#i have such a clear vision of her in my head so why cant i draw her

[autumnation]

everyday I think about Ally and miss her

[eatmeandbirthmeagain]

Could I make one where Balwin's wife is pregnant but during childbirth she is surprised and it is not a single baby, if it is not 3 triplets and they are chubby and pink, what will be people's reaction?

♡ Sweet Surprise - King Baldwin x Reader ♡

♡ Fluff ♡

A/N: Hello Anon! Thank you for the request, I think that this was one of the ones that got deleted by the glitch a little while ago so I'm so sorry about that, but I'm glad you sent it back in so I could complete it! As always, this is based on the film Kingdom Of Heaven, not the real historical figures. Enjoy!

TW: Leprosy, Child Birth

It was exactly one month after the union between the king and queen of Jerusalem that y/n fell pregnant.

After many weeks of trying, it had finally happened.

The young couple were overjoyed, having exceeded all doubts about Baldwin’s fertility due to his illness. It was truely a blessing from the lord Himself and needless to say, the entire kingdom was of the same opinion.

As the months went on, the queen fell heavily pregant. More so than what was expected. This worried the physicians greatly, believing that there may be something wrong.

Y/n was confined to the royal chambers to preserve her health until labour.

Baldwin was destraught. Thinking irrationally, he believed that it had something to do with his disease.

His anxiety grew with each passing day, no matter how many times his queen consoled him and assured him that the situation was no fault of his own.

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And then, the day came.

The king was out overseeing the construction of a new church in the kingdom when a servant on the back of a large stallion sprinted up to the small group of officials.

“MY LORD MY LORD!” he shouted, leaping down from the horse, panting and tripping overhimself.

“Oh my, are you okay? What is going on?” Baldwin replied, his heart quickening at the thought of an emergency.

“My lord, its the queen, she is in labour!” 

The king and the rest of the small party waisted no time in mounting their horses and cantering back to the castle as fast as possible. 

When they arrived, Baldwin payed no attention to the pain that his body was in. He lept down from the horse, ignoring the surge of agony that shot through his lower body when his feet hit the ground.

He was the first into the castle and ascended the stairs to the royal chambers in no time.

Breathing heavely, he pushed open the doors with the last of his strength before falling to his knees.

Two maids immediately rushed to his side, helping their king to his feet.

“Y/n! Is she okay? Is the baby alright?!” he asked urgently, still panting heavily.

“Baldwin!” y/n called from the bed, “I am alright my love, come see!”.

As the kings vision cleared, the bed that held his wife came into view. As did the baby. And another baby? And another? In the queens arms lay three, healthy, chubby, pink babies who were all sleeping peacefully against their mothers body.

Baldwin gasped, a wide grin quickly spreading across his mask covered face.

The maids helped him to the bed, sitting him down carefully beside his wife.

“They are all healthy sweetheart, thats why my belly was so big! There was nothing wrong, I was just holding triplets!” y/n said, an equally wide smile on her face. 

The young king was lost for words and overcome with nothing but pure joy.

“I- I cant believe it! This is the most amazing day of my life! Oh thank you lord!’’ Baldwin praised, his grin hidden by the mask.

He pressed his forehead against the top of his wifes head, squeezing his eyes shut.

“I cant believe this is happening! I have never been happier” he said, feeling tears of joy welling in his eyes.

Y/n chuckled, “neither can I darling. And I thought we were blessed with one, but THREE!”

Baldwin opened his eyes to look down at his children.

Each one was plump and healthy. Their arorable faces melted his heart.

“There are two boys and one girl” the queen said softly.

“Would you like to hold them?” she asked.

Baldwin thought for a moment, “I dont know if that is a good idea, what if they get sick? I couldnt live with myself if-” 

“Darling” y/n cut him off gently.

“It will be okay. You are clothed and you are wearing your mask. Nothing will happen I can assure you. Allow yourself this moment, you deserve it” she told him with a smile.

He took a deep breath before nodding, leaning against the headboard of the bed and holding out his arms.

One by one, y/n carefully placed each tiny bundle of life in his arms.

Two of them stayed in peaceful sleep but ones eyes opened slowly. It was one of the boys. He did not cry like many babies would, he simply yawned and looked up at his father with big blue eyes. Big blue eyes, just like Baldwin’s.

The kings heart swelled with joy and happiness again at the sight of his son. His own son.

“Oh my love look!, he has your eyes” y/n cooed, looking at the adorable little boy in her husbands arms.

“Yes, he does!” Baldwin’s own eyes welled with tears at the sight and he fought back a broken sob.

Noticing his tear filled eyes, y/n placed a hand on her husband’s shoulder.

“Are you okay darling? Whats wrong?” she asked, suddenly worried.

“I’m alright my love. I’m just so happy, I never thought this day would come. Theyre so perfect, youre so perfect. Thank you y/n- I love you so much”

He tried his best to prevent tears from running down his cheeks, but when the chubby little boy in his arms smiled up at his fathers masked face, he could not fight it.

Y/n wrapped an arm around Baldwin’s shoulders and pulled him closer to her.

“You deserve this happiness sweetheart. I love you, and our family is, and will be, perfect” she kissed her husband's cheek and layed her head on his shoulder.

The king nodded, a small smile returning to his face.

He felt like the happiest man alive, and he knew that as long as he had these children and y/n in his life, he would stay that way for all eternity.

[clarkeybabey]

❝ playing my heartstrings like a rock star ❞

# summary; you're messing with his feelings and he doesn't understand why

# playlist; hey arthur!, arthur hill, think i'm in love with you, chris stapleton, please notice, christian leave

# word count; 1.9k

# note; i needed a happy ending my first fic on here cant be angst<3 I did not proofread this so sorry

The three boys sat in their sitting room, a comfortable silence lingering as they scrolled through their phones. "Arthur wants to know if we're going to come to the pub with him," George finally spoke up, looking to his friends and mentally crossing his fingers they'd agree. They deserved it after the week they've had.

Arthur chews the inside of his lip waiting for Chris' reply, not wanting to be the one to reject the invitation, but he knows you'll be there after your earlier text about going for drinks.

Chris shrugs laying his phone down next to him, "I don't see why not," both he and George stand, heading in the direction of their bedrooms to grab sweaters and shoes, assuming everyone is down.

When they disappear from sight, Arthur finds himself groaning, pressing his palms so hard to his closed eyes that he sees stars dotting his vision when he eventually opens them. It's not that he doesn't want to see you, he knows that when he does he can't resist the later idea of going home with you and he hates himself for it.

"They can't know," you always say, referring to your shared group of friends, "it'll throw off the dynamic, you can just come to my flat for the night on the weekend." You're grown adults, who cares what you get into when you're alone? He doubts anyone would really care as much as you think, but every time he tries to express that someone ends up with their feelings hurt, and 99.9% of the time they're his.

He makes his way to his room, spending more time than he cares to admit trying to find the cologne he knows is your favorite. His closet's a mess, but he finds the jumper you love to steal kicking himself for trying so hard as he throws it on over his old t-shirt. He stands in his bathroom pulling a baseball cap on to cover how flat his hair had become from lying on the couch for the last two hours.

Chris is yelling something from the kitchen about how he's worse than a woman about his looks, he can't find it in himself to care enough to think of a witty reply, instead just shoving his hands deeper into his pockets.

their bar of choice isn't far so they decide walking is the better and cheaper option, the walk is quick, and he stays a few paces behind his friends with music playing in his airpods as he gives himself a pep talk preparing to see you.

You sit at the bar with Becky and Arthur chatting about everything and nothing all at once, "You know, babe, I still need to get you on see it off, George and both Arthurs have nominated you now," she remarks, smirking as she brings her pint to her lips, you look to Arthur whos nodding along with her.

As the three of you chat, you're practically yelling over the people around you, "Let me know a date and we'll get it sorted," you smile, Arthur pipes up about needing the toilet and slips off his stool heading off in the direction of the restrooms.

As soon as he's out of sight, she scoots into the seat he once inhabited with her brows raised, "Anything new with you and Mr Hill?" You sigh, dreading having to answer that question, "There won't be anything new ever I don't think, I've made it clear how bad of an idea we are," your stomach turns at your own words, suddenly feeling a wave of nausea wash over you.

It wasn't like you didn't want anything other than to be with him, but everyone was so close and the what if's shadow how good the relationship could be.

What if something bad happens and you can't spend time together as a big group any longer? What if you couldn't film together? What if you had to listen to songs written about how bad of a girlfriend you were? She groans, her head falling onto her crossed arms, "You're so doubtful, darling. Give him a shot, he's such a sweet boy, especially to you." She sounded exactly like your mum when you told her the same thing after he came home with you one weekend. Sighing you continue, "I've never met someone like him-" You're cut off suddenly as rough hands slap over your eyes, "Guess who," George Clarke and his atrociously fake, heightened voice are quite unmistakable, you shove his hands away, giggling, and spin on your stool.

Your heart thumps against your chest, rattling your ribcage knowing there's no chance he and Chris showed up without the one person you've been waiting all week to see, sure enough there he is, though he's not even looking in your direction instead his eyes are glued to his phone screen with both headphones in, obviously not wanting to be here in the slightest.

You greet the boys not really paying any mind to anything being said, keeping your attention on Arthur the whole time. finally, once the four of your friends are distracted, you slip off your barstool and join him at the table he was sitting at alone, "You alright?" your question hangs in the air as you sink your teeth into the plush of your lower lip, "Fine, thanks," he replies dryly going out of his way to seem as uninterested as possible.

