#my heads kindof a mess right now

[kawoala]

⁝ KUROO TETSURO 𝜗𝜚 boxer! kuroo 𝜗𝜚

ᰔ word count ; 851

ᰔ content warning ; profanity 、 blood 、 boxer! kuroo 、 implied rich girl! reader 、 kindof poor boy x rich girl? 、 boxer! lev 、 mention of gambling?? (yaku, what r u doing my brother?).

you’ve never been to a club like this; the people here are a stark contrast to your personality.

whereas they are dark, broody, drugged-out criminals probably raised in trailer parks and trap houses, you were raised to be a good girl with perfect grades - and to never, ever go near drugs or alcohol.

whereas the people around you are dirty, wearing clothes they probably haven’t changed in a week, you’re careful of the people around you, careful not get dirt and muck on your very expensive shirt and your very tiny skirt.

but, you fell in love with kuroo.

four months ago, when your calculus teacher had shown interest in kuroo’s horrible math grades, she’d emailed you, asking if you would be able to tutor him until his grades improved. and of course you said yes because you’re a sucker for extra credit.

and then he was charming and he was funny and he was smart - something you hadn’t expected because, well, you were his tutor. every time you had a session, he made you laugh like it was his job.

so, of course you fell in love with him. and of course you only found out that he was in an illegal boxing ring until after you had confessed to him.

which is how you ended up here; standing in a crowd of criminals, watching your boyfriend beat the shit out of one of his friends for fun.

your brows are furrowed as lev - of all people - throws a right hook, resulting in a line of blood dribbling down kuroo’s upper lip. he’s hot, that’s for certain, but this is not making you happy. your boyfriend's pretty face is getting all messed up.

you blink and then lev is on the floor, sitting with his legs bent, forearms resting against his knees. there’s a smile on his face, despite the blood oozing from his… mouth? nose? you can’t even tell.

and then your eyes drift to kuroo, who’s holding his fists up in victory. you briefly note that they’re not even using gloves, but that thought is dismissed when you lock eyes with your boyfriend.

he’s bleeding, which would make you upset if he didn’t look so fucking hot. there’s a sheen of sweat covering his whole body, shining in the overhead light. his hair is messy - messier than usual, matted to his forehead from sweat. he still has his mouthguard in, but he’s grinning wide as ever. he points to you and winks and your knees are weak.

“lev lost!” yaku exclaims from beside you, knocking you from your trance. you turn to him and tilt your head. “he fucking lost! oh my god, i just lost so much money.”

he puts his head in his hands and curses again, which only makes you laugh. you can’t believe this is a thing that people bet on. and, no offense, but you can’t believe people bet on lev winning.

next thing you know, you’re sitting on a bench in the locker room of the grimy club, bouncing your leg as you watch kuroo unwrap his fists. your eyes are glued to his hands, bloodied and bruised.

“did you have fun?”

you look up to find him staring down at you, lazy smirk on his face. “what? o- oh, um, yeah, it was…” you trail off, eyes drifting down to your now ruined shoes. you hum. “it was kind of… scary, actually.” you can hear him stop moving, so you keep talking. “watching you get hit like that? yeah, that sucked. i mean, don’t get me wrong, you looked really fucking hot, but…” you shrug, sighing.

there’s a silence that hangs in the air. you can tell he’s trying to decide if he should be funny or genuine.

“y/n,” he says slowly. his shoes come into your field of vision, but you know if you look up, you’ll probably start crying. “hey, come on, sweets, look at me.”

as soon as you look up, his hands cup your face and he leans down to press a quick kiss to your lips.

when he pulls away, he smiles softly. “i’m okay. you know that right?” you nod and he laughs, pulling you into a hug, smashing your face into his stomach. “i’m okay. you hear me, lady? i’m alright.”

you laugh now, too, pushing away from him playfully. “ugh, i hate you!” you exclaim as he loosens his grip. the smile on his face lets you know that he knows you don’t really mean it. and, of course, you don’t.

he stares at you for a moment longer before jerking his head towards the door. “come on, let’s get out of here. we can go get ice cream or something.”

“ice cream?” you repeat, raising a brow. you stand up, not even reaching his nose. “and what are we going to do when the worker sees your busted lip and freshly bruised eye, hm?”

he inhales, puffing his chest out, holding his breath. he exhales on a laugh, throwing his arm over your shoulders. “yeah, we’ll go through the drive-thru, ‘kay?”

[slashingdisneypasta]

Slenderman x SlendermansionMaid!Reader || Oneshot

Plots: You’re shocked to see your boss and sometimes fuck buddy, when things are stressful in the Mansion (nothing more!! he’s still a frustrating ass!!) completely sloshed. *This one is entirely inspired by a Quotev Book I wrote years ago with the same plot- ‘Diary of a Slender Mansion Maid’.

Warnings: Drunkenness (Not that you can really tell 😅 He's just kindof a little looser then usual) and sexual references.

Tagging: @microwavemadness , @miss-understood (Hey there are sexual references but no smut. I hope its okay!! Please tell me if in the future you would like to be tagged in strictly fluff and/or angst ^^), and I hope y'all like this!

“Wh- Slender!??”

You cannot believe this. You cannot believe what you are seeing right now. It’s not that you rely on the man in any way, he’s frustrating and dickish 100 percent of the time and a royal pain in your ass- but generally he is the only other person (Being?) in this damn woods who’s on the same page as you!! That’s why you do your *stress relieving* together!- as the Head and the Maid of the mansion, you both get stressed and pissed off over the same things! It certainly isn’t because you like eachother. The master of this household is a complete asshole.

… But he’s usually a stone-cold sober asshole. One of the few few few things you appreciate about him. Usually the rest of the house is acting insane, even his brothers (Even his brothers who are actually lovely and mean well), you and Slender are the only still ones. Sure, he rarely does the heavy lifting in dealing with the messes his Pastas leave behind, that’s all you, but at least you have a still-spot to look for in the chaos.

You two usually release your own insanity on eachother, alone, away from hearing ears.

… and yet here is your oh-so-sensible leader, sitting at the kitchen table with Offender and Zalgo half slouched over (Well, more than usual. Which is not saying much by regular standards considering his spine is usually akin to an iron rod but still… it’s saying something. For sure.), a full-size bottle of jack between them and 28 empty ones on the ground around them. His and Offender’s tentacles are out and laying lazily on the ground between the bottles, Slender’s shirt is wrinkled and loosened at the collar, and his jacket is placed over the back of his chair. Its almost going to fall off and onto the ground!

Offender chuckles, seeing your face. “Oh Slender… you’re in trouble.”

“She is my maid… she does not do the getting mad. I do.” When Slender turns to you, enflaming your frustrations with his words, you just want to reach over and choke the jerk with his own tie. “Y/N. What are all these bottles doing on the ground? Clean this up.”

… oh that old bastard better be drunk off his ass, saying that to you. “Offender, Zalgo… “Your eyes, hard and angry, flicker over the other two. “Time to go.”

“Haha, oh- yes ma’am.” Offender gets up first, actually pushing out of his chair and turning on his foot as if to walk out when he could just teleport so much easier. Zalgo seems a little more together, grinning mischievously at you for a few moments (Wondering what you’re going to do to Slender), before Offender grabs his shoulder. “C’mon, let’s go find some real trouble to get into. Let’s let Slender play house.”

“Oh I do love trouble. Indeed, let’s go.”

Then they’re both gone, and Slender and you are stuck in a showdown. You’re staring at his smooth face, the worst greasy you have ever mustered in your eyes, and he’s not moving an inch. He almost looks bored in his body language. Languid.

You know it’s just a tactic to piss you off more, but damn does it work. “… okay just- what in the world are you doing??” You finally ask, shoulders dropping. Honestly, you’re just surprised. Slender?? Drunk?? Slender drinking with his brother who he calls a moron on the regular and a demon he hates?

Who blackmailed him? Who held a burning rod to his asshole and forced him?

“I am fully entitled to have a drink of this… “Picking it up, he looks to be reading the label- before putting it back down faced away from him. “vile moron juice, any time that I please Y/N.” He explains, destroying the validity in his own statement with his own basic inability to keep his true views to himself. “Tastes disgusting,… makes people into monkeys,... but it has its virtues.”

Sighing, you drop down to a crouch and start collecting bottles. “… so I have permission to call you an ape?” You mutter, knowing he heard you.

“Try it.”

You flash him a look, like ‘I just did’, before getting up to your feet again and setting the bottles in your arms on the bench. While he ignores you and sits there quietly for a good few moments, thinking whatever drunk-thoughts Slender has, you manage to wonder about - careful not to step on his tentacles or trip over his impossibly long legs stretched out under the table so far they stick out the other end, - and collect the rest of the bottles; putting them all up on the bench together. Then you turn to Slender and decide that has to be your next job.

Sighing, you wipe your hands together and approach him. “… coffee or a shower first?”

“… I want to stew, some more.” He says defiantly, and you immediately roll your eyes.

“I’m making you coffee.”

~

A couple of hours later and Slender is no more sober then when you found him. When you were on the opposite side of the kitchen, your arms full of bottles and on your way out to throw them away, Slender pointedly poured the rest of the Jack Daniels into the brewing pot of coffee. Then while you gradually cleaned up the rest of the wrecked kitchen, he sat at the table and drank it all out of a mug that says ‘World’s Best Tallest Dad’ which Jeff got him for Christmas one year.

For that bullshit you cursed him and told him you would never make him coffee again- and he ‘pfft’ at you. Pfft.

That is not the problem now, though. Now the problem is that not only is he smashed-- but he’s energetically smashed.

And you’re the only other one home right now. So, great.

You almost pray for Offender and Zalgo to come back here.

~

You’re just organising the trash (Compost, recycling and dump, plus Good Will which is a you-suggestion), trying to ignore Slender’s presence entirely, still stretched out at the kitchen table across from you- watching you- when he breaks the pleasant silence and make you groan. “You know a more efficient way to do that would be to utilise the organisational bins I had Jeff steal from a- what was it? Wall-Mart? Yes. And, also- listen to me- this is very important- that shirt is not your colour.”

Instead of truly dignifying Slender’s unnecessary nit-picking, you just turn with a terrible greasy and stick him with it. “Do you know that you’re insufferable?”

“I’ve heard- but even so, I’m rarely wrong.” Looking away momentarily, Slender releases a disturbing sound that you hear very very rarely that you can only describe as his version of a chuckle. Full of joy, and static. “And better yet, you know it~… “Dear lord. How can it be possible that this man can get even more frustrating and annoying. You are never letting this man touch a bottle ever again.

Rolling your eyes though, you turn back to what you’re doing. He returns to his staring, silently criticising you most definitely. You just sigh, and finish sorting. It gets done pretty fast, considering its just you two at home. No chaos, no insane teenagers creating new messes for you making you feel like you’re trying to empty a self-filling fountain with a bucket- just Slender and his occasional energetic-drunk commentary constantly in the room with you, whatever room you move to (The bastard follows you). You then finish the vacuuming, a good portion of the laundry and even get dinner started; it becomes a very productive day and you’re happy about it!

At least, you figure, when he’s not talking, then Slender’s presence can almost be construed as companionable. Which is probably why today was a relatively peaceful one. After all at least he’s not trying to touch you like Offender, or breaking things like Jeff, or making irritating noise with a videogame like BEN, or even asking you for things like sweet Sally. So once you’re all done with your to-do list, and the stew is on the stove slow-cooking- you go ahead and put on another pot of coffee.

Slender leans over your back, and he’s so tall he doesn’t touch you at all there but you can still feel his presence and you hang your head back on your neck; eyes closed and brows furrowed in frustration, knowing just what he’s going to start on now. “… I don’t want that.”

“Well you’re going to drink it.”

“No, no I don’t think I will, nope.”

“I swear to god you giant cranky turd you will drink this coffee or you’re not getting dinner.”

“Then I have some more bad news to break to you- that man does not exist. The only god here is me, and you aren’t allowed to swear at me.”

Here you just flash him a dangerous smile over your shoulder, so heavily venomous that you don’t need to swear at him. “I don’t know how you drink without a mouth, but I am gonna chuck this burning hot coffee at you and just hope for the best~ “

For a moment, Slender just watches the coffee boiling, over the top of your head. You crane your neck once again to look at him this time, wondering what drunk-Slender-thoughts he’s thinking now. When you’re just about to give up waiting for him to say something else and further the conversation (Or argument. Potato-potahto though with the two of you) you turn around to lean back into the edge of the bench and look at him straight-on for a moment instead, because your neck was hurting. Just then, the bottom of Slender’s mouth tears away from the top before your eyes and the jagged rip curls up at one corner- like a terrifying smirk. Albeit, an awkward and unsure one.

Your eyes bug out of your skull. “You can do that!?”

“I can~ “ Even if his 'facial expression' is awkward, the confidence of a thousand years and also 29 full size bottles of tennesee whiskey, give or take, is still stuck stubbornly in his voice.

No way. You're genuinely surprised and intrigued. "This whole time??"

"Since birth- err, or creation. Our beginning is rather unclear." Mhm.

Thoughtfully, curiously, you raise up onto your tip toes in order to take a better look. It's not the weirdest thing you've seen in this house, but it's new and intriguing even so. Especially since you regularly fuck this man. "... Do you have a- hm." You stop. Maybe you shouldn't ask that, you think, pressing your lips into a firm line.

"A tongue?" Slender finishes for you, never one to let something be when he knows he can use it to make someone else feel smaller. You just sigh, and nod. Yep, that is what you were thinking. When a thick, slimy, dexterous, terrifying-looking black creature-tongue makes a short appearance out the abyss inside his mouth and licks his bottom lip very quickly, your eyes fly open wide again. "I do." He tells you matter-o'-factly; no flirty or vulgar tone in his voice, but a definite pridefulness. A smugness. A teasing intrigue, in your line of questioning.

God you're truly starting to dislike drunk Slender. He's borderline creeping you out. This isn't him.

... Even so though- "Does it hurt?" You ask, reaching up (extending your arm almost as far as it'll go, he's so tall) to ghost your fingers over the tear in his usually-smooth face. There isn't any blood or anything, its just like if you ripped a piece of paper, but- surely- that cannot be comfortable!

"Its perfectly comfortable," He responds, having been listening to your thoughts which makes you sigh. Has he been doing that this whole time?? You hate when he does that- "Its a natural function of mine. And yes- I know you hate it. That's a bonus, thank you."

Now you give his chest a wack with the back of your hand. "So you're saying could've been using that on me this whole time??"

...

-He just sighs. "Such a vulgar human."

"Says the one that insists I wear no underwear when your brothers all come over so you have easier access- "

"That's just practical, Y/N." And dangerous, considering one his brothers is Offender. "You and I both know the mansion is at its most ridiculous when they dare to visit. You benefit just as much as I do."

"... pfft."

"Pfft? Did you just 'pfft' me??"

"You fuck me before they even arrive."

