He looks 100x better.

"Who is this imposter?" Satoru grunts out.

The older male snorts and leans back against the counter. "You, but older." His eyes zero in on Suguru.

Why is he looking at Suguru like that? Satoru clenches his teeth. "So, I can time travel now?" His energy is similar to his own. Basically, the same. "What happened? You wouldn't travel to the past if something didn't happen," Satoru says. His chest tightens. Did something happen to Kagome?

The older male rubs his forehead. "No. Kagome—my Kagome is fine. I'm not from this universe." His brows pull together as the frown tugs on his lips. "No time travel." He looks at Kagome. "Always forget that's a thing you did."

"Really?" Kagome tilts her body closer. "Did we not meet as children?"

"Nah, my Kagome fell from the sky into my lap." He chuckles. "So, in this verse, we met as children?" He glances over at the old man. "And you're still alive."

Syouma stiffens. "Was it a curse?" There are marks on his chest again…Satoru grimaces and swallows back the bile. This is all Suguru's fault for putting that thought in his head.

"A botched mission when I was younger."

Botched mission? "Could it have been the one InuYasha and I took for you? The one that was actually a special grade one?"

Syouma shrugs. "Perhaps. I wouldn't have sent you two on that mission had I known. Well, I wouldn't have been assigned that mission either." Syouma wraps an arm around Mom and regards the older Satoru with a look he can't decipher. "Why are you here? Being visited from another universe is unheard of. Did something occur?"

Oh no. They are fucking. Dad and Mom are sleeping together.

"Satoru," Suguru whispers. "What the hell is going on? Time travel? Different universes?"

Satoru glances over his shoulder. "That's what we're trying to figure out." He turns back and wrinkles his nose. "Kagome," Satoru whines. "I haven't seen you all day. Why are you next to him?"

The older Satoru quirks a brow and crosses his arms. His muscles bulge and is Kagome seriously staring at another's body when he is right here? He has muscles too, damn it!

"Yeah, yeah," Kagome says, moving towards him. "Oh! Suguru!" Kagome sidesteps Satoru and grabs a hold of Suguru. "You, sit down, now."

"What? I'm fine." Suguru steps back, but Kagome forces him into the chair.

"Don't move. I'm breaking out the emergency hot chocolate."

"That's my stash," Satoru grumbles.

"Well, this is going to take a while," Gramps says with a sigh. "Sota, with me. There's much to do." Gramps stares at the older Satoru. "My granddaughter gave you that locket?"

"She did," the older Satoru smiles. "I was in a tricky situation and ended up sealed, but instead of staying inside the realm where time doesn't pass, I've been to one other universe."

"Huh, are you saying the locket is sending you to different universes?" Kagome asks, as she places the mug in front of Suguru…why did she give him extra marshmallows? Is he gonna have to kick his best friend's ass?

"It's at least sending me to other universes once it receives another power boost from you. Guess I'll keep going until I make it back home."

"Strange," Gramps says. "Wonder why it is sending you elsewhere instead of breaking you out of whatever seal was placed on you."

"I'm not—"

"OH!" Kagome exclaims. "That might be because of Satoru and me."

"Huh? What did we do?"

Kagome gives him a look. "You know…that day." She shakes her head and throws her hands up. "I'll be right back."

Is she talking about their date?

"What day?" Syouma asks. His arm is still wrapped around Mom, and Satoru wants to reach over and drag him off her.

"We went on a date. Our first date," he replies. "And there may have been some ritual involved."

"Ritual," Syouma repeats. "The hell did you do?"

"A date!" Mom gushes. She claps her hands together. Satoru stares at the clan symbol etched into the lavender dress. "Oh, did you two get pictures?"

"Himari!"

"Don't Himari me. Satoru has been going around saying Kagome is his wife for years."

Gramps shakes his head and drags Sota along behind him. "InuYasha with me. I need your help with moving some items."

The older Satoru cracks his neck. "How long have you two been together?" he directs his question at Syouma, who slides his gaze over at Satoru and rolls his eyes.

"How long has it been? About 5 years now? Doesn't seem that long," Syouma replies.

"You've been sleeping with my mom?"

Suguru chortles and takes a sip of his drink when Satoru glares at him.

"We haven't been hiding it," Syouma says slowly.

"I'm disgusted."

"Found the pictures!" Kagome shouts as she comes down. She waves the pictures in the air and then places them on the table. "Satoru and I went to the Ryuren Bell of Love." The blush spreads across her face. "And turns out the legend is real. Ryuren, the dragon demon, is alive and thriving. And Benzaiten, the goddess, is alive too. They gave us a special padlock. A red one. And Benzaiten said our…" Kagome bites her lip and dips her head. "Our love transcends space and time. When we wrote our names on the lock and placed it on the fence, I felt a tug on my soul."

"Is that why you went back and prayed?" Satoru wonders out loud. His ears are burning. That felt like a confession. Does she love him too? No, he knows she loves him, but is she in love with him like he is with her?

"Yep. And now you're here," Kagome says.

The older Satoru grabs one of the pictures and holds it up. "You performed a multiverse bonding ceremony for your first date?" He chuckles and holds the picture out to Mom. "Practically married."

Married?

Kagome palms her cheeks.

So, if they are married, then….

"Don't even think about it," Syouma says. "You promised when you two are of age."

"Wow," Suguru drawls. "I'm learning so much about you, Satoru. Demons, multiverse hopping, dragons, and to top it off, you're a virgin."

"Course I am," Satoru huffs out. "The only person for me is Kagome. It's always been that way and it always will be that way."

