#it kinda went places it wasnt supposed to

[ratatatastic]

for everytime swaggy uses we are the champions in any post i think we need to shoot him with a paintball gun in the back

[malkaviian]

i have a headache but also i dont want to go to sleep just yet dkjnfjds i want me-time

(warning: as i was writing the tags of this post this turned into another kinda-heavy rant about the situation my group of friends and i are. so keep that in mind)

[mayearies]

where miles likes being spoiled by your kisses cw: theres like one sex joke

miles and you had just gotten back from his basketball game. wasnt his best but can you blame him? he was distracted. his girlfriend was on the bleachers watching his every move and cheering for him.

once you got to his room, he threw you some clothes as he changed out of his jersey. “woah! what’s the rush?” he wiped his face with a towel.his braids looked messy too. “nothin’. just wanna hurry up and cuddle with you.”

the last part went in one ear and out the other. you were just amazed at his upper body. it wasn’t incredibly muscular or anything, despite how strong he was. you kinda wanted to touch it. “you starin’ real hard, ma. you good?”

you didn’t respond, instead you just shifted your eyes back and forth between his face and his chest as he put on his shirt. he let out a playful laugh at your silence. “view’s that good, huh? can’t keep your eyes off me?”

“i mean, i dont really have a choice now do i?” you laughed. you swear, this boy had you giggling and kicking your feet so hard when he wasn’t here. “miss me from up there?” he kissed your cheek.

“a lil.” miles stopped kissing your face and held a pouty expression. "a little?" he questions, feeling a sense disappointment. "what am i supposed to do with just a little?"

holding a serious gaze, miles continues to kiss you. "i expected to be missed like crazy by you, amor."

holding a playful smile, you gave into his sweet kisses all around your face. “okay, maybe i missed you more than that. but you weren’t that far from me.”

miles relaxes, grinning as he kissed you more. "see, baby?" he mumbles, rubbing your cheek softly. "i told you i’m too irresistible. you know i’m right.”

most of the time, he was right. he knew you, better than you knew yourself in some ways. you both loved it. he held your hand tightly, not wanting you to leave despite how late it was. “can you show me how much you missed me?”

“how so?”

he pulled away and sucked on his teeth. eyeing the sheets then looking back at you. “hm. i don’t know, maybe some quality time together?”

and thats how you got here— stradding his lap while he leaned his head against the headboard, playing with your hair and scrolling through his phone.

the times where you two were apart were the ones he dreaded the most. he knew you didn’t like it either. but it is what it is. shit happens, but at least he could sleep knowing he would see you again.

he sighed, flipping his phone over on the blanket. he was silent for a little while before biting your shoulder softly to get your attention. “what?” he just looked at you with his normal resting face. “how much did you miss me, ma? gimme a number.”

you raised an eyebrow, feeling less tense. “like, out of ten?” miles rested his chin on your chest, looking up at you.

"yeah, out of ten," he said. milles smiled and starts to caress your back, waiting to hear your response to his question.

“hmm,” you bit your lips as you thought. miles’ fingers rubbed circles on your hips, too. “a solid 9.”

his eyes widened. "really," he asks, surprised. "you mean that?" giving you a playful tap on your nose, "because that last point is earned when I get a kiss." he likes making it obvious how much he wants you to kiss him. resting his head back on the headboard, tilting his head down toward you. “c’mon, kiss me, ma.”

you gave him a soft kiss in the cheek, making him let out a sigh and laugh simultaneously while also looking you up and down. he pouted, “that’s not what i meant, you know that. no seas cruel, mamita.”

“you’re so picky.” you saw him eyeing your lips as he said that, so you gave him exactly what he wanted. “better?”

miles gives a light squeeze to your hip. he looks down into your eyes with a sly smirk, nodding. "that's exactly what I wanted, baby," he spoke teasingly. "but I wonder if you know how to show me just a bit more love?"

placing his fingertips beneath your chin, miles slowly turns your face back toward his. looking back with a playful expression, he asked for another one. and another. aaand another. to which you would give.

you let out a light groan, while rolling your eyes playfully. “you’re picky and greedy. what a combo, miles. what a combo.”

miles smirks and rubs his thumb across your lips, making it apparent what he wants. “i mean, you wouldn't want me to be unhappy, would you? I need you to do your job and keep me satisfied."

as he speaks, miles continues to hold you with both of his hands on either side of your face. with a cheeky smile, he asks, "so are you going to be a good girlfriend or not?"

you rolled your eyes for real this time. his teasing could get annoying from time to time, but it would blow over soon. giving him another kiss, which was more long lasting to keep him quiet for a while. “see, that wasn’t so hard, was it?”

“you’re being greedy.”

“greedy? greedy for your love, yeah. that’s justified. hop off my dick if you dont like it, ma.”

“i cant in case you havent noticed!”

this could have been a fic but i was lazy abt the graphics yeahhh also this is mainly for @all444miles cause iykyk (she would be going insane)

[fanon-canon-idfk]

your BEAST Daza fanfic was truly amazing will there be a part 2 cuz like if there's a part 2 I kinda wanna see like the reader dating chuuya and beast dazai reaction to this

OMG I LOVE YOU

THERE WASNT GONNA BE A PART 2 BUT NOW THERE IS BC THIS IS TOO GOOD

BEAST Dazai Osamu x Male Reader x Nakahara Chuuya pt 2

You had just got off your late Night Shift, leaving home the same time as everyone else. That’s when Nakahara came up to you as you walked out of the building.

You assumed Dazai was asking for your presence again, “Isn’t it a bit late for him to want me right now?” You complained, yet still began turning around to walk back to the building.

But then, Nakahara grabbed your arm and held you back “He’s not askin’ for you. I just want to talk.” He mumbled the last bit.

“Oh um.. what is it?” You turn towards him fully.

He looks around for a bit then asks “You wanna grab a bite to eat? I know a good place.” You could’ve sworn you saw a slight tint of red on his face as he spoke.

You thought for a moment. While Dazai kept you out of his personal life, he was sure well versed in your own.

But it was just grabbing a bite right? You supposed the boss wouldn’t really mind you just having a friendly interaction.

Nakahara waited anxiously for your response, about to just say never mind and walk away until you finally answered.

“Yeah. Yeah, I’d like that” you smiled, Nakahara smiled back in relief.

And that’s how the two of you began seeing each other.

He’d find you after work and take you out. Then you finally asked for his number so you could talk outside of work as well.

All the while, you were still having your “meetings” with Dazai.

And he could tell your mind was somewhere else, always drifting at some point, and this was getting annoying.

So he began having a few lackeys follow you around and see what was going on in your life.

At first what they reported to him was harmless, he really didn’t care that you were hanging out with Chuuya, to him it was just one more eye to keep on you.

However, he didn’t tell Chuuya he had been watching the both of you. Y’know, just in case.

He had no reason to worry.

Chuuya was nothing to worry about.

Until he was.

Dazai had called you up for yet another “meeting”, these days they had been getting more and more frequent.

As Chuuya left the room, he gave you a smile in passing.

Things went as usual, small talk not lasting too long before his hands were on you.

He held your face so tenderly, kissed you gently, comfortably laid himself in your arms, all like a real lover.

And you kissed him back so carefully, softly traced circles in his back as you held his waist, and looked into his dark eyes, all like your heart belonged to him alone.

And then again, it was over, and he was your boss and you, his subordinate who had given up on anything real with him.

You walk out of his office and just as you walk out the door and begin to turn to the corridor, Chuuya is there leaning against the wall.

“Oh Chuuya, you can go ahead back in now. We’re.. done.” You feel your face heat up slightly at the mention of what just happened.

“I’ll go.. in a sec.” He replies blankly, not looking at you once.

“Is something the matter?” You place a hand on his shoulder, only for him to grab your wrist tightly.

“I can’t take it anymore..” he seethed, you thought he could’ve broke your wrist if he gripped any tighter.

Before anything like that could happen, he just released your wrist completely before letting himself fall into your chest.

“Chuuya..?” You looked down at him worriedly.

“I hate him.. why does he get to kiss you..? To love you..?” His fists clenched and shook as he spoke.

“What are you saying..?” You asked worriedly.

He lifted his head slightly and looked up at you, opening his mouth to speak.

But then he caught a glimpse of Dazai’s lackey’s walking toward the both of you.

He pushed away from you and walked right back to Dazai’s office without a word.

You stood in shock, what the hell just happened? What is Chuuya saying? He hates the boss for kissing you..?

Then your phone buzzes in your pocket, a message from Chuuya.

It’s an address, a bar out of town?

“We’ll talk later.”

After work you drove straight to the location Chuuya sent you, pulling up to a small bar in between two larger buildings.

You walked in and scanned the area until you saw your coworker sitting hunched over the bar, hat removed and placed on a seat by his side.

Chuuya was a bit tipsy by now, not drunk though, he was well aware of your hesitant frame and worried eyes approaching him.

He looks over and nods at you, removing his hate from the seat so you could sit.

You sat down quietly, then you spoke.

“What’s going on Chuuya?” You questioned, turning to face him.

“I.. I like you, a lot. I might as well be fucking in love with you.” He groaned, dropping his face between his hands.

You watched as his ears turn red, even his gloves weren’t hiding the trembling of his hands.

“Chuuya?” You called for his attention but he just grumbled.

“Chuuya, look at me. Please..?” Your tone was soft.

He slowly turned his head to you, only one eye look toward you.

