#like there is no middle ground GRRR

[klepto-krow]

peachy design :^] wanted to make her mushroom themed

got the new mario party recently and it is so so fun!!! i saw the rainbow galleria and almost cried i love art

[snekdood]

anyways the reason a lot of cis men move to the right is because they're isolated and outcasted when they come into leftist spaces for not knowing Every Possible Progressive Thing Under The Sun Immediately and now since they have no friends for being new to leftism they go to the right because its the only place welcoming them.

[jazzy-man13]

Hello! I like to ask/request, if you have time, could you do the TFP Decepticons and Autobots, of your choice, and with human Reader? Romantic/Platonic

Reader adopts twin sparklings or cybertronian babies, Girl and Boy Twins, and Reader doesn't know what species/race/alien the twins are, yet Reader's raising and loving the twins as their own. Same with the twins and their kinda Mama's kids (?), they're very attached, love, and also very protective of their human parent…

Then One day, they meet them, the Autobots/Decepticons, and that bot/con kinda like or act as parent figure, being co-parent to their adopted sparklings, and also having feelings for the Human reader.

Gn human reader with sparklings encountering TFP autobots/decepticons (pt1?)

Grrr tysm anon for the request, I had a lot of fun with this! I was gonna do hcs with several characters but I got carried away with a Bumblebee scenario- so um yeah here's that. I plan on doing a follow-up at some point with more characters (hcs) for this but I didn't want to keep you waiting any longer! Hope that's okay :))

Bumblebee-

You were out looking for more of the blue substance your twins fed on. It had been a couple days since you ran out, and the twins were getting restless. The girl, which you had named Goldrush, started gnawing on her brother, Darkage. Darkage didn't take to kindly to that, swatting her off of him with a surprised squeak.

You sigh. "What am I gonna do with you two?" You chuckled, waving the twins back over, not wanting them to wander off as they bickered. As you walked off the road and towards a cave that you hoped would have some more, you heard an explosion.

The ground shook, nearly knocking you off of your feet, before you saw a yellow car, followed by 3 purple cars, racing towards you at an incredible speed. With a yelp, you dive out of the way, the twins landing next to you in a pile. "You okay?" You ask, worridly turning to the twins. They nod, with Goldrush looking slightly agitated at Darkage for landing on her.

A dark shadow looms over you as you look up to see one of the purple cars, now having transformed into a tall bot, reaching down to grab you. With a frightened screech, you duck out of the way. The twins rush in front of you, standing only a few feet taller than you are, growling and snarling at the purple mech.

Before it has time to react, a yellow bot slams it in the side of its head, sending it flying out of your view. The yellow bot looks down, noticing you and the twins, and starts beeping as what you could only describe as confused.

You hesitate, not sure if it- he?- is hostile or not. He looks an awful lot like whatever your twins are, but way bigger. You figure he's probably a completely developed version of whatever species Darkage and Goldrush are. He reaches out to you, seemingly offering a hand to help you up. The twins growl at him nervously, waiting for you to make a move.

Unsure of the situation but not wanting to make the twins more anxious, you accept the yellow bot's hand.Once you're standing on your own two feet again, the twins calm down. The yellow bot transforms back into a car, opening the door as an invitation for you to get in. You figure that if he's the same species as Darkage and Goldrush, he'll probably have some of that blue junk you need. You shrug at the twins and get in the car as they latch onto the roof.

A short while later, you end up driving inside of a mountain in the middle of who knows where. "So, uh, where are we, anyways?" You ask, not really expecting a coherent answer from the bot that speaks in beeps. As expected, he beeps a few times before stopping inside of some giant base. He lets you out of the car, and the twins jump off as he transforms again.

"Bumblebee! You're back!" You hear a kid shout excitedly, before seeing a short boy run over. The boy quickly takes notice of you, as does a large white and orange mech. "Bumblebee, you brought another human here?!" They shout in unison. The mech sounding displeased- while the boy sounds thrilled.

"Uh. Hi?" You say nervously, glancing behind the boy to the large, and clearly annoyed, mech. "I-" The white bot pauses, looking behind you to the twins. "Are those... sparklings...?" He questions, looking at you with bewilderment and suspicion. The yellow bot, who you assume is named Bumblebee, now turns to look at you, as if he just realized the twins were there.

"I guess? I don't know." You shrug nonchalantly. "So... are you gonna introduce yourselves or just stare at me?" You questioned teasingly.

"The name's Ratchet, but-" Ratchet gets cut off by the young boy, who eagerly introduces himself. "I'm Rafael! You can just call me Raf- as you probably figured out by now, he's Bumblebee." Raf gestures behind him.

You smile brightly at him. "I'm (y/n), and these two are Darkage and Goldrush." You say, gently grabbing one of each of their hands and leading them closer. Ratchet tries to speak again, but Bumblebee cuts him off with more beeps. "Oh, Bee wants to know if they need energon," Raf tells you, looking at the twins.

"Energon?" You question.

"Yeah, the blue stuff that cybertronians eat." He replies.

"Blue stuff... OH! Yeah, we've been looking for some for a while now. They could really use it." You say, happy to know that you'll be able to feed the twins soon. "By the way, how can you understand Bumblebee?" You look at Raf quizzically. Raf explains to you how Bee communicates through noises while Bumblebee runs off to get some energon for your sparklings.

At this point, Ratchet has given up on trying to talk to you, and is now inspecting the twins for any injuries. Soon, Bumblebee runs back in with an energon cube in each hand. He kneels to the twins' level, and carefully hands one to each of them. Beeping sweetly, he coos at them, before noticing you and the others staring at him. Looking embarrassed, he turns to you and starts rambling about how cute they are.

With Raf's help, you're able to understand him, and the two of you start getting along remarkably well. He goes out of his way to spend time with you and the twins after missions, and he tries to teach the three of you some combat skills, to varying degrees of success.

The twins cling to Bee like glue whenever he's around, riding on his back or grabbing onto his legs, while Bee lets you rest on his shoulder. In Bumblebee's free time, he teaches you and the twins about Cybertron before the war.

As Darkage and Goldrush get older, bigger, and stronger, you and Bee are able to properly train them. With the twins starting to go on missions, Bee takes you out with him so you can supervise your sparklings.

To the cons' surprise and dismay, you and Bee make an incredible power couple/duo on the battlefield, in spite of your small size. The two of you are inseparable, and with your newfound family, you're just about ready to take on anything.

[musings-ofthe-unamused]

Obey Me Headcanons

Topic: First Kisses

Characters: Diavolo, Barbatos, Solomon, Simeon

Warnings: Barking (from me), making out, slightly spicy

Diavolo:

God this man is just fhdjskalhfjds

He would (very loudly) ask you out on a date in the middle of the hallway

Once you stutter out a “yes” he’ll give you a hug, tell you to meet him after school, and trot off

You’re freaking out at the thought of going out with this absolutely meal of a man…demon

You’re obviously very nervous as he takes you around town

Worry not, he will hold your hand and make sure you’re having fun 

At the end of the night, he takes you up on that one ridge that overlooks Devildom

“May I kiss you?”

When you say yes, he’ll cup your cheek and give you a kiss

May or may not turn into a makeout session

Barbatos:

Invites you over for tea (of course)

Its comfortable being in his presence

Despite your giant ass crush on him, you never find yourself nervous or embarrassed 

He tells you of the new tea cups he got and you two are looking at them on the shelf

You reach up to grab one, but it falls

When you go to catch it, your balance goes off kilter

Before you know it, the teacup is shattered on the ground

Barbatos has his tail wrapped around you and his hands are holding your waist. His face is inches from yours

“Sorry…uh…I’ll pay you back?”

He says nothing. Its starting to get awkward staring at him and being in this position

Barbatos leans forward and kisses you

It tastes like sugar and tea. It’s warm and calming

He pulls away

“It was expensive, so that was your first installment.”

WOOF WOOF GRRR BARK

Solomon:

I feel like he would get a bit jealous 

Here’s the scenario:

You’ve been dating Solomon for a short time. The furthest you’ve guys have gone is hand holding 

It’s lunchtime and you are eating with everyone (much to Solomon’s dismay)

Both Barbatos and Solomon brought food to share

Obviously everyone likes Barbatos’s and refuses to touch what Solomon made

When he sees you gushing about how tasty the food is, he gets insanely jealous

Just drags you away from everyone and ignores your protests

Its just the two of you now, and you’re backed against a wall

“Solomon! I was eating and talking to them.”

“I don’t care.” “What?”

He kisses you once then says “I’m going to kiss you until the only thing you can taste is me.”

Cue partially aggressive makeout time

The bell rings and he pulls away and smiles

“Hope that meal was sufficient enough.”

Simeon:

I go absolutely feral for author Simeon that needs writing “advice”

You’re chilling in his room while he writes

He’s obviously getting frustrated

After his 15th sigh, you finally ask what’s wrong

“I need to write a short romance story, but I just don’t know how to describe the kiss scene.”

You just smirk and say “Practice.”

“What do you mean?” “Practice on me.”

His face just explodes in a blush 

You walk over to him, straddle his lap, and sit

“Is this ok?” You ask 

He stutters out “I-I guess. But I really don’t have any experience.”

You smile and say “That’s why practice makes perfect.”

He definitely knows how to kiss now 

Simeon will ask you whenever he needs help with writing

[quartztwst]

💘ANON HERE

PLS SHOW UR OCS BACKSTORY,LORE LITTERALY ANYTHING

Oh also my friend hates Azul what do I do😭😭😭

YOU WILL FIGHT YOUR FRIEND GRRR HOW DARE THEY!!! 😡😡😡😡

And also omggg.. u wanna still see my ocs?? teehee *looks at the ground shyly and blushes*

Ok

LMAOO

UHHH THIS IS CEDRIC the blue Powerpuff girl

Cedric Étoile

NRC Past Dorm: Scarabia

Grade: 2nd year (Sophomore)

Class: [Unknown]

Birthday: February 17 (Aquarius)

Age: 17

Height: 176 cm

Dominant hand: Right

From: Land of Proxyene/City of Flowers

Club: [Unknown]

Favorite subject: [Unknown]

Likes: Helping others

Dislikes: Suspicious people

Favorite food: Coffee cake

Dislike food: Raw onions

Specialty: Fast learning

Family: Rene Pierre (younger stepbrother), Edmond Pierre (older stepbrother)

Cedric is the middle child of the siblings. His father and mother both died while he was young. He's quite kind and sweet. He really likes taking care of people since he was used to it when he was younger. It comforts him and lets him know he's useful. He has high patience unless he knows you're trouble. He's rarely angry, but he does get annoyed. He really cares about his brothers, and they often talk despite their mother disapproving it. From the outside, it looks like he's not thinking and just smiling, but he's quite a thinker. He ends up overthinking a bit and worries too much on things. He's also quite capable of many things like cleaning, cooking, studies, etc. He's very flexible and fast at learning.

This is Moiraaa

Dorm: Octavinelle

Grade: 2nd year (Sophomore)

Class: 2-A (N. 10)

Birthday: September 25 (Libra)

Age: ?

Height: 175 cm

Dominant hand: Left

From: Land of Proxyene

Club: None

Favorite subject: Astrology

Likes: Handmade things

Dislikes: Giving up

Favorite food: Pumpkin pie

Dislike food: Ravioli

Specialty: Making cute items like charms, necklaces, etc.

Moira is a fae but he doesn't really talk about his personal life. He's quite spacey and all over the place. His speech is gentle and he sometimes would say his words in a loooooooong way. Like, "ohhhhh, that's soooooooo coooooll.." He's good friends with Cedric and he's supportive of people's dreams and goals. He's also very generous and kind to everybody. He loves giving people handmade gifts. He believes they're more meaningful and heartfelt than gifts made out of magic. However, even though he acts naive, it's the complete opposite. He has lived for many years, and so he would speak some sort of wisdom and advice if you need it. He's also pretty good at magic.

--

UMMMM Cedric and the Pierre brother's backstory is quite long so I might make a separate post!!

[kaitoujokerscans]

Get Back Hachi’s Memories! CH9

<9> The Most Formidable Opponent

"Ngh...!" Joker swerved just in time to dodge the katana. Hachi's blade caught against Joker's cape and ripped a tear in it. At the same time, Hachi threw a shuriken which hit and burst Joker's Balloon Gum. Joker lost his balance and started to freefall. He spun around and landed in the middle of a forest. It was a dense forest thick with trees, located right in between the restaurant and cliff.

