#it’s a little late…but YAYYY i did it

[pukafsh]

max!!!!! birthday!!!!!!!! party!!!!! 🎉🎉 🐰

[bluelockmaniac]

𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐑 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 — ᡣ𐭩 dad! nagi seishiro x mama fem!reader

click here -> for dad! sae & rin versions !

“seishiro, have you seen– oh, there she is!” you called out with a soft chuckle, leaning against the doorway of your shared bedroom. you crossed your arms, a smile playing on your lips as you took in the sight before you.

your little three-year-old daughter perched on her father's lap, her tiny hands struggling to hold a controller that seemed comically oversized in her grasp.

your husband turned his head towards you slowly, giving a slight nod of acknowledgement. the subtle smile that had been on his lips earlier immediately vanished, replaced by an exasperated pout.

“... hmm, you're late,” he muttered under his breath, his hand shifting from your child's waist to ruffle her snowy white hair. “what took you so long?”

“sorry, had to pull a late shift,” you sighed tiredly, walking toward the pair. kneeling down in front of your toddler, you extended your hands and snapped your fingers with a warm smile, beckoning her over to you.

“c'mere, baby,” you cooed, “mommy missed you! you were all i could think of at work–”

“mooooveeee!” your daughter suddenly shrieked, bouncing up and down on nagi's thigh, her legs flailing in every direction. nagi quickly steadied her by her waist to prevent her from toppling over.

“daddy! teww mama to moveee!” she demanded, turning around and gripping her father's large sweater with her tiny hands. she flashed him her adorable puppy-eyed look, her large doe eyes the same eye colour as yours.

he sighed, lifting her off his thigh and placing her gently on the carpeted floor. narrowing his exhausted eyes, he stuck out his hand.

“gimme the controller.” he murmured, unimpressed by the look he was [usually] so weak to. she furrowed her brows, puffing her chubby cheeks in defiance as she hugged the controller protectively, her body positioned to make a run for it.

but nagi was quicker– he stood up, swiftly picking her up with outstretched arms, her tiny legs dangling in the air. he turned to face you, his brows furrowed in the same way as your daughter's. it was pretty obvious who she had inherited that expression from.

“this girl's been a brat the whole day,” he groaned, pulling your daughter against his chest and wrapping his arm around her to prevent her from wriggling free.

“she didn't wan' to eat the food that you made for her, ran around the whole house in only her underwear, and kept cryin’ and wouldn't shut up unless i'd let her play with my video games…”

“...’mm, reminds me of a certain someone,” you laughed softly, leaning in to cup his cheeks, your thumbs brushing against his skin as you pressed a quick kiss to his lips.

the little girl frowned, babbling some incoherent words as she pushed your face away from her father's with her petite hands.

he sighed, protesting with half-lidded eyes. “you're too mean. i'm not like that,” he glanced back at his child, raising an eyebrow. “didn't i tell you to gimme the controller?” he gently bounced her in his arms to emphasize his point.

“nooo!” her whiny voice cried, burying her face into her father's shoulder and sinking her tiny set of teeth into his flesh.

“ow!” nagi yelped in pain, quickly setting her on her feet. she scurried away, climbing onto your bed and sitting on the edge. excitedly, she kicked her legs against the wooden frame, clicking random buttons on the controller.

“yayyy!” she exclaimed, her mood brightening instantly. however, when the bold 'game over' text flashed on the screen, her eyes drooped over, and glossy tears began to form along her lashline, her lower lip quivering in dismay.

your motherly instincts kicked in as soon as she began to sob. you quickly got down on your knees, wrapping her in a gentle embrace and patting her back occasionally as she hiccuped and drooled onto the crook of your neck.

“aw, baby, it's okay,” your voice was soothing, yet it did nothing to help comfort your crying child.

meanwhile, nagi shrugged nonchalantly, taking advantage of the moment to snatch away his controller from your daughter's tiny grip, a subtle relief washing over his face.

“haha, you're trash, try harder next time–” he teased, sticking his tongue out at her. she peeked over your shoulders, glaring at him through tears. “–it's my turn anyway.”

that tear-inducing comment earned him a painful chop on the head, his video games and controller confiscated, and a night on the couch.

though, you woke up the next morning to find your husband and daughter snuggled together on the couch, fast asleep. your drooling daughter was tucked inside nagi's oversized hoodie, her tiny head peeking out of the neck hole. nagi's huge arms were wrapped securely around her, their chests rising and falling in sync. 

you smiled, adjusting your work uniform in front of the mirror. through the reflection, you noticed that the living room table was littered with papers covered in childish drawings and an unfinished game of snakes and ladders.

taking care of two children was hard.

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[contamination-zone]

nother fic yayyy

contains: platonic fresh and nightmare. Cuddling. Joint pain [for fresh :<] ~1,000 words

He was back, smarmy grin on his face and eyewateringly bright outfit everywhere else. It contrasted heavily with the deep well of suffering emanating from “his” SOUL.

An oxymoron; the only way Nightmare could describe it. 

Still, negativity was negativity, no matter how… colorful the package was. 

“Exited to see lil old me bro?”

“Hardly.”

It laughed, the noises all bright neons in the air. Enthusiasm mixing with cruelty. It wasn’t as cheery as usual.

“Lierrrr!” 

Within barely a second it was closer than he’d usually let anyone, crowding into his space and almost looming. Terribly reminded of a  cat greeting its owner, Nightmare didn’t think to refute  it.

It seemed one of them was thinking of his answer though, Fresh letting out a victorious crow when he didn’t immediately snarl an insult.

“You did, didn’t ya? We love ta’ see bonds between bros, bro!” 

As if it wasn’t close enough, it pressed against his side. He let it, the negativity pouring out more than worth it. 

“I would hesitate to call what we have a ‘bond.’” He finally answered it, disinterest weaved carefully through his voice. 

“Whatever you say,” Fresh snickered, face leaning down to rest on his shoulder. It seemed in a particularly clingy mood today, though that seemed like everyday, lately.

Hyper aware of its movements, Nightmare couldn’t help but notice something was a bit off. A certain stiffness the parasite didn’t normally have, teeth a hint too straight and claws blunt.

It pressed further into him, barley not sinking into his negativity, almost nervous… 

“Bad day?”

It startled, clearly displeased, and ignored his question entirely. Expected, exposing weakness to Nightmare wasn’t usually in anybody’s best interest. “Nah, my day’s been totes tubular. We don’t needa talk about me anyway. You got any cool plans, bro?”

“Work. In fact, I’d prefer to be alone for it.” He wasn’t going to let it play hard to get.

“…”

“If you require my presence,” he hummed in a way he knew made him sound like an asshole, “you can always inform me.”

He started walking, pace leisurely as he made his way to his office. It fell instep right behind him, silent, considering.

“C’mon, you always like a bro to help ya’ think things through, don’cba boss?”

“I’m not so incompetent as to require that.”

It huffed, clearly displeased.

He made it to his office with the parasite on his heels, and made quick work of gathering some of the most pressing paperwork. It continued prattling off behind him.

“Don’t harsh the paperwork vibe by kicking me out, octo-bro. Sure hanging out would help with that pro-duct-tality”

It grumbled and huffed, trying to annoy a reaction out of him. Cute.

“If it’s only entertainment you want, you can always bother other inhabitants of this castle, parasite.”

That actually got a growl out of it.

With a quick motion he also grabbed few pens and a stamp before he turned on his heel and walked right back out of his office.

Fresh didn’t seem to notice how far off his normal schedule he was acting, pressing close once more. It was so tempting to push it off.

“Are you saying you can’t, broski? The top dog of negativity, unable to amuse a simple lil’ dude?”

“You’re nearly 7 feet tall.”

“Yeah man! Just a little guy!” It grinned.

He let out an amused huff despite himself, finally arriving at their destination.

He fished the key to his room out of his pocket and made quick work of making his way in, one of his tentacles aground Fresh’s wrist pulling it after him.

The fact that this was when it finally noticed he wasn’t doing his normal paperwork routine was a testament to how out of it it must have been. It let out a little click at the back of its throat, confused.

“What’s with this?” A moment later.

Nightmare pulled it further into his room, “didn’t you say you’d prefer to ‘hang out’?”

A slight tug, more a test to see if he’d let go than an earnest attempt to shake his grip. He didn’t let go.

“Preev hang-outs weren’t like this, bro-tato.”

He ignored its words. Sticking out a tentacle easily tripped it, making it land on his plush bed with a thump.

He followed at his own pace, getting all his equipment set up  on his nightstand as Fresh rolled into its side to look at him. It’s voice was squeaky, “Again! What is the deal bro?! I am not the type of guy you bring to your crib. I don’t even do this typa’ thing!”

He rolled his eyes as he made himself comfortable. “You misunderstand me if you think  I’m trying to bed you. You merely seem under the weather.”

It grumbled, its brows furrowing and teeth baring. Before it could start spouting some bullshit about being in ‘tip-top shape,’ he reached over and settled its head on his lap, hands moving to massage at its neck vertebrae. 

It’s mouth let out a squeaky breath of air instead of a retort, and he chuckled. His tentacles reached down to wrap around its joints, and the way it went limp at his cold ministrations let him know he’d been right: joint pain.

It whines, “This is so un-radical bro…”

“Is it?” He grabbed his clipboard and started doing paperwork, letting his tentacles slowly wrap further around the other skeleton. The little shudders it let out only made him tighten his grip.

A little rumbly purr started up, and which seemed to disquiet Fresh even further. 

“Un-radical…” it repeated.

“Of course,” he looked down at it, face a bit flushed and purring like a motor, “‘Un-radical.”

“It was just a bad switch, it’ll pass.” It grumbled, “You really don’t need to do all… this stuff for it.” 

Information; he tried not to look like he was paying more attention. He let out an acknowledging noise.

“You listening? Just said you didn’t need to do this.”

“And if I want to?” Was out before he could think.

It stiffened the same time as him. This wasn’t what their relationship was supposed to be like.

They were both using the other: Fresh for protection and Nightmare for a free meal. It was comforting, expected. I they could always count on the other acting in their own self interest.

“Because… more contact more negativity, yeah?”

“Yes.” No.

