#haven't even heard this yet but yeet

[holorform2009]

I'm gonna finish Platonic yandere DC x Brud!reader. Cuz I ain't done yet bro.

Let's get right into it!

It was nighttime as you carefully closed the door and tip toe your way out of this house, how did get here? Well, they put in the orphanage because they can not find your parents anywhere but what the hell is a parent anyway? Your tiny brain could not comprehend what that is.

You snapped from your thoughts when your feet hit a bucket causing it to fall and roll away, not wanting to wake the others you quickly chased the bucket to grab it and place it down gently.

Huh. This bucket looked liked your bucket when Simon ate your head that includes the bucket on your head that you liked to call it as hat. With a small smile, you placed it on your head instead of the floor. You stood up and adjust your so called hat a bit before continuing your escape from this orphanage, you don't know what orphanage mean but you wanted to get out of this place. You are not comfortable here.

Is it because of what happened?

No.

Don't think about it.

He won't find you here.

But you needed to leave this place.

You don't feel safe here.

you raised your hand up to trace your fingers over the white bandage on your head that covers your large bite mark, did they also tend your other injury too? Simon did bit you in the abdomen after all. Your eyes glanced down to your chest and see a white cloth wrapped around your torso, ah. So they did after all. Good to know. Anyway, back to escaping.

You wandered around the halls, trying to find the door that leads to exit when suddenly you felt a wall make contact to your forehead causing you to let out a pained noise. Or rather a song out of your mouth. "🎶🎵🎵🎶🎵🎶🎶❕"

Your hand quickly slapped your mouth shutting your lips, remembering that the others are asleep and you did not want them to alert the tall lady that you are trying to leave.

You stepped back, distancing yourself from the wall as you tried not to cry from the impact you had on your forehead.

As you continue to find the exit, you see a window..

You have a plan, and it's a very dumb one.

You YEET yourself out the window!

Just kidding, you didn't!

You slowly open the window and started to climb. Successfully escaped the orphanage!

Now all you need to do is find a place that makes you feel safe and not like this orphanage they sent you here. With that said, you started your journey to find a safe place that makes you feel very comfortable.

But haven't you realize that it is dangerous to walk alone at night? Well. You don't! Because your brain is really really small. Yes. You are calling yourself stupid.

You are stupid but that doesn't mean you don't know what's going on around you. What was the reason you left the orphanage? Well that's because you feel suspicious about that lady. That's why you feel unsafe. As you were walking you heard what it sounds like a cape swishing in the air, and it sounds like it is right beside you.

You stopped in your tracks as you look to your right.

No one.

Ok.

Maybe you are starting to get paranoid.

But who can blame you?

You literally watched your friends died by the hands of Wenda and from black but there are other sprunki that made it out alive though, and you were one of them. So hearing that noise really makes you shiver in fear from the thought of someone is watching you in the shadows.

You can feel your heart beating fast like Oren's heart exposed when Wenda opened his ribcage, sweat started to build up on your head as you tried not to have a panic attack in the middle of the night. You told yourself over and over again that it's not him. It's NOT him.

You shakily opened your mouth to take a deep breath before exhaling. You closed your eyes for second before opening them again, you count your finger one to ten to distract you from panicking even more. The nurse told you to count your fingers if you are having this kind of situation, that time at the hospital, something triggered you. It's none other than the black top hat sitting innocently on the table as if it didn't do anything to you, seeing the hat makes you scream, cry, and scratch yourself. Harming yourself as a result. But that's fine, you don't feel pain after all. When the nurse saw your reaction to the top hat, she immediately hover her palms over your eyes. She noticed that you are scared of that black top hat which it makes the nurse curious about your past trauma. What made you to react like that? Did something happen?

She was about to ask you but then she remember you are currently having a panic attack, she can ask you later.

And it turns out, she didn't get to ask you.

Now back to the present, you are currently counting your fingers again and again. You didn't even noticed the eyes of the vigilante is on you. Watching you in the shadows.

Why are you walking at night? Especially alone? Aren't kids supposed to be in bed sleeping? He wondered if you were kidnapped or something, is that why your appearance is like that? And you managed to escape from your captors?

Questions and possibilities started to form in his mind as he watched you from afar. Suddenly, he hears a faint footsteps behind him, and he already knows who it belongs to. "Who are you looking at, Timmy?" Came from dick's teasing tone. "A kid who has a bandage on their head and is currently counting their fingers."

"What" Nightwing looked to where Ti— ahem. Red robin is looking at. "Wait. I know that kid." Tim looked at him as he raised a brow at him, and says "You know them?"

"That's the kid who had a huge bite mark in their head" he replied. Tim's eyes widen, shock written in his face. "I'm sorry? That kid had a what now?" Great. The coffee got the best of him. Maybe he should stop his caffeine addict...

Meanwhile.

With you.

You are trying your best not to harm yourself like you did in the hospital as you feel you are being watched by two eyes. You told yourself that you are just being paranoid right now and you need to suck it up and continue to what you are doing outside.

You let out a deep breath once more, before starting to walk to find what you are looking for. Leaving you clueless about the two vigilantes following you.

[demon-of-the-ancient-world]

Dune dashboard simulator

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🤖justice-4-machines Follow

friendly reminder that the butlerian jihad was an atrocity and violation of human rights :))

🌌spice-snorter2828 Follow

Tell me you know nothing about the Butlerian Jihad without telling me you know nothing about the Butlerian Jihad

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🤴imperial-bussy Follow

I know I know eat the rich and all that but have you SEEN Shaddam IV in his 20s????? we didn't stand a chance

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🐛shai-hulud-bignaturals Follow

🌏idont-likesand Follow

...fellas is it time for a second butlerian jihad yet?

🤺weirding-gay Follow

I'm crying didn't he literally purge his 30th planet TODAY?? you're sick

🦠 gaydi-prime-ribs Follow

ppl saying kill as if they could even if they tried lmao

🏜 treading-rhythmically Follow

"people are choosing fuck when he doesn't even fuck his own wife??? as if" skill issue. im here & im pegging him.

🧿realwormrider Follow

Okay in all seriousness this is fucked up. I know people cope in different ways but he is LITERALLY a dictator and a colonizer. People like you who make light of that is the REASON SHIT LIKE THIS HAPPENS!!! Maybe YOU haven't suffered at the hands of his holy war yet but ffs have some compassion for those who have

🏜 treading-rhythmically Follow

or you could just...block the emperor muad'dib tag?? the best you can do in times like these is curate your own life to the best of your abilities my dude

🧿realwormrider Follow

Or OTHER PEOPLE could just NOT SEXUALIZE DICTATORS!!!! Also - what about the WOMEN in his life who are currently also suffering because of him??? no love for them I see??

🏜 treading-rhythmically Follow

ok im gonna sexualize him though

🐛shai-hulud-bignaturals Follow

@/realwormrider make your own post why don't you

🏄‍♂️surfin-thedunes Follow

@/realwormrider wants to fuck him so bad it makes them look stupid

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💧freminomenon Follow

Sigh. some idiot brought a fucking shield into the Sietch. time to evacuate while a motherfucking grandfather of a worm demolishes it ig.

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🍝sandworm-spaghetti Follow

*reminds a kindergartener to use their indoor voice but they're the kwizatz haderach and use their Indoor Voice From The Outer World to yeet my ass into the maw of the Maker*

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🎆arena_girllll Follow

Once again because apparently this HAS to be said: REGULAR FETISH GEAR IS *NOT* GEIDI PRIME APPROPRIATION!!!! There is a world of difference between our traditional clothing and bondage stuff. I'd argue that insinuating they're the same thing or even similar is far worse. If you want proper examples of GP clothing my ask box is open, if you're going to "defend" a culture from appropriation get your facts from someone WITHIN THAT CULTURE for fucks sake

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💋tleilaxu-catgirl-meow Follow

Heard Thufir Hawat had to milk a cat to get the poison out of his body...not to be That Girl but hmmm could've milked me instead and I wouldn't be mad

👽simpin4sandworms Follow

Where's that guy who calls for a second Butlerian Jihad on cursed horny posts?

🐮tired-ass-bullfighter Follow

hate to break it to you op but i'm pretty sure this didn't happen and is actually just harkonen propaganda

not saying it couldn't happen though live your dreams

🌵bless-themaker-bless-hiswater Follow

by the Mahdi you people are dogs. i will reblog as usual.

🪐ix-the-tenth Follow

none of these words are in the oc bible

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🐀muaddib-did-nothing-wrong Follow

PAUL ATREIDES IS LITEARLLY DISABLED YOU GUYS!!! I CAN'T STOP YOU HATING ON HIM BUT ABELIST "JOKES" HAVE NO PLACE HERE!!!!!

🌺settler-of-kaitan Follow

...since when tf is he disabled

✋i-must-fear Follow

He literally has??? no eyes????

🌺settler-of-kaitan Follow

Ok but he can still see though

✨not-a-fedaykin Follow

sigh. not me being the one to explain AGAIN that his oracular vision is a disability aid, not something that erases it entirely. from what I understand he sees a couple seconds into the future by use of prescience, it's not the same thing as Actual Sight. (not a supporter, just someone with an unfortunate hyperfixation)

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🏞 caladan-fake-news Follow

Shame Paul Mudad'dib Atreides became a Spice-addicted despot bc I bet he would've made some sick podcasts if given the chance

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☢️blessthecumming&goingofhim Follow

THE MUDAD'DIB WAS AN IMPORTANT FREMEN SYMBOL *LONG BEFORE* YOU-KNOW-WHO . ME HAVING A MOUSE TATTOO DOES *NOT* MAKE ME A SUPPORTER OF P*** A****** OR HIS GOVERNMENT. I HATE ALL OF YOU.

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🪰 melange-maxxing Follow

soooooo apparently there's a stone burner on arrakis now :) if I don't post for a while its bc i'm on the waitlist for tleilaxu eyes fyi

💧freminomenon Follow

this post is 8 months old should we be worried?