"I anticipate the chaos."

You open your mouth immediately to go 'ha' at him, but no sound comes out. Because... right. He's right. He's completely correct. You two don't do this because you like each other, or out of any actual desire for each other... you do it to relieve stress. You should stop this line of conversation now, before one of you says something silly and incorrect suggesting any different. "Oh yeah." For a moment theirs a silence between you, you retracting your hand from him while you both stop to just think for a second. Because that sure was close. You could have ruined what you have! And that would be a shame- because it works. "Well-- I'm still not the only vulgar one." You shrug, slipping out from where he still hangs over you and collecting the now-brewed coffee with you.

"... right." For a split second Slender seems too caught up in own thinking that he almost lets you win- before flicking immediately back to his senses, insulting you as easily as he breathes (However it is that he does that); heading to the table with a mug for the coffee he 'didn't want', anyhow. "Uh- I mean- you're mistaken, but that's okay. You're only, pathetically human. Its to be expected."

Instead of responding, you pour the coffee for him then step back against a bench and you both sit in silence for a few more painfully awkward moments. He's just sipping and you're just wondering if you can just leave-

when a horrid crash noise sounds from the living room as well as the smell of pot wafting in as well; BEN's high chuckling following shortly after, and your eyes slip slowly to Slender at the same time that his head turns your way. Neither of you move for a second but you can feel a gentle, heated throbbing beginning to rise in your underwear, thinking about the mess that you'll inevitably have to clean up when you go in there and find out the TV is smashed, and the yelling Slender's going to do because a new TV has to be stolen for the mansion now. Which means-

"Laundry room."

"I'll meet you there."

[featherwurm]

Thinkin' about Zatavia 'Tav' Felix (my BG3 character) growing up - notes under the cut:

Her mother (thankfully) survived her birth but it was all a bit of a mess and Tav's parents opted not to try for children again (Tav is an only child - her family wanted a lot of children but Tav's difficulty nipped that in the bud. There may have been a bit of lingering resentment.)

She was, quite frankly, a miserable and often awful child. Generally because the world around her wouldn't meet her on her level, and she didn't fear authority enough to not speak her mind. Bullied and beleaguered, though loved by her parents when she came to the end of primary school, the family had to have a long talk about what she was going to do.

Monastic training was the choice, and honestly it really suited her, she took to the discipline and routine of it and lost the angry edge of childhood (although she's remained stubborn, fierce, and strong though now uses those to better effect.) Sidenote: All the preteens/teens tend to steal the contraband in the locked box in the office and fiddle around with it - from cigarettes to firecrackers, it's fine, kindof a right of passage. She shaved her hair short and kept it that way for the rest of her time at the monastery (not required, but very practical.)

Her teenage years really were more of the light and fun years than her childhood, and she enjoyed physically training in marital arts, caring for animals, cooking, cleaning, and all the various other shifts that keep the monastery running (although like everyone would try to trade off latrine duty.) She also got her head around social interaction with her peers (although remained straightforward, bossy, and sometimes a little mean.)

In her early twenties she was ready to set out on her own as a wandering monk, and has been one for the last twenty years. She's seen a lot of Faerûn on her own by this point - although traveling on her own means she's never taken on truly challenging adversaries or adventures (just doing what she can to get by, get a meal, and find a place to rest - and she was quite happy that way.) She started growing her hair out and wearing the kohl around her eyes when she left the monastery (cuts down on glare.)

Fun Facts:

Her family lived in the Seatower area (part of the Lower City across the bay from the events of BG3. She points this out to Karlach when they are having dinner at the Singing Lute as they have a great view across the bay.)

Her hair was black before it went gray (starting in her late 20s and really going full gray in her late 30s.)

She got her lip tattoo at 19, a number of her friends got similar tattoos at the time (they were, dare we say, trendy.)

The monastery she is from (and returns to occasionally) is technically in service of Helm but Tav has a dim view of religion (normal for a monk - it's not like her prowess comes from any god.) It is one of the largest Monasteries in Baulder's Gate proper in the Temples area of the Upper City.

Her parents passed some years prior to game events - a bit on the younger side for Tiefling lifespans but nothing noteworthy. Her father passed after a loosing a painful battle with dropsy (cancer), and her mother died a few years later of an unknown illness. Their siblings cared for them in their convalescence as Tav was traveling, but she made it home before either of them passed.

Her mother was an in-town courier (mail carrier) and her father was a cook at a riverside pub.

All along there's no reason why she and Karlach wouldn't have crossed paths in their younger years (before Tav left the city), but they don't know each other till game events (and yes, there is a significant gap in their ages.) Mostly I wanted to just sketch something cute.

[triptychcryptid]

I know alot of people are doing GF au's with little Stan/Ford and 30 something Stan/Ford, but hear me out: 50's Stan and 30's Ford. Like Stan's just SO happy to see Ford, and hugs him and Ford's like still pissed at him over the science project thing, but hasn't learned to fight yet, so he goes to punch Stan, but Stan basically has him on the ground in seconds and just sits on him. Then he's like "...Jesus Ford, you smell terrible! Don't you ever shower?"

But like...he kindof explains that something terrible happens in the future but knows Bill's here and watching/listening and Ford's ego won't let him listen anyway, so he kindof just crashes at Ford's house while trying to think of a way to dispel the evil triangle without letting Bill know what he knows. And he gets to see first hand how crazy Ford's become and some of the possessions and whatnot, and see how this all affected McGucket too. And how isolated Ford's been.

Meanwhile, 30's Stan ends up with 50's post weirdmageddon Ford and Ford sees him snd just starts sobbing and hugs him and Stan's like "who the hell are you? Some weird uncle mom and dad never told me about? Why the hell ya cryin'?" And Ford's like "No, Stanley, it's me! Ford!"

"Yeah, I'm not an idiot, pal. My TWIN brother is 80 years old? I don't think so."

"80?! I'm 58!" I don't look THAT bad, do I?" And the kids both shake their heads. XD Stan sees the kids and is like "Who are they?"

" They're...Shermie's grandkids...Mason and Mabel." Stan just bursts out laughing.

"SHERMIE. My TWELVE YEAR OLD BROTHER. Now I KNOW you're full of shit!"

And goes to leave, but Ford grabs him "No, wait, please!" And he grabs a pen and paper and writes basically a letter in their secret code that says

"Stanley,

I am so sorry about everything. I'm so sorry I didn't believe you or stick up for you with Mom and Dad. I'm so sorry I didn't contact you or try to find you. I'm so sorry I left you on your own. I'm so sorry I didn't help you. It took me 40 years and a whole mess of shit to make me grow up, but I see now how smart you are. How resilient, resourceful, creative. How much you care. I've missed you all this time, even when we weren't talking because I was too arrogant to forgive you.

I love you, Stanley."

Stan would sit down halfway through it, and that letter would be enough to convince him. He'd just stare at Ford and tears would well up "Ah...somethin' in my eye. We got bugs in here?"

Ford would wholeheartedly offer to let Stan stay until they could get him back home, and while Ford was setting Stan up in his room, he's be like "You can get coffee or whatever's in the fridge whenever you want, if you need anything, my study's just down the hall, that's where I'm sleeping right now. Oh, watch out for Glitter. Mabel's managed to get it EVERYWHERE." He goes to leave "Oh, and DON'T TOUCH MY VHS TAPES! It took me forEVER to find another copy of Into the Night, LadyHawke and Temple of Doom! They were missing when I got back from the portal, and I KNOW it was you, Stanley!" Leaves, shutting the door behind him.

Stan just stands there "...What the fuck?"

[freewillacquired]

"Damn straight," Matt said, grinning back. "That's what I'm hoping for with... whatever they did to me. To use it against them. Since I can't go back and stop them from doing it to me, the next best thing is to turn it right back around on them."

He looked down at his right arm, at a place he'd seen move on its own more than once, ominously, just under the skin. "I feel like I should try to figure it out, to master it, whatever it is... because back at the facility, it kindof... happened to me instead of me controlling it. That makes me worried for what it might do without my consent later on. But then a part of me worries that if I dabble too much... whatever it is will get stronger and then... what if it starts to take over more permanently?"

He sighed. "But I guess it's gonna keep developing whether I like it or not, so I should just... own it." Right when he said that, a strange snakelike movement of something just below the surface of his skin moved right where he'd been looking, startling Matt. It seemed to squirm a bit and then settle down, eventually disappearing into the normal shape of his arm again. Matt's wide eyes looked from it up to Alice's. "Sometimes I swear it can actually hear me..." he said nervously in a whisper, as if trying avoid it doing just that.

Matt chuckled and tousled up his hair. "If you wanna try to tame this mess, be my guest." He blushed a little when Alice said the look wasn't half bad on him. "It doesn't really bother me, except for the bits hanging in my eyes. I'd just as soon shave it all off, but... I did that once back in high school for the swim team and uh... never again. Apparently I've got a weirdly-shaped head. My friends never let me hear the end of it." He laughed at himself. Stupid memories like that were so meaningless now... and yet so important for holding onto his heart and humanity.

Nodding as Alice said she already had ideas on where to get weapons and ammo, Matt drew in a deep breath, letting it out slowly. "Okay, so that might be promising, and we can rest here as long as nobody realizes where in here, but... food might be an issue. Not sure where we'd get that from. I feel like if I could just get some more sleep, I could push through the hunger. Last night was a good start. I haven't slept like that since before... all of this."

freewillacquired​:

“Really? You can do all that stuff?” Matt realized how naïve he sounded just then. “With the computers, I mean? I’m not great with them, and that’s being kind.” He smirked at himself, but then he smiled at Alice. “Is there anything you can’t do? I have to admit, you’re making me feel pretty goddamn inadequate right now.” He laughed and shook his head. “It’s not easy being around someone who’s expertly good at everything they do. My minimal Quantico training is not going to be able to keep up with you, that’s for sure. But there’s no one I’d rather be with right now than you, Alice.”

He chuckled and ran his fingers through his bushy hair. “Man, do I need a haircut. First they shaved off all my hair and then they left it to its own devices to grow into a thicket,” he complained. “Though I guess if wild hair is my biggest problem, I’m doing pretty good, right?” Wild hair definitely wasn’t his biggest problem right now. “Feel free to just hack it with a knife if you need to let some stress out.” He was joking… but also… he was actually not joking. 

“Okay, so… what do we need to pull this off? Aside from getting lots of rest so that we’re actually up for a fight, I guess we’ll need to pick a location to lure them to. And plenty of weapons…” he mused. 

@freewillacquired​

Alice smirked slightly, shaking her head at him. Her ease with computers came with her job – being head of security meant she had extensive training with technology along with martial arts. “I’m just glad I can use my skills for good this time,” she mused, though her eyes were a little sad.

Looking at him with his hair, Alice chuckled a little to herself. “I’m not a talented hairdresser, but I can probably help you out a little. The shaggy look isn’t too bad on you, though.”

Considering his thoughts, she grew quiet and contemplative for a moment. “We will need to get weapons and ammo. Lots of ammo. I can help us with that.” She had sources all over where she had hidden supplies. “But the rest can wait until after we get some rest and food.” She didn’t want to wait too long, but it was clear that Matt needed some time to recover from everything.

[frostinepac3]

Hey y'all I know this isn't really the place for this but I've been going through alot of things mentally and emotionally- so this might be a very messy vent post. TW ahead

Tw self harm / suicide

Things have just been piling up recently and its been hard to talk about not just with my family but people in general, mostly because I've been told its never been the time or place to speak about it. For the past 2-3 years and up until now I have been and still am struggling with self harm, I was just always afraid to say it outright for fear of people thinking of me differently. Home life hasn't been terrible but it hasn't been good either, I've been considering running away but I don't quite have the means or the mental capacity to do so yet since I've been so sheltered. My autism coupled with adhd makes functioning extra difficult for me and it seems no matter how much I push that I could maybe benefit from meds I either get shot down or brushed off. Most of my depression stems from the fact I have such a hard time functioning and that I'm not "normal" and every day it gets harder and harder to get out of bed and actually take care of myself.

Despite that-

I've been so thankful to be a part of this community since when I discovered it I was at the lowest point in my life, being borderline homeless and contemplating suicide.

Im surprised im even still here considering alot of my circumstances but I'm trying my best to hold on.

I hate to trauma dump a bit here since I don't want y'all to feel responsible for me and my mental health but it does get a little hard to bear on your own after awhile.

Sorry about that.

Tldr; I am feeling quite physically, emotionally and mentally exhausted and I'm struggling to cope a bit.

Sorry if I scared anyone. I'm still here, just barely holding on for now- love you guys ❤

[lolita-lollipop]

Honestly, if anyone asked me to marry them I'd run crying to Dadzawa or PapaMic. I do NOT wanna get married ever lmfaoooooooooooooo

YANDERE FATHER AIZAWA X READER (SHORT)

Honestly me too💀 I have trouble saying no to anyone, and I kindof need someone to tell people off for me. It’s like my worst fear that someone will propose and I won’t be prepared, and then I won’t be able to say no.

But just think about it, reader is just standing there sweating, in public, maybe in a restaurant or a theme park, or even a garden. Their spouse down on one knee smiling up at them sweetly, knowing that the reader won’t say no, they’re too scared for that, too nice. people around start clapping and cheering, and you just stare down at the shiny gold ring encrusted with diamonds, knowing it’s a promise. A promise that you can’t make.

I mean, you’d only been dating for a month? You love them, but this is too soon.

But still, it would make your lover, whomever they may be, very upset. Saying no would probably end your relationship, and hurt them, you don’t want them to drift into sadness because of your rejection. And so many people around are staring, waiting for you to smile and happily start crying. So you do, you bring your hand up to cover the sad, quivering look of your lips. And just as you’re about to be pressured into nodding your head, a hand presses down on your shoulder. One you can recognize.

Looming behind you is your father, Aizawa, he may or may not have been stalking you on your little date, he never approved of this love of yours, they were too demanding of you, they always took and never gave back. Ever since you’d been with them it was like the life was sucked out of you, your face seeemd hollow and it was like you were scared to talk about your relationship. The second he saw them get down on their knee with that poisonous smile, and certainly when he saw that look in your eyes, there was no way he was letting them marry you.

“No”

It’s as simple as that, the person on their knee stares up now at him, a look both of fear and hatred crossing their face. Aizawa is a tall man, you see him as the soft papa who picks you up and cuddles you over a cup of hot chocolate, but others see him as the underground hero who could slit your throat in seconds. No matter how quiet the man is, one thing that every person in Japan knows, is to never mess with his daughter. Ever.

“And why should you have a say in it? You aren’t y/n? Back off man.” The coy smile of theirs spreads across his face again, thinking that you would go against your father. The atmosphere was tense as the two now stared at you, awaiting your reaction. Your lover trying to pressure you with his gaze, you could barely meet his eyes out of fear. It took every ounce of control in you not to curl into a ball and cry, social interaction is not your thing, and being a people pleaser is, you don’t want to get married. Your papa knows that.

