#i now run away again heehee

[transmickey]

*shows up out of nowhere after being awol for weeks* Heyyy friends

weekly tag game - self care edition

thank you @creepkinginc @deedala @stocious for thinking of + tagging me 😚

Name: ajax

What kind of day is it? next question please

When was the last time you ate? liiiike 30 mins ago?

About how many hours of sleep did you get? 5ish hours i think? i actually have no idea i kept waking up *shakes fist*

Name one thing you could do to make your day better right now: go to sleep probably

Why are you not doing that thing? not tired ☹️ things to do ☹️

What are you going to do tonight to relax? game with my best friend 🫶

What comfort food do you not eat often enough? any breakfast sandwich......

What’s stopping you? i rarely have time to spend more than a couple minutes on breakfast (if any time at all)

Have you ever had a professional massage? no but it would probably fix me a little bit

Have you eaten fruits and vegetables today? yup yup i had some cucumber

How much water have you had today? does tea count..... tea is mostly water right....... in that case.. lots :D

Is there a self-care gadget you really want to buy? not that i can think of 🤔

What is your favourite healthy snack? ive been a dried apricot girlie lately

What is your favourite unhealthy snack? white choco chip cookies nomnom

What is one thing you are going to start doing RIGHT NOW to take better care of yourself? try and sleep more

And to close, I want you to say one NICE thing to yourself that you really need to hear right now: i am not failing just because ive had a setback even if said setback seems to be lasting a really fucking long time

tagging some pals from my notifs i apologise if u have already done this i am behind on everything hehehoho @skylerwinchester @dynamic-power @jrooc @mickeysgaymom @heymrspatel @heymacy @spacerockwriting @such-a-barbarian @samantitheos @mybrainismelted

[reaveries]

▬  𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐲

gif credit to @robpattinsongifs (much higher resolution on their account)

summary: late-night visits from your definitely human boyfriend

pairings: edward cullen x fem!reader

word count: 1.6k (approximately 7 minutes reading time)

a/n:  I’ve had this baby marinating in my drafts since January, when I was going through my bi-annual Twilight Renaissance. I was actually in the middle of writing a RE2R Leon Kennedy fic today and decided to put on a twilight playlist, and then I just knew I had to finish this one. It’s my first *published* non-RDR fic heehee (I have so much in my drafts, it’s insane). Anyways, enjoy (pardners)!

masterlist archive of our own

It’s that dreadful time of year again. 

The sun is making its curtain call as students from the nearby elementary school trip over themselves running home. Little girls and boys have sticky remnants of lunch peeking from the corners of their mouths and the grass is still slick from morning showers. But dusk is impatient in February, and its eagerness is encouraged in a town hidden beneath perpetual overcast nine months out of the year.

The school children ran past her window minutes ago when the sky had been painted brilliant indigo. Now, when she looks up the only thing left to see is her own dark reflection and the warm orange glow from a candle on the sill. Its tall flame stutters, collapsing and rising with the damp breeze. 

A page turns, disrupting the otherwise quiet room. The only other noise that can be heard is a soft pitter of water dripping onto the floorboards from a coat hanging off the closet door. 

She reaches for a mug sitting on the corner of her nightstand and promptly sets it back down upon finding it empty. It returns to its spot atop crumpled receipts and library hold slips belonging to the growing stack of books accumulating dust at her bedside. These books tower over the permanent nightstand residents: lazily discarded beaded necklaces, a sample bottle of floral perfume from Christmas, two little ceramic bunnies purchased from an antique mall in Port Angeles last summer, car keys, and drugstore chapstick. It might be worth convincing her to let go of some of these post-object permanence discoveries, but that is a matter for another time.

In a desperate attempt to comprehend the words she’s reading, she rolls onto her back and extends her arms straight in the air so the book hovers a foot from her face—a change of perspective to freshen the mind.

It does not help. 

No matter how much she shifts or squints, the antiquated prose remains stubbornly uninviting. She can’t fathom why anyone would willingly subject themselves to something so archaic and convoluted and furthermore, recommend it as one of their favorite novels.

With a huff, she adjusts the headphones at her ears, hoping the music will clear her mind. But despite her best efforts, the book slowly drifts closer to her chest and her eyelids grow heavier as the music lulls her into a dreamless sleep. 

When she wakes to cold fingers grazing her jaw it’s impossible to tell whether she’d fallen asleep or if she just blinked. The weight of the headphones gently disappears as they’re pulled off and set down on the nightstand. She grumbles incoherently and stretches out her legs, not unlike a cat after a long, difficult day of lounging around. Her eyes begrudgingly flutter open and immediately find him only inches away. He’s watching her, peering down with a twinkle in his amber-colored eyes.

“Edward…” she whispers.

“Dracula,” he says, eyebrows raised as he makes the observation. “I thought you didn’t like Gothics.”

She reaches a finger into the book on her chest and folds the page over before tossing it carelessly into the sea of knitted and quilted blankets at the foot of the bed. With the haze of sleep still clouding her eyes, she smiles sheepishly up at him.

“I’m trying.”

He chuckles lightly and brings his hand to her hair again, brushing stray strands off her forehead and tucking them behind her ears before leaning down to place a chaste kiss above her eyes. Though his lips are soft, the icy touch of his skin sends a shiver down her spine. He’s always cold; a result of his anemia, he says. However, the downpour that's dampened his hair and clothes to his skin has chilled him even more so.

In an effort to sit up, she raises herself onto her elbows and catches a glimpse of the bright red digital numbers on her bedside clock.

“You’re late, you know,” she chides, watching him settle uncomfortably at the head of the bed. He sinks down among the pillows, their plushness contrasting humorously with the stiffness of his demeanor. He reaches behind his back and tugs free a stuffed rabbit lodged between him and the headboard, then sets it down softly beside himself.

“I had to make a quick stop. I hope you can forgive me,” he says in a hushed voice, so as not to make too much noise in the resting house. His eyes flit towards the nightstand and she follows them to see a new item sitting amongst the disorder. A tall styrofoam cup with steam rising thinly from the lid. Coffee. 

The mug she just finished sits right beside it. She’d considered brewing more but that was before being rendered unconscious by Bram Stoker nearly an hour ago. Her heart swells at his thoughtfulness, but a more pressing question comes to mind before she can voice her gratitude.

“How did you even climb up here with that?” She asks, reaching for the cup with both hands.

“I’m very…agile.” There’s a look in his eyes that tells her there’s more to it, but she chooses to ignore it for now with a shake of her head.

The taste is immediately harsh, significantly more bitter than how she makes it herself. Any trace of a smile dissipates and is replaced with a pronounced look of disgust.

“Good God, Edward,” she exclaims. “Decaf? What did I ever do to you?”

He laughs and takes it from her hands, leaving her still reeling from the unexpected taste. “As much as I love staying up with you, you need sleep,” he says, a hint of sternness in his voice. “You didn’t get any last night and you don’t hide it well.”

He says the last part sweetly, tilting his head to the side and following her motions with his eyes, watching her pick up the stuffed rabbit by its cotton paw.

“Don’t hide it well?” She repeats, the indignation in her voice contrasting with the softness of the toy as she raises it high into the air and brings it down against his chest with a soft thud. “Well maybe I wouldn’t have to hide anything if you—weren’t—keeping—me—up—all—night!”

With every word, the rabbit hits his forearms poorly attempting to shield himself from the blows. Edward grins as she attacks him, the soft toy barely making a sound against his arms. He watches as her hair falls across her face in the midst of the unrelenting attack, the warm glow of the candle casting a soft halo around her.

But then, his amusement fades as he sees the exhaustion in her eyes. 

He gently takes the rabbit from her and sets it aside before grabbing her arm mid-swing and pulling her into his chest. She sighs heavily and surrenders, relaxing against him. "I’m sorry," he whispers, his lips brushing against her hair. “I’ll let you rest tonight.”

Despite his tender words, a residual half-baked frustration lingers inside her. “How did you manage to stay awake in class?” she mumbles into his sweater, the words muffled. “I mean, you didn’t get any sleep either.”

He chuckles, as if privy to some inside joke.