Cripes, Hachi, you're good...!

Joker carefully observed his surroundings, watching for anyone else. Moonlight streamed in through the leaves above. The wind was blowing, making the leaves rustle like the sound of waves. It set him strangely on edge, like he was facing off against an enemy.

"Hosshi!" In the direction that Hosshi yelped at, Hachi had just canceled his Ninja Art: Flying Squirrel technique and gently landed.

"Hachi..."

"......" Hachi stared intently at Joker. Not with his usual gaze. It was a gaze which conveyed intense emotion, full of bitterness as if he wanted to say something.

Hachi finally spoke. "Phantom Thief Joker, you deceived me..."

"Well, I..." Joker was at a loss for words. He couldn't say "it was because you forgot about me." Even if he said that, Hachi as he was now wouldn't have any emotional response. To him, Phantom Thief Joker was a despised enemy.

Joker replied with a smile on his face. "Yeah, I did! I'm a phantom thief. Deception comes with the profession."

"Grrr... that's unforgivable." Hachi bitterly glared at Joker.

Joker glanced toward the cliff. Hyakkimaru had the last container with Hachi's curry. Around now, he should've taken the Iga wonder herb off the boss and mixed it into the curry. If he could just get Hachi over there...

With this in mind, he'd decided to intentionally provoke Hachi and draw his attention.

"All right, come at me, Hachi! Not like you're a match for me anyhow!"

"Ghh... I won't know unless I try!" Hachi threw more shuriken. Swooshing through the air, multiple shuriken came flying. Hachi hadn't studied alongside Hyakkimaru for nothing. The shuriken were headed on a direct course for Joker.

"Hosshi!"

"Pseudocat, hide somewhere!" Joker hurled Hosshi into the bushes, then swiftly ran around dodging.

"You won't get away!" Hachi yelled, shooting more shuriken which curved in midair. The scattered shuriken came at Joker from all directions, cornering him from every angle.

"Nrgh, pretty good!" Joker inflated Balloon Gum and attempted to float high into the air. ...But a sharp needle flew toward it. The needle shot through the Balloon Gum, bursting the bubble with a loud pop.

"Whoa-whoa-whoa!" Joker fell and hit the ground back-first.

"I expected that you'd try to escape with Balloon Gum!"

"Gnh..." Of course, that's my Hachi. He knows all my methods of escape. "Then how about this!" Joker pulled cards out of his pocket and held them at the ready. If I can just blind Hachi with these...!

"Straight Flash!"

But when the cards flashed, for some reason, piercing light beamed into Joker's eyes. "Ngh...!" Joker was temporarily blinded and couldn't move. Just then, he felt something constrict around him, and he fell to the ground. Looking down, his arms and torso were tied up with rope.

"W-What just happened?" Joker looked up and saw Hachi towering above, holding a large mirror in front of his eyes.

"Heh hehn, I reflected the light from your Straight Flash. I told you. Whatever moves you make, I can anticipate them all."

"Rrgh..."

In that case, I'm just gonna have to use Image Gum and tough this out somehow...! Joker wiggled a bound hand into his pocket. But there wasn't any gum there.

"Is this what you're looking for?" asked Hachi, pulling out a small box. It was Joker's gum case. In case of emergencies, Joker had multiple hiding spots for gum across his body. Hachi knew most of those spots.

Tch, I'm in trouble... Joker mentally cursed. He definitely didn't want to admit it to Hachi, but he was one of the toughest opponents he'd ever faced. Hachi was always by Joker's side and knew his habits better than anyone. Not Spade, not Queen, not Shadow. As hard as it was to believe, Hachi was the most formidable of all.

"Now then, Phantom Thief Joker, prepare yourself." Hachi scowled at Joker from above.

"Ghh... what are you going to do to me?"

"That's obvious. Joker, you're going to..." Hachi started to say, but stopped in the middle of his sentence.

"?" Joker looked up to see Hachi tilting his head, confused about something. "What's wrong, Hachi?"

"Umm... Joker... Uh, what is it that I wanted to do to Joker...?" he thought out loud to himself. Hachi was at a loss.

He hated Joker, but now that he'd caught him, he didn't know what to do... Hachi was surprised by his own state of mind. From his behavior, Joker could guess that Hachi didn't know how to alleviate his own feelings of hate.

"Why have I been..." Hachi kept wondering.

Since Hachi's goal wasn't to hurt Joker, he wouldn't attack him any more. In which case, this was Joker's chance to act.

But...

The way to get rid of Hachi's hatred is...

I don't wanna do this, but it's the only option...!

Joker twisted himself around and cut the rope with a card hidden in his glove. He hopped to his feet, then jumped back to put some distance between himself and Hachi.

"Mrgh, Joker!"

"Hachi, one more match!" Joker held up his cards and glared at Hachi. "Emblem Fire!" Joker's thrown cards were enveloped in fire and zoomed toward Hachi.

"That won't work!" Without a moment's delay, Hachi pulled out a water gun and drenched the cards one after another with impeccable aim. The cards' flames were extinguished and they flopped to the ground.

"Nice going, Hachi!"

"I told you already, I know all your attacks!"

"Yeah! That's why you're such a great assistant!"

"I don't remember ever being your assistant!"

Then Joker inflated a bubble of Image Gum and created clones of himself. He slipped in among the gum clones and ran around the forest, but Hachi only chased after the real Joker.

"It's no use! I can tell which one the real Joker is!"

"Heh heh, you can?"

Just then, something appeared in the sky.

"All right!" Joker, after scurrying about, jumped up high. He shook Hachi off his tail and bounced from tree branch to tree branch, heading up toward the night sky.

"You're late, Hyakkimaru!" Up ahead, Hyakkimaru was coming from the other direction, soaring with his Ninja Art: Flying Squirrel.

"Apologies for the wait, Joker! This is the curry mixed with the herb!" Hyakkimaru tossed over the container of curry.

"Thanks! OK, let's do this!" Joker grabbed the container and descended to the ground. Below, Hachi was glaring up at him. "Emblem Fire!"

"I told you, that won't work!" Hachi pulled out the water gun again and fired at the cards. A stream of water shot out and extinguished the cards' flames.

"Heh heh, you're wide open!" In an instant, Joker dropped to the ground and wrapped around behind Hachi, putting him in a full nelson hold. He popped open the curry container and put it against Hachi's mouth.

"Open wide! It's your own curry!"

"N-No!" Hachi shut his mouth tight and kept it clamped.

"Grrrgh, you stupid blockhead! Just eat it already!"

"M mmhrmm m hrm... (I refuse to eat it!)"

"Egh... guess I gotta!" Joker said, then whispered something into Hachi's ear.

"Huh...?" Hachi's jaw automatically dropped open. And in that instant...

"All right!" Joker poured the curry into Hachi's mouth.

"!? Mmff mff mff...!"

"Go ahead, Hyakkimaru!" Joker shouted towards the sky, then tossed Hachi up with all his might.

"Waaahhh!"

"Understood! Here I come, Hachi! Koga Ninja Art: Memory Retrieval!" Hyakkimaru made hand seals from which light emitted. The light touched Hachi's head and surrounded him. Enveloped in soft light, Hachi gently closed his eyes.

"Mhmhmhmh... HYAH! The moment Hyakkimaru willed it, Hachi's body was hit with a shockwave and sprang up, then started to fall. On the ground, Joker caught Hachi's body.

"Hachi, are you okay?"

"Hosshi!" Hosshi came out of the bushes and bounded up to Hachi.

Looking at him, Hachi was in Joker's arms, snoring quietly. His expression was no different than when he napped in the living room. It was Hachi's usual sleeping face.

[alllinesarebeautiful]

Day 422 Art meditation,  August 18, 2024, “Dark Blue Green, Tree Ring Art”

Dear You, 

Some days I don’t feel like editing, I just want to get the post out. So …

Just a little Self-Love video, in ‘honor’ of my mother, who I am going to be visiting soon, because of her COMPLETE disapproval of my body. Grrr and love combined. I’m just going to do a little post of cleavage with my paper sculpture. I can’t tell you how grateful I am to the women out there who are encouraging physical realness. 

I just went through a 24 hour really deep trigger {related to rejection}, and it took me 24 hours to re-ground myself and I’m feeling a little bit feisty… Also because I know that I’m processing the fact that I’m going to be visiting all of these old {family} patterns, opinions and un-empowering stuff about Body …

Thank you Ego for trying to protect me WITH depression. But my Heart is stronger. 

I had another sleepless night having new creative ideas. It’s interesting that even though I have sleepless nights, my Heart still speaks to me enough to take notes in the middle of the night. I saw myself being fully blossomed. I turned all of this writing and art into humor and connection … 

And then I woke up into my usual emotionally flat state …

I know there is a Marble Jar rule out there to NOT be vulnerable unless someone has filled your jar with trusting actions, but I just believe that the distance between those books & TED talks and the people who really need to learn about shame, control, vulnerability, is too wide. I want to close the gap by making vulnerability and courage my public way of life. And let God and the Universe tell me someday what my purpose is…

I also just believe in Blossoming for no other point than to Blossom … If we all could, not just the dominant people …

It’s amazing to me that similar-bodied women out there are able to show way more skin than I am. I am so aware of all the old rules: If you want to be respected, keep your clothes on. If you DO show skin it means you have low self esteem, or are trying to get love or attention. 

If I stick with what is true for me, which is the whole point of living, then I get to say to my body, “I love you and am grateful for all the hard things we went through. Multiple gynecological surgeries, a large fibroid, endometriosis and the very difficult decision to remove my uterus knowing I still could have had my own baby. But the decision was to end all the monthly pain and bleeding. I am so grateful that the one time they already had me open, they found my appendix about to explode and removed that too. I am grateful for my health, other than the knee situation ...”

One of my favorite books is by Jean Shinoda Bolen, “Goddesses in Every Woman”.  Published in 1984, it still completely holds up. I’m so proud of myself that I bought it in 1991, when I discovered feminism at college. (I also love that Jean Shinoda Bolen is San Francisco based … :) jeanbolen.com/ 

Out of all the goddesses written about in this book, ‘Aphrodite’ (the Goddess of Love and Beauty, Creative Woman and Lover”)  is the one goddess who feels the most pointless to me … Beauty-worshiping has only created the empty void that is social media, new and creative ways to hate ourselves. The patriarchy has propped up physical female beauty as another thing to own, and decide about the details of what beauty is.  

And yet, I love this definition of Aphrodite: she is the “the alchemical goddess governing a woman's enjoyment of love and beauty, sexuality, and sensuality, impells women to fulfill both creative and procreative functions.”

If we remove the commercial aspect of what it is to be beautiful, and move into the creative and fulfilling parts, then Aphrodite speaks to me.

Women have so much depth that gets shadowed in a patriarchy, and the idea that each woman has these mythological goddesses inside each of us is so empowering. I hope we (everybody) can start blossoming in a matriarchal-women-heart-oriented way soon … 

Lots of love,

Anne ◎

Adding more Wall Mural Art!

[princesshillaryellaworld25]

Sick Kaity X Y/N-Chan Reader: First meet (Platonic friendship)

Warning:

No this isn't an oc x reader for love relationships. i don't ship Sick Kaity with Y/N-chan. they are friends in my au.

i still Ship Sick Chris with Sick Kaity

Blood

Foul language

Mentions of Bullying

Pov:

You're walking in the park, feeling the breeze of the wind, the birds chirping and the kids playing outside. There was nothing that can ruin this moment.

That was until someone screamed for help.

???: Help! Somebody, Help me!

You heard someone screaming for help, you checked to see where the screaming was coming from. There you saw a girl with tanned skin, dark teal messy long hair, a gray t-shirt and dark gray demin pants with a red cap picking on by your worse enemy.

Bully: Now give me your money before you get hurt!

???: I-I already told you! I have no money, please leave me alone!

Bully: Then i guess you're gonna get hurt!

You couldn't let the girl get hurt so you went to them and stepped in. You told your enemy to leave her alone.

You protected the girl while facing your arch-enemy. Your arch-enemy grinned at you.

