#im gonna eat dirt by the end of the day

[altarfates]

it's says five hours but i switched between pc and playstation yesterday so i could lay down so ive actually been playing forrrr about ,,,, fifteen hours.

[morosluvbug]

let me take care of you - haikyuu characters

ft. kita, osamu, bokuto

⊹ genre - sugary fluff hcs

⊹ gender neutral reader

⊹ synopsis - reader is sick ohhh noo

⊹ A/N - period cramps are kicking my ass so im projecting my haikyuu faves taking care of me please help.

. shinsuke kita

"Your troubles are mine, let me take care of everything."

he is the best at taking care of you no contest, and knows exactly what to do and what your recovery timeline will look like.

he is a tiny bit scared of getting sick. the man has a routine he needs to follow and cannot allow himself to get sick!

still so attentive though, he will just be approaching with a mask. loves you too much to stay away!!

has tea constantly running, a meal schedule planned out, and will not let you leave the bed unless it is crucial to your health to go on walks to rebuild strength.

still has to attend to the rice farm!! but makes sure you are okay before he leaves and frequently checks in when he gets the chance.

very honest about the timeline of your recovery, especially if it's a nasty virus. but praises you so much, will constantly soothe your worries and tell you everything will be okay.

he just loves you so bad. he will soothe any muscle aches, prepare any cold/hot pads, do anything to make sure you are as happy as possible, and just wants to comfort you in any way he can.

runs you warm baths and will wash your hair and scrub you down, even going as far as helping you with your skincare (oh I need him). leaves you with his shirt since he will be gone most of the day.

will be giving you a sad puppy look when you're feeling particularly horrible. he just wants to take it all away :(

. osamu miya

"Give me your hand, we'll get through this together."

you tell him not to come near you, he still has a restaurant to run and can't afford to risk getting sick and serving people!

this man. he is not scared of getting sick. he definitely built his immune system through eating dirt with atsumu or something when they were little.

trust he will be glued to your side, he's the boss of Onigiri Miya! he's gonna take the time off and leave a detailed list of how to do everything for his employees, with his number left ONLY for emergencies.

if he does end up having to run to Onigiri Miya, he will be speed running getting down to the store, getting the issue solved, and running back home with anything you want as an apology.

you might be able to catch him on the phone with his mom while you're fading in and out of consciousness. he's trying his absolute best to treat your ailment :(

he will cook anything you want, tries to stick to a strict plan of soups and proteins but if you really want something specific he will fold automatically.

sits around and watches any movies or tv you want. he is so whipped he will run to get any sweets or takeout you want.

he will definitely call kita if he is really stressed about your health. he just wants the best for you and that comes before everything, even his pride.

not scared to kiss you or cuddle you, despite any protesting on your side of things to stay away.

he is so firm about you resting up as much as possible, this man will be sprinting down the hallway for anything as small as a cup of water.

overall, he makes the whole process really easy. will not allow any tears to be shed and wants his partner to be happy

. kotaro bokuto

"let me ease your worries, we'll beat this in no time! "

oh, poor bokuto. he has no idea what he's doing.

sad bokuto on the phone with akaashi and kiyoomi every five minutes. he loves you so bad but probably has 1) never had to take care of someone 2) has never had to take care of himself

if you live together at this point, he has anything that you've bought in the past. but if you're spending time at his place. oh, good luck!

he’s just a bit silly is all. knows nothing about medicine or foods you should be eating.

he is not scared of getting sick and DEFINITELY gets sick with you. but he isn't bothered at all, it does just mean more time with you after all.

he tries his best overall, will carry you everywhere (even when he gets sick) will try to cook and will entertain you as much as possible.

you might. have to sit with him in the kitchen while he cooks for you both. even if it's just him heating up canned soup and pouring it into a cup. please help him.

kisses you and holds you and and and

similar to osamu, he is wrapped around you the whole time, this man is glued to your side. he has molded himself to your very being. if you leave to go to the restroom he will be pouting. throwing a fit every time you leave.

he just tries to make you laugh and tries to comfort you :( capitalize on this moment because he spoils you so bad while you’re sick !! if you thought he spoiled you before oh no. he will be buying you any plushy he even thought you might like.

you want him to read for you? done. want your nails painted but are too weak? consider it done. want him to juggle random household objects for you? they might end up broken but he'll try.

overall: wants you to be happy. he’s so silly but so love-stricken that anything you want from him he will do.

reblogs notes and replies are appreciated!! <3

A/N. first fic in a long time hope you enjoyed my shitty hcs ^_^

[whousestypewriters]

friends till the end right? - k.a x reader

pairing: kai azer x reader

requested: yes / no

warnings: swearing

a/n: im living off of these crumbs until i get my hands on reckless fr. this'll be he last fic queued/posted until i get back lovelies. hope you enjoy mwah <33

taglist: @nqds, @lxvebelle, @reminiscentreader, @off-to-the-r4ces, @ecliphttlunar

@tornqdowarnings

kai azer was your friend.

your bestfriend.

you grew up together, he, just one week older than you basically being your guide into life. you both know he's full of shit and that he just likes to brag that he's older.

you've been by his side for all of it. the awful way edric treated him - which you still want to shove a dagger up edric's ass for by the way - to sneaking into the kitchen and eating lemon tarts with him.

you're his other half and he's yours.

he was by your side when your parents died, never once leaving you during those awful days. he pulled you out of your slump and brought you back to life.

so yeah....

you were close.

and although you were possibly the closets friends in ilya. you wanted more. you wanted to be the girl he looked at in every room the girl who he would recognise anywhere. you wanted to be his girl.

but that wasn't happening anytime soon. it was mere delusional thinking.

"hey, darling," kai's voice snaps you out of your thoughts. "you just gonna lie there all day?"

sighing you open your eyes and look up to kai. "it is rather comfy," you grumble at him. shutting your eyes and the image of kai and the colorful morning sky out.

"well its not my fault you tripped mid-spar."

"EXCUSE ME?" you practically fly up off the ground in anger. "I DID NOT TRIP YOU LITTLE SHIT-" you yell before kai cuts you off with a hand to your mouth.

"hush, you don't want to wake the entire kingdom with your loud ass mouth, you'd think you were a damn amplifier not tele."

you scoff and shove him back, causing him to stumble a little. "i'm going to murder you in your sleep."

"i get to look at your pretty face while dying? thats the greatest gift," kai smirks at you before shoving you back into a nearby tree, "and that was payback for shoving me."

"you deserved my shove. I didn't deserve yours," you huff leaning against the tree while kai looked at you from a few feet away. "what?" you ask. "do i have something on my face? if its dirt im blaming you, i've got lessons all morning after this."

he had an indecipherable look on his face. it only added to your confusion when he stepped closer, his body crowding yours the heat rolling off his skin and onto yours. still looking at you strangely he raises his hand slowly moving towards your face.

