#he has a serious case of resting bitch face

[a-beneficial-union]

I was trying to figure out the accepted standard attire for dimension hoppers from the ninth timeline cluster of the Branches.

This here is an unnamed Ben from the ninth branch who was not around during Eon's reign (nor fall). A lot of the tech and practices normalized by Eon's Aid are still used, but with superficial differences to try and distance themselves from those whom the technologies came from.

In ninth, the aesthetic changes are much less emphasized and generally rather token. Stardust cloth (a stretchy armor made from altered arachnachimp silk infused with a material similar to Chromadome's crystalline flesh) is still considered one of the most effective preventative materials (not including those imbued with magic). B.U. era stardust cloth has a more green tint due to industry practices (which had been informed by the desire for an altered aesthetic).

The ninth branch takes influence from the Forever Knights (whom -en normally slaughters) and from their relationship with Julie (she takes him to a Chinese festival one time and it becomes their Entire personality).

[girltoya]

I like Harumichi as a character and he’s a well written antagonist type of guy, which is good because it makes me so invested in him and it adds a lot to Toya’s stories when he’s there. However, it is also bad because whenever he pops up on screen I get so pissed off that I can’t even think straight and I can’t pick him apart in my brain like I want to. All logic washes away and I start seeing is red. He’s such an interesting character. I hope he dies

[justwinginglife]

what abt a soshiro and a babyshiro req ❓babyshiro is almost the carbon copy of soshiro but the kid always has that serious/brooding resting face that he always contrasts soshiro's own smiley face with,,,, n then sometimes babyshiro would wander off and watch the officers train but the officers always like shiver when they sense babyshiro's ominous aura observing them (the kid just has a permanent intimidating pout)

The Unstoppable Trio

When you first saw a picture of Soshiro as a kid, you were overwhelmed by just how adorable he was and you vowed to him that when you had his baby, they would look exactly like him. He just laughed and shook his head at you, saying you couldn't control what they looked like, and what if he wanted them to look more like you instead? But you stood firm in your statement- you wanted, no, you needed a little baby Soshiro running around your house, his little bowlcut flopping around as he played, his purple eyes peeking out from underneath his tired lids. 

And when you finally did have your first kid and he was the exact carbon copy of your husband, Soshiro then assumed you had some sort of otherworldly power to manifest your desires with such accuracy. You let him continue to think you were a god, it made things easier. It helped that your predictions were almost always correct as well. Soshiro had started taking your side on almost everything, after seeing firsthand how the universe just seemed to bend to your will, and when people disagreed with you, he’d quickly shut them down, whispering that you’d curse their family for generations if they didn’t shut up. He made you laugh. 

And your kid was just like him, always seeking out ways to make you laugh, to make you smile. If he said something silly and you giggled, he’d repeat it over and over to elicit the same reaction. If he did something cute and you fawned over him, he’d continue doing it, continue soaking up your adoration. 

Soshiro was both pouty and proud about it. He wanted your attention too, but he was impressed that someone so young had already figured out the secret to keeping you happy. He felt like if he ever passed too soon, his son would take good care of his mom. So he let him have your attention, he let him learn how best to love you.

In fact, you and your husband were the only people your son actively showered with love. He was worse at showing it to anyone else. He had such a severe case of resting bitch face around everybody else that rumors started going around that you, with your supernatural powers, had birthed a demon of some sort. Because if anyone were to have given him these genetics, it wouldn’t have been smiley Soshiro, it would’ve been you. You were downright intimidating sometimes, and it seemed your child had already perfected that same art of intimidation at such a young age. 

Now, every time you looked at your baby boy, he was the picture perfect angel, grinning just like his daddy did. But everyday your husband would bring you a new story about what your “perfect baby boy” did to scare the shit out of someone today, and it cracked Soshiro up to no end, he’d say “Our kiddo is a real comedian.”

Apparently Iharu had gotten called to the Captain’s office while he was mid bathroom break and he had zipped up his pants as quickly as he could, almost tripping over his own feet trying to exit the bathroom and your baby had blocked the door. Iharu scratched his head, perspiring a little at the sight of what looked like a scowl, before finally trying to appease the kid.

“Um. Hey buddy. Hey little man. Mind moving out of the way for me?”

He didn’t budge. He simply pointed to the sink. “Wash.” He demanded.

Iharu lifted an eyebrow and turned to peer at the sink. Wash? He looked back at the kid, a puzzled look on his face. Did your kid expect him to help him wash his hands? He didn’t have time for this, the Captain needed him. 

“Uh, sorry friend, maybe your dad can help you. Is he around?”

And then came the infamous eye roll that he had seen you do a million times whenever Soshiro teased you. Iharu thought your kid did the eye roll better than you, he was infinitely more terrified now.

 “You. No. Wash. You. Wash. Now.”

Iharu almost peed his pants again as he realized what the kid was saying. He forgot to wash his hands. The kid was blockading the door all because he forgot to clean up after himself. Iharu shivered as he washed his hands, imagining the consequences if he’d done something worse than forgetting to wash his hands. Your kid was pretty damn frightening.

And it turned out that Soshiro was just around the corner, clutching his sides, chuckling to himself. When he saw Iharu stumble out of the restroom looking like he’d seen a ghost, Soshiro simply said, “Bet you won’t forget to do that again,” before wiping tears from his eyes and then patting his kid on the head to reward him for good behavior. 

Even Kaguragi, big and strong as he was, fell victim to the mini-you. Your son had wandered into the training room where Kaguragi was lifting weights and for a minute, he just watched him. It was enough to get Kaguragi sweating, but if anyone asked, he could blame it on the workout. Then your kid strolled over to him and pointed to the weights, saying “More.”

So Kaguragi added another weight to his set, though unsure why he was listening to a child. He did a couple reps before your kid, again, repeated “More.” He wanted to tell your kid that he was being ridiculous, that he was already lifting way more than he usually did, but one look at his face froze him in place. He nodded his head compliantly. “More it is, little guy.” And he kept adding more and more, at your kid’s instruction, until he was about to collapse. Soshiro laughed so hard he had to run to the bathroom, where he ran into Iharu again, gave him shit about washing his hands again, and then relieved himself. 

The women were not immune to your son’s cold stare either, as proven by Shinomiya’s standoff with him. She had heard the rumors and she had scoffed at them, saying it was ridiculous for anyone to be afraid of a child and that they should be sorry to call themselves Defense Force officers. She had even marched around the base, looking for the child, so she could prove her grit. She found Soshiro holding his hand as they went for a walk and she knelt down to take a look at the little guy. 

“Aww, hi cutie! Are you taking a walk with your daddy? Everyone says you’re so scary, but you’re just a little sweetie pie, aren’t you?” 

His icy gaze pierced her soul as he spoke, “Where’s your daddy? No daddy?”

Shinomiya ran away crying. 

You did apologize to Shinomiya for the incident, setting down a large bouquet of her favorite flowers on her nightstand before leaving her to sulk in bed the rest of the day. And you were actually sorry for her, but unfortunately, you and Soshiro were also slightly amused. It was an entertaining notion that your son could take down even the great Shinomiya, and especially after she talked such a big game.

“What a tough guy you are, baby boy.” You kissed him on the head and he smiled the most darling smile. You returned home with him on your hip and Soshiro at your side. 

So now you were the unstoppable trio. And everyone knew it.

[r0-boat]

I finally met him in the story, and he's stolen my heart, so could I get some headcannons for Marbas? I love that buff healer man ❤️ fluff or nsfw is fine I just want content for relationship stuff with him

I love Marbas!!! Aaa

Whb Marbas headcannons sfw&nsfw

It is Canon that all the stuff he has around him, like the straps and the blood bags, are his work uniform, so my head cannon is that He has a special kind of blood that makes him a universal donor to all, whether demon human or angel. So, to ensure he produces a lot of blood, his diet should be rich in iron, calcium, etc. So he is very big on diet and eating well. After all, eating healthy is the secret to a long, healthy life. He's especially worried about you since humans have much shorter lifespans than devils. He's usually the one reminding you if you've eaten. He instructs one of the devils to bring you food packed with nutrients if you haven't.

Marbas is a very serious devil; if you are a jokester and full of excitement, you are enough excitement for him. How you piss him off is if you don't take your health seriously, if he has to control how you take care of your body, he will. Actually he prefers it, He prefers that he is in charge of your health He's actually jealous of Lucifer that he is your primary care doctor because he wants to do it.

He indulges you because he cares, And if you don't stop him now, he can get quite smothering, when I mean smothering I mean my guy will try to bathe you. He treats you like a God, he worships the ground you walk on.

He likes that you're a human because it gives him a sense of strength so he can protect you. Since he is from Paradise Lost a kingdom full of healers a lot of demons assume that they are the weaker members of the species which is far from the case.

When he looks at you, He gives you such a soft loving look which is different from his normal scowl and resting bitch face.

Tells you not to eat candy, that candy is unhealthy, that you will get sick if you eat too much... Also him: destroys the bowl of candies on his desk.

If you're one of those types of people that gets so sick your bedridden, He's honestly in heaven, because you'll be in Paradise Lost in a soft comfy bed and he gets to take care of you all day. That coddling is in full force when he's practically feeding you soup cooing and smiling.

NSFW

Treat You like a Queen, fucks you like a slut. He will make sure that you know his safe word because he ain't going to stop when you say no. Even warns you before that he is rather rough in bed.

But don't worry, no matter what, no matter how many marks or how many times he makes you red and bleed, He will take care of you just as much. Marbas will fuck you so hard; he'll leave you bedridden, then he'll take care of you when you wake up. Admire the marks all over your body as he gives you a massage

He will use you like a stress toy, probably buys sex toys and bondage from Abaddon. He needs to know what your limits are. Marbas almost never satisfied his body until you, and he is eager to make up for lost time.

His stamina rivals that of the Kings; maybe that's because He hardly ever lets that self-restraint slip. If he's not inside you, he doesn't even touch himself. If it's not you're squeezing walls, then he gets no pleasure. He doesn't mind. He likes the tight feeling when his balls are so full it's almost going to burst, straining against his pants as he watches you like a hawk, his mind thinking about all the way he's going to bend you over his desk.

He loves You being a human so much. It gets him so much power. Maybe it's just him being a demon, but he craves to corrupt you. He wants to corrupt and destroy you as much as he wants to cradle and protect you. He craves to be in control. Some devils say he has a bit of a human kink, since he prefers the softness and fragility of humans than other devils.

He tries to avoid and ignore the fact that he might have a fetish for humans, He totally doesn't think about how easy it is for a soft human to fall apart on a demon cock. How tight they are compared to demons, how easy it is to bring them to tears by just pleasure. How it's so easy to leave marks on their skin how nicely they sound when they scream his name.

