#krissys up late

[thecagedbard]

I shouldn't be awake right now.

I shouldn't be kicking my feet while watching a k-drama

I shouldn't be thinking of how this could translate to a modern au for my tadpolycule fic.

[femslashspuffy]

They deepen charlie's character only to kill her only to regret it relatively quickly and put her back but it's not her she's got different memories and a different world and hmm maybe you SHOULD have to live with your choices if you're gonna hate crime the character in a bathtub.

Great for day getting to come back but alt charlie has none of the interesting history

[ronsenburg]

last night I dreamt that my therapist was berating me for having an (in dream) affair. and I was sitting there, accepting all her criticism, agreeing with her points covering what a terrible person I was, until she told me I was a 3 and had no business associating with an 8. then I got up and left.

[vampirevatican]

Hi krissy!! Headcanons for Judd falling in love/lovesick?? Like, reader fell first, he fell harder... how does he realize he's in love?? Tyyyy 💕💕

hi hi!! okay gosh this is such a cute request, since reader fell first we're gonna focus on juddy

he'd know reader is into him, first of all

why would his shirts be missing, why would you be subtly flirting with him, or showing up to hang out with his family

besides his parents inviting you to everything bc ur great at keeping nick under control and leah takes your advice

i don't think he recognizes that he's falling until he's already there

his family could hint at it, friends could outright tell him but he'd deny it

over time though instead of a usual 'no' or disapproving grunt there'd be a slight smirk from him

now if we're talking show elements? he'd be sick and tired of his love bug

it'd start small and he'd squish it or shoo it away until it was too big to ignore

his hormone monster? quoted by a fic, "judd has a heart boner, judd has a heart boner." in sing song fashion

it's a late night in his room, staring up at his ceiling that he realizes...

Judd sits up in his bed, a cold sweat running down his brow and the back of his neck. "Fuck." He's irritated with himself, not because he forgot something or that something woke him from his sleep. What's more irritating is that those damn HR monsters wouldn't shut the hell up. He was in love and it was enough to piss him off. It wasn't like being in love was a bad thing, but it was the fact he held off on it for so long. How long did he actually love you. When did he start falling for you and why was it now that he realized he wanted you so bad.

[bradshawssugarbaby]

Timeless - II (Bob Floyd x Reader)

A/N: Hi besties! Lil early birthday treat from me (I'm hoping to write part three on my birthday but we'll see) with part 3!

pairing: Lt. Robert Floyd x reader

warnings/content: no warnings, extra cute Bob. mutual pining, OC's mom meddling but it's cute, Bob swears like once.

word count: 1.8k

one - two -

The Taylor home was practically humming with noise as your family prepared for Thanksgiving festivities together. Your mother was in the kitchen, channeling her inner Food Network tv personality as she made the holiday meal. Your younger brother was home from college, and your teenage sister had brought a friend over for the day to meet everyone and watch the hours-long football marathon that began early in the afternoon that day, following the thanksgiving day parade. Just as the Commanders were taking on the Cowboys, your doorbell rang. Despite there being several other people in the room with you, you appeared to be the only one able to hear it ringing. You sighed and rolled your eyes as you stood up to answer the door. In your doorway stood Bob, in a football jersey and jeans, a casual look that you remembered well from high school. He laughed softly as you answered the door, a warm, friendly smile on his face.

“Hey Krissy, Ma sent me over to see if your folks wanted any pies, she made these apple pie tarts and she made enough to feed the entire naval base, but I don’t think they’d fly back with me very well.” He let out a soft chuckle and shook his head, “Although, I’d love to show Hangman what a real apple pie tastes like. He swears the ones in the store are the same thing. You’d think being from the south, he’d know better.” He laughs again, his cheeks blushing as he speaks about his current life. 

“Hangman? Your friend’s name is…Hangman?”

“No, it’s a callsign, all of us have one. His real name is Jake. Then you have Bradley who goes by Rooster, Natasha is Phoenix-”

“Ok then, what’s yours?” You raise an eyebrow with your arms folded across your chest.

“Bob. I got kinda confused when they asked me when I first started…so I told them my nickname and it stuck. Although now if you ask Hangman, he tells you it stands for “Baby on Board” because I’m the youngest out of the team.” He shakes his head laughing softly before looking up at you, his deep cobalt blue eyes meeting yours. God, you could get lost in those eyes for hours. 

“I’m sure my mom would appreciate them, she’s sort of up to her eyeballs in cooking right now. I think she’s aiming to compete with yours for who can make the most food,” you laugh as you step aside to let Bob in, “Come on in, we’re just watching football, Ma’s banned us all from entering her kitchen.”

Bob laughed and walked inside your family home, the home he was so familiar with as a child, where you’d play hide and seek in the different rooms, sipping lemonade on your mother’s porch swing on the veranda out front, sneaking treats upstairs to your room when you were little, hiding while you devoured them way too close to dinner time. Helping you sneak in through your bedroom window late at night after a party you weren’t supposed to be at, driving you home in his dad’s beat up old pickup truck that had a habit of always getting stuck in the mud. 

Your house hadn’t changed hardly at all since your family moved in all those years ago. A coat of paint here and new furniture there and that was about it - it was almost identical to how it was when Bob was inside it last. The time he’d taken you to prom because your date canceled on you the day before. Bob had seen you crying at school and was comforting you the entire drive home that day, and he had offered to take you, because he hadn’t found a girl he’d like to ask yet. Part of you felt like Bob just felt bad for his best friend and didn’t want to see you upset, but the other part of you had hoped it was because he wanted to ask you.

“Bobby Floyd, how’re you doing? ‘Suppose we should be calling you Lieutenant now, shouldn’t we?” Your dad’s booming voice echoed through the house as he greeted Bob. Bob smiled warmly and nodded his head once as he spoke.

“I’m great, Mr. Taylor, and just Bobby is fine, I don’t really use the rank outside of work. We both know my Mama wasn’t going to be calling me Lieutenant when I got home,” Bob let out a hearty laugh as he turned to greet your younger siblings, “Wow, Megan, haven’t seen you since you were about 5 or 6, you must be like, 16 now? And Nate, Ma said you just graduated college? What did you end up going for?”

As Bob played catch-up with your dad and siblings, you quietly excused yourself to the kitchen where your mother was. You noticed your mother’s sly smirk on her face as she kneaded the pie crust she was working on.

“I hear Robert’s come to see you?” she hummed as she set the crust in the baking dish, trimming the edges as she spoke, “That was awfully sweet of him.”

“Mama, don’t start,” you warned quietly, shaking your head, “I told you, I don’t think Bobby feels that way.”

Your mother sighed and wiped the flour off her hands onto her apron, shaking her head. She gave you a pointed look. “Kristen Taylor, you know that Robert’s had eyes for you since he was six years old - don’t think that he’s changed his mind.” 

“What makes you so sure? What are you, an expert in how he feels now?”