“Well, someone had to take your notes for you,” he says, his fingers trailing through her hair in a soothing motion. “And besides, you looked so peaceful drooling away.” 

She looks up at him, a hint of a drowsy smile playing at the corners of her lips. “I did not drool,” she insists.

He grins down at her, his eyes alight with fondness. “Of course not.”

She groans and buries her head into his chest, to which he responds by encircling his arms around her waist and pulling her closer.

“I’m never falling asleep in front of you again,” she grumbles.

His chest rumbles beneath her cheek as he laughs. “Alright, angel.”

He shifts his hand from the crown of her head to the curve of her back, tracing languid circles over the fabric of her t-shirt as the room fills with a comfortable silence. The rain outside grows heavier, tapping against the glass with a more insistent force. Her body is warm against his and he can feel the steady thumping of her heartbeat as if it's his own. A few minutes slip by, and he senses her breathing even out and deepen. Without disturbing her, he reaches for a nearby blanket and drapes it over her, then turns his gaze to the candle on the windowsill.

“Sweet dreams,” he whispers, as the dwindling flame fades out of focus. 

This is his favorite part of the day.

Vague arrays of soft, muted hues and shapes swirl around in his vision, overtaking the warm surroundings of her bedroom. They morph into recognizable figures after some time, and he can hear them speaking when he focuses. For the most part, they sound as if he’s underwater and they’re conversing on the shore. But every now and then, a clear phrase emerges.

Suddenly, the floating shapes assimilate into a figure resembling him and he realizes what this dream is. It’s a recurring one he’s particularly fond of. He settles in and pulls her closer as the scene ebbs between reality and distortions of the unconscious mind. 

He can’t remember how he used to pass the night hours before he met her. Books, records, films--looking back, they feel hollow compared to nights spent like this. Part of him hopes he’ll never know what it's like to want for this. But these dreams, and her thoughts in the waking hours, assure him he won’t ever have to find out.

[otomiyaa]

Ticklish Xiao & Reader

Platonic + 41. “No, I’m not ticklish there.” Requested by @eliankrios for my 1K Followers Event🌻

Fishing. Generally speaking it was seen as mostly a quiet and peaceful activity. But not fishing with Aether and friends, nah.

"Heeeheeehee!"

"Don't you daaaare!"

"You're scaring the fish- don't touch me!"

"Oh nooooooo!"

"NOHOHO - n-no tickling-ahahhaah!"

You couldn't hold back the grin as you watched the chaos in and outside the lake. Aether's fishing rod was floating in the water. Sethos and Cyno were going after it and making it a race who would get it first, but ended up in some chaotic splashy battle with each other.

Meanwhile Aether was yelling and laughing for his life as Childe and Venti pinned him down and tickled him to death. You were sure Aether started it with the tickling though.

"They shouldn't have come here if they were going to be noisy."

You looked to your side at Xiao who just said that. The two of you were still at the fishing spot, your legs dangling above the water and fishing rods still in your hands, but with all the noise and the splashing, you were very unlikely to catch anything. You chuckled at his grumpy remark.

"They're just having fun. We're still enjoying ourselves, right? Ah look, they've really got him now," you said, pointing at Childe who was tickling Aether's bare tummy without mercy while Venti held his arms. Aether's loud contagious laughter was all over the place now.

Xiao sighed and shook his head. "He's exaggerating."

Pffft, that made you laugh. "Come on now, that would be you if your tummy was tickled like that!" you exclaimed, enjoying where this conversation might be going if you handled it well.

Xiao gave you a funny judgy side-eye. "No, I'm not ticklish there."

Ha! "Oh really?" You couldn't hide the smug grin as you reached out for him. He didn't even flinch when you reached for this tummy.

"You're not going to stop me?" you asked, pausing when he merely stared at you.

"Like I said, I'm not ticklish there. I don't see why I would stop you."

Oh. Your hand froze right before it reached its destination, and you hesitated for a moment. There was nothing more foolish than tickling someone who wasn't ticklish, right? Hmm... Never mind. You decided to try anyway, and you started to wiggle your fingers against Xiao's tummy.

"AGh," Xiao made a funny sound and bent forward. He caught your hand and glared at you.

"Don't you dare."

"Ooh? I thought you weren't ticklish?"

He was someone like that hm? Lying with a straight face? He was surely covincing, but not enough to stop you!

The struggle between the two of you was only very brief. He tried to run away for sure, but he barely got up before you caught him. Both your fishing rods fell in the water and floated after Aether's.

"Dohohon't!" was Xiao's first cute little cackle as you pinned him down and tickled his tummy.

"I can't believe you lie so easily, Xiao! Who's exaggerating now, huh?" you teased. He wriggled and squirmed but didn't seem too motivated to make a scene like Aether.

"I'm n-nohothing l-like thahat!" he protested through held back giggles. You glanced in Aether's direction again and alright yes, Xiao wasn't as hysterical. He also wasn't attacked by two people at once. But still, he was ticklish and laughing at your mercy. That was a win for sure.

"Heehee, I'm afraid I didn't catch that," you lied, clawing mercilessly all over his tummy and sides. More and louder giggles could be heard gradually as he squirmed and struggled, his arms wrapping around himself yet unable to protect every spot from your wiggling fingers.

"Not ticklish, tssk," you said with disbelief, switching to playful pokes in circles on his tummy. Xiao squealed adorably and arched his back.

"Ahahalright f-fine! I'm tihihicklish!"

"I can see you are ticklish, yes. Oh wait, did you say that, thinking it would stop me? It takes a little more than that," you said smugly. Xiao's lack of wrath was also your savior. If he really hated this, you would probably already be in the water by now.

"Gahahaha!" Xiao shook his head. "I ahaham s-sorry!" Smooth, smooth!

"For what?" you asked. You curiously scanned his torso and decided to test his ribs and underarms as well - which happened to be even more ticklish than his tummy, perhaps.

"WAHh!" Xiao let out a pitchy yelp and was then reduced to silent laughter. Hehe, it tickled that much.

"Well?" you asked, smirking when he was laughing so much he couldn't even answer you.

"F-for lyihihing!" he finally managed to say.

You raised your eyebrows. "I'm glad you admit it." You had never seen your friend Xiao laugh this much, so surely you couldn't help it and continued for a liiittle longer.

Then when you finally stopped, you held out your hand. "Apology accepted," you said with a smile. Xiao rolled his eyes tiredly and shook your hand sheepishly.

"Good," he said, breathing heavily as he recovered from the tickle attack.

"What do you say, should we go help our dearest Traveler?" you said, surprised to see and hear they were still caught up in the same tickle fest over there. Xiao frowned.

"Now why would I..." He stared at your smug face for a moment, and then sighed.

"Fine, I'll help."

Great! No one caught any fish that day, but there sure as hell was a lot of fun and laughter, and that was the whole point of your get-together, even ticklish little Xiao couldn't deny that!

[fleurdolliee]

𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐀 - 𝟎:𝟎𝟏

❝𝟏𝟔𝟎𝟎 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐲 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐠 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭, 𝐄𝐠𝐲𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐫𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭❞

- Cleo De Nile

𝐀𝐇, 𝐌𝐘 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐑...

𝐌𝐘 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐃, 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐈𝐅𝐔𝐋 𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋.

𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐀𝐋𝐋.

𝐎 𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐂 𝐌𝐈𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐑, 𝐓𝐇𝐘 𝐖𝐈𝐒𝐃𝐎𝐌 𝐈 𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓...

𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐀𝐋 𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐕𝐈𝐒𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐈 𝐒𝐄𝐄𝐊...

𝐘𝐎𝐔, 𝐖𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐄 𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐌𝐈𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐑 𝐃𝐈𝐃 𝐁𝐄𝐂𝐊𝐎𝐍 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐇...

𝐈𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒 𝐁𝐈𝐃𝐒 𝐈𝐓,

𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐅𝐋𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐈𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐑.

𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐌𝐄. 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌. 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔.

𝐖𝐄 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐑𝐔𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄.

𝐍𝐎 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓,

𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐋𝐄𝐓 𝐆𝐎 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐘 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃.

BAM!

