#not have to think of a brand new fucking username that i have never used anywhere else just so i can still have my god damn privacy

[knifegremliin]

go fuck yourself.

[ynbabe]

Do you think you could write a smau with Yuki or Daniel with a male reader who is like 6'-6'4 and they kinda have a gay panic moment and reader is just subtly flirting with them through captions and comments...

If not than that's ok, have a great day/night

ahhhhh this is such a cute idea, I went with Danny ric for this one cause the yuki to 6'4 reader height difference would be too mean 😭

y/nfsnweek

y/nfsnweek new shoot coming out @/alphatauri

y/nfsnweek excited to meet all the cool guys at @/vcarbf1team

vcarbf1team we're excited to meet you!! username YOU'RE MEETING DANIEL AND YUKI?? y/nfsnweek perks of the job 🤷‍♂️

username HELLO??? father what do you mean you're modelling for an f1 team??

username girl they were a fashion brand first 😭

username omg does this mean Y/n's going to a race? He has to right?

username every time I find out abt this man's height I need to log off cause WHAT DO YOU MEAN THIS CUTIE IS FUCKING 6'4???

username tall king

username imagine him next to Yuki 😂

username they wouldn't even fit in the camera screen together 💀

vcarbf1team

vcarbf1team our drivers through the eyes of @/y/nfsnweek

y/nfsnweek need a pass for every race pls

vcarbf1team we got you king 💪

yukitsunoda no comments, no one talk to me, deleting all social media

username omg yuki 😭 bbg it's not your fault y/n is just freakishly tall

danielricciardo finally someone I had to look up to talk to 😂

yukitsunoda Daniel you're blocked first

username daniel looks at y/n like he wants to eat him, Yuki looks at y/n like he's planning to steal his height

username Danny something you'd like to share with the class???k

Daniel was trying to be normal but there were only very few people he had to look up to talk too and even fewer people who looked like that.

He had accepted he was gay a long time ago but refused to be in a relationship due to the media and his job but there was no way he could ignore the way his heart began racing when he looked into your eyes. The worst part of it was he didn’t even know if you were interested in him, or guys.

One wrong move and his career would be down the drain… again and he couldn’t risk that but he couldn’t stop himself from thinking about you either. This was driving him insane. You were driving him insane and you hadn’t even spoken to him over 10 minutes.

He could always count on Max right? He had never told anyone about Daniel’s secret even when they had been fighting and he was his best friend obviously he was going to cry about this to him.

Why had Max sent him one of Y/n’s Instagram posts? Daniel was not in the mood to stalk his crush only to see him with women all over him.

y/nfsnweek

y/nfsnweek If you know what I did last summer pls let me know

Oh, okay, he liked guys, but did he want Daniel? Y/n was a model, he worked around gorgeous men 24/7 why would he want to be with Daniel?

Daniel couldn't do much more, he could pine and yearn like he had for years before or he could get on with his job and move on like he is used to.

danielricciardo

danielricciardo Enchanté orange edition 🍊

landonorris Papaya edition?

danielricciardo no comments

y/nfsnweek my favourite fruit 🤭

username bro??? username your favourite what 🤨 username oh?

maxverstappen doubles as MV1 merch

danielricciardo @/Landonorris defend your colour

danielricciardo

danielricciardo austingp my home away from home

ynfsnweek suddenly I'm very interested in America

maxverstappen 🤨🤨 ynfsnweek yee haw 😫

username that hat 😮‍💨

username max?? y/n??

username y/n being the first comment on this post is giving

username giving broke back mo-

daniel.jpg

daniel.jpg photo creds to @/lando.jpg

y/nfsnweek Lando needs a raise

lando.jpg it's all him y/nfsnweek fr mans fine asf

username Y/N????

username HELLO???

username if Daniel doesn't respond to y/n rn its going to get real embarrassing real quick

Daniels's head was reeling, what did Lando mean you were flirting with him under his posts? Weren't all those comments PR? Should he text you? but what if you didn't like him? But what if you did? Fuck.

Daniel texted you, why had he texted you? Did he not like you? Did your comments make him uncomfortable? You were not above crying till the sun rose and the tears were already ready.

But first you had to yell at the little gremlin that probably caused this, cause you may die of a broken heart and embarrassment but you weren't going alone.

Now back to Daniel, who was probably going to block and you were going to get your contract cut and-

Oh? oh? And where had that sudden burst of confidence come from?

On the other end, Daniel was losing his mind.

Oh

Oh...

HE LIKES ME?? HE LIKES ME!! He couldn't believe he was acting like a teenager right now but he was kicking his feet and giggling. You were the literal man of his dreams and you liked him back!

Daniel was going to die but at least it'd be from happiness this time and you? You were screaming into your pillow, stalking the man's Instagram, blushing thinking about the date.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Called to Duty 5

Warnings: non/dubcon, pregnancy, abandonment, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Characters: Captain Syverson

Summary: You struggle to move on from the biggest mistake of your life but find it hard to forget among the whispers of a small town.

Part of the Backwoods AU

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

Another shift. Another new ache. It's not just your feet or hips anymore. There's a tugging in the back of your neck that tweaks each time you turn tour head a bit to far left. 

You lean on the counter. You don't care about Daye's warnings. She can stand on the hard floor while pregnant and see how she feels after a single hour. They haven't even bothered to get a standing mat. 

A few customers pass through. The usual stunted small talk passes between you, the intentional avoidance of the obvious. They'll stare at your stomach but they surely won't mention it. 

Funny, you saw a bunch of old ladies fawning over Molly, swollen with her fifth? Maybe sixth? You don't know how she keeps track. It stings a little to see them treat her like some saint while you've been tainted by the very same condition. 

You sigh and try not to think of it as you sort the novelty keychains by colour. They'll be messed up again by your next shift but it keeps your mind busy. Lately, you found your thoughts run off into the void never to be seen again. It's frustrating but a little bit scary too. 

A box lands on the counter and slides toward you as it's tossed carelessly beside the till. You grab it before it can slip over the edge and nearly recoil as you recognise the brand. You set the large box of condoms straight as a rolling chuckle greets you from the other side. 

You look up as Thor smirks and reaches into his back pocket, "having a party." 

You stare at him then scan the box. You don't say a word as your face sears. He takes out his wallet and searches lazily. 

"Wouldn't want any mistakes," he taunts as he looks through the slots. "Hm, credit." 

You hit the button and gesture bluntly to the machine. He taps without a second thought. You're riled by the sight of him so easily spending his money. Money he should be using for the child in your belly. The fact that he gets to keep living his life without a single consequence has you almost shaking. 

You tear off his receipt and nearly slam it on the box, shoving it towards him. The door rings with the arrival of another customer. You don't greet them as you're trapped in a tunnel. Your rage is centered on that big blond doofus. 

"Ah," he leans over and puts his elbows on the counter, a smug curve in his lips, "jealous, are we?" 

You don't acknowledge his taunt as you go back to pick at the keyrings. 

"Well, I've never fucked a pregnant woman," he muses, "wouldn't need these, would we?" He chortles as he taps the box with his knuckle, "how about one last go? For old times' sake. You get a break--" 

"Disgusting," a growl undercuts Thor's gross proposition. 

You flinch and look up. Sy stands with his arms crossed over his burly chest as he scoffs. Thor tilts his head and pushes himself straight. He face the other man with a cluck. 

"There you are, buddy," Thor booms, "I heard you've been sniffing around my leftovers." 

"Don't call her that," Sy sneers. "What're you doin' bugging her?" 

"I should ask you the same," Thor postures at the other man, a good few inches taller yet it hardly seems to matter. "You like sloppy seconds? Guess you're used to taking whatever you can get after all those field rations, huh?" 

"Don't," Sy grits as tension ripple in the air. 

Their voice carry through the sleep pharmacy and you notice how the white coats behind the far counter shift to see. Oh no. 

"Hey, guys, it's fine, let's not--" 

"Don't what?" Thor pokes Sy's shoulder. The other man drops his arms straight and balls his fists. "She's a slut. Look at her. She begged me to fill her up--" 

"I'm warning you," Sy snarls. 

"Look, I don't even know if it was me who did that. The way she was dancing up on everyone," Thor snickers, "you don't really think it's an immaculate conception or something." 

"I'm telling ya to leave and to leave her alone," Sy steps closer, undetered by the difference in height. He's just as thick, if not a little thicker, than his foe.  

Thor looks at you over his shoulder and makes a face, "you really fucking this mad dog--" 

Sy tackles Thor before he can finish his sentence. The wraps his arms around him as he charges and they hit the counter with a startling slam. You cry out and back up, the keychains scattering at the force of their impact. 

Thor and Sy latch onto each other and roll against the counter, shifting the till as the condoms teeter on the edge. Mints rain down onto the tile as they grunt and grapple.  

Thor pushes off and holds Sy at arm's length. The latter hurls a fist into the former's cheek and gets one on the jaw in return. They dodge and punch, latching back into each other as they collide with the rack of greeting cards. 

"Enough!" Daye shrieks as she runs up the center aisle, "I've called the police so you both better stop!" 

The men ignore her as you watch in horror. Fuck, fuck, fuck.  

You come around the counter, shaking as you approach the men feuding like vicious cats. You dodge away as you're nearly bowled over in their chaos and hold your stomach. Daye continues to yowl helplessly. 

"Sy, Sy, please, stop! Thor! Sy! Syverson!" You holler, "Saul!" 

His birth name catches him off guard and he stops. Thor lands a crunch blow in his nose but is quickly warded off with a forearm. Syverson keeps him at bay as he covers his nose and snorts. 

"Hey!" Daye bats them with a broom, "enough! Enough!" 

Thor detaches, shoving the other man one last time, and spits blood towards your feet. 

"You two," she huffs as he pulls the hanging tie from his hair, "deserve each other. Couple of fucking strays." 

He grabs the broom from day and flings it, stomping over the mess and out the door as he mutters about his family. You frown and look down at the trampled cards and mints. Daye sniffs and shakes her head as she frames her hips. 

"I think it goes without me saying," she snips, "you're fired and sir," she turns to Sy, "you better leave before the sheriff gets here. Oh, and don't come back.” 

You look up from the ruin at Sy and he gives a fluttery blink, “I’m sorry--” 

“Go, please,” you croak as you move your hand to your lower back. 

“I didn’t--” 

“Go,” you snap and turn your attention to your manager, “Daye, please, I didn’t do this.” 

“She’s telling the truth, was all me,” Sy backs up. 

“I’m not hearing it. None of it,” Daye spits, “you’ve been nothing but trouble since you got here. And you, sir, should be ashamed.” She spins and marches off, “if you don’t clean that up before you go, I will have the sheriff charge you with destruction of property.” 

[genericpuff]

no but listen, rachel has truly embodied herself as persephone because she's constantly trying to "distance herself" from her past as a medical fetish artist but then keeps the name that's affiliated with her medical fetish art-

Like, I can't believe I never noticed it before tbh, but that was the thought that hit me while I was explaining to someone on reddit what the name "used bandaid" meant and why it was weird that Rachel is STILL using it on her print cover books, even now when she just recently set up a new Facebook account with her REAL NAME and not the used_bandaid penname (I feel like this is an attempt to "legitimize" herself in the industry but idk).

But that leads me into talking about how she keeps lying about LO being her first webcomic project and that really pisses me off. And yes, this is related to the used_bandaid thing, just bear with me here.

A lot of my contempt for this is for reasons that go beyond her, I just hate the notion that people should succeed on their "first try" and that's an idea that's often sold by people like Rachel who spin these grandiose stories of how they were just "trying it out" and suddenly wham! Fame and fortune! You can achieve all this and more if you just xyz!

Literally, in every interview I've found over the past couple years, she always heavily implies that LO was her "first attempt", that she had never used Webtoons prior to LO, and that she was just "dipping her toes" into the medium. None of this is true, she's literally been drawing webcomics since the early 2000's (possibly earlier but the earliest documentation we can find is of The Doctor Pepper Show), LO wasn't even her first webcomic on the Webtoons platform (that goes to The Doctor Foxglove Show which she ended up dumping a chapter in to work on LO almost immediately after starting it on Tumblr) and as much as she'll claim she "couldn't pay anyone to look at her work", she had landed a number of gigs that got her work out there, had been printed in anthology collections, and IIRC she had even won some small local NZ awards for her comics prior to LO. Shit, there was a local beer brand that had her art on its labelling.