"what are you doing?" you meant it to sound questioning and stern but it just came out all breathy and high pitched.

his hand brushed you cheek as he raised it and pulled a twig from your hair. "you had something in your hair," his voice was soft and the moment crackled between the two of you.

there was no reason for you two to be standing that close. it was purely choice. and when kai's head dipped a little you almost gasped at how close you two were.

this was it, oh my god, you were getting your moment? that delusion was turning into a reality.

your breaths mingled together and you're ninety percent sure when kai's hand cupped your cheek and the other grabbed your waist you died a little inside - in the good way.

this was it.

"good morning guys!" a voice came from the other side of the training grounds as kitt strolled leisurely into the area.

kai stepped back from you quickly and headed over to chat with his brother but not before sending you a look that made you want to grin like a school girl.

maybe those delusions weren't so wrong after all.

[hellcheckers]

tier list of all the hours in cultsim based on how horny I think they are

S Tier: The Grail - Self explanatory

The-Mare-In-The-Tree and The Malachite are canonically rumored to fuck nasty in the woods despite it technically being illegal to fuck if you’re immortal

A Tier: Mother of Ants - im biased because I think she’s hot. the fact that jesus is one of her names won’t deter me from trying to hit that.

The Forge of Days - Quite literally caused a millennial calamity via killing the Sun-In-Splendor because she was afraid that they would get too horny, would put in S tier but she did kill her lover so.

The Moth - Listen having one of the ways to ascend as the carapace cross is to be a stripper and lapdance in several occult locations. The moth may not fuck be they sure as hell don’t mind that.

The Sister and Witch + The Witch and Sister - these lesbians are literally intertwined with two different versions corresponding to different aspects. Which one is the witch and which one is the sister? I don’t fucking know and neither do you. One drowned after the other and if that doesn’t scream tragic sapphic sex idk what does. also they probably sent the recipe to the sex in the beach cocktail to some random bartender as a prank good for them.

B Tier: The Flowermaker - While I don’t know much about them, I do know that those flowers a definitely drugs. Not horny enough to bone but horny enough to make Acid 100000.

The Thunderskin - Bro got flayed because The Grail and him fucked to the point that he was the sacrifice bc they just really boned that much.

The Beachcomber - While this avian hour does not have any lore behind its sexual preferences, it is said to “collect the secret liaisons of the hours and gloat”. Fucking voyeur.

C Tier: The Elegiast- He is not the kindest hour, but he does not forget. This may or may not extend to the liaisons of mortals. Best not to ask him about it.

The Colonel and The Lionsmith - Gonna be honest these two are too caught up with trying to one up each other via eternal strife to actually think about committing the crime of the sky. Shoutout to the theory/headcanon that The Colonel and The Mother of Ants are secret lovers though.

The Vagabond - Has probably fucked in her lifetime, but is definitely too salty over being banned from the Mansus to think about sex.

The Velvet - She’s too busy digging in the dirt and hiding juicy gossip and world ending secrets. Understands consent as she did say No to the Glory.

D Tier: The Sun-In-Rags - I don’t think any of the technical children of The Sun are too happy about being born via failed and lethal sex. Definitely don’t think the Sun-In-Rags is happy about visiting what’s essentially his mom when it’s the spitting but depressed image of his dad.

The Door in The Eye - I don’t think medieval LASIK is hot tbh but that might just be me. Other than the fact that Teresa is within its vicinity, there are no horny vibes here unless you count blood.

The Meniscate - Child of The Sun, see above. However, bonus points to how she’ll take in the dancer if they are too symmetrical to be sorted under heart or moth.

F Tier: The Wolf Divided - CONSUME TEAR KILL FLESH. CONSUME TEAR KILL FLESH. CONSUME TEAR KILL FLESH.

The Crowned Growth - EAT MOLD EAT MOLD EAT MOLD EAT MOLD EAT MOLD EAT MOLD EAT MOLD EAT MOLD EAT MOLD

The Madrugad - Probably the least traumatized of The Sun’s children. Also probably has the level head to not get involved with anything that has to do with The Crime of The Sky.

[riordanness]

when i was drowning - [p.jackson]

wordcount: 0.7K

warnings: almost drowning

requested: yes!! @thegirlwhosimpstoomuch6190

I should have known going swimming on my own would become a disaster. But technically, it was also the best day of my life.

Being a daughter of Hades is hard. Being the sister of Nico di Angelo is hard. Being a demigod is hard. But being in love with Perseus Jackson? That is the opposite of hard.

His sea green eyes that sparkle when he laughs. How he runs his hands through his scruffy black hair, making it even messier. How he fights with his shiny sword like nobody's watching. How he cares for the new campers, jokes with his friends, and always eats blue food if he can manage it.

I think it’s impossible not to fall for Percy Jackson. It’s the easiest? most natural feeling in the world.

Anyways, I’m a bit of a loner. Most campers don’t tend to want to hang out with the creepy death twins, so both Nico and I decide to be alone most of the time. Over the years here at camp, Nico has been in and out a lot, shadow travelling all over the world and even into hell once.

I’ve stayed here at camp all this time. I spend my time alone. I’ve tried to redecorate the Hades cabin (Nico made some terrible decisions as a young child and I am desperate to fix it). I do classes alone or sometimes with the Apollo kids (Will Solace is dating my brother, and he is like a brother to me).

Sorry, I’m getting off topic. Solangelo does that to people.

So on that shiny summer morning, Im walking down the dirt path to the lake. I’m glad I’m alone. I’d never dare to swim with someone else. No that anyone would want to do that with a Hades kid. We’re “creepy and dark and mysterious” or whatever. Which isn’t true. Yeah, I’m a introvert, but so are a lot of other people.

I have the weirdest feeling someone is watching me. I whirl around, but see nothing. Huh. I decide to ignore the strange feeling and just relax a little.

I wander down to the canoe lake, strip down to my sports bra and bike shorts, and dive off the end of the pier.

Unfortunately, I misjudged my dive. I landed wrong, felt my leg bend weirdly, and plummeted into the water. My head hits something hard, and everything goes black.

The next time I open my eyes, they see the somewhat blurry ceiling of the infirmary. Yellow light fills the room, warm and sunshiny and very Apollo cabin themed. I’m not sure I like this aesthetic so much.

“Y/n!”

It’s Nico. He rushes over and sits down on a stool beside me. “Damn, are you okay?”

I groan, my head suddenly spiked with pain. “Um. I think so? What the hell happened?”

Nico raises an eyebrow. “Y/n, you almost freakin drowned. What were you thinking? Going to swim alone?”

“I’m sorry,” I say, wincing. “So… what happened?”

Nico gives me a look. “You hit your head, we think. You would’ve drowned, you know. Except for Percy…”

I’m immediately paying attention. “Percy?” I ask curiously.

Nico looks slightly amused, and also annoyed. “Yeah, Percy Jackson. You were gonna drown, but he saved you. Lucky he happened to be walking past, which is weird, cause he was supposed to be at archery practice then.”

I flush slightly. “He… he saved me?”

Nico nods. “Gods, you’re hopeless. Stop getting all flustered over him.”

