#i know it's not a big deal in the scheme of things but. stuff like this DOES make me feel like i'm drowning under a

[thecreelhouse]

people who use likes strictly to bookmark things and then never interact further confuse the hell out of me

[slowfuckintheafternoon]

18+ only please and thank you

Roommate Ghost who’s basically a rehomed cat.

You barely saw him at first. He’d come out of his room to do laundry, and you’d occasionally spot the back of him as he’s leaving for work, but otherwise it was like living with a ghost. A large, moody ghost who seemed to think eye contact was an unforgivable breach of privacy.

So you did the obvious thing, and coaxed him out with food. You’re lonely, he seems nice enough, and he’s also just conveniently there. It’s no big deal to make something that smells really wonderful when he’s home, and hope he’ll take the bait.

It takes three whole entire dinners. Two delicious meals without so much as a stir from his room, and you’re just about to give up on the whole scheme, when you’re finally rewarded with a tousled head poking out of his room on the third attempt.

“Want some?” you immediately pipe up, giving him an encouraging smile while you scoop noodles into your bowl. Realizing your mistake, you quickly relocate your gaze back to the food, so as not to scare him off.

Cmon, take the bait. Come on out, kitty. You know you want it.

Silent as ever, your massive roommate indeed emerges to fill his belly.

A soft, “Thanks,” is all you get for your efforts, but it thrills you. You sit there practically vibrating with glee, trying to play as cool as possible while you both eat and purposefully don’t speak to each other. There’s just chewing and silence, and the quiet clatter of spoons and forks, and you love it.

The next day, the contents of your personal grocery list have magically appeared in your refrigerator. The meat you needed, vegetables, your special milk for your cereal. Bemused, you step over to your pantry and verify that, yes, he got the dry stuff too. You weren’t planning to cook anything fancy two days in a row, but hell, if he’s around again tonight, you might as well.

But he’s not around. You don’t see him again for several weeks, never even got a text that he was leaving. You were just starting to make progress, and now it’ll all be erased when he returns. You lost your one window of opportunity for building trust, and it’ll be back to silence, back to emptiness, back to being strangers.

But to your surprise, when he does finally come home, he meows at you.

Not officially. Not in, like, actual cat language, but he drops his bag by the door and responds to your quiet greeting with a heavy sigh, and, "It’s good to be back.”

You can’t help the grin that spreads across your face, so you quickly hide it by staring at the TV.

He joins you for dinner the next time you cook. And the next. Groceries pop up like spring flowers, anything you write down, even if it’s snacks he never touches.

He starts hanging out with you while you cook. On the other side of the counter at first, looming like a dark shadow, just listening to your music and offering answers to your small talk.

You keep it light. Keep it friendly and easy, and entice him over occasionally to taste what you’re making. He starts lingering closer, letting the kitchen light touch him, leaning against your side of the counter. The scary side.

And then one day he tells you a joke. Just completely out of the blue, “What do you call an angry carrot?”

“Uhh…” you pause peeling carrots for a second, trying to wrap your head around some scenario where this is a legitimate question, because surely he's not about to tell you an actual joke. “I dunno?”

“A steamed vegetable.”

You return to your carrots with a delighted laugh. He's being friendly, he's making jokes! Best not comment on the progress he's made, because you don’t want to scare him off.

Good luck with that.

He starts following you around like an actual stray cat. You can’t bear to close the door on him, so he’s just always there, hanging out in the doorway, telling you little bits about his day while you brush your teeth for bed. He doesn’t talk a whole lot, prefers to listen to you yap, but he’s shut in his room less and less.

Except for the bad times. Simon goes through phases where he recluses himself again. Sometimes it’s only a few hours, other times it’s days, but he occasionally needs time to himself, and you don’t mind. You still get a thrill every time he appears again, metaphorically meowing at you and rubbing up against your leg.

God, you wish he would. You could use some good leg rubbing, actually.

Is he the rubbing type? He’s never made a pass at you, never touched you at all, and even the times when you’ve hung out together in your room, he always stood politely in the doorway. Always turned his head to the side when you’ve had to open your underwear drawer or spilled sauce on your shirt and had to strip it off. He’s just like that, always aware of your personal space and his, uncomfortable about the two bubbles touching without warning.

When it finally happens, it's you who's surprised.

You've just halted mid-step in the middle of the kitchen, staring down at the corner of the cabinets because you swear you just saw something move.

When all of a sudden, and actual mouse scampers across the floor, doing erratic zig zags like it's too scared to decide where to go, and all you can do is scream because it's coming right for you--

A thick arm clamps around your stomach, and your feet abruptly lose contact with the floor. You've completely lost track of the mouse, you're just frozen in shock from the fact that your whole back is glued to Simon's side, and he doesn't even bother to hold you up with both arms as he swivels around searching for where the mouse went.

"Thanks," you squeak, patting his forearm as a signal to put you down. "You're really strong, holy shit."

He grunts like he doesn't agree. "Doesn't take much to lift somebody."

Your feet touch back down to the linoleum, and you just hope your hot face isn't too evident. "Right, uh huh. Cause I could definitely lift you."

"Probably could."

You eye him skeptically, all the way from his socks, to the always-mussed hair at the top of the mountain. "I don't feel like throwing out my back, but thanks for the offer."

"I wasn't offering."

It's just small talk. Regular jokes, with his usual deadpan delivery, but you swear there was something he meant to say in those words. You try to discern them, gazing up into those brown eyes that don't mind meeting yours anymore.

It's hanging in the air, the thing he meant to say. You don't want to try and guess. It's too risky, and you might hurt yourself if you get it wrong.

"What is it, Simon? What's wrong?"

His eyes stutter for just a second, like he's ripping himself out of a train of thought. "I think you should hide in your room while I find that mouse."

Stupid, cockblocking mouse.

You don't sleep well that night. You keep thinking about your quiet roommate, end up having to jerk off at two in the morning just to get a little bit of relief, and your sleep is fretful even after that.

You ask about the mouse the next day, and he swears he not only caught it, but released it in the woods a mile away. There's absolutely no telling if he's pulling your leg or not, so you just drop it, too absorbed in the questions that were haunting you all night.

"I'm not good at... fucking."

Your head snaps up, staring wide eyed at Simon's troubled expression across the table. "What?"

"I've never been with a woman before. At least, not... like this. Wager I'll make a fool of myself, so I might as well get it out in the open."

"Oh. Um." Your heart is pounding, your mind whirling to comprehend how you got here so suddenly. He looks so scared, holding himself rigidly into place without so much as blinking, and you're taking far too long to answer at this point.

"I'm good at it," you finally tell him, hoping it sounds more comforting and less like a brag. "We can figure it out together, if it's something you want to do."

"Okay."

It takes a little while to get there. Some time to find a natural moment to take his hand in yours, for him to return the gesture by wrapping his arm around your waist and bringing your body over to his. But then his hand finds the back of your neck, and he's definitely not a beginner at kissing.

You've wanted it for so long, imagined it so often, that the press of his body against yours almost feels familiar. The seeking movements of his lips, the soft breaths coasting over your cheek. It's quiet and slow, in the corner of your shared kitchen.

He tucks your body into his, lets you saturate yourself in each second of this moment while you both learn the way the other likes to kiss. You end up in your bed soon after, just for the sake of comfort and lining up your mouths a little more conveniently.

It's easy to lose yourself in the safety of him. Your body feels at home in the muscled softness of his, in the thoughtful, patient movements of his hands exploring under your clothes. It feels like he's belonged to you far sooner than today.

His first time isn't perfect, but he makes up for his inexperience by taking his time. Laughs at your breathless, "a hole is a hole" statement, and insists on exploring with his mouth and fingers first.

Simon makes the prettiest noises when he finds your wetness waiting for him. He seems to enjoy the feeling of it on his fingers, sliding them in and out so carefully, studying the textures inside you. He tastes his own fingers, less like a scientist and more like a little kid who's discovering new flavors in the sandbox.

He makes a sound then, a warm, rumbly one, and then pulls his fingers out of his mouth to lean down and find your clit with his lips.

A hole is a hole, but there's something special about whispering little cues at him in the dark, and the way he efficiently adjusts himself, ever the dedicated soldier. A hole is a hole, but you cum like that, with your roommate's strong hand gripping your hip, and his mouth accomplishing exactly the motion you need to draw a slow, brain-melting orgasm out of you.

"Yeah, just like that," you pant a few moments later, shoving his face away from your oversensitive pussy.

Just like that.

[honeytonedhottie]

shopping tips from a professional shopaholic⋆.ೃ࿔*:･👛💕

in this post im going to give you the rundown of my all-time FAVORITE activity… shopping! and i must say im quite the professional. i’ll be talking about navigating sales, identifying deals, and finding the CUTEST stuff that’s worth ur buck…💬🎀

GOOD DEAL VS. BAD DEAL ;

let’s imagine there’s a big sale going on. $5 for 10 basic tank tops that are so cute! but the quality isn’t very good. but it doesn’t matter cuz there r 10 different tops right? WRONG. quality > price ALWAYS, sometimes cheap isn’t a good deal if it won’t last. if it’s a reasonable price for good quality than it’s a good deal, but if u have to pay a pretty penny for good quality products it’ll be worth it in the long run.

when shopping for clothes think of investing in pieces that will actually get used. imagine ur looking at two super cute hand bags, one is $50 that you’ll prob wear like twice and that you don’t anticipate will last very long and the other is $150, it’s designer and it’s high quality and goes with more outfits.

the $50 bag worn twice = $25 per wear. not worth it.

the $200 bag worn 100+ times = $2 per wear. way more value for your money.

now THATS girl math. investing in well made pieces actually saves you money in the grand scheme of things. you’ll have go to pieces, so make sure ur thinking about you’ll be wearing the piece ur about to buy.

FINDING THE GOOD STUFF ;

when shopping i love to go to the mall or online shop but ultimately THRIFTING has my heart. i’ll find these super cute pieces or pieces with loads of potential that i have a vision for, and i’ll DIY it until it’s exactly what i want. that way i have original pieces in my wardrobe that no one else does. it makes me feel like a custom barbie doll 🎀

when shopping i gravitate towards clothes within my color palette (pinks, black, browns, creams). because i know my colors and my palette so well it’s easy for me to mix and match pieces and thinks blend easier. next i check the fabric bcuz even if a piece is cute, if it won’t last i don’t bother wasting my money.

another thing i always make sure to do is try on the piece before purchasing it because the fit is also important. i want the piece to flatter my proportions. another thing i take note of is unique details that elevate that the piece already has or that i can add. some examples include…

faux furs

rhinestones

cute ruffles

always browse beyond the mannequin displays. oftentimes the best pieces are hidden in the back of the rack or in sections you wouldn’t normally check. also, don’t sleep on the kids’ or men’s sections, they have good stuff there too!

NAVIGATING SALES LIKE A PRO ;

sales are such a blessing when u know how to navigate them correctly. when theres a sale make sure to ask yourself if you'd buy that same item at full price. if not, PUT IT DOWNNN. a discount literally means shit if the item is just gonna collect dust in ur closet.

also, know what a real sale is as opposed to a fake one, some stores mark up prices just to mark them down again. do ur research and compare prices to different shops to see if you’re actually getting a deal.

PRO TIP : holiday sales and end-of-season clearances usually have the best markdowns, so that’s when i go all out and stock up...👛💕

ONLINE VS OFFLINE SHOPPING ;

the perks of online shopping include :

better for finding exclusive pieces

online only discounts and promo codes

make sure to check the reviews for something before buying anything!

the perks of offline shopping include :

you can actually try on the pieces

you see the item in person, feel the fabric, its much more intimate and personal

impulse buys are typically less tempting

to get the best from both worlds i'll do some research before shopping in person to check the quality. if I love it, i buy it right then and there. iff it’s cheaper online, i'll order it online.

REWARD SYSTEMS AND MEMBERSHIPS ;

if ur a shopaholic TAKE ADVANTAGE OF MEMBERSHIPS AND REWARD SYSTEMS, especially from shops and boutiques that u frequent.

🎀 keep track of birthday and anniversary sales

🎀 subscribe to emails

🎀 sign up for store memberships

SOME OF MY FAVORITE ONLINE SHOPS ;

🛍️ i.am.gia

🛍️ shou shou cherry

🛍️ princess polly

🛍️ prty grl beauty

🛍️ depop

🛍️ poshmark

🛍️ pieces of porcelain

[honeymoonblues]

The One Your Friends Don't Like

Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Summary: Everyone has something to say when a girl has fun with the local freak.

Word count: 2.6k

Warning: Some cursing.

A/N: I had this one on the drafts for a long time. Silly little thing. Incredibly self indulgent. I usually make my fics with a gender neutral reader, but I felt this one needed to be fem! for the sake of the plot. Please, let me know if there are any spelling errors, English is not my first language.

You had never expected it to end the way it ended. 

In fact, you distinctively remember thinking no one would ever find out that you were passing notes in class. Why would anyone know?