“Who says you have a right to marry her in the first place? You forget, I’m her father, and I won’t simply just back of-“ Aizawa hissed back at the person, who now had stood up and faced him, their gazes could slice a sheet of paper. You knew this would escalate, and make it more of a scene than it had to be, probably a fight, and all three of you know that your spouse is weak compared to Aizawa. Not to mention mic was going to go insane if he heard of this. You didn’t need that. So you turned around, and grabbed your fathers hand from your shoulder, eventually pushing yourself into his chest.

“Stop it. I wanna go home now” with that it was over, your lover sat behind you dumbfounded that you would defy them. And your papa smiled at you, knowing this is what you would choose in the end. He saw the flicker of relief in your eyes when he denied the marriage, but he also saw the sympathy. You would probably be upset about this later.

All in all, you’re relieved. And once again, you left the ultimate power to your parents.

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I did not mean for this to turn into what it did, whatever that is.

But anyway- thanks for the inspiration

This was fun to write! Thanks for requesting! Have a great day!

[outpost-31]

alright posting about it because I love it. for a rock human I had to create a stand. here it is

it's named after this song, but I just call it Arpeggi for short.

It's Layne Funagata's stand, one he had since before ever joining the org.

I've already explained it so . transcripts of lazy midnight conversation under the cut

also layne's stand has rings of eyes surrounding its face like the ophanim but instead it's head functions like a 360° camera because it's a mechanical stand. does this make sense. the rings are attached and rotate around a fixed point (the 'face'. still deciding what it is)

fun fact. because it's meant to look like a seraphim. arpeggi also has several pairs of wings. HOWEVER. theyre entirely mechanical and have cables attached to them like a powerline. it's such a strange thing, it's mechanical but also some parts of it are carved out of rock

ohh my god that reminds me. arpeggi follows the jojolion trend of extremely mechanical humanoid stands and. ok let me get a definition

now this is what the song is named after right. for this reason I thought it would be cute for arpeggi to have a mess of thin wires in their chest that are pulled tight enough for you to play like a harp. guess what those multiple arms are for. guess how its ability activates

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OH this isn't a cosmetic thing. the ability activates when it pulls on the strings

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layne is a conman and for that reason arpeggi is both a mix of the gambling stands in the series (osiris, marilyn manson) and yet also relies on unknowing hypnosis

that's what the chords do. it's a very obvious cue but the playing of the music with the ability. it`s literally designed not to be noticeable and for your brain to just tune it out. he openly cheats at bets and arpeggi grants him immunity because it leaves whoever he's playing with completely ignorant to his cheating. it doesn't actually change anything about your mind, you don't act any different and he can't command you, but it quite literally rewrites what youre seeing and displays something else like a mirage

he openly rigs a card draw to benefit himself? you see him playing entirely fairly as long as arpeggi is playing its music

this also works for other things which makes fighting him disorienting and confusing, especially because arpeggi only has to strike one chord for the effect to take hold. however in that case it only lasts for a limited time, for a constant effect it needs to play a song

he just uses it for bets and gambling. for the fun of it. never anything too serious, he does it for the fun it seems which is why he backed out when he met araneri and saw hof

the way he rigged araneri's bet was by pouring him shots of liquor that was much stronger than they'd both agreed to drink to get him to tap out early. and then hof manifested and he gently switched their shotglasses around

fun fact, arpeggi IS kindof biological but only in some places. the inside of its chest and its hands and its eyes (including thr ones on the rings)? that's it. you can see Biological Pieces in there when you look behind the strings to see it play but most of them are encased in rock or metal and don't move much. and its eyes usually stay closed

only its hands are the most noticeable. it only plays with 4 at a time because the others are more mechanical and produce a worse sound on the strings, which it genuinely cares about and gets annoyed by. they're much more dexterous than metal could be and much softer so those 4 are clearly skin despite how they look

then thr main body seems to be composed of metal and filled and draped with electrical wiring like a transmission tower including the blinking red lights and. then the head carved out of stone in the middle of the rings. it's a beast and i love it

I mentioned it has multiple pairs of wings. it does, they're just mechanical. 2 of them though are petrified like they were encased with clay and rock and also have moss growing on them like layne's hair and. are unable to move. it drapes multiple wires and lights over them since they're stable and they won't fall off

got too lazy to type the last one

[sradlightstab1]

Wokong is dad ruff draft (so a lot of mistakes )

Wokong had risen from a crying from his son who had just reached 3 "hay bud I'm up I'm up haha" wokong said with a horsed voiced "are you hungry " the little monkie bit him then pulled his hair "ok ok ow ow OW stop it I get it Haha your hunger ok " wokong polled his cub to his back and when he was shore they were on there tight he jumped out of the opened window and landed on his feet and then walked to a tree and picked a few good ones and handed on to mk "be careful with the pit ok" wokong went a picked more the looked back at mk who had the hole peach in his mouth " how why AND MK NO YOU cant eat that hole thing " wokong tryed to grab mk so he could make him spit it out and mk jumped to the branch and ran away still trying to eat that peach "DONT THINK YOU CAN RUN FROM ME "

Wokong jumped in to the tree after his cube. Mk ran jumped and leaped and wokong was still hot on his tail till wokong was go after he fell from one particular tree and mk just keeped going tell he was at a grass field and mk tryed to eat the peach but it was really big he couldn't eat it "boo" then wokong jumped from the grass mk jumped then wokong grabbed mk and mk finally let the big peach out of his mouth "ok 1 ew and 2 you know you can eat the hole thing little bits remember"mk looked at him with a blank space like he spaced out " mk *sigh* ya know you scare me of how much you act like me some times "eat" mk finally said and wokong was glad his cub came back from his imagination "yes yes we'll eat " wokong grabbed a spare knife he had mainly so he could cut small pieces for mk " I don't know why I gave you that whole your to small for that " wokong cut a piece and gave it to mk,mk eating it with out a second glance "haha ya it's good " wokong cut a few more for his cub and gave him a few more. Wokong wished he could cook a really breakfast for his cub but wokong didn't know how to cook for the life of him and the fact that wokong was lonely to he had some one who cooked for him and the other monkies that members made wokong sad "dada you okay " mks words snapped wokong back to reality "ah sorry kid I was just thinking " "baba?" Dame this kid had gotten smart wokong hoped his cub would have forgotten about his baba but he new he couldn't for get wokong couldn't even for get his beloved "ya I'm thinking about baba agin" mk looked up at wokong thin hugged in to wokongs side kindof trying to comfort him "ya I now I mess them too"

Wokong and mk just sat in silence for a bit then a monkie comes up in a panic "what what wrong" the monkie chirps pips and ohs and ahs "thares a demon attacking a village " the monkie shack's thare head up and down "shit "wokong looked at mk ,he need to help those people but he couldn't let those people get hert either "ok first things first keep en eye on mk if it's a week demon it should be quit of I'm not back in a hour I gess go try and fined to twelve year old or whatever" wokong placed mk down with a monkie and wokong ran a formed his cloud and was off to save the small city .

Tangs pov

"OK OK what are you haveing us drop you off here tang"

"Oh well on of my friends asked me to take a look her and-" "it was HIM again wasn't it he told you to just take a look here and IM JUST WANT TO NOW IF ITS PRETTY "

Tang looked at pigsy he was right that guy did make him go to rare and pretty please just so he could put his stupid housing complex on it and I would lose its beauty BUT maybe this time was different than before maybe he changed "I think you're just overreacting pigsy hes not doing it again I know hes not "

Pigsy sighed in frustration "FINE but dont come crying to me when It happens again

And just like that pigsy and sandy went back to the bout and left tang was now alone bye him self just him and this island

Tang began unpacking he polled out a book he read so much as a kid the Journey to the West story he read so much he laughed tang remembered when he was a kid he wished monkie king would come and marry him hahah dumb kids stuff tang remembered then he pulled out a bag of peach chips he was about to open the sweet bag of chips when he seen a monkie with clothes on it with a brown fur pattern and looking at tang and the bag "haha I'm sorry Bobby your not allowed to have these" from the looks of tang it was a cub and its mother or father should be around here and tang was confused what creep thought it was a good idea to put close one a baby "shouw shouw " tang tryed to scare it away but it just stayed put tang described just to grab it and but the cub back near the woods by the beach.

But as soon as he put one touch of skin on the cub he was attacked by multiple monkeys he screamed and ran when they got discord. Tang was running for his life

Wokong finished dealing with the demon or demons the twins thought they could scam people in to buying cursed ketones or something like that and was about to to get rid of them when "HOLD ON WE HAVE SOME THING WE THINK YOUED WANT" "YA YA u what do we have agin brother" "you know the thing" "OH THE THING YA WE HAVE A VARY GOOD THING YOU'LL LIKE MONKIE KING HAHAH SEE HERE" one of the brothers held up a golden bug thing NO it was a cicada a golden cicada but wokong had no us for something like that "I don't have eny us for worthless things"

"Oh but this isn't useless " "ya we stole it from some demon you see this bug can fined eny reincarnation form eny ware we sware the demon wanted to us it so he could kill that one and take thare immortality hahah but you can hav_" "GIVE ME THAT" wokong couldn't believe it he could fined his beloved maybe in a different form but still he love mk didn't have to grow up with out a father and wokong wouldn't be alone eny more he would be hole again just him and his family haha"sooooo we can go free right" "yaya shore what ever" wokong looked at the bug it was his only chance to have his beloved back. wokong formed a cloud and flew off back home leaving the demon brothers tied up "dumeass you were supposed to have him in tie us then let us go" "HOW WAS I SUPPOSE TO KNOW THAT"

Tang leaped jumped the most he ever had he fell in to some bushes and seen that same monkie from be for EATING HIS CHIPS THAT FUCKING BRAT"YOUR NOT ALLOWED TO EAT THOSE " tang tryed to grab the cub but he herd the hored of monkies and chose to run then get that little shit who started all this.

Wokong leaped off his cloud and to his house he then seen mk ran to him with a bag of...chips? "Hahah why do you have these " "man" "what?" That made wokong a little scared but his cub probably just found it bye the beach some ware "hay guess what I found fighting two evil demons " "what dada?" "I found something vary speshill to finded some one vary important " "ME!" "Yes I love you and your important but it's some one else kiddo " "aw"mk said a little disappointed wokong could see that he then picked mk up and polled the golden cicada out of his pocket now all he had to do was figure out how it worked why cant magic things come with directions wokong looked at the bottom of it thare was righting something about the sun blah blah bull shit like that wokong figured he had to place it in the sun to make it work.

Wokong cared him and mk out of the water fall and to a cliff side ware the sun could be seen the most "ok ready kid" mk nodded wokong pleased the bug down on the grown he was ready to see his love he couldn't wait to see them even if they looked different

The cicada be gang to glow it was buzzing and looked like it was about to fly when

"MAN" mk chirped wokong looked back at mk "what man mk?" Wokong didn't understand this kid some times he would say and do thing that wokong never could understand then thare was a boom and that was a human who had slammed in to the ground...the ground "see daddy man" wokong could definitely see a man A MAN WHO JUST DESTROYED HIS ONLY WAY OF FINDING HIS BELOVED "ERRR WHY DO YOU DO THINGS TO ME BUDDHA FISSITZITSRUSRU" wokong stomped in anger his one chance to fined him and this human ruined it wokong almost wanted to smash and kill the human right thare but he really couldn't he had gone to soft to do that but he was definitely going to make this human regret what they did

Tang remembered running then falling then darkness then TANGS eye shot open hits body hert but not to bad that he couldn't move he tryed to look at his surroundings then above him seeing the monkie cub looking at him "hi mr man"

"AHHHH" tang shot up that cub could talk how why what was going on how hard did he hit his head "my dada said your in big trouble " "what dad" what dad? Tang felt scared this Cubs dad new about him what was he going to do now "YA DAD" tang froze his was so dead....

[diavolosthots]

Ohhh since requests are open can I request a scenario where( satan or levi or mammon) forgets about mc's birthday and only to be reminded when they hear someone congratulating mc a few days after or at the same day

***REQUESTS ARE NOT OPEN THIS IS FROM LAST TIME***

We're leaving trash men who forget their s/o's birthday in 2020 so im writing this at 10:32, december 31st, 2020.

Warning: like... A minor argument-> happy ending

Forgetful ( SATAN X GN!READER )

Something felt.. Off. It had been for a while, but no matter how long Satan sat there and thought about it, he couldn’t quite grasp it. He had hoped to find the answer coming out of one of the books he was reading, kind of a ‘meant to be’ sign or something like that, but the books just confused him more, something he never thought he would say. It felt like… something was missing, and something was actually missing but you were apparently super busy lately so that can’t be it… can it? You wouldn’t lie to him to have an excuse not to be with him, would you? No… He didn’t think so. Usually you’d tell him if he messed up and at least attempt to put him back in his place, which he always found amusing, “maybe it’s my time to cook and I forgot…” But he checked the schedule fifteen times by now and it wasn’t his day. His day wouldn’t be for another five days. 

This feeling of forgetting something, of being uneasy and nervous, never really left him throughout the days, but it was starting to agitate him. You, too, were starting to agitate him. He barely got any time with you now and he seriously wondered if you were actually busy or if he had done something that he doesn’t know about; his mind was racing with thoughts and attempts of explanations, burning him out and tiring him way too quickly… and then he figured it out. Of course, he had to figure it out through Lucifer, whom he caught talking to you in the hall and handing you a little red box, “Happy Late Birthday, (Y/N). My apologies for not getting you this sooner…” Birthday? Had he actually forgotten your birthday? No… no way, he wouldn’t do that… He distinctly remembers your birthday! It was…. A few weeks ago. 

How could he forget your birthday? How did he not…? Why hadn’t you said anything either?! No, no, no…! He would not blame himself when you were just as much to blame as he was! You are ignoring him for something as silly as that, out of pettiness and spite. Yes he kindof, really, messed up, but… that’s no good reason to ignore him all this time, at least not in his eyes! Should he stop you when you walk by him, ask what Lucifer had given you? Too late, he didn’t think straight, stopping you by wrapping his hand firmly around your arm, “Satan! Goodness, you scared me!” He looked between you and the box in your hand as anger boiled inside of him. Not only had he forgotten your birthday, but Lucifer managed to make it up to you with a present before he could; how embarrassing is that!

“Why didn’t… “ he paused, deciding to start this conversation in another way, “You’re ignoring me.” He frowned, letting go of you so you could face him properly. Should you deny it? It seems he already had it figured out so there’s no use in lying to him, “yes. I have been ignoring you.” “why, because I forgot your birthday?” The words slipped, he hadn’t meant to say them so directly, but there was no going back now. “Yes, Satan. Because you forgot my birthday. It wouldn’t have been that bad if you would’ve caught it the next day but it’s been two weeks. Two! Lucifer was late to gift me something, I didn’t even expect anything from him, yet here. We. fucking. Are.” You hadn’t meant to get so riled up, but truthfully it was bothering you. He’s your boyfriend, for goodness sakes! He is supposed to remember! “Lucifer, huh? Quite the charming guy.” He was mad, obviously. Not necessarily because of Lucifer, although he’d use this as an excuse now; he’s mad at himself for forgetting. 

