#no concept is a stupid name because that’s still a concept too hello

[illuminatedmysticc]

what truly made evrything click? what made you stop searching and start being

I stopped giving a sh*t so should you anon

Like stop reading this non dual stuff nobody knows Nothing here ! You are the Answer, go within yourself!! Some of the people who have Nd or no concepts blogs now just learnt about this yesterday or don’t know what the hell they talking about

Don’t listen to me , don’t spend half your day reading my stuff or anyone for that matter even those you “Trust” just yourself

Who am I ? That’s a great start

Who are you

[rodolfoparras]

Say something stupid (like I love you)

Pairing: Male character x Top Male reader

Cw: 18+, non human yandere character, human yandere reader, stalking, obsessing, possessiveness, masturbation, bondage, blood play, spit play, non consensual voyeurism, dubious consent, dom male reader, sub male character

Synopis: After spending so many years looking for the right one for him, he finally finds you or you find him…

When he first met you he hadn’t intended to fall in love, matter of fact he’d long given up on the concept solely because his partners rarely viewed love and relationships in the same way that he did.

Sure they’ve gotten jealous over him but never did they get possessive like he did.

Sure they’ve loved him but never did they get obsessed like he did.

Sure he’d been in committed relationships but never did they allow him to claim them properly.

And because of that he always broke up with them.

It’s love, he tried to explain, the all consuming type that has you tapping into your deepest darkest desires.

His previous lovers didn’t understand it, no one seemed to do, until he met you.

He had observed you through the shadows at first, not wanting to scare you away before he’d even gotten the chance to say hello.

He’d watch you practice in the garden. You were rather skilled with the sword but there were still weak spots in your swordsmanship, windows of opportunity where someone could come and harm you.

From then on he decided that he’d do everything in his power to prevent you from getting hurt, even if that meant secretly watching you from bushes and trees while you practiced with your sword.

He’d sometimes watch you take short walks to town. You didn’t seem to care whether it was day or night, seemingly determined as ever to finish whatever errand you had in mind. But he cared because sure while you knew how to wield a sword, the world you lived in was very unpredictable. You shouldn’t roam around alone so of course he followed wherever you decided to go.

He’d even watch you sleep until dusk turned into dawn through the window you always forget to close. Sometimes you couldn’t fall asleep for whatever reason, so you’d lay in bed, body bare and on full display lazily stroking your dick, grunts and groans tumbling past your lips, as you steadily worked yourself towards your release.

He tried not to look, it would be rather improper of him. He’d instead trail his gaze around your surroundings to make sure no one was watching, no one else but him.

You never noticed him or maybe you did because sometimes you’d throw a look over your shoulder while practicing with your sword as if you could feel someone watching you.

And sometimes you’d take one too many unnecessary trips to town, each time taking a new and unfamiliar path as if wanting to keep him on his toes somehow.

And sometimes while pleasuring yourself, you’d gaze into the open window, right in the spot where he usually hides himself, eyes searching the dark as if you were looking for something or rather someone, as if you were looking for him.

However the most notable thing was that you never seemed to fear him, at least not from what he could see.

There were no goosebumps rising upon your skin whenever you thought someone was watching you at practice, no pulse wildly beating under your skin when he was following you closely, no shaking limbs except for when you inched closer to your release.

He was intrigued.

Days turned into weeks, weeks turned into months and soon enough he decided to make himself known.

When he’d stepped out of the shadows and into the light he’d been intrigued with how much more beautiful you were up close but he’d been more intrigued with how familiar you seemed to be with him.

You didn’t lunge him down to the ground, didn’t bring your sword to his throat, didn’t even try to walk away when he came up to you.

Instead you said his name with a soft smile on your face, pronouncing the string of letters as if you were rather familiar with them, as if you were familiar with him. How you’d found that out, he had no idea.

He was used to an air of caution surrounding his conquests, the other party needing some time before they warmed up to him, maybe two or three dates before they allowed him to steal a kiss but there was no need for that with you.

There was no need for it when you were the one to pull him in for a kiss, a yelp of surprise turning into whimpers and whines, steadily licking into his mouth as if trying to erase any trace of previous conquests, sucking on his tongue and biting on his lips as if trying to devour him, before breaking apart, a string of blood and spit connecting you to him

At that point his conquests usually try to run away. They see the wild look in his eyes, the blood smeared around his mouth and run for the hills.

Instead it seems like you’re trying to prevent him from running away, one hand keeping a vice like grip on his throat, thumb pressing down on his Adam apples til his ears ring and world blurs while the other hand blindly fumbles for the cleft of his ass, fingers brushing over his clothed entrance.

He’d never managed to go as far as to get his conquests into bed yet here you were tying his limbs to the bed posters, using a bit of pre to stretch the tight ring of muscles before sinking into his warm wet heat like you owed it, uncaring of the way he winces and hisses as you set a steady pace with your hips, solely focusing on your pleasure.

You keep your gaze glued to his, like he’d done with you for so many weeks, eyes wide and frantic as if someone would steal him away from you, taking in the tears trickling down his cheeks, the way spit is dribbling down his chin, the way his cock is uselessly slaps against his abdomen while you frantically thrust into him.

And when he thought it was time to leave, feeling absolutely spent and wrung dry, nothing but pathetic spurts of cum spilling from his cock,you had stopped him before he could even get up.

This time you lunged at him, still naked as ever, your hard cock pressing against his thigh while pushing the sharp blade of a knife up against his jugglar.

Right then and there he knew that he loved you

and he knew that you loved him too.

[untoldstar]

male yandere! farmer x fem! spoiled city girl reader [Introduction]

lowkey hate this but I still love the concept.

This is based on an ask I got but since it’ll. e jumbled if I put everything in one post I’ll be posting it in parts so as much as it pains me to say this..no yandere shenanigans in this post<:33

You were spending the summer at a farm and you were absolutely dreading it.

You have been living, in your words, the high life but in your fathers words irresponsibly. Going out every night, partying, spending money on stupid things, and it seemed like you were only interested in going to college because of the parties your classmates host. Frankly, your father has had enough of it.

In the middle of his lecture, he had the bright idea to call up an old friend who owns a farm and ask him for a favor, and from the expression on his face you already knew it was something dreadful.

Turns out it was to have you work for him for the summer. To toughen you up a bit. Teach you some responsibility just so you could be a little more mature when you come back (and maybe not turn him penniless like you're about to with the way you're living).

His friend, which you learned his name was Blaze, didn't mind. In fact, he was happy to have an extra set of hands to help around.

Naturally, you threw a fit. You tried every trick in the book you even gave your best puppy eyes and promised not to spend too much money anymore, you would even stop going to so many parties!

Nonetheless..you ended up packing your bags when the day came.

You slammed the passenger door shut and made your way to the cars trunk to get your bags. You could hear both men exchange warm welcomes and rave over how long it's been.

You roll your eyes. A little more and they'll be going down memory lane over coffee.

Your father turns to you when you make it to his side, his face still pleasantly beaming. It was honestly freaking you out "Ah! honey, say hello to my friend, Blaze. He'll take good care of you here." You offer him a tight-lipped smile and shake his hand. You immediately remove yourself from the conversation as your eyes take in the scenery. A large field you can't even tell where it ends. Within it, a house is close to where you're all standing, not small, not too big while the barn is a little further away. You also see a dark blue truck parked close by. You don't see any of the animals yet. He must have animals right? You wince as you think of dealing with their waste.

And the heat. The heat. You have a small tube top and shorts on which would be lovely back in your city but here it does absolutely nothing to help with the intense heat.

Too distracted by your torment, you don't notice Blaze's eyes glancing in your direction every few seconds as he talks to your father taking in every detail of you. Smooth skin, soft hair, delicate hands that haven't worked a day in their life. He honestly doesn't think you'll last a day.

"Well! I'll be off then." You snap out of your daze "Oh. Okay then." You reply curtly. You're being petty and you don't care "Come now don't have that look on your face, lighten up will you? Don't give Blaze too much trouble" with that he makes his way to the car and you almost tear up watching him drive off.

Blaze clears his throat "Here let me help you with your stuff." He leads the way to his house and already you can tell how awkward this is going to be "I take it you're not familiar with working in a farm?" you only offer a small shake of your head "That shouldn't be a problem, you know I didn't wake up one day and decided to milk a cow. I had to learn and work every day...Not just that but everything else, of course." He clears his throat and you giggle. His shoulders relax a bit upon the sounds. You too enter his house and he sets your luggage down "Right, let me give you a tour, yeah?"