"Satoru…"

"I'm gonna be sick," Suguru jokes. Kagome snaps her head at him and glares. She leans over and pokes him with her finger. Suguru jolts. His mouth falls open.

"Be nice," Kagome says.

"…Okay."

Satoru squints. He stares at Suguru for a moment and then at the older Satoru. Is he seeing this too? The older Satoru scratches his head and sighs.

"Well, Suguru, turns out, didn't need ya here for backup." Satoru smiles so tightly his cheeks hurt. "And look, your hot chocolate is all gone."

"Wait." The older Satoru walks over to him. "I want to talk to you before Kagome powers up the locket."

Satoru swallows. "Fine. Follow me." He throws one more look over his shoulder at Suguru and points at himself and then at Suguru. Yeah, he's gonna keep an eye on him. Satoru leads them out of the house and over to the Goshinboku.

Now then, what the hell does his adult self want to talk to him about?

***

Older Satoru/How To Tame POV

Satoru stuffs his hands into his pockets and rocks back on his heels. Seeing Suguru—seeing teenage Suguru is a trip.

"What did you want to talk about?" His younger self questions, mimicking his pose. There's a haughtiness to the way he tilts his chin up, as if daring Satoru to say the wrong thing.

Ah, this must be because of Kagome. Picking a fight with his teenage self is the last thing on his mind, so Satoru bites back the sigh and steers the conversation.

"Suguru. I take it from his demeanor. The star plasma mission has passed."

The younger Satoru's jaw ticks. "Yeah. It happened. So what, does Tengen find another host?"

"No." He stares at the tree. There's some power here. Feels ancient. "No, Tengen doesn't find another host. But I wanted to talk to you about Suguru." Satoru frowns and looks over at his younger self. "He needs you. He's struggling with the botched mission and what it means to be a sorcerer."

"The fuck does that mean? He's Suguru. We're the strongest."

"If you don't save him, there won't be a Suguru."

"What?"

This probably goes against some imaginary laws about changing the trajectory of the world, but shit, maybe he was sent here to change things? The Kagome and Satoru from that other universe weren't together, together. He likes to think that maybe they are now after the chat he had with that world's Kagome.

"Suguru deflected in my universe. Happens after he went on a mission out in the country. He rescues two twin girls there from a village that thought they were the cause of curses. Something in him snapped that night and he deflected. He was a curse user for about ten years and eventually declared war on Jujutsu High." Satoru pauses. How much is too much? "Look, the point is, Suguru is struggling right now. He doesn't know what is right. His ideals are too rigid, and the star plasma mission has him questioning everything. Suguru is the reason I was sealed. Something took over his body…his dead body and used that against me."

The younger Satoru glares at him for a moment before muttering to himself. He paces, throwing looks at him every so often. "How do I know you're telling the truth? Maybe you ain't me after all. You get a couple of things right and think—"

"Toji told you about his son Megumi. It was his last words. You haven't gone to find him yet. Better hurry before that sale date. He won't last at the Zenin compound. Not with his non-sorcerer sister. You know how the Zenins are."

The younger Satoru falters. His eyes widen.

Wow. Did he used to show every thought on his face like that? Satoru squeezes the back of his neck and blows out a breath. He's about ready to go back now. Hopefully, the boost will send him back to his Kagome and not another universe. His stomach tightens. But this Kagome made that promise. Bound them. How many universes are out there?

"Kagome is the Shikon priestess. In my world, Shippo is her adopted child and InuYasha is her ex."

"EX?" The younger Satoru gags. "That mongrel wouldn't dare." He clenches his fist and glares out at where InuYasha's energy is coming from. "I outta tell the old man to cancel that stupid coming-of-age party or whatever the hell they are calling it."

Party?

"Why would InuYasha have a party planned by Father?"

"Because he adopted InuYasha."

Satoru's lip curls back. Lovely. A universe where InuYasha is his brother.

"Look, I'll talk to Suguru…and keep an eye on him." The younger Satoru sticks his nose in the air as if he is being asked to do the impossible, but he can't lie to him. No, Satoru sees through the facade. He's afraid of a world where Suguru isn't there. A world where they aren't the strongest duo.

It's one regret he has too. Kagome would have liked Suguru.

His brows grow taunt. Maybe Suguru would have liked Kagome a little too much. What was that interaction in the kitchen?

"Don't forget about Megumi, alright. Kid is living in shit. Him and Tsumiki are all by themselves and they don't have much money." He motions with his head towards the house. "I've spent enough time here. Need to get back to my Kagome. She's pregnant and I don't know if time is flowing with all this universe hopping."

"She's pregnant? So, we do get married."

"Ah…we're not married yet. Doing things backwards, but I didn't know Kagome as long as you've known yours." A part of him is a little jealous. This version of him seems to have it all, but it's because of this version of him he and Kagome are connected through all the universes. "Thanks, by the way, for bonding yourself to Kagome."

"Don't thank me for that, stupid." His younger self frowns and then points a finger. "And when we get back in there, don't be making faces at Kagome. Got it. Stop with the smoldering shit."

"Smoldering? I wasn't making eyes with her."

"Bullshit. Flexing your muscles and shit. Cut it out."

Satoru throws his hands up. "Promise I do not want your Kagome. I only want to get back home to mine." He rolls his eyes when the younger Satoru turns his back. Seriously, be for real. Why would he want the Kagome of this world? Or any world that isn't his? They head back into the house. Satoru holds his shoes in his hands just in case they don't travel with him if he leaves them near the door.

