#noob alert!

[hexscode]

a father's love

[luphorics]

[mortal kombat] sub-zero (bi han) doodle after like weeks of not drawing

[starunky]

how do I use tumblr !!!!

[monochromevortex]

first post

uh

how to introduce myself on the internet

If you see this, hey. I'm Mono. I like staying up late (but not if I have to), anime (but not every one), and AI (but I don't want it to take over the world). I'll be here sometimes.

I don't think I can be the worst thing to ever happen to this website, but I can damn well try. Gotta be easier than being the best.

[mewhenimanangel]

need that, hamzahthefantastic

prev pt 3*

—synopsis. hamzah invites you over to be in their new video

—warnings!: freaky uti, dry humping, undressing

notes 🫧: the fight was so tuff, i’m a die hard noob

—🐞

you parked your car outside hamzah’s house, fixing your lip gloss and zipping up your sweater before going to knock on his door.

him and martin invited you to be in one of their sims videos since mandy was on vacation and they knew you played as well.

it’s been around two weeks since you and hamzah made out in his car. since then, you’d been texting a lot more and you hung out twice with mandy and martin. though, you haven’t done anything to continue what he started.

hamzah answered the door with a grin, “come on in boi, we haven’t started playing yet. martin’s still connecting the camera and the mic” he closed the door behind you.

you felt something brush against your leg, looking down to see his cat rubbing itself on your leg. “awwww he’s so cute” you reached down to see if he’d let you pick him up.

when he did you held him in your arms and rubbed behind its ear. “which one is this?” you asked hamzah. “this is blue. red’s probably upstairs somewhere clawing at something.” he said, reaching over your arm to pet blue.

“i had to put a child lock on my fridge cause they figured out how to open it bruh” he shook his head.

you giggled looking at him with a smile.

“oh hey y/n, didn’t know you were here already. i just finished setting up the camera” martin said. “heyy” you put blue down on the floor, following martin.

“you ready to get your sims on?” he asked. “try freaking born ready” you giggled, hamzah following behind you.

you sat off to the side on the couch in hamzah’s office while they started the video. “hello everynyan-” hamzah interrupted him “dude what” “it’s like a meme like have you ever seen it? it’s like oh my gahhh” martin awkwardly repeated the video, hamzah stifling a laugh. “anyways we’re back and better than frigging ever” martin started off.

“now it has been a while-“ “definitely been a while-“ “right, a while since our regularly scheduled programming” hamzah said. “i hope you guys enjoyed the fight, we worked super hard literally for like six months”

“and you may realize we’re not in our usual spot, wanna tell them why that is?” martin said. “yes we are, we’re in my house this time because mandy’s on vacation and martin, feeling like a sad little lonely boy wanted to come over and play with me”

“yes mandy is gone. she is in spain right now because she doesn’t love me anymore. you know what they say, ‘go to spain when your lover’s a pain’. that’s why she hasn’t proposed to me yet in the big year of twenty twenty-five” martin went on. “literally nobody says that”

“but speaking of mandy, today we’re playing the sims. something we haven’t done in a long time and we need a little bit of a refresher” “yes, the sims is a girl game and since we don’t have mandy, we brought back up” hamzah added.

“yes, we obviously cannot play this game ourselves so we brought in another expert” they looked at each other before counting down from 3 and snapping their fingers. you knew they were gonna put some silly transition effect over this.

hamzah got up to get another chair for you “you good?” he asked you, making sure you were comfortable. and you nod your head before sitting between them. “hellurr. yes i am mandy’s back up today. because obviously, they don’t know what they’re doing so im taking over.”

“dude what is it with girls and the sims. only girls know how to play the sims” martin and hamzah riffed while you logged into your sims account.

“now this is your first time on here y/n, how do you feel in the presence of such greatness” martin asked. “well im honored to be on but i don’t know about ‘greatness’” you joked.

after two hours of creating sims and making them kill, cheat, fornicate, and find love, they ended the video. “banger video alert” hamzah turned the computer off. “uhh yeah that was really good if i do say so myself.” you pat yourself on the back.

the three of you lounged around hamzah’s living room for another hour after that. “are you guys hungry?” hamzah asked “i was gonna order some food” “actually i still have some packing to do for my flight tomorrow” martin sighed while playing with red. “oh shit right, i forgot” hamzah shrugged.

“i’m gonna head out now bro i’ll see you next week” he dapped hamzah up before doing the same to you. hamzah followed him out before closing the door behind him.

“i could eat” you shrugged and hamzah smiled. he pulled his phone out and ordered chick-fil-a, adding in your order.

you sat criss crossed on his couch as blue jumped into your lap, snuggling up against you and purring. “his ass definitely likes you” hamzah chuckled.

“do you want one?” he asked, coming back from his bedroom with a little jar of edibles. “sure” you reached to grab one with your nails.

hamzah grabbed one too and you tapped them together in a ‘cheers’ motion before eating them.

you soured your face and gagged “okay these are nasty oh my god” you laughed. “yeah they taste like butt but they do the job. the food should be here in like twenty minutes” he said, joining you on the couch.

you helped him review the footage from the video before he sent it to their editor. by now the edible was beginning to kick in and you were growing hungrier by the minute. his door bell rung and he got up to answer the door.

he came back holding the bags of food up with a smile on his face and plopped down onto the couch, this time much closer to you, legs and arms touching.

“fuck i’m starving. is that shit kicking in for you yet?” he asked, handing you your sandwich and fries. “oh it is” you grinned.

“have you ever had the mac and cheese?” he asked you. “no i usually go for the fries” “okay here you gotta try it.” he took some on his fork and put it in front of your mouth, paying close attention to the way your lips wrapped around the fork. “right?” he nod his head at your reaction.

“wait here, you’ve got some cheese on your mouth” he said, brushing your lip off with a napkin. “oh..oops” you giggled through your slowed words.

the two of you tore through your food, turning on family guy in the background. “that was so fucking good” you looked at him, eyes low and red.

“right…..i’m stuffed.” you slowly sipped on your milkshake. “do you ever think about what they do with the cut out pieces of fries?” you asked, just chatting. “i always wonder but they probably just throw them away.” he added.

you leaned back into the couch, cross legged, knee resting atop of hamzah’s as he put his arm on the back of the chair behind you.

he slowly rubbed your bare shoulder that peeked from under your hoodie that was falling off. you leaned your head back, resting it on his arm before looking at him.

“so, are we just never gonna talk about it again?” you addressed the elephant in the room. “hm?” he looked at you. “the kiss, are we just gonna act like it didn’t happen?”

“no of course not, i just wasn’t sure if i had made you uncomfortable so i didn’t wanna push anything again” he shrugged. “hamzah i kissed you back for a reason. i wanted it” you reassured. “and i still do” you said, looking away for a second.

he grabbed your chin, turning your face back to his before kissing you. you leaned into the kiss, rubbing your nails at the back of his neck.

the room filled with your mutual satisfied sounds, hamzah pushing his hand up under your sweater. he laid you down against the couch arm, keeping himself steady atop of you.

he slowly pulled the zip down, taking off your sweater off, you willed yourself to follow his lead, wrapping your arms around him. he broke the kiss, “you good, right?” he asked. “yeah, keep going. i want you, hamzah” you reassured. he kissed you again before lining kisses down your jawline and throat. he sucked down on your skin “wait don’t leave any hickeys” you said through a moan.

“too late” he let out a breathy laugh, making you giggle. hamzah let out a soft noise at the feeling of your nails rubbing through his hair. he slowly eased his up under your tank top, reaching up he grabbed a handful of bra. “here, hang on” you sat up, taking off your shirt and throwing it by your sweater. you fiddled with your bra clasp and eased the straps off your shoulders, letting your boobs rest.

hamzah stared at them, mouth agape. “that was a push up bra by the way, so don’t be too disappointed” you joked. “how would i be disappointed. you’re fucking hot” he pulled you atop of him and kissed you, hands firm on your ass.

he kissed down the middle of your chest before his mouth latched on. you sighed in satisfaction when he rolled his tongue.

you subconsciously grinded your hips on his, feeling him grow. “fuck” you winced. you stayed in that position for a while, dry humping each other as he kissed and sucked all over your upper body. you felt yourself getting needier by the minute. “hamzah-“ you started before being interrupted by a knocking on the door. “dude let me in, i forgot my wallet” it was martin.

you looked at hamzah before getting up. he kissed you “go to my bedroom, i’ll be there in a second” he told you and you smirked before leaving the room.

hamzah let him in “ugh thank you, i was worried you fell asleep” martin said, spotting his wallet on the side table.

hamzah looked over his shoulder realizing your shirt and bra were still thrown around on the couch. “imagine i went all the way to spain and forgot this just sitting here” martin chuckled before turning around, hamzah missing the chance to let him not to.

“oou you got chick-fil-a? anything left?” he looked inside a bag before he came face to face with your bra. he turned around, jaw dropped “dude!” he gasped and hamzah grinned.

lvryn

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lvryn alright who pressed fast forward on my weekend 😂

mandys_iphone cute

user HELLO? is this a soft launch?????

ynlover omg this and how touchy they were in the sims video last month, they’re definitely dating ?)!(!;$:

— 🐞 the end

[brain4stew]

Sooo, I don’t write much for forsaken x reader, but a silly idea here from me, to other writers (possibly).

A reader that’s either sleepy 24/7 or could sleep 24/7, like a fucking hibernating bear.

• (In my case, it’d be both, so let me write for that rq.), (Only idea related, I guess??)

• If you’re a survivor, then damn, either you’re lucky to be the last one remaining, and the killer leaving you alone to win, due to you either sleeping, or being too sleepy to even stand. Or you could be unlucky as hell, and end up dead first, spotted first or attacked first.

• Other survivors worry about you dying first, or dying in general in rounds. (Especially Elliot, that guy gets some sort of heart attack.)

• Either you’re with a survivor you spawn together with, or you’re just, going to a corner of the map and just, either sitting there and wait the timer out, or you’re sleeping in the said corner.

• God forbid the killer is C00lkidd… He’ll probably go for you first, to “Get your energy back!” As he says it.

• On another note, if it is Mafioso, he’ll just scare and chase you in the dreamscapes… So you’ll basically have a nightmare of that.

• Thankfully, Jason, 1x1x1x1, John Doe, Azure, Noli and the other killers leave you be. (Maybe not 1x4 but… It’s possible they’ll leave you be.)

• If you’re a killer, then you’ll just be an event killer. You’ll spawn with another killer, and you’ll be able to either stand where you spawned, or sleep where you spawned. You’ll also be invincible for around 40 seconds within the start of the round. It could come back, but only if the killer companion of yours is close by you for 5 seconds.

