#meeker’s dump

[aosiawritings]

The time Hasbro stole Disney (Meeker’s dump lost episode by TariqToons Tv)

Cw for murder gore, swearing. Very scary 😢

It was a dark and stormy night. Supply Bag was on the couch, watching My Little Pony, his favorite show next to South Park. Plug walked up to him.

“Supply bag, stop hogging the damn tv I need to watch Breaking bad and stop hogging all the hot Cheetos”

Supply bad looked back at his roommate with sympathy in his eyes, setting the bag down.

“Sorry plug, but, its a good show! You can watch with me if you want and we can both watch My Little Pony!”

Plug groaned.

“no thanks you.”.

He went upstairs and slept through his summer. All of the sudden, he heard a highpitched, yet muscular laughter. It came from the tv. He approaches the Televisom and sees Mickey mouse with hyper realistic-

“This is bullshit.”

Turns it off. He goes back to bed, unfazed.

Downstairs, Supply bag continues watching MLB and doesnt realize the static background. Probably that new TV malfunctioning in one day! That is not good!he walks towards the tv. He calls out for Plug. Plug comes downstairs

.

“What?” He said

“The TV is making weird noises!” Supply bag replied.

“God fucking damn it. Let me see.”

Plug examines the somehow malfunctioning tv, however, this was not a normal malfunction. It has pink glowing. Which turned into rainbow glowing.

“Oh fuck,” they both said.

Right before they could say anything they transported to the pony world! In the TV!

“Where are we?” Plug asked as supply bag Sgasped.

“We’re in Ponyworld! Yay!!!!!!”

“great.”

They look around the world together, it was so nice and pink.

“Hey there new friends! Welcome to My little pony! :D”

“Oh boy, a new pony sheep thing!” Plug looked in disgust as SB said that, excidetly.

Then 2 others appeared one was a black haired woman with flowers in her head with a green leafy dress. Another was a short man who is assumed. To have jaundice colorful helmet and wings.

The sheep pony declared themselves

“I’m Dusk Bellwhether!”

“I’m mother earthel!”

“And I’m Trainbow!!!”

They looked at the three ponies?

“Uhmm… questions. Why aren’t you guys actual ponies? I mean, you guys are nice, but this is My Little Pony, not My little Brony. Hope this helps!”

Silence. S

“SILENCE”

A voice yelled, startling the object duo.

“Now what?” Plug snarled.

A blonde girl, about 16 years old, blonde short hair with girly purple and cyan clothes.

“Welcome to pony world! I am nizzei, the princess of ponies!”

“What- serious,,, YOU’RE NOT EVEN A PONY-“

“Anyways, wanna tour?” She smiles

“I’m glad too, I’m supply bag, and this is plug, he’s a rough guy! But he has a heart of gold.”

“Can you not say tha-“

“Wonderful, let’s get started!”

Nizze teleports them because she is a alicorn princess

“This is canterlot, this is equestria! And we have so much more to show!”

“This is the library, I love reading! Just like twilight did!” Dusk says.

“This is cloudsdale, a plathe for pegathai!” Trainbow added as they teleport to the clouds.

“And this is Ḥ̷̢̛͙͈͇̤̖͖͎͖̫͍̝̖̰͎̱̗͍͚͉͍̞̰̝̲̳̉̒̐̽̈́͊͂̉̽̋̊͗̐̒̋̆͛͂͂̈́̚͘͜ę̸̧̡̛̩̠̼̬͍̫͎̻͓͙̝̮̩̰̤̲͇̺͉̩̩̜̉̐̌̾̈́̃̉͌͌́́́̅̔̓̆́̔̊͒̄͌̈́̅͆̀̿̉̃̄̉̀͊͊̀̃̃̋́̔͘͜͠͝͝͝l̴̨̨͎̤̝̺̩̻͙͖̳̭̟̳͚͖̥̰̝̞̯̣̘̗̫̝̪̲̘͚̰̬͎̦͕̈́̈́͊̅͐̂̉͆͌̋͐̈́̐̃͑͛͛̉̾̉͊͊͌͌͂́̍͋̈́̏͂̓͒͒́̌̆́͂̀̍̕̕̚͝͝p̷̨̡̡̨̛̙̗̳̹͚̰̻̭͇͚̪̫͛̋͊̀̈̏̅͋́͒̎͌͑̏́̅͝ͅ ̷̓̈́̋̒̃͋̎̋̽̿̇̀̕̕̚͝��̡̪̜͓̜̬̙͇͙̮̟͔̘̻̞͙̞̗͎̱̬̻̣̲̬͉̭͔̦̜͙͚̲̙̔̿̈͌̀̑̇͜m̴̯̍̾͗͗̆̔͋͐̉̈̅͌͠e̶̡̛̯̠͉̤͖̻͍̬̘̼̰̜̥̜͑̑̄̀̔̏̌̀̂̂̂͆̒̽̔̀̔͂̀̓̅̆̆̂̀̈́̾͐̐̂͘̚͘͘͠͠͝ ̶̘͈͙͑͌̍͗͐̈̆̇͊͊͋̈́͌́̓̒̆͋̀̃͒͊͘̚̚͜͝͝I̶̛̱̬̰̣͎̙̥̫͓̼͎̝͇̪̓͌̀̍̑̋͑́͆̐̈́̈͠͝ͅͅ ̴͓̬͍͎͍̦̻̘̦͕̤̬̅̿̍͝ͅm̵̡̨̧̛̯̺̟͓̪̫̲̤̣̘̭̳̰̜̪̽̈̒̅̕͘i̸̛͆́͑̑̑̃̍͌̈́̈́̐ͅş̶̡̥͉̭͉͉̳̮̩̳̥̳̜̹̻̻̓͌̒̈́ş̵͕͖̼̣̠͙̝͓̞̥̝͙͚̬͐́̊́́̒͑̈́̍̀̃̒̂̃̊̐̄̋̽̓̌̑͛̀̚̚͝͝͝͝͠ͅ ̸̢̡̡̛̛̛͕͍̘͙̪̭̞̙̯̾̏̓̎͛̂̄͐̓͗͗̿͐̿̿̓́̓̉͆̾̒͘̚͜͜͝m̵̲̞̙̠̻͙̄̐̀̾̌̎̽̾͋͑̆̅̏̅̓̈́̄͗̽͑̈́̓̑́͊̓̀̏̈͌̑̀̍̊͝͝͝͝͠y̶̛̖͆̀̽̌̿̽͌͆̄̃̽̽̊̒̍̾̄͐̆̉̊͐͛́̿́̊͆͆͝͝͠͝ ̷̛̛̛̛̙͖͔͖̝͚̜͔̘̱̖̖̗̼͈̓̐̏̿̈̌̈̒͂͗̎̓̾̔̆̑̍̈́͂̑̉̈́̅̋̕͝͠͝d̸̨̧̡̨̧̳̱̰̼͈̰̝̗̠͙͇̖̭̼̺͈̰̥̪̼̘̰̊͒͛̅̿̂͋̈̐͌̊̒͂̇͂́́͗̂̒͘͝ą̵͍͈̘͎̳̘̟̰̫̆̑̿̓̍͋̍́̈́̃͊̀͊̃̋̚u̷̡̖͙̪̯̥̰̠̰̞͔͍̹̻̞̯̙͕̯̓́̔̌͌̋̋̍̀̐̀̇̍̄͒̚͘̕͝ͅͅģ̵̨͉̝̳̥̩͎̘͔̗̯̦͕͉͍̱̬̼͇̤͈͍͍͎̗̍͆̀́̊̄̌͊̇̀͊͋̔͗̒̈́͆̐͌̕͜͝͝h̸̛̳̗̻̖͙̫̱͇͇̻̣̟͈͇̞̪̒͆̑̈́̀̍̅̏͒͐̊̉̃̿͊͛̀̂͆̄͛́͛̊͘̚͝ͅţ̸͓͕̭̹͕̯͎̪̮̜͖͉͚̩̳͉͍̻͙͚͖̜͔̫̹̼̱̳̻͎̩͙̼̺̙̝̘̮͖̀̂͒͂̏̃̏͋͐̈́͛̌̂̓̈́̽̓̓̒̓̄̈̓͐̒͆̕̕̚͜͠͝͝͝ͅͅȩ̷͓̝͎̹̳̼̗̪͙̗͉̬̰͓̙͇̹̩̖̻̖̗͙̦̭̱̤̟̣̮̬̳͈̟̘̥̱̑̌̐̆̂͘͜͜͝ͅr̴̡̛̫͚̬̺̖͉̗̭͔̗̹̹̱͈̖̩̊͌̈́̅̐͊͂̊͆̈̄̍̓̂͊̈̿̒͊̊̏͌̿̎͐̕͘͜͝”

Silence again.

“End of tour! Wait… OH NO I FORGOT! THE TRANSFORMATION!”

“The what?” Plug commented.

Nizziw walks up to them and wraps her arms around the duo. Kidnapping them. They were sent to the dark place.

“Last part of the tour, become us!”

“What… WHERE ARE WE?” plug demanded.

“The transformation place, silly! It’s required by equestrian law!”

“That doesn’t seem… nice! I think we should just-“

“Just what, supply bag??? let two measly objects roam around our place without moderation??? I wont let that happen..”

Her eyes turned hyper realistic bloody red.

“Seriously, I’d rather die than watch this.” Plug commented again.

“NO! PLEASE THERES GOTTA BE ANOTHEE WAY!”

The three “ponies” who were now Dawn bellwhether, Mother Goethel, and turbo transformed into more darker and eviler versions of themselves with hyperrealistic blood eyes,

“Seriously, oh my god, think of something original guys!”

“Our little pony! Our little pony, that is what friendship’s all about,” they sang an repeated. Like a cult.