"I'm ready to head back now," he announces, stopping in front of Syouma. Satoru hesitates for a moment and then pulls his father in for a hug. The older male grunts and pats his back. "It was nice meeting you, Himari." He hugs her as well and then turns to Kagome. Hugging Suguru is out of the question. He doesn't trust himself to not get emotional.

And those dark bags under Suguru's eyes aren't helping either.

"Okay," Kagome says, getting up from the table. "So, I just add some energy to this locket?"

He nods. "Just do your best and it should take care of the rest." He bends down so she can reach the locket. She really didn't grow even an inch from the time she was a teenager. He'll have to remember to tease Kagome about it sometime.

Kagome sucks in a breath and touches the locket. "Wow. This…was this crafted by Totosai?"

"…I'm not sure. I know she said she used some of her hair." He looks at his younger self for hopefully the last time, while Kagome charges the locket. "Take care of her."

"Tch. You ain't gotta tell me that."

He smiles as the locket glows. Kagome takes a step back and clasps her hands in front of her. Praying? The burst of energy is warm. Soothing.

He's going home. Back to his Kagome. Finally.

***

A/N: Hopefully with POV headers it wasn't too confusing. And if you are confused by the bonding ceremony, read the latest chapter of Accidentally Dating (Chapter 14). How To Tame Satoru still has the Christmas Wish and Thousand Days Universes to get through. Poor guy.

Thanks everyone for the get-well messages! I was worried I wasn't gonna be able to get this chapter out with how sick I was. Gonna start working on Thousand Days now. I had some stuff written and felt like the guys weren't suffering enough, so we'll get another one of the guys POV instead of Kagome.

Take care of yourself! Get plenty of rest and make sure to take your vitamins! And even though JJK is done now, I'll keep updating the stories until they are finished.

[danibee33]

Part II of undercover!Ghost🩶

{Part I}

cw: nsfw at the end, no explicit smut, just Ghost on his knees for reader (he’s a giver what can i say)

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• You still don’t, or can’t, open your eyes- even when Ghost tilts your chin up and you can see the dim light shining behind your eyelids. Call it spite or possibly just a deeply rooted indignation that you’ve always possessed according to your father, but we won’t get into that now.

• But you just couldn’t. For the first time, you had no intention of giving him exactly what he wanted-

• “Why now?” You ask, pulling his hands away from your face. And you’re sure you look so silly, a grown woman refusing to just open her eyes and look at the face that’s plagued your thoughts ceaselessly; but he.. is just so fucking frustrating.

• You try to turn away but that only spurns him on, wrapping his hand around your elbow- you find yourself pressed against the door, a small grunt parting your lips, one he’s more than happy to swallow in a kiss.

• And it’s far too easy to melt into him again, let his hands touch you in ways you hadn’t let anyone touch you before-

• “No, no. Don’t- do that.”, you grind out the words, pushing him back once again, or well, trying to. You’re strong, but it doesn’t do much to the solid fucking wall of muscle that doesn’t want or care to move,

• “We’re not doing this. You do not get to treat me like I barely exist and then change your mind all of a sudden when you see me in a tight dress and heels-“, you shake your head as you continue, “you don’t want me.. you want this.”

• Internally, you’re bashing your head against the wall, because why the fuck can’t you stop talking?! He’s just a guy! A man- a very tall, inhumanly strong, muscular man, who looks at you like a little gnat he can’t quite get rid of.. but has been kissing you and holding you like you meant something to him. Like this wasn’t the first time he had thought about a moment like this-

• “And that would be fine.. if you weren’t.. fucking, ugh! You!”

• Your face is clasped between his hands again, thick fingers threading through your hair, and his voice calm and low- which simultaneously soothes your nerves and lights them on fire all at once, “You’re insufferable- the way you talk to us, the way you look at us, the way you just fuckin’ walked in and managed to worm your way under everyone’s skin-“

• He watches your eyebrows knit together in confusion and anger, you’re holding back so much, he can practically feel the potential energy radiating all around you- yours and his mixing together into something deliciously volatile,

•“Your existence is probably the only goddamn thing I can’t ignore, Hel.”

• Your face softens in a way he couldn’t have predicted, in a way that causes his chest to tighten and his breath to come a little shorter.

• “You do so much for us.. just because you want to, because you like seein’ people you care for happy. You don’t make any sense to me-“

• You hang on to his every word, to the rasp in his accent, and the way he holds you,

• “People aren’t just kind without wanting somethin’ in return. But for the life of me, I can’t figure out what you want.”

• Without thought, your eyes shoot open, a whole argument just waiting at the tip of your tongue-

• He thinks you want something from them? From him? That you were only kind to the Captain, and Gaz, and Soap because you wanted something in return? What you really wanted in this moment is to shake his big, stupid shoulders, and ask him how for someone so smart and perceptive, he could be such a raging idiot-

• But you do none of those things.

• No, instead of screaming or pushing him away, cursing him out, giving him a whole piece of your mind- you stand there, speechless and wide eyed because there he was. Lieutenant Simon Riley.

• You remember thinking at one time that he must be hideous or grotesque, something to match his boorish personality- but quickly swept the idea to the side. It was childish, and you had been angry with him, you’re sure. You know Soap and the others had seen his face before, but they never gave you even a crumb of detail- so, you’re mind filled in all the gaps, constructing a face around the deep amber eyes.

• And now, all of that work.. is useless. Because he’s everything you thought he might be, and nothing like it, at the same time. His brows are a bit darker than his hair, not too thick, but enough to balance the bit of scruff that covers his lower cheeks and jaw line- scars cut this way and that, some thick, others smaller, neater. One cuts right through his bottom lip, deforming it slightly- and another, deeper one across the bridge of his nose, which looks just a bit off, broken and reset incorrectly, you assume.