• (It gives your fellow killer companion 20 more stamina, and gives survivors drowsiness 1 for the duration of the rounds you’re in it. Drowsiness means that the survivors visions will be outlined with a bit of black “smoke”, obscuring their visions. Not only that, but occasionally they will “blink” and yawn, which will be a problem for the survivors. If the survivor tends to yawn loudly, then your killer companion will be notified of the survivor.)

• Now, Mafioso paired with you, might be a very hard challenge for the survivors. For if you’re sleeping, or just staying by the killer spawn and probably fall asleep standing, Mafioso can actually get to where you are rather quickly. Thanks to the dreamscapes. (There’s a cooldown ofc, of 60 seconds.)

• Each survivor and killer have different opinions on you, whether you’re a killer or a survivor yourself. It varies on how it is to be around you, how you act and all of that.

• I have a feeling that the survivors do NOT trust you to be asleep, or even remotely close to Two Time, due to their past, and all that. The survivors might have a debate on whether they’ll allow 007n7 to be close to you or not however, due to his past actions.

• The killers all agree that 1x4, Mafioso and C00lkidd should NOT be near you. If you’re sleeping or not. Mainly because, 1x4 literally hates anyone and everything? Mafioso… Due to the dreamscapes and all of that… C00lkidd is pretty self explanatory. Hyper little kid.

• Jason, Azure and I think Guest 666 will be able to be around you, even if you’re asleep or just sleepy in general. Mainly because they won’t be too loud around you, and because they don’t do much, unless they’re in a round. (Jason legit can’t talk.)

• Out of every survivor, I’d assume that Taph, Dusekkar, Elliot, Guest 1337, Builderman and Noob will be the safest around you. Mainly Guest 1337 though, as he’s got quite high senses due to his past, and because he had to be on high alert for any enemies from war.

• Dusekkar would probably just put a noise canceling shield on you, so you’d be able to sleep without too much noise. Taph is naturally quiet, they only speak with emoji’s, so it’d probably be sign language. They’d also hold back on testing their subspace trip mine when you’re nearby.

• Noob would just be grateful that you even trust them enough to be sleepy, or even sleep near them. They feel like they have a “objective” to help you sleep. Elliot is also just glad you trust him enough to be sleepy or sleep around him, it also eases down his own stress levels.

• Builderman would make sure that you’re REALLY protected when you’re sleeping. He’d even build a sleeping dispenser nearby for you, quietly of course, just so you’ll get some ambience and fairly “fresh” air.

[idkdudethisisntpermanent]

Over the Limit

jenna ortega x female reader

part i | part ii | part iii | part iv | part v | part vi

summary: In a town divided between two rival street racing crews, you’re caught between your cousin’s crew, the Sinners and Jenna, a mysterious girl from the Vipers who’s more than just a pretty face. Both of you need something from each other, but as the stakes rise, you’re left wondering: what makes your heart race more— the thrill of the competition or the girl who’s impossible to ignore?

word count: 6.7k

A very special thank you to @ortegalvr for giving me the very much needed nudge to start moving my work to Tumblr. And to @cobaltperun for being so patient and thoroughly answering all my questions, essentially giving me (a Tumblr noob) a dummies guide to Tumblr. Appreciate you both!

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Why is it that some of the best feel goods in life can just as easily kill you if you indulge in it too much?

Alcohol, drugs, illegal driving... love?

Fortunately for you, you only indulge in only one of those.

There's just something so satisfying about watching your car pick up speed; watching the little arm on the speed gauge reach it's full potential.  If cars are able to reach those speeds then they should, it's a fact of the matter.  And when you're surrounded by cars all your life and the only reason you have a livelihood is because of those three thousand pounds of steel, you're bound to make some fun out of it.

You push down on the accelerator with more pressure, reaching speeds of almost 180 km/hour when you see the flashing blue and red lights in the rear view mirror.

The feds.

"Took them longer than usual." you thought out loud.

Now there could be two reasons they're after you. The obvious, speeding.  But then there's also the fact that you stole the beauty you're driving from the town's richest neighbourhood, Summer Valley.

Of course stealing it is not enough for you, so you made some tweaks here and there in the garage so this ride could be even more illegal than it already is, and now you're selling it to an off the grid buyer.

Escaping the police wasn't something new, it's become routinely. You'd be more concerned if the cops weren't on your tail during a delivery.

You make a sharp turn right into a short alleyway marking the start of this high speed chase.

Being the exceptional mechanic that you are, your work on this car has given it a larger than usual turn radius which allowed the turn to be much smoother, giving you a good head start.

"Why are these fuckers in the middle of road!" You yelled panickily, upon seeing the herd of people in front of you.

You don't know when people decided to ditch the sidewalks and walk in the middle of the road, but clearly, you missed the memo.  You were forced to sound the horn a few times, and luckily the pedestrians were responsive and didn't cause you to lose your lead on the cop, but it may have alerted them—if you were lucky enough to lose them in the first place.

Once you finally got out of the alleyway, your phone started ringing, stealing your focus from the dark road in front of you to glance down at your phone for a millisecond.

Anton. Your cousin.

Anton Y/l/n. Your older cousin of three years. He was an impulsive firecracker that has the tendency to rope you into his shenanigans, not deliberately of course.  Despite his flaws he'd do anything for family. You like to joke around and call him Dom Toretto, and those jokes have only gotten worse after he buzzed his head after an unfortunate grease spillage accident that was entirely his and your fault.

That five letter name is the most anxiety inducing noun known to man in your books and everytime you answer the older guy's call, you feel as if your gambling your mental health.  He could either be calling to tell you about a huge car gig that he scored for you both or that he owes a million dollar debt.

You legit never know.

You groan and answer the call, putting it on speaker and tossing the phone to the passenger seat.

"What now?" you yell over the sounds of acceleration and police sirens.

"Come to Chester and Dan's lane." He says straight to the point, not questioning the noises he hears on your end of the phone. "After your delivery of course." At this point he's used to his little cousin getting chased down by the cops too.

"What's happening at Chester and Dan?" You ask looking at the side view mirror, squinting at the piercing blue and red flashes.

"Sinners are doing a couple rounds before the big race tomorrow. Join us, it'll be fun."

You sigh at your cousin's billionth attempt to get you acquainted with the Sinners. He's been trying ever since he first started as a general member of the club to now, the leader of the street race club.

"We'll see, I'm kind of in the middle of something," you shout over the sound of the tires screeching from a sharp turn you just made.

"Ugh! I'm not gullible like the other fucks in your life. Don't 'we'll see' me thinking it'll keep me satisfied and off your back for a while."

"I'm busy."

"Just step on the gas you pussy, going past two hundred won't kill you."

With a roll of your eyes, you think that you've entertained Anton's wishes enough and hung up the phone with the determination to lose the cops and deliver the 1969 Ford Mustang you're driving in one piece.

Twenty minutes later, a handful full of sharp turns later and momentarily stopping to let a group of duckling cross the street, you were finally at your destination.

"Car looks good to me," the off the grid buyer who introduced himself as John said with an approving nod after surveying the vintage black vehicle for quite some time.

You let out a breath.  You've made your fair share of deliveries over the years, and just like Anton's calls, you never know the type of customer you're gonna get.

Some customers complain about the price of parts, or a scratch on the car that doesn't exist or they go back on their word and attempt to haggle the price to something ridiculous.

"Nice work kid," John says handing you the promised amount you both settled on a couple weeks prior.  You didn't have to count the stash of cash to know that all of it was there.

"Finally," you sigh, smiling at the wad of cash in your hands and running your thumb along the bills, walking towards the direction of home.

Suddenly a car pulls up. "Give me the cash or give me your life. Your choice." Before you can register the words, you're met with the barrel of a pistol pointed at you through an unrolled passenger side window.

You knew you weren't a fighter nor were you confrontational. Even though you grew up in the tougher parts of the town, your brain is what got you out of your predicaments. If you were a fighter you wouldn't be spending your life stealing, fixing and selling cars.

Laughter interrupted you from handing over the cash.  Confused, you focus on the face holding the glock, and all previous thoughts disappeared and was now replaced with relief and anger.

"What the fuck Anton!" you angrily say, hopping into the passenger seat of the car next to your laughing cousin.

You knew better than to question the fact that your cousin had a gun. When you're the leader of a street race club, you need protection. Especially when all the other club owners own a gun, and fights always break out.

"You should've seen your face," he slips out in his fit of laughter, beginning to drive off as his cousin settles in his car.

"I thought you were street smart, you know better than to walk around this time flaunting your cash."

"I can handle myself, but yeah I should've been more careful. I was just a little excited finally getting paid," You admit, recalling the rut you've recently been in and the struggles you and your mother have recently been facing to make ends meet.

Anton acknowledges the response, "You know you could always ask me for help?

"My mom wouldn't take it."

Anton let's out a loud sigh, "No offense dude, but I don't get your mom's deal.  She acts as if I'm the reason our dads are dead."

You wince at the mention of your dead fathers.  Sometimes you wonder how Anton could talk about this stuff so easily.  "You just resemble Uncle so much, and to be fair you are following the same path as him."

Anton's father and yours, who were brothers, founded the Sinner's Race Club.  Anton's dad had always been your father's right-hand man in races, often riding in the passenger seat.  During a high-stakes race meant to settle a territory dispute, the brakes on your father's car failed, and both men were pronounced dead at the scene.

Since then, your mom understandably kept you away from cars, Anton, and anything related to the race club. She forbade you from getting a driver's license and doesn't even know you have one. Hiding it wasn't difficult, though, given that your family has more pressing expenses than a car.

"Alright, we're here," Your cousin announces, snapping you out of your thoughts. "I still think you should show up tomorrow. Sleep on it."

You step out of the car, once Anton puts the money you made from your sale in a spare backpack he had. So your mom wouldn't ask questions.

"How was your shift?" your mom asks from the couch as you walk through the door.

"Fine, just sore from lifting all those boxes," you lie smoothly.

"Hmm, get to bed early tonight."

As you head toward your room, her voice calls out again. "Oh, and Y/n," she says, making you turn back. "That better not have been Anton dropping you off."

You stay silent and head to bed, unsure of what tomorrow will bring.

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"How the hell does your mom not catch on? She really thinks some warehouse gig's got you pullin' in forty grand at a time?"

You wipe the sweat of your brow, while you grab a car wrench. "She doesn't know I make that much, I help pay the rent and get food on our table. The rest I save."

"Smart. So, what's the big plan? Get outta Brimstone? Buy yourself a mansion in Summer Valley?" Mason sneers condescendingly.