But it really feels like she's trying her damn hardest to hide all that, never mentioning or implying that she did anything prior to LO, that she was just a "struggling graphic artist working in retail" until LO happened.

So why keep the penname that's directly affiliated with that past identity ??

It boggles my mind, honestly, especially considering she had gone by MULTIPLE usernames back then, some of which were actually pretty sane that she could have used instead (such as Rach Alex, which she uses in her FB groups, and Rachel Royale).

I wouldn't blame her if she was trying to hide her old medical fetish stuff, whether she didn't want it affiliated with her new LO branding or if she's just embarrassed by it, I can totally empathize with that because god knows I wouldn't be all that proud to show off the cringy shit I got up to during my early days on the Internet. But if she IS embarrassed by it, you'd think the last thing she'd want to keep is the name that's directly affiliated with the thing she's embarrassed by. Almost like a certain pink protagonist who goes by the name she earned after doing the thing she doesn't want to talk about.

But if she ISN'T embarrassed by it, then why lie?

Why paint this picture that LO was a one hit wonder, that she lived on "struggle street" until she found fame and fortune on Webtoons?

Oh right. Because it's a better story.

Because it's way more romantic to be some struggling indie darling who "came from nothing" and achieved fame through one big idea. Because it looks good for the platform who's trying to attract people to their app and website on the promise that you, too, can be a success story simply because you followed the exact same perceived steps that you saw another person follow and advertise.

If you can't tell from my tone, I really fucking hate this kind of disingenuous wish fulfillment advertising. It's manipulative, it's cruel, and it sets people up with expectations far beyond their scope of reaching, both due to the luck and "being in the right place at the right time" involved at best (which is a HUGE factor in stories like these that people never talk about), or through joy-killing comparison at worst when you don't achieve worldwide fame on your first try and wonder why everyone else did (spoiler: they didn't, they just want you to think that because it makes for better headlines and it gets you using whatever product they're affiliated with.)

If Rachel doesn't want to be tied down to her past, that's fine. But it's incredibly irresponsible and flat out cruel to lie about that past existing at all because it sets a horrible precedent to those who look up to her and want what she has.

And I say all that because I've seen what happens to the people starting out who admire these creators who painted the picture that they were just successful right off the bat. It's not a fun headspace to be in, it's robbed many creators like myself and others of their joy in creating, and it's really all just a ploy to get you to spend time and money and energy on a stupid corporate phone app that profits off your emotional investment and labor. Don't fall for it. Pretending like the Act of Wrath didn't happen doesn't remove it from history.

Anyways, I was gonna leave it at that, but then I ended up doing another rabbithole deep dive through her Wayback Machine and found album art she had illustrated for NZ band PorcelainToy. Enjoy this piece of her "dark era" art that still exists without needing to use the Wayback Machine.

[halliewriteshockey]

An open letter

After much deliberation, I have made the decision to change the spelling of my surname from Grey to Gray. Here's why: 

Many of you are familiar with the issues I’ve had surrounding a woman named Michaela Grey, who took my choice of pen name as a personal affront to her. Over the past ten years, she has doggedly clung to her misguided belief that I ‘stole’ her name and that my decision to use it was an attack on her. 

I’m changing my name to Gray not because of this individual, but in spite of her. I know I have every right to use the name Grey, and nothing she says or does changes that fact. But over the last decade, it’s become increasingly clear this person is unable to be reasoned with. Since I first became aware of her existence, she has engaged in increasingly hostile behavior. She’s called me names, accused me of identity theft, and spread disgusting lies about me and what I write in attempts to discredit me. She’s recruited her friends to likewise attack me, often en masse, repeating the same vicious rumors and insulting everything about me. One of the most common themes, repeated by everyone who’s targeted me, is how bad my writing is, and how I’m a laughable excuse for an author. Another running theme is that I write ’horse porn’, a reference to my very first book, which no longer exists but had horses in it. (No equines got it on, though.) 

Ms. Grey has sent me malware through spam in multiple attempts to infect my computer. She has doxxed me on Twitter. She has claimed I’m altering my appearance in an attempt to more closely resemble her and thus assume her identity. She's accused me of willingly perpetuating her childhood trauma as if I had any idea what her life was like. She’s spread lies and vicious gossip, and even reported the recent fundraiser I held during my medical issues as fraudulent in hopes I’d be forced to pay back all the funds or face charges.

She has stalked, harassed, and bullied me for the past ten years, and even though I know I’ve done nothing wrong, it’s increasingly obvious she’s only escalating. I do not wish my name to be tied to such an unpleasant, toxic individual. She cannot be reasoned with, and has shown repeatedly just how low she’s willing to go on her vicious crusade against me.

Thus, not because she asked me (she didn’t), but because I want nothing to do with her, I have decided to alter the spelling of my last name. Obviously this will be a complicated process. I have to change my name on all my books, including the cover art, and every iteration of it currently online. This will take quite some time. I have changed my display name to Michaela Gray on Twitter and Tumblr, but my username of greymichaela will remain the same on both sites. I’ve built a fan base under that brand and I refuse to let a single individual destroy everything I’ve created.

However, any new social media will be under the name graymichaela instead. If Ms. Grey had ever come to me as equals and said, “it makes me uncomfortable that you’re using my name, and I would appreciate it if you would consider changing it,” I would have listened. I’m not the ‘fucking asshole’ she says I am. I’m willing to be reasonable, and I work hard to be approachable. But she never did that. Instead she chose a vindictive campaign of harassment and abuse from the very jump, as if it were personally targeted at her instead of a stupid coincidence.

She’ll probably think she’s ‘won’. That’s okay. I don’t care what she thinks, and if her narrative needs to twist the facts until she’s the hero and I’m the villain, that’s not something I can control.

I’m working four jobs to make ends meet. My son just got out of the hospital for suicidal intent. My daughter has severe health issues and no diagnosis yet. I’m a single mother raising three children with no help and no respite, and the last thing I need is more drama in my life.

Hence, from here on out, my name is Michaela Gray. I have no affiliation with, nor do I want anything to do with, the individual named Michaela Grey. Any further attacks from her or her friends will be reported to the authorities, along with all the evidence of her decade-long harassment campaign that I’ve been collecting for years. 

Thank you for reading

[the-witches-you-couldnt-burn]

It started with a whisper

I originally wrote ‘Like I did with you’ as a one-shot but people wanted a sequel. This turned out to be waaaaay longer than expected (4.7k word count). Inspired by Everybody Talks by Neon Trees. I hope you lot enjoy!

Ao3

(Also this is Mari’s new outfit, all credits go to the original artist)

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Two teens stood upon the balcony of a large banquet hall, exposed to the midsummer night air. The sky was a lilac blanket that hung over the Parisian buildings, speckled with glowing stars. The moon, with it’s crescent smile, beamed down of the young couple.

Hey, baby, won't you look my way?

Marinette’s eyes were closed as she rested her head upon his shoulder, relaxing after the night’s rapid escalation. Tonight she had arrived at the ball with the intent to be there for her friends, but somehow she found herself within the arms of Gotham’s (and probably Paris’) Ice Prince. She had overheard his nickname from the Gotham students, one of which being Jon, who was in the middle of mocking the young Wayne. She had never considered that nickname as suitable; sure he was temperamental & had a tendency to snap, but icey to the core? No.

I can be your new addiction

Damian was calm. For the first time in his life he felt like he could take a breath. His exhale was carried off by a small gust of wind, the bush over hanging the stone railing rustled. With his inhale, the scent of Marinette’s perfume became present once more. Mixed with the crisp night’s air, her usual scent of pastries was mixed with what could only be described as ambrosia. His phone vibrated within his pocket, it was never on volume due to the potential risk it caused during his heroic activities.

“Shit.” Notifications covered his screen, multiple tweets, Instagrams and Tiktoks in which he had been tagged in. But the alert came from his family’s private messaging chat. The whole thread was a shit storm, Grayson and Todd’s messages were completely capitalised (he learnt years ago this meant ‘to yell’ in writing form) and both had multiple ‘keyboard spasms’. Drake, like the thorough detective he is, had combed through the images and videos, investigating their validity. His honorary sisters had replied with ‘awwwww’(s) and ‘Omg we MUST meet this girl! I need to know how she tamed the demon!’. He could practically hear Brown’s shrill voice from across the ocean.

Hey, baby, what you gotta say?

No reply from his father or Alfred. The two of them were the only semblance of ‘normal’ paternal figures he had within his life, after the sham of a relationship he had previously held with his grandfather. Their silence unnerved him.

Marinette had noticed his attention had shifted to his phone, her own mobile was buzzing away within her baby pink purse. Messages, notifications of account tagging and comments galore. A sigh left her lips when she saw her parents seemed to be none the wiser. Good, she didn’t need to deal with future adoration for ‘The boy who swept our daughter off of her feet’ (or something along those lines).

Her cheeks regained some of the warmth they held before as she thought of her parent’s reaction. Scrolling through her Twitter she saw her friends had posted multiple images of the night’s events, majority being her shared dance.

Chloé Bourgeois @TheBestBourgeois

what kind of Disney shit is this? (Insert video of two teens dancing around an mostly empty dance floor.)

Alix Kubdel @Sk8trGirl

Replying to @TheBestBourgeois

I KNOW RIGHT?! THEY WERE FUCKING FLOATING!!!

All you're giving me is fiction

She was thankful that they hadn’t tagged her but she hadn’t been spared by others in attendance. Her post thread had blown up, thousands had commented and even more had viewed the evidence. There was no way she would come out of this unscathed.

“Has anyone been on Twitter today?” The blonde of the family asked as she walked into the dining room. Her eyes focused on her scrolling screen, brows furrowed in confusion. “Actually has anyone seen what’s happening on any of our socials?”

It was early in the afternoon and the family had recently returned home after a straining stakeout. The Joker had broken out of Arkham and the Batfam had to deal with his minions. Dick’s arm was in a sling (sprained from a grapple gone wrong), Jason was icing his hand, Alfred was stitching Bruce’s chest wounds while Tim and the girls escaped without severe injuries. All were still recuperating and finally able to recharge.

Alfred always enforced a strict ‘no devices at the dinner table’ rule; no matter how urgent it was, it could wait until after sustenance was consumed. Tim strongly opposed this, but there was no arguing with Agent A. This all surmises that probably no one had seen the crap storm on social media.

I'm a sorry sucker and this happens all the time

Bruce sighed, bringing his free arm up to rub his eyes. Tilting his head back to look at Steph, “Who was it this time?” Barbara quickly took out her phone to see what Stephanie was talking about, all the while glancing accusingly at Dick and Jason. Both of whom held up their arms (or in Dick’s case arm), declaring their innocence.

“It wasn’t fucking me!”

“Jason! Language!” Dick shot a glare at Jason and was met with one in return. “It wasn’t me either.”

“Then who-“ Bruce started before being cut off by his most rambunctious daughter.

I found out that everybody talks

Stephanie with a squeal, exclaimed that it was Damian. Visions of what the Wayne brat could have done flashed through the heads of everyone in the room. He had been sent overseas before the quarantines and lockdowns hit. During Damian’s first month in France he had been forced into online schooling and then finally when he got to go to in-person classes he hated it. Described the class as a kindergarten with petty and vindictive toddlers.

Had he broken someone’s arm? Was that person of such importance that it had spread over multiple social media platforms? France’s government had announced on June 15th, that teens were now being inoculated so him having COVID-19 was doubtful. Had he insulted the wrong person? Had he taken over the government? He certainly had the potential.

Everybody talks, everybody talks

What they saw stunned them, even Steph as she watched it for the 7th time. Damian Wayne was dancing. But not only that, he was dancing with a girl.

It started with a whisper

“What is this shit?”

No one verbally objected to Jason’s outburst but he was sent a harsh glare from Alfred, Dick and Bruce. Their focus soon returned to the images and videos before them. Babs’ and Steph’s phones were returned to them as the others ran to grab their own devices. They all met back at the table, comparing the posts and comparing their notes.