“Hey!” I complain. “Says you, whenever Will walks in the door.”

“Shut up.”

I smirk, and even though my head hurts something awful, Percy Freaking Jackson saved me in a canoe lake today. And that’s enough to make this my best day ever.

[invaiiin]

the first day of hogwarts when i first shifted

(My faceclaim is the gif 😙)

so. this was MY first day ( even tho it was middle of the year, but like ykwim. ) so basically, i scripted that i would have to pee when i got there, slightly odd but defo works . Anywho, i had to pee and after sm failed attempts i thought i rlly had to pee and i could have cried bc i was so mad like i was ab to start moaning and groaning bru. but then i like turned and halfway fell off my bed? and i was so confused bc my bed is GINORMOUS, think its a king size idk. so i open my eyes and im no longer in my room, (it was my room but just not in the reality I was coming from) but i actually got scared for a sec then recognized it was the gryfindor dorms , and when i tell you my emotions were like a mix of surprise, panic, awe , i went thru it all in the span of like a second. everyone was already in class. (scripted it that way bc I didn’t wanna absolutely freak out.)

I felt around everything. books on others girls beds, bedsheets, walls, yall I dead pinched myself bc I thought it was one of my dreams again. but no it was noooot. I like rushed to the bathrooms in my freaking pajamas, to look at my face. I was so SHOCKED😭 I don’t look like that in this reality, like except skin tone , brows, nose and jaw, so it was genuinely surprising seeing myself, another version of myself look how I’ve always wanted to look. truly surreal, and like , as I’m walking back , some students who were skipping just looked at me kinda weird while some just smiled and waved ( they come in literal packs .) and I just kinda looked at them like “😃😁☺️👋” as if I wasn’t literally dying. so as I get back to my dorm , I’m like “I should probably get to class rn.”

and when I open my closet, ALL OF MY DREAM CLOTHES ARE THERE. ( I put that we don’t have to wear our uniforms unless it’s Thursday and Friday, or we have important school events.)

so I’m like rushing and making a fit, and ts came out fire bro I’m not even gonna lie. I put ts ON. so I’m like brushing my hair, so silky btw, and I did my whole little morning routine as I would. so wtv. I’ll skip when I’m going down those LONG stairs.

I get to my first class, potions. GULLLP. guys snape is actually terrifying , he’s like the equivalent of a teacher who will give you referrals or call the deans if you step out of line ONCE. this man gives me dirts if i breathe the wrong way smh. but obviously he’s not terrible. he actually really likes helping out sometimes , and me and harry have caught him laughing TWICE in one day, y’all it’s a record.

and talking about harrryyyy (he’s my s/o LMAO) his grades are actually shit I’m sorry. yes he’s amazing at saving others, but yall those grades are LOOWWWW. if he went to school modern day his gpa would be as low as it could get. but he’s really handsome, super sweet guy, ( during summer he once sent me his owl with a small love note , a small tulip, and my favorite chocolate bar, cutie.) he’s pretty nerdy when it comes to things he enjoys, like when he reads a book (that hermoine probably forced him to read) and he actually ends up enjoying it, he will ask anyone about it , and talk about it any chance he gets. he enjoys learning about the history of magic a lottt, and he’s very energetic. very poetic too.

anyway so as the day goes on, everything is going well, my schedule is memorized and I have divination next. divination is amazing , the teacher is so sweet I love her sm.

and then food, UGHHH I LOVE LUNCH AND ANY EATING PERIOD. food is so goood, liiiiike anything u wanna eat just appears right infront of you😵 truly amazing

and magiccc. using magic feels magical! obviously. using wands feels a little weird, and seeing floating things, and making things float, also feels very weird at first. but I personally got the hang of it fast. and getting hit with spells from a wand kinda feels like a shock, like a taser. shock just courses through your body, with a pain to it. like when you’re breathing then all of a sudden you get that sharp pain by your rib. that’s exactly how it feels. I screamed so loud when we had to combat for one of my classes and everyone looked at me like I was a lunatic.

I won’t go too deep into things about class, just feels like any other day, bc like I said it was the middle of the year (4th year to be exact) . so it was all just learning ab things and talking to random classmates I had no knowledge of.

I stayed there for about two months, maybe three. but I loved it there and I shift there anytime I don’t have anything to do at night I’m currently in 6th year!!!

but yeah, I loved and love it there. I would do anything to go back to that first day that turned into months of being there. magical. riding on brooms is also amazing, but I still occasionally get scared when it comes to VERY high speeds lol😭

but yeah, that was my first day there + some other stuff !! :)

[fantasy-relax]

Cassandra

You feel that your fighting scenes are lacking so after playing with the children you go to the training grounds for inspiration. The middle daughter is quick to notice your presence.

"Want to see if you could enter? Oh mighty alpha! "

"No, I done fighting"

"done with it?"

She is interrupted by the trainer but her curiosity is touched. At the end she search for you and there you are sitting on the grass, writing and erasing in your journal. Before she can get close one of the male alpha apprentice get first, the talk starts tame but then she hear the mockery and insults to you, she interrupts with her temper barely contained.

"of course this pathetic alpha need the help of the weird omega!"

Her temper is flaring but before she could respond you do it without looking.

"of course this weird omega kick the ass of the stupid alpha talking shit, you should go to the medic I think your head is fucked up after that beating, or are you that imbecile?"

"you motherfucke-"

"if she have your face not thanks"

"Im gonna-"

"cry? Get lost before I make you eat dirt again"

The boy is gone cursing you, you get up and start walking, the brunette follows you.

"if you could defend yourself you should have done it"

"I don't give a shit about what he was saying I was tuning him out until you came"

" he will want revenge"

"Then I will talk with the captain, if he is like that as apprentice how he will be as a knight?"

"snitch"

"smart"

"you should have punch him"

" I told you, I'm done with fighting"

"what do you mean by done with fighting?"

"that I done with fighting"

"hahaha you are soo funny, you are a alpha! You should be aggressive and savage, not a coward hiding in the corner!"

"*sigh* my lady I am a orphan, since I can remember I been fighting for food, for attention, for my life. I don't wish to fight, I can, I can fight like a rat trapped in a bucket with coal but if I don't need then I will rest, I deserve to rest.

You walk away and she let's you go, she can say anything about that, after all the woman that birthed her only give them enough food to not die and even then is was too little for the three, Bela will give up her portion most of the time to feed Dani and her; beatings and insults were pretty common too, shit they not even known how to talk. They only understood pain, hunger and hate until mother adopted them and showed them about love, trust and safety.

So how can she shame you for searching peace when thats all what she wants for her family?

The next time she sits with you after her practice:

" how are you doing oh talented writer!"

" I think I getting there"

You show her your writing

"nah, this is not what a knight or swordman do"

That's the routine for Cassandra and you, some days both of you will be in the grounds, you will make a scene and she will show you how a fight like that will go. You write a lot more of action scenes and the children are amazed (Cassandra stand up proud of herself in the back when her schedule allow her) her sisters roll their eyes laughing softly.