’What is that noise! Nefera must be annoying me again.’ You open your eyes only seeing darkness, ’Oh fuck, fuck shit bitch no. This goddess does not fuck with the dark!’

“CRAP! People are coming gotta get a uniform while...“

’Uhm. What is that annoying rat voice! Nefera doesn’t sound like that! (it’s close but still.)’ 

TINK! TINK!

“Grr! The lid is too heavy!“

“Time for my secret move! GWUWAAH~~~!! There! 😼“

SWISH!

Flames everwhere. It was all you could see, oh my rah you were actually hyperventilating. You didn’t want to die!

“Heehee! Now time to get...“

’RAH! Does that person outside every shut up, and why are they not helping a DE NILE!’

A lid(?) opened and your eyes took a while to adjust to the light after your eyes were in fucking darkness.

“WHAAH! WHY ARE YOU UP!“

It was a cat. A cat. What? Can cat’s breathe fire... and talk? It had dark grey fur and bright blue eyes.

“And why do you look like a furry expirement gone wrong,“ You sneer down at the little freak.

The freak paused for a moment before glaring up at me “EH?! HOW DARE YOU DISRESPECT THE GREAT GRIM! I’M NOT AN EXPERIMEBT, LOWLY HUMAN!“

“Excuse me! I am not a normie I’m (Name) De Nile, of the De Nile’s. A mummy. Asshole.“ You grumbled before looking around. (“what’s a de nile’s?“ it asked.)

Were you kidnapped? And why in  a room with floating coffins? Casta would love this place.

And what were you wearing? It was a purple robe with gold accents. Classy. But not usually what you would wear, you quickly checked if you still had your bandages and clothes on underneath. And you did. Good.

“Well whatever! Gimmme your clothes!“ Then it held it’s paws(?) out making a grabby motion. “Otherwise... I’ll roast ya’!“

“I’m not stripping for a fucking raccoon.“ you dead-pan, before sighing and throwing him across the room.

“OWIE!“ It cried, you snicker at the freak. Before spinning on your heel and sprinting out the room. 

Where were you? 

You’ve been running for a while, and every room you passed made you realize the fact you may actually have been kidnapped!

You fled into a room with books inside- maybe a library? You paused to look through the books- if the place you were in had any culture there would be books on the De Nile family.

But all you found were stupid books about other worlds and stupid theories of alternate universes? Duh, everymonster knows other worlds are real. After all Astranova made a big entrace at Boo York.

Then the freak from earlier came in and put the room on fire. 

“Wha-? Are you stupid this is a library?!“

Hexes, Ghoulia’s rubbing off on you, caring about books? How not... (Name) of you.

“Heehee, Did you really think you’d get away from my nose! Stupid human!“

“I’m not a normie!“ you roar(f-f-furry alert!!) and pin the freak on the floor, trapping it under your heel. “H-hey! Stop!“ It whimpered.

TWANG!

A rope(?) wrapped all around you .

“What in-! Why’s there a rope on me! Do you know who I am!“ you grumbled.

“This is no mere rope! It is a lash of love!“ A man with dark short hair, a bird mask and blinding yellow eyes zeroed in on us.

’Gay-ahh name. Deff’ hexts on men on MansterxManster. And also?? Is he ignoring what I said earlier? Stupid bitch. Probably wearing a mask because of how ugly he is’

“Ahah! Found you at last, are you perhaps one of the new students!“

’huh’

“Excuse me! I am already attending a school. Monster High! One of the finest!“ You glare at this man’s audacity.

The man just chuckled “In all my years of living I have never heard of a Monster High! How silly!“

You felt your face drop in a frown ’Okay fuck you too ig’

“Ahh! You gave me a good laugh, anywhoo! You should not do things like that! Leaving the gate on your own. How riduculous.“

’Does he stop yapping? And in front of a De Nile no less? How infuriating!’

“Not only that, you have yet to tame your familiar. Which has broken quite an amount of school rules!“ He narrows his yellow orbs, literally his eyes sockets are pitch-black.

“GUWAH! HELP, SHE’S HOLDING ME HOSTAGE!“ Grim cried from under my heel, six inches goes a loooong way.

The man just waves him off with a giggle “Oh be quiet, that isn’t even real torture you can live through it!“

“But my, it is unexpected for a student to leave the Gate on their own. Uh there really was no need to be so impatent“

’stfu before my family reports you for harrasment bird man’

You roll your eyes at him, “Where even am I? ’Cause this definetly isn’t Monster High“ You flip your hair, and look him up and down.

He ignores your question “The entrance ceremony is already well under way. Let us head to the Hall of Mirrors“ He chirps.

“man-whore“ You mutter, “Excuse me can you please unty me?“ You gritt your teeth feeling uncomfortable with how tight the rope felt on you.

“Oh sevens! Sorry but as I am incredibly gracious I will let you go!“ He nervously giggles (like a schoolgirl)

He unties you and you lift your heel to walk, Grim was about to scamper away before you snatched him and held him in the air.

“KYA! Let me go!!“ He waddles in the air, you groan “Be quiet, I’m taking pity on you and allowing you to bask in my prescence,“ You grin down at him.

He sweats bullets as you eye him, just why were you muttering about keychains and mumy-wrap (what even are mummies?).

The man who was watching the entire interaction clapped his hands together “Oh what fun, but however sir, you cannot keep a familiar here!“

You ignore him, and just walk into the hallways.

“W-wait sir that is the wrong direction!“

As you two walked (you put the freak on your shoulder) towards the room the ceremony would commence, when you started to ask where the fuck where you.

“Oh? Are you still dazed l? Mustbe the transportation magic,“ He hummed “But it is fine as it happens often!“

“I shall give you an explanation as I am incredibly gracious!“ 

“Right...“ You resist the urge to roll your eyes again.

“This is Night Raven College, young man.“ Did he not notice you were a ghoul aready? 

“Mage’s graced with a... unique aptitude for magic gather from all over the world, here! At the most prestigous magical academy in Twisted Wonderland! Not like those pompus fools at Royal Sword.“ He whispered the last part, smiling to himself.

’Freak, I just wanna go back to Monster High. Wait do I have my wallet on me?’

“And I,“ the man started, snapping you out of your thoughts “Am the headmaster, appointed to take care of this academy by the board chairman. I am Dire Crowley.“ He boasts

“oh...,“ You mutter, you’ve already met witches and warlocks before so there was no need to get so excited over mages.

“Yes amazing isn’t it! Only those mage’s who are seen as worthy by the Dark Mirror can attend this school“

’Does he ever stop talking?’

“Chosen ones use the gate and are summoned here from around the world“ He yaps.

’SHUT THE HELL UP’

“An Ebony Carriage carrying a Gate should have gone to meet you as well,“

Is that why you were so sweaty? Or maybe it was because you were almost burned.

“Huhh, I do remember Headmistress’ Bloodgood horse staring at me a lot yesterday“ You thought aloud.

“Ah, you were chosen to come here, young man! That is truly a great honor for you to recieve“

“More like a great honor for your school to recieve me“ you said, Croweley ignores the comment just pushing you behind him.

“Come! Let’s go into the entrance ceremony!“

[hyenahunt]

Obbligato: The Punishment of Kaname Tojo - 5

Writer: Akira

Season: Spring

Characters: Kaname

Proofreading: Remi (JP) & honeyspades (ENG)

Translation: Peace

Kaname: They'll have to pry this position out of my cold, dead hands.

[Read on my blog for the best viewing experience with Oi~ssu ♪]

Time: An hour later

Location: Outside Reimei Academy

Kaname: ... Hello, big brother?

Uh huh. So you saw my latest show? Thanks for watching.

Heehee. Yes, it's all thanks to you.

By following your instructions to the word, doing all that you've said to do during my performances, my work has been flawless.

I'm not lacking whatsoever as Reimei Academy's Top Idol.

And thanks to my good reputation, I've been offered job after job!

Kaname: Ah, yes... I've been doing as you instructed, of course. I’ve passed off work I can’t get to towards the other Special Students.

They're ever so grateful to me for it. I'm praised, flattered, and adored by them now...