W̴̨̡̨̞̩̩̹̬͕͉̲̖̗̠̘̪͍̩̠͈̓͋̄͋̎̈́͂̑̂̀͌͌̓̑̏͌͐͐͂́̎́̇̇̾̑̋̕̕̚̕̚͘͘͠͝ẻ̷̢̧̧̡̢̧̛̛̲̰̳̠͖͓̯̗̗̮̝̪̞̟͉͚͙̖̜̺̖͙̘̻͓͇̖͙̜̻͈̗̘̤͔̖̞̹͂̈́̀̽͛͒̎̐̆̾͂͋͛͗͂̍̐͑͂͐̀͌̎̄͗͛̂̍̽͗̓̑̂̌̄̌̆̚͝͝͠͝͝’̸̢̛̬̒͐͆̈́̾͛̅̐̈́́̍̄̾̄͑͌̆̈́̓͆̌͊̽̈́̊̐̑̓͑͗̈̓̂͘̚̕͘͝r̷̡̢̞͉̉͗̑͗̈̏͛̃̓͂̄̊̈́͛͊͗͛̾͛̀́̂̂͒̓͛̊̈̐̃̽̍̽̓͘͜͝ę̶̢̨̡̨̛̙͇̘̤͇̮̦̥̣̣̹̝̳͔̻̠̣̝͇̹̘̞͇̻̺̖̯̭̱͉̭̺̥̔͑͒̏̋̐̀͛̕͜͜͜͠ͅ ̵̢̼͎͔͉͍̩͓̣̂͑̌̑̋͆̊̈́̀̐̌͊̎͂͝͝ͅṅ̸͎̗̲̹͕̤̱͙̻̯̼͌͋̈́̿̈́̂̐̏̿͜͝ơ̴̗͔̜̺̜͎̫̬̥̟̻͓̟̳̘̈̏̋́̆͋̃͊́̾̾̎̋̇̅́̉͌̈́͜͜͝ ̵̡̝̳̖̦̰͔̱̙̈́̇͂̏̌̂̅͒̍̅͆̈̏̏̄͑͝l̷̨̨̧̞͉̣̮̘̟͙͓̲̠̲̲̲̝̬͇͍͓̘̝̯̞̥͚̬̮̎͗͗̀̀͆̈͒̊͋̀̂́̾͊͒́́́̍̾̚̕̕͠͝͝͝o̴̧̢̡̢̨͍̠̠̹̮̪̥̪͎͙̹͔͉̤͕͇̭͚̣̜̺͓͚̟͇̻̰̥̳̪̗̅̑ͅn̴̰̯̰̮̳̟̣̬͓̺̮̤͑̾̈͒̂͝ͅģ̷̨̤͎̭̤͙͚̭͈̪̮̭̫̘͎̗͎̬̱͓̠͍̻̹̱̯̥̠̠͈̝̳̯̟͕̺͈͍̻̏͋̄̀͊͋̊̂̅̿̓̌̎̈́́̓̃́̓͐͐̈̈́͒̓͂́̇̆͆́͂̀̈́͌̂͒̇̕͘͘͜͠͝͠͝͠ͅȩ̶̧̡̛͕̝̤̗͖̫͉͈̬͍̮̱̙͚̩̺̲̰̯͔̤͉̹̩̯̰̞̹̟̝̭͙̥̩̭̓̈́̂͆̾̈̓̆͑͆̈̅̔̔̓̋̈́̊̌͂̓̎͋͂̈́̉͊̎̓̽͋̑̑͜͝͝͝r̶̢̗̩͖̜͎͖͙̫͍̯̦͍̺̠͚̺̦̜̼̬̩̫̓̎̈́̉̑́̇͛̒͗̅̋̿̿̆̂̏́̋͊̽̀̓̊̾̓̿̾̎̄̆͒͌̔͘̕͘͘̚͘̕͜ ̷̧̡͙̦̮̖̲̟̹̪͔̼̓̽̃̍́̅͌̓̅̈́͛̂̐͘͝͝͠͝D̸̡̨̛̲̬̜̠̺͙̳͖̖̤̟͖̪͓̖͙͈̤̪̝̲͖̀̓͆̔͌̈̔̇̈̊̒͒͌͌̂̒̍͜͜͝͠͝ͅi̵͕͓̞̲̩̤̣͍͚̦̘͇̣̤͗̌́͑́̓̇̌͛͋͛͐̐͋̇́̒̔̍̿̏̓͂͋̀̀̒̔͘̕͠͝s̸̛̻̼͕̻̟̍͆͑̎̃̽̓͛̿̏̈́͂́͊̿͜͠ņ̶̧̡̧̛̳͉͚̙̼̞̦͔̱̞̙͖̹̯̫͔͍̣̘̫͍͓̩̺̹̮͖͔̳̠̝̫̔̐̈́̽̄̋̈́́̐̌͆́̃̀̐͗͜͝͠͠e̴̢̛̙̻̜̳̬̻͚͉͍̤͖͍͇̩̲̭̫̠̬͍̓͌́̈̀̄̾̈́̏͒͘͜y̵̨̢̡̡̡̢̗̺͓̼̠̹̼̩̫̖̣̩͈̖̞̝͚̘͓̮̥̥̥̤̬̥̪̰̫͙͎̭̘̫̖̜͆̏͋͊̀́̀̇̋̓̈́͊͂͌̂̈́̅̀́́̄̊̽͑̈́̈́̀̔̔̿͂͆̏͋͆͐̈͘͜͜͜͝ͅ ̴̨̛̟̗̹̝̰͎͓̠̩̰̹̞̬͖̭̗̤̮͍͉̠͈̠̪͓̤̱̰͓̽̀̂̈͗̄͝w̶̢̨̢̖̯̜̖̙͍̻̼͈̪̗̦͎͙̻̠͖̤̘͉͎͙̠̻̤̥͍̗͕̫͚̙͖͇̻̲̦̥̹̫̼̗͙̄̊̃͗̋̍̄͒̊̈͂̂̀̏͋͗̀͌̍̉̕͘͜͝͝͝͝ͅê̷̢̼̼̮͍̦̦̟͍̹͇̲̬̺͙̜͙̼̈́͗͌̀̀̈̀̓͑̑͛̓̉͒͋̕͘̕͜͜͜ͅ’̷̟͕͉̈́͐̋̿̔̈̎r̵̨̡͖̗̱̪͖͔̲̜̩͓͇̱̮̥͚̣̰̤̯͓̃̈́̋́͛̊͊̿̄͜͝ę̷̧̛̗̫̩͓̗̳͚̤̯͙̠̝̝̖͔̩͉̪͔̹͉̭͈̪̂̒̃́̂̈́̐̐̈̊͂̒̅̄̆̽̀̇̀͑͂͒̔̉́͑͑͋͊̈́͗̾̀̐̔̓̕͝͠͝ ̴̧̛̫͔̝͚̟̘̫͕̙̗̖̜͓̭̲̙͓̌͐̑̄͗́͗̅͛͆̀̋͌͜h̴̡̧̧̝͖̤̫̬̬̪̭͉̜̲̳̫̳͚̤͍̫̜̺͙̲̺̠̮̠̎̇̆̌̒̽͆̈́̐̾̈͋̋̓̅̂͒̀͑̾̓̈́̎̈́͌͛͘̕̕͜͝͝͝a̴͈͍̘͎̗̱̙͕̩̯͓̖̪̪͉͈̤͖̖̓̌̈͗̒͊̍̃͜͜s̶̡̡̧̝̯̩̬̼̞͍̜̭͕̤̭̠̜̞̳̭̤̻̘͈͍͚͍͓̳͚͎̖̟̰̙̹̟̣̘͔̞͈̫͖̝̔̌̀́̿̉̂̑̏̆͌̀̈́͊͊̑̋̾̍͂̒̾̊̈́́̏̇̄́͊́͐͗̊̏̎̀̇̈́̍͑̀͘̚̕͜͠ͅͅb̸̛̛̛̬͍̳̙̱̝̰̮̥̭̭̹̹͈̗̥͛̈́͐̀͐̃͗̐̉̄͌̽͌́͋͆͆͊͒̀͐̓̌͊̃́́̍̓̓̚̕͜͜͝r̸̨̦̤̘̩͕͚̝͎̲̻̘͖̮̠̻͙̯̯͍̩̝̯̪̟̤̭̠̟͔̤̙͚͇͖̰̹̼̮̘̖͚̻̎͑͋̀̂͗̑̑̃̅͜ͅͅǫ̵͔͔͍̩͎̇̃͑̏̐͂̎̐̋̄̃͗̉̔͐̍́̀̔͘͝͝

The four ponies growled. All of the sudden. A bald man with a mustache and glasses with a sidepartner with lab coats came in.

“Jesse. We need to cook.”

The ponies were terrified.

Then men used their abilities to defeat the so called ponies and saved Plug and SB.”

“Your welcome boys.”

They go back home and rethink their life choices.

“Plug, if I ever learned anything.”

Silence 3.

“What is it?.”

“I’ll never watch My little pony alone, ever again.”

“Know what? I’ll watch it with you.l

Then uhh the end.

[jackhammerhim]

Meeker’s Dump Season 1 Episode 1 - Supply Bag And Plug Kill A 10-Year-Ol...

Come on... you know you want to... (this is good and cool and you should watch it)

[envy-of-the-apple]

In your recent fic, the sun eats the moon, what made Gojo have such an obsession after mc gave him her spare chocolate milk. Like that's what's been driving me crazy, one chocolate milk was all it took for him to ruin her life, like it intrigues me so much, I wander if we'll ever get his pov

It didn't really start there. It was more like a spark of interest, but Satoru has always been the one to just go for the things he wants. He's assertive like that.

In the fic, it does take a couple of weeks for his obsession with Ms.Moon to fully bolster. He starts hanging out with you more, and his attraction to you starts with how different you are compared to his usual crowd. You're meeker, a people pleaser, but you aren't tripping over your feet trying to cater to him. You're just genuinely nice, and he hasn't really seen that in someone before. He likes the sincerity. It might be a cliche, but if it works it works, right?

I'd argue that if you had just said yes in the beginning, things probably would have ended great. Gojo probably would have dated you for a bit, got bored, and then dumped you. Not the most romantic, but definitely a lot more ideal.

But then you rejected him. Him, of all people. Something hinted throughout SEM is that Gojo isn't used to people saying no. His constant comparisons to the sun are proof enough for that. But you say no to him. He can't wrap his head around it, how someone as insignificant as you could reject him.

That's where his obsession starts. Really, it wouldn't have mattered how nicely you let him down. How many excuses you'd give him. No means no and he can't stand not having something he wants. Despite technically being an adult, he's still a kid. Stomping his feet when he cant have a new shiny toy.

It's still not love, not yet. I don't think he ever stops seeing you as something he owns, but after a while he does start to think how nice thing's would be if you two stayed together for a little while longer. Despite how rude you were in the beginning, you're nice now, so he can forgive you. Maybe someday, you'll make an honest man out of him.

When he confesses his love for you in that locker room, it's real. To him, at least. By then, you would have spent a few months under his arm. He's not as mean now, and you have carved a place for yourself in his heart. Even then, he wouldn't really care if you like him back. His narcissism is enough for both of you.

tldr: Gojo is a Sagittarius

[companionjones]

Alyssa Vaughn

Pairing: Pre-established!Beck Oliver x Fem!Reader

Fandom: Victorious (Nickelodeon)

Summary: Based on the Victorious episode “Jade Dumps Beck” where you take the place of Jade. Some things are changed.

Warnings: Cursing

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    “You know, they filter the fist pee out before we drink it,” you informed, sitting down at the lunch table between André and Beck.

    André quirked an eyebrow. “How do they do that?”

    You paused. “I-I don’t know.”

    Beck hummed knowingly. “Exactly.” Just then, he got a text message. Beck moved to respond.

    The only people you knew to text Beck were his family and your little friend group at Hollywood Arts, so your curiosity got the better of you. “Who’s that?”

    Beck played it off unconvincingly. “Oh, just some girl from yoga.”

    André asked the obvious question. “What’s her name?”