✨not-a-fedaykin Follow

Not true op. pls stop spreading incorrect information without a source, you're no better than the people who claim they brought back duncan idaho

🌴fear-is-the-dick-killer Follow

ummmmmm they literally did bring Duncan Idaho back???? don't claim information is false when YOU haven't done your research maybe???

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♟real-harkonnens-dni Follow

Guys....I know I said I wouldn't do rpf but the new transcript of the conversation before Paul's ascension that just came out??? I'm tempted to jump on the threesome train and write Shaddam/Paul/Feyd-Rautha it's actually destroying my sleep schedule.

In this translation the term Shaddam uses to describe Leto I COULD translate to "honorable" but some say it COULD translate to something closer to "beloved"????????? I'm???

So it got me thinking...if..you know...he and Leto I....what would he think of Paul, his only living descendent? (and don't come at me with the "he's underage stuff", HE WAS 18) ahhhhhhh idk maybe I'm too deep into this but I wanna see the 3 of them together so badly 😭😭

♟real-harkonnens-dni Follow

OKAY OKAY I DID IT! I GAVE IN

Last Drop of Blood

Shaddam IV/ Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen/ Paul Atreides, 9K, Rated E [WILL CROSS POST TO AO3 LATER]

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🧿realwormrider Follow

@/shai-hulud-bignaturals told me to "make my own post" so here it is 🙃

Fuck, Marry, Kill: Irulan Corrino

(answer in tags bc my polls option got fucked)

👾shy-hulud Follow

your polls option getting fucked was a sign for you not to make this post

🌆lurkin-inthe-blackgoo Follow

Lmaooooooo as if she's any better she's the daughter of one emperor and wife to another. idc how much she's "suffered" by being married to mudad'dib she's still immensely privileged and a fellow colonizer. you are not morally superior for being horny about her instead of her husband lolllll

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🧠spice-sexual Follow

kinda want to fuck a guild navigator who's stopping me

💋tleilaxu-catgirl-meow Follow

^^^

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🧿realwormrider Follow

You thought this was fucking over?

Her Desires

Irulan Corrino x Reader, 12K

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Omg

I'm in tears of ???? joy???

literally my hands are shaking you never miss op 🥵

[anarchy-and-piglins]

How about a Mafia Peerpressure AU?

Techno is a high school student. He tutors middle schoolers as part-time job to save up money for college. He totally expects to get scholarships and stuff, but places don't really DO full rides anymore. In modern day now times, full rides don't really exist. So, yeah, he tutors middle schoolers for money.

His favorite student is Ranboo. Obviously, because his Moms pay the best. And they have the nicest house. And the best snacks. Like, really, other kids his age are breaking their backs serving burgers to stuck up Karens while Techno is chilling teaching a quiet kid about area and perimeter formulas. He wins.

And maaaaayybe Ranboo is pretty cool, too. He certainly doesn't try to bite like Phil's younger brother Tommy. If Phil wasn’t his best friend, he would drown that jerk in the school pool for laughing at him when Tommy LITERALLY bit his ankles. Ranboo's also better than that kid Tubbo because it was SOOOOO obvious that kid already knew everything and just thought it was hilarious to pretend he didn't. Techno saw the calculus book in the kid's room. He wasn't fooled.

Ranboo was smart, too. He was just a little shy and unconfident. Anxious with a issues with forgetting assignments and homework. His mind tended to wander in class and only zoned back in when the teacher repeated the question for the third time.

Technoblade TOTALLY didn't see himself in Ranboo. Nope. No way. The fact that Technoblade's self-made strategies helped the kid out was complete coincidence. Yep.

Ranboo was also HILARIOUS. Once the kid realized Technoblade wasn't going to roll his eyes whenever Ranboo accidentally left his homework at school, the kid brightened up alot. The sarcasm matched Technoblade's humor well. They have a lot of the same interests, too!

Honestly, Techno wondered if this was what it was like to have a little brother. Techno had always assumed a younger sibling would result in a kid like...Tommy.

Eventually, there is some event that has the Middle Schoolers come up to the High School for the day. Maybe a sport event, maybe a Mentor Day. However, Techno just sort of sees Ranboo around in the periphery.

Until lunch.

Of COURSE Tommy would find some way to weasel away from his group to eat lunch with his Brother. Phil doesn't seem too bothered (or surprised) by his little brother squeezing onto the bench at lunch.

However, Tommy didn't JUST bring himself. Oh no, he had to bring the rest of his trio with him. All three of them squeezing to try and fit on the bench.

Ranboo apologizes when his elbow digs into Techno's side. Techno assures him its fine.

Or it was fine until the men with guns come in.

Instant chaos. Kids start running before the men with guns even say anything. Phil yeets Tommy out of the bench before grabbing Tubbo's arm and sprinting. Techno throws a frozen Ranboo over his shoulder and follows. The men with guns fire into the ceiling, shouting orders at the kids who haven't run yet.

Technoblade's group don't hear it. They are already out the door and GONE.

They aren't the only ones. Techno definitely passes Niki and Jack. Quackity and Charlie carried Fundy and Purpled (well, Charlie was carrying them) and were running toward the front parking lot. Technoblade's group turn a corner and MORE MEN WITH GUNS.

They just barely get away from them, but Ranboo and Techno get separated from the others.

Ranboo is freaking out, saying that he HAS to call his Moms. He NEEDS to call them. Technoblade tries to say they NEED to call the police, but Ranboo is insistent.

Technoblade finds a place for them to hide under a stairwell and Ranboo immediately wips out his phone and calls his Moms. Techno keeps a lookout, listening for ANYONE who gets close. He doesn't even register Ranboos whispered conversation.

Ranboo tugs on Techno’s sleeve and hands the phone to him.

Techno has never heard Ranboo's Mom be so...serious. She is usually so warm, but she is downright FRIGID. She tells Technoblade to try and make their way to the gymnasium, which is on the complete opposite side of the building. They have to do it while staying out of sight of the cameras. Techno tries to ask for an explanation, but he keeps getting cut off by her clipped tone.

Eventually, the line goes dead and Technoblade has nothing else to do but obey.

Cue desperate attempt to get through the school. Climbing up into the drop ceiling and army crawling across classrooms held at gunpoint. Lock picking the door that leads to the roof so they can carefully make it to the fire escape on the otherside.

At one point, Techno gets in a tussle with a solitary gunman, tries to wrestle to get the gun away from him without the guy calling for help. The guy manages to shoot Techno in the arm, but he doesn't give up. In the tussle, Ranboo kicks a fireman's axe toward Technoblade.

Technoblade doesn't even hesitate to bury it in the guy's neck. Though, afterwards, he quietly had a panic attack over what he just did.

He can't act scared, though. That will just freak Ranboo out more than the kid was already freaking out. Honestly, he should have grabbed a paper bag earlier to help with the hyperventalating kid.

Technoblade is still bleeding from the gunshot that hit is bicep. But they don't have time to fix it because the scuffle was DEFINITELY heard.

Techno grabs Ranboo's wrist and sprint toward the gym. They are so close. He ignores the shouts after them as he bursts throught the door into the gymnasium. There is no one in there and they HAVE TO HIDE.

The locker rooms? No, they will check that immediately. Under the bleachers? They'll be spotted. Technoblade spots the climbing rope. He tells Ranboo to wrap his arms around Techno's neck and Technoblade starts to climb.

Never had Techno been more grateful that he was incredibly competitive. He and Phil had been trying to one up each other with the dumb rope, seeing who could get the top first. Phil HAD to be part bird with the way he seemed to FLY up the dang thing. But Techno was still quick.

The freely bleeding arm wound and the clinging child didn't even phase him. He was sure that he broke his own record with how fast he pulled himself up it.

Carefully, he pulled Ranboo and himself up onto the giant metal ceiling frame. Techno just barely ducks behind a piece of the frame, tucking Ranboo to his chest, as the gunmen sprint inside.

Techno covers his mouth to hide his gasping breathe as the gunmen scour the room, speaking into radios at their hips. Frustration bleeding into their expressions.

Then, a man dressed in Green walks in the room.

He doesn't have a gun, but he still feels dangerous even with the relaxed posture. Techno pulls Ranboo a little closer as the man speaks to the gunmen, hands in his pockets as his eyes glance around.

And then glances up.

And smiles.

No matter how nicely his asks for them to come down, Technoblade can still see the guns aimed upwards.

Man in Green wants him to come down and give him the kid? What kid? There is no kid here. He must be seeing things. And coming down isn't an option. He is in the middle of his Climbing Exam and they aren't supposed to cover "climbing down" until after the midterm-

Warning shots. Techno pretends that his heart isn't trying to beat of his chest. Tries to pretend that Ranboo isn't shaking curled up against him. Tries to act cool and unbothered as the man in green gives him One More Chance to come down before they open fire-

The gym doors slam open. The gunmen turn, weapons swinging behind them.

Gunfire echoes in the room, loud and booming and painful and Techno buries his face into Ranboo's hair, squeezing his eyes closed tight until the sound starts to fade.

He doesn't look up. But then, he hears a familiar voice.

Ranboo shoots up at the sound of his Mom's voice leaning over the beam to see his Mom standing dressed in body armor, men in black and purple suits fanning out among the lifeless forms of the gunmen before.

Technoblade almost doesn't let Ranboo go as the kid scoots to try and climb down the rope, eyes teary as the gangly kid awkwardly slides down.

Hesitantly, Technoblade follows.

As soon as Technoblade's feet touch the mat, he passes the fuck out. Stress and Bloodloss will do that to you.

Techno wakes up in a private hospital room, Ranboo fiddling with his fingers sitting next to him. When Techno wakes up, Ranboo looks relieved but nervous. Technoblade asks for an explanation and hesitantly, Ranboo talks.