Except Eddie Munson had a big fucking mouth. And you had a friend in common with him (sort of). 

The thing was, you were bored. Badly. And the biology professor had this superpower of putting everyone to sleep with his monotonous voice. So it wasn’t intentional when your spaced out gaze landed on him. On Eddie Munson, of all people.

Your pencil fell to the floor because you got startled when he smirked at you. And then, came the little note.

His handwriting was hideous, but legible. The paper seemed torn from another class’ book. You didn’t write anything back. Instead, you made a little grotesque cartoon of the professor, which Eddie seemed to appreciate very much.

“You think Munson is cute?”

How the fuck had Vicki already found out about it by lunch, you had no idea. But you were about to find out.

“I don’t-”, you started, but she didn’t let you finish.

“He told me that you were staring at him,” she scoffed smugly.

God, you hated that expression on her. The smile forming on your lips was totally betraying you, but you weren’t about to give her the satisfaction.

“And since when are you friends with Eddie Munson?”

“He’s friends with Kate’s brother, you know Gareth,” she waved her hand around, “they’re in that, uh… club together, and a band. He’s always hanging out at Kate’s.”

Asking her not to make a big deal out of it was useless, you knew her mind was already scheming to set you two up.

“You’re dating this idiot?!”

There was nothing you appreciated more in your friendship with Robin than her honesty. Even if sometimes she was too honest.

“We’re not dating! We just, uh… hanged out once.”

“Yeah, well, be careful. I haven't heard too many kind things about him.”

Her tone softened, meaning she was trying her best to understand you.

The truth is, it had been a date, no matter how much Eddie and you acted like you were above all that sort of stuff. 

His handwriting had been clearer on that one note, neater, with more thought behind it. You felt his big brown eyes on you while you read it, so you knew you had to act as cool as possible. As if him inviting you to a literal date wasn’t freaking you out. You didn’t even pass the note back, you just nodded in his direction, and he smiled while twirling his hair on his finger.

In the end, Vicki didn’t even had to set you up, Eddie asked you out himself, like a big boy (kind of). 

The guys leaving the club session looked at you like you had grown a second head. 

“Band practice is down the hall”, one of them snickered. That was Gareth, you assumed.

“I know”. You narrowed your eyes, holding your saxophone case a little tighter and breathing deeply. Gosh, and these were Eddie’s friends?

Immediately after, Eddie’s big eyes sparkled when he saw you outside the classroom. 

“Hey, you made it”.

Like the other boys, he wore the club’s t-shirt but this one looked particularly clean. You saved your comments to yourself, though, and just smiled back.

The moments you were deciding where to go were the most awkward. You could tell that Eddie wasn’t used to talking to many girls. No matter how much of a peacock he acted like when he was in a ten-foot radius of a cheerleader.

If there was a contest for Weirdest Location for a First Date, Eddie and you would’ve won first place. You both agreed on going to the Hawkins’ graveyard. The place worked to ease your nerves, somehow.

Many graves had stories you’d heard over the years. And of course, the metalhead guy loved to hear about them, tagging on with his versions or additions to them.

The date went well and it definitely helped to fuel both of your delusions of being cool and oh, so edgy. In reality, you were just two nerds walking and laughing in an inappropriate place, while not having the guts to admit this was a date. 

When the “hanging out” turned to actual dates, you knew it was going to be impossible to hide it from Robin. And you braced yourself for her reaction.

“How many times did you kiss him?”

If she'd asked a day before, you would confidently say ‘three times’. But after the makeout session the night before, it wasn’t like you could keep count of that.

Your skin crawled by imagining telling this to her, so of course, you omitted the question.

“No, wait wait! Don't answer that. I need a complete timeline: from the first date to the first kiss, to now.”

You scoffed.

“What are you waiting for? Start talking.” 

Oh, she was serious about it.

So you talked, knowing there wasn’t any way of getting out of it.

She already knew about the graveyard, so there was little comment to make about it. 

The words you chose were careful, though. Robin wasn’t too thrilled about Munson at all, so you had to put effort in making him look as good as possible while keeping it in the realm of possibility. 

You spoke about how witty he was, but didn’t mention the fact that you held your breath the first time you walked into his room. Not that you were the picture of cleanliness, let’s be honest, but you had wondered just how long had it been since his sheets had seen the inside of a washing machine. (Not like that had stopped you from rolling around on his bed, anyway).

You talked of how he was actually a bookworm and really interesting to converse with, but kept quiet about how, just on your third date, he immediately asked you to stay the night after getting his hands under your shirt. 

You told Robin about his encyclopedic knowledge of music, similar to Robin's, but carefully omitted the fact that he had bitten you despite you asking him not to. You had moaned at it, either way.

Trusting him was a hard task. Sure, maybe you were paranoid, but this guy made up stories as a hobby. And even if he didn’t, he seemed too eager to impress any girl in his vicinity to be a hundred percent trustful.

“Oh, I don't believe you.” That phrase came out of your mouth so often now, it was almost funny.

“I swear! Cross my heart and hope to die.” Dramatic as always, of course.

“Sure, whatever you say, man.”

But truths and lies weren’t that important when he kissed you so sweetly. As sweet as this brute could be. It was very endearing. 

You didn’t give a fuck if that fight he was telling you about was real, or if his band was as awesome as he said, not when he pulled your hair and bit your lip in that way that made you shiver. 

Let him talk, you thought, he had a cute mouth anyway.

Between nerdy conversations about Lord of the Rings or music, and heated makeout sessions on his bed, or yours (whichever was available at the time), there was always a debate that bubbled up between you two.

“Doesn’t that fuck up your brain or whatever?” 

“princess, it’s 1986. Everyone smokes weed.” You had stopped fighting that nickname long ago, you even stopped cringing at it, somehow.

“Not everyone!” 

“Yeah, well, it’s you and Vicki against the world, then.”

It’s not like you ever expected him to change his ways; that was stupid. But it was annoying when he expected you to just… be okay with it.

Still, he stopped smoking when he was with you —wow, what a gentleman!— and you ignored the fact that he may or may not sell pot. Closing your eyes and letting his hands wander was the best way to forget everything about it.

The sun was already setting on a beautiful Saturday afternoon when you brought it up.

“Remember how I told you Robin doesn’t like you much? Like, at all.” Your breath felt a bit shallow, you had kissed for what felt like hours at this point.

“Yeah, what about it?”

“Well, uh… It’s mostly because she told me she saw you and Chrissy Cunningham together the other day… You know, alone and everything.” Your gaze was unblinking, boring into his eyes as if you were trying to read his mind.

His blush was a little more intense than before, reaching his ears, but he didn't hesitate in answering, “I never talked to her before, Robin must have mistaken me for another person.”

Your silence must have freaked him out a bit, because he croaked a tiny “I swear!” that sounded quite pathetic, even for him.

The intention of this whole afternoon was to talk to him about being exclusive. You hadn’t been mad about the Chrissy thing, really. It wasn’t like Eddie and you were official at all. Even if he liked to make it very obvious that you were together every time he crossed paths with you at school. But now that he was denying everything? Yeah, the exclusivity thing didn’t sound so appealing to you anymore.

Because you’d lied. It wasn’t just Robin that caught him, you were there, too.

“Are you sure, Eddie? I’m not… I’m not mad about it.” But you were starting to be.

“Yes, yes! It’s funny, actually… I, uh, had like, the biggest crush on her in middle school, you know? But not anymore, princess! I don’t even look in her direction, I promise.”

You felt like you hadn’t blinked in the last five minutes. 

Fuck this! You didn’t want to be his girlfriend. That was never the intention with this whole thing. You just wanted to have some damn fun for once.

“Okay…” You said carefully, “just… don’t expect Robin to talk nicely to you, okay?”

“I’m used to people not liking me, princess, nothing new.”

Your smile was tight, and the way he twirled his hair had never bothered you this much before.

“So, I heard there’s this party next Saturday...” You said.

The mirror smiled back at you after you applied your lipstick. You were already a little tipsy after the pregame at Vicki’s, but you did your makeup flawlessly in front of her bathroom mirror. 

’Hot’ was the right word to describe you that Saturday, you felt confident, you looked cool, and you were definitely ready for some kissing and smooching. If you ended up in Eddie’s van? Even better.

Your friends were not so thrilled about seeing Eddie, not after the Chrissy thing, but they knew they couldn’t do much to stop you. Those were your bad decisions to make.

The party was flooding with people, and it took an absurd amount of time to find Eddie, even when he was the flashiest thing in the room. 

By the time you got to him, you were way too drunk. No longer just tipsy. The unknown substance in your red cup was doing its job, and you could barely keep steady on your feet when you found yourself in his arms.

Your friends were cringing hard when you kissed him in front of them, staining his face with lipstick. He was very, very pleased with it, though. Even if he felt heavily judged by everyone in your circle.

In the end, he ended up taking you home, but not in the way you’d have liked. Because the moment you stepped outside and started to walk to his van, heavy nausea hit you with the cold air of the night, 

Your vomit stained his sneakers a bit, but he didn’t complain. In fact, he had never been this gentlemanly before. Even your friends, usually very unimpressed with him, were surprised.

He made sure you drank water, wrapping you in his jacket and then drove you home, making sure you made it up the stairs without falling and tucking you in like a good, responsible boy,

“I’m sorry I ruined the night.” You murmured sleepily before he left.

“Are you kidding? You throwing up was so metal! I’m honored I got to witness it.”

He was such a freak.

You were tugging at your hair, frustrated. After just finishing it, you accidentally tipped your glass of water over all your homework, so you had to redo it. Then, your friends who were supposed to hang out at your house didn’t show up, and you had cooked for them. And while you tried to calm down with a nice hot coffee, your favourite mug slipped from your hands and shattered into a million pieces on the ground.

You needed to call Eddie. Maybe he’d help you laugh about it a little.

The phone call had been 30 minutes long at this point. You sighed, feeling a little better, but still guilty for talking about yourself and your own problems nonstop.

“I feel like I complain too much sometimes,” you chuckled.

“Princess, I know the female population, okay? They are always complaining about everything, all the time. I’m used to it, don’t worry.” 

He knows the what, now?

“Eddie, what the fuck?” But the idiot kept on talking.

“Yeah, princess, it’s fine. I mean, we guys don’t give a shit about most things. But that’s just natural, you know? It’s like, biological.”

Hanging up on him had never felt so good. No goodbye, no nothing. Seriously, who does he think he is?

You needed to call Robin. Maybe she’d help you laugh about it a little.

“I don’t think we should see each other anymore.”

This conversation wasn’t meant to be had over the phone, but the winter break had just started, and you were leaving on vacation the next day. Leaving this matter to stretch over time would just make it worse. You wanted to enjoy your holidays without anything weighting on your mind.

Not that he could ever convince you to stay with him, anyway. There had been a long talk with your friends about all this. And the jury had decided he should be executed out of your life. You agreed, of course.

There was only so many things one could ignore in the name of fun. And when your frustration started to surpass the enjoyment, what was the point? 

He was not the type of guy you could introduce to your parents. He was not even the type of guy you could see with a steady relationship. You realized you wanted a little bit more romance than he could get you.

So you mentally prepared yourself for this phone call, for his insistence, for his endless questions, even for some anger.

“I didn’t mean to tell you this over the phone, I’m sorry.” Your voice was steady, clear, no sign of doubt.

“Oh…” Silence. And then, a moment after: “It’s okay, I get it. Thank you for these last few months.”

“Uh, Eddie-”

“Goodbye.”

You stuttered a goodbye, but it was too late, he had already hung up. 

Shortest phone call of your life.

“Honey, he sells drugs. You didn’t know that?”

“Not until very recently…” Liar, liar, pants on fire.

Your friend laughed, shaking her head.

Now, your friends would have something to tease you about for the rest of your life. And you’d have all that time to pretend you didn’t enjoy his company or act like you didn’t notice what a mess he was.

And maybe he’d try to contact you again, try to get close. But you’d ignore him, walking awkwardly past him in the school hallway.

Still, he’d live forever in your mind as the one your friends didn’t like.

[ducksido]

Spam you with stuff? Don't mind if I yes~ could I get headcanons for the leech twins and rook with a fem leopard shark mermaid reader that's introverted and super chill but has no problem dealing with them and matching their vibes. Maybe she also has a huge obsession with birds since moving onto land and likes rambling about them to anyone who'll listen. Thanks!

Floyd Leech

Floyd adores your energy. Not many people can hang with his unpredictable moods, but you? Cool as sea-cucumber soup even when he’s bouncing off the walls.

He’ll try to mess with you—suddenly wrapping his arms around you or pulling you into random dances—but when you just blink at him and go, “You done?” it makes him wheeze-laugh every time.

Calls you “Sharkbait” or “Chomp-Chomp.” “You got that quiet shark thing goin’ on… makes me wanna poke you until you snap~!”

