#literally started drawing him with his regular mask and realized he probably wouldn’t have it

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I have had this post in my drafts for so long and I finally got to it

Thank you @yorshie for another fun drawing idea( ＾∀＾)

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Day 2: Roceit

@tsshipmonth2020

Day 2: There is a timer that counts down to when you will meet your soulmate

Content warning: vague neglectful/bad home life mentions, liquor store mention (no drinking), implied past parental death.

Word count: 2.6k

When they first met, they didn’t like each other. Would they go so far as to say they hated each other? Probably not. But it was no secret that Roman and Janus didn’t get along, even if they traveled in a mutual friend group. If the two interacted at all, it was in snide remarks and gripes that had everyone else in the group groaning in annoyance. They just wanted five minutes of peace, that’s all. Just five minutes.

Roman was too preppy, Janus said. He was loud and abrasive and presumptuous and arrogant, an annoying theatre boy with too much energy. Other’s feelings came second to his dramatic and overplayed grievances. 

Janus was too self centered, Roman retorted. He was untrustworthy and creepy and a compulsive liar, a loner with a mysterious backstory. Everything about him was kept hidden under a mask of indifference.

These things were true to some extent, but the group still loved them both too much to reject either one. So they both stayed, bothered by the other’s presence and unwilling to admit that maybe they disliked the other because they were so similar. They were both extravagant and theatrical and burdened with concealed insecurities, points that all of the rest of the group brought up regularly and they both vehemently denied. 

It all changed one morning during school, on a regular Wednesday with average weather after an uneventful English class, when Roman got overly excited at the cast list for the newest show being put up and dropped his art bag. Without a second of hesitation, Janus crouched to help him collect the supplies that had flown across the hallway. That was when Roman’s sleeve slid up, as he was reaching for a paint pen that had rolled up against a locker, and Janus nearly choked.

00:00

He blurted out his accusation before he could stop himself.

“You said you haven’t met your soulmate! And you call me secretive?”

Roman snarled almost animalistically, covering his completed timer back up and grabbing the now full bag off the ground.

“If you must know, my timer’s always been like that. I don’t know when it ran out; too young to remember. I don’t even know if it was ever counting down in the first place. Defective.” He flicked the numbers on his wrist.

“Does anyone else know?”

Roman narrowed his eyes at the uncharacteristic sympathy in Janus’ voice. “Just Remus.”

“Why haven’t you told them?”

“Why all the questions, Fibber on the Roof? Since when do you care about anything I do?”

Janus was quiet, breathing out a frustrated breath before folding down the bottom of his gloves, the same gloves that Roman taunted daily for making him look like every single Disney villain, the same gloves that made Roman turn to the rest of the group and insist that the guy was hiding something. Turns out he was right.

“My timer’s out too. I was too young to remember as well.”

Roman wasn’t able to respond, and Janus was surprisingly relieved. The silent solidarity in the other’s eyes was enough of an olive branch, just another thing they had in common. It was a pain the others didn’t understand, a frustration that couldn’t be fixed. So if from that point on, the bickering lessened and they finally allowed their shared interests to overlap, they surely wouldn’t be the ones to bring it up.  

That’s how they found themselves, almost half a year later, sitting on the swings of a musty playground near Janus’ house, watching the sunset in an unspoken agreement to put off going back until absolutely necessary. It was just another thing they had in common; shitty home life. They didn’t talk about it much, because they knew how much it sucked to discuss, so they let the facts stand at the forefront and the nitty gritty emotions and smaller mental repercussions stay healthily buried. What did it matter? Their parents were awful, ‘nuff said. 

“I just think it’s ridiculous, the amount of time he spent writing it.”

“He wrote and composed an entire play single handedly, J! Not a single word of it is dialogue, and it all rhymes! You try doing that in seven years.”

“I’m just saying, doesn’t it come to the point where you have to admit it’s too much work? Did he even know for a fact it would be successful?”

“He made it work, didn’t he? That’s what faith is for.”

“I wouldn’t have done it.”

“That’s what makes Lin Manuel Miranda a god, and you, a worm.” 

Janus gasped and raised a mock hand to his chest, drawing a loud laugh from Roman. While the shorter of the two still wore his gloves daily, the other had slowly gained the confidence to wear short sleeves and display his empty timer, though god help the fool who asked him anything about it. The conversation with the group had gone well, though Jan hadn’t admitted that his situation was the same. They hadn’t known him as long, and they both agreed that it was a sensitive topic. Roman didn’t push him. 

“The sun’s setting.”

“I had no idea,” Janus smirked, although the implications of the fast approaching darkness made a pit settle in his stomach.

“We don’t have to leave yet. I just don’t want you to get in trouble.”

“I don’t really get in trouble that often,” The shorter murmured, kicking his feet in the dust under him, “She’s more just... forgetful. Ignorant. I’m not even sure she fully knows I exist all the time.”

Roman raised an eyebrow at the first bit of information he’d learned about Janus’ home life, besides knowing it was just ‘bad’. He was debating between quietly prodding him to continue or to just let it sit when Janus made the choice for him.

“The other day she asked me to go to the liquor store for her and literally didn’t believe me when I said I’m only eighteen. Then again, she’s forgotten my birthday for the last, what, ten years? So I guess she just lost track, got ahead of herself. I don’t know.”

“When’s your birthday?” It was the only response Roman could think of. 

“August seventh,” He whispered, almost like it was a dark secret he was scared to admit.

“Wait, actually?”

Janus turned to him, eyebrows furrowed, “Yeah?”

“You’re joking. This is a joke, right?”

“I can probably find my birth certificate if you need proof. Why are you losing your shit?”

“That’s my birthday too!” 

Janus matched Roman’s face splitting grin with one of his own, his worries slipping away. They’d all been irrational anyways, so good riddance. He quickly settled his face into a more neutral one, the unusual expression hurting his cheeks. A calm air settled between them as their eyes locked, almost in a trance, before Janus snapped out of it and turned his attention to the pink hues of the dimming sky.

“What are the chances?”

There was a lot Roman didn’t know about the newest member of the friend group, he realized after dropping Janus off at home and starting the walk back to his. Usually he’d pop in his earbuds, taking the longest back roads and detours to put off arriving even more, but today his head was lost in his thoughts. What else didn’t he know about the blond boy he was so infatuated with?

Two weeks later, Janus edged the front door of his house open, calling out a tentative “Mom?” before pushing it open all the way and pulling Roman in. There was no answer through the empty halls so he yanked the taller boy upstairs, praying that his mom wasn’t home instead of just ignoring his call. It wasn’t until he shut his bedroom door and leaned heavily against it did he remember to breathe, meeting Roman’s eyes shakily.

“Sorry.”

“It’s okay. I get it. Parent’s are…”

“Yeah. It’s better if she doesn’t know you’re here.”

Roman nodded, finally looking around the room. One wall was completely adorned with old records, some cracked in places or missing pieces entirely. He found himself drawn to it, running a finger down the closest one to him as Janus collapsed on his bed, ruffling the yellow blanket beneath him. He took a moment to pull off his gloves, revealing his soulmark, a secret that only Roman had the honor of seeing. An old jukebox stood proudly in the corner, covered in a fine layer of dust.

“You definitely have an aesthetic,” Roman hummed, taking notes on the implications of the dust and not approaching the old machine. If Janus didn’t touch it, neither should he. Instead he sat down at the other’s desk, spinning himself lazily in the chair.

“It was all my dad’s old stuff. He loved music and antiques a lot. The record player was his, too.” 

He followed Janus’ gaze and nodded, overly tempted to take one of the records from the wall and trying to play it, but knowing that would only end badly. The record player was covered in the same thin sheet of dust. 

“Holy Hera, is that a baby picture of you?” His mind, apparently unable to stay on one topic for more than ten seconds, had decided to focus on the framed picture on the bedside table. He crossed the room and sat next to Janus on the bed, leaning closer to the photo but not daring to touch it. He inspected the woman, who could only be Janus’ mother, holding the tiny bundle and smiling weakly at the camera, her eyes tired and hair tied in a messy bun.

“Yeah,” Janus rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly, “That’s the only picture I have with her. She hates cameras, always said she was self conscious and shit. It sucks that the only one I have, I don’t even remember taking.”

Roman knew he should respond to the surprisingly vulnerable statement, but his eyes had zeroed onto the still slightly slimy, wrinkly baby in the photo. Its little fists were tucked against his face, eyes closed peacefully, a moment of bliss that time forgot. That’s not what caught his attention, though. He squinted, edging just that much closer to the photo.

“You were born at Jacob Banks Memorial Hospital? I thought you lived in Chicago before you moved out here.” The tiny golden embroidery in the edge of the blanket was just focused enough to make out, as if he didn’t have an identical blanket at home, stashed under his bed in a box of other memories that were too special to throw away. He’d run his finger over the stitching a hundred times, reread the words and committed the blanket to memory, just for that high of simple childhood. And now, here was Janus as a baby, swaddled in the same blanket.

From the same hospital.

From the same day.

“Yeah. My parents were visiting relatives in town when my mom went into early labor. We didn’t end up actually moving here until a couple years ago.” Janus didn’t seem to notice the gears turning in Roman’s head as he reached forward, plucking the picture off the table and bringing it closer to his face. He tapped the glass, just above baby Janus’ arms.