Bully: Well Well Well, who you've thought Y/N-Chan would stand up to me. Just because you developed now doesn't mean you boosted your confidence. You're still a weakling from middle school.

You told him to leave the girl alone unless you wanna get hurt! Your arch-enemy just laughed at you, thinking you were joking.

Bully: Hahahaha! You must be joking that a weak person like you, would take on me?

???: Ma'am please don't do it, I don't wanna see you get hurt!

You told her that you'll be fine and you've been taking self-defense class so you know what you're doing. You told her to stand back so she wouldn't get hurt.

You put your fists up and got ready to fight.

Bully: Hehehe Get ready to lose again!

You told your arch-enemy that you wouldn't push it!

2 minutes later, Your arch enemy was on the ground, with a black eye and lots of scars on his face while you only had a few bruises on your face but still standing.

Bully: HOW IS THIS POSSIBLE, YOU'RE SUPPOSE TO BE ON THE GROUND, NOT ME!

Look how the tables have turned, the bully became the weak one while the victim became the strong one.

The girl was surprised that you were able to defeat the bully.

???: That...was...SO COOL!

You looked at the girl and smiled. You then turned to your arch-enemy and told him that if he put his hands on the girl or anybody else, you give him more than just a black eye and a couple of bruises.

Arch-enemy was frustrated that he lost to you, he got up and tries to hit you back but was too weak to do so.

Bully: Grrr fine! You win but mark my words, I'll get you back for this!

Arch-enemy ran away in defeat. Good riddance.

You turned to the girl and asked her if she's alright.

???: Y-Yes, I'm fine. Thanks for saving me, I would've known what would happen if you didn't come to my rescue.

You told her don't mention it and you're just doing your job, you then asked her for her name.

???: O-Oh right, sorry I haven't introduced myself eariler, I'm Sick Kaity.

You told her that's a beautiful name.

Sick Kaity: Aww thank you, what's your name by the way?

You told her your name.

Sick Kaity: Wow! That's a cool name!

You said thank you to her. You then asked her what was she doing in the park.

Sick Kaity: Oh I was going to see my friends Sick Pica and Drug Kaity but then that mean guy came out of nowhere and tried to rob me.

You felt bad that your arch-enemy had did that to her, and you apologized for it.

Sick Kaity: H-Hey, It's okay, It's not your fault! It was bound to happen.

You appreciated Sick Kaity for being reasonable.

Sick Kaity still saw the bruises on your face and felt bad, so she took out bandages from her purse.

Sick Kaity: Oh, your bruises! Don't worry I got bandages in my purse, Here let me patch you up. Bend down for me?

You bend down for Sick Kaity For her to patch up the bruises. You felt pleased and said thank you to her.

Sick Kaity: Your Welcome! i love to help out my friends!

You were surprised that she called you friend for the first time. You felt a tear in your eye.

Sick Kaity: O-Oh no! I didn't mean to upset you!

You told her that you were crying because she upset you, you were crying because you called her friend like you're her first friend.

Sick Kaity: So you don't have any friends?

You told her no, you told her the reason why you didn't have any friends growing up, you always alone and always the quiet type. You were afraid to get picked on again, so you stayed away from people and be by yourself all the time.

Sick Kaity felt bad.

Sick Kaity: Oh my god, it must've been hard for you, actually i can relate to your problem, *sigh*.

You asked her if you want to talk about it. Sick Kaity sighed and was ready to tell you.

Sick Kaity: W-Well I used to get bullied because of my looks, it started during preschool, ever since then I was very insecure about it and I tried to change myself until my friends and family told me that I'm beautiful just the way i am.

You gave Sick Kaity a hug and told her that You're Sorry that she had to through that.

Sick Kaity: It's okay, besides it was 10 years ago. So i'm over it now.

You breath of relief that it's fine but you're still worried about her. You asked her if she wants to go someplace to eat.

Sick Kaity: Sure, i would love to.

You and Sick Kaity went to a cafe and talked a little bit. Then you two became first.

It was a start of a friendship.

[baxndaid]

umm soo genshin boys in a basketball game ... what would they do if they saw s/o 🤨😆

#BASKETBALLERA

characters ; CHILDE, DILUC, KAEYA, ITTO, CHONGYUN, XINGQIU, KAZUHA, ZHONGLI, ALBEDO, SCARAMOUCHE, XIAO, AYATO, THOMA, VENTI, RAZOR, BENNET, GOROU (x reader)

prompt ; genshit boys at a basketball game (oh no)

notes/warnings ; crack fic ngl, swearing, emojis, and tumblr's new writing system is so annoying and for what...

‵ actually plays

actually plays yknow... like normally (boring mf) but they come out all sweaty ARF😫

DILUC, CHILDE

♡

‵ loser who insists on sitting out with you

he just doesnt want to play🥺🥺😇 so he just sits with you in the benches and leans on your shoulder, talking smack abt the other players and how shit they are even tho he. isnt playing⁉⁉🙄 stfu

XIAO, CHONGYUN, AYATO, XINGQIU

♡

‵ just stands in the middle of the court starting at you

creepy mf...DO SOMETHING 👹⁉⁉⁉ poor guy, he doesnt know tf to do 😢😭 so he just smiles and mouths things to you as his team pushes him around the court,,(his team probably hates him for doing nothing tbh‼‼😫)

ZHONGLI, XINGQIU

♡

‵ very competitive, probably beats the shit out of people with the basketball to impress you 🙄👎

brutal. hes the type of guy TO LITERALLY NEVER PASS THE BALL🤬👹‼‼ and if anybody even goes NEAR it he shoves them onto the hard ground... (sore loser too...🤮) he probably does that cringe thing where, whenever he scores, he points at you from the audience, like.. idk who you are 😨🤣 embarrassing

CHILDE, ITTO, SCARAMOUCHE, KAEYA

♡

‵ gets hit in the head with the ball bc he was too busy waving at you

loser‼‼ if u don't win this game don't come home 🤣🤝 (serious) u too pure or whateva ☹🙄 stop waving so u dont get brain damage !!! poor bastard, u gotta kiss him better or he'll whine for the rest of the day abt his "life threatening" injuries

VENTI, BENNET, THOMA, ITTO

♡

‵ comes up with a whole strategy to show you (but they lose anyway)

mf just sitting there??? doing some algebra and drawing all the positions on a whiteboard like bro... get the ball in the hoop its SIMPLE!!!! he probably sits you down and explains his 2 hour long strategy and by the time hes finished, the game is over 😭🤝 kazuha would probably use his vision to push the ball in the hoop without anybody noticing... like u aint slick 🙄👩‍✈️

ALBEDO, KAZUHA

♡

‵ goes feral

u might need a rabies shot after this one bae 😨🤨 just goes BARK BAKR WOOF GRRR yknow... 🤨 pet him after pls, he deserves it after biting somebody who took the ball from him😇

RAZOR, GOROU

NAVIGATION ♡

[mcx7demonbros]

The Godson They Had Forgotten

Ft. Angelo (child!MC): mentioned, not appearing, the Demon Brothers (except Belphegor), Diavolo and Barbatos

C/W: none

No proofread btw

Inside Lucifer’s study, the eldest and the Crown Prince of Devildom was discussing on choosing the second human exchange student, after Solomon.

“Alright, time for a break. I’m going to open the window.” Lucifer stood up from the couch and went towards the big window.

“Do be careful, it’s very windy out-

Before Diavolo could finish saying the last word, a gust of wind had come in and blown all the paperworks to the ground, scattered them all over the room.

“I intended to tell you it was very windy outside, bit it appears I was too late.” Diavolo sighed. “Let me help you collect the paperworks.”

“No, it’s alright. I will start with the one nearest to me.” Lucifer said and picked up the file nearest to him, reading the name as he went.

“Hm, so many abbreviations for the middle names, but alright, let’s choose this one for the exchange program.”

“Let me see…Angelo…alright, let’s choose him.”

“You do know that I chose him by pure coincidence, and you don’t even read the file.”

“There’s no need. Also, nothing is coincidence, it must have been fate that his file fell right at your feet.”

“…”

“Right, you said something about numerous middle names, right? Let’s me see.”

“*sigh* suit yourself.”

“…Lucifer, you haven’t read what the abbreviations for Angelo’s middle names mean, right?”

“No, I haven’t.”

“L. M. L. S. A. B. B. They mean Lucifer Mammon Leviathan Satan Asmodeus Beelzebub Belphegor.”

“Please stop joking around, Diavolo.”

“I’m not joking. See for yourself, the file says you and your brothers are godfathers of this human boy.”

Lucifer’s eyes widened, he yanked the file from Diavolo’s hand and began to read it carefully.

“Lucifer Mammon Leviathan Satan Asmodeus Beelzebub Belphegor…I don’t remember agreeing to take a godchild. Also, isn’t godparent something belongs to those Christians?”

Suddenly, the door opened and Barbatos entered the room.

“I brought some tea-, oiya, it looks like something is troubling your mind, Lucifer.”

Diavolo then explained everything to Barbatos.

“I see. Then, Lucifer, do you remember agreeing to some people to let them name their son after you?”

Lucifer began to ponder, “Let some people name their son after me…!!!”

“It looks like you already remembered something.” Barbatos said with a smile.

“Yeah, 12 years ago, two cultists summoned me and asked me to take their son under my wings and to let them name their son after me. I agreed with the condition that I could take everything back the moment I found “this namesake” unsatisfactory.”

“Then everything is clear. According to a tradition, a godchild is named after their godparent. Not all Christians follow this tradition, but it seemed that two cultists who summoned you followed this tradition.”

“Grrr…they dared to trick me…those cultists said the boy would be my servant, not a godson.”

“You didn’t hear from those cultists again? Because it seems to me you completely forgot the boy.”

“No, I never heard anything from them again. And I have completely forgotten…And it seems that my brothers were also tricked by them. This won’t do, I have to talk to them.”

“What do you say!? I have a godson?”

“But what I was promised by the couple was a servant to do my biddin’.”

“Me too. I was promised a servant to bring anime and manga newly-released in human world to me. Damn those two normies.”

“I was promised a personal chef though.”

“I have a question. If he were our namesake, shouldn’t his first name be one of ours?” Satan asked with a frown on his forehead, he was pissed by the fact that he was tricked, no less than his brothers.

“Originally, the boy’s first name was supposed to be mine. But the Church discovered the boy, at that time, nearly killed by Belphie-

“Belphie?”

“Yes, Belphie tried to kill the boy, but the Church managed to save him. They declared the contracts between the couple and us invalid, changing the boy’s first name to Angelo. Celestial Realm agreed with the judgement of the Church. The Devildom’s Bureaucrat, I don’t know how they knew about the contracts, was against the decision, but they decided not to go hard on it. They wrote our names as the boy’s middle names and moved on, without contacting us, not even Diavolo knew about this until today.”

“But that doesn’t change anythin’, right? The boy’s still our ser-, I mean, he belongs to us. We just whisk him to Devildom and let him take part in the exchange program for a year.”

“It’s not that simple, Mammon. The boy’s adopted father was a prominent cardinal, a leading exorcist who banished Belphegor back to hell with just a command.”

“Wait, “was”? Is he dead or…don’t tell me…”

“Yes, five years ago, that Cardinal was elected Pope. He’s currently the Supreme Pontiff of the Catholic Church, the Vicar and representative of our Father. The boy thus became the Pope’s son. But the public doesn’t know his identity, it’s a secret that only about a few people know.”

Lucifer’s brothers were speechless. Just what kind of plot is this. The Seven Rulers of Hell were all tricked into taking a godson, then the godson became the Pope’s adopted son. Then a coincidence brings the boy to Devildom.

“One more thing, because the boy’s our godson. We can’t just open a portal and whisk him to Devildom. One of us has to go and bring the boy here.”