He leads you throughout the entire house, which doesn't take long considering its size, he leaves your room for last "This is where you'll be sleeping, this room doesn't have a lock yet but if you want I can install one for ya." you only nod and head inside and shut the door behind you.

What the fuck?

Blaze blinks then huffs knocking on the door "Hey uh- If you're tired from the trip we can start tomorrow at dawn" He looks down as he patiently waits for your response "Yeah that would be great!" He sighs. He doubts you had plans to start today anyway.

Blaze finally walks away from your door rubbing his neck 'Lets hope this runs by smoothly..'

Turns out, he had..a few things to worry about.

The first day was a pain, for both of you, but he'd argue it was more of a pain for him.

"You do it!"

"I'm supposed to be teaching you." he replies gruffly

"What if she bites my hand off?"

"She's a horse you're not feeding a lion- look just put the carrot closer to her mouth." he guides your hand closer and his heart skips a beat. So soft. Your hands were so soft-

He clears his throat "There, it'll just start eating it, it's fine if a little dribble gets on your hand." You grimace and he clicks his tongue "Oi, stop being a brat, a little drool is the least you should be worried about while working here." You whine "Can I just be in charge of feeding Stella here instead?" He crosses his arms "No can do sweetheart." You only pout and continue feeding the horse not noticing how the corners of Blaze's mouth lift slightly.

You kept running off from your chores to play with Clyde (his dog) and of course, he was chasing you around like a babysitter trying to get you to finish your work.

It was truly a nightmare when you had to clean after the animals. You were gagging, whining, he was honestly convinced you were going to start bawling at that point it was quite amusing.

After that, it seemed you were a bit desensitized from that experience and you were managing the rest of the chores with few complaints but for your sake, he won't mention how he heard you cussing out your father while you were cleaning the barn.

When you were finally done with everything the sun was beginning to set. You wanted more than anything to fall face-first into your bed but you stunk and you desperately needed a shower.

When you're done you open the door only to bump into Blaze "Oh, sorry.' You squeeze past him and continue your way to your room not noticing the shade of red Blaze's face turned in your wake.

His pants tighten and the scent of your shampoo and body wash wafting from the bathroom doesn't help.

Yeah..a few things he has to worry about

[anyaeras]

Fucked up day || Wandnat

Paring Wanda x Natasha x Reader

Summary || Wanda and Natasha got a little carried away this Friday the 13th, but they did it in the name of love hmm?

Warnings || smut ,, AFAB!reader (They/them pronouns) ,, dom!wanda ,, dom!GP!Natasha ,, sub!reader ,, cunnalingus ,, d!v sex ,, light bondage ,, murder mentions ,, dark!plot ideas ,, slight mommy!kink ,, (a little degrading, if you squint) ,, manipulation concepts

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Friday the 13th Was all a joke to you, a stupid day that everybody wanted to act absurd, especially this Friday the 13th as it was in October approaching Halloween, you on the other hand had decided to have a quiet evening, until the news came on.

Reporting that multiple suspicious murders have taken place in your nearby city, no idea who the suspected killer is and it seems that they were still loose.

Clearly that's a little unsettling as a serial killer on the loose nearby isn't the most comforting feeling, yet it must be a whole Nother Friday the 13th prank that has gone way too far.

Now around 8:30 at night long after the sun had set, the cold brisk of the fall evening had settled, in the kitchen y/n was preparing a late dinner, simple really cutting up a few vegetables for the dish just than their phone with off.

'Unknown caller ID' the name read thinking nothing of it y/n let it go to voice mail, yet moments after the number called again.

Curiosity, overpowered ignorance, with that y/n picked up their cell.

"Do you like scary movies?" A strange male sounding voice asked over the line, leaving y/n with a shiver.

"Umm not really, I don't watch them a lot" y/n replied not thinking to much about it as none of this seemed familiar.

"What a shame, I wanted to know what's your favorite scary movie?" The raspy voice asked and that's when it hit her, the movies with the stabbing, that's what the line was from.

"Haha very funny, trying to prank me with a line from a movie" y/n said clearly not impressed before hanging up, a huge horror movie mistake.

Then again it was just a joke, going on continuing, making their meal, the sound of the front door opening, caught them off guard.

"Hello? Can I help you?" Y/n voice shouted threw the house.

"Yes sure you can y/n." The same raspy voice from over the phone now was heard throughout their house.

"This isn't funny what is this a sick joke to you?!" Y/n shouted now finally a bit uneasy with the whole situation, especially because I had no idea who would come into their house.

Y/n felt something or should they say someone quickly grab them pulling them backwards, kicking and screaming to get loose yet someone in a ghost face mask also now stood in front of them.

"every good screen movie always has two killers" the ghost face in front said.

Y/n was manhandled into a chair tied down in merely seconds.

"See y/n all these killing tonight were for you, we did it for you." The ghostface behind y/n explained

"What do you mean you did this for me? You killed innocent people?!" Y/n shouted out now confused and disgusted.

A phone was pulled from the front ghostfaces pocket, showing y/n each person who was killed, each one in someway had a relationship to y/n and they knew it.

"Y-you kill my friends? W-why?" Managing to stutter out words, almost frozen in a form of shock.

"They weren't your friends, especially not him!" the first ghost face was clearly becoming impatient as they should the photo of y/n's boyfriends slashed body, causing y/n to gasp, a few tears falling down their face.

"You're sick!"

"We aren't sick, we are protecting you, he would've just hurt you honey, we will protect you" at that point the slasher in front took off their mask, revealing themself

"Natasha?" Y/n gasped seeing the fiery redhead under the mask

"W-who's that-" now asking referring to the other masked murderer confused if one of them was Natasha, then who could the other one be?

Removing the mask, a shimmering Burnett was revealed

"Wanda? Why? Why me? Are you both going to kill me now?" They asked the two once masked murders who giggled in response to said question.

"Of course not silly, we did it all to save you, we wouldn't want to hurt you dear" Wanda spoke softly her knife touching y/n face gently.

"S-so what exactly do you want with me" clearly y/n was still confused on why their friends caused all these killings when the only reasoning they gave y/n was they killed them was to 'save you'

Natasha took her turn moving closer so that she could grab y/n's jaw forcing them to look up at her.

"Y/n, Wanda and I want all of you детка. You are ours" Natasha spoke soft words in a harsh tone

"SO YOU KILLED A BUNCH OF PEOPLE, ARE YOU GUYS DUMB WHAT IF YOU GET CAUGHT?" Y/n shouted finding the whole situation absolutely absurd.

"Are you going to turn us in?" Natasha's face held the same signature smirk, each word was taunting to the person tied in the chair.

"No they wouldn't turn us in, they don't wanna lose us" Wanda joined in on the teasing, giving y/n a quick kiss

Y/n couldn't help but enjoy the kiss, as much as they didn't want to due to the circumstances, y/n did have a tiny crush on the two women.

"That's pathetic y/n, you didn't even pull away" Wanda laughed clearly y/n wanted them even after they killed, and tied them up, and both older women knew that would be the outcome, that's why they did it.

"Guys I- umm" y/n being flustered made Natasha laugh, now taking a kiss herself from the tied up y/n.

"It's okay to want us детка" Wanda spoke softly brushing some of y/n's loose hair out of their face.

"But I shouldn't-" quickly y/n's words were hushed by the two other women who wanted to ruin the innocent one who was tied to a chair.

Natasha was getting fed up with y/n going back and forth and finally took things into her own hands. Swiftly moving to kiss now down y/n's neck, making them gasp at the feeling.

"T-Tasha" y/n's words were breathy as the redhead kept kissing on them

"Darling it seems you're a little trapped, would you like us to stop?" Wanda asked softly yet she was serious, for being a bit crazy, she was still caring and didn't want to do anything to harm y/n. Natasha also pulled away for a moment looking up at y/n for their consent yet when y/n whined for them to keep going the knew it was free game.

Natasha moved back into sucking non y/n's neck while Wanda dropped to her knees between y/n's legs.

"Can mommy taste you honey?" The name caught y/n off guard yet they still nodded giving Wanda the go, now as the witch moved y/n's pants to the floor, along with their panties she almost went feral just at the site.

"Fuck" the one tied to the chair huffed out biting their lip as Wanda got to work, having fun working y/n up

"Look at you, all tied up for us" Natasha teased as Wanda was a bit busy.