“I may not be, but I’m very good friends with someone who is. And she tells me that Robert specifically asked how you were doing and if his mama had seen you recently. You don’t ask about a girl after 10 years unless you want to see them, Kristen.” Your mother laughed softly as she put the pie in the oven. After a moment of silence while you tried to wrap your head around this new information, your mother shook her head.

“Kristen, his mama and I just want you kids to be happy. But let’s face it, he didn’t come here just to see if we wanted some extra apple pies. And his mama did not “accidentally” make too many.”

“How did you know why he was here?” You laughed and raised an eyebrow as you folded your arms across your chest, watching your mother intently as you awaited a response.

“I can’t reveal all my secrets to you now, can I, Kristen?” Your mother smiled warmly as she looked towards the doorway. You followed her gaze, turning around to face Bobby, his cheeks turning pink as he stood in the entrance to the kitchen, leaning his hip against the door frame. He pushed his glasses up on his nose, a nervous habit of his for as long as you’d known him, and smiled.

“Hi Mrs. Taylor, you look lovely, Mama wanted me to come by and see if you wanted some apple pies…but I’m guessing she called you ahead of time to tell you?” He laughed awkwardly, obviously having heard the last half of your conversation.

“She did, Robert! And congratulations, it sounds like you’ve become quite the accomplished Naval lieutenant while you’ve been gone. Your mama’s been filling me in on what you’ve been up to. She’s very proud of you, but I’m sure you know that already.” Your mother nodded her head as she smiled. 

“I do, m’am, she’s very glad I’ve come home for a few days. I don’t get leave too often now with everything going on back on base, but I try to come home when I can. Last few years we just went to Texas and met halfway at my brother’s house in Austin. This year though my brother and sister have brought all the little ‘uns up here, so poor Ma’s got all 3 of us kids up here, plus my brother’s two and my sister’s two, and their partners. It’s a bit of a full house. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t glad to escape when she asked me to come by.” He laughed softly, “I love my nieces and nephews but boy, do they know how to tire you out.” 

“I can imagine! Actually, while you’re here, could I steal you to help Kristen for a moment? I need the serving trays brought down from the attic, but I can’t trust Nate to carry them without dropping one, and Megan’s terrified of going up there,” your mother laughed as she discreetly shot you a smirking glance. 

“Oh, I’d be happy to, Mrs. Taylor. Krissy and I’ll get them down for you.” Bob smiled as he took your hand playfully and went off upstairs with you. It felt just like old times, his hand leading you up the stairs to the attic where the two of you used to hide and play in as kids. You’d turned it into a clubhouse of sorts for the two of you growing up, a sanctuary away from the chaos of having a big family and school work and chores - a place for just the two of you. 

Bob sighed happily as he looked around the attic. The two of you had so many memories of being in here together, and for you, it felt like they all came flooding back at once. 

“God, I haven’t been in here in years,” he said as a soft chuckle escaped his lips, “Remember that time you hid up here when we ate all of your mama’s apple pie she’d baked for the school bake sale? She was madder than a wet hen, and we thought hiding up here would be the smartest choice. Then, sure as shit, she found us laughing and covered in apple pie filling.” He laughed again, shaking his head. “We both got grounded for that one, I think that was the first time my mama ever had to ground me, and it was because of you in the first place!”

“Hey, I didn’t make you eat it,” you laughed as you held your hands up innocently. “I just encouraged you to join me. Not my fault that you did.”

Bob shook his head and smiled thoughtfully at you, his eyes meeting yours once again. You hadn’t noticed how closely you two were standing to one another until now, your bodies only a few inches from each other, close enough to feel each other’s body heat radiating. You instinctively bit your lip - your own nervous habit, and Bob gently stroked your cheek with his hand. He pulled you in closer and smiled softly. 

“God, I’ve missed you, Kristen.” He said as he gently wrapped an arm around your waist, his other hand still gently stroking your face, “I really, really missed you.” 

[dotthings]

"Hunting isn't always about killing" Dean, who remembers what it was like being turned into a vampire and not wanting it. Dean who said "hunters are never kids." Dean who befriended an angel, and then a vampire. Dean who allegedly is the one who sees things so black-and-white and simplistically yet persistently wrestles with his yearning for things beyond hunting and his own draw toward hunting, with his role a monster-killer mixed with his comprehension that things aren't always so simple and maybe not every monster should be killed, that monsters have agency and can make choices same as humans. Dean who knows that doing it for vengeance as an act of rage won't fill up the hole or end the grief and could have terrible consequences and harm the person taking vengeance. Dean who wants to save kids from having to be hunters yet also respects the agency of a group of teens.

Dean and Krissy's friendship in many ways is a rumination on the hunting life, and a reflection on Dean himself. Dean sees himself in Krissy and therefore, someone he needs to save, because he can't save his past self from all this but maybe he can save Krissy.

Victor's vision of a more balanced hunting life in Freaks and Geeks turned out to be illusory, not because it wasn't working, but because Victor had gone mad. Victor's version of the balanced hunting life fails, but Krissy, Aidan, and Josephine still choose some version of it for themselves. They choose to stay together and if monsters cross their path they'll deal with it but they won't live on the road and sacrifice everything to the cause. They choose to have a life while using their hunting skills, freed of the man who tricked them. Because it wasn't a terrible idea.

Sam was all for it, Dean was against it, but not because only Sam thinks about it or thinks of life outside of just hunting, and both of them are already inching towards a more balanced idea of how to hunt. The discovery of the bunker changes them, it brings a degree of comfort and resources they didn't have before. There are also things late in the series about finding other ways to hunt, safer ways, the role community can play in that, as well as personal needs, such as finding "someone...something...not marriage or whatever...with someone already in the life"--the yearning for a significant other--and enjoying life where it's not all hunt all the time, which is something Dean has always known how to do. The bunker gives Dean some of the things he wants. He loves the kitchen, having his own room, the nice showers, the soft bathrobes.

It's never simple. It's not black-and-white.

[gunchamber]

krissy showing up to the function : late as always & incredibly anxious like :))

[miniherodesktales]

Day 13: Dreams

It was never summer in Bedford Falls. The little town, quaint as it was, was somehow forever stuck in a cycle of autumn, winter, and early spring before immeditately jumping back into autumn.

Residents of Bedford were sometimes treated few limp clumps of snowdrops dotted here and there, a few unhappy daffodils weighed down by frost and damp, and then after a couple of weeks the flowers would be buried beneath a glorious blanket of orange, red, and yellow fall leaves and a whole lot of rain. Then shortly after that, the first snow would begin to fall.

It reminded Krissy of Scotland.

But, in spite of the damp and the cold, Krissy loved it. She loved the crisp cool air, the crunch of frosty leaves beneath her boots, the crackle of the fire, the need for blankets, the smell of pumpkin pies and always being in a hurry to catch up on the Christmas shopping.