He’s not into birds much himself, but when you start rambling about how kestrels hover like helicopters or how ravens mimic human speech, he watches you with the most intrigued expression. “You get more hyper about birds than I do when I see a big ol’ shrimp. Kinda cute~”

You once showed him a video of a shoebill stork. He kept replaying it and now imitates its deadpan stare when bored.

If anyone tries to shut you up mid-ramble, Floyd immediately clamps an arm around you and glares. “Aww, but I like when she talks about her funky lil’ featherfish~ keep goin’, Shrimpy!”

Jade Leech

Jade is fascinated by you. Another merfolk? A shark mermaid, no less? He’s intrigued by your species, your relaxed temperament, your precise, sharp-eyed way of observing the world.

He tries to fluster you by getting close, commenting on your lovely gills or the sleek patterns of your tail when you're transformed. You never rise to the bait. That just makes him more invested.

He once watched you swim lazily in your tank at Mostro Lounge and said, “How serene. You remind me of a predator waiting to strike. I admire it deeply.”

Finds your bird obsession adorable. He asks thoughtful questions—like what birds mate for life, how migration works, or if you’ve tried teaching a crow to bring shiny things to you.

The two of you once spent an hour comparing ocean and aerial apex predators. You were excited. He was enchanted.

May sneak weird mushrooms into your bird-feeding spots as “presents” for your crows. You’re used to it.

You’re the only one who can tell when he’s genuinely amused vs scheming. He respects that immensely.

Rook Hunt

Rook? Oh Rook is obsessed. Your shark-like grace, your quiet intensity, your passion for birds—la beauté sauvage!

He’ll wax poetic about your “predatory serenity” and how your eyes gleam like “moonlit coral reefs.”

You just roll your eyes and go, “You gonna let me finish my bird fact or what?”

He listens so intently when you ramble about birds. You’ll mention obscure mating dances or how different birds preen, and he’ll nod like you’re reciting sacred scripture.

He has a surprisingly vast knowledge of birds too and will happily go full info-dump mode with you. “Ah, oui! The lyrebird, a master of mimicry. Did you know it can even imitate chainsaws?”

He once composed a whole poem comparing your hunting instincts to an osprey and read it to you by candlelight. You clapped once. He was delighted.

Finds it charming that you don’t flinch at his intensity. You ground him without dulling his passion.

If you ever transform into your mermaid form on land (say, in a fountain or pool), he’s immediately sketching you like a court painter in awe of a myth.

[arlestial]

❝trick me once, trick me twice❞

synopsis : "A lie can destroy a relationship in a second", they’ve said. Isagi would be the first to agree, if he wasn’t lying to you so frequently.

pairing : Isagi Yoichi x genderneutral!reader •— Blue Lock

tw : Fluff (mentions of reader wearing a dress, no she/her pronouns though)

word count : 3.8k

author-note : Hi !! It’s been a while I haven’t written for my favorite 🫶🏻 I came back from my vacations in Austria (it’s probably the prettiest country I have ever visited, by the way) and I’m glad to write for y’all again ! Thank you for all your likes and reblogs on my last post, I was very touched :( <3 Not proofread, I’ve been writing this while my car was getting fixed 😭 Reblogs are very appreciated !! Anyways, take care of yourselves ♡

ISAGI YOICHI’s parents had always told him not to lie. And when he was a kid, he agreed; lying was a bad thing. "It could hurt people around you," his mum said once. While growing-up, he obviously disobeyed, and lied; but he tried to stick to this old mantra of his, avoiding it at all costs. Telling the truth was far more beneficial, after all. Lying would only lead to complications, fights, and an overall loss of trust. And he didn’t want that, of course. Nobody would.

When ISAGI YOICHI and you got together, he quickly became a version of himself he feared to be, a version of himself he promised to stay away from. It was surprising how easily he was lying to you, and how trustful you were, believing everything he’d say. It was utterly frustrating — not because of you being too credulous about his words — but because he wasn’t feeling any guilt at all. Why ? Since lying turned into the most beneficial, advantageous and the quickest way to obtain what he wanted. People can’t be hurt about things they aren’t aware of, right ?

ISAGI YOICHI started his scheming with the weather. At first, he tried to convince himself it wasn’t too perverse, but he quickly realized it was. When you asked him to check the weather to see if it was hot enough outside this evening to wear a dress for your date, he replied yes without even looking. He knew it’ll be chilly when you’ll both get out of the restaurant. But he lied.

You shivered when the breeze hit the bare skin of your arms, goosebumps forming immediately after Isagi opened the door of the restaurant for you to walk out. You turned to look at him.

"It’s colder than what I expected. You said it would be hot, right ?"

Isagi approached you, a frown displayed on his features — he delicately ran his hand on your arm, feeling the soft skin under his palms.

"Yeah, I thought so too. The weather app’s forecasts were wrong, I guess."

You sighed, and at this very moment, he knew you had believed him. He smiled to himself, and took off his coat, draping you with it.

"Here. I wouldn’t want you to catch a cold, would I, baby ?"

You hummed softly, thanking him; he even got a kiss from you as a reward for his kindness. Well, now, he could see you in his clothes and in a dress at the same time, which was definitely a success. He didn’t even have to ask you to wear his stuff anymore — everything was already planned, even when you were coming over.

"I was sure I left one of my shirts in your drawer, though."

"It’s not a big deal, babe. I have plenty I can lend you."

And now he had you, in his bed, curled up against him while you were both watching a movie, wearing his shirt. What you obviously didn’t know, was that you did have a shirt in his drawer. Such a coincidence it was under all of his…

ISAGI YOICHI’s lies didn’t stop at the weather. No, now that he was assured you believed him, he could continue his shenanigans without the fear of getting caught. You are going to eat something warm ? Wait ! You shouldn’t, you could singe your tongue. Let him take the first bite first, just to make sure it’s riskless for you to eat.

"Can I taste it ?"

"You already took a bite earlier," You replied with a lifted eye-brow, perplexed by his demand.

"Yeah, but I didn’t really enjoy the taste, you know. I was too busy wondering if it’d burn you."

"Fine. But don’t take a big bite, I’m still hungry."

"Of course, darling. I’d never."

He carefully took a bite of your food, with your fork — or chopsticks, depending on the plate — humming as he felt the sweet savour you were experiencing just before on his own tongue.

"It’s not bad."

"Right ? I love it."

He killed two birds with the same stone. Sure, he appreciated to eat, but it was irrelevant here. He ate from the same fork as you — so you two kissed indirectly. He was a bit ashamed to lie about not remembering the taste of your food. He did, but he wanted to kiss you. But who could blame him ? He just wanted to be as close as possible with you, and he couldn’t touch you directly all the time. It was a tad embarrassing to ask for kisses, too.

ISAGI YOICHI also helps you when you want to wear several necklaces at the same time. It’s plain frustrating when you try to fasten them without tying a chain to the wrong one. But don’t worry, Isagi has your back. He wouldn’t let you struggle by yourself when he has the opportunity to do it for you.

"They’re tangled, darling."

"They are ? I swear to god—", you groaned, ready to fight with the pendants around your neck.

"Turn around for me," He told you, and you did. Of course. He brushed your hair to the side, allowing himself to look at the ties of the necklaces. They weren’t tangled at all. But it wouldn’t be fun if they weren’t. He removed each one of your perfectly tied chains, before carefully fastening them again — his hands lingering on your skin longer than necessary.

"Here you go, babe," He finally muttered, his arms wrapping around your waist from behind, pressing a gentle kiss to your shoulder, earning a smile from you. His favorite reward.

If lying was that bad, why did it feel so good ?

[jesncin]

I love your DC stuff, especially the superman and superboy stuff! Can I ask, what was it like when Conner and Clark first met? How did Clark react when he learned Conner was his kid? How does their relationship change overtime, and how does Conner get along with the other members of the super family (Mainly Kara and Jon) Also, out of curiosity, are there any other superfamily members you plan to include?

Thank you! I get variations of this question a lot, but I like answering them because I get to update y'all with how my bigger mapped out plans for Superfam are developing :D

Clark and Conner's first interaction is going to be a bad one! When they first meet, they're at odds in a lot of ways because they don't have the full picture of each others' deal. But they'll make up, I've drawn that narrative beat already here.

So here's a behind-the-scenes look into my dastardly superfam schemes:

The Kon El Superboy story comes in 3 major arcs:

Don't Call Me Superboy: Conner's origin story. Superboy on the run across America to find out who he is. It's a big story about generational legacy and what a new superman profiled through racism deals with.

(title undecided) Superboy in High School: Grounding Superboy into a stable home setting in National City with a unique cast system (we meet Roxy, Taonui, Simon, Lori and many more friends). Conner gets into love triangle shenanigans as he figures out How To Teenager. Also there is a Martian girl in school. Conner's major foe for this arc is Livewire. It'll be a modern re-imagining of the celebrity aspects of his original run, evolved into themes about the multiple identities modern youth have through their relationship with media.

(title undecided) Superboy vs Supergirl: Now that Conner's grounded himself in his new life, he has to deal with the biggest challenge of all; how he fits into Superfam, and what Krypton means to him. Kara has returned to National City, and -as the one member of the family who lived long enough on Krypton to remember it- she doesn't know how to feel about Conner. Family drama between Kara, Conner and Clark ensue. Conner meets the Steels too, and this expands his feelings about making something good out of being a Black Self Made Man Of Steel. As Conner's romantic relationship with Taonui develops here, we get combined themes of separation from source culture, in other words that sweet diaspora ANGST. Even the Martian girl misses Mars. Wow, so much homesickness.

So narratively, Conner exists as the heart of Superfam in my au, that's why I'm prioritizing his story and fleshing it out in comic form. Consider it reparations for DC canonically centering Jon Kent as THEE Superman legacy character, and relegating the rest of the family to the side.

For Kara, I do have a prologue of her origin story in mind that doesn't tie to Conner at all. The core ideas are in place for it, but it's the kind of thing that I need to do more supplemental Supergirl research/readings to get the details in place.

Jon Kent and the broader Superfam characters like Mon El, Cir-El, Power Girl, Kong Kenan, the Super-twins and the like are still in "stretch goals" territory in my mind. Some of these characters, I'm still debating on including at all, but that's for future me to decide.

My main goal for Jon Kent is to free him from the thematic Nepo Baby Pride Ad shackles of corporate canon. The basic premise behind his character is "this Superman legacy character looks like a foreigner (he is Indonesian passing like his mom), how does that affect how he navigates his heroism and dual cultures". Conner has some experience with this, and so they connect on that. If Jay Nakamura's there, he's going to be a real Gaysian and not a stupid Fantasy Vaguesian. Because if this au started with Lois Liando and Taonui Mun representing real history, making a fantasy Asian character is a cop-out. I'm not here for that Raya and the Last Dragon Kumandra representation.

[ai-the-broccoli]

at first I thought Light Yagami would NOT make a contract with Kyubey to become a Magical Girl, especially because he is unwilling to make the eye deal in canon, but after pondering it for a while I changed my mind. no, in canon he didn't make Shinigami eye deal. yes, he would make a contract with Kyubey. why do I think this? it's different because the conditions are different.

eye deal with Shinigami: - pros: you get the eyes of a Shinigami, which is useful for Kira. - cons: you get half of your lifespan cut off immediately.

contract with Kyubey: - pros: your wish, no matter what it is, immediately comes true (caveat: the monkey's paw may curl). you gain magic power, a magical girl form, and the ability to fight "evil witches" that spread curses to taint the world. your soul is transferred from your body into your "soul gem" (caveat: some people do not like this at all.), you cannot die from harm done to your body, and your pain tolerance -- when it comes to your body -- increases significantly, you can mute it out (caveat: some people do not like this at all.) - you also now sustain your life on a clean soul gem. - cons: see caveats. aside from that, you now have an extremely high risk job you must fulfil to clean your soul gem (killing Witches), and you may run into conflict with other magical girls over that resource. it's easy to die in such a risky life (you die if the soul gem cracks). oh yes, and of course, you will learn eventually that magical girls die by turning into Witches when their soul gems turn completely black from filth -- the filth is garnered through emotional distress and lack of grief seeds. etc.