I can hear the chitchat

“There’s no way this can be real.”

“Jesus Tim,” Barbara rolls her eyes, “have you seen the amount of posts there are? You’d be an idiot to think otherwise.”

Take me to your love shack

“I’m with Tim, how do we know this isn’t some skit. I mean, Demon Spawn almost looks normal. That’s a matter of concern.” He almost dry heaved when he agreed with Tim. Damian couldn’t be capable of naturally exuding that amount of humanity unless there was something in it for him.

Mamas always gotta backtrack

“I was just saying Babs, that we should check the credibility of these images. For all we know they could be gorilla glued together and trying to get unstuck.” Tim cringed at his own reasoning, he really needed to either sleep (probably not going to happen anytime soon) or find his favourite coffee brand (which had been one of the first to vanish after the covid hoarders appeared).

When everybody talks back

Dick was too busy freaking out and spam messaging the youngest Wayne, to defend Damian’s humanity. The family saw this and followed suit, wanting to get information from the source.

Chat name: Alfred supremacy

BigBird: AHHHHHH DAMIAN!

BigBird: YOU LOOK SO CUTE!!!

BigBird: HAIFJDNDNFI

LittleWing: WTF HAPPENED DEMON SPAWN YOU LOOK ALMOST HUMAN

Babs: who knew the city of love would influence the brat

Blondie: they are so cuteeeeeee!

Blondie: We HAVE to meet her!

Silent-but-deadly: agreed.

Timbo: YO DEMON

Timbo: Apparently the videos are legit

Timbo: are you being blackmailed?

And it just devolved into more chaos from there, fueled by the fact that they saw Damian’s ‘Blood Son’ account appear online before vanishing once more. Dick shrieked, “I FOUND HER ACCOUNT!”

The family gathered around the eldest son, peering over his shoulder to view his iPhone 12max screen. They saw a young girl’s Instagram account. It was locked but they could see her profile pic, the girl had black hair and looked to be if Asian decent. They compared it to the videos but it was hard to see due to the hall’s lighting and the minimised facial features of the pfp. Alfred suggested that they search up her username and see who has tagged her, some might have other photos of her.

After research for awhile, the family began to get frustrated with lack of results.

Hey honey you could be my drug

You could be my new prescription

“Come on!” Jason complained, “What kind of teenage girl doesn’t post her life online?” He ignored the girls glares and went back to researching. How had the account by the name of ‘mariiiiinette’ to managed to prevent the entire Wayne clan from accessing it? Damn Instagram privacy settings. He groaned, dragging a hand down his face, “We are fucking stupid. Why don’t we just use the Bat-computer? It would be so much fucking easier.”

“It shouldn’t be used for civilian issues-“

Too much could be an overdose

“The girl could be a meta for all we know! We aren’t safe until we know who she is.” Jason points a finger at Tim, his paranoia flared up and even though he would never admit it, Jason would do anything to protect each member of his family (although Bruce is still debatable).

All this trash talk make me itching

Barbara and Tim took their usual positions as Oracle and Red Robin (who had been banned from patrol due to lack of sleep). The rest of the Batfam stood behind them either with arms crossed or still failing at researching.

Oh my my shit

“The account is owned by a girl called Marinette Dupian-Cheng. She is French-Chinese and her parents own a popular bakery. Also if it wasn’t already obvious, she goes to Collège Françoise Dupont, aka Damian’s French school.” Tim begun informing his nosy family, “But this account has been inactive for the past 6 months, which is strange due to her frequent posting schedule before hand. It seems she probably has a second account and this is her old one.”

Everybody talks, everybody talks

“Not only that,” Barbara interrupted. “There are unopened messages from other accounts that accuse her of being a bully. There is a whole Facebook page about this girl and how she has been hurting her old friends, but neither side seems reliable. The so called victims seem to be twisting the truth but there is barely any information about Marinette so we can’t disprove it either.”

“Read out some of the messages.” Bruce took a cup of coffee from Alfred and sipped it.

The main screen of the bat computer displayed a Facebook group with the banner picture being a photo of Marinette. “They are mostly complaints expected of teen girls when there is a girl they don’t like; ‘Marinette is such a know-it-all’, ‘She is constantly insulting Lila’s intelligence’. They go on to talk about how Marinette was briefly expelled from the Collège before being reinstated by the principle for a reason unknown to them.”

Everybody talks too much

“Her school reports up until this year were good. The newest one states, ‘While Marinette is a wonderful and bright student, I encourage her to settle her disagreements outside of class. This seems to only be a recent occurrence and I implore her to go to the guidance council if she is in need of help.’” A beat of silence echoes through the cave, Tim sighed. “Jason’s meta theory could be correct. She could have just recently started exhibiting her abilities and using them to get what she wants.”

“Bruce what do you want to do?”

“We’re going to Paris.”

She opened her eyes to the blaring morning light that streamed through the blinds. Her lashes still painted with mascara that refused to leave. She felt a pang of sorrow when she was removing her makeup and dress last night, she never wanted the night to end. She shuffled down the stairs to the kitchen, covering her mouth when she yawned. She greeted her mother as she entered the kitchen to get breakfast.

She glanced at her phone and there was the chaos that was started hours ago and it was still occurring. It was the weekend, she wouldn’t need to deal with her classmates until Monday. But she would still have to survive her parent’s interrogation. Out of the corner of her eye she caught her mother smirking at her.

Everybody talks

“Nadja told me some interesting news about last night.” Marinette held her breath, glaring at the toaster, willing it to hurry up so she could escape. “Well,” Sabine patted her shoulder before rubbing Mari’s back. “I know you didn’t want to go but I hope you had fun.”

With that she exited the kitchen, probably going to help her father in the bakery. The ravenette stared after her, eye widened in shock, jumping when the toaster went off. Buttering her toast she went over the conversation, her brows furrowed in confusion. She had expected a ‘When do I get to meet the oh so famous prince?’ or ‘Should I be expecting a new guest sometime in the near future?’ or at least a ‘Who was that young man, Bǎozàng (宝藏 it means treasure)?’ But she said nothing.

A small smile was plastered upon her face as she changed and went down to help her parents in the bakery. Her father didn’t say anything either, he gave her a knowing smile before continuing to kneed the dough. She sat at the the store front as the cashier whilst her parents were busy making ‘Paris’s Finest Pastries’.

Her musings slowly faded as she was brought back to reality by badly hushed whispers. Two young preteens were by the bread roll casing near the door. She had seen them come in before with their parents, the girls went to the prestigious international school over in the 16th arrondissement. The one with purple hair kept whispering to the brunette, both ‘subtly’ glancing towards her. Using her enhanced hearing she listened in on their conversation.

“That’s her, I swear that’s her in the video.”

The blonde’s face soured likes she sucked on a lemon. “No, it wasn’t good lighting there is no way he would dance with someone like her.”

Everybody talks

Marinette had tough skin but their words had an impact, only a small one due to her defence mechanism of repressing emotions. She stopped listening and went back to drawing in her sketchpad, she was in desperate need of a new school outfit.

The two girls eventually came up to the counter, goods in hand. Marinette rung up and bagged their items (paper because save the turtles sksksk) in a tired daze. A phone was shoved into her face, her eyes barely adjusted to view the screen before the blonde spoke.

“Is this your instagram?” She asked in a tone so snobbish that it should be illegal from a person her age. Marinette finally was able to view the screen that was barely an inch from her face. Her old Instagram ‘mariiiiinette’ was displayed on screen, she hesitantly nodded, gaze flicking back to the two in front of her.

The blonde’s nose scrunched up and the purple goth girl squealed in delight. They soon after left the store, their conversation had devolved into ‘See! I told you’ and ‘Yeah, yeah. You were right.’

Walking to school on Monday, she had finally come down from cloud nine. She still rode the tail end of her high as she rushed along her path to her campus, she wasn’t going to be late but she sure wasn’t going to be early. She had spent the better part of the weekend designing and sewing a brand new outfit. Her new look was composed of a black cropped singlet (L'amour gagne hemmed into it and it’s straps), paired matching peach plaid cropped overshirt and a-line miniskirt. Her hair was down, ballet flats were worn and her makeup was the usual with the added edition of a rose gold eyeshadow.

Even though her face was covered in a black and gold mask, she looked hot.

She reached the campus and the whispers started again, people were still buzzing from Friday night. Her classmates, the majority of her grade and the younger years seemed to gossiping before class about the formal’s events. She couldn’t spot any of her friends or the two Gotham transfers, so she was stuck listening the the chitchat. Why couldn’t she have been late like usual?

Damian had a fowl disposition and it showed in multiple icey glares (and that was before he even reached the collège). His family had made their appearance known in Paris at 1am Sunday morning. He could have used his dorm to escape but his family didn’t have the word ‘privacy’ within their vocabulary. He didn’t want to have to pay for a lock replacement due to his brothers’ (most likely Todd with Drake & Grayson laughing at him) lock picking habit.

The Ice Prince was back with full force. He had just been... influenced by all the other couples. Yes he did respect Dupain-Cheng and he appreciated her company & pleasant conversations. He would struggle to hide a small smile at the memory of the dance, even if he denied himself the happiness of normality, he felt content when reminiscing.

“Ooo the Ice Prince is here, did he have a fight with his princess or something?” The voice seemed to mock him.

“The Disney Magic is gone. The demon is back.”

Everybody talks

At the second jeer he shot a glare at the perpetrator. Jon held his hands up in an ‘I surrender manner’, laughing as he joined Damian at his side. The two entered the school’s large foyer and looked to see if any of the classes were open yet. Sadly they weren’t, before he was wrong and the his class was plain torture but this was truely hell.

He saw Dupain-Cheng sitting alone on the stairs, drawing within her sketchpad. He wondered how a girl like her, who always seemed to be involved in other’s lives (for the better) was ignoring all of the comments about her. She felt his focus centre on her, eyes flicking up to meet his, she provided him with a small wave before continuing to draw.

Jon nudged him with an elbow to his ribs and dragged him off to the side, into the boy’s locker rooms. Jon scowled at the door, “It’s a mad house out there. You’ve heard what some people are saying right?”

“Why would I care about these imbeciles?”

Jon jabbed Damian in the chest, causing the demon to stumble. Green eyes darted from blue eyes to the tan finger. “You care when lies hurt people you care about.”

The day began to rapidly decline once the two dance partners took their seats, next to each other. They had both been placed up the back of the class and them sitting together hadn’t been a problem until now apparently. She wasn’t even safe when the teacher started their lecture, whispers and glances were cast towards them. Once the two got to biology it was better, Ms Mendeleiev was a strict teacher and was able to control the class.

Everybody talks

But the recess came. When the bell rang she slowly started packing up her equipment, Alix and Max (who she shared biology with) waited for her; she watched as the Ice Prince left through the door. She knew she didn’t need to be concerned about her friends joining in with the gossiping, if anything they would dispel people and tell them to ‘Mind their own fucking business’ because this whole situations is ridiculous, utterly ridiculous.

She did receive some slight teasing from Alix about being a Disney princess, but Marinette quipped back about the skater’s fairytale story being ‘Pinknette, the Geek and the Beast’. The three met up with the other two of their group, they had just come from geography. Kim was complaining that Argentina was a state in America.

“That’s Arkansas you idiot!” Chloe shrieked, lightly hitting his arm with her white handbag. Max held his head in his hand as he approached, how had his tutoring sessions failed so badly?

Chloe turned to Marinette, a smile forming from her glare. The blonde examined the designer’s clothing, nodding. “You look like you are about to have a hot girl summer.”

Marinette’s face burned, the tips of her ears coated in red. Alix chuckled and nudged her shoulder.

Everybody talks

“Look at her, she is so desperate for his attention that she probably copied those designs.”

“Why do you think he danced with her anyways? Maybe she has something on him? I mean, she forces him to sit next to her in class, who knows what else she has done.”

What. The. Fuck.

Chloe glowered towards Lila’s posy. “We have a fucking seating plan, those cretins-“ She made a motion to storm over but was caught by the ravenette, looking back to Mari, her rage decreased from a boil to a simmer.

“No Chlo. It’s fine, it’s not worth it.”