[a-little-lostmoon]

some LU headshots in my style for personal reference. subject to change bc drawing consistently is a bitch but overall i think i’m happy w them! (ignore the comic/writing idea in the upper right corner it may or may not be made into a full think idk yet—)

typed notes for each lu member + a little extra below cut

wild—

oval eyes

rounder oval ((ish)) face

amber earrings

healed scarring

androgynous

i tried to reference the boys’ canonical character models to individualize their features more. i love botw and totk sm but personally i’m not the hugest fan of the way the characters look for it? even so, i think the rounder sort of eye shape works really well for my wild

his colors specifically i drew to be a bit more sunset kissed/orangeish bc i was referencing a wild photo in which the time was sunset. thats abt it. but i think it’s really pretty on him so i’m probably just keeping that whenever i draw wild

warriors—

cheek bones/jawline

rounder ears

pointy eyes ((eyeliner that could stab a person))

cheek scar bc i felt like it

i stole away some of wars’ side fringes, forgive me i couldn’t decide whether i wanted them to cover up his jawline and chickened out. if anyone actually read the comic thing you’ll see smth abt the old man and wars talking abt how his hair parted to the other side of his face during the war. i made it to ‘vent my frustrations’ bc i drew his hair part referencing HW photos of link instead of LU wars and it’s now become my headcanon.

his hair color is vivid bc HW color pallet is pretty damn vivid and his eyes & earrings are a deeper blue to match his scarf. color coordination!

anw he’s a pretty boy so i made him pretty — that’s pretty much the rest i have to say abt that

time—

tired eyes

longest ears

(slight) rbf

both time & legend have half circle/oval eyes ((kind of. at least that’s what i tried to go for to give them a more worn/serious look))

i’m not the best with differentiating ages. i tried to make him look a bit more worn/oldest but i also wanted all of them to still carry some of that classic pretty boy link look. don’t have much else to say but he has the longest/angular ears bc fairy boy. let’s pretend four’s don’t look longer than his i drew him later and forgot

twilight—

<-takes more features from malon ((who i haven’t drawn yet so you don’t have any reference on that))

pretty boy face (wasn’t intentional but it is what it is)

twilight princess link is v pretty. twilights usually one of the more rugged (for lack of a better term) looking ones bc he’s among the taller ones/apart of the “adult” squad but i accidentally made him very pretty looking. oops. don’t know if that will remain consistent for him if i draw him more so we shall see

him and time share less features than i might’ve wanted? you can see a bit of time’s jaw in the way his face curves but overall they don’t share many features. again, he takes more after malon. but their hair textures are incredibly similar if that means anything

gave him jade studs bc they reminded him of midna and are practical enough that he can just keep them in the whole time (bc he will lose them or forget abt them if he takes them off)

sky—

rounder face

big eyes

lips

big ears

his hair color was a bitch to get right im not sorry i had to say it color is so hard to work with. in any case! skyward sword link has bigger looking eyes cus of the style and i just ran w that. his earrings are magenta to match sun’s dress but look red when the light catches them right (or wrong ig bc they look red in dim light too) just bc i realized his earrings were red to match his outfit/crimson.

sky and the next three (everyone sans wind) probly look the least off their character models

legend—

oval iris

full rbf

multiple piercings ((this is important for u to know))

longer narrow face & features

boy’s a strawberry blond bc i said so. and also legend purple eyes propaganda. i don’t know where exactly that originated but like i love it and im on board. he also has purple stud earrings he always keeps in — curious, isn’t it. he probably has more than i gave him but well, thats all i gave him. it gets the picture across. hc that legend realized he couldn’t get more fingers for his rings but he could get more piercings that could handle jewelry that did almost exactly the same thing. practicality!

also i couldn’t decide on legend’s hair length. its all hidden by that hat of his so i just… didn’t draw the back half portion of his hair. does that make my legend bald at the back of his head? you decide.

hyrule—

wide face narrow chin

freckles!!!

bigger earlobes

the earlobes is me projecting /hj but i tried to reference the og link’s face shape for him which idk if i like yet. he has freckles and more accent colors in his hair and eyes which is a subtle thing but a sorta maybe reference to his fairy magic. no piercings for him! i forgot them/didnt see them on og link and can’t really imagine when hyrule would ever get the time to pierce them so he and wind can do that together eventually to bond. legend will do it probly — he obviously has the experience and wild can’t be trusted (offered to pierce winds ears with a knife canonically)

wind—

big eyes

void eyes

big ears but rounder than skys

soft face

fluffy hair

wind’s 100 yard stare *does* things to the chain but none of them tell him that because he’d definitely use it to freak people out. i couldnt decide between going lighter sun bleached hair wind or bright blinding yellow toon link hair so i kind of meshed them together to create that. tried to make him the youngest looking

four—

symmetrical angles ((and then i drew a polygon quadrilateral bc thats the shape i used as a reference)) for cheeks and eyes

minish feather ((earring))

minish ears & nose

hime bangs

yk the picture of a minish that comes up when googled? thats what i used as a reference for his features. ears specifically, nose somewhat. four’s eyes are usually the greyish hazel color you get from mixing all of their colors together but i liked the split look for this piece more. his hair color is also wind’s but inverted so wind’s lights are four’s highlights and his darks make up the brunt of the base color as a slight reference to how it’s occasionally theorized/hc that wind is four’s descendant.

and the hime bangs were bc i wanted a little more “link side fringe” variation and i thought the sort of straight cut looked nice. hime bangs are not the right term tho bc he parts them to the side and doesn’t have that straight cut on his forehead but i’m too lazy to fight the correct term

— thank u for reading, go hydrate and eat if you have not <3

[deanscherrypie420]

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A/N: It's summer! I figured I should write some summer fics <3 I hope you enjoy! Let me know if there are any errors <3333

Characters: The BAU team, Reader Y/N

Pairing: Spencer Reid X Reader

Warnings: just alll fluff, minor alcohol reference, FLUFF!!!

Summary: After a rough case, everyone decides to unwind with a nice slumber party - as Garcia would say - at the beach.

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Y/N loaded into JJ's car with Emily and Penelope, stuffing their bags into the trunk before her and Emily slid into the back seat, Penelope taking the passenger.

Jennifer was talking about her relationship with Will, and how generous he is for agreeing to stay home with Henry. "Well, hold up. Now that we're on the topic, have you and Reid made a move yet?" Emily questioned Y/N, earning an excited Oh yeah from Garcia.

"Seriously? Me and him aren't even together-" She tried, but the ball of energy in front of her wasn't having it. "That is the point! Oh. My. Goodness! Today, at the beach, you, you and him!" Penelope explained, flailing her hands around in excitement.

"Yeah, I mean you're gonna be lookin' all hot in your bikini. Might as well make a move." Emily added, making Y/N roll her eyes. "Guys, cut it out." She deadpanned, an annoyed edge in her voice.

"What's up? I thought you two liked each other?" JJ prodded. Y/N groaned and her shoulders slumped. "I'm not the prettiest girl in the world. I doubt seeing me in a bathing suit is gonna change his mind on that."

All three of the girls next to her gasped, a bit dramatized, and turned to face her. Jennifer looked at her through the mirror and gave her a 'Bitch please' look. "What? I'm just being realistic!" She tried to defend herself.

"You're being pessimistic!" Penelope argued, Emily nodding along with her words. JJ pulled the car over at the edge of a hill. Penelope raised a brow and stared her down, "The beach is down there? Are you serious? What part of no exercise do you not understand!"

The girls laughed and collected their stuff from the trunk. They were wearing their swim-suits underneath their t-shirts, not bothered to put pants over.

Y/N walked to the beach, stepping carefully around rocks as she made her way down the hill. She hopped down once she made it to the sand, then used her hand to shield her eyes from the sun.

Hotch and Jack were in the water, playing what seemed to be tag. Rossi was drinking wine underneath the fortress of shade they made, laying back in a comfortable chair.

Derek ran over to them, a huge grin on his face. "Hey ladies! Where the bikinis at?" He helped Penelope down and pulled her into a hug, then looking back to the rest of them.

"You're such a tease." Emily joked, following Y/N to the canopies. Y/N set her stuff down on her new-claimed chair and tossed her hair over her shoulder.

Spencer ran up to Morgan and Garcia, rushing to explain the cool rock he found. "It's sea glass! Look," He lifted the pink crystal up to show Garcia. "It's a natural piece of rock, and it gets it's glass like look from, from, uh-"

He started stammering when he noticed Y/N slip her t-shirt over her head, leaving her in a small, black bikini. He tried to continue speaking, he really did, but he couldn't tear his eyes away from her.

She was marvelous, curves and all. Morgan noticed and nudged his shoulder. "Ooh, someone has a crush." He teased and Spencer quickly turned his focus away from her. "I do not. Anyway-"

He continued to teach them about the importance and history of sea glass for a good fifteen minutes, Derek yawning comically every few minutes.

Y/N ran up behind them and jumped on Reid's back, hugging his torso tight. "Spence! Come on, let's go swim!" She insisted, grabbing his arm and pulling him away from his conversation.

Penelope gave Reid a thumbs up and then went with Derek to set her stuff down. Spencer followed her to the water, trying not to look below her waist. Jack ran up to her and they could see JJ scolding Hotch.

"You should've told me you were bringing Jack! I would've brought Henry!" She explained to him and he nodded putting his hands up in defense.

"Y/N! Can you swim with me!" Jack asked, and she crouched down, brushing her ass against Spencer's crotch without realizing. He stepped back, swallowing hard.

"I'm not the best swimmer, so maybe we should bring Spence with us?" She offered, and Jack nodded, taking her hand and dragging her deeper into the water.

Spencer turned and saw Morgan running after her, Jack's giggling growing. "What are you lau-" She started, but Derek lifted her up and ran her further out, throwing her far out into the sea.

She was screaming and cursing, laughter bellowing from everyone. Y/N was shivering as she ran out of the water, grappling onto Morgan and pushing him down.

Spencer was laughing hard, trying to cover his mouth with his hand to conceal his amusement. She glanced at him, a wicked grin tugging up the corners of her mouth.

She charged after the man, jumping on him like she had earlier. He caught her effortlessly and spun her around, dizzying her no doubt. JJ took out her phone and started recording, and David refilled his bottle of wine. "Young love." He said in a sing-song voice.

"Okay! Okay! Put me down!" Y/N begged relentlessly, kicking her legs and squealing. Spencer didn't want to, he liked being this close with you, but he gave into her requests and tossed her back into the water.

She shrieked and crawled out of the water as quick as possible, wiping sand off of her knees. Spencer studied her, his cheeks warming as he traced her body with his eyes.

"Hey, Lover-Boy! Get over here, we got sandwiches!" Derek called out to them. He looked down at her, a playful grin growing on his lips. They'd known each other for forever, accumulating a secret language over the years.

Race you? He asked with his eyes, and she bit her lip in agreement, her eyes twinkling. They started running, and he easily took the lead. Suddenly, she gasped and grabbed her knee, a low groan escaping her throat.

He turned and rushed over to her, crouching by her side. "Hey, what happened? Are you okay?" He asked and she shook her head. "I think I pulled a muscle." She explained and he frowned. "Let me take a look at it,"

When his hand met her calf, she grabbed it and pushed him face-first into the sand. "You can't beat me, Spencey!" She taunted as she ran towards the canopies, leaving him in the wind.