Angelo’s info and masterlist

Obey Me Masterlist

[realcube]

how haikyuu!! characters confess to you on valentine’s day💘

characters: kyōtani, tsukishima, sugawara & akaashi 

tw// none 

kentarō kyōtani

♡ writes you letter and puts you it in your locker 🥺

♡ but you catch him in the act FDGHJGFD

♡ he memorised that you usually arrive at school at around half passed eight so he made it a point to get to school extra early so nobody would see him

♡ but little did he know, you had the exact same plan in mind 🤦‍♂️

♡ so when you walked into school and noticed kyōtani aggressively pounding on your locked bc his chucky letter wouldn’t fit through the slot, you both froze in your tracks

♡ he realised how shady it looked that he was trying to get into your locker — plus, he was aware that he already had the appearance and the reputation of a delinquent, so he immediately thought that you would assume he was trying to rob your locker

♡ but in reality, not even for a second did you think that he was trying to steal anything

♡ but either way, mans took off 🏃‍♂️

♡ cut to you chasing him through the hallways, yelling for him to come back so you could confess to him

♡ but he thought you were chasing him bc you were angry 

♡ eventually he reached a dead-end so he had no choice but to face your wrath

♡ so imagine his surprise when - instead of screaming at him - you handed him a box of chocolates in a heart-shaped box, with a little sticky note on top with ‘be my valentine?’ written on it

♡ he was speechless so he just kinda looked up and stared at you with a blank expression

♡ ‘i know it’s cheesy but it was the best i could come up with.’ you stuttered, desperately trying to break the awkward silence kyōtani had left you in

♡ he was finally able to process what you had just given him and subtly shoved his love letter into his pocket now that you had confessed to him, ‘uh, thanks, i guess.’ 

♡ your lips instinctively fell into a frown, assuming that was a ‘no’. but to hide your disappointment, you forced a smile back on before turning your heels and hastily rushing away - planning to go cry in the bathroom now ✌ ‘okay, erm, bye, kyōtnani!’

♡ kyōtani’s eyes widened at how shaky your voice was all of a sudden and why you seemed to desperate to get away from him. had he said something to upset you?

♡ ‘uh, bye. meet me by the gates after school today.’

♡ you paused in your tracks, almost tripping over by doing so, ‘why?’ you choked, peering over you shoulder to look at him with hopeful, wide-eyes which caught him off-guard

♡ like jesus christ you looked cute-

♡ he felt his cheeks heat up at the sight so he quickly turned his head to the side and barked, ‘don’t be an idiot! obviously i’m gonna take you to the shop and buy you some chocolates - it’s only fair.’

♡ ‘like..a date?!’ you squealed, twirling around and clasping your hands together in delight 

♡ ‘no.’

♡‘oh-’

♡ ‘i’ll take you on a date in the park afterwards.’  

♡ you bounced excitedly, unable to resist the urge to throw yourself into his arms and hold him in a tight embrace, ‘i can’t wait!’ 

♡ kyōtani let out a light sigh of relief as he felt your chest press tightly against his own, ‘yeah, same’

♡ although he didn’t sound too enthusiastic, he showed that he was looking forward to the date by skipping practise so you didn’t have to wait for him :))

kei tsukishima 

♡ he does not ask you to be his valentine’s at the start of the day

♡ he just waits - not so patiently - for you to ask him 

♡ but you didn’t >:(

♡ he was livid

♡ oh and during lunch you got him so hopeful bc you were like ‘oh, tsukki! i almost forgot. i’ve got something for you!’

♡ and he was like 90% sure it was a box of chocolates to accompany your confession but it was hIS FKN CHARGER THAT HE ACCIDENTALLY LEFT AT YOUR HOUSE A FEW DAYS AGO AAAAAA

♡ grrr so since the whole day passed and you didn’t confess to him, he figured that he had to do everything himself 🙄

♡ last period, he texted you, asking for you to meet him at his house after your club

♡ (he wanted to confess in a location where there was no one around to make fun of him if he got rejected and if he was accepted, then he could take you on a date to the café near his house) 

♡ so begrudgingly, you did - but after your club 

♡ and you were under the impression that he went to volleyball club that day so he wouldn’t have to wait by his house for too long but rather, he skipped that day so he could first pop to the shops to buy a bouquet 

♡ when you arrived at his house, you were greeted by him holding at bouquet of flowers and forcefully shaking them, indicating that he wanted you to take them

♡ ‘what are these for, tsukki?’ you hummed, grasping the stems of the flowers and slowly pulling them towards you, taking a long whiff of their sweet scent

♡ tsukishima looked away shyly, unable to make eye-contact with you without blushing. damn, this was harder than he thought. 

♡ ‘for valentine’s day, duh.’ 

♡ you smirked, hugging the bouquet to your chest as you gazed up at him longingly, ‘so are you asking me to be your valentine or are these sympathy flowers?’ 

♡ tsukishima rolled his eyes, ‘asking you to be my valentine. but you’re so oblivious, i’m starting to regret it now.’

♡ that was a lie

♡ tsukishima mentally scolded himself; he was literally trying to get you to go out with him? why was he insulting you?

♡ ‘well, i’d love to be your valentine, kei.’ you cooed, your arms full with the flowers so instead of hugging him, you pressed your face in his chest and steadily, his large hand found it‘s way to your back, rubbing up and down your spine

♡ although on the outside he acted all nonchalant about it, on the inside he was setting off fireworks and celebrating 

♡ there was a long while of silence between the two of you, until he broke it by inquiring, ‘wanna go get something to eat?’ 

♡ ‘yessss!’

kōshi sugawara

♡ probably planned for weeks beforehand

♡ makin sure he was extra fanon suga around you 

♡ so when valentine’s day rolls around, he gives you a box of homemade cookies with barely any explanation 

♡ then you noticed a lil’ sticky note on it, telling you to meet him at his house at 7PM 

♡ you acted accordingly and once you arrived at his house, you were greeted by more homemade cookies and sugawara in a tuxedo 

♡ ofc he led you to his back garden, gesturing for you to take a seat at the table he had set out under his small gazebo 

♡ the table was all set for a hot date; which you could tell by the pale tablecloth, expensive-looking ivory plates, sparkling clean cutlery and the cherry on top was the candle he had lit which sat in the middle of the table 

♡ then he came out with cloche, rushing up to you before lifting the lid - and once the clouds of steam subsided, you realised it was your favourite food- 

♡ ‘you’re so extra, kōshi.’ you whined, hiding your blushing face with your hands 

♡ he chuckled at your flustered reaction, taking a seat on the chair across from you only to lean across the table slightly to get a better view of you, ‘i just wanted this to be perfect for you, (y/n).’ he shrugged, not sure whether to take your statement as a compliment or insult

♡ ‘it is. thank you!’ you finally removed your hands from your face for him to see your grateful expression

♡ UHGFFKUJ HIS HEART 🥺

♡ anyway, he probably makes a big deal out of feeding you the first few bites of your food bc he thought it’d be romantic but he accidently dropped some on your school bottoms smh 

♡ also, at some point in the night, he makes sure to do that thing where he leans across the table and eyes your lips while wiping some food off the corner of them 

♡ oh and knuckle kisses 🥰

♡ he genuinely didn’t want the night to end so his heart sunk when he had to escort you back to your house

♡ but at least he got to hold your hand :))

♡ you were both staring up at the gorgeous night sky that was decorated by stars in comfortable silence, until sugawara realised something, ‘oh, i didn’t even ask you to be my valentine- my bad!’

♡ before you could coo an ‘it’s okay’, suga had already skipped in front of you and fell to one knee, taking you hand in his own and bringing it to his lips

♡ ‘kōshi’ you squealed, trying to cover your face with your spare hand - your heart skipped a beat at how similar sugawara’s actions were to a proposal 

♡ suga thought you were so cute when you were shy aaaa (❤´艸｀❤)

♡ ‘(y/n), will you do me the honour of being my valentine?’

♡ ‘you’re such a prince!’ you gasped upon making a connection between sugawara’s signature beam and that of a charming prince from movies

♡ suga faltered at how off-topic your comment was, ‘thank you- but is that a no?’

♡ your eyes widened, rapidly shaking your head and dropping to your knees to place a lil’ peck on his forehead, ‘nonono! it’s a yes!’

♡ suga couldn’t help but snort at your adorable actions, mimicking them and pecking the tip of your nose

keiji akaashi 

♡ definitely a secret admirer thing leading up to valentine’s day

♡ he’s been leaving notes in your locker for months tho

♡ he just loved seeing the wide grin spread across your face while you read the letter he wrote  

♡ then he realised that valentine’s day was approaching so that gave him an excuse to confess 

♡ one day he somehow mustered up the courage to write ‘meet me by the forest at 5′ on it and as soon as he slipped it into your locker, he was panicking

♡ like he was so anxious; the biggest fear on his mind being that, what if you didn’t like him?

♡ he was even considering not showing up bc he was too nervous

♡ but the last thing he wanted to do was ghost you and potentially hurt your feelings so he turned up 

♡ when you saw him, he was acting so odd - hardly even acknowledging your presence -  that you weren’t sure if he was the one writing the letters or if it’s just a coincidence 

♡ ‘hi..’ he finally murmured, gently tapping your shoulder to grab your attention

♡ you smiled, clutching the letter to your chest as you twitched with excitement, ‘hi! are you, erm..the person who’s been writing these letters?’

♡ akaashi nodded, keeping his gaze glued to the ground while awkwardly fidgeting with his fingers

♡ ‘oh- well, they’re so beautiful! you have such a way with words and you make my day ten times brighter. thank you so much, akaashi.’

♡ he perked up upon hearing you say his name, he didn’t think you knew it-

♡ i mean, yeah, you were in the same biology and maths class but in the past, you’ve never even spared him a glance

♡ ‘it’s no problem. and seeing you smile makes my day brighter so..’ akaashi instantly cringed at how stalkerish and pathetic that must’ve sounded 

♡ so needless to say, he was pleasantly surprised when you simply giggled in response, ‘you’re sweet- anyway, i was wondering you’d like to come with me to get tea or someth--’

♡‘sure.’ he was sold at ‘tea’. 

@the-astrumnauta @scftfairyking​ 

[danurso]

The Goddess and the Minotaur AU

*A group of four adventurers wander on a labyrinth inside of a empty island in the middle of nowhere, in search of an extremely valuable treasure for their leader *

Sky: are you sure it's here?

Russel: yeah, we've been looking around this damn labyrinth for hours.

Dove: also, i think we're lost, and if the rumors about that monster are real, we shouldn't stay here for much more.

Cardin: you're all just a bunch of lazy cowards, we spent too much time to find this place and I refuse to leave without getting to the center of it first.

Russel: for what!? Just so you can get a hot wife!?

Cardin: haven't you heard the stories you idiot!? This isn't just any woman we've seen before, we're talking about one of the three goddesses of beauty, who got trapped in this labyrinth and is being held hostage by a terrible minotaur.

Sky: we know these stories already, but they're so old that this "goddess" is probably an old hag at this point.

Cardin: i doubt it, they say she never ages so she's always at her peak.

Dove: which makes sense if she's the goddess of beauty.

Russel: i still don't think that's worth the effort though just to find a wife.

Cardin: I'm the future heir of the winchester house! And if i'm going to have a wife, i'll accept nothing less than a goddess to marry me!

Sky: *deadpans* that if she even accepts to marry you.

Cardin: don't worry about that, after I save her from the beast of the labyrinth, she'll surely fall for me, and even if she doesn't. . .well *grins* let's just say that there are other methods i can use to persuade her.

Dove: damn man, that's dark even for you.

Cardin: i'm not paying you guys to judge me, i'm paying you to help me.

Dove: *sighs* okay, fine.

Cardin: good. Anyone else has anything to add?

Russel: nothing, except that we should've left already.

Cardin: we're not leaving until I find my wife!

Russel: just marry someone else! I doubt this goddess is so beautiful to the point of risking our-

Russel's speech comes to a halt when the group arrives at a large open garden, covered with grass, some trees and a small lake in the middle. But it wasn't the sight of the garden that robbed them from their ability to speak, instead what did so was a beautiful girl with long white hair, icy blue eyes wearing a pure white dress and standing next to the lake.

CRDL: *completely speechless*

Weiss: . . .huh? What a surprise, it's been a few years since I've last seen a human face.

Russel: . . .is. . .is she the. . .

Dove: goddess? i don't know, but i've never seen anyone so beautiful before.

Sky: *nods, eyes still glued on her*

Weiss: Tell me, what is your business here? do so and leave at once.

Cardin: *approaching her* goddess of beauty, i am cardin winchester, son of frank and katherine winchester from the winchester house. *kneels, taking her hand* and i came here to ask for your hand in marriage. *tries to kiss her hand*

Weiss: *pulls her hand back* so that is what you're here for? *sighs* Why am I not surprised? I'm sorry but i must refuse your proposal.