“Yeah… what a charming guy…” you looked away from him, not wanting him to see how truly upset it made you, “more charming than my boyfriend, apparently.” “It’s just a birthday. You’ll have more. It’s not like your life will end tomorrow, (Y/N).” You couldn’t believe him, staring at him with wide eyes while you clutched Lucifer’s present in your hand, “... no, I hopefully won’t die tomorrow, but it’s the principal Satan!” you raised your voice, admittedly something you started to regret afterward, “You’re being a dick about this! You messed up by forgetting my birthday but instead of owning up to it, you’re pushing the blame on me! Granted, I shouldn’t have ignored and avoided you all this time, that was petty on my part, but at least I can admit that!” You were inches away from his face at this point, your nostrils flaring up with how much anger ran through you, anger he knew way too well. 

He looked back at you, kind of feeling ashamed of himself, but never backing down. With a thick swallow, he straightened up and nodded, “you’re right. I messed up by forgetting your birthday. I don’t have a right to be upset… you, however, do.” He bit the inside of his cheeks, no emotion really running over his face as he looked back at you, “I’m sorry. I’ll make it up to you by taking you out to dinner tonight and taking you to get whatever you want. You deserve it.” Although you were still in disbelief, a deep breath on your end allowed you to calm down enough to agree to his proposal, “yes… I’d like that… thank you.” He didn’t ask for the next part, pulling you in by cupping your face and kissing you softly, “I really am sorry, kitten. It won’t happen again. From now on, I will remember all important dates.” 

You returned the kiss of course, feeling yourself smile, “yeah….?” and then pause, frowning again, “you mean how you remembered the anniversary?” The blood running cold in his face as it dropped into one of fear was absolutely priceless and you couldn’t keep a stern face long enough before you bursted out laughing, shaking your head in amusement, “just kidding! No anniversary yet… I just really wanted to get you back.” A chuckle escaped him, dark eyes settling on yours, “oh you little…!” He started to tickle you, making you drop the present in an attempt to protect yourself as you laughed, “S-Satan…!!” You knew he wouldn’t give you mercy, not tonight. 

[the-last-cuddlebender]

Since I don't really enjoy character death fics (I'm an absolute crying mess after reading them😂😭) I request a fluffy fic where, a few months after bumi is born, the gaang get together and they all want to carry bumi after not seeing him for so long😂🤷‍♀️

Character death fics chip away my soul I stg (tho I might just make that fic a coming-home fix since I left Aang’s death kindof dubious👀)

This prompt was a lot more fun than I anticipated lol. I’m still a tad loopy from my fever, so grammar may or may not be optional😅. I hope you enjoy my hot mess madness tho!

(Bestuncle!Sokka? Bestuncle!Sokka😤)

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“Sokka.”

“No.”

“Sokka...”

“No.”

“Sokka—!”

“You just had him! It’s my turn! Besides, I’m his favorite.” Sokka bumped his nose with Bumi’s and tickled his tummy with his fingers. Bumi was hardly as big as a loaf of bread, but his laugh was as loud as Appa’s happy-groan-growl. “Isn’t that right, Boom-erang? Yes, it is. Yes, it is~ Ow!”

Bumi didn’t let go of Sokka’s finger even as Sokka stomped his foot and bit his lip to hold back a curse that would have given Katara more than enough reason to end him. Bumi may not have any teeth, but, Spirits, did the kid have some jaw strength.

“That, Snoozles, is called karma.” Toph simultaneously scooped Bumi from under his arms and bumped her hip to Sokka’s; and though the touch seemed light, the Water Tribe warrior left a dent in the wall as he flew from the blow.

(Zuko winced and probed Sokka’s drooling, almost-broken form. Sokka clung to life...but just barely.)

Maternity suited Toph just as beautifully as Katara, and Bumi smiled a supernova when she cradled him in her arms. His grasping hands reached for her face and patted her cheeks to feel the curve of her smile.

“Awwww, look at you, little warrior,” Suki cooed. She offered her fingers for Bumi to latch onto, and his giggle reached crescendo as she wiggled his little fists. “You are absolutely adorable. You’ve grown so much!”

“He’s heavier, too.” Toph frowned. “And a little cold. Hey, Flames-for-Brains—”

Zuko was a shadow at Suki’s shoulder and already curling his hands under Bumi’s bum and back. It had taken him a while to learn how to hold Bumi just right, but now Zuko accepted the transfer with ease.

Bumi froze, looked shocked, and then turned to bury his face in the little sun holding him.

Suki cooed some more. “Looks like you’ve got some best-uncle competition, Sokka.”

Sokka was on his feet in the next second. He looked at Suki like she just grew a third head. “What?!” he cried, his voice cracking like when they were kids. 

They all laughed, Sokka sulked, and none of them thought anything of Sokka’s (or their own) volume until Bumi flinched and sniffled.

Then he started to cry.

And Sokka looked ready to throw himself on a pyre to save his nephew from even one more tear.

“Sokka!” Suki hissed. Zuko looked as ticked as she sounded.

“Oh, nononono, it’s okay Boom-erang. It’s okay. I’m sorry.” Sokka tripped over himself to offer his hands to the babe in a small sign of apology. “It’s okay. Uncle Sokka was just being silly.”

Bumi’s tears thinned to small streams...

...but not before the Avatar tore through the temple to save his crying little world. 

Aang turned the corner at such a high speed and at such a sharp angle that he slid, parallel to the ground, into the adjacent wall. He was shirtless, shoeless, and so flushed with panic that he rearranged his facial anatomy with how wide he made his eyes.

“Bumi?” He fell twice before standing. “Guys, where—What’s Bumi—?”

“Calm down, Twinkletoes. Bumi is fine. Sokka is just a moron.”

“It was an accident!” Sokka pleaded in a whisper.

Aang teleported to Zuko’s side. Bumi turned to his father like a sunflower did to the sun—knowing where he was and grasping for him even though his eyes were closed. 

Once Aang had little Bumi safe in his arms, his world stopped tilting all crooked. His baby boy’s cry was broken by a comforted sound—content—that muted his next whine into a dull whimper. Smacking his lips, Bumi cuddled into the warm safety that held him, but he squirmed when he found no robe to hold onto.

“Shhh, shhh, shhh...It’s okay, Boom-Boom. Daddy’s here. Shhh…” Aang held Bumi high enough so one of his hands could anchor onto his prayer beads. Bumi’s other hand flailed until it found the fingers of Aang’s free hand, and Bumi finally—finally, bless the Spirits—calmed. He almost looked on the verge of sleep. He curled into his father’s chest, bodily hugged Aang’s hand, and gently gnawed his fingers.

Then it was quiet.

Then Toph smacked the back of Sokka’s head.

Then Suki did, too.

“Ow! What was that for?”

They said nothing, but their glares said everything. Zuko walked up, pinched the bridge of his nose, and flicked between Sokka’s eyes.

“Seriously?!”

“Hehe!”

They all looked over at father and son. Bumi giggled again and held Aang’s finger a little bit tighter.

“There’s that smile,” Aang said. He kissed Bumi’s head and blew a small raspberry that made his son giggle even louder and squirm even more.

Then Aang stopped. 

And Bumi looked at Sokka expectantly.

Then Bumi started to cry.

Suki turned on Sokka. “What did you do?!” she demanded in a whisper that shook the room like a shout.

“I didn’t do anything!”

“Sokka!”

“I swear, Zuko! I swear!”

Toph smacked the back of Sokka’s head again.

And Bumi…Bumi giggled.

Toph smiled something evil. “I think Bumi thought that was funny.”

Zuko pinched between his eyes and mumbled a dozen different prayers to a dozen different deities. Sokka backed up like he wanted to do the same, especially when Bumi cried again.

“Now, now, come on, guys, let’s not—Come on, Suki, I know at least you can’t…u-um…”

Katara rounded the corner so fast that a wind like a bite-sized hurricane chased in her wake. The way she slid into her brother should have sent Sokka through the wall, but the Spirits Zuko had prayed to cushioned Sokka’s travel through the air by catapulting him among the sacks of flour and grain.

Bumi laughed like he was born to do nothing else but smile. Katara melted, weighed down by a relieved grin, as she vanished and reappeared at Aang’s side.

She kissed her husband and son, gave Bumi one extra just because, and turned to the others like she was a spirit that demanded a blood sacrifice if she were to remain benevolent.

Katara looked to Suki for an answer. Suki shrugged and pointed to Sokka.

...Toph grinned something even more evil than evil.

...Zuko sighed again but with passion and sulked into a corner to alert the mortal coil that everything was about to go to shit.

Sokka paused his struggle of getting free of the grain bags, shivered from the sudden cold rippling through the weave of the universe, and pulled himself out with a plea at the ready.

“Katara, listen, I don’t know what they said, but it’s not—”

The universe was merciful and Katara was all-knowing, but Sokka didn’t know what to think when his sister dragged him by his scruff to an awaiting Aang and a fitful Bumi. 

Then Bumi looked at Sokka expectantly.

And Aang put his baby boy into Sokka’s arms.

Sokka still didn’t know what to do even as Bumi smiled and squirmed, his hands reaching for something.

“I’m sorry, Boom-erang. Uncle Sokka didn’t mean to scare you. He promises not to—Ow!”

Bumi smiled around Sokka’s finger. Spirits, the kid had some jaw strength. 

The world got a little lighter as Sokka’s once impending doom retreated back into the form of his sister. Katara was shoulder-to-shoulder with him and making Bumi smile even wider when she brushed the fine hairs on his head.

“...You’re lucky you’re his favorite,” she whispered. 

Now it was Sokka’s turn to smile, and he couldn’t care less when Bumi gnawed a little harder.

“That’s my little Boom-erang~” he cooed. “I knew you would come back around.”

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I’m still trying to get a knack for writing Sokka. He’s the member of the Gaang I struggle the most with idk why. I would have thought he’d be the easiest for me, but nope

(And, yes, that was a shameless Ice Age reference in there lol)

(Also! I’m trying to do these prompts in order (IM NOT IGNORING ANY OF THEM I SWEAR I LOVE AND APPRECIATE THEM ALL DEARLY), so up next: kataang pilot AU!)

[caandlelit]

omg werewolf matsukawa elaborate i want dem hcs

ok so ive got this horrible word doc with my jambled mess of a concept for this witch makki werewolf matsun fic im writing its like 3% done expect it within 2 business years

(edit. this post is too long but i cant stop typing this is good)

werewolf matsun is the SEXIEST idea ever anyone thats done it is doing gods work because that shit is hot . its fucking sexy okay

in my barely formed au he becomes a werewolf in third year

he hears about weird sounds in the forest at night ok

and he convinces witch hanamaki that they shld camp out and see what it is 

because he’s been so interested in the witchy supernatural shit since even before he met him 

and hanamaki is like okay fine But im wearing my warding pendent and matsukawa is like WHEN WILL U ADMIT YOU’RE A WITCH and hanamaki, mid-putting on his witch hat, ruffles his hair and says idk what ur talking about

they camp out and they’re just bantering and its cute and fun for 2 hours then

matsun hears growling and snapping noises and he’s like hanamaki stay in the fuckin tent 

and obviously hanamaki is like on god that is the stupidest thing uve ever said issei no

 and matsukawa steps outside and he holds a hand back to stop makki and he steps out and looks around, eyes narrows 

and he’s like … straightening up and furrows his brows and ‘theres nothing here’ 

and he feels like everything is slow and odd and unreal and he turns and sees bright, yellow eyes and he hears the snarl and jerks back 

and he’s being attacked and leaped upon and he shouts curses and screams and theres sharp teeth at his side and the smell of matted fur 

and hanamaki sprints out and ?? magic spells it away (leave me alone) 

what is the spell? what kindof witch is hanamaki? what does he say?

(begone thot!) 

the wolf creature howls and thuds off, fast and loping and hanamaki turns and he’s panicked and is like ‘issei? oh FUCK’

matsukawa is like fuck fuck fuck 

leaning against a tree and lightheaded and he collapses, head back against the trunk and sweat pouring down his temples, iron in his mouth where hes biting his tongue to keep from scremaing at the sharp pain

touches his side and his fingers come away bloody 

his breath is heavy and hes like takahiro im dying 

and hanamaki’s dropping down beside him and lifts his arm and says shut the fuck up you’re not dying you asshole and hes sniffling 

and matsuns like im sorry i dragged u out here and hanamaki’s like shut up shut up. issei. shit . issei you were right 

and hes like wh what was i right about and hes like you were right. im a witch . and youre not fucking dying here, asshole

issei mumbles fuck yeah and does like a little fist pump

and he whispers a spell to carry him over back to his house 

and he bandages him up and matsun is tired and in pain and staring at him in the moonlight 

MONDAY

go to school and matsun has white bandages wrapped around his side hidden under his shirt and hes a little scraped up even though hanamaki healed and cleaned up as much as he could

someones like oooh matsukawa your arm is scraped up wtf 

and hes like yeah man i got in a fight to protect takahiros honor 

makki’s like yeah…. :/// he lost 

and matsuns like shut up asshole and theyre laughing and theyre good theyre okay 

half way through the school day, long and tired and the bell seems louder and harsher and shriller and everything is too bright and loud and making his eyes and ears hurt 

in the bathroom matsun takes off the tape bc hes feeling nauseous and everything feels a little too much for some reason hes assuming bc of the wound, maybe its infected

and he checks it while hes inside and the bandages come off and 

its clean no bite no blood no mark 

and he stares at it and says what the fuck and texts hanamaki 

and hanamaki sees the text and its just ‘SOS BATHROOM NOW PLELASE’ 

asks his teacher to let him go to the bathroom and he steps into the bathroom and matsun spins around and gestures at his side and chest wordlessly 

hanamaki like blinks at the sight of matsuns abs and then blinks again at the healed skin and hes like what the fuck  

so

he has sharper vision and sense of smell and hearing 

and hes like takahiro……..everything feels horrible and too much and hanamaki’s like ok so what do u want me to do knock u out so u don’t feel anything? and matsukawa’s like huh actually and hana’s like Shut up Dumbass

werewolf matsukawa suddenly stronger and hanamaki so so bitter about it ignoring his personal ‘im attracted to him’ feelings and pretending hes mad abt the super strength

matsukawa’s eyes glinting yellow on occasion and hanamaki trying not to scream bc god that’s sexy

the day they see the healed skin they like walk home silent and shell shocked 

matsukawa staring hollowly at the sidewalk his posture lost

hanamaki squinting off into the distance

makki opening his mouth angrily at one point

only to close it defeatedly bc he cant even……

a conversation in hanamaki’s bedroom along the lines of 

‘issei why is my life literally teen wolf why am I stiles from teen wolf’ 

matsun perks up ‘oh that’s dylan o briens character right? does that make me derek !!!’ 