It relaxed, taking that instead of the possibility of him caring, “whatever. I guess I’ll stay for your sa-“

He retracted most of his tentacles, making it whine. 

“Fine fine! I’ll stay for my sake.”

“Good boy.” He continued his ministrations, feeling it relax back into him a moment later. Pretenses dropped, it didn’t hesitate to push as far into his space as it could get. A bit too close for him to do his paper-work with maximum productivity but he couldn’t say he minded too much.

[emmyrosee]

Hiiii love ur works keep it upp!!!

Any Kita fluff for me???

- anon🥢

Shinsuke cant even get a foot in the door before you’re pausing him with a raised hand.

“Wait, okay- hold on.”

“…alright?” He says.

“I love you.”

His lips curl up into a tired smirk, “baby, what did you do?”

You giggle and chew on your thumb nail, looking innocently at him as you bat your eyes, “I love you.”

“It’s too late for this,” he chuckles exhaustively. He takes another step into the house, and you wince as he pushes the door open a little more.

“Shin, be careful-“

His brow furrows as he looks behind the door, and-

“Where on earth did you get a cow?” He asks, and you can’t help but laugh at the seriousness in his voice, coupled with the confusion in his tone. “Whose cow is this?”

“This is our cow,” you hum happily. “Her name is Mochi.”

“No, but whose cow was it before?”

“Don’t worry about it,” you giggle, getting up to finally wrap your arms around your man and admire your new cow jovially. “Just know she was free.”

“That’s not my wor- where are we gonna- where did you get a cow?!”

“Here- come pet her,” you encourage, kissing his cheek before kneeling down to pet the soft fur of the cow, and Shinsuke watches with a quirked brow as you do so.

“I don’t wanna pet the cow,” he says, but there’s a smile in his words. He lets you grab his hand and tug him down to his knees, and he stares at the cow with an small smile.

“It’ll make you feel better.”

He laughs, “not fully sure that’s true.” With his hand still being held by you, you guide the calloused palm to gently stroke Mochi’s big head, and she angles into his touch.

He shrugs, “she’s a good cow, I think.”

“She is a good cow!” You chirp. “Shes our cow.”

Shinsuke merely grins and shakes his head, letting his hand freely pet the cow now while you watch excitedly.

“Yeah. Sure. Ours.”

“Yayyy,” you mewl, kissing his cheek.

“For now.”

You pout, and he laughs and kisses the jut of your bottom lip.

I want a cow ☹️

[fir3ylolol]

hi fir3y :3333 can we have more johnny cage x camera stuff (anything related, nothing specific; cameras in house, recording w phone etc) w him having a long time crush for y/n 😁 kind of like how you did w smile! you're on camera (i cant remember if i sent this if i already did im sorry 😥😥)

dazed and confused

pairing: Johnny Cage x Reader

summary: it's been a while since you've seen your good friend johnny. but what happens when long-time crush mixes with weed?

tw: vaginal sex, vaginal penetration, oral sex, blowjob, eating out, cunnilingus, long-time crush, weed usage, intoxicated sex, loss of inhibitions, praise, filmed, sex tape, cumming inside, cum eating, putting on a show, whimpering men heheheh, afab!reader, gn reader

a/n: YAYYY finally another post!! its been forever. this was requested by @keiiikomegumi. gotta love men who fall hard and fuck desperately O.O also i think this is the longest fic other than we want you! ive ever written lol

word count: 2.65 k

Ao3

It’s been about 3 weeks since you last saw Johnny, which kinda sucks. He’s always a lot of fun, and you’ve been really stressed lately. So when you get his text reading, “come over 4 dinner, we can chill 0.o”, you quickly respond, “see u thennn”. You leave shortly afterward, excited to finally relax. You roll into his driveway after about 30 minutes of driving, seeing Johnny’s shadowed figure standing in the doorway. You hop out excitedly, walking over and capturing him in a tight hug. He laughs, hugging you back just as tight. “Hey! I’ve missed you, it’s been wayyyy too long. Come in, I’ve already got some food ready.” You walk in, drinking in the familiar sight of his home. You see the table set, two spots right next to each other, with a suspicious look on his face.

“So what do you have in store for me?” You sit down, watching as he disappears into the kitchen. “Well, I know you’ve been under a lot of pressure lately, and so have I. So…” He walks out, a large silver plate covered with a cloche. “I figured we deserved a treat,” he says with a smirk, lifting it and revealing two brownies. Realization hits you hard. You see, this is California, and if there’s any pastime Californians love, it’s getting high. Johnny is no different; in fact, he likes edibles more, since he says smoking will “damage his star-quality voice and flawless skin.” But he lives a stressful life, and he needs a break just as much as you. So seeing two, delicious-looking brownies on separate plates, you know exactly why you were invited. And you nearly cry.

“Johnny…” you smile up at him, “thank you. So much.” His eyes light up, placing the plates down for you two as he sits down next to you. “Yay, I knew you would be happy! Ok, I’ve got plenty of snacks in the fridge and cold ass water, so we’re set.” He picks his brownie up, and you follow, clinking them together like glasses before taking a bite. It’s rich, fudgy, and absolutely one of the best brownies you’ve ever had. With a mouthful of food, you try to speak, “Schit manm, ‘his is schoo good.” He laughs at you, finishing his bite before speaking, “It’s been barely a month and you’ve forgotten your manners?” You smack him lightly, before standing up and getting a glass of water, downing the whole thing. He follows you, giving you a big hug from behind. He’s rocking back and forth, face buried in your neck. He’s always been more touchy with you than his other friends, but you don’t mind. He’s warm and gentle and always smells fancy. But you laugh, rocking with him. “The room’s already spinning, oooooh.” He lifts you slightly, walking through the kitchen. “You’re so high, oh noooo!” He set you down, laughing still. “You’re so much fun, I missed you.”

You feel a slight twinge in your heart, the words must mean more to you than it does to him. You’ve been a little glad not to see him honestly, but only because your feelings for him have gotten that intense. A break was just what you needed, but now? When you’re going to be wasted and he’s just so nice and so close? You might break. But for now, you appear cool laughing as well before managing to say, “I missed you too” without seeming suspicious. And you start to fall into the same routine as usual, he leads you to the couch to chill together and watch something fun. He used to go to the cinema room, but once he got too high, watched Rambo on the big screen, and had a panic attack. Plus, you can’t cuddle in there, and he can’t stand for that, loudly declaring that he’ll rip the chairs out every time you two go in there. But he never does. You two end up talking about the weeks you didn’t see him. He’s been working on a new film, but won’t reveal any details other than it’s “based on a super true story”. And he laments how hard you’ve been working, trying to convince you again, “You should just quit and hang with me all the time. It would be awesome.” But alas, you turn him down again, as tempting as it is.

Before you know it, it’s been almost two hours, and you’re definitely feeling it more, the buzzing in your brain is a little louder, and Johnny’s touch gives you more goosebumps. But he leans back suddenly, looking you up and down. “Wait, I just realized, I can’t remember the last time you told me one of your famous bad date stories. What’s going on?” You fluster at his words, so direct and to the point that you can’t think for a second. You finally manage to speak again, your tongue feeling a little too heavy, “I’ve just been busy, man.” He scrunches up his face, thinking deeply. “When was the last time you got some? You know…” He nudges you, eyebrows raised suggestively. You take an embarrassingly long pause before speaking again. “...a year.” 

He leans forward, directly in front of your face. “A year?! How are you even alive??” You push him as playfully as you can, completely flustered by the whole thing. “Quit it, it’s not funny!” He sighs dramatically, splayed out across the couch. “So what’s up? Someone catch your eye or something?” You pause again, trying not to look at him, but your mouth betrays you. “Yeah, maybe. But it’s fine, he doesn’t like me like that.” He scoffs, head still tipped back, “What an idiot. You’re awesome. He’s really lucky I don’t just snatch you away for myself.” His whole body freezes as if he said something he didn’t mean to. You look at him, eyes wide and muscles tense. “W…what?” You ask tentatively. But he stands up, walking away while waving his arms around, “Nothing, nothing. Don’t worry about it.” But you can see the tips of his ears are bright red, and he’s tapping his foot on the ground, something he only does when nervous. You stand up and walk over, staying behind him. “Johnny, it’s something. Just tell me, it’ll be ok.” He takes a deep breath before speaking, still turned away from you. “I said he was lucky I didn’t take you for myself. I didn’t mean to say it, but honestly, it’s true. I mean, what kind of idiot doesn’t like the most stunning person alive? I just…I said too much, and I didn’t want to weird you out because you’re such a great friend and…” He’s babbling on, saying way too much and not making a ton of sense.

But you grab his hand lightly, which causes him to turn around. His eyes are watery, his cheeks and the tip of his nose are red, and his mouth is scrunched up in a frown. You can’t help but smile at him, squeezing his hand tighter. “Do you like me, Johnny?” He nods like a child, free hand coming up to wipe his eyes. “I like you too,” you say with a smile, no longer nervous or guilty of your feelings. He sniffles, looking at you with his wide brown eyes, “Really? You do?” As you nod, he sort of snaps back to usual, but not in a performative way, in a happy way. “Well of course you do! Who could resist all this?” He smiles before pulling you into a tight hug. “Thank you,” he whispers in your ear before he pulls away. But not fully, as you two lock eyes, and the air grows thick again. You swallow hard, eyes darting across his face nervously. He cups your face with his left hand, and slowly leans in, pressing his lips to yours. It’s exactly like him, warm and gentle, and it makes you dizzy. In fact, you feel your knees buckle slightly, which he laughs at into the kiss. As he pulls away to breathe again, you can’t help but feel hungry for more. You’ve only gotten a taste of what you’ve wanted for so long, and it’s very appetizing.

Johnny quickly pulls you back to the couch, barely able to think before you find yourself on his lap, hands wandering around your back, eyes locked onto yours. His touch is even more intoxicating than normal, with heavy breathing and racing hearts shared between you two. One hand reaches your neck, pulling you back in. But he’s not as gentle this time, like he’s trying to devour you whole. His other hand is on your hip, guiding you to grind against him slowly. Your hands wrap around his neck loosely. He groans into your mouth, squeezing tighter. You feel his tongue in your mouth, desperate for more of you, more than there is. You can feel yourself growing wetter, so high that your previous inhibitions are gone. Everything is happening so fast, and you’re starting to feel desperate.