Natasha moved to grope y/n's body even more, slowly bringing them over the edge.

"Let go for us моя ангел" the redhead coaxed them over the edge, forcing y/n into their first orgasm.

Wanda lifted her head to forcefully kiss y/n, making them taste themself on her cherry colored lips. As Wanda held the kids her hands moved behind the chair, untying y/n's arms, so that the Burnett could reposition the once tied up y/n, now pushing them onto all fours, Natasha stood behind, while Wanda moved to stand in front.

"Can we use you pretty one?" Wanda bent down asking softly, yet her words were far from innocent, yet with y/n's brain already being fuzzy they were quick to nod along.

Natasha undid her jeans, pulling out her dick, finding a way to line up with y/n's cunt, slowly sliding into them making y/n moan out loudly, which Wanda countered by forcing y/n's mouth onto her cunt, giving the Burnett pleasure each time y/n moaned, Tasha on the other hand was railing y/n from behind as her dick was covered now in y/n's slick juices, making it easier for her to move in and out, which was causing y/n to scream moving closer to their second climax's.

"F-fuck I-I'm close" y/n groaned out, making Natasha thrust harder, as she herself was rather close.

"Make mommy cum and you can cum y/n" Wanda ordered making y/n work even harder at eating out Wanda, focusing on her clit more than before until the women's legs were shaking as she let go her orgasm left, prominent on y/n's face.

"Go on дорогой let go" Wanda whispered as Natasha also let her seed fill y/n, which was the finally push, making y/n shake as she orgasmed loudly.

"You did so good baby" Natasha whispered pulling out slowly, still using her arms to help support y/n, as it was clear they couldn't stand on their own.

"So so good for us, but детка, we have got to get out of here" Wanda explained now lifting y/n, supporting their weight, as Natasha grabbed keys, they were ready to skip town due to the early nights activities but as well as taking y/n far far away from this fucked up town, on the fucked up day....

[aetherdoesthings]

hello! good night! i was scrolling down and i saw your post about requests... and i was going to ask if i could do one even though i didnt follow you before realizing you were the luffy angst writter!!! that i follow for that series/three-shot!!! anyways;

could you do something about a reader (f! or gn! reader, the one you prefer) getting a tattoo? (a tramp stamp to be more specific, if you can) with robin, shanks, luffy and crocodile? it can be platonic or romantic/suggestive! i had the idea of getting one for a little while and i couldnt resist the temptation of having some thoughts w/them...

thank you very much! i love your writing! 💖

elo aequarea! thank you for the compliment 🫶🏻🫶🏻! unfortunately i've put the luffy angst fic on hiatus until i decide to finish off y/n fate.

forethoughts: sickness update- i can breathe through my nose now! but i got a stupid cough and sore throat still :(. yes i'm still sick and writing with a migraine. thanks for all the wishes and lovely messages you've given me <3! going back to sleep after posting this.

notes: this is my first time writing for shanks and crocodile, so apologies if inaccurate or not good. all gn!reader, smut-ish for crocodile and robin.

Robin

When you told Robin you wanted a tramp stamp, she didn’t make any comments, and only wanted to know your reason behind it. She saw her fair share of tramp stamps back at her time in Baroque Works; she wasn’t shocked at the concept of it. She was rather intrigued at your desire to have one.

After learning why you wanted one, she grabbed her stuff, and took you to the tattoo shop to get one for you.

She knew you weren’t that good with pain, so the entire time you were getting your tattoo, you squeezed her hand, while she nonchalantly read a book. 

Robin didn’t care that her fingers were turning purple, she was reading her book.

She’d occasionally smile at you and give you some words of encouragement, squeezing your hand back before getting back to her book.

Once you were done, she’d coo you and help you recover, making sure it doesn’t get infected or smushed, giving you the best tattoo aftercare ever.

Once it was fully healed, she’d use it to tease you, brushing a finger over it, knowing you’re sensitive in that area. She’d tease the living daylight out of you in bed, making you cry out her name to stop the teasing.

Shanks

Shanks would first be confused by what a tramp stamp is, but once he digs into his memory, he remembers what it is and what it means.

He’d 100% want to choose the design or be a part of choosing the design because if he’s going to stare at it all day, he’d want it to be a beautiful sight.

As you’re getting your tattoo, he’s by your side, telling you a bunch of stories about his days on sea, trying to distract you from the needles poking into your skin. 

He ignores your cries and screams and his fingers turning purple simply by raising his voice over your screams.

Once you were done with your tattoo, Shanks immediately turned into a father figure, caring for you and treating your tattoo until it was fully healed.

Once it was fully healed, he’d always make sure to make a comment about it, especially in bed. He’d show it off to his crew and friends, boasting about how his partner got a tramp stamp for him (you did not get a tramp stamp for him).

All in all, Shanks adores the tattoo and loves it on your body, and maybe if you convince him with two bottles of alcohol in his system, he might get one too.

Luffy

100% when you tell Luffy you want to get a tramp stamp he’s gonna get it with you.

Boy doesn’t even know what it is, he just wants to match with you and get the same tramp stamp.

When it’s time to get it, he sits on the chair next to you, holding your hand to comfort you as you were both getting the tramp stamp. 

Little did you know he’d be the one squeezing the blood out of your fingers when the tattoo started.

For someone who’s fought a warlord and the World Government, he was squirming in his seat, waiting for the tattoo to end. 

Once it did end, he was thrilled and hyped, since the two of you got matching tattoos.

Oh, the poor Straw Hats who had to listen to Luffy yap about the tramp stamp and how it matches with yours.

Crocodile

Crocodile really didn’t care when you told him you wanted a tramp stamp. He was busy with his work, still trying to take down Alabasta and making sure it was a foolproof plan. 

He wasn’t also a fan of getting a tramp stamp, since he knew what it meant and he didn’t want the world to know his partner was associated with promiscuity.

He relented eventually, after you brought Miss All Sunday to join the argument, as Crocodile had no choice but to let you get the tramp stamp.

You went to the shop with Miss All Sunday, since Crocodile didn’t want to be seen with you inside a tattoo shop getting a tramp stamp, but he didn’t want you to go alone with you would be in danger, so he sent Miss All Sunday to go with you.

You got the tattoo with the woman, talking about some random things to pass the time. 

Once you were done,  you showed Crocodile, who initially had a strong reluctance in the tattoo.

But now that you got it, he was in love with the tattoo. He loves to use his hook to grab your waist, running the hook against your tattoo, loving your reaction and how it looked against your skin.

Yes he will use his hook to grab your waist while he’s pumping into you from behind and calling you a whore and living up to your tattoo.

[elliewilliams4eva]

thinking about lip gallagher x reader in his slut college era...remember the time he landed in the hospital after someone called and he got all mad?? a one shot is brewing...

lip gallagher x reader

warnings- mentions of alcohol and alcohol poisoning, hospitals, swearing, pretty much it!

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"Hey! Couple hurricane shots for you, for you, and one for me". I hear a voice say behind the makeshift bar, handing a couple of bright red shots to some girls.

I take in the sight of the boy. His hair was touseled, wearing an obnoxious glittery gold vest over normal clothes with green makeup on the side of his face, a cigarette now back on his lips after taking the shot.

I decide to approach him as I see the girls leaving.

"Hey, Hurricane shot?" He asks, barely glancing at me, not waiting for a response as he pours one.

"What's in a Hurricane Shot?" I ask, bemused.

He shrugs with a slight laugh, "I don't fuckin' know, whatever alcohol the sorority chicks could get their hands on."

I laugh, answering his previous question, "Nah, I'm okay. I don't drink." He looks at me strangely as if sobriety a foreign concept to him.

"What, like, ever?" He asks for clarification, downing the shot he made for me along with another one.

"Yea, don't really get the appeal. Besides, these parties are hilarious when you're sober enough to see the stupid shit drunk people do." I snicker, pointing at a couple grinding on each other on the dance floor, lacking any rhythm whatsoever.

We share a laugh before i say, "Alright I gotta go, have to make sure my stupid drunk friends aren't doing stupid drunk things." I smile at him before turning around to leave.

"Wait," he grabs onto my wrist lightly, "what's your name?" he inquires with a slight smile, clearly drunk.

I smile, "Ivy. you?"

"Lip"

I smile with my brows furrowed, and I point to my own lips, asking for confirmation. He laughs at the gesture and nods, as I give him a grin and walk away.