and hanamaki turns from where hes muttering angrily and squints at him and says slowly

‘why the fu- dude? u r scott ??? because u are a FUCKING WEREWOLF ??????? why would u be derek ???? ur my best friend that turned into a GODDAMN WEREWOLF-‘ 

‘okok calm down hiro fine fine chill out‘ 

matsuns like slumping like ‘ugh, scott. i don’t wanna be scott hes painfully straight-‘ 

and hanamakis like throwing his hands up and shouting like ‘SO THEN !! why would u want to be derek!!!’ 

and issei’s like ‘…….nevermind we r not in the state to have a conversation about teen wolf, a show neither of us finished and obviously dont have any knowledge about’

im gonna have it properly set in 2013 itll be so cringey and fun

matsukawa also has insomnia and and gets migraines sometimes 

and hanamaki’s witchy incense smelling house and bedroom having him nodding off so easily and he sleeps over a lot 

especially after he gets bitten, because the migraines get worse

moreso near the full moon

and he comes in through the window and hanamaki is half asleep but always automatically pulls up his blanket and lets him in

big spoon matsun

he curls into his chest as best as he can, pressed tight between the wall and matsukawa

also i have this 

italics: makki

bold: mattsun

list of signs pointing towards issei probably being a werewolf: 

got bit by a giant dog-creature the bite mark disappeared next day (???? freaky shit)

sudden super healing and durability (useful for when oikawa serves the ball into your head – lmfao)

sudden heightened senses (my headaches r .. multiplying - :( )

sudden super strength (fuck u issei – i didn’t ask to be bitten takahiro – oh no u were bitten how sad for u and ur six pack – the werewolf actually decided i deserve super strength bc of how cool i am – and immeasurable pain every full moon too huh ???? – ...sacrifices were made)

90% sure he got stupider – sign of a dog brain ?? (FUCK OFF – do u want me to explain what a percentage is <3 – no </3)

hair growth (wtf does that mean ??? – it means i suddenly have more chest hair its very weird – ngl to u u were already pretty hairy -  fucker)

eyes turn yellow sometimes (wait, really????? – yes its so fucking weird – that sounds fucking epic actually – no comment)

big dick energy went up the ROOF (ok that’s enough asshole – tell me im lying hiro.)

edit: ok the full moon happened we’re all traumatized and hes definitely a FUCKING werewolf.

ill finish this as a fic one day ill post when i do

might also make a useless porno oneshot with just werewolf matsukawa and ? possibly dancer makki im very into dancer makki atm

long post im very sorry but !!!! thanks for the ask 

[denotday]

Maybel Rhodes: Protectress

Itchy arms. My armbumps bumps take over life and chew my head off like a black mother. Even the sleeves of this sweater craddle these potholes as an english muffin craddles butter. But I'm more than my bumps and I'd make a quip on Fergie, but I'm no Joan Rivers. I'm small, meager. At eighteen, trying to find myself, live my own life. Typical teen drama, boring narrative, sob story. bored already. But know what isn't boring? I like strawberry shortcake and cheeseless pizzas. I have hopes of becoming a journalist and actually leading a career as moreof a Clark Kent than a Mary Jane or whatever the fuck that bitch's name is. Mary Anne? That used to be the name of one of my teachers. Going off; just thinking these thoughts while skateboarding to highschool.

Stay on the sides, away from cars, on the sidewalk, not too close to the white kids. White kids mean white mess, white messes mean cops who sweep the streets and take all the black kids with them in the process. I'm not a racist, just a black kid trying to stay alive in white america. Thank god I'm a weak bitch, one who cries for black men, one who doesn't face real issues like projected aggression. I'm a butterfly, something that men swat away and don't care about until MeToo movements. Gotta be careful but not too careful, kind but not too kind, firm but not a bitch, bitch but not a faggot. faggots suck.

No one thinks to ask these questions, here this thoughts. They see a black woman, better yet, a black female child. Worse thing to live in a ghetto. Sike; I say that I'm black and in a ghetto and get sob points. Fucking racist. I'm skating to one of those Fresh Prince schools. Didn't move on up, I'm simply moving; parents are mid class well grounded and guess what? My parents are still together. Probably breaking up soon but still breaking barriors of broke baby daddies and black slutty whore mothers who don't believe in abortion.

That's humor in of itself. A black kid skates into a white neighborhood with white sidewalks and doesn't have a nigger daddy and nigger mommy. What can be said by those PTA suburban soccer moms who want to demonise me and my own? Or am I palatable and a token black?

Making good grades, going to class on time. Only thing is, I don't have any friends to call. Even if I had one of those top quality iPhone 411s, I still wouldn't want to burden myself with filling up those high-techy contact lists. It's all bullshit after all, just capitalistic bilge. Something to fill the void without actually trying to let the public know that the void they're filling chalks up to capitalism. But again, those little tangents? "What does this have to do with having friends?" Everything. I don't give a shit, I accept shit. I tell things like it is, speak with lisps or change it up by sounding like an oxford professor.Not going to just abandon stream of consciousness 'cause class just started. This aint sims 4 and life ain't something that can be controlled; sped up or slowed down for the sake of an other's pleasure. I'm learning about shit that I'll never use like economics. That's shit that the government gives the state to teach, a little but not enough for highschoolers to overwhelm the system and decide "fuck student loans".

Not too bad here, though. Not all just "fuck hyschool" and teenaged angst. I go to the library, read books, go on my computer, listening to some Biggie and MFDoom and Tribe. Guess I am a nigger. Nigger-me and my nigger music. Even tththough it's they inspiration for they cracker music. Hate on us enough to keep us down but keep us up enough to steal from us. Today I'm reading some teen dystopian fantasy novel that I don't feel inclined to share with you guys. And no, it's not Hunger Games. It's Gunger Hames, the cousin of the franchise. Whoops just gave ya'll the name sorry. Either way I'm into that. Idea of a not-so-distant-future; humans making mistakes that fuck up the planet---disregarding that fact long enough so that the white main character can get it on with someone from the other side. Modern day Romeo and Juliett.

End of lunch, going back to class. It's back to back all day; boring teen shit that nobody cares about. Raising hands, answering questions, not understanding anything by the end of the day. Getting by is my motto. Long enough to get an A in the class and be on those ivy league watchlists. Even if I have to bust my ass to pay for student loans. Leaving highschool after all that non-work---no friends to lie to, no one to walk with, just me and my skateboard. These white paths not dirtied by brown except for my dirt body moving at the speed that a skateboard will go. Shift right here and there. Move away from rocks so that I don't fall headfirst. It's good shit. Here and there there are stone pebbles, blunts from---ironically enough--- the white kids and sharp object that I can't identify. FUCK. I don't have time to move around it and I can't just run offf. My leg'll get cut by it. Gotta just build up enough speed to roll over. Rolling...rolling...here it comes. Crouch down, focus, focus, pump speed anddddd....it stops my speed and loosens one of my bearings. Now I gotta walk the rest of the way back to my white little house with a white picket fence. Man screw--haha pun---this object. I have to use my 20/20 vision to find some small silver bolt that'll practically blend in with this bright ass sidewalk. Fuck white America.

In a little patch of weeds growing like black fists raising in the air I see the bolt and the responsible party for tossing me off the board. I raise my foot to crush this sonnofabiscuit like a bug so that some white kid's bike tire doesn't get licked---mind you this should be considered community service---and I figure that I won't ruin my rubber soles on the glass, so I'll just pick it up and toss it into the sewer. I put the bolt in my sweatpants pocket to keep it safe. I bend over again to peer at the crack in the sidewalk that I'll punt to the other side of the street where the other half of the street lives. It has tribal markings on it and must be, gasp, an ancient arcane ruin that'll give me superpowers. Kidding, you dumb bitch. "Why am I talking to myself this way? Jeez, some self-improvement classes would be nice". It's a bracelet made of some sort of beads. Kindof pretty but caked up with dirt and sand like no-one's business. I'm no Rocket Racoon so I just leave it. Even if I felt that it was interesting enough, I'd have to clean it off and disinfect it. It would just ruin the material underneath. Hm. Hm. Hm. Hm. Hm. Hm. Lemme stop; for real, in this white bread neighborhood, I might be able to get it appraised and pawn it off for some money or at the very least, see if it's worth keeping. I know; "this is the start of every horror movie", every tv show. I get it, but I'll cleanse the jewelry before wearing it. It's fine. It's fine. Hope it's fine. Jeez.

I put the bracelet in my other pocket away from the bolt and walk back home. The soles of my feet hit the white pavement and my feet move in the fashion of jubillee ferris wheels. Slowly rise in a circle, fall in perfect arch. Walking is divine poetry in of itself. Not too long now. A little further. Feels like the day is stretching. Still light outside and the summer-brink of fall--air is warming my rectum. "Oh god, what's with gays and their rectums". You know your g-spot is in your ass, men. It feels good for us too you know. Nice coolness for the butthole----rectum is for men, butthole is for women. I think. See? Not a Cliff Huxtable type; don't know everything. Not an Urkle. Conversations with myself like this are truly golden (ponyboy).

Fondle the silver piece, twist it in lock, get somewhere new. Novel design, simple concept. My rubber soles give me cat-walking abilities and I edge up the stairs. Hear shuffling downstairs in the kitchen. But the smell of musky forest wood with a hint of olive tells me that it's just my father. I'd announce my presence but this isn't a sitcom and I have a phone that I can use to text. Who talks nowadays?

On the table near the keyrack, I scoop into my pockets in search of the goods. The warm cotton touches the cool silver bolt. Set it aside to attach it to the skateboard later. "Why not now?" That'll be a problem for me to solve tomorrow. "Procrastination isn't good" Yeah I know. I've read the same 1990's health pamphlet that the health teachers give out. I hug my side to reach around for the other pocket. Same warmth, same feeling of comfort except...it's a new sensation. Hollow and porous. It's either bone carved into beads or plastic. Hope to...Well, not God, maybe I hope to goodness? Goodness? What am I? A preacher? Maybe that's why I like 16 year old boys. Anyway. It's too white over here for it to be bone. Unless it's some cracker who brought over some hoodoo shit and dropped it somewere. Great. Gonna burn some incense to cleanse it. Then gonna toss it somewhere so that it can't hurt anyone. Wait. It doesn't FEEL menacing. No darkness, no coldness, there's a comfort to be had. I don't see any visible engravings, no bite marks no arcane symbols. It may be safe. Just to be sure, I'm keeping it downstairs for it to curse someone else in the house. I rise up the stairs into the wide landing. Step, rise, step, rise, step, rise. Before I get to the top, I feel funny. Not sick funny or CURSED funny, but someone-is-in-my-presence funny. Strech my neck to look over my shoulder. Not too far to show interest but far enough to see what's going on---it's my dad handling the bracelet.

I whip my body around and I suppose this gives him a start.

"Hey, just got back from school. I'm pretty tired which is why I didn't want to talk. Found that bracelet in the sidewalk cracks before my skateboard broke. I wouldn't touch it if I were you. Don't know if it's cursed or not."

"Cursed? Bee, this is a genuine Sudanese artifact."

"Huh? When'd you turn into a archeologist? Or are you just nerding out about a 'special interest'"

"Har har. Nothing like that. This area used to be an auction town for slaves shipped from Sudan. Martinsville, Pennsylvania wasn't necessarily known for it's 'clean hands' you know. Gentrification made the area look nicer but its history is still pretty shit-covered."

"Ah, I remember now. I heard about this in history class" No I haven't. I don't even have history. Just want to stop talking to him about some dumb bracelet. "Can it sell for big bucks at a pawnshop?"

"I mean, sure if you'd like to get rid of it. Better to give it to the local museum though! It looks to me like it's made out of elephant tusks. Pretty well preserved too! The wearer must've been some warrior. They only wear these types of jewelry if they're the village's protectors. That's what I've read online anyway. You know how the interweb is though. Could be false."

"Oh wow. Ivory? That's a pretty dirty trade. Don't want to give something like that up to white people who continue to promote the trade. This'll just make the ivory market worse. I may keep it; I just wonder if it's cursed or something. I'll ask a local witchcraft practitioner to check it out tomorrow. Can I have thirty bucks for an appraisal along with an after-school snack?"

"Thirty? What're you going to buy? A salmon dinner with asparagus and steak? I'm not giving you Carabbas money. I can do 18. Enough for some street food."

"Not enough for the appraisal!"

"I'm sure the person will be able to work something out for you. You look twelve. You can play the 'Uwu I'm a baby who has no money, please help me out adult!' card. Or, how about this: pretend to be doing a research project for school on Sudanese slaves in the area. Just act like the school lent you the bracelet for the project"

"So lie?"

"I call it embellishment."

"I see"

I reached into his calloused palm and stole its contents, As a thief, I ran upstairs away from the site of the crime, away from the demons that lurked beneath the stairs. That's customary practice when going up stairs, right? To haul ass like there's no tomorrow like we're that black chick from Scary Movie? Sounds about right. I heaved and ho'd swinging my body back and forth up the stairs. Snaking my way into my room where I burrow for my after-school nap. That's what I tell my parents anyway. What I really do is blaze up in my room and turn on the fan. Gotta keep the smoke minimal. "Such a typical teen". Yeah, whatever. Like your generation wasn't popping ass and drinking bathtub wine when ya'll were young, Get outta here.

It's a good high. Kind where you'd listen to lofi and eat peanuts just for the fun of it. Another bong hit. Satisfying. I'm just leaning back on my sofa; it's firm and uncomfy but when I'm blazed, don't none of it matter. I could lose all of my words...give up....let....go.....

"...."

"What is this energy I'm feeling? So warm and electric. Is this love? Am I so sexually frustrated that I'm in love with a bong? Shit, I fuck with that. That's pretty words. 'I'm in love with my bong'. Such nice love. haha."

I'm hungry and it's four am. The weed has worn off. So tired man. Gotta go downstairs for some chips or something. Hungry to the max. Munchies munchies munchies for the weed monster. What a drug.

I creep down the stairs and up once more. My bare footpads cling to the hardwood and leave sweat prints in the shape of my stompers. During my ascent I leave crumbs. Have the house feeling like a Brother's Grimm story. I satisfy my snack desires as I prepare for school in the next hour.

Running water on my arms. Three passes of lotion on arms and legs. Can't be the ashy black kid that look like they an African living in a dirt house. Ain't able to help the rough patches that coat my body but I can help keep my skin moisturized.