The moment that she know that she is in love:

Is after a tournament, she was so close to win but she lost her balance in the last moment, she still receives ovation and praise because she was the youngest participant and the only omega, but in her way to the backroom she hears it.

"oh she kick your ass!"

"dude I not gonna fight with a omega girl"

"yeah I was soft too with her"

"this is only temporary, a fancy thing, she will understand that she is not built for this."

"really, omegas only are good for breeding"

She sees red.

The next thing she knows is that she is in the arms of her Mom, her body hurts a lot more there is lot of blood too, in her hands (sharper now), in her face, in her teeth. She is forbidden to participate in more tournaments until she is 18 (she should be banned for life but you know, privilege) her mother scolds her for hours (alcina make sure that the boys suffer from misfortune too) and she is forbidden for practice too at last for a month, she stays in her room and she eats there, her sisters and mom leave her alone. Mia talk to her through the door if she wants to play fight but Cassandra says no, so she let's her be.

You go to see her but she screams at you, the third time that you go, you hear her crying so you opened the door (pick the lock) and enter. She looks at you with wild eyes and when she recognized you she scream at you to go away. You sit slowly in the floor with your hands were she can see.

"what do you feel?"

"WHAT THE FUCK YOU THINK I FEEL!"

"I don't know that's why I asking"

"IM A ANGRY"

"at who?"

"AT THEM"

"who Is them?"

"The stupid alphas, the stupid manthings, the stupid people that think of me as weak, I'm not weak"

"you are not"

" I train hard, I work hard, Im not some stupid girl that doesn't know the world! When my punishment ends I will show them!"

"show them what?"

" that I'm stronger than them"

"that will satisfy you?"

"of course"

"you value more what the stupid alphas, the stupid manthings, the stupid people are saying that what your family says?

"I don't-"

"you do, Cassandra what do you think about you?"

" I- I'm"

"...breath slowly, inside,1, 2,3 4 outside 1 2,3 4"

" I work hard"

"you are hardworking"

"I'm good with the sword"

"you are skilled"

"I'm protective"

" you are protective"

"I'm strong"

"you are strong"

"I'm an omega"

"you are one"

"I'm me"

"you are"

Silence reigns for a few seconds before you talk again.

"Scared people will try to make other afraid too, insecure people will try to make others insecure, they will talk and talk and talk, give them a inch a power over you and then you are trapped in their miserable world too"

"..."

She gets close to you.

" did you know what I did to them? "

"yes"

"I'm a wild child, I can go feral at the drop of a hat, I'm slipping right now"

"Feral not mean violent, means that instinct is governing your mind, and instinct is not all about violence, so I think I will be fine."

She drops in your arms and you hug her, she feels a lot smaller like that. You hear her purring softly and feels her move slowly, she is scenting you let her be just answering with your own purr.

Both of you fall asleep like that, she is the first to wake up and she sees your face drool on your cheek and your arm around her and it hits her harder than any punch, she wants this, you shielding her from the cruel world but letting her fight back just to rest in your arms, like her mother and mom do. You will never have to fight again she will fight for you, you just need to rest.

After you wake up, you check on her after seeing that she is better you stand up.

"do want to help me with some scenes? I can't seem to found the angle"

"With pleasure"

She talks with her sisters, they are happy for her but they are worried about you using her: Bela make a full background of you and Daniela subtly interrogate you. After concluding that you are safe they talk about the middle sister more when they pass time with you.

Bela talk about the bravery of Cass, how she was the one ready to throw hands on anybody, not matter the difficulty. Her honesty and how she never brokes her promises. Truly will be a wonderful knight, truly will be a wonderful partner.

Daniela will talk about how Cass is a softy, really, always buying little trinkets just because remind her of them, how she Is the best storyteller because she actually is very sensitive , if Bela don't stop her Cass will have spoiled her rotten. She is a protector no harm will come to them as long as Cassandra is there. She is a caring sister and she will be a loving mother.

Cassandra will be a amazing wife and mate, don't you agree?

[brighttears]

Dusk II

Joel Miller x f!reader

No physical description, no use of y/n 

Summary: You and Joel finally meet and he’s torn by want and fear. He tries to cut you off, wanting to protect you from himself, but he can’t stay away. 

Word count: 3k

Warnings: mentions of death, drinking 

A/n: wooo part twooo brain still soggy 2day I haven’t started part 3 but i swear im gonna do it this time

—

"Theseus: Stop. Give me your hand. I am your friend. 

Herakles: I fear to stain your clothes with blood. 

Theseus: Stain them, I don't care."

—

Like she’d read his mind, the next day, Maria tells Joel that this afternoon he’ll be on patrol with you. When she gives him a little smirk, Joel realizes that she had heard it from Tommy, that little shit. 

The first meeting look you have with each other is brief and staggered. 

Joel takes a deep breath before he enters the stables, boots knocking on the wood floor.

“There you are,” Maria comes through from the feed and storage room and makes a check in her little notebook. “She’s up there at the first stall. Have fun.” She smiles warmly but it ends with a shit eating grin. Joel knowingly eyes her before continuing on. Coming around the corner, you’re securing your saddle in the first stall. You meet eyes, both glance away, but then catch each other on a double take. Joel clears his throat as he slides into the stall next to yours and starts securing his own saddle. 

You abandon the ‘let him come to you first’ idea and walk over, resting your arms on the short gate. “Hey, partner.”

Joel snaps his head up and takes a while to answer, mindlessly tugging at the already secure straps. “Hey.”

“You ready to go?”

“Uh, yeah, just about.” he straightens up, unable to look away from you or move his face. 

You turn back and call “I’ll lead us out.” from next door.

“O–okay.” he calls back. 

It’s a silent ride out the front gates of Jackson, both a bit nervous, but also sparked, being side by side for the first time. 

Your patrol is basically a big lumpy U, trailing along the tree line and checking for disturbances or anything suspicious. It’s a bit awkward at first but it doesn’t take long for you to warm up to each other, reaching a hearty level of ease before you’re even half way around. Even your movements begin harmonizing. 

You’re already close to home when you happen to look back and spot something atop a short hill not far behind you. “Hey,” you point, “You see that?” you turn to Joel who looks past you, squinting at a small building, barely visible at the top of the hill. The only thing that makes it distinguishable is the contrast between the lighter wood and the dark line of forest behind it. “I haven’t heard anything about something like that out here, have you?”

Joel shakes his head, “Looks like it’s far back enough on that hill you can’t see it unless you’re at the right angle.” he grinds his teeth. “Alright, let’s go, then.”

You lose sight of the building until you’re trotting up the small hill. It’s one story, looking more like a shed than a house, like it was put together by one person years ago. The wood is dry and splintered, but the white door looks bought, though striked and stained with gray, the golden lock scratched up like whoever lived here never bothered looking down before shoving the key in. The backyard is an overgrown garden with nothing but weeds, not far from the beginning of the forest behind it. It’s silent and there’s nothing except for the building and the weeds. You and Joel look at each other and then dismount, loosely looping the lead ropes on side by side trees. Walking up, steps silent in the grass, Joel turns an unlocked door knob and goes in rifle first. You follow and clear the house without needing much communication—both shocked by how well you work together.