You scooted in closer, tilting your head to get a better view of his eye.

“I love you too.” You smiled, his eye widened and Chuuya jolted up completely and looked you in the eyes to be sure you were genuine.

He exhaled shakily, moving toward you quickly and wrapping his arms around your neck tightly.

You returned the hug just as tight, smiling widely.

After a long while, you both laughed lightly as you separated.

And that’s how you became the loving boyfriend of Nakahara Chuuya.

And that’s also how Chuuya put a large target on his own back.

[the-lonelyshepherd]

"fanon lottienatters please stay away from me" oh!! shots fired!! 2,000 dead, 10,000 injured!! BUT curious about your specific definition for fanon lottienat and what you dislike about it <33

ohhhhh okay... alrrrrrr

this is like. one of my biggest issues. im not like a shipper, never rlly have been until yj but i dont like engage in discourse bc thats stupid.

But basically? Fanon lottienat just kinda strips anything thats interesting about the ship away. and makes it like. punk x preppy. loser x popular. ive even heard black cat and golden retriever which makes me want to rip my eyes out.

And its not even accurate to their characterization? at all? like youre flanderizing them but like..... not even their main traits. like ive seen people say "precrash lottie would be like charlotte from status update (curse that movie btw. the things i do for u courtney eaton) which is just. like not at all.

first off lottie is not popular. yeah, shes rich, but shes clearly somewhat of a loner (WHICH PARALLELS NAT?? WHICH MAKES IT MORE INTERESTING???) even courtney has said this in interviews. she feels ostracized, and a lot of it can be traced back to the flashback scenes we see, esp those about her relationship w her parents and her supposed mental illness. the 90s, especially the 90s in a high pressure rich family, was NOT a good place to have schizophrenia (and yeah theres the "she wasnt actually mentally ill" argument but that changes nothing because atp in the story her whole family and probably herself believed she was.

Then we have the nat characterization. The fanon "grumpy" to fanon lotties "sunshine". guys canonically nat smiles more than lottie. girlie was always grinning while lottie was experiencing the horrors all of s1. ofc they both went THROUGH it but that specific stereotype pissed me off sm i had to address it.

also, nat gets shown a lot as masc?? which is a fine headcanon but like for her style like the whole punk thing? she acc dresses relatively femininely.those are little irks abt nat but they bother me idc. too tired to write more on this rn but feel free to ask!

so basically taking this stuff into account - fanon lottienat uses a gross mischaracterization of both characters, especially lottie (also that suspiciously align w stereotypes HMMMMM) to literally make the ship more boring. You are making it a stupid and lame trope. You literally have these two insanely complex characters who mirror each other. Theyre not opposites attract, they are the same character in different skins. They're both loners, one because of her punk/rebel nature and nasty rumors, the other because of her mental illness and lack of closeness to people. Theyre both loners because of their social status and their fucked up home life. Theyre both providers - nat the hunter, bringer of physical and real food like the deer. Lottie the prophet, bringer of hope and, through the teams eyes, the birds, the bear, etc. Lottie who begs to be a martyr but is denied nat who runs from it but shoulders it anyways. They're both bleeding hearts they both give soul to the team and are some of the most genuine characters but they present it so differently.

The fact that the majority of content grossly mischaracterizes them and is the widely accepted fanon just.. sucks tbh. and the fact that people get so up in arms about them, and literally attack fans of other characters (lottielee fans... travis fans....) for no reason?? all these other characters do is contribute to what makes lottienat such a compelling and fucked up and interesting ship. i love them so much but lwk most of yall are insane and dont even appreciate them for what they really are.

thoughts questions comments concerns hmu

[crushedsweets]

Do you have any headcanons of Lyra and Toby’s relationship?

this has been in my inbox for like over a week by now because this is a big task in my head. i will focus more on the family itself, but obviously the siblings r there.

ROGERS FAMILY HCS UNDER THE CUT... tw for abuse and addiction, of course

ok. WE'RE GETTING PERSONAL HERE. im the eldest daughter of 3 so the way in which i project into older siblings is insane. ive also had an addict father(no where near like frank though let me clarify) so in general . . the story.. makes me feel very...... basically their relationship is very personal to me.

lyra is about 2-3 years older than toby.

frank's dad was in the vietnam war, his grandparents were in wwii, his grandparents in wwi, etc. so he went into military service right after marrying connie. for a long while, he was SUPER military strict. those kids were up, made their bed, and down for chores by 6am everyday. he made them do military time rather than civilian time. he was incredibly traditional, expected a perfectly clean household, a polite soft daughter, a strong bold son, perfect wife. he wanted the 1950s nuclear family model. so toby and lyra grew up in a very clean, strict, traditional household.

in my au, frank wasnt outright abusive until the kids were around 8-11. it was after he developed his addictions and lost his job. the kids really didnt understand what was changing at first, and legitimately were like 'omg dad isnt making us wake up at 5am everyday..... this is so cool'.

theyd start having sleepovers in eachothers room, slacking a bit on chores, going to sleep late, sleeping in. toby didnt develop his tourettes until he was around 7, so lyra and toby would walk home from their elementary school together. sometimes, theyd walk another friend home first, stop at convenience stores to get candy, pet a cat, etc. frank didnt say a thing for the first few months, just drunken grumbles along connies worried 'WHERE HAVE U BEEN'. if they weren't walking around the area, they were in the backyard playing soccer.

eventually the abuse began, and all of those little freedoms were quickly stripped from the kids.

toby developing tourrettes around this time was a painful coincidence, because not only did he experience abuse at home, but awful bullying at school. he was promptly pulled out after completing 3rd grade. he was only 8.

lyra would practically run home from school everyday, as fast as a 12 year old girl with a backpack could manage, just because she spent all 7 hours in school worrying about toby at home. connie had to start working to pay bills, so..

when toby was around 11 and lyra was around 13, toby started kinda just. being more distant. he was kind of a dick to lyra for a period of time, half because of everything he was going through, half because puberty is rough. his room started getting messy, lyra had to start picking up chores he was slacking on , etc. lyra isnt perfect and began to resent toby for this, and eventually, the two were kinda at eachothers throats for like 6 months. which isnt a lot, but for kids, its an eternity.

when franks abuse evolved from ''just'' verbal abuse, to shoves, to slaps, to full on beatings, toby started egging frank on. just to get him off of lyra and connie. obviously he couldnt feel it, and while it sure took a fucking mental toll, it was so much easier to just wait it out rather than listen to the girls cry.

lyra didnt even realize toby was doing this for a while, she just thought it was all part of him going through his little hormonal asshole phase, until one day frank made a fucked up comment about 'youre lucky that boy is always causing trouble. was supposed to be you'. then it kinda clicked and she very quickly tried to fix their relationship back to what it was.

frank eventually scared connie so badly that there'd be periods of time where she'd take the kids in the middle of the night, and run off to either her parents place, or even a random hotel in another city. she'd use cash, force the kids to keep their phones at home, leave literally everything behind and often make the kids pick out new toothbrushes at a random walmart. etc. it would only last a few days each time, and lyra fought so hard to stay strong while her mom cried and toby closed himself off.

she'd try to get toby to come to the hotel pools with her, try to get him to watch tv with her, try to get him to just fucking talk to her. he was often catatonic during these little runaways, once the confusion adrenaline and fear wore off

it wasnt until they went around a month without seeing their father, and frank had some weird fucking. 'those are MY kids too' thing and went to connie's parents house while all the adults were out, and forced the kids back home. this was the first time lyra was full on sobbing and begging and pleading in years. that was what shifted something in toby, too.

now tobys 13, lyras 15, and theyre on better footing. theyre starting to understand eachother. tobys back on keeping up with chores, knowing that either him lyra or connie was going to get beat if they were missed. sometimes he'd just silently come into lyras room and lay down and watch tv with her. they'd talk about books, about school, their trust was built right back up and toby ended up being the first to know about lyras school drama, gossip, boys, etc.

toby wasn't really socialized properly, since he's been homeschooled for 6 years by now. all the time, he'd hear lyras stories, and wish he could go to school. his mom would be horrified anytime toby asked, because all she could remember was her sweet boy coming home and crying into her arms after a day of being mocked and pushed around by peers.

so he began to live through lyra, in a sense ? he almost became a diary for lyra, and he kinda loved it. she was like a sitcom to him.

frank wasnt a good father by any means during this period, he was still awful, but he wasn't constantly looking for trouble. the kids kept to themselves, connie did everything she was expected to, he didnt give a shit about their grades or social lives. he couldn't even recgonize when lyra was coming home late.

lyra got her license the second she turned 16. the house had two cars, and its not like frank was ever going anywhere, so she was always going everywhere. she adored the freedom, and took toby wherever he'd let her. he only really left the house if he was going grocery shopping with his mom or something, so it was kinda weird now that he was just. going to malls. going to restaurants. going to parks. just Hanging Out. every now and again he'd stick around when Lyra was with her friends, but he didn't like them so it was rare.

sometimes theyd just drive together for a long time. at night, she was the one to take him to every hospital visit, she even got him to volunteer at a pet shelter she worked at for a bit. 3 years and they become so close again, and lyra is tobys best friend. she's his entire world because who else does he have ? he loves his mom, but she's married to the man he hates more than anything

toby was 16 and lyra was 18 when frank strangled toby till he passed out. thats finally when connie kicked frank out, forcing frank to go live on his moms couch. lyra was mortified and started spending an absurd amount of time with toby. she took online community college courses just so she could spend even more time with toby, and it didnt hurt to do so since frank wasnt there anymore. things were getting better for the family, frank was gone, lyra was in college, connie was working, toby was volunteering at shelters and even had a few acquaintances he'd talk to now and again.