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Lip groggily opens his eyes, squinting as the light intrudes his sleep. Groaning, he looks around to examine his environment. Big fluorescent lights, pale white walls, an IV? He looks down to see himself dressed in hospital gowns.

"Hello?" He groans out, voice raspy from the night before.

A nurse comes in to replace his iv, glancing at him.

"Oh good, you're awake." She says.

He looks at her weirdly, "The fuck am I here for?"

"Alcohol poisoning", she starts, "You could've died boy. Lucky that girl called for 911."

He shakes his head, "What girl?"

She smiles slightly, "Said her name was Ivy Blair. She seemed real worried. She's in the waiting room right now, I can call her in." The nurse offers.

He's too dazed to reply, so the nurse leaves, and Ivy comes in shortly after.

He examines her frame. She's still wearing the same tank top and jeans as the night before, eyes tired and fidgeting with the hem of her top as she begins to talk.

"You're alive." She breaths out, "for a second there I thought you were a goner."

Lip looks at her with disdain. "The fuck is this? What you don't drink so you're tryna punish me for doing it?"

Ivy blinks in confusion, "Pun- what? You were passed out. I shook you, slapped you, and you still didn't wake up. Lip I thought you were dead, so I called 911. Y'know, like how your supposed to?"

He grits his teeth and stares at her, "Yea well, because of you, instead of sleeping it off I got a ride in an ambulance and an IV full of salt water," he shakes his arm with the IV to accentuate his point, "you know what the hospital charges for that? two grand. So next time mind your fucking business."

Ivys eyes narrow as she takes in his words, "Look, I don't know what world you live in, but you don't 'sleep off' alcohol poisoning. you die from it. But yea, i'm so fucking sorry for saving your life. I'll try to refrain myself from calling the police the next time i see you passed out in your own piss." she says, her voice raising as she got more defensive.

He scoffs, "Where the fuck do you think im gonna get 2 grand from huh? You-you didn't 'save' anything you screwed me over."

Rolling her eyes, Ivy turns on her heels "Yea two grand, as opposed to the 15 that funerals cost. Fuck you Lip."

She storms out of the room, as Lip lies there, trying to catch up.

He's discharged a couple hours later, limping his way to the front desk to figure out a payment plan, physically grimacing at the thought.

"Lip Gallagher? No need! Your bill has been paid." The receptionist said with a kind smile.

He squints his eyes in confusion, "Wh- by who?" he sputters out.

"Uhh," the woman mutters, before clicking around on his computer some more, "Says here it was paid by an 'Ivy Blair'. Girlfriend?" She asks kindly.

Lip shakes his head absentmindedly, leaving the hospital.

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The next day, Lip wakes up- from his bed this time- and has a mission in his mind. He asks around, trying to see if anyone knows where Ivy lives.

He receives no answers, most of them just shoving past him, far too focused on their own lives.

He walks around more, about to lose hope when he sees a figure reading on the steps outside the library.

Sighing, Lip lightly jogs over, and says, "How much was it? I'll pay you back."

Ivy jumps, not realizing someone was behind her. Once she realizes who, she rolls her eyes and turns back around. Lip, somehow, takes this as an opportunity to sit on the steps next to her.

"I don't need your money Lip." she says bitterly, flipping a page in her book.

He sighs, running his hands through his hair, trying to make sense of the situation.

"So what- I mean, what's your angle here?" He asked genuinely confused.

This makes Ivy close her book and turn to him, "Lip what the fuck are you talking about? Angle? I don't have a goddamn angle asshole I was just trying to help!" She says, exasperated.

Lip is at a loss for words. Tricks, manipulation? those were things he was equipped to handle. 'Just wanting to help' was not.

"I-" he begins, not really knowing how to end it.

"Thank you..." he mutters out, as if he's ashamed to say the words.

Her eyes close as she sighs, tone softer then before, "I'm not after you Lip. Not everyone is."

He sighs and nods. "Alright look, let me at least make it up to you. I'll uh- get you lunch, or do your homework for you or some shit." He tries, looking at her.

A smile graces her face, one that makes Lip short circuit momentarily, "Actually, lunch doesn't sound awful." They share their information and set up a date.

Lip smiles as he gets up, head down. He looks at her before walking away and says, "See you then."

[artyarchivehoard]

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Fineline is an undertale au that has been living in me and Bea's (writer for fineline and other stuff who is my irl bestie but doesnt have tumblr cuz shes a nerd) brain for the past 4 years and now it’s finally getting life.

Basically found family bad sanses with a lot of self inserts, random ocs I make them interact with, and a healthy dose of shipping.

Their physical designs aren’t too far from accepted fanon but I think their personalities are quite different.

Nightmare is a bit more chill and has massive gossipy wine aunt vibes.

Dust is just a tad stupid and the most extroverted of the group.

Horror is the resident chef and is a big softie with a scary face and no concept of societal norms.

Killer is the most different because he’s the calm, dead-inside always bored one, trying and failing to get the others to chill out.

It would be amazing to have asks for them to answer and be able to share their shenanigans with other people so I hope you guys like their silliness!

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Fineline!Nightmare

Fineline!Dust

Fineline!Horror

Fineline!Killer

Jas

Bea

Emily

Red

Alex

Siren

Leo

Krea

Beau

Xavier

Josiah

Alicia

Marcus

Amson

Nebula

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Strato

Lucid

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[tilseptemberends]

New Elucien fic concept

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Elain trudged through the snow, shivering and holding her father's coat tighter around herself. It was too big for her but it was thicker than her cloak. This was stupid. So so stupid. Quite possibly the stupidest thing she would ever do in her life. If it failed then she was almost certainly going to die. But if it worked… if it worked then Feyre wouldn't have to follow those hunters into the woods ever again.

She halted at the tree line. The world was so quiet around her. She'd never felt smaller than she did right now, facing down these woods around the wall. She swallowed and continued forward, the sound of her shoes crunching through almost deafening in the silence of winter in the forest.

Her fingers were starting to go numb but she pushed forward until she was pressing a hand to the uneven stones of the wall. Her stomach turned as she made contact with the structure. She took a deep breath and whispered.

“Hello? Is someone here?” She could feel something moving in the air around her. A hesitation in its motion before it stilled behind her. Whatever it was, it wasn't human. Good and bad. Bad because non-human creatures this close to the wall usually meant death for little girls who ignored the warnings of their elders. But good because it might be what she was looking for.

“You're a bit small to be in the woods all alone…” a quiet voice spoke from behind her. She shouldn't have been comforted by anything about this situation but Elain was a bit… relieved to hear what sounded like a woman behind her. And she was starting to feel warmer. Though according to Feyre, dying from the cold could feel like you were getting warm again… that didn't explain the smell though. Like apple pie, and the last embers of a fire. Elain turned and looked up at the woman. Her words caught in her throat as she took in the stranger. A tall woman with curling red hair and pale skin, wrapped in a deep crimson cloak. “I… I am… but my sister is even younger and I don't know what else to do to fix things…” she forced the words out as every nerve in her body screamed as her to run. Because poking out of the woman's hair Elain could see her ears. Pointed where Elain's were rounded. “How old are you?” The woman asked and Elain wrung her hands. “I'm… I'm eleven. My name is Elain.” The woman knelt in snow before Elain. “You're very brave to come all the way out here for your family. What is your wish, dear?” Elain swallowed. She'd been thinking of exactly how to phrase her wish so her words could not be twisted around on her. “I want my father's ailments to be healed without any side effects so that he can work again. And for the creditors to stay away so he is not injured again.” The woman considered Elain's words. She nodded slowly and reached into her cloak twice. The first time she pulled out a small crystal vial strung on a silver chain, gently looping it over Elain's head. “This will cure your father's ailments. One dose with a week to fully recover.” She reached Bqck inside her cloak and Elain was a bit shocked to watch her pull out a satchel. “When you go with your father to find him work bring these with you. Sell them but keep the one on the bottom for yourself” Elain furrowed her brow and looked inside the bag. Her eyes widened as gold gleamed up at her. Golden apples. It definitely seemed like something the rich people the next town over would buy on a whim… “What makes the one of the bottom different?” she asked and the woman smiled, “Look at it once you get home.”

Elain nodded but didn't turn to leave. If the faerie had forgotten to make a demand in exchange then it was best not to remind her. The woman seemed to catch Elain's hesitation though and thought for a moment.

