#i dont really like how I did the vest but oh well

[appleblocks]

for the palette thing ,Jimmy in cowboy or angelic messenger

Thank you

Our favorite canary man <3

(I can't draw cowboy hats too well,,,)

He's so cute!!!! <3 <3 <3

[mybiasisexo]

chanyeol + 15 and 32 pleaseee

Battles 🩸

Genre: angst | supernatural!au | vampire!pcy Pairing: Chanyeol x f.Reader Length: 3.2k (so ridiculous lol) Warnings: Mentions of death and blood | Implied sex

a/n: shouldve posted this on halloween but oh well. And this is all my pea brain can come up with so pls dont ask for more lol. yall know i wont do it anyways lmao

DRABBLE GAME | MASTERLIST

You were nearly free when Chanyeol found you.

Knowing what his presence meant for you, you made a desperate attempt to take your life. Death was better than the future he wished you to live.

But, of course, he wouldn’t allow you that luxury.

When that option failed, you begrudgingly relented and had him drag you back to your prison. The place that you had escaped for six months.

The mansion was quiet when you returned. The lighting in the familiar halls were so dim you could barely see the wide back of the soldier you followed.

Chanyeol led you to the bedroom that had been your ‘home’ for a year, holding open the door for you to enter. You hesitated. The thought of being trapped within those walls again made bile rise in your throat. You were so close…. So close to freedom.

Chanyeol said your name sternly. A warning.

Swallowing down your nausea, you begrudgingly crossed the threshold.

Everything was how you had left it. It was as if you’d walked back in time.

The door closed behind you and the breakdown you’d been keeping at bay threatened to explode. But, your intuition held it back, instead urging you to check behind you. Trusting that instinct, you turned and was stunned to see Chanyeol had closed himself inside with you. 

You’d forgotten how massive the man was. Even with his legs spread shoulder’s length apart, he was still taller than the door behind him. He wore a black leather vest that exposed his bulging biceps. The visible skin was riddled with scars. Some blended against his pale skin, while others were a stark contrast. His wounds were a grim reminder of the life he’d lived–of the warrior he was.

He took you in with those large eyes of his. They were somewhat frightening. His irises were so dark, you couldn’t distinguish them from his pupils, and you swore they were wider than a normal human’s. 

Those lifeless eyes of his scanned your figure, checking for injury, for changes, for familiarities.

Once he was content with what he saw, he visibly relaxed. It was barely noticeable, but you knew him enough to catch his relief.

“What are you doing?” You asked.

“It’s been awhile,” he replied, as if that answered your question. In a way, it did. He couldn’t say what he really wanted to. That he missed you. No. That would be wrong for multiple reasons.

“It has,” you relented with a thick swallow.

He took a sudden interest in his shoes. “I thought you were dead.”

“I wish I was.”

His face pinched at your confession. “He’s changed.”

You shook your head. “We both know that isn’t true, Chanyeol.”

His head snapped up at the sound of his name, and he stared at you like it finally hit him that you were in front of him, that you were real. The attention made you want to run–towards him. It made you want to feel those battle scar-riddled arms wrapped around you, holding you close, holding you together. The only place you felt safe in this personal hell of yours was in his arms.

“I should let him know that you’ve returned,” he said stoically, stare zeroed in on your lips.

He’s gone before you could reply.

Now truly alone, you gave into your sorrow and allowed yourself to grief.

~*~

Three days passed undisturbed.

It was as it always had been. You were resigned to your chambers, with the only contact from the outside world being the servants that came and brought you food. Until then, you were left alone with your books and thoughts.

It had been nearly two years since you were kidnapped.

Your city was overrun by vampires.

The Vampire King himself, Sehun, took base in your city. Before the invasion, your family owned a successful restaurant. When Sehun and his undead army first took over, he promised to leave your family alone if your father willingly handed you over to him. You weren’t sure why you were so unlucky to catch the eye of the vicious king, but it was said that Sehun had a taste for beautiful women, as you had been told.

Your father declined his offer.

You were hiding behind him when he did. You’d never forget the way Sehun’s eyes hardened from the rejection, but the smile never left his face. He exited the store without complaint and you were naive enough to believe that was the end of it.

Days later, you were awoken from slumber by screams. Your living room had been turned into a massacre. At the center stood death himself, Sehun, with your father in his clutches. Helplessly, you watched as your father begged you to run. Those would be his last words, as Sehun sank his unnaturally sharp canines into his throat, tearing it out like a wild feline. He turned to you, his dark eyes eerily reflecting the light of the moon, as your father’s warm blood poured down his pale chin and neck. You shivered at the sight.

“You’re mine,” he snarled. A large smile stretched his red stained lips, exposing those monstrous teeth, and all you could think was how wrong it was. He looked absolutely deranged. And you quickly found out just how much he was.

To him you were nothing more than a trophy. He never touched you, but paraded you around and forced you to watch him do heinous acts that haunted your dreams. He got off on terrifying you and breaking your spirit. Sehun was a cruel and evil man. His soul had left him upon his death, leaving him a sinister corpse.

The general of his dead armed forces, and the closest thing he had to a friend, was Chanyeol. He had fought alongside Sehun for centuries. It was a debt he felt needed to be paid, since Sehun was the one who saved him all those years ago. When you were first brought to the mansion, Sehun forced you to eat alongside his guests. That’s how Chanyeol noticed you. He saw the fear you attempted to hide and the sadness you cradled and took pity on you. So much so that he’d occasionally come to your defense whenever Sehun took things too far. You had gained someone in your corner and had no idea the extent of Chanyeol’s protection.

The initial feeling of pity warped into something else. Chanyeol began visiting you late at night–or early morning for you–to check on you and help you adjust to your new life. You resisted in the beginning. Chanyeol was just as much a vampire as Sehun, and you hadn’t gotten over your fear and distrust of their kind. But, he showed you that vampires could still cling to bits of their humanity. His vulnerability towards you lowered your guard, and he became your source of safety and comfort. The more time you spent together, the closer you became until you were falling into his arms, and he caught you with ease. 

But the longer your affair continued, the more obvious it became. After a close call where Sehun made a rare appearance in your room while Chanyeol was in it, you both decided it would be safer to end it.

Everything changed when Sehun decided he was going to make you his vampire queen. You had no idea why he was so obsessed with you. Anyone else, he would’ve grown bored and disposed of already. Sehun only viewed humans as food, so what made you so special?

Whatever his reasons, he informed Chanyeol of his plans, and he felt compelled to tell you. That news was your last straw, and you knew it was time to escape.

Chanyeol was never privy to your plans, and you were only slightly guilty about taking advantage of his trust to gain vital information to help with your escape. One day, when the sun was at its highest, you fled and never looked back.

Sadly, vampires were fast creatures with supernatural senses, and Chanyeol was the best of his kind. It only took him six months to find and bring you back.

You spent the past few days plotting. Obviously, running didn’t work. You needed a new plan.

The one forming was terrifying, but it was time to be brave. You had to face your demons head on, and had to meet them where they stood.

That night, you requested to have dinner with the king. The servant you brought it up to was as human as you. But, unlike you, her body was covered in gnarly wounds you refused to look too closely at. She never spoke, but you saw the concern and question in her expression. You gave her a reassuring nod and she left to relay your message.

Your request was accepted and the next thing you knew, you were entering the bustling dining room the size of a small home. You wore an expensive scarlet dress with a low neckline that showed off your bite-free neck. A snack in a room full of blood thirsty vampires.

The first person who caught your attention was Chanyeol. He was visibly horrified to see you there. You only held your chin higher before shifting your gaze to his left, where Sehun sat at the head of the long table.

Sehun was a magnificent sight. If it weren’t for the fact he was the embodiment of evil, you would probably mistake him for a god. Actually, he was a god–the God of Death. He wore a black tailored suit, and diamonds shimmered chaotically around his neck, wrists, and fingers despite his stillness. A simple silver crown sat crookedly atop the pile of his black locks. He radiated power.

He drank you in as hungrily as he always had, although you thought you sensed an urgency behind the movement. You attested it to being the first time you’ve graced him with your presence since your return.

“Welcome back, my queen,” he spoke after a long moment of you both staring at each other. He grinned, and it came off playful, startling you.

You caught yourself and curtsied, bowing your head in respect. “My King.”

He tilted his head, pleased with the change in your demeanor.

~*~

Chanyeol barged into your room later that night.

“Have you lost your mind?!” He asked.

“Perhaps,” you answered calmly. You were in the middle of getting ready for bed, dressed in your nightgown, brushing your hair as you sat on the edge of your mattress. 

“He still intends to turn you,” he said urgently.

“I know.”

“Then why interact with him?”

“Because I want him to.”

He took a step back, not expecting your response.

“Is that not your reason for leaving?” he asked, puzzled.

You sighed and put down the brush. Turning your head, you peered out the one window in your room, out into a world you yearned to live in. Everything you’d ever known was out there, but everything you’d ever known was dead. Yourself included.

“I’m back now,” you said, keeping your tears at bay. You were so tired of crying. “This is my fate.”

“He’ll kill you,” he confessed in a broken whisper. That drew your attention back at him. He was giving you a pleading look, imploring you to understand the severity of Sehun’s intentions.

“I don’t think he will.”

“That’s how it works!” He wailed. “If he doesn’t lose control, which Sehun has very little of, he’ll turn you into a vampire. You’ll lose your humanity.”

“You seem to not want that to happen.”

“I’m quite fond of the woman you currently are.”

That brought out bittersweet smiles from you both. You stood up and approached him. When you were close enough, you cupped one of his frozen cheeks. He leaned into your touch, holding your wrist to keep from losing your warmth.

“I’ll be fine,” you assured.

His expression grew mournful. “I’ve already lost you once.”

You caressed the skin under his eye with your thumb, as if that would wipe away his worry. “I’ll still be here, Yeol.”

“But you’ll be different.” He drew away, causing your arm to fall limply at your side. “Being a vampire changes you from a molecular level. You will be different.”

“Will it change the way I feel about you?” You dared to ask.

Your name left his lips. Again, it’s said as a warning. But, there was no strength behind it. Only a yearning so deep it pulled you towards him like the moon to the earth.

“I wouldn’t be here alive if not for you,” you said. “You’ve kept me sane, kept me human. You’re proof that being a vampire doesn’t make you inherently a monster. Will you not do the same once I’m at your level?”

Something clicked for him and he nodded with understanding. “I will try my best.”

The air charged around you, causing your body to buzz. The urge to touch him was strong. You hated to admit it, but when you left, leaving him behind was the hardest part. When he captured you, you were afraid of returning, but you couldn’t deny the relief of being back in his company. He had grown a place within your heart too large to ignore, much like him as a person. You had missed him greatly. 

Chanyeol’s jaw worked and his nostrils flared as he inhaled your want for him. His hands clenched at his sides, fighting the urge to answer your body’s call.

You didn’t want to fight it. Not when your human days were now numbered. If Chanyeol was right, and you were going to lose yourself once turned, you wanted to experience being with him while you still felt this way.

You moved close, testing his control. He remained unwavering, but you felt his approval.

“Touch me again,” he ordered.

Unable to resist such a request, you ran your hands up his tense arms, tracing the many scars embedded into them, acknowledging all the battles he’s fought. He closed his eyes and sighed in content. “You’re warm.”

You smiled sadly, but didn't verbally reply as your hands continued their journey up to his shoulders, his neck, his jaw.

You stopped there, conflicted. Boundaries were set between you both, and the last thing you wanted was to get Chanyeol in trouble. Yet, if you stayed within these walls, you would inevitably bring it to him one way or another. Especially after what you must ask of him.

“Chanyeol,” you whispered. His eyes fluttered open at the sound of your distress. Worry and desire swirled within the dark depths of his gaze.

“What is it?” He asked gruffly. 

“I….” You struggled to decide which road to take, but ultimately chose your heart’s truth. “We promised each other not to be like this, but… I can’t stop it.”

He nodded and reached for you, holding your face in his powerful hands. “It’s selfish, but I don’t want you to stop. Damn Sehun and his plans. I want you to be mine.”

He pressed his forehead to yours.

“Do you really mean that?” You asked.

“Of course,” he said fiercely. “Have I not shown you what you mean to me?”

“You have, you have.” You relented. “But…there’s another way.”

“Whatever you want. Just tell me.”

As if in answer, you lurched forward, capturing his lips with your own. He groaned and returned the kiss without hesitation, showing you his loyalty to you.

“Bite me,” you whispered into his mouth. “I want you to taste me.”

“What?” He pulled back, staring at you in disbelief.

“Please,” you begged breathlessly. “Chanyeol, please. I want you to be the one to change me.”

“Ch–Change you?” He repeated, stumbling a few steps from you.

“You said it yourself,” you reminded him. “Sehun will kill me if he does. There’s nobody else I trust to do this, nobody else I want to taste my blood. Just you. Only you, Chanyeol.”

You meant that. The thought of turning into a vampire felt less daunting if it were at the hands of your lover. You’d have this small victory over Sehun.