This morning, you woke up to a text from Anton that convinced you to at least help prep the cars for tonight's big race, even if you don't plan on showing up. Now, you find yourself at the Brimstone Sinner's garage, the garage where you do your car modifications which sits at the edge of Sinner territory.

The place is buzzing with other club members scattered around, working on various cars. You, Anton, and—unfortunately—Mason, a friend of Anton's, who somehow wormed his way into the conversation, are huddled by the main cars, making sure they're in prime condition for the race.

"Ay! Stop distracting my best mechanic!" Anton shouts over the hood of the car to Mason.

Before you knew it you were rolling under the car via the creeper to work on the underside of the car. As you were finishing up you suddenly heard the garage go dead silent, but you didn't know why since your view was limited.

You hear Anton break the silence, "You got some fucking nerve walking into my garage asshat."

As you were lying on your back you could see about one foot from the ground up. You couldn't see who it was, but you could tell where they were from. The grey Dior dunks paired with the most unfashionable pants ever told you everything you needed to know.

Someone from Summer Valley is here.

Then came the laugh. That short, arrogant chuckle, the kind that practically exhaled wealth. Privilege. The very thing you despised.

"Just wanted to see you pussies before you lose all your dignity—oh and your garage. I'm already imagining what I'm gonna do with the place," the voice laughs again.

The conversation around you fades as your mind fixates on a single phrase. Lose the garage? Your hand curls into a tight fist, knuckles turning white. Did your dumbass cousin actually gamble the garage for tonight's race?

You try to focus your hearing, trying to see if anyone else is upset by the fact. But it's silent, they're unfazed, indifferent to the fact that Anton—the club's supposed leader—might have just wagered the club's most valuable asset. Property. You let out a sharp exhale. This is exactly what you couldn't stand about racers. They're all thrill-seeking junkies who only care about going fast. Does no one else here realize the gravity of losing this garage?

Anton snaps you back to reality. "Percy you ain't riding tonight if you're dead. Now get the fuck out before you catch a bullet."

Percy.

Leader of the Summer Valley Vipers. Just another privileged trust fund brat, bored one summer, who saw that the kids on the wrong side of the tracks had a race club and wanted in. So formed his own club. For the Vipers, racing was a hobby. For anyone from Brimstone? It was survival.

Once the obnoxious figure in those ridiculous pants left the garage, you rolled out from under the car, wiping grease from your hands. A quick glance around told you that everyone had already returned to their tasks, like the tense exchange with the Viper hadn't even happened.

Jaw clenched, you stomped over to Anton and gave him a firm nudge—just hard enough to make your frustration clear. "What the hell, Ant?"

Anton, mid-conversation with Madison—one of the club's members—turned to face you, exhaling a cloud of smoke. His brow furrowed in confusion. "What?"

"What? Seriously?" you snap. "What was Pissy going on about, losing the garage?"

He let out a long, drawn-out sigh before flicking the ash off his cigarette. "Relax, Y/n. It's just to raise the stakes, nothing serious."

"Nothing serious?" you say, mirroring his words once again. "This is my fucking livelihood, I can't live without this garage Ant? Where else am I going to fix cars?!"

Anton calmy takes one last drag, puts out his cigarette, and gestures for you to follow him outside of the garage, away from the rest of the club members.

Once you were outside Anton wasted no time in getting to the point.

"I'm only gonna say this once, Y/n. Don't ever talk to me like that in front of my people again. I run this crew."

His gaze softened slightly as he added, "I know we're family, but out here, I gotta be their leader. You get me?"

You nod understanding the politics of running a club like this. It wasn't simple and it wasn't like Anton was being rude to you.

"Now kid, listen to me very closely." Anton starts, his eyes narrowing, words firm.

You hated when he called you "kid," and Anton damn well knew it.  He was only three years older, but you decided to bite your tongue this time, sensing he had something important to say.

"You don't take risks," he said, his voice steady.

You opened your mouth to cut him off, but he quickly held up a hand, his words rushing out before you could get a word in. "—hold on, let me finish! I know you think stealing cars, making illegal mods, and dodging the feds is risky—and yeah, it is... for most people. But not for you. You're too good at it. It's not a risk when you know you're always gonna pull it off. You're in your comfort zone. You don't even flinch anymore."

You crossed your arms, shaking your head. "I don't need the gamble, Ant. Why would I put myself in a position to lose something—everything?"

"But why wouldn't you?" Anton fires back passionately.

For a moment neither of you say anything.

"That's the problem, Y/n," he said finally, his voice low. "You don't take real risks anymore because you're afraid to lose. But sometimes... you gotta lose something to really win. You know what I'm saying?"

You frowned, not fully understanding. "What's that even supposed to mean? I'm not trying to play some high-stakes game just for the thrill of it."

"That's not what I'm talking about, kid. I'm saying there's more to life than just getting by. You can't just keep doing the same shit because it's easy and familiar.  You gotta challenge yourself, push yourself outta that comfort zone. That's where the real reward is."

You shifted uncomfortably, not liking where the conversation was headed. "So what, you want me to throw myself into danger for no reason? What are you really getting at, Ant?"

His gaze stayed steady, not backing down. "I'm talking about the garage. Everything we've built. If you keep playing it safe, we'll stay small. But if we take some risks?  We could grow this into something huge, we could run the city, Y/n."

His words hung in the air, heavy. You hesitated, feeling the pressure. "And what's the catch?"

A slow smirk crept onto his face as he leaned in. "The catch is, we go all in, or we lose it all."

Your head shook slightly, confused and uneasy. Anton sounded insane right now, with all this talk of taking over the city. "I don't know," you muttered, your voice wavering.

"I'm not saying you have to. Maybe this," he said, gesturing around the garage and the cars. "...isn't your thing, and that's fine. But you've got to find what is. What's your purpose, your drive Y/n/n? What makes your heart race? What's worth risking everything for?"

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"Just get home safe, and grab me a pack of cigarettes on your way," your mom says, her tone casual.  You exhale, relieved she let you leave without too many questions.

After your talk with Anton, and spending hours tuning up cars for the race, you head home, but your mind lingers on what your cousin said earlier.  His words hit deeper than you care to admit—he was right.  You've been stuck in your comfort zone for far too long, and you can't even remember the last time you did something that pushed your boundaries.

So, here you are, lying to your mom about getting called in for a late night shift when in reality, you're on your way to the race between the Sinners and Vipers.

Anton was practically beaming when you told him you were finally coming to the race.  He couldn't wait to give you a ride to the track.

"Took me, what—six years?  Finally got you to show up," Anton shakes his head, laughing as you slide into the passenger seat.

You ignore his teasing, cutting straight to the point.  "You nervous?"

"Nah, fuck no. Pussy's a trash driver—he's got nothing on me."

Your eyes widen.  "Wait, this is a title race?"

You didn't realize the leaders of both clubs were squaring off tonight.  A title race meant more than bragging rights—both sides were gambling big, this race could mean life or death for both clubs.

You were about to ask what else Anton had on the line besides the garage, but the car suddenly surged forward, the burst of speed nearly throwing you out of your seat.

"What the hell! Slow down!" you shout, gripping the armrest tightly.

"Relax, I'm not even hitting two hundred yet—"

The older driver begins to roll his windows up, a sign that he wants to go even faster. The world outside blurred as the engine roared, drowning out the sound of your pulse hammering in your ears.

"Anton. Stop." Your voice is steady, firmer than ever leaving no room for argument.

The driver sighs, gradually slowing the car down to legal road limits.  "You need to get over it eventually Y/n."

Those were the last words said for the remainder of the ride, you didn't want to argue with your cousin before he has one of the biggest races of his life. He knew why you were antsy with the going beyond a certain speed limit. He knew. Of course, he knew. The crash. The speed. The helplessness you felt back then. You gritted your teeth, willing yourself not to dwell on it, not to bring it up again.

You finally pull into the track, and your eyes widen in awe. It's like you were stepping onto the movie set of Fast and Furious. The area is packed with custom cars, their paint jobs gleaming under the glow of neon lights and street lamps, unique to fit the personality of each driver. Engines roar and rev, filling the air with a pulse that matches the energy of the crowd. People are everywhere—leaning against cars, laughing, shouting over the music blasting from speakers.

The race course itself stretches down a wide, abandoned road, littered with warehouses and graffiti-covered walls. Smoke drifts in the air from burning rubber, and the smell of gasoline is thick. You can feel the intensity of the competition buzzing in the air. This wasn't just a race—it was a spectacle, alive with adrenaline and danger.

Anton slowly turns into beneath a large abandoned overpass that you've often heard was a hotspot for racers and ragers. You pan your eyes across the windshield and immediately spot the rival race crews: a sea of black jackets to the right and a wall of red to the left, each group eyeing each other with the tension only moments from snapping.

You were so caught up in the moment you didn't even notice Anton turn the volume up as he played I Don't Fuck with You by Big Sean while rolling past the Viper's crew. Typical Anton—always stirring the pot. The Vipers glared but didn't act, clearly aware of who you were. You both look at each other and laugh as you join the rest of your crew a bit further into the underpass.

As your cousin parks the car he grabs something from the back seat and tosses it onto your lap—a black leather jacket.

You stared at it for a moment.  The design was unmistakable. A large, detailed skull with flames rising behind it, symbolizing both danger and speed. The club's name, Sinners, arched above the skull in bold gothic, tattoo-style font. The club your father founded. The legacy you never wanted.

Your chest tightened as you ran your fingers over the smooth leather. Putting it on would be more than just an outfit choice—it would be an open declaration of association. Your mom would kill you if she ever found out.

Sensing your hesitation, Anton laughed. "Relax, I can see the steam coming out of your head from here. You don't have to wear it, alright? Just throw it over your shoulder or something. People need to know who you're with, that's all."

With that, you both stepped out of the car, and the cheers erupted. They were loud, wild, and unmistakably for Anton—he was their leader. But as the energy surged through the crowd, you couldn't help but wonder if a few of those cheers were meant for you. After all, it was your first time showing up to a race.

As you slipped into the crowd, a few familiar faces greeted you with nods and casual grins, clearly surprised to see you here.  You exchanged small talk with some of the members, their conversations a mix of race gossip, bets, and tales of past victories. The atmosphere was charged with excitement, but as the minutes ticked by, you felt the need to break away, the noise and energy overwhelming you.

Stepping out from the cluster of people, you wandered toward the edge of the underpass, taking in the scene.  The place was massive—graffiti-streaked pillars towering above, just like the one you were leaning against.