His Mom's ran Ender, a criminal empire. One of their competitors had tried to kidnap Ranboo during the event at the high school because it was more unfamiliar to his security team. As soon a his Moms found out, they immediately rallied to get the school as soon as they could.

Techno asks if he had just joined the Mob by mistake, because he REALLY wasn't about. Ranboo hurries to say no, you aren't in the mafia. Not unless you want to be. But Ranboo's Moms WOULD like to pay Techno extra the next time Techno tutors.

Techno also asks if Ranboo is going to be the next head of The Ender and Ranboo laughs about that because DEFINITELY not. His older sister who goes to OSMP University is going to be the next leader. Definitely not him.

All that settled, Technoblade is definitely not going to complain about how hectic Tommy tutoring is EVER again.

Techno saying no to the mob thing initially but being sliiiightly coerced into being paid extra to be Ranboo's unofficial bodyguard, perhaps? As a treat?

[sevencolorsatlast]

Things I’ve said that would probably mortify SAGAU:

"For goodness sake Vile/Swan, I sleep with your boss."

"I have a better idea: Sic the Ruin Guards with rounds of neodymium."

"Tighnari, if you lay a hand on Karkata I will bury you under an endangered plant species."

Approaches Donna as Diluc "Hey lil mama let me whisper in your ear~"

"While we’re here could we give Guy a promotion or something? Poor man's been guarding the gate ever since I got here."

"And so the elderly lesbian polycule learned the true meaning of lantern rite."

What a cursed and sassy Creator/Player, you!

For real though, despite their outward facial expressions being neutral... they are screaming inside on what the heck are you on about. Imagine when you're done talking to the NPCs and teleport somewhere, they are left standing there with the most confused yet horrified look on their faces.

In my case, they (still) hear a lot of shouting/swearing and random things that come out of my mouth when beating the living shit out of the enemies. I blame Floor 12 of Spiral Abyss most of the time. There were times I said weird stuff while exploring, during Archon quests and events too.

It's also funny because I'm bilingual so they wouldn't understand half of the stuff I'm saying.

As far as I can remember what I said were:

"GET F*CKED, YOU PIECE OF SHIT...! Bennett, mah boi, you did a great job!"

(sees Azar for the first time) "This dude makes me want to bury him alive, and I haven't even heard his damn voice!"

(When Yae manages to find a way to infiltrate The Plane of Euthymia and talks to Ei) "...Do you guys need a room? I'm seriously going to yeet myself in the Abyss if this continues."

(Seeing Childe's Foul Legacy for the first time) "Wow... I'm very f*cking terrified right now. Let's see if you can beat a casual Monster Hunter fan, you lil' sh*t."

(dying from Cyno's jokes during the recent Windblume Festival event because my humor is *DEFINITELY* broken) "...My humor's really f'd up- *wheezes*"

"Mona, I really want to name you 'Puddle'! Don't ask me why though." (looks at Silly Wisher)

(using Dehya during her trial because I didn't manage to get her) ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA-

"Dainsleif, my dude... I swear to f*cking god, I'm going to physically manifest in front of you to shake the lore out of your system. Sound good?"

(To my Abyss teams) "If I'm gonna suffer, SO YOU GUYS WILL! NOW LET'S BEAT UP SOME PIECES OF SH*TS!"

[henshin-4]

Look, I yell that I hate the BT and DZ fandom (and honestly the Jrock fandom in general) a lot. Not everyone tho, my friends are BT and DZ fans, they are the evidence to me that not everyone is trash. And I have spoken to some people online that... well the chats die or we don't really get along too well but they weren't bad people at all, not getting along isn't enough for me to scream they suck cause sometimes stuff just doesn't work and that's fine.

I wanna explain what I mean when I yell about the trash of the fandom. I won't be giving names (except one), but I will be giving reasons.

We have:

Clowns who go "minors DNI" but will send and request nudes when in contact with 17 year olds AND UNDER or write insanely sexual stuff around them. (17 is still a minor, pedos, and everything under that age is even fucking worse)

People who claim Atsushi was abusive towards his cats cause the cat pics are "clearly" just for attention... like bruh, there are quite some cat pics, sure, especially of Tsubaki... but do you even realize for how many years this man had cats? Compared to those years, there aren't many pics at all... that is like just a few pics per year, probably not even once a month. If he wanted to "exploit his cats for attention" he would have made a social media where he would show content of his cats daily doing the weirdest shit with them. Did he? No. He wasn't abusive.

Fuckers that claim Atsushi was a predator, especially towards young girls... uhhuh, look idk if you've seen this man before but if he would go after anyone it'd be your grandparents.

We have some hypocrite clowns who will indirectly call your work or art trash or will otherwise offend you and then yeet a "lol" behind it.

Clowns without a personality who just copy whoever the fuck they last spoke to, different person every week the fucking mysteryboxes of the fandom and sadly they often copy someone from the rest of this list.

People who want to share content but if the content is already online, will bully the other uploader to take it down (have heard too many stories about this, too many people had it happen to them but haven't seen it myself. Yet, Ive heard it more than once so I believe it)

Ableists... yeah people, autism and ADHD really do exist, other mental illnesses can also make people be a bit weird sometimes, some of us are really struggling with it... it's not fake news -_-

Stalkers.

Art thiefs.

Hypocrites (will complain about what someone else did and then do the exact same like it isn't an issue anymore suddenly)

And as much as I want to avoid names... if I have to explain this one we'll be here for a month so uh... if I say "Gekka Reijin" most people will understand what I mean cause holy FUCK get professional help...

Like I am also not a fan of gatekeepers, people who are insanely quickly offended even if you didnt mean to offend them and they won't forgive it no matter what (like bruh I say sorry and didn't even mean it the way you all see it but whatever I guess. Why did this happen several times I am literally trying to be careful about what I say and how I say it. Idk what to do anymore about this), people who will fight you over having a different opinion and people that just suddenly ignore you while you don't even know wtf happened (like wtf just tell me what your problem is cause idk what I did)... but they aren't necessarily bad people, I just don't work with them but they are NOT what I mean when I'm bitching about the fandom... even tho I don't like em. It's the disgusting fuckers that I yell about.

Anyway my DMs are open ONLY to people who do NOT identify with this goddamn list. If you are like any part of the list, please do not speak to me.

Minors can talk to me but not about NSFW topics.

P.S. I'm also not a fan of the VK war fighters. BT is VK or BT isn't VK. Toll said they aren't VK but if someone wants to believe BT is VK then whatever... no need to start a whole war about it. Also other Jrock related social wars like just let people be... like you can yell about it, sure, but omg don't scream at people specifically and call them names just cause you don't agree with em.

[shanie]

OK, so this isn't just yeeting pasta at this point, this is me just writing because I want to put positivity in the world for a change.

Anyway, sample of an idea for a story I have involving a new OC I'm workshopping named Abuela Carla. It takes place in July of 2004 and I don't even know where in the numbering of 'Of Masks Mice and Men' this would fall. After the first, definitely, but the tidbit I last shared comes BEFORE this (and is the story where Carla is introduced). So yeah, this contains spoilers for other WIPs that haven't been posted yet, so whatever. It's rated G though and is as warm and fuzzy as they get.

Story Title (for now): Wishes Come True

Birthdays were... days. 

Sometimes, El Generico had great days. Days where everything seemed to go right. He would win his match, sometimes a couple, or he’d find a five dollar bill on the ground by the laundromat with nobody around who it might belong to. Sometimes, there were *really* great days, like the day he got his new apartment, that Generico didn’t even realize were the best days yet, they just had promise. Promises of better days to come, of better times to come. 

Some days just had a warm feeling to them like everything would be ok. 

But other days just... sucked. 

The day that Generico won the IWS title, a month prior, had qualified as one of those days.  

He’d been so happy. Finally, he was champion! Everything was going to be great! He would take the title home and put it on his TV tray to look at, and every time he saw it he would smile knowing he made it. 

He hadn’t even gotten it home. 

Kevin, beautiful, cruel Kevin, had stolen it from him moments later. 

Generico didn’t understand. How could Kevin be like that? Sure, they fought. That was what they did. And sure, there was that one time Kevin had given him a concussion on purpose, but still. Kevin had given him food. And, ok, so that was one time, but there was just something about Kevin, something that Generico couldn’t understand, he was so... so... 

Wonderful. 

Like a beautiful thunderstorm that would light up the night sky and make the flowers grow. 

But that night, Kevin had been cruel, taking his title off him before he could even really enjoy it. 

His Abuela had been at ringside.  She was proud, she always was. 

But he wanted to make her prouder. 

It was a bad day. 

There had been plenty of bad days since then and troublingly few good ones.  

So when Generico’s birthday came around yet again, in the middle of July as always, he wasn’t expecting much. It was another day and, considering when he woke up that morning it was dismal and overcast outside without any rain to go out and enjoy, he was expecting it to be a bad one. 

He was twenty. 

Twenty years old and, no, he wasn’t doing too poorly. He had his own apartment, which was amazing. It was the best feeling ever having his own place. But money had been so tight that he barely had any to send home.  

His poor family.  He’d come to Canada to give them a better life and, even with him pinching every penny and barely keeping enough to feed himself, there just wasn’t enough to send back home that would make a difference. 

Sometimes, when his Abuela would have him over to watch Raw and Smackdown, he would dream of being there, wrestling in front of thousands and making thousands, so much money that he could send home. Anything to keep his family fed. 

They deserved the world, his family, and he’d do anything to give it to them. He’d endure so many bad days if it meant they could have good ones. 

They meant everything to him.  Them and his Abuela.  His reasons to keep going, to wake up in the morning. As long as he had them, he would be ok. The sun would rise, and they would be there, wherever they were, to see it with him. 

And that was the best thing in the whole world. 

But there had been no sun to watch rise from his window that morning, so he wasn’t expecting much as far as birthdays went.  