“Right there, my timer. It’s just a few minutes left. I met my soulmate as a baby and no one cared enough to check who it was.”

“Janus.”

“I called the hospital as soon as I was old enough to comprehend, but they said they couldn’t help me. Didn’t have a record of anything to do with soulmates. Some help, huh.”

“Janus!”

“What? I’m trying to be melodramatic, Roman.”

“That’s the same hospital I was born in.”

“Okay? It’s the only one in town, I’m not overly surprised-” The lightbulb went off, and his head jerked up. “Oh.”

“Yeah, ‘oh’.”

They both were quiet for a moment, like the whole house was holding it’s breath, before Janus finally spoke, his voice a choked whisper. “Imagine with me, if you will,” he murmured, taking the picture and inspecting it closely. Not so much for sake of searching for details he wouldn’t have missed the hundreds of hours he spent inspecting the photo, more so just to avoid looking at the person beside him. “Two babies, born in the same place on the same day, put into the same small hospital nursery. They see each other, and click, their timers are out. Except both their parents don’t give a flying rat’s ass-”

“And so they never realize they met, and live their entire lives shrouded in mystery,” Roman finished quietly, suddenly terrified of the new ice they were walking on. 

“Hypothetically, of course.”

His head snapped up and the spell was broken, meeting Janus’ pale eyes and jumping to his feet, flapping his hands to dispel his nervous energy. “Okay. Okay! That could… that could make sense! All signs point that way, right?” He began to pace the length of Janus’ room, head tilted towards the ceiling, “And I mean, god, I’ve liked you for how long now? So I’m definitely not upset!”

“You’ve what?”

“Alright, so we can call the hospital, or go there, or something! I’m sure they can tell us how many babies were born that day, that doesn’t seem like confidential information, right? And if it was just us three, you, me, and Remus, then that’ll settle it!”

“Wait, no, Roman, stop!”

Janus launched himself at Roman before he could click the call button on the Google search of the hospital, already dedicated to his plan. He ripped the phone from his grasp and tossed it onto the bed after pressing the power button, grabbing Roman’s hands tightly.

“Jan, what the hell? That’s the only way we’re going to know for sure if we’re-”

“But what if we’re not?!”

The two settled into silence after the outburst, searching each other’s faces intently. They both shared scared expressions, eyes wide with excitement and nervousness, the possibility of years worth of questions finally being answered. The promise that their two soulmarks weren’t dysfunctional, weren’t broken, and fate that had led them together one way or another. 

But what if they weren’t?

“What if it’s a coincidence? What if you find out that your mom checked out before mine even got there, or our paths never could have crossed, or there were twenty babies born that day and there’s no sure way to know that we are each other’s soulmates? What if you find out that your soulmark said two years and mine ran out with someone else completely?”

“You���re starting to sound like Virgil,” Roman said quietly, almost fondly, a gentle smile tugging at his lips.

“Roman, if you’re my soulmate, I’d be elated,” Janus’ hushed tone matched his, “But I don’t know what I’ll do if I build my hope and then find out it’s not true.” They were quiet again, and Janus was suddenly hyper aware that he was still holding Roman’s hands, a furious blush rising to his cheeks. He fought the urge to look away, look anywhere other than Roman’s bright eyes, because this was the closest they’d ever been and he was scared one flinch might break the charm they were in. 

“We don’t have to check,” the taller whispered, “If you are, I’m content just… believing it.”

“You always were a cheesy romantic.” The phrase was meant to be cutting, but the uncontainable grin across his face greatly lessened its impact.

“I’m a Disney lover, what can I say?”

Janus snorted, dropping his head on to Roman’s shoulder, his heart nearly stopping altogether when the taller boy wrapped his arms around him and pulled them a step closer together. “So we’re agreeing on this? That we’re soulmates?” His voice was muffled against Roman’s shirt.

“As far as I’m concerned, yes. Fuck the system, right?”

“Overthrow the government. Commit arson in the name of anarchy. Society is a prison.”

“Dramatic, and that’s coming from me,” Roman drawled, rocking them back and forth slowly, dancing to unheard music, “Hey, Janus?”

“Yes?”

“Can I kiss you?”

“I thought you’d never ask.” 

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Anime Pretty Boys™️: A List

So basically no one asked but all of a sudden I felt the need to make a top 10 ranking list of some Pretty Boys in animes I could think of so why not share with the weebs.

To clarify: When I say Pretty Boys I mean pretty and not hot in general ! There are so so many more attractive characters out there but this is a list of guys that just look so incredibly beautiful it makes me want to bawl my eyes out. While I ofc would sell my organs for tons of anime boys, these are just the ones that make me go "mmhhhmm pretti" before thinking they're hot or whatever. I hope this makes sense aha ha.

10. Chisaki (My Hero Academia)

Those of you who haven’t seen the show might be asking yourselves what’s up with that mask but let’s just ignore it (masks are a thing everywhere now anyways right? man’s just staying safe ssjsj). Basically when I first saw this man I was speechless because wow his face is so ?? intense and pretty at the same time. The hair is casually messy, the eyes boring into your soul and the ear piercings are just hot. Also his style??? hot damn?? i mean the jacket he always wears looks so mf expensive and the suits like Yes Sir fuck me UP but at the same time he is so intimidatingly pretty that I wouldn’t mind joining the bad guys here. However because of the high hotness factor he’s lower in the list might be the dangerous aura who knows

9. Sesshomaru (Inuyasha)

Basically this man has more elegance than anyone could ever obtain. The way he always wears this fur thing on his shoulders just as a statement and never gets it dirty or loses it? an icon. Everything from the hair to let’s call it the “make up” to the outfit is just on point and you won’t ever catch the man slipping. This is the only character ever that could make me disregard the fact that he’s technically a dog demon and over 500 years old and just let him step on me.

8. Daisuke (Fugou Keiji: Balance:UNLIMITED)

I don’t think I need to say much here. First time I saw this man I was legit already on my knees without knowing a single thing about him. Some of you might say he’s more hot than straight up pretty but I beg to disagree because he is genuinely one of the most beautiful men I have ever seen. Now I do agree that in comparison he certainly can be considered more hot which is why he’s a little lower on the list however you can’t tell me that his face wasn’t shaped by God personally.

7. Usui (Kaichou wa Maid-sama!)

ON GOD if this man asked me to marry him I would not hesitate for a single second. Effortlessly pretty, the flavor is immaculate, never tasted anything like this before. Not only is he the perfect man but his face is so insanely pretty. Now Usui’s more of a casual beautiful because his face doesn’t necessarily have something outstandingly special but as a whole there is just not a single flaw.

6. Victor (Yuri!!! On Ice)

Now, you can’t tell me the hair doesn’t hit different. The man literally looks like a Greek God like that’s just a FACT we all know that, he knows that, Yuri knows that, the other Yuri knows that. Man's literally chosen to do the most elegant sport looking LIKE THAT as if he wouldn’t completely change figure skating forever. His face is so pleasing to look at because he just has this angelic aura around him that makes you think he came down from heaven personally to raise the bar for us all.

5. Yato (Noragami)

Let me just say what we are all thinking: EYES. I can’t think of anyone with prettier eyes and that’s for a good reason. Yato’s not a God for nothing, the godly looks are very evident even if he’s a little bruised up in the gif. His face is perfect, the hair looks elegant and yeah the eyes are just mesmerizing. Homeboy might be spotting a track suit at all times but damn he can wear it while living his Immortal Pretty Boy Life.

4. Guren (Owari no Seraph)

This one’s a funny one because let me tell you I know absolutely nothing about this man. I have not seen the anime and I barely know his name but I saw this man a few weeks ago and when I tell you I almost started crying I mean it. It’s hilarious how this man could be the biggest asshole who murdered my family and I’d still think he’s insanely beautiful. Now I sadly can’t get into this as deep as with this others because I have zero knowledge about him but the fact that he was the third person I thought of when making this list even if I don’t know him should say enough for now. Face is 10/10, he’s living that pretty boy lifestyle doing whatever it is that he does but god does he look graceful while doing it.

3. Shoto (My Hero Academia)

Now THIS. This is interesting because can you BELIEVE that this incredibly handsome boy does not even KNOW how pretty he is? Looking like that he would be allowed to have such a huge ego but he isn’t aware of the facts??? The two colored hair and eyes are both iconic and groundbreaking. His face just screams pretty boy in every possible way and on god i would do anything for him to realize that. Everyone in Class 1A knows how beautiful he is except him?? I could write you a three pages essay on how beautiful he is and that would just be the outer appearance without getting into his great personality. I would be ready to declare my love for him on 10 pages in four different languages but let’s not get into that now.

2. Akaashi (Haikyuu)

I honestly don’t even know how to start this. Akaashi is one of a kind. I lie awake at night thinking about the fact that he is so insanely beautiful and I wonder what the creators were thinking. Imagine you wanna create a volleyball anime and while drawing someone who is not even on the main team you come up with this? What kind of process goes through your head?? How could you publish a character like this knowing no other character you ever draw will ever live up to his pretty face? I wouldn’t know how to act. Looking at Akaashi is the most pleasing thing and the fact that he is not only crazy pretty but also has the best personality just sends me over the edge. No one’s doing it like him. This man can have my credit card, my house, my family and my liver, he can take it all and I would still worship him like the God he is, thank you.