You took this moment to observe the Vipers. You've always had the displeasure of seeing the odd one or two while you were out doing your runs, but this is the first time you've seen the entire crew together. Your eyes land on a certain member. Percy. The only one that had a leader patch on the right sleeve of his jacket, an absurd attempt to assert dominance. You laugh at how lame this guy is. Anton exudes leader, he didn't need a patch on his sleeve reminding everyone he is one.

As you continue making your observations about the Vipers, from the corner of your eye, you noticed movement—someone else seeking the same kind of quiet as you. You glanced over, and there she was, leaning against the opposite side of the same pillar as you. The roar of engines and the blaring music made it easy to miss each other until now.

She was alone, her red jacket slung casually over her arm, a cigarette between her fingers. The contrast of her dark hair against the dim lighting made her stand out even more, and for a moment, she hadn't noticed you.

You tried not to stare, but there was something magnetic about her presence—like the calm before a storm. She flicked her eyes in your direction and froze, her gaze locking onto yours as if she wasn't expecting company either.

She glanced up at the black jacket draped over your shoulder, then at her own red one, casually slung over her arm. With a raised eyebrow and a playful smirk, she broke the silence.

"Guess neither of us is feeling the uniform tonight, huh?" she said, flicking ash from her cigarette, her voice low and surprisingly soft.

Of course her voice had to be the sexiest thing you've ever heard. You remained silent, not because you wanted to, but you didn't know how to respond. This is the first time you've ever spoken to a Viper—a hot Viper at that. You didn't know how to interact with a pretty girl, let alone someone who should be your sworn rival.

"Didn't think anyone else would find this spot," she sighs, not sure if she was saying it to you or outloud to herself.

You pushed off the pillar slightly, offering a small shrug. "Needed a breather."

She smirked, exhaling smoke slowly. "Yeah? Thought you Sinners thrived on chaos."

You glanced at the jacket hanging over your shoulder, then back at her. "Guess I'm not like the others." You weren't going to explain to a stranger that you technically aren't a Sinner but you also are.

She raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Clearly." There was a pause, then she gave you a once-over, the faintest hint of a smile tugging at her lips. "So, what's a Sinner doing hiding out here, away from the action?"

You crossed your arms, feeling the pull of the conversation. "Could ask you the same thing. Vipers don't usually stray from their pack."

She let out a soft laugh, the sound almost lost in the night air. "Maybe I needed a break from all the posturing. You know how it is."

Posturing. What an interesting way to put it you thought to yourself. She wasn't wrong,  but it was an oddly honest thing to bring up barely thirty seconds into the conversation. As intrigued as you are, you're also cautious.

You glanced her over in return, taking in her outfit—black combat boots, short black shorts, and a plain white tee, almost identical to the one you were wearing. It was shocking to see a girl from Summer Valley dressed so simply. But the simplicity suited her. She didn't need to be extravagant to stand out, if it wasn't for the jacket on her arm, you would've totally mistaken her for a flag girl, the ones who countdown the race. You've always heard that they're the most beautiful girls on the track, but clearly it wasn't the case tonight.

Your eyes met again, and something unspoken hung in the air between you. Two people from rival crews, both stepping away from the world that defined them.

She held your gaze. You didn't know what it was behind those intense brown eyes. Hatred, curiosity, attraction, a cry for help? You couldn't tell, but you also didn't want to define it. Defining it may mean having to look away. And you didn't want that.  Maybe she didn't either, you doubt she would force herself to stay here with you if she didn't want to.

The universe however, had other plans. The voice of one of the flag girls crackled through the megaphone, cutting through the tension. "The big day is finally here!" The rest of her corny speech faded into the background as your focus remained on the girl in front of you.  She tore her eyes from yours, sighed, and glanced back at her club.

"I have to go.  See you around, Greaser."

"Greaser?" you echoed, raising a brow.

She smirked, giving you a slow, deliberate once-over before turning away.

As much as you wanted to watch her walk away, curiosity tugged at you, pulling your gaze down.  You glanced at yourself and chuckled softly—faded blue jeans, white tee, and a black leather jacket.  Yeah, you did kind of look like a greaser tonight.

But then you saw it.  A grease stain on your shirt.  You chuckled softly. So that's why.

You decided it was time to head back to your group. You return a bit more upbeat than when you'd left. As you approached, you noticed Anton climbing into the car you'd been working on earlier with the crew gathered around, wishing him luck before the race. That's when he spotted you at the edge of the crowd and waved you over. The group parted, and soon you were standing face to face with Anton.

"You look happy. Having fun?" he shouted over the roar of his engine and Percy's nearby.

"It's been pretty cool," you replied with a shrug, nodding along—though it wasn't the race itself you were enjoying, but who it had brought here.

Anton hummed in approval before dapping you up and pulling you into a quick hug. "I'll see you in a bit," he grinned, hyping up his team one last time before sliding into the driver's seat, Mason settling into the passenger side.

As Anton shut his door, your eyes drifted to the car next to his. You watched Percy with his crew, their energy almost a mirror of your own. But then you saw something that left you utterly confused.

The mystery girl. She was on her tiptoes, arms wrapped around Percy's neck in a hug that felt way too intimate for your liking.

Is she his girl?  Disgusting. More thoughts crept in, but you quickly shut it down. She was a Viper, and you'd only talked to her for ten minutes. You didn't get to feel some type of way about it. She was just...intriguing. Nothing more.

You shook your head, trying to dispel the thoughts. Focus on the race, focus on Anton. You told yourself.

You take a step back and settle in a spot between Madison and Hunter as the flag girls strutted to the front of the starting line, their boots clicking against the asphalt. One girl raised a checkered flag high, her red lips curled into a seductive smile as she glanced at both drivers. The other girl held the megaphone to her lips.

"Racers, are you ready?!" Her voice echoed across the lot, the engines revving in response.

"Three!"

"Two!"

"One!" Time seemed to slow. The crowd held its breath, and for a split second all that existed was the hum of engines, the gleam of metal, and the flashing lights.

Then, with a flick of her wrist, the flag girl swung the checkered flag down, and the cars exploded off the line.

Anton's car launched forward, while Percy's stayed right on his tail, neck and neck. The crowd erupted into cheers, the sheer speed of the cars leaving only a blur of metal behind them as they tore down the street.

With the cars gone you had nothing left to distract you from your thoughts. What were you genuinely doing here, you ask yourself.

Your eyes wandered back to the spot where you had last seen her. That girl—the one who had slipped into your mind with just a few words and a lingering look. Now, with Percy racing down the track, she stood with another Viper. This one was taller, with short hair, and they were both laughing, completely at ease with each other.

You laugh in disbelief shaking your head. This didn't seem like posturing to you, she seemed like she had fit right in. But again you catch yourself thinking, why were you even upset? She never said she hated her crew, she never said anything that implied she was like you, and now you wonder if you interpreted your interaction with her to something you wanted it to be rather than what it actually was.

The thought crept in, unwelcome. Maybe you were projecting your own loneliness, your desire to feel seen, onto someone who didn't even feel the same way. Someone who was just passing time in a moment. She was a Viper, fully a part of this world, while you were just an outsider passing through.

You turned to Madison and Hunter. "I'm gonna grab a drink. You guys want anything?"

They shook their heads, and you made your way to one of the cars stocked with drinks in the trunk. You opted for a soda rather than a beer.

You leaned against the car, slowly sipping your soda and trying to clear your head. The night had taken a strange turn—what started as excitement was now muddy with emotions you weren't sure how to handle. The hum of conversation and the occasional laughter from nearby crews were the only sounds cutting through the noise in your mind.

Then, suddenly, the atmosphere shifted.

It was subtle at first, a ripple of unease passing through the crowd. You heard hushed whispers and saw people glancing toward the far end of the lot. Then, like a wave crashing down, the sound of sirens pierced the night.

"Cops!" someone yelled, and the panic spread like wildfire.

People scrambled in every direction, grabbing their things and sprinting for their cars. Engines roared to life, and tires screeched as racers and spectators alike tried to escape before the police descended on the scene.

You tossed your soda to the ground, adrenaline surging through you as you looked around for Madison and Hunter, but they were already sprinting towards the opposite direction with the rest of the crew. You turned to follow, but something made you stop.

She wasn't moving.

In the chaos, you spotted her standing in the middle of the lot, frozen, her eyes wide but not making any attempt to run.  She wasn't panicked—she looked more...indifferent, like the flashing red and blue lights didn't mean anything to her.

Without thinking, you darted towards her. Your heart pounded in your chest as you weaved through the fleeing crowd, the sound of sirens growing louder by the second. When you reached her, you didn't hesitate—you grabbed her arm and pulled her.

"Come on!" you shouted over the noise, but she barely reacted, her feet stumbling as you dragged her away from the open lot.

You didn't stop until you reached the mouth of a narrow alleyway between two buildings. You pulled her into the shadows, pressing your back against the wall as you caught your breath. She was in front of you, calm in a way that made no sense considering the chaos unfolding behind you.

She gazed at you, a hint of amusement in her eyes as she was catching her breath. "You didn't have to do that, you know."

You shot her a look, exasperated. "You're welcome."

The distant sound of police radios crackled through the air as you both stood in silence, waiting for the madness to pass.

"You really should be more careful," you said, trying to break the silence. "It's not safe out there, especially with the cops around."

She shrugged, a faint smile playing on her lips. "I guess I'm just used to it. But I appreciate the concern."

You couldn't help but feel a mix of admiration and curiosity. "So, what do you usually do in moments like this? Just... stand around?"

Her laughter was light, almost melodic. "Well, not exactly. Usually, I'd just blend in and keep my head down. But you've thrown a bit of a wrench in that plan."

"Is that a bad thing?" you asked, intrigued.

"Not necessarily," she replied, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "But it's definitely unexpected."

You took a step closer, feeling the distance between you narrow. "And here I thought I was just being a good Samaritan."

"Good Samaritan, huh?" She raised an eyebrow, playful yet cautious. "Seems like you might be getting in over your head, then."

"Maybe I like the thrill," you shot back, trying to keep the mood light. But beneath the banter, you both knew the stakes were higher than either of you wanted to admit.

"Well, be careful what you wish for," she said softly, her expression shifting momentarily to something more serious. "Not everything is as exciting as it seems."

You paused, trying to decipher her words. There was a depth to her that hinted at more than she was letting on. But before you could ask, she turned her gaze back to the alley,

Your phone suddenly dinged, breaking the tension. You glanced at it and saw a message from Mason.

"Seems like the cops cut the race short. Your crew lives to see another day."

You chuckled, but she didn't respond, just watching you with her doe eyes. You thought about what it would be like to give in.

