#i do think when its all said and done he will have a bigger contract than the guy referenced in the tweet

[kdsburneraccount]

Wow okay anyways

[quimichi]

┗━⌜ALL I WANT IS FOR YOU TO BE HAPPY⌟━┛

✎ Life with the Archons (Venti, Zhongli, Raiden, Nahida and Furina)

VENTI - Videtis illam spirare libertatis auram

.ೃ࿐ Having you by his side, sleeping all so peacefully in his arms puts him at ease. Knowing you trust him makes him feel all warm in his heart-

.ೃ࿐ It's not like he would ever hurt you, it's quite the opposite. But knowing that you are just as comfortable around him as he is with you is enough to make him fall in love with you all over again

.ೃ࿐ would he tell you this? Yeah sure! But not without a little teasing and playful nagging when he sees a flustered or touched reaction on you

.ೃ࿐ your days together are mostly spend with you both doing literally anything that come to mind

.ೃ࿐ ideas like trying out Dionas newest creation or seeing who eats the most dishes at good hunter come mostly for your lovely bard

.ೃ࿐ he just wants you both having fun! Thinking about sad things all day would only crush someone, and he would never want to see you in a pain he has experienced

.ೃ࿐ I think everyone said it at least once, but yes he would write songs about you. Stories of you and your great adventures, how strong, generous and kind you are.

.ೃ࿐ and how kind you are always picking him up from angel's share when he lost both track of time and amounts of liquor he already drank

.ೃ࿐ he does feel guilty tho, but you know he is sorry and it's not like it happens so often. Just when it does, it reaaally does. But everybody got their flaws right?

.ೃ࿐ not you tho, not his beautiful Windblume (basic ik but as a German its so cute to me :))

.ೃ࿐ once he tried cooking your favorite dish. You were busy all day with missions form the adventurers guild and came back all exhausted and hungry....and to Venti desperately trying to put out the little fire that he started with his vision....the fire only got bigger

.ೃ࿐he claimed it was still edible. He's not wrong it was, just not tasty at all. Not him being banned from the kitchen now, nahhh

.ೃ࿐ he was super sad tho he wanted to fo something good for you and messed it up cause he looked away for a few seconds by preparing something else

.ೃ࿐ also, one thing he definitely loves and can't be without, besides you, is having you present beside him when he sleeps.

.ೃ࿐ you are there, and save, I his touch so he knows you won't be gone

ZHONGLI - if fairness is lost, then the contract shall become proof of one's deception

☄. *. ⋆ wakes up at the ass crack of morning, makes himself a tea and watches the sunset paint you like a deity sleeping in bed while sitting down on some chair to appear even more like a love sick grandpa

☄. *. ⋆ and if you do feel eyes on you, he greets you with a deep "Good morning my beloved, I hope this night gave you the best rest" and then let's you wake up slowly while he also makes you a tea, or coffee what you prefer

☄. *. ⋆ he'll always question himself, does he even deserve you? Yeah, yeah he does obviously but...why does it always feel so surreal having your pure soul around him????

☄. *. ⋆ hes in love let him be, I really like to think of him in a relationship as this really gentle,like and caring "grandpa" who's stuck in time. Like a guy you'd see in a historical romance book

☄. *. ⋆ going out with him is....something. he either fully forgot his wallet or is just a few mora to short for the groceries. But that's not everyday tho it happens here and there, the people are also used ro it like no one is surprised-

☄. *. ⋆ he just makes a contract with them that he will bring the rest money tomorrow and boom, done everyone happy---he is a man of his words

☄. *. ⋆ looooves walks with you, either hold his hand, the hand that is ready to do everything for you. Or link arms together like whatever you like baby ❤️

☄. *. ⋆ when you agreed to be in a relationship with him he promised you to take best care of you and that there shall be no worry left in your head

☄. *. ⋆ he does hold this promise (with maybe a teeny tiny contract, maybeee) and that also includes dinner. He knew you'd be home on a short while and completely forgot to prepare anything to eat, neither did you think about getting food home either

☄. *. ⋆ then Zhongli made a mistake of agreeing that Hu Tao helps him get some food on the table. And food on the table there was cause she did something. What it exactly is, nobody knows, how she exactly did that, a mystery. But it was good, and it made Zhongli realize how much of a good friend he had awwwww

☄. *. ⋆ a little friendship appreciation cause it's cute---

☄. *. ⋆ oh and grandpa goes to sleep exactly at 9, maybe at 10. On his rebellious days it can be at 11. Like on date nights he just says, eh fuck it I spend more time with my beloved, and goes to bed when you do. And also loves to do your night routine like you, skin care or not, he does it. To feel both closer and more connected with you and make you realize you mean a lot to him

☄. *. ⋆ being open to your things is a way of him telling you, hey, you're great yk that? His love language is acts of service cause, jsnwkajqks

RAIDEN - This body's purpose is to withstand wear and tear, that the one within might achieve Eternity

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ she would eat cake for breakfast if you would let her. Sweet things make her happy, youre sweet, you make her happy

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ "I love you...Y/N, for eternity" - 😐

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ give her time to show emotions, she can do that much better with words and actions

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ wake you up like a mom tho, like you both sleep together and suddenly she rips open the curtains and is like "Rise and shine" at 7am summertime where the sun is exactly where you dont want it to be

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ pls don't let go over her hand. In public she'll always have a hand on you, she's scared you'll leave if she doesn't. But she slowly but surely realizes that you won't, you would never

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ like, imagine you see this cute ass cat or dog and you smile so bright and she's giving this bombastic side eye bitch look. Goals I'd want that

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ yes but in reality she'd want to pet it. Pls keep asking for you both to adopt a pet so she doesn't has to ask-

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ yeah uh you cook, or you both cause her alone is a much known disaster. But she is ready to learn and is ready for the baby steps. She really does listen and learns fast. Her cooking now is simple, but edible and improves with every new try

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ thanks to your help obviously. And if you're just as bad, don't worry. She's happy you both can learn something and spend more time together. She really does enjoy your company, it keeps her at ease and let's her have a clear mind. You most definitely are her comfort character haha

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ but she's not only the love of mine and your life, she's also super protective of you. Getting fo a point where not even the waiter is allowed to speak the most necessary words to you. She is an Archon and should obviously be respected, like anyone else, but also you as her partner should also receive the same respect

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ falling asleep with you is easy, falling asleep without you difficult. You both need each other, but as stubborn you both are, you are the only one who can admit it truly. She also lets it slip but not in a "I can't sleep without you" more in a "Where in a relationship aren't we, so we should sleep beside each other" looking for excuses. She's my everything pls

NAHIDA - I might look like a child, but don't be fooled: I understand this world much better than any grown-up. (PLATONIC)

༊*·˚ she's the best to live with. She'll wake you up with her gentle words and quietly opens the window so a breeze can go inside and wake you up even softer

༊*·˚ sometimes she'll join you in bed when the time allows it she listens to you talk about your dreams and how you slept at night

༊*·˚ she makes sure you know that's she cares about you like duh you're friends

༊*·˚ breakfast is the absolute healthiest of them all, you have such a variety of fruits and vegetables to pick from, different kinds of bread and toppings. And a good smoothie, or maybe you want some tea?

༊*·˚ you both always eat together, she loves spending time with you. Especially the relaxing ones. But also, one of her favorites is going out with you helping the people. She has a very good understanding of humans and their emotions after all, and since shes so caring she loves to help around

༊*·˚ if you're not busy you're always free to join her

༊*·˚ loves to see you smile and be happy. She did live for 500 years but compared to the others its almost nothing, so you are her first true friend and she is greatful you let her discover friendship with you

༊*·˚ since shes super smart she teaches you a few things and is happy when you remember some of the things she said

༊*·˚ before you both call it a day she loves to sit in her swing, or you sit in her swing and you both gentle push each other while watching the stars

༊*·˚ sometimes you both even sleep together, cuddled up while reading together till one falls asleep first and puts the book away. Or you both simply talk about your day, your little adventures and what you both discovered

༊*·˚ she is all in all the most chilled person to be with like, pls----

FURINA - Her eyes... they're like the darkness at the bottom of the ocean

*ೃ༄ being with the hydro Archon is definitely...something?

*ೃ༄ she's super clingy in the morning, both wanting so spend all day together outside or in bed. It's hard decision for her...you do it pls

*ೃ༄ your at almost EVERY trail, sitting beside her. And honestly, with just your presence it's not boring anymore, or almost. She truly is less lonely with you around and feels more alive

*ೃ༄ it makes her all giddy inside and proud having you as hers. And because of this she will always gift you the most beautiful things! It's always something new everyday. Waking up and knowing at some time of the day she will surprise you with something new and exciting is worth going out of bed

*ೃ༄ you both also always eat out together, it's rare anyone of you cooks and eats at home. She'll always drag you to the fanciest restaurants to eat in pure elegance and flamboyance (Tengen that you?)

*ೃ༄ btw hugs make her feel better :)

*ೃ༄ if she ever notices you not paying attention, she'll lightly splash your face "Hehe, now you're awake again, so where we're we.."

*ೃ༄ I said she's clingy in the morning, but at night she holds her distance, till you both sleep and she unconsciously scoots closer till she cuddles you. Throughout the day she holds distance but somehow can appear clingy but not? She's a mystery, but she's your mystery

[alice-angel12x]

Death is always around the corner

Azul + Death!Reader

Riddle, Leona, Azul, Jamil, Vil, Idia, Malleus

Let's set the Scene: Masterlist

🐙Azul Ashengrotto🐙

Y/n is a being of darkness, so they are aware of things that go on in the dark. Both Literally and metaphorically. So they were aware of Azul's involvement with Leona and the potion Azul made.

And they know of the plan Azul was going to do with the upcoming exams.

Y/n warned the boys of Azul and told them to do honest studying. Or even come to them for answers and to study.

Yet the boys did not heed Y/n's warning and went to Azul. Y/n only sighed and let destiny take its course. Y/n sat down and contemplated their next target.

For they understood Azul's pain, but now he has let his pain blind him to the amazing person he could become. And now he tries to fill that void with greed and power. And now he is as cruel as those who had bullied him.

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"What–!? I just suddenly said what’s on my mind–!! Ah…!?" the poor student gasped.

"Ah, what an upsetting result. I am so shocked. And right after I granted your wish in order to uphold the Sea Witch’s benevolence.  And yet you still call me wicked and scheming?" Azu sighed phoning hurt emotions.

"I-I’m sorry…! You’ve got it wrong, that was–!!" "Hm, it is already too late to take your words back! Floyd, come. It is your turn," Azul interrupted.

"You guys are finally done talking~? Can I start squeezing tightly?" Floyd laughed.