1. Howl (Howl’s Moving Castle)

Ladies and gentlemen, may I announce the prettiest Pretty Boy of all time. This wouldn’t be a list of Pretty Boys without Howl. The man literally invented being pretty and god is he dramatic about it. Most of us probably count him to our childhood crushes. Remember when he said “I don’t see a point in living if I’m not beautiful” because he accidently dyed his hair black? I have never seen anyone this dramatic but of course his ego is big with a face like that I mean if I looked like THAT I would act up too. I would drop everything for this man and that’s on Sophie leaving behind her life to live in his castle yeah i know she didn’t do it for him back then but lbr i would. Anyways Howl literally said I support the ugly community but it ain’t me and it’s true, if you look up Pretty in a dictionary his picture will show up. I honestly don’t know what else to tell you because Howl leaves me speechless on a regular but that’s fine.

This marks the end of my list, please let me know if I forgot someone. If you made it this far with reading this mess thank you for keeping up with my amazed ass, i’ll go cry over how beautiful everyone on this list is now. I will probably regret the rankings in a week from now so don't mind them too much

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Reliving An Old Nightmare - Chapter 24

<= Chapter 23

Summary : Things don't go as planned. Also available on AO3 : https://archiveofourown.org/works/22337299/chapters/59020252

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New chapter, yay ! [WARNING: the third and last drawing is gory]

THIS CHAPTER HAS AN AUDIO FILE ! I commissioned Puyo-Proto again, and he did an AMAZING JOB ! Please check his Twitter, he's so talented !! (Here : https://twitter.com/Puyo_Proto) Thank you so much for voicing a part of this dialogue !

YOU CAN LISTEN TO IT HERE !

I hope you'll like this chapter :) Happy reading !

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Chapter 24

-“Oh, it’s so good to be back!” The voice coming from their enemy brought back Snatcher to reality: this was it. The moment he had been waiting for so long. The evil spirit was almost out of the breach as Vanessa launched another one of her ice attacks in his direction. The stranger avoided it by very little and managed to enter the rift, cackling threateningly as he did so.

Something felt very wrong about the way this guy laughed, thought Snatcher couldn’t put his finger on it. And it certainly wasn’t the time for this kind of thoughts.

Vanessa didn’t wait long to throw another attack, defiantly adopting an aggressive attitude against their common enemy, who kept dodging all of her attempts at hurting him. The stranger floated around, avoiding each ice pillar coming out of the floor with grace, all while laughing maniacally at the trio.

This Moonjumper guy was mocking them and certainly didn’t see them as a serious threat to his existence. Normally, this would enrage the shade more than enough, but in this particular scenario… This was extremely dangerous, because it meant their opponent was much more powerful than them. Plus, the latter had a Time Piece in his possession, which would definitely play a part in their fight.

What would happen if this guy used it to his advantage? The kid probably knew the answer, but the time wasn’t appropriate for questions. Now was the time to fight.

The other snickered, while Vanessa’s frustration intensified. She always missed her attacks and the ghost could see her powers corrupting her body more and more. Her attacks were becoming messier, meddled and less coordinated. If she continued like that, not only was she going to get consumed again by her powers, but she would most likely wear herself out. Considering the fact that she was the only one able to pit herself against this Moonjumper, this was not a good thing. The Queen needed to snap out of it and to stop letting herself be taunted by this guy. This was exactly what this spirit was trying to do!

Apparently, the kid on his side came to the same conclusion as him, though she reacted in a completely different way than Snatcher would. Without his powers, the ghost felt useless and quite literally harmless against an enemy able to resist Vanessa’s attacks. Trying to hurt this monster would likely result in him being thrown away or, in the worst-case scenario, getting killed. Thus, charging this opponent in that meat sack of a body was not something strategic, at least not if he wanted to attack the other physically. He didn’t even have a weapon!

But, of course, the hatted brat didn’t think. No, she just rushed into things without thinking about all the possible outcomes!

The little girl exchanged her dweller mask for her alchemist hat and then started to run to the crate she had broken earlier, grabbing one of the damaged planks on the ground. She took a good hold of it as she charged this Moonjumper while the latter was still busy dealing with Vanessa.

Fuelled by a feeling of panic, the ghost extended his hand towards the child, letting a “no!” out of his lips. But the moment his voice came out of his mouth, he deeply regretted it: their enemy hadn’t actually seen the kid approaching him but, now that Snatcher had voiced his worry aloud, the other spirit looked in the child’s direction and spotted her attempts at hurting him.

The shade wished he could have kept his mouth shut. Vanessa abruptly realizing how close the kid was to their enemy and was stopped in her tracks, as she was about to throw another attack. She had already risked hurting the hatted child before and surely didn’t want to do it again, but this had been a mistake too.

It simply gave the other a chance to attack as well.

A sickening smile appeared on their opponent’s strange face, as his crazed stare was fixed on the little girl, who had lifted her weapon above her head to hit him. Red strings suddenly appeared from the tips of the other spirit’s fingers and launched themselves in the kid’s direction. They moved in the air quickly, almost too quickly for Snatcher’s stare to follow them. However, before the child was able to dodge or defend herself, the red strings tied themselves around her small body, immediately immobilizing her and bringing her attack to an abrupt stop. The plank she was holding fell back on the ground.

-“Well, well, well, what do we have here?” cooed the evil spirit with a dark smile.

Vanessa frowned at his tone and tried to attack him once again before stopping herself almost instantly when this Moonjumper pulled the child just in front of him, where the spikes would have hurt him if the Queen hadn’t hold herself back. The child let out a shriek and closed her eyes as the ice pillars almost hit her. She was unable to do anything else, much too tied up to move. Fear had suddenly replaced her determination as she was now completely harmless and powerless.

This guy was using the brat as a hostage. The thought made the shade absolutely livid. No one could dare to hurt that hatted brat, he was the only one. The ghost felt heat radiating from his body as he gave the other spirit a death glare.

-“You let go of her right now,” he started with a dark and threatening tone, “and maybe I’ll consider giving you a merciful death.”

The threat only made the other giggle cruelly. He pulled on the red strings with one hand, making them squeeze the brat tighter, as if he was taunting him. His victim winced from the sudden pain, not without struggling. But no matter how hard she was trying to get free, the strings only seemed to squeeze her more.

-“Is that so?” bragged Moonjumper: “And how are you going to attack me? You may look like your old form, though you are just as harmless to me than a regular and common human.”

He used his free hand to tie more strings around the hatted brat, this time around her neck. Terror appeared on the kid’s face as breathing was getting difficult for her.

Apart from Vanessa, the shade had never wanted to kill someone so badly. However, seeing how much in danger the kid was, he remained motionless and silent as their opponent started talking again, turning towards Vanessa:

-“As for you… I would not try to do anything if I were in your shoes,” he paused and continued, much more serious: “Unless you want another child to die because of you.”

The remark made the woman grow pale instantly and she lowered her black hands back to her hips, unable to do anything else. The ghost saw her glancing in his direction, probably wondering if she should try to attack the other and ignore the latter’s threat, but Snatcher glared at her in response. They would not take a risk like this one. Hurting the kid was not part of his plan of the day.

-“Good, good,” cooed this Moonjumper, sarcastically, sending more red strings in Vanessa’s direction. The strings tied her up before she was able to dodge them, keeping her in place: “Now, kneel,” ordered the evil spirit.

The woman hesitated, glaring at him fiercely. However, when the latter started to pull on the red strings on the little girl’s neck, Snatcher’s voice echoed in the room:

-“Do as he says!”

There was too much despair in his intonation for his taste but he couldn’t care less at the moment. The kid’s life was in danger and if Vanessa had to kneel to save her, then he would scream at her to do so. The Queen glanced at him and eventually complied, while the shade let out a sigh of relief when their enemy gave the child more slack.

Why would anyone want to murder them anyway? This made no sense! They didn’t know that guy!

-“Why are you doing this?” interrogated Snatcher, trying his best to sound calm, even if he definitely wasn’t.

The question seemed to take the other spirit aback as he simply stared at Snatcher in bewilderment for a few seconds. Why? This was a perfectly legitimate question! Who in their right mind would not ask that if they were in this particular situation?

Their enemy tilted his head in pure confusion and then a smile appeared on his lips. Slowly, his expression started to change, going from surprise to hilarity, and he then started to laugh. If his hands weren’t busy to keep the child in place, the other would have certainly clenched his sides from how much he was laughing.

This laugh, why did this laugh bother Snatcher so much?

It was now his turn to be confused and the trio couldn’t help but watch the scene before them, completely powerless. The child was glancing between the monster holding her as a hostage and her two adult companions, not knowing what to do or what to think at all.

The other spirit’s laugh ended darkly as he stared back at Snatcher, eyes full of hatred:

-“Oh, of course, you wouldn’t recognize me, how silly of me,” he growled as he squeezed the strings around the child even more, making her whine and close her eyes from the pain. The ghost was so going to murder this guy, slowly, making him suffer as long as possible.