“He’ll kill us both,” he whispered.

“Will he?” You asked, knowing his words to be true. You knew just how territorial Sehun could be. “You do all the fighting for him. Plus, I believe you’re the only thing in this world Sehun loves.”

Chanyeol swallowed thickly. “Except you.”

“He doesn’t love me,” you corrected. “He covets me. It’s different.”

You watched as he nibbled on his bottom lip. His canines had grown long at the temptation of biting you, and you knew he was seriously contemplating your offer.

He just needed a little nudge.

“You’ve never defied him before. He’ll forgive you. I’ll make sure he will. I promise.”

“You promise?” he laughed skeptically, but you saw the panic leave his body.

“I do. I’ll protect you the same way you’ve protected me.”

He sighed and advanced towards you. His hand went to your chest, right under your neck, and he used it to shove you backwards until you pressed against a wall. A predatory look sharpened his features, reminding you of his true nature. He was a vampire, a monster, and there was no denying it with the way he focused on the vein pulsating on the side of your neck. Your heart started thumping erratically as fear consumed you.

He leaned down, sharp teeth scratched against your neck and you closed your eyes and held your breath in preparation for the pain.

Instead of the sharp ache of his teeth, you felt his tongue glide against your salty flesh before he pressed a gentle kiss to your racing pulse.

“Not tonight,” he said into your neck.

“Wha–why?” You asked in a shaky voice.

He only shook his head before nestling it against your shoulder. 

“Let me have one more night like this,” he requested. “Let me feel your warmth, and tomorrow…. Tomorrow I’ll do it.”

You lifted his head so that you could look at him. His fangs were still elongated and sharp, but they didn’t frighten you as much as they had a moment ago. 

“And then I’ll be yours forever?” You asked.

Chanyeol smiled beautifully. “For as long as I breathe.”

You matched his smile with one of your own. “Then make love to me now, Chanyeol.”

That was all the consent he needed. He kissed you urgently, wanting you so badly he didn’t even bother carrying you back to the bed. Instead, he took you roughly against the wall.

And all that mattered to you then was him. His love for you, his trust in you. His impending betrayal…all in the name of you. Tomorrow all hell would break loose and you might very well lose your life, but that didn’t matter.

Only Chanyeol.

But….

You did have a plan. And as much as you loved Chanyeol, and you really did love him, he was a pawn in your game. 

Sehun’s throne was the ultimate goal, and you had no intention of dying tomorrow or anytime soon.

You were going to be the next ruler of the vampires, and you were going to rip this coven apart from the inside out.

Starting with Chanyeol.

[graciereyy]

The Siren And The Samurai Chapter: 1

Happens after events of last episode! POSSIBLE SPOILERS.

*warning! This will have alot of possibly triggering stuff just like the actual show so be advised.*

Mizu awoke from the yell of the boaters.

“WE’RE CLOSE! GO GET THEM!”

She moaned in complaint from the loss of comfort in her sleep. “Sir, we are close to London and getting closer by the second. Im sorry to wake you, but you need to be up here.”She deeply exhaled.

“Oh alright.” She gathered her things and went outside, the cool breeze made her calm. They were right, London was close-by. A rush of excitement filled her, she could just imagine killing those men already . “are you guys going to stay here? Because i need that irish fuck here, so i can go to him when i need him.” One of the boaters grinned.

“Yeah, we’re going to stay a while. We have quite some business to do here, you dont need to worry about a thing.” She hummed in confirmation then fixed her bangs. “What are you doing here anyway?”

“Business.” She looked behind her and sighed in relief. “Oh look we’re here.” She was happy to get off this damn boat after so long, it felt like she was stuck in a hole forever, but not anymore, more subtle excitement rushed into her body, She was so ready to leave and get off the water and go back on her way. “Hm, its still dark out..” she mumbled to herself. She turned back to the men “so can i just explore? I need some direction.”

“Hell yeah, have at it boy.” One of them said as the other ran to tie the boat to the port. “Just make sure your able to get back.”

“I will.” She mumbled. She took a deep breath then turned around to leave the boat for a while. When her foot touched the port she felt a release in herself. She slowly made her way into the smaller downtown part of the city, it wasn’t like japan at all and she wasn’t used everything being so different, especially when it came to clothes. The women wore these restrictive looking things on their torsos, elegant looking but also looked kind of uncomfortable; With long layered skirts.

While the men wore vests and ugly looking pants. She felt kind of judged just wearing her kimono, the townspeople probably never seen clothes like hers just like she hasn’t seen clothes like theirs but she didn’t really care about that, as long as she wasn’t being looked to as inferior unlike a certain almost bald samurai she was fine.

While she did think about him she didn’t really know how to feel about him. She doesn’t have the time to find out right now, not like he ever actually liked her anyway. She sighed as she made her way to what the townspeople call “The Plaza” its a circular part of town with a stage in the middle, the golden lanterns lit it up beautifully. it looked like the main place a festival would be, which piqued her interest only by a little. Well not until the guy on stage announced one of the singers.

“ Unfortunately theres someone going to be performing in the morning that isn’t very expected or wanted, tomorrow morning THE SIREN is going to perform..” most of the crowd booed while some didn’t even know how to react themselves. Mizu was one of them, she was so confused by it. Why were they called the siren and why weren’t they liked? She just decided to go back to the port.

When she was pretty close to port she saw a strange looking girl with long brown hair, even longer than her own with it getting lighter at the very ends, but also short; reminding her of a tiny mouse. But something else caught her eye about the girl, her clothes looked promiscuous compared to both hers and the the townspeople, her skirt was layered but shorter, a few inches above her knees. her corset had a floral pattern with transparent puffy sleeves. She noticed her staring and their eyes locked, her brown eyes just engraved into Mizus head.

She just ran away and back into the boat. She cleared her throat and deepened her voice “im going to check on, Abijah.” One of the boaters nodded in response. She made her way to the cell while tapping on the wood of the boat, trying to annoy him. Out came a sinister chuckle as she was noticed.

“Ah, little miss Mizu. Ive been waiting for you…” he cooed.

“Ah huh. Okay.”

He grabbed the metal of the cell and twirled his hair sarcastically, as he said “ I’ve been so very lonely down here by myself Mizu.. cant you let me out now?.” He cooed in the tone of an innocent girl.

“Yeah no, you can stay down here for now. You’re going to be here as long as i need you then im going to kill you.”

he growled quietly. “Just gonna use me like im a common whore? Okay fine have your own way then.”

[spacedlexi]

sorry for randomly dumping my headcanon here but I feel like I’m going insane and need at least one other person to hear this opinion without getting jumped (transphobia sucks) and this is related to the trans headcanon post so anon ask it is

like a week ago when I was really tired I thought about how there isn’t a lot of representation for queer POC, especially when it comes to trans people. so being Black and transmasc myself a lightbulb practically lit over my head at the chance to headcanon a well-loved Black character (Louis) as trans (and transmasc at that! always felt somewhat excluded due to most people subconsciously only viewing young, white, and/or skinny characters as transmasc) and I wrote down:

“Trans Louis… his deadname was Louise and his parents were rich enough for him to buy testosterone without anyone noticing and they chalked the changes up to puberty. Either he gradually brought more and more masculine clothes and his parents didn’t care or again he brought them without anyone noticing and brought them to Ericson’s/wore them when his parents wouldn’t notice”.

that was written somewhat un-seriously because I was tired but now my brain has latched onto transmasc Kouis and I feel like I need at least one other person to see my vision or I’ll go insane.

ALSO YOU’RE SO RIGHT ABOUT VI’S WEAPON BEING A BUTCHER’S KNIFE. didn’t get it at first but when it clicked I stared at the corner of the room like a sitcom character staring at the camera when a laugh track plays after they deliver a classic zinger.

awe 🥺 come into my open arms you are safe here. i did really like way back when the transmasc louis transfem vi headcanons were a little popular. even if i didnt necessarily share them myself (but thats mostly just bc i dont headcanon a lot. i did draw them with the trans flag tho). it was cute :') and im glad it makes you so happy!! i see your Vision anon i Get It. if he could do what he did to his parents i think he could secretly buy a whole new wardrobe if he wanted dfgsdfg

and yeah butchers knife violet just reinforcing her masc lesbian vibes for me when i Realized. like oh its intentional isnt it. theres no way that girl is fem shes just a secret softie. how am i Not supposed to think shes got some gender thing going on with those layered baggy shirts and vest that hide her frame 🤨 ??

[fluffypandabun]

Tickly Body positivity

AN: This wasnt a request persay! This was just an idea I had randomly and I just had to write! I hope u enjoy! (Please dont tag as ship!)

Summary: During a sleepover with two of his pals, Barnaby gets a bit self conscious of his looks. Leave it too his two pals to cheer him up!

Barnaby stared at his own reflection in the mirror, his normal happy smile morphed into a grimace as he took in his own apprence. Has he always been this....plump?

He gave a poke to his plush tummy, frown deepening at the way it squished gently at the touch. His tail tucked between his legs and he tugged down at his vest, now suddenly self consious on how it did little to cover his round tum.

Voices outside the door startled him out of his spiraling self consious thoughts, which got more audible the closer to the door they got. "Barnieee~!" Came Julies bubbly voice, the monster puppet gave a quirkly little five tapped knock, "Are you almost ready for our sleepover?"

Ah right the sleepover, in his spiral Barnaby had almost forgotten Wally and Julie was over at his home for a planned annuel sleepover, which he was supposed to be getting ready for before he had caught himself in his mirror.

He cleared his throat, "Nearly! Give me just another moment!"

There was silience at the door for a few moments and Barnaby thought the two other puppets had left, when suddenly.

"Barnie? Are you okay? You sound upset."

'Ah drats' he thought at the concern sounding tone of his little monster puppets friends voice through the door, clearly he hadnt done a good enough job at masking his unhappiness. Now he was out here worrying his friends over nothing, classic Barnaby B. Beagle.

"Barnaby?" There was Wallys cool even tone, afflicted with the same tint of concern that Julies had been. "Is something wrong?

"Nope!" Barnaby chirped, though it sounded forced even to him "Everythings A-Okay!"

Silience and then;

"Barnie...? Can we come in..?"

Oh of course Julie had to bring out her sad voice, the blue beagle could already imagine the sad big eyes she would be given him if he could see her. The neighborhoods greatest collective weakness.

"Aw, alright." he sighed. "You can come in."

There were a few whispers outside the door for a brief second before the door opened, the two smaller puppets stepping inside.

Wally wore his signature blue robe, while Julie wore a soft looking pink nightgown with a pair of butterfly socks that she most likely had "Borrowed" from Frank. Both of them wore matching looks of concern, thought Wallys was more well hiddened behind his calm half lidded eyes.

Julie didnt waste a second, hurrying over to wrap her arms around the much bigger puppets middle to the best of her abilites, tiliting her head up to rest her chin on his stomach so she could peer up at him.

"Awww Barnie! You look so dad? Whats wrong?

Barnaby couldnt tell if he really was just bad at hidding his emotions or if his friends simply knew him well enough by now to be able to read him like an open book. He assumed the latter.

He chuckled softly, reaching up a hand to gently pat the monster puppet a top her head, being mindful of her horns.

"Aww Jules, dont worry bout lil ole me, I'll be alright."

Jules gave him a pout while Wally hummed thoughtfully.

"What made you sad in the first place? Did something happen?"

There was a hint of...something...to the painters tone, something that threatned very un-nice words being spoken to whoever might have made the beagle upset.

Barnaby felt one of his fluffy ears twitch abit nervously. "Aw it was nuthin! I just caught a look in the mirror and realized that I probably needed to cut back on the hotdogs!"

He chuckled the same way he usually did when telling on of his jokes, now usually self depraicating jokes werent his style, and in fact were something he would call his friends out on, but when in doubt of what to do, tell a joke about it!

Instead of laughing like Barnaby had hoped his friends would do, they simply gave him confused looks.

"Why?" Julie asked, cocked her head to the side. "Dont you love hotdogs?"

Barnaby akwardly cleared his throat. "Well of course I do! Its just dont you think ive been looking a bit 'Overstuffed' lately?"

Apparently that was the wrong thing to say, as he only seem to dig his grave further based on the looks his two friends gave him.

"Whats wrong with that?" Julie asked, voice taking on a more thoughtful tone as she looks up at him in concern.

Barnaby quickly held up his paws, shaking his head. "Oh nothin at all of course! Its just," He sighed, "Well kid you know how it can be gettin stuck inside your own head is all."

"Aw well I dont think theres anything wrong with being plump!" Julie declared firmly, she gave Barnaby a squeeze and nuzzled her face in his fur.

"Sides!" She giggled, "It just means theres more to hug!"

"Plus" Wally hummed, appearing suddenly on Barnabys other side, the beagle had no idea how he even got there so quietly.

The yellow puppet wrapped his own arms around the blue dog puppets other side, nuzziling his cheek against his fur in the same way.

"I think it makes you very comfortable to snuggle."

Julie giggled, "Yeah! Youre friend shaped!"