Scoffing, you snatch his phone from his hand, pausing whatever was playing on his Spotify, "Talk to me, please? I missed you." His eyes soften at your words as he fights with himself not to give in to you too easily, "missed you too," he mumbles as he picks at the skin on his fingers anxiously wanting to spew all the thoughts he's having about the two of you. Together.

Luckily for him, you beat him to it, "I wanna be with you," your words are lost to him at first as he sputters, not truly believing what he's just heard. He hates the way you can read his mind, "Like, seriously, I mean it, but we can't" he shakes his head bitterly, thinking this has to be some sort of sick joke you and Becky had strewn together.

"Do you know how many times I've heard that, y/n? I mean, seriously, tell it to someone else." He sounds so dismissive, and it hurts, but nothing hurts as bad as the sight of tears welling up in his pretty eyes. You just sit there, looking at him blankly with a lump forming in your throat, searching his eyes for something other than what he's said, but you can't seem to find it.

You scoff sliding his phone across the table back to him, "Right, sorry," you nod biting at the skin on the inside of your cheek, you turn on your heels and Arthur hates the look that you give him over your shoulder as you wrap your arms around yourself, like you see right through his attitude into the deeper side of things.

When you return George is wearing the glasses you mistakenly left in now-drunk Becky's purse, faking your accent in the worst way you've ever heard, "Those are prescription, you're gonna hurt your eyes," you sigh shaking your head, doing your best to smile. You pull them away from his face by the bridge, folding them to tuck into the v of your top, "Think 'm gonna get going," you mumble, avoiding everyone's eyes as the laughter dies down.

"So soonnnn?" Becky pouts jutting out her bottom lip for good measure, tucking your phone into your back pocket, murmuring something about how you have to film in the morning. Your friends say goodbye as you go around hugging everyone, when you get to Chris he pulls you in and whispers into your ear, "Take Arthur with you, please? He's bloody miserable." His breath is hot and riddled with the smell of beer as it fans across your face.

From across the room, Arthur feels his blood run hot as Chris whispers something to you and his hand lingers on your waist for longer than he deems friendly or comfortable, rolling his eyes he nibbles at the dry skin on his bottom lip until he begins to notice the familiar metallic taste of blood linger on his tongue. Nothing about this evening was going well and it just seems like lives trying to get back at him for something he doesn't even know he's done.

He was too busy in his own head to notice your presence just next to him, "C'mon, my uber's waiting," nearly falling off his stool as your words snapped him from the trance he was in, "Not up for it tonight," you scoff at his words, of course, he's thinking the opposite of what you had planned.

"Don't want you to fuck me, just wanna spend time with you," His brows raise involuntarily at your bluntness, a smirk playing on his lips, knowing you can't stay away just as much as he, boosts his confidence every damn time.

He doesn't find it in himself to reject you again, simply sliding off the still and interlocking your fingers, hoping to God every one of your friends is watching. As you make it outside your uber is in fact not there, he's about a mile out so you lean against the brick wall, Arthur's close proximity looming over you, "What was Chris on about?" Your drooping eyes shoot open, and the jealousy in his voice makes you smirk, seeing an opportunity to toy with him, just a bit,

"What's it to you," you shoot back, arms crossed over your chest he steps closer suddenly invading your space, his cologne which so happens to be your favorite begins to cloud your nose and mind as your chest rises and falls, adrenaline coursing through your veins. "You know exactly what it is to me, sweetheart."

His thumb and forefinger grip your chin forcing you to meet his eyes, the rings of his hands are cold against your heating face, "If 'm going home with you, I suggest you share." Your breath hitches at the dominance that's suddenly radiating off him, you fight the urge to let your eyes roll back into your head as his breath fans across your face, instead letting them fall closed once more.

You swallow, once more allowing eye contact, "He thought you were miserable and I should take you home with me." The smirk on your face makes Arthur regret ever telling Chris and George about how he'd wanted to spend more time with you. "I want to give this a shot," he scans your face waiting for you to remind him how you shouldn't but you don't say anything else.

"You mean it," his thumb rubs circles on the exposed skin of your hip, you nod, knowing words would betray you, "Need to hear you say it," he sounds breathless, looking at you with hopeful raised eyebrows.

"I wanna be your girlfriend-" his lips meet yours before you can even finish your thought, both hands cupping cupping your face. A wolf whistle comes from your immediate left and he pulls away but doesn't step back, shielding you from view, though you see over his shoulder as both George and Arthur hand Becky what look to be ten-pound notes.

[bump1nthen1ght]

A Very Monstrous Kinktober (2024) Day 28 - Sex Pollen

Kink: Sex Pollen

Pairing: F!Reader x F!Plant Monster

Other Kinks: Light Bondage, Slight Sweat Kink

Warnings: Dubious Consent

Word Count: 1457 words

Kinktober Masterlist

Sometimes, curiosity really does kill the cat.

That’s the last coherent thought you had when you stumbled onto the bush, falling to the ground as plumes of alien pollen quickly fill the air around you. Your panic makes you take in deep heaving breaths, practically snorting the foreign contaminant like a drug.That’s probably why they recommended wearing the gas mask at all times, even if that atmosphere on this planet was comparable to your own.

Fuck, fuck!

Maybe it’s just placebo, but already your body temperature has gone up, your heart rate increasing, more and more of the pollen stuffing up your nose. You have the wherewithal to shove your shirt collar over your face, but not before your legs give out from under you.

You lie flat on the ground, ensconced in ankle-height vegetation as the yellow dust settles onto your clothes, coating you like powdered sugar. Your vision is starting to haze, your body in an absolute panic as it tries to move, but can’t. Your muscles feel sluggish and heavy, some kind of burning sensation under the skin sapping all your energy.

It’s so….hot.

The panic begins to slip away. You’re still hot, your heart still beats, but it’s more…pleasant. It sends goosebumps down your spine, has your body relaxing and legs spreading open. Something long and slippery rubs at your thigh and you don’t even react, just sink into the touch.

“Well, aren’t you a cutie?”

Something in the shape of a hand grips your jaw, breath exhaling across your lips as your eyes struggle to catch focus.

The pollen must be a hallucinogenic, because your eyes swear there’s a woman on top of you. You can’t see her that well, vision still spotted and blurry, but her curvaceous form is unmistakable.

Your mouth is open, words dead in your mouth, only a faltered breath coming out. Something nudges against the crotch of your pants and makes your whole body flinch. Woah, since when have you been so sensitive?

“It must be my lucky day.” The seductive female voice purrs in your ear, chases away your anxiety as more and more tendrils wrap around your arms and legs, pulling you to lie spread eagle. You still struggle to see in her entirety, even when she straddles your waist. “I snared such an adorable little thing in my trap.”

The vines constrict, shooting an aching feeling straight down to your core. You become aware of just how wet you are, the center of your panties soaked through and sticking to your khakis. Your thighs try to close and rub together, provide some friction, but only makes the vines tighten. A keening whine comes from the back of your throat, your hips canting upward.

“So receptive already.” The figure lets out an airy chuckle. “You didn’t huff that much darling.”

The hand moves up the side of your face, the backs of knuckles brushing along your jaw. Your vision has begun to clear up, the vague shapes of a face registering in your mind. Just certainly not a human face.

The creature’s ‘skin’ is a light shade of green, her lips painted a sultry red, less like lipstick and more like a warning sign for wayward bugs. Something brushes against the side of your neck, hanging of her head like hair, but feeling far more like the leaves of weeping willow.

You’re more coherent mind would be fascinated, asking a billion questions about this new creature, about this new species you just discovered. But your drugged mind is a little more focused on one thing, and it's the vines currently trying to pry open your pants.

“A-ah!” something jolts up your stomach when a bold vine sneaks down the crotch of your underwear, slotting itself between your pussy lips. It writhes against your cunt like a massager, already drenched in your slick. Your hips roll against the pressure, your clit throbbing against it.

“Hmmm.” The creature licks her lips, revealing a long and ribbed purple tongue. The thought of that on you makes your thighs clenched, legs hugging the side of the vine like it’s a stripper pole. “You taste good.” The creature hums, licking a stripe up the side of your face. The entanglements of vines shudder around you, the connected whole of this creatures body soaking up every inch of you. Something not too different from a hand grabs at the bottom of your shirt, forcing it past your sports bra so more vines can encircle your waist. The creature moves her face down from yours to your chest, nostrils flaring as she takes a deep whiff of your pheromones. “So good.” She whispers to herself, tongueing at the sides of your bra. It’s the most soaked from your hike through the forest, the salty sweat clinging the fabric to your sides.

After she’s sucked on the fabric long enough, the creature pushes up the bra, mouth latching onto your perked nipples and swirling her tongue around. Like a kid in a candy shop, she indulges in her treat, more vines joining to grab at your other one.

“Mmmph.” The creature coos, nuzzling her face into your boobs. Nails dig into the fatty flesh, making you jolt and forcing your hips against the vines. Another shock travels up your core, fresh slick gushing from your cunt. You don’t think you ever been this wet in your entire life.

The creatures licks down and down your stomach, her eyes going cross as she tastes more and more of you. Once she reaches your mound she nuzzles into your pubic hair, taking a deep whiff before the vine on your pussy movies out of the way. All of the vines shudder, wrapping tight around your extremities and pulling you open.

“Eek!” You yelp when her hand pushes back at your labial hood, covetous eyes admiring your bulging clit. That swirling tongue taps at it, rewarded by another flood of your juices.

“All for me.” The creature purrs, diving tongue first into your pussy, only focused on getting more of the taste in her mouth.

“O-ohhh.” Your mouth hangs open, breaths heavy and panting as the alien feasts on your cunt. Those ribbed sides do just as intended, stimulating your gummy walls and making you gush onto her jaw. It feels like she’s setting off firecrackers in your belly, writhing that long tongue and trying to find your g-spot.