    “Oh...you know...Alyssa...Vaughn.” He said her last name quickly as if he was hoping you and André wouldn’t notice.

    You choked on your drink.

    “Alyssa Vaughn? Seriously?” André beat you to the punch. “She’s famous! And hot!”

    “You’re friends with Alyssa Vaughn?” you asked in a voice that sounded meeker than you wanted it to sound.

    Beck nodded. “Yeah. Is that a problem?”

    “No.” You shook your head. And you were telling the truth. Or at least you hoped you were.

    Well, if it wasn’t a problem the, it sure became one soon enough.

    Alyssa Vaughn would text Beck, your boyfriend at least five times a day for a week, unprompted. You didn’t say anything, but it annoyed you to no end. What annoyed you even more, however, was the fact that Beck seemed to have no problem with it.

    “Listen, Alyssa Vaughn is just a friend,” Beck assured you one day in the hallway at school.

    You weren’t buying it. “Yeah. A ‘friend’ who’s already sent you six text messages today...Seven,” you added with an extra annoyed tone when you heard Beck’s phone buzz.

    He rolled his eyes. “You don’t know that’s her.”

    “Is it?” you prompted.

    He checked it. When he saw that it was, in fact, Alyssa Vaughn, Beck decided to change the subject a little. “Okay, let’s see if I understand you. Because you and I date, I can’t be friends with other girls?”

    “You can be friends with all the girls you want! Just not this girl,” you clarified.

    Again, he rolled his eyes. “Why not this girl?”

    “Because she texts you 24/7...and she’s pretty and rich!”

    “Oh, so that’s it. You just don’t want me being friends with pretty girls.”

    “That’s not true!” you fought back. “Cat’s pretty. Tori’s got those cheekbones. Hell, I’m even fine with you and Jade! And you two used to date!”

    Again, he rolled his eyes at you. “You just won’t let that go, will you?”

    “That’s not what I--” you didn’t want to start another fight. “Just please. Drop Alyssa Vaughn.”

    Beck reaffirmed his stance and looked at you dead in the eye. “Or what?”

    “Or what?” You couldn’t believe what this was coming to.

    Beck didn’t back down. “What’re you going to do if I keep talking to Alyssa Vaughn?”

    You stood there for a moment, suddenly feeling very alone. You searched Beck’s eyes, looking for any hint of a joke, but finding nothing. You said the only thing that was left to be said. “I’m breaking up with you.”

    “Fine by me.” There was no hesitation on Beck’s part.

    “Fine.” You swallowed past the lump in your throat, and stormed away from Beck, ignoring the stares from everyone else in the hallway as you went.

    Avoiding Beck was pretty easy, you realised. That had happened at the very end of the day, so you were in the clear then. The only class you had with Beck was Sikowitz’s, and that was in the second half of the day, so you were good until lunch.

    You were perfectly happy sitting on your own at lunch, until André came and sat with you. You didn’t mind him being there either.

    “Hey,” he greeted as he sat back down.

    “Hey,” you greeted back.

    You could actually see André cringe. “So, I heard about you and Beck.”

    “And?”

    “Nothing.”

    A car horn sounded before any other awkwardness could transpire. You turned to see Alyssa Vaughn pull up in the Hollywood Arts’ parking lot with Beck in the passenger seat of her car. You could just make out Alyssa telling Beck, “You’re amazing, you know that?”

    Before your teeth could break from clenching your jaw so hard, you figured it was best to get out of there.

    André found you in the black box theater, alone, crying your eyes out.

    “Hey, hey, sweet girl.” He sat down next to you and put an arm around your shoulder. “It’s okay.”

    “No it’s not,” you cried, “I lost Beck and now he’s running around with freaking Alyssa Vaughn and I’m just...UGH!” You broke down even more and hid your face in André’s shoulder.

    “Shh, shh. It’s okay, sweet girl. It’s okay,” André comforted.

    “What the hell?” came a voice at the main entrance of the theater.

    You were busy wrapped up in your own thoughts, so André was the first to see who it was. “Beck. I was just--”

    “Just nothing. Get off her please.” Beck pushed sounding nothing like the guy you dated.

    “Beck!” You jumped to your feet and put on a brave face. “What are you doing? André was comforting me.”

    “Comforting you about what? You’re the one who broke up with me.”

    “Stop it with your bullshit, Beck. You didn’t want to full-on cheat on me with Alyssa, so you made me break up with you. And now you’re parading her around here like some fucking trophy. Well, you won, Beck. Congratulations. The least you could do is let a friend comfort me while I wallow in self-pity.” At the end of your speech, you collapsed back in the chair you’d been sitting in. You let your head fall into your hands.

    Somebody sat in the chair next to you.

    “I am...so sorry,” Beck started. “I...don’t know what got into me. Someone famous was giving me attention, and I was thinking about my career. I lost sight of everything that I care about. I lost sight of you. You...are all that matters to me. I’m so sorry that I’ve been acting like this. Will you...Could you ever forgive me?”

    You turned to look at him. Instinctively, your eyes darted down to his lips. You leaned in and kissed your ex-boyfriend.

    “So...I think I’ll go now.” André took his leave.

You smiled against Beck’s lips.

    Beck chuckled. “I missed you.”

    “I missed you, too,” you leaned your head on his shoulder.

*******

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[redfoxwritesstuff]

Another Day in Paradise- Chapter 1

Pairing: Eventually Alastor x OFC, later- Alastor x ofc x Lucifer Rated: E for eventual smut Content warnings: It's Hazbin Hotel- this feels redundant. Sex, eventual smut, referenced implied suicide to be discussed in more detail later, drugs, drinking, poor coping, toxic behavior, controlling behavior, cannibalism, idk, it's fucking Hazbin Hotel, if it's worth a content warning it's probably going to come up at some point?

AN: Coping with mental heal spirals with new fandom crack? Fuck yes we are. Did I think I was over simping for cartoons at 33? Also fuck yes, but here we are. Idk how long this will be but hey, it'll get finished eventually if there's interest in it. I'm playing some with the timeline, starting off prior to season 1 and we're running through it.

Chapter 2

Summery: Amber hated her life but she smiled and took what it gave her. She had tried to be a good Christian wife. She tried to give the to God everything he was due. She tried to be devoted enough. She tried to survive the cult she was raised in. She tried until the day she couldn't try anymore and then, she had hoped to never have to try again.

Instead of an eternal sleep as her punishment for not trying hard enough, she woke in the very place she had been taught was a lie fed by false Christians- Hell. With her body changed, her resilience gone and no way to get her feet under her in her new afterlife, she pulled herself up the hill to the newly renamed Hazbin Hotel, tail between her legs and without anything to offer in exchange for mercy and charity.

Could the safety of the hotel provide her what she needs to finally blossom? And what, if anything, could she blossom into? And why is Alastor interested? And what role could she fill for the King of Hell himself?

~~~~~~~~~~<3~~~~~~~~~~<3

Amber opened her eyes, which was something she shouldn’t be able to do. It was supposed to be over. Everything was supposed to be over. It was supposed to have ended. So why was she still alive? 

Sounds flooded her ears as she regained her faculties. That was another thing she was never supposed to do again. Yelling, screaming, explosions, engines and the simple sounds of city life which made no sense. She didn’t live in a city, she lived in bum fuck rural ass no where and more pressingly, she was dead. Or she should have been. 

That was something she had personal seen to, for fucks sake. 

“Good, you’re awake.” A voice that was soft as velvet spoke from a distance. The voice sounded like bells, musicale. 

“Where am I?” She pushed herself up against the wall. 

The room she was in looked to be abandoned, a thick layer of dust covered the ground and trash had gathered in the corners. There was an open exterior door, giving way to what looked like a busy street and the source of the trash. Next to her was a golden office door that looked like it hadn’t been opened in years. Another wall housed a closing elevator door. 

It was from the elevator that the voice seemed to come. 

“For your sins, you’ve been sentenced to an afterlife in hell. Sorry, that sucks.” 

“What?” 

~~~~~<3

That was how her first day in hell went. She had woken up, dumped on a dirty old office floor with a tank top and cargo pants that didn’t belong to her. She didn’t even have shoes on her feet. 

It took less than a month for her to end up exhausted in front of the hotel that promised to rehabilitate sinners. Amber didn’t know if she wanted to ascend to heaven but she did know she wasn’t going to survive on the streets of Pentagram City for much longer. 

She was weak. she was tired. Her body was starved. In her short time in hell she had learned that she like many of her fellow residents, didn’t have fuck all for powers and no way to defend herself. Unlike many of the others however, she struggled to find the fight to gain a foothold. 

After spending a lifetime being told to be smaller, meeker, and weaker, she simply had no bite to her. No one wanted to hire a girl who was too timid to keep their shop from being robbed. No one would rent a flat to a girl who couldn’t manage the income to afford food, let alone the rent. 

Sleeping on the streets, on benches and in whatever alley she could find provided little rest. More often than not she’d wake with a start, hands on her. When she was lucky, they’d just take what little things she had managed to acquire. Other things it was her body itself they wanted. 

Those that bothered her were so much like her though, weak. Powerless. Timid. Easy to frighten. She easy target for them when she was asleep but as soon as she woke, like cockroaches they would scatter. It was better to not sleep.

Refocusing on the present, she took a deep breath and tried to gather the courage she needed. Her heart was in her throat as she stood at the door. 

In life, you didn’t knock on hotel doors and wait to be let in. It was weird. This was weird. She had almost convinced herself to walk back down the hill when the door opened. 

“Hello~” The tall woman swept the door open with such cheer and energy, attention focusing on Amber in a instant. “Are you here for a chance at redemption?” 

“I don’t know.” Amber answered reflexively, honestly. She had heard tell of how kind the Princess of Hell was but being faced with the first ounce of kindness in her afterlife left her speechless and feeling the urge to run just as much as she would have if faced with aggression. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have come.”

The Princess watched her as she turns to leave and though Amber couldn’t explain it, it was like a switch flipped in the tall woman. The kindness and warmth remained but it subdued as she took in Amber’s appearance. 

The Princess’s eyes took stock of the girl in front of her. She was wearing much the same clothes she would have arrived in hell in, if not the very same- it was near standard issue. The girl outside the hotel looked simply rough, hair dirty and tangled. 

“Are you alright?” Amber flinched as the Princess reached out, snagging her fingers. Amber jerked away from the contact on reflex, sure she was going to be hurt. 

“I don’t- I’m not- redemption isn’t for me.” She settled as she backed away a few more steps.”

“You’re new, aren’t you?” Stepping outside of the hotel, the Princess allowed the door to close behind her before she continued. Amber didn’t know it at the time but she was seeing something few had gotten the chance to see- Princess Charlotte caring for one of her people, not Charlie the over energetic dreamer. 