(note: you may not know over half of those information when you make the contract, because Kyubey lies by omission -- and only by omission, he doesn't lie otherwise. the info he'll give you at the start is "if you want your wish to come true, make a contract with me and become a magical girl who fight witches that spread curses and evil in the world". then you gradually uncover other stuff. or not, if you die before that)

so. yes. I think Light Yagami WOULD make a contract if it was offered to him, because like:

if he doesn't know about most of the cons -- why wouldn't he? he was offered the opportunity. it's special and it's to rid the world of filth and -- if it's an AU where he has yet to/doesn't gain the Death Note, it is definitely something that seems unusual and exciting enough it may help him rid of his existential boredom -- if he already has the Death Note, the wish thing would definitely help him with his Kira plans. the way Kyubey markets it tends to also push people to agreeing by making it feel like they're being chosen for them, they are the ones with the "potential" to do this, etc.

but wait, considering how Light is, he might also very well ask a lot of questions before he makes the decision. Kyubey doesn't lie aside from omitting things, so it's entirely possible that Light would be able to get a lot more information out of him assuming he's being cautious. it is not impossible to find out about the dangers and possibly even the truth about Witches if he asked enough questions.

even then, I think Light Yagami would ultimately choose to take the deal.

why, though? didn't he refuse to take the eye deal in canon?

there's a difference. in the case of the eye deal, he has to instantly pay a big price. his lifespan would be cut in half and that would be fully certain and determined. he wouldn't be able to scheme, fight, or bargain his way out after that.

on the contrary, the magical girl contract deal is not like that. the only "price" he has to immediately pay to immediately obtain the rewards is to enter a life that is high risk & high return. see the difference here? this one is not set in stone. in fact, with this, it feels more like he is still in control of his lifespan (even though the risk has technically increased, sure).

with Light being someone with pathological faith in his own ability and luck... yeah. imo he has a much higher chance of taking the contract deal with Kyubey than taking the eye deal with Ryuk or other Shinigamis

[thatoneautisticshark]

IMAGINE

Trans!Gaz who transitions AFTER joining

Like MtF Gaz grrr bark bark

I would be on my knees for a gorgeous 6’0 soldier baddie

Or like Trans!Price (people alr do soap and ghost and I’m in love)

Big burly masc woman ughhh

Either genderbend or transition IDC I LOVE WOMEN <3

My dude.... What the fuck??

Are you IN my Drafts?? I have an MtF Gaz Draft I need to finish sitting there, what the fuckkk??

Just for you I'll finish it.

Kyle sighed as he checked all over his bathroom yet again to no avail. He somehow had lost his fucking razor.

And now he couldn't shave his face. The stubble on his chin and upper lip already bugging him as he pulled his shirt on, and slipped his belt through the loops.

He headed out to the kitchen, blinking for a second at the fact that soap was sitting on the counter, while yammering at Ghost, who was making tea.

But he just accepted it, it wasn't that odd in the scheme of things. “Any of you have a spare razor? I've somehow lost mine.” he pulled a face.

Soap cackled. “How the fuck ye lose a razor mate? Anyways, is it really a big deal ta have a little stubble for a minute? We ain't rookies anymore.”

Kyle grimaced. It wasn't a big deal, it shouldn't be, but it annoyed him, just knowing he had the stubble, it felt wrong, and it was itchy.

He knew if he grew it out it would stop being so itchy, but the idea of a beard? … No

“Eh.. it's not the biggest deal.. but I just prefer it.. you know?”

Soap nodded, looking up from where he was poking Simon with a spoon.

“Fair ‘nough, second drawer down next ta me sink, don't look in the first drawer unless ye want sex toys.”

Kyle fake gagged “Eww TMI Johnny!”

“Oh come on, ye have walked in on me suckin-”

“SHUSHHH!!”

Kyle flopped against Simon, it had been a long mission and he was exhausted.

The other man didn't give a shit, just wrapping an arm round Kyle's shoulders, rubbing his back.

He glanced up, eyes fixing on Simons long lashes. “...Why the hell are your lashes so long? You look like you have extensions”

The lieutenant huffed a laugh. “They just are, it's a bit annoying really. Don't like em much.”

Don't like em?

Kyle could not see for the life of him why Simon wouldn't want the pretty lashes.“I'd kill ta have lashes like that.”

Soap smirked, elbowing Kyle in the side. “Ohhh Garrick wants ta be a pretty Princess~ with his big batty lashes~”

Kyle shoved soap back, sticking out his tongue “Come of it Johnny! They just look nice, okay? I don't want to be a princess.

Kyle snickered being dragged through the shop to the dress isles. He lost a bet with Johnny and had to get a dress and heels.

To be fair, he hadn't tried that hard to win. He was curious, sue him. And this way he had an excuse and didn't have to buy it himself.

“Ohh reckon you'd look stunning in a sexyy red ky” Johnny teased before turning around with a feral grin “Sundresses!”

Kyle blinked, not too sure what sundresses were, but he was pretty sure they were they swishy spinny ones.

Either way he was gonna find out because his mate was dragging him there, fast.

When they arrived, miraculously not running into anyone, Kyle turned around taking in all the dresses. They were the swishy spinny ones.

And so pretty. God he was jealous of women getting to wear these.

They got all the cool stuff. Pretty nails. No beard, make up, dresses, heels, nice hair styles.

He shook his head, turning his attention back to the dresses “Wanna pick me one? can't decide”

The scot immediately grabbed a dress, shoving it in Kyle's hands. “This. Go change now”

Kyle laughed, batting away the hands pushing him. “Okay okay, I'm goingg” He snorted hurrying off to the change rooms.

He shut the door with a sigh, staring in the mirror.

He was never a fan of his body. It wasn't that he hated it, but didn't like it either.

Sure he knew that he was considered in prime shape, but it didn't make him like his body more. His muscles were considered hot, but they felt to blocky and masculine.

The only part he actually likes was what he got teased about. Men in the army liked to tease him about his small feminine waist.

But he liked it.

Johnny liked to call it a grabbable waist and it made Kyle flush everytime.

Aesthetically, his body would just look so much nicer if he had tits. He shook his head, slipping the dress over his head.

Oh.

They looked… pretty. So so pretty. The deep greens of the dress complimenting their deep skin.

Their hair was still braided back, they wished it was longer, but the current style made them look more fem.

The dress looked so right, looking like it was made to fit. Made their body less boxy emphasised the curves, almost made it look like they had tits.

They spun in a circle watching the fabric flow of satisfyingly. It felt so good and right. They looked like a girl, and didn't care. In fact looking like a girl was much better then looking like a boy.

Fuck.

She gave a sharp intake of breath.

She wasn't a boy.

Great time to realise this, in a change room in a dress, which her mate waiting outside. Tears welled in her eyes. Fuck fuck fuck.

This was so bad. Would Price even accept? Would she lose her boyfriend? Lose the team?

She buried her face in her hands, breathing deeply. It was okay, she just had to calm down. They never had to know.

She wiped her eyes, taking the dress off and putting it in the bag before getting dressed again.

Johnny, the observant fuck, immediately realised something was wrong. “Kyle? You good man? You're looking all depressed now and you're quite”

…Kyle… nodded slowly brain churning for an excuse. She couldn't exactly say, ‘Oh I realised I'm a woman.'

“Just tired. Dunno why we choose to do this right after a mission. All the tired hit, I need a nap.”Johnny believed the excuse, or if he didn't, he didn't push.

He grabbed the bag with the dress, paying for it before passing it back. “Y’gotta show me that dress on ye later tho,deal?” Kyle nodded with a soft laugh “Deal”

That night Kyle curled up on her bed, staring at the dress, still folded neatly up, she needed to talk to someone.

She couldn't just sit here sadly staring at the dress. She needed to have someone know, someone to… probably cry at.

She sighed, standing up, and walking out to the kitchen, grabbing Simons arm “..I need you… like.. now”

The man blinked at her tilting his head but nodded, standing up

“Is it urgent?” Simon asked, following her to her room.

Kyle just shrugged awkwardly tugging Simon into her room. “kinda sorta… a crisis”

The lieutenant, nodded, sitting on Kyle's bed, and looking at her excpectantly.

“I think I'm a girl!”. Kyle blurted out staring at Simon desperately watching his reaction.

“Huh. Okay then. She/her pronouns then?” Just like that? No freaking out? No… talking, no confusion?

She slowly nodded. “Yeah”

get trans fem gazzed mother fuckerrr

[johnwickb1tsch]

lessons in anatomy VII

a yandere art professor Wick x drawing model muse! reader AU... (also featuring Matt from River's Edge. If you haven't seen the movie that's ok, I will fill in the gaps as we go...) ->chapter map

VII.

-Later that night you’re outside Matt’s apartment with that familiar feeling that you’re doing something that maybe you shouldn’t be doing. You were afraid he’d take it the wrong way, if you invited him over to your place. But now you’re not sure this is any better. 

Just chill out, you scold yourself. He’s a sweet boy. He’s going to finish his drawing, and then you’re going to leave. No funny business.

Right. 

Your ovaries have other ideas, but you’re usually successful at thwarting their evil schemes, if with anything your pure talent for saying the wrong thing.   

You can hear the music coming through the door before you even knock. There are several voices on the other side. Loud, excited, adolescently boyish. It doesn’t really help the unease inside you, but before you can change your mind the door is jerked open, answered by a skinny guy in faded black denim. “What’s up?” You think you recognize him from the band.

“Hi…is Matt here?” 

His eyes light up, a smirk pulling his narrow features. “Ohhhhh, you’re the chick from his drawing class!” Then he bellows loud enough for the whole building to hear, “Matt!! Your stripper’s here!” 

Mortified, you are on the verge of turning on your heel and leaving when suddenly Matt appears in the door, maybe as flustered as you are. “Jesus, Layne, shut up.” He pushes his friend away, filling the doorway with his broad-shouldered form. He’s in a white t-shirt, and blue jeans, and if you’re being honest…he looks good enough to eat. “Hey. Sorry about him, he’s an asshole.” 

He runs his fingers through his soft hair nervously, and you feel the sparks as the wires cross in your brain. 

“It’s ok…” It’s not, but what the fuck else can you say?

You follow him into the apartment, which smells of stale beer and weed and unwashed man-children. His friends are watching tv, a cold pizza open on the coffee table. Everything is filthy, and a part of you wants to turn and go again. 

“Aw, don’t hog the girl,” says another one of Matt’s friends. He is big, the mismatched thrift-store chair he sits in clearly on the verge of breaking under his burly weight. When he looks at you you have the unnerving feeling that he is looking through you. “Come hang out.”

“Can’t, Samson. Got a project.”

“Work on it out here!” 

“Yeah, Matt, it’s just art.” They all look at you wolfishly, and it is so completely the opposite vibe of the drawing studio that a part of you wants to bolt like a rabbit. 

“Fuck off, assholes,” Matt says with no real feeling, taking your hand to pull you towards his room. You let him, because you’re not sure what else to do. You feel their gazes between your shoulder blades, a creeping feeling prickling uncomfortably all over your skin. 

“Sorry about them,” he says once he has you inside his tiny bedroom. You can’t help but notice he flips the lock. His friends continue to jeer from the other side, going so far as to throw something heavy at the door. He rifles around to set up his drawing stuff. When he realizes you haven’t moved he asks, “Shit, are you ok?”

The answer is not really, but you shrug it off. “Fine. Where should I sit?” 

His room is messy, but not dirty like the common living area. He moves a pile of clothes and makes a place for you, setting up a desk lamp to mimic the lighting from the drawing studio. “This should do. It’s really cool of you to help me out.” 

“Not a big deal.” You went through the grind before. You know how important it is to do well this first year. The 100 classes are kind of boring, but they really do set the foundation for everything else. 

There’s only one thing left to do. 

You’re not sure why it didn’t occur to you until just now, how charged it would be, to undress while alone in a bedroom with this handsome young man. It doesn’t help that he’s biting his full lower lip, looking at you like a drowning man. 

“Alright. You have to close your eyes.” 

He laughs, those dark orbs sparkling. “What?” 

“Go on. I’ll tell you when you can open them.” 

He doesn’t fight you, doing as you ask and turning his back besides. The difference between him and his friends is such a yawning chasm, you wonder what the hell he’s doing with guys like that. You suppose that sometimes proximity makes strange bedfellows. 

You take off your clothes and arrange yourself. “Ok, you can look.” 

He turns, gazing at you with a softness that tugs all your heartstrings and ties them in knots besides. He glances down at his drawing, then back at you. “Can you move your hand to the left just a hair?” 

You do, and with plenty of tension in the air but no further fuss, he gets to work.

-You stay for three more hours, and the result was worth it. Matt’s drawing takes your breath away, and despite your joke earlier, it’s not vanity. It’s his marks on the paper, the curves and lines and highlights and shadows. It’s beautiful, and you’re very proud of him. 

“I can’t fathom John won’t like this,” you say. Matt makes a face at just hearing his Professor’s name. 

“We’ll see. That dude has it out for me.”

“I think…he just sees you have potential.”

Matt gives you a look, tilting his head so that beautiful hair falls down in a wave. “Are you kidding me?”

“Well…”

“I'm not sure you've noticed this, but I think he likes you.”

You roll your eyes. Maybe that used to be true, but you're pretty sure you ruined it. He was downright distant last class, so cordial it hurt. “I think you're imagining things.”

“Sure, y/n.” Clearly, he's not convinced. “You…want to hang out?” He shoots you a puppy dog look from behind his hair that is hard to resist. 

You smile regretfully. “I have to get going.” You're not just a spoilsport; you really are exhausted.

“Ok, I'll walk you out.” It's settled down outside, and it feels like it's safe to leave. Yet as the two of you are walking past the kitchen the one called Samson blocks your way. 

“Where ya goin? It's early. You should stay.” He fills the whole hallway, impossibly large and seemingly impassable. Every hair raises on your body.