So, mid afternoon when he heard his Abuela’s knock on the door, he was excited to see her, but not expecting anything special. 

“¡Little one!” She greeted him in Spanish, “¿Did you do as I asked?” 

Generico was confused. “What?” 

“¡The space! ¿Did you clear the space like I asked?” 

Oh! Right! 

The night before, Abuela had told him to clean the floor in the corner of his living room. He didn’t know why, so he hadn’t done so, but there she was asking if he had and he kind of felt bad about it. 

“No,” Generico replied, hanging and shaking his head. 

Carla looked past him into the apartment, then back to him. 

“¡Go!” she told him urgently, “Hurry. Go make a space. ¡GO!” 

Generico wasn’t going to argue, rushing inside and quickly cleaning up the corner where he’d tossed his gear from the weekend before in expectation of washing it as soon as he had the money. He picked up the comic books that he’d left there, well worn and loved. He didn’t have money for many of them, but the store down the street had the Undertaker ones from a few years back on discount and he’d treated himself to the first three.  

He set aside the empty boxes that he’d been saving – Generico always saved boxes, the really good ones made nice tables – and carefully moved the thrift store lamp that he’d set on the floor in the corner. 

When he was done, there was a nice open space for... well, whatever Abuela had in mind. Maybe she had gotten him some groceries? He was running low on noodles and chicken, and oooh, maybe she bought him one of those boxes of snack cakes? The ones with the chocolate? Those were amazing. 

There was another knock at the door, Abuela’s knock, and this time he hurried excitedly to answer it. 

“Abuela!” Generico exclaimed... and then stopped. 

“Apportez-le ici, les garçons,” Carla said to the large, bulky men standing behind her in the hallway. 

They looked a bit scary. The one had tattoos on his arms, and was tall, while the other reminded him a bit of Kevin. 

But it wasn’t their looks that stopped him in his tracks.  It was what they were holding. 

A table.  A dining table.  The most beautiful dining table Generico had ever seen. 

“¿Well?” Carla asked, returning to Spanish and startling Generico from his thoughts, “¿Are you going to let them in, or are you going to keep blocking the door?” 

Generico moved. 

Silently, carefully, as if he moved too much the promise of the day would be stolen from him like his title was. But, somehow, someway, the large men brought the table into his apartment with Carla following. 

“Juste là, dans le coin,” Carla added and, while Generico didn’t understand much French at all, his Abuela’s gestures to the cleaned-out corner, followed by the men positioning the table there made the meaning clear enough. 

So much promise. 

The day was so... so... 

Generico felt his whole body tense. 

It was too much promise.  There was no way it could be real but, sure enough, moments later the men left and returned shortly after with three matching chairs for the table. Those too went in the corner. 

His corner.  HIS CORNER. 

When the men left, and Carla closed and locked the door behind them, Generico was nervous. He didn’t mean to be, but something was wrong. Did the men steal the table for him? Carla was speaking French, they couldn’t have been anyone she normally helped, but the men were big. Maybe they had stolen it. Maybe someone was going to come and steal it back. 

There was no way he could ever own a table that nice.   He certainly hadn’t paid for it or earned it. 

But... it was certainly nice to look at in his corner. 

Slowly, gently, he ran his fingers along the hardwood top. It was smooth and and solid, nothing like his TV tray that kept getting knocked over. And there was a beautiful stain to it that reflected the dim overhead light, although, there... there was a scratch along the top, clear as day.  

He traced his finger along the scratch. 

It was beautiful.   But it wasn’t his. 

It wasn’t his table.  It couldn’t be.  But he could pretend for a bit at lea– 

“The table is yours, Generico,” Abuela Carla told him impossibly. 

Generico looked at her. She was speaking Spanish, but the words sounded strange. 

“What?” he returned. 

“Apologies that it only has three chairs. The fourth was missing when I purchased it. That’s *how* I purchased it, along with the scratches. It’s not perfect but, I was hoping that you could enjoy it anyway. You could certainly use a nice piece of furniture in here. Something besides your air mattress and stuff from curbside.” 

Generico began to shake. 

“Happy birthday, little one.” 

There were... tears? Welling up in his eyes?  

Generico was confused. Why was he crying? It was turning out to be a great day, so much promise, why was he sad? It didn’t make sense... 

He felt his knees begin to wobble but, before he could fall, there Abuela was, guiding him to one of the new chairs, oh, they were so solid under him and suddenly he was crying more... 

[tathrin]

📽 action!: rank all six of the films (or three if you're a hater)

Answers for this LotR ask-game.

Ahh okay so at this point I have to confess something terrible: I still have not seen the third Hobbit movie. I'm sorry! I just couldn't do it. The fuckery of it all, especially in the second movie with Mirkwood and Thranduil and Legolas ("a lowly Silvan elf" what the FUCK what the fuck PJ WHAT THE FUCK), was just too much for me. Character-assassination is one thing, and I thought after Denethor I knew what I was going to be getting with Thranduil but NOPE! It was literal world building assassination and I just CANNOT.

Don't get me wrong, Lee Pace did an amazing job and actually seeing Mirkwood was amazing and it was genuinely delightful to see Orlando put those ears on again; but the OuTrAgE that filled my heart at the yeet-ing of what minimal canon we even have for the Mirkwood elves was just intolerable, and while I did mean to go see it, really I did, I just...couldn't actually get the motivation to go before it was out of theatres. I've heard the EE are better (less studio fuckery) so I'll watch them someday! Honest! I just...haven't. yet.

And as to the Lord of the Rings trilogy...man, I don't even know how to do this. In terms of which is the best film, or in terms of which one I enjoy watching most, or in terms of which on hits me in the heart hardest or...? I don't know if I can objectively rank my feelings about these movies even in my own brain because RotK ends with Into the West and I have FeelingsTM about the Undying Lands and Sea Longing okay. So the last scene of RotK at the Grey Havens is a fucking spear through the heart every time and I can't even describe the knot of feelings it engenders, and I think overall TTT may be my favorite but also it has Plot Issues that piss me off even more than the Plot Issues in RotK I think,...yeah, we're going to do this in terms of Film Crafting rather than personal favorites because I'm having too many feelings lmao. So! In order of most-well-done-movie to least:

Fellowship of the Ring

The Two Towers

Return Of The King

The Desolation of Smaug

An Unexpected Journey

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Whumptober Day 15

Its midnight, fuckers! YEET!

I am not putting this in the main tags because I am a weenie and I would not be surprised if there were Nazis there. I'd been thinking of tagging death note stuff 'moon moon and his [something] notebook' but I caught some greek tragedy vibes instead. Too bad its been so long since I did Classical Greek that I can't do the translation I want.

Prompt: Lies

Fandom: Death Note

Characters: L, Light, Soichiro

Wordcount: 1,053 [cut scene 201]

The heck is happening: there is a serial killer targetting criminals and people investigating said murders, the murderer has been nicknamed 'Kira', L is leading the investigation due to being international man of mystery sherlock holmes, Light picked up this weird notebook once and is helping the investigation because he's super-smart and also he's kira. and also L knows Light is Kira but doesn't have enough proof to arrest him and the most senior local investigator is Light's dad Soichiro. awkward.

This technically takes place in the skyscraper that L bought, but there's no point in canon this could have happened, so shrug emoji

warnings: injury, self-injury, manipulation, false accusations.

Summary? I should do a summary: Light lies a lot about not having stabbed L in the chest and having in fact been attacked by L, while L is dying.

"Ugh, why haven't we been able to find Kira yet?"

L said nothing, just shifted his weight between his bare feet. This felt like some sort of trap, but if he tried to defuse it, he might set off the trap. Or let Light know he was onto him.

"How do you even sit like that?"

"Practise."

Light ran his fingers through his hair in mock frustration. "You would have thought that we would at least have a good lead on who Kira is."

"We don't?" L looked up to see Light holding his bleeding arm.

L was out of his chair before he could think about it.

And Light punched him in the chest.

L started to shift his weight to kick him in retaliation, but Light turned his fist sideways, and L felt the distinct feeling of something solid moving inside his chest, and heard the snap of plastic breaking. Light pulled back to show L the handle of the clear plastic knife he'd just embedded in L's chest.

"Fuck you," L responded. Light pushed him back into the chair. "Couldn't have worked better," Light gloated.

L already felt faint. Wrong. This was bad.

"How…?" How had he managed to put all that together and pull that off?

"No one is infallible, L. Not even you."

"Tell me." The demand sounded pathetic, even to him.

Light laughed. "No."

L leaned forward to the console, to contact Watari, but Light pushed him back into the chair. Light clipped one of the handcuffs around L's wrist and looped the length of the chain around L's other wrist to pull both of them together behind his back.

"And what now?" L could feel how hard it was to breathe, even now. "You get caught and executed for my murder."

"No." Light leaned on the shoulder of the chair. "Kira was L the entire time. But you, you will die before you even see trial."

*

Light had planned everything to the last detail. He'd interfered with the video to make parts of it cut out at just the right time. The clear plastic knife had been strong enough so it wouldn't shatter. Leaving it in would mean that the wound wouldn't bleed as much and would be a lot less obvious.

*

"Dad, I'm so sorry, but he attacked me. I was telling him how frustrating it was that we don't know who Kira is, and he attacked me and told me he was Kira, and I grabbed the knife to stop him. And I think I might have nicked him a little, and -"

Light had called Soichiro alone up to the command room. Soichiro was the one of all of them who was the most likely to believe any solid-looking theory that Kira was anyone other than Light, and could maybe be talked into just… leaving L until it was too late for medical attention.

He didn't think that Soichiro would let it go on that long, but it was a distinct, and welcome, possibility.

Soichiro let Light speak until Soichiro had finished bandaging Light's arm.

"L? Is this true?" he asked coldly.

L was starting to have trouble following the conversation, which worried him. A lot.