A'ight. Got my fit got my board. Just have to screw the bolt back on and find the bracelet. Shit. Left it upstairs. I'm already late as hell. Rushing up the stairs. Search for the bracelet, find it, get out house. Objectives objectives. I spot it from afar and gravitating toward it, put it gingerly in my pocket. Kindof like someone would with a used tissue. Aren't humans gross? I mean, snot? Bacteria-filled snot? Nasty. Thoughts gone, make brain go from thinking to doing. descending now. Board in arm, door opens with the flick of the wrist and just like that, I'm outty. Deck on ground I put my best foot forward and ram it onto the hard cement to push myself forward. Sorry foot, betrayals sure do suck.

School begins, in class siting in a chair. All day, several hours. Ah, the beloved system at work. Great to know that there are adults who "work" all day by keeping kids seated in a chair. Very progressive, America. Library break? I think so. On my laptop, I pull out webpages on the pocketed---the word reminds me of 'closeted---bracelet. NOW I'm imagining a gay bracelet. hilarious. Great. Typing 'Gay Bracelet' into the search bar and am getting rainbow plastic bands. Ya know, the ones that they sell at Hot Topic during pride month.

"Damn, I'm getting sidetracked" She mutters to herself. Imagine if life were a story being told by some omnipotent force? omnipresent? Think that's the word.

With a bit of typing and a bit of focus. Swift movement of hunched fingers. All is complete, then some. Ogdle: "common of the Azande warriors were pieces to signify their status such as septum tusks, mouth disks, necklaces and other adornments. Bones and tusks were common materials of such articles."

Crazy how this history is hidden. Power was taken from us and buried so deep. We're the originals but every piece of history buried underground. Hidden, secretive Big Bad America. Tale fit for young people all over. Democracy, boo yah.

Train whistle blowing through the air. No train nearby, just the sound of a change in the block. I put it all away, sweep it into my bag. Everything is so messy, so fast. On schooldays like this, it feels hard to even take time to breathe. But I get by since the system wants me to. Think I'm going to skip. Not that the next two classes even matter in the long run. "Such a poor black baby, representing her race so poorly". Yeah yeah. Not the black chick that highschools would put on a recruiting card.

Just another push....door after door falling at my fingertips. The same once that touch the coarse sandpaper of my board. Foot on, foot off. kick once, twice, thrice, now we surf the cement. Now it's time to visit good the kind old black woman who practices witchcraft on dolls. That's what you'd think right? No, they're native and keep old customs within the community. Everyone calls them---agender--- Sage. Nonbinary native americans are actually more common than people think.

Before selling the bracelet to some old rich white drudge of society, I wanna be sure that the bracelet can be cleansed first. I mean. To give away black history to the white man? Hellll no with multiple "l's". It is a pretty long ride there, even on a board. Rumbly road. Pebbles everywhere. Thousands of little rocks acting as smaller wheels vying to fling me off. It's too much.

Mumbling of my own. "Where's gentrification when you need it?" Alright, yes I get it. It's a bad joke. Of course gentrification is bad. Blah blah. Time to pick up my skateboard I guess. Walking on this ground feels just as bad as suicide. Feaful of getting my ass flung into the afterlife. Few yards left....or at least fifty feet. Forty eight, forty five, forty-however-long.

Ended up reaching it after twenty minutes. This trip better be worth it.

"Hi there, Miss Sage. Mind checking out this bracelet for me? I need to check it for a curse or evil energy. My cheap father didn't give me enough for a full appraisal but what can you do with nine dollars?"

"For nine? Not much, doll? What was your name again? You look young, do you have an adult's approval for this?"

"Oh, right. You've got me. It's for a school project. School each student a historical object to research. I figured you'd be able to help me get an 'A' on the project, you know?"

"Your manners are lacking but you seem young, so I'll let you pass. Allow me to take a look at it, if you please?"

God. Full-fledged adults really are something else. I'm only eighteen, not eight. Guess I look younger than I am----

Sage starts burning this wood that's tied with string. Incense maybe?

"That incense?"

"It's a closed practice really, so I don't want to expose anything. But it is a form of incense that I prefer to use to cleanse the spirit of objects and areas."

"Ah, didn't mean to intrude. I'm glad that there are still practices that you keep to yourself. Nothing like the White Man stripping us of our culture."

I got a soft chuckle out of them. Glad that they're able to lighten up a bit.

"..."

"OK, so here's what I've found. There's immense energy here; the power coming off of this thing is tremendous. There's nothing negative about this piece. How'd you ever come across it, again? School, you said? Shame that you'll have to give it back. Something like this would provide a large power surge to spirituals. I'd pay a pretty penny for this."

"Mhm"

"Wonder how the school even came across this. I tell you what. Ask your school where I can find something like this and perhaps I'll give you a little something for your intel, huh?"

"Oh. Sure. I'll just--uh---"

"Right, right, right. The bracelet, I'm sorry. Really, it's more an anklet truly, but--ya know what? I'm sorry. Here ya go"

"...take it from ya. Thanks."

"No problem. Come back with more info on the anklet. That'll be your payment for my time"

Got 'caught in a lie it seems. Don't know how I'll snake my way out of this one.

"Brrrrrzzzzz"

Shit, it's five. My dad's probably looking for me.

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Chapter two:

" You skipped class? Bee, I know that you're better than this."

God moms bitch too much. Must be the nursing job coupled with her daily acting gigs that make her so aggro.

"I hear ya, mom. I just had some research to conduct after school..."

"Research? Which kind---?"

"The school kind. I don't know what else you want me to say. I'm sorry for skipping lasses. I got too overzealous and went in over my head. It won't happen again."

"Tskk. Better not. I know that I'm gone almost every hour of the day, but please give me a break, baby. Please just listen to your father and follow the rules. All I ask."

"Mhm, even though he-----you know what, nevermind. Am I dismissed? I have to write up today's school report to type"

Phew. Gonna hit the bong now to calm down from this encounter.

Fuck homework. .... ..... Mhm.

Five minutes passs. Fifteen, twenty. Maybe not minutes. hours? seconds? Time is too funny. With LEDs on, the vibe is fatallll. Still have to open a window to let out the smoke but gosh is this magical.

Mhm magic. Does it even exist? Doubt it. It's all science, right? ....

.....

Right. Like, this anklet. Not real power. Not real magic. Just something people believe in. Like God. It's all faith.

"So, theoretically, I could even put it on my person and nothing would even happen"

"And, so it begins"

"WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT VOICE" and why am I screaming?

Get off, get off, get off! Something's dripping on me.

"Tears, they're tears"

Oh god, I fucked up. I knew that I shouldn't have smoked that much. Knew it'd bite me in the ass one day. Now I'm fear-crying. I NEVER FEAR CRY.

It's all a dream maybe. Go to sleep, Bee. Just take a weed nap.

"Ba ba bang"

A booming voice raspy from coffee withdrawal.

"Everything OK in there Bee? You're about to be late for school."

Shit!

No time for conversation. Move it move it move it.

"'Cmon Bee. I'll drop you off at school on my way to the college".

Bookbag? Check. Board? Check.

I feel the rush of air against my cheeks as I fly out the door and jump into the getaway car. Fast, but atleast I'm not Furious. Dad and I chat it up all the way until the tires cross the smooth pavement of school grounds. Departing words are exchanged along with "I love you's" and "knock 'em deads".

That familiar sound. Principal as the school conductor. "Chooo". Just as it drones, my body moves to the steps of teens dragging their feet toward their dreaded first classes of the day. The light of morning cradles the marble arches of the school entrance until the sun starts to suck in the morning cold to blow out midday warmth.

"So, who are you, voice? What's your angle? Typing ensues. The screen watches my fleeting pupils; left, right, side, side. Wouldn't be surprised if the computer got whiplash from me. One scroll, two, three. Read a page. Nothing. Another website. Up and down; my fingers are cramped now. Nada. New Oogdle search: "Can I hear voices with weed smoking." Now I have a hit; "yes weed can have you seeing voices. Many aren't even your own. Maybe lay off the TV for a while."

"Thanks 'BouncyNina29'. Quora is one hell of a place." Guess it must've just been the drugs then. Hilarious, me hearing some voice. "Gotta lay off the bong smoking".

"Shhh!!" Some nerd in a striped beanie raised a finger to pursed lips.

Sorry, sorry....Jeez. "My bad" You know what? Maybe I can visit----

the train whistle interrupts my 11pm "ball" with myself. "Dammit". OK. Maybe I can bribe one of the delinquents behind the school to take my place in English. Teacher's not there anyway; the sub won't know the difference. Time to go pay someone off.

"..."

"Here ya go, five dollars."

"A'ight and you said what room that English class in?"

"301 B man. It's at the end of the third floor, right wing. Hard to miss and---remember---my name is Maybel Rhodes. Just fake like you're doing some work and no one will even notice that you're not me. I'm a loner, so, that'll work."

"Mhm hmm. I hear ya Maple"

"MayBEL"

"Yeah, that's what I said"

Scoff. In a smooth curvular motion, I plant my feet on the board and race to Sage's before their store closes.

As I approach, they're putting a silver key in a lock. Gah! The store closed.

"Miss Sage---"

"Gah! Don't do that!! Scaring me and sh--I mean, 'crap'. Scaring me and crap. Look kid, I'm closed right now but we open tomorrow. By then, I'll have the energy to discuss your school's anklet with you. Actually, about that. Do you have intel on where the-----"

"Yes, yes. About that, see...I lied. I didn't really get it from the school. I found it on the ground somewhere."

"'Found it on the ground somewhere' is code for 'I don't have money to pay nor do I have anything else to provide'? Am I getting warmer?"

"Look Miss Sage, I'm really sorry. Hey---look at it this way. I'm in debt to you. If you'll just help me with one teensy little thing, I'll ask my dad for some food money and will give you every cent he gives, alright?"

"Kid, that's not how an adult runs a business. Call what I gave you yesterday a 'freebie'. You're banned from the store. Good night."

Wait. "Wait" Their stride is aimed toward their silver camry. Yeah, I know a camry. Did you expect them to be riding a horse? Racist. Sage acts as though they don't hear and gets into their seat, key in ignition. One twist away before exiting the rocky parking area.

"IT SPOKE TO ME" Yup. That is how I yelled it. All caps, woke some birds up even. Just like in those Loony Toon cartoons. Is that why they're called "Loony Toons" 'cause they're loony cart----

Now they exit their car, slamming the heavy metal door. "What did you say? It...SPOKE...to you? What do you mean 'it'?"

Mhm Mhm. Just prepping my throat. "I wore it on my ankle and I heard a voice that has never existed before in the chasms----"

"Stop the theatrics"

"....Chasms of my mind. It was a male. Around your age in old-timey-ness."

"Har har."

"But it's the truth!" Why won't they believe a magical voice but insist that sage, a random plant, purifies the air?

Their chest contracts and expands in a sigh. Sage closes their eyes for a second. I could practically smell the gears turning. Need some WD-40, really. "Fine. Come by the store Saturday. That way, no one will be in to eavesdrop."

"Deal!"

"And bring actual MULA this time or else we won't have our little discussion". Crud.

"...."

"What are you thinking Sage?" No response. I paid one hundred fifty dollars for this after BEGGING both my folks (who think I'm using it to enroll in some after school sport) to slide me some cash so that I can 'better myself as an individual and actually do something with my time as well'. Lies are no good.

"Shh! Let me think, please!" Sage subverts their attention from me back onto the tarot cards laid in front of them----exactly where the bone anklet (bonklet) lay in silence

Ten minutes pass before Sage gives me the break down. "So, as I've said before. The anklet carries some heavy energy, something similar to passion and justice. Very potent stuff. That's what the spirit realm is saying, anyway. When you were---ahem--- HIGH----"

At this point I look away

"...You honed into that energy and that's why you heard the voice"

"Hm. So, how do I hone in on that energy now? Is it something I can control conscious?"

"Look, I dunno kid. Just, be safe. Meditate beforehand so that you are actually able to chime into the anklet's power source. Don't want to darken the talisman's power or anything."

"Sure, sure" I am literally out the door before Sage utters the second part of their sentence. I buzz with excitement at the opportunity and the best part is? I'm basically a super! Hoo ho. This is awesome.

There's an empty industrial facility near by Hawesome Li Cosmetics. It went bankrupt several decads ago. I'm pretty much the only one who knows about the place. Excellent ground to skate on---smooth as butter. Either way, it's empty and no harm will come to anything or anyone nearby. Any damage that I do will be to the building nearby, which no one cares about anyway. "So, it's just me and you buddy." Blunt in hand, I blaze it up. "Time for the magic to happen."

It's a slow high. The high takes as long as a flame reaching the wooden stick of an incense rod for the high to hit. Upwards of thirty minutes. So I wait. It feels like time warps. So I meditate. So I clear my thinking and reach out to the anklet.

"Mhm, Anklet, tell me who you are?"

"What?? You can hear me?"

"Yeah man. Who are you, why you speaking to me?"

"Why would I tell you? I don't even know yer name"

Tiring. It's like talking to a wall.

"Hey, I heard that!"

"Maybel. My name's Maybel. What's yours? Let's start there."

"Nat."

"Like Nat Turner? The rebel slave?"

"Don't know who that is, this 'Nat Turner'. Just knew my master gave me the name." How progressive. "So...I suspect that I'm dead."

It's not easy news. I get it. But hey, the north won. That's something, right?

"Well, I guess it is....you know, I had a name before all of this...."

"......"

"......??"

"......."

So, are you going to tell me?

"You may call me 'Asim'."

"I'll call you Ase."

Don't call me 'Ase'. Too late, Ase. Hey, how old are you anyway? 12? 11? My name is ASIM, nothing else. Fine, grumpy. ASIM. I'll call you Asim, Asim. Where'd that name come from anyway? What does it mean?

"Let's find out, shall we?"

"...It feels electric! (Boogy woogy woogy). Such power, this wade in...glory."

Are you a God?

"Blasphemy!" Then what are you? How are you able to lay such energy unto me?

Look, I don't know either, alright? But what I do know is...we're both negr---

Black. We don't say that word anymore.

"Black, then... Perhaps I'm connected with you due to our shared skin?" We stopped being related millenia ago. Millenia? Not familar with that word.

"Long, long ago. We don't share any common ancestors. It was all a lie." A lie? You don't believe in a God? I'm moreso spiritual; creation is a possibility not something I'm invested in. I believe in forces of the universe. "But not a God? So, this can't be some spiritual connection. We're too different." So perhaps a soul connection? A link between our spirits.... What else do we have in common? A slave and a black kid?

"Hatred of the white man? Wanting justice against them?"

"War. Destruction"

"Yes."

"No, I don't want that. I'd prefer peace." There may be no PEACE without WAR.

"A lie. Violence is not the answer. Kindness is."

"'Kindness' doesn't resolve problems. 'Kindness' doesn't end racism. 'KINDNESS' was the one that slept at my feet while I was lashed! "

"..."

Asim?

"..."

Andddd you're gone. Great. Well, I'm going to head back home, then. We can hang out again tomorrow. "Head back" means leave. All right, see you.