... Even though beforehand, after I'd fallen from their ranks due to that taboo mistake I'd made, they'd done nothing but ridicule me.

They treated me as if I wasn't a human anymore, either ignoring my existence or only acknowledging me to insult me.

Kaname: And now they've flipped back the other way, like it all never happened — but they're too late. I won't ever, ever forget the humiliation I faced at their hands.

Honestly, I don't even want to get into their good graces by giving them the jobs I can't fulfill— it feels like I'm trying to butter them up.

They should all burn in Hell.

They should feel the same pain as their victims did, and then die.

Kaname: ... Oh, yes, I'm fine. I'm perfect, after all. I don't show any sign of those sentiments to them, of course. I simply do exactly as you tell me to.

Honestly, I do! Don't you trust me, brother?

Heehee. We didn't know of one another for the longest time, so we haven't been able to bond the way other brothers normally do...

In fact... we might not ever be able to bond, rely on, or even love one another the way a true family should.

But you know, I do want to love you. As your younger brother, I want to love you as my older brother.

Kaname: For as long as I can remember, I've always lived on my own.

When I was young, my mother passed away…

Then I tried to survive within a facility with a miserable environment — with only the dreams my mother entrusted to me, and the lessons she taught me held close to my heart.

In that disgusting facility, I and the other children were exploited for all we were worth —

I worked half to death trying to save up money from jobs I picked up, just so I could run away from that prison.

I wasn't even given a proper education there. No, it wasn't a place someone could grow up well and learn what they needed to know.

It was Hell, where we did all that we could just to survive.

So I studied. I studied, I worked hard, I did everything I could—

And in the end, all my efforts were rewarded: I became an idol, just as I'd always dreamed!

Kaname: As a Special Student of Reimei Academy, I was finally able to walk such a glorious path.

I really was happy. Truly overjoyed. My life couldn't have gotten better.

And then... because of a stupid slip of the tongue, I fell from the summit into the ranks of the Non-Special Students — I couldn't stand it.

Kaname: My blood, sweat, and tears went into climbing out of Hell, only to fall right back to the bottom of it—

But thanks to you, I was able to escape once again.

That's why I don't wanna make the same mistake I did before and fall back in.

This time, I'll do everything perfectly. I won't make a single mistake.

Kaname: They'll have to pry this position out of my cold, dead hands.

I'll fulfill the dreams of my poor mother, who died far too young, and... that'll be how I repay her for giving birth to me, for raising me until she couldn't anymore.

My mother is dead. There's no Heaven or Hell — or any kind of afterlife at all, is there? No matter what happens to me, she won't be able to feel a single thing.

But... It was my love for her that kept me going through those hellish times.

Kaname: Uh huh! My mother is a God to me. I can't switch my doctrine from her words, and I can't abandon my faith now.

It's what I've built my life on. The very backbone of my existence — they're everything to me.

You think it's ridiculous, don't you, brother?

You're strong, and it seems as if you're fine living on your own. You gave up what I desperately wanted for so long, so easily—

And nevertheless you live on, put together as can be.

Ah, I don't resent you or anything, though. I really am impressed.

I could never do what you did, or live how you do.

I'd collapse far too easily without emotional support. I know that, because I've lived in such cruel circumstances.

I absolutely had to have something I could hold on to, or else I couldn’t have kept on living.

Maybe it was because I was selfish, or inconsiderate— something like that, but everyone around me gave me the cold shoulder.

The only person who I'd ever felt love from was my mother. That's why I've placed my faith in her, why I've clung so tightly to her.

She had always been my support. But now, I have you too — someone else I can call family, so I feel a little more stable.

Kaname: Heehee... I really am thankful I met you, brother.

This must be a reward for all my hard work. No, it's certainly because God realized he'd trampled on me far too much and decided to apologize in this way.

God doesn't exist? You would think so, wouldn't you?

You might understand once you've found yourself at rock bottom.

The panic to cling on to something warm, as if you’d freeze to death.

Right. Okay. Instead of chattering endlessly, I should do what I'm supposed to. I'll do as you ask.

Hey, so... Will I really find happiness if I do that?

Kaname: (... Ahaha, he hung up. I wonder if my clinginess disgusted him.)

(He really does seem to hate idleness and inefficiency. Maybe he's annoyed by my affection and dependence on him...)

Kaname: (But... I really do need something to cling to just to survive.)

(I'm sorry, brother.)

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[true-blue-sonic]

Honestly I still think a lot about what would happen if the Ifrit did its mind control thing on Espio or Silver. I do recall you writing about it before but it’s a bit difficult to find with this weird search system 🫠🫠🫠

Indeed, I have! No worries, I've got the document with the stuff that I've written right on my laptop ^-^ It's not a complete fic by far, it has no beginning and no ending, but oehhhhh, the tea :>

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“…Espio?”

“Something bad is coming,” the chameleon muttered, his fingers trailing over a shuriken laying loosely in his other hand. “I can sense it.”

And Silver himself could too: the air clung onto his pelt like tar, his lungs struggling to heave in the black smoke and orange embers jumping out of the burning rubble. “Then we’d best be careful,” he managed to bring out. “And the moment you see the Ifrit, tell me!”

Espio said nothing back.

Stifling a grunt as he clambered up against more wreckages Silver swallowed, paying it no mind. His thoughts were reeling as well: what had this world been, before it had been destroyed? Had there been people, or any sort of sentient life; a civilisation doomed the moment the Ifrit turned its eyes towards them? There had to have been: terrifyingly large skyscrapers wobbled around them, the underground he and Espio were ever so carefully trying to traverse slipping away underneath them with every step and crumbling into the ocean of lava down below… All because of that monster, the hedgehog snarled, and if Eggman Nega got his way he would let the exact same happen to their own world, and Silver would not let it come to pass.

He was so caught up in his thinking he only realised he was about to run into Espio when he could skid to a halt mere centimeters away from the other.

“Espio? Did you see something?!”

The chameleon stayed quiet still.

“Espio?” Silver tried again, giving the other a nudge in his back. “What’s… wrong…?”

A shambling step away from him followed, Espio’s face blank as he turned around, his hand lifting, Silver’s eyes widening, a gleam of metal coursing through the air-!

“Augh!”

Crying out and staggering backwards Silver threw his hand forward by instinct, a cyan shield grasping at the shuriken… that tore past his palm as Espio's grasp slipped, a sharp stab of pain making him cry out. “Espio!” he yelled at the other, the weapon clattering onto the ground. “What the heck?!”

Espio’s mouth opened… and Silver froze as words came tumbling out, a flurry of nonsense that stirred into a “Destroy…” and then a “Must destroy Silver,” and then a “Destroy Silver, destroy Silver, destroy Silver, destroy Silver” in a never-ending mantra that got overtaken only by a gleeful cackle in the sky.

“You’ve grown so fond of your companion you’ve led your guard down around him, dear Silver?” Eggman Nega jeered, floating in the sky in his Egg Mobile. “What an… interesting development. I did not take you to be capable of that, heehee!”

“Shut up!!” Silver roared back at him- though he had to jump out of the way as a fist, gleaming with a kunai clutched between the fingers, got flung towards him. “Wh- Espio! He wouldn’t-!”

“Tsk. Of course he would. Of course he’d get tired of you eventually. Had you not expected that? That is what friends do, after all,” Eggman Nega grinned, elbow lavishly leaning on the side of his Egg Mobile… before he shrieked as Silver flung out his hand and the shuriken rushed past where his head had been if he hadn’t pulled it down microseconds prior.

“You’re lying! Look at how he’s moving!”

And indeed, where Espio’s movements had been ever so graceful and collected before, now they tittered and hitched and jolted as the kunai nearly fell from his hands.

“…The Ifrit has the ability to blind one’s soul. Of course!” A manic cackle followed, Eggman Nega’s face stuck in a manic sneer. “His soul has been blinded… The Ifrit has him under its control! And that means you are doomed, you little rat. As if you would ever fight the one friend you’ve had in your life.”

[Here they fight and stuff I didn't really think or write about that yet lol]

“…I hurt you.”