Everybody talks... back

The group walked out to the school’s front steps, it was a mad house... a mad courtyard? Students sitting on the stairs, on the grass and standing around mingling, all of them now were staring at her. She held her backpack close to her chest (she had swapped her signature coin-bag purse for the pastel pink bag), pretending its a shield. Her friends circled around her becoming an obstacle to prevent their stares. If people were afraid of a scowling Kim then they don’t know the scorn of Chloe or Alix’s bite. And Max, sweet quiet Max.... you better hope he doesn’t have blackmail on you (he probably does), he can dismantle your life with a single anonymous post.

Rushed footsteps approached them. The group was broken apart by a rude Wayne boy, he swept Mari away from the school and the gossip crowds within. Her four friends shouted at him and he kept walking, shooting a glare at them in response. He kept pushing Marinette forward with a hand placed on the small of her back, her backpack was now swung over his other shoulder.

They ended up in her favourite alcove. She had brought him here with the other Gotham transfers for a native��s tour of Paris. It had always been her safe place to be creative.

It started with a whisper (everybody talks, everybody talks)

“My apologises for our rushed departure but you seemed to want to get out of their anyhow.” His gruff tone danced through the silence, his head still peaking around the corner; watching for any unwelcome guests.

“Thank you.” She whispered, her voice almost being carried off by the gentle wind. A genuine smile illustrated upon her face.

“We weren’t able to converse after the events of the other night. I would like to formally apologise once more for my actions causing this adverse reaction. If I had kn-“

“You don’t need to apologise!” She squeaked, hiding her eyes behind her fisted hand. Her shoulders curled inwards as she tried to make herself seem as small as possible, a side effect of her common use of her secondary miraculous form: Multimouse.

“I chose to dance with you, you don’t need to apologise for my own actions.” He stared at her with confusion. He had taken the blame so she wouldn’t need to do so herself; but she had taken it anyways. He had given her an out. Why does she always take the blame, even for things out of her control?

“But if I hadn’t danced with you then you wouldn’t have been the focus of the entire school.”

Marinette stepped forward, her eyes hardened and blazing. “Damian Friday night I went there out of obligation to my friends, I didn’t want to be there. But dancing with you? That was the highlight of my week, probably my month too. I enjoyed our time together.” Her face softened, lips twitched downwards ever so slightly. “I don’t regret anything about that night, but do you?”

He was bad at comfort. Everyone in his family avoided him when they were in need, he plainly didn’t know what to do. She wasn’t visibly upset but he sensed that she is disappointed that he apparently didn’t share the same opinion of the night. The only thing he regretted about that night was letting Jon call him a coward, but then again if he didn’t he never would have danced with Dupa- Marinette.

He picked up her clenched hand, the tension in her body alleviated at his embrace. He remembered how Grayson would apologise to Kor’i or how his father interacted with Ms Kyle. He brought their hands up and placed a kiss upon her knuckles.

And that was when I kissed her (everybody talks, everybody talks)

“I do not regret anything either—“ he cleared his throat, “In fact, I’d appreciate if we would be able to interact more, especially outside of that cesspit.”

Was he...?

It didn’t matter.

She smiled the same dazzling smile she gave him at the dance. She nodded while laughing, “I’d love that.”

Everybody talks

The two stay talking, hidden within their secret alcove for the rest of the day. She texted her parents to say she was with a friend and would be back later that night. Damian didn’t bother texting his family, Marinette knew he had to be back soon due to his dorm’s curfew.

The sun was setting at they walked back together, he did the gentlemanly thing and dropped her off at her bakery door. She could see her mother behind the register inconspicuously looking over at the two of them. Damian’s lips quirked upwards, she was satisfied with his kinda-smile.

He walked back, hands in pockets and a neutral expression upon his face instead of a scowl. He reached his door and took his keys, he found that it was already open. Damn.

His family was splayed out within his two roomed dorm. Todd and Drake were fighting over a place to sit on his bed, whilst his father sat at his desk, watching the commotion. The three of them turned to him as he enter the room, they were the only family members able to attend on short notice; Cain had a ballet audition, Gordon & Brown had concert tickets for tomorrow, Grayson had to take care of Mar’i while Kor’i was on Tamaran and Alfred stayed to ensure no one died during their night time activities.

“We need to talk Damian.” His father stood, leaning onto the desk chair. “The school called and said you had an unexcused absence for half the day. Where were you Damian?”

Damian stared into his father’s eyes. He was fifteen, almost an adult, but was treated like he was ten again.

“I was with a friend.”

“Probably the girl from the dance. Marinette, right?” Todd mocked him. Damian snapped his head in the direction of his bed, glaring at both his brothers.

“That’s what I want to talk about with you Damian. Now I don’t know her personally but from what we’ve discovered through our investigation we have some concerns. What’s happened Damian?”

The youngest Wayne’s glare shifted off of his brothers to the floor, and then finally to his father; his family sitting in wait for his answer. Straightening his posture, his shoulders clicked as he rolled then back. His statement’s tone was sure and steady, “Everybody talks father.”

Everybody talks... back

[luminecho]

tell us about the wolf game wolfie

[aggressive table slam stimming] OK SO THE WOLF GAME YEA YEA YEA? prepare to get infodumped on because you just unlocked my Backstory

wolfquest was a fuckin like,,, it was very different. back in Ye Olde Days of 2015. WQ 2.7 was brand new. I had seen the game floating around before and had watched some videos on it but never really got into it. Until,,, idk, suddenly I did? I think a specific YouTuber was who got me into it but. WQ may as well have been one of my first fandoms. and for a damn wildlife simulator game it,, really did have a fandom! I don't know how much of that fandom is still around anymore cause I've kinda lost touch with it (as far as I know it was mostly deviantart, amino, and on forums). but like.

god it's just so special to me. i have felt extremely close to wolves my whole life (i know now it's bc im kin lol) and you know wolves are like. a specific Niche of content. so I took what I could get. I played every wolf simulator I could get my hands on. I did a ton of roleplay.

and here comes WolfQuest. a game set in YELLOWSTONE NATIONAL FUCKING PARK aka That National Park That I Knew From All Those Wolf Documentaries I Watched Religiously. where you could! play as a wolf!! and CUSTOMIZE said wolf!! and raise PUPPIES!!! and people had full-on wolf pack LEGACIES where they'd play as a wolf and then play as that wolf's puppy and then play as THAT wolf's puppy and then just KEEP GOING. and that sounded SO FUN so i was like I NEED THIS GAME

so i got the mobile version on my phone and i played the demo and i was like. hmm. i wonder what i should name my wolf. and I debated between a few names, I think some were Eclipse (a long-term favorite of mine) and Whisper. but the one I ended up going with was Echo.

and I FELL IN LOVE with the game. because you know what the best thing about it was? it was a wilderness simulator that was EASY and had a PATTERN. once you master the game that's IT. you're SET. i could recite to you the exact steps you need to take and the exact order of all of the game's episodes/stages/events/etc. it got so easy that playing on the highest difficulty wasn't much of a challenge anymore once you remembered all the steps and patterns. trial and error throughout generations. i LOVED it. my autistic brain was ALL over that.

I'm going back to my notes (which I still have), and I played through TWELVE GENERATIONS of wolves. that's nothing compared to other people but it's still like. a lot. jhfwfkh. and there came a point where i grew kind of sick of the repetitiveness of singleplayer so i devoted my time to roleplaying in multiplayer instead

but like. i have this distinct memory. of just. sitting in front of a movie theatre and playing this game on my phone. whenever i had free time i would play wolfquest

and like,,,, i joined the wolfquest amino around the same time I joined the warrior cats one. back when amino was new. idek if people still use amino but. i joined it. and i met some FANTASTIC people, one of which i'm still in touch with!! but before I joined that community i didn't really have a set name I went by online. I just went by whatever my current username was. and I wasn't sure what to put as my username for that amino so I just went with the name that i called my wolf pack in the game. which was. the Echoing Sound pack.

you'll never guess what people started calling me

so i guess from then on Echoing Sound was just. my branding??? idk.

but yeah in like 2016 the WQ devs were like "we have a HOT NEW UPDATE coming in 2017 and it's gonna be Tower Fall! the next episode of the game!" and we were like "WWWOOUUWWHH" and we were so excited.

and then WQ was like "hey we have to delay this because we decided to actually uuuhhhh REMAKE THE ENTIRE GAME FROM THE GROUND UP"

and we went "holy fuck! ok! still excited tho!!!"

and now it's 2022 and the WQ only just recently finished the remake (anniversary edition) of the second episode and NOW, FINALLY, they're getting to work on Tower Fall.

and like,,,,,,,,,, I've been tracking this game's progress for as long as i've been ONLINE. so in a way it feels like i'm growing up with it??? in a way that i haven't experienced with many other games

idk idk idk i just. i just love it so much man. it's. it's a really pretty game. the graphics are fucking off the charts i mean LOOK AT IT. my poor laptop can barely run it JHSFHJGHEJK. AE isn't even out on mobile. you wanna know what the first thing i did when i got a computer was??? i bought wolfquest.

just. just. just. just. i love it.

and. and it's not the same as it used to be. ofc it's not. it's WAY WAY WAY harder and it's not as structured or formulaic and it gives you more freedom and it's,, admittedly a lottt more stressful so yeah i dont really play it much and i still haven't gotten very far in it and i probably never will because it's just. not my kind of game. anymore. but i love and adore and cherish it so much that i will always ALWAYS continue to just run around and play around with customization and just play as a wolf because it makes me so so sososososo happy. so. so happy.

uuuhhhh this infodump isnt organized at all cause im literally just. like. talking. and im not gonna edit this in the slightest but. yeah. yeah. i love it a lot ;-;

and i'm tacking this on at the end here but i was looking through the wolfquest tumblr tags and saw a couple posts tagged as wolfkin/therian and it just makes me happy to see that other ppl like me are finding the same kind of,, euphoria?? through playing this game. like. hsjfdwkjf. it really replicates something that you can't really find through anything else

and i could spout some poetic bullshit about how the game kinda represents the small joys of life as well as the tremendous hardships and like. it IS that but also tbh it really is just my gay little wolf game from my phone. Lobo From My Games if you will.... like it can be profound if you want it to be but it's just kinda special in that it doesn't really. have a plot. the plot is you're a wolf and you're living as a wolf and look!! you're going through life. you're experiencing life. as a wolf. as realistic as the devs can possibly make it whilst still being fun. haven't you always wanted that.

man.

(wolf.)

[221bshrlocked]

II. Overthinking

Pretend You Don’t See Her! Masterlist

Pairing: Mob!Sebastian x Reader

Words: 1288

Warnings: none so far I think

A/N: literally just wanted to write something short and sweet because of the fucking trailer and then I got an influx of messages and comments and asks telling me to make this series and I don’t do very well with peer pressure so I guess this will be a series and I hope y’all like. I stopped tagging people a while ago because they never worked and some people’s usernames just didn’t want to tag but since many of yall liked this, I’ll try and do the tagging again but only for this fic. Let me know if you want to be tagged in the masterlist post. Please like, reblog and comment :) thanks a lot my thirsty friends. Next author’s note will not be this long I promise.

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You woke up to the sound of laughter in the hallway, slowly getting up to look at the time. It was still too early to go to work so you decided to go back to sleep. As you laid back down and took a deep breath, you saw the chair next to your bed with a coat hanging on the back. Flashes of what happened last night flew through your mind and you jumped out of bed instantly, looking down at your clothes and sighing in relief when you saw you were still dressed in your uniform.

There was no one with you. But he was here. He came up and made sure you were calm. And you remembered how you asked him to stay until you slept and almost vomited because of the prospects of what could have happened. He was a stranger, a dangerous man, who you let inside your home without question. None of it made sense and you looked at the kitchen table and found the gun right next to your wallet.

But why was his coat still here? You reached out to grab it and stopped, afraid he’d somehow make an appearance and watch as you sniffed it. Wait, when did you decide you were going to sniff it?

As you took it off the chair, you couldn’t help but feel how heavy it was and knew that he probably forgot some things in his pockets. Reaching for the right pocket, your hand fished out a watch and when you took a good look at it, you knew it most likely cost more than the building you currently lived in. Placing it back where it belonged, you grabbed for the thing in the left pocket, eyes widening in horror when you took out everything inside it.