“Lets see… This is not a particularly grand favor. How about you just promise to listen for me in the woods in case I ever have need of you? An unnamed favor some time down the road.” It was a bad idea to agree to something without knowing the exact terms but Elain nodded. She already had the woman's gifts in hand and as nice as she seemed, the woman was still a faerie. Capable of killing her should she refuse. “Glad to hear it.”

The woman smiled and picked up some snow from beside them. “Close your eyes.” She instructed Elain and Elain did, shivering as the handful of snow was blown across her face. She opened her eyes to ask why but the words stuck to her tongue as her gaze fell upon the cottage. The woman had sent her back home. She looked at her acquisition. She was going to have a really difficult time trying to explain where this came from…

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Fic Synopsis-

At age eleven, Elain Archeron makes a desperate bargain with a faerie in the forest to give her family some chance at survival before her younger sister can put herself on the line instead.

At age 20 this favor is still hanging over her head. And Feyre's run-in with a different faerie in the woods does not set her at ease so she departs for Prythian to find the strange woman she made her bargain with and figure out what on earth she could want from a human girl that she could not find in Prythian.

[tsu-kitty]

it’d be really interesting to see you go the sweeter and bubblier route! I think it’s still important she’s not just an airhead, rather she’s just as (maybe a little less or maybe a little more) smart as tsukki- it’s their chemistry and bond that brings them together rather than a rivalry or banter. she’s not stupid, instead she chooses to be sweet with him and bring out a more docile area of his complex personality. she’s not snarky, she chooses to spend her time with him rather than being brought to it by the need to prove something to him. she knows she doesn’t, because they love each other and they get to be calm and enjoy themselves around each other in all their respective hobbies- and if tsukki’s hand tape gets replaced with a pink, patterned version then, well, what’s a guy to do?

yes, okay, slay. i so will.

i've seen others say this, but tsukishima with an emotionally intelligent partner to match his general intelligence is such a great concept.

but like agh i'm obsessed. obsessed. big scary boy who turns into a precious little softy with his partner? stop, it's everything really. like, imagine them talking in the hallway and he's looking at her so gently, tucking her hair behind her ear, then someone else comes up to talk to them and his face just drops. uuuuggggghhhhhhh.

or she's giving a presentation in class and the person next to tsuki keeps talking and he kicks their chair and glares at them like "how dare you speak when she's speaking, know your place you filthy mortal". lmao a little overboard but you get the point.

and just imagine all the little physical ways she creeps into his life. like, as you said, the occasional coloured tape on his fingers, hello kitty stickers on his headphones, a badtz-maru charm on his school bag (cause she thinks he looks like him), him using a pen with a fluffy pink top she lent him, him starting to use a fruity flavoured lip balm instead of his old plain one. and his fashion style slowly morphs from plain and basic to still simple but chic and slightly preppy.

oh, and her asking for his opinion on her new nails. and he always says he likes them. omg maybe this is too much, but what if for his birthday she writes his name on her nails. because tsukishima in english has ten letters, one for each finger. or maybe it's kei written in a tiny font on her thumb (in english or kanji). and when he sees it his face goes bright red and he pulls her into a hug so he can hide his blush from her, but she can feel his heart practically beating out of his chest.

oh my god and when he realises he loves her, like he's in love, he makes her a playlist. it's the sappiest thing he's ever done and probably will ever do in his life, but it's the only thing he can think of in the moment.

or maybe he chooses just one song that perfectly encapsulates the way he feels about her. as they walk home together, he unexpectedly places his headphones over her ears and presses play. he tries to act cool and collected, but he's dying inside and can't bring himself to look at her while it plays.

omg i'm gonna write that, just you wait.

[radrage]

Hello goobers. Have some Hancock headcanons that refuse to leave my brain. (I spent far too long condensing this I have so many hcs for this man)

pansexual he/they king. I refuse to believe this ghoul has made a decision ever. Like, look at him. He screams "I DO NOT CARE. IF IT HAS A HOLE AND CAN CONSENT, GIVE IT TO ME." Same goes with pronouns. He prefers he/him, but they/them is also a-okay. I reckon he picked it up from KLE0, who introduced him to the concept of ~gender identity~. I don't rlly like the poly hc that some people have bc I feel after what happened with McDonough, he's scared of betrayal, and having more than one (serious) partner at a time feels eerily similar to the feeling he got when he realised his own brother went against him.

Hes only in his late 20s/VERY early 30's. Maybe like, 29? I like to think he was only 18 or so when McDonough pulled his stunt, and that's why he turned to drugs. Being young and stupid, he didn't know what else to do.

Daisy is like a second mother to him. After his mum died, Hancock fell into a deep depression, which Daisy helped pull him out of. She also raised him when Martha was working, and would teach him and McDonough how to read, write, etc. Probably made him play an instrument at one point. Because of her, Hancock has just about the neatest handwriting you'll ever see. His f's and t's have little flicks and his i's are dotted with little x's.

He had an obsession with photography for a while. When he'd black out on chems, Hancock would forget most of his nights. This was a good thing for a while; it helped him escape his reality, but after waking up with a Deathclaw egg in his hands, buck naked and in a tree, he decided to start recording everything he did. If you look under the couch in his office, there's several albums from previous benders. Whenever you come across a camera he gets all excited and starts spewing facts about the make, model, and specs. Probably used the entirety of the Commonwealths film supply.

He's a sucker for compliments. Like, he'd probably die if you called him handsome. Being a ghoul, its pretty uncommon for him to be called anything other than an irradiated freakshow. So, even if its just an offhand "You look nice today", the chance of him melting would be pretty damn high. One time, Sole called him a work of art and he didn't stop smiling for an entire month. He still thinks about it. If romanced, Sole leaves little notes with compliments around their house for him to find. Before meeting Sole, Hancock would often brush off any form of positivity by going "They're being ironic." and on several occasions has admitted to regretting his choice of becoming a ghoul. This isn't true in the end, because, in his words "If I hadn't done everything I did, you wouldn't be in my life." Bonus: Hancock's really smart. This is actually canon as he has the second highest intelligence stat of any companions, but he acts like an absolute dumbass. Like, sometimes he'll ask Sole what 2 + 5 is, and then sometimes he'll write an entire thesis on the etymology of his name in an afternoon. The dumbest, smartest ass on this side of the seaboard.

[ghostenluvs]

bits of personality details that might not make it into the episodes:

[most of these are from a headcannon generator I thought was accurate but some of them are my own]

Spencer

has fallen asleep at their desk while working in the middle of the night.

spence is aromantic.

spence's least favourite subject in school was Gym.

spence has punched a hole in their wall.

spence would wear Hello Kitty socks.

spence would listen to 80s music.

spence shops exclusively at thrift stores.

spence sleeps in until noon.

spence cringes at their middle school yearbook photos.

spence has one, very simple word that they cannot figure out how to pronounce. Its envy. He says it like en vai

spence does not know what sleep is.

spence is a theatre kid.

Is terrified of being a bad person and tries to overcompensate for it by doing lots of favours for people, if he’s helping he’s doing good right?

Desperate for meaningful connection.

Tabitha

Doll phobia

tabby is great with kids.

If the source media was a musical, tabby would be the one character that asks why everyone is singing.

tabby can play the piano.

tabby hates being alone.

tabby steals other people's clothes.

tabby would wear Hello Kitty socks.

tabby is not good with social cues.

tabby has a pet lizard.

tabby can beat you up and will. [if you hurt her pals]

tabby is asexual.

tabby is a dog person.

Awful liar.

extrovert.

Dexter

dex is constantly singing for no reason.

dex does intricate and expensive cosplays.

dex is smart but also very stupid.

dex had an emo phase.

dex tackles and wrestles people to show affection.

dex will go feral. Watch out. [eric better count his nonconcussed days]

dex is not allowed to drink energy drinks.

dex has a mary sue oc.

dex will remind others in the midst of chaos how good they're being.

Dex is eager to learn new types of math

dex tells dad jokes.

dex forgets to eat sometimes.

If dex likes someone, they will give them a pretty rock.

dex likes to sing at 4 in the morning. Their neighbors hate them.

dex knocks people over by hugging them.

Loves this one specific niche comic book series but cannot let people know he reads books.

Religious trauma.

Has a job and makes it his whole identity unless you drag him out of that mindset by the collar.