He stood up and jogged over as well, catching the sandwich Emily tossed at him. "That wasn't fair! You cheated." He bargained, and Hotch shook his head, Jack mirroring his actions. "That seemed pretty fair."

Y/N just giggled, reaching into the cooler for her drink. She preferred Truly drinks over beer or wine, the fruity taste more enjoyable in her opinion. She moved things around in an attempt to find them, but had no luck.

"Seriously? Did we forget my shit?" She all but whined. The sun was gonna start setting within a few hours and she wanted to end the night with a buzz.

Penelope looked over her shoulder, helping her search the ice-chest. "No, no, no. I swear I packed them!" She said as she aimlessly looked around.

"You can share my wine, and that's a limited time offer." Rossi proposed, fake cheering his glass in the air. She just shook her head, biting the inside of her cheek as she tapped her hip.

"Oh! In the pink ice-chest! I left it in the trunk, I'm sorry!" JJ cleared the air, shoving her phone into her top - a make-shift pocket. "I can go with you to get it if you want?"

"I'll go with her." Spencer offered, nearly cutting JJ off. "Oh, yes, yeah. You two go ahead." She said as she waved them over to the hill trail.

Y/N made small talk as they walked up to the car. She was walking in front of him and he found it quite tantalizing, having to divert his eyes somewhere else every few seconds.

When they reached the car, she popped the trunk and Spencer raised it. She unlatched the cooler and hooted in triumph. "Yes! God, I can't live without these." She cracked open a can and took a swig, lifting it up and offering it to Reid.

"You know I don't drink, Y/N." He explained and she rolled her eyes. "Right, right. Can't believe I forgot." She said sarcastically, setting the drink down onto the trunk bed. "Also, you're carrying that. You're the strong one here."

Spencer scoffed and shook his head, finding her childish behavior amusing. Something else was on his mind though, something he wanted to do while she was still sober.

"Hey, Y/N?" He stepped closer, nearly trapping her by the car. "Yes?" She felt her heart flutter, the close proximity letting butterflies loose in her stomach.

Before she knew it, he had kissed her. It was soft and slow, his plush lips moving gently against hers. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back, more passion seeping in.

He pulled away, a boyish smile playing on his lips. "I've wanted to do that for awhile. I really like you, Y/N." He told her and she knew her cheeks warmed.

"I really like you, too." She said before kissing him again. He smiled into the kiss and then scooped her up, tossing her over his shoulder. He grabbed the cooler and her drink in the other hand, beginning to walk back down the path.

"Put me down, Spence!" She squealed and giggled, his laughter only making hers grow. "This is what you get for throwing me in the sand!" He chuckled, bouncing her up his shoulder more for a better grasp. She yelped and then broke into loud fits of laughter along with him.

The group watched them as they came back down, shit-eating grins on all of their faces. "Finally," Aaron said. Morgan turned around and pointed at him, "I knew they had a thing for each other!" He exclaimed and the group broke out into their own laughter.

"We all did!"

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A/N: I hope you guys enjoyed! This was super fun to write! Leave requests if you have any <3 Follow, like and comment <33

[tulipsforyourlips]

✧˖°. i found you ✧˖°. (1)

|| the sandman x dead boy detectives ||

SUMMARY: You run the dead boys detective agency along with your two best friends. And somehow two ghosts and a living girl make it work. Until you dream one night, of dream himself.

PAIRING: dream of the endless x fem!reader

WC: 800

WARNINGS: mentions of blood

PART 1 ✧˖°.

"Promise me.”

"Hope I,-"

"Promise Dream."

"I promise." 

The Dream Lord stiffened in his seat as he banished away his thoughts to the darkest chambers of his mind, afraid they would return otherwise. But they still did, every time. The colours swirling in the glass pane that framed his throne cast vibrant hues of light on his poised face, accentuating his features that were sharp enough to cut skin. Promise Dream, the words came back as a whisper, evoking a chill on his neck that travelled through his spine. He shut his eyes willing his mind to quiet, trying to-

"My lord." Lucienne's welcoming voice pulled him to the present. 

"You have a visitor," she announced. 

Morpheus raised an eyebrow imperceptibly at his failure to come up with someone who might visit his realm, especially when he was not expecting anyone. 

"Little brother,”

The voice was accompanied by a woman with black curls and a skin that glowed before the light from the glass pane even touched her. 

"Death," Morpheus stated, bewilderment tucked somewhere in his tone. After all, he hadn't expected to meet her again so soon. 

"How are you?" She asked.

"I am truly well sister, what brings you here?"

Death knew how much truth his ‘truly well’ held but let it pass for the moment. "Lucienne would you please excuse us for a minute?" 

"Ofcourse my lady.” She dipped her head and pursued the command, closing the colossal doors behind her. 

"Something...something has happened.” Death wasted no time in speaking.  

This time Dream did not try to hide the raise in his eyebrow. "Whatever do you mean?" His calm voice floated through the room. 

"Dream,”

Before she could follow the sentence, turmoil had already begun growing within him, Death was using his name only to soften the blow. 

"It's here."

“Bloody hell, that was one hell of a case!” Charles exclaimed as he shut the door behind you three. 

“Charles you know Edwin suffers from serious ptsd please stop using hell so much around him. It’s not like the British lack in creative curses,” you reprimanded him as you shrugged your jacket off, draping it over the couch. 

“Haha you’re hilarious,” Edwin stated monotonically while Charles started chanting ‘hell’ in the background just to spite the both of you. 

“Thanks hon,” you winked. “And Charles shut that hole up or if the ghost didn’t get you I surely will.”

“Hell hell hell hell hell- ow what was that for?” 

You grinned in delight as your boot contacted with his abdomen, “for being annoying.” 

Another “ow” escaped Charles as he sent glaring looks at you. “And that?” 

“For being you,” you beamed, devoid of both your boots now.

Your smile was quickly wiped off your face as Charles began his incantation right in your face. 

“Get away from me!” You groaned flailing your hands to push his bloodied face away. 

“Okay now I don’t know about you both but I for one am seriously tired after the events that have transpired during the day. So if you will excuse me and please take whatever this is,” Edwin gestured at the both of you with a foul expression, “somewhere else because I need to rest.” 

“Hell hell hell,” Charles resumed being annoying as if nothing had happened. 

“I swear if even a droplet of that ghost’s blood drops on my t-shirt I will fucking kill you. Again.” 

“Hell hell- you love me too much for that-hell hell-”

“Yeah? Go on and find out- NO!” You let out a scream that would have for sure woken up your neighbours if you had any, being a secretive ghost agency and what not. 

“You bitch! That was my favourite t-shirt!” You looked down at the once white fabric now bearing an impression of Charles' right profile in blood.

“I know.” He had the audacity to smirk at that. 

You went for his throat, fully determined to give truth to your previous threat when Edwin pulled you from him. 

"Enough! Both of you!” 

Charles and you stared at each other, your ears still hot with fury.

“Charles go wash up that face please! And Hazel you need sleep, unlike us, so go retire to your bedroom.” 

“Like you can just order us around,” you rolled your eyes. 

But Edwin’s one look in your way got you scrambling for your jacket. 

“Yes boss.” Charles made his way to the bathroom. 

“Goodnight Edwin, fuck you Charles.” And you departed with your wishes.

You sighed as you switched on the lights in your room, and plopped down on the single bed. Not even mustering up the courage to change into your night clothes, you let sleep engulf you and entered the world of dreaming. 

A/N: hello peeps this story is set post the events of the sandman show and i haven’t read the comics so you will have to bear with the inconsistencies and the like. if i mess up real bad pls do let me know<3

SERIES MASTERLIST ✧˖°.

[seireitonin]

Ugly

(A not so short part from my comic I’m writing called False Miracles (ft Sebastia and Toby.) Also an angsty part I can’t help myself sorry!

Also spoilers for the comic obviously

Sebastia is curled up in the corner, head resting on the wall. Another day, another fight. Ever since Toby “found her” in the cabin, they’ve been stationed together and fighting. Some days it’s about when they first met which was also the first time they physically fought. Other days, it’s about how annoying Toby finds her because of how untrusting and accusatory Sebastia is. She’s constantly accusing him of wanting to harm her, him backstabbing her, him doing horrible things to her.

Not that Sebastia can control it that much. Miracle is constantly in her head, feeding her these ideas about Toby and everyone else around her. But even if that wasn’t the case, Sebastia is anxious and unstable. Unable to remove herself from her traumatized survivor mindset. Never relaxing, never opening up. Especially to a man.

“Why are you such a bitch all the time?!” Toby glares at her. “We can’t go two hours without you accusing me of something or you breaking down completely!

“Don’t call me that! It’s not my fault I don’t trust you! I hardly even know you or your intentions! You expect me to just trust you, a killer, a dangerous man with open arms and mind?! I don’t think so!”

“We fought once! Since then i haven’t given you a single reason not to trust me! You’re always flinching and jumping if I even breathe around you! It’s so fucking annoying!”

“Once is all it takes! You buried your hatchet in my shoulder without a second thought! You think I can trust someone like that?! Trust a man like that?! That will hurt someone like it’s as easy as breathing air?!”

“I found you covered in other people’s blood…don’t think you’re better than me! Don’t sit there like you’re a saint!”

“No…I’m not like you. Don’t you ever…compare me to you.”

Sebastia stands up. She’s not confrontational. Far from it. However, Toby comparing them to each other….Sebastia takes being compared to a violent man an insult.

“I did what I had to do to survive. To live. You just do it because you’re mindless and violent!”

Toby let’s put a dry chuckle and starts laughing at her words. Like he finds this whole thing amusing, like he’s not taking her seriously.

“Funny. That’s exactly what I said when I killed my first person.”

Sebastia gasps.

Toby mocks his past mindset and Sebastias current one with his words “Oh, I’m not a bad person! I just did what I had to do to be free! I had to end this persons life to stop the torture they put me through! That doesn’t make me a bad person!”

He runs his hand through his hair, laughing and shaking his head and continues to speak.

“Is that how you’re justifying it? That how you sleep at night?”

He walks towards Sebastia, eyes wide, crazed and smiling. As if this conversation was bringing up memories that were too much for his mind to handle as well. He keeps walking towards her and she keeps backing up, looking at him with eyes full of fear, until her back hits a wall and she’s trapped between the wall and Toby.

“Guess what, Sebastia?” He looks directly into her eyes, a very serious and cold look on his face. More serious than Sebastia has ever seen him, even when they had their first physical fight.

“Every person you kill, regardless of whether they hurt you or not…is a person whose family is never gonna see them again. Every person you kill, leaves behind a pool of blood, guilty or innocent. Doesn’t matter. Every person you kill..weighs on you. Someone like you who tries to convince herself she’s…moral.”

He continued.

“Your reasons don’t really matter do they? You still killed. You’re a violent girl who did a violent thing and is trying to convince herself otherwise.”