You couldn’t believe your eyes. There were so many hundreds in that coat and your heart almost gave out when you counted how much there actually was.

Four grand! This man decided to leave four grand in his coat, in your apartment, probably knowing how poor you were from the looks of the place. Your hands began to shake and you placed the money back in the coat quickly, afraid of where your mind might go. You didn’t want to be tempted. This wasn’t your money, even though he probably didn’t need any of this. You needed to return everything to him.

But where do you even begin to look for him? He didn’t tell you his name or anything. You did vaguely remember the assailant telling him he didn’t know you were with him. Maybe he was someone famous and you’ve just been living under a rock? Looking down at the heavy garment, you couldn’t stop yourself from pulling it to your nose and taking a deep breath, the scent of cologne shooting straight to your thalamus and making you shiver instantly.

God he smelled so damn good. You weren’t sure if this was just the brand he used or if it was mixed with his sweat as well.

But you could also smell the heavy smell of gunpowder and smoke and you pushed the black coat away before getting up and walking to the bathroom. You were about to enter when you spotted a note right next to your wallet. You immediately picked it up and were surprised to find what was written on it.

You read it at least ten more times on your way to work, refusing to believe that the number, let alone the little message at the bottom, were real or heartfelt. He barely met you so why would he even bother, especially with someone like you? Someone that had nothing to give back. Someone that was nothing.

What if he thought you could give yourself in exchange for his help?

You shook your head violently at the thought. He didn’t seem like the type of person who’d ask for something like that. He would have asked last night.

And where was this bar anyway? You’ve never heard of it before. Actually, that made more sense that what actually happened last night. He looked important so he must have worked in a high-end bar or something. Maybe he even knew the owner. After pulling up his number at least fifteen times, you decided you wouldn’t call him. Besides not knowing what you were supposed to say, you didn’t know if he was even serious.

You thought that maybe you’d go to the bar after your shift to give him his stuff but you then chickened out. What if he misunderstood you? What if he thought you just wanted him for his money? Or that you were one of those clingy women who misunderstood his intentions? No, this wasn’t going to happen. Not today. Not this week even.

On the other side of town, the bar was buzzing with energy. Everyone seemed to be doing their own thing in their corner.

Except Sebastian.

Sebastian couldn’t get any sleep, not because he knew trouble would come because news sure traveled fast in that neighborhood and the asshole of a man was definitely going to come knocking. But he just couldn’t get you out of his mind, not your sweet and soft breaths as you slept through a tough night or how soft the skin of your neck felt under his touch. God what he’d give to just see you again for a second.

But he couldn’t risk getting you involved in his line of work. You already had enough to deal with and he hoped being seen with you wouldn’t cause trouble as is. So he sulked in the corner, refusing to talk with the customers and the parties walking into his lounge.

Everyone noticed his sour mood and after a few of his men asking him if he needed anything, he aggressively pushed his chair back and went to his office, not wanting to cause a problem in his own place. He regretted that decision after a few minutes though because all he could think about was going to your diner or maybe waiting in front of your building to look at you one more time. He’d sworn off women all together and he thought he wouldn’t be tempted again.

But you were such a breath of fresh air, somehow seeing through his mask and breaking down all of his walls in the span of a night.

Yeah he had it bad.

And what’s worse was that he never got your name. He really thought you would have called him by now, maybe asking him where he is and if you could come and see him.

But nothing.

It occurred to him that maybe you wouldn’t have called because you didn’t want to tell him you needed the money and that you’d spent it all and needed more or something like that.

So he stayed in his office for the rest of the night, not bothering to leave even when one of his men came and told him some patrons wanted to sit down with him. He told him no one should disturb him again or someone was going to get shot. It was all what was needed to get some peace of mind for the night.

Walking to his couch, he laid on it to get an hour or two in before his next business deal. But every time Sebastian shut his eyes, he could see her bright and shy eyes meeting his gaze and he let his mind roam with the thoughts of her, hoping that her pretty face could somehow lull him to sleep.

And within minutes, it did.

And he dreamt of her soft skin and dizzying scent.

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[woozi]

the thirst tweets yza 😭😭😭 i cannot. as much as fun this was, we were so close to getting jaebs with cats <//3

headlocking sk 😭😭 DJJDSKSK i would stand there like wonu clapping in the soop, for you <3. it's hindi ( actually it's my 2nd language but i speak in it the most w ppl outside of family djdjdjk ) my mother tongue is almost dwording djdjdkdk </3 i think im last gen who still speaks it, kids these days only know hindi or english.

ALSO!!! the footwork in senses choreo???? i liked it sm <3 yugyeom makes it look so easy to move like that?!?

same jdjdkddk godddd sometimes it takes a month to complete a drama which i like and started on my own will and sometimes it only takes 3 days. it doesn't matter how much i love something if i won't watch it, then I won't watch or consume it at all 💀.

ohhh, i've known jamie as an after school club mc first and singer second. like there was this time i was suddenly obsessed w eric nam's before we begin album i think around that time i first listened to one or two songs of jamie ( it was all spotify's doing jddjks) but then i forgot abt both and went back to listening to my regular ones. honestly i feel like i've gotten to know and appreciate jype artists ( those i know ) more, only after they've changed agencies it could just be me or my timing tho djdjdjh. have you listened to hanbin's solo album? honestly it's been no.1 album from 1st half of 2021 for me. i was not even looking forward to it or even knew djdjsk but i'm so glad i did i really like the songs & lyrics.

almost whatever jackson has released after mirrors has been to my taste leaving few bsides here and there. i love lmly <3 idk why for some reason i tend to mix pretty please and lmly up a lot djdjsk maybe it's bc of white tee and jeans. both mvs concept and songs are fantastic but if i have to pick one w/ mv & only considering the song, i do love lmly a little bit more then pretty please. wbu? <3

mark kept saying ' when we go back ' during the live so i got more confused each time, went on twt and got to know djdjdk. twt list of both svt & got7 of update accounts is like my newspaper, in free time i open it to see what is going on, sometimes jdjddk.

and of course i know abt woozi's cover <3 i've listened to it a lot jdjdksk he's so <//3

i could listen to his voice all day.

there is one cover of 10 cm hoshi dropped last year i like it sm <3 it made me so happy!!, around that i was obsessed with some of 10 cm's songs. help is one of my most favorite.

i really really wish for dokyeom to cover more day6 songs or just any songs </3 would really appreciate one from mr. joshu_acoustic too 😿.

did you see the way dokyeom woke up with a smile on his face in 5th in the sopp ep <//3 he's so precious 😭 (i'll try to link next time idk links go through asks tho djjddj sometimes tumblr eats it up). i don't even know what a smile is for first 2 hours after i've woken up. also i think i like this (sk coming and karaoke one - 5th) ep a lil more bc of that half minute of singer cheol it served us. i need him to sing more omg <//3

the soop song tho it's so sweet 😭💕. i love love how they brainstorm and make songs it's such an interesting process. i love what going seventeen is now but i miss watching the song making & recording process (even rho they do show it in inse after cb but jdjdks). the one where they made gose song, recorded it and made choreo/mv i love. it's still remains as one of my most favorite ep. they compose & write songs so smoothly & make it look so effortless <3

thank you for letting me ramble abt silly little things and responding to them, yza <3 love hanging out w/ you. i hope you're also having fun djjddj (i'll try to keep these short fr 😭 djdkdk i feel a bit bad for making you read so much nonsense :3)

take care of yourself, yza <3 sending good week wishes. - 🪂🪂🪂

I STILL CAN'T BELIEVE I GOT TO SEE JAEBEOM READ THIRST TWEETS BEFORE MY VERY EYES WHICH ALTERNATE AU IS THIS 😭

also mood tbh we could've gotten something like jacks' puppy vid </3

LIKE WONU CLAPPING FJKDJKFDJFD in true infj fashion <3 wait naurr that's so sad </3 do they not teach it in schools?

ALSO YES OH MY GODDDDDDDDD house king show us ur fancy moves <3 as a fellow dancer i am throwing him my shoe rn <3 also i literally have never seen smth like this in kpop how did people fucking sleep on this icb it..

I FULLY RELATE HELLO????????????????? what dramas have u been watching? and which genres are u into? <3 i also just finished vincenzo today it was so good 😭 took me like.. a week, i think (?), though bc svt has SO MUCH content and i dont like being behind on svt shit esp bc i also run an update blog lmaooo 😭

WAIT I FORGOT SHE ALSO DID EMCEEING 😭 she's such a fun person </3 AND ERIC NAM FDKJDFJK i have one-sided beef w him lmao when he was still new to the scene he would reply to everyone's @s but he never replied to me so i felt v .. </3 (also this is what.. 13 year old me speaking so this def does not reflect how i feel abt him now JKJKFJKDFF) i also get that </3 i feel like jype doesn't manage them well (i dont know shit behind the scenes and shit abt the industry in-depth but u know... it Kind Of Shows esp w how the artists themselves speak abt the agency lol). and i have not!! i am truly a svtpoppie 😭 i will though bc u recommended it to me <3 i also have been seeing him frequently on tiktok lol, ALSO BC OF LEE HI!!

honestly i haven't been keeping up w his albums anymore just the title tracks so i cant say much 😭 i also def prefer lmly over pretty please i was actually obsessed w it for a while!! i love jackson's vision so much though, the cinematography is EVERYTHING

literally reading abt what our boys have been up to like reading the morning paper KJDSFKJDSJKSJKD

V GOOD FOR U TO HAVE COME ACROSS THE COVER... I JUST DISCOVERED IT BY ACCIDENT 😭 also i have to agree although i definitely do not want to admit that i am more than willing to listen to some man sing to me all day 😭😭😭😭😭 jihoon's voice is just... different to me for some reason. i have a hard time picking between him & seokmin tbh </3 hbu, who's ur fave svt vocalist?

ALSO YES THAT WAS SO CUTE OF HIM!! AND V ON BRAND TOO </3 the way u listen to 10cm..... im giving u an award rn <3 im guessing you listen to k-indie too?

DK THOUGH... I'M VERY MUCH WILLING TO ADMIT THAT I'D LISTEN TO HIM ALL DAY.... something about him... AND NOT THE JOSHU_ACOUSTIC FJDJFDJKFD 😭😭😭 i hate his username so much- why... WHY...