"Like a teddy bear." Wally hummed thoughtfully, Julie grinned.

"A teddy beagle!"

Barnaby let out a huff of amusement, he could feel his face getting warmer and his tail begining to wag a mile a mintuie behind him at all of the genuine compliments he was recciving from his friends.

"Yeah Yeah alright you two I get it, now stop with the mushy stuff before I turn into a puddle."

Julie, however, shook her head. "Nuh uh mister! We'll stop once you admit just how adorable you are!"

Barnaby felt his face go even wamer at the thought of activly calling himself adorable out loud, he may be in the middle of getting cuddled by his two clingy friends, but he still had a reputaion to uphold people!

"N-Now I dont know about that-"

"Hey Julie." Wally suddenly spoke up nonchantly from Barnabys other side.

"Hm?"

"You know another good thing about Barnaby being plump?" He purred, voice suddenly taking on a mischvious lift that made Barnaby suddenly very suspicuous.

"Oh? And whats that?" The monster puppet asked with a smile, picking up on Wallys tone. The puppet lifted up his hands and wiggled his fingers.

"Why it means theres more to tickle of course!"

In an instant the wiggling fingers decended down upon the poor unexpecting beagle, skittering and pinching at his belly.

The comedian let out a very uncharartistic squeal at the sudden sparking ticklish sensations, flapping his hands and he tried to twist his way away from Wallys ticklish grasp"

Meanwhile Julies eyes lit up with a happy squeak. "Of course how could I forget!" She giggled, her own hands beginign to tweak gently at Barnabys belly. Causing him to snort loudly.

"HehehehEHEHy!" Y-You twohohoho cut it ouhohohoht!"

The Beagle squrimed twisting frantcially between the two mischvious puppets, stumbling backwards his legs suddenly hit the foot of his bed, sending him tumbling backwards onto it. His two little attackers quickly followed, climbing up onto the bed to sit on either side of him they began to poke, prod, and wiggle their fingers across his belly at every opening they could find.

Barnaby cackled like a madman, or well, maddog. Twisting partways onto his side in hopes of escaping the tickling fingers but it was to no avail. Those hands seemed to follow him no matter where he twisted or squirmed.

Julie giggled, "Aww, look at this belly~!" she cooed, skittering her fingers across it, giggiling harder at the silly sounds it produced from the beagle puppet.

"So full of love!"

"And giggles" Wally added in with a mischevious grin, gently kneading into the blue beagles plush tummy. Julie grinned right back at him.

"Oh of course! Lots of giggles!"

"Think we can tickle them all out?"

Julie giggled. "Oooo great idea! Lets find out!"

Barnaby was in stiches, howling with snort filled laughter. His leg kicked out like a puppies, and his tail was wagging so fast it thumped the bed loudly in a steady rythme. Not wanting to hurt his little friends he tried to keep his squirming to a minimum, his hands coming up to cover his warm beet red face.

"Guhuhuhuhys pleahehehehse! I-Im begin' yahahahahaha!"

"All you have to do is admit how adorable you are~" Julie sing songed, poking his belly with each word, causing him to squeak eachtime.

"Come on Barnie, its not that hard!" Wally chirped, "All you gotta do is say; 'I, Barnaby B. Beagle, am very adorable and sweet no matter how plump I may get!', See? Easy!"

If the beagles face could somehow get any warmer it did right then in there, he curled up further into a little ball, hiccuping now in between his silly cackles. Not one to be defeated by two puppets half his size he managed to squeak out in between hiccups.

"N-Nehehehehver!"

"Never?" Julie gasped, "Did you hear that Walls? He said never!"

"Oh I heard him alright!"

"Do you know what this means?" She giggled. "I think it means he doesnt want us to ever stop! I think he's just having too much fun!"

Wallys eyes lit up happily. "Oh! But of course! I mean just look at how much his tail is wagging!"

Julie giggled, looking down at the beagle. "Aww do you like the tickles Barnie? Do you just love em soooo much?"

Barnabys tail felt like it was gonna wag off from how fast it was going, which really didnt help prove his point as he squealed out protests in reponse, hiding his face in his hands.

Suddenly, after a few moments, the tickling stopped completly, leaving Barnaby confused and out of breath, shaking with left over giggles. Cautiously he began to remove his arm from his face when suddenly-

"Ready Walls? 1....2....3-!"

There were two twin intakes of air followed by the worrst ticklish sensations the poor beagle had ever felt spreading acorss his entire belly, he quite literally, let out a howl followed by peals of full blown belly laughter. Desperatly he banged his fist on the bed.

"OKAHAHAY! OKAHAHY! I GIHIHIHIVE! I GIHIHIHVE! UNCLE!"

Instantly the sensations came to a stop, and this time nothing else followed. Barnaby was left a giggly pile of goo, gasping for breath he struggled to control his left over titters. After a moment of composing himself he finally moved his arm from his face, he was met by two fond pairs of smiles looking down at him.

"Well~?" Wally hummed, Julie crossed her arms as if waiting expectantly. Barnaby let out a long drawn out groan, giving the two lighthearted glares. "Fiihihihne, Fine! Im...." He muttered the last part far too quiet for the two of them too hear, Jullie raised a brow, lifting up her hands to wiggle her fingers threateningly.

"What was that Barnie?"

Barnaby squeaked, holding up his paws.

"Okay okay! Take it easy! I....I said that I am....adorable.."

"And sweet?"

".....And sweet..."

"Annnnd the most ticklish puppet in the neighborhood?"

"Wha-Hey!" Barnaby spluttered, fully sitting up on the bed.

"Im not saying that! Its not even true and you know that!" He gave Julie a playful poke in her side, causing her to jump and squeak out a giggle.

Wally snorted softly at that, until Barnaby also gave him a poke to the ribs, or where ribs would be, causing him to yelp and nearly tumble off the bed.

"Wha- Hey!"

Barnaby chuckled, wrapping an arm around each of the smaller puppets and tugging them down to lay beside him, earing him twin yelps of suprise. The two puppets squirmed a bit, but after realizing that the beagle wasnt going to do anything they quickly relaxed and snuggled against his side. Barnaby opened and eye to peer at them and chuckled.

"Dont think you two are off the hook, I'm too tired to get you back now but there will be no mercy come morning."

Wallys face went red while Julie giggled excitedly, she rested her head on the beagles chest.

"Did you really mean it when you said you were adorable?"

Barnaby gave her a fond smile, "Yeah yeah I meant it."

The beagle found himself suprised that what came out of his mouth was actually true, he did belive he was adorable. So what if he was plump in the tum? It just made him more comfortable to hug!

Julie positivly beamed at him, nuzziling her face against his chest.

"Good! Now hush. im tired, its sleepy time."

Barnaby rose a brow. "Oh youre tired?"

"Hush!"

The beagle chuckled softly, closing his eyes and letting out a content sigh as he friends snuggled closer to him.

"....Wait guys i never did actually get to change into my pjs...guys?....Guys?....Nevermind..."

[43sol]