“I’m Charlie. It looks like you’ve had a rough start to your life here. I’m sorry for that. Mom used to have staff that greeted new sinners, helped them find their feet but Dad- He’s fallen away from that. It makes for a rough landing, I bet. Why don’t you come in?” 

~~~~~<3

The princess of hell was in possession of a bleeding heart that made her eager to collect the stray fox regardless of her weak protests at the door.

The reality was, Amber didn’t have the strength to offer much protest at all, though she did try. Trusting in theory was a lot less scary than trusting in reality, she discovered as the Princess dragged her inside the hotel. There were eyes on her as she walked, head down and shoulders slumped but Amber didn’t dare face them. Bitter tears stung at her eyes.

Charlie led her through the halls and to a room to call her own. It was a modest room, though mainly at Amber’s insistence. She had no money to pay for her stay, no hope for redemption and nothing to offer. She wouldn’t take a nice room that they could give to someone better deserving.

“Stay as long as you want. All I ask in return is that you help or participate, even if you don’t think anything will come of it.” Charlie said, as she stood just inside the room. 

“Why?” Amber hated that her eyes stung with emotion she didn’t want to name. “Why are you letting me stay?”

“Because you came for help and this place; it’s about helping people. Clean up, take some time for yourself and when you’re ready, come down. We have dinner at six, if you want you’re welcome to join. You’re safe here.” 

~~~~~<3

Amber didn’t have anything to store in her room. It wasn’t like she could unpack to kill time. She’d have to make do with what she had been ever so generously provided, and she would, without complaint. 

The bed called to her. She was so tired. The call of the shower, of being clean was stronger though. She wouldn’t dirty the bed with the mess that was her clothes, hair and body. 

Dragging herself to the bathroom, she stripped and started washing out her clothes in the bathtub. Dirt, blood and god knows what else dislodged from the fabric while she did the best she could to clean it. It was disgusting.

It was humiliating but she reminded herself that this wasn’t the first time she had washed her laundry in a bathtub. It wasn’t as uncommon as it should have been in her living life. It wasn’t like she had another option, anyway. She didn’t have any other clothes.

She nearly jumped out of her skin when there was a knock at her room door. “Hold on!” Amber called, searching for something to cover herself with. 

“It’s me again.” Charlie’s voice came through the door, “Can I come in?” 

Amber wrapped a towel around her and left the soaked clothes in the bottom of the tub where they made a dirty puddle of water as she made her way to the door. Opening it, she peeked out at the tall woman. 

“I brought you a change of clothes.” She said, passing the bundle to Amber. “They’re some of my girlfriend’s old stuff, she doesn’t really wear them anymore and she’s shorter than me so they’ll fit you better than anything I have. I hope that’s okay?” 

“Why?” Amber could feel the way her ears sagged, nearly flat against the crown of her head. 

“It’s okay.” Charlie smiled down at the little fox demon, so beaten down by the world she was sentenced into. How could someone so meek and timid manage enough sin to end up down here? “I want to help you.”

Amber nodded, shoulders sagging as she tried to will the burning from her eyes. 

“What’s your name?” Charlie asked as she rested her hand on a bare shoulder, softly rubbing while she watched the girl try to hold herself together. 

“Amber.” Her voice was hardly more than a whimper.

“Do you want a hug, Amber?” 

Amber nodded weakly and stepped into the Princess of Hell’s embrace. Charlie’s arms wrapped around her and held her tight. Amber nuzzled her head under Charlie’s chin as the tall woman stroked her hand down the waves of red hair. 

At first, Amber didn’t realize she was crying. She hadn’t had a chance to grieve until now, the life she had lived and all that she had lost. When death encroached on her, she had thought it was over and she could rest. 

Sobs ripped through her chest as she clung to Charlie’s jacket, trusting the towel to stay in place where it was tucked into itself. Amber grieved for the life she had lived and the sins she had committed. She cried for the bodies she saw ripped apart in the streets over the last few weeks. Her shoulders shook with the power of her grief until the tears finally tapered off, soothed away by the soft weight of the Princess’ hand running down the length of her hair. 

“Go get yourself a hot shower, okay? Throw out those ‘welcome to hell’ issued spawn clothes. I don’t know how long you’ve been here but you can start your life over. You can have happy days in hell.” Charlie spoke softly, glancing down the hall and locking eyes with her worried girlfriend before returning her attention to the small girl in her arms. Amber hadn’t realized she never let the woman in, instead stepping out in just a towel. 

“Okay.” Amber sniffled before forcing a smile that felt as weak as it was forced. “I’m sorry for crying on you. So much for everyone being tough in hell.” 