'This is mine! That's mine! And ttthhhiiissss is forever mine!'

The Cat was gliding his way down the hallway, spraying his scent over just about everything - the coat rack, the bench, the telephone...Krissy smiled warmly.

'Morning, Cat.'

'Morning, Mrs Lister, you off out?'

'Just some last minute Christmas shopping.'

'Well don't forget my present. And before you go -FEED MEEE!'

Krissy's smile became strained.

Life was a funny old thing. She was so happy, but things weren't perfect. As much as she loved Lister's friends, they did take up a lot of space. But, that was another funny thing - Lacaille House - old and falling apart - always seemed to grow to accommodate more people. They always had just about enough space. There was always extra bedding in the airing cupboard, another chair ready at the dining table.

Arnold Rimmer was the latest lost soul Lister had rescued. He had been malnourished and exhausted by life when Kryten had carried him in. He had pulled Bexley from the lake, risking his own life, there was no chance they would turn him back on the streets. Even before the doctor had attended to him, Krissy could see that he was in serious need of some TLC. Thankfully, they suddenly remembered that they had recently converted the attic into a cosy guest room. It was small, but warm and comfortable. He was recovering well if the daily morning shouting was anything to go by.

'OH WHY CAN'T YOU DO ANYTHING RIGHT, YOU USELESS STRING OF PHELGM!!'

'Right on cue, m'am,' said Kryten cheerfully, brushing past Krissy and the Cat with his tool box. 'Sounds like another painting gone wrong...although, only in Mr Rimmer's eyes. Perhaps if he wasn't so much of a perfectionist he'll create something he's satisfied with and we can all enjoy a quiet morning, eh?'

Krissy's smile stretched to breaking point.

'We can only hope,' she said.

'If you'll excuse me, M'am, Mr Cat, I'm just going to hammer in some extra nails for the coat rack. You can never have enough. People wear more hats here. I don't know if you've noticed.'

'I'm going,' Krissy announced, not that anyone heard her. 'I'll be home late.' And she dashed out the door leaving behind the noise of hammering, bellowing, and yowling.

***

Krissy found outside Lister at the hardware store, examining the Christmas trees.

His eyes lit up when he saw her and he hugged her tightly.

'I was going to surprise you and the kids,' he said, putting an arm around her waist. 'But now that you're here, how about this one? Too big or not big enough?'

She shrugged. 'Does it matter?'

'Course it matters!'

She pecked him on the cheek.

'I love you, you know that, right? I love our lives here. I love our bratty kids, the mouldy house, you're insane, annoying friends. I love it all. You know that? Say that you do, Dave!'

He brushed away her tears with his thumb. 'I do. You show me that everyday. You save me everyday. Why are you crying?'

'You must know that this is a dream, don't you?' she said softly. 'I'm just a dream. A game. That's all.'

'So what?' Lister's voice hardened. 'Does it matter? It's better than where I came from. That's the point, it's Better Than Life.'

'I'll drain you. I'll drain you of your life and your friends too.'

'Don't do this. Don't!'

Krissy held onto his hands and waited until he made eye contact again.

'I'm not meant to love, but I do,' she said. 'Get out. Get out now and live your life properly. That's an order, Lister.'

***

Lister returned to Lacaille House alone and called everyone together to the dining room.

'Sorry, lads, we've got to leave. None of this is real. It's just a dream. Time to wake up.'

'What are you talking about?' Rimmer laughed. 'Of course this is real!'

'Where did you come from?' Lister snapped. 'Where were you born?'

Rimmer blinked several times. 'England,' he said eventually, but he sounded uncertain.

'Not Io, then. Moon of Mars.'

'Jupiter, actually,' Rimmer corrected before he could stop himself. 'Why do I know that?'

'Perhaps you just do,' said Kryten.

'Sorry, but who are you?' Rimmer asked him. 'I've been meaning to ask. I know you but I also don't...I -I feel confused...'

Lister patted his shoulder. 'It's okay, man.'

'I feel confused too,' Kryten admitted. 'Why does Mr Rimmer keep painting space ships?'

'I'm not confused,' the Cat shrugged. 'If Bud says this is a dream, then I believe him! What is there to get confused about?'

'Oh shut up!' Rimmer snapped. 'You're ruining our existential crisis, you know that?'

Lister clapped his hands together. An Exit door appeared behind him.

'Let's just go,' he said flatly. 'And forget all about this place.'

'What happened?' Rimmer asked. 'Weren't we happy here? I mean, mostly happy?'

'Were you happy?'

Rimmer shrugged. 'I....my brothers were all killed in the war but I was an artist...I don't know...'

'Just go, we'll figure it out later.'

Rimmer walked through the doorway and disappeared him. The Cat followed him without a word.

'Sir?' Kryten asked. 'What happened?'

'Love,' said Lister. 'But it was just a dream.'

'Time to wake up, sir.'

'I know.'

[bunnysnuff]

being Darcy Olsson girlfriend would include.

Pairing: Darcy Olsson x F!reader.

Trigger warnings: none!

Note: can you tell Darcy is my fave character. I love Krissy so much.

1.Endless Laughter:

Darcy has a wicked sense of humor, so dating her means constant jokes, playful teasing, and lighthearted banter. You’d always find yourself laughing, even at the most unexpected times.

She loves making silly faces at you across the room or throwing in a sarcastic comment to keep things interesting.

Inside jokes would become a huge part of your relationship. You two would have your own little language of humor that no one else fully gets.

2. Supportive Partner:

Darcy would be incredibly supportive of you and your goals, always cheering you on from the sidelines and reminding you of your worth, especially when you doubt yourself.

She’s the kind of girlfriend who shows up at your events—be it something big or small—with a sign that says something like, “You rock!” or “That’s my girl!”

When you’re stressed or overwhelmed, Darcy’s there with comfort—whether that’s a funny distraction, a pep talk, or just listening to you vent.

3. Spontaneous Adventures:

Darcy is adventurous and loves trying new things. She’d drag you on impromptu weekend trips, random hikes, or late-night food runs.

She’d always have a “plan” to surprise you with something, whether it’s an unplanned road trip or just taking you to a secret spot she loves in town.

You never know what Darcy will come up with next, but you can count on it being exciting and memorable.

4. Affectionate and Playful:

Darcy is big on physical affection—hand-holding, arm slinging, or just randomly pulling you in for a hug. She’s always got an arm around your shoulder or waist, especially when you're out together.

She loves surprising you with quick kisses when you’re least expecting it—on your cheek, your forehead, or sometimes in the middle of a conversation, just to fluster you.

Darcy would also love teasing you in a light, affectionate way, constantly finding little ways to make you blush or laugh.

5. Unwavering Loyalty:

Darcy is fiercely loyal and protective, always standing by your side no matter what. If someone ever gave you a hard time, she’d be quick to step in and defend you.