Sis wrote the most crack, most spelling-error, most uninformed oneshot of T&B that is somehow in-character and awful and I cried real tears of horror and joy. My heart is full right now. imma draw a Most Serious comic of this.

~~~~

Baranby opens his texting app fully expecting that the old  man was having another crisis only to be pleasantly surprised at the content of the messages. 

---

The rapid fire rate of incoming  texts could only mean one person was the sender. 

Hey Bunny-chan!!!~  (^_-)-☆

Crazy week right??! ( ༎ຶ ۝ ༎ຶ ) 

Well i dont know bout you but i want to kick back and have soem FUn 

And guess what?

And he supposes at this point Kotestu had wanted him to guess but he didn’t answer in the appropriate time alloted and grew impatient. 

Director got me some coupons to a fancy restaurant

And since we still havnet gotten our drinks yet 

Meet me friday at this location!! ∩(·ω·)∩

An address pops into his maps. 

Dont forget to dress up! (≧∇≦)/

—-

Barnaby should have known that something was up when the old man told him to dress up but he was too distracted by the butterflies in his stomach and the heat in his cheeks to think clearly. And by the time Friday rolled around, he had already arrived 20 minutes early dressed in his nines when reality finally began to sober him up. 

He can’t believe he wasted the suit that (as Fire Embelm put it) “made his ass extra phat” on this place. 

He stands there a little too long slack-jawed that Kotetsu actually finds him outside the restaurant. 

“Hey Bunny-chan!” he says in a way that makes Baranby’s heart flutter but also gives him the urge to wrap his hands around that thick sturdy neck, “glad you could make it!”

And there he is. Dressed in his normal clothes.

“I thought you said to dress fancy?” 

“Uh yeah, see?” He does a little twirl and tips his cap forward. “I got my shirt ironed.”

“Old man-” but before he could finish he is ushered inside and they are seated in ‘the best seat in the house’ because oh god Kotestsu actually made a reservation. 

This establishment  is a place Baranby never thought he would in a million years find himself in. But since meeting Wild Tiger, these event have been happening more and more often. 

Looking around the Texas-style decor, the waiters in cowboy outfits and just so much bovine memorabilia…

“This is Tyson Bison Steakhouse and Winery.”

“Yeah super fancy right?!” 

“It’s a franchise.”

“A fancy franchise!”

“There is a cardboard cut out of Tyson Bison behind you.”

“ It’s like having our friends here but not!”

Obviously nothing could ruin the good mood for Kotetsu T Karuragi. Who has seduced not one, but two people in his life with his buffoonary. 

“Whatever.” 

“That’s the spirit! And don’t worry,” he takes the coupons out of his vest and fans himself with them like a rich old lady, “Dinner’s on me!”

—-

Ok. The food wasn’t horrible. 

And the company wasn’t either. 

Maybe he was even enjoying himself? Maybe Kotetsu-san really did have good ideas sometimes. They needed some time to let loose. What was a better place no one would bother them than the franchise chain one of their friends/coworkers sponsors?

And then the check came. 

Kotetsu, in total confidence, hands the cowboy-waiter his coupons with a smile and a wink. The cowboy-waiter is not impressed. 

“Sir, these coupons are good for a free appetizer. I still need your payment information.” 

Wild Tiger laughs nervously. 

Barnaby starts to feel his blood pressure rise. 

“But you see my buddy, the DIRECTOR OF JUSTICE, gave these to me. For a meal here!”

“Yes and the coupons are good for an appetizer.” 

“I don’t see that written here.”

“Please look at the fine print sir.” 

Oh course the old man’s downfall was him being …well old. 

Barnaby decides to throw him a bone especially since the dinner wasn’t that bad. He pulls out his credit card only to be stopped by Tiger grabbing his wrist. 

“I can’t let you do that Bunny. I’m treatin’ ya today.” 

He scoffs. “You didn’t bring enough money old man, I’ll pay.” 

“No I am.” 

“an d how are you going to do that?” 

Kotetsu points to the cardboard cut out behind him. “That’s how.”

“You can’t be serious” 

“You can’t be serious sir”

“I’m very serious Bunny. The sign says if I can finish a 35 ib steak in 20 mins the meal is free.” Kotetsu turns to the waiter, “So bring me my steak!”

“Sir please.”

“Kotetsu san please, this is ridiculous.”

But Kotetsu already is re seated, tying a bib around his neck, fork and knife ready. 

“Bring me my steak!” 

With much horror, Sternbuild’s number one hero watches as the wait staff bring out a massive steak to his waiting partner and a large comically hourglass. 

The original cowboy-waiter looks like he wants to be anywhere but here. But regardless he does his job, “Begin!” 

And Kotetsu shoves the steak into his mouth.

Which lasts about 20 seconds.

Barnaby watches in horror as his work partner and life buddy makes the universal sign for choking and falls to the restaurant floor. 

Diners begin screaming and the wait staff begin scrambling to call the ambulance. 

Barnaby himself falls to the floor next to Tiger’s side as the love of his life gasps and spits out steak chunks. 

Once the coughing subsides, Barnaby can make out a raspy (but sexy) words, “I’m sorry Bunny-chan… I just wanted… to show you a good time…”

“Old man, you’re so stupid…” He would of had fun regardless of where they were. 

Still coughing but able to sit up, “Next time… you choose the place!” 

Barnaby couldn’t help but chuckle. 

“We will waive your bill if you leave now.” Both of the heroes turn to see the original cowboy-waiter behind them, “and if you two never come back we won’t press charges.”  

[feralshadowdemon]

HELLO

ivan, chuuya, fukuchi, tetchou, AAAAND

yosano

HELLO!!!!!!!!! THIS IS GOING TO BE LONG ivan goncharov first impression: oh how did fyodor fuck you up (did not know/realize he was lobotomized either) impression now: ohh he's my silly. his english dub voice gives me gender envy. i like his eyes. he is weirdly a well-written lobotomized guy. i looked into actual lobotomy for you favorite moment: his entire fight scene was good and more people should talk about it. signed yours truly me idea for a story: primarily? a general character study, however, - bubble bath. it is a character study with him and shibusawa. not set in canon - highschool au. he deserves to be a normal highschool student. he would swear a sweater vest. i will die on this hill unpopular opinion: his character is really fucking good and yes his ability's name is on the nose but i hope we see him again. i don't like shipping him in canon though bc he can't. Consent. Fyovan should not exist. also i think more people should be paying attention to the bsd side characters favorite relationship: shibuvan/shibusawa x ivan and you know it. my #1 comfort ship in my heart. they are so cute <3 favorite headcanon: he has tics and freckles. also sometimes i like making him trans the others are below v

chuuya nakahara first impression: oh he's cool impression now: I WANT TO BE YOU YOUR CHARACTER IS SO COOL GIVE ME YOUR GENDER YOUR CHARACTER SCRATCHES MY BRAIN YOUR ABILITY IS SO COOL. I AM NOT NORMAL. favorite moment: THE HELICOPTER SCENE OH MY GODD idea for a story: i have many! - hirotsu visits him during a stormy night and he's suffering w chronic pains but hirotsu gets him his meds. they get to talk a little. they are silly to me - summer camp au w dazai they are at war constantly - i have too many, but to briefly summarize the rest: fan dancer and kitsune au, meiji era/period au, chuuya and kouyou fic/character study, there will be more after i read stormbringer unpopular opinion: he probably doesn't have anger issues. might just be agitated easily or because of dazai. also people need to stop getting his character soo wrong because the amount of mischaracterization that surrounds that man is NOT funny favorite relationship: people sleep on his and hirotsu's possible dynamic. next one is well. okay. it's obvious, but soukoku, i just like their dynamic whether it's romantic or not. absolute menaces. shoutout to kunichuuzai also, but i honestly cannot ship that man all the time. bonus platonic relationships i really like is the idea of tetchou and chuuya becoming good fucking friends. let chuuya have so many friends to make up for the ones he's lost favorite headcanon(s): freckles chuuya, lightning scars chuuya, nonbinary chuuya (i dont use they/them for them all the time but i am a believer in it), chronic pains, autistic, metal/rock (the song genre) lover, sanrio and ocean life special interest, also demisexual/demiromantic !! sorry they have the most. favoritism is showing fukuchi ochi

first impression: oh doesn't he kill everybody's faves. meh impression now: YOUR CHARACTER AND WRITING IS SO OVERLOOKED. YOU ARE DAD MATERIAL AND THAT SCARES ME BUT IM ALSO :D ABOUT IT favorite moment: the entire fucking fight he has with atsushi and akutagawa. you don't understand he was both terrifying and also that gave me an actual adrenaline rush once i watched it in the anime. the music was so good. also the scene w aya !! idea for a story: the main one is a fukufuku fic where it goes through how overtime, fukuzawa in fukuchi's eyes is more like a wolf than a human being. it's his way of making it hurt less when he has to hurt him. i cant remember any others, but i hope there will be more unpopular opinion: can the fandom not hate on him so much lmao i dont mind seeing people dislike him that's valid but like. give him a chance i swear. he also can be trusted with children favorite relationship: him and fukuzawa's (romantically or platonically idrc). holy shit. holy shit. holy shi- also bonus shoutout to him and ranpo's!! it is not shown a lot but augh. of course i love his relationship with the hunting dogs too but fukufuku sits at the top favorite headcanon: hm. i can't think of any rn tetchou suehiro

first impression: AUTISTIC impression now: AUTISTIC favorite moment: them and kenji's fight >>>>> idea for a story: they are a samurai and they meet jouno along the way. they stay with fukuchi after having a rough run-in with an innkeeper and some people who are after them. they smell like blossoms unpopular opinion: i wish people wrote them beating up people more they're literally one of the strongest characters (physically specifically) of bsd favorite relationship: them and jouno's is peak favorite headcanon: asexual and nonbinary tetchou for the win. my most favorite one of all time though is them being half-taiwanese :] akiko yosano (surprise???)

first impression: please be well written. impression now: she is so cool!! i wish she had more screentime but oh my god she is so cool <33333 she is fun in the manga and i love her so much favorite moment: her backstory i wanna say. we don't get too much content of her but damn her backstory hits hard. it adds so much to her character and i love her a lot idea for a story: she and fukuzawa go shopping together. i think she also deserves some fics w fukuzawa. they have a fun time !! unpopular opinion: not a fan of kousano favorite relationship: her and ranpo's. siblings your honor, absolute siblings, ALSO THAT ONE SCENE IN HER BACKSTORY WHERE HE KNEELS DOWN TO HER AND SHES CRYING AND SJJSDHHFBBAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA favorite headcanon: aro/ace yosano is cool. very cool. aro/ace yosano.? holds her out to you. Consider

[xtrablak674]

[Originally posted on my Livejournal, Saturday July 22, 2000 at 1:53 pm, unedited]

chatting with bluest - part 01

Trevorbrownart: oops

Trevorbrownart: had this buddy list closed

Trevorbrownart: whats his face was on this list....

Bluest0: ok. you got it

Trevorbrownart: even thought I took him off i still had it collapsed

Bluest0: ohhh what's his face

Trevorbrownart: yes whats his face

Bluest0: at least you have a what's his face

Bluest0: i haven't even ben interested in getting one in over a year

Trevorbrownart: i dont have a whats his face anymore

Trevorbrownart: thats over

Bluest0: i know, other fish in the sea, sharks in the water, guppies in the bowl

Trevorbrownart: i have cats.

i think i will stick to pussy

Bluest0: oh god!

Bluest0: why didn't you write another issue of Fashion FAG

Bluest0: i may start doing that 2 by the way

Bluest0: tired of men

Trevorbrownart: well there was the unpublished issue which was the last issue

Trevorbrownart: FFM is supposed to be online now

Bluest0: as partners that is... they lie to much when motivated by sex

Bluest0: i checked it out

Bluest0: i saw the story about you getting fired... interesting

Trevorbrownart: there a few new pieces, but not a consolidated issue

Trevorbrownart: yes that was an interesting story

Trevorbrownart: i have a lot more content from the offline version that I have not put on line yet

Bluest0: oh ok, did you finish the escort story?

Trevorbrownart: nope :)

Trevorbrownart: alot of people are pissed about that

Bluest0: i'm just mad ...

Trevorbrownart: i have to put the old installations on the web

Trevorbrownart: i dragged that story out very deliberately

Bluest0: i know you did... it's a good read and really interesting... and you're originally from Peekskill? how long in brooklyn

Trevorbrownart: well there were many stops before brooklyn

Trevorbrownart: bronx for 6 to 7 years

ithaca for 2 years

then to brooklyn

Trevorbrownart: and europe for 4 months

Bluest0: you lived in ITHACA ... ok, i can see Europe, do you have relatives in Ithaca, how did that happen.. where in Europe, i lived in Germany 2 years

Trevorbrownart: went to college in ithaca

Bluest0: perfect sense made

Bluest0: how do you expose so much of yourself on the web, i do occasionally, but then i take it back by deleting it.

Bluest0: or hiding it somewhere

Bluest0: don't know why i give a crap what people think, mostly i don't some i do

Trevorbrownart: no one knows its there unless they are lookig

Bluest0: and this is all under a false name, Bluest is from Toni Morrison's The Bluest Eyes

Bluest0: true

Trevorbrownart: but fashion fag magazine the offline version was just like that

Trevorbrownart: i called it a public diary

Trevorbrownart: unedited raw emotions

Trevorbrownart: for the public

Trevorbrownart: everyone knows who i am. i dont try to hide it

Trevorbrownart: trevorbrown online.com :)

Trevorbrownart: name is right there

Trevorbrownart: who would i be hiding from?

Trevorbrownart: myself?

Bluest0: that is a very good and free policy... good question

[Afterword: This is just the first part of the discussion that Bluest and I had, I thought I would break it up into smaller parts so I could reply to what was written a bit more succinctly.

As I did my yoga I remembered a couple of things that I failed to mention in my first draft, both Bluest and I based our screen names off of literary masters, her's Toni Morrison mines James Earl Hardy. I think perfect choices, hers a Black woman, mines a gay Black man, authors who reflect us as much as humanly possible and talk about issues relevant to our own identities.

Secondly, I am not sure if I ever went to visits Bluest's blog, I may have briefly back in the day, but I don't recall taking a vested interest in her writings as she was in mines. Now just because someone has an interest in your work doesn't mean you have to have a mutual attraction. Generally speaking I am usually interacting more with men than women on the internets and that has to do with my attraction to men, not a dislike of women. But true to her world Bluest has deleted her blog, so I can't even see what I was missing.

The thing that is first very amusing to me is I say "whats his face" and Bluest knows exactly who I am talking about, it was Tony who before we became friends I dated, yes spoilers.

I am looking back twenty-four years, but I think its important to stay cognitive of what happened later. All this turmoil between Tony and me lead to a friendship that lasted over a decade. It was surprising actually reviewing these old journal entries because that relationship seems so far away.

The question about Fashion Fag is a very relevant one, it speaks to a general trend with me and writing. I go through phases where I am hard core about it, then I go through cooling-off periods where I don't write a word. FFM was covering a lot of emotional material which as Bluest later says I was sharing very intimate items about myself in a very public forum, something that even to this day I don't really have much of an issue with.

Stories like Boys of Summer started more as click-bait, before that was a thing, I knew folks were very fascinated about my brief time as a sex-worker and I knew it would be interesting to recount those adventures while they were fresh in my head. But I only had two clients, one I didn't even perform with, it would have been a very anti-climatic end because there wasn't really more story other than the initial thrill.

There was also a surprise for me, I didn't realize I had written about the events around my short-lived dotcom job, so I would be interested in digging that up and taking a peek. This may mean pulling the files of the actual site to review the text.

My goddess this is so clearly before internet scamming was a big thing, we're talking about where I lived all my previous addresses, things that the identity thieves would love to know about. But to be clear this is Internet 1.0, before we began paving the way to H - E - Double Hockey Sticks.

I love how aware Bluest was of what she was doing at the time and how potentially exposing it could be, I had no such reservations at the time, and still now generally don't, albeit I attempt to be more discreet about personal details for all the aforementioned reasons.

My last question is a good one, who would I be hiding from? I have repeatedly called myself a truth-teller, this has been a theme throughout my life. I didn't just go around telling on other people, I started clearly with myself first. If you can't get to the root of who you are, and why you do the things that you do, how can you focus a lens on others?

My early writings and continued missives are always a journey of self-exploration and examination. I am a person who doesn't take themselves lightly, I have contemplated and considered most aspects of who I am, which is why I give heat to anyone who questions my agency. If I have explored the depths of my traumas and pains, who are you to come along and give me a five minute unsolicited analysis. I am open to those who come with genuine energy, but I will readily get someone all the way together if they are coming for me, especially if they haven't done an accounting of their own house.]

[Photo by Brown Estate]

[livinglifeonpause]

BP Misson 2

alright, starting with... .............................................................................................................................. LOVE KILLA SEOK MATTHEW (22 5'7")/P/P/P/P - i dont really like this performance for him [also, you dont get to pick to be the leader then bitch about it] [also, also! you dont get to complain ppl treat you like a baby, but then want someone to baby you and tell you it'll be alright!..... i wonder if thats why he and gunwookie get on so well.] Like he's still so sparkle bubble gum in this. KIM JI WOONG (25, 5'10)/P/P/P/P - have I mentioned that he's pretty yet? ... he does have good stage presence KIM GYU VIN (20, 6'0")/F/P/F/F SEO WON (23 5'7")/F/F/F/P - he has a cute smile tho. i dont enjoy his vocal color, but he was stable

EWWWWWWWWWWW, why did that kid win? Ppl think he's pretty must be. He's not. and he's not good either.

Lets be clear. KIM GYU VIN (20, 6'0") is not a good singer, not a good dancer, not a great visual, but he is FUNNY AF. He's a little weirdo in all ZB1 reality shows, and I've REALLY warmed up to him.

SEOK MATTHEW (22 5'7") this kids got alot of anxieties huh? .............................................................................................................................. FEEL SPECIAL CHA WOONG KI (22, 5'8")/F/F/F/F ZHANG SHUAI BO (22, 6'0")/P/F/F/F - he looks like a baby Hyukie from Vixx LEE DONG GUN (19, 5'10")/F/F/F/F CAI JIN XIN (20, 6'2")/F/F/F/F why can't they just bring the effing key down if none of them can hit it? liiiiiiike ?

They did Queen Jihyo dirty. .............................................................................................................................. HOME JAY CHANG (23, 5'9")/P/P/P/P - I'm just sayin, brown haired Jay >>> omfg, Jay's look straight to camera killed me. How does anyone possibly not love this kid. But why did he pick tHIS song tho? Like for realsies. (omfg, he is SO fucking cute comforting knock off hansol!!) YOO SEUNG EON (20, 5'10")/F/P/F/F Liiiike, he hit the note, but i dont loooove his voice DANG HONG HAI (20, 5'11")/F/F/F/F - knock off Hansol NEEDS to go bro. YOON JONG WOO (24, 5'9")/F/P/P/P JI YUN SEO (19, 6'0")/F/P/P/F of COURSE no one can replicate DK's falsetto. I've been raving about that shit for years.

YOO SEUNG EON (20, 5'10") I like this kid, man!

This was horrible. They left all the boring choreography and no one was even interesting. [but goddamn, Jay is fucking pretty] .............................................................................................................................. BUTTERFLY CHEN KUAN JUI (23, 5'9")/F/F/F/F LIM JUN SEO (19, 5'10")/F/F/F/F - what the fuck are you even talking about? you picked this song so you could improve??? NAUR. CONG (23, 5'8")/P/P/F/F BRIAN (22, 6'1")/F/F/F/F

.............................................................................................................................. GANG KUM JUN HYEON (22, 5'11")/F/P/P/F - this kid do too much LEE SEUNG HWAN (24, 5'10")/P/P/P/P - silver pants was fine MUN JUNG HYUN (19, 6'0")/F/P/F/P - silver jacket is a nice little dancer, but his vocal is meh. passable. [I lied, failing him] LEE JEONG HYEON (22, 6'1")/F/P/F/F - black puffy vest? NAUR. CHEN JIAN YU (26, 5'10")/P/?/F/F KUM JUN HYEON (22, 5'11") - he's a fucking moody ass kid huh?

know why I like KUM JUN HYEON (22, 5'11") this kid? Cause when he didn't win, his first emotion was disappointment. Not fake "so happy for the kid who won" bs that other losers do. .............................................................................................................................. ZOOM KEITA (23, 5'5")/F/F/P/P HARUTO (19, 5'7")/F/P/P/P OLLIE (18, 6'0")/F/F/F/F - yellow head band makes my face go ehhhheck. like honesty eeeeeechk. he's so off sync and sounds so out of place. like NONE of it is good. WUMUTI (25, 5'9")/P/F/F/F - oh i forgot this bitch was in this again! not gonna lie. Love his little Wumu-ti-ti-ti PARK HYUN BEEN (19, 5'10")/F/P/F/P - like, the red letter jacket was fine. not good. just fine.

PARK HYUN BEEN (19, 5'10") - this kid is so endearing!

KEITA (23, 5'5") - trainer bitch goes "I love Keitaaaaa" HAAAA! And trainer bitch boy goes "he's never been unstable" SO WHY DID HE NOT MAKE IT INTO THE FINALE MNET! judges musta been pissed.

awwww, PARK HYUN BEEN (19, 5'10") - baby forgot the lyrics during practice! I still love him though!! I really do want this kid on my team!! .............................................................................................................................. LAW HAN YU JIN (17, 5'10")/F/P/P/P PARK HAN BIN (22, 5'9")/F/P/P/P - nose scar might do too much, but im not really mad WANG ZI HAO (23, 5'10)/F/P/F/P ooooh, look how low that bitch got on the floor! NA KAMDEN (23, 6'0")/F/P/F/P LEE YE DAM (21, 5'5")/F/P/P/P - eye scar has stage presence man!

Love that it shows them all fucking sweaty with no context for why they're like that.

I mean, that wasn't anything I enjoyed. But they all did fine. whatever i guess.

NA KAMDEN (23, 6'0") always looks salty for no good reason

please stop focusing on HAN YU JIN (17, 5'10") so damn much. I just dont care about him.

.............................................................................................................................. RUSH HOUR RICKY (20, 6'0")/F/F/F/F TAKUTO (16, 5'5")/F/F/F/F - the squeaking sound effects got me. - facts though, this little glitter ass bitch cries way too fucking much. bitch, you are 16. not 8. grow tf up. HIROTO (22, 5'9")/F/F/F/F MA JING XIANG (20, 6'2")/F/F/F/F - MNet edit? Or asshole? ... Oh. He's bad. [I cant wait until the next leader guy puts this asshole in his place] OH SUNG MIN (23, 5'11")/P/F/P/F - awwwwwww, him comforting the baby

(omfgggggg, how many are there?)

Naurrrrrrrrrr. Naurrrrrrrr. All fail.

.............................................................................................................................. MAN IN LOVE KIM TAE RAE (22, 5'8")/F/P/P/F - not really a fan of his voice. like it's not 100% clear? but the gays (and Kim Chi) loooove him JUNG MIN GYU (24, 6'1")/F/F/F/F - he just LOOKS like he'd be a loud ass kid. ... oh honey. this path isn't for you. LEE DONG YEOL (25, 5'9")/F/F/F/P - he's the only one getting a P CHOI WOO JIN (19, 5'7")/P/P/F/F

.............................................................................................................................. LIMOUSINE ANTHONNY (20, 5'8")/F/P/F/F KRYSTIAN (24, 5'10")/P/?/F/F PARK JI HOO (18, 5'9")/F/F/F/F

i. am. bored. .............................................................................................................................. NOT SPRING LOVE LEE DA EUL (20 5'7")/F/F/F/F BAK DO HA (21, 5'11")/F/F/F/F JEONG I CHAN (23, 5'10")/P/F/F/F (please, no moreee.... I begg....)

I liked High4. Sunggu was a unique vocal. .............................................................................................................................. TOMBOY SUNG HAN BIN (23, 5'10")/P/P/F/P ZHANG HAO (24, 5'11")/F/P/P/P HUI (31, 5'7")/P/P/P/P - okay, now I dont know this song, but what high notes are there for Hui? He's gonna adlib and it's gonna sound gross. omfg, who dressed him for this? he looks like an idiot. PARK GUN WOOK (19, 6'0")/P/P/P/P --like. is he cute or not? I really can't tell. [omfg, YES! He's gorgeous!] yaaaaaaas Gunwookie vocals! and growly vocals! SUNG HAN BIN (23, 5'10") is a kniving little cunt. He didnt like Hui's version, he only voted for him so Hao wouldn't have 2. gross ass bitch.

WAIT, why's Bobby there? And why does he have a teddy bear on his arm? And where's his kid??

Fuck MNet for making them change the gender. In practice Hui said BOY but on stage he gotta sing GIRL. Fuck that, All Pass. Good job kids.

ZHANG HAO (24, 5'11") gets first place and first fucking thing bitch cunt SUNG HAN BIN (23, 5'10") says is "I'm so jealous." Stay the fuck away from him Zhang Hao. Bitch is evil.

.............................................................................................................................. Only 28 will survive! 23 get chopped.

[sugarfeemaster]

Ramona Flowers- Bruce Yamada

Scott Pilgrim- Vance Hopper