“Sorry…I can't,” you manage to get out, every cell in your body feeling threatened. Of course, your pepper spray is buried deep in the bottom of your purse where you could never get to it in time. 

“Aww. You're no fun.” He reaches up to touch your hair, and you have this sudden sickly feeling like you might die if he lays a hand on you. 

“Dude, chill out.” Matt comes to the rescue, pushing his friend aside like one might an overly friendly Saint Bernard. But you know that even if big dogs seem dumb…they have teeth, and sometimes, they don’t know their own strength. 

“Sorry about him,” he says again as you step outside. Again, you can't help but think that he is waaay too nice to be hanging with these creeps.

“Matt…you're a really nice guy,” you say as you get to your car, wanting to ask him what the deal is with his unsavory company but not sure how. 

“Yeah?” He lights up at hearing this, inching in a little closer with that sideways smile. “Then how come you won't let me kiss you?”

Why do you feel more embarrassed now than fifteen minutes ago when you were sitting in his room with no clothes on? 

“I didn't say I wouldn't…”

This emboldens him enough to step the rest of the way into you, touching his pillow-soft lips to yours gently. He lights up your world, and when you don't pull away his big hands find your waist, his fingertips digging into your skin as he moans against your mouth. 

“You sure you gotta go?” he asks sheepishly, his forehead pressed to yours. His hair is every bit as soft as it looks, you find out, as it curtains your face.

You manage a shaky, “Yeah.” 

Only because you can't stand his roommates. You've decided you will never set foot in that apartment with them there again.

“Bummer.” 

The understatement of the century. You laugh, at your own luck as much as him, smoothing your hands over his muscled chest before patting his cheek lightly. Good lord, what a specimen. “Goodnight, Matt.”

“See you, y/n.”

You drive off, sad to be leaving him. Something about that boy makes you want to wrap him up in your arms, and fight anyone who so much as gives him a sideways look.

That is something to be wary of too, you suppose.

You have no idea that you were being watched by someone from the shadows, snogging your student under the yellow glow of the street light.

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TBC...

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->chapter map pinterest board/ photo credits

[batmanisagatewaydrug]

can we hear more about ace's shithead sister whats her problem

goddd straight up everything is wrong with her

her name is Saliko and she's somewhere in the neighborhood of 60ish years older than Ace, which means yes she was absolutely a grown-ass woman in her sixties beefing with a literal toddler when Ace was first brought to live with their father in his stupid blood magic murder cult.

and as noted she's mostly beefing with her because Ace was born because their father, who's supposed to be busy running his very serious secret magical blood murder cult, fell mortifyingly in love with a cruise ship fitness instructor and had a child with her, that child being Ace, when he's only really meant to have children every half century or so with women who are carefully selected for optional contributions to the bloodline. and you're saying "hey, that sounds yikesy" well it is. I'm sorry to report the blood magic murder cult is a little problematic.

except sweet baby Ace kind of actually accidentally disproved the whole "superior bloodline" thing because she's, like, insanely powerful; she has a lot of really potent magical potential. she could, hypothetically, make someone's heart just stop beating if she focused hard enough, which isn't supposed to be easy to do. most of her dad's acolytes spend their entire lives in training and never accomplish more than being able to numb their own pain receptors and heal themselves enough to a.) be pretty daunting assassins and b.) live a good deal longer than the average dude. and those are only the really talented ones! most of them never get that far, and meanwhile Ace can like. you know. cleanly rip out somebody's lungs if she feels like it.

it's one thing to have a bastard child, but if your bastard child is also smoking all of your legitimate heirs and acolytes that's like. it's a bad look. especially since Ace is, by the standards of her daddy's cult, just way too emotional and sensitive and daydreamy, just way too irresponsible to be having this much power.

(please note that to most normal people Ace is very hard to read and pretty emotionally inscrutable, and she can't figure out why since she spent like twenty years of her life being derided for being such a sap.)

so our girl Saliko—who, don't get me wrong, is a very powerful blood witch in her own right, do not let her get ahold of you because you won't like the shape she leaves your organs in—was like. okay. I fucking hate this kid, she's an embarrassment on our noble father's spotless reputation, and she has too much juice. what to do. and her brilliant solution is an elaborate sacrifice on Ace's 21st birthday that would, in theory, let Saliko suck up all of Ace's raw magic prowess and also kill Ace. so that's a win win, right? especially since Ace was down for it! again, she's always loved her big sister and wanted to help her out however she can!

the whole thing got botched on several levels, which is perhaps obvious given that Ace isn't dead, and their dad was pissed, since he's never actually been the one who has a problem with Ace; that's all on his followers. he's not, like, dad of the year, given the murder cult stuff, but he is very find of her and Saliko is turbo grounded for the attempted murder, by which I mean she's spending a few years in some of torture dungeon being submerged in acid 24/7 or some shit like that so she has to constantly heal herself and doesn't have time to scheme.

normal family stuff, y'know.

[yuri-is-online]

Ok so jadeyuu! Jadeyuu? Jade is an eel. Jade has never been in a relationship- never even got the urge. So he's kinda panicking when he finally snaps out of his little domestic daydreams only to realize. He has no idea how to actually get to those daydreams.

How do humans court? Fuck humans for a second how does his own species court??? He only know surface level (ha) shit he never paid attention beyond that cause it was "irrelevant" (he wants to go back in time and punch himself so bad. For several reasons).

So now he's trying to figure it out but heres the thing, he only has super cheesy media to work with. Bro is taking it so seriously but some of the stuff is just???

Why is sharing clothing so important?

Are flowers really that big of a deal?

Why do all these couple fight all the time? He doesn't want to fight with yuu he just wants to feed them mushroom dishes and cuddle and "cuddle" He doesn't want to fight! Why do couple always fight in these movies is it necessary?? Is it a love language??

What's a one night stand?

WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT? WITH SOMEONE YOU JUST MET???

... has yuu had any? They told him once that most of their past relationships were "situationships" and he had to laugh and pretend he wasn't about to simultaneously raise hell and profusely thank your exes for fumbling so hard.

What's this about your father's consent? Does he need to get your father's consent? Would any parent work or just your father? Do you even like your father- shit you haven't even seen your father since you've been here and he's a literal world away. ....shit.

Someone stop him he's about to create an entire world wide scheme to invent otherworldly communication just to ask his not-parners dad if he can even court them in the first place-

Oh it's not that important in modern day?? Oh. Thank goodness.

At what point in this can he ask you to be his officially?

At what point can he start indulging himself in all his somewhat ugly jealous urges in public without scaring you off?

Would it be considered a "red flag" to ask you to only talk to him? He knows it is he's just holding out hope that maybe you'll agree to be kept in a large terrarium of his and be completely his and-

You would never agree to that. Oh well, an eel can dream. If Ace gets all clingy with you again he's going to break his arm off.

How long does he have to wait until he can show you to list of names he's already thought about giving your future children?

CAN HE PLEASE JUST HOLD YOU??? PLEASE!!!

Idk where I'm going with this I just got the mental image of jade watching titanic (something something convenient potion accident) and hurriedly scribbling down notes every time something romantic happens and I wanted to share that image.

I like the idea of Jade doing research about human courtship. I really really like it I think it's so stupidly funny to picture Mr. Suave, one hell of an eel butler reading human x merfolk fanfiction and going O: that's me (˶ˆᗜˆ˵) Or watching romcoms and taking notes that's hilarious. He watches titanic and nods "yes this would never happen with us, I would simply drag them into the sea and then we would live together happily ever after while everyone else drowns- ah or is that too fatalistic?"

But yes he doesn't know much about courtship in general. He can "flirt" but its not intentional on his part, he's just being snarky. But with you he has no idea what to do. The clothing thing makes no sense to him, is it to stake a claim? Then why not bite you? That would get the point across faster... is it a him thing to want to do that or is it a mer thing? One night stands are too complicated, there's too many ways for that to go wrong the only reason Jade could think to have one is if someone has information you want to steal and he's not interested in obtaining things that way. They don't owe you anything that way.

Jade with soft yan! urges he tries to tamp down because he knows they're not healthy but he just wants to protect you form the dangerous that exist in the coral sea. Even if you become a merfolk you still used to be human, soft, fragile, and so naive... really there's no end to the things that could steal you away from him. Like Ace! Now if you could please look the other way while he disposes of this pest- he jests. He would never rob you of your friends, everyone needs them and he needs you to need him the same way humans need air.

Also the sheer irony of Yuu complaining all of their past relationships being situationships when that's what they have going on with Jade right at that very moment. Maybe that was intentional huh Jade ever think of that? Maybe the pretty human was huffing at you and batting their eyes because they are frustrated that history is repeating itself and the sketchy guy their friends don't approve of is being unclear about his feelings again. He figures that out once he finally finds out the definition and he feels so so stupid

[lovekabaneri]

Getting Dunked - Apocalyptic Ponyo AU

Inspired by @keferon Apocalyptic Ponyo au. Brace yourselves - it will be long and unpolished.

This will be something of a divergence, based on this particlular post: Link.

So, after getting inspired by the “Human gets dunked in toxic chemicals and mutates” idea in Apocalyptic Ponyo, I came up with several ideas for Blaster being dunked.

AN: I don’t quite see Blaster as another orca mer. Don’t get me wrong, the art of him in orca wetsuit was good, but I think he can be something else, something more fitting since his whole thing is *blasting* music and so on, also he has a cassette and has a lot of dancing clips. For now, I am torn between a few options – on one hand I want to make his more flamboyant, keep his bright colors but I also want to keep him some sort of sea mammal for his music, which doesn’t fit too well with his red color scheme.

So, it’s either I make him a fish mer to keep his color: rockfish, parrot fish, angel fish.

Or I keep him a mammal mer for the music, since fish are not vocal: beluga (sea canary),  Weddell seal (almost musical underwater calls), sea lion (very loud and kind of similar color, but we already have Roddy and Ratchet).

V1 – Blaster is rescued by Jazz and Prowl from a sea monster. Jazz wants to help him get to safety and won’t just leave him, despite Prowl’s protests but then when they navigate the ruins, Blaster ends up slipping and falling in some polluted water with strange chemicals from the big industrial facility that are… oddly suspicious. He thinks nothing of it but oh, no! He had been scraped and some of the stuff got in him. He starts feeling sick, feverish and itchy, his bones even hurt and he shakes.

Jazz is worried about his friend, since Blaster was one of the few he trusted, maybe even the only human he trusted with personal things. Prowl wants to leave him, since he’s an inconvenience and a danger, after they discover that Blaster has somehow started to mutate into something. There will be angst as Jazz watches his friend mutate, not knowing if he’ll be fine of if the human would turn in a mutant like those weird-legged fish things they were attacked by near the big, tall ‘sky towers’.

Prowl gets frustrated and almost leaves Jazz and Blaster but returns after noticing some odd movements from the mutants (hunting behavior?) and his conscience gnawing at him. He comes back in time to help as Jazz and barely conscious Blaster are surrounded by those freaky-legged mutants. They must have followed the blood trail from Blaster? So, they manage to slip away, Jazz and Prowl carrying still mutating and delirious Blaster on their backs as they run away. But it is difficult to run, since those thinks have claws and spindly legs and can climb, so Jazz can’t just pull them up high to wait it out. Blaster begs Jazz to leave him, but Jazz doesn’t want to, since Blaster kind of was his only friend for a long while. Jazz suggests they hide Blaster in one of the nearby buildings while they deal with the mutants but then, Prowl’s brain uses the environment and cooks up a trap for the mutants with the half-destroyed apartment building. But… they need bait, aka Blaster, Jazz is loke “NO!” but there’s no other way and Blaster does agree, even though the poor man just wants the pain to stop and to not be jostled around so much he’s feeling like he’d purge his organs out.

(At this point, Blaster is still looking a lot like a misshapen human, his spine as wonky and doing these *concerning* pops and cracks, there are splotches on his body, clammy skin, his legs feeling like jelly and maybe turning purple from the blood flow being cut? Or maybe his legs do what froglets do with their tails and they are slowly getting shorter and are re-absorbed in his body as extra calories to grow the mer tail? Oh, and that tail – damn does the man hurt as this thing is stretching out from his spine, his pelvis is shifting along with all his organs. If he ends up a whale-like mer, would he have a blowhole? Imagine growing another breathing hole! Or maybe if he’s seal, he’d grow fur? Or scales for a fish? Still not sure.)

So, after a quick calculation in Prowl’s noggin, the trap is set, the mutants go for defenseless Blaster and Jazz is *this* close to jumping out as the mutants get close, but they activate the trap. Jazz pulls Blaster up with a rope and Prowl topples the unstable building on top of the mutants, killing them all.

Blaster is very sick for a few days after and Jazz and Prowl have to hunker down in an abandoned building for a bit. During that time, he slowly and painfully changes into… an actually pretty ordinary-looking mer (*cough* unlike Brainstorm *cough*). In fact, Prowl wouldn’t have thought he could have been human if he had not seen Blaster mutate with his own eyes.