There are few rooms in the thin house, everything covered in dust and dirt but only slightly trashed. There are three doors total: the front door, a door to the bathroom, and a door on the right side of the end of the hallway pathed straight from the front door. Resting next to it on the ground is a wrinkled blue sheer bag.

You nudge the bag with your foot as Joel joins you from the next room over. “This looks like the only sign that anyone’s been here.”

“Yeah. Someone's set up here, and seein’ as the house is empty, they’re probably on their way back.” Joel takes a few steps towards the front door.  

“No, look, it’s dusty as hell.” you swipe a finger over the fabric and hold your gray fingerpad up to him. “And we didn’t check this room yet.” 

“Okay, well it’s locked, I gotta—” interrupting him is the bang of your foot and the door swinging open. 

“Oh, shit.” you say, lowering your gun and walking through the doorway without hesitation.

“What?” Joel calls apprehensively, following you into the room. “Oh shi…” he says under his breath when he sees the rotting Cordycep adhered to the wall. The fungi’s veins reach out in an almost weblike pattern over the wall, some fanning out into clusters. The core corpse, not quite skeletal, is pressed against the wall, save for one foot slid slightly forward and the forearms jutting out, hands hanging from bent wrists. You step towards it, clicking on your flashlight to examine it head to toe. Joel reaches towards you, “Hey, wait—” 

“The thing’s long dead. It’s harmless.” you say, stepping nearer to inspect, “I guess he got stuck in here.”

Joel comes closer, staying far from the wall, moving to the side to watch you, now only inches away from its face. From his angle, with the rigid arms on either side of your waist, it looks almost like a lover's embrace.

You flick open a switchblade, draw it up to the face and trail its blade across the surface of the fungi you study without breaking its skin. “So beautiful.”

“Beautiful?” Joel questions, disconcerted, but you don’t hear him. 

You gently drag the blade from the periwinkle center of the fans sprouting from one side of the temple out to the lilac and peach, colors shining under your flashlight. The fans meet with crimson chunks crawling from a hollow eye socket. An agape mouth exposes crooked, yellow teeth that you tap with your knife, and inside you can see the strings climbing up from the throat. They slither up to meet with the fungi crown from which the veins grow to spread over the wall. You turn your gaze to the rigid arm reaching out at your side. Skin drapes over muscle and bone, not yet fully decomposed. The elbow is gummed to the wall by strips and cups of fungi, and more peachy veins twist around the arm, transitioning into a sick yellow. Only one reaches past the wrist to curl around the ring finger. 

“Alright, can we go now?” Joel’s voice interrupts your focus. 

“Yeah… yeah, sure.” you answer, stepping away from the Cordycep carcass to follow him out of the room, grabbing the blue pack. Outside, you and Joel stand at your horses and go through the contents of the pack. Inside are a couple packs of sealed jerky, a couple boxes of ammo, a flashlight, an empty metal canteen, and a worn, yellowing photograph of a woman. 

“He must’ve been comin’ from somewhere. This isn’t enough to live off of.” Joel says and you hum in agreement. 

Studying the photograph, you ask, “What do you think happened?” 

“Well… he got bit, locked himself in a room, and then… whatever that was.”

“Well yeah, I just mean… maybe… he was with her, or a group, got bit, hid it, and told them he was going to go, like, look for food or something.”

“Wanted to save’m the trouble of shootin’ ‘im.” Joel notes. 

“Yeah.” you slip the photograph into your pocket and pick out a pack of jerky. “Before we hit the road?”

“Sure.” 

For a while the only sound is chewing. 

You’re the first to speak. “You thinking of sticking around?” 

“Yeah, I think so. How ‘bout you?”

“I think so. It’s… weird here, but definitely better than out there.”

“Yeah, fair ‘nough. How long’ve you been here?”

“Couple months.”

“So you’re pretty green, too.”

“Not as green as you.” you both smile a little and he notes the way your lips curve. When he brings his eyes back up, your unreadable gaze holds him captivated. As soon as he can he looks away, once again begging himself not to blush. 

“You know I saw you two ride in.” Your stare has not faltered. Joel chews instead of responding. “How long were you out there?”

He swallows a mouthful of jerky. “Sumn’ like four months I think. Tried to do a straight shot but, you know,”

“Shit happens.”

“Yeah, shit happens.”

You pack back up the blue bag and hang it on the horn of your saddle. Then are another few moments of only chewing. 

“I know what it’s like.”

Joel looks up at you, not quite understanding what you mean.

“To be out there, then come here.” you continue, “I was out there something like six months, last three alone. It’s like culture shock.”

“Yeah. It is.” Joel nods to the ground. You wait, quiet, hoping he’ll be inclined to fill the silence, knowing he wants someone to talk to about this, and he does, “I haven’t been around this many people since I was in the Boston QZ. And in Boston, everyone just… lies, cheats, steals. You don’t really have friends. People don’t smile; no kids runnin’ around. They don’t have fuckin’… string lights, Christmas trees. None a that. Wherever you stayed it smelled like piss and the walls are thin as paper… It’s mostly the people though. Not to say, y’know, I mean, the people here seem fine, they’re… nice, but, it’s…”

“Perturbing.” 

“Yeah. Perturbing.” 

When he doesn’t speak, you begin again, “Maria and Tommy, your brother, they’ve been really good to me. Put up with my shit.” you chuckle. “I mean, they’ve been very graceful.” You both chuckle. “They’re good people.”

“Good people” rings out in Joel's head and he goes quiet as it reverberates. Do you know about the things that Tommy has done, that he’d done with him, that he’s done? No, Tommy must not have told you, you wouldn’t be out here with him if he had. 

Joel forgot the part about him being… bad; rotten; unsafe; that you shouldn’t be around him. It falls onto him like thick fog.

You catch his despondence. “You alright?” 

“Yeah, fine. We should go.” He gets up without looking at you and as soon as you’re on your horse, Joel makes a sharp turn back towards Jackson. His change of demeanor is sudden and intense and you worry. He doesn’t say a word the entire rest of the way nor once you’re back in Jackson. Almost immediately after dismounting, he heads to the Tipsy Bison(’s bar). 

—

Joel’s plan is to avoid you indefinitely. You’d gotten too close and he needs to save you from getting any kind of involved with him. You’re too good. He refuses to taint you. 

Every night he mulls it over, but no matter what conclusion he comes to, he avoids you the next day. Half of the time it’s just out of shame. He knows he’s being a dick, which is all the more support for his decision. It’s done, he thinks, the bridge is burnt. He thinks, good, and then a wave of sorrow washes over him. He doesn't want this, he wants you. 