~~~~ Monday, October 16th

Its 6:40 in the morning.. school starts at 8 and the bus I take comes at 7:40 but here I am. Dressed, freshened up, and waiting. I mean what's the possibility he taking morning shift- I nodded a bit off to sleep but.. [there he was again. He zoomed pass me in the mall? Who cares about scenery. He boardslide down the escalator rail and rolled into a store. I darted down the escalator trying to keep up with him. When I did, he was standing infront of a door.. My front door??] *Ring* I sprung up from the kitchen table, wiping the sleep from my eyes and darted towards the door.

There he is.. in all of his glory. His hair was more proper and had on less formal clothing.. brown baggy pants, untucked button up, red sweater vest, dark brown bomber jacket, and a mail delivery satchel. "This is so surreal" I muttered. "Uh hey Lord of the rings guy. Are you.. Griffins Stagg?" Bruce read off the package. "No it's, uh, Vance Hopper. Griffin is my nerdy little brother" "Oh, well good running into you, enjoy your novel." He handed Vance the package and dropped his skateboard.

"W-Wait!" Bruce pause and look back at me. "Aren't you the dude in my dreams?" "Thought we went over this already?" Bruce replied. "So you know! Isn't that strange?" Bruce shook his head no. "There's just a really convenient subspace highway in your head. It's like three miles in 15 seconds." I gave him a blank stare. "It this something they dont teach you in American schools?" "Im from France actually.. I gotta fairly obvious accent? Just elaborate I just woke up" I tried to play it cool. "Okay so it's like.. rapid transit? Subspace highways?" I thought of how to relate to it for more conversation

".. like when you hit the walls in pac-man to go on the other side of the maze?" "Ummm no, it's really nothing like pac-man" I let out a small 'oh'. Its too late to slam the door in his face and order another book. "Crap, thanks for stoppin me. You gotta sign this and I gotta go." Bruce took out a clip board and pen from his mail bag. I leaned against the door frame and crossed my arms "But if I sign you'll leave~" I flirted "Im still on the clock handsome, a good face aint that worth losing my job" he chuckled. Driving me crazy "It's not my fault technically. You skateboard through my head, literally. So that's why im fuckin obsessed with you, the least ya could do is let me go out with you"

He blankly stares at me biting the pen.. way to fuck shit up Vance. Now he thinks you're some low-life stalker "I didn't say obsessed, your obsessed.. with my headspace subway" How am I this much of a fuckin loser. I got the looks all I had to do was flirt, now I gotta skip school to blow my brains out. "I totally race around in your mind all day huh doll? Whatever helps you sleep at night and sign this clipboard" I took the clipboard and he gave me the pen. What if he's into losers "So.. four o'clock?" I signed my name.

"Make that six, I got baseball practice. Meet me at the field." "Heh.. how could I forget. Im alright with that" I handed him the clipboard and pen. I watched him skateboard down the street till he turned down a block. "And when you get back home from your daye with whore boy, I'm expecting you to bring me back some twizzlers. Red not black" "You sneaky little rat!" I turned to face Griff. "(Boys settled down.. im still tired)" we looked towards the couch. "(Sorry mama)"

I was working on this AU during the summer on wattpad 👀

[fantasticalchaos]

Host Club🍹| Hakkitober #3

Synopsis: The Hakkafe has fallen into hard times 😔

AN: I will admit right here and now that I am NOT knowledgeable in the topic of host clubs. I did a bit of research, but I can’t garuntee that this will be accurately and sincerely apologize in a advance 🙇‍♀️. And while I do know OHSHC, it’s also very small. Additionally, this really isn’t my best work (imo) as I technically left this open ended. Think of it more like a prologue of a dating sim of some sort where you select which route you wanna choose. THIS CAN ALSO BE READ AS PLATONIC AS WELL! Thank you for reading!

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“HAKKITOS!!!” Hakka cried out, causing the flock of birds within the guild meeting room to bring their eyes up to their leader.

“LISTEN UP!!! WE HAVE BAD NEWS!!!”

In a instant, panicked glances, whispers, and shouts filled the room.

“What’s going on?!?”

“BAD NEWS?!? OH NO!!”

“Please sir, spare us!!! DONT SEND US TO THE BLENDER!!!”

“Fuck- aight who left out our realistic props again?”

“WHATEVER HAPPENS, WE’RE WITH YOU!!!”

“HAKKITOS! HAKKITOS!! ORDER IN THE COURT!” Hakka cried out once more, shaking his hands around as the noise began to die down.

As a smug smile appears on his face for his loyal birds, he faked a cough and put on his serious voice.

“Hakkitos…” The man started “we are currently going through a tough time. I was told by the other boys that the Hakkafe is slowly down in its popularity and money. If we don’t fix this by the end of this month, we are in BIG trouble!”

Lots is whispers scattered around the room, discussing about the matter privately with their fellow bird workers. And far out of earshot where Hakka could hear them. One Hakkito leaned to another.

“Shit, we’re not gonna get paid…”

In response, their co-worker squints their eyes as they returned the look as they furrows their eyebrows, and strains their mouth.

“THAT BOI NEVER EVEN PAID US SINCE LAST MONTH WDYM?!?”

“…according to the reviews of the Hakkafe that I gathered,” Hakka waves a couple papers in his corrupted hand, as he paces back in forth. “We apparently aren’t doing enough to keep up the customers’ excitement during events. We need to come up with new ideas! NEW EVENTS!”

“Fortunately, our fellow guild members gave me some great ideas on how to make the customers Hakkafe experience better! In fact, the first Hakkafe event will start soon within this week!”

Many cheers roared throughout the room, smiling birds gracing the room with joy and relief.

“So?! What’s the idea, boss?”

“Why my Hakkitos," Hakka bends down and gives one a head pat. "We are planning our first event to be: A Host Club!”

.・゜゜・　　・゜゜・．.·:*¨¨* ≈☆≈ *¨¨*:·　　・゜゜・．.・゜゜・　　・゜゜・．

“Here we are…”

There, in the middle of the glimmering stars and bright moon, stands the Hakkafe. The Hakkafe - usually closed around this time - emitted a soft pink and rosy lights from the windows. Some chatter is heard as well as clashes of plates, furniture and glasses being moved around.

Walking on over, you took a look at your pamphlet once more in your hand.

HAKKAFE EVENT: HOST CLUB HAVE YOU 🫵 YES YOU - RIGHT THERE - WANT TO EXPERIENCE A NIGHT YOU WILL NEVER FORGET?! WITH A SENSE OF PASSION AND FUN?!? WELL LOOK NO FURTHER!! WITH THE HELP OF OUR SPONSORS, THE GUILD TEMPUS AND THE HAKKAFE PRESENT TO YOU A LIMITED TIME OFFER! ENJOY THE NIGHT WITH US AT THE HAKKAFE!! Any monster attacks, or any attacks of any kind are on the staff and customers will not be tolerated. More Terms and Conditions apply.