“N-no that’s not…that’s not true!” Sebastia’s voice shook as she spoke, shock and fear plaguing it.

“Oh? No? You say don’t compare us…but you have a monster that puts voices in your head, telling you who to attack. Who to kill. What I have with Slenderman. You have with your “Miracle.” And you wanna sit there and say we’re nothing alike? You’re stupid and delusional.” Toby’s words drip with venom.

“You’re trying to fight Miracle off? Keep it suppressed?”

Toby talks like he’s experienced this first hand.

“How many more breakdowns? How many more violent urges? How many more words does it need to put inside your head? Till it breaks you down and you just give in?”

Toby whispers in Sebastia’s ear.

“And end up just like me?”

Sebastia stands there in shock and confusion, emotions of every kind swirling in her. Until she just can’t take it. She doesn’t know what to say or do.

“Kill him” Miracle spoke in her head. And that’s all the guidance she needed.

Miracles mouths bursts out of Sebastia’s head, splattering blood all over the walls, on Toby’s face, and down Sebastia’s. The sharp teeth and red eyes following.

Miracles mouths slam Toby on the wall.

“I HATE YOU I HATE YOU I HATE YOU I HATE YOU I HATE YOU I HATE YOU I HATE YOU I HATE YOU!”

Sebastia screams at him over and over with Miracles voice along side hers.

“Not long before you gave in huh?”

Sebastia not in her right mind just breaths heavily and glares, Miracle, wrapping around him, ready to rip him to pieces.

“Kill me and you know the consequences. Use your brain and not Miracles for once!” Toby yells at her, frustrated and angry but not scared.

“We gotta…stop…” Sebastia’s voice shook but she was telling Miracle to not kill Toby. “Need him….alive… can’t be…normal….without him…”

Sebastia starts to suppress Miracle, much to its disagreement.

Miracle reluctantly goes back to Sebastia and back inside her, Sebastia’s normal form returning as she sits on the bed, blood still trailing down her with a blank empty stare.

“I’m…”

Toby looks at her waiting to see what she’ll say.

“I’m sorry…Toby.”

Toby’s eyes widen a bit. Surprised. She has never ever apologized to him.

“I’m so sorry……” Sebastia puts her face in her hands letting out small sobs.

For the first time, Toby is shocked. Apologizing? Crying? What is this?

“You’re right…I’m a violent thing..an ugly, violent, thing!”

She can’t stop sobbing. Like the strength she’s had to uphold for months just crumbled at Toby’s words.

Toby has trouble feeling empathy. For anything or anyone. Usually his first reaction would be to laugh. But the sight of Sebastia crying brought something out of him. A distant memory he can’t place.

He sits beside her on the bed. Leaving room between them, knowing she doesn’t like to be touched by men.

“I never said ugly. I never said thing.”

He looks her, her head still in her pitch black hands.

“Yeah I definitely called you ugly in the past but I’m a dick so….take that with a grain of salt.” That was his way of apologizing.

“Uh…look…I…we’re traveling all this way to help you fix this right? Make you normal again? There’s still a chance you’re not like this forever. Unlike me. So…”

“What if I am? What if…I’m ugly forever?” Sebastia holds back sobs and looks at him to talk.

“Then if you have to stay with everyone…. if you really can’t go back…maybe me and you can finally learn to have a conversation without fighting. Plus you…you’re not ugly. I’ve seen some ugly stuff and…you’re just not that. Despite what I’ve said.”

Sebastia calms down eyes still a bit puffy, blood and tears staining her face.

They look at each other. Both of them have deep dark circles. Sebastia’s blood still staining Toby’s face.

“This…this is gonna sound…so weird….but…”

Toby looks at her and waits for her to finish.

“I wish I could hug you right now…”

Toby’s eyes widen just for a second. She’s full of surprises tonight. Neither of them being touched gently in months maybe for Toby, years, it didn’t sound like a bad idea.

“Yeah……me too.”

[billythesimp]

Never Judge a Film By Its Cover

⋘ 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎...

Thank you for the request Client_Clover! I hope this is too you liking, I've never done work like this when it comes to basing interactions off of aesthetic/genres.

Wise w/ gothic-alternative-sweetheart! reader

𝑃𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑖𝑡...⋙

Tagging: ☘️ anon

tw: none

⋈ Wise is used to all kinds of people in both kinds of works, whether it’s helping a client in the hollows or approaching a customer to recommend a new tape they figured would be to their liking. No matter the person, he is able to adapt to their personality and knows that better than to judge a person by their looks. He has an eye for these kinds of things, picking up on the littlest details of his customers which makes him a great salesman when it comes to film options. 

⋈ When he started taking an interest on one of the regular at the shop, he was thrown for a loop when he first laid his eyes on them. In a way, they reminded him of Ellen a bit, a very low energy personality who looked around the place with hooded eyes and a ‘Don’t approach me’ attitude. Their clothing choice was also interesting to say the least, wearing different monochromatic articles that could run from looking like a mess of nets and off-shoulder tops to high waisted skirts paired with long trench coat vibes.

⋈ Of course, the many times they come by they only view the tapes and even are with a group of friends from the looks, everyone being the complete opposite of what they seem like, cheerful and bubbly they stand out with a serious case of RBF. [Resting-Bitch-Face] But that makes him even more intrigued, who is this person and what are they like. How do they attract such bright people despite their gloomy-gothic approach? He figures this out one day when they come into his shop looking for something, walking out of the staff only room to find them at the counter.

▿

“Oh, sorry for the wait. Could I help you with something?” 

They only scratch at their cheek, eyes wandering away from Wise’s gaze before presenting a film in hand. “Uh, yeah. Could I rent out this tape?” He only looked down at the tape in question, the genre surprising him to say the least. “Oh sure. Just Oh~ Sweetie today?” The nervously nod, a faint blush painting their cheeks like dapped out watercolors. He rang it up, smiling to himself before handing over the tape. 

“Alright, you’re all set. The return policy is usually a week from today, but feel free to drop by anytime before then. There’s a fee for late returns, but feel free to call the store if you have any questions. Thank you for your business.” Their eyes gleamed in excitement as they held the case in hand, Wise could almost see the sparkles emitting off of them before they waved him bye with a sheepish smile blessing his vision. Once out the store, he could only stare before smiling to himself again.

⋈ Since then, he is always greeting them while also discussing new films that would be to their liking. Mainly ranging from rom-coms to fantasy-adventure, he has gotten to knowing them to the point where they’ve become close friends. Wise enjoys their conversations as they always mention their favorite part of the tapes; he recommends them with childlike innocence, glowing brightly with a cheerful disposition. They invite him out sometimes when he’s clocked out for break, treating him to noodles or listening to some new records across the street. Another place they are a regular at, learning more about their interesting taste in music that fits their aesthetic.

▿

He’s asked about your lifestyle once, giving him a nervous response while twiddling with your fingers. “Ah, well, I get that question a lot. I always had a fascination with gothic fashion and the aesthetic as a whole, so I wanted to express my love for the art form by wearing what I found comfortable. People are surprised when I mention that, but many people I’ve met say that it’s really cool, so I continue to express myself freely- sorry, I’m probably rambling now.” Your yapping slowing into a nonsensible muttering which Wise assures them that he doesn’t mind it one bit.

“Well, I think you're pretty- neat! It’s pretty neat, so I can’t argue with you on that.” He nodded along, seeing how they only skipped beside him with renewed confidence. “Thank you, Wise!”

⋈ Whenever he’s out and about, should he spot them in their usual circle or looming over a display alone, despite the aura they have hovering over them he still makes it a habit to call out to them. The moment before and after they spot him makes his heart flutter, how they look over with a subtle glare before perking up and grinning cheekily and waving him over. Really, it’s a sight to behold.

⋈ Maybe one day they’ll be more than friends, but neither of them would admit it. No number of soft touches and gentle smiles will push them to confess their little attraction to one another. So for now they’ll cuddle up on his bed while watching another film. As friends, yeah really close friends.

[ohthewh0rror]

MATTHEO RIDDLE: DATING HEADCANONS

A/N: if you’re looking for a “bad boy” with behavioral issues, but none of the homicidal tendencies, look no further than Tom Riddles son! (Or in some cases his brother, an idea I still don’t understand)

Honestly he flirts with you at first as a joke.

Which sounds bad! I know! But he wasn’t doing it to make fun of you. He’s a flirt, that’s just who he is, it’s harmless fun.

That’s the dynamic for a while: the whole annoying classmate and/or housemate that teases you who you say you can’t stand but are sad when they aren’t in class.

Once he does start to develop a crush on you, the teasing let’s up, and he starts just having genuine conversations with you.

You think this is him losing interest in you, so imagine your surprise when he says, “you know you’re my girlfriend, right?”.

And that was the start of the relationship!

Let’s get real here: Mattheo would not be a “bad boy 🥰”. He’s a boy with serious authority and anger issues. The childhood trauma this boy has from having Voldemort as his father is through the fucking roof.

The relationship is very fragile, it’s a on-again-off-again type of relationship for a long time.

One minute he’s the best boyfriend you’ve ever had, and the next you’re screaming at him to get away from you because of something he’s said or done.

It always ends the same: you ignore each other for a while, no one apologizes, and then one day Mattheo will start talking to you again like the argument 2 weeks ago didn’t happen. Now you’re back together.

This relationship is never going to last though unless Mattheo can work through his personal problems.

Mattheo wouldn’t be a bad ex to have, unless you two ended on a bad note. Mattheo enjoys ruining other people’s life/day for fun, and he will do the same to you if you crossed him in some way.

On a good note!! Let’s get the sweet side of him:

Loves to play with your hair. Takes the ends of your hair and twirls them around his finger.

Gets you things he thinks you would like, even if it’s just a little trinket he saw while out at Hogsmeade, he will buy it and bring it back to you saying he has a surprise for you.

Loves to situate himself between your legs, resting his head on you, his cheek squished against your chest as you run your nails lightly across his upper back.

Helps you study by making up ridiculous games to play using cards. It also helps take your mind off the nervousness you may have about said test.

If you’re having a bad day he won’t hesitate to sweep his thumb under your eyes, wiping the tears away and pulling you in for bone crushing hug.

Has no problem letting you cry it out on his shoulder, and honestly gives you great advice, no matter your situation.

Is always on your side!! Literally your #1 supporter.

Even when you two are on a break and you’re not speaking to each other, he will not let anyone disrespect you. Any hateful word uttered about you is met with him smashing said persons face in.

Mattheo takes care of your needs first in bed. Makes you cum before he’ll fuck you.

It doesn’t matter if he has to finger you, eat you out, etc. he’ll do it every time if it’ll get you off.

Loves aftercare, is very touchy after the fact, and it’s why (contrary to popular belief) he’s not the biggest fan of quickies.

Might call you a ‘bitch’ and a ‘whore’ in bed, but never outside of that.

He refers to you as “my girl” to his friends, but uses pretty generic pet-names to your face.