I DID!!!!!!!!! and i was so surprised too bc.. who wakes up smiling?????? what'd he dream of???????????? he's such a happy person i cant imagine what thats like 😭 the first thing i do when i wake up is make the >:| face JFJKFDKJFD also oh my god i just read that you're experiencing the same thing 😭😭 bestie trait!! KJJKFDKJFD ALSO YOU COULDN'T BE MORE RIGHT?????????? im always campaigning for vocalist coups im SOOO glad u feel the same way <3 his voice is just so comforting to me </3 idk i just really like his timbre

and v true omg i'm always fascinated to see how they actually work all this out!! the bts recording/choreo making vids are also my favorite gfkjdfkjdfj HOW ARE WE SO SIMILAR WE MIGHT AS WELL BE THE SAME PERSON 😭also jihoon in that gose behind vid........... in universe factory............... i still think about that Look from time to time... 😭this is also why i respect the boys sm tbh. everyone in the industry undeniably works so hard but to actually get this much creative freedom and to basically lead the group and their direction music and performance-wise is so insane to me... no wonder jihoon's always in his studio. i couldnt be happier that they get to live off of doing what they like im also so so proud of them they must work so hard <3 esp w all the content they're giving us.. icb it's always like this in caratland im so used to being an ahgase that gets like.... 1 cb a year😭

AND NOOO OMG DON'T BE SORRY I REALLY LOOOVE GETTING UR MESSAGES </3 and i love how lengthy they are makes me feel like ur just not making small talk (i hate small talk sm 😭) and that you're actually interested <3 i genuinely love bonding w u through these little asks i can never thank u enough for sending them <3 i hope ur having a lovely week as well!! u can always talk to me even if it's not kpop related and u just want to talk abt life or when u need some cheering up <3

[pumpkinland]

tag (sort of) by @insilenceweyearn :)

Name/Nickname: Jowee/JoJo

Gender: Agender

Star Sign: Cancer :/ (but I'm a Taurus moon and I identify way more with that)

Height: 5'2"/158 cm

Time: 2 pm

Birthday: July 16

Favourite Bands/Groups: Franz Ferdinand, Of Monsters and Men, The Fratellis, Queens of the Stone Age, Soundgarden, Florence + the Machine, Led Zeppelin

Favourite Solo Artists: Kesha, Rihanna, Lil Nas X, Lady Gaga, Beck, Elton John 🙈

Song stuck in my head: "Bohemian Like You" by The Dandy Warhols and it's been stuck in my head for over a week

Last movie: .......Flushed Away. Fuck you for making me admit this. I literally watched it last night

Last show: I can't remember if it was Trailer Park Boys or Doctor Who tbh. I just watch whatever my dad puts on tv and I'm fine with either of those

When did I create this blog:  This one was June 2018

What do I post: Whatever I want babey this particular blog is specifically for me :) But mainly: shitposts/memes, general complaints about my life that aren't always specific but I don't want to burden people with irl, sometimes fandom content for stuff I like which is usually JoJo or Hetalia, current events sometimes

Last thing I googled: The timing of this is horrible. The last thing I googled was about artist jobs in the UK and how to get them. Fuck you

Other blogs: @trixstery, @sims4talia, @trixsteryhollow

Do I get asks: Only from people who don't like me, usually

Why did I choose this url: I wanted a username that I wasn't going to change every few months when I found a new interest so I wanted something that described me personally, but I also wanted a username that was unappealing enough that I'd never want to brand myself professionally with it (like I do with trixstery) so I could keep this as my private little shitty blog no one cares about. So it's obviously just my Hogwarts house. Because while I'm a Ravenclaw I'd never want to use this name for something I cared about

Following: 117

Followers: 46

Average hours of sleep: usually about 8 or 9 if I haven't gotten hyperfixated on something that makes me misguidedly question how much sleep I "really" need

Instruments: In my life I've played viola, piano, and guitar, but I've since forgotten all of those skills. Every so often I attempt to re-learn guitar but usually don't get very far

What I am wearing: A nightshirt leave me alone its Saturday

Dream job: Character designer......... well that's my realistic dream job

Dream trip: Iceland!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Favourite food: Alright bud........ I never know what it is..... so I'm gonna say soup..... because I want to eat soup all day every day..... what kind? So many babey...

Nationality: American :(   (for now)

Favourite song: I got distracted for an hour when I got to this question. I'm not joking

Last book I read: I honestly can't remember so instead I'll tell you the next book I want to read which is I want to re-read The Hobbit bc it's my fav

Three fictional universes you’d like to live in: JoJo, Sugar Rush from Wreck-It Ralph (fuck off I would love to be a little candy racer in a video game) aaaand... maybe Star Trek???? idk it was hard to think of universes that wouldn't be objectively terrible

i am going to tag @actuallyaltaria, @avicarion, @blowmymongrelmind, @smoldragonborn, and @officialgiorno but none of you have to do it if you don't want to :)

[sennextheassasinkingoflight]

Red Pens and Keyboards

For those of you who prefer this format to having to click a link and go to Ao3.  Cursed Coffee Shop AU. Lancewain Rated T for minor swearing and suggestive themes.  Summary: Lancelot is a new writer. Gawain is his editor. They meet outside the office for once at a nook in the wall coffee shop. A little bit of chaos ensues. Percival is the the one with the relationship knowledge in this one. His dad needs to ask Lancelot out already. 

Lancelot ran. He was fucked. This was the third time in as many weeks he had been late for meeting his editor. It hadn’t been a common occurrence until lately. For months he had been on time, but the last few weeks he’d been feeling increasingly more inspired and had been staying up later and later to write. That was in his opinion a valid reason for being late of course. He had overslept. Again. He was currently working fulltime and then some during the day and when he returned home at night he wrote. Last night he had been especially inspired, the same way he had been the last three times he’d been meant to meet with Gawain. He didn’t think too deeply as to why the inspiration was linked to these nights, but he certainly would not push it away. 

He jumped over a large puddle in the middle of the sidewalk and nearly slipped. Righting himself he carried on, satchel thrown over his shoulder and nose tucked into his greying scarf. Grimacing he hoped that the rain wouldn't ruin the manuscript and his laptop. He’d forgotten his umbrella because of course he did. He ducked around the corner and, avoiding the drip edge of the shop roofs, bolted towards the coffee shop at the end of the block. The problem, he mused, with being a brand new and unknown author is that it didn’t provide an income that was live able. He had self published and had a meager following. Then one day a man had called and offered to take him on Pro Bono. It was a risky move for Gawain to have taken and Lancelot was certain this would be the last straw. Stopping outside Nemos he gathered himself, rain splashing on his face. He looked through the water speckled window for the brown haired man. He couldn't help but smile to himself when he saw him tucked in the back corner table. Gawain was well put together and wearing that green sweater that absolutely did not highlight his eyes or make him look a hundred times more attractive. Lancelot blushed to himself and shook his head. He was half an hour late and looked like shit in comparison. He had thrown his hair hastily into a bun, and knew he had circles that rivaled a raccoon's mask ringing his eyes. Taking a breath and setting his features to polite indifference he entered the store with his shoulders squared. If he was going to lose this gig, better do it with dignity. He approached the table where Gawain was tapping away on his laptop. Swallowing he opened his mouth to speak. Gawain, of course, chose that moment to make eye contact with him and smile. The words died in his suddenly very dry throat. His composure breaks just a touch with it. “Over sleep again?” “Uhm.” He sounded very dumb but Gawain just laughed. “The writing bug got you last night, then?” “Definitely.” He said sitting in the adjacent chair. Why wasn’t he getting his ass chewed?  “I apologize. I’ve wasted your time.” “Nonsense. It happens when one works in our business. I can edit just as well here as my office so I’ve been working. Besides, you're my only meeting today.” The editor said putting his laptop aside. “Did you bring the printed version for me?” “Just like you asked.” “Very good, go grab some coffee so you look like you could use it.”  Lancelot nodded and left the table as Gawain set to work with his pen. He wondered if the man knew how adorable he was with his face screwed up in concentration, pen resting idly against his very kissable lips. Lancelot rubbed his face. He really needed some caffeine. That was his editor. Nothing more. Despite his serious caffeine addiction, Lancelot did not drink coffee. Tea and energy drinks were his go to, and this being a coffee shop changed nothing. He ordered a hot extra strong, meaning very bitter, black tea. He couldn’t be bothered to care what kind, or brand, only that it was strong. He rubbed his numb fingers together in a poor attempt to regain blood flow. It stung when he was handed the almost too hot cup of tea. He lifted it to his lips and thought better of it. He did not need to scald his tongue and make a fool of himself. The embarrassment of being late was enough. Turning back towards the table he stopped. There was a young boy engaged in conversation with Gawain. He recognized him from the photos in his office. The office that they currently were not meeting in. He brushed the thought aside to be evaluated at a later time and worked his way back to the couple. “How much longer?” The boy asks as though it’s an innocent question. “You’ve got somewhere to be?” Gawain is far from moved by the question, eyes barely leaving the papers in front of him. “No, but I'm bored.” He stretches the “r” and lands hard on the “d”as if to emphasize his point. “You asked to come with me Percival.” And that must be Gawain's dad voice, because the man sounds about as done as done can be with this line of conversation. At least he assumes he's the boy's father. “I know. But really this place is bloody awful, it smells like burnt coffee.” If one's voice could sound like an eye roll that was definitely it. “Percival!” Even Lancelot straightens his spine at the stern tone. “Sorry.” He wants to laugh, the boy isn’t wrong so he bites his lip and smiles, tucking his nose back into his scarf. Quietly so as not to interrupt the conversation, but definitely noticed he sets his drink down and pulls his laptop out. They have a system, Gawain edits, he writes, then he makes those edits on the digital copy. But Gawain likes him to be present for the editing, which is why they go chapter by chapter. He promises that he will read it all at once when it's finished as a final edit and continuity check and that's good enough for Lance. He isn’t the editor after all.  Gawain sighs and it brings him from his thoughts. He looks up from the login screen he's been staring at. He should do that eventually. “Lancelot, this is Percival, Percival meet Lancelot.” “Nice to meet you.” He holds out his hand and the boy takes it politely. “You're sure this isn’t a date? Because you never meet people outside your office.”  Lancelot feels his face burn and pointedly doesn’t look at Gawain. That is definitely interesting knowledge to possess. The silence that follows lasts a beat or three to long. “I am technically working. And for the record Percival, dates don’t always occur by going out .  Now, we have work to do, so here is my laptop, you know the rules, fix your boredom.” The boy rolls his eyes and takes the offered electronic. “Sorry about that.” Gawain murmurs halfheartedly, eyes cast at the manuscript before him, pen twirling in his fingers, and face unmistakably flushed. “That's alright. He’s your son, right?” “Adopted, yes. His parents were good friends of mine.” “I’m sorry.” “Thank you. He seems to be adjusting well.” He tracks Gawain's gaze to the dirty blond boy and smiles. “He seems like a spit fire.” “He is. With a foul tongue at that.”  They share a laugh over it. Lancelot changes the subject after. He’s a little unsure where the boundaries are and decides to play it safe by speaking about work. “There's two chapters there… I managed a full chapter last night, and then some.” “That's impressive. How much sleep did you end up getting then?” “Uhm… I think four hours or so.”  He squirms under the scrutiny of Gawain's gaze, and withers at the deadpan admonishment that he receives. “It's a wonder your heart doesn’t give out, between your caffeine addiction and lack of sleep.” He nods. There isn’t an argument in his favor. Swallowing he starts again, “If we don’t get through it all that's fine. I just figured I would bring it since I have it.” “I’m grateful you did. One chapter never seems quiet enough. Reminds me of some of the stories I read online. I may be an editor, but I am highly impatient when it comes to stories I enjoy.” “Online, as in self published stuff? Or… fanfiction?”  Gawain tilts his head and smirks, “Both.” “Oh my god. Is that how you found me?”  He panics, heart racing in his chest as he thinks about everything he's ever posted. Maybe his pseudonyms hadn’t been different enough if Gawain had found him. Or maybe he hadn’t put it together that the Weeping Monk and The Gray Monk were the same writer. Even when he had self published he hadn’t had the courage to do so under his real name, more accustomed to running around with usernames and gamer tags. “You did self publish via Amazon. And I am always looking for good writers, Monk.” He wants to die. He can feel the burn of embarrassment spread up his neck and slither across his cheeks. He doesn’t know if Gawain knows but that doesn’t stop his brain from running down every possibility in 10 seconds flat. And if he didn’t put it together he sure as hell could now. He’d as good as admitted that he writes for fandoms. Gawain takes mercy on him and chuckles lightly before turning back to his work. Horrified, Lancelot takes a long drink from his still too hot, very bitter tea. Today has been insane and it's only 9:56. He needs to go back to bed. He licks his lips and turns to his laptop. He needs to write. He’s certain that if he can just bury himself in the world he has created for long enough the embarrassment and stray thoughts about asking Gawain out will leave him alone. With some effort he manages to zone out of the coffee shop around them, the sounds and smells fading into the background. His tea goes cold while he works. Patrons have begun flooding the shop for the lunch rush and he doesn't notice it, nor does he notice the muffin that's sitting beside him now. What he does notice is that his character's love interest is starting to resemble his own quiet vividly. Angrily he highlights the section and deletes it with a growl. Can’t have that. What would Gawain think? He has no idea what Gawain's preference is, and the other man hasn’t given much in the way of indication in the matter… not that Lancelot is great at picking up on it anyways. He starts the section over. He focuses on the click clack of his keyboard and writes Gavin slightly differently. It’s not working and he sighs defeated. He should really change the name too. This is his introduction chapter. Gawain hasn’t seen it. There's still time. He’s about to stand and stretch, take a drink of his tea and ask about Gawain's progress when all movement in Nemos stops. “ Why do they have a magic portal in the bathtub? ” Gawain's shocked tone is loud enough that he recoils away from it. He makes eye contact and sucks in a breath. Have Gawain's eyes always been this green? They are shiny with water. Was he going to cry? Laugh? Wait there was a question he was probably supposed to answer. “Uh, comedy? Magic?”  Gawain actually glares at him, and he takes a slow measured drink from very cold tea. That was apparently very much not the right answer. He swallows with difficulty, because how can those eyes be this distracting right now. He ignores the spike of arousal it sends down his spine. Nope. This is very much not the correct environment for this. He looks around the room casually. “Lancelot?” “I wrote myself into a corner and needed a convenient way for my protagonist to escape. It seemed clever when I wrote it. Apparently not.” He shrugs and turns back to his laptop. “I can fix it later, when I have more sleep in my system.” “I, no. I,” Gawain reaches across the table and grabs his wrist. He looks up at the man, hurt must be written on his face, because Gawain frowns at him. “I think it’s brilliant and very funny. I just was so unprepared for it. The rest of the book has been so serious and the magic has been all designed for the purposes of combat. I’m concerned you’ll need to go back and fix that or offer an explanation in the following chapters.— “ Gawain's hand is surprisingly calloused and very warm against his own inherently cool skin. He tries not to focus on the point of contact but can't help it. He desperately wants to turn his hand over and hold the others more correctly. He knows Gawain is telling him something important but he can't seem to get his mind to follow what's being said. The contact is a bit much, more than he has had in some time and he is loath to do anything that might break it; so, he nods hoping that it's sufficient for whatever Gawain has just asked. He knows his throat won't push out the air required for speech, even if he willed it with all his being. He tilts his head and licks his lips and gets lost in Gawain's gaze. He has no idea at all what is being said now and can’t seem to get his mind to focus. Percivals' voice is what finally gets his attention. The boy is all attitude when he speaks. “Not a date? You two look like you should be kissing each other senseless. Holding hands and all. You're so embarrassing Gawain. Can I have the power cord, it's been hours and the damn thing is going to die.” Slowly he comes back to himself and glances down at his arm. Gawain rubs his thumb over the skin on the back of his wrist, exposed from removing his jacket at some point, and then pulls away. “If you ask politely.”  Gawain says, unfazed save for the slight pink tinging his neck. “Fine, Can I please have the power cord for the laptop, Gawain?” The boy says rolling his eyes and giving a full body shrug. It’s not polite but Gawain's eyes are full of amusement as he digs in his bag for the cord. “Alright, here.” Gawain hands it over, from the depths of his bag. Gawain watches the boy go, and turns back ready to say something but Lancelot is quicker. “Whose muffin?” “Oh, huh, uh  yours if you want it. I got one for Percival and I a bit ago and figured you hadn’t eaten.” Gawain laughs out sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck. “Oh, uh, you guessed correctly. Thank you.” He pulls the muffin closer with an awkward smile. “Don’t mention it. I was happy too. Though I wasn’t sure what kind you liked, so I went with lemon. I thought it might compliment the tea.”  He follows the casual gesture with his eyes, and flicks them back to the others face. “It’s one of my preferences. You guessed correctly. You seem to be on a streak for that today.” “That’s good.” Gawain says with a wry smile, all his confidence seeming to leave in an instant. Lancelot frowns. He doesn’t think anything he said should have that kind of effect. He tears a piece off of the muffin and chews it slowly, noting the way Gawain tracks the movement. Feeling a little like prey under the others gaze he manages a weak, “You didn’t poison it did you. I mean if my writing is that bad…” He trails off as the other snorts. Good, this is better. He doesn’t like it when Gawain frowns; it doesn’t suit him at all, and he definitely has too many lines from doing it too often. Gawain shakes his head and smiles at him. “Nothing of the sort. I enjoy the eccentricities of it. I was just thinking…” “About?” He takes another bite to fill the silence, and again Gawain tracks the movement and suddenly Lancelot thinks that he wasn’t wrong about the times he glanced up and thought he’d been being watched. It had happened a lot in the office, but more today. “If I’m three for three.” “That depends on what you're guessing.”  He shrugs and takes a drink of tea, grimaces from the bitterness. Cold tea always seems more bitter to him than it does when it's hot. He waits patiently for Gawain to supply his guess. The man's face changes emotions several times in the process. He opens his mouth and closes it several times, frowning and then focusing, like a fish out of water. He’s finished both his muffin and his tea by the time Gawain finally say’s what it is he wants to say. “I’m guessing that if I asked you out you’d say yes.”  Gawain stares him down, and Lancelot for his part does not let his emotions get the better of him. He keeps his face stoic and posture rigid. “That depends.”  Gawain swallows and he follows the bob of his Adam's apple with hungry eyes. Lets them linger at Gawain's collar for a moment and then brings them slowly back to his eyes, lingering on his lips momentarily; predatory where before he had been prey. “On?” Gawain asks a waver in his voice. “If you’ll make me breakfast.”  No one said he was good at flirting. “I think I can arrange that. Someone has to make sure you eat more than caffeine and sugar.” Amusement sparkles in his eyes. “Hmmm…. I think that depends on if you like me as a member of the undead or not.” “Being dead could have some, how shall we say, negative effects.” The suggestively raised eyebrow does it for Lancelot. He feels his composure fracture as he hangs his head and laughs. Any chance of continuing their work is gone with it, lost in the early afternoon chaos of their favorite coffee shop.