• He’s handsome, not in a movie star or even conventional way- but more than that, you think. Maybe it has to do with his flaws, has to do with the soft angles of his features, harsh only because of the way he’s used to constantly wearing a slight grimace.

• You reach up, leaning into him fully as you pull his lips against yours- something odd and warm burning through you, making your head spin when he reciprocates the kiss with no hesitation. If anything, it feels all the more frenzied now, like he had half expected you to run out of the room the moment you saw his face.

• “I don’t want anything from you, you fucking idiot.” You breathe out, the words and your voice mixing with the soft sounds of your tongues and mouths searching for more, your bodies yearning for more.

• Which is how you end up across the room, sat atop the beautiful, vintage oak desk, your dress hiked up around waist, watching the formidable Ghost take a knee in front of you, “Fuckin’ hell.. are you tryin’ to kill me?”

• “Don’t give me those eyes. You can’t wear underwear in a dress like this, I didn’t do it for you..”

• His eyes are inky and half lidded as he looks up, asking permission, begging for it without a single word.

• You try to shift forward, searching for friction but finding none against the smooth surface under you- only feeling the terrible dampness that’s made your thighs sticky. And all it takes is a breathy little whimper from you, his name whispered on your lips for him to move.

• He has your thigh settled over his shoulder and his face buried between your legs before the small yelp can escape- one hand smacking over your mouth and the other immediately grabbing his hair, “Jesus, Ghost- ah- fuck.”

• You hear and feel him breathe you in before a deep growl reverberates through his chest, wrapping a big hand over the thigh on his shoulder, and pushing the other open farther- another quiet groan leaving him when he finally sees what a mess you are.

• The first long stripe he makes with his tongue feels like a warning, the wet heat of him lapping at you has your cunt clenching vainly around nothing, an ache you’re not sure you had ever felt blooming deeper than you thought you possible.

• With that one taste, you’re suddenly jerked forward, your ass coming to rest right at the very edge- it forces you to prop one hand out behind you now, shakily leaning your weight into it as he begins to devour you.

• Which there’s no better word for it, he licks and nips, alternating between savoring you, eyes darting up to watch your head loll back and your chest heave before he suckles harshly at your clit- your poor little bundle of nerves already puffy and swollen, overly sensitive to his ministrations-

• “Oh, god- Simon, wait- wait-“ you swear you had only just begun to feel the pressure spooling low in your tummy before it implodes suddenly and violently.

• The radiating pleasure causes your legs to tremble and your breaths to come out as little more than pathetic pants- your fingers clutching at a handful of his hair so hard you’re surprised you hadn’t pulled it out by now.

• But he doesn’t seem to mind, his tongue still totally fixated on your weeping cunt, but instead of working feverishly, he’s back to lapping up your juices- humming into your center as he rubs his palm back and forth over the goosepimpled skin of your thigh. It’s a myriad of sensations, all of them lulling you even further the warmth of your high-

• “Been awhile, sweet girl? Or are you that responsive for everyone?” Ghost chuckles, flattening his tongue over your folds one more time before tearing himself away, unabashedly admiring his handiwork.

• You really do try to give your best glare when you manage to summon enough energy to look down at him, but it melts away at the sight of his lips pulled into a boyish grin, glistening and flushed a deep shade of pink. That’s how you watch him kiss your inner thigh, his eyes steady on yours even when he pauses to leave a little mark behind.

• “Very funny..” You bite back, a crimson blush coloring your neck and cheeks at the idea of telling him the truth-

• Thankfully, he doesn’t give time to dwell on it, standing to his full height, he gently lifts you off the desk- holding you close as he readjusts your gown to cover your lower half, though the fabric does little to fix the uncomfortable wetness that only seems to be growing.

• And the kiss he gives you afterward certainly does absolutely nothing to quell your arousal- because it’s slow and wonderful and you can’t help but to whimper at the taste of your own musk on his tongue,

• “C’mon, love.” He sweetly urges, swiping his thumb across your bottom lip before taking your hand, “before they send the whole bloody Calvary to get us.”

• You replace your ear piece with shaky fingers, thoroughly thrown off your game and glad to be going back to base- a bit of distance could do you both some good, couldn’t it? Though, he doesn’t seem to have the same sentiment, holding you closer than before until you step out into the courtyard- where you both know Johnny is still perched somewhere high above.

• “Bleedin’ Jesus, about damn time- boss is right pissed with ye for going dark like that.” Soap’s voice through comms gives you something to anchor yourself to, aside from Ghost’s lingering touch.

• He heckles you for a while longer, up until you’re in climbing into the back seat, settling yourself as much as you could- forever grateful for the darkness that envelopes you both.

• And as much as you want to stay away from him, give him space- you still find your head leaned against his broad shoulder, reveling in his immense size and warmth,

• “You did so good, Hel.”

• “Hm.. You weren’t so bad yourself, Ghost.”

+++++ bonus scene 🫢 ++++++

• Ghost had walked with you back to your rooms, not entirely unaware of the turmoil that had bloomed in your mind and refused to leave. He knew you were being uncharacteristically non-hyperverbal, and he had wanted to say something, he wanted you to invite him inside, he wanted, wanted to talk to you, wanted something more than the quiet you were giving him- though he would gladly take whatever you gave him at this point.

• But, that’s not what happened. You only looked up at him with those big, bright eyes- and apologized.

• He tried to ask you why you would ever be sorry, tried to ask what you were sorry for, because he would be lying if he didn’t feel some pang of insecurity- but this wasn’t about him, and he was wise enough to see that.