lyra picked toby up from the shelter he volunteered at when the accident happened.

lyra and connie had matching silver necklaces with a circle pendant that had their initials. toby didnt cuz frank would get pissed if toby tried wearing jewelry, but when lyra died, toby immediately clung to it. he wears it religiously. the only time he takes it off is if he knows he's going to kill someone that day. otherwise, its always on him.

lyra died and was buried in colorado. toby lives in alabama now. so he really doesnt visit her grave often. only on her birthday, he'll scramble together some money and get brian, tim, and kate to agree to cover his uh. 'shifts' with slenderman, and take a few loooonnnggg train rides over to colorado.

he'll leave two bouquets of flowers. one for lyra, one for connie.

connie just feels in her heart that its toby. she has no reason to believe it, they've never bumped into eachother (toby's visiting at like 2am and falls asleep near the grave for a few hours), but she knows nobody else whos visiting lyras grave and leaving two sets of the same flowers.

toby and lyras childhood home was put on sale shortly after it was reconstructed from the fire, and connie moved in with her sister. lyras bedroom door was the only one that was shut and left unscathed after the fire (legitimately keep your doors shut if you ever have a housefire it can save entire bedrooms and even lives). the rest of the house was ruined, but not lyras room. connie kept every single one of her belongings, but she's put some photos out on the grave. tobys taken them, and connie believes it was him. again, she has no reason to believe it other than the flowers and 'why would someone take a photo of my dead daughter.'

anyway hi. in tears. i love them. sorry. i just retell their story over and over and get sad everytime

[bridgyrose]

Long time no see, Bridgy! I've kinda missed your prompts ever since you stopped taking them... how long ago was it? Anyway, I hope life has been well for you.

But now that you've started taking prompt requests again, I'd like to request a prompt that has been on my mind for... honestly, I've lost count of the time. But here it is:

Instead of one Rusted Knight, the gang encounters the Rusted Legion, made up of multiple Jaunes from across the multiverse.

Ruby could only watch as her friends rushed past her to fight the creature that came into the market. Her body refused to move even as the Curious Cat tugged at her skirt, eyes locked on the creature that she knew as the Jabberwalker. Her heart raced as she instinctively reached for the weapon she didnt have, fingers shaking as they closed to make a fist. 

And then her eyes widened. Another Jabberwalker rushed into the market along with another and another, more than there ever was in the story she was familiar with. She found herself pulling back as her legs started to shake, her breathing started to become ragged as she watched her friends struggle against the monsters that seemed to come in overwhelming power. 

“Get back!” 

Ruby looked towards the voice that called out, her heart started to calm as she watched a knight wearing rusted armor riding a jackalope race towards the Jabberwalkers. She finally pulled her hand away from her back as the knight stopped between the Jabberwalkers and her friends.

“Get out of here and head to the mountain,” the knight half ordered as he pulled his sword out of its hilt and readied his shield. “There’s a cave for you to get to. We’ll handle these.” 

Weiss looked at the knight, an eyebrow raised. “We?” 

As if to answer her question, a few more knights came racing towards the Jabberwalkers to defend the market. Each one seemed to take a Jabberwalker and started to push them back as another couple started to evacuate the remaining denizens that werent able to get out. The knight that stopped closest to Yang, Blake, and Weiss seemed to watch the others to make sure everything was under control before speaking again. “I’ll lead you to the cave.” 

“And who are you?” Yang asked as the knight walked past her. “We dont know we can trust you.” 

“I’ll explain everything once we get you to safety. But right now its not safe to stay here. There’s only supposed to be one Jabberwalker.” 

Ruby stared at the knights that were fighting the Jabberwalkers. She still couldnt manage to get her body to move, still frozen in place. Even as the first knight walked past with her team in tow, all she could do was watch as the marketplace had started to be destroyed. It was just like what had happened with Atlas. She hadnt been able to do enough then, just like she hadnt been able to do enough now. So much destruction and there wasnt anything she could do for it. 

“Ruby, are you okay?” Yang asked as she put a hand on Ruby’s shoulder. 

Ruby slowly looked away from the fighting and towards her friends. “Y-yeah, I’m fine.” 

“Are you sure?” Blake asked. “You seemed zoned out-” 

“I’m fine!” Ruby snapped. She nearly recoiled once she realized what she’d said and started to follow the knight. “I-I just want to get out of here and go home.” 

Weiss sighed and followed right behind Ruby. “We all do and we will. But until then, we’re going to need all the help that we can to find a way out.” 

Ruby nodded and quietly followed the knight out of the market and up the mountain that was just past it. Her body almost seemed to move on autopilot as she followed the Rusted Knight, her eyes unfocused as she kept them on him. Any other time she would’ve been excited about meeting the Rusted Knight, being in the Ever After and seeing the world and not just imagining how everything looked. But the longer they went, the more they followed the book and ran into each of the characters, the more if felt that getting home was going to be an impossible task.

Soon enough, they found themselves on the path to a cave near the top of a small mountain with two knights keeping watch. Once they reached the cave, they came to a stop as the knights took their helmets off. Ruby couldnt believe that she was seeing two Jaunes standing in front of her. 

“We’ve kept watch just as you asked,” the Jaune with an eye patch said. “The path back to our stronghold is still clear.” 

The Rusted Knight nodded and motioned them away. “Head back and let the others know we’ll be having guests soon. They need to rest before I bring them around.” 

“Yes Sir,” both Jaunes said as they saluted before heading off. 

“Neither one of them were our Jaune, were they?” Weiss asked quietly. 

“Not from what I could tell,” Blake answered. “They looked different.” 

Yang shrugged and walked into the cave. “But Jaune didnt fall, did he? I mean, it was only us, right?” 

“I’m sure he made it to Vacuo,” Weiss answered. She looked over at the Rusted Knight, a blush crossing her cheeks. “But we do have a knight to thank.” 

The Rusted Knight walked into the cave last and sat down to make a fire. “You dont need to thank me, I’ve been waiting for all of you, Weiss. Its so good to see all of you again.” 

“You… know us?” 

The Rusted Knight nodded and removed his helmet. “Its been too long.” 

The girls all stared at the knight… no… Jaune… it was another Jaune, the third Jaune that they’ve seen. Ruby kept quiet while Blake and Weiss seemed to be running through their own thoughts on what they had expected for the Rusted Knight. Yang, however, finally managed to speak. 

“Alright, what gives?” Yang asked. “Why are there three of you?” 

“There’s more than that,” Jaune said as he added a few more sticks to the flames in front of him. “I’ve met about thirty other Jaunes and there could be hundreds more. But I am your Jaune.” 

Weiss nodded and sighed. “Then you fell too. And Winter?” 

“Winter made it to Vacuo before the portal closed. After Cinder managed to get the staff, the bridge started to fall apart.”

“And the other Jaunes, why are there so many?” 

Jaune shrugged. “I’m not sure, but I know they’re all from different timelines. Some fell the same way we did, others ended up falling here another way. And if they fell here, then I’m sure there are other versions of you that did too. Though, I havent seen any yet.” 

Ruby slowly nodded and sat down, staring at the flames and at Jaune. If so many had fallen here too, then did that mean there was no way Atlas could’ve been saved? Was she destined to fail no matter what? It made her head spin the longer she thought about it, her heart breaking as one simple truth came to mind: she was never going to be a hero like her mother. 

[baxndaid]

1999/lmk sun wukong x reader

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 ! tbh this can be read as both 1999 or lmk OR literally anything else since this is taking place during the jttw !! SORRY FOR LONG ABSENCE </3

- you were a witch that was ordered to aid the pilgrim named Tripitaka on his quest to find the ancient scriptures

- you didn’t really know he’d have company though, even with your powers you could’ve never predicted that he’d be travelling with a monkey, a pig, and a sea wizard (not to mention their dragon horse)

- at first it was pretty rocky considering that when you revealed yourself to the group, the monkey (who was conveniently named monkey) attacked you with no hesitation

- in battle, you tried to show him the letter you received from the goddess Guan Yin, but it fell on deaf ears and he continued his attacks while calling you a liar

- he stopped as soon as the monk ordered for him to halt, with a bit of encouragement from the headband of course 😋

- you both floated down to your master

- you bowed and introduced yourself as y/n, and the group introduced themselves to you too

- pigsy took a liking to you (obviously)

- monkey did not

- sandy was neutral

- tripitaka was just glad he had another semi-sane individual in his group

- and so, you and your new companions continued with your journey to the west

- ANYWAY that brings you to where you are now 🗣️🗣️

the journey

♡ wukong didnt trust you much, even after a few months of traveling together

♡ he would allow you to do the same things he and his fellow companions did of course, but he would never let you stay and watch his master alone

♡ you did notice, but you didnt care, babysitting the monk wasnt exactly something you were dying to do as much as you respected him

♡ he did appreciate you for your skills, though

♡ Tripitaka managed to get kidnapped 4 times a week instead of 9 with you around 🥳

♡ for that, he warmed up to you

♡ just a smidge tho💔💔

♡ during the whole white bone demon/crimson witch saga; you defended monkey from the accusations of him killing a not so innocent young women

♡ you didnt feel as if he had a reason to lie, and even if you definitely werent his favourite person of the group, you still didnt want him to get punished for something that he did to protect his friends

♡ didnt work tho LMFAOO 😩

♡ he was soon banished from the group and went back to his home in flower fruit mountain in a sour mood

♡ you kinda felt bad but you kinda liked it like lmfaoo deserved 💔💔

♡ after the young monk got in trouble again, it was up to you to find monkey and get him to help you again

♡ you still don’t know why the hell pigsy made you do it, you just assumed he was being lazy and just wanted you to do all the heavy lifting

♡ you’d bully him later for compensation

♡ but for now your goal was to find monkey which was surprisingly easy considering his island was supposed to be incredibly difficult to find

♡ your task was easy, go to the island, get wukong, and come back

♡ it wasn’t easy 💯

♡ you ended up getting ambushed by a bunch of monkeys which you couldn’t take seriously since they were just so cute!