Soichiro would at least give the appearance of being fair at all times, but he was not so foolish as to believe that Soichiro would believe that his son had stabbed himself and then anyone else.

"No."

The security cameras would be unlikely to help - they would be the most obvious first thing to check, and Light had obviously tampered with them.

Could that be used to his advantage?

"Then what happened?"

"I don't know. The lights cut out for a moment and I stood up to sort it out, then someone stabbed me in the chest. Before I recovered, the lights came back on and Light was securing me to this chair. I assumed he'd stabbed me too, until I saw he was bleeding."

"So some stranger stabbed us both when the lights went down?"

Light snapped. "I saw my attacker - I held up my arms so he wouldn't cut me."

"Then we should watch the security tapes. Maybe we'll see him on it."

"You're not even hurt at all," Light countered. "You're just faking."

"Then maybe we should watch the tapes."

"Maybe you want us to watch the tapes because you know they've been tampered with," Light retorted. "This is your building. You would be the only one able to do that."

Oh shit.

He was wrong - the security guards were well trained enough that they wouldn't even let L access the tapes without recording that he'd accessed them - but it sounded plausible enough.

How had Light managed to tamper with them?

L sighed in frustration. "Soichiro, just arrest us both."

"What?"

"Just… put us both under surveillance in solitary confinement."

"Fine."

*

L stared at the wall. He was feeling less and less tethered to reality. Was that blood loss? There were so many things it could be. Punctured lung, bleeding into the sac of flesh protecting the heart, damage to the heart itself, damage to one of the veins leading to the heart - no, if it was that he'd be dead already. And probably not damage to the heart itself, for the same reason.

This felt kind of like blood loss though, so maybe it was bleeding around the heart? What was that called? Cardiac tamponade? He was pretty sure that was it.

Was he dying? This didn't feel right. He didn't feel panicked about it, though. He just felt untethered.

He was on the floor? That was odd. He didn't think he had been on the floor before. The floor before. That sounded nice. It was cold? Why would the floor be cold?

There were heavy fast footsteps, the door opened. Something heavy hit the ground next to him.

"L? Can you hear me?"

"Its cardiac tamponade, I think. The blade is still in my chest."

Something picked up one of his wrists. "Pulse 20bpm, very weak and thready."

L faintly heard them talk to someone not present, loud and sharp and authoritative and indistinct.

"We're getting you to hospital, now."

"Good," L inhales a shaky breath, then exhaled. "Soichiro's fired."

CUT SCENE

[L is still in the chair with his hands cuffed behind him]

L could feel himself falling forward, and there was nothing he could do about it.

Soichiro looked concerned. "We need to let him out."

"He wants us to let him out so he can attack us again. He's faking," Light said. "He can't be that hurt."

"The knife blade is in my chest."

"No, it's not." Light picked up the knife from the floor, and held it up to the light. The entire knife was clear plastic, and there was blood starting to dry on the blade edge. The blade edge had barbs pointing backwards, so if the knife had been pulled out of someone the barbs would have been ripped off.

"I'm bleeding. There's a hole in my shirt."

"I didn't see anything. Though come to think of it, you are bleeding. I think the knife might have slashed you."

L could feel he was on the edge of passing out. "Can you call Watari over please?"

He felt rather than saw Light shake his head. "Watari's in on it too."

"Please… just, I need to lie down."

"No."

L barely heard the response before the static at the edges of his vision overcame him, and he passed out.

[tidepodeastsidewya]

[enhadiares]

I loved the niki and Jay soft Yan sooo much!! If you can could you please do a sunghoon or sunoo version?

Yandere Sunoo being soft after almost killing his s/o.

%...Disclaimer I do not condone this behaviour. This is just imagination and none of the members are like this.

%...Pairing Kim Sunoo x reader

%...Genre Yandere

%...Warning Yandere themes, violence , mention of drowning , cursing etc.

%..a/n hey sure I can! I wrote it for sunoo since I haven't wrote anything for him yet. Hope you like it 💌✨ It's 1.3K words😭😭 not proof read and a big thanks to @lizziora for helping me with the idea🤍✨

Jay version

Niki version

It was a really tiring day for sunoo. Their comeback is coming soon and they have to practice hard for it . Sunoo was trying his best but he wasn't getting the dance steps correct and the choreographer scolded him alot for that. He was really tired and totally exhausted. He just wanted to go home and cuddle with you but that wouldn't happen since you were being a brat and were denying him . You just have to love him back. Is that too much to ask for? He gave you everything - everything. From a house , food , clothes , tab with entertainment stuff like movies and songs to his love . And in return you just have to love him back but unfortunately for him you don't get that. On the other hand—You just wanna be free from him. You don't wanna be locked all the time in a house and wait for him to come home - you don't even love him.

After the exhausting practice and scolding sunoo received - he came home to be met with silence. He wanted you to come to him and hug him , tell him that you missed him and how much you love him. With a sigh he went to find you only to see you near the pool with a phone. The number dialed in was of police. He walked towards you with quick steps and snatched the phone out of your hand and ended the call. He yeeted the phone away somewhere and looked at you with rage filled eyes. He massaged his forehead and asked you "what the fuck were you trying to do? What was that shit you just pulled huh?" to which you replied with tears in your eyes "sunoo just freaking let me out. I wanna go out and live like I used to without you" "no you aren't going anywhere. So just fucking get in the house and learn to love me because I'm never letting you out. And don't pull this kind of shit again . Alright?" He tried to grab you but you backed away and said while being angry "no I won't go in. And you know too that I'm not going to stop until I escape from you . You monster" This was the last straw for him. In the heat of the moment sunoo screamed "you don't fucking get it do you. I gave you everything single thing you can ask for and all I want in return is your love. Why can't you just love me back" and after yelling that he just pushed you back and without looking back he just stormed off in the house. He heard a thud and thought that you just fell on the ground. He could hear you crying and screaming for help but he thought that you were just being over dramatic so he can come back to you and apologize just like he always does. But this time he is not crawling back to you. No. This is your punishment. And this is how he ignored your cries for help.

Meanwhile with you

When sunoo pushed you back you did fell . And you didn't just fall on the floor , you fell in the pool and it's not even the worst part. The worst part is that you don't know swimming like at all. You were shocked and startled with the push that you immediately started to drown . You tried to stay up and above the water and even tried yelling so sunoo would help you but seemed like he was ignoring you. You panicking wasn't helping but it wasn't your fault. You were drowning. You were slowly loosing hope of getting back safely or even back up alive. It was getting harder to breath as each second passed by. Your throat felt like it was closing up and water was going in your wind pipe .It felt like the water was going into your lungs and was suffocating you . White dots started to appear and your eyes were slowly closing. Maybe this was your escape. Escape from the cruel reality. You just gave up and let yourselves drown . You let the water take control of you so you could finally be free. However after ignoring your cries realisation hits sunoo like a truck. When you fell the sound he heard was not a thud but a splash. That means that you fell into the pool and you don't know swimming and the pool is too deep.He is going to kill himself if something happens to you because of him. He left everything behind and ran straight to the pool area to save you. When he reached the area he saw you in the water with your eyes closed and your body floating in the water. He dived into the pool and swims towards you and grabs you. He swims back to the ground and takes you out of the water. He starts to tap lightly on your cheeks in hopes to wake you up. "Wake up y/n , wake up. I don't like this.It isn't funny . Wake up" "wake up" he screams . But you don't even move a finger . His eyes start to water immediately. He then remembers what his hyung taught him. The CPR method. "Check if the person has a pulse and is breathing. If there is no pulse or breathing within 10 seconds, start CPR with 30 chest compressions followed by two rescue breaths. Repeat the sequence until the person starts breathing."

He does the same to you . He checks your pulses and breathing. There was no pulse and no breathing which made him cry more. Tears were falling like a waterfall at this point. Your face was getting paler . He was panicking but still did the CPR method . He tried it once but it didn't work . He decided to try again and fortunately this time it worked. You woke up with a gasp and heavy breathing. Sunoo never felt this happy in his life . He quickly came towards you and asked you how you were feeling . You weren't able to talk since it was still hard to breath. He checked your forehead and it was freezing. He decided to pick you up bridal style and take you to your bedroom to keep you warm. He brings you a towel and change of clothes . He turns on the heater and makes some delicious and hot food for you while you are changing. He also calls his hyung to ask him about your situation. He comes with hot soup and porridge . He sets it down on the nightstand and holds your hand and starts to cry "I'm so sorry y/n , I'm such an idiot . I didn't mean to push you but it just happened and then I ignored you because I was angry which I know I shouldn't have but I couldn't help it at that time. I really am sorry I wouldn't be able to forgive myself if something happened to you." and for the first time you felt sorry for him. You wiped his tears and held his face in your hand and told him softly "sunoo sunoo shhhh , it's fine I'm okay now. And it wasn't fully your fault. I was just really frustrated and said some things that I shouldn't. I guess it was all just in the heat of the moment. I know you didn't mean to and it's fine. You saved me too. I forgive you can you forgive me?" he was still sniffling and for the first time he felt like you were trying to be nice to him. It made him kinda happy knowing that. He nodded and hugged you. "Careful sunoo I'm still weak" you said chuckling. He took your hand and checked your pulses.The pulse is still low so he worries a lot. "You'll need lots of care because it's oxygen cut off your body and I'm ready to do anything for you." It made you smile unconsciously. He kissed your knuckles and told you to eat and rest. Kim sunoo wasn't all bad. You just misunderstood him. And you were more than happy to understand him and try to love him back.

Kkeut

[fictionalsimpybish]

{Baking}

Loki x GN!Reader

Warings: none!

A/N: omg I haven't wrote in awhile so sorry I've been really busy, life has been hard, and motivation said yeet, so have a longer one shot! Hope y'all enjoyed!!!