She’s the kind of girlfriend who’s got your back through thick and thin. No matter what challenges come your way, Darcy will always be there, ready to fight for you and your relationship.

You’d always feel safe and secure knowing that Darcy’s loyalty is unshakable.

6. Deep Conversations:

Despite her playful nature, Darcy also has a thoughtful, introspective side. Late at night, you’d find yourselves having deep, meaningful conversations about life, love, and the future.

She’d always listen to your concerns or worries and offer her perspective in a calm, understanding way. Darcy values communication, so she'd make sure you always feel heard.

She’d open up to you about her own insecurities and fears, creating a strong emotional connection between the two of you.

7. Attending LGBTQ+ Events Together:

As an LGBTQ+ advocate, Darcy would encourage you both to participate in community events like Pride parades, protests, or LGBTQ+ fundraisers.

She’d be your biggest supporter in embracing your identity, and the two of you would feel proud to be out and open together.

Darcy would also introduce you to her circle of queer friends, making you feel welcome in the community she holds so close to her heart.

8. Cute Dates with a Twist:

Darcy’s idea of a date could range from traditional movie nights to fun activities like roller skating, going to concerts, or hitting up an arcade.

She’d always find a way to add a quirky twist, like organizing a themed date night or challenging you to a friendly game of mini-golf.

You can count on her to never let things get boring—there’s always something fun up her sleeve.

9. Adorable Nicknames:

Darcy would definitely come up with a cute (and probably silly) nickname for you. It might be something related to an inside joke or something totally random that just sticks.

She’s the type to call you "babe" one moment and something completely ridiculous like "squishy" the next, just to make you laugh.

10. Loving You As You Are:

One of the best things about being Darcy’s girlfriend is how much she loves you for exactly who you are. She appreciates your quirks, flaws, and everything in between.

She’d remind you daily that you’re beautiful and special to her, building you up with her unwavering confidence in you.

Darcy doesn’t need you to change or be perfect—she loves you as is, and she’d make sure you never forget that.

[the-ellia-west]

alrighty!! tw for gore, violence swearing and death

Kris held Katlyn’s hand, as she smiled weakly at him. Blood was pouring from her wounds, and she didn’t look like she had long left. Kris felt hot tears streaming down his face as Katlyn gently cupped his face in her hand.

“Katie… don’t leave me… please…” His voice broke. Katlyn just smiled.

“Do what I couldn’t, huh Krissy, honey? Get out of here. I love you so much…” She managed, before her grip slacked, and her eyes glazed over. Kris let out a strangled sob, still gripping her hand desperately. He shut his eyes, tears streaming down.

“Katie?! Katie! Please, please… this can’t be happening…” He wailed, pressing Katlyn’s hand to his forehead.

Kris felt a hand grip his shoulder harshly.

“C’mon now, kid. Time to go back.”

He didn’t respond, still sobbing as he held Katlyn’s body close. He felt the grip tighten.

“Weapon. Now. Or will I have to force feed you the pills again?”

Something inside Kris snapped… and he turned around, the tears slowly thickening and shifting in colour from transparent to the left one turning cyan and the right one turning hot pink. Kris’s eyes disappeared, the sclera turning pitch black, as his right eye turned cyan with a dark pink cross instead of a pupil, and the left one turned bright pink with a navy blue cross. His mouth stretched into a large grin; his teeth suddenly sharper as black liquid trickled from his mouth.  The two mafiosos backed away slowly, reaching for their guns.

“Such loyal puppies~! Forever listening to the Boss… I’m sure he’s sooo grateful~” He teased, before suddenly lunging at them. It was only too late that they noticed the machete in his hand, before one of the mafioso’s head was rolling on the ground. Kris grinned even wider, blood splattering on the floor and on his face, approaching the second one. The other backed away in fear, pointing the gun fearfully, his hand trembling. Kris grabbed him by his collar, before driving machete right through his chest. The man only had a split second to scream, before going limp as the machete was pulled out. Kris felt the blood gushing out of it, covering his hands. It felt warm… the metallic scent filling the air. He laughed, the unhinged sound filling the quiet streets.

“The loyal puppies didn’t even whimper! Haha~ how disappointing!” He screamed, grabbing the decapitated head by its hair and grinning, “Such tasty treats! Hahahaha!”

He threw the head aside, causing it to roll along the road. He ran his thumb along the blade of the machete, licking off some of the blood, the maniacal grin never fading from his face.

This spectacle had drawn a small crowd, with people emerging hazily from their homes, only to see the bloody scene in front of them. Kris turned his head, staring at all of them.

“Always watching, naughty naughty~ Did nobody ever tell you it wasn’t nice to snoop?” He cackled, throwing his hands up as if in a show, “I suppose I’ll have to teach you!”

Within minutes there was pandemonium. There were multiple dead bodies littering the streets, some missing heads, others missing arms and legs, some having bullet holes through their heads and chest. Men, woman, children, it didn’t matter. They all lay dead on the streets at the road was painted red with their blood. Kris stood in the middle of the carnage, soaked in blood and still grinning. His machete was coated in blood, and his gun was nearly empty.

“Snooping is bad… but I don’t think that’ll be a problem for any of you!” He screeched, his eyes wild with anger and insanity. He cackled, gripping his head in his hands.

“Puppies, puppies, puppies! Weak, pathetic little puppies! All dead, nice and dead and buried! That’s all you were good for!” He crowed, “All dead! Buried underground like good puppies! Good little obedient puppies, dying for their boss!”

He fell to his knees, still laughing madly and gripping his head, his hair poking through the gaps in his fingers. Soon though, the laughs melted into sobs, as he curled up on the road, tears streaming down his face.

“No… why…” He wailed, staring at his blood covered hands, “What have I done…?!”

“…What the fuck…?”

“Xoran… that wasn’t me… or you…?” Kris managed to choke between sobs.

“No… Kris it was both of us.”

“What?”

“I don’t… know what happened… but I think we must have fused somehow… and brought out the worst in each other.”

“…Oh my god…” He held his hand to his mouth, feeling bile rising up, “What have I done…?!”

First of all: ✨️Slayyyy✨️💅

Second of all: Absolutely Fucking Terrifying, fantastic Job

Third of all: AMAZING ENDING

Fourth: Your narration is spot-on and hits hard, this is beautiful and if You don't get published so I can read this whole thing I will cry.

[phoechii]

Ogey those emoji asks...💋 for Guzma, 🍿 for Ace, ☁️ for Ingo, 🛍️ for Sabo, and 🍋‍🟩 and 🫧 for everyone!

OMG thank you for all the asks Erin! Sorry for answering so late ;w; I hope you and Soul and having a good evening!!! ❤️

💋 ~ (Guzma) How does your f/o respond to being kissed & doted on? 