“Oh, fuck!” Your hips roll onto her face, your clit nudging right against her nose. You can feel her lips curling up into a smirk. Seems she found it.

Her tongue is just a prehensile as her vines, pressing hard onto the sensitive spot, curling backwards and making your vision go spotty. Vines curl around your tits, pressing them together, forcing your sweat to pool at the valley in between. Like snakes they slither in between, constricting and teasing your areolas. Your body feels like it’s melting, the heat slowly cooking your brain, a profound ache settling deep in your stomach. God, why does it feel so wonderful?

“Ah-ah-ah!” You desperately grind against her tongue, the creature and her vines letting you. She seems to enjoy watching you succumb to her trap, watch you come undone. Her nostrils flare against your pussy lips, tongue now drawing shapes onto your g-spot.

You’re so desperately close, the precipice of an explosive orgasm robbing you of words and coherent thought. The creature’s keen senses make her aware of it before you do, vines pulling taut and forcing your limbs to stay rigid, offering no escape from the overwhelming feeling. You’ll come on her tongue, that she is sure of.

“I-” You slur, the needed vocabulary robbed from your drunken mind. Vines tug at your perked nipples, make every hair on your body stand on end.

Cum.

Something whispers in the back of your mind, too delirious to realize it’s not your inner monologue but her, this fascinating creature. Another ability to add to the research log.

“Fuck!” Everything convulses when your climax hits, the sudden spray of your cum on the creature’s tongue making her wiggle with joy. You’ve never squirted before, but it seems this planet is introducing you to a lot of new experiences. The creature nuzzles her face into your pussy, coating her face in your juices, lapping at your spent hole like she’s in the desert and you’re her oasis.

Your senses return to you, but slowly. You vaguely recall the creature sidling up to your side, soft curves and vines wrapping you in an even softer embrace. Hands rub at your scalp, plush lips kissing the sude of your face. The pollen’s effects have weakened, but you’re still so hot.

“You’re all mine.”

[darlink-xoxo]

MEMORIZED BY YOU!ੈ̊♡

in which, a boy thinks he's in need of medical attention

but he's really just in love..

GIF isnt mine

─ͥ─ͦ─ͮ─ͤ➼♥

just shoto being blissfully unaware of how whipped he is 💕

read pt2 here

Warnings: Oblivious Shoto, Shoto in Denial, Puppy Love 🫶.. spelling mistakes

❥ · ﾟ₊ he blinked when a hand waved itself in front of his face. glancing at his surroundings, shoto's brows lightly scrunched together as he tried to remember where he was. oh right, he was in the middle of eating lunch in the cafeteria. turning to look at who waved in his face, he was greeted by his friends looking at him with smug faces.

".. hello?"

"sorry to interrupt you todoroki, but you were spaced out for a few minutes now." izuku spoke with a small smile.

ochako leaned over towards tsu and whispered something, before both started giggling with fox grins. shoto blinked, confusion clear on his face, he looked towards tenya who cleared his throat.

the engine quirk user pointed behind him to a table over with a sly smile on his face. shoto's head tilted as he looked over, his breath seemed to leave him as his eyes landed on a particular someone..

their name was y/n, one of the top students of class 1b. his surroundings left his mind once more, his vision turned tunneled, and it narrowed in on them. just how much time had passed? he couldn't say.

it was like they managed to stop his world from spinning, they kept him grounded, while also making him throw away any rationality he might've had. he felt lightheaded, did he have heartburn? or was he drunk..

wait shoto doesnt even drink

you were happily chatting with your classmates kinoko and tokage. although, it was more like kinoko was listening, while you and the dark green haired girl chatted away. you both knew that kinoko was the shy type, so you didnt forget to include her in your conversations.

as you sipped your drink, you glanced to your side to see tokage whisper something to the mushroom quirk user. it was then that kinoko covered her mouth to hide her giggles, her shoulders shaking with laughter and tokage let out loud laughs.

you flashed them a confused smile as you asked them what was up. they did nothing but laugh harder, before eventually calming down and pointing forward at the next table a couple feet away in front of you guys.

you tilted your head as you turned to face the direction where they pointed at, before being stunned when you made eye contact with a certain ice and fire user. although he seemed to snap out of whatever spell he was under, his face held a similar look of shock as yours.

you quickly glanced around you in case he was looking at someone else instead, when you found no one else you sent a confused wave in his direction. smiling at him before going back to eating your lunch

shoto responded with a wave of his own, although still stuck in a daze, he felt the corners of his lips quirk up. did.. did his quirk suddenly activate? last he remembered y/n didnt have the ability to activate someone else's quirk.. so why did he feel so warm..?

izuku lightly laughed at his love dazed classmate. how could one of class 1a's top students, be so unaware of how spell bound he looked?

"hey.. midoriya.."

"oh! yeah todoroki?"

"am.. am i sick? i feel warm all over, and i think i'm experiencing a heart attack."

the green haired male blanked as shoto was finally able to turn away from his attention capturer, "midoriya.. am i dying??"

.. eh?

"i'm serious, my mind is going blank, i think i'm experiencing cardiac arrest. i couldn't even breathe, and i zone out every time i look at them. i cant even speak.. it's like i've been brainwashed."

"pff," izuku was fighting for his life to keep his laughter in, but ultimately he failed when he heard how the rest of the table burst with laughter. ochako and tsu clutched at each other as they wheezed with giggles, while tenya repeatedly slapped at the table.

"OH MY GOSH TODOROKI!! 'AM I DYING??' HAHSHAHH THAT'S HILARIOUS!"

"wh- but i mean it! i'm not even sure recovery girl will be able to help with my situation!"

"PFFF BWAHAHAHA!! RECOVERY GIRL DEFINITELY ISNT GONNA HELP THAHAHAHAT!!"

"guys i think i might be allergic to y/n 😨"

"NO WAY AHAHAHA!!!"

you looked over at 1a's table, your eyes narrowing in on a dual quirk user. you sighed happily, finding the escapade that you were watching from afar to be funny.

kinoko nudged tokage's shoulder, and both girls turned to look at you before lightly giggling behind their hands, taking a breath to recollect themselves, kinoko reached over and prepared to wave her hand in your face.

"sorry to interrupt you y/n, but you've been zoned out for a while now." they laughed.

[luna0713hunter]

saw u were gna write for reno and i was so happy bcs i NEED reno fics bcs there js not enough😭

if u could write something like y/n has an inferiority complex towards kikoru bcs she’s always second to her and reno notices this, but on a mission y/n gets heavily injured and he comes in to help… and rest is up to you! obviously u can ignore this as well, have a good day🫶

A/n : omgs hi!!!so happy to see you requesting my dear!! And i just love your idea????? I'm honestly such a sucker for hurt/comfort trope!!!thank you for request darling~ hope you enjoy it!

Take this lonely heart

Reno Ichikawa x reader

sweet and soft,hurt/comfort,injuries and blood

Kikoru is amazing.

That's not as shocking as the first time you've seen her; she's long proven to be most talented person there is in fighting kaiju. She's a pretty girl,with her blond hair and sparkling eyes. And the way she walks like she own every room she steps inside.

She's simply amazing. And that's a well known fact by now.

Skies are blue, the night is dark and Kikoru Shinomiya is a perfect human being.

And as you watch her slice down yet another Yoju with such grace all the while you're holding your bleeding side, you cant help but to envy her. You dont hate Kikoru,no. Far from that actually. But its just frustrating; seeing her fight so effortlessly while you're struggling to keep your eyes open. She rushes around, slicing Kaiju after Kaiju down, all the while keeping her grin plastered on her face.

She looks so happy, so beautifully graceful and strong, that has your throat burning with anger towards yourself.

Why cant you be that strong?

You jump out of the way just as one of the Wyverns dives down, just in time for someone too shoot the freeze rounds. And when the rifle goes off,you know immediately who it belongs to.

You look up from where you're crouched behind a giant boulder to see Kikoru landing the finishing blow on the kaiju.

When she lands on the ground again, she gives Reno a half smile.

Jealousy burns behind your eyes as you watch Reno compliment Kikoru on her performance. You blink rapidly, trying to clear your vision ; this is a battlefield, with people trying to survive all around you. You dont have time to feel sorry for yourself. You have to fight as well; make sure every one of the Wyverns are death before they get the chance to attack any of the civilians outside the base.

You suck in a harsh breath and hold your rifle tightly as you march forward all by yourself. You know its stupid; to rush head first without any support. But the image of Kikoru and Reno has been burned in your mind, and you cant shake it off.

You need to prove yourself; to your teammates, to your captains.

To Reno above all.

Your rifle is ready to shoot when a Wyvern bursts through a building. You arms are steady, and your breath is shakey. But your aim is perfect.

Or at least, it would've been if another Wyvern hadn't dove down and knocked you off of your feet.

Your head makes contact with the concrete with a loud 'bang' that knocks the air out of your lungs. You can hear the blood rush in your ears along with a deafening ringing as you try to blink away the stars from dancing in your vision. You hear the distance sound of one of the Kaiju's screech, and you reach blindly for your rifle. When your fingers wrap around the familiar metal, you push yourself up despite your head pounding and and your whole body shaking.

You wont give up, no.

Your aim isnt as perfect as before, but when you shoot the second Wyvern in the back with your remaining release power that's probably not much, the Kaiju let's out a loud screech before exploding; sending it's blood and guts flying everywhere.

And although you probably have a concussion, you cant stop the small feeling of joy and victory that spreads across your chest.

But unfortunately, your joy is short lived ; just as you're about to limp your way back to your team, the first Wyvern comes back.