"Don't you think he's had enough," said a voice.

The group turned to see Y/n sitting at the bar counter, drinking something from behind the counter.

"What are you doing here?! The Lounge is not open to the public right now," Azul glared.

"I just let myself in," Y/n said simply. "Quiet the shakedown you doing here."

"Am Afraid you have to leave. Jade Floyd show them out," Azul commanded.

Y/n chuckled as they watched Jade and Floyd approach. Y/n slowly stood up and smiled up at the twins with no fear, and with one swift motion. All the air was knocked out of the twins, as they collapsed to the ground. Azul and the boy watched in horror as Y/n approached.

Y/n slammed their hand on the table and glared at the poor student.

"Remember this well, when you make a deal with anyone. Even the people you may despise, you should always be the bigger person and fulfill your promises and payments. Understood?" Y/n growled.

"Yes I learned my lesson. I'll never fall behind on my promises," The random student cried.

"Then scram," Y/n said as the poor student ran in terror.

Azul simply stared nervesly as Y/n sat in the chair across from him, and stared him down.

"So, how has your life been?" Y/n asked suddenly.

"You barge in here just to ask that. Well, I'm doing fine cause business has been doing great. If that is all, please leave," Azul asked as kindly as possible.

"Are content with life, with yourself?" Y/n asked.

"W-what are you talking about. Of course, I am. I'm well on my way to a very successful life," Azul smiled confidently.

"So what's with the side hustle then if your lounge is so successful. Why do you covet things that don't belong to you?" Y/n asked.

"What are you getting at, it's the suckers Um I mean, the customer's choice to agree to my terms," Azul corrected as he held a smug tone.

"What purpose do you have with these powers? Are you compensating for something?" Y/n asked with a smirk. Putting Azul on slightly and edge, as he slowly glared. "Tring to fill the void of self-worth?"

"I-I have no idea what you're talking about," Azul said as he stood. "Where done here."

When suddenly Y/n stood up and quickly shoved Azul back into the seat.

"Cause I can tell you this," Y/n said as their eyes glowed a deep red. "This will never be enough."

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Sadly Azul did not take Y/n's words to heart and continued with his plans.

Of course, Y/n did not feel sorry for the students who were scammed or gambled on the contract to hope for the best outcome.

So Y/n let the boys suffer for a bit to learn their lesson, much to Jack's approval. But Adeuc and grim not so much. Though after seeing and hearing about the treatment of the tricked students. Y/n thought that this was enough.

So Y/n and Jack went to speak with Azul. The Poor octopus boy was still a bit shaken up from the last visit. But he put on a brave face and wanted to get his own revenge on Y/n.

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"Oh? Do you want to make a deal with me? What an interesting idea," Azul smirked.

"Aha~ Viper fish's got some guts," Floyd laughed.

" Very well. I understand that you want to make a deal with me, however…  We have a little problem, see? If I remember correctly, you do not possess any magic. You do not possess a beautiful voice nor are you a royal country’s only heir. You are but a simple beastman.  If you wish to ask for something big, the collateral must be of equal value," Azul listed off.

"A collateral?" Jack growled.

"For example… giving me the right to use the Ramshackle Dorm that you are currently in charge of," Azul smiled, as he watch Jack grow frustrated.

"! You were after that from the start, weren’t you!?" Jack snarled. when suddenly the door to the VIP door slammed open, and a soap cover grim came running in.

"I’m on board with that decision! I-I’m tired of living like this, yanno! My fur is not made for dishwashing!" Grim shouted

"Listen to what your one dorm-mate is saying, Y/n-san. What do you say? Will you give the Ramshackle Dorm as collateral to make a deal with me?" Azul smirked, but that soon falter by Y/n's unbothered expression.

" Stop it, Y/n! It’s definitely going to be a contract disadvantageous to you!" Jack warned.

"I want to hear the conditions you have," Y/n yawned.

"It’s refreshing to hear that kind of confidence," Azul said forcing a smile through his irritation. "In three days’ time, I want you to steal a certain picture from the Atlantica Memorial Museum in the Coral Seas. It is the commemoration picture of Prince Rielle’s visit taken 10 years ago. It is positioned right near the entrance, so historically, it is of little importance. It is just that, a simple picture."

"And if I somehow fail?" Y/n asked.

"If you manage to bring me the commemorative picture from the museum before the sun sets on the third day… I will release all 225 of the servants that I have working under me right now. However, if you are not able to do so…  Ramshackle Dorm will be mine. And you both shall be working under me afterward," Azul smiled darkly.

" It’s a deal," Y/n smiled softly, like a mother simply indulging in her child's game of pretend.

"Very well! Now then, please sign here," Azul smirked, thinking he was won. He couldn't wait to crush their confidence and hope.

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Yet Y/n was not afraid. For they went ahead of time and snatched the picture before they even told the twins that they wanted to talk to Azul.

But they simply played along and let Jack help them and grim. Yet Y/n being Death, they had no need to sleep. So they simply patrolled the dorm. Coming across the twins.

With an eerie smile, they gave the twin a reason to run with their tails between their legs. Earning the respect of many of the Savanaclaw students. Some even suggested that they just transfer to their dorm.

When the twins returned they were sadly out of commission for that day. But Y/n was not down dishing out the tournament. When one night,

Late at night, Azul sat in his office counting his sales, contracts, and another important document. When suddenly there was a crash, and the sound of glass Shattering. Azul sighed, thinking that now of the slave anemone workers failed to properly put the glass away. Sadly with nobody else around he had to clean up this mess.

Yet as he swept up the glass, the light suddenly went out. And the light from the tank turned dark. Azul tried to light up his surroundings with a light spell, but the darkness seemed to just eat up the light.

Before Azul could even compose himself, he heard footsteps around him. Followed by the sound of scraping of steel, and a familiar haunting whistle. There was suddenly another shatter, and in a panic, Azul ran toward his office. In the darkness flashes of red Eyes followed him as hands randomly grabbed at him.

The VIP door was just in sight, and he quickly grabbed the nob and ran inside. Just when he thought it was safe, the whistle returned. He looked up to see Y/n sitting at his desk, in his chair. Dressed in a black robe with the hood covering her eyes. They were fiddling with the golden coins on Azul's desk, as they continued to whistle. Y/n finally looked up to Azul as they placed a golden coin over their eyes, and pointed their scythe at him.

Azul began started to become hysterical as hey fumbled with the door handle. Y/n’s shadow began to stretch out across the ground, and just stop before Azul’s feet. The poor octopus boy finally got the door open and barricaded himself in his room for the whole night.

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(Final Day)

When the final day and Y/n had one more plan up their sleeves. While The first years distracted the twins Y/n rounded up some savanaclaw student to cause chaos in the lounge.

While Azul, shaken up, still believed that he was ahead of the game. And was still certain about his victory. But was horrified by the sudden burst of rowdy customers, and there was no Jade or Floyd to handle them.

So he went to get supplies from the safe, only to gasp to see Leona with the keys. Leona taunted the boy a bit before returning the keys and leaving. But when Azul opened the safe.

The All contracts were Gone. When Azul confronted Leona, he learned that Y/n was the true mastermind in all of this. And they had long won before the battle even began.

Azul watched helplessly as the lion prince turned all the contracts into sand. The poor boy snapped, as the blot consumed him.

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As life flashed before Azul’s eyes, he noticed in the infinite darkness a familiar door. The door to his VIP room. He swam through the darkness, but he finally reached the door and stepped in. It was his office, but sitting down at his desk was Y/n.

They were reading a book, with his name printed on the front cover.

“Ah, Mr. Azul you’ve arrived. Please have a seat,” Y/n smiled softly.

Azul slowly and nervously sat down in the chair as Y/n flipped through a couple pages. Then they finally spoke.

“Thank you for coming in today. We have some very important things to discuss,” Y/n said as they turned the book over to the final page. “ You were supposed to die today.”

“W-What?!” Azul gasped.

“But, because of your friends and enemies kindness. You are now at an impasse. You stand on the edge of life and death. And you have a choice to make,” Y/n explained, as they showed him the wanted poster of himself. “Just sign here or there.”

Azul held the bone fish pen. He hovered over the dead for some time, when he noticed something on the poster. It read, Azul Ashengrotto, greedy sleazy scam artist.

“That’s not who I am,” Azul mumble.

“What was that sir?” Y/n asked.

“This title. That’s not who I am,” Azul glared. “I want this changed.”

“Alright,” Y/n said simply, as they reached down into a drawer and pulled a paper with questions on it. “You don’t need to answer all, but fill out the best you can.”

Azul got to work on the paper, at first the questions were pretty standard. Name, date of birth, and parents, but then the questions started getting strange. For example, what are your skill you treasure? How should one live their life? How you you wish to be remembered, and why? And finally, what is your self worth?

Azul filled out the best he could, but he was unable to fill out the last question. He handed Y/n back the paper, and Y/n began to write something at the bottom of the paper. They soon returned the paper, and Azul saw where Y/n wrote. Under, What does Death think of applicant?

Slowly Azul read what was written

Azul Ashengrotto, a greatly insecure boy, who hides behind a business man act. This is how he might see himself, but he is so much more than that.

He is a bright young octopus with great potential in both the business world or culinary if he so desired. He is a smart, clever, and talented individual. I have high hopes for him.

-Signed

Y/n Death

“Death, that can’t possibly be your last name,” Azul said, trying to distract himself from the overwhelming emotions he was feeling.

“Your right Y/n is just a name I add in front of my actual name," Y/n smiled.

“So you're saying your name is Death. That's unfortunate,'' Azul commented.

Y/n raised a brow as they just stared at Azul, as he slowly processed all the clues.

“W-wait Your... Death. As in Death itself?" Azul asked nervesly, as Y/n simply nod. "Then if you're the reaper then why are you asking me all these things. Aren't you supposed to kill me, are you toying with me?"

“Do you think of me as just a heartless monster? I may reap the life of the living, but I don't do this out of enjoyment. And what I write is simply what I see in the person in front of me," Death said as they sat up straight. " So what do you plan to do?"

Azul stared down at the wanted Poster, and the title under the name. And signed Alive.

“I still have many people I need to get back at, and there's still much I want to do," Azul said as he laced the pen down.

Death smiled softly and closed Azul's book. And before they stood they decided to give one more word of Advice.

“And Be careful of what you tie your self-worth to. Make sure it is the things you've earned, and not the gifts of others you collect," Y/n said as they offered a hand to Azul. "And knowing you. You already have many qualities to you."

As he took Death's hand, the VIP door opened revealing a blinding light. Y/n walked Azul to the door, but then stopped him.

"Oh, before I go I have to give you something," Y/n said as they pulled the photo out from their coat.