• So, he let you plant a chaste kiss on his cheek, let you close the door before tugging the balaclava he had been clinging to and stalking off down the hall.

• “Simon! Hey.. where’s our lil’ LT?” Johnny had stuck his head out of the lounge doorway, a bag of crisps in hand.

• All Ghost could do is shrug, backpedaling to follow after Soap, and snagging a beer from the fridge,

• “In her room. Any news about the phone?”

• They go back and forth for while, though somehow, the conversation keeps circling back to you.

• “She’s a good one..” Johnny says between sips of beer, “Y’know what she told me one time? It was that night we all went out!” He claps a big hand down on Simon’s knee, his laughter loud and full of fondness over the memory- “We were right pissed, eh?”

• Yes, Ghost remembers that night, remembers watching you and Johnny play pool against Price and Garrick- even when you lost, you had the biggest smile on your face as you bought everyone a round.

• He remembers how you tried to help Soap up to the lounge, but you both ended up on the floor in a fit of annoying giggles-

• “I asked her, why she never went on dates, never brought a guy around- not even friends. And she said she’s never had a relationship, never been with a man, never been with anyone.”

• Ghost thinks in that moment it would be better if Johnny had just shot him point blank in the chest with how tightly his lungs contract, his grip on the near empty amber bottle growing so tight he thought he could hear the glass want to give under the pressure.

• Soap is none the wiser to his friend’s downward spiral, still chattering in that lighthearted way of his,

• “Said she never had time for it! Can ye believe that shite? Maybe I should be more like her- might not still be a sergeant if I were..”

• He goes on, but the words fade away, lost in the sound of blood rushing through Simon’s ears.

• You were right, he is a fucking idiot.

++++

>>> [part iii]

OHHH NO. If it isn’t the consequences of my own actions🥲

I’m already thinking about part 3. But, hey! Thank you for supporting my insatiable brain worm, this fandom is my home away from home at this point. ♥️

and @ajadell, your comment was all I needed to keep this going 🫶🏻🫶🏻

(Inspired by this song)

[camels-pen]

For the prompt thing:

How about Sanji or Zoro being jealous of how much time the other spends with Usopp.

Or

Zoro/Sanji being impressed by how skilled Usopp is because he saves him/them in battle or something.

(Your writing is really good btw)

thank you for the prompts 💚 and im glad you like my writing :D

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There was a tremble in his arms. In his bones.

The beating of his heart drowned out everything else. Nothing but the odd bump babump bababump.

His body started to feel light. His head too.

His vision flickered a moment. Then two. Hearing was next, he thought, but he wasn’t sure.

Just as his breathing stuttered, his vision was filled with brown boots.

Someone was calling his name. Someone familiar.

He looked up.

Oh.

“Zoro! Hey!” The familiar voice and distant sound of rapidly growing plants soothed his aches like a balm. “Answer me, you bastard!”

“‘ere,” he said, fighting against his fluttering eyelid. “‘m awake.”

“Good! You better stay awake until I get you to Chopper!” Usopp shouted, readying his slingshot with a quick glance backwards. Zoro went to nod, but nearly sent himself falling over.

At some point, he’d ended up on his knees, swords on the ground next to him in a loose grip. He didn’t remember that happening. Regardless, he wouldn’t leave Usopp to fight alone no matter how much blood he’d lost. He started to tighten his grip, to pick himself up, but paused when Usopp spoke again.

“Don’t, you idiot! Let me handle them!” 

He looked up again. “Not leaving you to—”

“Give me a break,” Usopp said with a laugh, letting another shot fly. Moments later, a line of bamboo shot up out of the ground followed by pained screams. He turned and jabbed a thumb in his chest. “These guys are hardly a challenge for the Great Usopp!”

“Not them…” Zoro trailed off. He gritted his teeth, the pain forcing him to stay conscious. “Big fish,” he said quickly, quietly.

Usopp squatted in front of him. He lightly patted Zoro’s arms and chest, not enough to really do an injury check, rather just brushing over the larger and more visible wounds all across his front. Usopp’s gaze stayed on Zoro’s. “I know,” he whispered. “I can feel them too.”

“Feel—?” Zoro’s eyes widened. “Usopp, when did—?”

“Later, okay?” Usopp gave him a soft grin. “For now, just let me handle this.”

And what was Zoro to say to that, except, “She turns into a bloodsucking gnat.” 

“Mosquito, I’m a mosquito!” shouted the gnat woman, her voice echoing across the clearing. “And quit flirting, it’s annoying!”

This was the moment where Usopp’s knees would start to shake, or his entire body would tremble, or he would start muttering about how he didn’t want to die from a gnat woman. 

Instead, Usopp simply held his gaze and cupped his cheeks. Zoro hardly noticed the blood on his palms, through the warmth seeping into his skin. “I’ll take you to Chopper soon, don’t pass out until then.”

There was a kiss on his forehead. Then another to his bleeding temple. A third, above his left eyebrow, at the tip of his scar. Zoro’s brows furrowed. “‘Sopp?”

Usopp shushed him lightly and continued, slow and unhurried. He pressed a kiss between Zoro’s brows and Zoro couldn’t help it. His face smoothed out and he started to relax under Usopp’s attention. “Thought… wanted me to… awake?” he said, his aim for an irritated grumble completely missed and came out more like a contented sigh. 

Still, Usopp stayed silent. Zoro’s eyelid was fluttering again, but he could recognize the determination in his eyes.

“That’s it!” the gnat woman shouted. “You’re dead!”