And gods above does it look angry.

The kaiju lets out a loud scream, and raises a claw and before you can even react, you feel the sharp pain explode in your side. And when you open your eyes again, you're laying on your back on the ground as blood pours out of your wounds.

You watch the Wyvern open its mouth, ready to fire, and you think its amazing how the concussion makes everything seem in slow motion. But you think it also sucks; to die in your second battle while your friends still need your help.

The blood coming from your head has made its way to your eyes, and you try to blink it away. You're so tired and dizzy from the blood lost, that you think you're hallucinating when suddenly the kaiju freezes over. Your so busy to keep your eyes open, that you dont even notice Kikoru arriving and taking down the last Wyvern in the area. Every sound seems to come from under the water and you feel awfully cold even in your special suit, but when warm hands hold your cheeks and you hear distant yelling, you know you've closed your eyes without even realizing.

"Y/n!!" The voice is panicked, worried and awfully familiar, "Y/n!open your eyes!!! don't fall asleep!!"

It takes a lot of effort, but when you finally do open your eyes, you're met with a pair of silver-violet eyes.

"Reno...?" Your voice is barely audible, but Reno hears it. He holds your hand tightly as he shifts you in his embrace, squeezing your hand with reassurance.

"Yeah its me..." He croaks, voice cracking, " I'm here... I should've been here sooner, I'm so sorry."

" 's not your fault." Your eyes flutter shut momentarily but opening once more when Reno calls your name with a small shake to your aching body, " I should've been more careful... its my fault for being so weak..."

"What are you talking about?" His hold around your shoulder tightens. You feel him getting up with you still in his embrace; he's probably taking you to the nearest medic around, "you did great. You defeated that Wyvern all by yourself. Without any backup or help."

"But I'm not..." You swallow around the lump in your throat and squeeze your eyes shut when you feel the tears starting to burn them, "I'm not as good as Kikoru. I'll never be as good as her."

Reno gives you a confused look as he rushes forward; eyes searching for the medic Haruichi had mentioned.

"Why are you comparing yourself to her?"

"Because," your sob has Reno stopping in his track; eyes wildly searching for the source of your discomfort, "because...you always keep looking at her...i know she's perfect,in everything, but no matter how hard i try, i cant...." You hide your face in his chest, " be like her for you..."

The man holding you is dead silence. You think you can hear the distant sound of explosion and your captains fighting, but no sound comes from Reno. You've lost enough blood that makes you want to just close your eyes and sleep this horrible day off, but when you feel Reno move again, it has your eyes fluttering open once more.

"Y/n," Reno's voice is stern, a tone you've ever heard when he's begging Hibino-san to not transform to his kaiju form, "look at me... please."

When you comply, he gives you a soft smile; the ones only reserved for you that has butterflies flying in your stomach.

"I dont need you to be like her for me." He pauses and shakes his head with a hint of a laugh, "hell,i dont want you to ever be like her."

You can hear the medics' shouts near by, and judging by the way Reno's face relaxes slightly, you're probably in a safe zone for now.

"I want you to be you. I want the y/n who cried when Senpai got accepted as an official officer. I want the y/n who stayed by my bedside whenever i get injured and doesn't leave until i eat something." His smile grows, softer than you've seen, "i want 'you' who's always there for me. I want 'you', who's strong, independence, and stubborn as hell and sometimes gives me heart attack." When a small giggle escapes from your bloody lips, Reno also lets out a laughter of his own.

He nods to the medic who walks by and motions for him to put you down on the nearest makeshift med. Reno gently puts you down, mindful of your injuries but as soon as you're settled, he takes hold of your hand with both of his own. He smiles, and a suddenly pink dusts his pale cheeks.

"I want the y/n... who I've fell in love with. I want you, no one else. And definitely not Kikoru." Your cheeks feel like they're on fire, but the tired smile you give him is genuine, "i mean, have you seen her? She drives me crazy!"

Your laughter is a small thing but the sound is enough to relax Reno more. The silver haired boy bends down and kisses your forehead gently; making your eyes flutter shut.

"Get some rest. I'll be back before you know it."

You watch as Reno gets up and talks with other teammates. But before he can leave, his name falls from your lips. He immediately turns around and waits for you to say whatever's on your mind with enough patients that has your heart melt in your chest.

"I love you too, Reno," you smile as his ears suddenly turn red, "be safe."

And he only turns his back to Iharu's harsh teasing and trips over his own feet.

"See you soon, babe."

[stevie-petey]

Thank you so much for the new chapter you never cease to amaze me <3. I had a blurb idea for in-between season two and three if you have time.

Bug going to visit El and hopper. She brings treats and books. She helps El basically catch up on all those years she missed out on school. She even spends time with hopper. Helping him clean up before she leaves, or giving him recipes for when El wants something. That also means helping him when it turns out to be a disaster. Teaching El to read,basic math, and spelling. Also teaching her fun stuff like how to make bracelets and how to paint her nails. Basically bug being her big sister/ female figure in her life. I think bug would give El a nickname like Ellie, I think it's so cute. The vision of bug finally having someone to give her hand me downs too. She'd also get her new stuff but only has so much money you know? Thank you mwah❤️

ah thank you for reading !!! ive been DYING to write more scenes with bug and el and hopper, so thank you for the request !!!

enjoy <3

"how do you know where i live?"

you snort at hoppers question. "hello to you too, old man."

hopper rubs his face tiredly as he leans against the doorframe. hes only just managed to kick mike out of his house, and now he has to deal with you? not happening. "go away."

"we both know i own knives."

"stab me, go ahead. youre not coming in."

before you can shove your way in, el sneaks up from behind hopper and pokes her head out the door. she had heard your voice from inside. "y/n!"

the girl shoves hopper aside and throws herself into your arms, and you gladly accept the hug. "hi, sweetheart."

it's been a few weeks since youve last seen her, being confined to your house to heal the wounds from the demodogs and tunnels. the second your mom gave you the all clear, you baked a pile of els favorite cookies and forced mike to tell you where hoppers cabin was.

which leads you to now: hugging el tightly with a backpack full of baked goods and comics to read to her.

"here for me?" el asks you, her eyes shining.

you look at hopper and smirk. "i dont know. am i here for el, hopper?"

he looks between the two of you and curses. el has her arms wrapped firmly around you and shes giving him a warning glare, daring him to say no. accepting that hes been cornered, hopper steps away from the door and motions for you to step inside. "i hate this."

you reach into your backpack and pull out a stash of peanut butter cups you had baked specifically to bribe the old man. "i brought a peace offering."

"well, why didnt you start with that?" hopper snatches the treats from you and sniffs the bag. his face melts into satisfied interest. "not bad, kid."

"i do my best." you shrug, now following el inside as she takes your hand and guides you to the couch. she sits you down and when you pull out the comics, she claps her hands in excitement.

the two of you get settled in, eating the cookies youve baked as you slowly read aloud the stories from the comics. every so often you have el try to read small portions as well, knowing she never received the necessary education due to the men who stole her childhood, and hopper cant help but watch you with el.

he sits at the kitchen table and pretends to read the newspaper, but really hes eating the peanut butter cups as he watches the way you help el sound out difficult words and giggle together. despite his annoyance towards you for showing up on his doorstep unannounced, hopper cant help but smile as he watches.

youre sweet with el, patient and understanding, and hopper now understands why joyce speaks so highly of you all the time. the woman had told him that youd been a such a gift to her family, and as hopper watches el practically light up in your presence, he finally accepts the womans words.

youre the best of the kids.

theres no denying that.

and if that means that hopper now has to make room in his cupboard for baking ingredients so that he can help you keep your own baking needs supplied, then so be it. he'll even make room for the nail polish and comics that will inevitably make their way into his home because of you.

hes happy to help you, to repay you for your kindness to el, even if hopper groans and complains the whole time.

[jeonzaxs]

amidst chaos ⋟ jjk

SUMMARY; you shouldnt harbor these feelings not amidst chaos.

pairing; jeon jungkook x reader

genre; love at first sight! zombie apocalypse!au

warnings; just two idiots in love. slight against. angst. mention of blood, bruises and death. just too much fluff i think or cliche. lower case intended.

word count; 700+

notes; another repost from my old account!! my second published baby. im pretty proud about this you could say. feedback and reblogs mean so much to me, please dont be shy to. enjoy <3

your eyes drift to the handsome looking man, a few scratches adorning his face and blood leaking from his nose, a gasp leaves your mouth as you turn back to the other who hit him, eyebrows furrowed in anger "fuck- jay, i know we cant trust him yet but you cannot give him a bleeding nose, idiot” you cuss, smacking the red head on his nape as he hisses and steps back without a word.

when your eyes meet the male again, you find yourself breathless. gold shadows the corner of your vision, and jungkook finds the surrounding mute, only your eyes and voice echoing throughout. you look away, clearing your throat, and speaking up "why are you here?” voice cautious as the man replies, "i'm Jungkook, and i was hoping you had some space for another person?" he asks, voice saccharine sweet, and you inspect him, eyes wandering over him as he rolls up his sleeves and bares his neck to show that he’s void of any bites and that he’s not infected. you nod and introduce yourself "i'm _____, i run this group". 

jungkook perks up at your name, he has seen you in class often, you were always within your book and the fact that you're running a group in this apocalypse amuses him, and he can't help but like you even more.

he lends his hand out, a boyish smile playing on his lips. You look up at him, hesitantly shaking his hands, and then your eyes glare at Jay, daring, and he clears his throat. "uh, i'm sorry" he mumbles before stepping backwards, his girlfriend tilting her head as she introduces herself "i'm lily, welcome" a small teasing smile plays on her lips as she looks at you, throwing a playful glance and to that you hiss like a cat.