“Um! Not so badly, really." Awkwardly Silver stood, as the chameleon scrutinised the thin cut on his palm. "Caught me by surprise, is all," he added; anything to fill this silence, this silence that was so much lighter than the air around yet that he did not know what to make of.

Espio's eyes kept looking down. “That madman said… you let your guard down around me?”

“Oh, that’s just Eggman Nega and his mocking and stuff, that’s nothing to pay attention to. He doesn’t deserve to be listened to, you said so yourself.”

And yet, Espio’s fingers remained curled around Silver’s hand. “Was he right, though?”

“…I don’t know?”

“Heh.” And a smile blossomed onto Espio’s face, thumb brushing over the palm of Silver’s hand. “I am honoured, my friend. And thank you, for protecting me.”

"Of course! That's what friends do, right?"

"That's what friends do," Espio agreed, and even the rumble of the Ifrit's cry in the distance could not bring Silver to pull away his hand and break this moment between them.

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But now I do wonder what would happen if Silver was the one getting mind-controlled instead. That could be quite fearsome, what with his PK and an endless supply of rubble around him in the Ifrit's dimension! But I think Espio has paid close enough attention to how his powers work throughout their adventure to be able to counter it properly enough. Even if I can imagine neither likes fighting their friend so much!

[unexpectedbrickattack]

heehee

heeheehee

Adding some more hcs here bc its under a readmore and therefore confined to the Secret Thoughts box. Obviously suggestive but mostly relationship stuff bc i cannot help myself 😔

So i feel like i am an outlier that really enjoys noise/noisette like i think they are sooo cute…they are just silly guys ! So no this is not ANYONE cheating i must make this soooo clear i am so touchy about this subject; this is my heehee haha safe space LMAO i want to keep that kind of drama faaaar away from me.

A quick tldr for noise (that i will start calling theo bc i think its a cute name LOL i dunno where it came from but i love it im taking it) is that: hes a nepo baby that was able to start a business and brand w that money, and then stayed in a bubble for the rest of his life bc his image and branding is too important to lose. He hung out w the same rich people to network properly and maintain status. He didnt have the time and courage to go into the circles he WANTED to go into.

I had a whole essay written but this is supposed to be a little tldr lmao basically. Hes bi and curious and gus is always extremely overwhelmingly happy and eager to mess around w anyone (also bi) if it means peppino will be there and peppino is like FINE but ur going to get attached to the rat and thats not going to be my fault. This would be after theo starts behaving, as in, starts respecting peppinos boundaries. And he gets to hang out w him peacefully enough times to work up the courage to poke the bear (lol) and ask questions. Bc hes nosy and curious 🥺 they look like they have so much fun at the bar and w whoever they pickup like. Way more fun than he has w his stuffy rich friends. He wants to be there, he wants to have fun 🥺

Anyway he gets to be peppino and gustavos third and it leaves him like this ->💥💥💥💥💥 and gus thinks its so cute lol like this poor possum is worn the hell out 😭 needs to conk out and sleep forever. ‘ONE. That was fun. That was FUN. I want hazel to do that to me’ peppino, wide eyed but like clearly flabbergasted and smiling incredulously: ‘YEAH? REALLY ? I MEAN. DIDNT UH. DIDNT KNOW SHE HAD THAT IN HER. OR WHATEVER.’

‘TWO. Would u do this again? Like that was fun. That was FUN. I wanna do that again. I think im too busy this week and next week but like. Is that an option? I can push stuff around so it can fit in ur schedule??’ And peppino LAUGHS like full body laughing hard enough that gus comes back w a water looking so confused. Hes like oh my god. You dont have to cancel shit for a dick appointment !!! You dont!! Oh my god!!! Hes like crying laughing at the thought of theo having to cancel an appointment so he can squeeze in his threesome 😭😭😭 and theo cant help but look A LITTLE red bc okay it sounds silly BUT no one said no and he will run w that lol

Also convinces hazel to get a strap at some point. Which i think is so funny bc i have a scene in my head of noise being so smarmy w peppino and gus like ooohhh so u needed dick to be normal again and not be rude? Was that all it took? And now theo is thinking back to what he said as hes laying down in bed after getting thoroughly pegged by his gf and hes like oughhgh……i get it……

[leafoflemon]

Practice Run - Part 3, Chapter 8

Thank you again for a being such a supporting and motivating audience! I'm sorry these past couple of chapters have been short, but bear with me! The next will most certainly not let you down!

[P1, Chp. 1], [P1, Chp. 2], [P1, Chp. 3], [P2, Chp. 4], [P2, Chp. 5] [P2, Chp. 6], [P3, Chp. 7], [P3, Chp. 9], [P3, Chp. 10]

Taglist: @uhnanix @daniel-meyer-03

Dedicated to the Server of Villains!

Twice x reader | Twice x fem!reader | Fluff | Jin Bubaigawara | Toga Himiko | League of Villains

Word Count: 509

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Unlike with the clone, Jin tried to take things a little slower with you. You both hung out like you normally did when you were just friends, but now Jin would hold your hand, or wrap his arm comfortingly around you. There were many times where you would hang out in each other’s rooms and simply watched a movie or cooked lunch and dinner for each other. 

On the third night of staying at the motel, you both finally told Toga the big news (that she already knew), and she pretended to be caught off guard. “What? For real?? No way!” she said with a large grin. “Heehee, I wonder what the rest of the league will say,” she added. 

“Well, Dabi already knows, he found out a few nights ago…” Jin replied.

Now that surprised Toga. “WHAT? You told him before you told me?” she pointed angrily at him.

“W-well, he just kinda figured it out on his own!” he rebutted. 

Toga turned her head away. “I don’t believe you!” she pouted.

“Oh, come on!”

You couldn’t help but laugh at the whole exchange.

“Hey, back me up here!-- I’ve been abandoned, left to suffer,” he bemoaned dramatically; Mr. Compress would’ve applauded.

“I guess now that Dabi and Toga already know, that makes telling everyone else a little easier,” you said, wrangling the conversation back into order. “It shouldn’t be too hard, I don’t see why anyone would mind!” 

You were seriously trying to hope for the best; you had no idea what everyone else would say. The sheer fact that Dabi knew threw you off as much as it did Toga, and you didn’t know what he thought about the situation. Knowing him, though, there was a high chance that he didn’t care. But as for Shigaraki and Spinner, they were always pretty serious about their jobs, so you feared that they would assume your romance would get in the way of your work and kick you out. You weren’t worried about Mr. Compress’s reaction, at least; he seemed like he would be entertained to see a brand new dynamic introduced into the league! “Yeah, everything will be fine!”

“You don’t sound like it’s fine-- But you sure do look fine~,” said Jin.

You blushed and waved away. “I don’t even know when we’ll be able to tell them, we have no idea when we’ll regroup.”

“You’re right-- They’re taking their dead old time finding a new place to stay!-- But also fixing up whatever they’re planning next-- but hey, more time to hang out and take it easy!”

The break was definitely doing the three of you good. Toga and Jin still needed plenty of rest from the injuries they received from their last mission. Thanks to your quirk, Jin was easily able to pass off the soreness he felt from the bathroom incident as his pain coming back from his fractures, and he’d take pleasure in being held in your arms as you took the pain away.

I sure hope they’ll take longer, Jin thought.

[robinlmaoo]

??? - [ SKYKID FACT FILE 1 ]

[ You find a crumpled piece of parchment on the ground with notes and drawings scribbled messily all over it. It describes a Skykid, one you have never seen before. You stare at it for a while, a little curious now as to who this mystery Skykid was.