He acts sometimes like it doesn’t matter him, especially surprise kisses, he's got a tough guy reputation and all!!! In private he does love the attention tho. He softens into it and gives in, he’s a mushy guy deep down! Even sometimes when he thinks he doesn’t deserve it... I hope he feels loved and deserving when i dote on him ;; 🍿 ~ (Ace) It’s movie night for you & your f/o, what film are you gonna snuggle up & watch?

Cheesy romcoms are a fun middle ground for us, cuz when we wanna watch stuff together he likes to yap so we usually don’t wanna watch things we’re super interested in lol. You can tell when he’s really into a show or movie because he’s really quiet xD ☁️ - (Ingo) how does your f/o like to spend their free time with you?

It’s rare he has much free time tbh but when he does, we meet up at the park with our Pokemon and have picnics! Or stay in and chill if he wants to rest (he should more tbh) 🛍️ - (Sabo) what would your f/o get you as a gift? additionally, what would you get for them?

We are lucky we are both writers and both kinda into stationary (I Am a little obsessed with it right now tho) so random stationary makes good gifts for both for each other! Sabo rlly likes those fancy fountain pens and ink and I’m obsessed with sketchbooks / journals / planners... never have too much stationary (ok maybe a little… but it definitely gets used well!!!) Gift giving is one of my main love languages so he has a nice pen collection going now (I like using them too lol)

🍋‍🟩 - (Everyone) similarly, what would your contact names be for each other?

I think Im “Honeybee” in Guzma’s phone (ever since I made a comment abt how i liked that nickname he’s been really abusing it ehehe). I’ve actually changed Guzma’s contact a lot, a lot of silly bug puns rather than his name but it’s “beebee” now to go with my honeybee nickname plus its a nickname I’ve always called him, baby, but,... bees! 

Ingo’s very formal, it’s just my name as my contact name in his phone lol. I had him as “Bingus” in mine for a while but felt bad and changed it to just his name (Ingo 🖤 with a black heart) cuz he’s always so genuinely sweet to me 😭

I’m “Krissy ❤️‍🔥” in Ace’s phone cuz that’s a nickname only he calls me hehe. I tried to be funny and called him “Hot Guy🔥” in mine lol

I’m just Phoe! In Sabo’s phone (with the !) And I add emojis in my contacts so I just have him as “Sabo 🎩” in mine hehe (orr Sbob 🎩 Babo 🎩 you know who it is by the tophat lol)

🫧 - (Everyone) what song(s) remind you of your f/o?

I HAVE SO MANY I tried to narrow it down to a few for each but there are too many important ones to me waaa

🪲 - All is Full of Love (Bjork), Sunglasses (BarbWalters), My House (Flo Rida), I Feel It Coming (Daft Punk/Weeknd), Praise (Fatboy Slim), Good To You (Marianas Trench), Love Like You (Rebecca Sugar)

🚂 -  Anville Town theme, Bright Lights Big City (Takashi Nakatsuka), Dreamin Chu Chu (Hatsune Miku), U (Belle ?) /// Jubilife Village theme, Something About Us (Daft Punk), Far (Umineko)

🔥 - Ring of Fire (ADAM LAMBERT COVER ON AMERICAN IDOL IN 2009 this was a BIG ONE for me from back then and its not on spotify GRRR), Colors of You (Baby Queen), Paradise (Carmody), Staring at the Sun (MIKA), Die with a Smile (Bruno Mars), Love Like You (Rebecca Sugar), You (Dai)

🎩 - ((I don’t have many yet tbh!)) Dearly Beloved (from Kingdom Hearts... and i associate a lot of KH music with him now because he has Sora’s VA haha), Clearest Blue (CHVRCHES), You - Graduation (Dai/Eiko Shimamiya)

[alstroemeriatea]

i refuse to let hbo!supernatural die so

Claire is a nephilim and hates that her eyes turn gold and the color itself - she wears silver jewelry exclusively

Jody has night terrors of her son dying in her arms and getting infected with the disease he carried herself. she does police work from home most of the time

Dean and Claire go for walks in the forest sometimes and end up staying out late enough they end up building campfires and talking for hours. Dean ends up giving Claire her first tattoo with a stick and poke

Cas’ hair tends to grey when he’s low on grace and it always makes dean look twice. when dean gets older and his own hair starts to grey cas tries to heal him with grace. it doesn’t work.

Sam’s hands are stained red because of the blood addiction. no matter how hard he tries to scrub it doesn’t go away

Jack takes twice the amount of adderall to deal with his ADHD which is more of a grace/soul problem than a genetic linked problem.

Kaia practices spiritualism regularly and constantly has a hamsa or an evil eye on her for protection. she smells like inscence and marijuana

Krissy Chambers writes to dean regularly and he often writes back to her. they have an unspoken agreement that they’d drop whatever they’re doing in a moments notice for one another.

[lilac-hecox]

flirting under fire/florist au. shaymien. B)

KRISSY this is difficult lmao

Sooo, immediate thoughts are that Damien owns the flower shop, he's the main florist. Shayne works at the shop, he is the delivery boy. The shop is decently busy, enough to stay afloat, but there are quiet times too when Damien and Shayne talk about video games, and TV shows and all this stuff, and so they are really good friends. Friends who might be crushing on each other, but, you know~

Anyways, the town the flower shop is in has been having a string of burglaries lately, and unfortunately, one quiet night before closing when Shayne and Damien are both there, the shop is broken into. Shayne notices first and instantly grabs Damien's wrist and tugs him into the bag room, locking the door. They both sit with their backs against the wall and listen to the robbers break shit and steal the cash from the register (it had been a slower day so there wasn't that much in the till and Damien is really good about keeping the bigger dollar amounts in a safe in the basement of the shop). Shayne covertly gets ahold of 911 and they just have to wait it out.

Damien is freaked out of course and Shayne maybe holds his hand and starts talking to him about all this stuff he likes, what anime they'll watch next after they finish co-watching the one they are working on now, and Damien holds his hand tightly and whispers back to him.

The cops come but the robbers get away before they arrive, and when it's safe to come out Shayne and Damien see some broken vases, some trampled flowers, and Shayne is like "I'm sorry about your shop, man." and Damien is like "As long as we're safe I don't care."

And he and Shayne clean up the shop together and maybe there are too many nerves to go home alone so Shayne stays over at Damien's place afterwards and they watch anime and sit together on the couch and Damien makes them both vanilla milk, and maaaaaybe Damien falls asleep with his head on Shayne's shoulder.

[kujo1597]

It’s been a bit! But I suppose that’s normal for these. I did have a good reason for it taking so long this time. In the first episode recap or whatever you’d like to call these posts I said that I started doing them to get back into writing Unbreakable. Well! I’m done chapter 6!!! 🥳 Woo! Well… mostly done it. I have to like, write at least a couple verses for a song Stormer wrote and do my usual week of proofreading before I post it. But! I’m 99% done it!!!

Let’s celebrate my new spare time with an episode of Jem.