jungkook wipes his bleeding nose and observes you, he likes the way you hiss, he likes the strands of hair falling to the sides of your face and wishes to push them behind. he repeats your name in his head and thinks that it definitely suits you. the small scratches and the worn out green uniform compliment your figure so much that he finds it hard to just look away. he clears his throat again, attempting conversation "well, uh do we have a schedule or something like that?" you nod to that question, but your eyes shying away from him "yes, we do. we take trips to the canteen to find food, and we also take rounds guarding at night".

he sits down by the chair beside him and asks again, curiosity brimming his head "have you guys had any attacks? any infected?" he hopes you answer again, just to hear your voice, but your friend beats it to him as she replies "yes. we’ve had around two attacks and any infected? none, yet." her face is absent of fear and he notices that all of you look calm in such a situation. 

it's been five days since the whole rupture occurred, so many died and many cried. you and your friends have survived by luck, is what you think. you're grateful that you have found this room to sleep and eat. scars litter all of your faces, most of them have dried up and you now take a look at jungkook and he seems courageous, his doe-eyes warming your heart and giving you some hope. you find some sort of safety in his being.

jeon jungkook is not unknown at all, he is the infamous heartthrob, known to be good at everything. he is disciplined and strong. He is athletic and sweet. jungkook is the one who receives endless letters on valentine's day and has a group of girls always cooing at him, but he is well mannered and does not swell with pride.

you would be lying if you said you hadn't noticed him, the first time you stepped onto campus. he turns heads everywhere he goes, and now, seeing him sitting by that chair. your heart beats faster, breathing labored. you should not be harboring such feelings in the middle of blood and screams. not when you could get bitten anytime. not amidst chaos.

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[drdemonprince]

Autistic friend anon here — thank you so much for your answer and the substack post. I was kind of stuck in the “rejection” feeling of “wait but if being autistic isn’t a bad thing then why are you so upset at the idea that YOU might be autistic”. I took it really personally and wasn’t really thinking about how much it sucks when someone acts like they know you better than you do. I’ll have to keep working through that.

I also often get stuck in the idea that “well if someone had just TOLD ME I was queer/trans/autistic then I could have figured it out sooner and life would be better” or whatever. But after many years of being out as queer/trans, I think that isn’t actually true and even if it is, I don’t interact with other possibly queer/trans people by “diagnosing” them with queerness/transness any more. In my head it seemed like autism was different for some reason, but of course it is not.

Anyway, your answer was really thoughtful and diplomatic, while also being very clear about what is bad behavior on my part. It is genuinely going to be a big benefit in my life.

Hey, nice to hear from you again!

I totally feel you. When I told a friend years ago that I thought she might be a BPDer, I was incensed that she ended up not taking that comment well. I meant it in an affirming, pro-Mad-Pride kinda way! I was a BPDer too! if she thought it was bad to be BPD, what did that mean she thought about me?

But I was looking at it the wrong way. I had just hurled a still very stigmatized label in her direction as a response to her complaining about real relational struggles in her life, which felt diminishing and presumptive. Telling various people in my life that I'm pretty sure they're Autistic can have a similar effect, even if they're on board Autism acceptance as an idea.

I used to fixate on the time I lost not realizing I was trans or queer or whatever the fuck I am yet. I had a vision of an older me materializing before me at age 16, specifically on the corn-lined roads I used to bike up and down furiously, and imagined telling myself the Truth of who I was and what I had to do to be happy. I believed that if i had known I was trans younger I would have avoided a lot of upsetting relationships, eating disordered periods, and general angst.

Now. I am pretty damn sure that is not true. It turns out that being trans was not a solution to all my problems, it was just another problem that I had. In the sense that it's a challenge to navigate on this bitch of an earth. if i hadn't chosen to be trans i would have chosen some other shit to do that also would have been a major pain in the ass i'm sure. that too would have been an interesting back story.

I dont think I was ever going to be outgoing and unneurotic and breezily well adjusted. That's not my lot in life. Feeling a little uncomfortable in my body and around other people is as definitional a part of me as my wit or my weird laugh. I can kinda love that about myself now, or at least accept it. nothing and nobody actually could have saved me. its just not that simple. but it's been a pretty interesting life.

i think we tend to impose our self-narratives onto other people when we are not happy or we are harboring deep regrets about having gotten something wrong or missed something in the past. but we cant spare our friends those journeys. they should get to have them. it's interesting and enriching to get things wrong, be in denial, cope in elaborate stupid ways, soul search, change our minds, miss something, find something, never know what's true.

[elliespeach]

no chances epilogue | ellie williams

pairing: ellie williams x afab reader synopsis: ellie and you have been dating now for six months, and she's surprising you for your six month anniversary with something she knows both of you will love. warnings: cute lovey dovey relationship shit. chronically single ppl beware. (me) author note: i am so bad with fluff i TRIED but thats a wrap on no chances!! thank you all for loving this series as much as i do, i cant put it into words how much i love u guys <333

six months later 

“els, i told you i don’t like surprises,” you spoke, hanging onto your girlfriends arm for dear life while she walked you to wherever she had planned. the bandana over your eyes was tied loosely, and from the bottom of them you could see you were walking on concrete.

“yeah, well, you didn’t like me at first either.” ellie chuckled beside you, slowly guiding you to the left.

“you can't keep using that as your argument for everything,” you said with a hint of fake annoyance in your voice. 

ellie clicked her tongue at the top of her mouth, “i can and i will,” she stopped, leading you to stop as well, “stairs, be careful–” you watched your feet out of the bottom of the bandana and carefully walked up the few steps. 

“i wouldn’t have to if you just let me see,” you remarked as ellie let go of your arm briefly and you heard the sound of a door opening before her hand was placed on your back and she carried on leading you to her surprise. 

“soon, baby, were almost there.” she cooed beside you. the floor beneath you looked familiar but you couldn’t place it just yet.

“you said that like thirty minutes ago,” 

“my god, would you just shut up and let me surprise you?” 

“fine,” another door opened, although it didn’t sound like a regular door and when ellie ushered you inside the floor was that of a gymnasium floor. “els, where are w–” 

“wait, stay there, don’t look yet,” ellie’s hand on your back vanished and you could hear her jogging away, her feet screeching on the floor as she did. there were a few more seconds of silence and then she spoke again, this time her voice echoed, “okay, you can take it off.” 

you could practically see her dumb smile before you even took off the bandana. but you didn’t waste time before ripping it off and your eyes took a second to adjust to the light after being blinded for over an hour. when your vision cleared you saw ellie standing next to a volleyball net. 

you looked around and it was the same gymnasium from your games last year and before you could ask why she brought you here, you turned your attention back to her and saw she had set up a small picnic blanket. there was food and drinks splayed across it, along with a perfectly white volleyball. 

“surpriseee,” she dragged out, obviously proud of herself. 

“how did you–” 

“don’t worry about how,” she assured you. she didn’t want you to know the lengths it took for the community center to let her have the whole gym to herself, it took a lot of convincing and put a large dent in her bank account, but it was worth it for her. “cmon, come sit.” 

you walked up to her first, giving her a kiss before sitting down on the blanket. ellie sat in front of you, and began to nibble on the strawberries she had laid out. “this is incredible els, thank you. but why the ball?” you asked, picking it up and bouncing it in your hands. 

ellie lifted a strawberry from the pack and held it out for you and when you went to reach for it she snaked it back, shaking her head. she then held it out for you again, this time much closer and you giggled as she fed it to you. “figured that after we eat, we could do a one on one. y’know, see who the best libero actually is.” 

you swallowed the strawberry, “i’m your girlfriend now you are legally required to tell me i’m better,” 

“not how it works, babe.” 

“alright, williams, you’re on.” 

you two were only meant to be in the gymnasium for an hour, maybe two tops. but once you had stopped eating and started to play, the hours ticked by like they were nothing. both of you sweaty messes on either side of the court, sending the ball flying with each hit. you’d think with how loving ellie was as a girlfriend that she would let you win, but that was the furthest thing from what was happening. 

she would send you diving for the ball on all ends of your court, laughing as she did. you didn’t go easy on her either, in fact you were putting all your effort in to make her run from one side to another as well and everytime the ball hit the floor on her side you’d cheer for yourself. anytime you thought she was going to give up and accept defeat she would say, “one more serve, i got distracted,” or “c’mon that was totally out of bounds, i want a do over–” 

it was only when the janitors knocked on the gym doors that you two stopped. it had been hours since you had arrived and you both realized the community center was closing, “what was the score? twenty two to sixteen?” you gloated as you left the gym, holding the door for ellie while she carried the blanket out with her. 

“yeah, because we got interrupted,” ellie’s eyes rolled, this time she held the exit door open for you and you both stepped out into the chilly night air. 

“mhm, sure,” you turned back to her as the door shut behind her. she shifted the blanket to her opposite arm as she walked up beside you, planting a delicate kiss on your cheek. you turned your head when she retracted and pulled her face into a real kiss. “that was perfect, thank you.” 

“anything for you,” she smiled at you before you started to go down the steps and she spoke as she tried to catch up with you, “but we’re coming back, i want a do over!” 