"The Photo! But, when?!" Azul gasped as he grabbed the photo.

"Since the beginning. I couldn't pass up the chance just to mess with you," Y/n laughed as they pushed him into the light.

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Azul would finally come too, much to the twin's relief. As Azul recovered Floyd revealed the secret behind the photo. Much to Azul's horror.

As Azul hide his face in embarrassment, he noticed Y/n standing off by themselves. Looked over the Papers Azul signed and put them back into the book.

With a small nod, Y/n turned and left.

After all was said and done, Azul somewhat changed...Not really. But at least he wasn't enslaving people or scamming people out of their talents.

The young boy would notice Y/n visit the lounge every once in and while. Usually off at the far corner way from most. Yet Azul would usually be the one to serve them.

This was one of the few ways they would relax before winter came.

[f1bordeaux]

The String That Binds Us. (Prologue) | ln4, cl16

You fell in love with this sport all because of him. It would be selfish not to thank that boy for his help in getting you here today, even if you both ended on rocky terms. However, after finding yourself in the same paddock as your childhood best friend, your mentor, your first true love, and the boy who left you for the bigger picture, you realize that he wants nothing to do with you. So, as fate has it, perhaps you'll end up in the arms of someone else. Or maybe, just maybe, that string that has been tied to the two of you together since birth will pull you back into eachothers lives. Warnings: none Pairings: Lando Norris x Reader, Charles Leclerc x Reader Word Count: 769 Poetry style | Story style A/n: I have returned with yet another series >:) this has been rolling around in my mind and yes its a super simple, done before, run down prompt but I promise to make it worth wild! I feel as though my writing has improved since my last series(which i'm gonna go rewrite) so please enjoy! Ill update as quickly as possible. This is just the prologue so look out for chapter 1 soon, and let me know if you all would be interested in me posting this on Wattpad for easier reading! Much love! Prologue | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2

prologue; y/n.

There was simply no way, not in this world with all of its coincidences and twists of fate, that things did not happen for a reason. From the minute you’re born until the day you die, there is a reason for everything. An invisible string runs through each and every one of your actions, no matter how little or grand they may be. You were sure of it. There were so many instances you could think of. When you failed that math test and got put back into a different class-the one where you met your first boyfriend who you no longer speak of. When you visited the beach one Summer all the way across the ocean in the United States, and met a girl from your hometown who ended up becoming your life long friend you attended university with. And perhaps the most vital one, when you grew up next door to a boy, only a year older than you, who possessed a love for cars and all things involving them. He would sculpt your life into one of his own, beginning from only the age of three. The two of you would form a shared love, a shared passion, for one sport. However, you found more interest in the mechanical side of things while he preferred to take the wheel. Still, you often wonder how your life would have played out, what you would have done, where you would have gone, who you would have become without him. What would have happened to you if he didn’t live next door? You could never even picture it. Especially now, fresh from university with a degree in automotive engineering hanging on your wall. But the craziest connection of them all? Getting an offer to work in the same sport as your neighbor-no, your childhood best friend. You just couldn’t believe it.

“Y/n you’re joking.” Sophia said on the afternoon the offer popped up in your inbox. She sat on the beanbag chair you used to have in your dorm. You were laying down in bed, lazily scrolling through Twitter before deciding to check your inbox. Now, you were sitting up straight, hand cupping your mouth as you read the email. “Let me see!”

You spun the laptop around, watching her eyes dart across the screen. “It’s not real, there is no way.”

But it was. The email would turn into a phone call, the phone call would turn into a headquarters visit, the visit would turn into a contract. Soon, only a few months after your January graduation, you would be in the Formula 1 paddock, clad in red, tending to the Ferrari livery.

You called Lando only a few weeks before the season started. The two of you hadn’t spoken in a while.

“Hello?”

“Lando, hey.” You scratched the back of your neck. How would he take it? Would he even care at all? Why were you calling with how things ended between the two of you?

There was a second of silence, although it felt like minutes. “Y/n, it’s been a minute. I heard you graduated. Congrats.”

“Oh? Who told you?”

“Mom. You know she's still best friends with yours.”

“Right,” You sighed. He didn’t like your Instagram post that compiled all your grad-photos. Of course he’d only heard it involuntarily. “How have you been?”

“Good.” He responded. “Just preparing for the season, you know?”

“That's actually what I was calling about,” Your heart was pounding. You were so excited to tell him, to let him know that not only did he make it into his dream field, but so did you. “I got a job.”

“Cool. Where at?”

“Ferrari.”

The silence that hung over the line only a little while ago returned. “Like at a shop somewhere in the UK?”

Not exactly the celebration you were hoping for. “No, uh, in F1. I’ll be in the paddock working on either Leclerc’s or Sainz’s car.”

“Oh.” He sniffled. “How’d you manage a job like that straight out of uni?”

“I applied. Didn’t think I would get it but here we are.”

“Well I guess I’ll see you around then.”

And that was it, your big call, your big announcement, all concluded with a ‘see you around’ like it was a conversation to be had in a school yard. You were hurt, your childhood best friend chalking your achievements up to something not worth being impressed about, but you didn’t have time to think about it. You had a job to do and damnit, you were sure you’d be doing it the best.

[the-phantom-author]

Hasan Piker | Girl Dad Headcanons

@starsyoubreaklikesugardust I didn't tell you about these, but surprise. Enjoy. It took forever to get a read more thing up, God.

Hasan is the ultimate boy dad, however, he is above all, a family man. ANd this family man would absolutely want at least two kids. Your oldest would be getting ready to go into kindergarten or 1st grade and one night he’d turn to you and be like “What do you think about having another one?” or something.

It’s something he’s been thinking about for a while without telling you, you can tell his tone and his wording. Honestly, he has a full speech written out in order to try and convince you. He also does not care if it’s adopted or not, he just wants another little baby.

The entire time you're pregnant he’s going on about how it’s going to be a boy, “Love, look at my family, it's so male dominated” he just wants a little army to follow him around like his oldest does.

That being said, when Hasan finds out it’s a girl he bawls. It does not matter where he is when he finds out, the ultrasound room, the car, his house, he is in tears. It starts the second you look somewhere else, even if its only for a second to hear what the tech said, the next time you look at him he’s just crying and murmuring to himself “I’m gonna have a daughter” with a little smile on his face. Good luck trying to convince him not to tell people that by the way.

So I imagine his son being like a normal weight, if not a little heavier. His daughter on the other hand, she’s a bit underweight. Like it’s nothing concerning, she’s just tiny tiny. He’s in awe, because his boy was small but his daughter could fit into the palm of his hand.

He would be so confident during the newborn stage, I mean he rocked it the first time y'know? But then it hits him that he has a daughter and he gets worried. Not that he'd be a bad parent but, he just doesn't know what to do with his little girl at first. I mean he has a brother, and a son, not to mention he's a guy as well. Raising a girl is foreign to him.

Which is why he has you take lead on a lot of raising her at first, just so he can get an idea of what to do. He gets the hang of it eventually.

He is the worst when it comes to her getting bigger. Every time that you have to get her new clothes and get rid of the old ones that don’t fit it does his head in. “She can’t be this big, have you seen her? She is so small, absolutely tiny, those new clothes will drown her. “ “When she wakes up we can have her try on these, because i honestly don’t think they fit, it they do i owe you” the minute she’s in the new clothes he’s holding her in the air and staring at her while asking “When’d you get so big, stop it, stay small please.” She smiles and babbles at him and he’s just like “That was a deal, she just made a verbal contract with me, she’s staying this size forever. He would then proceed to hog her for the rest of the day. This happens everytime she grows enough to need new clothes.

Absolutely mentions it to her when she’s a teen, and they have a little argument. It’s how he starts off most apologies with her, “You know we had a deal when you were a baby, you were supposed to stay small enough for me to carry everywhere and only really able to babble at me or your mother.” just something to test the waters a bit, and let him figure out if she’s still mad or not.

When her hair starts growing out, she falls in love with the idea of her father and her having the same hairdos, So not only does she convince him to grow it out, but its also not uncommon to see them both rocking a ponytail with a braid on the side. He’s just the biggest pushover when it comes to her. She'll get a bow in her hair and bring one out for Hasan to wear and he caves without hesitation.

Also big man in tiny plastic chairs having a tea party. Like he'd go all out to, he'd wear a dress, have make up on, hold his pinky out. The whole nine yards but he wants it done right, she has to have a theme, he also makes it his mission to take her out with him and help him find htings to wear to these tea parties. She is also doing his hair, no one even has a say in that, he does however get you to do his makeup. It was something your daughter did but that was reconsidered when she ruined all of your good stuff.

I also imagine her being the shy and quiet type, no matter where you go she is clinging on to one of her parents. Like her other loved being around people, even as a baby he was always smiling and giggling when other people held him, she is almost the opposite. If Hasan is still streaming after she is born, she’s almost never on camera, especially if people who aren't her family are in the house. When she is on camera she is like curling into her father and he’s not allowed to leave the room without her.

She'd be the type to always want to be around him. He doesn't even have to be paying attention to her, she just wants him in her eyesight. Sometimes she'd demand he plays with her, like she'd drag him by the hand to where she wants him to go and play with dolls or read or whatever. Other times she just wants him to be on the floor with her while she's playing by herself. When in these moods and he sees that she looking at him he always waves and says “hi”.

Daddy daughter date nights, he's worried about how he’s dressed and if it's a place to go, asking you if he looks good or not, dressing all fancy, only to take her to get some nice tacos.. Sometimes to watch a movie, or whatever really, he does it to make sure she knows how a man should treat her. One of his favorites is going to a library and just reading to her for a few hours.

Who would i be if i didn't mention Jewelry when talking about Hasan. He does not let her touch his ring, they are much too big and would fall off her finger far too easily. He only lets you put them on chains to wear as necklaces, Won't even entertain anyone else doing it, even if that person is his daughter. Instead she has free reign of his necklaces, and would even go out and buy her matching ones. When she gets older she starts to think it’s a bit cringe but once she moves out and starts to see y’all ever so often she notices he’s still wearing them. She also starts to wear them, the day she buys him a necklace like one she has he starts bawling.

The bracelets that you, Hasan, and your son have that match? She gets one as well. Your son has a lil’bear bracelet and obviously he keeps it and the title of lil’ which means she gets called baby bear.

He’d start to get really into making those family Christmas cards. I;ve said it on multiple occasions, and I'll say it again, he’s a show-off, and he wants everyone to know that he has the perfect family.

He’s always the one she goes to ask to paint her nails, and he takes great pride in that. Later when she’s older and starts to get them done professionally she sees that it makes him a bit sad and decides to ask if she can paint his. It becomes a permanent thing as she becomes a teen and if she goes to a college nearby, she paints his nails while they shit talk the people in her class/people that she works with.