Cardin: w-what!? *gets up* you can't do this to me!

Weiss: why not? I clearly already did.

Cardin: I am from the winchester house! One of the most powerful and influential families of vale!

Weiss: i could not care any less for that. You are just another tiny man who thinks you are powerful just because people know your name and your family has a decent amount of treasury.

Cardin: *clenches jaw*

Weiss: You are nothing but an entitled human that thinks just because you were born in a high social status the world has to bend on its knees for you. I would never even entertain the thought of marrying someone like you.

Cardin: SHUT UP! *draws his mace* YOU'RE COMING WITH ME! AND YOU ARE GOING TO LEARN SOME MANNERS AS WELL! OR ELSE I'LL SMASH THIS PRETTY FACE OF YOURS!!

Weiss: Oh? So you're going to force me to come with you?

Cardin: YES!!!

Weiss: . . .farewell then, shall we go?

Sky: wait, what?

Dove: so. . .you're just going to come with us like that?

Weiss: yes, i'm an unarmed girl against four armed men, and despite being a goddess i'm not an avid fighter like my older sister, therefore any resistance that i tried to put up would be futile.

Cardin: good thing you know that, at least you're not only looks but you have some brains as well.

Weiss: unfortunately though, i don't think he's going to like the idea of me leaving.

Cardin: he? Who are you talking- *feels a tap on his shoulder* what is it!?

When Cardin looked to the side to see who tapped him, he saw his three men looking behind him, they all were completely pale and wore terrified expressions. When he himself turned around, all the color in his body vanished and was replaced by the same pale tone of his comrades, they all stood still staring at the nine feet tall creature standing behind them with a huge white sword in hand. It had a human body with several scars and with only a red tattered cloth covering his lower half, but his face looked like it was made of metal, and it was surrounded by a long golden mane with a pair of horns coming out of it.

???: uhr. . .

Cardin: w-what the. . .

Sky: *eyes wide* this is-

Dove: no way. . .

Russel: MINOTAUR!!!!

Weiss: oh gods, you shouldn't have said that.

Cardin: *looks back to her* what!?

???: RRRHAAAAAARHH!!!! *swings his sword at them, hitting the ground and making a crater and making the group fly away*

CRDL: AAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!

Weiss: *sighs* you had to call him like that didn't you? He hates being called by that name.

???: *charging at cardin and swinging his sword again* RRHAAARH!!!!

Cardin: *barely dodges* what the hell!? How strong is this thing!?

???: GRRR. . .

Cardin: *getting up* goddammit, hey! Come help-

_RDL: *already running away*

Cardin: HEY!!! COME BACK HERE YOU COWARDS!!!

???: RRHHAAAAAARH!!!! *swings his sword again, this time hitting cardin and sending him to the other side of the garden*

Cardin: GHAACK!! goddammit. . .we're not over yet!

???: RRHAAARHH!!!! *charging at him again*

Cardin: shit! *runs away*

???: RRAAAARH!!! *chases after*

Weiss: *sighs*

*a few minutes later*

Weiss: *sitting near the lake*

???: *walks into the garden and sits in front of weiss*

Weiss: so, are they gone?

???: un *nods*

Weiss: will we ever have to deal with them again?

???: uh *shakes head*

Weiss: good.

???: . . . .

Weiss: . . .so?

???: *tilts head to the side* ?

Weiss: for how long do you intend to keep the mask on? You know i don't like it.

???: ah. . .sorry.

He reaches out for the metal mask, taking it off and revealing his human face. Well, human if you ignore the black sclera around the red iris of his eyes. Weiss noticed the down look on his face when he took the mask off, and she had a pretty good idea of why that was.

Weiss: what's wrong?

???: . . .

Weiss: Is it because they called you by that name

???: *nods* me is monster.

Weiss: *sighs* what is you name?

???: me. . .? 

Weiss: yes, of course it's you. Is there anyone else here for me to be talking to?

???: my name. . .jaune.

Weiss: Yes, and what are you jaune?

Jaune: me. . .is weiss guardian.

Weiss: correct, you are my guardian, my protector. Now tell me, what does a monster do?

Jaune: monster. . .destroys, and hurts.

Weiss: and what did you do when those people tried to hurt me.

Jaune: me protected weiss.

Weiss: exactly, you are my protector, not a monster. Understood?

Jaune: *with a smile, nods* un!

Weiss: good. so? What were you doing earlier when those guys showed up? *deadpans* just please don't tell me you were going after butterflies again.

Jaune: *happily nods* un!

Weiss: *facepalms* of course you were.

Jaune: oh! Me remember something! *gets up, running into one of the pathways of the labyrinth*

Weiss: ?

Jaune: *comes back with an excited smile and a big circle of flowers in hands* Here! Here!

Weiss: what is this?

Jaune: *puts on his head* flower crown!

Weiss: oh, you made it?

Jaune: *nods* un! Spring started. . .pretty flowers grow. . .me made crown for weiss. *hands it to weiss*

Weiss: well, as much as I appreciate the gesture, I think it's too big for my head.

Jaune: oh. . . *bummed*

Weiss: don't worry. *puts around her neck* see? It's still a pretty flower necklace.

Jaune: *back to the happy mood*

Weiss: what about you? Where is your crown?

Jaune: me only made for weiss.

Weiss: Do you want to make some more for us?

Jaune: *nods excited* un! un!

Weiss: good. Let's go then.

Jaune: *gets up and picks weiss up, sitting her on his shoulder and skipping away*

Weiss: hey! Don't skip, It shakes too much.

Jaune: un! *nods and stops skipping*

Weiss: better. . .and jaune?

Jaune: uh?

Weiss: *plants a kiss on his cheek* Thank you for protecting me.

Jaune: *with a small blush and a huge smile* me will always protect weiss!

Weiss: *with a small smile of her own* Of course, I'm sure you will. Now let's get those flowers.

Jaune: un! *nods and starts to skip*

Weiss: And no skipping!

Jaune: un!

[screamingatanemptyroom]

Please Fix the Story pt 2 - Zombie Apocalypse

Hey everyone, here is a continuation to the the fix it fic Reverse harem short story I posted a few days ago! 

Part one linked here. 

(FYI although it is a different world, the main character as well as Liam are the same people. As stated at the end of the first part, Liam cannot bring along any memories from prior worlds) 

Enjoy!

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GRRRR!

I looked around at my surroundings as I arrived in the new world, trying to catch my bearings.

Broken down buildings, abandoned cars, no people around and zombies about to attack… yep, definitely a post-apocalyptic setting.

I was in the middle of a city road, surrounded on all sides by tall, buildings with shattered windows, exposed beams and hanging wires. The hairs on the back of my neck stood up as I felt the unsettling atmosphere slowly settle over me. There was a strange silence to the world, the absence of people talking, cars honking, electronics beeping. There was just the wind, my breathing and silence…

GRRR.

…and the growls of the twenty or so zombies slowly approaching me.

I climbed up on an abandoned car, trying to catch my bearings. The movement tore at the four or five wounds that were scattered over my body, forcing out a groan of pain.

Multiple bruises, possible broken ribs, several cuts to arms and legs that still have broken bits of glass in them… it’s like I’ve been in a bar brawl.

It was always frustrating before I could accept the memories of my character and the world setting. I had no idea where I was, how I had gotten here, and more importantly what my mission was.

First things first, I need something to defend myself with.To my pleasant surprise, a quick survey of the area revealed a backpack that looked full and a sword resting on the ground nearby.

I jumped down, biting my lip to hold back a cry of pain at the motion, and quickly pulled the backpack on, unsheathing the sword and looking at it. It looked like something out of a museum, with an ornate gold plated hilt and a long, slightly curved blade. The weight and length were just at the limit of what this current body could bear, and I gave the sword a few practice swings with a grin.

Wonder how my character got a hold of a sword… this body doesn’t seem like one that practices fencing.

Putting my questions out of my mind, I held up my sword, centering my thoughts and bringing my heart into focus, just as I had trained in the past.

Fortunately, one of the previous story worlds I had lived through since the day I woke up without memories had been an assassin novel. The mission had been difficult; protecting the assassin’s guild from destruction after the hero left them behind to chase the heroine on an adventure. The author had regretted destroying his beloved family and guild members, and abandoned the novel. So I was tasked with spending years training weapons skills in the group, finally fighting against the rogue gang that attacked and defending the hero’s family in his place. Completing that mission had taken seven years in total, but  on the bright side I had gained a good amount of fighting experience.

I closed my hand over the familiar weight of a sword in my palm. Time to start a new world.At the thought I felt a pang of loneliness and couldn’t help but close my eyes and smile bitterly. How is it that I’ve spent years and years in some of these worlds, and they still didn’t manage to move my heart as much as four weeks spent in a silly high school romance novel world?

“Liam.” I whispered quietly, opening my eyes with a sigh. He had so easily bypassed my defenses, making me care about him to the point that I had hesitated about moving on to the next world.

I have to keep moving forward, it’s my only hope of recovering my memories and going home.

Grrrr.

Thinking about the world and people I had left behind had depressed my mood, but thankfully, an outlet for my emotions had just presented itself on a silver platter.

“Time for some emotional therapy… by killing zombies.” With a  smile I put away all stray thoughts and feelings, suppressed any sensation of pain or fear. There was only me, my sword, and the targets to destroy.

I was ready.

Silent, I sprang forward, my sword raised.

My first slash cut off the nearest zombies arm, the sword slicing through the rotten meat and brittle bones with ease.

Thud.

The arm hit the ground with a dull sound. The zombie’s wide, lidless eyes stared down at the detached limb for a few moments, as if confused, before turning back towards me with renewed energy.

GRRR.

Right, undead. Cutting off limbs won’t do much. So let’s try decapitation.

Ducking under the zombie’s remaining arm, I straightened up behind the monster and aimed this time for the neck.

This time both head and body fell to the ground, and became still.

Success!

The rotten blood and flesh dripped onto my hand from the stained blade. Disgusted, I swung the sword back and forth, which only served to scatter the remnants in the air, releasing a horrific smell. I gagged, forcing myself to breathe through my mouth and leaping at the nearest zombie with a snarl.

“This is so gross!”

SLICE! Two zombies fell to the ground on either side of me.

“I hate this world so much!”

Swish! Slice! THUD!

“WHAT IF THERE’S NO RUNNING WATER AND I CAN’T SHOWER?!!!”

A zombie’s growl cut off suddenly as the head flew out into the distance.

“I don’t even know what the mission is, but it already SUCKS!”

Letting out my frustration, I took out the remaining zombies, standing in place in a puddle of goo, my breaths coming in an out with a harsh gasping sound as my out of shape body tried to catch up with the practiced movements I had just put it through. My heart beat rapidly in my chest, breathing caused sharp pains as my broken ribs protested and made their presence known.

I was injured, I was tired, and I was covered in zombie guts.

I want to go home.

But I didn’t know where home was.

Feeling sorry for myself, I sat down on the ground, pulling out my phone and checking the mission.

“This better be a quick one.”

As I pulled up the familiar screen the first thing I noticed was a notification.

**** CONGRATULATIONS! YOU HAVE LEVELED UP!****

“… Pardon?”

As you continue to complete world missions in an efficient and satisfactory manner, you will gain experience and level up the mission system, allowing you additional benefits and assistance.

A small experience bar glowed at the bottom of the notification, with only a sliver of the space filled in and a large number “2” next to it.

“It took TWELVE worlds for me to get to level 2?!” I fought the desire to throw my phone with rage, and continued to read.

With your new level, you have unlocked key character descriptions and world map in the mission app! As well as… other benefits!

“…” I stared at the screen silently. Why do I feel like this thing is just messing with me now?I’m just going to ignore this. It’s too rage inducing.

I clicked through the message and moved on to the mission description.

**** NEW WORLD: WAR OF THE UNDEAD ****

This post-apocalyptic zombie infested story follows Eric, a young man with a military background and the will to fight as he survives the end of the world. By his side is the love of his life Hannah, who holds his hand through the uneasy tides of crumbling social structures, horrifying monsters and evil villains.