But just then, the light caught her wrist, glinting off the expensive bracelet she wore.  The sight of it sent a jolt through you—a stark reminder that she was from Summer Valley, a Viper, and probably a handful you couldn't handle.

The realization hit hard, and you felt a rush of uncertainty. She was part of a world you didn't want to dive into, no matter how intriguing she might be.

You decide to walk off, out of the alley.

"Hey! Where are you going?" she called out, jogging to catch up.

"Home. The cops seem to be gone," you replied, keeping your tone light, words short.

The brown-eyed girl looked confused, she thought you were building a connection. Now you were suddenly dismissive, leaving without a word, and you could see her trying to process it.

"...Wait, um..." she stammered, hesitating as if searching for the right words.

You turned back, sensing the moment hanging between you.  You had a feeling you knew what she was going to say, and a knot formed in your stomach.

You took a step back, breaking the spell. "I really should go," you said, your voice firm, not giving her a chance to speak. You turned away, leaving her standing there, a mixture of confusion and disappointment on her face.

With that, you turned and walked deeper into the night. You could feel her watching you, but you kept moving, the weight of your decision heavy in your chest. But telling her your name would mean chaos.

As you navigated the alley, Anton's words echoed in your mind. "Maybe this isn't your thing, and that's fine. But you've got to find what is. What's your purpose, your drive? What makes your heart race? What's worth risking everything for?"

You were sure it wasn't her. As much as you felt a connection, you couldn't get further involved with the race world. She was just a pretty girl you met, and seemed to have some semblance of intellectuality. You know how this ends and its not pretty. You had responsibilities waiting at home—your mom counting on you, the weight of family expectations pressing down like a heavy fog.  You had to figure things out on your own, even if it meant leaving her behind.

You can't just be the calculated person that you are and then immediately start taking risks because your cousin told you to. This was your nature. Careful.

Still, a part of you wondered if the real risk was not in chasing the girl but in denying yourself the chance to discover what could truly make your heart race.

next chapter

[phantomwithbreakfast]

HAPPY HALLOWEEN!

First post ever. Oh, my. I’m such a noob at this. So bare with me, please!

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Halloween was supposed to be Danny’s night off—a chance to enjoy the frights and fun without worrying about ghosts or ghost hunters. He, Sam, and Tucker were strolling through the rainy streets, drenched but laughing, making their way to a Halloween party. Danny had even gone for a classic look, throwing an old bed sheet over himself. Underneath, he was still Phantom, his ghostly glow hidden, figuring no one would notice on Halloween. Right?

As they got closer to the party, droplets dripping down his soaked sheet, Danny couldn’t help but feel a bit smug. Maybe I’ll get through tonight without a single ghost hunt, he thought, smiling to himself.

But just as he let his guard down, he caught sight of two familiar figures in the distance—his parents, Jack and Maddie, sprinting toward him with their ghost-hunting gear gleaming through the mist. Their ecto-scanners must have picked up his signature. Heart pounding, he backpedaled, slipping and stumbling until he found himself cornered in a nearby alley, the rain pouring down harder, plastering his sheet to his body.

“Uh… can’t I just, like, take a night off?” Danny stammered, pulling the sheet tighter around him, hoping they wouldn’t recognize the glow. “By the way, nice costumes!”

“Costumes?” Maddie smirked, aiming her ecto-blaster, raindrops streaking down her goggles. “Nice try, Phantom, but we’re not here to trick-or-treat.”

Danny shot a desperate look at Sam and Tucker, silently begging for an escape plan. Spoiler alert: they didn’t have one. His parents were closing him inn he hit the back wall of the alley, rain dripping down his face, and in his panic, the sheet slipped from his shoulders, leaving him exposed as Phantom. Great. Just great.

“Well, well, look who’s cornered,” Jack grinned, his blaster humming as he powered it up. “We’ve been saving this tech just for you, Phantom!”

Danny forced a nervous smile, raising his hands in surrender. “Uh, I was just here for the candy, really…”

His dad fired before he could finish, and Danny found himself tangled in an ecto-net, rain-soaked and sputtering as his powers faded. “A net? Really? You can’t do better than that?” he muttered before realizing sarcasm probably wasn’t helping.

“Oh, we’ve got more than that,” Maddie replied, tightening the net with a gleam in her eye. “Tonight, we’re making sure you’re not going anywhere.”

Danny cast a helpless look at Sam and Tucker, rain dripping from his hair. “Uh… a little help?”

Sam shrugged, giving him a teasing smile. “You did say you wanted an exciting Halloween.”

Danny sighed, muttering under his breath, “Should’ve just gone as a ninja…”

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I wanted to draw something for Halloween. And DP is the perfect match for it, for me though. First I didn’t want to draw Dannyyy angry… But all of a sudden his brows were furrowed. So I had to came up with a little story behind the art lol.

Poor Danny is being captured again.

Art made in ProCreate.

DP copyright/rights, belongs to Nickelodeon 🥶

Still pissed they ended the show 17 years ago, but hey. Who am I? Lol.

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PS: stay tuned to see more in the future.

You can also follow my IG: phantomwithbreakfast

I also have an account on FanFiction.net under the same name. So if you want to read something when you’re bored… (posted there my first story—not finished yet)

Also, almost everything is gunna be DP related.

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I don’t know how Tumblr works, even when I had it like… years now—I never used it. But I needed new Social Platforms for specific reasons.

And also, I was a bit anxious about posting my stuff online, but here we are—I finally shared it.

[forsaken-x-you]

Noob x guest reader? Like reader is a guest :3

Yes!!!

Noob x guest! reader 💛🥤

All the generators were fixed, with the time ticking down quickly. Yet screams ring out within the spectre, alerting everyone of John Doe's new victim. The number of survivors dwindles at an uncomfortable rate.

He's on the prowl, hunting for the final two survivors, refusing to let them get away. Gritting his teeth, he's struggling to find them.

He's too caught up in his irritated hunt to notice the muffled giggles from behind a nearby bush, stomping right past it.

Only at five seconds left, did the remaining survivors jump out of the bush to taunt the killer. It was far too late for John Doe to do anything.

It was Noob and their Guest friend! How annoying!

Now past the point of anger, John Doe attempts to lunge at the pair, only being stopped by the timer. His furious growls drowned out by the playful laughter of the two surviving friends.

Oh, you and Noob are the best of friends, nothing can separate you two!

Since you're a guest, you can't talk, but that's no problem for Noob! They can understand you perfectly well through hand gestures and facial expressions!

They're always sharing their snacks with you, both during and outside of rounds. Sometimes, you both have your own picnics during rounds in a secluded area!

^ some survivors find it cute, others find it annoying.

"What the- Noob, Y/N?! Seriously!?" Guest 1337 groaned loudly. He had found you and Noob on the outskirts of the map, having your own private feast behind a bush.

"This is no time for eating!" He gripped the back of your necks and pulled you both up. Noob giggled while you smiled sheepishly.

"We have three generators left, we are not going to win if you two are too busy eating crap." Guest 1337 explains, smacking the cola out of your hand. He storms off, grumbling about the incompetence of you both.

Your carefree smile dwindled into a small frown, upset about losing your drink. Then, you feel a tap on your shoulder. Looking over at Noob, they produce another cola can!

"Let's do atleast one generator and then we can get back to our food!" Noob says, taking your hand. Your smile rekindles, brighter than before.

[platinumrosetail]

Hey, back at it with another request for Genshin Impact. No crossover this time.

So this time I want to request a Furina!Reader x Neuvillette?

Furina!Reader is someone who reincarnated from our world the moment Furina was 'born' and tries desperately to keep to the plot. Basically, she has a breakdown due to stress and meets a recently reborn and very much still feral and dragony Neuvillette several years too early and well... canon goes into the trash can.

Examples being: Yandere husband Neuvillette, Furina!Reader adopting the Melusines and preventing Carole's death, Furina!Reader fostering Wriothesly because why not, oh and Neuvillette kidnaps Furina!Reader the first time he meets her and well... you can guess what happened. :)

Sorry I tried to be shorter, but I hope this works.

This is wonderful! Very interesting and love the new ideas you added into it! 😁🤩

Warning: noob author, female reader, yandere character, canon divergence a little, and others.

Character: neuvillette.

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You were panicking, that’s honestly all you could do considering the predicament you somehow found yourself in currently.

Said predicament was that you had somehow reincarnated into Genshin…. As furina…. And not even before one of the traveler arrives, nope! It just had to be even before furina even met neuvilette.

If your hair wasn’t already white then you would have grey hair by now from the stress you gained from reincarnating into furina….

So, you just sucked it up for now and did your best to try and go with canon with a few mild changes. But what you didn’t know was all your hard work would be thrown out the window by a certain someone soon.

You had went out to one of the beaches Fontaine had and to be alone and gather your thoughts but ended up letting out all of your frustration, stress, and worries by crying

You were unaware that you would meet someone that you loved before you reincarnated but he would be quite different to how you previously knew him.

Neuvilette or as how he actually is called in the past leviathan felt a familiar power on the bank of the beach which he calls home, he goes and investigates out of curiosity and to make sure it isn’t a threat.

He wasn’t expecting to see the hydro archon here, especially crying; her tears going into the water of the ocean which was what alerted him of her presence.

When you looked up to try and dry your tears you weren’t expecting a familiar looking man in front of you….. naked.

You squeaked, covered your eyes and looked away as if that would help as it was burned into your mind of what you saw. Your actions confused leviathan as he doesn’t know why you did it, so as to find out why he came closer making you panic as you hear water shift from him walking closer.

He leaned down to your kneeling form and took your hands away from your face. You try to focus on his face as you know it would be dangerous if you looked a bit more down, mostly to keep yourself safe as you didn’t want to pass out flustered in front of your anime crush.

Leviathan looks at the expression that you have as you looked at him; trying to keep eye contact with him though would sometimes shift for half a second.

He had a sudden thought that you needed to be his even if you were the one to have gotten his power from his past life, he still wants to have you as his…. Mate. Yes, mate sounds right, he thinks as he continues to look at you with narrowed eyes before picking you up.

You didn’t know if you were going to get killed by neuvillette or what, after all you did have his power from his previous life and he might be mad especially since this was way too early to meet him than canon so he might react differently to how he originally acted when he and furina first met so you were taken aback when he picked you up out of nowhere and started heading back into the ocean.

You had been too stunned to realize that you were being taken to his home by him; and breathing under water but you chalk that up to being the hydro archon, that you didn’t think to try and stop him, that is if you could considering he might change his mind and kill you if he isn’t planning to do that at his home.

And with that you had became his mate and wife, but to be honest you weren’t complaining as you had always dreamed of this and read fanfics about him so you guess it’s alright to indulge a little bit.