[meggannn]

atsv rewatch notes that i forgot to share

in gwen's flashback, mr stacy says "why wear a mask if you've got nothing to hide?" may parker says "no politics at the dinner table," and gwen pointedly says "thank you, may" to which may winks at her. does may know she's spider-woman?? that would definitely add another layer of angst if may thinks she's responsible for her nephew's death as well

gwen goes to visions academy in her universe too, evidenced by the logo on the drums she plays and the shirt her dad's wearing. so no wonder she could sneak her way around in 1610, but also, her school seems to be in chelsea (manhattan) not brooklyn? unless their band practice is just in chelsea and they stole a drum set from brooklyn lol

one of gwen's posters just says SOCIAL MEDIA lmao

the fact that in gwen's touching selfie of her and miles you can still see peter's sweatpants legs in the background from where he's passed out on the bus is so funny to me

65's police department is also called PDNY, so i guess peter's NYPD in 616 is the odd one out

captain stacy calls his partner "yuri"! i assume it's 65's yuri watanabe?? (edit, the director's commentary confirms this)

according to his arrest log, the vulture was a middle school secretary before being arrested lmao

i just realized we were going to get miguel's backstory and then gwen interrupts it because she doesn't care. so i guess my theory about miles being the only one who can interrupt others' monologues because he's an anomaly is incorrect lmao

i didnt realize before the helicopter crashes, she looked at miguel and miguel nodded, implying "i'll get them" for him to clear the way while she handles the people in the helicopter. i think her competence and flexibility are why he changed his mind on bringing her to the team, along with her dad ofc

a reactor pointed this out (Lupa from YaBoyRoshi) but when gwen is pleading to her dad not to arrest her, he and the colors behind him literally become divided with a dark blue line against white background. i interpreted this as a metaphor for his indecisiveness but it's also. literally. showing a thin blue line foreshadowing his choice. that's insane

gwen saying "i don't know how to fix this." and miguel tosses her a watch after saying "yeah, well, join the club"—didn't realize this had two meanings lol, one inviting her to the society but also admitting he doesn't know how to fix any of this

i'm very impressed by how much they put into the spot on a rewatch, like the voice acting is excellent and they made him jiggle up and down going "this is real!" when he meets miles. it's so cute. like all the extra details just make it great

lmao when miles does his intro he shows himself growing like a head taller than gwen, and about as tall as peter b and noir?? ldkfjdlfk im sorry buddy you're not quite there yet

during miles's intro he meshes the past year with his current fight with spot, and he narrates beating up bad guys with a bunch of shots of him punching villains—then it cuts to him failing to punch the spot; quickly followed by the spot and miles tied in a bunch of weird scenarios with the dimensional holes, including miles's face on ohnn's body, all played for comedy. foreshadowing baby

all of the jeopardy categories when miles hosts are spider-themed. "swingin' in the rain" "arachnidioms" "spider sense & sensibility" "the wide web world" "thwip it" and i cant read the last one

not only does miles's baby powder apology video have more dislikes than actual views (69 million to 10 million, yes, a 69 joke), a youtube comment also says "old spider-man didn't need baby powder" so the youtube comments section is wrong in every universe

in his mustache apology video, once again there are more dislikes than views (70 mill to 11 mill) and a comment says "i heard it was made from actual spider legs tho fr"

miles drew his friends over his subway mural and everyone's always in cool action poses EXCEPT PETER who also gets a shot of him sloppily eating a burger oh my god. it cracks me up he draws more of the other spiders but so little of peter lkdfjld. but this is sweet tbh i hope somehow the gang sees this in btsv :(((

at the counselor meeting: "you thought i could do something special. and now i think so, too. and the special thing i want to do is this. there are people out there who can literally teach me the things i want to learn. and they're not all in brooklyn" my heart hurts

when the spot destroys a building in the lego verse someone goes "does anyone have the instructions for this building??" lmao

when miles is hanging with gwen, you can hear him faintly say "no it's not the greek burger place" and we don't know what he's replying to but. what's the bet he told gwen how terrible peter's favorite burger place was on the bus back from alchemax and it's an inside joke between them

miles left his jordans in a random alley in brooklyn chasing after gwen!!! MILES!! (but then later when he's trapped in 42, they glitch back onto his feet???)

miles still swings using the same bounce-crouch he learned from peter im gonna die. you can see it esp when compared against pavitr and gwen when they face the spot

i thought i missed when miles picked up an empenada but i didnt, they literally just cut straight from jess mentioning them to miguel's narration then miles walking down the hallway with it. did miles ask jess+gwen+hobie to stop by the cafeteria first lkfdjlf.

miles bounces when miguel's lift starts to descend. he's so excited to meet him :(

peter says mayday took a crap and then he takes her offscreen but. he doesn't actually change her diaper. mayday was sitting in a dirty diaper that whole chase and somehow wasn't upset? or are we supposed to believe that large spiderweb mayday bounces off of (which we never actually see getting built between one shot and the next) was being used as a very quick one-second changing station? lmfao peter

sun spider says "miles, i'm a huge fan of your work" which. wow everyone not only knows about miles's situation but follows his actions in 1610???? wtf. also does miles have fans?? (aside from the og gang)

after seeing how frustrated/desperate peter gets to have miles hold may, i'm 100% convinced he knew when miles entered the society, ran back home to grab his baby, and came back to nueva york just specifically so miles could meet may, but it turned into a shitshow and now he just hopes THIS conversation can go well if he can make it happen like he imagined in his head. like aww, but also peter, he doesn't want to talk about your daughter right now, he wants to talk about his dad lol. right words, wrong time

and peter doesn't even bother trying to escape the webs miles traps him in, he just kind of hangs there angrily?? lfkjlf

the text around hobie's portals reads ENTER PORTAL with an arrow, NEXT STOP, EXIT STOP, i think MIND THE GAP, a weather report, and i think miles's name?? maybe also 616, miles's dimension?

when miles realizes he's in the wrong dimension, the same leitmotif plays from the first movie when he walks down the school hall realizing something was different after the spider bite

miles's terror and joy at seeing aaron in 42 is palpable. he will always love and miss him, he will probably always wish he could speak to and ask aaron for help again, but he will never forget being chased by the prowler, and aaron about to kill him on the rooftop. i think some part of him will forever be that kid scared of the person in the prowler mask—or at least wondering what that person is capable of, how far that person is willing to go to get what they want—which is a very fitting question considering he then faces another miles behind the prowler mask shortly after. i suspect in btsv he'll have to ask himself the lengths he is willing to go to, in this universe or the next, to save the people he loves. heartbreaking

i adore the telltale art style of earth-42, it's so gorgeous and noir-like, reminds me of the wolf among us

[bridgyrose]

Great job as always!

How about part 2 of the Army of a Rose AU?

“Do you think she’s defective?” 

“She’s not one of ours!” 

“But she could be!” 

“She was with my sister and her friends! That is the real Ruby Rose!” 

Ruby slowly came to, listening to the voices argue as she tried to piece everything together. White cloaks, other Rubys, grimm running down the streets and all the buildings boarded up, none of it seemed right. Her vision started to clear up as she found herself looking up at a white ceiling with bright lights. “W-where am I?” 

“You’re in the medical wing. You seemed to have an accident down in Mantle.” 

Ruby sat up once she recognized the voice and slowly looked over to see Winter standing next to her along with one of the Atlas scientists. Her eyes caught a white cloak, and the Ruby wearing it standing at attention. “What’s going on? And why are there so many… mes?” 

The scientist practically beamed as he moved to his computer. “Its a project to finally find a way to keep everyone safe from the grimm! We can use your DNA-” 

“You’re dismissed,” Winter interrupted with a calm tone. 

“But Specialist-” 

“I said you’re dismissed. Now that Ruby is awake, I should take her back to her friends.” 

Ruby watched as the scientist grumbled out of the room, her own head spinning with questions she had. “What did he mean?” 

Winter sighed and sat down next to Ruby. “After Beacon fell and Qrow found you at the top of the tower, no one was certain if you were going to wake up. And with what happened to the wyvern at the top, we figured you had something to do with that. I was against it, but the General insisted we take a lock of your hair and use that to create another you. In case you never woke up.” 

“And… why so many of me?” 

“The first clone of you was a success… until it tried to fight a grimm. After a few more attempts, we finally managed to create an ideal weapon against the grimm. And it proved effective enough that we have created a battalion of grimm slayers to keep Mantle and Atlas safe.” 

“They’re… good… I guess.” Ruby sighed and stood up. “And my friends? They’re okay, right?” 

Winter nodded and stood up, scroll in hand as she dimmed the lights to the room. “All misunderstandings have been cleared up and they’re in their assigned dorms. I can take you to your team if you wish.” 

“Please.” 

“Then follow me.” 

Ruby nodded and followed after Winter through the halls of Atlas, her eyes still focused on each Ruby they passed by. Every single one of them looked the same: white cloak, short hair, silver eyes that seemed to shine in the light, Atlas military uniform, combat blades and guns sheathed and holstered to their hips. She had so many more questions, and a lot of discomfort with seeing so many of herself around Atlas following orders to the General. The same General that had Mantle on lockdown with a curfew. Her gut twisted in on itself as they stopped in an elevator. 

“I know this is a lot to take in, but we’re doing this for the good of the kingdoms,” Winter said as she put her scroll away. “Your silver eyes are special and as long as your clones continue to work, we can find a way to keep from putting others in danger.” 

Others that arent clones… Ruby thought to herself. “But why me? Why cant Atlas continue producing the robotic soldiers they have? That was the point, wasn’t it?” 

“The general has started to grow a bit more paranoid about the soldiers we have been producing. Beacon showed him that even Atlas technology isnt infallible and that having a more human element will make things easier. Better. Your dorm is just down the hall and the fifth door on the right. Please rest up, the General will speak to you and your team in a few hours.” 

Ruby nodded and started to make her way down the hall as the elevator opened. Everything about this felt wrong. Cloning her without permission, using those clones as fodder against the grimm in a desperate attempt to keep the kingdoms safe, the disregard the Atlas military gave to her own rights and those of her clones, treating them like machines… the more she thought about it the more she hated the idea. 