“It’s okay. It’s hell, not everyone’s big bad and tough but everyone is broken.” Charlie smiled down at her and couldn’t resist resting her hand on Amber’s head, fingers stretching between the soft ears. 

~~~~~<3

Soaked clothes were left to drain in the sink while Amber sat in the tub under the burning spray of hot water. Pain, lovely sweet pain she could control filled her senses as she continued to grieve. She had thought she had run out of tears in the Princess’ arms but she had found a new well to tap when the hot water hit her skin. 

Eventually, the tears stopped and she pulled herself off the floor. Mechanically she used the complementary soaps to wash her body. Washing her hair was a struggle, she accidentally sent water and suds into her ears more than once. It wasn’t a great experience but it did manage to shake her out of her sadness and replace it with indignant annoyance. 

“How the fuck do I do this?!” Amber grumbled to herself, pinching an ear between her fingers and pulling it painfully down, trying to block the water from entering the stupid tall ear while trying to rinse suds from the fur and hair around it. 

It took a her a moment to decide what was the proper thing to wash a tail with, a debate that felt surreal. Did you wash a fur covered body part with shampoo or a body wash bar? Dogs were washed with shampoos, she decided, so that was what she would use but God above, she’s never felt so uncertain on how to clean her body in her life. 

It felt weird to her still, to touch her tail. The changes her body had undergone upon her death were strange but easy enough to forget about as long as she didn’t touch them or look at them too long. She could pretend her nails were just freshly manicured for Halloween into claws. While running, hiding and scavenging, it was easy to not see herself and forget about the new form of her body. 

This was the first time she had a chance to come to terms with the changes. It was also the first the she had no choice but to acknowledge them. Still, it was weird. 

In a way, she was thankful all in all. She’d seen imps that look more like monsters and people that looked like massive bugs. She’d seen ogres and people that looked more beast than man. There were people with more than two arms or legs, only one eye or far more than two eyes. Things walked the streets covered in scales and fur and yet she looked oh so similar to what she had in life. 

Why was that? Why did she seem to look so human? Amber wasn’t sure there was a rhyme or reason to anything in hell. 

She squeezed the water out of her tail after wringing out her hair. This was the most she had handled her tail since realizing it existed. Thick dark red fur ran down the length until it gave way to white at the tip. The fucking thing could hold a lot of water in all that fur, that was for sure. When it was wet, it was heavy and uncomfortable.

Wrapping herself in a towel and stepping out of the tub, she prepared to properly face her reflection for the first time. Glimpses in mirrors, glass and puddles had been the most she had braved looking until now. 

There wasn’t a reason to put herself through that stress while trying to survive in a world of monsters. She’d seen people stabbed to death and some man with a dog’s head step over the still warm body as if it was nothing. 

Now she was safe. Or at least, Charlie said she was and it seemed like she could be trusted. What a world Amber had woken up in, where she drags herself to the devil’s daughter’s hotel for charity. And gets it! 

A giggle at the thought threatened to spill from her throat. It was misplaced, a reaction to stress and anxiety. Wiping off the steam from the mirror as the giggle died down, she took a deep breath and faced herself. 

In life, her skin had been olive and kissed by the sun. Now she looked washed out, pale as a corpse. That was a common skin tone, she had noticed in the last few weeks. Everyone looked pale as the dead if their skin wasn’t covered in fur, even those with darker skin tones were washed out and ashen.

Curly brown hair had been replaced by bright red waves. The eyes that looked back at her should have been rich chocolate brown and instead they were inhumanly green. That wasn’t the only inhuman feature about her. Her face was more angular and her teeth sharp points in her mouth. 

On top of her head sat tall red ears, tipped with black. She watched as they twitched, seeming to communicate her curiosity. It reminded her of how the husky she had as a child would express himself with his ears, always flicking and flattening to tell his mood. It wasn’t something she was very good at controlling but she found she could intentionally move them. 

It was weird. Lifting the hair at the side of her head, she looked at where her ears should have been. It wasn’t just that the ears were missing, the hairline was shifted, going to her neck in a smooth curve rather than dipping back around where the ear would have been. 

Weird. This was so fucking weird. 

She was just thankful looking at herself in the mirror didn’t add much to her trauma or make herself vomit. It was more of a curiosity than anything. The woman looking back at her was so much like herself and yet in every way, wrong. 

She had no bra but thankfully her new body didn’t come equipped with a particularly sizable bust. She would have liked the support and security of a bra for the normalcy the feeling would have provided but beggars and all that shit. The shirt was long and thin, a pretty basic tee shirt that was almost a dress, reaching to her upper thighs.

That was good because Amber didn’t know if these clothes were to keep or to be returned. She tried stuffing her tail in the pants but decided quickly that it didn’t work. There wasn’t a way to fold it up so the pants could rest where they should have. 

It was painful to try. 

The pants were very much like leggings and she rolled the top down so it rest low on her hips. 

“Welcome back to the 2000s,” Amber mumbled to herself as she looked at how dangerously low the pants sat. This allowed the pants to sit so that her tail could hang out overtop. 

It wasn’t comfortable but if she stuck her tail out a good bit but it worked. 

[silbeni]

Rohan apologizes?!

In which Rohan is mean to Ryoma and regrets it, which turns into him begrudgingly asking Reimi for advice about how to make amends.

Characters: Rohan Kishibe, Ryoma Román, Reimi Sugimoto.

Pairings: Ryohan

Genre: Fluff? It's lighthearted idk

(A/N): No art for this one sadly (yet) since art fight just started, but! There's a little something extra at the end.

For the last fifteen minutes, Ryoma had been rambling on without end. He had made the mistake of mentioning insects, unaware about how passionate they were for the subject, which had triggered this bout of chattiness. He liked bugs as much as the next guy, but Ryoma was on an echelon of their own. He didn't know how much of this he could take. They were usually very attentive to his signals, but he guessed their love of arthropods had blinded them.

His patience was wearing thin that day, he wanted nothing more than to work on his manga, but unfortunately, they were getting in the way of that. He stared down at the nearly blank page before him. He was only able to get a few lines in before Ryoma had stopped him. At his wits end, his irritation fired off an instinctive response.

"Don't you ever shut up?" He snapped.

He didn't immediately realize the impact that simple phrase had left. Once the room fell silent, he was just happy to finally begin drawing. Tunnel vision clouded his judgment significantly, thoughts about his work filled his head and left space for little else. He only recognized something was off when Ryoma spoke up once more.

“I'm.. sorry. I won't bother you anymore.” Their voice was notably quieter than before, stripped of its cheerful quality.

He put down his pen, and turned to look at them. He caught only a glimpse of their face as they turned to leave, but that was enough for him to immediately regret his words.

…

For the remainder of the day, he waged a losing battle against his brain. Now, he was again unable to get any work done because of his own actions. As hard as he tried, he couldn't scrub Ryoma's sad visage from his mind. He dumped another ruined manuscript into the trash, joining the other dozen from that day, and cradled his head in his hands.

The sound of someone coming up the stairs pulled him out of his stupor. Suddenly, he was electrified. In a flash, He pushed that day's failures deeper into the bin and fixed his hair. He spent the next seconds trying to too hard to seem nonchalant as he waited for Ryoma's eventual arrival.

They passed by without a word. Sparing not even a glance in his direction.

He slouched back down. There was no point in pretending he wasn't moping. Ryoma was consciously avoiding him. Truthfully, they had no reason to be in his art room, they had already finished cleaning there when they started raving about bugs. However, Ryoma would regularly come up to see him several times a day, if not to chat then to ask if he needed anything.They were friendly like that. But after what he’d said, it made sense how they wouldn't want to do that anymore.

He was used to people like his editor, his rude remarks would bounce off her like it was nothing. Or Koichi, who was meeker but would still fight back when he disagreed with him on something. People that couldn't deal with his attitude wouldn't last long around him, and he preferred it that way. Usually. But gentle, doe-eyed Ryoma, they cared too much about what people thought. With their heart on their sleeve, it was obvious when they felt hurt.

Their words echoed in his mind, bringing with it the image of a forlorn Ryoma.

He groaned and laid his head on his desk. He had to fix this, but he didn't know where to start. It wasn't in his nature to admit fault. He was going to need to, he shuddered, ask for help.

…

A cold breeze swept the ground as he stepped into the mysterious alley. Koichi was unfortunately out of reach. Something had come up, family matters. He could've waited, but the guilt was eating him alive and he refused to spend another moment agonizing over it. If Tamami was to activate his stand on him, he was sure the resulting pressure would be deadly.

So, he begrudgingly decided to ask Reimi. As an adult, he had only spoken to her a couple times, but she seemed reasonable, and most importantly, unlikely to spread the news of his plight. Admittedly, he wasn't close with many people. He could count two people who liked and talked to regularly. One being the aforementioned high schooler, and the other being the reason he was seeking help in the first place.

He called into the empty alley. “Reimi? Reimi, are you here?"

It only took a moment for the ghost girl to materialize in front of him, Arnold in tandem. "Rohan? What is it? Did you find out something about Kira?”

The shock had long worn off, but it was still surreal to witness. The midday sun illuminated the wounds they wore, reflecting shades of orange on the ever flowing droplets of blood. Such a ghastly, mesmerizing display. It occupied his mind for a moment, but he quickly remembered what he'd come for.

"...No, not yet. I…" Rohan's face burned with embarrassment. Verbalizing his predicament was difficult for him, but he would need to swallow his pride if he wanted to fix things with Ryoma.

“I need your advice.”

“Oh?” Reimi raised her eyebrows, curiosity fully piqued. It even seemed like Arnold had perked up a bit.

After a deep sigh, he began to detail what had been ailing him.. “So, there's this... ‘friend’.” He was unsure if they were close enough to be labeled that but he continued. “They were over today as I was getting ready to work. I happened to briefly mention one of their interests and they went on about it for a whole fifteen minutes.” It's true, he'd counted.

Reimi nodded attentively, prodding him to go on.

“As you probably know, like any good artist, I require my full concentration to work, as well as a keen eye, and I can't have that if I have someone talking at me. They kept prattling on and on without end, so I got irritated, and…lashed out at them. I'll admit It wasn't my best moment, but now they've been avoiding me and I'm not sure what to do.” At first, he muttered his words, but the farther he got along with his explanation, the easier it got to stomach. The initial embarrassment gave away to reveal a dull shame lying underneath.

“By any chance, Is your ‘friend’ Ryoma?” Reimi copied his stilted pronunciation.

Rohan's alarmed expression confirmed her suspicion. He had been vague on purpose, but for Reimi, it was easy to put two and two together. Just because she was trapped in an alley didn't mean she was completely shut off from the outside world. Word travels, even to places such as the intersection between the dead and the living.

Being called out so plainly took him out of the conversation for a moment. “...Yes, but how did you know?”

She smiled coyly at him. He didn't know what to garner from that. “Lucky guess.”

“So, can I ask what you told them exactly?” She took advantage of the brief silence and took charge of the conversation. She was ready to crack into the details, hands clasped. Beside her, Arnold blinked slowly, curling up at her feet.

A familiar ache filled his chest as he replayed the events in his mind for the hundredth time that day. “It was a rhetorical question… ‘Do you ever shut up?’ Those were my direct words.” He couldn't help but cringe at himself.

“I'm guessing you didn't quite say it like that.”

Reimi would've perhaps scolded him, if it didn't seem like his mind had already punished him enough on its own. He looked as if he was ready for the earth to swallow him whole, so she held back. Plus, doing so now would probably discourage him from seeking help again. For Rohan to go so out of his comfort zone for the sake of someone else… Now that was something special. It meant he was making real connections and she was happy for him.

Rohan said nothing, so she piped up again. “Yeah, hearing something like that would definitely hurt them. But you're lucky, knowing Ryoma, it's nothing an apology can't fix. Just be honest, and lay out where you messed up.”

Rohan still looked a little worried, she continued.

“Ryo is one of the most understanding people I know. They're not the type to hold things against you, so don't worry, okay? You'll be just fine.”

She watched, amused, as the relief washed over him. The change was almost comically drastic.

“Was that all?”

“Yes, that was it.”

There was an awkward silence. Arnold yawned.

Rohan cleared his throat uncomfortably. “Farewell then, Miss Reimi.” He didn't know how to make a graceful exit after being so vulnerable with her. His usual aloof demeanor wouldn’t do after that. He began to quickly reverse out of the alley.

“Little Rohan?”

At the sound of his pet name, he stopped to look at her. He didn't know why she insisted on using it, there was nothing little about him anymore. “What is it?”

“I'm glad you're finally making friends. Come visit me anytime, okay?”