There was a high pitched zipping sound and Zoro stiffened. “She’s com—”

In one swift movement, Usopp turned and fired. The gnat woman made some kind of choked noise and Zoro heard a series of small thuds before she skidded close enough for him to see. There was a trickle of blood running down her face and a rather large indent in her temple. One of Usopp’s Lead Stars was rolling around, not far away.

Zoro’s eye widened. He knew Usopp was good—he never doubted his ability in sniping—but that was… wow. The woman was about the size of a Tontatta, yet Usopp knocked her out of her high speed attack like it was nothing. And with a single shot, no less.

Although, he shouldn't be surprised. He huffed in place of a laugh. What was that line Usopp used to say?

“Even a mouse’s eye,” Zoro said, sheathing his swords. “You’re amazing… you know that?”

Usopp sputtered, turning back to Zoro. “I’ll take the compliment, but please don’t bring up Sogeking. I’m strong enough to not need him anymore!” he said, practically whining. 

“You are,” Zoro said, the words easy and immediate. “Strong enough to show off, even.”

“Ah, that was—” Usopp scratched his cheek, looking away.“I-I needed to draw her out, and I thought it’d be fitting, y’know? After seeing the way she was hurting you with her tricks.” 

Liar, Zoro thought fondly. Aloud, he said, “We should kiss.”

Usopp laughed, his face splitting into a brilliant smile. “Sorry Zoro, you know the rules. Make outs are for after medical treatment.” 

Zoro grumbled. Chopper wasn’t even here and Zoro wasn’t about to kick it. “You shouldn’t listen to him as much.”

“You should listen to him more.”

Usopp hoisted Zoro into his arms with ease, one hand under his knees and one around his shoulders. Zoro rested his head against Usopp’s chest with a sigh. “S’rry,” he mumbled, the fight against unconsciousness growing harder with each step his boyfriend took. 

“Apology not accepted.” Usopp leaned down to leave a peck on his nose. “I’ll come to your rescue anytime, just like I know you’ll come to mine.”

[thegnat]

seeing the exclusive t-shirt you get for attending the sun and the star tour and being like damn i want an exclusive t-shirt. but only in theory. cause i think it’s kinda ugly ngl i would never wear that?

[wannab-urs]

Congrats on 1.5k! So deserved!! 🖤

To celebrate, I'd love a drabble. Any Pedro boy will do!

Keep rocking & being awesome, gorgeous! 🖤😘

Thank you so so so much <3 I hope you like this ahhhh

Save a Horse... Or Whatever

Pairing: Jack "Agent Whiskey" Daniels x Reader

Summary: Whiskey got hurt on a mission and he comes into your lab to get patched up.

Warnings: Jack Daniels being allowed to speak, medical shit that is completely bullshitted, one mention of blood, some talk of like digging around in a wound, etc, Whiskey calls you Soda pop and Sugar. Technically you're Agent Soda. Brief descriptions of oral m!receiving. No use of y/n, reader isn't gendered (I don't think?) WC: 900

A/N: I kind of think I'll turn this into a full one shot at some point? This is unbeta'd sorry!

Jack Daniels Masterlist | Main Masterlist | AO3 | Kofi

You really did not expect to end up with Agent Whiskey’s cock in your mouth today. Maybe you’d thought about it before, maybe hoped the opportunity would present itself at some point, but certainly not today. 

–-

He left your field office this morning for what was supposed to be a simple mission. Go in, shoot the fuckers, take the briefcase, call in the clean up crew. Simple, easy, something he’d done a hundred times. But somehow it got fucked up six ways from Sunday and he ended up limping his sorry ass into your lab, carrying the brief case but also dragging his left leg. 

“Howdy, Soda Pop. Reckon you could fix up my leg?” He flashes you his trademark sideways smile and a wink, before his face crumples and his legs nearly give out from under him. 

“Fuck, Whiskey! What in the hell happened to you?” You run over to help him, grabbing his thick arm and heaving him onto your examination table. 

“Let’s just say I did not receive a Kentucky welcome.” 

“Clearly. Can you take your jeans off, or am I gonna have to cut you out?” Whiskey smirks at you again and you brace yourself for whatever is about to come out of his mouth. 

“Well now, Soda Pop, thought you’d at least take me out to dinner before you tried to get in my pants. Think I can manage to get naked for ya though, sugar.” 

“Jesus fucking Christ, Whiskey you’re literally bleeding out,” you chastise him as he pulls off his belt. He winces as he shucks his blood stained jeans down his thighs, panting a little with the effort.

You try desperately not to show how much it turns you on. The guy you’ve harbored a bit of a crush on for years stripping down right in front of you… Who could blame you, honestly?

“Fuck! Soda, I’m too weak to whip a gnat. You’re gonna have to pull ‘em the rest of the way.” He collapses back on the table, jeans sitting not even half way down his thighs. 

You huff an annoyed breath and roll your eyes. “Shoulda just let me cut them off, idiot.” You pull off his ridiculous designer cowboy boots and yank his jeans the rest of the way down. You head over to your storage cabinet and grab some alcohol wipes, a pair of forceps, and a Beta Gel shot. 

Stepping between his parted legs, you clean his wound with the wipes as carefully as you can. His breath hitches in what you assume is pain and he digs his nails into his palms. “Alright, Whiskey, I gotta dig the bullet fragments out now. I can give you a pain shot, but your leg will be numb for the rest of the day. Up to you.” 

He props himself up on his elbows and waggles his eyebrows at you. “Don’t need a shot, sugar. I can handle it.” 