Will refer to you as his “sweet girl” even if you’re an absolutely terrible human being!!

Because to them you may be awful, but to him you’re the best things that’s ever walked earth.

Marriage/Father bonus:

First of all: doesn’t want kids.

You two probably won’t have kids because he’d be very cautious.

But!!! If you two did have an accidental baby, he’d be a girl dad.

Though he didn’t want kids at first, he is a good dad in the end. Well, as good as someone with his trauma can be.

Tries to be the father that his wasn’t.

You two get married either way!! It’s your dream wedding, he will spare no expenses for you. If it makes you happy, he’ll find a way to make it happen.

[yuri-is-online]

Jade would be VERY pleased about finally having another club member. I would be happy to listen to him info dump while we look at mushrooms and neat nature stuff.

I let this sit in my ask box for too long but I've had this idea kicking around in my head for a while and then harveston had to go and drop that one line validating my delusions and you've given me an excuse to post it ha

notes: they/them used for Yuu, violence against animals (a bear), swearing at animals (the same bear), Yuu is unnaturally strong (enough to fight a bear), Yuu is implied to have grown up in a forest/woodsy environment, Jade typical blackmail. Other more serious fic can be found on my masterlist here.

Once upon a time, back when you first arrived in this world, you had been unsure how to feel about NRC. Castles existed back home, sure, but ones like this belonged firmly in illustrations or video games; it felt a but nauseating to walk through your wildest dreams brought to life, even if it was exciting sometimes. It was little wonder to you then that the idea of a Mountain Lover's Club was so appealing.

"Did you hike a lot back home?" Trey has that strange smile on his face that suggests you have made him tense somehow.

"Yes. I practically grew up in the woods." The flow of wind through the branches, the smell of fresh rain on the decomposing earth below, all of it wrapped you in a familiar sense of serenity even if the tree line was completely foreign to you. What are men to rocks and mountains after all? You could make yourself right at home here-

"I still don't think you should join." Trey says with all the air of a man who is certainly not telling you something, but the surprising harsh nod of agreement Riddle gives before injecting himself into the conversation convinces you more than whatever Trey had in mind likely could.

"I'm not entirely certain what they do," Riddle has never forbid you from participating in things since you and his dorm-mates brought him back to his senses," but if you want to hike it might be safer if you did it by yourself, assuming you let one of us know when you are going and when you expect to be back. It wouldn't do to have something that brings you so much joy used against you prefect, none of us want that." But he has always expressed concern when he thinks things to be unsafe, and in this case his argument was something you found yourself agreeing with. Hiking is best done at your own pace anyway, why get a club full of self-centered assholes involved in your me time? Though you did wish now they had been a bit more... specific with their concerns. Maybe outlined some of the club's scheduling, but then they would have needed to ask him and in so doing betrayed your interest.

Which would have been much less embarrassing than how Jade actually found out. Because of course he did, was there ever any doubt he would? ~~~~ There is a creek not far up the mountain path behind your dorm you like to rest at when coming back from your adventures. It's a good place to check over the photos on your camera and enjoy the last few rays of sunlight before returning to whatever mess Grim had made in Ramshackle searching for where you had moved all the tuna cans. Sometimes he joined you, and the two of you would have a little picnic up the path a bit further, but that day had not been one of those days. Nor had the day you met this particular nemesis who is staring you down from just across the creek with such a judgmental glance you would think this was a Sunday brunch and not an afternoon meander through the forest.

"The fuck do you want bitch?" You snarl and the bear indignantly sniffs as if to imply she's better than you. "Oh I'm sorry I didn't realize it was my fault your face is so fucking crooked, thought you were just born that way." She huffs again, making a big show of turning her back on you as you rush to get your equipment off and tucked safely out of reach before the skankiest grizzly you've ever met whips around and charges you shrieking something about "how dare you steal her man!!!!" and blah blah blah "I'll show you, you good for nothing hussy!!!!" as if you could actually understand her and this wasn't a three act play you insisted on writing yourself. You weren't even sure this bear was a girl if you stopped to think about it in between punches, not that you really cared. She huffs and makes a valiant attempt to pin you as you snarl and flash your teeth and beat her right back into the creek laughing at what sounds like pathetic winging about "kids these days!!!" and how rude you are for-

A startled noise pauses your match, as you both turn, harsh glares towards a break in the thicket where a very out of place, very surprised looking man stands, hand infuriatingly poised casually at his chin. His infuriating smirk doesn't unfurl until you growl, deep and low reverberating through your opponent just enough that she decides to leave for the day while you are preoccupied.

"Oya, this is a surprise." Jade doesn't move and you stay firm in the creek, body shaking with unspent adrenaline as he decides to move just a bit closer. "If you were that desperate for a sparring partner, I'm sure Floyd would have obliged, animal abuse is not exactly legal you know?"

"What the fuck are you doing here." You spit before you exit the creek, a flash of something darting through Jade's eyes as his gaze darts between you and your pack on the ground.

"Me? I should be asking that of you. The Mountain Lover's Club had to go through quite an ordeal to get permission to leave the school grounds unsupervised..." His teeth begin to show as you crash down from your high, you hadn't actually thought of whether or not you would need to talk to someone other than a friend about where you were going... surely Riddle would have mentioned something if you did? Or did he not think to ask since he wasn't the adventurous sort? "I can't imagine how the Headmage would react to know his ward had been sneaking out to terrorize the local wildlife."

"Hey Brenda started it!" You snap and Jade looks briefly towards the treeline where a very indignant bear is pursing her lips and inspecting her claws, the very picture of innocence if he does say so himself. "She stole my sandwich while I was taking pictures of the sunset!"

"Maybe you should have had someone there to hold it for you." He laughs, finally moving from his spot towards you and your pack, eyes gleaming with familiarity as he looks over your things. "Perhaps, someone who would be willing to... forget about what he just saw if they accompanied him next time?" It's a threat using what gives you joy against you certainly, and you huff indignantly at it but don't deny his request. Jade is an eel of his word, and his joy at doubling the Mountain Lover's Club membership cannot be contained as he ushers you the rest of the way down the mountain, eager to plan your first expedition together.

Not that he intends to ever delete the pictures he took. Your angry face is just too cute.

[mochimochimona]

Rewatching Arcane only Jayce and Viktor and it's hilarious S1 EP3

08.01.2025: So I forgot to include the first scenes with these two because I didn'T take it that serious before, so I added the other scenes from the Episode to have a more complete analysis.

Confident Viktor is so awesome and also: he can stand on his own and even move a little bit. It makes me sad to see how his sickness hadn't gotten a hold of him yet when he met Jayce. And also, his "we have to crank it" and unsure smile is so sweet.

This scene makes me 100% sure Viktor is a sneak little bitch and he is going very far to achieve his dreams. Oh wait.

"Why, Why would you risk this?" Viktors explanation is real here, I don't think he only wants to help Jayce because he is nice, but he has a dream, too. Which is even more important to point Jayce's reaction, how could I not include it here? He looks at Viktor so adoringly and happy, that he found someone who wants to help. And he smiles at him, after that, a little bit. It is a soft smile. I am struggling to interpret that as love, but definetly affection.

and than this shot, which makes me smile: "Our Hextech Dream". And that is important here, because for Jayce, nothing is more important to give magic to the people. And Viktor is the one who helps him the most.

The fact that Jayce keeps on touching Viktor after that is not lost on me, but again I am a touchy person myself and not romantically involved with everyone I do that with, so I leave it here as a character trait he has and a comrade-thing to do. Even if you don't know someone that long, you can do that without any thoughts behind. But I find it interesting that he is doing that just with Viktor. He never touched Mel before she made a move on him (he wasn't even flirting with her. WAIT A MINUTE).

And after that, onto doing mischief:

Honestly, I can see why people doubt the shipping, especially in the first few episodes (or the first season) but honestly, Viktor did like Jayce but more importantly he wanted Jayce to focus on their endeavor; when Mel showed up and Jayce was like this, smiling after her, Viktor was clearly pissed Jayce was not paying attention. I am weezing, Viktors face.

His pout.

And then this weird look, this short flash of...sadness? Disappointment?

Anyway, Jayce was staring at Mel for a long time. Not gonna lie. That's why I wasn't on the shipping train in the first season I guess.

Can't shake the feeling Viktor knew or something lol, now I have thought about it and now I am seeing things.

Like when they tried it out he was so sure it will hold.

So I was thinking why would Jayce be so protective of Viktor all the time, when Viktor is pretty confident (shown in the scene with Mel and the scene in the lab)

Edit 08.01.2025: Like he was calm and confident and saying "the resonance will stabilize it". We do love our confident scientist. As someone pointed out, there were a lot more scenes in this episode important to their relationship, but I started taking a closer look after this episode. So I will have to revisit them and take the other scenes into account, too. So don't be confused if the first episodes aren't in order!

Honestly asking: Is it just me, or am I delulu? In this scene Viktor says "ALL YOURS" and looks at Jayce like this. Yes, we know Viktor, all his. Every damn time *goes crying into a corner*

Anyway, before the Gemstones somewhat work, Jayce is guided by his memory of the mage how he could activate the gemstone, which is a nice thing to watch after knowing who that man is (and man, does Old Man Viktor look healthy??). And we get this magically scene with them, Viktor keeping the screw makes my heart clench.

This scene is really magical! I love it so much.

And how Viktor is smiling at Jayce!

But instead letting us see a close up of Jayce smiling back at Viktor, Heimerdinger comes in and Mel decided to show up, too and Jayce is giving her that look again.

So I rest my case here, that Jayce is fond of Viktor, but not romantically interested. Which makes me question myself but again, we don't see much of interaction with these two until Mel gets Jayce away from Viktor and the research. Hm. Interesting.