Family piles. There is no way that Hasan doesn't have the biggest size bed you can get, which means plenty of space for the family. Like lil baby girl would wake up in the middle of the night and wouldn’t fall asleep in the nursery, so she gets taken back to your and Hasan’s room where she is out like a light. Then a bit later in the night your son comes in after having a nightmare and wants to be close to his parents, and of course Kaya comes joins because her people are all in one room, what could be better. In the morning it’s all a mess of people and limbs and a dog but who would he be to want anything different.

[illarian-rambling]

Thanks for the tag @kaylinalexanderbooks!

Five Lines Tag

Rules: post a line from your WIP that follows the prompt

My prompts, which are: A line about the weather A line about a secret A line said sarcastically A line about home A line about an animal

Let's see what MG3 has in store

A line about the weather

“Avymere!” they hissed, waving eagerly.

The Duchon jumped, spluttering slightly as they squinted in confusion. Elsind caught the exact moment when they put together who the strange human shouting at them was. The changeling jogged up, a mirthful expression on their face.

“Greetings.” Avymere gave them a nod. “Enjoying the weather?”

Elsind couldn’t have honestly told you if it was sunny or cloudy, they just took Avymere by the hand, practically hopping in excitement. Tentatively, a smile made its twitching way onto Avymere’s face as well. It looked terribly strange sitting there. Not the sort of expression crafted for portrait sittings or cabinet meetings. This wasn’t a smile Avymere used often, as it was a rare honest one.

A line about a secret

“Cool your jets,” Astra made a soothing gesture. “We’ll be fine. These jobs’re gonna get done, no matter how much Antonin thinks he can stall for time. Besides, even if he is a pisswad, helpin’ us is in ’is best interest.”

Marius shook his head. “You don’t understand. Maybe you would if you’d actually thoroughly read the contract. Antonin isn’t going to give you shit once you finish the third job. It says in the contract that you must accept his decree of completion for the agreement to be fulfilled. I don’t know how to make it any more clear, but he’s not going to give you that godsdamned decree.”

“But why?” Mashal crossed his arms, confused, while Astra gave an indignant scoff in the background. “We— We’re trying to keep this city from being conquered. The entire Montane family will be killed if Vermir gets her way. He has no reason to not work with us.”

“Oh, you poor kids.” The banker sighed, shaking his head. “Do you know what a wartime economy would mean for this family’s finances?”

A line said sarcastically

“Oh, Avy….” Elsind sighed sadly. They got up and, from the sounds of things, began to put together a small tray of food.

“I don’t know what’s wrong with me,” Avyemere choked out. Even talking made their leg hurt. “I should be strong enough. I’m meant to be. My people deserve better.”

“Better than some elf half-delious with pain and stress? Yeah, I agree. But also, you deserve better, too. You shouldn’t have put that much pressure on yourself—no one should have to.” The bed dipped as Elsind sat back down. “Why don’t you get some food in you, take your meds, and see if that helps? I guarantee at least some of this is just your body wanting calories so it can heal your leg.”

Glancing over, Avymere saw that Elsind had prepared a small plate of cut fruit from the little coldbox at the end of the room, as well as a mug of steeping tea. Again, they felt even more tears threaten to break past their eyes at the sight.

A line about home

Here, away from the crowd, Astra could admit to herself that she was terrified. Divine magic or not, Vermir had nearly killed her twice before, and that was before she’d taken the sorcery of half a city. However, her terror was a strangely resigned thing. This was odd, as Astra had never been resigned about anything a day in her life.

Tomorrow’s gonna happen, she thought. I might die, I might win, I might end up lookin’ over a world conquered by that eikodoro monster knowin’ I was too weak to stop ’er. All I do know is that I’m tired a’ bein’ scared. Let’s just get this nonsense over with and call it a day. I miss my cat. I miss my folks. I wanna go home and get scared about little, petty things for a while.

A line about an animal

Tramping through the mud were dozens of hardbitten teamsters, all calling and crowing like birds greeting the sun. Horses snorted and stamped, so much bigger than Elsind had ever imagined, and much smellier, too. Wagons stood in rows like tarp-covered neighborhoods. The wind flowing down from the looming Siegewall Mountains whipped at hair, clothes, and anything not nailed down, kicking up massive clouds of dust that caused Avymere to cough uncontrollably.

“How do we know how to talk to?” Elsind asked, tapping his fingers nervously. Given the noise of the crowd, he nearly had to shout to be heard.

“We need to….” Avymere trailed off as they peered through the crowd. Their expression remained a serene mask, yet Elsind was a connoisseur of faces, so he picked up on the subtle furrow of their brow. The Duchon was as lost here as he was.

I'll tag @leahnardo-da-veggie @wyked-ao3 @jev-urisk @daisywords @theink-stainedfolk and anyone else who wants to play :)

Your prompts: A line about the weather, A line about a secret, A line said sincerely, A line about a house, A line about water

[mazzystar24]

idk how tim is keeping her around… like its so clear the fandom hates her and wants her gone- just read the comments on the stills. i understand that her contract probably requires her to be in a certain number of episodes, but tim has really fucked with her storyline this season and made her a bigger character than she ever needed to be and i genuinely don’t understand his choice to do so… if it were to somehow play into eddie’s sexuality, there are a myriad of other ways that could be introduced without givinf a transphobe screentime and along with some of tim’s other choices this season really makes me doubt if he knows what he’s doing at times…. i was so excited for him to come back as showrunner because i thought yk maybe they would stop dragging their feet on buddie but every day it feels more and more like baiting and that we’re simultaneously closer yet further away than we’ve ever been and it’s making me not trust time anymore. and with the jlh live making the joke about buddie not happening it’s making it so hard to remain optimistic… like i will forever be a buddie shipper first and foremost, but i also know how network tv shows use shit like this to their advantage when it comes to baiting and pulling in audiences to watch- it’s been done over and over and over and as much as i want to believe tim wouldn’t do that to us, it’s getting harder and harder to trust him every day. i’ve never considered folding in a series i’ve so vehemently loved before but this season has really messed with my head and i don’t know if i can continue putting myself through the torture if there won’t be any payoff.

Hi anon! Totally meant to reply to this before the episode so obviously my answer is a bit different (but not overtly so)

This episode confirmed Marisol is on her way out so small victories of the transphobe getting kicked to the curb

Totally understand where you’re coming from with being disheartened and like obviously look out for yourself first and foremost but if you’re looking for reassurance I think that like

1. Jlh will only have limited knowledge like Devon was saying even her, edy and Ryan were trying to get info from eachother on who’s staying and stuff and also jlh did clarify it’s a joke and also if buddie were going to have some confirmation this season they would be telling all the actors to keep it hush hush and throw people off guessing it

2. It’s true tv networks do like using that stuff to promote shows but also abc very much seems to recognise that fans make or break a show that’s why you see a lot of shows on it like greys or the rookie do tend to keep an eye on fan reactions and respond accordingly and by that logic if the tv network is aware enough of the fact they can promote a show by even hinting at buddie undertones then they know that full canon would do favours for their ratings, and Tim did say one of the main obstacles to bi buck canon was the network back when they were on fox

3. Things are constantly in progress and we still have s8 so there is never cause to be like there is no hope, like if they didn’t want buddie canon on the table they would have said so but they constantly establish that it’s on the table and if the story progresses that way then they’d all be on board

I gotta pulls a Serena and say I gotta go but thanks anon for the ask and hope it’s somehow reassuring

Remember bestie delulu is the solulu🥰❤️🫶🤡🤩✨

(yes I had to make a joke somewhere cos I’m extremely awkward)

[smgoetter]

I know you and Natalie probably get the question that if there will be a sequel to dungeon critters, and I also know that in the current situation (or at least I think) you two aren’t planning on writing one. But, that left me wondering; did you guys ever think about writing a sequel, or even the plot of a sequel? Did you write the Dungeon Critters thinking it would be a series? Or- maybe what I’m trying to say is: Do YOU think there will be a sequel to Dungeon Critters in the future?

(Natalie helped with writing this, but we both talked about it a lot)

Thanks for writing in! Dungeon Critters is really, really special to us, and we’re both really happy that it continues to find its audience. In a perfect world, we’d be diligently working away on volume 4, and designing the Baron’s minivan that he would use in the climactic fight (I’m serious).

I don’t know how much inside baseball I’m allowed to give about the inner workings of publishing, but basically: we signed a contract to do the one Dungeon Critters book, with the hope that it would sell well and we would get to continue making more Dungeon Critters books. Once we wrapped up the first book we immediately wrote and pitched a sequel that we were really excited about, with lots of ideas for more. However, while our publisher did support Dungeon Critters, they weren’t interested in any sequels. But they did still want to work with us, at least!

Which is where The Bawk-Ness Monster comes in! While we were understandably crushed we couldn’t work on Dungeon Critters, a lot of heart and hard work went into pivoting to a new series. And I’m proud of the work we’ve done on it.

Working full-time, we don’t have the time or resources to draw and self-publish a graphic novel by ourselves, and even if we did, having a publisher gives it better reach, especially ones for kids and young adults. We think there’s hope that eventually :01 might be interested in a sequel for Dungeon Critters, which is why we haven’t posted the old summary and concept art online yet. We’re currently reworking it a bit as well, along with some other ideas…we just have to wait and hope for the best.

All that being said, selfishly, hearing from people who read and liked Dungeon Critters helps us keep that hope. It’s niche and weird and doesn’t explain itself and the most purely self-indulgent and fun thing we could have made. Even if we never get to make another one, knowing someone found it and it spoke to them is really precious to us. Thank you again for asking.

Please know that no one are bigger fans of Dungeon Critters than we are, and we are keeping these characters close to our hearts. 

(Also, (in response to the other message) thank you for the game recommendation! We enjoyed Hades very much when it came out a few years ago hehe. Our current gaming update is that Sara is a normal amount of hours into Balatro and Natalie is looking forward to the new Stardew update.)