[i-am-parsec]

                                                                                                              11/02/2020

Hey, so...I had a bit of a crisis a couple days ago and now I’m here, writing again. I think I can still picture your smug look whenever I’d admit I was “wrong”, even if my memory is very unreliable these days, I can still see it and I know for a fact that’s the look you’re giving me right now. You little shit.

Um, they are probably not gonna like reading that. They don’t like it when I “pretend I can actually communicate with my missing, most likely already dead ex husband”. Weird, right? Like I don’t see how that would disturb them, ha.

I suppose I now should explain to you who “they” are. I’m talking about my doctors, Dr. Richard Willson and Dr. Alexandra Freias, who, little fun fact, my sister hired solely on the basis of her being 1. A woman and 2. Latina. I guess she thought I’d “bond” better with someone who looked more like, but the funny bit is that Dr. Freias’ mother is Russian and she looks like a photocopy of her mother. What I’m trying is that, not only was my sister’s idea dumb, she also did a terrible job at executing it because my doctor looks white as hell. She is nice, though, and I’m grateful about that. And no, Dr. Freias, I am not writing that just so you’ll forgive me for destroying your brand new phone yesterday but yes, I am very sorry about that, or at least as sorry as I can be these days and I promise my dumb sister will replace it as soon as possible.

I’m gonna have to get used to the idea of these letters having a bigger audience than before. In the sake of my little agreement with my lovely health professionals, I’ll be open and honest and admit...I don’t like it, it makes me uncomfortable to share this, my only safe space, with people who are basically strangers to me, but I am aware this decision was taken for the sake of everyone's peace of mind. When I’m writing, I’m focused, more relaxed, less prone to spiral down after Dr. Willson gives me a mocking look and sighs at the mention of your name, Chase, so this is a good thing: I get to talk to you and my doctors get a bit of insight on what’s going on inside my mind without me losing my shit and breaking everything around me, something they claim to desperately need.

I am a woman of my word, so I will continue this little daily exercise if that is what everyone thinks is best for me, even if I can’t help but laugh at the idea that this might give them any kind of extra data about me or you or anything related to this mess our lives have been for the past couple of years. I’ve already told them everything, from the very beginning. They refuse to listen, I refuse to give in and spew the nonsense they are trying to feed me instead of the truth I already know, then we all get frustrated and eventually...we start the cycle again. Circles, we are just going on and on in these fucking circles and it does annoy me, but I guess I have accepted it to a certain degree - I’m stuck. This is my life now, an eternal retelling of the hell I’m trapped into, while being trapped within said hell. 

I am lost here, Chase, lost and blind. But I keep moving, even if I know how it is all going to end, I still walk. I walk towards you, mi amor. You are my North, my compass in a world without poles, paths or direction. Ever since we were kids I’ve been doing that. You gave me purpose in a pointless world, a home in a deserted land, a glimmer of Hope among absolute darkness...so I’ll do my part, I’ll take my medicine, I’ll go to my appointments, I’ll write my letters. I’ll be good, I swear, for you, for the kids, for my sister - who bends over and backwards for me, even if I can’t seem to forgive her-, hell, even for my doctors, who refuse to actually listen to me but also refuse to give up.

Oh, before I go, in case you were wondering why I had the mental breakdown: I was telling the doctors about our wedding and it hit me that it was the 31st. I got quiet for a second, a bit teary and informed them that that day would have been our ten year anniversary. I laughed when Dr. Freias pointed out that we got married on Halloween and told her it was on purpose, that you love this holiday so much that you begged me for months to let you proclaim your undying love for me in front of our few friends, both of us being in full costume in our tiny backyard.

That’s when it all went sideways. “Undying love”. Dr. Willson just had to remind me with a smirk that we are divorced. I would like to explain in more detail what happened after that but truth be told, I don’t know. Last thing I remember was staring at him, my whole body shaking and then, dropping under water. It's a familiar sensation by now, but it never gets less disturbing or less violating. When I was back in control of my body, the room was a mess, I had three men holding me down and Dr. Willson’s forehead was bleeding.

I do not forgive him for the unnecessary remark about my civil status but I do regret, greatly, ever hurting him and I appreciate him not quitting. I don’t know why he wouldn't, I’m just glad I don’t have to deal with a new smug asshole who thinks they have the right pill and therapy combination to fix my unfixable brain. At this point in my life, I will always rather stick with the devil I know than the devil I don’t, and besides, Richard is no devil. I should know.

It’s late now, almost 8, so I’ll send this to Dr. Freias and be on my way to bed. See you there, my love.

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Link to all the chapters in chronological order, here. Link to the last chapter, if you can even call it that, here.

Well. Here’s the thing. I am too broke for therapy and too uninspired to write anything original that could probably be more nurturing to my soul than a fanfic that I started 2 years ago...so I’m here, back to my bullshit. And also, Sean is finally dropping some new crispy fresh ego content so I guess...I’m doing this. I’ll be posting daily, the quality will be shit, there might be no actual progress to the plot and it is going to be mainly me just using Stacy to vent. I have little to nothing going on in my life right now, and I vaguely remember I used to get joy from writing so in order to get even the slightest bit of serotonin, I set myself the goal of writing everyday, no word minimum or special prompt in mind, I’m just going to write, and if it’s good, great and if nobody reads, fine. I’m just trying to get back whatever pieces of myself I can find, which I think is a feeling this character can very much relate to. That might be why I’m returning to her.

Or maybe it’s the fact that I was very invested in her before I fell in love and then I was so engrossed in my relationship that I completely forgot about her and then I had my heart broken in a million tiny pieces, losing any kind of sense of self or purpose in life and now, almost six months after my first real breakup, I’m trying to rebuild myself and I secretly hope that going back to Stacy, a character that was very dear to me, I can find whatever it is that I’m looking for. Maybe, but who’s to say?

Anyway, if you read all of that bullshit (and I mean the whole post, not just my after-chapter ranting), I feel like I owe you some kind of reimbursement for emotional damages. Sadly, I’m poor, so all I can offer you are memes. You can slide on my DMs for your payment of memes. Do not feel the need to ask me how I’m doing, I am doing Fine...in the sense of I will not be yeeting myself from a rooftop any time soon, no matter how sad I might sound, I’m just a whiny bitch using writing as a coping mechanism. I’m okay, like not really, super mega hyper ok but I’m ok. If you’re concerned, I appreciate you but don’t be. I’m writing to deal with my feelings, that’s like, healthy, right? So yeah, we good. 

see u tomorrow

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[phoenixkaizen]

It’s On

Summary: So I went to tumblr and asked (begged xD) for prompts. This one I recieved from itsthefandommash (I love this username, I sang Monster Mash with fandom in my head) which as Erasermic with a simple prank war, like putting flour in a hairdryer. The second the words, "It's on." left Shouta's mouth, Hizashi knew he screwed up. Or how Hizashi started a prank war with his husband and somehow Class 1-A gets to witness it all. Author's Note: So this was really fun to write. I've had a bad case of writer's block with I Want It That Way (which is very infuriating) and hit up tumblr for prompts of fluff and not angst. I write so much angst. I'm actually really open to prompts, I do pretty much anything. (NSFW usually has to fall under what person I have for bottom/top or I just can't bring myself to write it.) But like I need more fluff in my life and can never come up with anything xD So anyway on with the fic.