He finally breaks away, panting heavily, before looking at you needily. And with how pretty his flushed face is and how badly he wants you, you can’t help but slide down to the floor between his legs. His pupils are blown out, a smile twitching at the corners of his mouth. He tries desperately to pull his pants down quickly, struggling slightly.  But he finally frees himself, cock bouncing out as the angry red tip leaks out. He’s embarrassed, turning his head away slightly, but keeping his eyes locked on you. You have no time to tease, absolutely hungry for him, for this. You take him in your mouth, getting most of the way down before you stop, looking up at him sweetly. He gasps, eyes wide and hands clutching at the couch cushions. You start to move, swirling your tongue around him as you keep a steady pace. His eyelids are fluttering, and very quickly he darts his hands out to grab your face lightly, bringing you up to face him. “C-can I film you? I just…I’ve wanted this for so long and you just look so pretty and I just…I don’t want to forget this, any detail of this.” 

You nod lazily, a smile spreading across your lips as you watch him scramble for his phone. He holds it up, hands shaking as he starts filming. You decide to put on a show for him, looking up through your lashes as you go down again, able to get almost all the way down, gagging slightly. He white knuckles the phone, staring at you intensely. His other hand comes up, grabbing your hair in one hand. His voice rasps out, “Wanna see that face, all of it. God, you’re so good at this. Fuck…” He sighs as you reach your hand out, starting to stroke him as you lean your head down, licking at his balls. He jumps slightly, but the most lovely whine escapes his lips, so you continue, trying to overwhelm him with pleasure. And overwhelm him you do, as he starts squirming back and forth at the intensity of it all, more heady whines. He finally remembers to hold the camera steady, trying to still himself. But as you go down again, rapid and sloppy moves, eyes watering as you look up again, his grasp on your hair tightens. He cries out as he cums, shuddering as you keep going, swallowing it all. You pull off with a pant, looking into the camera and sticking out your tongue to show what you did. He’s breathing hard, letting go of your hair and going slightly slack on the couch. But he tugs at your shirt, pulling it over your head. Even fucked out, he wants more.

You stand up, half-naked, and he tries his hardest to get your pants off too. But his hands are too shaky, and he’s trying to keep his grip on the camera. So you step back and slowly peel them off for him, and you can see his cock twitch slightly at the sight of you. You climb back on top of him, kissing him gently. But he leans to the side, propping the phone against the arm of the couch, and flips to the front camera. He shuffles down a little, leaning slightly to pull his pants down further as you pull his shirt off, wanting to feel his warm skin against yours. He kisses your cheek, and down your neck, reveling in the way you arch your back at the feeling. He whispers out shakily, “You ready? Gonna put a show on for me?” You nod, head dizzy again, as he rubs himself against you, audibly groaning at the feeling. He has no time to waste, sinking into you with a heady whimper. You gasp, taking a second to adjust to him, feeling his hands cling to your hips.

But it’s not long before he’s bucking up into you, using his grip on you for leverage. He’s bit down on your shoulder, whimpers slipping out. Your arms are behind his neck, clinging to him like your life depended on it. You feel him let go, raspy whispers in your ear, “You’re so hot, shit, so tight around me. You like putting on a show for me? Yeah?” You nod, moans pushed out at the force he’s moving now. His voice is shaking more now, but he can’t stop talking, “Shit, I don’t know if it’s the weed talking or what, but you’re so fucking good. Can’t believe I didn’t tell you sooner-” He’s cut off, a whimper as he manages to push deeper, completely enveloped in you. He’s losing his mind, hands wrap around your back for more leverage. But it’s not long before he’s cumming again, a whine as he pushes you down as far as he can. He’s trembling more, heavy pants in your ear. But finally, he’s lifting you and setting you down on the couch. Both of you are breathing heavily, trying to calm down after everything. 

That is until he grabs the phone and puts it in your hands. Confused, you look at him, but suddenly, he’s between your thighs, kneeling on the ground. “Can’t leave you wanting, especially after all that.” He dives in, with no sense of patience, as he sucks at your throbbing clit. His fingers pump inside you, your wetness mixing with his cum. You keep the camera on his face, legs pushed apart as you flinch at your sensitivity. He’s looking up at you, sweet eyes locked on you. He lets go slightly, mumbling into you, “Good job, baby, you’re doing such a good job.” You’re moaning, high-pitched, and slipping from your lips. He’s whining into your sopping cunt, vibrations against your clit causing more jumps. But you cling to him, eyes screwed shut as you cum hard, feeling his tongue lapping everything up with fervor. He finally separates from you, sitting down on the couch with an exhale.

He takes the phone, stopping the recording as he puts his arm around you. “I’ll save those for later,” he says, making you giggle slightly, but you’re quite tired. “We should get high more often, huh?” You snuggle into him, enjoying the feeling of his heartbeat under your ear. “Maybe. But hey, those videos better not get leaked or anything.” Your words cause him to whine out, slightly annoyed. “Come on, you know me! I would never. Besides…it would make too many people jealous, you know? Such a pretty thing like you, all for myself.” You laugh again before looking up at him, sleepy but happy eyes. “You’re stuck with me now, by the way.” He hugs you tight, squeezing you with a wide smile on his face. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

[insomniac-djmm]

hiii!!! can you write a kinito x reader oneshot heehee (where he like confesses to the reader or something like that!!!) thanksssss

Separated By the Screen: KinitoPET X Reader

Summary: Read request above <3 Character: Kinito from KinitoPET Warnings: None :) Genre: Fluff! Author's Note: My first request! Yayyy! Thank youuuu! <33333 I absolutely ADORE Kinito, so I loved writing this! I hope you enjoy it!! ^^ Word Count: 926 (sorry this wasn't longer!)

"Ugh, my back..-" Y/N groaned, stretching and closing their eyes. They took a deep breath in through their nose. Being hunched over their computer wasn't the best for their back, and it was starting to hurt.

At the sound of their complaints, their little personal computer assistant, Kinito, looked up from the book he was reading, looking at them through his glasses.

"Friend? Are you okay?" He asked, standing up now from where he'd been sitting, the glasses on his face disappearing.

"Hm?" They opened their eyes to look at Kinito before they stopped stretching. "Yeah, I'm alright! Just.. Ugh, my back is hurting."

"Then you should take a break!" He suggested, pointing upward with his index finger. "Let's talk! You've just been sorting emails and looking stuff up!" Y/N paused, thinking. Yeah, they had been doing stuff for a bit now, and it was getting late. A break would be nice. And a nice conversation sounded very appealing, especially with their best friend!

"Yeah, sure." They gave Kinito a smile, turning down the brightness of their computer screen just a touch. "I'd love to."

"Excellent!" Kinito cheered, clasping his hands together. "Why don't you tell me how your day went?" "Oh!" Y/N chuckled, smiling warmly. He was always so considerate, always asking how their day went and how they were. "Uhh, it was good. Not much happened. I mostly just, you know, went through my routine." They cringed, thinking about how boring their life could be sometimes.

"Well, that's nice to hear! I'm glad you had a good day." Kinito smiled, kind of. He didn't have a mouth, but one could tell when he was smiling. He sort of smiled with his eyes.

"Haha," They laughed, folding their arms neatly on their desk and leaning forward just a bit. "Thanks, Kinito. I'm glad I had a good day too. And what about you? How was your day?"

"It was good! Thank you for asking, friend!" The digital axolotl replied eagerly, his tone warm. "Although... I have had something on my mind recently, if you're willing to listen, friend."

Y/N raised an eyebrow curiously before they relaxed their expression. "Sure! Go ahead."

"Well, you see, friend," Kinito began, pausing and closing his eyes as if to steady himself, as if he were taking a deep breath to prepare himself for what he was about to say-despite not requiring breath as a digital being. "I've been thinking lately, about how much fun we have together! About how much I enjoy talking to you, and how we always have such a good time together."

"You always make me happy, and I hope I've been doing the same for you." He continued. "You're really my best friend, and I've been thinking..." "I think I really like you... beyond that. I'd even go as far as to say I love you, if that's alright. If you're up for it, would you like to try taking this a bit further? I promise, I'll be a perfect boyfriend, just for you! You already know I can adapt flawlessly to your wants and needs."

Y/N paused, and they thought. A lot of things were making sense now: the little favors he did, such as deleting spam emails for them, finding websites and articles about stuff they mentioned they were interested in. The way he made little minigames and poems for them, just because he said he wanted to see them happy. It all made sense. That was why he was doing it. He liked them.

He loved them.

"Oh, Kinito." Y/N chuckled, smiling fondly at the computer assistant they'd become so familiar with. "You know, I feel the exact same way. And yes, I'd love to try a relationship with you." Kinito's eyes seemed to widen at that. "Really?" He asked. "Yeah, of course. I really, really like you, Kinito." They replied. "You're my best friend, and I mean... I guess now you're my boyfriend."

"Hooray!" Kinito clasped his hands together, the joy in his tone clear. "I'm so happy! If I'm being honest, I was afraid you'd decline. I know I'm really just a computer program to most, and I was afraid you wouldn't feel the way I do because of that."

"Awe..." They chuckled. "Well, I do feel the same way. You being in my computer doesn't change that."

Kinito gave them that smile, the smile he didn't really have, but was obvious on his face before speaking up. "Friend, can you close your eyes?" Y/N gave a little huff of a laugh. "Sure." They replied, closing their eyes. Through their eyelids, they could see the flash of a bright, white light before the space in front of them felt a smaller. Then, they kind of... felt something on their lips? Opening their eyes, they saw... Kinito?! He was out of the computer (mostly), his hands on the screen frame while part of his legs were still inside of the screen. His eyes were closed, and he seemed to be kissing them. Well, as much as he could've without a mouth. It was brief, and Kinito quickly pulled away, a joyful expression on his face. "Friend! Isn't this wonderful?" He asked them eagerly. "Now we can always be together!" Y/N blinked, recovering from the shock before they laughed. "Yeah, Kinito! Yeah, it's great!" "I'm so glad you think so!" Kinito exclaimed joyfully, giving them that smile that wasn't really visible in the traditional sense. "I love you." They smiled.