You hear the voice of your friend calling you over for Grandma’s dinner, and you stuff the parchment into your pocket, running over for a hot wax feast. This can wait, for later. ]

KSHSJWJWKDHWJHSJD I AM. BACK!!

been getting into lots of shenanigans while i was away lol but this isn’t the point of the post heehee

yes, this is an AU for mono of little nightmares if he was thrown into the world of sky!! will (hopefully) be posting more of this soon if my motivation doesn’t die again ahahaha

he wields a huge metal key which he can swing and shatter clay, stone, ceramics and other glass-like materials. that means he can break crab shells, and if he swings it right, Skykid’s bodies.

stay tuned to find out more!~

[quodekash]

im already about to cry and the episode hasn't even started yet, so that's a nice sign that'll probably foreshadow how tonight is gonna go

PLS I LOVE HER SO MUCH

SHE ACTUALLY LISTENS AND TALKS TO KANGHAN

SHE IS MY GODDESS

MY QUEEN

MY MILF

9GO3U4ERHDSGN9P8IO4EURBDGN980OEUVDS

I KNEW SHE WAS CAPTAINING THE SHIP BUT HOLY FRICK NUGGETS

GUEOJRKBGNUOERJDFBGEUOR

IM SOBBING SO HARD RN

lmao nice joke

based on this scene being right at the start here, this episode is definitely gonna be the one where he properly realises his feelings for sailom (if he hasn't realised them already, which I dont think he has. he hasn't accepted it, at least)

AND BASED ON THAT LOGIC, generally the way these writers and directors etc base these ones, they fully lean into the fell first / fell harder dynamic, and almost immediately after the second person realises, they kiss

SO im very much hoping for a kiss at the end of this episode (but it also might not be til next episode)

WE'RE WHAT, ONE MINUTE INTO THE EPISODE?? AND WE'RE ALREADY GETTING TO THE INTIMATE STARES????

OH BOY IM SCARED FOR THE REST OF THE EPISODE

I THINK MY GAY LITTLE HEART MIGHT ACTUALLY EXPLODE

oh yup, oh yup, we've got the heartbeat sound in the background. kang's feelings are coming to lightttt (PLEASE LET THEM KISS TODAY)

AAA

IM SO EXCITED FOR WHATS GONNA HAPPEN BC OF THIS

my theory that they're gonna run away during school hours is still going strong

NOOOOO THE SCENE WAS SO NICE AND HAPPY AND FLUFFY WHY ARE YOU HERE TO RUIN IT YOU BASTARD???

yup okay so that theory is definitely right

(the theory that saifah's gonna like steal from kang's house, and his dad is gonna get shot in the process. not my own theory, it's from @ respectthepetty and it's such a good theory, I love it so much)

OML THIS IS SO FUNNY

I CANT WAIT FOR MORE BATHROOM SHENANIGANS, THIS IS GONNA BE WONDERFUL

awh is he lonely?

he needs a hug

from kang

all through the night

it'll be insane if they do tho, its literally night one, there's no way

I TAKE IT BACK, APPARENTLY IM WRONG????

OKAY NVM APPARENTLY I WASNT WRONG

im half convinced kang is gonna walk in or smth tho

YALL IM SCREAMING, HE FULL-ASS JUST HEEHEED

THEY ARE FRIENDS

AAAA THE LYRICS

I JUST LOVE THEM SO MUCH

THEYRE SO PLAYFUL WITH EACH OTHER

WHAT THE HELL

what I wouldn't give to be that driver rn

THE ARM OVER THE SHOULDER???????

THEYRE LITERALLY SO IN LOVE?????????

OMG

PIMFAH

MY WIFE

I rly wish that screenshot was better but the wifi is being stupid for no reason (which isn't surprising since this is Australia and we have the shittest wifi there is)

anyway IM SO SURE JUNE IS GONNA SHOW UP TODAY

GIVE👏US👏LESBIANS👏

DID I NOT SAY IT?

I WAS RIGHT YALL

AAAAAAAAAAA

LITERALLY IMMEDIATE

AS SOON AS THE OTHER MAJOR FEMALE CHARACTER WAS INTRODUCED, B O O M, LESBIANS

I VERY MUCH APPRECIATE THIS

although I wasn't expecting it to be teacher/student

she is just a trainee teacher, but its still a bit ick

idk tho

I guess we'll see what they do with it

gay panic in real time

ooh yes ive been waiting for the familial need for an heir thing to crop up, yesyesyes

making me think of drarry now

OKAY SO MAYBE I WAS WRONG

MAYBE HE DOES LIKE HER

but the things I said are still true

the evidence we've gotten before just now havent really felt solid enough to argue that kang likes pimfah

but now... I guess I have to agree

pimfah knows/suspects/ships it and no one can convince me otherwise

IM WHEEZE-LAUGHING THIS IS HILARIOUS

THE MUSIC PLAYING IN THE BACKGROUND?????

I CANT RN

SO THIS IS DEFINITELY A DREAM SEQUENCE, RIGHT?

I wasn't expecting imaginary scenes from this series but I deeply appreciate it

I CANT STOP LAUGHING

THIS IS SO EMBARRASSING, SAILOM

YOU SHOULD BE EMBARRASSED

BUT ITS ALSO SUCH A MOOD

also I like kang's shoes

Y E S

I WAS HOPING FOR OPEN HOUSE VIEWJUNE

again, I wasn't expecting it to be teacher/student, but anyway

OH YOU LESBIANN

G3I4ORENHGKLS

I would do the same tho

June is so pretty

and so is view

and so is chimon

and so is Perth

(and so is satang)

(no I will not shut up about my satang and perth siblings agenda, its too good to keep to myself)

NO IM OUT OF IMAGES

on the bright side, it took a lot longer to run out today than it did last week

[snormynight]

Last night I binged all of OF//MD. I cannot believe what I was missing out on. But now I get a short wait time for S2 heehee. Anyway please accept my drabble.

The Salt in the air dips down and swirls around on the deck with the wind, and the deck in turn creaks in time with the gentle bob of the sea. The ocean is void of activity, lucky for the crew who lay about with their various activities and luckier for their captains, who are nestled together in the berth below.

The air wafts in through the open window, entangling itself with Ed’s bountiful locks. He’s propped up on the bed, supporting his head with one hand while the other runs through his boyfriend's own tufts of hair. Stede Bonnet is laid out flat on his back, chest rising and falling with a low crackle in his breath. He sleeps with a small pout to his lips and a crease between his eyebrows. He's waxy and sallow, and yet, Ed’s own breath catches at his beauty. He's worried, really he is, but there's something so peaceful here, hidden away from the rest of the crew. Ed is almost grateful for the excuse. Almost.

He's broken out of his lovesick daze when Stede starts to squirm against the sheets, inhaling a shaky breath through his mouth. He groans pitifully, bringing a hand up to rub at his eyes. The other fumbles around for something. Ed catches it, rubbing a thumb across Stedes hand gently. Stede rolls over toward him, longing to be close and places it in Ed’s lap. The man smiles down at the poorly one.

“How are we then, Stede?” 

Stede is rarely silent, but he almost considers a vow today. He feels like he's drowning, in his head at least, and he tries to sniff to alleviate the pressure there. It's soupy and thick; does nothing for him except grate along the walls of his nostrils. He lugs himself into an upright position and his nose starts to run. He only gets a squinty, too-bright-to-see glance at his boyfriend before his eyes snap shut, and he gasps for another breath, this time involuntarily.

“eh-hih! HeHnxt! Hep-chuh!!”

He thinks he's done and sniffs long and hard, only to gurgle as the pressure builds again. Surely he's setting himself up for failure later.

“I'm fine,” he says, struggling to sound even remotely chipper. “I reckon i'll be right as rain soon enough.”

Ed smirks, doubting the validity in that statement and brings his cool thumbs up to rest on top of Stede’s sore eyelids,rubbing his temples gently with his other appendages. Stede sighs, mouth going slack and the pressure in his head recedes a little. He brings his shaky hands up to rest on the sturdy wrists there. 

His nose starts to quiver once more and Stede tries to scrunch his face up to stave off a sneeze. His grip tightens on Ed's wrists as his chest heaves and he ultimately has to duck his head down away from Ed's fingers to avoid drenching the man’s face.

 “ehttcheh-huh! Htchssh! hah-achshiew!”

Stede moans and slumps down, anchored by the weight of his sickness. Ed grips his biceps gently, straightening him into a more upright position, eyeing him fondly.

“Yeah, I'm thinking later rather than sooner” he tsks.

Stede just shivers in response. He's extra cognizant of Ed's hands on his arms and it's taking all his strength to not just collapse into him, begging to be held. He knows Ed needs to divert attention to more pirat-ey things. What those things are? He doesn't know. Just that this can't be the most pressing matter to him now.