Juno

Can't sit still in a chair

Juno believes in ghosts and insists on trying to summon one at every sleepover.

Juno desperately needs a hug but doesn't know it and refuses to ask for one.

Juno cannot drive. [horses are afraid of them]

Pet hamster named azalea

Hates messes, cleans and tidies and erin condrens everything compulsively [their scanners get confused if it’s too cluttered and they hate not seeing things right.]

Sings like daft punk. Loves karaoke.

Will stare directly at your face to scan your facial expression, can’t read tones of voice well.

Knows flower language.

Loves prime numbers.

Scared of animals  because they don’t have data on their body language.

Double jointed everywhere.

Thinks of themself as sort of a living shield whenever their friends are in danger, they can be repaired. [this is a bad thing that will cause them harm].

Photographic memory.

Can’t eat, but loves pasta as a concept.

Laura

Smart but very stupid

Afraid of doctors

Has a nightlight

Cats

is very willing to eat inedible things.

Loves useless trinkets from friends.

Loves their friends deeply.

Can do a handstand 

Chessmaster extraordinair

AUTISM. NOT EVEN A SMALL AMOUNT. IT IS IMPERATIVE PEOPLE KNOW SHES ATISTIC. Theyre all autistic bc im autistic but i mean she’s extra autistic. Its important to her character.

Yk those gomez and morticia duos? Shes in one.

Will beat the crap out of you if you hurt her friends.

Loathes the government

Could very well have become batman if her tragic event had happened just a few years earlier.

Cass

Great artist

Board games

Lollipop theft when five, still guilty

Forgets to eat sometimes

Cries to disney movie stories

Terrified of rabbits

Hates winter.

Will sometimes go out while its raining and lay down in the grass and stare at the sky until it stops.

Impeccable immune system.

Puts flowers in her afro when she goes out to gather them.

Makes really good tea. [recipe from her grandma]

Absolutely terrified to hurt anyone or anything by accident bc her powers scared her as a kid. She will throw 24 bandaids and a whole cabinet of tylenol at you if she even bumps into you [hyperbole, but she really hates hurting things]

Type of person who would raise baby squirrels

Loves hot cocoa.

Zeph

Incredible spice tolerance

Fear of heights

Ur mom jokes.

Sleepwalked as a kid

Sings while magicing

Pet squirrel names charles.

If someone they knew commited a crime, zeph would cover for them.

zeph chews their nails when nervous.

Disaster bisexual.

canNOT have hair touching his neck he’ll scream.

always has a knife on them.

Invents energy drinks.

no respect for rich people. not even one molecule of respect.

sass for days.

would teach you how to cheese games at an arcade

full of energy, but not often loud.

[bluesylveon2]

for the 500 follower special, idia + 75?

I love how all of my gamer knowledge reappeared as I was writing this lol.

Prompt: 75. I’m an insomniac who calls my best friend at 3am except I misdial on my landline and I tell you all about my nightmare before letting you talk and now I’m mortified but you don’t hang up (I changed it a bit)

Note: Modern au. Fainaru Fantajī XV is Final Fantasy 15 but in Japanese. I was gonna use FFXVI but idk how the story goes and I might just watch it on Youtube lol. I DO know the story for FFXV and I love it so much

Word Count: 959

Warnings: not beta read and possible OOC characters

500 Follower Event

Idia's day typically goes as follows: 1. Wake up, 2. Collect his dailies, 3. Stream in his room for hours (while snacking during it). 4. Use the bathroom. 5. Eat sweets, 6. Stream again. 7. Stream. What's sleep anyway?

Idia sighed after setting his headphones down. He just finished playing the latest Fainaru Fantajī XV game since its release. His body ached from the long sitting position, but it was all worth it for him. The story was good, and the gameplay was phenomenal! Idia needed to tell someone about it!

Usually, he would rant about it to Ortho. Still, his little brother was currently out of town because he was starring in a movie with the Vil Schoenheit. Idia was proud of his brother and wanted to keep his much-needed rest. 

Idia grabbed his phone and sorted through his list of friends.

Azul? No, he would only talk about board games. 

Riddle? No, they both had a mutual dislike for one another. 

Cater? HECK NO! NO NORMIES! (Idia made a mental note to delete his number later. How his contact information got on his phone was a mystery.)

Lilia? Idia's eyes widen. Yes! Lilia was perfect! They both share a love of games and often play co-op together. Surely he would be awake at, Idia glanced at the time, 3 am! Idia quickly typed his number, too excited to click on Lilia's number, and brought the phone to his ear. 

"Hello?" A clearly feminine voice replied, but Idia had already started his passionate ranting.

"Lilia! Did you get to play the newest Fainaru Fantajī XV game?"

"Who is-"

"I love the open world concept, and did you see the Regalia? That car screams luxury, and it has to be my dream car. I need to get one ASAP. That would show those lame normies I deal with, ugh."

"Lilia" laughed but continued trying to speak, "That's nice, but-"

"And the chemistry between the main characters! Luna was pretty, I guess? Lowkey women still scar me after the whole Eliza incident." Idia shivered at the memory of his "self-proclaimed" (and crazy) girlfriend (it was one-sided, and Idia didn't consider her his girlfriend anyway) in high school. Never again. "But the bond between Noctis and the other guys was top-notch! It made the gameplay even better!" Idia sighed and leaned back in his chair. "If only Noctis survived to the end, ya know? I guess the developers loved angst. The song choice at the end was the cherry on top. I actually shed a tear."

"Uhh, that's very interesting, but who is this?" "Lilia," asked, and Idia frowned. Now that he was partially done with his rant, he noticed the strange pitch in his friend's voice.

"Lilia, it's me, Idia. You know? The super cool guy who you spend playing League with. Are you sick? Your voice sounds off."

"I don't know a Lilia. My name is Yuu, and no, I am not sick. I am very healthy." Yuu's voice replied, and Idia froze. OH NO, NO, NO

"YOU'RE A GIRL?"

He could imagine the stranger frowning and thinking he was some creep. "Yes?"

"Eep!" Idia squealed and immediately pressed the big red "end call" button. He threw his phone at his bed, jumped face down on his bed, and groaned loudly. "Stupid, stupid, stupid! You just embarrassed yourself in front of a stranger! In front of a girl!" Idia was ready to bury himself in a hole.

Idia's phone rang just as he made the decision to do it. He groaned at the annoying ringtone, picked it up, and brought the phone to his ear without checking the caller ID. 

"Hello?"

A female voice laughed. "You hung up on me, Idia."

"Ah!" Idia screamed. He looked at his phone and raised his finger to hang up the call.

"Wait! Don't hang up!" Yuu exclaimed, causing Idia to freeze. He slowly brought his phone back to listen. The girl sighed after a minute passed. "Look, before you hang up again, I wanted to say that I love that game too."

Idia blinked, and his mouth opened in shock. "Y-you do?" he managed to say and wanted to facepalm.

Yuu laughed. "I'm not far into the game, though. I got distracted by fishing and playing with chocobos."

Idia felt himself relax, and he laughed with Yuu. "They are adorable. I liked racing them."

"Me too! Hey, Idia, can I ask you something?"

"Uhh, sure…What is it?"

Yuu sighed, and Idia could hear some shuffling on her end. She was probably adjusting herself to get comfortable. "Can you tell me more about the game? I need some help getting through it and would like some advice."

Idia felt a smirk grace his face. "Of course, you would need my help. I'll help you beat all the bosses with 0 deaths. You're good to talk for tonight?"

Yuu chuckled. "Yeah, I don't have anything planned. Oh great, Idia. Give me your wisdom." 

Idia ended up not sleeping that night but made a new friend instead. 

Bonus:

"I heard the Child of Man made a new friend." Malleus looked up from his Gao Gao Drakon-kun to speak to his father.

Lilia paused his game and turned to Malleus. "Oh? Did she say who?"

Malleus nodded. "It's actually your friend Idia. The one you often play games with." He said and gestured to the monitor that currently had Fainaru Fantajī XV. 

Lilia smiled, feeling happy for his friend. "What a coincidence. It is a small world, after all."

Malleus nodded and smiled, thinking about Yuu's happy rant that morning after staying up to talk to Idia before passing out from exhaustion. He was also delighted for her that she had met him. "Indeed it is."

Disclaimer: I do not own Twisted Wonderland and its characters. Those belong to Aniplex, Walt Disney Japan, and Yana Toboso.