It wasn’t until a couple of weeks past that you put your foot down and told him that you were needed at Fontaine and you needed to go now. He tried to argue about it but you weren’t budging which made him reluctantly give up after you gave a compromise that thankfully he agreed upon.

You finally arrived back to Fontaine, after getting leviathan some clothes. Apparently his name was leviathan and furina gave him a nickname so as to not cause fear to fontaines people, you don’t know why that wasn’t said in the game but for now you have bigger things to worry about.

You gave leviathan the name he had in the game so the people of Fontaine won’t be as wary as they could be if you decided to keep his original name as he was known in a bad light before you brought him, thankfully only known in his dragon form so he can be in his human form for now.

Like what with the drama that started after you shared with your subjects that you were now married and was expecting a child now. After you finally settled everything about the married and having a child drama you can finally relax…..

You spoke too soon…. Right after you started relaxing you came across the melusines near their birth father’s corpse, so you did what you could only think to do, adopt them as your daughters, you hope that even though you adopted them that things would still work out, of course you made sure that Fontaine won’t have anyone bully your daughters as it would be jail time or death if they picked on your daughters for not being human like in appearance which thankfully saved Carole from what happened to her in canon.

Afterwards your son was born and then you could relax a bit, your darling husband took care of everything after that so that you could rest with luciel; the name your son was given to by both you and leviathan/neuvillette.

It’s been a year or so after your son was born and it was going great!…. Until one day your son vanished. Neither you nor neuvillette knew where luciel was and was growing worried as the day goes by. Everyone in Fontaine was in high alert until one of your daughter found him and another child together.

You recognized this child as wriosthley, and it seemed this was before he was adopted by those evil people that shouldn’t be called parents. So you adopted him and at first he was a bit skeptical as you figured he experienced many horrors that would make him feel that way and you made sure to take your time making him feel comfortable, thankfully he warmed up to all of you after you had him try tea for the first time in his life.

After some of the events from the game happened you were relaxing while playing with a cat when a disguised arlecchino attacked you. You were so distracted that you forgot this scene.

Your screams of fright was alerted to your son who wasn’t far as he had also wanted to relax as well as protect you but he was doing something that was meant to be for a second which was the golden opportunity for arlecchino to strike.

Luciel immediately sprung into action; dropping what he was holding which was a cake for you to help you relax by having something you loved to eat.

Luciel stood in front of you, protecting you from the disguised arlecchino. He didn’t have to fight her as she ran away so as to return and think more of what she should do after discovering that the gnosis wasn’t with you.

The gnosis was in your husband’s hands as you felt it was wrong to have it since it was his power in the first place. Thankfully you had a plan to take care of the prophecy.

(A/n: hope yall like it! I had fun doing this! Anyway I don’t think I have anything else to say this time so hope yall have a wonderful day/evening/night!!!)

[pizza-party-support]

"My haaaaair...!" -> He fake whines and decides to plop himself on top of the survivalist, hugging onto them and rubbing his head against theirs like he was a cat or something. "I know... But you're more fun to be around than sleeping is. Also I don't... I-I don't really let myself act like this! Soo...."

-> The support rubbed at his eyes as he made his way towards the stairs, feeling tired and drained for some reason. - @pizza-party-support

"Elliot?"

Their voice cut through the silence of the room suddenly. When did they get downstairs, and when did they sneak up behind him?

[robloxmythoids]

ALCOHOLISM LIST!!!! hcs about the survivors from forsaken's drinking habits

noob - alcoholic. not in like the "sad guy drinking at a bar" way but they'd go to parties & get shit faced drunk there all the fucking time pre-forsaken. guest666 was the one to drag them home all the time

elliot - i dont think he drinks BUT he became a mild smoker very close to being pre-forsakened. he ended up picking it up while on a late night gas station trip & drabbled a bit during work, but he wasnt too big on it

two time - didn't drink much, if at all. the spawn cult revolves around this idea of purity & cleanliness in order to be the perfect vessel for the spawn, the only people who drank in the cult were either lower ranked cultists who did it without permission, or the highest ranking ones who were "too pure to be poisoned by wine" . azure and tt drank exactly once together and it made two time horribly paranoid

007n7 - not an alcoholic actually, has a history with it though. he used to go out for drinks with noli & just generally drank a lot as a coping mechanism with low self-esteem. over the years he weaned himself off of it & also judt Didn't have the money to support buying beer all the time once he got c00lkidd

builderman - alcoholic

shedletsky - doesn't drink on his own but goes out for drinks w friends! he loved drinking competitions and would win like.... half of the time maybe

guest 1337 - alcoholic

dusekkar - fucking nerd alert here. he doesnt drink

taph - plausible deniability of being an alcoholic but i can see them chugging a beer and passing out on their couch until the next day after like. the worst shift of their life.

(THE INBOX IS OPEN! please send some headcanons in!!)

[odditycircus-2002]

A/N: I enjoyed writing that latest request with Hanzo Hasashi Scorpion and Quan-chi's daughter reader insert. I wanted to expand upon their relationship within the events of Mortal Kombat 11, but unfortunately, I ran out of space in the last post here. So have this one instead!

Widow

When Grandmaster Hasashi was alerted by the revival of the Cyber Lin-Kuei due to the Time Disruption, he rushed to join the Lin Kuei's Grandmaster in destroying the Cyber LIn-Kuei production before they could attack the revived Shirai Ryu. Before departing, you gave Hanzo a passionate kiss and wished him the best of luck, opting to stay behind to fortify the Compound's defenses. Hanzo promises you that he will return alive.

To your relief, your husband returned to you in one piece, bruises aside, of course. Hanzo tightly embraced you, as he usually does whenever he can return to his home, grateful that you and your clan were there to greet him.

While treating Hanzo for his minor wounds and preparing some tea, your husband caught you up on everything that happened. Including Sub-Zero's former disciple, Frost, becoming cyberized; Noob Saibot's revival; freeing Cyrax from his enslavement program; Sektor's defeat; the destruction of Sektor's factory.

Hanzo noticed your look of apprehension at hearing his old enemies' revival. He gently asked, in a low voice, if you were anxious about the possibility of Quan-chi's revival. You nodded in answer.

"I do not regret taking part in the Necromancer's death... He's taken so much from you, your clan, your family. Quan-chi was never family, nor did he treat me as such... So wh-what if-if he returns and takes our home?" By then, Y/N's eyes stung from tears that threatened to spill. Hanzo frowns at your distress, although your blatant love for the Shirai Ryu touches him deeply. Your husband then gently cups your face so you focus on him completely. "Then we'll kill him again. We did it once and succeeded because of the clan and you. Whatever may happen, know that I and the clan will stand by you. Your enemies are now our enemies." Hanzo's heart began to melt when he saw traces of your radiant smile. You then wrap your arms around the Grandmaster's neck, with the latter followed by kissing your forehead.

When you heard the sound of thunder within the Fire Gardens, you joined your husband in welcoming Raiden and his ally's refuge within the gardens. All too soon after The Thunder God shared news about the Elder gods, including Kronika being Shinnok's mother and the state of Outworld forces, Hanzo had to depart once again. This time, seek Kharon in the Sea of Blood so the Ferryman may hopefully tell them the location of Kronika's Keep. And again, you both exchanged your goodbyes, and your husband promised to return to you. If only you knew what happened next, you would've savored the taste of your husband's lips and warmth more.

Instead, Sub-Zero returns with news that Hanzo has found Kharon's location. When you approach The Lin Kuei's Grandmaster, he assures you that your husband is still alive before you could even ask. While this helped somewhat assuage your anxieties, something in you told you this wouldn't be the case for long. Meanwhile, to keep yourself from going stir-crazy, you keep yourself busy by switching between acting as the best hostess to Raiden and his allies, fortifying the Shirai Ryu's defenses, or playing your shamisen. Granted, you played the instrument so hard that you snapped the strings and nearly took your eye out.

You were walking beside Lui Kang and Sub-Zero, confirming that the Shirai Ryu were ready for battle, when Hanzo reappeared. Although the Hanzo that appeared before you wasn't your husband, but Scorpion. You grabbed your Shamisen from your back, ready to fight if needed.

When Scorpion told you that Hanzo was dead, you immediately denied that your husband couldn't be gone.

"So I have taken Quan-chi's daughter as a bride..."

Scorpion whispers under his breath in disbelief. Meanwhile, Y/N's ears rang in her ear as the news of Hanzo's demise started to sink in. Y/N didn't feel Sub-Zero gently pushing you back behind him nor his sympathetic look. The former demoness held her face in her hands, but no tears spilled; instead, the heartbreak within her gave way to the fiery rage that blazed within.

You commanded Sub-Zero to stand aside, pushing him back with you, now, long claws with hellfire in your eyes, as you began to transform right before Scorpion into your more demonic form, bony armor, and everything. Yet, because of your blind rage, Scorpion defeated you, with Sub-Zero following soon after.

"Know that I am truly sorry for your loss."

When you regained consciousness, you found Raiden attacking Scorpion with Shinnok's amulet. Without any thought, you played your instrument to push back Raiden, who easily overpowered you and broke your instrument in half. When Raiden raised his amulet to electrocute Scorpion again, you used your body to take the Thunder God's lightning to the back. Hearing your screams of agony urged Lui Kang to finally step in between you and the furious Raiden.

Thankfully, the Shaolin monk gets through to Raiden, who finally puts down Shinnok's amulet. The Thunder God then goes to you and the Scorpion to heal the both of you. Raiden profusely apologizes as he helps you up off the ground.

The vengeful specter looks at you in surprise, questioning why you didn't just let Raiden finish him off. You took a deep breath before answering that you love your Hanzo and accepted him even with his past, which included Scorpion. This takes the wraith aback at your confession, leaving him without a doubt that you loved his future self.

Scorpion then told you the message that his future self wanted to tell you.

"I'm sorry that I couldn't return."

As you hang your head and will yourself not to cry, Scorpion vows that he will honor his future self's vows to you, for you are Shirai Ryu. You thanked Scorpion for his kind words before leaving to go cry in a corner and allowing yourself to briefly grieve.

Your grief, however, did not prevent you from fighting beside Scorpion and Sub-Zero to protect Kharon as his fleets ferried the armies they carried. You used your abilities to disable the Cybernized Lin Kuei, short-circuiting their systems and tossing them into the sea of blood. You also let yourself go a bit nuts at one point by tearing one Cyborg's spine out and using it as a makeshift whip to decapitate another cyborg.