The words are tumbling out of him before he can stop himself, “don't you have a crew to tend to?”

Ed shrugs. “silence, while worrying, doesn’t have to mean anything. Unless you make it something. Then I suppose it is.”

Stede swallows. Neediness and drowsiness crash into each other like waves on the sea. “Am I something?”

Ed blinks languidly. He acts so Stede doesn't have to, pulling him in and cradling him to his chest. Stede lets out a puff of air as he utterly deflates in Ed’s arms. He wants to bring his arms up to hold him, to meet him halfway, but he's beginning to melt, lulling himself with the ocean again and Ed’s heartbeat. Ed’s fingers are threading through his hair once more. 

“You're everything.”

[floweyheadcanons]

Posted something fire on main so you already KNOW I have to repost it here

For context, my post was a reblog to this one (by the great papyru) that's also really good. not going to reblog from there again since I want Papyru to get all the likes instead of having to dig through notes to figure out which liked their post and which liked my addition.

heehee here's the post now. be warned, it's under keep reading because it's REALLY LONG.

i'm evil hijacking this post to brainrot about my interpretation of flowey and toriel post pacifist feel free to correct me if you think i could cook harder but like

i think this is why it'd take so long for flowey to really admit that he's asriel to toriel. they grow closer but he doesn't want her to think of him like that. of the martyred baby prince instead of the him right there. he doesn't want to have to calculate in his head to figure whether she's doing this for him, for 'asriel', or for the version of him she thinks he is.

he's cautious as hell because he can't reset anymore and he doesn't want to ruin things permanently hell it's already taking him a lot to not just hide away from people he isn't 150% sure could never hate him. like months probably go by as toriel thinks of him as this weird kid who seemingly has no home and clearly cares about her and begins to think of him like a second son.

he slowly shows her more and more of himself and every time he does for a bit he's scared that she'll grow tired of him and wish he was a normal boy but it never happens and he just doesn't understand. how could she care about him when he's so annoying he's such a horrible person he just hurts anyone who wants to get close to him.

he occasionally just has meltdowns but instead of getting frustrated at him she grows angry at herself because she doesn't know how to help him and she wishes she was a better mother and able to do something for him. so he just begins to feel ashamed and just kinda locks himself away and toriel tries to get him to open the door but eventually just leaves him be in the hopes he'll feel better later.

things go like this for a while. flowey and toriel get comfortable again, toriel tries to show flowey that she cares about him, and then flowey grows overwhelmed and upset and hides away. she eventually just asks why. is she trying too hard? was it something she said or did?after a pause he just says "i don't desrve it."

she doesn't get how he couldn't. when she tries to tell him how good a person he is, he just retorts "you don't know me." she almost demands to know how she still doesn't know him after months but realizes that it won't do any good. she instead asks who he really is. he doesn't entirely know where to start. he lists the terrible things he's done, the bad thoughts he's had about people he knows care about "him". it's kind of like screaming into the void.

a pause. flowey begins to think he said too much. toriel opens the door. she looks down at him before sitting beside him. neither of them know what exactly to say. she tries to reach out and pat him on the head, but he cringes. he asks her if she cares about any of the things he's done. she admits that she's still processing everything he's said, but feels that he's changed since then considering he doesn't still run around killing and torturing innocents. she jokingly asks if he's secretly a serial murderer and he's like "i don't know, you'll have to find out."

he still doesn't get why she cares, but he's figured out by now that he can't really stop her, so he'll just have to deal with it.

[revolvingfanatic]

I absolutely love your "I Do Not Fear Death" fanfic!🤩 The dynamic between Puss and Death was so cute, which made the fight between the two all the more painful😖

But I gotta ask, will you ever update the fic? It's been a while since the previous chapter's release. 🤔 There's no rush from me tho, just wondering since I really loved reading your story😃

Heehee, thank you!💖 I’m definitely happy to hear it had the intended sucker punch effect I was going for 😈 I tried to make it hurt as much as possible 😇✨

And yes, I definitely do plan on updating at some point; and have in fact been chipping away at the penultimate chapter, but I have a lot going on right now so it's been slow-going. Classes, and a recent car crash (I got T-boned by someone running a stop sign ಠ_ಠ) that I have legal stuff and physical therapy and junk to deal with are taking up most of my time, but I really enjoy writing, and NEED to finish this fic!! Plus a close friend of mine did a beautiful piece of artwork for the next chapter and I’m excited to show that off 🖼️ 🥹

Thanks again for your kind words and inquiry, and I look forward to seeing what you think of the next chapter! ✨(whenever that will end up being 😆)

[mamawasatesttube]

tim for the headcanons asks? (and kon, even though you’ve already answered for him? and have probably been asked like five times already lol)

ABSOLUTELY LETS GOOO tim time :)

Headcanon A:  realistic

clothes thief!!!! from literally everyone he's fond of, ever!!!! catch him going on a 2am boba run wearing dick's flip-flops, cassie's sweatpants, kon's jacket, cass's shirt, and a really weird hat he stole from bart once. there's about a 50% chance that any given article of clothing in his closet is thefted.

Headcanon B: while it may not be realistic it is hilarious

when he's around 20 it hits him that hey, my best bro's early life was MAD fucked up actually. so he goes and tanks rex leech's credit score just for funsies <3

Headcanon C: heart-crushing and awful, but fun to inflict on friends

he was the one who eventually had to pull cassie away from kon's body, in the rubble, because he was the only one she'd let touch either of them. he compartmentalized about it. it was fine. (it was not fine.)

Headcanon D: unrealistic, but I will disregard canon about it because I reject canon reality and substitute my own.

i really like the idea of him eventually taking on the name "rook" as an adult hero! it's the name of a corvid, in keeping with the Bird Themes, but also it's a chess piece. something something metaphors.

and now kon <3 i certainly do NOT mind answering again heehee

Headcanon A:  realistic

he was the unknowing heartthrob of smallville high when he came back. he literally had no idea bc he was too busy soul-searching, figuring out he was In The Closet This Whole Time, etc. it's also funny bc younger kon wouldve been screaming at him like DUDE SO MANY GIRLS LIKE YOU WHATS WRONG WITH YOU!!! but it's honestly a mark of his Growth as a person. he's just going through a lot ok

Headcanon B: while it may not be realistic it is hilarious

he has a secret wendy the werewolf stalker tumblr blog that's one of the biggest names in the fandom. mostly he writes meta. occasionally he writes fic too.

Headcanon C: heart-crushing and awful, but fun to inflict on friends

after his resurrection, he doesn't even realize how traumatized he is by his own death until one day a building gets knocked down in a fight he's in, and despite it not falling even remotely close to on top of him, breathing in the dusty air in all the rubble sends him spiraling into panic. it's part of why he decides he needs a leave of absence from the titans.

Headcanon D: unrealistic, but I will disregard canon about it because I reject canon reality and substitute my own.

in line with part a: he has a brief summer fling with simon valentine that starts with them making out at prom senior year. it's literally the only time anyone at smallville high has ever been jealous of simon valentine.

[shalpilot]

Hello! It's been a while since I asked you something

So, i'm not really into ffxiv stuff (like, plot, game itself, etc) but I'm extremely curious about your oc Kiril. Due to this i came up with some questions (they're so basic, because i need to know at least something to ask a proper question)

1. Can we get a lil' bit of Kiril's backstory (other than running away from home). As far as i understood, he ran away with his sister/friend Yesui and something bad happened to her. So, maybe now you can give some extra details on their runaway and her death (if it was death, obviously)?

2. What about Kiril's parents? I didn't get the thing about forehead scales (maybe, it's described in ffxiv wiki or smth, idk) and who were they? Some sort of a ruler? Just soldiers?

3. Not really important but how do you pronounce Kiril and Yesui's names (full, of course)?

So, I'm glad to write again and being eager to wait for your new answers

Probably, if it doesn't bother you, i'd ask more questions in future about Kiril

edit: question one ain’t canon anymore LOLOLOL. yesui still dies in coerthas but it’s related 2 the herectics now. idk how bc I like. just stared heavensward but. we will see.