[bruhstation]

I've been thinking about the setting of my TUGS au, the prequel to casa tidmouth, and by extention I began thinking about the show TUGS itself.

it's kind of depressing to know that TUGS is most likely set during the years RIGHT before world war 2. I remember watching a TUGS iceberg video a long time ago, maybe last year-ish. after a series of callbacks and alludes to the little environmental details right at the end of the video, the creator said that the show is possibly not set during the 1920s, but the 1930s, nearing another war period, and that's why I've changed the era of what this AU is set in many months ago.

mitton and cardona claimed that the show is set during the "booming era" of the 1920s, but I can't help but think that maybe the 1920s isn't the most fitting era with how the tone of the show is.

the 1930s setting really does make sense though -- the atmosphere in TUGS is much more, I dunno how to exactly say it, gloomy? serious? it's still a mostly lighthearted kids show, but, to quote some things indirectly from the iceberg video; what's with the munitions? the flammable barges? johnny cuba? the constant mention of broken ships? characters dying right on the screen in such a macabre fashion? burke and blair's whole job? then my mind thought about the star tugs and z-stacks, their relationship and purpose and how it ties to the pre-ww2 feeling of the story.

the conflict between the star tugs and z-stacks isn't fueled by personal grudge against each other. I apologize for comparing TUGS to ttte, but in comparison to its sister series where the engines of sodor have personal banter against each other selfishly, still manage to fool around during their jobs, get into accidents due to their own hubris, and end the day where they learned their lesson, TUGS is much different. they're just there to work and carry through their contracts. they still banter with each other but they know their priorities. they are also driven by their conscience and rationale, not just some "oh he made fun of me so I'm not gonna help him out. I'm bigger and more important so I refuse to do this job and go back to my berth".

zorran dislikes the star tugs but knows that the contracts are much more important and he is willing to work with them if it means the job will be done. top hat, despite his personal distaste for anything smelly, QUICKLY changes his mind about lord stinker and works with him to save the goods engine. zebedee is a character more driven by his personal view on what's good or bad -- he helped the star tugs push princess alice back into place and showed concern when ten cents was pushing the oil barge to the sea, but there's a part of him that's definitely concerned for his own well being.

they have their personal opinions on both their teammates and their rival company's tugboats, but they know better than to let those feelings get in the way. not working means their presence as tugboats will be jeopardized.

these points, added to the very high possibility that TUGS is set during the late 1930s, creates another layer to the overall murkier feeling of the show. the characters know the times are dire. the characters know that they have contracts to go through. they know that something big is coming. they've went through world war 1! with how bluenose and the navy inserted their presence in bigg city port, there's also an idea that there's gotta be at least one character with a sense of foreboding amidst the business.

I also reckon they've grown some kind of fondness (???) for their rival company? it's like when there's a kid at school who keeps annoying you, but next day they're not there and you got a bit worried on where they might be. the two factions don't necessarily like each other, but their rival has formed a place in their normalcy that to get rid of them entirely is not going to do any good, really.

so yeah. that's all I have in mind right now.

[phoenixcatch7]

Bayverse definitely iconic specially bayverse is the first live action transformers even many flaws(that something hater can't argue)

But concept Allspark just got destroyed is something really got hate from fans self, I meant in films Cybertron existence by two way (we ignore quetensee in last knights because the concept it's confusing) Allspark energy in machine and hatchling.

And they like literally said Allspark is energy and cube is just vessel , and energy can't just gone. But I think something very fatal is that in tf1 the cube didn't allowed touch by human skin, we saw when Bumblebee give Sam cube Sam immediately using his jacket to warping it but then when he somehow active cube to destroy Megatron. How he active the cube and why he not getting radiation from it?

No seriously in tf2 sam got vision after he touches piece of cube but in tf 1 sam look fine after he touches it by his bare hands , is that weird?

Oh my god bay lose opportunity to make sam be more important than just 'legular guy' I meant there's nothing wrong with it but make sam be more important for Autobots by make him new vessel of Allspark is right there.

You know this is always transformers story problem in all media when involved humans, they coward make human be not too much human. Only they using it in tf animated, sari sumdake that not full human

Yeah! For a franchise on its own it holds up pretty well if flawed, but against the actual, bigger transformers franchise the issues become so much more obvious. A surface level watching is good enough, and it's very enjoyable, those special effects are just *chefs kiss* so fun to watch! I liked the first movies best on that front, the amount of detail that went into the designs is incredible!

But yeah, the destruction of the Allspark is something they really didn't work through properly, they make all that talk about energy and then it just sort of dissipates into the ether except when a shard can be plot relevant lol. Not even touching on Quintessa XD. Her wiki page is just wild.

Asdfghjkl I hadn't actually noticed that, but you're right, they made such a fuss about Allspark radiation and how the shards affected Sam, but it's very inconsistent! I guess the radiation they hid with the hoover dam wasn't very harmful but could be detected by cybertronians, which they wanted to avoid. And maybe Sam just needed that little bit extra exposure or time with the shard to trigger the visions? Idk.

AND THEN THEY KILLED HIM OFF SCREEN. Like I get why mikala had to leave, it was a contract issue with the actress, but they really did just kill the protagonist off screen between movies and not really mention it. He had such potential with his story, but tbf I don't think Bay would have used it even if he didn't kill him off. Bayverse doesn't get very deep.

I had to look up Sari, but she's cute, a very interesting concept for sure! I do like the dichotomy between the squishy humans and big metal cybertronians, there's so much to be done with the difference!

[shrimplymoray]

Creepypasta au post? (without the Self Insert par of them, because I will make a separate post for it lol)

Okay so, apparently there are at least 2 or 3 of you that????? really want to know bout my creepypasta aus???? so I guess this is like, me rambling bout them now lol if you don't mind long rambles, it is all below the cut

I have my main creepypasta "kinda canon compliant?". It is in quotations cuz like, it is a slender mansion au, but I also tried to make the characters as believable of being killers since their teens as I could and just incorporated all my headcanons into it. Imma call it Slender Manor Au. So, basically slender is... a cryptid older than life on Earth or maybe even Earth itself! He is from a species called by humans "operators" (every slender brother I include is one. I don't include the nasty one ofc cuz I hate his guts teehee) And each subspecies of them seems to be capable of living by draining life energy and by consuming some form of emotions from the beings around them. In Slender's case, it's fear and other variations of it. So, no one really knows his intentions, they just know he chooses to appear to the broken and insane to make "deals" with them in return for work. That is how every CRP met him, he appears to them or in some cases, he talked with them through BEN, and made deals with them. The catch, since he is such a malicious creature? he dictates when they did enough work to get their part of the deal. Which... no one alive did yet! So basically he manipulates them. If they break any rules, he also is not afraid of doing any form of torture to get them "in line". He is very strict with his rules, but besides that, he really doesn't care about the pastas, so they fend for themselves by gaining a bit of money Slender steals from his brothers. They just can't kill anyone in the manor, but hurting, bullying, etc. is nothing to Slender. He is evil, like really evil. The manor is in its own little pocket dimension controlled by slender, which can be teleported at will to any woods that are part of his domains, which are the Americas. The Manor has non euclidean properties, like rooms that are in the same place as other rooms, but they don't connect in any way, just like being capable of creating new rooms depending on who Slender makes a deal. Example: When X Virus made his deal with Slenderman, a laboratory appeared in the Manor.

You think I'm done after that? YOU FOOL I HAVE OTHER AUS MUAHAHAHAHA

I have a Cyberpunk AU too! The basics of it are: In the year 10023, humanity lives in a new Pangea, where humanity is scattered across some walled-up metropolises. Due to the rotting process of the Earth, thanks to pollution, supernatural beings had to flee their homes and are trying to invade the metropolises. The government can't let the media find out about this, so what do they do? They make a contract with the mysterious leader of an underground organization who specializes in taking down these supernatural beings, and now the Creepypasta organization works alongside the government as much as they can continue their old methods of killing innocents if needed for their purposes. I am working on a Google doc, which includes: the basic world-building (what I just said but bigger and with more details), a hierarchy, areas of specialization, and a bit about all the characters I include in my CRP universes.

The next AU I have is a Post-Apocalyptic AU. In this AU, due to humans being little bastards that have to mess with every single species they come in contact with (and maybe a bit inspired by Shadow of the Colossus), humanity woke up just a very dangerous and maleficent species that is the fallen angels on earth (aka Slendy and his operator pals). So slowly, in a matter of a decade, maybe, most humans are dead, and the ones that aren't have to scavenge, hunt and kill to survive, some even falling into cannibalism! Fun! Joking aside, in this AU the CRP people are survivors in certain factions, some having been mutated by being in contact with these fallen angels. Also working on a Google doc of it, and it will include a little explanation of each faction, and the characters too. I have changed some of the characters so they can be part of the universe, since it wouldn't make sense to have, for example, Sally as a ghost from a long period of time ago.

The last one I can talk about is pretty self-explanatory, so I may just delve into the character change choices for it too, but it is a Furry AU. It's literally just CRP but the characters are Furries (or more like Anthros but whatever). The characters I have designed are Jeff, Nina, Jane, Slenderman, BEN, EJ, LJ, Toby, Sally, Lost Silver, and Cody (X Virus), though I do have ideas for Jason the Toymaker and Liu. Jeff is a Sphynx cat cuz haha, burned man is the bald cat. Nina is a Spanish Moth, mostly cuz of the colors fit her being a scene queen. Toby is a Racoon cuz... He already looks like a raccoon. Sally is a Cub of a Brown Bear, which is due to Mr Death, her plushie, which btw i turned into a little human plushie. EJ is a vampire bat. Bats are nocturnal and have evolved to know where they are without seeing. also the vampire part is cuz... he eats people. it fits lol. BEN is a Sand Gazelle, cuz they live a long time without water and that is fitting. Jane is generally a black and white moth, i don't have the name of the species yet. Slenderman is a Praying Mantis cuz it looks fucking cool, i don't accept any critique of that, imagine a 10 ft tall praying mantis? so fucking terrifying. Lost Silver is a Black and White Banded California King Snake. I thought it would be funny for the character with no limbs to be a snake, i'm so sorry. Cody is a Deathstalker scorpion, because it stings. and it is venomous. it fits. LJ was a ride to make a choice but i love it, he is a Red Macaw,, because of Rainbow Jack. The red macaw has a lot of color variations in it, and since it follows canon lore for LJ, LJ turned black and white later, so it works. The others i had an idea to were Jason, which would be a peacock, and Liu which would be a Savannah cat to match Jeff, in a certain way. I have more "aus" kinda, but they are Self Insert and Shipping focused, and one of them is my Fanfic au, which ofc i can't talk about due to being spoilers for it, but if you are interested in being "part" of the Slender Manor AU in a special way, follow @curse-you-slenderman , my fanfic blog, and read Curse You, Slender Man! On AO3!

[nomdepen]

She nods, unable to speak through her trembling lips. He did deserve to decide, and the realization that she had withheld such a choice from him only broke her further. Perhaps she was more like her mother than she realized. But she’d be lying to herself—and, more importantly, to him— if she said she wasn’t afraid that he would decide to not like her. Everyone seemed to do exactly that. Even Eloise, her longest friend, had come to the conclusion eventually.