©: This story belongs to bluesylveon2 2020-23. DO NOT modify, republish, or plagiarize my work.

[celestial-bell-drop]

hello ! can you tell me about all the trauma you gave gangle based on that one gooseworx concept art (I'm #1 fan of making gangle really fucked up lol) /nf

Oh you should not have asked, dear anon. I have fucked her up so bad she’s not even the same character anymore

These are all my mental illness headcannons

Infodump warning

Alright so after some character analysis, I concluded that Gangle has bipolar disorder (really intense mood swings to keep it simple)

The symptoms she shows during mania (comedy) are:

- Aggression

- Hyperactivity

- Never wanting to sleep (And when she does, she wakes up at like four AM)

- Recklessness

- Generally having no filter

- A constant sense of euphoria and just “IM GONNA FIGHT GOD AND I WILL WIN”

During a depression (tragedy), these are the symptoms:

- No energy/motivation

- A constant feeling of uselessness

- Self-deprication

- Wanting to do nothing but sleep

- Reserved

- literally can’t defend for herself at all

• Remember Thalasin? That one analog horror thing that Gooseworx made? Yeah that exists, and Gango uses them sometimes

• I like to think she hallucinates feelings. Physical feelings, though, like a hand on her shoulder or a random stinging pain that seeming came out of nowhere

• She can visually hallucinate, too, and lemme tell you, it’s nightmare fuel.

(A picture will be at the end of the Infodump because for some reason I can’t type after the picture after a cut so-)

• She can have a good hallucination. I made one, it’s a black cat with a bell collar named Dove. Gangle thinks it roams around the circus when she doesn’t see it, and to play along, other circus members will say they’ve spotted the cat to make sure the illusion doesn’t break because that cat is such a huge comfort to that stupid weeb it’s concerning

Anyways

• I was thinking of giving her DPD (Dependent personality disorder) but decided against it because I’ve tortured this poor soul enough

Less than fun facts:

- Comedy mask: pure happiness • Tragedy mask: real emotions (but still kinda sad)

- In my drawings, I give Gangle a short-ish tail that can portray her emotions. The problem is that the way it emotes is a mix between a cat and a dog, so if the tail is swaying, it could either mean she’s happy or pissed asf

- Also in my drawings, Gango has pupils. If you’ve watched Helluva Boss, you’ll know that Stolas’s pupils show when he feels a strong emotion. It’s basically the same thing with Gangle

I hope you enjoyed reading my insane ramblings about a character I’m very normal about

I also hope I helped fuck up your Gangle just a bit more :3

Oh yeah and here’s the picture of a hallucination I made for Gangle on a piece of math work:

(I actually worked it into an OC I’m using for artfight :3)

[alivehouse]

Hello! It's me (again) coming to thank you for the "Otherside picnic" recommendation (however indirect it was :)) because I've recently finished the currently existing translated chapters and now I'm waiting for updates.

I was also hoping you might give me a few manga recs? I already know you like "Blame!" (which I tried and it made me feel really stupid...) and "The Summer Hikaru died" (which I will look into).

I'm asking because you have very good taste, except it consists of places I wouldn't go in with a gun media I would never choose on my own and I'm curious and enjoying expanding my own horizons a little.

P.S. finished Mabel Podcast yesterday, will select something else from your old podcast recs answer in a week or two. :)

o damn ur doing better than me im still catching up on otherside picnic lol glad u liked it!

mushishi is extremely good and underrated imo. its like an anthology sort of series that follows this guy named ginko who goes from village to village helping people out with various supernatural problems basically.

if ur down for more yuri i read love bullet not too long ago and thought it was pretty cute i was surprised how much i liked it given the concept tbh. dead high school students help cupid out using guns instead of bows and arrows basically. sounds really stupid but pulls it off imo. sadly only a handful of chapters out atm though

honestly a lot of what ive been reading lately is either extremely mid yuri that i dont think id recommend to anyone really lol or like pretty mainstream stuff so im sure youve heard of the rest of these but anyway. dungeon meshi is pretty solid (& i do like the manga a bit better than the anime tbh). mob psycho 100 is an all time fav even though i know some people cant really get past the art style. i read uzumaki recently and really liked it (iirc it was one of many inspirations for i am in eskew and i can definitely see that) but i think i remember you saying you werent the biggest fan of horror(?) so maybe look into that one a bit, i didnt find it too bad since its pretty surreal but i can see it being upsetting, theres a lot of body horror and a handful of pretty violent deaths in it. also ghost in the shell and akira are on my to read list and ive heard good things about them

[headcanoncorp]

Rules and Blog Details

round 2 for getting back into this blog.

Anyways hello, this is Headcanon Corp, here for both Lobotomy Corporation headcanons and appreciation for any custom agents you may have lying around. I'm also hoping to apply some Limbus Company material in here now that I've actually gotten into it (uh, basically this means I'll do limbus company headcanons for abnos and humans now if requested). I'll also do Wonderlab stuff if anyone still thinks about it. (though no Library of Ruina, I just can't get into it gameplay-wise I'm sorry)

Anyways now onto the actual

Rules

I will not do romantic writing if it involves a minor (if you have to think about if it counts, don't send it in)

I will not touch on concepts only found in Library of Ruina currently as I have not played it and would just be very confused.

That's it for now, can't really think of anything else important to add. Other than that I get to Abnormalities faster than humans because Humans are weird and confusing (and can only be animal shaped when they're at their worst)

As for agent appreciation it's pretty simple, just send in your nugget via submission with a few details on them and why you like them so much and I'll share them here for us all to appreciate.

here's my own, he's my little icon guy up there and my favorite agent ever. His name's Hunter and I just fell in love with his silly stupid face, not a care in the world. His name's Hunter, he's got a lot of gifts and is my most beloved most strongest agent and I would kill for him

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You can and will also see my fanfiction for Limbus Company if you follow me, because I like yelling about it and there's too many ideas in my silly little head

[nevis-the-skeleton]

How do you think tfp Star scream would deal with being assigned to guard a human after a year of him being with the autobots? (I think this’d be an interesting concept). Side note: The human thinks he’s one of the coolest bots cuz he turns into a Fighter plane.

I already had an idea of ​​OC in this kind of scenario, although it was quite different, since Starscream is Neutral in my version. But, I think I will use this OC, because he's perfect for this situation X). Thank you for your request nesting-dreams ^^!

Sorry for the long wait, I had a moment of blues that demotivated me from everything ^^;...

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Fowler shouldn't have worked that day, but he knew his day off didn't have to be one. He quickly grabbed his car keys, then called for a soon ground bridge to return to Nevada.

"You are leaving already…?" a voice asked sadly.

The agent turned to his son, who pulled up his glasses hiding his green eyes behind the lenses, and pushed his red hairs out of his face. William approached him, and took him in his arms, before answering:

“I have an emergency at work, sorry.

- But you hardly ever stay… You promised you wouldn't work this time…

- Sorry…

- … You make excuses better than you make promises…

- Adler…

- No… I know… An emergency is an emergency… But, I thought it would be different this time…”

The little redhead lowered his head, before moving away from his father, and going upstairs. Fowler wanted to follow him, but he heard his phone ringing, and recognized General Bryce's number.

"Yes hello?

- Sorry, Fowler, I know it's your week off. But you know-

- These robots never rest, yeah…

- Your son isn't too sad?

- He ended up getting used to it…

- … Join them at the base, they've made quite a mess again. Pay attention to the road.

- I will be carefull."

Adler listened to all this from afar, and frowned. This time, he was going to spend time with his father! Whatever it takes! Secret mission or not! Either way, it was that or school. And frankly, the further he was from this hell the better he was…

~

Fowler drove down the road, to the meeting point given by Ratchet, so he could open a ground bridge for him. He soon saw the portal open, having called the Autobots to give them his coordinates.

Adler managed to get out of the trunk by one of the rear seats, and had to hide an exclamation of surprise when he saw the scenery suddenly change, becoming a road on an arid desert, far from any city!

The agent heard a noise from behind, and looked in his interior mirror, before braking suddenly. The little redhead gave a gasp of surprise, and fell off the seat, before sitting back down with difficulty. William turned to his son in the back, and exclaimed:

" What are you doing here?!

- I wanted to come with you! replied Adler.

- But you-

- How did we end up here?! What was that portal?!

- I'm the one asking the questions right now! What got into you?!

- … I just wanted to spend time with you…!