I had literally no idea what this episode’s title was. It completely escaped me for some reason. Why am I so confused by that?

Kimber’s my favourite character! How did I forget the episode with her name in it? I think the actual answer is that there are a couple episodes where Kimber’s rebelled and those ones were a little more of a meaningful rebellion. Especially the one that really kicked off my favourite Jem ship.

Oh by the way. I actually forgot that the last episode ended on the yacht being on a crash course with an oil tanker. I think part of why I don’t feel too bad about how densely packed my Jem fanfics tend to be is because the show itself covers a lot in each episode.

Let's get to it.

So the yacht almost crashes into the taker ship, Danielle’s crew manages to save the ship. Although the party guests get a little thrown around.

Jem included!

So… Is this how boats work? I grew up in a landlocked province; I didn’t even see the ocean until I was in my mid-20s. My family would go to a lake but it was small, probably too small for a speeding yacht. I don’t know boat physics.

Anyway, Rio pulls Jem back onboard.

And here is our first kiss between Jem and Rio. Jerrica got caught up in the moment and gave her boyfriend a kiss on the lips. But of course she’s Jem right now and Rio to his credit, pulled away and said that it’s wrong to cheat on Jerrica with Jem.

He’s not bad in these first few episodes!

With the crisis averted everybody makes sure Jem and Rio are okay, then they see the Misfits taunting them from their little speed boat. And Stormer does a Flim Flam as hell laugh. Sorry Sue Blu I love The 13 Ghosts of Scooby Doo so I associate this style of laugh with the lovable scam artist. Now that everybody’s nice and frustrated with the uninvited guests they decide that they need to start filming Jem’s first music video as soon as possible. Anthony says he’ll direct it, and the countess offers to fund the whole thing and fly everybody to Paris.

Kimber wanted to do the whole thing the very next day. But Jem being Jerrica is like, “Sounds great, but we need to actually record our album first.”

Now we cut to Starlight Mansion and the girls. Krissie says that Jem and The Holograms will be leaving in two days. Deirdre is pretty into the idea of Paris but Ashley sure isn’t. She’s pretty darn bitter about how everybody is talking so much about Jem.

Lela asks Ashley how much money she’s made for the Honor Jar (We’re almost done with this thing. So far I haven’t spelled it Honour Jar once.) and Ashley presents the $30 she got off of Stormer. But Lela explains the rules of the jar, you must say how you earned the money because the work is as important as the cash.

Ashley has a pretty understandable reaction. She’s new and feeling unwelcome. She’s been getting criticized a lot lately and reached her breaking point. Ashley throws the money to the floor and storms out.

Yeah she didn’t earn the money in a way that would be seen as “acceptable” but I feel like at this point Ashley feels like nothing she’ll do will be good enough for the people in this foster home. And who knows what her previous one was like. This could be something she’s been dealing with for years for all we know.

Time to watch Jem and The Holograms record their first album. The song playing is Twilight in Paris, I’ll say more about it after the actual music video.

Rio asks the band to tighten up the song and asks them if they can keep going. Jem tells him that they’ll keep at it until they nail the song.

Then we get an immediate comparison to The Misfits who are recording their album. Eric tells them to pick up the tempo, Stormer enthusiastically agrees to work at it. But Pizzazz and Roxy have very little interest in honing their craft.

Then Pizzazz complains to Eric that he’s not flying her group to a place like Paris. And Eric tells her that he can only embezzle so much money from Starlight Music before he owns it.

But he does fly Zipper to Paris in order to sabotage Jem’s music video.

After a quick pan over Paris we see Anthony going over the steps for the music video with Jem. Kimber gets jealous of Jem and storms off.

She starts heading towards Zipper and her first kidnapping of the show. But Rio catches her in time. And well

is pretty rough with Kimber.

Kimber’s frustrated and tells Rio to not play big brother with her. And then after a little fight she goes to tell Rio that Jem’s not so great because she’s actually Jerrica. Shana and Aja stop Kimber right in time.

Kimber points out that Rio has the right to know. And she’s right! And Shana agrees with her! But also points out that this is Jerrica’s love life so she should be the one to tell Rio.

After that scene Zipper looks up at the top of a skyscraper and sees the gargoyles and he hatches a plan.

I’m fond of the song Twilight in Paris. Not because it’s a great song. It’s really not, the music video is kinda neat. No. I’m fond of this song because the lyrics feel like Kimber was scrambling to think of stuff that has to do with Paris, and France in general. And I just love the mental image of that. Kimber scribbling in a notebook everything she knows about Paris and coming up with only four things, the Eiffel Tower, City of Lights, a location Jem sings that I can’t understand, and France being a romantic country. And that’s it. That’s all Kimber could come up with in a day. It’s wonderful.

After the music video we see Zipper’s plan in action. What is this plan?

Why crush Jem of course! Literally!

The gargoyle misses the mark though. Zipper is very good at his job.

Rio gives Jem a tight hug after her close call and she asks him to never let go.

Kimber’s not dumb and knows exactly who sent Zipper.

Time to get an update on the Ashley subplot. She runs away from home and to a bar frequented by the Misfits.

Stormer likes kids. I did a post about it. She sees Ashley at the bar, leans down to get closer to eye level and asks Ashley for her name, and if she’s in trouble.

Pizzazz leads Ashley into the bar and I highly doubt it’s because she likes kids. She probably just saw an opportunity to get at Jem. Or Jerrica. At this point she probably dislikes them equally.

Now we see the Misfits giving Ashley some life lessons. These lessons are the opposite of what Jerrica’s been teaching her girls. Be rude, be pushy, never thank people.

Back to the stars of the show, intended stars anyway, and they’re discussing things with Danielle. Kimber’s still jealous of Jem. I do like how Danielle calls Kimber “my petite.” It’s pretty cute. I think the countess likes Kimber.

After getting into the airport, whatever section this is, I’ve never been on a plane, Jem runs off to change. And we get our first instance of Rio’s pissiness. Aja reminds him that Jerrica is supposed to meet them at the airport and he blows past her to be all mopey. Jerrica’s disappointed that Rio took off.

Aja promises her that taking a look around town will cheer her up. However...

*laughs hysterically*

Oh, sorry. I just forgot how shitty this poster looks.

Um.

Okay, so while Jem and The Holograms were in Paris The Misfits were busy putting up posters advertising them. Or maybe Eric hired a bunch of people because Pizzazz and Roxy couldn’t be bothered. Either way, their faces are plastered all over town.

Song time! This is a pretty nice song complete with convenient hole for Pizzazz to climb out of. We see Jem and The Holograms along with some Starlight Girls running around town trying to hang up all their posters and just advertise their band in general. But they’re being sabotaged the entire time. And one of the saboteurs is Ashley.

Kimber sees this and she is not happy.

She confronts Eric in his office where he is writing directly onto his desk.

And Eric starts being creepy as hell! Stop it! Jesus. If Jerrica’s 18 then Kimber’s only 15.