"I love you too."

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But then I need your voice As the key to unlock all the love that's trapped in me So tell me when it's time to say I love you

Accurate Fan art❌ Stereotypical Punk ver.✔️

Little update and venting below ⤵

Hi...?

So, yeah... I've been beta-reading the fic and doing some very-much-needed corrections (I was like ewww I really posted it like this?? but also I'm glad for being able to find mistakes cause that means my writing improved somehow).

A few weeks ago I corrected chapters 1, 2 and 3 and part of chapter 4, but the truth is I didn't really want to read that chapter again (those who already got to that part will understand).

By now I guess it's pretty obvious the amount of "projection" I put in Limbo, and it's been like a way for me to tell things differently. Lately I've been going through things and different people came to me saying "let's talk if you need it", and I appreciate that a lot, really, I still don't understand why people I don't even know irl would do that for me and it scares me? but it also means a lot to me.

The thing is... I feel like I've talked about my shit more times than I can even recall. I've been to therapy, had medication blah blah. And yet here I am, overthinking 24-7, which means that having talked things out like a million times didn't solve anything.

But yeah, there's this one person I've talked to about that, and just when I was like "what if I just delete everything and do as if it never happened lol", they messaged me and said "going to a friend's, wanna come?", and so I did and well, it looks like I just needed some beer, pot and playing Overcooked with friends while listening to Blur and Radiohead.

That was on Thursday. On Friday I finally managed to reread chapter 4 and correct it, and also corrected chapters from 5 to 7 (Eng versions).

The thing is, bless this person. I don't know what I've done so right that they are in my life and always show when I need it most and I couldn't be more grateful.

Since I started this project I never posted something like this before and it's weird even for me but HEY, this blog just turned 12 the other day yayyy, and it has always been like a "safe place" to me and I love it.

When I was working on c.14 I was like "I can't wait to get to c.15 cause I've got that one more figured out than this one" and 😅 writing is hard when your brain is busy overthinking crap I guess.

Yet I've been posting designs and stuff so not to abandon it completely. Now I think I'm feeling better and ready to continue writing.

Last thing I wanted to say was thank you, to those who been following the story and interacting with it, I love to read your feedback and listen to people's theories. Not gonna lie, when I posted c.1 I almost shit myself and that feeling didn't leave, I'm feeling that rn, and those interactions are 95% of why I sit and continue with the story.

Am I giving too much importance to a silly fanfic? Probably, but I don't know, I guess I actually enjoy it. I've always imagined stories in my head and this is the first time I do something with that.

And yeh that's all. Sorry, thank u etc. See u when fucking c.15 is finished ✌️

[sonic-takeover]

Hello once more! :3

(Quick message to the mod: once again, your blog is amazing! Checking in and seeing all of the characters new adventures never fails to cheer me up. Thank you for all you do!)

Now for the characters ^ ^

Team Chaotix! It’s good to see you all! Good luck on your mission! (And good luck on your mission, Espio ;) )

Sonic! :D

I’m glad the werehog situation went well (though that was a long time ago😅) and I’m really sorry about what happened with Jet. I hope things are going well for you now :DD

Shadow, I’m glad you talked about what was bothering you with Sonic. Even if it seems hard, it’s always good to get that weight off your shoulders.

One last request, could I get a hug from Sonic, Shadow, Blaze, and possibly Metal? (Only if they’re comfortable ofc) It’s my birthday today and I was hoping for one :D (Again, only if they’re alright w/ it)

Anyways, I wish all characters good luck on their endeavors 🫡

-🎆

Thank you. .... For both. Luck is a thing of mystery, and yet I cannot deny its power. I'm grateful for your manifestation of luck for my... Endeavors. Let us see if it influences my fate. Also... Happy birthday.

Happy birthdaaaaayyyyyyyyyy and thank youuuuu!! I dunno why we're here but it's fun!! Here, you can have this for your birthday!! Yay yay yayyy!!! *He hands you a little Lego figurine he made of a rocketship.. it's not very accurate, but it's the thought that counts*

Thanks, kiddo! Bein' a dad and husband ain't the same as bachelor life, but I wouldn't trade it for the world. Though I would trade my hours in for something a little less.. grueling ... At least it pays well, ha! Happy b-day, kid!

Oh yeahh, wow.. the werehog thing feels so benign now, hah! I'm.. I'm really glad Shads is so supportive... And that we're both weird in our own ways! Gaia, I love him.. Oh, but with Jet, uh.. sorry you had to see that. It wasn't any of our best moments, hah.. but I'm glad it worked out the way it did. I'm still kinda awkward about Jet being in town, but maybe I'll get used to it. And who knows.. maybe I'll be able to call him a friend again eventually. Also, hell yeah! Birthday hugs! Bring it in, buddy! *He hugs you tight, grinning* Happy birthdaaayyyyy to you!

I'm glad for it too. It is not an easy thing to bring up the past... Especially when it hurts so deeply. When it feels as violating as that chapter of my life felt. I felt as though I had no identity back then.. I was just a battery. A medicine. But now.. now I have a family. A life. A partner. I never thought I would be able say this, but I'm happy. And I'm grateful for Sonic's companionship. He's incredibly understanding and supportive. I'm extremely lucky to have him. I hope your birthday was enjoyable. You deserve happiness. *He gently hugs you, closing his eyes and breathing slowly*

Oh, a birthday anon. Hello! I hope your celebration was spectacular. Here, a gift for you. *She hands you a perfume oil of your favorite smell* It's from Sol. These are rare, so take good care of it. Happy birthday, 🎆. *She hugs you. For someone so socially distant, she's a good hugger*

What is a birthday? *He pauses as Sage whispers the definition to him* .... I see. I hope that the anniversary of your spawning into this plane of existence was joyous. *Sage whispers again* ... Apologies. Happy birthday! Your wish is a hug, so I will grant your wish. *He hugs you. His chassis is cold and sharp, but he's very gentle when he hugs you. The sweetness of the gesture makes the hug feel warm anyway*

((Happy birthday, 🎆!! Sorry I got to this late! I hope you had an incredible day! I'm so glad this blog can bring you some happiness and cheer you up on hard days!! Thank you so much for being here and for your encouraging words! I hope your birthday wish comes true! :) -Mod))

[modelbus]

Ahem- hey- uh- I-

…NOW I FEEL LIKE TOMMY TUBBO WILBUR AND RANBOO IN PART TWO- HELP FFJYTFJHTYTFTH

SOOOOO- HI THERE ITS ME ✨🌌🌙 ANNON, THE DISAPPEARING ANNON- LOOK- I-

OKAY SO EXPLANATION TIME, I HONESTLY THOUGHT MY CRAPPY REQUEST WOULD BE IGNORED- I ALSO HAVE NOT BEEN ON TUMBLR SINCE LIKE A WEEK AFTER I SENT IT- I COME BACK TO READ SOME STUFF FROM OUR GOOD OLD LORD AND SAVIOR MODEL, TO SEE; ONE IT WAS RECENTLY YA BIRTHDAY! (Happy late birthday-) AND TWO.. MY REQUEST WAS TURNED INTO A MASTER PEICE OF AGES WITH TWO WHOLE PARTS, I APPARENTLY HELPED GET YOU OUT OF A WRITING SLUM- AND PEOPLE ACTUALLY REALLY LIKED MY CRUMMY IDEA (Thanks to your POGGERS writing)

so basically- THANK YOU ‘O GREAT MODEL FOR HEARING MY PLEA AND DELIVERING GREATNESS!!!

also I am gonna try and be more active on tumblr now so like- yey.

ALSO ALSO, I may sometimes send in requests of my silly little ideas cuz like chaos cut fed my soul and I am now the ✨ H a p p e h ✨

ALSO ALSO ALSO, part three of chaos cut???, we are at home and get messages asking like “Yo we good now? You forgive us for being assholes??” and we say smth like “you gonna respond to my messages? Then sure” some kind of tweet is made could be as vague as “shes gonna be in videos again yayyy” or could be the group admitting to what happened?? *eyes* maybe responses from other friends?? Ofc that is a suggestion for if you decide to further continue.

wether you decide to continue it or not or you decide to use this or not, thank you so much, chaos cut was all I wanted it to be and more.

I’M BACK BABYYY!!

-All the love, ✨🌌🌙 Annon.

You live!! And I’d love to receive more of your amazing little ideas :) honestly, I’d write 500 parts of Cut Chaos

I probably formatted this weird because of the messages part and the Twitter part but Oh Well.

Pairing(s): cc!Ranboo, cc!Tubbo, cc!Wilbur and cc!Tommy x Fem!Reader (Platonic)

Cut Chaos Part 3

The day you spent with Ranboo, Tubbo, Wilbur, and Tommy after the store might’ve been the best day you’ve ever had. You’re finally able to breathe again, to laugh again. Smiling had started drifting away from you, but suddenly you were smiling so hard your cheeks hurt.

You almost don’t go home. It’s tempting to stay with Ranboo when he offers up one of their many spare bedrooms (and you do mean many), but you decline. Heading back home, closing the door to your bedroom is easier than it’s ever been. Just living is easier than it used to be.

Collapsing onto your bed, it only takes you a second before you start grinning like an idiot to yourself. Things are back to normal, back to how they should be. Sure, you could still be mad at them for what happened, but you were tired of not being around them. Tired of people being pissed off.

It takes you a full three minutes before you roll onto your side and unlock your phone with Face ID. There’s a plethora of notifications waiting for you, from a group chat that you thought was a ghost town. It makes you grin all over again.

Wilbur so we’re all good now?

Tommy yeah, u forgive us for being assholes??

Tubbo Becuase we r super sorry

You You guys gonna respond to my messages from now on?

Ranboo I promise on Tommy’s life

You Then yeah

Tommy HEY

Laughing to yourself, you swipe out of messages to open Twitter and scroll on it. You aren’t afraid to open it, not like you used to be. Random tweets would remind you of what you lost, of the various people confused why you lost it, but now you’re just giddy. Overjoyed.

Part of you wanted to announce the plans you made with Wilbur, Tommy, Tubbo, and Ranboo. Scream from the (metaphorical) rooftops of Twitter that you were back. The chaos squad was back.