The image of you engrossed by that Cordycep comes to him nightly as well. At the time, it was just strange, but the more he analyzes it, the more he falls in love with it—it wasn’t about the death or the rot, your focus was not on the monster, but on the colors, the nature of it. How it grew and wound around the figure, like sculpture, like art. The touch of your blade was light enough to not pierce such a delicate surface; he discovers the contrast of your weapon and your gentleness. With your attentive eyes glued to death, he hits replay on “So beautiful”, and is bewitched.

Still, he convinces himself over and over again that he is making the right decision to keep you far away from him. Jackson is a small town though, and he unconsciously gravitates towards you anyway. 

—

You don’t try to reach out anymore. You did the first couple days, but Joel has made it blatantly clear that he is purposefully avoiding you. No matter what he’s doing, if he sees you, he leaves. He never makes eye contact and if he notices you looking at him he’ll turn away. It hurts. It feels stupid. You aren’t actually even friends with him, you’ve talked once, why do you miss him this much? Why don’t you hate him for how he’s treating you? And why do you see him around town more than you see your actual friends? It’s getting really fucking annoying to see someone that hates you no matter where you go. It’s as if something is magnetizing you to him. And, you have no fucking clue why he’s doing this or what you did. Sipping bourbon at the Tipsy Bison’s bar, you curse yourself for being so sad. 

Suddenly, startling you out of your doleful rabbit hole is a familiar gruff, twanged voice asking, “Buy you a drink?” 

You whip around on your stool, half standing, and there he is. This is the closest you and Joel have been since patrol, almost two weeks ago. His eyes are fitted on yours and he looks like he really, really wants you to say yes. “Well I already have one, but…” you need to find a way to keep him here before he has second thoughts and scurries back away, never to be seen again. “company would be good.” he does look a bit hesitant, furthermore nervous, but he sits down next to you. You turn your head to him, leaning your forearms on the bar, waiting patiently for him to say something, or at least just look at you. 

When he finally does, it’s intense. “Look, I–I, I was tryin’… look, I’m sorry. But,” he closes his eyes and breathes out through his nose. 

“Why did you do it?” you ask him, straight faced. Joel doesn’t know what to say, looking around and fluttering his eyes like he’s looking for an answer. “You gotta tell me. You can’t leave me hanging on that one. You just can’t.” You watch him stare at the ground, still trying to find something to say. You set your drink down on the bar. “Why don’t we get outta here? Too many people.” you say, already hopping off of your stool. Grabbing the coat you’d been sitting on, you wait for Joel and lead him out into the cool evening. “Walk me home?”

—

For a while you walk with only the crunch of snow under your boots. You glance overtly, taking him in in small bursts. His jacket is thick and his breath puffs clouds. He won’t look up, but you can see his lips twitching as he debates something in his head. You shift towards him inadvertently. Despite the tense state of affairs, you feel warm and light being next to him. You missed him a stupid amount. 

Joel’s head is swimming. Your calm demeanor is throwing him through a loop. He hadn’t realized how much he’s missed you being next to him and it’s distracting him from trying to remember the whole speech he had planned. Before he can start dwelling on not knowing how to break the silence or how far the walk to your house is, he hears you say “Here.” from behind him. 

He decides to stop and face you and just start, “Look,” but when you’re there in front of him and he actually looks at you for the first time in two very long weeks, he loses his place. The cold shows on your face and god fucking damn it there’s that hypnotic stare. He loves it and is terrified by it because it looks into him. At this point, the want has overpowered the fear. You’re here and that’s all he really cares about. After a long moment of him finally letting you into his eyes, the truth breathes out of him. “I can’t stay away from you anymore. I’m sorry. I wanted to—” he shuts his eyes for a moment to breathe. “Okay. The first thing I need to say is I’m sorry. I’m sorry for avoiding you and ignoring you, I know I was being a dick. You didn’t do anything. You didn’t do anything wrong. It’s just me it’s just—” he takes a deep breath, “I’m not a good person.” his brow is furrowed. This is what tears him apart—he wants to tell you the truth about himself, to warn you, so you stay away, but he wants so much for you to know him, take him anyways, and he has no idea how you’re going to react. “I just—I’ve hurt people, and I don’t want to fuck up and get you hurt, I don’t want to r–ruin this,” he pauses, realizing that ‘this’ is a complicated implication. 

You pick up for him.  “First of all, the only way you can ruin it is by ignoring me. And you can’t scare me away, Joel. That’s stupid.” Joel is immobilized by how nice his name sounds coming from your mouth. “I–I missed you,” you admit to him uneasily, “that really sucked, don’t do it again.” Joel bows his head. “And I don’t care about any of that stuff. That’s all bullshit these days. I see you, I mean it, I can see you.” Joel’s head comes back up and his face relaxes. You humm, taking him in, swaying a little. “Stick around.”

“Okay.” he replies obediently with an eager little nod and a white puffed breath. “You will too?”

“If you want me to.”

“I do.”

[sammygender]

AH i want to hear about all of them but sam & dean & strawberries and girl sam au especially !! :) (also i totally forgot to send this earlier that's my bad 😭)

LOVE U YAY THANKS FOR THE ASK. wait this is gonna be a long post sorry

sam and dean eat strawberries is literally not about anything. its kind of a case fic, kind of me trying to get into sam's head circa s5, very much me trying to sum up an aesthetic, amorphous Vibe in a way a lot of writers are very skilled at that i think i lack. them eating strawberries would just be one scene in a longer fic i think. i just havent gotten around to actually shaping what fic i want to write yet. heres the strawberries segment though

After a hundred miles it’s four pm and they pull over on the side of the road to eat the strawberries. Dean gets out and Sam gets out and they sit on the hood of the Impala and stare at the landscape around them like they’ve done six thousand times before. Dean’s hungry and despite his fondness for anything processed (“When you think about it, Sam, my food, unlike yours, is actually made to be eaten, you don’t just find it on a random tree—”) he tears into the punnet like it’s the first thing he’s eaten in days. Ends up biting them off their stalks, chewing them whole. It’s weird. 

Sam watches Dean do it for a little while and gets distracted looking at the way his throat works and wondering if he ever accidentally swallows them, wondering why he doesn’t just nibble at them like a normal person. Is it intentional? Does he think it’s coolier, manlier, to gulp food down whole? Or can he not control it? Is it just part of him, to swallow too much at a time, to eat too fast, to devour? Is he really that hungry? Sam is rarely hungry, not real-hungry where you think you’re gonna pass out and you keep feeling your ribcage and barely normal-hungry where you think God I could really go for some food right now. Dean drops another stalk in the dirt by the tires of the Impala. It’s oddly precisely bitten off. Sam stares at it in the dirt and forgets to eat any of the strawberries. Dean nudges him and he almost jumps. 

Strawberries long swallowed, mouth still slightly wet from the juice, Dean raises an eyebrow at him. “This was your idea, Sammy.” Then, holding the strawberry by its stalk, he neatly bites the whole thing off again. Starts to chew. There’s something oddly delicate about it, something weirdly, strangely, sweetly charming. Sam’s heart jumps in his chest. His brother on his car, leather jacket and childhood swagger all intact, eating fresh strawberries whole. It could be an advert, it could be a daydream, it could be a nightmare. 