He didn't know why, but the combination of her words and her wistful smile struck a chord deep inside. He couldn't think of anything to say, so he offered her a weak smile before he left.

…

When Rohan returned to his house, they were mopping the kitchen. Rohan noticed her head flick in this direction, but they made no effort to acknowledge him like they usually did. So, he approached them, instead.

They softly sang a poppy tune to themself as they made quick work of the kitchen floor in a state of utter focus. “♫Y al final, ni hablaaaar. Los dos nos destruimos, y al final, que taaaaaaal—♪”

He spoke up just as Ryoma vocalized a rising note.

“Ryoma.”

Startled, Ryoma emitted a quick, high-pitched noise, akin to what a small animal would make. Ryoma fumbled to put down their mop, nearly dropping it in the process. They popped out their wired earbuds. “Uh, y-yeah? what's up?” They bit down on their bottom lip, exposing their two front teeth. Although they were a full head taller than him, they shrunk under his gaze until they were almost eye to eye.

Rohan swallowed thickly. The moment of truth had arrived and he was ready, yet still nervous about the outcome.“...Listen, I would like to apologize for what I said the other day. It was quite rude of me to tell you to shut up like that, and for that I'm truly sorry.” The words felt strange coming out of his mouth, but they were genuine.

“Oh, no, no! It's okay!” They frantically waved their hands at him, furrowing their eyebrows. “I know you're very serious about your work, and It's my fault for distracting you like that.” They casted their eyes down in an obvious, yet earnest display of remorse.

The way she flipped it on herself made that ache within his chest return ten-fold since he was sure they truly believed that.

“No, Ryoma. I was wrong for snapping at you. You did nothing to deserve that.”

Ryoma was about to utter a rebuttal, but the way Rohan held their gaze so firmly made them choose otherwise. They conceded, a soft, sweet smile on their lips.. “...Well, I accept your apology.”

Rohan couldn't help but offer them a small smile of his own. “Good.”

They shared a pleasant moment where no words were spoken.

“Well, back to work!” He clapped. Can't have them getting too comfortable now. Ryoma nodded and went to pick up their mop once more.

After that, they both resumed work on their respective tasks. Rohan, newly reinvigorated, finished several chapters in a single sitting, meanwhile Ryoma finished cleaning up early with a cheerful spirit. Mission accomplished.

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Reimi teases Rohan about Ryoma

A deviation from the scene with Reimi and Rohan!

* Ryoma's legal last name is Román, but they've unofficially started calling themself a Higashikata. After spending 5 years together, Ryoma is considered part of the family.

"Do you think I should get them a gift?" Rohan's head buzzed with all the possible gift ideas he could get them. Insect merchandise, tickets to a show, a bulk order of their favourite candy...

He wasn't sure his words would be enough, and he wanted to ensure forgiveness.

"I don't think that's a good idea, it would make her feel like she owes you."

He supposed that was true. They'd been very hesitant to receive any material goods from him before. If ever he'd offer, they'd vehemently decline. Once, they'd borrowed a pen from him, and had forgotten to return it. The next day, they attempted to give it back to him, but he assured them they could keep it. They borrowed it often, so he considered it theirs, anyway. When he wouldn't budge, they slipped it into his pocket along with a new one without his notice.

They were very particular about not receiving anything from anyone, but he was unsure how Reimi knew about this quality of theirs. To his knowledge, they'd only met briefly.

Rohan raised an eyebrow at her.

Reimi answered his unspoken question."They told me. We're friends, you know?"

That was a reality he hadn't considered. If he'd known, he might've not seeked her help. It was possible the word of this would get back to Ryoma, how he was looking for advice on how to reconcile with them. He wasn't sure he could survive the resulting embarrassment.The thought shook him, and his mind was flooded with countless possibilities.

Technically speaking, he could've used Heaven's Door on her to guarantee confidentiality, but doing so would feel wrong. Selfish as he was, he refused to use his ability so callously, not on her.

Then, a curiosity creeped up on him, one he couldn't shake. "Have they ever... said anything about me?" He didn't know what made him ask this, but he wasn't proud of it. Caring about what other people thought of him was something he didn't do.

The way her smile grew made him regret ever asking. So terribly smug. "Are you asking me if they like you?"

He was set alight with a reactive anger. No, that wasn't what he'd meant at all! He just wanted to know if... she had ever talked badly about him behind his back. It made no sense, It's something he could never picture Ryoma doing, but he wanted to convince himself that had been his reasoning. The great Rohan Kishibe cannot have feelings for Ryoma Higashikata.

"Nevermind, I don't need your help." He huffed and turned to leave. He had no tolerance for disrespect such as this. What a preposterous suggestion.

"Wait! Come back! I'm sorry, I won't tease you anymore!" She laughed, running to stop him before he could get far.

[izelthewashbear]

Cut your wings and learn to fly - chapter 1: See no evil (fragment)

As they all approached the middle chamber, Martyn could feel the tension in the air. Something was different- no. Something was wrong. And he hated that feeling. He wanted to turn back, but the crowds of Watchers blocked the way to his quarters. He could feel his breathing getting shallow and quick and his whole body stiffening, as if ready to pounce. It's all okay, he tried convincing himself. They wouldn't do it. I'm one of them. They wouldn't just dump me like that... Would they...? He took a deep breath, trying to steady his thoughts. He had a habit of overthinking things, and right now, it wasn't helpful in the slightest.

The moment Martyn arrived, all of the Watchers acted seemingly in unison. A few rings of them formed around the anxious Watcher, blocking him any exists, any ways to run or flee- aside from one. One wall was not covered by them- or at least a place where a wall should be. Martyn distinctively remembered that there should be a wall. Now, instead, there was a gaping hole in the wall, as if its very fabric was ripped out of existence. The only thing that could be seen beyond was pure, unfiltered nothing . The apperance of the fabric of everything there wasn't and wouldn't be made his skin crawl. The void wasn't just staring back at him - it was pulling on his soul, making him feel smaller, meeker and quieter with each passing milisecond. He opened his wings as a means of defense and looked around himself.

"W-what's going on? What is that place?" he huffed, clearly startled.

"That is The Midway" he heard Xelqua's voice just behind him. The voice was accompanied by the other Watchers' hands on his shoulders. "It keeps all the worlds connected, yet separate. You should count yourself lucky. Not many lives get to witness it in all of its glory."

"Wait... Wait, is this still about the whole Listener thing?" he nervously chuckled and moved away from Grian, his whole body starting to shake. "You said it's not a punishment, but it feels like one! What are you tryna do with me?"

"Oh, y'see... This is the shortest way between our sanctum and the Listeners' lair. But it is long enough for you to appear there in your rightful new form. And maybe think of a good welcoming speech as you get there."

"New form?- No, you can't do it! I'm a Watcher, too! You can't just throw me into the void and expect me to be chill with this!"

[ghostdrinksmoonshine]

astro observations: I

hello! this is my first post on this blog! I’m kinda new to this but I wanted a place to dump my observations so I’m starting here. thank you and I hope you enjoy :)

also quick disclaimer! this post contains my personal opinions and observations and as such is not meant to be taken very seriously or as fact. these posts are written purely for entertainment purposes so only take what resonates 💕

𖤓 pisces rising or people with pisces placements are SO easy to pick out, either through their appearance or their mannerisms. I’ve never met a pisces (or someone with prominent pisces placements) who didn’t look somewhat ethereal, either with big round eyes or a sweet voice. they’ve got those siren eyes, you know? and incredibly soft skin. they move like they belong in water. the more neptunian the person, the more prominent these qualities are. although having pisces rising and/or planets in the 12th house will do the trick too

𖤓 speaking of rising signs, aries rising people are also easy to pick out. they tend to have very prominent eyebrows (arched, like the horns of the ram) and a real presence about them. unless the native has other aspects which suggest a meeker personality, aries rising is not typically a wallflower placement. they either walk with purpose (power walk with a spark in their eyes, a real “don’t fuck with me” vibe) or like a little kid, all cheery and skipping around. the earlier the degree, the more childlike the aries rising will appear upon first meeting

𖤓 ^^ I have aries rising and have found that people tend to underestimate me upon first meeting because I have a very childlike and “happy-go-lucky” disposition. I’m a capricorn sun though, and every time someone gets to know me they always say I’m more serious and pragmatic than they thought I would be. like it’s a real shock </3

𖤓 sagittarius suns (or people with prominent sag placements) usually have a gap between the teeth! look out for it, if you know someone with it they probably have planets in sagittarius and/or the ninth house

𖤓 I see a lot of people say that libra mars is a “submissive” or “docile” mars placement but honestly I think people forget that libra is a cardinal sign, not a mutable sign. every libra mars person I’ve met has been fond of debating (and they are excellent debaters) and tend to play devil’s advocate. that, or they like to investigate every aspect of an argument to reach the most “fair” conclusion

𖤓 ^^ I think the “docile” stereotype comes from the fact that they’re not necessarily aggressive either, and don’t tend to anger easily. in fact, since libra is ruled by venus these people tend to be very socially charming (to the point of people pleasing). still, this doesn’t mean they won’t argue because they very much will. like I said, they’re big on fairness, as well as making sure all the “facts” line up. many of my friends with this placement ended up studying political science and/or law, or at least have an interest in politics. if you miss an essential detail they’ll pick up on it. they’re similar to virgo mars in a way, except libra mars focuses on fairness/balance, whereas virgo mars are nitpicky about details for precision/perfectionist reasons. they work hard to get the best results

𖤓 however, I’ve noticed that if the mars is on the cusp of virgo/libra, then the native will also use this ability to focus on beauty and aesthetics, regardless of whether their actual mars is virgo or libra. check your degrees, it’s important

𖤓 and on that note, I’ve also noticed that a majority of famous writers have prominent virgo placements! it’s usually a mix between virgo, sagittarius and some water sign/house, but virgo appears most consistently. since writing is an incredibly mercurial practice (editing/prose writing demands that eye for detail that virgos are famous for) this isn’t surprising at all

𖤓 gemini suns are so fucking cheeky, they really are the “little devil” of the zodiac. seriously, these people love taking the piss and trolling others. I grew up in a house of gemini boys can you imagine my pain. my boss is a gemini sun and he literally teases my coworkers all the time, calling them nicknames and messing with them. these people like to poke the bear and see how far they can go 😭 this also goes for people with strong gemini influences, for example my best friend isn’t a gemini sun but her mercury conjuncts her ascendent exactly and has the same humour I just described (this is because gemini is ruled by mercury)

𖤓 and continuing with this placement, mercury conjunct the ascendent makes the native a very good speaker, especially if it’s positively aspected. my friend is the only person who can persuade me to do anything, and she’s incredibly well spoken. the same applies to mercury in the first house, although it’s stronger when it’s conjunct the ascendent

𖤓 people with pluto in the first house have the most chilling stares, it’s like having scorpio rising even if you have no other scorpio placements in your chart. another friend of mine has pluto conjunct the ascendent (again, exactly) and we always joke that he has “fuck me” eyes 😂 that scorpio influence darkens any ascendent you have, it’s a very powerful placement. my brother also has pluto in the first house and my family used to say he had “evil eyes” whenever he got angry (his glare could kill you). my girlfriend says people say the same thing about her and she also has pluto in the first house! this is intensified if you also have scorpio rising (true for both my brother and my girlfriend, god bless)

𖤓 ^^ another thing to note about pluto in the first house: this placement usually indicates that the native will go through a major transformation regarding their identity in their lifetime, especially if it has to do with their physical appearance and/or presentation. what this means specifically depends on the rest of the chart and whether or not pluto is positively aspected, but it’s definitely a significant aspect of this placement!

okay that’s all for now! I have a lot of thoughts about astrology (I’m currently reading a lot about synastry and composite charts too) so let me know if you liked this! ✨✨✨

[mybraindumps]

I just... It just... Never occurred to me the amount of men I would have to deal with on a daily basis as an adult.

Technically men and women occupy the same public spaces, especially in metro cities, or that is what is assumed, and yet, women are nowhere to be seen.

One part is just that, as a kid, most strangers you are allowed to interact with freely are woman - teachers, nurses, caretakers and all most other jobs that involve small children.

But that's just not it. I am talking about interacting with men in the same broad age group as me. They too likely had female adults in their lives. That's not what I am talking about.

All service providers, colleagues, friends, strangers - are somehow always men. While women exist in all these roles, somehow they are fewer, quieter, meeker.

Or are men just louder?

It's not a hate post, I swear it's not. But is it a female quality to mind your own business or are all men shameless?

Idk, I don't have an answer. But I can't help but wonder.