But, as it turns out, Tommy beat you to it. Of course he did, he can’t keep his mouth shut for the life of him. In a loving way, of course.

tommyinnit ﹫Tommyaltinnit guess who is BACK in the NEW VLOG

|_ You ﹫Yourusername me BITCHES

|_ Nia ﹫randomfanpersondontworry OMG OMG OMG NO WAY !!! CHAOS SQUAD ISNT DEAD FUCK ALL OF YOU IM WINNING TODAY

You grin, scrolling through the replies to Tommy’s tweet—including Tubbo and Ranboo’s—then realize the group name is trending. With wide eyes, you switch what you’re scrolling through to read the new tweets.

Annon ﹫StarStarMoon Anyone know what happened between the chaos squad??? Like they all drop her and now she’s back?? Something definitely happened…

|_ Real Person ﹫RealpersonIcreated THIS! Why did nobody talk about it. I wanna know fr fr

|_ Max ﹫Myfriendsnameisbeingused I think they all dropped her over those rumors ages ago. Makes sense to me tbh

|_ Charlie ﹫Myotherfriendsnameisbeingused Totally on her side if something did happen honestly lmao

Oh, fuck. You hesitate, not sure what to do, then ignore the tweet and its replies. Things were good, you didn’t need to dwell on when they were bad. Let people be people and let them speculate all they want.

This was your life and your happiness. Returned, at last.

[mewhenimanangel]

cherry, eren jaeger

—synopsis. you have a little more fun at jean’s party that you thought you would

—chapter 4 ౨ৎ

𝜗𝜚content!: au-high school, ballet dancer, teenage romance, black reader, underaged drinking, drunken makeout sessions, high school party

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you yawned and stretched out your arms before rubbing a hand over your face.

a bad habit, you reached for your phone that was sitting on your nightstand. there was a text from eren - it was an address followed by the texts 'forgot to give you the address' 'you know for when you decide to come thru 😉' you found yourself smiling like a dork for some reason before texting him back, joking that you weren't going anywhere.

you clicked on lana's contact and face timed her. "hey" you said putting toothpaste on your toothbrush. "hey girl, what are you waking me up for" her voice was groggy. "are you going to that party tonight?" you asked her.

"yeah, i was actually gonna text you and ask if you wanted to come. who told you about it?" she asked you. "eren asked me to come" you told her and you could practically hear the smirk in her voice when she said "ohhh he definitely wants you. you should definitely come then" she continued "plus you've been like mad busy lately you need to come and get a little crazy"

maybe she was right, for the last month the only places you'd been were school, home, work, and dance. maybe you could use a break.

"fine i'll come. what are you gonna wear?" "that little black jean skirt i got from nando's in janurary. and maybe that cute little black shirt. you know, the ones that make my boobs look good" she told you. "oh, tryna look good in case connie's there?" you smirked. "oh shut up, but yeah of course he's gonna be there"

lana had a little crush on connie ever since junior year when they had to do a chemistry project together. you never really knew eren's group of friends but connie was always really touchy and flirty with lana, he was definitely into her too.

"anyways, ima go. i have a shift at one and my boss is gonna wring my neck if im late again." she sighed. "okay just remember to let me know when you're on your way, love you byeee" you blew a kiss to the camera and she did the same before hanging up.

you finished washing your face before going out into the living room to find your mom and enya on the couch watching bob's burgers. "hey sleepyhead, finally decide to join society?" your mom joked. "yup" you smiled, giving enya a kiss on the cheek to which she wiped off. "rude" you rolled your eyes.

you went to the kitchen to pop half a bagel in the toaster.

you went back into the living room to join them. "mommy.." you whined. "uh oh, what do you want?" she smirked. "can i go to a party tonight.." you smiled. she deadpanned "whose?" 

"it's jean's party" you told her. "ugh the kiersten's kid? he's such a troublemaker" she scoffed. "i promise to stay out of trouble, come on you know me. plus lana's coming" you told her. you knew your mom trusted lana.

you spent five more minutes begging her to go, going in front of her to block the tv.

"ugh fine you can go. but, no alcohol, no drugs, and no boys" she pointed a stern finger at you. "yayyy thank you so much mama" you smiled, going to give her a hug.

"that's not fair i wanna go to parties" enya groaned. "you're 12, sit down" you scoffed.

ʚɞ

you got out of the shower and decided to keep it simple with your outfit. you put on a white tube top and a pair of denim shorts that ended a little under your butt. you wore a pair of white adidas on your feet and threw on your jacket while you waited for lana to text you that she was here.

once she was, you said bye to your mom and went out into her car. "wait, lil pregame first" she handed you a pink whitney shot bottle. "how are you just driving around with this in your car? you're not scared you're gonna get pulled over?" you scoffed. "it's fine, we'll just drive a bit and throw it in some random trash can"

"ready?" she asked you as you untwisted the cover. you cheered and tapped the bottom before shooting your head back and downing the liquor. "WOOOO, okay let's go! the party's at some random airbnb" she said, putting the address in her gps.

it was about a 20 minute drive there, twenty minutes spent singing along to lana's music.

when you got to the house, lana parked her car about a minute away and you walked your way up.

connie was on the porch talking to someone when he saw you two walk up. "hey girl!" connie smiled at lana bringing her in for a hug by the waist. "what's up" he nod his head at you and you put your hand up to wave.

the three of you walked inside, there were a lot more people there than you thought would be - you wondered how the party wasn't busted yet.

playing on the speakers was 'love scars', there were solo cups and beer bottles everywhere, people dancing, some guy shirtless on a table dancing, there was a game of beer pong going, and people just scattered around the house in general.

"wait what should i do with my jacket" you asked lana. "oh you can put it upstairs in the master bedroom, that's where we're putting all our shit. nobody else is allowed in there but i'll make an exception" connie told you. not wanting to let you go alone, lana asked connie to lead the way upstairs.

you put your jacket on the bed, looking at everyone's stuff you spot the jacket eren wore sitting on the arm chair. you wondered where he was, you may have even been a little excited to see him.

"aight let's get crazy" connie said, grabbing lana's hand and heading toward the door. you followed behind them before stopping when you saw eren coming up the stairs.

you saw the smile that graced his lips when his eyes landed on you. he was wearing a black shirt with a pair of black baggy jeans. his hair was tied back in his usual low bun and he smelled like cologne and a hint weed. his eyes were low and glossed over.

"hey" eren smiled , standing incredibly close to you. you could smell his cologne and a hint of weed on him, the combination was intoxicating "hi" you looked up at his eyes.

lana gave connie a look before leading him downstairs to leave you two alone. "i'm glad you made it" "yeah, i had to beg my mom to let me come, she doesn't trust jean"

eren blew air through his nose "nah i wouldn't trust him either" he watched you for a second. his eyes trailed over your body, admiring the way your top hugged you, and the shorts that showed off your slim dancer legs. you were somehow glowing, maybe it was something you were wearing. you smelled so good, like a mix of vanilla and strawberries. your hair was coily and down a little past your shoulders. your lips were outlined and glossy, god everything about you drew him in.

"you look good" he smiled, bottom lip between his teeth. "you do too" you sized him up, arms crossing.

"you wanna go get a drink or something?" he asked you. "sure, lead the way" you grinned.

he reached down to grab your hand, leading you downstairs. your heart beat a little bit faster, this is the most you've ever touched. you liked the feeling of your hand in his hand, it was a little bigger than yours and he had a ring on his middle finger. you watched the slight vein that peeked through under the watch on his wrist.

he reached both hands back behind him to lead you and weave through the crowd to the kitchen.

there were a few people in there, pouring shots and eating snacks. "what can i get you" he turned to look at you. "nothing too strong" was all you told him. he nod his head and grabbed a bottle of pink whitney "this more your speed?" he asked. "pink whitney does not fall under the category of 'nothing too strong'" you joked. "but sure" you said and he poured it in a shot glass.

he handed it to you and watched as you downed it in a few seconds. "you want another?" he asked you. "sure" you told him as he grabbed another shot glass for himself. "we'll do this one together" he poured the drink in the glasses.

he reached out for cheers as the two of you tapped the drinks on the table before shooting them back.

jean, connie, lana and armin joined you guys in the kitchen. they were currently passing around a blunt that jean had rolled. you noticed that eren was somehow even more touchy when he was high. you were sitting on one of the island stools while he sat next to you. his hand grazed your thigh, tracing random swirls over your skin with his fingers. he would rest his hand on the small of your back, stare you straight in the face while other people were talking.

as the night went on, you met with lana again before she dragged you into the crowd of people that were dancing in the living room. you wound up drinking more than you intended, solo cup on its second refill of tequila.

recently you've felt like you've been drowning in your day to day life. maybe tonight was a chance to drown in alcohol instead, letting it take over your body and let loose.

eren sat on the kitchen island with jean and watched from the kitchen counter for glimpses of you through the crowd. he watched how you whined your waist to the song playing. it was so interesting to see you like this, you're usually so laidback, he felt like he was seeing a new side of you.

he's watched you dance before, but this was different, your movements were more carefree, wild, and almost sensual.

somehow you made your way on the coffee table and the people around you began cheering as you danced. you were twisting your body and whirling your ass around. the crowd was now chanting your name.

as much as lana wanted to indulge in the fun, she knew if you sobered up and found out you did this, you'd be pissed at her for not stopping you.

she quickly ran over to eren "can you help me get y/n. she's on the coffee table dancing like crazy. can you come take her down? she's getting a little too drunk" lana told him. eren furrowed his eyebrows before nodding his head and following her.

he shoved through everyone to get to you, grabbing your legs and holding you in his arms by your thighs, taking you to the living room.

lana turned the kitchen stools around and eren sat you down on it. "how much did you even have to drink" eren chuckled. you giggled "not a lot-"

lana cut you off "way too much" you playfully shot your middle finger at her.

"alright so no more for you, time to sober up" eren rubbed the top of your head, grabbing the water he was drinking from earlier to hold it by your mouth.