- I understand…! But you already know that my job is not the kind you can present at school! So when did you ever think it was a good idea to sneak into my car?!

- I knew it was a bad one, but you're never here with me! I waited a whole month, and all this for what?! So that you don't even stay home a day!

- I have an emergency at work!

- I know! I know your work is important! But we never have time to do anything together, we can barely talk to each other and you already have to leave…! It's as if I again found myself without parents…!

- …”

Fowler shook his head, continued on his way, and turned around, heading towards Jasper. Adler looked surprised, and asked:

"Where are we going?

- You're going to stay with a woman named June Darby, she'll keep you until I come back.

- I don't want to be with that June…! I want to be with you…!

- My job is too dangerous and above all top secret! It's a definite no!"

The bespectacled boy didn't reply, knowing perfectly well that his father was right… But, even if he knew that idea was stupid, he still wanted to try… He was just tired of being alone…

"Why don't you just invite some friends over to be with you? asked William.

- Because it's not the same thing… answered his son. And anyway I don't have any friends…”

That's when the agent heard the sound of a powerful reactor, and braked just in time to dodge blaster fire! He saw through his windshield a flying Vehicon, and swore:

"Shit! 

- What's going on?! Why is this plane attacking us?!"

Fowler pressing the accelerator, to dodge the attacks! He swerved violently, knocking him off the road, being chased off the trails by the Decepticon. He quickly sent a distress message to the Team Prime, hoping they would respond.

The Vehicon shot him in the tire, causing him to skid, and spin! The car rolled over, and crashed on the roof! He scrambled out, and took cover behind his vehicle, as the Decepticon flew overhead.

Adler went out in turn, but did not take cover, having absolutely no idea how to react to this kind of situation. The Vehicon quickly noticed the child, and flew straight towards him! The little redhead froze with fright when he saw this huge plane rushing at him!

“Adler!" William exclaimed in horror.

The two humans then saw a jet crash into the Decepticon, which returned to his robot mode on impact, under the increasingly shocked gaze of the little redhead. Fowler caught him, as the F-16 Fighting Falcon fired a missile at the Vehicon!

Adler watched the fight in wonder, as the evil robot-plane that had attacked them somehow dodged the jet's blasts! The Decepticon tried to retaliate, but the airman had no trouble dodging the fire, propelling himself into the sky before returning to the charge!

The F-16 in turn transformed into a robot, and kicked his enemy back, before shooting him right in the head! The little redhead had bright eyes, while a lot of emotions were swirling in him. He didn't even know how to react so much what he saw was surreal.

Starscream sighed slightly, and turned to Fowler, already ready to tease him. He didn't immediately notice Adler, who was behind his father. The Seeker didn't fail to notice the agent's worried expression, and said:

“Hey, it's good, the danger is over. No need to keep that face!

- We have a problem. replied Fowler.

- What? Are there other Vehicons?

- No… Worse…

- … Worse?"

William stood up, followed by his son, and the agent sighed before pointing to Adler. The jet froze in place, not knowing at all how to react… He waved his wings, and squeezed them behind his back, before stammering:

"Oh… scrap…"

~

"I can't believe you were stupid enough to transform in front of a human! Ratchet cried out angrily.

- You say that as if I had done it on purpose! Starscream said indignantly. I'm not Smokescreen.

- Hey! exclaimed the concerned in the distance.

- In any case, this kid knows about our existence now!

- It's in no way my fault! the Seeker got angry.

- Isn't that you who transformed yourself in front of him?! Hm?!"

The jet raised his wings angrily, before Fowler intervened:

"Ratchet, calm down, it's really not because of Starscream that we're in this situation. It's mine. I should have been more attentive to my son's actions."

Adler watched all of this from a distance, and eventually turned to the other children who were watching him curiously. Miko smiled, then exclaimed:

“So Fowler has a son?! I never would have believed!

- What's your name? Raf asked. How old are you? Where do you come from?

- Stop bombarding him with questions, you look like Miko. laughed Jack.

- I won't allow you! the Japanese girl was falsely indignant.

The little redhead watched all this in silence, then the oldest of the group turned to him and said:

"I'm Jack, and you?

- My name is Adler, and since you asked me I am 12 years old and I come from Detroit.

- Hi! I'm Miko!!

- And me, Raf.

- Nice to meet you. Adler smiled.

- Hey, can I ask you a question? asked the girl.

- Yes?

- How come you and Fowler are so physicaly different to each other? Did you take everything from your mother?"

Jack nudged Miko, indicating her lack of delicacy, and the Japanese girl gave a gasp of surprise, before rubbing her flan in pain.

"What the hell! Are you crazy?! replied the girl.

- This is not the kind of question we ask!

- I don't mind answering it. Adler smiled. The answer is simple, he's my adoptive father.

- Really?!

- Yes."

While the kids had a lively discussion, Bulkhead, Bumblebee, Smokescreen, and Arcee witnessed the confrontation between Ratchet, Starscream, and Fowler. They were all hoping that Optimus would come back soon… They really needed him…

~

When the leader of the Autobots returned from his rounds, he was greeted by not three but four human children. Fowler and Starscream quickly gave him an explanation, the Seeker blaming it all on the agent. The latter did not deny the accusations, even if he did not appreciate the way of doing of the jet.

"At the same time it wouldn't have happened, if you didn't need me every day! William exclaimed.

- What a stupid idea to have a Sparkling when you do such a job! replied the flyer angrily.

- That's- Ah! Nevermind!

- Come on, calm down. Optimus interjected. An argument is not going to fix anything.

- Nevertheless, we end up with another human being to protect… sighed Ratchet.

- …

- Bumblebee, Arcee, and Bulkhead can't be his caretaker, since they're all already caring for a child. The only option is Smokescreen.

- He's not really the only option."

The Prime turned to Starscream as he said this words, and the Seeker wasted no time in catching his gaze. He shook his head vigorously, before exclaiming:

"No! Never! There's no way I'm the guardian of this fleshy!

- I already said fleshy was insulting, Starscream. the agent called to order.

- Yes, well… That brat!

- His name is Adler!

- I have no reason to remember his name since I'm NOT going to take care of him!

- You know what?! You're right! I think it's a bad idea that someone like you is my son's guardian! He probably even has a better chance of surviving with Smokescreen than with you!

- And yet Smokescreen is a stupid brat. added Ratchet.

- I have the unpleasant feeling of being unnecessarily insulted." Smokescreen pointed out.

Optimus shook his head, and brought order, as the foursome were arguing. He finally turned to the little redhead, and took him with him, before putting him down in front of the Seeker and the race car. Prime smiled slightly, before declaring:

“I think it's up to Adler to choose."

The bespectacled boy smiled widely, looking very excited at the idea.

"But Optimus… Why am I an option?! exclaimed the jet, wings low and tight.

- You've been with us for a year now, Starscream. I think you're more than legitimate to be able to protect a human. You've proven it in a lot of situations with Miko, Raf and Jack.

- At the same time, I didn't really have a choice… They always go stupidly into danger…!

- And you always choose to help them.

- …

- I want to be his guardian! smiled Smokescreen. I will be more than capable of it!

- Should I remind you of the stupidity you did with Jack not long ago? Arcee snapped.

- …”

Adler looked between the two robots, and already knew exactly which one he wanted as guardian!

"I want the coolest one!" said the little redhead.

The rookie puffed out his chest proudly, but quickly became disillusioned when the bespectacled boy pointed to Starscream, to everyone's surprise. The Seeker flapped his wings, then leaned towards the child, before asking suspiciously:

"Why?

- Because you're the coolest!

- …?!

- How did you beat the bad robot earlier, that was so cool! And you're a jet! And that's really sooo awesome!

- You like jets?

- I love it! This is the best military vehicle! There is nothing cooler!

- …”

Starscream waved his wings in flattery, then smiled, before declaring:

“It's good you won, I agree to be your gardian.

- For real?!

- Yes!

- Yeeaah! Awesome!"

Fowler considered intervening, but Optimus gently put a hand in front of him, before shaking his head with a smile. Prime gave a reassuring look, then said:

"Everything will be fine, don't worry.

- … I hope so…

- I'm cool too…" Smokescreen sulked in his corner, while being consoled by Bumblebee, who was holding back his laughter.

Adler for his part kept asking Starscream thousands of questions, wanting to know absolutely everything. The Seeker agreed to answer it, provided that the little redhead gave him at least one compliment per question.