However, the words took Snatcher aback: what did the other mean? Snatcher had never met another spirit like this so-called Moonjumper before! His frustration intensified, though he managed to keep his mouth shut, not forgetting that his interlocutor could very well snap the child’s neck if he wanted to.

-“Well, it is not really surprising, I suppose,” continued the monster, his cruel smile widening: “Using the Time Piece had some…Special effects on my vessel. It seems now that I am both dead and alive at the same time,” he explained, in the same tone someone would use to talk about the weather: “My appearance is quite different now because of that. A shame, truly.”

-“Listen,” protested the shade, careful not to sound too aggressive and kept going: “I have no idea who you are.” It certainly couldn’t be someone who died after one of his contracts, since he always ate their soul afterwards. Maybe an acquaintance of one of his victims? Yet, it didn’t make much sense as his interlocutor seemed to know him personally.

The ghost was not lying when he said he didn’t know this guy.

-“Oh, I know you don’t,” replied the latter cynically: “You never even knew I existed in the first place.”

-“So who are you?!” snapped the shade, unable to stay quiet anymore. He just wanted answers! He glared at his opponent as he kept talking, still watching the child carefully, hoping nothing would happen to her because of his attitude: “Why would you go through the trouble of recreating a whole version of our past just to kill us in the end? We don’t even know you!”

The evil spirit glared back at him but didn’t hurt the brat again, thankfully. Instead, he just smiled wickedly and tilted his head as he finally gave an answer to the question the trio waited for:

-“I am you.”

This was definitely not the answer Snatcher was expecting. From the look on his companions’ face, they didn’t expect that kind of answer either. Apparently, their reaction must have been pretty visible because this Moonjumper giggled and corrected himself:

-“Or, well, I used to,” he explained, then continued with a darker intonation: “Fortunately, I have nothing to do with you anymore.”

And when he said those last words, the stranger showed his left hand, as if to prove a point. For a few seconds, Snatcher didn’t know what to look at exactly, until he spotted something very special: a ring on his ring finger, a golden jewel on which could be seen a damaged ruby. Immediately, Snatcher’s heart sunk in his chest: he knew that ring. Even from afar, the shade could recognize what this ring was.

This was his old engagement ring. The one he used to have when he was alive. The one he had when he woke up in that forest. The same one he died with, so many years ago.

The shade’s eyes widened as everything started to make sense: the clothes this “Moonjumper” was wearing, his claims, the way he laughed, his corpse-looking like appearance, this ring… But this couldn’t be! Snatcher was here! And this guy was over there! If they were the same person, how could they be at two different places at the same time?

There had to be an explanation for all of this, and what this spirit had told him certainly wasn’t it.

The others must have perceived his scepticism because his smile widened as he spoke again:

-“You don’t believe me, do you? That is fine. I did not expect you to. It does not matter anymore,” he said, darkly: “Nothing matters anymore, because you are all going to die,” then, patting the little girl’s head in a very disturbingly slow manner, he added: “Well, not you, little one. I used to want you dead as well, but I changed my mind. This does not concern you in any way, after all. Furthermore…”

The evil spirit gave Vanessa a death glare as he continued :

-“If I did kill an innocent child, I wouldn’t be any better than you,” his smile returned as he turned back to the trembling victim in his hold: “Besides, if I do come back to the Horizon after this, I will have someone to keep me company!”

He chuckled at the sight of the brat’s confused and afraid expression. In the meantime, Snatcher’s anger and frustration kept growing. He didn’t understand a single word this guy was saying! The Horizon? What was that? What was he even talking about?

-“You’re crazy,” mumbled the shade, astonished. He couldn’t believe what was happening: this was the only explanation! There was no way this monster was right, it was simply and physically impossible!

The word caught the other’s attention, though in a very bad way. He frowned and threw a glance full of hatred at Snatcher:

-“Me, ‘crazy’?” he repeated, in a voice that was much too calm to be normal. The shade should have kept his mouth shut. His interlocutor kept going: “You know, this is quite ironic. You are the one who caused me so much trouble, who abandoned me… And I am the ‘crazy’ one?”

-“I have no idea what you are talking about,” insisted Snatcher, putting an emphasis on each syllable as he answered. But the other was not having it:

-“You left me in there to rot, literally! You left me, your other half, to be stuck in a hellish dimension for hundreds of years!” yelled their opponent, absolutely livid: “I spent all this time, alone, having to watch you, of all people, being this pathetic while I couldn’t even leave this place!”

Snatcher’s eyes widened as he was listening to the other, astounded. “Other half”? “To rot”? This guy couldn’t mean…

The latter guessed his thoughts and finished them for him:

-“I am the part you left behind, that night,” he explained with a low voice: “You are the coward part of us that fled because you were just too afraid to face her!” he accused, pointing at Vanessa as he kept going: “And you abandoned me in there, with her! You left me in this pathetic body while you buried your head in the sand, not even considering the possibility I existed!”

He laughed bitterly, tilting his head on his side:

-“You know, I have thought a lot about why I was stuck in this place, the Horizon as I like to call it now. And I think I know. I can’t believe it took me so long to understand why!”

He squinted, looking daggers at Snatcher:

-“I am incomplete. That’s why I can’t dwell in the mortal plane like a dweller or go to Heaven if it even exists! You are the reason I got stuck in this dimension, forced to watch people living happily while I was alone for years! I have no idea how you even exist, why I was the one to suffer because of this… But I will definitely fix what you did to me.”

He paused, smiling in a horrifying way as he revealed his plan:

-“I will not be incomplete once you just stop existing. I will not be missing any part of myself anymore. As soon as I stop maintaining the stability of the rift… You will both perish and I will finally be free.”

A cruel laugh came out of his lips as he watched in delight Snatcher and Vanessa’s reaction to his plan. This guy was absolutely mad. They had to act now!

The shade was trying to find something, anything to help the kid and get them out of a situation like this one. However, when his eyes fell on the brat’s, he noticed her expression had changed from fear to determination. With her eyes, she instructed him to look at her right hand. When the spirit’s glanced down, his ghostly face grew pale immediately.

The kid had materialized a potion in his hand and was cautiously and gently shaking it to activate it.

Instantly, Snatcher’s body became weak at what she was planning to do. She couldn’t seriously think this was a good idea! There were so many other ways involving her not hurting herself in the process of getting away from this monster!

Said monster let his laugh die slowly and started to talk again:

-“Well… I guess this is time for us to say goodbye,” he said, before turning to Vanessa, who was shaking from rage: “I really must thank you, Vanessa. Without you, I would have never been able to go this far. You were so easy to manipulate! Getting the opportunity to finally kill you is the best gift you could have ever given to me.”

He was about to add something when a strong-willed voice interrupted him:

-“Not so fast, you crazy peck neck!”

The little girl’s voice echoed in the room, forcing the other to look at her, surprised. However, when his eyes fell on the little vial in the kid’s hand, his face crumpled in distress. Everything after that happened so fast. The monster immediately released her, trying to get away from her before the potion exploded. Once she was free again, the hat-wearing child managed to throw the potion in his direction while she was sent flying to the other side of the room. Red strings had caught her arms and were taking her as far as possible, but it was too late. The vial had been thrown and the kid had managed to get away from their enemy without getting harmed!

But as Moonjumper was blinded with the explosion, he lost the control of his strings, not seeing where they were taking the brat anymore. But Snatcher was seeing what was about to happen, but he was far too slow to prevent any of it. A deafening and horrifying scream left his lips as he witnessed the little girl being impaled on one of Vanessa’s previous ice pillars.

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=> Chapter 25

[hellishvu]

Imagine BTS: (Hyung Line) - when you two become a thing

A/N: i want to update as much as i can this week because this friday!! i’m going to see bts so i will probably be too busy with that, then I have to go to state literally a day later that i come back so please! be patience with me :D

-star

Yoongi:

— yoongi finds out about a new artist underground and he finds his muse but the problem is, he’s never seen the face of the man he can’t help but find inspiring.

Being an underground rapper the most important thing was 3 rules.

Keep battling others to show your title.

Keep your reputation high.

Be able to handle the audience.

For years Yoongi worked hard, every night to become one of the best rappers on the scene. Yoongi came and conquered to find his throne.

So when a new rapper starts to raise the ladder at a impression rate. Yoongi had to see the man himself. Yoongi preformed his regular nights calling them “Fire Friday’s”

Yoongi waited at the back of the club, hearing the announcer talk about this new rapper. The crowd was screaming almost deafening but it was the thrill of that crowd that made your heart run quick. The way adrenaline was pouring through your blood as you gave it your all.

You had came out, a rather outfit that didn’t show your face. You wanted them to hear you rather than look at you. You spoke through the words you rapped from your soul not the way your face looked. Yoongi had appreciated this the most. The craft was the most important part of a rapper’s career.

So when he was finished watching your show, you had inspired so many things within himself and since the backstage people knew him so well he could just walk into the backstage.

Yoongi searches through the many acts, trying to find that familiar outfit. Yoongi asked workers and rappers if they had saw you. Not an answer, Yoongi sighed in frustration as he walked to the back door.