Random but I'm so excited for season 2 of Loki-

Sitting on the couch you stare at the black screen on your TV drawing random patterns with your eyes

You huff and roll your eyes, you were so bored you felt like you could literally die any second, it was killing you, the silence, Loki was upstairs taking a shower- you could join him- but you were sure he was getting out anytime soon.

You stood up from the couch stretching your limbs, you look around for no reason and walk to the kitchen, you open the fridge and see a few items, eggs, milk, you move to the cabinet and search you give a small 'hmm' and decide

Fuck it.

I'm baking.

Getting the ingredients you decide your gonna make a cake, deciding which kind, and start to work, you didn't realize Loki was out of the shower until you heard him speak;

"And whatever are you doing?" Loki asked with a raised brow

You turn your head to look at him and shrug "baking, I got nothing to do, so might as well keep my mind occupied, I don't wanna go insane.. your free to join me? Only If you want of course." You say with a small smile, actually wanting him to join you

Look stood silent casually watching you, you turn and continue picking up ingredients, you hear Loki staring to walk, you look down with a slight frown until you feel him behind you

"How could I deny such an offer?" He smirks "now what are we making dearest?" Loki looks at the ingredients around

You smile with sparks in your eyes "were baking a cake!, And if we feel like it we can make cookies or even brownies!, But that's for later, for now -" you pick up your phone with instructions, you place it down where both of you can see it "this is the cake were making, we just follow the instructions and we should be good!" You look towards Loki

Loki nods with a small 'hm' and takes a quick yet close look at the instructions, he nods again with a small smile "let's get started shall we?"

***

A few minutes which felt like an hour has past, you and Loki were having a small debate-

"No, no, Loki, we need to add the flour first-"

"No, no dearheart, we must add this first!, I promise this is exactly what the information said to do! We wouldn't want to get it wrong yes?" Loki was smirking at you with a mischievous glint in his blue orbs

You roll your eyes with a small laugh "no- Loki, dear, we add the flour"

Loki looked at the flour "this?" He questions

You nod "yup! And then we-"

Before you could finish your sentence, Loki playfully blows flour in your face, your shocked expression makes Loki snort, you glare at him and throw flour in his face as well

Loki looks at you "how dare you-, I have just washed my hair! And you dare throw-" before Loki could finish his sentence you throw more at him and laugh at his surprised expression

"Oh "how dare you" how dare me?? Your the one who did it first!" You mock and then laugh at the face he makes

"I do not sound like that-" He begins

"Oh but you do~"

Loki playful glares then grabs a egg and cracks it above your shoulder

You gape at him "oh really!?" You raise a brow

He smirks smugly "why yes, oh I'm so sorry dear~, you have something on your shoulder! Whatever happened??"

Without warning you grabs some eggs and do the same, and grab some more flour and dust some on him, you made sure to put much attention on his hair-, you stick your tongue out at him

"Oh my God, Loki sweetie whatever happened to you??" You giggle out

"Oh you'll pay for that sweetheart" Loki takes steps forward and you yelp, you try and run but Loki grabs you by the waist "thing you can run darling~?, There's no running from a god~" he coos in your ear nibbling slightly which cases you to yelp in surprise, as Loki starts to tickle you

You laugh uncontrollably "Loki!" You laugh even more as he continues "please!" Not listening you plead "s-stop! Please! Loki! I love you, I love you I love you!!" Loki stop and grins laughing him self

He kisses your cheek "I love you to darling~"

You huff getting back into reality you giggle "ok, lets continue this and then get cleaned up yeah?"

"We shall"

***

After everything was finished you and Loki went into the bathroom, grabbing new clothes, you turn to Loki giggling slightly at him looking at his hair, all of the egg shells and flour

Loki rolls his eyes "this is going to be a pain to take off" you glares at you

You laugh nervously "ha, yeahhhhh, um, let me help with that" you walk closer to Loki

Loki smirks and picks you up from the waist and plops you on the sink, you yelped with the sudden action Loki smile at you now face to face

"I'd like to see a pretty face while I wait~" he kisses your neck softly

You giggle "yeah, well now I can see your hair more, so hold still I'll take the shells of" you start taking every shell you see off his hair, as time passes, you slowly make sure you got everything, not wanting to miss any

"I think I got all-" you look down to see Loki staring at you with a faint smile

he was admiring you, looking at all your features, memorising all details, you are so beautiful he can't help but think; how lucky he is to have you

Loki snaps out of his daze and looks at the mirror "ah! Thank you my Love" he smiles at you

You stay silent and start at his beautiful blue eyes, you smile at him and cup his cheek, he puts his hand on yours and kisses your palm, you lean closer, as does Loki, you could feel his breath on your lips

But before you could connect there's a heavy knock at your front door

Yours and Loki's eyes widened a "really" face on both of you

Loki rolls his eyes a scoffs "such horrible timing" Loki mumbled with a annoyed expression

You chuckle and nod "agree" you get off the sink and head straight for the door, you open it, your brows go up surprised to see Thor stabding there smiling

"Thor?" You question

"AH Lady Y/N!, So sorry to drop by unannounced! Whatever happen to you? You look messy?, Uh anyway! is my brother here??"

You nod "yeah, I'll go get him, um come in?" You hold the door for Thor and walk away looking for Loki, spotting him cleaning his hair with a towel

Loki turns to you with a smile "ah, my darling, shall we continue our moment~"

You giggle "uh actually, Thor's here" you point to the direction Thor was in

Loki deadpanned "tell him I'm not here"

Your eyes widened, you chuckled nervously "uh about that... I already told him you were here-, Sorry.."

Loki huffed and smiled at you softly "it's quite already dear, I'm sure it's important anyway" he kisses you head "clean up" he walks down the hallway to the living room

You decide to clean yourself up and after go back to check on the cake

***

You walk back to the living room. To see Loki sitting on a chair he smiles and stands up

You look around to see Thor no where you raise a brow

"What did you turn Thor in to a bug and step on him?" You ask

Loki chuckles "oh I wish, he just wanted to speak about new Asgard and the people, telling me how it was all going nothing to worry about"

You nod "alright, lets check the cake" you walk to the kitchen and open the oven to see the cake, check to see if it's done and take it out "now we wait and then add frosting!"

"Looks beautiful love" Loki says gently he looks at you and smirks

You raise a brow, but your not able to question, once again your on the counter top

Loki smiles "hello again~"

You laugh "hi~"

"Now I believe we got rudely interrupt yes?, I think we should continue where we left off~"

You giggled "I'd like that~"

You both lean in and connect your lips together, both sharing a long passionate kiss

You both pull away for air, faint blushes on both your cheeks

"I love you"

"As do I, my love"

[notsowrites]

As I Reached For You

A 4x06 Malex Coda

A/N: I have so many thinky thoughts about where this whole "Alex was quicksanded" is going. But I of course needed to write out one of the more angsty one.

[AO3 Link]

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"You made it."

Michael rolls his eyes, dropping into the empty seat across from Max's desk. He's intimately familiar with all aspects of the sheriff's department, having spent most of the past decade locked in the holding cell for the most inconsequential of things. But this whole thing feels different, starting with Max asking him to come into the office. But who knows, maybe it's because he's powerless now. There's no alien telepathy happening these days. He's all but human.

A choice taken away from him by yet another person who believes they know best.

"Need help figuring out that proposal for Liz?"

Max frowns at him, as if he's confused by the question."No, I - you haven't heard anything from Alex have you?"

Michael shakes his head. He's trying to keep his cool these days, knowing that Alex is traipsing around the desert where cell service is spotty. But the truth is, between Mimi's death, and his own fight against human illness, the silence on Alex's end is beginning to worry him.

Surely Alex has been somewhere with cell service by now.

"He said he might be out of range."

Max nods, but he doesn't look convinced, opening up the manila folder that's sitting on the desk in front of him, spinning it around so it's facing Michael.

There's a photograph there of an SUV.

A very familiar looking SUV.

"That's Alex's-"

"I know, we ran the plates."

Michael pushes off the chair, listening as it screeches against the linoleum floor.

"Is he alive?"

"There's no sign of him."

He doesn't understand. Alex was just collecting weather balloons. This wasn't something dangerous, his bigoted father is gone, there's no one left who is going to try and kidnap Alex these days.

Max points to something in the photo of Alex's truck, and Michael glances down.

"See that? It's alien."

"The locusts," he sighs, picking up the photo to get a better look. Sure enough, there are multiple spots all across the windshield, similar to what happened to his console and the locust he and Liz tried to dissect.

"The what?"

"Liz brought a specimen to me, a genetically modified locust with alien guts. When we tried to look at it, it yeeted itself across the room and splattered across my console."

"What does that have to do with Alex?"

Michael drops the photo on the desk, making sure Max is paying attention as he points to the markings on the windshield glass. "Locust guts."

"I don't understand. Why would alien locusts be attracted to Alex?"

Michael rolls his eyes again, but stands up and reaches under the neck of his shirt to grab his half of the alien glass necklace he'd made. "Because before he left, I gave Alex the other half of this."

"You gave Alex alien glass?"

As much as Michael would like to get into the finer points of his relationship with Max, now with this new information that Alex's truck was abandoned, he feels like he needs to get out of this office and find him. But where to even start looking? The New Mexico desert is vast and it wasn't like they could just pick a place to start and hope they find him.

He's pushing to stand up and head out, ignoring Max's calls of protest when he wonders if this is his fault. Alex had asked him to take the console to Deep Sky, to run diagnostics on it to potentially make tracking down the weather balloons easier. And he'd refused. He'd let his own insecurities take over as though Alex wasn't worth trusting with it. And he'd done so just long enough for Alex to change his plans so that he didn't need the console, and could get along fine without it.

Was he the reason Alex had gone missing?