[berrymoos]

♡.°୭̥ ୨୧ ٭ sew up your skull, take your time

feat: cg. derek morgan && rg. elle greenaway [criminal minds]

ꨄ. SYNOPSIS . bad days aren't new, but they're never pleasant—with a little help, elle can get over it

ꨄ. CW(S) . hurt / comfort!! nothing supes serious X3

ꨄ. A/N . happy 3rd @regressuary fill yippiiiiee !! there was sposed to be a prompt but the fic strayed suuuuper away from it so there isn't one ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ dis was sposed to be out yesterday but it got rlly long & rlly late so i saved the rest 4 2day ʕ≧ᴥ≦ʔ guys this boy exceeds 1200 words im so serious, i tried to end it but the end wouldn't come. may or may not have smth else out for a proper 4th fill today buuuut no promises teehee >//< [cross–posted on ao3!]

it's always the small things that do it in.

elle can take a lot—that much she knows and that much has been proven again and again since proving her worth to the BAU, since proving her worth to the FBI. an ankle sprained is nothing compared to the stink of the dead. a broken arm doesn't matter when an auction is dangled above a child's head. a bullet to the chest pales in the face of a kidnapped woman.

elle can take a lot. she knows this. she has lived it and she has died learning it. bad days in the office are irrelevant splotches in a painted picture; ages better than bad days on the field. she can take it—it's nothing.

so what if she woke up late and burned the sleeve of her shirt while ironing it so she had to change and wasted ten minutes hunting down her misplaced keys and realized she forgot her badge halfway into the drive thus needed to turn back around to retrieve it and got to work an entire twenty–five minutes late and bunchered the profile for their scumbag of the day in front of policemen who stood atop their high–horses the entirety of the case and watched the son of a bitch walk away from potential charges due to a lack of physical evidence?

she can take it.

it's nothing.

it is always the small things that do it in.

sitting at her desk, massaging away the dull throb knawing her temples (querido dios, can these lights be any goddamn brighter?) elle squints at her cursive handwriting tangling itself into numerous knots of jesus knows what, presses the tip of her fountain pen to the blinding paper white, and jolts back to life when a murky puddle of ink bubbles across previous words. she wrinkles her nose against the sudden chemical smell of aniline dye and swallows the mysterious lump that clogs her throat.

a moment passes in which elle doesn't believe her eyes. she stares at the voided blotch, blinks a few times, then sighs. white–out can fix it. her work isn't lost—it never began its tumultuous journey in the first place, what with all of maybe four words eliminated by the spill. white–out can fix it.

again, elle sighs. her bottom lip wobbles. then, they form a thin line. white–out can fix it.

a small bottle clinks upon the desk and slides into view as though on cue. derek leans against it, smiling something playful.

white–out can fix it.

white–out can fix it.

"i'm telling ya," he teases, "fountain pens suck."

in a better world, on a better day, derek is funny. in a better world, on a better day, elle retorts sharply in the goodness of banter and continues her file with a brownie point tossed to the white–colored help.

in a better world, on a better day, elle would not care about any such shortcoming—the harsh reality is that “better day” is not today.

what is once a string of elegance contorts itself beyond a rope of incoherence and instead into abstract art with no rhyme. sentences no longer make sense; are they still sentences? words are fuzzy. hazy. wobbly. inky.

derek says something, then something more, sprinkled with a bit of other, but in one ear and out of the other they go. water splatters onto the paper—only then do the quiet bees in her brain evolve into enraged wasps and the icky squid in the pit of her tummy breaches containment. think of something, anything to say back, to give a half–hearted attempt to pretend she heard him, but the lump springs back and a strangled whine of a completely different context arises, instead.

"dee–dee!"

in a blur of shoulder–length hair, striped brown–and–white fabric, and an uncoordinated batch of limbs, elle all but lunges from her chair, crashes into his chest on uncooperative legs. distantly, she recognizes she is far from the only agent in the room, but after caring about one thing one minute, another thing the next, then a cluster of many more things after that all day . . . she doesn't have the brainpower to do it anymore.

derek's strength encompasses her smaller stature. there's a part of her that squares her shoulders and cocks her chin against unsubs who are bigger than she is—never again will she be afraid of any man, not with her wit and most definitely not with her guns—but dee–dee isn't an unsub because dee–dee is safe, so she burrows herself farther into his arms and allows the scent of fabric softener and woody cologne to embrace her, too. smothered against his chest, his voice is much, much clearer:

"woah, hey, baby, it's alright. i'm right here."

dee–dee is warm and dee–dee is nice and dee–dee is safe. they shift a small bit here and a tiny bit there, but elle is too far away to truly recognize it. face hidden against his heartbeat, there are no more bright lights to burn her eyes.

"elle?"

elle's fingers, curled in her friend's shirt, tighten around the red fabric. "no," she whines. "no."

dee–dee doesn't speak for a second, but he finds his voice before it gets too quiet. too quiet? when did everyone leave? "no, hey—" he chuckles. "—you don't gotta move, i promise, i just wanna know: code white?"

no, elle's gut says this time, we are at work. never at work.

elle's body can't even attempt to forge the lie. instinctively, she brings the sleeve of her jacket to her teeth for nibbling—she's (very) partial to her binkie, but cotton has to suffice—and bobs her head up and down after a blink of pondering, wiping some of her tears on his shirt by accident. suddenly, her waterline glistens again just as her expression falls timid. she dares turns her gaze up to him, but all she finds is concern. "’m sowry. in– in t’ouble?"

"trouble?" her friend scoffs and laughs at the same time; her tummy flips the icky squid right on its head. "okay. clearly, you don't know me. when was the last time you were ever in trouble by me, huh?"

elle scrunches her nose, furrows her brows, bites down harder on her brown sleeve—

"sweetness, you are thinkin’ way too hard."

"uh—" her voice squeaks despite herself, a faint pink dusting her wet cheeks. "—dunno. neb– never?"

"see?" dee–dee nudges her not–too–harshly. "and you ain't got nothin’ to apologize for, either, not a single thing. it happens."

"not– no’ at work," elle protests; shame looms like a shadow over her shoulders, pushing her back into her previous hunched position. code whites should be at home, or in private, or, or—

brown, feather–light fingers brush her cheeks, clearing the rest of her tears and anchoring her to reality. "it happens when it happens, babygirl," dee–dee says and, oh, his tone is like the soothing balm she so desperately needed. she hiccups, turning her ear to his heartbeat. ba–doom. ba–doom. ba–doom."there's a reason we have a code."

because it happens too often, the icky squid murmurs. dee–dee's heartbeat is louder, so she listens to that, instead. ba–doom. ba–doom. ba–doom.

"now—" her other cheek on display, dee–dee wipes away those tears, too. "—what's got you so bent up, huh? don't like it when you're all sad ’nd stuff, pretty girl."

woke up late burned my shirt lost my keys left my badge showed up late scolded by hotch messed up profile policemen were stupid scumbag is free—

the headache comes back. elle squeezes her eyes shut. ba–doom. ba–doom. ba–doom.

"pen's mean," comes her warbled declaration from the warmth of his chest, muffled around her sleeve. her eyes burn, her head pulses, but at least her icky squid has begun to swim away. dee–dee is there and dee–dee gets it. "messed . . . m–messed up w–work."

he knows there's more to it, elle recognizes. however, the act of caring has eluded her once more.

graciously, dee–dee doesn't pry. "oh, i saw, sweetheart," is his response, tender and tranquil in its nature. gentle is his hand when it smooths out the bunched–up muscles in her shoulders and twirls a short curl around a finger; elle's breath skips under the brief contact. "am i gonna have to beat up the pen ’cause it made you sad?"

revenge is the sweetest music to her ears. she snivels, peeks from her hiding spot to stare dejectedly at the roundtable—oh; they moved. not the people. "mhm," elle huffs as she flicks a lone pen with her free hand. it spins twice, rolls across the wood, and falls with a faint clack. that particular one is not the offender, but even the smallest of vengeance is rejuvenating. "pen's a dummy."

"that pen is a dummy," dee–dee agrees, solemnly nodding his head; his laughter is like a big cat, purring not–so–loudly but purring all the same. elle looks toward dee–dee's face, full of love, patience, generosity . . .

. . . and then he reaches across the table, nabs a pen sitting unassumingly in its holder among others, and flings it onto the other side of the room. "that one was extra stupid."

the otherwise quiet room splits with elle's giggle. watery, weak, but there all the same. wiggling a bit out of her friend's hug, she, too, nabs a pen and throws it over the roundtable. "’nd dat one . . ." her body sinks back into dee–dee's chest, chews thoughtfully at her sleeve. ". . . doesn't w’ite good."

dee–dee chucks a pen at the wall. "that one doesn't have any ink in it. why we keep it, i have no idea."

elle tosses a pen into the air and watches it plummet before her feet. "dat one's too big."

a pen flies dangerously close to the tv. "that one's too small."

soon, every pen ever deposited into the cup finds its new place upon the floor, rolling about in search of shelter while elle and derek laugh themselves raw at the silliness of it all.

dee–dee is warm, dee–dee is nice, and dee–dee scared her icky squid away.

(and the reason elle grins from ear to ear when she finds a brand new pack of ballpoint pens sitting on her desk the next day? well—

Ballpoint pens are better! ;-)

–DeeDee

—that's between her and derek.)

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Has Anyone Else Died For You? | Megumi Fushiguro

01: Glory and Gore

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We gladiate, but I guess we're really fighting ourselves

Roughing up our minds, so we're ready when the kill time comes

Wide awake in bed, words in my brain

"Secretly you love this, do you even wanna go free?"

One day he calls you a whore and then he's in your room...For a school project!

First Day of your sophomore year of college, you probably would have been excited if it wasn't for all the drama at the end of the previous year still had your friends angry, they still refused to talk to you and even though you understood their annoyance you also knew that it had all been a big stupidity Because everything they said was a lie and you still didn't understand where that rumor had come from.

You walked into the classroom, giving your friends, or rather ex-friends, a look and sweet smile, but they just rolled their eyes in annoyance. Okay, you weren't forgiven yet.

And they were still bitches.

You couldn't deny that you felt completely out of place, that place that had belonged to you for so long was no longer there and although probably in a few more days they would forgive you and everything would go back to how it always was, for the moment you had to move on with your life.

The only free place was the one next to Megumi Fushiguro.

You knew him but no more than the others, you knew his name, you knew that a rich man had adopted him and you knew some of the things they said about him but You've never talked to him before. You didn't want gossip created by other people to influence your opinion of him, so you were willing to have the best attitude and make a new friend.

In any case, it is not that you had any other option, you did not know when they were going to forgive you and you did not like others enough to make you want to integrate into them So the lonely outcast would be the best option.

It's not that the rest had gone out of their way to exclude megumi, he had just walked away and being too asocial and mysterious will give the others reasons to talk. If you don't give them anything, they'll make it up.

You sat in the free chair next to him, looked at him with your kind gaze and sweet bright smile. "Hello, Yn Yl." and there was no response. He just stood there with his back leaning against the back of his chair, his arms crossed over his chest and his eyes on the board. It seemed like anything playing on his earbuds and that soft board were more interesting than talking to you. "I didn't see another empty place, so I thought I'd sit here." You tried again to start a conversation. He looked you up and down with the deepest blue eyes you've ever seen.

"Dressing like a whore is allowed in the dress code?" your smile wavered a little and although you were sure he wasn't the first person to call you a whore, he was the first one to do it so directly in your face. You blinked a couple of times, thought that maybe you had misheard or that you had confused his words.

"Excuse me?" he stood with the same serious cold face without any expression. He looked you up and down again, Pointing out his point as if it were obvious, and then his eyes returned to yours.

"You heard me." He went back to the same position as before with the clear intention of ignoring you and although you could ignore him too, you weren't going to do it with the way he was talking to you.

"Are you always this rude or is it just a bad day?" He rolled his eyes when you spoke again and turned his face to look at you.

"I wasn't rude, it was just a question."

"Well, I think you are quite rude."

"I don't like lying bitches, that's all."

"What are you talking about?"

"Believe me that your act of good girl and prudish slut doesn't fool me, Yn, I can see through your lies."

"it takes one to know one."