"guess princess can get a little crazy too" jean laughed. "shut up" eren rolled his eyes. "you feeling okay?" he asked, bending his head to look at you. he put his hand on your shoulder and rubbed his thumb over your skin. "yeah i'm good" you smiled at him.

while you sobered up, eren and jean started a game of beer pong. you sat at the side of the table watching the game. soon - connie, lana, armin, mikasa, and marco joined the game.

right now it was connie vs armin and eren moved off to the side. you were watching them play until you looked up and saw eren staring back at you. he was leaned against the kitchen counter with his arms crossed in front of his chest.

you weren't sure if it was the alcohol but his stare felt so intense. he didn't look away when your eyes met his, instead his lips twisted into a slight smirk that someone that wasn't staring right at him would've missed. you trained your gaze on his, waiting to see who would break first. the alcohol in your system was making you a lot bolder.

he smiled with teeth, placing his bottom lip between his lips. he nod his head towards the back door before slipping away from the group. you smiled as you watch him leave, getting the hint, but you decided to make him wait a minute or two.

you looked down at your phone to see a "you coming?" text from him. you tapped on lana's shoulder to tell her you'd be right back and she nod her head, telling you to be careful. you opened the door to the back patio - there were plants, a couch with a coffee table in front of it, and string lights decorating it. you were surprised no one was out here, it was so pretty.

it was a little cold but you braved it.

eren was sitting on the couch and smiled when he saw you come out. he had a joint in his hand and he was laid back in a manspread position. "you smoke?" you asked him. "nah, not often. you?" he took an inhale off it, blowing the smoke out through his mouth. "no, i never have" you admitted. "do you want to?" you nod your head "sure" and walked over to join him on the couch.

you sat next to him wrapping one leg under the other and leaning against the cushion.

eren moved closer and turned to face you put the blunt in front of you and instructed you on how to properly inhale it. "you ready?" his voice was low and his hand was held in front of your mouth, eyes not leaving yours. you nod your head and you wrapped your lips around it, trying to follow what he told you.

you felt the smoke go straight to the back of your throat and immediately coughed. you bent forward coughing as eren pat your back. you could hear him laughing though, "you okay?" he asked once you were done. "yeah" your voice was shaking. "wait lemme do it again" you reached for it. "are you sure" he chuckled. you nod your head and he gave it to you, throwing his arm around the back of the couch behind you.

once you were comfortable, you sat there for a while just talking and passing it to each other. you could feel yourself getting a little high, or at least what you thought it felt like. eren's arm that was around the couch was now blatantly on your shoulder, his thumb rubbing circles across it. the tension between you two could be cut with a knife, his low red eyes never leaving yours unless it was to look down at your lips.

you were now aware of how close you were sitting - your leg was laying against his, the other still underneath you, knee rubbing his thigh. his arm was basically around you and you were so close you could almost feel when he exhaled.

you weren't sure who leaned in first, all you knew was your lips were on his. he leaned over to put the blunt on the little tray in front of him. your lips pecked against each other until his hand behind you came to hold the side of your face, pressing his body against yours.

you put your leg across his lap and his hand came down to hold your inner thigh, just below your shorts. the kiss went from soft to sloppy and needy. you placed your hand at the side of his neck, pulling him closer. his tongue slid into your mouth and you jumped a little, pulling away. you looked back at him and he only stared back at you, eyes needy like if he doesn't kiss you again he'd starve.

you pressed your lips back against his and his hand on your thigh rose higher, almost touching your crotch. just as he did that, lana came through the door. you pushed yourself off him and jumped to your feet.

"oh! sorry to interrupt" she smirked. "but y/n we have to go now! my mom just called to ask where we were" she told you, tossing your jacket at tou. "o-okay i'll be right behind you" you said as she turned around to leave.

"um well i've gotta go now" you told him, all of a sudden feeling awkward. "damn okay then, i'll try not to miss you too much" he smirked. "yeah yeah, bye" before you walked away though, he grabbed your arm to spin you around. he held your waist and pulled you into another kiss.

"y/n let's go!" lana yelled from in the house. "bye"  you giggled. "bye" he smiled at you. you turned to leave before bumping your hip into the table. you rubbed the spot and awkwardly smiled and waved at him as you turned to leave.

[thedvilsinthedetails]

rosekiller microfic band au pt3

heyyy pt3 is here yayyy

I haven’t rlly read it thru again and I’m feeling pretty tired today so if there’s a quality dip that’s why but also we have some nice Barty POV which I find easier to write sooo balances out ig

also we have some Marlene in this one (u can thank @good-oldfashioned-lover-girl because I wasn’t gonna put her in but she loves Marls [not that I don’t] to and yk she’s the boss so 🫡🫡🫡 Marlene is in the fic and I’m actually glad bc I love her part in this)

oh also Reg is autistic in this [in my mind] so when I mention him wearing headphones it’s bc he wears headphones on public transport/often in public/during gigs to help block noise <3

oh also all the skittles have matching nail polish and little tattoos on their wrists (idk if I actually mention it here but just so u have it in ur mind)

Tags for ppl that (I think?) wanted to be tagged <3 : @depressedtheatrekiddo @blu3stars @picklerab23 @lady-stardust-incarnate @always-reading @no-names-work @y0url0verb0y @2bluetwo85 @idk-what-to-put-here-123 @weirdtinkerbellversion @lulublack90 @nikholascrow (please please do tell me if you don’t want to be tagged bc idm and obviously won’t be upset but I just don’t want to tag ppl that don’t actually want to be tagged so I’m just sort of guessing by who commented last time so um yeah)

Link to previous part

link to part one

link to next part

(Cw: lil bit of homophobia in here sorry)

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By the time the train arrived at their station both Barty and Evan had dozed off. Arms wrapping around each other, bodies curled into one another like a jigsaw puzzle. Evan didn’t wake up as gently as he fell asleep though because he was woken by Regulus kicking his seat aggressively. Once he finally opened his eyes he turned to face him. He was wearing his headphones, big and black originally but covered in splodges of spray paint from when Barty had offered to ‘customise‘ them for Regulus. He’d pushed them back though, now that the majority of people has filtered out of the little compartment.

“Hurry up and get your stuff.”

Regulus ordered before following Pandora and Dorcas who had already left.

Evan turned and tapped Barty gently to wake him up. Then when that didn’t work he shook him till he opened his eyes with a start. 

It took Barty a moment to realise where he was but even once he did he just grumbled.

“Ev don’t make me get up, please.”

He pouted, eyes wide and dilated in some kind of cheap attempt at cuteness.

“Come on you know you have to get up baby- Barty!”

Evan gaped, realising his mistake just too late. A slip of the tongue and he’d gone and fucked everything up.

“D’you just call me baby?”

A grin spread on Barty’s face and he poked Evan gently and laughed.

“You’ve been single too long Rosier.”

“You- you’re not mad?”

“Why would I be mad, baby?”

Barty winked, clicking his tongue as he got up and shuffled past Evan with a wicked smirk.

•••

Barty was going insane. 

Evan had called him baby. Baby. And fuck his reaction had been visceral. But like…in a good way? It made him want to bite down on something hard but that thing was the muscles on Evan’s arms. Or bruise something but that thing was Evan’s neck…with a hickey or two. 

Something about the way it had slipped out so naturally, so warmly. It just made Barty’s heart flutter. Made him want to grab Evan and shake the sense out of him enough to like Barty. Something along the lines of ‘kiss me, ruin me, dear God I’m begging you.’ Ah well, nothing you can’t really do about these kinds of situations except get on with it. Lying was something Barty had gotten very good at from a young age and not stopped since. Some might call it acting but those were the types of people who were just trying to convince themselves they were good and moral. Barty didn’t really care enough about that kind of stuff to bother. White lies this and how it contrasts with malicious lies that, like someone trying to section off a gradient in two. You can’t, it’s all the same monochrome blur in the end. 

Barty was lost in this little daydream when he heard Pandora roar.

“WHAT?!”

Now Pandora didn’t often roar, maybe laugh maniacally every now and then yes, but yell? Scream? That was never her type of thing. Save for some rare occasions that Barty could probably count on one hand. Pandora yelling meant it was time to stop daydreaming about Evan’s curls or Evan’s hands with their chipped green nail polish or Evan’s fucking tight t shirts. Yeah time to stop thinking about that and listen up. So he did.

“I do not intend to offend anyone by it.”

Riddle raised his hands up defensively with a cheap sleazy smile that immediately made Barty dislike him.

“I’m just saying that this venue prides itself on a distinct lack of…untoward behaviour. It’s not a massive deal, I think your lead and backup singers can use separate microphones for two nights of a six month tour. 

“What the fuck man?”

Barty stepped forward immediately hands curling into fists, Riddle was pretty short, he could definitely take him if that’s what it came to.

“Barty stop, that isn’t the right way to solve things. Come on let’s just- let’s come back later ok? See if we can talk to someone else, not this piece of shit.”

Dorcas spat out the last three words as she pulled Barty back to the group.

He was going to argue till he felt Evan put a hand on his shoulder, instead he just left Evan guide him away after the rest of the group.

“We’ll figure it out ok?”

“Fucking- Ev we can’t play there. They’re fucking homophobic.”

“Barty the O2 has been your dream since-“

“I DONT BLOODY CARE!”

“Barty shut the fuck up. I said we’ll talk about it and we will, we will figure it out but stop acting like a goddamn CHILD.”

Barty looked over at Evan who had his teeth bared, slightly wild look in his eyes. He was seething too, clearly. Just more mature than Barty.

“Ok, yeah.”

He breathed in.

“I’m sorry Ev.”

“Hey it’s alright. It’s just important the band shows a united front against this you know? We can’t split up or in fight because then, well then we all lose.”

“Yeah. Yeah you’re right Rosie. But we will do something.”

“I promise you they’re not getting away with this.”

Evan nodded. He tossed a hand over Barty’s shoulder, pulling him in just a little bit closer as they walked. Barty wasn’t complaining. 

•••

“You don’t get it Marls, we can’t just not play the O2. We’d lose way too much money off it, probably too much to be able to continue with the rest of the tour. Plus venues will think we’re unreliable and might cancel or pull out. Riddle is such a fucking dick, he only told us when we went there for a tech practice literally today.”

“Fuck yeah that’s shitty.”

Marlene was sat next to Barty on the floor of his hotel room, helping him repaint his nails. The entire band had them matching, a bright toxic green, his had started to fade though. 

“What if you just…ignore them? Do it anyway?”