You and Scorpion continued to stick close to each other when all of you finally arrived at Kronika's shores, all while leading the Shirai Ryu through the endless demon hordes. With your abilities, you ripped through waves of demons, sending shockwaves with your instrument that cut through the enemies' flesh. You used magic to fight and your demonic form to rip and tear through even more demons, decapitating five at a time with a flick of your tail alone. Scorpion even used your back's dorsal spines as a diving board to dive into a group of demons, swinging his flaming kunai as he became a fiery twister.

Yet you, Scorpion, and all of your allies save for Lui Kang, fall prey to Kronika's power as she reverses time, thus undoing all your progress. All isn't lost, though, if Lui Kang succeeds in killing Kronika and restarting history. In Lui Kang's new era, while you may not end up with Hanzo Hasashi, he will ensure you will have little ties to Quan-chi.

However, if you manage to gain control of the Hourglass, it will be up to you to decide how to rewrite history.

When you first gain the Hourglass, you immediately think about reviving your Hanzo, but then your mind turns to Scorpion. A tragic figure made by wicked God and his Arch Sorcerer because, in their twisted logic, Death is the legacy of Life. Thanks to your late husband, you knew that was not true. Although you love him dearly, when you restart time, you ensure that Hanzo never loses his family and clan to Quan-chi. Now, his clan has joined forces with the Lin Kuei, led by Grandmaster Kuai Liang, to defend Earthrealm. Meanwhile, you became the Netherrealm's Ruler, having overthrown Quan-chi and Shinnok, where you keep watch over the Netherealm's denizens and the damned. Every so often, you would return to Earthrealm to take part in their festivities in celebration of life and the life of those who have long since passed. In your New Era, you sought to teach the realms the gift of life, the good and bad.

[chil-aglia]

BAD THINGS HAPPEN BINGO CARD

Childhood Trauma

Flashbacks

Panic Attack

Shock Collar

Three/Luca & Leo (During Donnie Gifts What if Scenario)

Three witnesses Leo’s collar shocking him. Flasbacks clouds his mind mistaking Leo with himself as he tries to take it off of him. Leo protests confused, but in struggle collar gets slightly damage causing to shock them both (a little stronger than usual). Leo wakes up with bandages around neck. Brothers explain to him what happened. He was knocked unconcious with slight burn marks than thankfully won’t leave a scar while Three teleported himself. Leo recalls before losing consiousness Three’s guilty/terrified look before teleporting and worries for bio twin. Meanwhile Three is having a panic attack looking at his burn hands as memories from childhood are mixing with memory unconconcious Leo. He breaks down in tears.

I don’t know how you are planning the official version, but what do you think of this ‘what if scenario’?

This will be marked off as ‘Childhood Trauma’ as I feel like that’s the main focus!

Shock collar, panic attack and flashbacks are still open for those who wanna make a request!

Hope you enjoy this! And sorry for any grammar errors made!

@badthingshappenbingo

Link to the fic on Ao3: Bad Kid - Chilaglia - Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (Cartoon 2018) [Archive of Our Own]

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Bad Kid

(Not canon to the main story as some things may change in the canon story when I upload Three’s fic. This is just a ‘What if’ scenario I guess)

Quick note: Three/Luca will be known as Three in this fic because he isn’t given his own name yet by his family. And this is during a time where he is undercover and is still working for Draxum!

Bingo slot: Childhood trauma

Fandom: Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles + my OC’s

Warnings; ANGST GALORE, mention of vomiting, implied child abuse/child abuse, panic attack, slight burn marks, etc

Summary: Three relapses into some childhood trauma memories that he didn’t want resurfaced. But after seeing Leo, his twin brother, getting shocked by Donnie’s invention, Three can’t help but panic.

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Tsk, how ridiculous. They can’t even gather a bunch of silverfish mutants?

Three leans against a pole, face deadpanned and unimpressed as he watches the brothers make a fool of themselves.

He clicks his tongue. These are the mutants that Master Draxum wanted on his side? They were clumsy, foolish and to be very blunt, downright stupid.

Three didn’t like the idea of sharing the spotlight under Draxum’s rule. Why would he even need them if Three was enough as it is? He was perfect. Unlike these noobs.

“Three? You okay bro?” Mikey spoke up, waving a hand in front of his brother cautiously, the latter blinking as he realised he spaced out in his own thoughts.

He huffs, slapping Mikey’s hand away from his face, ignoring the unsettled look he was given from the young box turtle as he instead focused his attention on the others.

Donatello, the purple masked mutant, had swooped in and scared off the silverfish. At least he wasn’t totally useless, but Three still didn’t like him. And he knew Donatello returned the sentiment with him as well.

”Whew! Nice hustle, Donnie. I knew we could deal with this as a team.” Raph announces, hands on hips proudly but Donnie just rolls his eyes at him, looking away. “Actually, it was just me—but segue; I think I have a little something to kick our skills into high gear.” Donnie grins, pressing buttons on his wrist gauntlet.

Three raised an invisible brow at him. What could he possibly have that was supposed to be so great that their ‘skills’ would immediately be helped?

Three slightly jumped when the ground below rumbled briefly. Eyes narrowed on alert as he watched a huge drill come up through the concrete and presented itself to the turtles.

This of course caused the inexperienced team to praise and awed in amazement at the sight of the drill, but Donnie shut down their hopes before pressing on another button on his gauntlet.

The drill opens up as three inventions lined up on their own individual platforms, spotlights directed at them. Name place holders of the brothers with their own individual item was also seen.

Three couldn’t help but walk over and inspect the items in suspicion. One by one the turtles grabbed their gifts and placed them on where they were meant to go.

Donnie looks to Three, him being the only one who didn’t have a gift. “Uh, I made them before we met you, so I didn’t have time to make you anything.” Donnie explains, face blank and voice clearly indicating he didn’t care if Three would be upset or not.

With a scoff and crossing his arms over his plastron, Three returned the expression back at the inventor.

“I wouldn’t even need assistance from your lousy toys.”

“T-Toys?!”

Before Donatello could even begin to express his annoyance towards the other mutant turtle, Three had walked past him and let out a bored yawn.

He stops a short distance away from Leo, the slider blinking at his newly found twin brother in awkwardness. Three ignored Leo’s nervousness as he instead eyed the bulky collar around his nape.

A small chill down Three’s spine had the mutant shudder for a second. He shook away any thoughts that dared try creeping into his head, instead he averted his gaze towards a strange sound from the alley, as did the others.

The group followed the distant screeched and loud cluttering from afar. Three swiftly ahead of them before coming to an abrupt halt and crouching down behind some trash bins, he felt the presence of the brothers beside him, as they too all watched in anticipation.

A large pig mutant is seen capturing a few silverfish from earlier.

“You know what, that guy looks like the Meat Sweats.” Raph had teased, earning chuckles from his younger brothers, excluding Three who silently rolled his eyes as he waited for Meat Sweats—the mutant that was named by Raphael, vanished down into the tunnel systems when he opened a manhole.

Curious and a duty to recruit potential mutants for Draxum’s team, Three went ahead and followed, ignoring the hisses and comments from the others to have him stop and stick together.

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“Ow! Donnie, why is this collar shocking me?!” Leo shouts, twitching when he lets out his famous one liners, only to get zapped.

The boys had begun discovering what their gifts can do, Raph’s helmet was apparently talking to him, Mikey’s jumpsuit inflated every time he tried to bounce around, and Leo….

“This thing doesn’t like my awesome one-liners? But a good pun can really shock the punchline to life.” Leo snorts at his joke before yelping and grunting when the collar sparks up and shocks him.

Three who had been thrown over towards Leo and was just about to jump back into the fight to fend off Meat Sweats, couldn’t help but froze on the spot upon seeing Leo getting electrocuted.

His breath hitched when he witnessed another jolt being sent to Leo who was continuing to try and make horrible jokes. Three felt his hands become clammy as cold sweat drips down from his forehead and down his cheek.

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“You disobeyed my order and decided to leave the base?!” Draxum shouts, standing tall and glaring down at the young mutant he created.

Three, the young turtle was coughing and wheezing, on his hands and knees as one arm clutch around his stomach.

Three was starting to become covered in bruises and scratches upon Draxum’s wrath. He was not happy. But how could he be? Three ignored the order of staying in the lab while Draxum was out running errands.

Three had gotten so curious in exploring the Hidden City that he just had to get out of this underground lab, otherwise he was going to go crazy.

Draxum was not pleased upon returning to see that Three wasn’t around. He was going to give the boy hell.

And here he was, doing just as he promised himself. Punishing the young turtle who had tears streaming down from his eyes.

“I’m s-sorry—!”

He was cut off when a vine wrapped around his neck and lifted him up in the air. He gags, clawing at the vine as he shakes, trembling when he sees Draxum inch closer and closer until he is standing in front of his creation at eye level.

“You’ve been a bad kid. If you continue to ignore my orders, then perhaps I should extend my punishment time with you.”

Three gulps, sniffling as he whimpered when the vines around his neck pulled him along in stride of Draxum’s steps. The scientist leading Three over to a familiar cage.

“N-no…not the cage—!”

He was interrupted when he was thrown inside. Shaking as he widens his eyes. The door closed, locking him inside as he stared through the bars at Draxum.

“Please! I’m sor—“

A buzzing was heard, followed by the sounds of electricity zipping around the cage. What sound was heard next was the screams of agony from Three. The light of the electric current painting Draxum’s blank stare as he watched his creation writhing in anguish upon the shocks.

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Now in the present, Three hadn’t realised that he let his body take control for a moment as he ran to Leo, who seemed puzzled.

Especially when he watched Three claw at the collar around him. “Hey! What are you doing?” Leo announces, trying to hold Three back from getting into his personal space.

Three didn’t respond, pupils small and wild as his breathing was fast. He was razor focused on getting the collar off Leo who continued to protest.

“Would you just—calm down!”

Leo shouts, being pushed roughly against a wall by Three. The harsh shove had been strong enough to damage the shock collar, the familiar beep echoing. Leo gasps when he realises what was about to happen.

But he never got the chance to push Three away to safety. Not when a strong surge of electricity flowed out of the collar. Leo yells in pain, along with Three who shrieks along with him.

The two get intensely electrified by the damaged collar.

The twins collapsed on the floor once the shock had begun to subside. Both twitching and shaking, Leo tried to speak but couldn’t, choking on his saliva as he stared at Three who was trembling on his hands and knees.

Three had looked up and watched Leo with wide eyes. But Leo’s vision was fuzzy, he tried to stay awake but his body, exhausted, had closed his eyes and passed out.

The last thing he saw was a bright light, Three sinking down into the concrete, no, through a portal that was made by Leo’s sword.