Blaster wakes up and Jazz is super happy his friend is not only alright after mutating but also fully aware (Jazz either learned or saw a savage mer while with Prowl) and Blaster is genuinely freaking out. Because… He’s a mer now! Like, legit one, he can feel all the weird new limbs, he can’t move properly in his new body, his vocal cords are also VERY weird and make even weirder new sounds like chirps, whistles and such very easily (even does it sometimes unconsciously) while trying to speak English feels like gargling marbles. Now, he has to not only learn to speak mer from Jazz and Prowl, but also how to move, swim, hunt, basically survive the apocalypse as a mer.

By the time they reach the ocean proper, they would have mostly smoothed things out and would be working as an odd little pod. Prowl no longer hates all humans, only the bad ones, and his opinion of Blaster has changed a lot. Maybe they would try and find the reason why blaster mutated and to see if it can be reversed, even if it is unlikely.

(more under the line)

V2 – Blaster is alone when the tsunami hits and he’s in big trouble. He almost drowns but manages to save himself by climbing up a fire escape on a tall building. Well, not so tall after only the roof is left dry after the wave passed through. He is all on his own, his phone was sopping wet and there was no way to contact anyone, he has the option to escape, to go towards where he saw a couple of emergency flares in the distance (towards the ‘shore’) but… everything is a mess and he’s worried about Jazz and Prowl, his colleagues too, but mostly the two mers since they had no way to evacuate and animals are usually left behind in emergencies. The wave had hit suddenly while he was not on shift, so he knew nothing of what happened at the aquarium. The aquarium is in the opposite direction of the flares… but he’s determined to see if the two mers survived or if they need rescue.

(Completely unaware Prowl had sensed the tsunami earlier by using the magnetic fields or air pressure, or something similar, and the two told no one in order to make an escape attempt since Jazz heard they were going to take Prowl back to the wild and he’d be alone again.)

So, Blaster gets whatever supplies and tools he can, including a sharp broomstick for self-defense from the new freaky fish, and starts navigating the flooded ruins while making his way to the aquarium. At some point, he ends up accidentally stumbling across a few of the freaky-legged mutants near the industrial zone and has to hide in one of the flooded factories. He’s unaware that during the run he had not only cut and scraped himself but that some of the strange ‘secret’ chemicals in the warehouse were leaking and he slipped and got dunked straight into the mutant soup.

He does treat his injuries after getting away from the mutants but it is too late, the transformation has begun! Within the next 24 hours he starts feeling sick, skin clammy and developing fever, his insides feeling like they were flopping around as he moved (not untrue) and soon it becomes a bit too much but he pushes trough, reaching the aquarium. He goes inside and feels dread on top of the physical pain because the place is in ruins. Thankfully he sees that Jazz’s pool was empty and there were no bodies, so he goes “Oh, thank goodness!” and finally collapses.

Blaster would be alone, in pain and delirious. He’d have to struggle to keep himself safe as he feels and watches his body mutate. As he loses the ability to walk properly, growing a tail and his whole anatomy changing. He can’t keep anything down during this whole time. Finally, he fully turns into a mer and feels sweet relif – falling in a fitful sleep. He wakes up, groggy, uncoordinated and heavy. Tries opening his supplies and earing a protein bar or something but such dry human food does not agree with his new biology, so he chokes and finally startles into full awareness.

He is so confused, scared and freaked out because he’s not only on his own in the apocalypse, but now he’s mutated in a new body. He hears strange noises and panics – maybe the building is going to fall down even more, maybe it is the monsters, so he takes whatever he can and runs- or at least tries to. Blaster realizes he can barely move and only flop around, barely manages to drag himself to the water, arms burning from the strain and then rolls himself into the water… only to almost drown because he can’t swim.

He fasttracks the swimming part because he wanted to get away from the odd noises and now in the water, he could *feel* the vibrations inside his head and it was NOT good! His new instincts scream to run away! So, with a lot of flailing and colliding with things, he swims away from the aquarium.

Once safe, he does a quick look over his new body and he comes to very concerning realizations (read more below the line). He clearly has his mind intact but he’s also looking like the average mer. He’s barely able to recognize himself, forget about other people recognizing him.

As some extra angst, he could see other survivors and goes to ask for help, not realizing he now looked quite intimidating with how much bigger he was, plus sharp teeth. He also did not take in account it was quite dark, since he had good night vision, so he scares the survivors when he pulls himself out of the water. They scream and point stuff at him, trying to shoo him away. Then, he realizes with his new vocal cords, he can’t speak normally, because when he tried smiling and asking for help, all the people saw was this large mer baring sharp teeth at them and making weird/scary noises. They end up throwing things at him, even take a few mock swings with a broom and Blaster is forced to swim away. He is feeling SO bad after the encounter. Would his family and friends even recognize him or has he changed too much? Will he be like another of the ‘dumb animals’ to them?

Then he’s attacked by a leviathan and with his poor swimming skills (since his mer for would usually move quite fast normally) he almost gets eaten. He’s injured and thinks it’s his end but then Jazz and Prowl come, after they had heard his ‘screech’ for help.

But then… he faints.

Jazz and Prowl also don’t recognize Blaster, since he’s a mer now. Although Prowl does look at Jazz weird when he tell Prowl he felt like he’d seen the injured mer before. (Impossible, since Prowl was the first proper contact Jazz had in a LONG time.) but then he takes a careful took and- huh, he does look kind of familiar from somewhere?

Well, the two end up taking unconscious Blaster to a safe place and treat him the best they can. When he wakes up, Blaster is both surprised and happy to see that his ‘dream’ of seeing Jazz was actually real.

Both orca mers are shocked to learn that Blaster is now a mer, after a LONG game of charades and bits of rough human speech, maybe even a bit of scribbling on the wall? Jazz is in disbelief and Prowl… well, his feelings are complicated. He thought it was a normal mer but now turns out it is one of the humans, but just mutated somehow? Prowl does not like Blaster and gets jealous when Jazz starts hanging around Blaster. Jazz is happy his friend was safe, since he was also worried if Blaster was alright, but now he was there and Jazz  was eager to teach him a lot, especially after they see how bad he is in all the mer stuff, including swimming – the one thing mers need to know the best.

Again, there will be tension between Prowl and Blaster. Jazz would want to keep him close, but then he’s a burden in Prowl’s eyes. They quarrel and Blaster tries to mediate, it does not go well. Prowl swims away angry but then he does stumble across a leviathan and being alone makes him vulnerable.

In this scenario, since Blaster is not incapacitated, he and Jazz think up a plan to rescue Prowl, since Jazz is still not in top shape and Blaster is mostly useless when not used to his new body. They pull up some boom boxes, hook them up and with Jazz as bait this time (being the nimbler one) just blast the monster with a booming burst of noise and static. Jazz helps Pull disoriented Prowl away and the 3 swim to safety, well more like Prowl and Jazz swimming at max speed while dragging Blaster away from danger. After that, Prowl reluctantly thanks Blaster and accepts him, if only for now. Again, takes a while for Prowl to get it that Jazz and Blaster are just good buddies and that Blaster was not going to ‘steal’ Jazz.

At this point, Blaster is really starving and needs food, so the two do share their meal with him. Blaster is… reluctant to say, to bite in a chunk of raw meat but his hunger says otherwise, so he eats it and… it is not that bad. Prowl says something and Blaster needs translation – basically that was the best they had at the moment and once they got to the ocean and Prowl’s home, they would have something proper to eat. By the time they reach the ocean, Blaster would have gotten used to  swimming properly and have a basic understanding of the mer language.

Both Jazz’s and Blaster’s minds will be blown when they realize mers have actual cooking, technology, music and so on. It is after that Blaster learns Prowl is a cop and they technically held a law enforcement officer captive.

...............................

Blaster is not having a good time, he’s now almost completely unrecognizable with his new body, he has tail, flippers, his voice sounds different and struggling to speak in both languages, even his hair and face has changed a bit to fit the mer body. He’s missing his music because not only did he lose most his tunes in the apocalypse but he also has no human ears to put earbuds in. Oh, he also realizes he’s now technically naked and all his organs and ‘things’ have moved to new spaces. He is having a lot of body dysphoria, can barely drag himself on the shore and just… flails for a while in the water, maybe almost drown (Pathetic for a mer) until they get him up and swimming correctly. There’s also the realization at some point that no one would look at him and think “Oh, that’s Blaster from the aquarium.” He’s unrecognizable, just another mer to other humans, just an animal.

Not to mention, now that he’s more aquatic and sturdier with his new, larger body, Jazz is even more clingy. Prowl is not pleased and feels jealously because Jazz spends not only more time with Blaster, but he and Jazz can communicate with each other better, since Blaster knows human and all the body language, so Jazz is basically on the same speaking level. They will eventually resolve it, by the time they reach the open ocean, but for now there will be more tension between Blaster and Prowl. (Yeah, it takes time for Prowl to realize Jazz and Blaster are just good friends that love music and food.)

Blaster on the other hand, in both scenarios, Blaster will have a big freak out/realization moment as he travels for a while with Jazz and Prowl, especially when he’s a mer. As he learns more and lives with the two orcas as a mer, he comes to realize they are not ‘Just very smart sea creatures that resemble people’ but that mers ARE actual people, with their own language, culture, music, even laws and cuisine. They are literally sea people and Blaster feels *really* guilty, because even if he did treat Jazz like his own person and not dismiss him as some beast, he still kind of though of Jazz as an animal, a really smart one like a monkey or a parrot, if only just a little bit. After all, some animals can also imitate speech and are as smart as a child. And then witnessing just how smart Prowl is, a real computing machine, a genius, he feels even more embarrassed.

Also, I think Blaster would be quite grossed out when he has to have his first proper meal as a mer. Maybe Jazz and Prowl teach him some hunting but since it has been a few days since he changed and is not only exhausted and starving from the mutation, but also still healing and quite uncoordinated, Jazz and Prowl share what they caught with him. Could be fish, could be crustacean, or could be something bigger and he has to ‘dig in’ the carcass before the mutant sharks smell it or they’d have to fight mutants.

[kikyoupdates]

Otherworldly Attraction ⭑˚🔮⭑ 𝑏𝑢𝑑𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑝

yandere!jjk x f!reader

yandere, reverse harem, isekai, jujutsu kaisen x fem!reader, slowburn, slowburn yandere

You don't know how or why, but you've been isekai'd into the world of Jujutsu Kaisen. Although your first instinct is to stay away from the plot, you've been blessed with an abnormal amount of cursed energy, and for better or worse, you find yourself sucked into the storyline. You decide that you may as well use your newfound powers for the greater good, and if you're lucky, you might succeed in rewriting some of the characters' fates. But it turns out that your presence in this world is an even bigger deal than you first thought, and soon, everyone wants to make you theirs.

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Itadori helps you to your feet, and you can’t help but stare at your hand, at the way that it’s tightly grasping his. Even now, it still feels like a dream. You’re actually holding Itadori Yuji’s hand, like it’s no big deal.

Honestly, it’s almost impossible not to fangirl.

But perhaps it’s a good thing that your nose is bleeding right now (not really), because it prevents you from making a total fool of yourself, and so, with great reluctance, you let go of Itadori’s hand and start walking. 

“Man, I’m really sorry about this,” Itadori apologizes again, rubbing the back of his neck uncomfortably. “I feel awful. I should have been more aware of my surroundings. I know apologizing doesn’t actually help much, but I’m seriously sorry, and I’ll do whatever it takes to make it up to you!”

Yes, your nose hurts like a bitch, but being kicked with that soccer ball allowed you to meet him, so in the grand scheme of things, you’re not complaining. 

Still, there’s a lot of blood, so you definitely need to see the school nurse. 

It’s actually for the best that Itadori is walking with you and guiding you along, his hand resting gently against your back in case you sway unsteadily and trip over your own feet. Without him, you wouldn’t have a damn clue where you’re going. It’s the first time you’ve ever stepped foot in this school, after all. Based on what those girls said earlier, it sounds like you’re a recent transfer student or something…? That’s a rather convenient plot device. Although this whole situation is so ridiculous that you would expect nothing less, really.

“Just a bit further,” Itadori encourages. He offers you a bright smile, and you have to squint through your eyes, because he may as well the sun. His protagonist status couldn’t be any more obvious. 

Eventually, you arrive at the infirmary, and Itadori promptly slides the door open and pokes his head into the room.

“Um, excuse me? Miss nurse? There’s a student here who got hurt pretty badly, and she needs help.” 

There’s no response. You follow him and step inside the room. Sure enough, it’s empty, so you can only assume the nurse isn’t here right now. She’s off doing god-knows what. Seriously, what is it with school nurses and never being around to do their jobs? 

“Uh-oh,” you say, a few droplets of blood slipping through the cracks of your fingers and splattering onto the floor. “I don’t feel so good…”

You’re hit by a sudden wave of dizziness, and Itadori catches you in his arms before you can fall onto the floor. Maybe you should have taken him up on his offer to carry you earlier. You already know from watching the anime how abnormally strong he is. He lifts you up as if you’re weightless, then gently places you down on one of the beds. 