Complaints about the story were rampant as the heroine of the novel was deemed “useless” with no discernable skills, often getting kidnapped and wreaking havoc for Eric to clean up after. Unable to balance the two main leads, the author finally gave up and never finished the story, leading to the world’s instability and eventual destruction.

                                                                               The Author’s wish, and your mission, consists of two parts: First, help the heroine develop into a well-rounded character, able to stand on her own two feet instead of a two dimensional plot device designed to give the hero problems to solve. Second, help humanity establish a good foundation for a new society, leaving the story on a high note with hope for defending against the zombies.

**** DO YOU ACCEPT THIS MISSION?****

I glared at my screen, desperately wishing for a “decline” option.

HELP HUMANITY ESTABLISH A FOUNDATION?!!! HOW LONG IS THAT GOING TO TAKE??

I let out a sad moan, leaning against the broken car and staring up at the dull grey sky with a hopeless gaze.

How long do I have to live in this world and go without a hot shower?

I clicked Accept, my finger stabbing the screen angrily, accomplishing nothing other than a sore fingertip. The memories of my character rushed in, the splitting pain and confusion passing quickly as I accepted them with ease.

“… Well, I guess it could be worse.”

I was a small side character in this story, the spoiled princess of the hero’s group that caused trouble. Upon joining up with their team, she would constantly complain, wishing for luxury and pampering in a world where survival was the only priority. She was tolerated as she had brought with her a large bag of supplies from her family’s mansion, as well as an antique sword that she had taken off the wall as she left, but the goodwill of the hero and his friends quickly ran dry in the face of her spoiled personality and increasingly ridiculous demands.

Finally after several years and multiple fights, her character was kidnapped along with Hannah, the heroine. The hero was forced to choose one to save, and selected his loved one without hesitation. Even at the end her character believed she was too important to be killed, threatening her captors right up until they threw her into a pit of zombies.

It seemed as if I had started this world right after my character had abandoned her first team. They had gotten into a fight with a roaming bandit group, (which explained my current injuries) during which my character had escaped, leaving her teammates behind.

As the story moved on she would then meet up with the hero and his camp, joining and staying alongside them until her untimely demise.

Unfortunately it looks like one of the hero’s companions was a friend of this character, which will make it difficult to explain the large difference in the personality… Rubbing my headthoughtfully as I considered the problem, I finally gave up and sighed. Oh well, the apocalypse changes people, they’ll just have to accept it.

The phone in my hand vibrated once more, with surprise I glanced down at the new alert.

With your level up, you are able to change your character’s name to one of your choosing. All characters’ memories will be adjusted accordingly.

**** Select a character name? ****

I struggled internally with a sudden childish desire to name my character “ass-licker” or something equally stupid, just for the chance to hear everyone have to say it seriously.

But if I was going to spend a few years in this world… that would get old fast.

I slowly typed out a name, a small smile tugging at the corner of my lips.

“Blaire.”

My favorite world so far.A memory I wanted to keep with me.

I wonder what happened to Liam after I left? Before I could consider that thought too closely, a panicked scream broke the silence of the city.

“HELP!”

Following the distressed sounds, I entered a nearby building. In a large open area filled with broken concrete and other debris, a single young man was cornered by three zombies. He held a metal bar in his hands, which he was swinging wildly, barely keeping the monsters at bay. They were slowly crowding him into a corner, but seemed unable to reach any closer. The man continued swinging, all the while a constant stream of half-intelligible cursing and complaints escaping from his mouth.

“Damned traitor…. Make him regret… snap his neck… no that’s too good for him! … boiling… oil… funnel…!”

For all that this is a life threatening situation, why do I get the feeling he seems… like he’s having fun?

Shaking off the wayward thought, I rushed in, sword drawn, striking the zombies down with a few swings. As their heads tumbled to the ground, I kneeled down, using their shredded clothes to carefully clean the blade. As I looked up, I saw the startled face of the man I saved, and felt a moment of panic.

“Liam?”

After staring silently a few moments, I shook my head sadly

It wasn’t him.

He was older, taller, with a slimmer build. His hair, though a similar dark shade, was longer and roughly cut. His face was not the one in my memories, with a slimmer nose and a more pointed chin, but his eyes… they were the exact same shade of dark blue as Liam in the previous world. It was the eyes that had initially caused me to call out, the amused light in them so familiar it was as if he were still right in front of me.

But he wasn’t. I had left that world, and therefore Liam, behind.

“I’m sorry, I mistook you for someone else.”

The man shook his head, his face still pale with shock. “Don’t be sorry! You saved my life!”  He walked forward, holding out a trembling hand to shake. “I’m so glad you showed up when you did!”

I took his hand, trying to smile comfortingly. “Happy to help. Are you going to be okay? How’d you end up here all alone?”

“I got separated from my… friends.” He looked at me closely. “You’re such a strong person, I would have died without you!  I know I’m weaker than you, and might be a burden but… would you… be willing to let me tag along until we get to camp?”

Poor guy, he still looks terrified.I patted him on the shoulder. “Of course.”

He sighed with relief. “Thank you. You’re my hero!”

I laughed at that. “Just call me Blaire.”

“I’m William! But you can call me Liam.”

“Liam?” I paused, unable to hold back from asking.  “I’m sorry… but… have we met before?”

“Hmm… Unfortunately no, I would have definitely remembered you. But perhaps we were fated to meet?” His eyes were clear as he spoke, without any recognition. I frowned.

It can’t be the same person… but he’s just as weird as Liam from the other world, that’s for sure. Unable to shake the sense of familiarity, I sheathed my sword and gestured for him to follow.

“Let’s go.”

“Of course, savior of my life! I’ll follow you to the ends of the earth!”

“… Just to the camp is fine.”

As we stepped out into the street we were immediately confronted by the sight of a large group of tough-looking, scarred men, each carrying multiple weapons. As I tensed up, my hand on my sword hilt, the closest man in the group spotted us, his eyes lighting up with excitement.

“BOSS! You’re still alive!”

I glanced back at Liam, who looked mildly annoyed.

“Boss! We killed the traitor and brought back the weapons he stole from you!”

Tossing out a duffel bag, the zipper was open enough to spot multiple guns, grenades and other deadly weapons.

“…”

“…”

We all stared at the bag in silence for a few moments.

“Boss?” I finally asked.

He gave an awkward grin. “It’s just a friendly nickname.”

“So I’m guessing you won’t need my protection on the way to the nearest camp.” Feeling mildly disappointed, I stepped away, preparing to leave. Only to pause at Liam’s panicked shout.

“Wait, no!” He stepped closer, waving his arms frantically. “I definitely need your protection! These guys are just joking! I’m actually quite a weakling, and desperately need someone strong like you to look after me.”

“What are you saying boss?” One of the goons interrupted. “You’re probably the most deadly man alive…”

THUD

A stone flew through the air, striking the man between the eyes, and knocking him to the ground.

“Shut. Up.” Liam hissed,

“OUCH! That hurt!”

“Now you tell this beautiful woman who saved my life and has promised to protect me how weak and helpless I am!”

The large muscular men all turned towards me, terror in their eyes.

“Boss is the weakest!”

“Definitely weak!”

“He needs protection!”

“He’d die without you!”

“…” I gave Liam a look. Do you really think I’d buy this?

His response was a shameless smile. “Don’t worry, I won’t drag you down! I’ll cook for you!”

“…”

“Run errands!”

“…”

“Do housework!”

I finally spoke up. “Really? You’d do all that?”

“Yes, I…”

“You can’t expect the Boss to act like a servant!!” One of the men burst out angrily, only to fly back as another stone struck him in the face. Another burly, scarred thug took his place.

“Ahem. What my friend meant to say is, Boss is highly skilled in all of these tasks. He’s great husband material!”

Liam gave the man a thumbs up. “Shark, you’re a smart fellow. You’ve just been promoted to my new right hand man!”

“Thanks Boss!”

“Now take care of things while my life savior and hopefully future wife escorts me back!” He grabbed the duffel bag, offering the contents to me before choosing a small handgun and a grenade for himself and handing the rest to Shark.

The man took the remaining weapons with a terrifying smile. “Definitely!” With a sharp whistle, he and the other men quickly turned around and ran away, dragging the injured man who had protested Liam taking on cleaning duties behind them.

“…” I watched this all with confusion. How did the title of future wife get added on to a simple request to escort him to camp?I almost told him to go away, but hesitated. Faced with his almost puppy-like look of anticipation I swallowed the words I was about to say, helplessly turning back in the direction of the hero’s camp. “Let’s go.”

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We traveled together for a few days, and I found Liam to be an entertaining companion. At each stop he would light a fire, cook a meal, and arrange the camp. Any offers to help were met with stiff resistance.

“You’re the one doing me the favor.” He answered once with a smile. “I’m just trying to support you!”

“…”

“You know…” He added nervously. “If you think that I’m useful… I’d be happy to work for you full time in exchange for your protection.”

“…”

“For example, if we got married it would be super convenient to bring me along as your support husband.”

I sighed quietly, rubbing my head. “You know we’ve only known each other three days right?”

“The great thing about that concern is that it becomes less relevant the longer we’re together!” He grinned briefly, before putting on a serious expression.

“You asked me once if we met before… and even though I know we haven’t I can’t shake the feeling that I know you. As if there’s a voice shouting from the depths of my soul, telling me that if I lose you I’ll regret it forever, but if I can stay by your side I’ll be the happiest man alive.”

I couldn’t help but shake my head. He reminds me so much of Liam spouting his minion nonsense. But if he’s the same person… how did he follow me here?

“By the way… if you thought that sounded poetic, I would like to add ‘well-spoken’ and ‘artistic’ to the lists of attractive traits that I bring to the table as a potential husband or even just a good lackey.”

“…” Let’s just ignore him and get to camp as soon as possible.

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We arrived at the camp. Fortunately our path had been fairly clear, we met very few zombies on our way. As we walked up to the camp entrance, and attractive man and woman met us, their expressions somewhat guarded.

“Who are you and why are you here?” The man called out.

I paused a good distance away to avoid seeming to threatening, and studied him closely. He looked to be in his mid twenties, with close-cropped hair and classically handsome features. He had a gun at his hip, and a knife close to his hand, obviously ready to respond to any danger.

Smells like a male lead.

I held up my hands, showing that they were empty of weapons and tried to appear friendly.

“I’m Blaire. I’ve recently split from another roaming group and was hoping to join your camp here.” I carefully put my backpack of supplies on the ground and opened it, showing off the contents. “I’ll share some of my supplies. I’m also decent with a sword, and can add to your fighting force.”

The man looked both me and the bag over carefully. “I’m Eric.” He finally spoke up, his expression slightly more relaxed. He pointed at Liam who still stood next to me. “Who’s your friend?”

“I’m Liam, her lackey!” He announced before I could say something. “Also hopeful suitor.”

“Are you joining as well?”

“Of course!”

I glanced over at him. “What about your gang?”

“What gang?”

“…”

“… Those punks you met earlier? They’ll be fine.”

I sighed and turned back towards the hero of the story. “So what’s your answer?”

He watched us both, obviously thinking carefully. “On a trial basis.” He turned around, carefully protecting the delicate young woman next to him. She was petite, barely coming up to Eric’s shoulder, and had a fair complexion already turning red in the sun. Her eyes were large with an innocent light in them, as she stared at me with a nervous look.

This must be Hannah, our heroine. She definitely seems… easy to kidnap. So helping her become a well-rounded character is mission number one, huh? I followed behind them, my mind racing with plans to help turn her into a force to be reckoned with in this post-apocalyptic wasteland.

This is going to be fun!I rubbed my hands together, a villainous laugh escaping me.

Liam poked my arm, whispering. “Blaire, although I personally think your evil laugh is wonderful, and I could listen to it all day… I feel like I should warn you that you’re scaring the young girl over there.”

I paused, catching Hannah’s terrified expression, and tried to give her a reassuring smile. In response her face turned even more pale under her sunburn, and she hugged Eric tightly as if wanting to escape.

“Was my smile that terrifying?” I leaned over towards Liam and asked quietly.

“I’m the wrong person to ask. I find your strength and ability to intimidate the masses vastly reassuring.”

“Thanks… I guess.”

I followed the lead characters into the camp silently, Liam following close behind me.

It was time to save the story.

And… hopefully find a way to shower.