You raise a very skeptical eyebrow, but grab the forceps anyway. As you start the process of removing metal fragments from his leg, Whiskey sucks in a breath and his head falls back between his shoulder blades. You initially think it’s from pain. “Sure you can handle it, cowboy?” 

“Oh yeah, baby doll. I can handle it.” You eye him suspiciously, before trailing your eyes back down to where you’re working on his leg. Something catches your attention though. 

“Jack Daniels,” you say sternly. “Are you fucking getting off on this?” His cock is half hard in his boxer briefs. 

“And what if I was? Pretty girl, fixin’ me up, touchin’ me all over…” He trails off. 

“That why you became an Agent, Whiskey? You got a pain kink?” You resume pulling the pieces of the bullet out of his leg, nearly done now anyway. 

“Just ignore it, sugar. It’ll go away,” his voice is raspy, rough as if he’d been yelling and so low you feel it in your gut. You pull the last bit of the bullet out, grab the beta gel shot, and stab it into his thigh. 

His cock jumps in his underwear and he falls flat back on the table, letting out a slight whimper. 

“And what if I don’t want it to go away, Whiskey?” You don’t move from between his thighs. In fact, you step in closer, trail your hands up the outsides of his thighs and press your thumbs in. 

His head perks up at that and he meets your eyes, a cocky grin spreading across his face. “Well then, Soda pop… How’d you like to ride home on a real cowboy?” 

“That’s a terrible line, Whiskey. I really hope you don’t use that often.” 

“Only once or twice, sugar.” You roll your eyes, but hook your fingers into the waistband of his briefs anyway. You pull them down and his cock springs out, hitting his belly with a thwack. “Jesus, Jack, how do you walk around with that thing?” 

“Bowlegged,” he deadpans. You snort a laugh and take him in your hand, wrapping your fingers around his obscene girth. You dip your head and lick a stripe up the underside of his cock before wrapping your lips around the tip and sliding down as far as you can in one smooth motion. 

–-

And that is how you ended up with Whiskey’s cock in your mouth today.  Next time you’re aiming to end up in his bed. 

[twigg96]

Blame

Rating: T+

Fandom: Red Dead Redemption

Relationships: Hosea Matthews & Arthur Morgan, Arthur Morgan & Dutch Van der Linde, Hosea Matthews & Arthur Morgan & Dutch Van der Linde, Implied Hosea Matthews/Dutch Van der Linde

Characters: Arthur Morgan, Hosea Matthews, Lenny, Dutch Van der Linde

Tags: Canon Compliant, Arthur Morgan Has Tuberculosis, Arthur Morgan Deserves Happiness, Mentioned Hosea Matthews, Mentioned Lenny, Mentioned Dutch van der Linde, Dutch van der Linde Has a Plan, Arthur Morgan POV, Arthur vents, Hosea's grave, Grief/Mourning, Loss, Loss of Parent(s), Angst, Hurt No Comfort, Post-Chapter 5: Guarma (Red Dead Redemption 2), Short, Short One Shot, Dutch loves Hosea, crazy Dutch, Dialogue Heavy

“I don’t blame you.” 

Arthur wheezed standing at the foot of a grave. Bugs flew around him buzzing in his ears. The swarms so thick Arthur had resorted to using his bandana to keep the gnats from choking him and aggravating his already rattling cough. The tombstone was worn from the heavy rains and dense humidity of Lemoyne.

“I don’t blame you fer dying. Not anymore.” He hissed through clenched teeth “I don’t blame you fer how things are turning out. I know it weren’t your fault. You couldn’t o’ known how sick Dutch would get when you left.” Arthur paused looking out past the graves into the pitch blackness of the night. Only his little camp fire burning provided enough light to see Hosea’s name etched into the wooden makeshift grave.

“I just wish I woulda taken you more seriously. Not for granted.” Arthur’s voice hitched tilting his head to the crab grass he knelt on so his hat covered his face and cast shadows down his eyes to hide the tears Hosea couldn’t see.

“I wish we coulda gotten that job done right. Taken that boat to Tahiti and not that god forsaken island.” Arthur hissed gripping the grass tight in his fingers. Reaching for Hosea but never finding him there. 

“I blame you for watchin’ as things got bad and only tellin’ John and I ta run and never worrying about yourself.” 

A sob cracked his resolve and pulled a chain of bloody coughs from his throat tearing and pulling at his lungs creating new scars he could never hope to see.

“I blame you for standing beside Dutch urging me to stay and work when Eliza and Isaac were alive. I don’t blame you for their deaths it would be idiotic if I did. But, I blame you for never speaking up when Dutch’s fix to the problem was more work. Like I was a damned mule and it was expected of me.” 

Lifting his bandana enough Arthur turned spitting blood off into the distance towards his camp. 

“I blame you for not telling me dying hurts so god damned bad.” 

He sighed wiping the tears that stung his eyes. 

“I ain’t mad. I just wish you could tell me if it was ok to be afraid…” 

He whispered sitting back on his heel Arthur sighed. The sounds of the city in the distance danced and mixed with the chirps of birds waking long before the sunrise in the early morning hours. “Because I am… scared. Things are changing so damned fast.” Coughing into his hand Arthur took a long shaky wheezing breath that had his ribs aching in Pain.  “I’m dying. And I’m afraid I’m leaving everyone alone to die alongside me in a river of blood.”

A beat passed. Lifting a hand to his head Arthur pushed down his hat reading the writing illuminating on the wood. 

“This needs to end. One way or another Hosea… it needs to end. But I don’t think I’m strong enough anymore to stop the train on my own. Even if I was I don’t know if I’d ever want to.”