“Why are you eating them like that?” Sam blurts out. 

Dean frowns. Mouth still full, he says, “Like what?”

Sam gives up. There’s still a good two-thirds of the strawberries left. They make their way through the rest of them in companionable silence.

and then girl sam occupies a similar space actually? where im not actually yet sure what i want to Say which makes it very hard to write. everything ive written so far ended up being very much about religion in a way where it isnt so much a girl sam fic anymore its just a fic and sam happens to be a girl in it:

When she’s fifteen, Sam gets very into religion. Dad works a case with Pastor Jim, Dean too, and Sam spends the weeks hanging around in his church a lot, sitting in the pews reading Genesis and talking to a God that feels more present and certainly more communicative than her father. She’s most interested in Eve, the second child, God’s first daughter. Made from Adam’s rib cage, something like his twin or his sister, bonded by bone; eternally curious and brave and therefore evil. Dramatic as it may be—well. Sam can relate. 

She steals a Bible from the drawer of the motel room when they leave, the irony of the act not escaping her. Not to keep—they don’t really keep things—but just to keep reading, like it’s the next chapter of the comic books she used to like. In the back of the Impala, she curls up, cranes her neck to angle the book under floodlights as they pass, Dean in the front blissfully unaware of her Christian escapades. He’s always offended when Sam believes in anything that’s not him. Sam underlines her favourite passages in pencil carefully like it’s for an English grade. Ruining her eyesight for poorly translated snippets of God’s word.

[castielsprostate]

I'm nosy af. I want to see Misha's bank statements and tax returns. I genuinely wonder (like, all the time) what decent rich people (not asshole rich people.. i know what they spend their money on) actually spend their money on. I've never had money. I spend everything i get on food and rent. I go into debt buying shampoo and deodorant. my laptop is 12 years old (and i had to get a loan to buy that and pay it off over five years.) My phone is newer (2016) but was a secondhand gift. I don't own a car. I don't have any pets. I've never in my life been on vacation. I have no insurance, I'll never be able to afford a house and I will almost certainly die tens of thousands of dollars in debt. (I looked into funeral expenses recently and thought FUCK i can't even afford to die!) I wonder what it feels like to.. not live like this? Misha was poor as a kid. I wonder if you get used to wealth if you've been dirt poor? Like i wonder if Dolly Parton is used to being rich now, decades after growing up in a shack with no electricity or running water. I can't even imagine ever getting used to not worrying about having enough food. If I was ever that rich (don't have to worry about food or rent money) I think i'd feel like the wealthiest person in the world. I legit can't even imagine it though. It would take me 20 years to earn $250,000, but Misha can do it in a weekend. Crazy world. (This is not a criticism of him. I love him. I bet he spends a lot of that money doing good things. I'd love to see his receipts, tho.)

oh anon i feel you!!!!! i grew up with literally eating 50p macaroni every day for WEEKS. in the winter we didn't have connected heating because we just couldn't pay for it so we had a diesel generator (this was in 2006). it got better, we got heating (sort of lmao) and we could afford wayyy more when my mum got a job. the little bits of money i got, i never got used to it, it always felt like this is the last im getting i need to save this and not spend that but it didn't go away but the feeling stayed. the feeling of "you're gonna lose this next month" doesn't go away. and we're talking an amount of 1k a month here lmao sjsjsjs i could NEVER imagine having to not worry about rent or food or getting clothes i need or new shampoo. right now i'm worrying about the 15€ i need for some things i genuinely need, but literally dont have the money for. the world would seem so much brighter if I wouldn't even have to look at my bank account and just put the card down yknow?

i dont think anyone that grew up poor, even misha or dolly tbh, every get used to having money :/ and as you said, he makes that in a weekend now (though he also donates a lot of money and uses it for good, a lot is going into investments, his kids' funds etc) but i still think he has that underlying worry gnawing at him that this is it and he's gonna have to do xyz and sell yzx and take up zyx job. it's a never ending pool of anxiety and stress that never ebs and it probably hits him right before going to bed

but then again, i'm just tumblr user castielsprostate what do i know

[spaciebabie]

Spacie I feel like you an some of the other fnaf artists are like the cool kids at the playground,specifically in the sandpit, and yall are like eating sand and building cool things and I want to join but I'm so spooked by yall that I'm just watching while eating gravel and drawing in the dirt

This is a very specific feeling/situation, but yea

I LITERALLY FEEL LIKE THIS ALL THE TIME TOO BRO!!! i feel intimidated by some of my moots and other artists cuz i think they're so cool and making awesome stuff meanwhile im making mud cake and eating worms but ya hafta remember that we all just folks havin fun at the end of the day! my mud cake is great and so are your drawings in the dirt!

interact! join in! i nor any of the fnaf artists i know are gonna bar ya from joinin us in the sand pit! someone could end up really liking your stuff and/or you could end up makin some really good pals!

[aita-blorbos]

aita for treating my friend like my sidekick

so long storys short i [OOC: These characters have no canon ages, but the one speaking and “Marshmellow” are both female] have this rival whos had it out for me ever since the beginning. well call her “marshmellow” since thats what she looks like

ANYWAYS

ever since she started going to my old school she’d always been showin’ off just how much better than me she is at everything. everyone always completely ignored me and flocked to her whenever she entered the room, and sometimes she even had the AUDACITY to make her spite extra obvious like that one time where she stole my pickled onion off my lunch tray or psyched me out and made me miss the round-winning kick in some big soccer tournament. or when we were competing in a bread race and she fucmking SNEEZED on the side of the bread that i was supposed to eat. and then was all “kUrOmI~cHaN aReN’t YoU gOnNa EaT tHe BrEaD. Go On KuRoMi EaT tHe MeLo BuGgErS”. or when she got lost on a field trip so i got off the bus to go look for her and when she found her way baxk without my help she LET THEM LEAVE WITHOUT ME

and our rivalry led me to start this cool biker gang of ppl like me and meet my sidekick (17M) who well call eggplant for funsies. and eggplamrs family is DIRT POOR and one day i stole some bread from the market for them and got caught and thrown in the dungeon and had to lie about why to make sure they didn’t get in trouble too (for what? STARVING?? BECAUSE YOU DIDTN FEED THEM???). and nobody i knew visited me because they were too busy SIMPING FOR MARHSMELLOW. and to this day they all owe me 8 birthday parties (except my homies theyre cpol)

but one day i escaped and me and eggplant found a cool magical artifact in the same castles treasure room that could help me cast spells on humans that would bring their dreams to reality in rlly fucked up ways and if they enjoy it i get a black note and if i get a humdred of them i can play this special song that will summon this ancient evil to KICK MARSHMELLOWS ASS

and i went to the human wrld to enact my plan and ended up scoring a room in the most AWESOME house with djffjdjfhshfsh the most handsome most awesome most loving human EVR!!! youve prolly already heard of him since litrrally everyone has. and me and eggplant share a room

and ever since we started this journey hes been my sidekick, doing all the housework, going out adn fetching me stuff when i ask for it, paying the remt for our room, and letting me use him as a punching bag to vent my anger. and we fly around the human world together in search of black notes and he sniffs out humans dreams. and i dont say it often but im glad hes so willing to just sit there and take it all. is what i WOULD say if he he didnt suddenly decided he had enough of it and LEAVE. TO GO STAY WITH MARSHMELLOW (oh yeah marshmellow followed me to the human world and made friends there who shes also staying with. theyre collexting pink notes which dont really do anything but stop me from getting blsck ones)

and he says hes happier living there than he is living wiht ME. and i had to work my ASS off to get him back but its all cool cuz i punished him accordingly later <3

but while i was still tryna get him back i thought of how good our friendship was before then and realized i never treated him like that before coming to the human world and thought for a split second that i might not be being the best friend

prolly gonna keep doing it anyway bc thats just how this cruel world works lol. but i cant get ot outta my head so i might as well ask. aita?