[darklymelanatedstories]

Oh shxt I forgot!! (ft Vegeta&Bulma)

"So what do you think, sir?"

Vegeta gave a small smile and a nod. "It's perfect." He took one more glance at it before covering it up. Vegeta had been planning this for a while. He wanted this to be the best no threatening surprise she'd have that year.

After he's quick check up on his surprise he headed home. When he entered he was greeted by silence, so he assumed all the lazy bums he loved were still asleep. Not that it really mattered. It was 5am anyway. He crept into the room him and Bulma shared and couldn't help but smile when he saw her peacefully resting with drool running down her chin and messy hair and all. How could he love so many perfect imperfections.

Although Bulma wasn't much of an early bird, he did know that sleep was important to the woman so he decided to let her be.

"Hmm, she's been working hard yesterday on her projects and improving the gravity chamber.",Vegeta thought. "Just as well."

Vegeta moved her hair away then kissed her forehead before going down to the kitchen. He tried making her breakfast but ended up with a messy kitchen and broken eggs. Now he had to remind Bulma to buy eggs again. He was sure he made such a noise that he woke the whole neighborhood.

Trunks walked into the room and gave his father puzzled a look.

"Dad..?"

"Don't!",Vegeta exclaimed. Trunks raised his hands up slowly and backed away. Not wanting to be there during his father's frustration.

"Wait boy.",he said. Trunks immediately stopped. "Yes dad?"

"Clean this place up before you mother sees.",Vegeta ordered as he turned to leave. "I'll owe you one."

"Too late." The two jumped at the sudden voice. Vegeta slowly turned towards his wife.

"What the hell happened here?",Bulma questioned as her eyes scanned her ruined kitchen.

"Uh, you see. I was just trying to make you breakfast.",Vegeta explained, a bit embarrassed at his predicament. Bulma looked shocked, her eyes widened. "Really? That's so unlike you." She crossed her arms and raised her brow. "What are you up to? What's the occasion?"

Vegeta furrowed his eyebrows. "You would know. It's a special day today."

Bulma looked like she was even more confused. "What are you talking about?"

"You really don't remember do you?",Vegeta's expression contorted to slight anger. "I can't believe you. After I actually made an effort this time."

"Vegeta." Bulma carefully approached him and attempted to rest her hand on his shoulder. He immediately shrugged her off.

"Are you okay?"

"I'm fine!",he yelled and stomped out.

"What's he so mad about? He's the one that wrecked my kitchen."

Trunks held his chin and thought. He knew there was something special about today.

"Isn't today your anniversary thing?"

Bulma gasped as she realised. How could she forget? And how did Vegeta remember?

"Oh shxt I forgot!!",she muttered then quickly cupped her hands over her mouth as soon as she remembered that Trunks was in the room.

"Don't worry mom. I've heard that word before.",he assured her.

"What!?"

"Nothing.",Trunks quickly walked out of the room. "I think I hear Bulla crying. I better check on her."

Bulma groaned. "Oh, how could I forget our anniversary? I always bug Vegeta about it."

~

"You forgot your anniversary!?" Chi Chi stared at Bulma with shock. "It's not like you." But what shocked her more was the fact that Vegeta even tried cooking.

"Yeah, I was so busy with my current machines that I forgot completely."

Goku walked into the room, he actually heard enough of their conversation to know what was going on.

"Why don't you just say you were pretending to forget to surprise him?" The two woman stared at Goku like he was crazy.

"That's not a bad idea, Goku."

"Yeah. I've used that a bunch of ti–"he stopped as soon as Chi Chi sent him a glare. "I guess I'm just full of good ideas."

"Anyway gotta go. Bye Chi Chi, Bulma.",Goku said as he rushed out of the house.

"Grrr. Goku!" Chi Chi groaned then turned to her blue haired friend. Bulma got up excitedly, hitting her fist into her palm as a plan formed in her genius head.

"I got it!"

"You're seriously gonna do it?"

"Well maybe...but I'm thinking of getting him a large buffet of food. You know how these Saiyans love to eat."

"I guess. But just hope it's better than Vegeta's gift so he won't be too mad."

"I always give the best gifts."

~

"Hey Vegeta." Goku said as he descended next to the Saiyan prince.

"What do you want Kakarot?"

"Happy anniversary." He opened his arms attempting to hug Vegeta but he ended up with a hand on the face pushing him back onto the ground.

"Doesn't feel happy.",he grumbled. "How could she forget. After all my planning."

"Wow. What did you plan?"

"None of your business!"

Goku gave him a sheepish smile as he crossed his legs and scratched the back of his head. They sat in silence for a while as Goku looked up at the sky.

"Well anyway. I say you should still go ahead with it. I mean think of all the times she did amazing things for you. I bet she'd really appreciate this."

Vegeta just grunted. Goku took that as a bit of a sign and got up to leave.

"Well that's all I wanted to say. I better get going. I promised Piccolo I'd train with him."

And with that Goku took off. Vegeta thought for a moment about what he said.

"Not a bad idea."

~

The sun just started setting and Vegeta waited outside in his maroon suit that he didn't really like wearing but it was a special day and it did make him look good.

He had told Goku to bring her around and was getting impatient. What was taking so long?

~

"Goku. I have to get everything ready."

Goku tilted his head. "What exactly are you doing? Planning a party?",he said as he watched people take food and party supplies out of a bunch of vans. "Because you know Vegeta's not a huge fan of those." He chuckled.

Bulma hung her head. "Ugh, I know. I've been so stressed that I'm not even thinking clearly."

"How bout you just bring the food in and come with me?"

"Fine." Bulma told the workers to put everything back except the food. Once that was done, Goku scooped her up and took her where he agreed to meet Vegeta.

~

The sun had set and finally the two have arrived.

"About time.",Vegeta mumbled.

Goku let Bulma down and took off, leaving the two.

"Vegeta look I–"

She was cut off when Vegeta placed his finger on her lips then lifted up her chin. This was the first time she actually saw him properly or her surroundings.

"Nice suit.",she said. Looking around with awe she couldn't help the feelings of excitement and love clearly showing in her body language.

She was in her garden which was beautifully decorated. The lights placed around the flowers lit it up beautifully, even making the pond sparkle. There were fireflies bringing another mix of light into the jars they were jailed in. It reminded Bulma of when she'd go camping with her sister and father.

"Wow." Without saying another word, or any word since she got there, he took her hand and led her to the gazebo in the middle of the garden.

There was some of Bulma's favourite foods and a large bottle of her favourite champagne in a silver bucket of ice.

What drew her attention was the object concealed under a white tarp.

"Vegeta–"

"Before you say anything.",he walked up to the objects. "I know I shouldn't have gotten angry this morning and that you've been stressed out lately. I'm sorry."

"It's fine Vegeta."

He took hold of the tarp. "I also hate doing this sappy stuff so..." He dramatically pulled it off. "Happy anniversary, my love."

Bulma was left speechless. She got closer and Vegeta watched with a smile on her face.

"What do you think?",he asked but he knew she loved it.

"I had it done by that artist you love so much."

In front of Bulma was a beautiful painting of her and Vegeta on their wedding day.

She trapped Vegeta in an embrace and he wrapped his arms around her waist as he pulled her closer.

"I love you."

"Love you too.",he mumbled.

He pulled out of the hug and pulled out a chair for her in the gazebo.

He looked at the amount of food he had prepared for tonight and frowned.

"There's no way this is satisfying me. Damn, now I'm starving for the woman",he thought. He's hunger must've shown on his face because Bulma gave him a knowing look and winked.

"Oh I got that covered." She took her phone out and dialled a number.

"Bring it in guys."

In a matter of seconds people were bringing so much food that there wasn't any space on the table.

Soon Vegeta was stuffing his face.

"Have I told you lately how much I love you?",he said in between chews.

Bulma giggled then looked over at her paintings.

"Yeah, you even showed me."

Art by @lem0uro

Check her out ppl. She's amazing.

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[pray4jensen]

hi im just really confused on the whole oc*shipper thing

do the people who are exposing her not believe that destiel was real and at least kind of canon? im just lost bc i follow her and don’t know what to think. i feel like dabb&co and the network all equally screwed us out of a deancas endgame and id personally love to burn cw to the ground for it (not seriously but grrr). i just feel like everyone is at fault, not just the network.

hi anon, i can’t speak for anyone but myself, but i 100% believe destiel is real, i 100% believe it is canon, and i 100% support protesting against the network and making them accountable for their poor queer rep. i also 100% agree that it was not solely the network at fault. dean dying, for example, was clearly always a part of the plan, and i personally don’t agree with that writing decision.

that said, i firmly believe there is a more transparent and accountable and respectful way we can achieve the same results; ultimately, i disagree with her approach.

i’m gonna be honest; i’m really confused about why people equate not liking oc*amshipper with thinking that anybody who disagrees with her believes destiel is not canon or deliberate. this is frankly the myth she is putting out there so anybody who follows her won’t listen to people who disagree with her. i’m not an outlier here. there are a ton of people who do not find her methods palatable but who also still believe dean and cas’ romance and cas’ confession especially were explicit.

so here’s the thing: i don’t disagree with everything she says. i do follow her guidelines about limiting engagement with the network. you won’t ever see me streaming a CW show in any way that makes them money ever again. but i also don’t agree with everything she says either. i am here for respectful discussion. i am here for an approach to protesting against the network where everybody’s thoughts and opinions are heard. i am here for finding a middle ground so that the way we go about it reflects everybody’s experience, feelings, and stays within their comfort zone.

but her approach is not this. if anyone doesn’t 100% agree with her, in her mind they are 100% disagreeing with her. if they don’t listen to what she says, they are simply not intelligent enough to understand. there is no questioning her or giving her feedback. you must wait in the server for her to deliver you instructions. you must understand that these instructions are top tier. there is no better approach. that’s why it’s all secret. that’s why you don’t get time to think about it and turn it over in your head. when it happens, there is a specific time and place it must happen and you must act immediately so that you have no time to comprehend what you’ve done. 

but you know what, it’s not a secret to protect the plan from the network like she says. 

it’s a secret because it protects her from you and it prevents you from having an opinion.

that’s scary, anon. that’s really fucking scary.

[ashestoashesjc]

A Necromancer & His Zombie Boyfriend On A Couple's Retreat

Short Story 1/2/(3)/4/5/6/7/8/9/10

"RrRRrrrr... grrr? <Hey, uh, babe... seen my arm anywhere?>" rang Sett's voice throughout their cigar box of a house as he rummaged through closets, opened cabinets, overturned couch cushions. 

Shutting and latching the front door behind him, Ulrick began flipping through the stack of envelopes clutched in his right hand. "Huh? Oh…”

“Okay, so… don’t get mad,” Ulrick began, as meekly and guilt-tinged as one can make a shout. “But... there was this huge, I mean HUGE silverfish…” 

“GRrrr! Rrrrr. <Dude! Not cool,>” could be heard as Sett stomped his way to the foyer. 

“I know! I’m sorry! I’m weak!” moaned Ulrick. 

Sett sighed as he entered the cove and laid his single remaining hand on Ulrick’s left shoulder, the other sleeve draped flaccidly at his side. “Grrrr. <Well, yeah.>” he said. Ulrick snickered. 

“You know, having your boyfriend kill a bug for you is exceedingly normal,” Ulrick said, separating the bills from the letters that weren’t bills. There were very few that weren’t bills. “Almost conventional.” 

“Rrr. <True,>” Sett replied. “Rggrrrr. <Probably while the arm’s still attached, though.>”

“A mere quibble.” 

“Rrrrgrrr? <So, where is it now?>” Sett asked. 

“Ugh. Still getting cozy with the silverfish, I’d imagine,” Ulrick admitted, guilt creeping back into his voice. He covered his eyes with his free hand and shuddered. “In… the shower.”

Sett sucked air through his teeth in a compassion-filled cringe. 

“Yeah,” Ulrick sighed, resigned to his trauma. 

“Grrrr. <Don’t worry,>” said Sett. “Rraarr. <I got it.>” 

Ulrick slid his hand down his face with a grateful groan. “God, I love you.” Sett pulled him forward by his collar and pecked his forehead.

Continuing to sort through the mail, Ulrick came to a red envelope and, seeing it addressed to Sett, handed it over. “Looks important.”