If he had his abilities, if Bonnie hadn't sucked them right out of him under her misguided attempt to save him, Michael knows things would be shaking and he'd be working to clamp down the excess of chaos inside him. He'd let the anger bubble over a little, the tiniest of releases to satisfy the itch.

Now all he does is slam his hand against the wall.

"Where'd they find his truck, Max?"

"Michael, don't do anything stupid-"

He turns around, ready to grab the folder off Max's desk.

"I need to find him, Max."

"And we will, but you're still sick and you're powerless. Just wait-"

He feels that anger at himself bubbling back to the surface.

"If this was Liz, if she was potentially missing, you wouldn't be sitting here behind a desk."

Alex is missing and Max is wrong to think he is going to sit calmly around while they devise a plan of action. He doesn't care right now that there's a crazy shape shifting alien who doesn't care if he's dead or alive.

He storms out of the office, and out of the building. If Max isn't going to help, that's fine. He'll figure it out himself.

—-------

"Spending time in a hole in the ground wasn't on my to-do list while I was visiting, ya know."

Rosa stands at the bottom of the ladder in the bunker, looking around in slight wonder. He guessed for someone who's never been down here, the place is probably slightly overwhelming with the amount of stuff he has.

"You're the only person who can help me with this." Michael slides the alien glass necklace over his head and holds it out to Rosa. "I need you to find something with this frequency."

She takes the necklace, inspecting it for a moment, before looking up at him.

"Here or-?"

He shakes his head. "We're going for a drive."

"Gonna need a little more than that if I'm cutting into my sister time."

He hates needing to talk so much when all he wants to do is get to the coordinates Max had given him, the location of where the state police bad found Alex's car abandoned, and search for him. He doesn't even know what he expects to find or why he thinks they'll even find Alex out there in the middle of the desert, but it's the only lead he has and it's not like Max can send a search party out to look for someone wearing a shimmery necklace that reacts when you touch it.

It's then he realizes Rosa appears to be missing the most important part of this whole thing.

"Alex is missing. They found his car abandoned outside town. Did Liz not tell you?"

She shakes her head. "She just said you needed my help."

That's so Liz, he thinks. He knows she's preoccupied at the moment studying his now normal cells in hopes to science together a cure.

"But I don't understand something," Rosa continues, finger running over the alien glass as it shimmers under her touch. "How is a necklace going to help us find Alex?"

"Because Alex has the other half. And I have to hope that wherever he is, he's wearing it."

—-------

Rosa stands in the precise location of the spot where Alex's car had been found. The battery had been dead, the report had said, keys still in the ignition. But all Michael can see around for miles is sand and dirt. It had been half buried, as if a wind storm had rolled through at some point. But that was what led to someone discovering it, and to the state police getting involved.

All things they can worry about later.

"I - there's nothing here, Michael."

He was afraid that might happen. It was the easiest starting point, to think Alex was with the truck somewhere. Even if he refuses to even consider what it would mean for Alex to be buried underneath the sand this way.

That's not even going to be a possibility to him. Alex is alive. He knows he is.

"Are you sure?" He can't help asking.

Rosa turns back away from him, closing her eyes and he waits. He can hear her talking to herself, but can't make out the words. She'd done the same thing when he'd been teaching her how to focus, to catalog each sound in order to isolate the one she needed.

He almost doesn't see when she moves, taking a few steps away from him, as if walking towards something.

She holds out her hand, the necklace dangling from her fingers. "Michael! Take this, so I can focus."

He runs out to her, hopeful it means she found something. The necklace immediately goes over his head and back around his neck, and he takes a couple steps back to give her space.

"There's something - it's faint. Almost like I can't hear it. But there's something…"

She keeps moving, a few steps here, a few more steps there. And Michael wonders how bad the interference from the earth is that she's having this much trouble. But he's asked her to find the smallest piece of glass in the wide open desert - this was never going to be easy.

But he had to try.

"H-here," she finally announces, stopping. "It's here."

Shovel in hand, he digs.

It's his only focus, that they may find Alex.

He doesn't think about how he's digging up dirt and rock and sand. How no one could actually survive this.

He just digs.

Eventually he abandons the shovel, getting down on his hands and knees. Whatever Rosa heard, whatever is down here, he is going to find it.

—-------

Even covered in sand and dirt, Alex Manes is the most beautiful thing he's ever laid eyes on. His hair is matted to his head from the days underground, the necklace still hanging around his neck. Michael presses their foreheads together, softly touching their lips together as the tears roll down his cheeks.

He can't be dead.

He can't.

This isn't how this was supposed to go. Moving in together was supposed to be the beginning. They were building a life together, wasn't that was Alex said?

"Max," Michael sobs into the phone that he's barely able to hang onto. "I need you."

Time passes differently as he sits in the middle of the open desert, cradling Alex's body.

This is his fault. He'd panicked, refused to trust Alex with the console. Had made Alex go traipsing around the desert chasing weather balloons without a plan.

It didn't have to be like this.

"I can't save him, Michael."

He feels the anger bubbling up beneath the surface again.

"Just heal him. Do that thing you do best."

"I can't." There's something different in Max's voice. Regret, maybe. "I asked Bonnie to take my powers."

Michael drops the phone to the ground.

What I can't live without is you, Alex had told him just a week ago. But how was he supposed to live without Alex? How was he supposed to care about this planet, about staying here, when the one person who had tethered him here for the past decade was gone? The one person who made him first believe this planet could be home.

He pushes his hand against Alex's chest, above his heart. He tries to not think about how Alex's chest isn't moving, there's no air traveling to his lungs. That his heart isn't pumping blood anymore to keep him alive.

"You said you can't live without me," he sobs, bent over Alex's body. "But what about me?"

He was supposed to marry Alex. They were supposed to get married, and start a family. They were gonna grow old together. This was supposed to only be the beginning.

Not the end.

"What about me?" He asks again.

Palm still pressed against Alex's chest, Michael starts to sing. He doesn't know if Rosa can hear, doesn't really care either. The words to a song he's only heard once. He pauses every so often to gently kiss Alex's lips, to not think about how they feel wrong. He sobs the lyrics out word by word, remembering the way Alex had looked at him that night six months ago when he'd kissed him outside the Pony. The way Alex had laid his head on his shoulder afterwards, lips pressed to the skin of his neck.

This isn't how their story ends.

The ground starts to quake but he barely feels it.

Michael opens his eyes to see his hand glowing red.

He'd almost lost Alex once. That day he'd maneuvered his way into Deep Sky, only to find Alex teetering on the edge of a ledge. It had been one of the most terrifying moments in his life. A feeling he'd never wanted to repeat. One wrong move, one wrong step, and Alex would have been gone forever.

But he hadn't lost him that day. He'd gotten there in time. He'd found him.

Because they were just finally getting the chance they always should have gotten. They were going to go on that date and hold hands while walking down Main Street. And they were going to start the rest of their lives together.

"This planet isn't home without you in it," he says after he stops singing.

Beneath his hand, Alex's chest moves.

Spitting up sand and dirt, he watches as Alex reaches out to grab onto his shirt, opening his eyes finally.

"Michael."

He's alive.

He's alive.

Michael let's the tears come, feels them streaming down his cheeks, dropping into his shirt.

"I got you," he says, keeping his arms wrapped around Alex. "I got you."

But Alex won't stay still pushing against him, looking around the open desert, as if searching for someone. "Where is she?"

"Where's who?"

"She said - she said I was a contingency plan."

Michael shakes his head in disbelief. Tezca? Had she followed Alex out here as he began his weather balloon search?

"Someone did this?"

Alex nods, pushing himself to sit up, though immediately reaching back to take his hand again. As if Alex needs the touch as much as he does. He watches Alex glance around again, focusing for a moment on Rosa sitting on the tailgate of his truck not far away, phone pressed tight to her ear.

"How'd you - what happened?"

"You died," he replies, voice quiet. It feels less significant in this moment now that Alex is alive in front of him. He glances down at his hands and realizes he brought Alex back.

Bonnie had taken his abilities. She'd made him human. How had he been able to save Alex?

"What's wrong?"

Of course Alex notices. Back alive and of course he senses something is off.

"She stole my abilities. She made me human. But - I just - that shouldn't have been possible." He stares down at his hands, wondering what happened to allow him to bring Alex back to life. That he was suddenly able to heal just like Max.

Like Jones.

He reaches out, trying to move something, anything in the vicinity.

Nothing.

Alex takes hold of his hand, pressing it against his heart, keeping his own on top, and Michael looks up at him, meeting his gaze.

"We'll figure it out. Okay?"

Michael nods. Because it feels much more possible to do something, to believe something, when he's got Alex by his side.

[ghostypetrainer]

So is Akari Dawn in your au and does she remember? Specifically, would she know the folktales about Zoura/Zoroark possessing people? I’m just wondering if she would clock Ingo and what her reaction would be. Personally I’m envisioning her just going eh this isn’t the weirdest thing that’s happened to her recently.

Yup, she's Dawn!

I haven't 100% sorted out her role in the AU just yet, though I do feel she and Ingo cross paths in Hisui much sooner. And while the folklore isn't common where she grew up, it's definitely something she would have learned during her travels/time as Champion! But she wouldn't even really need to know it, bc uh... Ingo got kind of publicly exposed right before getting yeeted, and the head of a Battle Facility being revealed publicly to actually be a supposedly extinct variant of Zoroark? yeah, that gets a lot of coverage. She definitely would have heard about that.

I think she does lose her memories for real, but she can’t help but shake the feeling that there’s something important she should remember about Ingo whenever they meet. At first it makes her wary of him, but that very quickly evaporates when he helps her out of a tough bind, and she ends up trusting him a lot. They bond, and at some point it doesn’t matter what she was forgetting... right?