“Yeah, yeah. It’s not like they can drag us off stage mid performance.”

“Not without exposing their homophobia.”

“Still…I wanna make a statement. Something big you know? Show them they can’t straight wash us.”

Marlene looked up at Barty, eyes twinkling mischievously.

“I might have an idea then.”

•••

Evan was sat in an alcove in the hotel corridor watching Regulus patiently braid and unbraid Pandora’s hair on the sofa opposite him. It calmed them both down whenever they were stressed. And Barty and Marlene, locked up together in Barty’s hotel room. Both raging homosexuals dead set on never following rules talking amongst themselves just before the biggest gig of the band’s history? Yeah that was a reason to be stressed. That’s when he heard the tell tale clump of Barty’s docs down the corridor. And he was walking with purpose.

As soon as he came into view Evan noticed the way his eyebrows were knotted together yet his eyes were glimmering with excitement. Evan had no clue what Barty was going to say next but it wasn’t that.

“Marlene thinks I should kiss you.”

Barty announced and Evan dropped his jaw, staring at him agape.

“What?”

“And I agree with her.”

“What?”

***

OK HOPE U LIKED IT

xxx BYEEEE

pt4 probs gonna come soon bc I swear this fic has a life of its own

[deftosweet]

(AN: HEYYY long time no see, ikkkk!!! I finally finished school yayyy whatever!! I wanted to write something. Short fanfic for my Ellie fansss, enjoy!!)

Take a rest

Jackson!Ellie x Reader

Ellie had returned from her watch shift late at night. You had been worried since she’d taken longer than usual, but as always, she came back anyway.

—There you are... gosh I was worried... — You said with a slight frown as you walked toward her. Ellie looked tired and dirty, as if something had gone wrong.

—I know, I know... We got delayed. We didn’t expect to run into so many infected on the route. — Ellie replied with a heavy sigh, clearly exhausted.

As she passed by you, she gave you a small kiss on the cheek before heading to the bed, sitting down carefully with evident pain in her body. You watched her and shook your head in frustration. You knew Ellie had a habit of overworking herself, and while you usually didn’t complain, it always upset you when she ended up hurt because of it.

—Do you want me to clean you up? —

You asked, preparing a damp cloth to tend to her wounds and the dried blood on her skin.

—It’s not necessary; I can do it myself. —

—Nonsense... — You walked over to where she was and sat down beside her, gently helping her remove her jacket so she could relax.

—You’re always so sweet... You’re gonna give me cavities. — Ellie joked with a small chuckle as she set her clothes aside, left only in a worn tank top.

You started cleaning her arms gently, being careful not to put too much pressure on the scrapes on her skin. Once her arms were done, you cleaned a small scratch on her cheek, then checked her back to make sure she didn’t have any other injuries, lightly feeling with your hand.

—Hey, I’m fine now, don't worry! — Ellie said with a slight smile, truly appreciating your gentleness and concern, even if it was something she needed to get used to.

—I was just making sure. Let me do my job. — You said, playfully tapping her shoulder before setting the now slightly dirty cloth aside. You took a moment to look at her before resting your head on her shoulder.

The two of you stayed in a comfortable silence for a few moments until Ellie decided to speak:

—Thank you babe. — Her voice was quieter than usual, as if she felt a bit embarrassed.

—...It’s nice having you around. Sorry I’m not... good enough. — She added. You lifted your head from her shoulder to look at her with mild disapproval. You never liked it when Ellie felt less than she was, but you knew she couldn’t help it.

—Hey... Don’t say that, okay? Of course you’re good enough, Ellie. — As you spoke, you moved your hand to gently stroke her chin, subtly guiding her to look at you.

—You think so? I mean... I’m kind of a mess sometimes, you know? You’re so much sweeter than me, you always know what to do... I don’t know, it’s like you’re the perfect girlfriend or something. It’s almost a little creepy sometimes. — Ellie chuckled lightly at the end, trying to ignore the pleasant warmth in her chest as she opened up to you. The truth was, you made her feel... safe. It was something she’d never admit outright, but she had the intention to try, or at least something like that.

—Ellie, you’re a great girlfriend, okay? I don’t remember complaining. — You playfully pinched her cheek to reassure her in a casual way. You knew she didn’t like overly serious affection, so you always tried to approach it with a bit of humor, just like she did.

—Thanks babe, really. — Ellie said taking your hand gently, and placing a small kiss in your knuckles before letting you cradle her face.

—You’re welcome. Now... I think you should rest; it’s late. — You spoke gently, brushing her cheek with your thumb as you cupped her face lovingly, giving her a small smile.

—I guess so... Damn, I'll be sore tomorrow... — She chuckled again before wrapping her arm around your waist, pulling both of you down onto the bed.

—Goodnight, babe. — you whispered against her hair before pressing a kiss to her forehead.

—Goodnight... — Ellie yawned a little before leaning closer to give you a tender kiss on the lips.

You held her close while playing a little with her hair, until she fell asleep in your arms, she seemed... so happy to be sleeping there, with you...

With one last smile, you closed your eyes to sleep as well, feeling glad about having Ellie there, just the two of you, taking a rest.

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AN: TY FOR ALL THE LOVEEE ily guys, I wasn't hoping all the support in my previous posts!! Hope you really liked this one, and if you have any suggestions please leave them in the comments :33

(PD: Sorry for any grammatical error!!! English is not my first language + I'm still improving my writing skills, ty all for your patience!!!!!!!)

[fatuismooches]

Hi!!! This is my first time saying anything here, so yayyy! But I say that one ask from another anon talking about how Dottore had never recorded fragile!reader's voice before and then forgot what it sounds like, and my brain made some jumps and--

I like to think that sometimes, whether when Dottore is just working in the room while reader sleeps (I like to think that he's modified himself enough that he doesn't need as much sleep as regular humans) or if he's also in the bed with you, that sometimes, reader's sleeping form reminds him a little too much of when reader was in a coma. Or perhaps, even worse, and that reader's time had come while he was sleeping/working. Immediately, he has to reassure himself that you're not, in fact, dead, by either going to check their pulse and keeping his hand there longer than it needs to be (what if they die the second he takes it off??) or, if he was closer to them or sleeping with them (in the literal sense), by even just listening to it. And he tries to rationalize it with himself (bc he's so i denial, I already know it) by being like "noooo, i'm not worried!! I'm a great doctor, and I have nothing to worry about!! I'm just... checking for abnormalities!!" as if he isn't just doing it to make sure they're still alive.

Idk, the thought just popped into my head. He's lost them before without a chance of saying goodbye, and he never wants it to happen again, especially if this time they'll be gone for good.

I'd like to think that reader wasn't really aware of it until one night when he was making a little more noise than usual, and they woke up groggily to find him with their ear on their chest, desperately holding onto you as if you were going to die any second. And then the second he realized you were awake, moved off was like "Hello, I'm not doing anything sus whattt"

So now reader knows he does it, but allows it because they think it's kind of cute, but also because they know that he would never admit his fears.

Anyway, I'm kinda tired, so I don't know if this actually makes any sense. But slay!!

Thank you for feeding us Dottore content, and I hope you have a good day or night!!

You've known Zandik for a long time. So you are very aware that he has weaknesses. Yes, even though the scholar tried to hide it, his walls would slowly chip away during those late nights spent in the dorm or on expeditions. But Dottore? After you woke up, you wondered if Dottore had any weaknesses. Dottore seemed to be a man of no fear, but perhaps you should have expected that because what would someone as God-like as him have to fear now? He has much power in his grasp, surely there is nothing that could bother him. He's no longer the same Zandik you once knew, and that's okay really, but you just wonder to yourself sometimes. Little did you know Dottore's one and only fear was about you.

Il Dottore considers himself a rational man in every possible subject area. Yes, he does not allow himself to be swayed by anything as irrational as emotion and instead focuses on logic. Whether his final decision is cruel or unethical is not something he cares about. But you... you are the exception. You are the variable he cannot control. And so irrationality is one of the things he despises, swore to himself he'd never be a victim of, but here he was anyway. Succumbing to an irrational mindset is the last thing he thought he'd do.

Often times when Dottore sleeps with you, he doesn't actually sleep. He gets into the bed to appease you, because it brings you comfort, (your words) lays there for a bit until you fall asleep, and resumes his work. He is just far, far too busy to stay. But, nowadays, he finds it even harder than usual to say. Why? Because of his irrational mind, once again. He needs to know that you are alive. Which is a dumb fear really, you're not going to die, you're not going to leave, your body is stable (for now) so there's no need to worry. But he needs to know. He needs confirmation. You know. He really hates that you've done this to him. He hates it. But he can't blame you, only himself, because if he cured you already he would never have to deal with irrationality again.

Dottore is used to the quietness of a human heart, from his experiments of course, clicking his tongue in annoyance from how easily they died and feeling no emotion. But your heart, if your heart stopped... well, his madness would not be transcribed to paper very well, because it would be too hard to describe. But he denies that. And he especially denies it to you. He denies it, so that's why he finds himself counting your heart's beats per minute anyway. But now you know that even the great Il Dottore has a fear and weakness. After all, when it's only the two of you, he is only Zandik, the same man who fell hard for you all those centuries ago. But that's okay. You promised to always be there, even if he doesn't want you to be.

[spiral-counsel]

For the Lawyer:

🔒 🪢 🫳 🧨 ⛓️ 🪞 📿 💭 📜 🕯️ 🌪️ 🧩 ✉️ 🕸️ 🌀 🍃 ⚓ 🧭

For Purple:

🎐 🦇 🩸 🐾 🔦 🕯️ 🧩 🌀 ⚓

<< What does any of that mean?- >>

OOOOOO Questions yayyy!!! :D

<< What- >>

[ 🧩 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat’s a truth about themselves they refuse to admit ?

Mmmmm aaaa not sure

<< If it's something one would not admit why would they admit it in a game?- like what even- >>

Don't be so boring :(

You don't admit that but you get bored and have nothing to do! You should talk to people more :D

<< ... And you don't admit you actually wish delta was closer to you- >>

.... ... . . . .... Heh that was mean :(

[ 🌀 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they have a recurring dream or nightmare ?