As you looked up as you were drawing close to the entrance, there was a man standing near the door talking to a little purple bird on a barrel. His hair is long and grey, reaching his mid-back. He wore a grey striped shirt with black pants and vest with gold accents.

The bird noticed you, pointing their wing over at you to the man. The man, pulling up the rear end of his glasses, looks over and sends out a smile.

“Oh, Ricrowdo! Quick, go on tell him that there’s another customer coming and prepare the table!” The man ushered, shooing his hands as Ricrowdo - the purple bird - jumped off a barrel. As you see Ricrowdo fly away and through the door, the man turns to you as reached the entrance.

“Hello!”

“Hi there!”

“You here for the Host Club Event?” The man asked, noticing your pamphlet. You shot a quick glance at it before meeting his purple eyes.

“Yeah! Who wouldn’t miss such an opportunity?” You replied as you brought it up, with the man nodding along with you. “And you are?”

“Vesper Noir, Scholar of Tempus!”

Your eyes widen up in shock.

“You’re Vesper?! I heard you and Magni were off an a expedition- What are you doing here?”

“Oh that,” Vesper mentioned, scratching the back of his neck. “The boys needed a bit of extra help. Me and Dez are going there by the time the event’s done!”

“Besides, some other members of the guild and people we know decided to take over me and Dez’s expedition while we help out here!”

“Ahem!”

The two of you jumped at the sound, revealing a blonde man in purple attire. The blonde in purple has their back leaned on the door - which is opened; showing a bit of the inside of the Hakkafe.

“Speaking of which, hey Dez!”

“Hey,” Magni yawned and stretched his arms a bit. “Dude, it’s so hectic today… I’m so worn out. It’s a good thing that it’s break time for me-”

“Wait wait,” You brought your hands, and looked at Magni, “Look, I’m glad you’re going to go relax after a shift! Especially since you and everyone is working hard! But who’s-”

You felt a little bit of weight on your head. Your eyes went straight up and see the same purple bird from earlier, sitting snuggly on you.

“Me! Your table is #8; 4th table on the right!”

You nodded. You took a few steps in through the doorframe, only to have a hand on your shoulder. You turned your back, to see Magni. Behind him, Vesper.

“Hey, can you promise us something?”

You turn to face them.

“Yeah?” You answered, “What’s up?”

Both guild members looked at each other, then back at you.

“I know we say this to every customer,” Vesper started, staring directly at you in the eyes. “But, this is still an important promise.”

He took a breath.

“Promise us that you will take care of the boys! All of them!”

You paused, taking in mind of this promise.

“Yeah, please do!” Magni added in, “We know that we’re supposed to be entertaining everyone. At the end of the day though, we’re all people with feelings too! Everyone, like you said, worked really hard! Especially considering the circumstances…”

“Sorry for not being there...” Vesper apologized, bowing his head a little. “But the least that we can do is hope that both you, the guests, and boys have a fun time!”

You didn’t say anything. You simply said the words with a small, yet unnoticeable smile on your face: “I promise!”

Vesper and Magni shot a smile back.

“Then enjoy…?”

“[Your Name]!” You introduced yourself. “[Y/N’s] my name!”

“Well then, enjoy yourself [Y/N]! Don’t you or the boys get into anything too crazy!”

“Yeah, not without us!”

You laughed, right before waving the two goodbye as you entered into the Hakkafe. Inside, is hectic - in a good way!

A lot of people were chattering, drinking, dining amongst themselves. Hakkafe servers were either bringing orders or busy making them. There seems to be a bartender coaching a Hakkito on recreating a particular drink. Some were even singing (drunk or not) songs with such joy and passion. You even took some quick glances at some well-dressed people - assuming to be the hosts/boys the two were talking about earlier - interacting happily with the guests.

As you arrived at your table, you sat down and grabbed the menu right in front of you. It has the title, “HOST MENU” on it.

Your eyes wander around, only to widen in surprise on how high the quality looks. Your eyes stopped at one to take in the details before going onto the next.

✨Regis Altare - The Prince Charming✨ “The hero to your heart!”

Simple, sweet, and matches the theme for his host persona! And by the looks of it, Altare dresses the theme too! Reminiscent of a winter prince straight out of a fairytale, Altare wears a white suit, with both light and dark blue accents.

“Wow!” You mused, eyeing the details of Altare’s illustration. “This looks amazing! You all really did put a lot of effort into this!”

Ricrowdo nodded, and fluttered off your head. Landing on the table, he pointed at the menu.

“The host menus’ are also refrigerated! Anyone who is on shift has their magnet on! Pretty genius am I right?”

That is pretty smart… You thought. You then wondered if the employee putting all the magnets on the host menus had fun with that job. Wait… how much money was spent to make these?! Your pamphlet did say that this event is sponsored, so supposedly the sponsors agreed to the refrigerated menus… Still though-

Shaking your head, you took a look at the other magnets. Next magnet has a man wearing black suit with orange and red accents. There also seems to be a key chain on him. He has his hands in his pockets as he flash a cheeky grin at you.

✨Axel Syrios - Childhood Best Friend✨ “Yo, it’s me! Been a while since we hanged out! Why don’t we grab a drink and catch up?”

Huh, that’s more casual than Altare’s tagline. The difference in their host appearance, taglines, and vibes they give off.

“I’m gonna let you know in advance,” Ricrowdo chimes in, breaking up your though process, “This guy is pretty unhinged.”

You raise an eyebrow.

“Isn’t everyone in the guild unhinged?” You questioned. Hearing a lot of stories of the guild and their unhinged shenanigans aren’t uncommon. And like among most of the population, you aren’t that fazed by it.

“Heh, touché!”

On the 3rd magnet, there is a man in purple, like Magni. However, he has pink and blue in their suit. All asymmetrical, yet makes the suit work. He points to you, glowing with enthusiasm and determination.

✨Gavis Bettel - The Comedy King✨ “WATCH THIS! This is going to be-”

…

“Are you going to…?”

“Nah! That’s all of it!” Ricrowdo waves off with a wing, “That’s intentional on his part. He told us to read it like that.”

“It is?” You were surprised, though considering that there is little context of the line, you were intrigued by what happened next.

The next boy had sported a red suit with a angry face with a slight blush. His arms were also crossed as he looks slightly at you.

✨Machina x Flayon - Bratty Tsundere✨ “Y-YOU HATE ME!”

“HUH?!”

You, admittedly, were taken aback at what he chose as his tagline. Laughing at your reaction, You shot a glare to Ricrowdo.

“What?! You got to admit that’s a pretty good line! Matches up with his host title!”

You rolled your eyes and sighed. As much as you hate to admit it, it fits… in a way. But hey, maybe you can take him! Perhaps the inner wit, pettiness and drive deep down to challenge him for a little fun.

This young man wears purple, just like the previous too. Unlike them, his color schemes include black, gold, and white. He also wears a low ponytail, and faces you flirtatiously with a lavender rose in his mouth.

✨Banzoin Hakka - The Charmer ✨ “The cutest and coolest, at your service!”

“Hey, that’s my creator!” The bird chirped, making happy little hops. The corners of your lips lifted up as you see the little guy danced. Having sparkles in his eyes like a child seeing their parent or their favorite tv character.

It’s quite nice to know that the Hakkafe manager and founder himself joined in on all the fun! Plus, he’s multi-tasking; checking up on all the customers during the host club event while kicking back and having fun! A huge win-win for him!

On the last magnet, another man in a black suit appears. His dual colours are orange and turquoise. The man looks with you with a serene look on his face. He holds a cup in his left hand, with the other on his hip.

✨Josuji Shinri - The Modest✨ | “Hey, it’s beautiful out here tonight; want to grab a drink while we stay up and chat?”

“Shinri and the Koillective really are a sweet bunch! Comfy and cozy vibes guaranteed no matter how afraid you are!” Ricrowdo remarks proudly before smirking, “Though the Kois do look rather puntable-”

“What?”

His eyes averted yours as changes the topic.

“Anyways, that’s all the boys that are on shift right now! Take your time to choose your host!”

After a moment of thinking, you lowered down your menu card and looked at Ricrowdo.

“So?” Ricrowdo asked, eyes sparkling. “Have you decided yet?”

“Yeah,” you leaned back, pointing to a particular boy. “I choose-”

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DUN DUN DUN! Who will you choose as your host, dear reader?

Thank you for reading this fic! Like I said before, I tried researching a bit, and decided to make this open-ended (?) near the ending! I wanted to make you make your own choice! I mean, it is your visit after all!

Also, constructive criticism is allowed (as well with my other works)! And any information regarding host clubs that I miswrote are welcome too! Especially since this is my first work with a 2nd person perspective!

Bonus Question: Which title should Magni & Vesper in the menu? You can include any other members in Holostars too (even the alumni!)

[dispatches-from-the-lorecord]

What Gauntlet Red looks like, and how the glitches kicked him in the face

[February 2, 2023]

{Krizste:}

anyone know of any arts/ visual design things for gauntlet red?

oh yeah theres that white hat i uded on the pin

{Tranzi:}

From what I know, he just wears lots of white stuff. The sprite on Run Status got changed to something else a bit ago but it used to be exactly what I said.

{Krizste:}

yeaah i found a whit sprite of his

i def referenced that for his pin bc i gave him a white hat.

was confused where the hat came from since his current runbar sprite has a red hat, lol

{Tranzi:}

I think we were gaslit by that sprite change.

{Krizste:}

uhohgvcftcrrcghvhgvt

white hat red doesnt exist. white hat red is a figment of your imagination

reds always have red hats, you fool

'what about ceecee?'

ceecee doesnt exist

fool

'waht about-'

no reds have green hats, you fool, green hats are luigis

{Tranzi:}

Oh no.

{Krizste:}

or pepes

{Haji:}

I mean, I drew one for him but I think most have him in a white vest instead

like so

Okay I'm spamming at this point, but I forgot about this piece and it's cool

Also this may be hard to see but due to Kelcyus deleting their account, the bottom row has the gauntlet kids

{Krizste:}

ehes worn both black and white! stunning lad

@Haji is yours meant to look like hes wearing lipstick? cus i dig it

{Haji:}

Knowing him? Very well could be :tppWowee:

{Krizste:}

tis but the nature of nature!

coolkid

..i dont really like my pin of him..

oihyvgctrfy

hes got the hairbanana before pk got the hair banana

{Haji:}

Ooh~

{Krizste:}

got metal tiped workgloves or gardening gloves. he has gardener vibes

lo

his flat cap was a mistake, my brain was farting so bad when drawing his hat, i wrangled with it so much (within the speedy time i was trying to get though these)

but its cute

g.red if he wasnt in a cult right here

garnening boy

would b good friends with dippy

{Haji:}

So one of the things about Gauntlet Red is there's two main branches of lore. 1) that this is a reset timeline and Red has a chance to change things. 2) The kid isn't even named "Red", he's grown up in the Cult of Helix and was told he was going to be the next Red and bring the second coming of Lord Helix and whatnot and somewhere along the line, he said fuck dat shit. He was one of those kids who went off the deep end into full rebel nature after getting away from the church to a dangerous point

{Sol:}

in my lore the latter angle led to straight up possession :Keepo:

{Haji:}

At the end, we were given free time to do Glitchmancy (there had been a patch in place before HoF) and we're told the game would either end when the timer ran out or we crashed the game.

.... We crashed the game :tppWowee:

{Trollkitten:}

I think this was inevitable for us

Just like it was inevitable that AshGrey was going to be massively derailed by chat

{Mitzi:}

they gave chat a challenge. what did they expect to happen

{Haji:}

And yeah, as Sol said, that was one idea to what happened after the crash. Red was checking out the glitches off the coast of Cinnabar, we ran into a wild Tentacool and I think the crash was caused by our Ditto, but I'm not sure. Either way, lore said he either lost out to the glitch and got possessed / corrupted or he drowned. Possession seemed WAY more likely when we did the Mt. Silver battle in Crystal where we fought Red0 and then suddenly he got replaced by original Red so Dippy had to take on both of them

{Sol:}

Cooltrainer is one of the most volatile things in Gen 1

it was inevitable :Kappa:

{Krizste:}

corruption ehh?- wow it just went white huh

just frikkin caput

{Haji:}

Yup! Just like that, he was gone :tppSpinarak:

{Krizste:}

just leavbing screancap here bc boy does this come and go like capow

{Mitzi:}

gen 1 ¯_(ツ)_/¯

[a-drop-of-nightshade]

The vest he wore was tight, it cling to his body and you could see and feel the definition of his muscles through it. Yet she would also feel his scars, even with her could touch and the fact the vest was designed to cool him off with high end tech, she would feel that some scars ran hotter than others, the deeper and harsher they were the hotter they felt.