For a while I gave into the idea that the problem is with me, that I am only talking to men. I am not. Why would I give the opportunity to talk to women when they are some of the most wholesome and comfortable conversations I get to have.

No wondering if they are looking at me weird or if I am being too candid and might give the wrong idea. No wondering if your outfit is just cute, or if it's a wardrobe malfunction, because whatever the fuck it is, they'll tell you.

Again, I am not hating on men. Unfortunately, as a guy if you came up to me and told me about either the cute outfit or the malfunction, it would be an awkward conversation.

Except I wish it weren't. I wish we did not have such twisted ideas of genders and their expected attitudes, and I don't even know how to acknowledge the absence of queer identities from this entire thought dump.

Technically we all occupy the same public space, but technically, it's going to take a long time for all of us to occupy the same public space.

12:09 am 24.10.24

[oscconfessions]

Cavalisco Meeker's Dump 🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷 she's so terrible I want her – 🩷🔪

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[fearandhatred]

ok wait thought dump. i had to think about it because even if booting gabriel out and promoting aziraphale was his plan all along, he couldn't have anticipated that gabriel would have gone to earth and specifically the bookshop. his plan could have worked even if gabriel was just demoted, but the "you're going to have to find him" seems like such a pointed line, so there's something there too... i'm just trying to figure out what in the hell his plan actually is.

one theory is that it all worked out in his favour because if gabriel was just demoted and the other archangels hadn't done anything wrong, they definitely would not be happy obeying aziraphale. but by sending them after gabriel, he knew they would mess up or say some shit out of their jurisdiction, AND THEY DID.

"have we done anything wrong?" "that remains to be seen". he's subordinating them omg. maybe they'll still be pissed about being under aziraphale but now they're meeker.

so this theory could make sense except why would he want them to obey aziraphale? unless he thinks aziraphale is actually completely inept and thus the whole of heaven is under his control. huh. i will return to this when i actually have a solid line of thought

rewatched s2 as one does and you know what... the metatron is so unfazed when saraqael announces that she can't find gabriel. he just immediately says "you're all just going to have to find him, that's all" as if he was expecting and also wanting it to happen that way. also as the literal voice of god wouldn't he know that gabriel doesn't have an office? thoughts are being thought

[katierosefun]

Howdy, here to pitch in my opinion on hyuk because that ask/anon got me thinking big time (and there's a hyuk wip sitting in my documents, so...). The guy annoyed me so much when I first watched the show, but damn he really is one of the smarter characters. I 100% agree that both han ki hwan and hyuk know how to play the game and, in hyuk's case, the game is socioeconomically rigged against him. Like, meritocracy is one of capitalism's greatest myths, and since he wasn't born rich, for him to socially advance he has to hold onto whatever he can, and han ki hwan's support is pretty much a golden ticket to high society, as long as he can make himself useful. Tbh, I think he'd resent joo won in the beginning, seeing him as this rich kid who knows nothing about real life, until he gets to know both him and han ki hwan (and realizes what a mess he got himself into). Plus, he seems really done with ki hwan's bs by the end of the show 😂 idk. This show def has some interesting social implications, and I think the han family trio is particularly interesting to dissect. (But I guess that's third rewatch material, ahaha) tl;dr: capitalism.

right? right? when i first started watching beyond evil, i remember disliking hyuk--but only because i realized that it was because he was so . . . he represented so much of the every man, the one who's not born with the same kind of social and financial capital that joo won has. but he's not like . . . the Plucky Protagonist who somehow miraculously pulls himself up by the bootstraps--in part because hyuk is a side character, but also because beyond evil has always been unapologetic in showing things for how things really are, in part because hyuk does the only thing that someone like him can do: suck up to people who have some power, play dumb where he can, play the cards he's been dealt with.

which explains why when joo won's throwing a hissy fit (ie. the time he drank champagne so early in the morning, moping about how dong sik dumped him), hyuk offers a bit of advice. he explains about how people are going to use him, and then they're going to make joo won look like the foolish one--which, dong sik and joo won's hilarious relationship aside, is genuinely solid advice, and you don't give that kind of advice unless you a) have witnessed it happen to people around you or b) have personally felt that kind of wrong yourself. which, given hyuk's family background, i guarantee he must have had something like that happen to his family or himself before.

but in any case: yes. hyuk is such an interesting character because he's smart, and he's also not born with a silver spoon in his mouth and seems to have to pay for that every step of the way. the fact that he became a prosecutor coming from his humble background says a lot, because a) going to law school is no joke, and b) given that hyuk was able to tutor joo won tells me that he must have gotten into a very good law school/had a very good education, otherwise ki hwan would have never hired him. given that connections are such a big part of the legal field, my heart personally squeezes thinking about how hyuk must have navigated that world on his own. and how it must have been unpleasant the first time, because the first time's always the hardest--forcing oneself to seem dumber than they actually are, pretending to be meeker than they actually are, etc. which goes to show that hyuk isn't just smart, but he's also got hellishly strong personality traits over all, because i think more foolish people would have been too proud to take themselves down a notch for the sake of some better reward in the future.

anyways! i love hyuk. he's such a compelling character, and park ji hoon is a fantastic actor, and i really do hope i see more from him because he somehow sold me on hyuk even with his few scenes. and hyuk. kwon hyuk ! ! ! i hope he is doing well and that he and joo won are still nabbing at each other and that joo won's named him best man at the wedding and etc etc etc

[come-on-shitty-boys]

//forgotten kisses. oikawa tooru//

Request: Hey!hey!hey! Im not quite sure if you write scenarios but my blood boils everytime i know that oikawa ex gf dumped him because of passion, so i was wondering if u could write a scenario where the reader interrupts the moment where this girl who is breaking up with him and telling her that she was a fake girlfriend and it was his passion what made the reader fall in love with him, right in front of oikawa as well. I rlly wanna know his reaction to this. Ofc the reader having a long crush over him. 

Warnings: self-doubt

Word Count: 1.9K

Notes: it is free coffee day at dunkin donuts and when i tell you that i’m h y p e d for this large iced vanilla coffee later 

It hurt like hell to watch him go about his everyday life, her clung onto his arm, you walking just a few steps behind, Iwaizumi next to you, mournful eyes staring at you, the forgotten girl.  It had been a trio made in heaven, one that had never strayed too far apart since middle school.  There would be sleepovers and movie nights and volleyball games with you and your boys, your own personal protectors, your best friends.  You had grown up right alongside them, battling through your awkward young teenage years filled with acne and laughing at their cracking voices, but as the time passed feelings started to bubble up in the pit of your stomach and no amount of pushing them back down could hide them.  

Oikawa Tooru was everything you could ever want in a boyfriend.  He was kind and doting, always the first person to ask you how your day was and the first person to offer you a shoulder and a pint of ice cream whenever you were upset.  His good morning and good night texts could have your heart fluttering with only a few words followed by a colon and a parenthesis.  He knew exactly how to make you laugh and there was no one who knew all of your ticklish spots quite like he did.  Your sides would be hurting as your voice strained with giggles and your lungs gasped for a desperate breath as you squirmed beneath him, his fingers wiggling over your sides in payback for making fun of him.

Iwaizumi had stood by the whole time, just rolling his eyes, but the soft smile on his face was hard to miss as he regarded a young love blossoming right before him.  The perfect middle man, Oikawa spilling all of his feelings out in long-winded paragraphs towards the ace, you carrying on during hour long phone calls, Iwaizumi had all of the information, feeding it to the other, trying his very best to make all of the dreams a reality.  

It was because of him that a kiss had been stolen outside of the gymnasium after Tooru’s very first official match.  It had been short and awkward, faces both warm to the touch as the embarrassment creeped up your cheeks.  First kisses were shared and everything seemed so perfect.  Everything should’ve fallen into place and it should’ve been the start to something beautiful between you and the prince of Aoba Johsai.  

But, constant volleyball practices and late teenage years had done wonders to your childhood friend.  He had lost the plumpness in his face and his physique had toned nicely.  He had always been popular with the girls but, this was a whole new level.  They were flocking him no matter where he went, leaving him love notes on his classroom desk, bringing his desserts and handmade bentos at lunch.  You were simply pushed to the back burner, forgotten to fade into the background while someone else caught his eye. And for the first time in your life, Iwaizumi Hajime was the first to offer you a shoulder to cry on and a pint of ice cream to soothe your sorrows.  

It had been five months since Oikawa had fully forgotten everything that the two of you had shared.  Five months since he let her into your little inner circle.  But it had two months since you had seen him willing to light up a room with his charming smile that could get everyone around him smiling in a matter of seconds.  There was a tense strain between the young couple, one that was absent to most outside onlookers but to the people who knew the beloved Seijoh captain best, there was no mistaking that tired look in his eyes and the forced smile that came with every, “I promise.  I’m fine.”  

Her lips were always pressed together in a tight line, loosening only enough to let all of those cursed sentiments flit off of her tongue.  “You don’t love me.  You only care about volleyball and that’s all you’ll ever care about.” 

Sentiments that would be chased with pleading eyes and desperate words, asking for a second chance, a promise for change, affirmation of the impossible.  Everyone who really knew Oikawa Tooru knew that volleyball was his passion and everyone who really knew Oikawa Tooru accepted that as part of who he was.  He was encouraged and praised for overcoming strife on the court only to be torn down piece by bitter piece the minute he stepped away from his safe haven.  It was painful to watch as each passing day tore the Oikawa that you had watched grow slip further and further out of your grasp, and further away from the Oikawa that had smashed his lips against yours in a fit of passion outside of this very same gymnasium two years prior.

“Tooru, I can’t do this anymore.  I’m not going to be second to some stupid sport anymore!  I deserve better and I’m tired of you telling me that you’re going to change and yet, you never do.  You are so absorbed in volleyball that you can’t even see that our relationship is falling apart,” she spits, flailing her arms in frustration as the Seijoh setter stands shocked at the sudden outburst. 

“You aren’t second and you never were.  I love you, but I don’t know what more you’re expecting me to do!  I could be something in the volleyball world, but not if y-”

“Be something?” She laughed, shaking her head in dismay.  “You are nothing but a high school third year who has slightly more talent than most.  You can’t even win this tournament and you really expect me to believe that you could go pro?  It’s time to grow up, Tooru.  Volleyball just isn’t the life that was meant for you and it’s time for you to see that.  So, you have a choice:  you can keep living out this fantasy and continue telling yourself that there’s hope and that you can play for the Japan team someday, or you can get your head out of the clouds and join me in the real world.  Those are your options.”

“What are you saying?” Oikawa’s usually strong voice falls into a shake, a quieter, meeker version of himself that you haven’t witnessed in many years.  It was as if he was sinking into himself, becoming a shell of the boy who had stolen your heart all those years ago.  

“It’s me or volleyball.”

His mouth sputtered open, incapable of finding the right words to say, unsure if the right words even existed in this situation.  Keep this girl that he loved and cared for or pursue his one true passion?  In the moment, in his love-blind youth, there was no good outcome and the sad scoff that left the girl in front of him nearly had his heart shattering into a hundred thousand pieces right there in the middle of the sidewalk as people slowed their pace as they berthed around them, ears prying to pick up any of the drama.  

“I get it.  Thanks for nothing, Oikawa.” She shakes her head, turning away from the captain who had already faced one great loss that day and now, he was left sorting through the aftermath of another. 

His head sank down to stare steadily at the concrete and for the first time that day, he let the tears sting his eyes and flow freely down his cheeks, his heart aching at a failed high school romance and an unaccomplished goal.  And for the first time in a long time, he confided in your embrace when you approached him with arms wide open.  Your hand found his hair, lacing the chestnut strands through your fingers, a comforting feeling that he never even knew he missed until then.  His arms wrapped around your midsection, face buried into the crook of your neck as if you were the safest place in the world at that moment in time.  You could hear his sniffles as he tried his best to choke back the ugly sobs of heartache, the ones that he knew you would tease him about once you knew that he was okay.  