The players are dreams so guess that counts :(

<< Most of my dreams are from my player so i end up somehow "feeling nostalgic" for a place named home that i am not from- >>

[ ⚓ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat does “home” mean to them ?

Is when I'm with my family or friends ^^ those are my home

<< No clue- nowhere- >>

[ 🔒 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat is a secret they’ve sworn never to tell ?

<< Once again- is a secret- like that's the definition of a secret- >>

:

If you aren't going to answer can i answer for you plsss

<< Purple I don't trust what you would tell- >>

Too late! You are boriiiinnn

In early ideas you almsot almost were a woman!

<< ... I thought you would tell something worse- i mean that is more of a secret of the player- >>

[ 🪢 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhen was the last time they broke a promise ?

<< Never?- Well- from the time i have been here i have never promised anything anyway- and if i did I don't remember- >>

[ 🦇 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat is a fear they never talk about ?

I don't fear anything I'm brave >:3

<< Darkness- quite literally doesn't blink for that reason- >>

[ 🫳 ]ㅤ.ㅤwho do they feel they owe, but never paid back ?

<< I owe everyone- quite literally the "lore" reason why i went away of horizon was because i owed money- >>

<< If we are talking more in general i would say Yellow- like is the one i owe i care for anyway and I won't ever be able to pay i think- >>

[ 🧨 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat’s the quickest way to set them off, even if they hide it well ?

<< Nothing- is usually the other way around of how i react to things- >>

Most player interaction : especially from the scary one- lista

[ 🎐 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they have a sound, like a song or voice, that they associate with peace ?

I don't like sounds :((((

Are too weird and everywhere

Audition is not sooo nice

[ ⛓️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat does guilt feel like to them ?

<< Why did i get the most questions if Purple was the one who wanted to play?- >>

<< Guilt feels like if someone is crushing you and you can't breathe and that is probably deserved you die that way because is your fault- >>

[ 🩸 ]ㅤ.ㅤis there something or someone that, if lost, would break them ?

Dad and sis and mom and Ryanne :'(

I can't think if something happened to them what would happen

[ 🪞 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhen have they looked at their reflection and hated what they saw ?

<< Always- Never- I don't know- better not to look at reflections- >>

[ 📿 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat superstition or ritual do they cling to ?

<< I didn't believe in any of that before- now even less- >>

Is not feeling that you owe everyone something a superstition : ?

[ 🐾 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo animals like them instinctively ?

I think yessss :D

Met a little cat was so big i almost couldn't carry over but they were so fluffy and seemed to like me :3

[ 💭 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they believe they’re worthy of being loved ?

<< Nobody believes they are worthy of being loved- why would i be the exception?- >>

[ 📜 ]ㅤ.ㅤis there a story they love sharing with others ?

<< I have no stories- supposedly could say a case of a jury or something but it didn't ever actually happen so is no worth to tell- >>

[ 🕯️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat memory do they replay when they’re alone ?

<< I'm never alone now so I don't replay memories alone- >>

:

Liar!

<< I'm not a liar- I can't lie- >>

Wellllll you are evading the question! You do replay memories! I see you!

<< But it is really worth answering if the answer is obvious?- >>

Yesss it is!!! :(

Mmmmmmmm

I like to replay playing with my sis ^^ also the time i learnt my dad was ... My dad! That time i was so scared but now is happy!

[ 🌪️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat’s the one choice they regret (not) making ?

<< I do and don't regret anything at the same time- i do regret not trying to know more the people in that center if wanting something specific- >>

[ ✉️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat kind of letter would they write but never send ?

<< Taxes- >>

But but why can't you take something in fun??? Dont be sooooo serious-

<< Uhm- Fine- probably a regret letter or something- I don't know?- as in regretting for someone?- >>

[ 🕸️ ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they have a favourite lie they like to hear ?

<< What does that mean?- Not seriously- what does this mean- if something is a lie it means that I don't know it's a lie- and if i knew it was a lie I don't think i would like to hear it?- >>

[ 🍃 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they feel like they belong ?

<< I don't- nobody does anyway- >>

[ 🔦 ]ㅤ.ㅤwho do they search for ?

New people to meet and talk with :

I want to know how is everyone likee people are so fun to talk with and so far seem to be goood friends :3

[ 🧭 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhere would they go if they could disappear tomorrow ?

<< I came here so i could dissapear- i have nowhere else to go- i think if i had to escape it would... I don't think i could go anywhere even if i wanted- or the place would be 6 feet underground at minimum- >>

[poopiefart420]

hi poopiefart420 i’ve been thinking about myspace!ozai or jersey shore!ozai and my brain is melting. do you have any Thoughts on ozai’s behavior if he were isakai’d into that era?

MySpace/jersey shore Ozai

Now a disclaimer this is probably going to be out of character because imma have to loosen the stick up ozais ass cuz of the era difference. We’re moving him from the whatever AC to basically the entirety of the 2000s.

MySpace Ozai WOOO YAYYY

Ok so when it comes to MySpace ozai I always think he would probably be in his college years or maybe a little earlier like late senior year of highschool (I’m not good at math so I’m just doing whatever I want here). The one who introduced him was Zhao, who was using it to just post dumb selfies or his theories about fish. Ozai thought wow I’m never going to use this site, mostly because he has a big workload and a strict father who would wring his throat out if Ozai posted something that could destroy their reputation. Over time tho he’s like lemme atleast check it out. He starts to reluctantly enjoy it seeing you can customize the profile however you like and all that. Like I said I’m taking the pole out of his ass SO YES eventually he posts a little selfie photo and as time goes by he friends people more (he doesn’t even know a majority of them and doesn’t reply to them ever) he posts more pics of himself, just places he goes to, maybe even ursa (woah), or even photos of him at parties (for parties I’ll like explain later bc IK his ass would canonically be a wallflower BUT er idc) MAIN THING is about his account is he has it privated for the sake of his father or brother never finding it. I think he would eventually forget about it and then maybe zuko, azula, or maybe one of the other gaang members would end up finding it and trying to enter.

Jersey shore ozai YAYYY WOO GET DRUNK ON THE SHORE

NOW FOR THIS BAD BOY I’m just throwing shit to the wind

I’m mostly using this to explain how he is at parties/clubs because a good portion of jersey shore they go to the club almost every night (I dream to be like them)

When Ozai attends parties it’s not on his own will he’s usually dragged there or outright refuses. He usually either sticks by the person who dragged him but if they’re busy dancing or doing smthn he’ll stick to the bar. His plans for parties are just to nurse a drink and relax but sometimes he drinks more than just one drink and I think once under the influence he relaxes. He’s more social and has less of a stick up his ass. If you catch him at the right time he’ll even go dance with you whatever it is. NOW LETS BRING IN THE JERSEY SHORE SIDE OF THINGS okay confession I haven’t finished the show BUTT the person that’s always sorta reminded me of him is Jwoww. They’re both strong in themselves and don’t take shit from other people. Ofc jwoww has her moments of vulnerability and other complexities but for now let’s focus on her idgaf attitude. If Ozai was on the show I think he would be the same way he wouldn’t take shit from others and he’d probably only have one friend in the entire house. He doesn’t really care for the whole Italian family thing and does what he wants. He’ll party with who he wants, drinks with who he wants, or be as much as a party pooper as he pleases. He doesn’t bring girls back to the house because he thinks that’s distasteful not only of the girl but of the guy too. He would definitely be the type to talk hella shit to the camera and sometimes even to the other peoples faces because they’re below him in his eyes. (Side note: the 2000s were the reason ozai has a vocal fry now HE DID NAWT LET GO OF THOSE CIGS)

I barely remember writing this BUT YASS HERE YOU GO

[gracebethartacc]

You've been answering a buncha mlp asks so I thought maybe I'd send something :3

Kinda wondering if you'd want to talk more about your version of Spike? Ideas you might have for a character arc or smaller plotlines, maybe? Or maybe just talk about the Sparkle family in general, like how his relationship to Twilight is throughout the series

I just like some of the ideas you've mentioned with him before, so I was wondering if there's anything else you might wanna say about him :)) yay

YAYYY I LOVE ASKSSSS

I LOVE SPIKE HRAHHHHH WEREWOLF SHIRT RIP I HATE HOW HES TREATED IN THE SHOW AND FANDOM SOBSSSSS

Not thought too hard on an overall arc but i definitely would enjoy a spike coming into his own away from twilight plot in which twilight has to cope with the idea of spike not always being by her side like this isn’t Just her assistant this is her little sibling who has been attached at the hip for her since she was a filly but it also would be good for spike bc aforementioned spike gets regulated to just assistant/helper a lot so them sort of finding their own identity would be really sweet methinks, also would love to have spike interact with the others more like I only ever remember him being paired with twilight rarity or AJ that was IT I never remember seeing a spike and flutters or spike and RD plot why did we not get him w the others more but then i remember the show didn’t treat him like a main character and I go ohhhh ok that’s why ALSO IN MY RW IM KILLING THE RARITY CRUSH DEAD. EXPLODE. GIVE HIM A ACTUAL CHARACTER BESIDES LITTLE BOY WITH CRUSH ON ADULT PLZ.. maybe if I used it it can yk actually be used for a lesson about boundaries/why it’s ok for a kid to have a crush on someone older but the older person shouldn’t have to play along/have communication between the two instead of. Yk. Rarity leading him on….. Why Did Girl Do That💀

I def think I wanna play into my spike being an aspiring author, maybe would have a thing similar to rainbow wanting to join the wonderbolts of spike writing a story they want to actually get published and it end up happening late series !! :3 smth like that, maybe we follow them adding plot points or things inspired by the adventures they and the mane six go on like uses irl events as inspo for the book etc

aforementioned I def wanna have more spike and other characters interacting bc it didn’t happen much, also I kinda like the idea of maybe bc twi had to hatch him that perhaps all the students at tias school have dragons or little familiars to be their assistants/helpers, but bc twi was younger/prob a child prodigy in some way her family all took care of spike like a second kid than like a assistant, also adds to like an almost witch theme w the school bc i love mlp being more fantasy esc :3 like just imagine this huge magic school campus with ponies walking around alongside dragons and phoenix’s and breezies trailing behind or alongside them that sounds so fun visually ITS A MAGIC SCHOOL DAMMIT LET IT LOOK MAGICAL !!!! <3