“I know you trusted me, and t-that’s why I was afraid! I didn’t want you to think I was befriending you for the wrong reasons, o-or that I was just a pathetic girl whose heart was bigger than her eyes. I wanted to be your friend, to know you and I was afraid that if you knew the truth, you would think of me the way everyone else does. T-That you would be disgusted to know such a person was pining for your heart. And, and, and I know that’s not fair, I realize that now, but it’s true, Ben. You are one of the best people I have ever met. One of the best people I will ever have the privilege of knowing. But that doesn’t change the fact that nearly everyone I have met up until this point has looked down upon me."

Pen let out a staggered breath, the gesture rattling through her entire body. Her ribcage expanded beneath her bodice, refusing to allow her a full breath. Or perhaps her body was merely trying to punish hr for her lies as well. The authors and poets she'd read had never warned her that heartbreak was so exhausting. Her eyes were sore, her ribs felt brittle, and her chest ached. If she didn't know any better, she'd think she'd contracted some kind of influenza. But she knew she had been the sole cause of this pain, and all she wanted was to collapse and sleep forever.

“I tried not to like you this much, Ben.” Her voice lowered even more as she swiped at her cheeks with both hands. “I really, really tried. It’s why I didn’t say anything right away. I was hoping time apart would sober my heart, that it would make me realize how unrealistic these dreams were, and how you and I could never be together. But it only made me want you more.”

I do like you. Four simple words uttered and yet it’s enough to shatter the last bit of remaining strength she clung to. She could no longer control the tears, each wave of grief signaling a new onslaught of tears. What had she done? Every time she found a person worth fighting for, she only seemed to push them away. The harder she tried to be a better person, the harder it became to be herself. Maybe she was just a terrible person and that was the whole of it. Maybe she deserved to be alone, her heart shattered into a million jagged pieces.

“I’m so sorry. For everything.” It’s the only thing she can manage to mutter through the tears. There’s so much more she wants to say, but her heart had reached its limit and was wringing itself dry of the pent up emotions.

“I never wanted to hurt you. I know I broke your trust. Something that I don’t expect to earn back, but…” Pen shakes her head, trying to find her resolve amidst the silt of her damaged heart. When she finally drags her gaze away from the ground, Pen realizes that his eyes were glossy, too. She’d made him cry, this beautiful, wonderful gentleman, crying because of her.

Before she could think better of it, she muttered a low: “I love you, Ben. More than I have ever dared to love anyone.”

Scared... Yes. She did look frightened, and the wide, pleading look in her eyes speared directly into his heart, mangling it to shreds and scattering the broken remnants between his ribs. What had he done, Benjamin wondered, to make Penelope so afraid to tell him the truth?

Running a hand over his mouth, Benjamin listened in mounting disbelief as she spoke of his inevitable feelings on the matter -- all that were very much untrue -- and with a shuddering breath, he surged forward and drew a hand over his heart. "I am not disappointed it's you!" he exclaimed. "How could I be? I'm...I-I am disappointed you felt you couldn't trust me...that what we shared could never be enough. And by God, if you managed to keep all of this from me, how can I know that there isn't an entire parade of secrets waiting to be unearthed?"

Penelope's heartbreak was palpable. She spoke of feeling invisible -- an emotion he, himself often experienced amidst boyhood -- and with unshed tears burning at the back of his throat, Benjamin exhaled through his nose and curled his hands. "You are not stupid," he gritted. "I really wish you wouldn't keep speaking like that... If you believe me so intelligent, do you truly think I would endear myself to someone unworthy of my affections?" He shook his head. "Am I not the one to decide who I deserve?"

Tears sparkled in Penelope's eyes, each crystalline sparkle cutting akin to glass.

Her words ignited a new passion, and exasperated, Benjamin exclaimed, "I do like you, Pen! Very much! Was that never plain? Did I ever seem unhappy to be in your presence?" Dragging a hand through his hair, he shook his head. "When I said you were the only one in Mayfair I felt comfortable with, I meant that. When I said I enjoyed your company, I meant that. Hell..." He laughed then, the sound sharp and filled with grief. "When I thought I was in love, I came to you first. No one else. No one else knows about my feelings but you. So do you honestly think that if I felt nothing for you at all, that I would've gone straight to you and you alone? That I would've placed my foolish, tender heart into your hands?"

The tears finally fell. They spilled down Penelope's cheeks, each rivulet chipping away at Benjamin's fierce resolve. But before he could think to apologize, she whispered, “Whatever you think you felt, I felt as well.”

Benjamin's breath hitched. "Don't," he pleaded. "Pen..." He couldn't handle this. Not now. Not when he could barely discern the way his heart simultaneously leapt and plummeted from such a declaration.

Tears of his own threatened to spill over, and though he yearned to reach for her, he remained planted firmly in place. "I did mean those things," he whispered, his voice a touch hoarse. "I do mean them. But Pen... I am no longer sure that that's enough. Because truly, what is love without trust?"

[puff-mmd]

Remember when I said Ciro made out with some guy at a party that Yoai inivited him to?

Yeah um.

Uh.

Turns out that guy was Yakumo.

LEMME EXPLAIN--

Yakumo is a photographer - probably works for a bigger name company, but thats his thing. After him and Kaisei graduated high school, he might have even helped Kaisei out when he was first scouted by his manager and needed some portfolio shots.

Anyways, the party Yoai invited him to was a get together of some people who had been working a recent project, and while it was people from work, it was stressed to be a let-loose, chill kind of get together. At this point as well, Kaisei hasn't met Ciro yet, but he knows of Ciro (by existence of designing some of his favorite clothes. Since Ciro doesn't post selfies on his social media, he doesn't know what he looks like).

But the company Yakumo works for had been contracted to do the photography for the project, and that's how he ended up at this casual PR party. Unfortunately, he is hot (white shaggy hair, dark gray eyes, lip and nose piercings, baggy but cool dark clothes) and has a flippant, kinda horny and gay nature. So he sees Ciro, probably drinking and watching some other person playing guitar or whatever, theres always something like that going on at a party, and Yakumo decides he's real cute looking and makes his move.

They introduce themselves, Yakumo probably gets them some more drinks, and they end up talking a bit. At one point after telling Ciro he's a photographer, he offers to take a "professional" photo of him (which its not that professional, its at a party on his phone and he's tipsy, but it does still come out pretty nice). Ciro also picks up on the fact that Yakumo is interested in him, and he's, y'know, he's feeling it a little and is thinking well, "I want to know what it's like to kiss a guy myself..."

So when Yakumo is pretty close to him, one arm around his shoulders and the other creeping up his leg, he thinks fuck it, why not.

Things get a little heated (at some point Yakumo's got him on the couch under him) and Ciro is insisting like hey, I wanted to make out, but I'm not ready to do more than that.

Yakumo makes an attempt to convince him, but not even drunk is Ciro willing to give up.

He reluctantly backs off, because while he can be pushy he isn't going to force someone to fuck him.

After leaving Ciro alone, and not finding someone else at the party he thinks is hot enough to lay, he ends up leaving. He sees it's not super late at night (probably like 12:30 at this point), and he decides to call up someone who he knows is willing to come over and play with him - even if said guy might groan about it.

...Yeah, that guy is Kaisei.

Who was already having a hard time sleeping, just general insomnia at first turned to negative thoughts because we all know how those find the wee hours to be the best time to haunt us, so he is awake when his phone vibrates on the nightstand next to his bed.

--

Once Kaisei shows up, he does prod Yakumo about why he called him over so late - it's unusual for him to be so sudden. Yakumo explains that he was a party, ended up making out with "this cute blondie with big green eyes", but he rejected sleeping with him.

"Some stupid thing about saving it for someone "special"."

"There's nothing wrong with that, you know."

"Yeah, whatever. Least I know I can count on you to be looser."

Kaisei groaning in response.

--

After they're done, Yakumo is on his phone and he's looking at the picture he took of Ciro. He's debating showing it to Kaisei, who's already out of bed and getting himself dressed again. He looks over his shoulder at Yakumo and asks what he's looking at.

Yakumo decides the pictures not worth it, deletes it, and tells Kaisei it was nothing.

Kind of weird how he was so close to seeing who Ciro was for the first time because of Yakumo - because he likely remembered Ciro's name too, and Kaisei would have asked who that was ("I know you said it's the guy who blueballed you, but who is he?")

And Kaisei's not dumb, he would have connected that name to the face, and actually, it would have changed his perception of Ciro when they first meet - instead of being that of no personal knowledge whatsoever, he would not only know that Ciro had messed around with Yakumo at least once, he also would have realized sooner that Ciro was in fact gay.

Hmmm.

That would have been different for sure.

[heyjustalittleguy]

CommonGround Ch.7

Okay! Here’s the next chapter, back to Seth and Spike, although its going to go back and forth a lot more from now on. I hope that’s cool!

Seth still winced thinking about it, how much fucking money he spent the first time on that counter set up. The techs that came over to fix it looked delighted to be taking his money again. 

It was about twelve tinies the first time, now it was fifteen as the first time they didn’t need to clear glass the size of cars. Spike was almost insistent that he remove them but Seth didn’t want him to hurt himself, better to have a bunch of contracted workers who sign waivers. 

“How did this happen anyway?” the contractor asked when they showed up the first day. They all seemed a little spooked that it looked so broken. “Did some giant-” 

“It was an accident.” he assured them. “One of the arcade cabinets broke so I was getting it wheeled out, it fell over on its way and smashed into the counter.” 

It took a second to sink in but it seemed they all believed it. Seth didn’t know these people, but the last thing he wanted to do was spread stories about a hostile giant. That’s how stereotypes and violent attacks start. 

It took them a few days to fix it, Seth kept the shop closed but paid Spike for any time lost. Spike didn’t want to take the money at first, stating that it was his fault that it happened in the first place. That pretty much guaranteed he was getting paid, you can’t control family. They do whatever they want. 

After it was all done he thanked the crew and handed over the check, painfully. Most of them left right away but a few stuck around to look at his games. Sure, most of them were for giants but he had plenty of co-op ones as well. One of the heftier guys rode the lift up to the counter and inspected it. 

“I think we did pretty good.” he said from across the counter. He looked down at the now empty cabinet space where Seth would have to restock some things. 

“It’d better be for what you people got out of me.” 

The guy laughed and made his way over. “You know, I’ve never heard of a tiny that runs a giant store.” 

“There’s plenty.” 

“Right, you know another?” 

Seth blanked. He knew there were others but couldn’t think of them now, of course…

“Sure I do.” 

“Good to hear, it takes a lot of guts to stand in front of those things.” 