“Uh, crap,” Itadori mumbles, brows pulling together in concern. “I’m not that good with this kind of stuff, but for now… just lie down, okay? I’ll get you some tissues.”

You watch him scurry around the room, nearly knocking things over in the process, but he returns to your bedside before long, offering you a needlessly large pile of tissues.

…actually, considering how bad your nosebleed is, those tissues still might not be enough.

“Thanks,” you say, shifting onto your side so that you can face him. You grab a few tissues and press them to your poor, aching nose.

What a terrible first impression. Here you are, having finally met one of your favorite characters of all time, with blood gushing down your face. It’s incredibly unflattering, you have to admit. Most people would probably think it’s pretty gross. You’re lucky that Itadori is the nicest, friendliest person ever. 

“I’m so sorry,” he apologizes for the millionth time. The poor guy looks guilty beyond belief. It’s not his fault that he’s got superhuman strength. He can blame the author of Jujutsu Kaisen for that.

“Don’t worry about it,” you wave off, still holding the tissues close to your nose, so your voice comes out a bit muffled. “Accidents happen. I’ll live.” 

“But still! You look like you’re really suffering, and I just—” He stops to sigh. “Anyways, it’s my bad. I can’t change what happened. I just wish I knew a better way to help.”

“Seriously, I’m okay,” you insist. “I don’t want you to keep beating yourself up over it. Um… earlier, I heard someone say your name. Itadori, right? I’m [Name].”

You obviously already know his name. You know even more about him than he does, to be honest. You know what the future holds in store for him, and how soon, his life will change forevermore.

“It’s nice to meet you, [Name].” Itadori chuckles weakly, hanging his head in defeat. “If only we’d met on better terms. After today, I swear I’m never playing soccer ever again. I’m going on strike! Even if those guys keep pestering me to play with them, it won’t happen!”

“There’s really no need to go that far. I promise I’ll be fine.” Hesitantly, you pull the tissues away from your nose. It seems like the bleeding has mostly stopped. “See? I���m already getting better. This is no biggie.”

“Damn. You’re really tough,” Itadori marvels. “Most people wouldn’t be as calm as you. It’s badass!”

No, I’m just too busy fangirling over you right now.

You obviously keep your thoughts to yourself, but it’s impossible to fully suppress the smile that keeps rising to your lips. None of this makes any sense, and truthfully, you can’t help but wonder what happened in the real world—the world you’re from. You wonder about how your parents and friends are reacting to your disappearance, or if you’ve even disappeared at all. Maybe this is some sort of alternate reality. Maybe you’re living within both worlds, simultaneously, without even realizing it.

Ugh. It’s probably best not to think too hard about it. This whole thing is way too trippy.

"The nurse still isn’t here,” Itadori remarks. “I guess it is lunchtime. Well, either way, I’ll stay and wait with you until she’s back.” 

“I appreciate it,” you smile. 

Obviously, the canon plot of Jujutsu Kaisen has yet to kick off, because this is just an ordinary high school, which means he hasn’t met Fushiguro or Gojo at this point. It also means that he’s incapable of seeing curses. But for some reason, you are.

You were able to see that weird insect-like curse from before, when no one else could. That means that you must at least have an above-average amount of cursed energy, right? The curse also ran away when you approached it. Maybe that’s why? Because it sensed that you were aware of it?

Who knows, really. But you suppose it’s a good thing that you’re able to perceive curses. There are some exceptionally dangerous ones out there, and you feel much more at ease knowing that you won’t be completely blind to them.

For a little while, you just stare at Itadori. You make a point of studying all his features, the same features you’ve only ever been able to glimpse across a screen, or while flipping through the pages of a manga. It’s so surreal that you’re able to hold a conversation with him like this. It’s strange—but also exhilarating—to see him looking your way and to know that the smile on his face is directed towards you.

But… all that being said, you know what kind of world Jujutsu Kaisen is. You know how incredibly dangerous the plot will become, and how your life can easily be put at risk. Every fan dreams of being able to interact with their favorite characters, but just because you’re now living in a fictional world, it doesn’t mean you have a death wish.

You won’t be able to spend much time with Itadori. Soon, he’ll go off to Jujutsu High, and you’ll probably never see him again. There’s no guarantee that you’ll even talk after this. The only reason you met was because of some fortunate accident that granted you the rare opportunity to speak to him. He’s a popular guy, after all. There are plenty of other people he’ll be spending his time with.

Still, it was nice while it lasted. You should be content with just getting to meet him at all. You should be grateful for an opportunity that normally wouldn’t exist.

“Oh, there she is,” Itadori perks up. It seems like the nurse has just returned, and he stands up and hastily bows to her. “I’m so sorry! I accidentally kicked [Name] in the face with a soccer ball, and she got really hurt because of me! Please take a look at her to make sure she’s okay!”

“You did what?” the nurse blinks, and she hurriedly glances over at you to find you flashing her a thumbs-up, with a wad of bloody tissues pressed to your nose. A heavy sigh falls from her lips. “Oh, good grief.”

“It looks worse than it is,” you reassure. 

“Let me be the judge of that, please. You should run along and enjoy what’s left of your lunchtime,” she tells Itadori. “Thank you for bringing her. I’ll take care of it, so don’t worry.” 

Itadori frowns. “I hope she’ll be alright. Is there anything at all I can help with? I’ll stay behind if you need me to, just so I can—”

“Everything will be fine,” the nurse insists, unscrewing a jar filled with cotton balls. “Classes will be starting soon, so just let me handle this. Alright?”

“Yeah. Alright. I’m sure you know best.” Itadori looks back at you once more. He smiles in a way that conveys how bad he still feels. “I’ll get going now, [Name]. Again, I’m really sorry for what happened. I hope you feel better soon.”

He leaves moments later, and you exhale softly. This was a remarkably coincidental meeting. The two of you hardly know each other, and you doubt another opportunity like this will arise. It was destined to be a one-time thing. That’s what you instinctively believe.

But of course, you’re wrong.

“[Name], hey! Good morning!”

You blink repeatedly. It’s a brand-new day, and you’re back at school again. Yesterday you went home to find that your parents in this world look exactly like your real parents, except, well, they’re not. They act like them, too. Mostly, at least. In a way, it’s reassuring to have them around, but since they aren’t as bewildered as you are by this new world, you can tell they haven’t been isekai’d. They’re just kind of here. Like placeholders, or something.

Anyways, nothing out of the ordinary happened last night. You had the same kind of interactions with your parents as you normally would. You know better than to question all the semantics, so you’re just going to go with the flow and make the most of this situation.

But right now, you’re rightfully taken aback, because Itadori is grinning ear-to-ear while he waves to you.

“Um, hey,” you reply, blinking yet again. “What’s up?”

“Nothing much,” Itadori keeps smiling. “By the way, how are you feeling today? I heard you went home yesterday after lunch to get some rest, but the nurse told me your nose wasn’t broken or anything, which is a relief.”

“Yeah, it’s all good,” you nod. “Apparently it’s not uncommon to get a nosebleed after getting hit in the face. It doesn’t always mean it’s broken. So, I don’t need to go to the hospital to get it realigned or anything. Which is good, because I was really dreading that. I heard it hurts like a bitch.”

“I’m sure it does,” Itadori laughs. He stops himself, though, looking very sheepish all of a sudden. “But, uh… seriously, I’m really sorry about what happened. I feel like I shouldn’t be joking around after what I did to you.”

Aw. What a cutie.

He’s a sweetheart, no doubt about it. You wish you could express how much you’re grateful just for the opportunity to even talk to him, but if you tell him the truth, he’ll definitely think you’re crazy. And so will everyone else.

“Don’t stress about it,” you smile. “There’s just a bit of swelling and slight bruising. I’ll be good as new in no time.”

Itadori beams at you. “You’re so nice, [Name]! Thanks so much for not holding this against me. I’ll try to figure out a way to make it up to you in the meantime.”

You keep trying to reassure him that there’s really no need, but he seems determined to right his wrongs. Together, you walk into the school building, quickly lock up some of your belongings, then you head to the classrooms.

“This is my class,” you say, stopping in front of one of the rooms. Yesterday you skimmed through some of your relevant school documentation, like your student ID, enrollment papers, etcetera. You’re a new transfer student, so thankfully, there were a bunch of papers lying around at home for you to consult. 

Itadori tilts his head to the side. “Weird. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you. I stop by here pretty often. A few of my friends are in this class.”

“I just transferred in recently, so that’s probably why.” 

“Oh, right. I think I remember hearing that we got a new transfer student. Are you liking it so far? I mean, apart from getting kicked with a soccer ball, obviously.”

You chuckle softly. “It’s been… good. Um, yeah. I have no complaints.”

Mostly because my memories of this place don’t date back any farther than yesterday.

The hallways are bustling with students hurrying to get to class, so regretfully, it doesn’t look like you have much more time to loiter around and chat. 

“I guess I should head to my classroom now,” Itadori says. “But I’m glad to hear you’re feeling better! I’ll see you again soon, okay?”

“Yeah, see you around,” you smile.

He walks off, and within moments of stepping away from you, some other student comes up to him and drapes an arm around his shoulder. He’s absurdly popular, of course. The kind of person that others naturally gravitate towards.

You smile, heart pounding wildly in your chest. It’s still crazy how this is even happening right now. Talking to him always leaves you breathless, in a sense. It leaves you feeling giddier than you can even put into words.

Even though your nose is still a bit sore, you’re in such good spirits that it hardly even fazes you, so you turn around with a spring in your step.

Only to hastily clear your throat.

“Um, sorry if this is a weird question, but… does anyone know which desk I sit at?”

Lunch rolls around, and Itadori returns. 

It turns out that when he said he’d see you again soon, he meant really soon. You watch, mouth agape, as he excitedly waves to you from your classroom’s doorway. 

“[Name]!” he calls out. “[Name], hey! Over here!”

He’s as expressive as ever, and your classmates don’t even look surprised that he’s calling your name with such enthusiasm, despite you having only just transferred in. Itadori’s so friendly that it’s practically a given he’ll get along with everyone.

You walk over and give him a curious look. “Itadori? What’s going on?”

“Nothing much,” he grins. “Just wanted to ask if you wanted to eat lunch together. My treat! It’s the least I can do for you, all things considered.” 

“Are you sure? You really don’t have to. I packed a lunch from home,” you say, gesturing towards the bento box on your desk.

He scratches his cheek. “Hm, okay. Well, I guess I won’t buy you lunch today, but I’ll definitely do it next time! Did you want to eat together anyways?”

No way.

You can’t believe this is actually happening. It’s crazy enough that you were able to meet him in the first place, but now he’s even going out of his way to seek you out? You suspect it’s mainly because he feels guilty for injuring you and wants to make sure you’re okay, but still.

Itadori Yuji could actually become your friend? 

“Y-Yes,” you blurt, immediately cringing at how excited you sound. “Um, yes. Thank you for inviting me. I’d love to eat lunch with you.”

“Awesome!”

His grin shows no sign of disappearing, and you race back into the classroom to quickly grab your bento box, heart fluttering all the while.

Together, you walk through the hallways, and it looks like he’s leading you someplace. You can only assume it must be his usual lunch spot.

Eventually, he stops in front of another classroom. It has a big plaque above it that reads Home Economics, but there’s also a paper plastered to the door. A paper that says something else entirely.

Before you can even comment, Itadori slides the door open and looks back at you, grinning yet again.

“Welcome… to the Occult Research Club.”

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[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for putting a hit out on an ex friend’s dnd character?

A few years ago I [M 18] was the link between two different online friend circles along with my longtime friend A [M 22]. Essentially, both A and I ran two different dnd campaigns that acted as a melting pot between our two friend groups. It was really fun, super casual stuff. Enter C [M 19], who was originally one of my friends and played in both groups. Over time it became clear that C was, to put it lightly, not a great person. At the time, I was a really new DM and struggled a lot with my self confidence. C was a super disruptive player in my group, going off the rails and generally trying to undermine both me and other players. I tried to sort it out between sessions, but it didn’t end up working out. It came to a head where I ended up shutting down my campaign, claiming school got to be too much, but in reality I just couldn’t deal with C’s behaviour. It was a really big blow to my self confidence at the time.

At this point a lot of people had been cutting out C for various other things like this - generally being disrespectful and callous, not taking responsibility for harm he caused, etc. Pretty soon the only times I was interacting with C directly was during A’s campaign.

A, who wasn’t 100% aware of the situation, came and talked to me after a session one day about why I’d shut down my campaign, and I told him everything about how I was feeling. He was really understanding, and said that he got the feeling that I probably didn’t want C around anymore, and neither did he. I agreed, so A offered to ‘sort out some stuff with C’s character’ and shuffle him out of the group. I made a joke about wanting C’s character to die, in a pretty flippant way, and the conversation diverted.

This is where things get kind of weird.