Eric tries to butter up Kimber by saying that as the songwriter she deserves far more credit than she’s getting, that she should be star instead of Jem. And even offers to sign Kimber on without Jem. She doesn’t outright say no to the offer but she does leave.

Now to Starlight Mansion where we see Aja and Shana reading magazines, Kimber playing guitar, and Jerrica being bushed from all the work they’re been doing. Then the phones rings.

It’s Lindsey Pierce! She asks to speak to Jem and after filling her sisters in Jerrica speaks to Lindsey in the exact same tone of voice she normally speaks in and says, “This is Jem.” I can excuse Lindsey for not really caring because Jerrica is currently a nobody. But it’s just very funny.

Lindsey says that she only wants to interview Jem and she’ll do something with the Holograms at a later date. But when Jerrica tells Kimber that only Jem is invited to this interview Kimber yells and storms out declaring that she’s going to go solo.

Hey look, Kimber’s first cry of the show. Not counting the funeral. *adds this to the Kimber rarely cries around others pile* Don't worry I won't call attention to every time a character cries. I'm just putting these into my crying folder. That is a totally normal sentence I just typed.

After Aja and Shana try to comfort Jerrica she decided to make a phone call to Lindsey to insist that the entire band be on her show. And Lindsey doesn’t mind one bit.

With that mess sorted out it’s now time to sort out a different mess. Getting Kimber back. Jerrica knows her baby sister well and figures that Kimber’s driving aimlessly while listening to her favourite radio station. And heads there in the Starlight Express to ask the DJ to broadcast a message to Kimber. Jerrica figures she’d be too unknown to get any air time but Jem definitely would be allowed on the air.

They deliver their message and Kimber hears it and returns home saying that with no Jem there is no Holograms.

Rio pulls up and calls out to the group that they’ve got 15 minutes until air time. Jerrica tells her sisters to take the roadster while she rids with Rio in his van.

There’s a lot of vans in this show.

During the drive Rio tells Jerrica that he can’t be Jem’s manager anymore. That he’s afraid he’ll hurt Jerrica. And she insists that Rio keeps working for them because they all need him and he’s irreplaceable. Rio does give in because it does mean a lot to Jerrica that he stays a part of the team.

He did not appreciate Jerrica being pulled off to do more work for Jem, as shown by him shaking his head. Part of the problem probably was the fact that Jerrica got yanked out of their hug.

Live interview time! The Misfits see this and are not happy. They run out of whatever building they're in to put a stop to it.

So, before I started this episode summary I tried very hard to remember which Misfits song played in this episode. There’s a reason I couldn’t remember! There wasn’t one!

I like this song a lot. I find myself singing it on occasion. To be honest I generally prefer Misfits music and those are the songs that tend to get stuck in my head. But there are some Holograms ones I find myself humming and singing.

Boop.

What was I doing? Oh yeah, the interview!

At some point the Misfits picked Ashley up before arriving at the TV station. Last time we saw them they were hanging out in one of their houses. I think. It's unclear where they were.

Well, trying to get in with the Misfits name didn’t work so Pizzazz sent Ashley in. And Ashley distracts the guard by kicking him really hard in the shin.

Lindsey asks Jem and a really good question. Where did the name Jem and The Holograms come from?

I suppose an easy answer would be to say that it sounds cool and futuristic.

But before Jem can think of that explanation the interview gets interrupted by The Misfits. They’re their usual pushy selves and Jem stands up to them and insults them. Good for her! I like how this show isn’t afraid to have the protagonist be rude right back.

A quick tangent because my brain is funny. I listened to the Jem audiobooks a while back and was amazed by how completely rude Jem is in some of them. Not because she was being rude to Pizzazz, but because she was being rude to everybody. The show strikes a nice balance. Jerrica does get more patient with Pizzazz post-syndication but not a lot more patient, and in season 3 all that patience is gone. With good reason!

Back to the show, Lindsey sensing a brawl on her hands asks the station to cut to commercial. She informs the Misfits that she was planning to invite them onto the show for an interview too, but now she doesn’t want to.

The Misfits demand equal time and that they get to play a song so they take the instruments on stage. But Jem isn’t having any of this and pulls Aja’s guitar out of Stormer’s hands.

Lindsey’s had it. She asks the men on the set to escort these ladies off of the set.

And we get our first slap of show. Pizzazz tells Lindsey that her show isn’t classy enough for The Misfits.

Rio is one of the people dragging the Misfits away. He grabs Pizzazz and she makes an offer to Rio, that he should work for her. And Rio turns her down. So Pizzazz elbows Rio in the gut sending him careening off into some equipment which causes a domino effect putting Jem’s life at risk.

A fire breaks out and that is where the episode ends.

A lot of fire in this show.

And well, now you see what I mean when I say that Jem is a densely packed show. A lot happens in it. Part of why these first five episodes are like this is likely the nature of the original release of them. But wow, this is a lot to take in. Imagine being a kidling trying to keep up, watching the shorts once a week. What if you missed one? You’d be so lost!

The next one of these should get done a lot sooner than my current pace. I'd like to finish the opening five episodes before I finish writing that dreaded wedding I promised.

[absolutebloodychaos]

Ohh writing prompts 👀👀👀👀👀👀. Can we get Bojan and Kris and the mouse ears 👀👀👀🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹, it was so silly and cute and sweet. Krissie Mouse is so cute 💛💛💛💛💛

Thanks @j-restlessgeek heaps for the prompt, this was really fun to write and I hope you like it:)

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Mouse ears. Someone in the crowd had given Bojan mouse ears.

Well of course the next logical action would be to put them on Kris’ head, and when he did (if he needed to go on tiptoes to reach the taller man’s head then that was his business) Bojan had to congratulate himself on the sight he had just created.

Kris was not fazed by this action, he kept playing the chords of Dopamin with laser like focus as Bojan settled the accessory on his head, and Bojan couldn’t help but laugh at the sight of his bandmate seriously stony faced playing the song with fluffy mouse ears on top of his head.

The sight was for lack of a better word adorable, and Bojan was distracted for a good while just staring at his friend.

Now was not the time to indulge such un-heterosexual thoughts though, and there was still a song to finish so Bojan went back to doing what he did best, singing incredibly beautifully whilst badly repressing gay thoughts about his band-mates.

The gig went on, and other things happened to distract Bojan from thoughts of Kris, things like slapping a certain bassist and blindfolding the other guitarist in the middle of his solo.

Later though, when they made their way off the stage Bojan was met with all of the memories of seeing the other man’s outfit earlier, and all of the feelings it had risen in him.

Something about the sight had made him want to gather the taller guitarist up in his arms and never let the man go.

These thoughts were soon replaced with thoughts of merrymaking and revelry at the gig they had just completed, and didn’t return until a few days later.