Some of the scars from the necro’s felt… off, melted as it they had been burnt after reviving them, although it was more the hotter scars that felt melted. One particular one, the hottest, was the latest scar he’d gotten from his Necro alter who had pierced his chest and tried to rip out his heart. Not that he had one to take. As she traced the scar he could remember receiving it, he was very good at that, unable to forget. That planet was consumed in a firestorm that would never end, eternally burning no life would ever settle or grow there ever again and he was glad for it.

Phoenix watched amused as their opposite forms of breaths, hot and cold, formed the clouds above them, he looked amused before returning his attention to her. He smirked, “Oh absolutely, 21 years alone and I definitely need to make up for it.” He replied, he grinned when she teased him, she really was Alice’s daughter in so many ways. “Sweetheart size doesn’t matter, it show you use it, and considerin’ I fucked you through a god damned wall I’d say that speaks for itself.” He teased back.

He was carefully to lay her on her back, the vial still held in one hand, “Oh dont you worry, after I’m done with this I’ll fuck you so hard you’re gonna need a new spine and they’re gonna need to refurbish this room.” He teased, leaning down he couldn’t help but steal a kiss from her, twas ic my he bit at her lower lip tugging it some before he let go. “Well that’s their loss, you’re beautiful.” He replied, but he opened up a display and after a second of typing away there was a click from the door as it locked, “Happy?” He asked amused.

Ever so carefully he removed the gown and tossed it over the chair beside the bed, he did take a moment to look her over before he shifted and then carefully lifted her up and straddled her over his lap, bringing her to rest against his chest he had his hands around her, “This is gonna feel weird, but you’ll be okay.” He assured her before there was a faint pop as he opened the vial, ever so carefully he let half the contents drip onto her back.

It was only a tear drop worth, but the glittering blue flame burst and grew, covering her back, seeping into her body, it wouldn’t burn, instead it would feel warm and her skin would squirm and shift, her RIG would settle in perfectly and be fully healed in mere seconds, but all the pain from her back, all her scars would vanish without a trace. Carefully he lay her on her back and cupping her face with one hand he smiled, “Last bit.” He told her before this time he let the last drop drop onto her chest.

Like before the fire spread, it rushed to grow and cover her, seeping into her she would see her scars healing before her eyes, not a single trace left behind and even more so her vision would be restored, the tech had helped make the process easier, but this was now in full. The impossible granted a healing miracle as every last thing wrong with her body, all the pain and suffering, all the problems she had suffered with melted away under his bottled tears as if it were nothing. Phoenix kept an eye on her through it then slowly he looked up at her after a long moment he raised a brow, “How do you feel?” He asked her.

@a-drop-of-nightshade

Izzy woke up with a groan. Her head was pounding and her eyes blurry. She remembered getting drug to a party and seeing a bunch of her alters there. She'd gotten into a massive brawl and come out in the top five fighters. She still had bruises and gashes all over her body from that. Tasting blood on her tongue she froze. That was definitely not hers. Did she bite someone while she'd been high on adrenaline and drunk?

Moving to get up she froze as there were a set of arms wrapped around her legs. Flipping the covers off she saw some stranger holding onto her legs and looking just as beat up as she was. Where the hell had he come from? Swallowing hard she tried to carefully untangle herself from his arms so she could sneak away before he woke up.

[zero-rider]

Jaune's debt to society

Part 1

Nora: *bursting inside RWBY's room with a sleeping Ren on her back* Guys, you won't believe what Jaune did this time!

Weiss: *leaves her scroll on her bed before looking at Nora* Please tell it's not another bad PSA about drugs and how he use them like candy

Nora: Oh, that?, well... Let's just say that the general was not happy with what Jaune did and as punishment, he made him do some community service in Mantle with the Happy Huntresses and throw out the antidepressants that made him crazy and replace them with some experimental ones with less or bad side effects

Weiss: Oh, that doesn't sound that bad

Ruby: *smiles* Yeah, it sounds very good for him. Now, if he just accepted to go to therapy, i would be more happy for him

Yang: Give it a rest, Rubes. We know he will never talk

Ruby: I know, but i can only hope

Nora: ANYWAY! He just made another commercial!

Yang: Oh come on!! He gets to do another commercial after the fiasco it was the previous one!? Everyone should love us and not Mr guy with blond spiky hair, blue eyes and depresso!

Blake: *sigh*Yang, answer me this. Have we ever helped any citicen of Atlas or Mantle after we were named hunstmen?

Yang: Well, no

Blake: Do we help kids cross the streets?

Yang: No, we leave that to Jaune

Blake: Do we let older woman ogle our ass or our bodies every time they accidentally want to give water to us and we have to dry your chest like those thristy MILF's from Mantle do to Jaune?

Yang: Older men ogle me, does it count? *blake glares at her* i guess not

Blake: Then shut the fuck up, i want to see what shit Jaune did this time!

Yang: Why are you getting angry with me? i thought i was your waifu

Blake: Go suck a dick, Yang! Now, Nora, please show us the commercial

Nora: Way ahead of you, Blakey *has her scroll connected to RWBY's tv* All i have to do is push the play button

-CUT-

Robyn: *appears in a laundry room, holding a shirt* My clothes are soft, but they're not hugably soft

Jaune appears from the window with a basket of clean clothes dressed in only a yellow colored fured short shorts and tank top with some bunny ears on his head*

Jaune: Leave it to me! *Robyn screams* Being hugably soft is my business, and it's a good business *giggles*

Robyn: *touches a shirt from Jaune's basket and later touch Jaun's tank top* They are soft, and so are you Cuddles. *Robyn starts tickling Cuddles, who giggles playfully* Very, very soft... *Robyn then kisses Jaune on his uncovered stomach and he begins to feel a bit uneasy*

Jaune: Uh... Um... *Robyn takes Jaune to a bathroom* Where are we going?

Robyn: *pants* I need your softness...

Robyn closes the door, and the sound of unzipping pants can be heard. Both Jaune and Robyn start groaning; she sound ecstatic, while the Arc seem to be more uncomfortable

Jaune: No, i dont want this-Well, maybe yes!

Robyn: So soft...

Jaune: I mean no, no!

Robyn: Don't fight it... *Groans continue and some time later, the door is open. Robyn's clothes are slightly messed up* You might wanna... clean yourself up

Jaune stumbles out of the room, visibly shaken with his tank top ripped apart like it was a vest and his fur shorts has a weird wet stain that travel all his groin. Robyn stuffs Jaune into a big washing machine, and pulls him out later. He seems slightly more worn-out

Robyn: Good as new!

Jaune: Yeah... G-good as new... *Robyn cradles Jaune in her arms and Jaune is twitching, obviously traumatized*

Robyn: My, you're just so... huggably soft...

Jaune: No, no, not really that soft!

Robyn enters with Jaune to the bathroom again. Groans start again

Jaune: Stop! This isn't right! *groans*

Announcer: Cuddles Brand Fabric Softener. When your clothes have to be huggably, rapably fresh

Jaune: I... My pelvis hurts!

Robyn: Shut it!

Announcer: Buy it now at you closest mall for only 30 Lien!

VOTE ROBYN HILL FOR THE COUNCIL, TOGETHER WE'LL MAKE MANTLE BETTER

-CUT-

Nora: Well? what do you think? I think he was awesome

Yang: *with the image of his abs on her mind* Hot damn! you could cut diamonds in that washboard

Weiss: This is nasty! How dare they do this kind of publicity when it's familly time!?

Ruby: *still looking at the paused screen* Weiss? I... think i want to have that softener for my clothes

Blake: *with a line of blood coming out of her nose* Don't worry Ruby, i got you covered *show's her scroll with a buy of ten boxes of Cuddles brand softener at the name of Weiss with the permission to use a credit card of someone with the initials J.S*

Meanwhile at the Schnee mansion

Winter: *speaking with someone on her scroll* Yes, the Atlas army want at least one hundred boxes of that Cuddles softener… cash or card? *holds a photo of a Schnee orichalcum credit card with the initials J.S* It will be with my dad's credit card smirks

Meanwhile at the schnee mansion... again

Willow: *also speaking with someone on her scroll* Hello? i would like to order one thousand boxes of Cuddles brand softener for the Schnee mansion... *looks at a Schnee orichalcum credit card with the initials J.S* It will be with my husband's card, of course *smirks*

Uhhh...

Jacques: Why the fuck am i being charged with one thousand one hundred and ten boxes of that dumb softeners?!

[mayfjelds]

Both sound very nice! But I think the first one appeals most to me!!!

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eddie munson x gn!reader

warnings: none

a/n: the fact that eddie’s age doesn’t make sense is not my fault it’s the duffers! but since dubious aging kind of goes against my own personal morality, eddie and steve are the same age/year and reader is the same age/year as nancy and robin.

crashing on the wheeler’s basement couch shouldn’t have been as relaxing as it was, but, surprisingly, it was the best sleep you’ve gotten since this vecna shit started in the first place. no threats of your favorite little moody redhead getting possessed by the upside-down’s new big-bad, and you barely had to think about the fact that your old best friend was being framed for murder. well, at least until —

“henderson! henderson – fuck – i’ve got a problem here!”

you sighed and picked up the walkie that was buzzing on the coffee table. “eddie?” you asked, yawning into the receiver.

“yeah, yeah, shit.” he said, lowering his voice to a whisper. “i’m gonna need some back up over here.”

“what’s wrong?” you asked, sitting up abruptly.

“i’m, like, 99% sure jason carver and his goons are here to gut me like a fish.” he said, his shallow breathing echoing loudly in the mic. “i saw some headlights and when they opened the doors i heard that shitty fucking wham! song–”

“shit.” you jumped up and quickly grabbed steve’s keys from the table, practically bulldozing yourself out the wheeler’s house.

“well, i dont know if they’re gonna gut me. maybe they’ll snap all my bones in half like a glowstick, or something.”

“eddie, calm down.” you said. “i’ll be there in 10, so just shut the hell up and stay low, okay?”

you took the silence as an affirmation and started the car.

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to absolutely no one’s surprise, eddie munson did not stay low.

and that’s precisely what ended up getting the two of you stranded at (the make-out rock). you both sat underneath the sledge of rock, soggy and breathless, from your swim in the lake. your ill-fitting t-shirt you stole from mike’s closet stuck to your chest like a hungry leech, and gave absolutely no insolation to the cool night air on your drenched skin. just as you were about to complain about the goosebumps travelling up your arms, you looked over at eddie, whose leather jacket and jean vest combo made the wetness look that much more uncomfortable.

“you should take your jackets off.” you told him. “those can’t be comfortable.”

he noticed your shivering and shrugged off his leather jacket and handed it to you. “if you wanted my jacket you could’ve just asked.”

“i didn’t just want the jacket,” you said, throwing it onto your back. “although this feels better.”

he let out a quiet laugh and started fiddling with the rings on his fingers.

“where did you get them?” 

“huh?”

“the rings,” you pointed at them. “where’d you get them?”

“oh,” he said. “uh, mostly flea markets and shit.” he took off the silver pig’s head and showed it to you. “wayne got me this one for my 18th. he found it at a pawn shop i think.”

“they look cool.” you said. “adds to the whole, badass metal thing you’ve got going on.”

“thanks.” he snorted. “i decided to really throw myself into the look after i grew my hair out.”

“yeah,” you said. “i’m glad you did. you always wanted to look like ozzy osborne.”

he laughed. “it’s hard to look like ozzy with a buzzcut.”

“i’m sure you could’ve made it work.” you said. “hey, do you remember the time in 7th grade when we stole your dad’s weed and smoked it out of an apple?”

“oh, of course. we got so stoned we could barely move.” he said. “do you remember the time you dressed up like a fairy for my birthday party?”

“it was dungeons and dragons themed!”

“you wore glittery wings from the halloween store.”

“well, it’s not like you would help me pick out the costume!”

“that would’ve ruined the surprise,” he said.

“yeah, yeah.” you rolled your eyes. “you know, i’ve still got the crown you made me for it.”

his eyes widened. “seriously?” he asked. “how the hell is that still intact?”

“whenever it breaks i tape it back together,” you said.

“oh,” he said.

“is that surprising?” you laughed.

“a little.” he admitted. “kind of assumed you’d throw it away or something.”

“of course not.” you said. “that’s still, like, the sweetest thing someone’s ever given to me.”

“it’s made out of stotch tape and sticks i found in my backyard.” he deadpanned.

“but you made it for me,” you said. “and don’t sell yourself short, munson. you glued on this beautiful, big red jewel on it. it was like, the highlight of my 12 year-old life.”

“what’d do your friends say about it?” he asked.

“i don’t think they’ve seen it.” you said. “i keep it in a box under my bed.”

“ah,” he pursed his lips, “yeah, that’s about right.”

“what’s that supposed to mean?” you asked.

“it means that it would’ve been weird for you, the monarch of hawkins high, to have satanic memorabilia on display.” he wiggled his fingers at the reference of his favorite board game.

“c’mon, eddie.” you said. “you know i’m not like that.”

“how am i supposed to know?” he asked. “we were friends in middle school before you got all hot and cool and then we… weren’t.” 