[sixstepsaway]

follow up to the two-part persona ask, I do also wonder if Izzy missed or misplaced the significance of “haven’t tried dying yet” because he mentally classifies every harebrained break from the maintenance of Blackbeard as ‘Edward’s Gonna Get Us All Killed If I Don’t Pay Clean This Up’, constantly being *in* a state of nearly dying- therefore when Ed actually *does* fuck up the date, izzy cant ‘fix’ it, having been reassured ed wasn’t too bad off by the oh plan to Kill Blackbeard and be Bonnet.

This got lost in my box somehow because I am positive I was awake 11hours ago but somehow I did not see this? Okay, whatever, at least it made it to me eventually lmao

I'm going to show you some caps from that scene because I promise you Izzy felt the full depth of "haven't tried dying yet" and just went into instant denial over it because of how painful the concept was to him.

(Tumblr: You can only have 10 images sorry. Me: I will dual you outside of a chick-fil-a, square up.)

I'd like to note here that Ed, much like the rest of us Mentally Ill Bitches, knows there's something wrong with him. "I shouldn't be bored. I'm fucking Blackbeard." He knows something is fucked up in that skull of his, but unfortunately it's 1717 and he's a man so he can't be diagnosed with hysteria and nothing else has really been deduced yet, so he's stuck just knowing his head's a mess and he can't fix it. Which, uh, is a really fucking depressing thought actually!

Izzy is also the one that gives Ed the idea of suicide, and that's... a whole new thing for Izzy to have to chew on, you know?

First time I went back through this scene, I focused on the fact Ed hones in on suicide as a notion to end his boredom, then meets Stede and, before Stede introduces him to the idea of retirement, he tells him he's 'been thinking of packing it all in', implying he's been genuinely considering yeeting himself into the abyss. Which was painful in itself.

But rewatching this scene with the singular purpose of honing in on Izzy and Con O'Neill's excellent micro expression acting even in the shots where he's turned away or blurry?

Agonizing, thank you.

This one especially. The furrow in his brow. The soft intensity in his eye. He's just heard his #1 person in the world say he's thinking dying could be the next big adventure because he can't stand living anymore and he inadvertently put the idea in his head. Babygirl is suffering.

God, this shot.

And then, coming back to my Cinematography Commentary™, this is another long shot from far away that makes you feel how isolated and alone Izzy feels. Delightful!

And then he writes it off and goes into denial because what else is he meant to do there? And goes to put the little ship away respectfully because Edward likes it lmao.

So: Missed or misplaced? No. Went into instant denial because it was too much for his already traumatized brain to bear? Absolutely. We talk a lot about how Izzy already has his own trauma and mental illness, whether it's from headcanons like @treesofgreen's re: sa, or just from a long life of piracy which has been established to be fucking terrible (beatings etc from Hornigold) and Izzy's clear class dynamics, but we don't really talk about his trauma and mental illness in relation to managing Ed's, and honestly? It's not a surprise that there's a step too far for Izzy's brain to handle and it's, "Edward wants to kill himself."

therefore when Ed actually *does* fuck up the date, izzy cant ‘fix’ it, having been reassured ed wasn’t too bad off by the oh plan to Kill Blackbeard and be Bonnet.

The plan to kill Stede comes after the lighthouse, so this is a slightly incorrect timeline. Izzy spends this entire episode in a state of "we're all fucking going to die" up until Ed does his flouncy little, "Frankfurters!" declaration in the fog, at which point he's so relieved and happy that Ed is still the genius he knows he is and that Ed had a plan to save them all along, and then Ed says, "Furthermore, it's a full moon--" and Izzy's life turns upside down again because Ed fucked that up and they're all going to die after all.

[hanniejji]

the last yakisoba

[ chifuyu matsuno x gn!s/o ]

summary: a trip to the convenience store isn't supposed to be a cliche first meet up, not when you're both sleep deprived and hungry and there's only one peyoung yakisoba left

note: i've come to realize what fuyu's eye color is. i keep calling it blue-green when it's simply called cyan… im dumb | m.list

words: 774 | warnings: none

freedom. something you're finally granted with after countless sleepless nights.

weeks of studying for the finals drained the life out of you and taking the damn exam itself made you feel like a zombie, just wandering around dead with no sense of direction.

but that's all in the past!

you yeeted your exam papers done, zoomed out of the classroom and went home, changed into some comfy clothes, and plopped yourself into your bed. by the time you passed out from exhaustion, it was five o'clock in the afternoon. you spent the rest of the evening asleep until you woke up from the sound of dogs barking outside at two in the morning.

to say you were hungry was an understatement.

you were starving and the only cure to your zombie-like state is to stuff yourself with food and snacks.

that's how you found yourself roaming the convenience store a few blocks away from your house—wearing only a random hoodie, pajama, and your soft cotton slippers—grabbing whatever snack you pass by on your way to the drinks. after filling your basket with your desired snacks, you abruptly stop in front of the instant food aisle, staring at the last package of peyoung yakisoba.

"i guess you're my late dinner tonight," you said to yourself, throwing it in the basket filled with snacks.

turning on your heels to the counter, a low boyish voice called out to you, stopping you from your track.

"uhm, excuse me?"

you turn to see a boy, doesn't seem to look older than you—you're pretty sure you've seen him in school before but your brain cells are not functioning properly at two in the morning. he has very pretty cyan eyes, they're kinda droopy from sleepiness and have dark circles under them—who doesn't anyway? his blonde hair is messy, the front hair lazily tied in an attempt to keep in from covering his eyes, and he looks like he's been through some rough shit—again, who doesn't?

honestly speaking, he still looks good even in that state, you thought.

"yes?"

"was that… the last one of them?" he shyly points the package of peyoung yakisoba on top of the numerous snacks in your basket.

"oh," you sadly smiled at his defeated look, "yeah, it's the last one."

"oh man," he whines, throwing his head back to wallow in self pity. you chuckle at the pout on his face, he kinda looks like a kicked puppy now.

"would you like to have it?"

"huh?" his eyes widened in surprise at the offer, now fully awake before shaking his head, "no no it's ok! you got to it first. there's another store a few streets away from here anyway, i can just go buy there," he says, but you can see how he takes a few quick glances at the package.

"well, i have a variety of snacks with me right now, surely one less snack won't hurt me," you hand him the package, "besides, you look like you really need a 'pick me up' food," you point out, poking his chest with the yakisoba.

"oh… but," his head turned down to look at the package, "i heard you said you haven't had dinner yet…"

what?

you weren't fast enough to stop the laugh from escaping your mouth, watching him glare at you with another pout on his face. his cheeks are tinted with a slight pink, showcasing his embarrassment.

"let's share it then."

"what?"

"what?"

i think the lack of sleep is getting to me.

you didn't know what came to your mind when you said that. sharing food with a stranger isn't your type of thing, but if the stranger looks this handsome, what could go wrong? besides, he doesn't look like he'll try and do something bad to you, right? if he did, then that's a consequence you'll worry about later. don't do this please djskd stay cautious around strangers!

"a-are you sure?" he rubs the nape of his neck, his eyes glancing back and forth at you and the tiled floor.

"i could really use some company," you bashly said as an excuse, "we can just tell the lady at the counter to get it ready, then we can eat at the tables in front of the store. whaddya say?"

he seemed to go silent for a few seconds, before a small smile appeared on his face, eyes a bit more alive than earlier.

"sure."

"also, if i'm going to share my snacks with you, can i know your name?"

"oh! i'm sorry, my name's chifuyu!"

"hm, i'm y/n. have i seen you before? you kinda look familiar."

[oh-so-heavenly]

These are the highlights of episode three

IT'S BLACKBEARD IT'S BLACKBEARD IT'S BLACK BEARS IT'S-

"nice, very good. love that" is this TripAdvisor?

"then invite 'em aboard the ship" SIR, is this a date??? 😳😳

"he's a killer, but instead of killing with weapons, he kills with ✨ kindness✨" love the attitude

Frenchie represents me drawing in class tbh

"all you need is a fence" i- bruh

"you mean for the thing with her husband?" For anyone wondering the thing is, indeed, murder :)

"we want our bodies to be smaller" oh, god, the 2000's are back

"We could've made magic" jsjsjs more like syphilis but whatever

poorly mixed drinks

Not them posing right next to the skeleton. #gentleman pirate #behave yerself #pirate life #vsco 1700's

THEY REHEARSED, THEY ARE THEATER KIDS WITH NO IMPULSE CONTROL, OR COMMON SENSE-

"hear ye, hear ye" my name is samuel seabury no te jode

What is Melipnos doing here?? (Don't ask me how I know the name of this Brooklyn nine-nine side character from memory, HE WAS REALLY FUNNY OKAY)

"absolutely titanic balls" 👀

I BET JACKIE IS GONNA BE SO badass

my cat just fell asleep restin his cute lil face on my computer and he's the cutes thing ever. i just thought about sharing this with y'all (prolly gonna take a pic too)

"Iggy" SAVAGE

"go suck eggs in hell" boy if that ain't a marriage proposal

"TO MY DEAD HUBBY" you go queen!!

AAAAAAAAA "I LOVES ME A THIEF"

and now he's picking up the noses

#genital pirate for the win

"and still he said no?" Oh, someone's caught your interest??

"Fascinating" OH, FUCK ME

Balls For Days (someone put that on a t-shirt)

HE STOLE THE DAGGER FOR JIM

oh... that's a kiss 😳

THEY MADE TAPAS

"they are like catnip to Spaniards" i mean, yeah, he ain't wrong

HE GOT STABBED??? :(

"did you mean to do that" this guy

"Cara de culo" high-quality insult, would highly recommend 10/10

"I'm actually into that" MELIPNOS NO

SPANIARD SAID YEET

BOYFRIEND TO THE RESCUE BOYFRIEND TO THE RESCUE BOYFRIEND TO THE RESCUE (i know they haven't even meet yet but i love them)

TAIKA WAITITI IS SO HOT I CAN'T- 🥵🔥

"you've heard of me?" GAY™

"I've heard all about you" SIR-

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