The city breeze of a Friday night was relaxing as Yoongi looked at his phone seeing texts from his 6 friends. Yoongi replied telling them he had some business to take care of.

Yoongi walked back in and decided to call it a day as his friends were waiting for him so they can all go home.

Yoongi came back the next week, to the same event. Fire Friday being shown across the stage, Yoongi writing about you about how the greatest artists are unknown till they are found.

Yoongi got off stage as he stayed near the stage to wait till he heard the same voice. The flow was the same. “It’s him.” That’s all Yoongi could process as he waited and listened to the lyrics and the music.

Yoongi saw you get off stage as he stopped you immediately which shocked you at first never being approached so forceful.

“I’m sorry. I don’t mean to be all over your shit, but I have to- I mean do you have time to talk?” Yoongi said as he partically begged. He’s been rather drained out of inspiration so meeting you was like a breath of fresh air.

You agreed as you both walked out of the same alley way Yoongi was last week. Yoongi stood awkwardly as he cleared his thought.

“Do you- I mean what is your story?” Yoongi asked as you had shared it with him. Yoongi listened and you took note of that as you smiled. You finished as Yoongi decided to tell you information that he rarely shared with new strangers.

You two kept in touch after that meeting, never shared your face as he never really asked. Yoongi had gained a liking to you wether he saw your face or not, he liked you. It was almost like a highschool crush. Waiting at his phone for you to text him and act all gushy.

“Do you want to maybe meet again? No masks? No club shit?”

You two would agree on a time and day and once Yoongi arrives he has trouble finding you. So he texts you and once he looks up he sees you waving at him and holy shit was all that was on Yoongi’s mind as you were like eye candy. Yoongi felt his heart race as he walked towards you, sitting down on the booth at the small restaurant.

“You’re gorgeous.” Yoongi thought out loud as he almost immediately apologized trying to save himself from the little stability he has.

“If you say that, I guess this is a date now?” You smirked as you got your lyric book giving him a page that you wrote naming it “Yoongi” it was a song all about him.

Namjoon:

— namjoon being known to be one of the biggest flirts and he usually plays around till he meets you. the problem is you’re a flirt yourself and he can’t help but become a mess.

Namjoon was probably the biggest flirt. He was a C.E.O and all his employees knew that he was joking half the time and it was just his personality to flirt.

So when he needed a new assistant due to one taking maturity leave. Namjoon would look around almost everywhere to find a new one. Once he laid eyes on your profile and your experience in this department he hired you on the spot. Probably a rather wreckless decision but in the end it was probably one of the best ones.

Namjoon would meet you and trying to get close would invite you to a coffee to know how you two can work together.

“Is that a date Mr.Kim?” You asked as Namjoon widen his eyes as shock ran through his body.

“I-No, of course not!” Namjoon would stutter through his sentence.

Two flirts... but one of them not knowing how to handle being flirted with. It’s only a disaster waiting. Namjoon had no one really flirt with him even if he is good looking for himself.

“Let’s keep it professional, alright Mr.Kim?” You winked as Namjoon looked back at your boxes of papers helping you unpack.

Namjoon... didn’t realize the mess he got himself into. The meetings you two would have and the typical flirts you would throw his way as the presentation was given making him stop focusing and tap his pen. You laughed thinking he knew you were joking right?

Namjoon spent nights in his bed thinking if you were joking or if you wanted something more. I mean... even if you two flirted you would get closer and share things just because you two were always seen together. Meetings, in his office, and you two had similar hours.

Namjoon was invited to a business party and requested that you joined him. Namjoon having help with his designer to pick a unique fashionable suit since this was an annually event.

You and Namjoon arrive at the event together looking stunning to the gods. You realize this was for a business point of view to make company with people and to get friendly.

You announced you were going to talk to companies and see if you can get some partners. Namjoon appreciated your way of thinking and set you off.

Namjoon walked to the bar wanting to get a drink and as he walked towards you, he saw you flirting with another male. I mean yeah you two weren’t dating persay but it still stung but he wouldn’t admit it.

He grabbed your arm and you waved goodbye, as you tried to hide your confusion of why Namjoon got so angry all of a sudden. You went into a guest room as Namjoon realized what he had just done and there was no turning back on this.

“Why did you drag me here?” You asked as you raised an eyebrow.

“Why are you flirting with that man?”

“What do you mean? I was doing business?”

“But- I- Are we a thing or not? I’m always so confused, you catch me staring all the time. You see me blush and fluster when you’re around!” Namjoon admits as his eyes start to gloss. The burning sensation in his eyes.

“Oh god- Namjoon I didn’t mean to.”

“So do you not like me?” Namjoon asked as you grabbed his wrists. Pulling him closer, you kissed his forehead.

“I like you Namjoon, a whole lot.” You snickered as Namjoon smiles.

Hoseok:

— hoseok being obsessed with a street artist, but turns out he catches him in the act and you propose a deal so you can keep your identity a secret.

Hoseok would see beautiful street art around Korea, the rise of street art would make him want to meet an artist someday. In his mind it would be a bucket list.

There was one artist that Hoseok just fell in love with. His initials would be on every piece so he could tell who did it. The instagram was full of pieces that Hoseok has seen around or new ones that he wanted to find.

Hoseok walked home one late night, seeing that he had stayed late for taking his friends shift due to them having a family emergency.

Hoseok walked through the streets at night with his earplugs in. His favorite chill music filling his ears as the cold wind blew.

Hoseok turned the corner to see a male spray painting. Hoseok’s stopped like deer in headlights as he came closer to the male. Seeing that his mask was off since he was finishing the last touches of the pieces.

Maybe Hoseok should learn his situation on how it’s very late at night and sneaking behind someone’s back was probably not the best idea.

“Why don’t you have your mask on?” Hoseok asked causing the spraypainter to jump. He turned around as Hoseok noticed the signature, it was him... WAIT HIM?

“Oh shit” He said before grabbing his backpack wanting to leave in a hurry. Hoseok pleased that he can explain.

“Wait! I didn’t mean to like see your whole identity. I just got off of work!” Hoseok pleaded with you as you put back your mask trying to have him forget your features.

“Well what do you want?” You asked as you quirked an eyebrow taking off your earphones, to hear Hoseok more clearly.

“What do you mean? We could just never speak of this again.” Hoseok said rubbing the back of his head.

“No, what if you leave here. Tell everyone and I’m exposed for the rest of my lifetime.” You said exaggerating with hand motions.

“Okay probably not a li-“

“That’s not important! Anything? Want me to teach you how to spray paint? Want me to draw a piece for your girlfriend? Anything?”

“Okay first off, if anything it will be a boyfriend. What about if we just hang out together! Call me when you spray!” Hoseok cheered as you sighed realizing asking for anything was a mistake... maybe.

You two exchanged numbers and everytime you would finish a piece with Hoseok watching. He would always compliment it. No matter how long or how short the piece took. Hoseok would run from work when he did have a late shift to see you again. Talking just face to face when you two met only turned into texting and wanting to actually hang out outside of the “deal”.

You realized compared to your older pieces without Hoseok. They were darker, and your followers noticed it and assumed you got a boyfriend as a joke. Nowadays pieces were full of color, Hoseok choosing the main color of reds and yellows.

You did sense that Hoseok was beganing to grow a bit distant. You would text him the address and he would arrive later than usual. In reality, Hoseok began to have a massive crush on you. Hoseok took so long to get ready because he changed outfits at least 3 times. Looking in the mirror before he just took off to see you realizing the time. Hoseok wouldn’t look at the piece anymore. He would just look at you, the side views of your face, and just your aura was addicting.

The next day, Hoseok sent you an address and you were confused but he said to “just come before I regret this.” You grabbed your backpack and headed his way.

You walked to the alleyway, Hoseok sent and you saw him standing with flowers, full on blush across his face as you chuckled. You turned the corner and you saw it.

“I like you a lot, will you go out with me?” with spray paint.

“You stole my black!” You said as Hoseok realized what you had just said.

“Really? You’re worried about your black! You know how long-”

“Oh shut up and let me take you out my treat.”

Seokjin:

— seokjin has been pressured to date by his friends and to bring someone to their romantic outing so when he sees you on tinder he begs you for this favor till he actually starts to like you.

“Seokjin you need a date! Just find someone, we don’t want to go without you there” Seokjin’s friend explained as he sighed once again. This wasn’t the first time he was somehow pressured into finding someone. He knew his friend didn’t mean harm but it was tough.

“I will. Don’t worry, I’ll have a date tomorrow.” Seokjin smiled as he waved goodbye catching his bus to go home. Seokjin looked through the apple store finding the classic dating app.

Tinder, had been one of the most popular ones. Seokjin made a profile and saw through matches. Switching left and right till he landed on someone that met his eye.

“Y/N” was his name as Seokjin right swiped as the match was set immediately. Seokjin was sent to a chat room.

“I’m going to be honest. I need a date for a friends date. I’ll even pay you just for one night please?”

“wow straight to the point I see.”

Somehow you agreed to this because Seokjin seemed like a nice guy to you. He told you the place and the time and you showed up 5 minutes late seeing Seokjin looking around the cafe saying “He’ll be here soon”.