So, at the time, I was expecting A to just talk with C and kick him out of the group in between sessions, but that didn’t end up happening. C was at the next session just as planned, and continued to show up for several weeks. During this time A, and I really don’t know how else to describe this, pulled some Machiavellian scheme on C’s character as the DM to ruin his life. A wove in this story where C’s character got this evil mask shard of a dead god, and played on C’s want to sabotage other players & go his own way in a very ‘lone rogue’ way to isolate him from the group and get him involved in all these evil deeds (killing minor npcs, etc). None of our characters knew about this in character, but A dropped all these hints and the context lined up to make it seem like C’s character was slowly going insane. C, unable to communicate in or out of character, backed up this idea by refusing to talk about the god IC or OOC. Eventually this god fragment lead to the death of C’s character when an overpowered assassin struck him down, in a fight that felt very ‘well this could’ve been a party boss but because you didn’t tell anyone, you died’. Immediately following this the party found out about C’s character’s evil deeds, meaning he wouldn’t be mourned by the party. The whole death felt so… hollow. It really felt like C had ended up in this situation because of their own hubris. But they hadn’t.

A had masterminded the whole thing. He’d given me live updates about his plan to essentially manufacture a situation where C’s character died a miserable death that felt totally deserved in the eyes of the other party members. And then we all just blocked C anyway???

I’ve never seen someone manipulate somebody like that in my life before and I’ve never seen anything like it again. I’ve never told anyone else in the group that the death was masterminded by A because of my petty grudge about my failed campaign. I don’t speak to either A or C now but I still feel bad about not doing something. Should I have just told A to kick C way before this?? I had no clue it would spiral into actual months of chess mastering his demise!!

What are these acronyms?

[spaloonbabooguuscooties]

You could drink your whole life away and still never get that taste out of your mouth.

half commission for @salempie half completely self indulgent dreck pieced together from our insane conversations abt franke and elka. told myself id finally write a big explanation for all of the dum shit between these two for context so Thats Under The Cut.

so I already wrote some stuff about elka and franke's relationship back in whispering rock so feel free to look at that too . it goes over elkas blindness/‘seeing’ with clairvoyance and how her and franke started talking & all that good stuff

SO FOR STARTERS. a lot of thsi wont make sense without a big breakdown of elka herself. because elkas potential as a character is like insane to me. like just the idea of her in the long run of her life reads as something so potentially tragic; a young girl whos plagued with visions of doom and destined to be an outcast even in her own home for things she cant control and clings to the One vision of her wedding that she thinks is 'happy' even despite the fact she doesnt really love the person in it. im choosing to take the li-po doc as canon here because its funny shes the only one with backstory-

but my fucking god even the smallest look into what her parents are like is soo fucked up to me. and i do think elka especially gets a lot of influence from her mother; its funny how easily you can fit mabel doom into a box just from what elka says about her. knees deep in an avon-esque pyramid scheme and leaning into her daughters depressing ass visions & taking her to therapy at age 11 (which would be good if not for the kind of person you can already assume she is & so i doubt the therapist she has really does her any good. i think they share one). she reads as a very I Am My Daughters Best Friend type of mom to me and i can see elka being a centerpiece of the conversation when she has her Amway Girls over for drinks. wine-mom that lets her kid sip from the glass so she can feel like a big girl type deal.

and you can tell that elka is trying to hard to be too mature for her age even in her campster posts. how she writes letters to nils' mom and exchanges baking recipes with her and that feels like she really only interacts with middle aged women and not really many people her own age outside of camp (like her moms friends). which makes sense shed feel the need to ‘grow up’ early when shes probably had to process so many hard things at a young age bc of her visions.

theres a lot of filling the blanks here of course.

elka obsesses over nils to an overbearing degree even despite the fact he treats her like shit ('you promised no talking' and so on) and she treats him bad right back. she leans onto stereotypical heterosexual ideals like taking care of him and overblowing how Manly and Protective JT is and she admires romance stories like pride and prejudice and it feels like she Projects Soooooooo much of what she wants onto boys she barely feels anything for without knowing what its actually supposed to feel like. and clearly she WANTS that ideal future, a happy marriage, an actual romance- but according to nils even when they were dating she ignored him most of the time, which just seems Very Telling

like shes filling a role, overcompensating for emotions and lacktherof she cant digest quite yet, and it only makes more sense when you know shes had visions of their future together. how could that be bad for her? shouldnt it be like the books and movies? but she doesnt really connect the fact that her visions are only for Doomed futures, and if she does she certainly doesnt show it. Doomed relationships. it's been a part of her family for generations and she isn't turning out much different, is she? i dont think she even realizes thats all she ever sees yet, just that its Going to happen. that it's Her future, and it always will be

and like, her only reference for a real marriage so far has been her own parents, and she already Knows they have an affair, and theyre doomed to split, (and i actually like to think they were in rough waters anyway and elka was a child meant to mend a crumbling marriage but thats a whole other thing) and so without a framework for what an actual healthy relationship is supposed to be like she cant really grasp that her relationship with nils Isnt that and isnt ever going to be. she can only cling to this one happy idea of the future, and thats why she keeps chasing him, self fulfilling the actuality of her situation and creating and fostering the unhappy life they will inevitably live together.

and that bleeds into everything else in her life, of course, because as the years go on, as the visions grow in number it just makes sense for her to fall into the predictability of her life. she always knows whats going to happen, her visions are Never wrong- so why try to change things? shes had time to process tragedies days, weeks, months, years before they happen, shes had time to settle into every crack of her life. her parents divorce, her various break ups, her future with the psychonauts.

“and she's already seen so much of a future with [nils] she feels trapped almost. Like she has to be happy in it or else it just means her life is miserable. And it's a mixture of pride and fear of the unknown that keeps her clinging to the One thing she knows. BUT LIKE!!! She knows what's gonna happen! It's easier to grieve when she's been grieving for years... She wants so badly to be happy, But to do that she has to step into the unfamiliar. And that's more terrifying than staying the same miserable person she's always been.”

and thats where franke comes in— and yeah you Do have to take a lot of liberties for frankes character since it’s basically, like, all the info for her is just that shes a Supreme Baby Dyke but thats enough for me. i think she has protective butch itch in her . on campster shes defensive over other women evidenced in the way she keeps watch over the girls cabins for lili when elton is pursuing her . but shes also eager to please and constantly trying to make kitty laugh and also Very naive. but she tries! and i think it only solidifies more as she gets Older and really gets a hold of her feelings & her powers. this is incredibly franke to me

and i think as they grow older together— because i think franke and elka Do stay friends, both because elka is just pathetic and needs that positive connection even if she doesnt realize it and because i think franke is a very Loyal person & annoyingly persistent if you let her be . and i am also a kitty/franke truther. because kittys also important in this web we weave

because i think franke and kitty stay together after camp, to a point— theres a falling out facilitated on kittys end and they break up, but reconnect, and franke kind of... saves kitty from herself a little, from her strict military father whos love only extends thru finances , from her own stifling future , she drives all the way to bakersville in her shitty van handmedowned from her dad and they move in together eventually . they get jobs at the motherlobe , because it’s a pipeline to a decent job, because it’s whats easy, because franke doesn’t really have a future, because she’s never really been good at much, because shes never had much sense, because franke doesnt really care as long as she can live and help, sometimes, if she can, and because kitty’s there, and because elka’s there, and shes so used to being elkas eyes now and shes good at it. shes good at being the muscle of the missions when her colleagues lack it, when hypnosis and predictions arent enough. she likes it that way.

and elka appreciates frankes company. she listens, shes sweet, she does little things for her that no ones ever really put the effort for before; she likes her. franke is strong and bold and makes her laugh and shes always there but god elka cant let go of that future, of that box shes put herself in, that her mothers put her in, of being a Good Wife to a Loving Husband, of getting married normally and falling into unfailing familiarity. thats all shes ever wanted and shes not going to jeopardize that . not for franke, who may not be a boy but is handsome like one, whos always held her after every break up with nils and the men that filled empty days inbetween.

and elka is too stubborn to recognize those feelings anyway. too prideful to accept a way out. too set in her cycle no matter how much she hates it, her little self fulfilling tragedy of her own making, wallowing in her own doom. she struggles for control of her own life when she feels like every choice has been made for her anyway, she puts up her walls and carefully constructs what people see. but franke was always harder to trick, because while empathy isnt a particularly useful psychic power it’s certainly an inconvenient one. all franke has to do is get too close and all those carefully crafted walls fall apart, and elkas control is gone, and thats all she really has. and she tries to distance herself, really she does, but franke is also too persistent. and elka wears gloves, keeps contact that would make her walls crumble from happening as best as she can, but she cant really keep herself from the brief moments where she feels like someone actually fucking cares about her.

and that slightest lack of control, the need to wrestle it back is why she proposes to nils the next time theres a falling out— she knows how it happens, she plans every detail. and he accepts, despite everything. gets her a cheap ring and it feels like lead on her finger and its nothing at all like how shed thought it to be when she was a kid, theres no feather light feeling in her chest, only that dreadful reality that she cant turn this back. BUT WHAT CAN U DO LMAO

elka doesnt tell franke about this engagement until later, on their way back from a mission. late at night when neither of them can sleep, and franke invites elka to smoke in her van, because its been so long since theyve been alone like that, because elkas been so strangely absent lately. and because of everything, because frankes always so damn nice, because elka hates the feel of the ring on her finger, because she let herself get high alone with franke fucking athens whos always been so good at pulling her apart— the truth of it all spills out and its messy and emotional and she hates it, she hates the life shes made for herself, but franke makes it easier to bare and now shes here and shes so close and god she wishes she could see her smile again, she wishes she could see franke, thats all she needs right now and she cant but she can touch her and she can hold her and for tonight, she can be known, she can let those walls crumble, she can be something else just for once here with franke . she can kiss her here in this van, touch that happiness for just a moment, and forget the future that waits for her outside of it. franke begs her to forget the wedding, to just let herself be happy— and god, she wants to, but it means turning her back on everything shes known and everything shes saw to be inevitable, and franke has never been in her future, so if it were supposed to work out why hadnt she seen it and she cant, she cant take that risk but she can have this, even if its temporary, she can have it.

and just as soon as she gets a taste of it, its gone. after that night, after the missions over and theyre back at the motherlobe and have to pretend like nothing happened (franke doesnt, of course she tells kitty about it, she tells kitty about everything.) but that brief moment together haunts elka every time she sees franke, sees herself through frankes eyes, sees herself in her wedding dress because god its all franke can think about! of course it is! she knows how much elkas destroying herself she knows how much misery shes wallowing in that kiss in the van felt like an emotional punch to the teeth and she hasnt ever forgotten it and all she can do is sit and watch while elka throws herself into a loveless marriage. she can come to her wedding and see the way the bride and groom kiss with the emotional weight of a wet towel no matter how hard elka tries to hide it under a pretty dress and bouquets of flowers and meticulous planning.

and elka resents nils but she cant really hate him, its not his fault, not really. he feels trapped just like she does and his feelings of misery only cycle back into hers . they fight and gnash and wear away at each other and its a relationship thats crashed and burned a million times before elka even said i do. and its inevitable that she falls into her mothers habits, a sip of wine here and there to loosen up, until it turns to a glass, until it falls into a bottle on nights when whatever work nils does runs late.

but franke’s still there. shes always been there, hasn’t she? always trying to play knight, always trying to save her, dragging her home when shes stumbling over herself because god who else is going to do it but her? who else is left to care? certainly not nils. never nils. because franke knows her. because franke pities her. shes always pitied her. shes always known. and elka hates it, she resents it, but god in the same breath she’s desperate for it, she envies it to her very bones. elka is a mess but after frankes done with her she has someone to go back to that loves her. and god what elka wouldnt do to have that. to take it and keep it for herself because shes never ever got to have that movie romance shes always wanted.

so now comes this.

because elkas particularly miserable and particularly spiteful and she needs to get franke to understand, just for a moment, drink with her and get on her level and she needs her there with her no matter how her pity makes her feel. no matter how much it makes her shake with anger and envy and desperation, but god the way franke looks at her, the way she still tries to salvage what they have, the soft, slurred way she tells her that it’s okay but its not okay, none of this is okay, it never has been and she just wants franke to shut up and see that, and if she cant then she’ll show her, she’ll show her all the raw angry desperation, with too much teeth and hands that claw and grab and she’ll know why everyones always said she’s too much.

and she knows this puts her on nils’ level too. that this makes her a cheater, that shes no better than he is now. no better than her father and his affair. but god, she wants to be selfish. she wants to be in control. just for once. she wants to feel right and she wants to feel happy and she wants to feel loved. thats all shes ever wanted. and franke will let her have that, just for a little while, at the very least.

anyway. sorry. sorry for being crazy . this isnt even getting into the shit after the comic takes place . elkas stupid brainworld thag she has to overcome in order to finally be allowed in the polycule and live happily ever as worlds first lesbian divorceman

sorry for all the shit i make up instead of caring about actual characters with screentime . bye !