"Think whatever you want." Megumi had never bothered to hide who he was, he was a cruel bastard and always would be like that.

"Same for you."

The rest of the class both remained silent, it was clear the dislike that Megumi felt for you and you had no plans to continue insisting, if he thought you dressed like a whore and that you were a liar That didn't matter to you.

Because only you knew what you really were.

When the class was over you took your bag and walked out of the classroom, you saw Megumi's friends at the door, it was surprising that there were people who really put up with his shitty character, Especially since they seemed to be much nicer than him.

"Hey, so are you Yn's friend now?" you recognized Yuji's cheerful voice as you walked down the hall, you had a very good ear for other people's conversations. Gossip girl? Probably. You couldn't help it, you liked to stay informed.

"I have no fucking idea what you're talking about."

"You were sitting with her."

"She was sitting with me, it's very different." He put an end to that topic and the pink-haired boy had no choice but to change the conversation.

In the break you would normally go to your usual place in the cafeteria with your friends but it was not something you could do now, you went to the edge of the forest which is next to the campus courtyard, it was a quiet place and far enough away so that you did not have to worry about someone seeing you eating alone.

It's not that you care what others say about you, right? By this point you must have been more than used to all the gossip behind your back. You just didn't want to show any kind of weakness, you were still the same person, whether they loved you or not.

You sat against the trunk of a large tree and ate your lunch concentrating on the playlist what you had chosen and how peaceful the landscape was in front of you.

You noticed how two silhouettes were also approaching the forest, you tried to focus your eyes, you couldn't help it.

You recognized one of them, it was Megumi and next to hin a girl you didn't know but it didn't matter, you didn't have to be too smart to know what they were going to do. You understood that he was attractive, you weren't going to deny it but you didn't understand how anyone could stand him.

You didn't take your eyes off megumi, and he noticed it, looked at you, and you could swear that his gaze on you felt like a silent threat.

You just raised an eyebrow at what could be a "What?" and looked away, You weren't going to get in trouble.

You entered the classroom before the end of recess, there wasn't much to do outside, you didn't like to be alone, not anymore, you had become so used to being surrounded by people that this was almost like a new feeling.

At the moment the only person you had left was Choso, whom you had put aside for a long time because he didn't "fit" your status, he had always been there for you, you didn't really deserve that guy.

If he stayed in school everything would be easier, you would have someone to be with, talk to and to sit with, but he had to leave school and dedicate his time to work. He was the one who took care of his family, it really made you a little sad that someone so good had so many responsibilities.

The week went by quickly, you didn't talk to megumi again, well, except for the Wednesday when you asked him to borrow a pencil and he told you: "what kind of idiot doesn't bring a pencil to school" and of course he didn't lend you a shit.

It was already Friday and it probably could have meant the beginning of a wonderful weekend in which you would do absolutely nothing if it weren't for the fact that the teacher decided to leave an assignment in pairs, Megumi and you were together and of course he was the only one who asked if he could do it alone, but the teacher left him no choice.

"Hmm." you tried to start. "What day is okay for you?" you asked in a slightly shy tone that only made him feel more disgusted: he hated that little tone in your voice. You were just trying to be nice, even if he'd been rude to you you weren't going to get on his level, you'd be better.

"Tomorrow at 3:00 p.m. On your place." He wasn't asking you, he was giving you instructions. You probably wouldn't have argued with him if it weren't for the fact that you had plans that day and definitely didn't want him near your house. It's not that you were ashamed of what you had, you knew that your parents had worked very hard and you thanked them but there was nothing you would like to show off.

"I can't." Anything you said just made him angrier and angrier.

"What do you mean you can't?"

"I have plans," and he let out a scoff.

"And your plans are more important than this year's first project?"

"I'm not saying they are." Well, maybe for you a little, it had been a long time since you had last seen Choso, you wanted to hang out with him, vent and talk shit about your ex best friends. "But I think it's a little rude to cancel." And you didn't want to, but you couldn't say that. "But we could do it today after school or even on Sunday."

"I can't"

"What do you mean you can't? You replied to his question in a mocking tone, you were just trying to joke around and be friendly, maybe you still held out a bit of hope that he had just had a bad week and his attitude changed, not that you cared about him but you were stuck with him all that semester and you couldn't stand being silent for so long anymore. You regretted your joke a bit when you noticed that his expression hardened and his eyes darkened, he didn't think you were laughing with him, but at him.

"It's none of your business, we'll do it tomorrow." Perhaps Choso's visit would have to wait only because Megumi decided to be adamant.

"And it has to be in my house?"

"Well, I'm not going to invite you to mine" you had to resist the urge to roll your eyes you have to keep the sweet Attitude, you didn't know how someone could be like that, it was annoyed and disgusting.

"My parents don't agree that a gu-"

"I can bet I won't be the first man in your dorm room so stop the act of prudish, Yn." You didn't understand why he seemed to hate you so much.

"Yes, sure." you muttered. Maybe your stomach churned at his comment, maybe that feeling stayed all day, maybe that moment was repeated over and over again in your head, you didn't understand why it affected you so much, you knew he wasn't the first person to call you a whore but maybe the fact that he wasn't a hypocrite and said it to your face which made your stomach churn.

You could already anticipate that Saturday wouldn't be better, for the first time you weren't so excited that the weekend is coming.

The day was good, summer was coming to the end and you could already feel it, it was rainy and you wouldn't have to leave the house. You and Choso were in your bed, Twilight was playing on the TV as white noise, he had arrived first thing in the morning, not that you were complaining he made for you the most delicious pancakes for breakfast.

"You know, maybe I could ask Yuji to spend lunch with you."

"No need Cho, I'm a big girl, I'll be fine on my own."

"Yes but-"

"I swear." You put your hand on his thigh causing the tapping of his foot on the ground to stop. "Besides, a little  of lonliness doesn't hurt."

You didn't like that he did that, you didn't like that he believed that you needed friends, you weren't so alone and this was definitely not affecting you so much, you let them talk and you went on with your life, you were better than all of them or at least that's what you repeated to yourself every day as if it were a mantra.

"You always have time alone."

"And a little more isn't going to kill me, I swear."

Choso cares about you the same way he cares about his brothers even when you let him stand by for so long he was still there with you.

You both may seem completely different but you fit together like the pieces of a puzzle.

"So... Don't you want me to stay? I'll be quiet, I'm not going to bother you."

You shook your head. "You can go home, Cho." You noticed the fact that Choso didn't like you being alone with Megumi ever since you told him that he was your partner but he had managed to keep his displeasure contained up to this point.

"I don't know, Fushiguro has never seemed trustworthy to me."

"And why?" You tried to look surprised because you couldn't be less, of course you understood why Megumi didn't seem to be trustworthy.

"It's just that I don't think he's a good person, I don't like Yuji spending so much time with him, something tells me that he's not a good influence and I don't like the idea of leaving you alone with him." Choso had a very good instinct, with almost no margin for failure, perhaps he has developed it after years being so overprotective and although he controlled himself a little more with you he did not leave that Overprotection aside 100%.

"Remember that you can't judge a book by its cover."

"I know, I really know. Will your parents be late?" he ask hoping that you won't be alone with him for so long.

"Probably until after dark."

"I can stay." He seemed to keep hoping a bit that you would tell him to stay, but you didn't want to make things even more uncomfortable than you were already sure they would be.

You doubted Megumi would behave decently just because he was at your house.

"I'll be fine, I'm completely sure of that, and if something happens I'll call you, pinky promise." Choso left your house after you repeated at least 5 times that you would call him if something happened or if you didn't feel safe with Megumi.

Megumi was more punctual than you would have expected, at 3:00 he was already desperately knocking on your door and at 3:01 you had to see his ugly face again when you opened the door.

"Do you really live here?" he asked with a raised eyebrow, you felt your expression tighten, not that you lived in a pigsty but of course your home was small in front of someone who was lined with money like Megumi.

"Yes, come in." You weren't going to argue with him about this.

"How funny, I would have always thought you were a rich girl." He walked into your house while observing his surroundings in.

"There are few rich people in this town" He just muttered a little "I guess so" as he followed you to your bedroom, he couldn't help but a grimace would form on his face as soon as he walked in.

"Aren't you already a little old for this?" Too pink, too many ribbons and lace, too many stuffed animals and old dolls, it might as well be a room of a horror movie about a possessed girl.

"What's your problem?" You couldn't help but get defensive, with the attitude Megumi had had before, of course you doubted that he wasn't trying to annoy you.

"Relax, Angel." That little nickname felt completely poisonous coming out of his lips. "It was just a simple question." He slumped into your vintage vanity chair. It was funny how little megumi fit in your bedroom, sitting there surrounded by all those light colors, pearls and hearts while dressing in black leather, crosses, chains and military boots. Just as he did with the living room, he began to look around your room.

"Are you done snooping, Fushiguro?"

"No, not really." You snorted and sat down on your bed.

"What are all those boxes?" He seemed genuine but that made you suspicious because until now he had not seemed to want to talk to you, again you chose to think that maybe you had misunderstood everything or that he was just a little grumpy.

"I usually keep some memories or they are simply things that I don't know where to put anymore." There was a sweet smile on your lips, if he was willing to be kinder then you were more than happy to talk to him.

"Memories." he repeated as his eyes traveled once again through the boxes above your closet. "Any of Sasha's by chance?" you gritted your teeth slightly, you didn't want to think it was a Seizure, you two were best friends he had reason to ask about her.

"Yes." Though your smile became slightly awkward, there it was, sweet and kind. "A lot actually." There was a hint of affection and homesickness in your voice, those were great times even if you didn't recognize it in that moment.

"And you didn't keep any of the letters?" You took a deep breath. "Or did you also discard them?"

"I don't know what you're talking about." was an automatic response, memorized a long time ago but it felt weird coming out of your mouth after so many years. Of course you knew what he was talking about and Megumi was not easy to fool.

"Oh you definitely know what I'm talking about, everyone knows it." Although vague rumors spread when it all happened, you were at the moment where everyone blindly believed in you so everyone's attention was only focused on comforting you.

"People talk a lot and that doesn't mean they're right."

"I know as well as I also know that there is something hidden beneath all that sweetness."

"You don't know shit Megumi."

"Then tell me what happened, tell me your truth, I'm waiting for you."

"Stop this bullshit, you don't know anything about me and you'll never know. What happened wasn't your fucking problem so you're not going to get any explanation because I don't owe anything." He got up from his chair and walked towards you, you felt tense as much as you hadn't been in years, keeping calm was hard in front of him.

"Why are you so angry?" he was taunting you to your face. "It was a simple question."

"You ask a lot of shit."

He shrugged. "I'm curious."

"It. was. A. Provocation." you accused him.

"I think you're just paranoid, but hey I guess there's nothing you need to worry about if what you say is true."

You felt stupid, you knew he was right, if you weren't to blame you didn't have to be angry about his questions but you couldn't help it, megumi knew how push.

"We should start now or it will be late." Seeing how calm He was only made you feel worse, maybe it was just a simple question, maybe you were hysterical for no reason.