Confusion clouded Sett’s eyes for the first few, slow moments spent undoing the envelope’s seal flap, until suddenly, a surge of realization like lightning drove him to violently tear the crimson paper away.

As he scanned the contents of the letter contained within, words failing to do his emotional state justice, Sett began to fist pump wildly, God help anyone in the flight path of his singular elbow. Ulrick looked on in entranced bewilderment.

“Was there itching powder in that envelope?” asked Ulrick.

Sett shoved the creased letter in Ulrick’s face, his manic energy not yet dissipated. Ulrick took it and held it out at arm’s length until his eyes brought the words into focus. 

“A couple’s retreat?” he wondered aloud, lowering the paper enough to peer over the top at Sett.  

“Grrgrrrr. <An all-expenses paid couple’s retreat.> Rrrrrr. <At a swanky resort.> GrrrrRr. <Complete with water skis.>”

“This is from a contest?” he asked, rotating and inspecting the sheet. “When did we enter a contest?”

“Rrggrrrr? <You know those entry slips we’re getting in the post all the time?>”

“The ones I’m always throwing away? I’m familiar.” 

“RrrRrrrrr ggrrrr. <Well, your aim could use some work, because some of them wind up in the mailbox,>” said Sett, with a shrug.

The sound that next filled the room, colored with exasperated mirth, was one Sett was used to Ulrick making, though one that never stopped bringing a flush of heat to the place where his heart used to be. 

He grabbed Ulrick by the hips and the two began to sway back and forth. “Rrrrrr. <Just imagine it,>” he purred dreamily. “GrrrRRrrrr rrrrRrrr grrr...arrrr? <Massages, rock-climbing, a luau. And… did I mention waterskiing?>”

Swaying still, Ulrick looked up with his head cocked. "I've... never heard you mention waterskiing before."

"GrrRrrrrrr. <I enjoy a lot of things I don't talk about.> Rgrrrrgrrr. <Like country music, or bad chick lit,>" Sett said before twirling and dipping Ulrick in a blur. "Rraarrrr. <I'm a multi-layered zombie.>"

Breaking clumsily away from the songless dance and squeezing the bridge of his nose, Ulrick set down the remainder of the mail on the side table by the entrance and looked his boyfriend over. “It’s totally free?”

“Grrarrr. <It’s totally free,>” confirmed Sett. 

Ulrick raised an eyebrow. “No catch?” 

“Rrr… <Well…>”

-

“And streeetch! That’s right! Streeetch!” 

At the front of Meadow Grove Resort’s famed yoga studio balanced - one foot planted on the ground, the other hooked deftly behind her neck - Chrysanthemum Smith, a remarkably limber 60-year-old instructor, urging her out-of-shape contest winning students to achieve the same feats of flexibility.   

All around Ulrick and Sett, a pretzel factory’s soon-to-be-discarded collection of heinous, gnarly undesirables had been given life in the form of sweaty middle Americans. 

That pretzels went through a less agonizing process being baked at 500 degrees was a fact Ulrick was both confident in and envious of. His legs were angled in a way he was sure he’d feel for weeks to come. 

Sett, on the other hand, had apparently been a contortionist in a past life, the way he bent himself into poses, well, a pretzel would gawk at, holding each position stoically before moving gracefully on to the next. It also helped that he couldn’t feel what would leave most tendons shredded rags.

Ulrick gave up the pursuit of dislocating his pelvis and instead went to poke Sett in the cheek. Through his mask, Sett made a chomping motion at the finger, though remained otherwise totally still. "Okay, but this kind of bites, right?" Ulrick signed. 

"A little. And not in the fun way," Sett signed back.

On a pair of blue, rubber mats to their left were two women - one in a biker's jacket and tattered, patched jeans, short red hair tied into a haphazard ponytail; the other a dark woman donning a shaved head, flower-patterned maxi dress, and combat boots - the former of whom suddenly grabbed Ulrick's attention with a nod. 

"You're telling me," she signed. 

And in an instant, they were no longer alone in the hazy, secluded sphere that made their reality.

So taken aback was he that he blurted aloud, "You sign?" 

The yoga instructor shushed him from her place at the head of the wide room, leading him to duck down sheepishly. With the forced inclusion of an overly casual air, he said more than asked, "You sign."

"Oh, yeah," the woman chuckled gruffly. "Mom's Deaf." 

Taking a sudden interest in the conversation, Sett's head swiveled to the leather jacket-clad woman. "Shit yeah!" he signed with fervor, eliciting a harsh snort from the woman. The instructor's head whipped around to glare her way, but went ignored. 

Sett's hands jumbled for a moment before he continued. "I mean, I'm sure that must have been very difficult for your family and--"

She gave a dismissive wave of the hand. "Nah, don't worry about it. She's capital 'D' Deaf. A congenital thing. Whole family's been signing forever."

Her wife - Jen, they later learned - chimed in with, "Di does it at home, too. She's taught me half the lyrics to Boys for Pele." 

"Wow!" Ulrick said with teeth-clenching enthusiasm. "That's so great! Isn't that so great, Sett?"

The mask did nothing to conceal Sett's raised, beaming features. "That's so great!" he signed. 

"I'm sorry!" bellowed the lithe yogi, shattering all delusions of serenity. "Am I boring you?" 

Several overlapping voices came to the general consensus of "Christ, yes."

One of the husbands, portly and somewhat resembling the famously affable capybara, asked, somewhat less affably, why they were being stretched into taffy when they should be outside taking one-on-one lessons with the beach volleyball instructor. He was joined by a few surly “yeah!”s. 

They were met with an unimpressed crossing of the arms. Though it should be noted Smith’s foot was still being held comfortably behind her head. 

"I would suggest, in the future, that you more closely scrutinize contest entries," Yogi Smith advised in as calm a manner as it seemed she could now manage, though with an unmistakable edge to her voice. "In order to partake in our facility’s more... physically involved activities, you’ll first need to align and cleanse your mental, emotional, and spiritual energies.”

This provoked a studio-wide groan, with the exclusion of Jen, who seemed just eager enough to cancel out the cloud of grim impatience encircling her. 

“Unless, of course,” Smith said, shifting poses to something favoring the letter ‘G’, “you’d prefer to construct your own schedules. In which case, a full price admission to Meadow Grove Resort remains available.”

She sleekly extended her right leg, pointing its foot pin-straight toward the sliding studio doors. “Don’t, as the masters of yore were wont to say, let the door hit ya.” 

When no one moved and the room went quiet enough to hear an acupuncture needle drop, Smith resumed a standing position and bowed three times to each division of the studio. “Namaste. Namaste. Namaste.” 

Chrysanthemum Smith had in no way undersold how ‘aligned and cleansed’ couple’s therapy and its airings of dirty laundry and subsequent ferocious dissolutions of decades of marriage; couple’s pottery, the same thing but with clay vases; and couple’s finger-painting, a bonding exercise in shared humiliation, would make their minds, emotions, and souls through sheer gut-rending hilarity.

Ulrick almost didn’t want to stop watching people who, hours ago, seemed all confidence and bravado, now being brought to tears by an instructor’s criticism of their macaroni art lacking ‘depth.’ 

But their confinement was over and they were free to roam the grounds as they saw fit and Sett, without even feigning to look for a map of the resort, made a beeline for the largest body of water (and the largest gathering of humans) he could sniff. Ulrick was still surprised at times by how agile Sett could be on his feet when on the hunt for blood - or recreational watersports - and struggled to keep up. 

Their long-awaited waterskiing adventure began almost as soon as they arrived at the lakeside, the instructor needing a volunteer at that instant to man the skis while he lectured another guest on the controls of the boat. At nearly a head taller than anyone else present, Sett didn’t need much more than a raised hand to stand out. 

Things were going great; Sett mounted on skis as long as he was tall, the boat revving greedily for take off. At Sett’s thumbs up, the runabout hammered off in a thunderous roar. And then, all at once, things were going wrong. 

The envisioned majesty of skimming the motionless calm of the crystal river was halted abruptly with a leaden Sett stumbling mid-lake in his skis, trying and failing to correct himself, going feet-over-head, and sinking like an anchor to the agitated silt of the riverbed below. 

Ulrick, though he jumped with concern at the first hint of a misstep, expected a brief swim back, perhaps slowed a bit - but not much - by Sett's stoney limbs. He’d been the star diver of his local swimming hole as a teen and still maintained some of the underwater dexterity, though nowadays tended to lurk the floors of bodies of water like a carnivorous bottom-feeder; eating habits included.

But then a few minutes passed, and nothing. A lifeguard and two of the more experienced swimmers among the guests plunged into the river and searched for fifteen minutes, cracking the surface now and again for a gulp of air, all to no avail. The water was too cloudy with sediment to see past a certain depth, and the orange-purples of dusk were beginning to settle in. They'd need to return in the morning with a diving team.

It'd now been forty-five minutes, and three of the resort’s other guests were consoling Ulrick, one herself on the verge of waterworks. They'd just witnessed a man - someone's significant other - torn tragically from life's teat, and in front of the man he loved, no less. 

Ulrick, for his part, was positively miffed. 

"When I get my hands on him..." Ulrick started, before one of the grievers tossed him a teary-eyed questioning look. "Er, that is... would that I could only put my hands on him... again..." he corrected. 

Just as Ulrick had begun mentally reviewing the basics of the Arts of Throttling, a movement, barely noticeable, shook the surface of the lake. Then bubbles, then the full break of the water as a head rose into view. Then the screams of onlookers as, in the fading light, a ghastly lake monster began its murderous approach. Then screams of a different kind as people began to make the connection proper. Then there was weeping, fainting, more than one declaration of faith renewed. It was a miracle!

Later, after insistences for medical attention were politely but firmly refused and the religious stragglers begging for just a smell of Sett’s waterlogged clothes were shooed away, Ulrick asked why he waited so long to resurface, to which Sett said, "GrrrrRRrr. <Well, at first I was just sort of embarrassed.> RrrrrrrGrrrRrrr? <Then I thought, "How often do these people see miracles?>"

"Oh, sure," groaned Ulrick. "A man comes out of a lake after half an hour and it's a miracle. A man comes out of a grave after a few months and it's "Grab the torches and pitchforks, everyone!""

"Rrrr. <Babe.>"

Ulrick gave a pouty grumble. "I'm just saying. One's a little more miraculous, is all." 

Sett pulled Ulrick's head into his chest and stroked his hair. "GrrrRrrrRrrr. <Shh, I know, dude, I know.>" His heavy, soaked clothes and lack of body heat didn't chill Ulrick as much as they should have, and though a fine coating of sand covering him from head to toe gritted against Ulrick's cheek, it only made Ulrick rub his face in rebelliously. 

"Okay," Ulrick said, resting his fists on Sett's chest and gazing up into his eyes. "What's the next activity? I think we’re... due-au for a luau?" The moment the words left his lips, his face collapsed into disgusted regret.

“Rgrrr... <Actually…>” Sett said, wrenching off his mask and shaking the excess water from his hair, teasing a blush out of Ulrick. “GgrrrRrrrr? <Doesn’t watching the stars by the lake sound pretty relaxing?>”

Ulrick grinned and took a seat on the shoreline, running his hands through the tufts of ryegrass stretching out in waves around him. He tapped a spot to his right and Sett, half-cocked smile in tow, came lumbering over to take it. 

Hours flurried past, changing nothing about the image of the intimately silent pair but the number of stark white pinpricks in the sky they beheld. 

They threatened to sit silently basking in each other forever. 

And then Sett said, “GRrrrrgrrr, rrgrrr, graargrr. <So, Diane and Jen gave me their number, and they want to plan an outing.>” 

Unease shot through Ulrick’s veins, but he held his tongue in search of the correct words. “O-oh?” 

“Grrr? Rrgrrrrr. <Isn’t that cool? People want to spend time with us,>” said Sett, ensorcelled with the twinkle of every new star. “Rrrrr. <With me.>”

“That might be…” began Ulrick, before noticing the glimmer in Sett’s eyes and faint lift at the corners of his mouth as he stared up towards a great unknown. He sighed. “It’s going to be great.” 

Sett rested his hand on Ulrick’s, their fingers interlocking. He smiled, and the two gazed into an ever-darkening firmament, speckled with a thousand stars and a thousand futures.