Seth stopped what he was doing and looked up at the guy. He wasn’t familiar, that’s good. Seth memorized a lot of their faces before leaving, just in case one had the nerve to follow him. “Things?” 

“Sorry, that came out wrong.” he chuckled again and this time Seth took in the man that had gotten awfully close. He was bigger than Seth, which was barely saying anything, but he was much taller than the average tiny. Brawny too. He was wearing the contractor's uniform, ID said Edward. 

“What I mean to say is, if another ‘accident’ happens, let me know.” 

He took out what looked like a business card, something Seth was very familiar with. Seth let him extend it before saying, “If there is one I’ll just call the contractor, thank you for all your help.” 

“Oh, call him too but first, you should call me.” 

He set the business card on the ground and started walking to the lift. Seth watched him until he was back on the ground, then he leaned down for the card. 

Pinkertons

555-0389

Seth blanched and tore up the card, he didn’t want that kind of shit in here. He practically ran to the edge of the counter but the remaining workers were gone. Not a trace. Maybe he should put a bell on the tiny door. 

About an hour later Spike walked in, knowing the renovations would be done he wanted to come see it. After the trouble Ryker caused he really wanted to make it up to him but Seth had refused to even let him work. He told him it was just because the renovators needed space but he had a feeling Seth wanted a break from him, or all of them. Giants. Usually whenever you messed up back home you make it up by proving you aren’t a screwup, he needed to do something to atone for this.  

When he opened the door Seth’s head whipped to him and he shouted, “Did you see any tines?!” 

Spike stared at him for a moment not sure how to answer a question like that when he was staring one in the face. “Uh…yes?”

“Where!? How close to the store? Were they looking this way?” With every question Seth got a little closer to the edge of the counter, at least Spike knew the renovations were complete. 

“Uh- everywhere, kind of and no?” Spike had never seen Seth worked up before, it was actually unsettling. 

Seth clocked this finally and backed off as if he’d just been in Spike’s face. “Sorry! I didn’t mean to freak you out, um….” Seth seemed to debate something in his head for a moment before cursing. “Okay I’m going to show you something and you’re not going to take it the wrong way. This is for emergencies.” 

Spike just stared, concerned at this point as Seth was unflappable to a fault. “What is it?” he said without even thinking. 

Seth walked to the back of the counter and gestured for Spike to come around it. Spike was again surprised at this, Seth kept stuff behind the counter that he hadn’t even mentioned before and now he was inviting him back. He carefully rounded the counter and watched Seth climb to a stool closer to the floor than the countertop. There were several tiny cabinets and giant sized documents as well as a small chair and table that Seth would sit at to eat, though Spike had only seen him do it once.

“This, pull this out.” Seth pointed to a black plastic sleeve in the giant files. Spike started to reach for it when he noticed Seth wasn’t moving. Usually Seth would take a step back when a giant moved close to him, especially Spike. But he seemed more focused on the file than him. Carefully, Spike took ahold of the file and pulled it out, trying to ignore how close he had gotten to Seth in that moment, and from the wrong angle it could’ve looked like he was reaching for-

“It’s a trackpad. Do you know what a tracking device is?” 

Spike snapped out of his thoughts, “No.” 

“Okay, press that button at the bottom.” 

Spike noticed there was a button and that this looked like a large phone. He pressed it and a map appeared, he quickly recognized the street that the shop was on. 

“It’s not exact but it's a close proximity to where I am at all times.” 

Spike looked up from the screen, “Wait this shows where you are?” 

Seth paused, “Well wherever my cell is, which is usually on me. Now, this is for emergencies only, like if you come into work and I’m not there for some reason.” 

“What?”

“I’m not saying that’ll happen, but I- sigh. I started thinking that I might-” 

“Ryker would never do that.” Spike felt himself stand up a little straighter, frowning. He didn’t really know where it came from, but he needed to defend his brother.

To his surprise Seth rolled his eyes very clearly, “I know that, he didn’t even try to hurt me, and I’d bet he’s not coming back soon, trust me I’m not worried about him. Didn’t mean to offend.” 

Spike regretted everything, “Oh, no, no offense taken.” 

“The neighborhoods been active lately, so I just wanted to take precautions.” Seth explained and Spike immediately saw through. As far as he knew Seth hadn’t ever lied to him, if he didn’t want to tell him something he simply wouldn’t. But Seth didn’t even didn’t look at him when he spoke. Besides, he’d never been freaked out before. 

“Okay.”  Spike complied. If Seth didn’t want to tell him there was a reason. 

“Okay, you can put it back for now, we have some stuff to do before we try and reopen. 

Seth started climbing up what looked like a hand made ladder and Spike couldn’t help but think about how much easier it would be if he helped him up. The thought embarrassed him. Physical touch was an absolute no go between giants and tinies and even if he proposed the idea Seth would probably be offended at it. He could climb himself, if he said that after Seth just claimed that he trusted him with a tracking device then he’d be fired on the spot. 

Spike put the device back and stood, now seeing that Seth seemed much more calm than before. “Alright can you get the cards from the back?” 

“Yeah.” 

Ben stared at the street below and watched what seemed like a rush hour of people and giants roaming around. The sidewalks are apparently where humans walk and giants were stuck in the street. He had to admit this made him happy, until he saw…

“I knew it!” he practically screamed, pointing down out the window. Barry grimaced at the noise and stood up from the couch to see what he was looking at. Below Ben was pointing at a dark haired giant clearly holding a human in his hand. 

“Knew what?”  

“What do you mean? That giant clearly OWNS her.” 

Barry, king of unpredictable expressions rolled his eyes and squinted in disgust, “No he doesn’t.” 

“Then why isn’t he letting her walk like everyone else down there, she’s perfectly capable of moving herself.”

“Because they're together and want to hear each other. It’s not that uncommon…well about twenty percent.” 

Ben scoffed and looked back towards the pair as they continued down the street, they did seem to be having an animated conversation, he focused in on the woman and noticed her laughing, stockholm, for certain. 

“He’s probably walking her home, or maybe they live together, who knows.” 

“More ‘roommates’?” Ben asked sarcastically. 

“No they're a couple.” 

Ben felt like the ground beneath him had disappeared, everything got blanked out except for this couple. “That’s-that’s not- no absolutely not.” 

“You’ll catch on that you’re being a child at some point.” 

Before Ben could say anything to that Barry continued, “Move so I can open the window, it’s getting warm in here.” 

Ben didn’t at first, a ridiculous lie had just been thrown at him and he didn’t want to listen to anything else the giant had to say, until he realized what he had said. 

He lept into the air and attached to the ceiling. Barry unlocked and opened the window in one fell swoop. Ben tried not to think about how many humans it would have taken to do the same. 

It was happening, it was actually happening. 

Barry looked over at him, and Ben could’ve sworn it was a sad expression before turning around and going back to the couch. “Don’t be a creep if you’re going to follow them.” 

Ben looked between him and the window before ducking out without so much as a shuffle of curtains. In his hurry he didn’t hear Barry say distinctly, “See you later.” 

Seth opened later that day and the night was not as slow as he’d hoped. He was actually the busiest he’s been in a while. 

At least fifty people showed up at once when he opened and the night didn’t quiet until closing. Spike actually had to go ask some people to leave. It was a great night for business but exhausting otherwise. Seth knew he needed it though, and instead of still worried about the pinkertons he ended the night almost forgetting about them. 

Spike sighed in relief as he shut the door on the last of them. “All clear.” 

“Good, holy shit that was a good night.” 

“Well of course after what happened.”  Spike said without hesitation. 

Seth paused, had the stories spread so quickly? Or did all the regulars just come at once? He did see a lot of new faces mixed in. “Was it really that big of a deal?” Seth tried to play it off. 

Spike’s expression hardened, “Do you even know what you did?” 

He blinked at the question, what was he even supposed to say? 

“I just did what most tinies here would do, you’re told pretty clearly when you immigrate that if you want giants to respect you, don’t take any shit from them.” Seth said simply. 

“Sure but, more than that.” 

Seth was now blanking, “What do you mean? All I did was talk back and make him mad.” 

“No no, you made him mad by telling him that he wasn’t a threat and that he didn’t matter.” 

Spike was calm but serious in tone, like he was trying to explain a custom of an ancient world. 

“I remember the second part but I don’t remember saying he couldn’t hurt me.” 

“You let your guard down in front of him.” Spike explained. “You took off your glasses and looked away from him completely, if that doesn’t say you aren’t a threat I don’t know what does.” 

Judging by his next expression Seth knew that Spike knew that that wasn’t on purpose, “You did that without even thinking?” There was a slight panic forming in his voice. 

“Well it all worked out,” Seth attempted to be dismissive but Spike wasn’t letting it go. 

“Hold on! You- were you even concerned?” 

“I trust that someone you knew wasn’t going to do anything stupid, well too stupid.” 

“How are you alive?!”

It came out suddenly and they both stood there in the silence afterwards. Spike looked terrified that he’d said that but Seth scanned the floor for an answer. 

“Sorry. I know you’re capable and stuff but-” 

“Not everything here is out to get us Spike.” 

Spike flinched and Seth felt a little bad, but it still needed to be said. “I know that Vallia is a survival of the fittest kinda deal, but I promise people that live here don’t usually have that mentality. I haven’t ‘survived’ by blindly trusting giants or tinies but actually talking to people, something your brother didn’t seem all that interested in.” 

Spike stared at the ground but Seth could clearly see the frown still plastered across his face. “You’ve lived here longer I know that but…giants don’t just forget about how they grew up, culture and society and stuff. I know there's some giants that grew up here but most of them know when an opportunity arises to hurt others, and how to take it.” 

Seth watched him as he spoke, the most sure of himself he’s been since they’d first met. Seth actually felt like he was being lectured…but he knew it was for a reason. 

“Please just, consider a little self-preservation?” 

Seth couldn’t help but redden at this familiar statement. He huffed and started to hastily pack up. “Why do you think I let you in on the tracking device?” 

They parted that night with barely another word spoken. Spike tried to say goodbye but Seth was already walking down the sidewalk towards his apartment and away from any more giants for tonight. He was a little over it. 

As he walked he found, like most nights, the streets were pretty empty. Dennis was right about the crime rate and kidnappings going up in the area but usually a tiny could feel a giant coming from a mile away, at least when on the ground. Other tinies, not so much. He yawned into his sleeve and peered around him every few seconds, pretending to check his phone. 

Eventually he made it across the city to his street, it looked more lit up than normal. 

Once he turned the corner he found out why. His apartment complex, and those adjacent, were engulfed in flames. 

Several tinies were standing across the street on the sidewalk with various possessions and tired looks. A couple of giants were putting the fire out and whispering about the cause. Of course everyone could hear. 

“Do you think it was that gang?” 