You greeted them as Seokjin widen his eyes... you looked a lot better in person then on your profile. Your photos did not do you justice compared to real life. Seokjin had to get himself together as he nodded and smiled. Seeing his friend have a great reaction to him, you looking put together.

“Oh yes, so how did you two meet ?” Panic was all over you and Seokjin’s face as you two looked at eachother. You covered the awkward silience with a laugh. Hoping Seokjin can take one for the team and explain.

“I meet him through a Beyoncé concert.” Seokjin said as you agreed trying not to show any panic on your face.

“Oh really? Wow that was so long ago. You’ve must have known eachother for quite some time.” You laughed as you hit Seokjin with your elbow queuing him to laugh.

You two acted all lovey dovery all night due to one: just for the acting of being a couple for Seokjin’s friends and two: you two actually started to enjoy each other’s company.

You told stories about your life while they assumed Seokjin had heard these already, he hadn’t so he was so intrigued in the stories almost looking at you like you were the only person in this restaurant. You would look at him while explaining and everything would go in slow motion for Seokjin. His heart raced as he felt more flustered as you stared at him.

“Alright, thank you! For inviting us out we have to go since Seokjin has work tomorrow.” You said as you offered Seokjin your hand to get up from his chair, Seokjin hestitated before you gave him the okay.

You walked Seokjin to your car. You opened your car door and Seokjin sat down seeing you actually had a nice car.

“I assumed that went well?” You snickered as you turned on the engine.

“Can we go to the park?” Seokjin asked as you were taken back by how late it was but you did look up to see stars shine.

“Yeah, that sounds nice.” You agreed.

The two of you would walk around and you would check in on Seokjin seeing him shiver as you took off your coat to give it to him. He would delcine it at first but you insisted. The warm cozy feeling in his gut as he wanted to confess right then and there.

“Do you maybe want to go on a real date?” Seokjin asked as you snickered.

“I’ve been waiting for you to ask me that all night.”

[regrettablewritings]

Dating Wade Wilson Would Include

AN: This is going to be a bit more perverse than the other Would Includes because, hey, it’s Wade.

Being very confused when he starts talking to no-one and looking elsewhere tells the audience about how awesome and badass he is

You will get used to it, you have no other choice really

Sometimes you will also jokingly throw in something you want him to narrate (like how amazing you think he is or something that makes you seem wonderful)

This will always, without fail, result in Wade turning back to no-one the audience so he can gush about how wonderful you are

Chances are, you met because he was out doing as Deadpool does: wrecking havoc getting the job done with a few unpredictable setbacks on construction, property damages, and people being alive

You won’t even let him convince you otherwise, but you might’ve been a bit scared when you first saw him

“Might” meaning you definitely were -- the dude had just shoved a katana through a thug when he noticed you, frozen in place, and practically vomited up hearts and butterflies

He then had the audacity man-sized balls of courage and boldness audacity to waltz (skip) right up to you as if nothing had happened and try to strike up a charming conversation

Once you got over the initial shock and scrambled away, he wanted to follow but wound up having to stay behind and deal with un-aliving some other punks

You’re not even sure how Wade tracked you down after that because all he ever offers is “the plot demands it”

Once you got over his beyond bizarre mannerisms, though, and allowed yourself to let your guard down a bit and talk to him, however, you found out he could be pretty harmless in regards to those he wanted to establish a connection of sorts with

“The most pain I cause to you is making your gut hurt from laughing so much! . . . That is, until we finally get into BDSM --”

Once he got over the pain established by the slap to the face, he asked if you wouldn’t mind applying that same treatment to his ass.

Geez, Wade, keep it in your jumpsuit.

“No!”

Crude jokes

This can go a few ways, depending on how comfortable you are with Wade’s sense of humor

If you, too, are a connoisseur of crudeness then congratulations: You just found out what you guys spend an uncanny amount of time doing when not doing . . . other things

If you’re not that into it, Wade will respect this but still lapse into it out of habit. It’s a part of his character, though, so don’t expect him to completely forgo it. He’ll just try to avoid using his alpha-level stuff and try to keep it at a beta level.

But if you humor him every once in a while and throw in your own nasty language, you swear you can see him blushing even through the red of his mask

Speaking of which, for as confident and bold as he appeared at first, you quickly came to realize that this was more or less a front to an extent when Wade refused to remove his mask

It would take a while for him to even so much as lift it up for you to see his infamous mouth

Honestly, there’s a possibility that he won’t let you see the entirety of his face unless an argument started up out of you, yet again, asking “what the big deal is.”

To be honest, you are startled. But only for a moment.

As you told him, “I’ve seen worse; usually on the people who’ve gotten on your bad side.”

He enthusiastically attempts to make chimichangas in celebration but winds up burning them on accident from being too eager

Putting his crayon drawings on the fridge

“Wow, I love the direction of blood-splatter in this one, Hun!” “Knew you would! I used a vermilion crayon for that part -- real delicacy amongst the Crayola Clan.”

Meeting Blind Al a handful of times, but mostly only in the brief stints where Wade actually takes you back to his place

Wade much prefers going to your place because it’s nice and cozy

And because your place has a stove and oven that have yet to be damaged by his cooking antics

And because at the end of a long, rough day of slaughtering, it feels nice to be surrounded by your scent and essence as it envelopes him in a softness he hasn’t experienced since his time before he became the Merc with a Mouth if you guys decide to get down and dirty, he gets to annoy an entirely new set of neighbors and avoid getting heckled at by Al. And on that note . . .

Sex: Once again, this can go a variety of ways, depending on your feelings towards the subject.

If you’re all for it (and have seen the movie), then you can have a pretty good idea of what you’re probably in for. Good luck and be safe.

If you’re not entirely put off by it but prefer to wait, Wade will be understanding (maybe even teasing and gently calling you a “precious little lamby-poo”). But he’s still going to occasionally test the waters. This will include walking around shirtless (especially after a shower), making loud and obnoxious yet still somehow appealing noises when he stretches or exercises, throwing in perverted jokes, asking you for porn recommendations, etc. However, he’ll keep it to a minimum if he feels you’re getting uncomfortable.

If you’re not that into it, if at all, Wade may honestly be put off. At first. Eventually, he’ll decide that while sex is something he very much enjoys, he also very much enjoys having you around to love and love him right back. Besides, that just means he gets to experiment more with toys!

Lots of pancakes and Mexican food

Just. A lot.

You’re gonna be crapping like a goose quite often, just sayin’

Arguments, while not necessarily common, still happen. And they’re usually the result of you accusing Wade of not taking things seriously

Wade’s entire approach to life relies heavily on casting humor in everything -- even if he doesn’t always feel it. But it’s a facade that’s helped him, if not other people, and he’s so used to looking out for himself that it just makes sense to keep on doing things this way.

Unfortunately, sometimes he gets a little too out of hand and can feel immature.

Fights usually end with you leaving to cool off and him stewing alone with the voices and the audience. Eventually, one or the other (usually the voices) remind him that he’s not a lone wolf anymore and that he needs to consider other people again. To which he winds up having a montage about you and feels awful and oh my god, (Y/N), I’m so sorry, please let me treat you to some froyo and then I’ll let you tie me up and you can do whatever you want with me even if it means watching that shitty  Green Lantern movie with that punk, Ryan Reynolds, and --

You have to demand for him to get down from the Starbucks counter that he’s decided to give his proclamation and apologies from about ten times before he realizes you’re about to kick his ass

Fights coming from Wade, however, are when you know you’ve messed up. They rarely happen but when they do, 9/10 it’s about your safety

Yeah, it’s cheesy and cliche, but you know what else is cliche? The protagonist’s love interest getting hurt or killed because of him. And Wade isn’t about to go through that again.

He only really gets like this when a new threat has become present in the city’s underbelly, though, so for the most part, he’s cool

Learning your way around certain weapons

From his days as a regular-looking merc to the current days where he’s a merc who looks like he’d rubbed his face in a briar patch, Wade has been a master with weaponry.

He wants to make sure that you, too, can properly use them should the time come for him to gather up his allies for a climatic showdown at a warehouse or something

You don’t get it, but you go along with his lessons

To his glee, you take to guns pretty well once you get used to the kick

When you hit a couple of bullseyes in a row, Wade will not hesitate to tell you how aroused he is

You’re not as good with swords, but that’s okay: “We can be a tag-team, babe! You got the guns and I got the swords! We’ll be so fucking cool -- Holy shit, I gotta get you a suit to match. It’s gonna be hot!! . . . Both literally and, like, not literally. This thing is tight; you’re gonna sweat like a member of the Trump cabinet getting questioned by the press.”

Making . . . acquaintances with the guys at Sister Margaret’s. You wouldn’t necessarily call them friends but you have a pretty good feeling that if something were to possibly happen to you, a decent number of them would at least make an effort to have your back

Mainly because you’re dating Wade and therefore are friends with Weasel

If Wade isn’t around to be your partner in crime or vice-versa, Weasel is your stand-in.

As such, you tag-team loving insults at Wade from time to time.

Okay, your insults are loving; Weasel’s are about as brutal as a true friend’s should be.