1) I actually rolled Kiril’s last name and ended up getting one of the tribes with canon lore which is GREAT for me bc it helped me mold his backstory more. I’m not at the part where I actually get to learn about ‘em in-game cuz i only started playing like a month ago but to boil down what I know, the Dotharl tribe believes in reincarnation & as a whole the Xaela- pausing. Kiril is an Au Ra (race), a Xaela Au Ra (black scales; nomadic), and a Dotharl (tribe). hope that makes sense lol. anyways as a whole the Xaela are pretty unwelcoming to outsiders and even Xaela from other tribes. Every year they have a Naadam which is battle where the victor “claims dominion” over the Azim Steppe (homeland) for the year. The Dotharl emphasize not fearing death and not being a fucking pussy

all of that is setup LOL. Anyways, Kiril was born shortly after the death of a notable warrior (also named Kiriltugh) and so he was set on the path of becoming a warrior since essentially day one. thing is, he a.) hated it and b.) was shit at it. he struggled to pick up even the most basic parts of fighting and suffered a lot of berating due to it. at the same time, an older girl in the tribe was making strides and becoming a veritable golden child in the eyes of the adults. that was Yesui! she was incredibly strong for her age and seemed to have a natural gift for battle. but very importantly, she was also understanding of Kiril’s struggles & helped train him even after plenty of other people had declared him a lost cause. eventually though, despite her best efforts (and Kiril’s improvements! turns out a mentor who doesn’t yell at you is a lot more effective) Kiril made up his mind to just. leave. when he told Yesui about his plan, she insisted on coming with him. even with Kiril protesting (you’re doing fine here; don’t ruin your life by coming along!) she wasn’t going to let a 10 year-old leave on his own.

They travel together for an undecided amount of time- left vague so I can update it when i get to later expansions (heehee) until they eventually end up in Coerthas, a snowy region. To my understanding this is pretty fucking far away so I think they must’ve argued their way into an adventuring party or several to make it all that way. they didn’t exactly have a plan; it was just “keep going until we feel like it.”

(a realm reborn spoilers until the next question.)

in Coerthas, things take a pretty sharp nosedive for the two of them and they end up alone and very, very lost. their adventuring party was attacked by a beast tribe and the materials they were carrying were ran off with. They manage to find a cave which offers them a small amount of shelter. Yesui leaves Kiril there while she goes to look for any kind of settlement they might be able to hole up in. she’s gone for ages. and when she comes back, excitedly promising Kiril she’s found someplace safe, she seems… off. she’s holding his hand a little too tight, moving a little too fast. she assures Kiril that where they’re going is safe, warm, and “beautiful”, but the storm raging around them only seems to be getting worse.

…i’m gonna get a little more technical from here because i want to make the rest of this into a comic rather than writing it out.

what’s happened to Yesui is she’s become enthralled by a primal god. Garuda, the resident primal of the region, is in the process of being summoned by the same beast tribe that attacked them, with the items they were transporting (large quantities of crystals). the more followers a primal accrues, the more powerful they become, and something in the region has caught her attention.

Kiril.

so, using Yesui as means to draw him to her, she means to take control of him as well. unbeknownst to either of them, Kiril is under the protection of Hydaelyn, a different (benevolent) goddess who grants Kiril immunity to the thrall of primals. in shielding him, She also ends up shattering the crystals being used in the ritual, causing it to fail. in the ensuing chaos, Kiril escapes with Yesui and manages to find an actual settlement. he begs for help for him and his closest friend- who has remained enthralled even after the disruption of the ritual.

the thing about those who become enthralled is that there is no helping them. what’s more, every follower is another source of strength for a primal.

she cannot be allowed to live.

despite his desperate pleas, despite his promises that she’ll never hurt anyone, Yesui is put to death.

he is far, far from home, and he’s never been more alone in his life.

….then some stuff happens and he becomes an adventurer. i don’t wanna fill in everything just yet, haha.

2.) His mom is a goldsmith and his dad’s a hunter! His mom’s forehead scales are just a trait female Au Ra have. men don’t tend to have as many/any scales there.

3.) Key-rill-too (full name is Kiriltugh) and Yesui is like. yeh-sooey. kinda :?

Kiril doesn’t tend to go by his full name because he feels he hasn’t earned it. this is more so a thing before he saved the entire realm; now it’s more of an affectionate nickname from friends.

[true-blue-sonic]

my struggling braincell when i’m sick and cold laying in bed at 1 AM: hnnghhh… espilver angst… 🫠🫠🫠

You and me both😅 But I've managed to kick my headache into gear and wrote a little for that fic about the Ifrit and its mind control, that you talked about earlier today :> :> Something something world setting is like adjacent to my other multi-chapter Espilver fic wherein Silver is from a good world but was also the only one realising Eggman Nega was 100% plotting to destroy them, he's been quite socially isolated because nobody believed him, Espio is his first true friend ever, here's what I have so far. Angst time 100. Enjoy!🍀

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“…Espio?”

“Something bad is coming,” the chameleon muttered, his fingers trailing over a shuriken laying loosely in his other hand. “I can sense it.”

And he himself could too, Silver knew: the air clung onto his pelt like tar, his lungs struggling to heave in the black smoke and orange embers jumping of burning rubble. “Then we’d best be careful,” he managed to bring out. “And the moment you see the Ifrit, tell me!”

Espio said nothing back.

Stifling a grunt as he clambered up against more wreckages Silver swallowed, paying it no mind. His thoughts were reeling as well: what had this world been, before it had been destroyed? Had there been people, or any sort of sentient life; a civilisation doomed the moment the Ifrit turned its eyes towards them? There had to have been: terrifyingly large skyscrapers wobbled around them, the underground he and Espio were ever so carefully trying to traverse slipping away underneath them with every step and crumbling into the ocean of lava down below… All because of that monster, the hedgehog snarled, and if Eggman Nega got his way he would let the exact same happen to their own world, and Silver would not let it come to pass.

He was so caught up in his thinking he only realised he was about to run into Espio when he could skid to a halt mere centimeters away from the other.

“Espio? Did you see something?!”

The chameleon stayed quiet still.

“Espio?” Silver tried again, giving the other a nudge in his back. “What’s… wrong…?”

A shambling step away from him followed, Espio’s face blank as he turned around, his hand lifting, Silver’s eyes widening, a gleam of metal coursing through the air-!

“Augh!”

Crying out and staggering backwards Silver threw his hand forward by instinct, a cyan shield grasping at the shuriken… that tore past his palm, a sharp stab of pain making him cry out. “Espio!” he yelled at the other. “What the heck?!”

Espio’s mouth opened… and Silver froze as words came tumbling out, a flurry of nonsense that stirred into a “Destroy…” and then a “Must destroy Silver,” and then a “Destroy Silver, destroy Silver, destroy Silver, destroy Silver” in a never-ending mantra that got overtaken only by a gleeful cackle in the sky.

“You’ve grown so fond of your companion you’ve led your guard down around him, dear Silver?” Eggman Nega jeered, floating in the sky in his Egg Mobile. “What an… interesting development. I did not take you to be capable of that, heehee!”

“Shut up!!” Silver roared back at him- though he had to jump out of the way as a fist, gleaming with a kunai clutched between the fingers, got flung towards him. “Wh- Espio! He wouldn’t-!”

“Tsk. Of course he would. Of course he’d get tired of you eventually. Had you not expected that?” Eggman Nega grinned, elbow lavishly leaning on the side of his Egg Mobile… before he shrieked as Silver flung out his hand and the shuriken rushed past where his head had been if he hadn’t pulled it down microseconds prior.

“You’re lying! Look at how he’s moving!”

And indeed, where Espio’s movements had been ever so graceful and collected before, now they tittered and hitched and jolted as the kunai nearly fell from his hands.

“…The Ifrit has the ability to blind one’s soul. Of course!” A cackle followed, Eggman Nega’s face stuck in a manic sneer. “His soul has been blinded… The Ifrit has him under its control! And that means you are doomed, you little rat. As if you would ever fight the one friend you’ve had in your life.”