You didn't talk more than you needed to, and Megumi didn't bring up the subject again, but you didn't stop feeling tense. You hated the way he looked at you, you hated the little smile on his lips.

"I'll do the conclusion but have to do the cover and that shit." On the way to the front door while you shuffled along with your feet, all you wanted was for him to leave and be alone for a while. "Have a nice Night, Angel" And he left.

You went back to your room and dropped down on your bed, burying your face in your pillow and covering yourself with your sheets, you want to drown down there.

You didn't get out of bed again that Saturday and Sunday wasn't much different.

Monday came and of course you didn't remember the part you had to do to finish the project.

You felt tired, you had just gotten out of bed and you wanted to come back.

"Where is it?"

"Where's what?" You looked at megumi as he sat next to you.

"Your part of the project, the part I asked you to do." You didn't do anything and you didn't have any excuses, he didn't give you time to invent something because he noticed your expression. "Did you forget?"

"I-"

"What do you have in that little head of yours?"

"I-"

"I asked you for only one thing and yet you forgot, I left you the easiest thing and yet you are so useless that you didn't do it."

"I-"

"You forgot it all like the retarded bitch you are and-"

"Are you going to let me speak or not!?" you raised your voice, not too much but enough for him to shut his mouth and it was his turn to listen to you.

"I'll talk to the professor, he'll understand." You didn't let him answer, you just got up from your chair and went to the teacher's desk, you didn't care if you had been rude or not, he had been rude first. Megumi was making you lose your patience.

You invented an excuse that was not too elaborate but credible enough as you imagined it, the teacher gave you the opportunity to swallow it the next day. It wasn't such an important project and you were a good student, the teachers knew you so of course they were a little more lenient with you than with everyone else from time to time.

You returned to your seat with a big smile on your lips. "We can bring it tomorrow."

"Yes? And what did he ask of you in return? A blowjob?"

"Nothing," you said through gritted teeth.

"Right, you would do it for free." You didn't answer anything, you weren't going to fall for another of his provocations.

All the hope you ever had about being her friend was dead, you hated Megumi and you were sure of that.

Notes area

>Sorry for the mistakes, English it's not my first lenguaje.

>Feedback, comments and Suggestions are welcome.

>Thanks for reading.

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Z.: his replacement, who's much more family friendly than his predecessor, having typical saiyan traits, but he's rarely aware, and has no idea of the original outside of very limited information given by those intending to keep it from being known.

Zetros: absolute UNIT of a serpentfolk, hates humans, but boy will he ever baby you if you ever even lightly give his 8 miles of tail pets, and 11/10 times? Their all wrapped around you like a pillow and weighted blanket hybrid.

"custos": massive humanoid owl fae that despite being a master and taking true names, treats the taken like children rather than pets. Can manipulate his feathers freely, and create illusions.

Ave: neediest hypnocat ever, likes eye contact and hates water, but very friendly and cuddly!

Haiiro-no: special grade curse, old as shit, born of humanity's fear of anything hot, stars included!

But he's rather polite.

Calm: rage's anti-symbiote, rather lean and toned, overly caring, and trying to please everyone, despite its speech issues when it comes to human language.

Tivorn: needy femboy naga who, despite being taken, keeps taking pets to stave off crippling loneliness, 118ft of beeg, pillowy tail to trap pets with.

Qnai: rich jujutsu sorcerer dickhead with a powerful combo of the six eyes + the limitless. But he's rarely serious and tends to fuck around on missions.

Etoi: once Springlocked mink boi that was a stone mask vampirism boi with a heavenly restriction, will fold your clothes with you still in em, broke ass, but built like a brick shithouse. Very polite due to animatronic programing, but that breaks under stress, resulting in the soul shining through fully. Married to ice of all people.

Marrow: bug man who's fucked up in the head, and will fuck up the head of your soul via idle transfiguration if given the chance.

Black Ice: Arcosian boio, who despite being eons stronger than anyone else, prefers to rely on his status and (unknowingly) intimidating presence to keep the universe civil, very cheery, and a big baby around those he feels comfy with, and out of ALL the possible partners, he chose etoi because "I can make him worse"

Kamisori: one of ice's...actually pretty much everybody's biggest hater, a special grade curse with a case of resting bitch face. Six arms but 8 eyes. Lives solely on the ideology that personal pleasure is the ultimate pursuit, and can overcome all other desires by leaving nothing but destruction in your wake.

Ultemat: Majin who's decided to be a chaos god for the entire universe, turning whatever he doesn't like into something he loves, sweets!

Neuro: currently possessing a clone of zuchins old body, and trying to live a normal life, completely unaware of his own rising power.

Klawe: pfp boio, very affectionate and caring, pacifistic, but will defend himself with claws.

And finally, the only ones with a separate blog!:

Rage: yandere symbiote so obsessed with zuchin It will ditch any other host to be with him, because he broke it out of a lab and was the first to treat it with genuine decency, now willing to kill, eat, and manipulate ANYONE to get him back.

D: an alternate who is obsessed with living as a "fellow human person" incredibly lanky, shadowy body, constantly cheery and polite, to an uncomfortable extreme.

Oh and:

Celica: floomfy fox gal, married to zuchin after a needy start. Just as willing to imbed a weapon into us dome for insulting her partner as he is.

But yeah that's everyone!... so...:p

Two things extra: 1. Yes I am a furry, and a weeb, both is possible at the same time. 2. All people are people, so treat em right!

[lilac-hecox]

would you write that idea that's been moving around here recently with everybody thinking ian and anthony are exes before actually getting to know them? bonus points if they hear about it and they actually reconsider some things 👀

Actually Exes?- Ian/Anthony - ianthony

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It’s at lunch when Angela perks up and lets her mouth move faster than her brain, letting her thoughts fall like loose change from her mouth with no one to catch them.

“You know, I was thinking of how progressive it is that our company was not only founded by, but owned, and run successfully by a pair of exes. Gay exes at that.”

Chanse looks at her, arching an eyebrow. “Angela…”

“What?” she asks, taking a bite of her salad. “Don’t you think that’s cool? I mean. You don’t really see that a lot. Imagine buying back your company with your ex-boyfriend and making a big theatrical reunion and all that.”

“Oh, Ang…” Amanda says, as if she were looking at a cat who is struggling to figure out how to get itself out of a box or something.

Angela looks around at her friends and co-workers, and then she looks over at the far table where Ian and Anthony are seated, shoulder-to-shoulder. Anthony is cracking up at something Ian has said, a grin stretched across Ian’s face, as Anthony wheezes and pounds his fist on the table.

When Anthony regains his composure, they keep eating until Ian offers Anthony a bite of his salad from his own fork, which Anthony gladly takes.

“You’re telling me those two salads sharing freaks aren’t ex-boyfriends?” Angela asks.

“They aren’t,” Courtney says, turning away from Shayne next to her to focus on Angela and the conversation that had been going on next to them. “As much as it seems like they are.”

“But…” Angela says, frowning. All of her thoughts of a progressive Smosh being championed by queer owners flying out the window of her mind. “Look at them.”

Courtney smiles at the two men who are lost in a world that seems to be completely their own.

“I know, but I’ve known them a long time and as far as I know they’ve never been together.”

“This is one of those things where you guys are fucking with me, isn’t it?” Angela asks, “like, ha ha, Angela believed that Ian and Anthony never dated.”

“No! I swear!” Courtney says through giggles which isn’t helping her case.

“Bitch, don’t you think I would have said something?” Chanse asks.

“You did! Our half-time song at the funeral! The sexual tension of it all!”

Chanse blinks at Angela and then looks at the group around them.

“She’s got me there.”

“Angela,” Shayne says, smiling but more serious than the rest, “We swear as far as any of us know Ian and Anthony are just friends.”

Angela lets the conversation die down after that, but she keeps her eye on her bosses the rest of lunch in case they do anything that could signify that they ever were a couple.

Over the next few days Angela takes to watching Ian and Anthony. She follows a distance behind them as they walk down the hall together. She notes that Anthony knows the exact way Ian likes his coffee in the mornings. Later on, when they get ready to shoot, Angela overhears Ian reminding Anthony that he needs to grab a snack after the shoot because Anthony had a small breakfast. She watches Anthony smile and nod, reaching out to touch Ian’s arm in thanks.

There’s no way they’ve never dated.

She records a Lunchtime Podcast with them and Erin and during the episode they talk about how they sat together at lunch throughout high school. Ian even feeds Anthony a forkful of vegan spaghetti. Angela has to dig her nails into the palm of her hand to stop herself from asking outright during the podcast about their history and their relationship.

The next day Angela gets an email from Emily that they are looking for cast and crew meme submissions for the upcoming episode of Who Memed It? Angela scans the website Spencer had shown her for making memes, but nothing inspires her. She’s too wrapped up in this Ian and Anthony conspiracy.

The way they look at each other, talk to each other, how close they are, there is no way they aren’t amicable exes!

Things at Smosh get a little busier and Angela can’t keep track of Ian and Anthony as closely as she wants. She does walk by Ian’s office and catches him on his couch, phone in hand, Anthony with his head pillowed on Ian’s shoulder, napping there.

Then, they are set to film the Who Meme’d It? episode. Angela isn’t on the panel, but she sits and watches because those episodes are always a good time and really funny to watch be filmed. Ian and Anthony happen to be on the panel along with Courtney.

They go through the memes and then partway through Shayne presents a meme that is two people making out, bodies tangled together.

“So, this says, uh, how Angela sees Ian and Anthony,” Shayne says, laughing as he explains the meme.

Anthony laughs, his cheeks red, and Ian is grinning.

“Angela has seen us make out?” Anthony asks, glancing at her across the set.

“No, she just thought you two were actual ex-boyfriends,” Shayne says, laughing.

The cast and crew watching break into laughter, Angela too.

“Hey!” she says, standing up to defend herself, “it’s an honest mistake to make!”

The laughter quiets down and the panel make their guesses. The meme was made by Shayne, and he sheepishly grins at Angela as she glares at him.

When the video is over, Angela makes a beeline for Shayne, she is so wrapped up in giving him shit over his meme that she misses the way Ian and Anthony happen to slink off the set together, as usual.

--

“So, Angela thought we actually dated,” Anthony says, “that’s funny.”

“Of course she did,” Ian says, rolling his eyes, “she also thought xylophone was spelt with a ‘Z’.”

“Yeah, true, and she and Chanse wrote that half-time show saying we had sexual tension,” Anthony adds.

Ian looks at Anthony, the two of them in their shared office.  

“Our meddlesome kids,” Ian says with a sigh.

Anthony grins, “Yeah, see, when you say they are our kids, when we’re their dads, they kinda have a point.”

“Oh,” Ian says, “you want to talk to them? Tell them to tone it down?”

Anthony smiles, leaning across the expanse of Ian’s desk and covering Ian’s hand with his own, squeezing gently, affectionately.

“Nah, it’s way more fun this way.”