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When Leo awoke in the med bay, he groaned and sat up. Rubbing at his head as though he felt like he was hit by a cement truck.

He also noticed the bandages wrapped around his neck. Gulping at the sight when he looked over to a mirror ahead of him.

“Oh good you’re awake.” Donnie points out, walking in with a clipboard in hand as he walks to his brother.

“How do you feel?”

Leo stares, blinking in confusion. “What happened?” He asks, his memory a bit hazy, Donnie sighs. “The collar I made for you was damaged. You were unfortunately electrocuted by the device.” He was blunt but Leonardo could tell Donnie was feeling guilty for his brother getting injured from his invention.

“You have some marks on your neck from the shock, but I can safely say that they won’t leave any scars. You got lucky.”

Leo let out a breath he didn’t realise he was holding, relieved that he seemed like he was going to be okay.

He couldn’t believe he passed out from getting electrocuted by the collar. All because Three freaked out on him and shoved him against the wall—

Leo gasps, eyes blown wide as he scans the med bay. “Where’s Three?! Is he all right?!” He hurriedly questions, only growing more concerned and baffled when Three wasn’t in the medbay.

Donnie raised a brow at him, silently questioning Leo’s comment. “Uh….he’s fine? I think. I don’t know, he won’t come out of the guest room.” Donnie shrugs, as he hands Leo a cup of water.

Leo took the cup, but didn’t drink it right away. “He…hasn’t come out of his room?”

Donnie nods, “Yeah, I’m not even sure how he even managed to get to the lair before us. Bastard left us to deal with Meat Sweats.” The soft shell grumbled as he walked away to write things down on a clipboard.

Leo gazed his eyes towards the water. He recalled Three looking so mortified before he had teleported away using Leo’s sword.

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Three sat in the corner, rocking back and forth as he tried to take in greedy breaths of oxygen. How long has he been feeling like this now?

He lost count.

Memories of being a bad kid and getting punished by Draxum was all Three could think about. He bites down on his lip hard to prevent himself from letting out a pathetic whimper.

He flinched when his arm accidentally touched the cold metal of his sword that was leaning against the wall next to him.

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Three hunched over as he spews up bile, his small body trembling. Everything ached, throbbed.

Draxum had forced him into doing intense ‘training’, refusing food, water and rest for the young child. It was his punishment for talking back to his creator.

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Another memory was when Three collided against the wall, a dent left behind as he slid down to the ground.

Fresh cuts and bruises on his skin as he shakily stared up at Draxum who huffed with narrowed eyes, his vine slowly retracting away from Three before the yokai turned away and walked off.

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Stop it…the punishments were necessary. I am perfect now…

Three had dug his nails into his palm, blood slightly flowing out as he hissed when he felt a twinge of shooting pain from his hand.

He opens up his plan, narrowing his optics as he observes the burn marks from the shock collars.

Maybe this was his punishment for freaking out over nothing. Right?

If that’s the case….why was he crying?

Ah…he knew why. He was being pathetic.

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Bad things happen bingo (OPEN)

[igglemouse]

Amanita Succubari is a fungi that is pretty toxic, in certain doses, of course. If you're down for a really bad and trippy trip, take a nibble of it, that's all it takes, just a nibble and...you know, I could go for one right now. I wonder if one of the many protection spells that guard my being would prevent it from melting my mind too much...

The plan was to gather a few, stuff em in my bag, and wander around Windenburg with the intention of picking up whatever else there is to pick up. Herbs, rocks, fungi, just whatever?

This is all part of my morning routine which was part of my dream of being the world's best gatherer. Okay, yeah, that's not my dream. I really don't have one outside of making it to the next day I suppose and hoping tomorrow is better than today.

Thing's are not that bad but...

Let's not get into my situation right now, it's too personal, it's too much of a sob story for you all to even care about? Maybe it's too cliche? Is that how you use that word? Maybe it's just a little boring and yes, even more boring than watching me chip away at rocks hoping to find gold.

Spoiler alert. I don't. I'm the exact opposite of lucky.

I guess I'm not too unlucky because after all, I'm alive. That does count for something, especially with the kind of life I've had to live. Yeah, again, let's not get into that. The important thing is I make it back home and thankfully I avoid all the nosy neighbors who enjoy watching me go about my morning routine for whatever reason.

Collecting gems and making jewelry is the only way I know how to make simoleons, for now, or rather it is the most comfy way to do it. I'm sure I could find a regular nine to five but honestly I don't think I can handle a mundane job so for now, until I need more simoleons or something, this will be the source of my income.

I'm a complete noob at it and most of what I create is actually very bad but I do have faith that in time I'll improve.

You know what? I'm just now realizing that you all don't even know who I am? After all this time I've yet to introduce myself so ummm, here I go.

Welcome to the life of Gracelyn Matlock, yes, Matlock. That surname might sound familiar to you, it might not, I hope not, because I tell you the amount of trouble I've found from simply telling people that I'm a Matlock, the last known surviving one at that, astonishes me.

Some people really do hold grudges and I'm speaking of the generational variety. Hate that runs so deep that my children, should I have any, will have a basket full of insults before they can even speak.

Why? Well, we Matlock's are a very magical family.

Watcher, what are they even putting on networks nowadays? Anyways...

You might not believe in magic but I do have proof. See? Do you see! Sparkles! What's the spell called? I don't know, sparkles? Yeah, I just short of wriggle my fingers and ta-da, SPARKLIES!

Any ways or rather, long story short. My family, my parents to be exact, did their best to use their power to subjugate and control any and everyone they ran into pretty much and their bad actions has basically banned me from the magical realm. Despite me having nothing to do with it I've been told I'm far too much of a risk and so here I am, sparkling up my fingers with just a pinch of success.

If magic runs through my bloodlines it has likely skipped right over me.

So what you see here is just a normal girl. Mainly, at least.

Sure, I can do a few tricks but they never amount to much. Obviously so since here I am in a humble little house eating mac and cheese that came right out of a box for dinner.

If I were some powerful spellcaster I would at least feast on steak every night. I'd poof it into existence or something.

Despite it all I believe it is for the best. The no magic thing I mean. It allows me to be free and it gives me a chance to be normal.

Like for instance, I get to head over to the bluffs on a perfect lukewarm day and just sift through the pool and enjoy the world around me. Appreciate the water on my skin, the clouds drifting by, even the mosquitos buzzing about in frustration as they realize I might appear a perfect feast to them but they can't partake.

I've been told that when you have magical ability it is harder to appreciate the natural world. I don't really understand why that is but...again, maybe that is for the better?

So I have no issue just floating and letting the day pass me by.

And pass me by it does...

Before I knew it the sun had fully retired and the once orange sky had given way to a deep and calming blue.

Despite the soothing vibe that came with night it also dragged in a chill. Well, more than a chill as snow, speckles of it really but snow all the same, started falling from the sky.

That's Windenburg for you, I guess.

I should have fled home. After all, it was chilly enough to nag at me and late enough to remind me that I should be in bed and yet...

And yet this castle, a reminder of times past, nabbed my attention. It was a little while off from the bluffs, a long ways off, actually, but it stood so stern in the distance that it touched my curiosity and pulled my feet, step by step, nearer.

It was Chevalier Castle. The place my friend, my dear friend Valerie, told me about. Warned me about even.

But standing before it didn't scare me. It was just a castle, after all. Whatever happened here happened long ago, but now? Now it was just an empty place. Maybe I'd adventure through it sometime?

Not tonight though...

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👢 anon back swinging with the angst fellas!!

(bit coming is based off of my Minecraft mechanic lore idea: Potions are addictive. Most, only minorly; netherwart isn't incredibly addictive or anything. The truly addictive bits of those are the power in them. The slightly more dangerous ones are the ones brewed with fermented spider eyes. Harming, Slowness, Weakness, Invisibility. Those ones work a little more like alcohol than drugs. But everyone knows the most dangerous ones of all are the ones that can help. Regen, healing, resistance...there are horror stories of the withdrawal symptoms from PvP hungry players who eat mostly golden apples. It's a common cautionary tale across many servers to take it slow with the effects that make you feel immortal.)

Seawatt is afraid of dying, of being forgotten like the rest of his layer. That's why he learned brewing stand jumps; resistance made the sharp sting of battles bite a little less, regen could help with the pain as he gently reset dislocated joints from miscalculated jumps, and healing soothed any other superficial wounds on top of that. It worked well, especially when the Old Man got frustrated with the questions of the people and decided to wipe the very memory of the Fighter Layer; the invasive shudder of the command blocks were blocked by the swirl of resistance settling in his skin, fresh from a recent jump. It cradled him, made him feel safe...

He didn't have any more brewing stands on the Fighter Layer. He was nauseous from nerves at the lack of his safety blanket, the protection he had carried from the moment he had reluctantly stepped into the Parkour Temple. Seawatt felt so cold without the warmth of a potion buzzing in his veins, so tired without the buzz of regen keeping him up and alert.

He was sick and tired. He spent most of his days curled up in the corner of his childhood home, waiting for Evbo the Noob Champion to come back with another disk, shivering. He was too dizzy to risk leaving the house, vision blurring too far to consider making any jumps to alleviate his boredom.

(Later, after Evbo returns from the Amethyst course, conflict in his eyes and crystals buried in his skin, Seawatt's shaky hands will try to be gentle as he pulls out shard after shard from his hands, his feet, his chest from where he panicked and shoved himself against a full block. Evbo will frown, and ask him if he's alright. Seawatt will laugh it off, excuse the cold air of the night settling in. Evbo's frown will deepen, but he won't press for details, instead offering Seawatt to have his blankets. He's used to the bitter cold of the Void near the Noob layer, he'll reason, and he has his hoodie. Seawatt will be too nauseous and cold to deny the respite for long. His night won't be quite as freezing, but still his heart will feel icy and hollow. Evbo knows his plan, right? And yet he still cared. But even the blanket doesn't do much when the frost he feels is in his blood, not caked on his skin, and as Evbo starts to drift off, Seawatt wraps both blankets tight enough around himself that he could barely feel his cold skin, so he could pretend that the pressure was the warmth of resistance blunting any blows he took.)

(If he had his brewing stands, Evbo wouldn't be bandaged, something deep inside of Seawatt mourns. His skin would've stitched together under the comforting hum of healing, and his hands wouldn't look so mangled. But Seawatt has no brewing stands.)

(Seawatt had no brewing stands, and he died without the safety high of resistance cradling him. It was one of his last thoughts, alongside the regret and guilt and fear and hatred.)

- 👢 anon (as said at the start :3)

hi this actually destroyed me. also see'watt is DEFFF addicted to the comfort of healing potions. ik it look at him