They were in Vienna and would later be preparing for another show, but had decided to spend the earlier parts of the day dressing up and ingesting large amounts of sugar in honour of celebrating Halloween which they all didn’t want to miss out on.

They were going to have a small party in the biggest hotel room they had booked, and Bojan was busy getting ready for the festivities ahead.

He had decided on a simple but effective costume, donning some riding boots, a tight vest and equally fitting pants, and a ten-gallon hat, making quite a dashing cowboy if he might say so himself.

Feeling quite clever about his costume and ready to impress the others (maybe one specific other), Bojan knocked on the door of the party room and was ushered inside by some of the crew members who were already inside.

The room had been decked out in all sorts of decorations, with fake spider webs and skeletons hanging as far as the eye could see, everyone seemingly getting into the mood of the holiday.

Bojan soon gathered that he had probably arrived a bit early as none of his other band-mates were there yet, but they soon arrived throughout the next few minutes.

Nace and Jan arrived first funnily enough, it seemed that as soon as they started dating Jan’s terrible streak of getting places hours late suddenly ended, and they were dressed as Baby and Johnny from Dirty Dancing.

The flowy pink dress that Jan had on unsurprisingly suited him very well, and Bojan could see the way that the man was frequently distracted by the sight of Nace in a very tight fitting leather jacket and black pants.

Jure arrived next dressed as a mad scientist with fully teased hair and a smoking beaker which Bojan dearly hoped was just a prop.

It was strange to find everyone there except for Kris, and Bojan was about to start worrying when he saw the door open and was met with a sight which momentarily made him speechless.

Kris was posed in the doorway, body enveloped with an artfully draped but incredibly short black dress, waist circled by a pink ribbon, knee high boots, and with those goddamn mouse ears gently perched on the top of his head.

Bojan would have never thought that a Halloween costume of Karen from Mean Girls would be enough to make him hot and bothered whilst standing in the middle of what was practically a work party, but seeing Kris in that sinfully short silky fabric made certain parts of his brain short-circuit.

Bojan was rather suddenly pulled from his stupor as Kris moved from the doorway approaching him, and only then again realised who and where he was, and the reason why he was there.

Regaining his senses and putting on the best cowboy accent he could muster, Bojan greeted his tall friend and tried to keep his thoughts under control enough so as not to jump on the guitarist right then and there.

“Howdy there partner, what’s a fine person like you doin’ here,” he asked, trying to keep a straight face whilst badly flirting with the other man.

Kris however had no qualms however about breaking character and immediately burst into laughter the moment Bojan had finished talking.

He soon joined in and any umazane misli that were darting around his brain were soon relegated to the back of his thoughts as all energy was diverted to the party.

The party was fun, everyone got slightly jacked up on sugar, and dumb games and spooky music were played to excess as the hours went by, until it was time to pack up and get ready for the gig.

The band made the decision to keep their costumes on throughout the show, and if Bojan thought that he was distracted by Kris’ costume earlier, that combined with the other man’s stage presence was completely mesmerising.

His younger friend wasn’t just attractive, he was stunning, breathtaking, ethereal, and Bojan wouldn’t be surprised if everyone in a five kilometre radius could sense the longing radiating off of him.

Afterwards, if you had asked Bojan what had happened in the course of that concert he probably would not have been able to tell you any details that weren’t related to Kris as he had spent most of the show enraptured by his friend.

Once the show was over and all of the necessary things had been packed, they made their way back to the hotel, Bojan having found himself wrapped in Kris’ embrace, and the two men made their way up to their separate rooms.

Bojan had been pretending to be his character for the past hour, sporting a ridiculous southern accent and being incredibly chivalrous towards his friend, walking Kris to his door at the end of the night.

As much as he knew he should, Bojan couldn’t make himself leave, and if Kris left the door open behind him and he willingly followed then what of it.

If in the morning various pieces of furniture in the room were decorated with a cowboy hat, a pink ribbon, two pairs of heeled boots, a mess of silky fabric, and those goddamn mouse ears, then that was their business.

[krisssssssy]

Hey, I'm Krissy. I'm a writer, and I currently write fanfiction for FFXV. I'm obsessed with all things Final Fantasy, and I adore 6, 7, 8, 10, 10-2, 14, 15, and 16.

My main fixation is Ardyn from FFXV. I make a lot of dumb memes using tumblr text posts and pictures of Ardyn, who lives forever in my head.

Other fandoms I enjoy: Resident Evil, Star Wars, Doctor Who, Supernatural, Wheel of Time, Lord of the Rings, Obey Me!, JJK, and MHA.

Please mind the tags in my AO3 fics. Most of my fics include some elements of toxic/abusive relationships, kink, non-con, etc.

My Ongoing Fics:

Precarious Games - Ardyn Izunia/Reader - Explicit

You are a royal diplomat from Igdrothim, a region within the Niflheim Empire, sent to Gralea to gather information regarding the Emperor's strange behavior. You catch the eye of the newly appointed Chancellor Izunia, and are swept into his strange world of manipulation and intrigue. Despite his unsettling demeanor, you find yourself helplessly drawn to him - and will do whatever it takes to discover his many mysteries.

In the Shadow of the Six - God!Ardyn/Reader - Explicit/Non-Con - AU

You grew up on the pious, small Isle of Angelgard, where you worshiped the Six, and feared the mythical Adagium. After a bad storm, you find a new pathway among the caves, and discover Adagium may not be so mythical, after all…

The Light She Brings - Ardyn Izunia/Aera Mirus Fleuret - Mature - AU

Aera Mirus Fleuret has been promised to Somnus Lucis Caelum since before she was born. After Somnus ascends as Chosen King, Aera moves to the Citadel in Lucis to begin preparations to become Queen. Thrust into a life she does not want, she meets a stranger who reveals himself to be Adagium, the Shadowbringer, one of the Seven, and she begins to doubt the path laid out before her. This is a prequel story that belongs to the In the Shadow of the Six AU, though it can be read as a standalone fic.

Covenant of the Wicked - Ardyn Izunia/OC - Explicit

A fic set after the Fall, when Hanna Foxall, a hunter from Meldacio HQ, investigates her sister's disappearance, and becomes the target of a cult, left for dead outside Insomnia. She teams up with Ardyn, and they investigate, Hanna hoping to find her sister, Ardyn to ensure the Darkness is still his to control.

Completed Fics/One-Shots:

The Devil I Know - Ardyn Izunia/Reader - Explicit/Non-Con

You work as an assistant to a political advisor in Gralea. While working late one night, you bump into Chancellor Ardyn Izunia, who accuses you of being a spy, and you attempt to convince him of your innocence.

She Who Moves Heaven and Earth - Teen and Up - Ardyn Izunia/Aera Mirus Fleuret

Ardyn wakes after the events of Dawn of the Future, reunited with his beloved.

Other:

All of my work is posted to AO3, and you can find me at Krissssssy.

Thanks! I appreciate the support.