“well, it’s not like you made an effort to talk to me.” you defended.

he laughed. “yeah, ‘cause me walking over to the popular table with kids like jason carver – who is literally trying to kill me right now, might i add – would’ve turned out peachy keen.”

“you’re… probably right.” you sighed, putting your face in your hands. “fuck, i’m sorry eddie. i should’ve done something–”

“woah, slow down.” he said, pulling your hands away. “i don’t blame you, like at all. i didn’t expect you to stand up for me just because we were friends when we were 12.”

“doesn’t mean it wasn’t fucked up of me not to.” you said. “i just… wanted to be liked so bad, i just kinda… forgot who i was. like, one day i woke up and became totally unrecognizable.” you laughed. “and then this whole upside-down shit happened, and i thought if i started filling up all my time with football games and parties then no one would be able to tell that i was so… not normal.” 

“high school’s the fuckin’ worst. being popular and shit seems like it’s life or death but nothing matters once we’re out of it.” he said, pulling his long hair between his fingers. “but, if it’s worth anything, i’ve always liked you.”

you snorted. “seriously?”

“yeah.” he nodded. “always.”

“i kind of thought you hated me,” you admitted.

“i kind of thought the same thing.”

“never.” you shook your head. “even when you’re standing on the lunch tables i always think you’re cool. way cooler than me, or jason, or harrington.”

his cheeks flushed at your words, he hid it with a tamed smirk. “wow,” he said. “the town freak being cooler than the basketball and swim team captain? you better hold off before my ego gets even bigger.”

“you’ve got more guts than carver for sure. standing up for what you believe in even when you know people are gonna shit on you? that’s cooler than throwing balls into laundry baskets.”

he laughed. “glad you appreciated that one, i was sitting on it for a while.”

you smiled, looking over at his big brown eyes for the first time that night. despite the fact that his hair was still drenched, and his once white baseball tee was now a dingy brown color, he still wore this charm that made him look permanently alluring. you don’t know if it was the shit you’ve just gone through, the heavy conversation, or the old crush you used to have on him resurfacing for the first time in 6 years, but you couldn’t help but melt in his sweet gaze.   

“you think – ya’ know, once this vecna shit’s all over – i could, maybe, come over sometime?”

“you asking me to hang out?”

“yeah, i,” you faltered. “i kinda miss hanging out and smoking with you.”

he grinned, teeth and everything. “i’d love that.”

“that means you can’t die on me, alright?” you said. “no more dumb decisions.”

“i think i can manage that.”

[decemebercircus]

Twisted Wonderland/Yuuta WORLD

Synopsis: It's time for Yuuta to go home (finally) but of course it's NRC and something goes wrong. Just as Yuuta is about to transport into the mirror Malleus appears distraught that not only was he left out again, his only friend is leaving.

Leona tries to stop him and unfortunately the power harnessed from the last overblot crystal which Yuuta was carrying exploded-- aside from hurtling everyone into what appears to be a Octahedral dimension

(A world created from Yuuta.) Of everyone Leona and Malleus seem to be the only ones who switched bodies.

Characters: Malleus, Lilia, Leona

Warnings: the swearing/profanity, probably inappropriate topics (I don't really remember rn.)

Word count: um... According to Ao3 it's 1967 words... That's not very impressive...

Story:

Chapter 1: "If I Were You for a Day....."

Leona begrudgingly woke up. The last thing he remembered was the herbivore-- Yuuta Origami the one everyone called Yuu as a nickname preparing for leaving their world. Then the lizard showed up and everything went to hell from there.

There was a explosion followed by a light and a shattering sound. Like a gem --or a mirror-- being broken.

As soon as he saw Malleus he was gonna smack him. Preferably hard enough to knock him off his feet. Rubbing his face he suddenly noticed how pale his skin was. Did the explosion whitewash him? He didn't know that was possible.

No the skin felt weird like barely concealed...something.

"So you're awake. You certainly took your time about it." Odd. His own voice sounded weird.. It also sounded like it wasn't coming from his mouth. Slowly coming to terms with the green vest he wore and looking at the shadow looming over him....

Wait green vest--? The only person who wasnt wearing the ceremonial robes was Malleus which meant, horrifyingly.. That Leona was--

Oh no. No no no.

His form donned the ceremonial robes he clearly remembered putting on for Yuuta's supposed return to their home.

But why was he looking at his own body.

"The fuck?" He blurted out as he gawked at his body a neutral expression set on his face as they stared at each other.

He stared at his hands again. Those were scales.

"Oh fuck NO" he muttered cringing as his voice came out sounding like Malleus's. Which was to be expected, it was his body.

This meant of course that Malleus was in his body.

"Oi! how'd this shit happen??" He grabbed the shirt collar of "Leona" or rather Malleus in Leona's body.

"Oh calm down. If this was my doing I would have been able to reverse it by now." Malleus snapped, Leona's voice sounding more formal and composed than it had in years.

Lilia approached them "ah so you still haven't changed back. That's a problem." He looked dismally at Malleus in Leona's body. "But at least no else has switched bodies."

Both boys seemed to glow with rage. Leona's entire form had a golden colored aura around him and looked like he'd rather be elsewhere.

Malleus on the other hand looked to be actually angry. The sky filled with dark grey clouds and occasional lighting strikes.

"Oh." With a quick flick across the forehead Lilia effectively distracted Leona in Malleus's body enough to cause the weather to clear, with the clouds turning normal grayish white.

"Ow!"

"This a predicament though, it's probably for the best if you two stay together--" Lilia began.

"Have you lost your mind??" Leona snapped irritated and Malleus in Leona's body reached over presumably to hit him.

Glancing at him he hissed "uh uh dont touch me" and ran off to go find a place to nap.

He didn't care that he could hear footsteps of Lilia and the real owner of this body... Trapped in his own, chasing after him.

They caught him on one of the school towers' rooftops. He was just lounging there and wasnt particularly in a mood to move.

Well seems you're well adjusted" Lilia remarked cheerfully.

"I've been thinking and What about food? Sleeping?" He snarked glaring at Lilia.

"Dammit I can't catch a break" he grumbled slowly getting used to the low rumbling in his throat that happened when he got angry. In his own body he could ignore it since it had no meaning. Growling and roaring solved nothing. But in Malleus's body, near as he could figure, letting out a ear deafening roar might cause a few more problems.

"We lead very different lives it's gonna be hard to adjust." "Leona" added as if that made things better. He caught a glimpse of "Leona" pushing the hair out of his face as the wind blew. Seems both he and Lilia had no problem standing on a tower like it was the sidewalk.

"I suppose you'll have to get used to be each other, you did switch bodies. Why not keep up appearances for the time being?" Lilia offered and immediately was rejected.

"You want me to sleep in CLASS?!" Malleus voiced his complaint first.

"I know you aren't expecting me to sit through lunch listening to that annoyance prattle on about Him. Are you?" Leona retorted wishing he could flick his tail still.

"Have you seen what Leona eats for lunch??" Was the next protest from Malleus.

At that Leona snapped his-- Malleus's head up to glare at him for questioning his dietary habits.

They icily stared at each other, their expressions reflecting their refusal.

Lilia clearly regretted suggesting.

Leona and Malleus had seperate classes which proved a whole new problem. Keeping them from making a scene. At least they wouldnt be bickering. But that would make it hard to keep track of both of them. The school day was technically over which meant they could argue and bicker as much as needed to get it out of their system.

For tomorrow was a new day.

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"Here. bed clothes." He remarked reaching into his wardrobe and tossing Malleus a matching set of silky orange yellow pajamas. "Don't forget the hole for the tail-"

"Oh you'll be sleeping in my room, so don't throw away or damage the pillow for my horns." Malleus suddenly remarked. Leona had to mentally take a step back and process the instruction before saying any comments. So it was completely understandable that the only thing he could think of to say was "... What"

" were you not listening--" Malleus started unfolding the clothes. Paying no real mind to Leona's face.

" I heard you, I just... What..?"

"Surely you didn't think they were pretty decorations did you?"

"..." Leona didnt think it was wise to answer that. The weight of the horns was certainly not a decorative illusion.

"Have a peaceful night in Diasomnia" his voice said almost cheerfully scaring him with how happy his own voice sounded.

Nope.

"You're coming with." He grabbed "Leona's" arm dragging him through out the entire dorm and to the mirror. He completely ignored Malleus so he honestly wasn't sure if he protested or not.

Didn't matter. This body was... Way too fucking strong. He normally didn't mind this but it was currently telling him his own original body didn't weigh much more than one of the chairs back home. While this would have been something he could laugh about it wasn't fucking funny when it was him.

"Which room is yours"

"Obviously the one marked dorm leader" Malleus snarked the smartass tone dripping from his voice.

"Thanks Prince Helpful. I meant which floor"

"Oh last room on the second floor" Malleus answered as they sped past the kitchen.

Upon entering Diasomnia Leona had so many questions about this Damn dorm...

Most of them boiled down to "what the fuck?"

In Malleus's room Leona thought it would be smart to just grab any "night" clothes and sleep in them. Didn't matter if they matched or whatever.

He took off his pants and stopped. He didn't notice earlier from how agitated he was, and there was likely some spell to keep them from being obvious. But what the fuck even is this body.?!

"What is this?"

"Leona" now completely changed in the pajamas he gave him, tilted his head like he didn't see the problem.

"What the fuck is this shit?" He snapped pointing at his crotch area.

"Leona there is no way--" Malleus started sighing as he did so.

"NO I mean why is there TWO?" He interrupted running his finger over the both of them, immediately stopping due to not wantung to admit how good it felt.

"Born this way?" Malleus offered Leona's body shrugged and his lips curved into a half smirk.

"You're enjoying this."

"Might as well" Malleus replied collapsing on the bed.

"Hey. There better not be some sort of routine for these things"

"Want me to do it?" Malleus offered but he'd rolled over so he wasn't facing him anymore.

"...do what?" Leona asked without thinking.

"I'm not gonna do anything---" Leona mentally cringed at the thought of asking for assistance.

"Then Don't worry about it" Malleus interrupted sounding way too much like Leona.

Not really able to handle everything the day dished out he pulled on pajama pants and turned off the light.

"You're not gonna put a shirt on?" Malleus asked. He didn't think it mattered.

"Do I have to?" He sighed irritated.

"... No"

"Then shut up" he snapped.

He tried. He genuinely tried to fall asleep. But something about this body felt weird. Like now that it was night time it was time to get up and do stuff. He felt more awake now. One hour turned to two, two turned to three.

Must be a fae thing.

"Ok we got a problem."

No response.

"How do you sleep at night?"

Nothing.

"Fuck."

He sat up. Oh Great seven Malleus could see in the dark. This meant that Leona could see in the dark. He could see where everything in the room was. And unfortunately that Malleus had curled himself into a tiny ball and fell asleep in such a rigid position.

Pulling him out of the uncomfortable looking position was really easy and Malleus seemed barely aware it happened.

"..now what"

He closed his eyes hoping to sleep. At least a little.

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"Hey Leona, get up we have to go back to class at some time. Preferably today."

"Mm fuck off. I didn't get any sleep last night. I shouldn't have to get up" he complained.

He glanced up and stared at "Leona", that is Malleus in Leona's body wearing the school uniform all formal like. "How'd you get dressed so fast?"

"I'm going to stop Lilia from making breakfast. YOU get showered and dressed" Leona groaned in reply.

"Ugh wearing the clothes like this is just bothersome and stupid" Leona complained as he pulled at his collar and then loosened his tie.

"Grin and bear it-- hey don't unbutton your clothes!" Malleus looked over his shocked expression morphing on Leona's face. Leona deadpanned at him in response.

"Why not?"

"I-- nevermind. Don't do anything I wouldn't do" Malleus commented. "Right back at you" Leona rolled his eyes waving "Leona" away. Leona grimaced he wasn't sure how he liked this body, even given that he was supposed to be only borrowing it.

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Back in Malleus's room in Diasomnia Leona was supposed to focus on Malleus's homework but a noise distracted him. He went to the room "Leona" was in. "..." After what felt like five minutes he had a question.

"The fuck you whining about." He meant to ask it but it somehow came out as a statement.

"Yuuta abandoned me." Malleus-- "Leona" sniffled hugging the pillow. Leona internally cringed as he looked at himself crying, even if it was someone else in his body.

"My only friend. And they abandoned me. Without a thought. Were they really not my friend at all?" He cried. Seeing himself cry... Even if it was for what he considered a pathetic reason; was kinda... Leona shrugged off any shock he felt since realistically, Malleus would be in his own body crying like it would bring Yuuta back.

He silently stared as Malleus buried his face in the pillow again to quiet his sobs. Evidently heartbroken about Yuuta leaving. Leona sighed and sat down next to him. Malleus had stopped crying and turned to face him.

"What?" Malleus asked.

"Just go to sleep and quit crying" Leona snapped.

"How do you think it's going to be for us if we don't switch back?" Malleus suddenly asked. Leona didnt answer. He faked being asleep hoping Malleus would take the hint and fall asleep too.

*Chapter End*