Minutes passed before Oikawa finally pulled away from you, eyes and nose tinged red from his still very apparent sorrows.  Glistens of fresh tears still stained his cheeks and the brief hiccups of sobs would still have his voice and body quivering.  “She’s right.  I can’t even beat a stupid first year.  How the hell am I meant to play professionally if I can’t even win this bullshit high school tournament?”

Your hand rested gently against the side of his face, letting your thumb whisk a fresh tear away from his cheek.  “You don’t actually believe that, Tooru.  This is what you love and this is what you want to do for the rest of your life and she had no right to say those things to you.  I know that you can do it.  Tooru, I have been in your corner since the very first day I met you.  Even if no one else will, I’m going to support you, because I believe in you, okay?  You are so much more than some self-absorbed volleyball player.  You are Oikawa Tooru, Seijoh’s remarkable setter and captain, my best friend since junior high, my first kiss and the one that I told everything to for as long as I can remember, and more than anything you are Japan’s future professional setter.”  You take a shaky breath, every ounce of future regret coursing through your veins, but there was something almost magnetic pulling you towards him.  Maybe it was years of love that had been pushed away finally overflowing, desperate to be noticed or maybe it was just all of the heightened emotions of the day that had you gently easing his face down to yours.  

It was in front of that very same gymnasium where you and Oikawa Tooru shared your second kiss.  This one is less awkward and less sloppy than the first.  The flutter of butterflies still danced in your stomachs and your ears still burned with the heat of embarrassment at such a public display, but for a brief moment, it was just you and him, locked within your own little world, sharing kisses that were long overdue for the forgotten girl and her prince of the school.

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[love-minor-poltergeist]

hello father >:] can i request some headcanons for a shy gender neutral s/o's first kiss with ash, ace, and hanzo? thank you for your service i will give you a kiss for your hard work

A/N: Pack it up boys, the himbos have arrived (plus one archer who REALLY needs a hug). This Is actually my first time writing for these three, so I think I went a little overboard making this. 

Actually, now that I think about it, most of the Hcs down below kinda lean towards a “getting together +first kiss” than an actual established relationship. If you aren’t happy with this batch, be sure to let me know so I can redo these!!

(Read more placed due to lengthiness) 

Additional note: I mostly wrote the Hanzo portion with the idea that you met before the short Dragons takes place. Hence why Genji is mentioned as dead or killed. 

Ash Williams First Kiss Hcs: 

When Ash was first dumped into the Entity’s realm, he had little intentions of bonding with his fellow survivors. He had figured that this entire mess was just fate deciding to fuck him over again. After all, why else would he suddenly be ripped away from Kelly and Pablo? 

During the first few trials, Ash kept to himself for the most part. He still pulled his weight in trials, but he tried not to get too close to anyone. In his eyes, it’s better to be a lone wolf again to save himself the emotional heartache. 

Of course, that plan eventually went out the window when you showed up.

You had been a lot meeker compared to the others, and despite himself, Ash couldn’t help but feel a tiny bit protective over you. As luck may have it, the older man ends up developing something of a small crush on you. 

It eventually reaches the point where Ash’s tough “lone wolf” front begins to crumble around you. He becomes a comforting presence for you after trials, often doing so in the form of cracking jokes and telling stories from his younger years to help take your mind off of your circumstances.

It’s during these times that Ash ends up slipping in flirtatious remarks mid-conversation. And while a part of him warns him not to get his hopes up, he couldn’t help but grin whenever you gave him a flustered laugh and that shy smile he grew to love.

When the two of you finally share your first kiss, Ash can’t help but feel a mix of pride and bashful. Out of all the people you could’ve picked, you chose him, some washed-up, old fuck up, for your first kiss? 

Well, he isn’t going to look a gift horse in the mouth. 

Just as the two of you slowly pull away, Ash gently wraps an arm around your hip. He hasn’t felt this light in years. Cheeks flushed, the older man gently bumps his forehead against yours, cheeks stinging from how hard he was grinning.

“Gimme some sugar, baby.” 

Ace Visconti First Kiss Hcs:

With his time in the fog, Ace managed to gain an amicable relationship with his fellow survivors. He and the older men around the campfire liked to play cards and chat. He's been friendly enough with the younger survivors, even earning the status of the "weird uncle" of the campfire. 

And when you first showed up, Ace didn’t treat you too differently-- you were a bit more on the quiet and shy side, so he tried his best to keep you at ease if you were in trials together.

Then you started approaching him after the trials. It had started innocent enough-- casual conversation, plans for future trials, etc. But then Ace found himself fixating on smaller details about you-- how you quietly try to hold back a laugh at his god-awful jokes, the little secretive smiles you gave him whenever you watched him play poker, how quick you were to break eye contact with a bright flush….

Well shit. Ace doesn’t think he’s had a crush this bad since he was a schoolboy. And luckily for him, it seems that you felt the same-- unless he somehow misread the flustered glances you’d shoot his way when you think he wasn’t looking...

Ace ends up becoming a lot more...forward from then on. He flirts with you at any given chance. While a part of couldn’t help but feel a tiny bit bad teasing you like this, he can’t help but find your red face adorable. 

When you finally share your first kiss, Ace was the one who took the initiative. 

With a gentle yet firm grasp on your shoulder, the older man pulled you against his chest. Thin lips brush against your own, and the scruff of his facial hair lightly scratched against your cheeks. A nervous, elated giggle tumbled out of your throat, and you felt Ace grin against your lips. 

“You know, you’re not that bad for a first timer. You feel like going another round?”

Hanzo Shimada First Kiss Hcs:

If you’re anxious about your lack of experience, don’t worry-- Hanzo’s cold and calm front hides a man plagued with demons. While Hanzo has had dates before, he’s never been as prolific with romance as he’s been with his training as the heir to the Shimada legacy. 

After killing Genji and rejecting his birthright, Hanzo bore the weight of his grief and guilt in self-isolation-- wandering from nation to nation to hone his skills as a warrior. All the while killing any mercenaries after his head, courtesy of his former family. 

In short-- romance was the farthest thing on Hanzo’s mind. There were moments where he had dwelled on the idea, but they were always very brief. He was a drifter with hardly a drop of honor to his name now. He had killed his brother before he had the chance to grow or fall in love. Why should he deserve what he had denied his younger brother?

And yet he had found himself envisioning a future with you. 

Around you, Hanzo is given a brief respite from the ghosts of the past. You were a calming presence in his life, and he’s come to cherish the time you have together. 

Though he isn’t the best at showing affection, the small touches and soft-eyed glances he gives you come from a place of love and need for connection; desperate to remind himself that you were real and that this all wasn’t a cruel dream. 

Your first kiss is no different. 

His hand tentatively reached out towards your cheek, his touch feather-light as Hanzo stared down at you with lidded eyes. You faintly make out the outline of his adam’s apple bob as he took in a shaky breath-- cheeks dusted with light pink. You felt your breath hitch in your throat as he drew near. He hesitated for a moment, but a gentle tug on his shirt collar spurs him forward. 

His lips met your own, and his shoulders tensed for a moment, eyes widening. Your hand gently moved to hold his cheek, and you felt him melt beneath your touch. 

As he slowly pulls away, eyes visibly bright and cheeks flushed, Hanzo gives you an almost boy-ish smile. 

“Thank you for staying by my side....”

[garecc]

Movie series idea: a movie inspired by Real Life In Universe Events - a pair of mermaids being studied by humans make friends with one of the scientists and eventully ask to be let free. Starring a male mermaid black as night and a girl mermaid from a coral reef. They are dating and the movie concept is basically "friendly girl diver befriends a monstrous mermaid who is really just misunderstood and gets the two of them home" in which the girl mermaid is helpless and hurt and only has one line, saying "thank you" at the end when they go free. A stereotypical movie like this it's sexist ableist and generally a mediocre movie about mermaids. The mermaids are star crossed lovers from different mermaid tribes.

Accompanied by a documentary of the cruelty and horror the mermaids expierinced. The mermaids genders are flipped. Starts with the smaller, meeker "girl" coral mermaid being torn from the water, his home have having a bolt driven through his tongue to keep him from singing. Kept in a too small tank for years, fins rotting away, getting sicker and sicker. Until eventully the other mermaid is dumped into the tank and she begins trying to protect him because he can hardly swim at this point. Following them through the experiments and them growing weaker and sicker until eventully the scientists attempt talking, in which the scientists gaslight them and refuse them freedom with "real footage" from the facility as well as "animated footage" which fills in the gaps.

@nebulousnids16 assisted with this concept

[trnquilgalileo]

NCT DREAM as S1 Riverdale: JAEMIN (3)

Featuring actual plot

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We got a good gif of Jaemin being a pure boy.

Look at him being so innocent.

Good thing this is an AU.

Boy would most likely not survive Riverdale.

Which is odd because Archie is still alive somehow. Please get him out of there.

Na Jaemin (Archie), is the all around perfect boy.

He has the grades (barely,) the looks, the charming personality and plays football.

“That means you don’t know the triumphs and defeats, the epic highs and lows of high school football” -Na Jaemin (at some point)

He comes from a stable home life compared to the others and is even nice enough enough to tell the new kid the ins and outs of Riverdale High.

“I’m sorry you had to arrive at such a turbulent times.”

Chenle shrugs before leaning against Jaemin’s headboard. “This Haechan kid, he was related to Jeno?”

Jaemin nodded, “They were twins. I mean they are twins.”

Chenle nods before looking out the window. “Such a quiet little town,” he mumbled to himself.

Jaemin pretended not to hear it before going back to strumming his guitar.

School, especially Music was easy for Jaemin, especially since his older brother Doyoung (Polly) was teaching it.

“Jaemin.” Doyoung spoke after the bell had rang. “Stay after class for a moment.” The boy nodded and stepped away from the door.

Once the students had left, Jaemin dropped his school bag near Doyoung’s desk.

His taller older brother compared to Jaemin was much meeker and awkward considering they shared limited interests, and Doyoung was also kind of annoying in Jaemin’s opinion.

“How’s Jeno and Mark?”

“What does Mark have to do with this?” Jaemin questioned.

Doyoung nibbled on his lip. “Mark hasn’t been coming around to play guitar during his free period. As your teacher and older brother it’s only right that I’m concerned with your peers.” Jaemin sighed before leaning back on the desk.

“They’re wrecks, I’m going to check on Jeno after school after I drop Renjun off at the White Wyrm.” Doyoung scowled before nodding.

“You know how I feel about you going around there. WayV aren’t people you should be associating with.” Doyoung scolded.

Jaemin rolled his eyes, “Just because you, Kun and Ten have a history doesn’t mean that Renjun is suddenly going to join a biker gang.”

Doyoung huffed but dropped the topic. “Do you have any idea what you’re doing for homecoming?” Jaemin shrugged.

“I’ll figure something out.”

Renjun straightened his back when he saw Jaemin approaching, his car keys swinging in his hand. “Hey,” he scowled. “Took you long enough.”

Jaemin gave a foolish smile, “I was busy with something. Doyoungs been on my ass ‘bout raising my grades. Sorry that none all of us can be straight A students mr. ex-president.” Renjun let’s put a low snicker before climbing into the passenger seat.

“I’m going to Jisung’s later to get some writing done. Sicheng-ge (FP) wants me out of the house, he’s been stressed lately. You want to come later?” Jaemin shook his head.

“How’s that graphic novel coming along?” Renjun shrugged before scribbling on the iPad Haechan had given him with care. Not a single scratch nor fingerprint seen on the screen. Only a digital portrait of the boy for the upcoming wake.

“It’s going. Took a pause but it’ll resume. My WEBTOON followers understand and anxiously await an update when the time arises.”

The White Wyrm was the local hangout for WayV, a biker gang who’s territory extended to the south side of the tracks that divided the town.

It was led by seven leaders, one of them being Sicheng, Renjun’s older brother.

As Jaemin pulled up into the parking lot he watched as the other bikers made way for him. Renjun eagerly opened the car and waved goodbye to Jaemin and immediately ran to Yangyang. Who in turn greeted Jaemin politely as he could.

As he pulled out of the parking lot though. He couldn’t help catching a bit of information.

“Do you think Winwin will be caught for dumping it.”

“Shut it Lucas! You don’t want Renjun to overhear how his precious older brother is connected to his dead best friend!” The voice hissed.

Jaemin almost slammed onto his breaks before glancing into the mirror, making it look like he was just backing out of the space.

But he couldn’t help but feel his ears burn and rush out of there without causing too much suspicion.

The road back home felt longer than the 15 minute drive then usual. His football match was coming up for homecoming against the Ravens: a rival to Riverdale’s own. But this took priority to the football match coming up.

This anxiety inducing information needed to be shared. He needed someone calm, someone unconnected, someone who could most likely think rational in this chaotic place, someone— he needed Chenle.

Digging into his bag, he reached into his bag and dialled the boys number.

The tone rang twice before the boy picked up.

“Hello?”

“Hey can you meet me at Pop’s Dinner in 10. I have something I need to share.”