Finally, she paused as she watched a familiar face with bright green eyes and red hair walk through the hallway intersection, accompanied by another one of the Rubys. Her heart skipped a beat, then shattered as she watched Penny kiss the Ruby and rush off. She took a breath to calm herself, legs starting to shake as her head spun with more questions… and as the hallway started to swirl around her before she hit her head on the ground with a loud thud.

[sugarfeemaster]

Back at it again wit the tiktok audios

(Its a Steven universe reference btw)

Zushi and Killua where training together. After Killua and Gon parted Killua didn't have much to do to stay on his feet so he decided to visit Zushi whom was baffled by how strong killua has gotten during the time they separated aswell. Since Alluka was Zushi's age they both grew a close friendship. Killua and Zushi's meets went from play fighting to Killua seriously training him as long as Zushi promised to protect Alluka if anything happens to him. Zushi figures that he was just being a protective worry wort and if Alluka really want to learn how to protect herself then he can teach her nen, in which she wanted to. She knows that Killua can't and shouldn't give the rest of his life to pretect her. Zushi began teaching her the beginning of everything...

It was the middle of a fight. Zushi was beginning to tired out. Killua was being a smart asswhole "come on man all you have to do is take this ball from my hand then I'll let you rest. I cant make it any simpler" he hasn't moved from the spot he's been standing in for almost two hours now. Alluka grew tired of waiting. Zushi usually teaches her after his battles with Killua and at this point he'll physically wont be able to. Alluka stares at Zushi as if she was begging to join his side in the fight and Zushi quickly gave in and gave her a nod. She proceeds to run over to Zushi taking his side. Killua seems confused "Alluka please go sit down you're getting in the way"Killua said in a playfull sibling arguing way "You're rules dont have anything against me joining the fight big brother! I'll be a distraction!" She gave Zushi a smile and he returned it before both charging at Killua at the same time. Killua grew frustrated and dodged Zushi's attack by attempting to kick him out the way but Alluka blocked it for him so he have an opening. Killua was so focused on reeling back the power he put in the kick to not hurt Alluka that he ended up finally moving away from the spot. This happened again before Killua accidentally hit Alluka with his full strength causing her to basically fly back but Zushi caught her causing both of them to tumble back. "Fuck- Alluka! Are you okay!?" A wave a guilt crashed over him as he ran to help them but paused at the sight.

"No! In a real battle you wont be able to dodge attacks for Zushi!" Killua fussed in disapproval "Yes I will! I'll become powerful enough to!" she snapped back "Alluka you dont know that. You don't know anything about fighting." "Yes I do! I know nen and once I'm stronger, if Zushi ever has to fight we're going to fight together!" She seems more encouraged to do so. "That's right!" Zushi cheered giving her a high-five. Killua soon became blinded with his emotions "You shouldn't be anywhere near the fight. You're too important!" This time he seemed more angered. "I am not!" Alluka argued back. "Yes you are!" "No!" Zushi was just in the middle of it all not knowing what to say in this argument. "WHY WONT YOU JUST LET ME DO THIS FOR YOU GON!" A silence fell amongst the three for what seemed to be a long dragged out minute until it was broken by Killua's sigh of him noticing his mistake. "I.. I mean.. let HIM do this." he brushed away the few tears that blurred his vision and avoided eye contact as he spoke. "Why wont you let Zushi do this.. for you" He dropped the now deflated ball and cleared his throat "That's enough for today Zushi, you two can go play or whatever... I'm heading home Alluka, we'll speak on this after Zushi walks you back" Killua turned his heels and withdrew from the field. Alluka and Zushi remained sitting on the ground, an awkward silence filled the between them.

[laffy-taffy-creations]

Welcome to day 17!!!!!

This fic was cross-posted on AO3 here

Currents of Past and the Shocks of Present

Collar | Touch Aversion | "Leave me alone"

Fandom: My Hero Academia

Words: 1,741

Warnings: electrocution, shock collar, PTSD episode, mentioned AND implied kidnapping, temporary memory loss/repression, let me know if I missed something

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“Okay, today’s exercise is a little different,” the teacher in charge of today’s training started out with.

What a way to begin your explanation.

“You’ll all be set up with sensors and shock collars. Now, before anybody freaks out, all of them will be set on the lowest setting. It should be no more than a tingle. We’ll be going until the last person standing, once yours goes off, you’re out.”

There was a chorus of affirmation. I didnt nod. I didnt say anything. Who’s sick idea was this?

I reluctantly let the ones running the simulation put the wretched thing around my neck.

“What would happen if ours malfunctions? Are we able to contact anyone?” I had to know my options.

“If something goes wrong, you’ll be able to talk to us in the surveillance room with the code words ‘hello HQ’, much like if you were in a real mission.”

I nodded. At least there was a contingency. That was good. The discomfort of one of these on my neck again was something I wasn’t able to shake. I gave it 10 minutes maximum before I was thrown into an episode or forced myself out of the simulation.

We were given a few minutes to spread out in the fake forest. I immediately ran upon being released. There was a small area I came across that I settled into. A dense amount of trees. Hopefully nothing would go wrong. Hopefully nobody would find me.

My hand wandered up to the collar. I couldn’t just break it. Fingers traced along a familiar surface. They found the strength dial.

The number is so low… I thought on my file it said maximum strength…

The forest around me transformed into something familiar. The trees hiding me from the sun. Hiding me from the doctors. They cant know I’ve escaped. They cant know where I’m hiding.

I heard shuffling of leaves. I prayed it was an animal.

“OV?”

Who is that. How do they know my name.

“Dont hide your self with your illusions you idiot. I already know you’re there.”

“Dont get any fucking closer!”

Whoever it was stopped, startled. “Vee? Are you okay?”

Who are you. How do you know my name. Why are you using my nickname.

I finally looked at the unfamiliar voice. A girl. Purple hair. Red marks on her face.

My breathing picked up. Who are you?

“Found a pretty nice place to hide out, huh?”

“Are… are you with the doctors?” I managed. The quiver in my voice was impossible to hide.

She looked at me like I was insane. Maybe I was. There person who did this to me after all was-

“What doctors? Are you okay? Do I need to contact the pros?”

The questions overwhelmed me. Dont call the pros he’ll know where I am, he’ll find me.

I couldn’t hear over the sounds of my hyperventialation. The images flashed through my head, my vision started going fuzzy. I felt her hand touch my arm.

Pain. Blinding pain. Searing pain. Agony. Whatever the fuck you wanted to call it. It fucking hurt.

It stopped after 10 seconds. My vision cleared, I was on the ground now, and whoever this girl was looked at me in terror. Her hands were close to her ears.

Shit, I screamed didnt I. I remembered Masami saying my scream rivaled that of a hero she knew of with a voice quirk. They’re going to find me.

“Hello HQ. Uh, we have a situation, something’s going on with OV. I dont know what.”

No no no dont contact HQ-

I heard a guy’s voice ask “Was that fucking scream one of you two?”

I didnt look over. I didnt want to.

“It was OV. Something’s going on with them, I dont know what-”

“Can you two just fuck off already!” I snapped. “I dont want whatever ‘help’ you think you can provide, I dont want HQ or whatever, I dont even know who you are!”

“:..OV are you fucking insane?! What do you mean you dont fucking know us?!” He stomped over to me. I could sense him reaching towards me and Slingshotted myself a few feet further away from them.

“...YOU CAN TELEPORT?” the girl asked.

“I can do lots of shit. Leave me alone.”

“<OKAY EVERYBODY, WE’RE PUTTING AN END TO THE SIMULATION. EVERYBODY PLEASE LEAVE NOW. Bakugou, Jirou, and OV stay where you are. We'll get to you three in a moment,>” I heard from the stupid thig around my neck.

Jirou? Bakugou?

“Ohhhh shit,” I said to myself.

“What was that.”

I looked back up at the guy. I finally recognized him. It was fuzzy, but I could remember certain things about him. His name, his quirk, his general attitude. I knew this would happen.

I knew this exercise was a bad idea.

“Thi-this was a bad idea, ‘HQ’,” I whispered into the collar. I slowly regained my sense of the situation. I am Clover Morgan, I am 16, I am no longer 13, I am no longer at that stupid facility, I am not under the control of the doctors or the founder.

Not anymore.

“Where… where are we?”

“Vee. What the fuck was that,” Jirou demanded.

I sat up and took a deep breath. At least I knew her name again. “Answer my questions first, and then maybe later I’ll be able to answer yours.”

“No I think you’re gonna answer ours right fucking now-”

Bakugou reached towards me, probably intending to threaten me, and the pain started up again.

Blinding. Searing. Agonizing. The hand that had picked me up by the shirt dropped me.

I fell and looked at the two people again. I didnt recognize them. I knew I had a moment ago. Something in the back of my head continuously nagged me that they were probably safe. But the fact I’d been shocked now by both of them told me otherwise.

Based on their expressions, I dont think they meant it. I could tell by my birth quirk they hadn't meant it. They were both shocked. They were as confused as I was.

Some sort of noise came from where they both were wearing something around their necks too. It looked like the thing around mine… It looked like the thing around mine!

The guy sighed. “Call that shit off, you really think that’ll help them right now?!”

I backed up. Anger was never good. Not when you had someone like him. I could sense a powerful quirk.

He knelt down and held his hands up. A gesture of peace. That I knew. Based on his expression I could tell it wasn’t something he wanted to do. Something was going on behind the scenes. Something I wasn’t aware of.

“OV. I’m not going to fu-” he cut himself off and took a breath, “-I’m not going to hurt you. Do you recognize me.”