♡ they beat your ass

♡ they brought you to a stone throne with your ex-companion sitting on top of it, a dismissive look on his face and his head leaning on his hand

♡ they pushed you on your knees as the monkey king began to speak

♡ “state your name and your business here”

♡ “oh be quiet, unless you hit your head i expect you to remember me, it’s been like 2 days you dramatic ape”

♡ immediately you regret insulting him as his subjects hold you tighter and audibly chitter and gasp at your words

♡ you grunt “fine, i’m here to take you back to Tripitaka, he’s… in a tight spot” you look up at him to see his expression

♡ “why should i help him? he threw me away without a second thought!”

♡ you groaned, he had the right to be angry but you just wanted to get this over with, so you negotiated with him for a while

♡ a very long while

♡ he sighed, “fine” he got up from his throne “monkey subjects! your king is going on an important mission, you’ll have to do without me for a while” he said dramatically

♡ you playfully rolled his eyes as you watched him comfort the female monkeys, them clearly not wanting him to leave so soon

♡ after like 20 minutes you got bored, you took his hand and led him to your master, you were surprised he let you hold him for so long, he normally shoves pigsy off whenever he flings his arms around him after battle

♡ the rest of your friends rejoiced when they saw a certain monkey flying behind you, hand in hand

♡ pigsy had questions about why the two of you came back with hands intertwined and his mind immediately went straight into the gutter, and naturally, he got jealous

♡ he refused to talk to monkey for a week because of his assumption 😞

lego monkie kid masterlist

[little-pocket-medic]

i’ve been sorta avoiding medic all week out of nerves, but i really need some healing.

i’m in the medbay, trying to explain myself to him. he looks exasperated… and kind of distressed? like seeing me hurt is upsetting him more than usual.

see, doc, i was climbin’ a tree, trying to get a picture of this really cool bird i thought you would like, and i kinda sorta may have fell out of it.

twenty feet out of it.

so uh… i hold up my left arm. it’s pointing in a direction that i’m fairly certain arms are not supposed to point.

listen, i know you’re kinda too small to really use the medigun right now, but maybe you could talk me through it? i can’t find engie anywhere and who knows how long he’ll be gone, and my arm really, really hurts.

he cautiously agrees. i know he hates it when other people touch his stuff, but i do my best to reassure him that i’ll be good and do exactly what he says.

i bend down so he can hitch a ride on my unharmed shoulder. he instructs me on how to use the ceiling-mounted medigun- press this button, turn this knob, set these numbers on its control panel. seems like this model packs more of a punch than his portable battlefield one.

i push the power lever forward and shudder with relief as the red energy flows into my arm, setting the bones into place and knitting them back together. when it’s done, i wiggle my fingers. it’s like nothing ever happened.

damn, doc, this is pretty satisfying. i can see why you like doing it… why you miss doing it. hey, don’t look so sad, doc, i’m sure you and engie can fix this crazy size thing soon. it’s not like you’re gonna be tiny forever…. right?

he’s leaning against my neck now, so i can’t really see him, but his breath sounds a little shaky. is he scared of heights?

i carefully pick him up off my shoulder and cradle him in my hands to get a better look at him. he’s hiding his face. why?

i hear a tiny sniffle.

oh.

doc, hey, are you okay? listen, don’t cry- i’m really sorry if i made ya sad. doc, i promise you won’t stay this size forever. and even if you did, i’d still lo-

shit. i didn’t mean to say that. well, i’ve gone this far.

i’d.. still love ya, doc.

and- and i mean that! yes, i’m serious. listen, i’m really sorry to have told ya when you’re havin’ a breakdown and all that but i’ve been overthinkin’ that note like “what if he takes it the wrong way and hates me” or “what if he thinks i’m just makin’ fun of him” and i been sick with worry all week and i couldn’t frickin’ take it anymore!

what?

no, of course it’s not just sexual, doc, i don’t see you as- as some sort of object. i like you. as a person. for reals.

🫀 anon

TW: Angst, mentions of arm injury/sex. Nothing graphic.

Medic let out a tired sigh. Writing in his journal wasnt the same as it used to be- therapeutic. Calming. But now, he's just struggling to hold a pencil.

A pencil. He could barely hold a pencil.

The team had been struggling without him recently. Tales of their losses always found their way back to him- tales of his failure.

Sure, being small was fun for a bit. But it long outlasted it's welcome. He just wanted to be back to his old routine. His old small talk with Engineer after battles. His chess games with Heavy.

....his bickerings with Scout.

As Scout came into the medbay, Medic pulled his notebook shut. He turned to him, frowning at the state of his arm and the likely false story.

He couldn't do much with it right now. He could have Scout try and cast it, but it was very likely he'd mess it up and cause more issues. Well, Medic could talk him through the Medi-gun. Worth a shot.

The Doctor explained how to use the ceiling mounted healing device in a low, monotone voice. He didn't do it on purpose- the lack of sleep and the abundance of stress simply took a toll.

He climbs onto his shoulder, getting a better view and allowing the other to hear easier.

Scout seemed to get most of what he said, as the runners arm went back into place. He rambles as he usually does, trying to reassure the Doctor that it wouldn't last forever.

Would it last forever?

Medic grabbed his sleeve and leaned against Scouts neck. It very well could- Engineer normally fixed problems very quickly; This was taking weeks.

Scout seems to take note, picking the little German up and holding him in his wrapped hands.

Now in view, Medic has a harder time concealing his sorrows. Normally he's rather good at it- but with everything piling on...

In an effort to retract his previous statement, The runner let's something slip.

'I love you, doc.'

No, you don't. Medic says, almost angry, in a stern tone. 'You don't even know me...' He wanted to add, but didn't. He already said too much.

He listened to Scouts talk about how he didn't just see him sexually, but he might as well of been on mute. Medic wasn't listening anymore.

Unless you vish to torment me furzher, you may leave. He says, taking off his glasses and wiping his eyes. Talk to Engineer about zhis. I'm not paid to be your zherapist...

Cold. Even for Medic. His emotions were getting the better of him.

While never conventionally kind, Medic always had his ways of showing he loved his fellow mercenaries. This was out of character.

[byhuenii]

⊱☆⊰ SONGS THAT REMINDS CHISHIYA OF YOU

usually these type of songs arent up chishiya’s style but he has them liked because you enjoy them, and he has grown quite fond of them; something he wont admit. he listens to them so he can hum to them along with you, sing them with you (which is mainly him whispering the lyrics to hear you sing), and maybe even serenade you to sleep on rough days he cant sleep himself. (takes place in the boderlands)

: features fluff and angst. - Chishiya x GN!Reader

(i recommend listening to the songs in this order)

Back on 74 - Jungle.

this song is something that was so welcoming yet so you, when he first listened to it he could imagine you dancing singing this song all across your apartment that he spent so much time at. the comfort of your home that became his comfort. this song reminded him of all the times you guys were having a clean day and the blinds were open and you used the broom as a fake mic doing a fake concert infront of chishiya, dances, singing, even dragging him into it. he hrown to be quite found of it.

Getaway Car - Taylor Swift.

kinda funny because the getaway car the two of you were supposed to get in with ann kuina and them ended up leaving cause of the grenade on the floor. but in seriousness this song was one of the first songs you played when you were chishiya. he wasnt really fan of mainstream pop but this song felt something and done something to him to him that he couldn’t even describe. he would always put this song on whenever he is with you, belting your heart out to this song could always bring a smile to his face. “Think about the first time where you met me” oh he always does and he thanks he went there to that cafe that day. he just wishes you never were here in this hell of a hole with him.

The Adults Are Talking - The Strokes

he never got this song but the more he listened and watched your face light up whenever it came on, holding his hand pulling him closer to you made him understand how great this song was to you. it had such a early morning vibe that this song he would make sure to play to lift your spirits in the morning on his ipod in the boderlands. he made sure to get every song he could remember and that was enough for you to just love him.

Speak Now (Taylor’s Version) - Taylor Swift.

Oh gosh the amount of times you played this to cheer yourself up was unthinkable. you would belt the lyrics to chishiya never breaking eye contact. you can tell he enjoyed it. the harsh games were so draining for the both of you, even when he had the whole plane to betray usagi and arisu. chishiya knew the song but didn’t know it like you do. “Horrified looks from everyone in the room but i’m only looking at you.” was it crazy to say he was only looking at you when he got all the looks from arisu and usagi hell even niragi. oh god maybe he was deeper in love with you than he thought.