You both stand as the Straight Men boring people to Wade’s hare-brained totally well thought-out thoughts

Meeting Colossus and Negasonic during one of Wade’s trips to the X-Men Mansion.

Wade insists that there are other mutants around the house, but there wasn’t enough in the budget for you to meet them

Colossus, while hesitant about someone like you being with Wade, is ultimately just glad that there’s someone around him to potentially keep him grounded since he can’t seem to get through to the Merc

Negasonic seems indifferent to you and even snarkily asks what’s up with you two and why you’re with Wade. But ultimately, she doesn’t think you’re bad. She even threatens a smile when you tell Wade to knock off trying to tease her.

Wade introducing Spiderman as, “The one I’d be with if you hadn’t bewitched me with that figure of yours.”

You try to forgo this and carry on a decent conversation with the other red suit-wearing hero

You and Peter are now friends and exchange texts often, catching movies when you’re home alone and bored and Peter has free time

This, of course, causes Wade to whine and flail like a jealous child and accuse you guys of friend-cheating behind his back.

The best way to silence this is to have a game night or movie night or invite Peter over for Taco Tuesday

Humorous conversations of every shape and breed

You ever woken up in the middle of the night wondering what unicorn farts smell like? If you don’t, Wade will. And you’d best believe that you’re going to talk about it.

No subject really seems to be off limits for you two.

Except for his past to a certain point.

When you guys first started talking, it threw you off and into a canyon by how brazen he was to talk about certain topics that most people would be horrified to even ask about. Eventually he got the idea that you weren’t entirely comfortable with answering some of them, however, and he attempted to lighten up. Eventually, though, when you got comfortable enough, you answered them and asked them right back

Becoming a pro at cleaning up messes -- specifically, blood

You’ve learned to budget to afford copious amounts of bleach and color guard and rubbing alcohol since getting serious with Wade

You tell him time and time again to stop coming into your apartment, thinking it’s okay to drip blood into the damn carpet, couch, or bed sheets but does he listen?

Does Wade ever turn down Mexican food?

You’re not one for sewing up deep wounds, however. You confirmed this after insisting such to him when he asked you to patch up a cleave mark to his chest. Her persisted, and you regurgitated. He apologized, and you had to go lie down on the couch which still smelled of bleach from the last time Wade had arrived.

Those rare but sweet moments where you guys just feel like a normal couple.

Wade is quiet for once and you two aren’t feeling up on each other, but just enjoying each other’s company. Your conversations are simple, but they don’t need to be complex for you to understand what the other is getting at.

Peaceful moments are a rarity for Wade, given his mutation and lifestyle. So there’s a special air about the room whenever these moments occur . . .

They are often broken (and rather quickly) but the smell of something burning in the oven and Wade scrambling up screaming, “MY TAMALES!!”

Nicknames galore between you two.

Wade, having almost no sense of self-censorship, goes wild with what he calls you: Pretty Princess, Unicorn Warrior, Player 2, Sugartits, Babe, Hot Stuff, Sweet Stuff, Beloved Apple of My Eye, My Darling (Y/N), Tootsie Pop, Baby, Sugar, Honeypot, You Beautiful Fool, and Reader (he never explains this one to you, only winks) to name a few. Honestly, you’re pretty sure he just makes them as he goes along because he’s also whipped out some nonsense ones from things that just happen to catch his eye like French Fries, Burrito, Fire Escape, Glow-in-the-Dark Limited Edition ACDC Poster (GDLEACDC for short)

You try to keep up, but usually wind up sticking to basics because keeping up with Wade can be exhausting: Honey, Babe, Bae, Daddypool, Wadey, D.W. (Double W), King Avocado, Chimichampion, Sweetie, Sweetums, and Sugarpants. You also call him Prince, but that’s for special occasions as you’ll see further below . . .

Laughter

God, you don’t remember laugh so much in your entire life!

Even if you and Wade don’t necessarily share the same sense of humor, the man has a gift: He can always find something or someway to put a wide smile on your face and make you cackle until your face, stomach, and even the back of your head hurt.

The laugh lines you begin to develop are what Wade finds the sexiest about your looks.

After dat sweet ass of yours

Pain. It’s inevitable. Because as resilient as Wade is both in personality and physically, it’s all due to a painful, ongoing process from which he will likely never be cured.

Usually, he’s fine: He can go days, even weeks without noticing the pain or even feeling it all together. He describes it as something that occasionally fades due to constant exposure to it, so he’s fine and dandy to go out, grab a drink, visit an arcade, kill a dude, take a jog in the park . . . You know, the usual stuff.

But other days . . . It’s bad

Other days, he can’t even get out of bed. The pain is excruciating to the point where even the tears that seep out sting

You want to hold him through this -- he wants you to hold him through this. But it’s a just plain bad idea.

The most you can do is be nearby him, make your presence quietly known, feed him soft, nurturing foods that won’t draw as much attention to how sensitive he is. He also will ask you to read to him. He says he doesn’t care what, but you’ve noticed he critiques less when it’s children’s fairytales.

You’re pretty positive that when you read stories about the prince saving a princess, he’s imagining himself saving you. Only he’s the way he used to look, and not some batter-faced bozo with a whole lot of problems on his plate.

You therefore make it a point to call him Prince when he’s in such a vulnerable state. You want him to know that you love him as is; to hell with those cliche fairytales and what they think beauty is! This is your story and you’re going to damn-well look like it, not having some beings from Mt. Olympus come down and portray you! (Though Wade would very much like to be played by Hugh Jackman. I mean, he’s not doing Wolverine anymore, so he’s got an open spot now, right? Right??)

Wade’s resilience helping him pull through the agony. And once he’s back on his feet, he’s quick to smother you with hugs and kisses.

Because even though he may seem to overdo it to the point where it may not appear genuine, Wade adores you, he appreciates you. He practically worships the ground you walk on, if in a way that only Wade could probably pull off and still seem charming. And he never wants you to doubt that.

Because you listen to him, you care for him, you stick by his side despite knowing exactly what he does and what it entails. You put up with him and his shit not just on a friendly level, but a romantic one and well and he sometimes has trouble comprehending it and has to talk to nothing the audience just to sort out his thoughts and conclude, yet again, that you’re goddamn amazing and he doesn’t deserve someone like you in spite of your insisting otherwise. (Of course, he’ll easily accept your argument that he does deserve you and tackle you with cuddles.)

And in this world, it’s you, him, the audience, and the voices. And if it all came down to it, Wade would and always will choose you to be the companion he wants to talk to the most. About everything and nothing, until the end of time.

[dragon-moms]

Entry 134 - Gloria

Tonight we started exploring a ruin.

I woke up after our meal with Caroline and Juliet. Baroness seemed particularly stressed by it. But I had to hand it to Merry, they did seem a bit less on edge afterwards. Still, I headed to the farm as the sun set to make sure I was reading things correctly.

I spotted the farmers and Myrmidon working in the field, but I noticed Dagger, out in the open this time, working on something as well.

“Hi, Gloria…” ey said, moving charcoal against the page of the sketchbook ey were working in and not looking up.

“Hey,” I said. “Everything going okay?”

“Yeah, I guess,” ey said. “I realized I didn’t say much at the meal, even though you asked me to, so I tried to talk more today while they were working, but I feel like I just freaked them out…”

“It takes a bit of getting used to, just hearing your voice out of nowhere,” I said. “Don’t worry about it.”

“I guess so…” ey said, still drawing.

“Can I take a look?” I asked.

Dagger shrugged and showed me. The sketch seemed to be of the two farmers, talking in the fields as the sun set. There were lots of shadows.

“That’s really nice,” I said.

“Myrmidon was all ‘why not show off your talents as our mother did to make them comfortable’ or whatever…” Dagger said, sighing. “I don’t know why I listened to them… just that bored I guess...”

“I think giving this sketch to Caroline and Juliet is a great idea,” I said.

“Maybe…” Dagger said, form compressing a bit to make em smaller.

I checked in with Myrmidon, Caroline, and Juliet, who all seemed fine, and headed back to camp.

“We were waiting,” Ivana said in an annoyed tone as I landed.

“For what?” I asked.

“We’re gonna explore!” Flare said, grinning. “Don’t you want to come, Mommy?”

“I was just going to go alone with Flare, but he fucking insisted you come,” Ivana said, looking to Flare.

“I thought she’d want to,” Flare said.

“You thought literally everyone would want to. You asked everyone,” Ivana said.

“Well, yeah! It’s a quest!” Flare said. “Oh, maybe we should ask the farmers before we…”

“That’s alright, terror,” I said. “You’re going to explore? You mean the ruin?” I said.

“We can get in. Well, Flare can get in, so I have to bring him,” Ivana said. “So we need to start reconnaissance. The information I have suggests we’re looking at something unrealistically gigantic, so we don’t have time to waste, just in case.”

“I thought Baroness said you needed to do more research,” I said.

“Well, we can only get in while I sing and stuff, and it closes really quick if I miss a note or something… Baroness wants to figure out a more stable way to keep the door open,” Flare said. “But Nobody says the solution to that might be inside, which makes sense! So, let’s go!”

“Just tell him you’re staying here so I can finally get going,” Ivana said.

“...no, I’ll come,” I said.