Sniffling deep Arthur rose to his feet closing his eyes as a rare breeze cut through Lemoyne bathing him in cool soothing air. Wrapping him softly an embrace and comfort. Hosea’s arms wrapping tight around him one last time.

“Sorry I couldn’t have told ya sooner. I better be heading back in the morning. Been gone from camp fer round a month now…. Oh Christ so much had happened since… well. You know.” 

Arthur sighed walking over to his bedroll. Kneeling low he laid down admiring the flickering of the flames dancing in the corner of his eyes and across the two graves that lay so close to him. 

“You’d be damned proud of John. He’d slowly coming into himself. Trying for that boy of his. And Sadie and Charles… they stepped up more than I can say.”

Laying an arm across his face Arthur sighed once more, phlegm and blood caught in his throat pulling one last fit from his chest. 

“I’ll tell you all about it when I come back this way next time. Hopefully this time I won't keep you waiting.” Arthur hummed, his voice graveled and phlegmy. "Good night Hosea. Good night Lenny."

[kingtrash-fox]

Thinking about infinite and Mephiles in a they can see through the 4th wall very far in a meta sense kinda way again and infinite 100% hates himself after forces. Especially if he knows he’s actively being mocked over stupid things like a non canon fight or a corny line he said once.

Like whatever self hype he had for himself died the moment Sonic came back along with another version of himself and that one guy he actively could not kill for done reason.

He knows damn well he’s an idiot for leaving Sonic alive but after forces he knows damn well 90% of the other villain have done the same and yet he’s the exception cause he was too edgy.

He 100% hates seeing ship art of him and gadget as a couple especially considering that Mobian was more a gnat that kept messing up every step of the way,

(This isn’t me hating on the ship, I don’t see the appeal but yall do yall but I know damn well he would hate it)

He hates everyone that mocks him for being in the “meta era” whatever that means and he hates being mocked for exsisting. His inferiority complex just evolves into self deprecation cause even when handed a chance in the calendar event to get back at everyone he’s like “what’s the fucking point the shit ain’t gonna go well” and just stays in Null Space.

He had one chance to make him proud of himself and honor his fallen teammates, and be cool as a bonus, and immediately became the butt of the joke unceremoniously.

On the opposite side of the coin we have Mephiles who’s more remembered for being named after a state or city and Fortnite (no hate to the dubs i just have this gut feeling you mention Tennessee he will kill you) rather than his role in throwing reality to hell in 06.

The worst part is he has been trapped in goddamn limbo for a nearly 2 decades and knows that one half of him is in another dimension entirely, the shell of his true self (this is a theory btw) became the time eater, and he’s been trapped in the thing ever since his timeline was erased.

And the worst part is everyone is glad he’s gone even if they don’t remember him. Shadow didn’t recognize him and not only kicked his ass within 2 minutes, he also knew exactly how to mock him, at this point he probably doesn’t even wanna destroy anything he just wants to leave this hell and exist again only for him to be permanently condemned until hopefully maybe 06 gets remade from the ground up and that’s a big if since we know how Sonic Team feels about half the shit in 06 that isnt Mephiles

What I’m building up to is that these two would be the perfect duo because they would be the only ones to truly understand each other: the mockery, the parody’s, the outright ignorance of their debut existences. Infinite and Mephiles remind me of Goku black and Zamasu but instead of it being like “we have the same goal and vibe” it’s more “you are the only one who can understand and respect me”

Both lost their other parts, their minds, even their chance to exist.

It would be foolish not to try and make this team up work, to make themselves known in the best light of the present, rather than the black light of the past.

Or they would hate each other on sight cause ego or sumthin I dunno with how everyone perceives these two

But like if you exist outside of time and space…

You 100% know how people see you even if you’re not there

[multi-lefaiye]

OC IN FIFTEEN OR FEWER TAG

slowly trying to catch up on stuff i've been tagged in lmao

anyway!! i was tagged by @jezifster aaand someone else i think??? oops. my brain is blank rn.

Rules: Share 15 or fewer lines of dialogue from an OC, ideally lines that capture the character/personality/vibe of the OC. Bonus points for just using the dialogue without other details about the scene, but you're free to include those as well!

ANYWAY doing this for eden bc of course i am, he is my special man. various lines of dialogue he's said in shit i've written for him:

"Daddy dearest did not like annoying little upstarts who do not know their place... so he made sure to show me mine."

"I was just making sure you did not come out dangerously deformed this time. You’re no use to me if you die after five minutes."

"You couldn’t bite through the skin of an apple without help."

"Did you need something? I seem to have an annoying gnat in my ear distracting me from my work."

"I did not realize a goddess could be such a worthless coward."

"My friend, I think we are traveling with idiots."

"You are not stupid, don't say that. You simply lack practice. I will help you."

"That was incredible! ... For your first spell, I mean. You need more practice. But it was a good start."

"Did you know that our pupils dilate up to 50% when looking at something we like? I... I thought that was interesting."

"My poor friend here was born with glass bones and paper skin! You must have pity for her. She is simply too frail for labor."

"Are you usually this stupid? Or are you just like that for me?"

"I have not been sleeping well... but, ah, I will be fine. Too much work to do."

"The only place Abdiel Linnaeus should be is hell."

"That's Doctor Linnaeus to you, you fucking ingrate."

"No, the doctorate is not fucking for show, you imbecile. I worked hard to get here, and you will show me respect."

i love him <3

aaaand tagging, with no pressure to any of y'all: @skitzo-kero @albatris @anexor @vacantgodling @void-botanist AND YOU... DEAR READER!!! 💕