Congratulations - Mac Miller

there was something about this song, you didnt have this song in your playlist or anything but he heard it once from your phone and he had to add it. the gracefulness about this song was you, the lyrics was you, the confession was you. when he told tou he loved you for the first time this was the song that played. the song that played before you two were in this hell hole of boderlands was this song, and the song the two will listen to first after getting out is this song. he learned the meaning of love from you and this song.

21 - Gracie Abrams.

“Ill be the love of your life inside your head” you were always his love his life. he always knew you found his soulmate, he knew no matter what he wanted you, he always knew you were perfect for him and how he was perfect for you. the two of you had been together since your 20’s and the fact its called 21 is funny because thats when he really did in fact tell you he loved you. thats when he really did lay down his feelings for you. thats really when he always found himself dreaming and loving you, sometimes he cant help but listen to this song and think of all the ways to get you out of the boderlands safely even if that meant he had to die. “Lights in and its black and white, I couldn’t stay forever”

Let You Break My Heart Again - Laufey.

this was your favorite song. this sing was the song you would always post chishiya and yourself to on social media, though chishiya was never a big social media he had it for you, he did everything he wouldnt do for you. this song wouldve never crossed his mind but for you it did. he hated it. he hated how you corrupted his brain, he hated how you corrupted his music taste. he hated the fact you took the gunshot from niragi. he hated that even in your last breathes you still smiled humming this melody to him hand placed on his cheek creasing it like the two of you were in the real world laying down in bed embracing eachothers presences. all the pain and suffering he went through he hated it, he wished to forget and to forget about your death he did. having to face the truth once he woke up from that crude world into the real empty one without you.

[scottsmajorshipbracket]

I feel u on the positive galaxy duo stuff, scott ship acc admin

Thats why imma try and give u my Galaxy duo interpretation across seasons, with a happy ending! :]

in last life they made food and would eat together. Pearl would sing silly little improvised songs per usual, Scott was more of a gentle humming kinda guy. The humming could put Pearl to sleep very easily, good at taming dogs, I suppose. + Last Life took place during summer. Warm happy summer, bright sunshine coming in through the windows, swimming by the river, tending to crops together, feeding the birds. Fun comfy summer together with who you love most. (this will be important later on.. /silly)

during double life soulmates shared some physical traits, due to mind fuckery done by the watchers tho, they didn't notice these changes on anyone til they found their own soulmate. Scott and Pearl got their hair ends the color of the other. Pearl tried so hard to cut it off, chopping her hair with an axe, but the teal ends only grew upwards on her new ends. In the end she resorted to "dying" it, with stuff like berries, flowers and animal blood... it sorta did the work and made her happy, but ppl also thought he smelled TERRIBLE and it was another reason to not approach him. + Double Life took place in winter, cold cold winter killing crops and freezing stray animals to death, snow storms forming like a dispute between parties, who once loved one another, now falling appart. The love is still there tho, it is and it always will be. To hate with such passion, you have to love first.

in limited life, while they *said* they were okay with one another and acted friendly while in a group environment, they still had some unresolved issues to cope with. Pearl probably looked down at the coral isles, from the frog tower. Yeah their teammates, neighbors and your mother could tell they were still not normal about eachother, but hey petty pranks and odd looks are better than torturing eachother! They still miss being together, but for both their sakes they gotta wait it out more. I can still recall our last summer, I still see it all. + Limited Life took place in autumn (different year). Autumn, where leaves start dying off, falling off trees. All that dead waste... it leaves the trees, it prepares for change. For once spring comes... they'll grow stronger once again :)

in secret life they finally found peace, forgave eachother mutually, better than they could have ever before. My sister, a flower expert (/hj), assigned them daisies, for they represent new beginnings. They finally get to be happy together, and they can be in different alliances! They have a good time when they do see eachother, no petty pranks for no reason. Scott even went out of his way to remind Pearl she didnt say "I love you" to him, to which Pearl immediately goes to apologize and say "I love you Scooott♡ does it still count?", and I swear I can HEAR him smirk as he goes ".. I'll take it..". People focus a lot on the finale I think. Healing is a process, it has ups and downs, of course Pearl is still hurt over double life, but she doesnt hate Scott. It wasnt just Gem who offered Pearl to join them, Scott very much wanted him with them aswell, and I refuse to think it was just out of "fear". He didn't wanna have to be up against Pearl again, theyd allied again, finally, fixed their issues. Just to be forced to fight again. I think they found peace in the end tho, while the Scar stays alive the other dead people stay around as ghosts, having to wait til the watchers get bored and make another season. I think they made up again after the finale. + afterall, Secret Life took place on spring. New life, a colorful flowery view, beautiful fields. All to share with a new bond, a new beginning. The new spring of an old connection. Beautiful and sweet. Similar to the summer they met.

Here's where it gets gay as hell tho so uhh yall can stop reading here if u dont like my mlm majormoon vision

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in real life... I have NO platonic explanation for this, im so sorry but theyre literally a married couple. They ADOPTED A KID!! (Cleo, jokingly)("there you go little Cleo" "thanks mum!") I actually think they probably got engaged after the secret life finale, as ghosts, they spent a LONG time there afterall. Winners Void marriage!! Martyn officiated the wedding, Scar was Pearl's best man (theyre siblings to me but thats unrelated), Grian was their witness, I mean he had no option BUT to wintess this so.. also, during that kiss they shared, there was a spark of light in the void, in that deep darkness, the moon and his stars iluminated all around them. Back to the actual season, they can now joke around the old times no problem, they *can* have other alliances, but theyre back to good old. Like Scott said in secret life, "its destiny". Theyre faithed, way past double life, that was just a physical representation of soulmate bonds, but the connections are still real after, and were real before. I see these two bicker during real life and see a married couple, not one that hates eachother, but they tease eachother and roll their eyes at eachothers stupidity at times. They love eachother so much even with their quirks. + Real Life i'd say takes place in summer once again. Years have passed, and they passed them together. They already had something going on in last life but denied it, they were young and unsure. They've matured and are more sure of who they are and what they want. They have fun, once again, like last time.. walks along the seine, laughing in the rain, our last summer, memories that remain♡

Thats it thank you for listening to my TED talk

:O

[miuszn]

Ok i Just found my new fav writer 🤍so i NEED to ask this ( do It only if you want)

What about an ellie x fem!reader where they go out on Patrol ,they run into a lot of zombies of every type , ellie gets bit and reader sees It so now ellie needs to explain the whole immunity thing and reader believes her ,

They go back to Jackson where Joel (lets Say he skipped golf lessons this time) finds out and freaks out and gets mad at ellie cause She wasnt supposed to tell anyone so he wants ellie to break up with reader but ellie doesnt want to so they fight and ellie goes back to reader for comfort

Its up to you if Joel and ellie fix this whole argument thing

(also Sorry if my english Is perfect🤍)

hiii anon <33 first of all i’m so honored u consider me ur fav writer i never expected to get so much love from the community so fast im rlly grateful to all of u hehe <33 . anyway , i rlly love ur idea !! i decided to write a short drabble instead because i’m working on another fic but i still wanna post some stuff while i’m working on that , hope ur fine w that 🥹🩷 ( note : this is an alternate universe where ellie already forgave joel and they were starting to fix their relationship .. also this might be kinda ooc especially joel bc i’ve never written him before eheh )

— 𓆩♥︎𓆪 —

you weren’t sure how it happened. you were only gone for a second, you swore, and somehow ellie got bit. you knew it was a bad idea to leave her in a room full of clickers, but you knew she was strong and should’ve been able to clear them out with ease. the second you saw the small bite mark on her hand, you realized what had happened. your heart sank. in a panic, you burst into tears and kept apologizing over and over for about 15 minutes until ellie was able to calm you down and explained to you that she’s immune, leaving out the details of the whole situation with joel and the fireflies. of course, you didn’t believe her. it seemed ridiculous. how the hell would someone be immune and not be out there in some lab being researched or whatever, like in movies?

it took you a while to believe her, but eventually, you did. you helped wrap her hand with bandages so no one would see the note mark, because the less people knew, the better.

you were distraught for the rest of the day. you felt horrible. she kept telling you there’s no need to keep apologizing, but you still felt the need to. what if that had been someone else? what if ellie wasn’t immune? how the hell was she immune in the first place? so many questions ran through your head.

later that night, you laid awake still thinking about today. you were disappointed with yourself for what you did, yet still so confused.

you heard some knocking on your window, and looked out to see ellie. you opened your window and let her in. she sat on your bed next to you.

“what’re you doing here?” you asked.

“just wanted to check on you,” she replied, “and. uh. joel’s kinda mad.”

you were confused. you wondered how he even found out, but it’s like she read your mind and answered.

“i told him about what happened today. just casually. and he completely lost it.”

— 𓆩♥︎𓆪 —

“i can’t believe that girl let you get bit.” joel wasn’t even looking ellie in the eye. he was extremely disappointed in both of you.

“it wasn’t her fuckin’ fault, joel! i didn’t think anything bad would happen either! if you’re gonna blame anyone, blame me-“

“i’m blamin’ the both of you! what the fuck did you think was gonna happen back there? leaving you in a room full of clickers to fend for yourself? now one more person knows about you bien’ immune and all. god knows if she can even keep a secret.”

“what the fuck makes you think shes just gonna tell everyone? she’s not like that at all. why the hell are you acting like you don’t know that-“

“why the hell are you actin’ like that girl’s any good for you? all she does is get you into trouble.”

ellie went silent. she was shocked at how different he was acting. all this time he had been so nice to you, not once showing a sign of not trusting you or disliking you. she was conflicted, and in the heat of the moment, she just turned around and left, fuming with anger. she was starting to wonder if joel was actually right, but realized that was such a stupid thought. the worst part is, she wasn’t even sure if he meant it. now she didn’t know what to do. just as they were starting to fix things, life threw another curveball at them.