“No no, they wouldn't do this, too flashy. Probably a private radical group.” 

This was common as well. Two other apartment buildings Seth had lived in had been burned to the ground by mysterious people. No one knew the reason, and it was only tiny apartments, perhaps because they go up so quickly. Whatever the case may be it hadn’t happened to Seth in over a year, and he had just started to decorate that place. He was more irritated than anything. 

The giants soon put out the fire and started looking for causes. Seth knew the routine that came next all too well, and he wasn’t about to deal with the pitiful stares as he and the other tenants were marched into a homeless shelter for the night. He had another perfectly good building to stay in until tomorrow morning came. With that, he began walking off before anyone so much as looked his way. 

As he began walking he started thinking about all the nice conveniences that his apartment had that his store did not, such as a bed, a shower, and food that he could eat. The night might be miserable but it's only one night…

Seth quickly made an executive decision before he could stop himself and called Spike. To his lack of surprise he picked up on the second ring. “Hey! I’m sorry about how tonight went I just-” 

“It’s fine, I need to ask a favor.” 

“Um, sure. Whatever you need.” 

“Are you allowed…guests in your dorm?” 

[aces-basement]

Hey there dear

Sorry about yesterday

Btw can you do Ace x reader where the reader is going on a holiday with Ace on new York because the reader needs a break for a while from their work

Thats all i wanted idk why the hell i want to go on a holiday to new york

ok sure thing

Chaotic Ace (Gorillaz) x Reader

Summary: go to New York with Ace. He gets overstimulated. Then you get in trouble with the mafia

Rated G

Ace took your hand and jumped off the back of the truck with you. The two of you went rolling onto the pavement

"Man I can't believe we hitchhiked all the way to New York" Ace said, brushing himself off and adjusting his sunglasses "They always told me I had a green thumb. But maybe I got a hitchhikers one, too"

"I can't believe we didn't get murdered by Mr 'Your hair smells nice can I have some'" You groaned. Ace helped you up

Ace was comparing his thumbs, trying to see which was the green and which was the hitchhikers thumb "Well to his credit, it does" He smooched you on the cheek

You mumbled "You just think that because you're used to smelling garbage"

Ace didn't seem to hear you. He was looking up at the buildings. It didn't seem... real. You know? The buildings were much too big and there were so many of them and it was so loud and so many people were walking around and it smelled so bad, worse than the dump and-

You noticed the panic starting to set in for him. You put a hand on him. "Why don't we go somewhere quieter."

Ace nodded with a little smile, his lil fang just barely sticking out.

So you put your arm around this 6 foot tall man and ushered him through the people. Usually you were way more anxious about this but when Ace got nervous like this, it always gave you courage for some reason.

--

Eventually you found a corner of the subway for him to calm down in. He's definitely used to the quiet of the dump. Even when he was in Townsville, it was always at night, and it wasn't ever busy.

You sat him down against the wall and sat next to him, leaning your head on his shoulder.

"I'm sorry y/n. I know we came here because you needed a break, but..." He curled in on himself

"Sh. You can't help it, dummy."

You fell asleep there somehow, both of you, until night fell once again

--

You woke up to the dark. It wasn't as busy, but it certainly was still bustling. Quiet enough that Ace could tolerate it, though

So you guys went on a little stroll out on the town, Ace keeping a pocket knife at the ready on instinct. But he was so in awe by how large everything seemed. Way bigger than Townsville.

"Would you like to do something, Ace?"

"Not much to do at this hour, I don't think. Only things that are ever open are uhh.. Gas stations, casinos, and bars, and I'm not allowed to go to two of those places." He you guys passed a wanted poster. For a shoplifter. "Actually, make that three."

You hummed "Strip club?"

"Aw jeez I wish." He sighed, then chuckled.

"Damn that contract."

OH NO UH OH speakin of contract

A guy jumped out of the alley "You owe us money! We had a deal!"

"I CAN EXPLAIN!" Ace hid behind you

"Gee thanks for the protection, Ace"

"Ohhh no you're done explaining bitchboy, its die time" So he shot you both to death the end

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But see here's the fun part. You just pointed out one of the things that infuriates me the most. When dealing with a conflict you're aggression should always be pointed at the top not the bottom. And while it wasn't worded in the best way, my tangent pretty much says that.

I've seen story after story after story of specifically leftists harassing and actually harming or threatening death upon Western Jews who've never been to and lay no claim to Israel. If people want to take issue with how the Israeli government is handling things that's fine. The bigger issue is there's a lot of stuff we don't know in regards to what's going on over there.

Who fired missiles at who and other things is hard to dictate generally speaking because almost all of the news coming out of Gaza is going to be propaganda. That's not to say Israel does not have propaganda on its side either, but the issue is most of the people watching the news who are moderate, try to wait a few days to see if alternative information comes up. Like the example I gave of the supposed bomb that hit the hospital. Turns out it was a misfire to missile from Hamas that they fired from said hospital and it blew up the parking lot instead.

Also the Oklahoma thing I'm actually not in favor of. And the reason is because there were people living on that land before a choice was unilaterally made it to just give the land back. And the reason that the land was actually given back was because a criminal who had broken the law and was about to go to prison for a lengthy period of time, or had gone to prison and was trying to get out I don't remember which (I might be misremembering but if member serves he was a child predator); actually started doing research into the state and pushed an argument that the land that he committed the crime on was actually native land and therefore he couldn't be charged. I'm not against upholding contracts. The issue however is the fact that there should have been an actual proceeding discussion or vote from the people of Oklahoma before that whole ordinance passed.

Because the people who were directly affected by that were people who were not native american. Although admittedly a lot of Americans have native American blood how much is kind of a moot point but. I think if you're like 5th or 6th the generation native American you're still recognized as part of a native tribe to some relative degree. Regardless, I think that it's a proposition that should have been voted on and the amount of land should have also been voted on as well.

Don't get me wrong it sucks that the US government has done all of the things the US government has done in a lot of instances. But the expanded area had a lot of different like houses and businesses and whatnot and those things are now on native land if I remember correctly because it just kind of encompassed a s*** ton of the state. Unfortunately native American tribes are slowly but surely dying out and they're not reproducing it rates that will keep them at or above replacement levels. Which means that the land that was given back will kind of be a moot point in the next 30 to 50 years. But may cause legal issues down the line for anybody who was living in that area who wasn't part of the native tribe. However, I'm not against having given back that land. I'm against how it happened. And I'm also against the fact that criminal and a dangerous one at that managed to manipulate the law so as to get out of prison time. mind you I didn't necessarily follow up with what happened all I know was that the initial reports was that not only would it affect him specifically but it could also affect dozens if not hundreds of other cases of many many different people who committed crimes on the area that was then just kicked back over to Oklahoma's native tribe. If he still got arrested and stayed arrested awesome but also if any other criminals were to make that argument it would become a large legal issue since the argument respond originally as far as I'm aware from a criminal who was trying to avoid prison time which is how it got rebrought back up in modern times.

Also @beardedmrbean thanks for your input as well

So this should have been an ask rather than a message. But I'll hide your name so there's no claims of doxxing.

Ok so first I'll address the last claim.

Gaza is extremely anti LGBT. Most of the Muslim world actually is. Because in miss countries that practice Islam have a few practices to deal with gay people. Castration, jail, or death. It's extremely common to find in most nations. Gaza isn't an exception. The region has it's own laws, specifically that of jailing people whom are gay. For 10 years.

The second claim revolves around the fact that scholars have made pretty definite claims that most all the Philistines are fundamentally gone. Sure it's likely you'll find traces in your blood line somewhere but no that land area has not been occupied by "Palestinians" for a long time. It's actually rather recent.

Also I can separate the people who support Gazan people from people who suppose Hamas, except you all give me on reason to. You lie about hostages, beheadings, and rapes. Most all of you call the Jewish people colonizers when historically almost ALL of that land is their land. What's more while there isn't a voting system in Gaza, Hamas was supported into a position of power through bribery etc by the current people of Gaza.

Believe whatever you want. But don't pretend that one of the most traditional conservative (to an extreme) religions on earth is actually pro LGBT. They aren't. You are all a disposable pawn in their quest to purge the world of every faith not their own. What's more, I'd treat most of you in better faith if most of you were not liars who believed in propaganda. News comes out of a bomb or rocket blowing up a hospital by hamas. Then mainstream leftists do nothing but cover that Non-Stop. Then come to find out it was actually a rocket fired by Hamas that misfired fell back down and blew up a parking lot.

I would treat you all in better Faith generally if y'all didn't believe the mindless propaganda of people who want to see the Jewish people wipe from the face of the Earth. Because it's been pro hamas people and pro Palestinian people who have torn down missing persons signs from the October 7th attack. It's been pro Hamas and pro Palestinian people who have said that Hamas did nothing wrong. It is pro Hamas and pro Palestinian people who have shouted a genocidal term which is from the river to the Sea. Except again historically that land never belonged to them.

I hate taking sides on these wars and other things across the world because it always gets polluted by bleeding heart leftist who think brown people good white people bad and y'all consider Jews white which is the only reason most of you are even upset. I would honestly treat most of you and better faith, if I did not see leftists and progressives harass Target and threaten none Israeli Jews around the world because of a fight going on in a different country that these people have nothing to do with.

If you have zero sympathy for the people who got raped beheaded murdered or kidnapped on October 7th you are pro Hamas. And people who say that their pro Palestinian will never ever get an ounce of Mercy from me. And if you want to know why it's because those same people absolutely never care about the victims on the Israeli side. They either say that they deserve it they call them colonizers or they excuse it because they are "not human".

Having said that, if you are one of the people who cares about both sides in this fight especially all of the innocent people. I will treat you with some level of good faith. But if you have no care for the Israelis that were hurt killed or brutalized. Then I absolutely believe 100% you are pro Hamas. Because as far as I'm concerned you all take pro Hamas propaganda at face value which is a group of people who want Jews wiped off the Earth and everything that comes out of Palestine news wise is almost completely Hamas propaganda in their quest to destroy Israel. That land in mass does not belong to the current residence of Gaza. Almost unilaterally that land belongs to people of Jewish descent. And the fact that they gave that land to the current people referred to as Palestinians should show that they actually care at least a bit. Because honestly if they wanted genocide like everyone claims they could glass Gaza and every other place with Palestinian residents overnight. And I mean glass in the literal sense.

Because the fake before and after photos we keep seeing of Gaza show that it was extremely high-end. They were rich. We're all Palestinians rich? Probably not but a lot of the before and after photos showed a lot of really really high-end housing hotels and businesses. And yet the people who are pro Palestine insist that it was an open-air prison and that they were just treated to the worst atrocities. Sure.