[eldritchmochi]

its coming out day and over the last few years people talk about how its a never ending process theres always someone new to explain yourself to but like, im tired im not gonna explain shit if i dont have to. like recognizes like and everyone else can eat dirt. what other people assume about me is not my problem

[blenselche]

egg

we don't eat eggs we just have chickens as pets so this is what happens

no one trusts my wooden "free eggs" sign at the end of our dirt road, like they think im gonna Deliverance them or something ig

but fr we have so many egg pls take the egg we get 6 a day i am drowning in egg

[mildlylesbian]

im gonna explain my mc oc to you because i just want to, and no you dont get a choice you are being forced to listen <3

they are technically just a dream that decided to make a physical form. they lie to people and say they are just a shapeshifter tho. the first form they ever took was just a mound of moving dirt they shaped to work as a body for themself. they are called flowers because flowers kept growing on this first body and they had to come up with a name on the spot (dreams dont really have names after all, theyre just weird unconsious thoughts you have while asleep) and flowers seemed to work? (it didnt)

they have since used a bunch of different thing to make bodies. sand, fabric, wood, stone, wool, rabbit fur once, water for like a day before they decided it was to easy to get lost like that and difficult to shape .

the first conversation they ever had was with an enderman who didnt realize the dirt was (kind of) a person

anyway our ocs should be friends

THIS IS SUCH A COOL CONCEPT????? For Anura she was born a twin (literally unheard of for her species) and ended up denying her 'purpose' because why eat players to sustain herself when she can befriend them and fall and love and have everything go perfect and-

Yeah, so she fell in love, her brother found out, he put lover on brink of death, anura finished them off in an act of mercy and promptly ran away. She's going through it.

Her form reflects what she loves, her lover was a demon so she took on those features. She has short brown hair cause her lover liked that hair. Soon she's going to get a dragon tail and wing ears because she loves @z-alien-boi and @99redragons ocs etc etc, there's a lot happening with her

oh and form wise, she can only shift into something humanoid she has seen - she can change the colour of something shes seen, but the general form is based off of her experiences. Her base form is a blob of void, and when she's really hungry she turns into a void monster.

[baahsu]

ichiji killing judge ALWAYS a+ (ive read your fic about it Many times 😌✊️) but there have been times where I've thought about him THROUGHLY torturing that deadbeat. letting judge live in agony and letting him die slowly, so slow that his death might as well have been considered old age

ofc we gotta imprison that bastard and put the mask on him. even better if its *the* mask, the exact same one that sanji used to wear, not a copy of the model or anything. itd probably be mostly rusted iron by now, laden with infections and filled with dirt and a few bugs. considering baby sanji wore it it was probably three sizes too small for judges big ass head, making it squeeze in places that cut off blood flow and bend in others that sliced into his skin. but its not enough to kill him so ichiji lets it happen with that small smirk of his <3<3

then (after a few days of letting judge rot in a cell with no food, water, and human contact, of course :3c) the neverending torture begins!! :]

i have this distinct vision of ichiji coming into the dungeon and entering judges cell with his evercalm demeanor, slowly walking over to him and lifting the mask a little, letting judge breathe and have a moment of hope that he was gonna be free...

...before continuing to leave the mask only halfway off judges face, ichiji instead putting his hands on both sides of judges head, holding him up with just 4 of fingers of each hand so that ichiji could pop that scumbags teeth out with his thumbs.

ichiji thinks its the funniest thing hes ever seen- how judges look of hope fell away the second the first tooth was popped out, his pathetic screams and cries increasing in volume, his desperate attempts to turn his head away getting more and more frantic, all to no avail.

it turns into a game for ichiji, guessing how much blood each tooth would release, wondering if this ones gonna go back in judges throat or ricochet and fall on the floor, playing with the idea that this one'll take out his gums, too..

it doesnt end until judge has nothing but a mouth full of blood and his molars left, ichiji looking at him with the same emotionless expression he entered the room with, and wordlessly shoving the mask back on him

as he walks back out the cell door, letting the click of the lock slamming shut being as loud as he could make it, he stifles a laugh at the sound of judge vomiting up his own blood. ichiji walks away without even looking back at him, only one thought on his mind

'I can't take out *all* his teeth. Then he wouldn't be able to eat. He would starve. Sanji wouldn't approve of that.'

HAHA OKAY IM DONE IM DONE. every time i write something in your askbox it becomes less of an ask/drabble idea and more of a goddman fanfiction lmao

p.s. i was thinking of adding a scene where judges blood flecks onto ichijis cheek and ichi licks it off without so much as blinking about it, but then i realized ichijis too skilled at this to get blood splattering around like that unless he *wanted* it to. either way im not letting that strawberry prince drink judges blood- he's above that!! if he wants blood than he can go give one of his siblings a hickey and drink it out of them instead 😌😌<3<3

Omg. OMG. This was so good from start to finish and when I thought it was over you just had to end even more perfection at the end and OMGGGGG

Listen, you can continue sending me whole ass fics like this, I'm not complaining at all, like I'm just sitting here in the middle of work smiling like an idiot at my phone and with my boss on the same room as me, but it doesn't matter! Because this is just so good and fuck everything else!

What you wrote about the iron mask is exactly what I ever wanted in my perfect fantasy, judge needs to be on sanji's shoes, to go through what he did, to go through worse, and wearing that same mask would be just the beginning. Every time ichiji took it out it'd scrape against his skin, cut it in mamy place, it'd sting and blood would trickle down under the color of his shirt and it'd hurt and be so uncomfortable

Ichiji saying sanji wouldn't like the idea of someone starving, even if that someone's judge, was so heartwarming?? He completely understood sanji!! Like, he can't relate to it, but he knows it's something important to sanji!!

And I agree ichiji shouldn't get judge's blood anywhere near his mouth, he doesn't deserve to taste something so disgusting, his brothers are definitely a way better alternative (I still can't believe you included that little part there?? I'm screaming over here, I'm going feral and completely insane, it just hit me like a truck and I loved it)