— 𓆩♥︎𓆪 —

you were hurt by what ellie was saying. his words just further fueled the thoughts in the back of your mind saying that this was all your fault. but ellie realized this and tried her best to comfort you. she kept saying it wasn’t your fault, that she fucked up too, that she’s sure he didn’t mean it and he was just angry. while you were hurt by his words, that wasn’t your main concern. you thought about how this incident just further damaged their already broken bond that they’ve been trying to fix these days. you felt like because of you, all that progress was thrown away in less than 24 hours. and it was an ugly feeling. you felt even worse than you did before, and you didn’t know what to do.

“ellie..” you placed your hand on hers, “i’m sorry.” you started to tear up.

“hey..” she pulled you close and hugged you.

“it’s just.. i don’t know what exactly happened with you and joel. you don’t have to tell me. and everything is getting better now and i’m just scared i’ve ruined it and i just-“

“hey,” she interrupted you, “don’t worry about that, okay? it’s not your fault. i’ll.. i’ll figure it out. you don’t have to worry about me and joel. we’ll be fine.”

“are you going to forgive him for it?”

“i’m not sure,” she sighed. “if he didn’t mean it, maybe. but if he did, i doubt i can.”

“i don’t want you to lose progress with him just because of me..”

“we’ll be fine. please.. just.. stop worrying, okay?”

you nodded hesitantly.

while the guilt of possibly extending the process of ellie’s forgiveness of joel would continue to exist within you, at least for as long as it took her to finally reconcile with him, you were grateful to have her by your side. and you were sure to be with her every step of the way.

[yeahiwasintheshit]

watched 'a quiet place day one' last night and always have to give it up for lupita, she always delivers. shes so compelling, and those big eyes say everything and just take you thru an almost silent movie, but damn if this shit wasnt dumb and irritating... story wise. welll... no, the overall story was fine, but the dumb little moments just were so goddamn stupid, it kinda annoyed me. but i didnt hate the movie. lol i dont know if that makes sense, but it was kind of fun watch in parts, eventho some of the little things were really ridiculous. like the fuckin cat. ohmyfuckingaaaawwwddd. just... why.... why would you even... ugh... like it was sooo unreal, and made no sense to ANYONE who has ever had or been around a cat. like the moment some crazy shit is going down ALL CATS are gonna go and hide in some safe spot, not track you down in a sea of people... was it by scent??? was that what they were hinting at??? like what??? idk i audibly groaned. it was so schmaltzy and dumb it kinda killed the mood of the whole thing. it would have been more believable with a dog, like a dog would do that. a dog would also have accepted and even swam in a fuckin sewer. we are just supposed to believe this cat was like yea sure, im not only confined in this tote bag, but youre gonna push my head under water for minutes on end... sure. NO! BAD MOVIE! NO! lol ok ok i shit on the stuff i didnt like enough, but i thought the story wasnt bad, it was different and compelling enough. lupitas has cancer, and is on a day trip into nyc and this invasion happens, she doesnt have her meds and has basically resigned herself that she just wants to die in her hometown of harlem, which she has to walk to. at first i was like *eyeroll* cause all she said was she wanted to get pizza, or whatever, like right in the middle of this crazy alien shit happening, she wants pizza? but that part of the story i thought worked as it went on. you understood what she wanted to do, and it was grim but made sense. so her character and her motivations were well defined, and she was good in the role. which makes all the dumb little things, like the guy going after the cat in a nest of those aliens things, the reason for the yellow coat, the photo at the end, and just the schmaltzy realization crap that make your eyes roll like a slot machine.

[the-nerds-in-black]

If you don't mind me asking, what inspired your designs for the LiB human forms? Why did you give them the looks that you did?

I love this question!! I'll explain a bit of my design process. (Be prepared, it is a long explanation!)

First and foremost, I wanted to retain their color schemes, but sort of "normalize" them in a sense. The lords dress very bright and wacky, and I wanted to keep that but also make them look like someone you could just pass on the street. So, the first thing I did was assign them natural hair colors. A more natural blonde for Tinky, ginger for Wiggly (because I found it funny), etc etc..

I also tried to make their clothes more "believable". You dont really see a lot of people walk around in shiny, brightly saturated, monochromatic outfits in everyday life. Personally, I think we should normalize that, but whatever. So, I broke up and spread the color throughout their outfits. Pokey still has blue, but its only in his pants and tie. Tinky still has orange and a little bit of red, but he doesnt have those neon yellow matching jacket and pants combo like in canon. Basically the first step in designing them was making them look.. kinda normal!

Then the second part! Relating them to my pre existing lords designs!

Disclaimer!! These are old designs from months ago, and Ive been slowly redesigning them so they aren't exactly accurate to how I envision the Lords!

But anyway, then comes the easy part, making them look like my interpretations of the lords! Face shape, nose type, hair texture, body type, etc etc. I did accidentally make Tinky less husky as a nerd, which wasnt intentional, so when I draw him later he will be a bit stockier!

As for exact design choices for each of the Nerds In Black, this is how I designed them!

Pokey

His outfit is meant to resemble Paul's outfit by the end of tgwdlm. Its pure irony and I am a sucker for that! It also feels like something Pokey would wear casually: formal but not too formal. The little heels are purely for show. In the future I'd probably draw him with chunkier heels. The little streak in his hair comes in a later chapter!

Tinky

I really channeled nerd energy into his design. The short sleeved button down over a t-shirt speaks to me. Also gave him a watch because I felt it was the easiest way to allude to who he is. Plus, it matched the shape language of his glasses! (Which alludes to his goggles in canon) When I draw him in the future I am drawing him a bit chubbier and with messier hair. Also, ive never written about it or drawn it, but Tinky still has an overbite!

Wiggly

He is actually pictured in an outfit that will show up in the next few chapters! It's a dressier outfit than what he woke up in. The inspiration comes from a funny place actually: Grace's outfit. White shirt, cardigan vest, a little ascot resembling tentacles, its just a slightly more masculine (and green) version of her outfit. And this serves a purpose! For now, I'll say that Grace and Wiggly have a surprising amount of things in common, and they are sort of like foils to each other. It was also important to make him look non threatening, including his lanky frame and freckles. Basically, i wanted to emphasize his insecurities, the parts of himself that he believes make him weak, so that he can't avoid facing them head on!

Nibbly

I went a little silly for this one. PERSONALLY, and this is my opinion, I dont.. really care for Nibbly's outfit in canon, but I tried to keep the skirt, pigtails, and overall feminine expression. I feel like the dark sweater contrasted well with the skirt and peppermint inspired accents. Honestly, im not sure if this one is one of my favorites and I may rework it a little, but I still think its cute! Plus he has a little gap between his teeth! Also, the corset was a fun idea I had, and I think he will get it in a later chapter. The strings on the corset are supposed to resemble sharp teeth too.

Blinky

Being fr I have no idea what i was thinking with the polka dots on the hoodie. Maybe like.. eyes? Definitely going to rework that. Anyway, I wanted Blinky to be dressed very modestly. Its sort of meant to represent that he prefers to watch and not be watched. The face mask also serves that purpose, plus obscuring his mouth. I also kept his glasses, but made them a necessity. Its an added weakness, and worse, its a weakness that was once his strength.

In conclusion...

Overall, I think Pokey, Wiggly, and Tinky are my strongest designs that have a lot of thought into him! I will be changing a feel small things in the future, but for now I think they are fine.

And that's my design thought process! Thanks for asking about it :3

[chiiyuuvv]

• PAIRING — yechan x gn reader brief moment of jinsik and sumin

• GENRE — strangers to lovers (not really tho but you'll see the ending 👀), arcade au, kinda whiny reader, mysterious yechan.. i think that it.

• WORD COUNT — 1698 words

• AUTHOR'S NOTE — birthday note at the end ♡

MASTERLIST!

You kick some pebbles angrily as you walk down the sidewalk, the sound ringing through your ears as you stuffed your hands into your pockets, the glow up 'arcade' neon sign hanging above your head as you step into the building.

"Wheres jinsik?" You spin your head to the owner, guiding your feet to the front desk as you place two dollars on the surface. "He had plans." You exaggerate, rolling your tongue at the last word, the owner chuckling as he watches you roll your eyes.

"Wasnt he supposed to help you get that plushie?" He asks, taking the money from you as he puts it into the cash register. "YEAH HE WAS!!" you shout before calming yourself down, you didnt know how to get it without him, he was your savior. "But you could always help me right??" You bring your hands together, batting your lashes at the owner.

He chuckles again. "No can do buddy, now go have fun." He pats your head, shooing you off as you pout, finally dragging your feet to the game machines.

With a determined smile you marched to the plushie claw machine, putting a coin into the slot. You could win the toy without jinsik and when you do — which you will, you can rub it all over jinsiks face.

You were down to the last coin. Sweat drenches your face as you slam your fist on the machine, buring your head into your arm as you let out a string of curses. But you werent going to give up that easy. No, you could do it. You will do it!!!

So you stand back up, wiping some sweat from your brow as your shakey hands take the controls. You moved the claw to your desired plushie, but no something didnt feel right. The angle was wrong, the timing was wrong. Everything was wrong, until you felt a warm pair of hands place on top of yours, moving the claw to the plushie.