[werifestaria]

Hi I love your blog layout it so tidy!! Also would it be alright if I got a bnha matchup please?. My pronouns are she/her and I'm bisexual. My personality type is ISTJ, I'm a sagittarius sun, scorpio moon and libra rising. To the public I'm pretty closed off/reserved but with my friends I'm brave, loyal and love to laugh. I don't trust easily and I'm pretty cautious of everyone so I try to keep out of the way.

My hobbies include gymnastics which I did competitively and won a few medals, I also do figure skating and have leveled up pretty quickly at that. I workout everyday because even though I dont compete now I still want to improve and if anything I'm better now than I was back then.

I like indie music, horror movies mainly psychological, nature and wildlife and the peace and quiet it brings. I hate loud, busy places, untidy, dirty things and people messing up my routine.

My love language is quality time like I just wanna be around that person a lot. I think the love language that speaks to me most is probably also quality time, like the fact that they would want to be around me willingly seems so unfamiliar I love the idea of it. Also words of affirmation or physical touch, I'm awkward at giving those but receiving them would make me melt cause I'm not really used to any of it. My ideal dates are simple things like going on walks at like 3am or dancing in the livingroom or movie nights just cheap simple things like that.

hope that's okay sorry it kindof long :)

𝐦𝐨𝐝 𝐚𝐫𝐚

Thank you so much for one of our first requests! We appreciate your love for the layout as well!! Tbh, I spent multiple hours straight getting it just right, so it’s a relief people find it pretty- and also, Scorpio moon gang! anyways, I hope you enjoy your matchup from me! Have a lovely day, hun

𝐦𝐨𝐝 𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 . . .

𝐞𝐣𝐢𝐫𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐚 !

runner-up : hanta sero

Easily, Kirishima is one of BNHA’s most easygoing, compassionate characters. His heart is big and always in the right place. Based off of your description and his own array of traits, I think he is the perfect character for you! Like, almost a little too perfect. A Sagittarius and a Libra (Kirishima’s sun sign!) are said to be very compatible and harmonious. Even better, it’s also said that people are often drawn to others who have their sun sign in the ascendant—Kirishima being a Libra sun and you being a Libra rising! To make things even more fantastic, perfect, and everything in between, Kirishima’s MBTI (according to The Personality Database) is ESFP. Guess what? ISTJ’s and ESFP’s are said to be extremely compatible! Of course, he’d find your inner demeanor to be extremely attractive. As he is naturally social, he wouldn’t mind your reserved nature and would pursue you in both friendship & romance regardless. Your outer shell would only lead him to appreciate your comical inner-self even more! He’d greatly admire your bravery and loyalty as well—it’s not something you see often anymore, after all. He’d try to bring the best out of you as naturally as possible, letting you do the same to him. Easily, he’s the most supportive boyfriend you could ever get! This man would adore you with patience, admiration, and sheer love, all with his own cheesy, dorky flair. I imagine Kirishima is careful in love, yet just as bold as the sun. He’s grounded, but on his most passionate days, his admiration can never be paralleled. You’d simply make him weak in the knees with every glance you’d spare him!

𖥸 Your music taste simply infects him. Imagine him listening to indie music with you 🥺🥺 your head in his lap as he plays with your hair- omg!! he loves to just sit and vibe with you. Nothing can compare to the fun you have on your chilliest days- he loves spending time with you in little ways like that

𖥸 Workout dates!! He’s infatuated with you for many reasons, but one of them is because you work out. The dude literally thinks it’s the coolest thing in the world and he adores working out with you. It’s easily his kryptonite lol

𖥸 Kiri has no concept of grace, so he is extremely impressed with your gymnastics and figure skating skills!! He could watch you do your thing for hours tbh. Like, slack-jawed and wide-eyed. In fact, I think he’d try to incorporate more nimbleness to his moves even though such a feat is kinda difficult when you can turn into rock. You gotta give him some credit tho- we all know he can be a little too opportunistic!! Just imagine him tripping all over himself because he wants to be nimble like you- that little blush on his face as he apologies for being a dummy- aww 💕💕

𖥸 Simply the king of casual dates. Sure, he’d love to spoil you with the stars and more, but he knows you like it calm- fr, you two are actually the cutest when it comes to staying up late and just messing around with no care in the world 💕 also, nature dates? Small picnics in the park?? I bet he’d love to go hiking with you. He likes to point out cool flowers or pretty weeds whenever you two are outside for even the shortest amount of time

𖥸 He loves watching horror movies with you.. even though they scare him a little bit LMAO- but just cuddling with you as your favorite movie plays in the background is simply heaven to him. Maybe you can turn him into a psychological horror buff!!

𖥸 He is also the king of words of affirmation~ the dude loves to remind you about how much you mean to him and how confident you make him feel within himself

You two really are couple goals imo 💕💕💕

𝐦𝐨𝐝 𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡

Gahhh!! I was so excited to ship you with someone!! Thank you so much for requesting!! Also! Don’t worry about long bios in your matchup requests! The longer they are the more mod Ara and I can assess who’s best for you! Its definitely preferable. I hope you enjoy who I match you with. ^w^

𝐦𝐨𝐝 𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 . . .

⠀

𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐝𝐨 !

runner-up : hanta sero

In my opinion, I feel that Mina is the perfect match for you!! First lets get some compatible basics out of the way. Like our good friend Kirishima above, Minas MBTI is also an ESFP (according to the personality database lol). As we know, ESFPs tend to be the most compatible with ISTJs. To add onto that, Mina just so happens to be a Leo!! Leos and Sagittarius's are often compared to soulmates and having a twin flame like connection! It’s a little scary how well you two fit each other, personality dynamics and all. Though you may have been cautious and quiet at first meet, Mina most likely pestered and wiggled her way into your life! She loves making new friends anyhow, and saw no issue in going out of her way to talk to you every chance she could. Now becoming your girlfriend later on would just be an added bonus for her! You better believe she finds your bravery admirable, it drives right up her alley. The two of you would make an absolute power couple, even a fan favorite!! Often, she’d make jokes or even play along with ones that you make in return, just to be able to hear your laughter. It fills her stomach with butterflies and she’s near falling apart at the seams with every melodic giggle. Get ready to be showered in compliments and praise, that’s this girls specialty, and she’d happily fluster you any day with her sickeningly sweet words. 

𖥸 Mina would probably ask you to spar with her a lot. Practicing new moves and quirk related techniques. God knows she loves staying active, and doing something she deems this fun with someone she loves. It makes the moment even more worth while. With your experience in gymnastics, you’d find that you’re able to run circles around this girl with your skill. Afterwards she’d probably offer a massage to ease any sore muscles. 

𖥸 Now as much as Mina would probably prefer a night on the town as a date, she would not think twice about choosing a secluded casual option for your comforts sake. Be that stargazing or even staying in to watch one of those horror films  that you love oh so much over popcorn and sodas. (She’s actually terrified of them, and has a weak stomach, but she’d never tell you that.) 

𖥸 Aimless car drives. Picture the sun setting, painting the sky in a soft pink and an orange hue flickering off of the distant buildings. Your preferred indie song blaring through the speaker while the two of you belt out the lyrics. Neither of you can hear each other over the sound of the wind rolling in through open windows, or how high she cranked the volume. You’ll definitely have to be the one to turn it back down, she can’t help but love loud music, even if the music wasn’t intended to be loud in the first place lol. 

𖥸 Don’t be surprised if she comes to you one day with a gift bag in hand. Every time she goes into a store she has to come out with something that reminds her of you. She’s not even aware of it either until you point it out. This could range from something as simple as your favorite drink to a giant teddy bear that she claimed resembled you. The possibilities are endless. 

𖥸 My word is she in love, infatuated even. That one night she caught you dancing about in the kitchen, probably making a late night snack, she couldn’t look away. In fact, she still thinks about it from time to time. How happy and carefree you looked lip-syncing the lyrics, in the silliest kinds of pjs you owned. She tried to sneak her way in, trying her best to not to make you jump in surprise, though she probably failed with how eager she actually zoomed in. Her love for dancing couldn’t go unnoticed here, oh no, not now. She brought you in close with a twirl under her arm, her smile the widest you’ve seen it. Her flirty nature, only for you, had her compliments laced with sugar and honey. Who knows how long the two of you spent dancing and goofing off to your playlist in that darned kitchen. 

Gosh the two of you make me squeal!! There’s absolutely no way you aren’t made for each other!  

𝐰𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫

𝐠𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭-𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐞 !

[kpopblurbs]

Kinktober Day 30 - Masks

Pairing: Chan/Reader feat. Changbin and Jisung Word Counter: 2.5k Tags: Masks, temperature play, exhibitionism, butt plugs, vibrators, sub!Chan, dom!Reader, annoying!Jisung (so regular Jisung lmao) AO3 Link Kinktober 2019 Promptlist

You were starting to regret making that bet with Changbin and Jisung, as more time passed your task was seeming more and more impossible. When you decided to go to the masquerade party at your local dungeon with your two friends, you were talking big game about how amazing of a dom you were. Of course this lead to the bet, you said you could make any guy a whiny mess no matter how much of a dom they were. They didn't believe you and both put $100 on you failing.

So here you were, your friends standing off to the side watching as you searched for a single guy that seemed dominant but also breakable. Finally you spotted someone, he was leaning up against a wall, his muscular arms on full display, his mask blocking most of his face. His aura oozed dominance and you couldn't help but imagine tugging on his messy, curly, blonde hair. Immediately you made your way over to him, turning on the charm as you leaned against the wall next to him.

"So did you just come here to watch or are you planning on joining in on the fun?" you asked.

He turned to look at you before speaking, "Well I was waiting to find someone that seemed fun to play with." there was a teasing tone to his voice that confirmed he would be a challenge.

"What's it gonna take for me to be that someone?"

"Well how submissive are you?"

"Not at all."

He hummed, "Normally I prefer the people I have sex with to be nice and obedient." he hooked a finger under your chin and tilted your head up to look at him.

"Same here, but you seem like a fun challenge." you pulled your head back and countered his attempt at taking control by reaching up and running your fingers through his hair, tugging gently as you did so.

"It's cute that you think you'd be in control." he teased.

"I bet I could make a mess out of you by the end of the night."

"I would love to see you try." he said with a smirk.

"How about it then?" you asked nodding your head towards the hallway that lead to the private rooms.

He looked in the direction you nodded and then looked back at you, "Lead the way."

You smiled and grabbed his hand pulling him towards the hallway, “Do you mind if we have a little company? I have friends that like to watch.”

“Not at all I love to put on a show.”

“Good.” you said as Changbin and Jisung fell into step behind you.

The four of you entered the hallway and found an empty room, “Masks on or off?” the boy asked.

“I say we keep them on, I like the mystery.” you responded. He nodded before walking over to the cabinet in the corner of the room that contained all of the toys.He began searching through it, you watched him for a second before clearing your throat, “Did you forget that I’m in control here?” you asked.

He turned around to look at you, “Honestly? Yeah.” he responded.

You stifled a laugh, “Well then now that I’ve reminded you, maybe you should sit down on the bed like a good boy.” you said with a teasing tone. He opened his mouth to respond but closed it and opted instead to do what you told him, you smiled and took his place in front of the cabinet. It was a large cabinet, full of drawers and shelves all covered in toys, next to the cabinet on the floor was a mini fridge, the sight of which made your eyes light up. “Why don’t you go ahead and strip, baby?” you said turning to look at him.

He pulled off his shirt and tossed it to the ground, “Are you sure you found a dom?” Jisung interrupted.

“Hey, just cause I’m a dom it doesn’t mean I can’t do what I’m asked.” the boy shot back.

“He’s right though, you are submitting a lot faster than I thought you would.” you said.

“Oh did you want more of a fight?” he asked.

“No, keep doing what you’re doing I love it.” you said with a smile before turning back to the cabinet. You heard him slip out of his pants while you grabbed a set of cuffs. You turned around to see him sitting on the edge of the bed in his boxers, “I said strip, didn’t I? How am I supposed to wreck you if you’re still wearing your boxers?” you asked. He looked down like he had forgotten he was still wearing anything before standing up to slip off his underwear. “Good boy,” you cooed, “Now lay down.” you instructed. He did as he was told and you walked over to the bed, you secured the cuffs around his wrists and brought his arms up to connect the cuffs to the headboard. You moved down to the end of the bed and put cuffs on his ankles, attaching them to the end of the bed and leaving him spread eagle.

He wiggled around, tugging at the cuffs slightly, “This is new.” he commented.

“I think it suits you.” you said, you sat next to him and brought your hand up to his chest and ran your hand over his skin using your finger to trace the outline of his abs. He shivered as you inched your hand lower, you ghosted your hand over his dick before pulling back and and smiling at him before standing up and moving over to the fridge. You crouched down and opened it up to reveal a small bucket of ice and various sizes of stainless steel butt plugs, You pulled out the bucket and a smaller plug, holding them up for Jisung and Changbin to see “Changbin, pick one.” you instructed.

“Hey, why can’t I pick?” Jisung whined.

“Because you’re whiny and it’s annoying.” you responded making Jisung pout at you. Changbin laughed before pointing at the plug, “I like the way you think.” you said with a smile.

“Am I allowed to know what he picked?” the boy asked.

“I already told you I like mystery.” you responded, he groaned and you stood up to grab a bottle of lube out of the cabinet. You brought the items over to the bed and set them down next to him before moving to settle yourself between his legs. You reached up and wrapped your hand around his dick, he gasped at the sudden sensation and bucked his hips up into your hand. You smirked as you stroked him slowly, you made sure he was fully hard before pulling your hand away making him let out a whine. “You’re already so needy and I’ve barely touched you.” you teased him.

“Normally when someone touches my dick they don’t stop unless I tell them.” he responded.

“Well there’s a first time for everything.” you grabbed the bottle of lube and opened it up and drizzled some over your fingers. You brought a finger up and pressed it to his hole, he tensed slightly and you put your clean hand on his thigh rubbing soothing circled with your thumb until he relaxed enough for you to press your finger in. He shifted around slightly from the intrusion but began to relax more as you stretched him slowly. Once he was ready you pressed a second finger into him, you curled your fingers up searching for his prostate. You felt around for a bit before you found it, you pressed your fingers into the bundle of nerves and he let out a low moan, he pressed his hips down trying his best to fuck himself on your fingers. You shot a smirk at Jisung and Changbin who groaned almost in unison. You turned back to the boy in front of you and put your hand on his hips, holding him still so you could stretch him properly until you were sure he was ready for the plug. You pulled your fingers out of him and picked up the plug, it had warmed up slightly since it was out of the fridge but not by any amount that the boy would notice. You didn’t slick it up with lube quite yet, opting instead to set it on the boys stomach, he immediately tried to flinch away from the cold. You didn’t let it sit there for too long as you still wanted it to be cold when you pushed it into him, “Guess where that’s going.” you said.

“Are you a sadist?” he asked sarcastically.