I felt the intensity of Ivana’s glare through her mask.

“What, do you want to watch after Flare while you look around?” I asked.

“...good point,” Ivana said. “Let’s go.” She took to the air.

“Wait for me!” Flare said, joining her.

I followed, and soon we were in the field. It was dark out now, and we had passed Myrmidon heading back to camp. There was nobody in the field. Just crops.

“Alright, here I go!” Flare said, and started singing, badly.

The ground rumbled, and I must admit my jaw dropped as I watched a large chunk of earth lift high into the air.

“Go now!” Ivana yelled, snapping me out of it, and we ran down the staircase that had been revealed. Flare followed us, and then stopped singing, and the ground dropped back into place behind us.

For a moment, there was darkness. And then I was almost blinded as light burst from the walls.

“What the fuck,” I said, wincing.

“Crystals,” Ivana said. “Like your skeleton friend uses. Don’t pretend to be surprised.”

“It was just bright,” I said, annoyed. “And this feels different.”

“It’s like sunlight and stuff,” Flare said, smiling.

“Yeah, that. Good call, terror,” I said.

“Maybe,” Ivana said, looking away.

A passage lead down, with glowing crystals at regular intervals, and a strange small ledge of stone that stuck out from the wall at about eye level and ran down as far as I could see. I turned and looked to where we came from. It just looked like smooth stone, but on the ceiling was inscribed a series of circles.

“Come on, don’t fall behind,” Ivana said, already heading down with Flare.

“Yeah,” I said, and headed after them.

“I’m going to keep an eye out for traps, so just try not to touch anything, Flare,” Ivana said.

“I’ll be good!” Flare said. “Promise.”

“You fucking better be,” she mumbled, and started running claws over the stone walls as she moved.

We moved down farther and farther. Occasionally, Ivana would stop us and work on something I couldn’t quite see.

“Wouldn’t it be more fun just to trigger them?” Flare asked.

“No, terror,” I said.

“Aww,” Flare said, holding his two weird weapons in his claws.

“There,” Ivana said, putting some tools back in pouches as she stopped fiddling with a stone on the side of the path. “Okay, let’s keep going.”

I don’t know how long we went downward. It was a long, long time. “How can this passage even go down this far?” I asked as we walked.

“Could be a trick,” Ivana said. “Like this passage goes on forever unless you do something.”

“Is that possible?” I said.

“It would be some really fucking ridiculous magic, but let’s be honest, that door was already a bit unbelievable. Things that flashy just don’t exist often,” Ivana said.

“Well, Progress isn’t telling me anything else to do,” Flare said. “So I guess we can keep walking and stuff, right?”

“Guess so,” I said.

So we kept moving.

I was about to say we needed to turn around when we saw a door.

“A door!” Flare called, and started running down the passage.

“Stop you idiot!” Ivana yelled.

“Flare!” I said.

A spike of stone burst out of the wall, and I watched as Flare spun and met it with one of his weapons in a response time I couldn’t hope to have met even back in my prime. The stone spike cracked and stopped. Flare kept running.

“Fuck,” I said.

“Don’t tell me you didn’t know how ridiculous he is,” Ivana said.

“I knew, but I haven’t seen it in action much,” I said.

“It makes me fucking nervous,” Ivana mumbled.

“Why?” I asked.

She looked at me with a flash of anger in her eyes, then started walking forward. “Because he’s the first person I’ve met I doubt my ability to kill.”

“Look at this!” Flare said as we approached. He pointed to the ledge on the wall, which ended in a small door. “It’s a human door!”

“No way,” Ivana said.

“Well, I guess it is a little big…” Flare said, leaning in to consider it more.

“We’re too deep into the dragon lands for human construction. As far as records show, humans have never really lived anywhere near here until relatively recently, history-wise. Also this pathway is fucking dragon-sized, or haven’t you noticed?” Ivana said.

“Still, though,” Flare said.

“We’re not going to find any answers in this long hallway,” I said.

Ivana made a noise. “Let me check the door.” She looked it over, and eventually, pushed it open.

“Fuck,” she said.

“Fuck…” I agreed.

Flare just started laughing happily, and ran through the door, and took to the air.

There was enough room to take to the air.

I had never seen a chamber this big. Even the Grand Bazaar at the Peak wasn’t big enough you could fly in it. The ceiling was covered in crystals, bathing the whole area in light, and revealing more places than I could count.

“There really is a whole fucking territory down here,” Ivana said quietly. “I fucking found it…”

“Look!” Flare called from a ways away. “There’s like, all these constructions and stuff! Little places! Like at the Peak! But weird!”

“Get back here, terror,” I called. “There may be more traps.”

“Okay,” he said, sounding disappointed, flying back towards us.

“This place has to be fucking full of treasure,” Ivana said, holding her head in her claws. “This could be it...  fucking too late, this could be it… fuck…”

“We need to head back,” I said. “There’s no way we have time to search this now.”

“Aww, really?” Flare said. “But it looks so neat!”

“I hate to admit you’re right, but you’re right,” Ivana said. “At least it’ll be faster to get back here, now that I’ve dealt with everything.”

“But we could stay down here, maybe!” Flare said. “There’s like… so much!”

“Maybe after we’ve secured it, terror,” I said. “With everyone else.”

Flare thought about this, and nodded. “That makes sense.”

About halfway back up the long passage, it hit me.

I started laughing.

“What?” Ivana said, annoyed.

“We found the White Dragons,” I said, still laughing. “We… this might all turn out okay… I might get to go home...”

“Yeah!” Flare said, smiling.

“I wouldn’t count on it,” Ivana said. “You really fucked things up, you know.”

“You’re probably right,” I admitted.

But a weight had been lifted from my back, it felt like.

As we exited the passage into the morning sun, I smiled.

Just a little.

There’s still lots to be done.

But I could take a moment.

[puppy-the-mask]

OK! I was doodling a thing which turned into a full on comic, but it gave me an idea!

So for my Epither babs, Eclipse lives in an apartment with 3 roommates.

In the roleswap version- since eclipse is now a mask I kinda disregarded them- BUT! While I was drawing the thing- which was set in a kitchen- I realized ‘that’s a big fridge for 3 people’ since i have the twins living with Chief. Then I sketched more of the kitchen and was like ‘this is a big kitchen for an apartment- utilities like this are usually only in houses!’ So anyways- the 3 are still roommates with them. And since that would make 6 people living together they just all went in on a house together. It also fits cause Chief used to do crime- same as Eclipse- so them meeting instead isn’t that far a stretch!

Wait, does this mean I gotta flesh out characters for the roommates now... cause one of them is basically a big blank other than ‘old mercenary dude, traps, ends up adopting stupid younger OOOOOH SHIT I GOT IT. SWITCHING BACK TO REGULAR EPITHET BABS FOR A SEC,

So basically Merc was a Banzai VP, Solaris was a Captain under him, Grant and Eclipse were Blasters- Eclipse working under Solaris and Grant under a different Captain. (eclipse was suckered in by Sol and befriended Grant during outings under Merc). Eclipse leaves after a little cause she was just here to support her friend and this is too much for her- she’s got her own things going on. Not long after the VP Merc was paired with got promoted and he decided to leave aswell, having gotten attatched to the kid and seeing where she was coming from, Sol and Grant following him. They all ended up moving in with Merc. Sol after he his family found out about the blasters and disowned him, Eclipse after emancipating herself from a toxic family, and Grant- no bad home life, he just wants to be there for his friends, they’re like little siblings to him.

So basically Merc adopted his closest underlings.

Something similar probably happens in the swap au, except Chief wouldn’t tie himself down to the blasters and probably just kept running into them or something like that where they became friends. He mentions offhandedly that he’s got some friends planning something big and might need a place to live if it goes wrong. It goes wrong.

Merc now has 2 new daughters. What do you mean they’re not his kids? They’ve always been his- their old family? Nope, don’t exist. You were hallucinating. These are his lovely daughters whom he would never change so kindly fuck off.

It’s kinda hard to swap them around, Grant and Sol is obvious- Sol would just bring his siblings around or they would visit sometimes. Grants wouldn’t cause now he’s the disowned one. But with Merc I have no one to swap him with unless I wanna bring in yet ANOTHER character from GitM and the only one I can think of is he BBEG of the story. Where Merc would go on to rank higher and higher in the Blasters and keep adopting more and more underlings while BBEG leaves with his few and idk. Cause he’s kinda an asshole. That’s not how I’m letting my babies live- so he’s getting dad friend tendencies. OK so Merc keeps moving up, not so nice- more manipulative (traps- duh) whole BBEG and his bois who see through this guy back off and leave. BBEG is cool with crime, he’s still got his kinda twisted ideals but severely dimmed down, he’s also good at being a caregiver- not exactly emotionally or verbally- but he can take care of their ramshackle family well enough. He’s also good with Grant (and the girls-kinda) cause he knows what it’s like to be disowned and how to heal from it.

...

Why do I do this to myself, I’m slowly making myself like my own villain. I actually wanna write about these goons and I know it’ll just make it worse. Oh stars and don’t even get me started on HIS family, I’d have to bring in his sister and find someone to swap HER with. This is a mess, I need sleep, welcome to my thought process for literally all the things