Your eyes widen as you look up, a boy lifelessly glancing down at you before looking back up, dropping the plush into the hole. "W-who are you??" You spin around once he lets go of your hands, looking at the boy questioningly.

"Looks like you needed some help." The boy completely ignores your question, getting the plushie and handing it to you. "Thanks?" Your eyebrows furrow as he hums, turning his heel to walk away.

"Wait!!" You follow after the mysterious boy, stopping when he finds another game to play. "Who are you??" You repeat, jumping to peek over his shoulder. But he doesnt respond, instead he groans, the bright "GAME OVER" sign flashing on the screen.

It was a game that you were pretty good at, as you place the plushie to the floor, hurriedly taking the controls to beat the game. The boy was just about to walk away when he hears the machine shout "good job," digging his hand into his pockets as he watches you turn around, sending him a smirk. You take the tickets from the slot, and hand it to him.

"For helping me?" Your statement sounded more like a question as the boy chuckles, reaching his hand out to take the tickets when you pull it back. "If, you tell me who you are."

"You really are persistent arent you?" The boy groans again, running his hand through his hair as you cross your arms. "I heard they have some pretty good prizes at the concession stand.. and they only cost 1 ticket!" You act shocked, toying with the boy.

"You could get a whole bucket of candy with 3 tick-"

"Yechan. Lee yechan." The boy, yechan, deadpans as he cuts you off, a smile forming on your lips. "Yechan? Aw, thats cute."

"Shut up." His ears went pink but you could barely tell because of the lighting. "Should we play another game?" You question, looking down the rows of machines. "I was going to play basketball.."

"Well, great lets go!" You grab his hand and run towards the machine, failing to notice how the boy started smiling.

"Whoever makes the most shots.. gets both of our tickets."

"OH YOU'RE ON!!" yechan shouts, putting his coin into the slot and grabbing a ball.

"How about this, we use all of our tickets to buy something." Yechan reasons, giving you puppy eyes.

You won the game.

"Maybe.. but what will we buy?"

"I dunno.." he looks over at the selection. "What do you like?"

"I dunno.." you repeat his tone. "I was just here for the plush." You point at the plushie, bring it up to where yechan could see. "Isnt it so cute??~" you smile, squeezing it tightly as yechan smiles back you, giggles erupting out of his chest.

"Y-yeah.." he stares at you for a little too long, your eyes locking as you finally look up at the boy. "But um.." yechan clears his throat, looking away from your gaze. "Lets just try to go to games that offer lots of tickets, that way we would have more to choose from."

"Okay.." you nod, walking around the room.

"Look!" Yechan gasps after a few minutes, hitting your shoulder lighty. "Yahh dont hit m- oh."

A wide screen displayed an animated character dancing, the multi colored arrows glowing at the bottom, signaling when to step on the button, and at what time. It was great for 2 players, and offered 25 tickets, for each person.

"We should play it."

"We should play it."

You both say at the same time, glancing at each other then bursting out laughing. Yechans eyes glowed as he watched you run to the stand, waving him over to follow you.

"Should we go another dare?"

"Why should it matter when we are combining our tickets anyway." You reason.

"For fun," he shrugs, stepping on the buttons to choose a song, stopping when he found wave, by ateez. "Whoever wins.." he thinks to himself. "Gets bragging points." He smirks, glancing at you.

"You're on." You smirk, stretching your legs. You did extremely well with these type of games, seeing as you always won when you were younger. And with the shock on your face you'd come to realize that yechan, too, did extremely well.

Sure, bragging points wasnt that important but you had to win. Maybe it was the competitive spirt you had, or maybe you were feeling a little petty as you decide to step on yechans foot, making him miss a beat.

But the plan had backfired as you begin to loose your balance, yechans eyes widening as he protectivly wraps his arms around your waist, causing yechan to lean back as well. Everything happened in slow motion until yechan hit the floor, your body hovering his as your lips were inches away, parted from the panting.

The quiet tension thickens the room as you watch the blush spread from yechans neck to his ears, his eyes still wide as he stares at you.

"GAME OVER!!" the screen shouts, snapping you two out of your trances as you finally sit up, watching the ticket machine flash the number 0 repeatedly. "We got no tickets." You say saddly, ignoring your burning face from the few moments prior.

"At least we have the tickets from the other games." Yechan sits up too, leaning against his arms as he props himself up. "Say, where it?"

"Oh, i left them over ther- oh no." He points to the small bench, watching some little kids run away with the tickets, going straight to the concession stand. "Yechan..." you squeeze your closed fist, the angry growl leaving your mouth as the air flares from your ears.

"Haha.." yechan nervously laughs, scratching the back of his neck. "Well we can always-"

"I had fun though." Yechan swirls around his drink, rubbing the spot where you had hit him. "Yeah it was pretty fun." You nod, opening a new pack of candy.

"Ooohh gimme one." Yechan opens his mouth wide, nudging you on the shoulder as you playfully roll your eyes. "Here comes the trainn~~" you coo, dropping the small piece of candy in his mouth.

"Yayy!!" Yechan claps his eyes together, smiling widely as you laugh at him, ruffling his hair. Until someone called your name.

"You." You roll yours eyes as jinsik tries to engulf you in a hug. He pouts when you turn away from him. "Whats wrong~~?"

"You bailed out on me thats why!!" You glare at him. "For that guy." You point to the green haired boy that stood beside jinsik, looking as confused as yechan. "But-"

"No buts, go back to him." You wave him off, but sighs when jinsik tries to hug you again, this time succeeding. "So um.. is anyone going to introduce themselves??" The green haired says, stuffing his hands into his pocket.

"This is my bestie~" Jinsik pinches your cheek as you pout.

"I'm yechan." The boy speaks up.

"Sumin." The green haired boy says before looking at yechan questioningly. "I've heard your name before.. arent you in class 1B?"

"Yeah." Yechan nods his head.

"So am i.." you point to yourself, eyes widening.

"Wait we are in the same class?!" Yechan exclaims, excitedly jumping in his seat as he grabs your hands. "Oh my gosh how did i not see you??!" You wipe your eyes joking, imitating yourself crying.

"Arent we just one big happy family." Jinsik deadpans, before taking your hand again. "I gotta take you home so your mom doesnt flip."

"One second!" You say before running into yechans hold, hugging him tightly. "I'll see you tomorrow okay?" Yechan giggles, rocking you side to side. You nod excitingly, before running back to jinsik.

But little did you know, yechan knew who you were the entire time, as he stared at you from across the room since the first day of school. He thought he was being obvious but felt too shy to talk to you. That is, until he saw you struggling to get that plush, and he felt a surge of confidence rush through his body. And he doesnt regret it, not one bit.

A/n: yechann!!!!! You know, you were actually my second bias, after hunter, and while you are not that high in my list as of now, you are getting back to your former position. I see lots of videos of you as a baby or when you were in a survival show, and i just cant help but think how much you have grown up.

You were everyones little baby, and you are now everyones big baby XD

I love you so much, seriously. Have a really good day yechan ♡

[one-annon]

1. you ask i must deliver.....

governshipping!!!!!!! sometime on the scene of the arson with the fatal five (i had to brainstorm a setting that made sense for both of them in canon) they meet and from then they kind of keep in touch like police/government do and as a result maybe theres some homosexuality thereeee..........................

A PHONE CALL AWAY

-- PETER STRAHM X MATT GIBSON - GOVERNSHIPPING --

hi raz....lowkey dont like this one but its okay i wrote all of it over the span of like 4 days between the hours of 1 am to 4 am..somehow made it to 2.5k though

ive never written officer gibson or agent strahm so please forgive me.....i kinda winged this whole story

if you see mistakes, no you dont <3 enjoy!

having the fbi here this early was, honestly, a little insulting.

gibson had already taken a blow to his pride when hoffman stated he still owed him. this 'owing' equvilated to gibson being his personal assistant. it fucking sucked. he was already pissed and he just wanted to go home and scream into a pillow. maybe cry too. the current situation wasnt doing much to help calm his nerves, either.

he was sent to figure out what happened at some building. eight bodies were found. still, despite their research, they couldnt find shit on what happened. from what gibson gathered, it was some junkie house. he concluded that it wasnt by mistake. the firefighters he spoke to agreed, though they quickly changed their minds once their inspector ruled it an accident. ashley, he discovered, was her name. she was about his height, blonde.

he didnt fully trust her though. and neither did the agent he was currently speaking to. peter strahm. he was taller, more intimidating. gibson didnt really know how to feel about him. he was alright, he guessed, but strahm was nothing special. gibson could do just as much as him. fuck this prick. he didnt even do anything, gibson was just utterly annoyed by his presence. maybe he was just hungry.