“No, I just like making boys squirm.” you said, picking the plug up and slicking it up with lube, you brought it down and touched it lightly to his entrance and he jolted. “What’s the matter, baby boy, can’t take a little cold?” you teased.

He groaned before shooting you a glare, “I can take it.” he said, determination laced through his voice.

“Then let’s try that again.” you touched the plug to his entrance again and instead of trying to pull away from it, the boy just tensed up. “You’re gonna have to relax if you wanna get this in.” you said, he took a deep breath before relaxing, you brought your clean hand back to his thigh and continued rubbing circles in the skin. You began to push the plug into him and he let out soft whimpers until it was settled into place, he clenched around it a couple times, a visible shiver ran down his spine, “How’s that feel, baby boy?” you asked.

“It f-feels like I’m sitting on an icicle.”

“Good, that’s what it’s supposed to feel like.” he let out a groan in response, “Don’t worry, soon enough you wont even know it’s there.” you said. You got up and moved back to the cabinet, searching through it for a second before pulling out a small vibrator with an elastic band attached to it. “This should help.” you said, holding it up for him to see.

“You’re really not gonna make this easy for me are you?”

“I told you I was gonna make a mess out of you.” you said as you walked back to the bed. You slipped the elastic band around the head of his dick, settling the vibrator on the sensitive spot on the underside right beneath his tip. You stroked him a couple of times before switching on the vibrator, he jolted from the sudden intense sensations, his hips bucking off the bed. You pulled your hand away and watched him for a second, enjoying the way his hips were twitching as the vibrator worked on him. He was a mess of moans, his dick twitching and his muscles clenching as his orgasm got closer. You waited until he was right on the edge before reaching down and switching off the vibrator.

He let out a long whine, “Oh come on.” he complained.

“Oh I’m sorry, did you want to cum?” you asked, your voice sickly sweet.

“Actually, yeah, I was kindof looking forward to it.”

“Well I guess I could turn the vibrator back on if that’s what you want.”

“I mean the vibrator feels nice but I bet your mouth would feel better.”

“You’re gonna have to beg for that.” you reached down and turned the vibrator back on preventing him from responding. He tugged at his restraints, desperate for any other stimulation, you watched as the vibrator brought him to the edge again before you turned it off. He let out another whine, this one louder and needier and you reached up to run your hand down his cheek. He leaned into your touch and looked at you, his eyes glistening, “What do you need, baby boy?” you asked softly.

“Your mouth, please, I’ll do anything, just please let me cum.” he begged.

You smiled, “Well how could I say no when you’re asking so nicely.” you pulled your hand away from his cheek and moved to sit in between his legs. You slipped the vibrator off of his dick and set it to the side before wrapping your hand around him. He moaned softly as you stroked him, you brought your mouth up and wrapped your lips around his dick. You swirled your tongue around the head before sinking down fully, he let out a loud moan and bucked his hips up, the movement making you gag slightly. You let him thrust up into your mouth a couple of times before bringing your hand up and holding his hips down. You set the pace, it didn’t take much for him to get to the edge, you felt his dick twitch in your mouth and pulled off of him with a pop. You stroked him a couple more times before he came with a cry his cum shooting out all over his stomach, you worked him through his orgasm before pulling your hand off of him.

You reached down and grabbed the end of the now warm butt plug pulling it out slowly before moving around and unhooking his cuffs. You grabbed a couple of wipes out of the cabinet and cleaned the cum off of his stomach. You threw the wipes away and laid down on the bed next to the boy, “Am I allowed to see your face now?” he asked as he rolled over to face you.

You laughed, “Since you were so good, I guess you can.” you said before reaching up to slip off your mask.

He did the same, “Next time we do this, I vote no masks and I’m in control.” he said with a smile.

“Next time?” you asked.

“Oh if you think I’m letting you get away with all that without the chance to give you a taste of your own medicine you’re absolutely wrong.”

You smiled, “I guess you make a good point.” you responded.

Jisung cleared his throat reminding the both of you that there were other people in the room, “This is adorable and all but I guess Changbin and I have to go find an ATM so we’ll head out.” he said with a sigh.

“ATM?” the boy asked.

“Oh, uh, we made a bet about whether or not I could get a dom to sub for me tonight.” you explained.

“This was for a bet? I’m hurt.” the boy pouted.

“I’ll split the money with you and you can absolutely get me back next time.” you offered.

“How much was the bet?”

“$200 total, I’ll give you half.”

“I’ll take it.” he said with a smile before throwing his arm across your waist and snuggling into your side.

Jisung sighed as he stood up, “You guys suck.” he said as he left the room with Changbin following close behind.

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Dumb bad stupid She-Ra shrink fic

As Catra stepped into her quarters and the door shut behind her she let out an agonizing, drawn out, pained sigh of utter frustration and contempt. She'd spent the last 3 weeks trudging around Etheria Hunting for first ones tech and battling the rebels. And all she had to show for it was a mountain of busted horde bots, a headache and some new bruises. She slumped down against the wall and sighed again feeling every little ache and pain. Both physical and mental. Of course Scorpia had been along with her the whole time and so Catra had been forced to endure her incessant running monologue and rantings about every little thing. "I need a break." She mused to herself. "I need to just unwind. Get my mind of everything for a bit". As she sat there slumped against the wall she saw something sitting under her bed. A golden bottle with a Red bow.  She got up and walked over to her bed, reached under and grabbed it. A note was attached to the bow it read: "Happy birthday Catra! I realized I didn't know what your actual birthday was so I just decided hey why not? Better late then never! Or early. Either or. Anyways enjoy this bottle, its that REAAALLY good stuff from Brightmoon. -Your bestfriend in the whole wide world, Scorpia   XOXOXO" It was a bottle of Brightmoon brandy. Scorpia had gifted it to Catra a while ago. At the time Catra just stuffed it away under her bed and forgot about it. But now she decided it might be just what she needed. "I guess a few sips couldn't hurt. The horde wont fall apart if I take the night off." She said aloud justifying it to herself more than anything. She pulled of the cap and took a swig. The Brandy Burned as it went down but left a pleasant sensation on the tongue afterwards. "Oh yeah. This is DEFINITELY worth a few sips." she said and took another swig. "Maybe even more than a few."

A half hour and quarter bottle of brandy later and Catra was laying on her bed staring at the ceiling with a smile on her face. Happy to not be thinking about anything in particular. just thew warm, pleasant feeling in her chest. Then her communicator beeped. With a groan she rolled over and checked it. It was Entrapta.  Catra reluctantly answered. "Ugghh what IS IT?" "HEY CATRA! I NEED HELP WITH AN EXPERIMENT!" blared the excited voice of Etrapta. "I've finally assembled my prototype reduction ray and I--" "Okay great why do you neeed ME?" Interrupted Catra. "Well I need to test the effects on biological matter to measure the energy coefficient levels in relation to--" "Okay okay FINE I'll send Lonnie, Rohellio and Kyle over will that work?" "YIPPIE! Yes of course! The more the merrier!" shouted Entrapta. "Greeaaaat" groaned catra as she shut off the call and dialed Lonnie. A few seconds later there was an answer "Hey catra whats up?" came Lonnie's inquisitive voice. "Entrapta needs help with her latest ermm... thing. You Rohellio and Kyle go help her and do what she says. Got it?" "What? but tonight--"  "No buts! that's an order!" with that Catra cut the call and lay back down in her bed. Catra contemplated simply turning off her comlink so she wouldn't have to suffer any further interruptions but realized after a while they'd just come looking for her and everyone knew where her quarters were so that would only be a temporary solution. So she decided to go for a walk and leave her comlink behind. And bring the bottle with her of course. "I think i'm in the mood for some mouse hunting" Catra thought to herself. Truth be told she hadn't gone hunting for mice since she was a little kid. It WAS admittedly kindof silly and childish but she decided that's exactly the sort of thing she needed at the moment. She got up making sure to take off her comlink and grab the brandy bottle and strode out of the room with a grin from ear to ear.

"So what exactly did Catra say were helping Entrapta with again?" Asked Kyle. "She didn't. All she said was Entrapta's working on something and we gotta help her. That's it" Replied Lonnie as the trio entered Entrapta's lab. Kyle Lonnie and Rohellio had been planing to spend the night unwinding after the recent battles but Catra's call had put an end to that and the hope of a peaceful night for them. "Okay but its not DANGEROUS right? like its probably just moving some crates or something." Asked Kyle turning to Rohellio, who in response merely shrugged and grunted. Entrapta's lab was a dark mess of tangled wires, stray machinery and equipment. In the center of the mess was Entrapta herself. Fussing with panel attached to a large raised platform in the center of the room. "Hey uh Entrapta?" Called out Lonnie. Entrapta turned to face them. "Hi guys! what are you doing here?" She asked cocking her head to the side. " Uhm Catra said you needed our help with something?" "Help with something? Hmmmmm Oh yeah that's right! The reducer!!! Perfect your're just in time! Go stand over on the platform. "Uhm okay sure thing." said Lonnie in a weary tone of voice. The three of them stepped up onto the platform. "Uhmm now what?" Asked Kyle with a slight whine. "Oh you just stay there and stand still. As long as you don't move too much you should be fine!" Called out Entrapta as she dashed across the room to go fiddle with another panel. "Out of curiosity what happens if we DO move too much?" "What? Oh you'd most likely be disintegrated. Its about a 68 percent chance." Entrapta's reply caused Kyle's face to turn pale and even caused Rohellio to shuffle back nervously. "Well what is this thing actually SUPPOSED to do Entrapta?" Asked Lonnie audibly worried. "Oh I thought it was obvious. Its a reducer. It reduces things. Makes them tiny! Well here goes nothing. Cross your fingers!" As she said this Entrapta pressed one of the buttons on the panel next to her. Before any of them could protest all three were enveloped in a blinding white light.

Kyle, for a moment felt a sense of weightlessness. He briefly realized that he was flying through the air until he abruptly and roughly hit the ground and skipped a few feet before skidding to a stop. He had landed on his back and was looking up at the ceiling. Not the ceiling of Entrapta's lab however but the hallway outside it. The blast had thrown him clean out the door. After laying there for a moment to catch his breath he sat up wincing from the pain and called out "Agghh, I don't think its working very well!" His vision was a bit blurry and it took a second for everything to come into focus. However once it did he realized to his horror that he was wrong. Entrapta's device had worked VERY well. Besides being thrown through the air the reducer had had functioned just as intended, as Kyle now stood just over three inches in height. Everything now seems colossal.  The walls towered like mountains and the floor of the hallway stretched out like an open plateau. Before he had any time to think about his predicament Kyle say a group of Horde soldiers nearby coming down the hallway towards him.  He was about to call out to them to ask for help but before he had the chance he had to dodge the first one's boot which narrowly missed him as he lept out of the way. Unfortunately this put him into the path of the second solider's boot, which kicked him center mass and for the second time in the last few moments Kyle was sent careening through the air. This landing into a nearby trash disposal chute. As he slid down the chute to what he assumed was his inevitable demise Kyle screamed at the top of his lungs in absolute terror.

Catra now about a third of the way through the bottle was having the time of her life.  Once she'd left her room she had made her way to the best place she'd found as a kid to hunt mice. The junkyard. It was a massive trash disposal area in the lower levels of the Frightzone, filled with all kinds of refuse and scrap. No responsibilities, no annoying underlings, no orders to give; but most importantly home to countless tasty mice. She delighted in stalking past the piles of scrap, waiting for the moment when an unsuspecting mouse appeared and she'd pounce to catch it. So far she had gotten 3. Catra was about to call it a night and head back when she heard rustling in a nearby trash pile. And decided that there was no harm in one more. She quietly made her way over to pile she heard the rustling come from. Of course at this point in her decidedly drunken state, "quietly" meant only bumping into one or two things  rather then knocking over an entire trash pile. After making her way over she thought for a second that shed lost the mouse but before she gave up she heard more rustling and saw a messy tuft of brownish blonde fur sticking out from behind an old rusted sheet of scrap metal. It was slowly moving around it and coming towards her. She smiled as she realized all she had to do was wait for the mouse to come around the corner and it would be right in front of her. "This must be one stupid mouse" she thought to herself. She crouched down and waited to pounce on her unsuspecting prey.

Kyle considered himself incredibly lucky to have survived the trip down the chute and thankfully had landed on a pile of torn oily rags and not jagged metal. He still however, had to deal with the serious issue of being stuck alone in the horde's junkyard and a mere three inches tall. After a few minutes having a minor panic attack coupled with an existential crisis he finally managed to compose himself.  He figured he only had one option to try and save himself. And to do that he had find his way out of the junkyard and get back to Entrapta and hope she could fix him. After a few minutes of trudging through piles of trash making very slow progress and dirtying his usually light blonde hair he almost buried himself by accident when he caused a (comparatively) large pile of trash to fall over when he misplaced his footing. After another narrow brush with mortal peril he decided he wouldn't take any chances if he could help it. Just as he decided this he rounded the corner of a large piece of scrap metal and much to his bewilderment found himself a few inches away from the large grinning face of Catra. She had a feral glare in her eyes. Kyle was so stunned that he couldn't think of what to do or say in the split second before Catra lunged at him.

Catra only had to wait a few moment for the mouse to round the corner. When it did she didn't wait for it to have a chance to run off and quickly lunged at it headfirst, mouth wide open. The mouse didn't even have time to try to get away and Catra felt it hit her mouth and quickly clamped shut her jaws enclosing it inside. She leaned back and once again smiled from ear to ear. She could feel the mouse struggling inside her mouth and she giggled a bit to herself at the sensation. She noticed though that this mouse tasted and felt quite different from the others. It felt oddly shaped and tasted more like a salty, oily piece of plastic. She was worried that perhaps she had  also grabbed a bit of trash when she got the mouse but only for a moment. She was too sloshed to really care all that much about it. She shrugged and tilted her head back in preparation to swallow and was going to wash it down with another swig of brandy. Just before she did however she could have sworn she heard someone call out her name. She couldn't tell what direction it came from but it definitely sounded like her name. She knelt down behind a nearby scrap pile. Drunk as she was she would still feel incredibly embarrassed if someone found her stalking through trash piles hunting for mice. "Better get rid of the evidence then" she figured as she once again tilted her head back to swallow her prey. But once again she heard her name called out once again. And this time as odd as it sounded, she was almost certain she knew where it had come from. It had come from inside her mouth! Confused beyond all reason as to why a mouse seemed to be shouting her name Catra held out her palm and spat the mouse into it. What Catra was not expecting was that instead of a mouse in her hand. She instead seemed to be holding a tiny person. "This stuff must be stronger than I thought" she said to herself aloud. She blinked several times expecting something to change but no matter how many times she did, she still saw the same thing. A disheveled miniature person in the palm of her hand. A person that looked remarkably like....                               "Kyle?!" Catra half asked, half yelled. "Is that YOU?!"