I shook my head.

“What do you know? It can be anything.”

“I… I dont know what I know.”

“Then start with the basics.”

“Uhm… my name is… My name is Clover Donovan Morgan, I’m… uhm…” why cant I tell what age I am?... “I was born with the Illusion quirk, and I… I have multiple…”

A look of what I only could tell was surprise because of my quirk’s connection to the mind crossed his face. “Do you know how old you are?”

“I…” I thought about it. My mind gave me conflicting answers. I felt tears of frustration running down my face. “I-I do-nt know-w…”

The girl spoke up, “You said something about multiple quirks. Maybe you tell us about that?”

I shook my head.

“How about your family? Do you remember shit about your family?” the guy asked. Who he was was coming into focus but I still couldnt quite tell.

“Uhm… Biologically, my mother’s name was Rose, she had the same quirk as me, and she was more commonly referred to with her middle name Ramona, my dad’s name was Peter and I was born with the same brown hair he has… I haven’t seen either of them in… I dont think you need to know that.”

“But you do.”

I paused. “I haven’t seen them since I was nine. If we aren’t talking about family in the biological sense, there’s Masami, Agno, Sayovai, Max, Rullo, Zharata, Indira, Relena… those are the main ones that come to mind actually when you say family.”

“Relena?” the girl asked quietly.

“Yes, Relena. I think her last name was… uhm… Himokya! That’s what her last name was. She was like a mother to me until I…” escaped. I escaped.

“Until you…?” she urged.

“U-uhm… I dont… wh-where am I?”

“UA.”

And everything came crashing back into focus. I froze realizing exactly what I’d told my classmates.

Taking a breath, I got up and pointed at each of them. “Jirou. Bakugou.” The relief was almost instant and just as mutual now that I could recognize them. Another deep breath. “You tell no one about anything that happened here. Am I understood?”

“You have some fucking explaining to do!”

“I dont owe you shit. Not an explanation. Not anything.” I started walking to the exit.

“...Vee?” Jirou said, following me.

“Yeah?”

“The pros in the surveillence room heard most of what you said.”

“Well they better shut their traps or I’m erasing their fucking memories. And whatever footage they got.”

“I dont…”

“OV,” Bakugou interrupted.

“Yeah?”

“Care to tell us why you collar was on the highest level? And why Himokya Relena, the most talked about missing person for the past half decade used to be something of a fucking family figure to you?”

“...And here I was thinking you’d ask about the multiple quirks.”

“Oh no, we’ll probably both be getting an earful from Deku about that. Now tell me.”

“Ever heard of ‘it’s not your fucking business’? Just because I told you something while I was in an unstable mental state does not make anything about it your business.”

“I’m pretty damn sure the part about you knowing where a missing person is falls under everybody’s fucking business.”

“You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.”

“At this point I think we deserve an answer,” Jirou spoke up.

I sighed and walked through the gate to the main area.

Fuck whoever thought a shock collar was a good idea for a training exercise involving teenagers.

[alkaisheonhelp]

where are you.......

it was a cold day in teyvat, everywhere the phenomenon of snow appearing is wide, it even reaches inazuma and the sumeru dessert

"huf- huft- Aether! where- are you!" lumine yell through the snow storm. hoping of finding her one and only brother though the blizzard.

the wind howl as she block her eyes to protect her vision, the snow start to build up, and the wind is hitting her body making her sway on their will, lumine fought back believing on her own determination.

"...Ine- ...umin- Lumine!" a voice. she recognized it, she recognize the voice.

'who....' she blink, clearing her vision from the frost that has build up on her lashes.

"lumine hurry! we have to run! we have no time to fight!" a hand was pulling her up. A warm pair of familiar hands.

she stood in place, building up her strength for a run to the voice.

"huft-" she took a deep breath "-i can do this."

She ran.

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gasp!

Cold sweat ran, ragged breath and a horrified expression. thats what he see's when he came to check up on her beloved sister.

"Lumine! lumine calm down."

The Glass of water that he's been holding is set down on the night stand. Hurriedly he sat on Lumine's bed, guiding her through the panic.

"Deep breath, come on lumi... inhale-" he hold his breath for a few second '1.... 2.... 3... 4....-' she heard a familiar voice in her head, as she followed what aether is doing " -Exhale... feel better yet lumi?"

He caressed her shoulder and back, making circles to sooth her nerves, and grabbing the glass of water.

"Drink."

Lumine grab the glass with shaking hands, and down the water for a few second before setting it down in her lap. for a while They both stay in the comforting presence of each other.

....

"I'll be right back lumi, im going to grab a few more blanket from the other room okay?" she nod weakly as a response.

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"you wanna talk about it sis?" 30 minutes has passed after aether goes back to grab a blanket, now they are leaning againts each other with a warm cup of cocoa.

lumine is silent for a few minutes. She took a sip from her cup.

" i cant find you-" she look down. " you were nowhere i can see aether, i was scared. i thought you were gone again- i was running in the middle of a blizzard screaming your name- i- i was scared Aether, i was in the middle of a blizzard and everything i see was white, the- the ground- the sky the snow, everywhere i see is white-" her breath quicken.

"calm down lumine." his voice stop her from her ramble, she look into his eyes, and there, she found that golden eyes she search for.. that warm golden eyes. " I'm here now... I'm not going anywhere.. okay?"

of course

she smiled, " -but you save me... i heard your voice that told me to run... and your hands... it was so warm and- little.."

hmm? why is his expression.... a pained expression... why do you have that....

"lumine... do you... feel empty?" he ask.

his body is trembling

"no... i dont feel- !!" warm and little... little?... "Aether... where... is she...?" her eyes glisten with tears.

instead of talking, Aether set his cup down along with his sister on the nightstand. took her arms and drape a blanket over both of them leading her outside.

He leads her to their small make shift garden in the tea pot. There stand a stone etch with a carving that read.

Paimon here lies the body of a friend, a teacher, a guide and the 'best traveling companion ever!'

Silence drape over them, a cold air passed through and the blanket fell off both of their shoulder.

Lumine stare at the stone with intense gaze. While Aether drop his gaze to the ground in sadness.

.......

. . . . . . . . "i'm sorry" . . . . . .

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A/N: why hello there!, its been a while since my last post hasn't it?? first of all, thank you, to all of you guys who liked my last sagau post, the next part is currently in working (i swear it is already a draft ;;) so for now have this beautifully done story for my girl Paimon!! (*cheers to self*).... why is there no paimon content in anywhere??!!! *yells in paimon lover*

[rkmoon]

Find the Word Tag

Rules: find the words in your WIP, then pick new words for the next people!

Thank you @mk-writes-stuff for the tag! Im gonna share some snippets from Project Heartless, because that's the one which has a complete draft right now. Project Heartless is dystopian fantasy with a side of mild horror. It is set in a world where you won't die even if your body is hacked to pieces, as long as your soul core is intact. So the following snippets may reflect that.

My words are fight, awake, blue, vivid

Fight

The Heartless were fighters because they were good for nothing else. Born without a heart, they were found to be unable to love, and perhaps that was why they had resorted to violence and savagery. It was a sad existence, Rainier had always thought. These people would never understand the love that made people weep with joy and cry in anguish, would never understand the thing that made people human. Because they never had a heart to begin with, they would never understand what they were missing either. More than once, Rainier wondered why people were ever born without a heart. It just seemed so cruel.

Awake (TW: mild gore)

Rainier slowly opened his eyes. For a moment, he was disoriented. Something about his vision wasn’t right. It took him a moment to realize that he couldn’t see his right periphery. Rainier noted that Serenity held an eyeball with her hand, which kind of stung and made him tear up, but she was able to pop it back into his eye just as she pulled at the blood stitches to put it back to place. Rainier blinked, and then he was seeing properly again.  "Ngghh?" he managed to moan.   Serenity gave him a smile. "Look who's awake.  Good evening, sleepy head. I fixed up your eye for you. Even warmed it up so you don't have to deal with the cold." She patted his cheek. "How does it feel? Sorry, it's the only eye we got in stock. I tried to find a shade that matched yours, but hey— maybe you'd like it being different." 

blue

"You got married?"  Rain laughed at the incredulity of Alec's tone. Of course he would be. Rain has spilled all his romantic woes about Simonne for years, only to end up married to someone who was but a stranger a few months ago. He tapped at his empty chest as he said, "Heartless now, dear. I'm not in love with Simonne anymore. And well, Vincent basically bullied Will into marrying me, so I won't have to be forced to enlist in the militia, but I think we have a good thing going. Will and I, we care for each other. I love him to bits. Not romantically, but you know… in ways I honestly can't explain." He sipped his coffee. "We're friends, but more," he said with a quirk of his lips, remembering what Blue said a long, long time ago.

Vivid - I cant find any, so I went with clear (TW: severed limb)

"In the Outer District, we settle things eye for an eye," Rain replied, and then he lifted his arm and told Danger, "Danger, cut off my arm."  Vincent's eyes widened infinitesimally as Danger walked towards Rain without missing a beat. He took the machete that was on his back, and everyone in the room stared wide-eyed as he started hacking at Rain's arm. Rain did not even wince, meeting each of the Board members' eyes, the intent and the message in his expression clear: I was one of you. Look at how I've changed. This is nothing to me now. This is the fate you put the Heartless under. Rain's arm hit the ground with a loud, wet squelch and Rain closed his eyes and took a deep breath, managing the pain. After a moment, he opened his eyes again, smiling at the crowd. "Satisfied?" 

That's all! I'm tagging @televisionjester and @thegreatbeargod-writes. Also anyone who would like to try! Your words are cute, meat, life, and rest