"have they attempted to identify any of the bodies?" strahm had finished his talk wish ashley, focusing back on gibson, "or even looked into the place? who all visits here? do we have anyone who mightve had issues with someone here?" the way he spoke reminded gibson of the way he would talk to newbies. it pissed him off even more. of course they went through all that shit. he's done this before.

one of gibson's partners patting his shoulder, looking between the two. "if they say its an accident, well..we don't pursue it. theres no use." the officer fucking hated that thought. how could they be so sure it was an accident? that ashley chick has already vanished out of their sight. they dont know where the hell she went. really, they didnt know what else to do. there was nothing else they could do. the fbi and the police were both gone.

the only people left were gibson, strahm, and gibson's buddy. his buddy who was currently trying to push away some reporter guy. lord forbid the news missed this shocking story. eight dead in a house burning, fbi and police called. for fucks sake, by this point they could just publicly shame the force for the shitty job theyre doing, but like his partner said, there was no use in investigating further.

strahm hummed, tapping his fingers on his thigh like some sort of nervous tic. "well." he started, the words dying on his tongue as he tried to figure out what to say. "if you get anything else, you can contact me." he muttered, taking a notepad from his shirt pocket and a pen from his pants pocket. did he always have those on hand? gibson shifted his weight as strahm wrote. he tore the page, handed it to the officer, and turned to his car.

they didnt speak in person. there was no need to. the only times they ever spoke over text was when gibson had a question about the jigsaw case. really, he wasn't supposed to be involved, but he was curious. eventually, they discovered they had one thing in common; a mutual hatred for mark hoffman. the two of them had their separate reasons - one because of envy and one because of suspicion.

obviously, they kept their words professional. there were no accusations made about the detective, but they both knew they had some very choice words for him. they hinted at it, but never outright said anything. strahm had been suspicious of the man since they met, gibson had been jealous of his abilities since they first shook hands. at one point, he even looked up to hoffman. hah, yeah, what a chance.

at some point, strahm's suspicions had grown. when he woke up in that stupid hospital bed, he knew. he had no doubt in his mind about what had gone down and who was hunting him. that fucker had already taken lindsey from him, of course he was after the whole department. no one would believe him, he wasnt that stupid. well, maybe gibson would.

gibson wasnt the first person on his mind. hoffman and perez were. but he came in a close second. he knew the officer would believe his story. if he was right about all of this, gibson could help him. he could get hoffman behind bars, maybe even get promoted. strahm would get his victim and gibson would get the recognition he so desperately wants, its a win win.

his throat was dry as he called the man. they had never called. there was no need to. there was now though. he had a reason and it was damn good. according to the doctors, he shouldnt use his voice. he would probably be in less pain if he just fucking texted gibson but who knows what that fuck is doing? strahm needs him right fucking now.

"strahm? long time no see, how can i be of service?" gibson had a certain cheerful tone to his voice, one strahm didnt need at the moment,

clearing his throat to the best of his abilities, strahm croaked out "its-" he broke off into a cough, swallowing hard. it took him a minute to gain his voice. "it hoffman." strahm hated how pathetic he sounded. "hoffman’s the..the accomplice." he didn't have any evidence. nothing but a hunch and a hole in his throat. he was still sat in lindsey's room, his eyes fixed on the bloodied pillow. hoffman, the bastard, had just visited. of course he read the fucking papers. he knew that he saved that girl but it all felt…wrong. he needed someone to talk to about it.

no one else shared the same hatred for hoffman. maybe strahm's was closer to obsession, but it was the same thing by this point, wasnt it?

"…where are you? are you sick?"

of course gibson didnt know. why would he? he's not on the case. "hospital." he grumbled, scowling as he stood from the chair next to lindsey's bed. "had to-" he coughed, violent and painful, "had to give myself a fuckin' trache." he paced the room, hand never leaving the edge of the bed. he'd make sure justice was served. he was gonna get hoffman and serve him like a pig on christmas; on a silver platter with an appetizers worth of evidence for the jury.

if it wasnt for himself, it was for perez. he had never been so close to someone before. after his second divorce, strahm opted for detachment. if you weren't attached, they wouldnt care how much you worked, how much you denied yourself the basic needs of living. thats what was different about perez. she was just as bitchy as he was. if he had something to say, she had a comeback. she didnt take shit from anyone, peter included.

and she was gone.

his thoughts were suddenly swept from his head as he heard gibson's voice on the other end of the line. "you should be resting, man, not solving the case." there was no room for argument on that. which, strahm knew that already. he was “off the case.” like fucking hell he was. he's done more work than any bitch in that precinct. it was just barely there, but he could hear the noises of someone climbing into a car. where the hell was he headed?

"i know. where're you going?"

there was a long pause, then the sound of an engine started. "coming to you." gibson sighed, adjusting himself before setting his phone on speaker and starting the drive. "you said the accomplise is hoffman, yeah? i'll hear you out. but i wanna see what evidence you have first. you cant really go making assumptions." he didnt exactly have that. fuck. whatever. he would explain it once the other was here. he would believe strahm. hopefully.

it took about 15 minutes for gibson to arrive. strahm had wandered back to his room for the sake of the other, though it would be funny to watch him stumble around trying to find him, he didnt want to waste time. strahm had been sitting near the window, eyebrows furrowed and mind foggy with thoughts about the case. gibson was right. how the hell was he supposed to supply evidence to the court? all he had to go off of was lindsey’s words, a hole in his throat, and a hunch.

strahm didnt budge as matt opened the door. he didnt move as the other pulled a chair to sit across from him. he paid no mind to gibson, which, it wasnt like he was paying any to strahm either. he had his eyes focused on the tv. it took a long while for either of them to break the silence, both too lost in their own thoughts to speak.

“he got promoted.” matt breathed. “you think..the jigsaw accomplice that you two have been tracking down..is our new lieutenant detective?” he tore his eyes from the tv screen, focusing back on strahm and his dazed look.

the agent scoffed, finally leaning back and making eye contact with the officer. “i do.” he shifted, his fists balling up. his thumb was practically begging for a pen to click. he didnt want to touch - or even look at - another pen for a long while. he’d have to find something else to fidget with. maybe that stress ball perez got him? whatever. no need to think about that now. “how the hell do you expect someone to walk out without a single scratch?” his leg was bouncing. he didnt notice it for a moment. maybe that was his new fidget.

gibson hummed, leaning back and resting one arm over the back of his chair. “who else was in the building? just you two?”

“i dont know. from what i heard, everyone is dead.”

another hum. matt thought about it. from what he knew, everyone offered something during jigsaw traps. hoffman coming out totally unscathed was a bit…odd. maybe it wasnt enough to get him convicted, but it was a nice start. they could work from there. if there was one thing gibson knew about hoffman, it was his ability to act. he could act all innocent. sometimes he would struggle, but he could easily tell a lie.

gibson stared out the window, out to their city. people were dying out there and it was possible that they were dying because of a man he knew. how the fuck were they supposed to handle this then? this was fucking stupid. he tried to offer all he could. “he would be able to lift the victims. hoffman was strong, ill give him that. he was able to lift me, probably could assist in the kidnapping.”

that got strahm thinking. during their first meeting, they had discussed another accomplice. kerry was too heavy for amanda alone, but hoffman couldve easily lifted her. he couldve taken paul to that razor wire trap, maybe with a little help, but it could be done. he started to gain more questions - ones he couldnt answer without the files. he knew they most likely had files on the man. did he have a criminal record? what about ties to the victims? most of jigsaws victims were rather personal to him. could it be possible strahm had killed someone he knew?

strahms brows furrowed in thought. it would make sense. having someone on the inside who would deter the police would be extremely helpful for jigsaw, not to mention the strength.

“do you have access to the files on the case?” strahm asked suddenly, trying to fight the cough in the back of his throat. he knew he had the ability to access the files, but if matt had gone to get them for him, he could avoid suspicion from erickson. fucking erickson. he would solve this fucking case from his hospital room and get more fucking work done that erickson ever could.

his thoughts shifted as gibson shook his head. of course. why would he have fucking access? strahm was starting to think the water affected his brain more than he initially assumed. with the mutter of a swear, strahm stood. he had access. he just had to do everything himself didnt he? fuck, if lindsey was here, he would have this shit done by now!

gibson frowned, standing with him. “peter. you cant just..you cant go out and solve the case! lay down man, take a few days for yourself! just- relax!” it took a bit of forcing, but peter ended up back on his bed. “even just for a few hours. thats better than nothin’! take it from a guy who walked with no boot or crutches when his ankle was sprained; resting is better than anything!”

strahm groaned. he felt like a child trying to worm their way out of bedtime. he didnt want to rest. he wanted to find hoffman. he wanted to go and save whoever was in their most recent game. he wanted to get his ass up and be useful. fucking…whatever. he could entertain gibson for a while. instead of getting out of the bed like he oh, so wanted to, he grabbed the remote to the tv. gibson moved his chair to the side of strahms bed, and they surfed through channels until they found one they were content with.

it may not how he planned to spend his afternoon, but the pair ended up watched hours worth of ‘friends’. it was nice. it felt normal. both boys needed the comfort of normality at the moment. maybe their situation couldve been a little more comfortable, but strahm needed to stay in bed, and gibson needed a break from work.

by the time gibson had to return back to his shit ass job, strahm was ready to get up and out. as much as he enjoyed their time, his fidgeting never ceased. he need to go do something about this fucking jigsaw case. matt had sat up, groaned as he realized the time, and exited the room with a wave and a ‘call me if you need anything’. just as he left the room, strahm stood. he reached into the back they let him keep by the side of his bed, grabbing his clothing, and changed.

fuck this hospital shit. he had a case to go solve. he took his phone, his gun, a flashlight, his wallet, and his keys. traveling throughout the hospital wasnt that hard of a task, he just looked down and avoided anyone who looked at him. successfully, he made it to his car. he checked the back seat, no one. perfect. he was safe. starting the engine and sighing, strahm pulled out, and headed straight for the fbi’s main office.

if he wasnt getting justice for himself, it was for lindsey. and maybe gibson.