Hizashi Yamada poked his head into Class 1-A's homeroom, double checking to make sure the coast was clear. The curious eyes of Shouta's students watched his movements as he grinned and entered the room. Rushing over to the closest, he grabbed out a ladder and set it up at the door. Chuckling to himself, he reached back out into hall and grabbed his bucket that was full of water and glitter. "Mic-sensei, what are you doing?" Kirishima questioned, watching the Voice hero. Hizashi looked over his shoulder and threw a smile to the boy. "Just pulling a little prank is all." He stated. Climbing up the ladder, he connected a string to the handle and carefully placed the bucket on the edge of the frame. Carefully pulling his hands away, he smirked as it stayed. The sound of footsteps in the hall caught his attention, he clambered off the ladder and rushed it back to the closest. Letting out a small chuckle, he took a seat at Shouta's desk and waited. "I don't think this is such a good idea, Mic-sensei. Ribbit." Asui muttered. Hizashi didn't get to reply as the door slowly slid open. Shouta stepped into the room. The class held their breath in anticipation. Most of them ready to watch Shouta jump out of the way. The Erasure hero let out a loud gasp and the water and glitter mixture fell on his head and down his body. Completely soaking his hair and top half of his hero costume. "What the actual fuck?!" Shouta hissed, his quirk activating as he looked around the class. He stopped at the pure terror written on his student's faces before a fit of giggles filled his ears that belonged to someone he was very much knew of. Shouta peered over his shoulder, his eyes narrowing on Hizashi. The look only caused Hizashi to go into a louder set of laughter. "The look on your face." Hizashi said through heaves as he tried to catch his breath. "Oh my god. That was priceless." The blonde's laughter ceased to exist as a small smirk came to Shouta's face and a familiar glint in his eye. The second the words, "It's on." left Shouta's mouth, Hizashi knew he screwed up. x Shouta growled for probably the hundredth time as he scrubbed at his skin and hair in attempt to get the vile glitter off of him. Water would be one thing but glitter? Did Hizashi not realize how incredibly annoying it is to try and get glitter out of hair. It sure didn't help Shouta's case that his hair happened to be black and glitter shows up best on black. Growling in frustation, Shouta turned off the tap and grabbed the nearest towel. Cursing to himself as a shampoo bottle fell off the side, he leaned down to grab it. He stopped as he realized it was Hizashi's very stupidly expensive shampoo. The bottle was completely full so Shouta knew it was brand new. Looking into the trash can, he spotted the old bottle and swiped it up. Payback time. Jumping out of the shower completely, he quickly threw on his clothes and marched his way into the kitchen. Pulling on one of the drawers, he pulled out a funnel. He went quick to work. Unscrewing the lid, he put it to the side and opened up the cabinet above his head. He grabbed one of the larger bowls and placed it on the counter. Walking over to the fridge, he pulled out the carton of eggs from the door. He broke all 12 eggs into the bowl, quickly throwing away the evidence. Grabbing a fork from the dish strainer, he whisked the eggs in the bowl until it was mixed up nicely. Fortunately, the color of mixed eggs, matched the color of Hizashi's shampoo. Once it was mixed, he grabbed the funnel and slid the end into the bottle. He grabbed the bowl and tilted it over the funnel, watching as the eggs disappeared into the empty bottle. Once the liquid was in the bottle. He pulled out the funnel and screwed the lid back onto the bottle. Shouta cleaned up the mess in the kitchen, cleaning the dishes and putting them away to keep Hizashi from getting suspicious. He went back into the bathroom with the now egg filled bottle in hand and placed it in the spot that Hizashi's shampoo had originally been in. The full bottle with actual shampoo, Shouta hid underneath the sink behind some of his own stuff that he knew Hizashi would get into. Smirking to himself, he left the bathroom and waited. His plan didn't go into complete effect until the next morning. Hizashi didn't get back to their shared apartment at U.A. until late that night after a long night of patrols. Shouta made sure that he was already gone when Hizashi had hopped into the shower. He had bribed Vlad and Nemuri with a night out for drinks on him if they kept quiet when Hizashi got there. Shouta had to bit his lip to contain his laughter as Hizashi walked into the teacher's lounge. It had freaking worked. Peaking through pieces of Hizashi's hair were bits of cooked eggs. He had learned that if hot water came in contact with eggs even in hair, the egs would start to cook. Hizashi had been so exhausted that morning that he probably didn't even realize it. Hizashi only waltzed over to his side, placing a soft kiss into his cheek with a quick good morning to him before he sat down at his desk. Across from them Toshinori's jaw dropped and Nemuri hid behind her hand. Vlad only chuckled slightly before gathering his papers and leaving the room. "See you later." Shouta muttered to Hizashi before also making his exit. By the time his homeroom had their English class, Hizashi still hadn't realized the eggs in his hair. Once again Shouta had to bite his lip as Hizashi made his very dramatic entrance into the room that he did every day. Before Shouta could leave the room, Hizashi leaned in and whispered. "You're up to something. You're oddly silent... well more than usual." The Erasure hero only shrugged. They were interrupted when Todoroki walked up to them with his homework in hand. "Mic-sensei, I have a question about the homewo--" The dual haired teen paused as his eyes settled on Hizashi's hair. Shouta once again had to contain himself as Todoroki blinked rapidly with wide eyes. "Young listener? What was that?" Hizashi questioned, still completely oblivious. Todoroki cocked his head to the side, examining the pieces of egg before looking back to Hizashi with a blank look. "Do you use eggs on your hair?" Hizashi chuckled. "No but I've heard eggs have great protein for hair care." The Voice hero stated. Todoroki blinked once more. "Than why do you have egg in your hair?" Hizashi's face paled as he looked between Todoroki to Shouta. "What?" Giggles filled the classroom as Hizashi began to panick, running his hands over his hair. The blonde let out a screech as pieces of egg came out on his hand. "Oh my God. My hair." Now, Shouta couldn't contain his laughter anymore. His laughs came out soft and quiet as he hide his face within his capture weapon. Shouta took the moment to creep out of the room as Hizashi shouted, "I'm so getting you back for this!" x There were some mornings that Shouta was so exhausted from being awake for more than 24 hours from teaching to going to his overnight patrols. Those mornings, Shouta would make himself a cup of coffee and have it finished by the time he would get to the teacher's lounge. Those mornings, Shouta would take a quick cat nap under his desk and Hizashi would make him another cup of coffee to take to class with him. Hizashi was going to get his revenge for his hair and if Shouta murdered him for it so be it. Hizashi had exactly three minutes before Shouta would be waking from his nap and heading off to his homeroom. He snatched Shouta's empty coffee tumbler and went over to the waiting coffee. Pouring the liquid into the cup, he poured the right amount of creamer into it before grabbing the salt that was sitting on the counter. "Oh boy." Nemuri muttered from her desk, just from the sound of her voice Hizashi could tell she was amused. "So who wants to plan Yamada's funeral?" "I'm not in this." Vlad stated. "I'm not so sure this is a good idea, Mic." Yagi muttered, the clear concern in his tone. Hizashi only shrugged as he mixed it together and placed the lid back onto the tumbler before moving over to Shouta's desk. He leaned down, shaking his sleeping husband awake. Shouta cracked his eyes open, muttering to himself before crawling out from underneath the desk and grabbing the cup from him. Hizashi said a quick "I love you." with a kiss to the shorter man's cheek as Shouta grabbed his things and left the lounge with an I love you in return. Nemuri chuckled as soon as Shouta was completely out of the room. "You are just asking to be killed." The woman stated. Hizashi only smirked. "Worth it." "God, please watch over those poor innocent students from the wrath of an angry Aizawa." Yagi said with a smile of his own. Meanwhile with Aizawa... Shouta hurried into his classroom. As soon as the door opened, his students were quietly and patiently waiting in their seats. "Alright, today we will be working on what to do in a hostage situation." He went to the front row desk and gave enough papers for the row. They passed them back as Shouta rounded his desk and took a long drink of his coffee. His eyes widened and immediately the coffee came spurting out of his mouth and onto the floor. He cringed as the taste of salt lingered on his tongue. "Mr. Aizawa, are you okay?" Iida questioned immediately.   Shouta had a frown plastered on his face as he growled, "Don't kill him. You aren't a villain. You aren't a villain." He kept repeating it to himself as Shinsou came up to him with a coffee cup in hand. "Mic-sensei talks to much." The purple hair boy said, passing the coffee to his mentor before returning to his desk. Shouta nodded to the boy before taking a large gulp from the fresh coffee to wash down the taste of salt. Kaminari laughed for a moment until Shouta sent a glare his way. The boy put his hands up in defense. "Sorry, Mr. Aizawa, I guess Mic-sensei just has a death wish." "It probably helps that they are married." Midoriya said, a smile on his face as well. The class froze as a smirk came onto their teacher's face with an unfamiliar glint in his eye. "Kaminari, Shinsou, I will pay you both 1000 yen* if you run to Lunch Rush and get me some butter." Kaminari and Shinsou looked to each other and shrugged. "I'm down." Shinsou said, getting up as Shouta pulled his wallet from his pocket and handed the currency over to the two boys before they left the room. "I wonder what this prank is going to be." Todoroki stated. Bakugou scoffed from his seat. "Have you never heard of the butter trick before?" Peering over his shoulder to her. Todoroki shook his head as Bakugou snorted. "Well, you will see, dumbass." It wasn't long before Kaminari and Shinsou had returned with butter in hand. They passed it over and Shouta immediately dropped to his knees and started to rub it on the floor in front of the door. He could hear Todoroki questioning it still and Yaoyorozu giving in and explaining it to him. Once he was finished, with a smile on his face, he continued on with his class. Once again, it was a waiting game. The lesson flew by and once again Hizashi threw open the door with a loud, "IT'S TIME FOR ENGLISH, LISTENERS!" Walking into the room, his feet came out from underneath him and he went crashing to the floor. The students immediately broke out into laughter at the complete look of shock on Hizashi's face as he leaned up off the floor. "You buttered me!" Hizashi exclaimed, looking up at his husband. Hizashi barely caught Jirou saying, "I can't believe that he actually fell for it." Iida added in, "You think he would be on guard during a prank war." Shouta hummed as he grabbed his tumbler, pretending to take a drink before stepping beside Hizashi and carefully going out the door. "Class, you might want to go out the back door for lunch." He warned before he disappeared from sight. x This was absolute war now. Despite the pranks being so small and simple. It was war. War had been declared. It had been entirely his fault but it was war. Currently, Hizashi was now standing on the table in Heights Alliance pouring glitter on top of the ceiling fan blades. He knew exactly how much Shouta hated glitter but war was on. He had already warned the students if they didn't want to get glittered bombed than they should stay clear when he got Shouta into his spot. He also may have bribed Midoriya to turn on the fan with a limited edition signed All Might poster. If he had to walk away from Shouta to turn on the fan, his husband would immediately know something was up. Once the perfect mountain of glitter was placed on the blades, he hopped down from the table and leaned against it, already knowing the first place Shouta would go would be to him. To make it more believable, Kaminari, Ashido, and Aoyama stood with him having a small conversation. Once again, he also bribed each of them with extra credit. Any minute, Shouta would return from his private training with Shinsou. Hizashi looked at his watch and right on schedule Shouta and Shinsou came through the entrance of Heights Alliance. Like predicted, Shouta walked over to Hizashi and placed a soft kiss to Hizashi's lips. The three students made their made up excuses to leave with a goodbye to Shouta before fleeing to the other side of the room. Hizashi casually let his phone slip from his hand and slide underneath the table. Hizashi muttered a quick--fake-- apology before kneeling down and going underneath the table to fetch the fallen device. On cue, Midoriya flipped on the fan and the glitter flew across the room and over Shouta. Blinking, Shouta took a moment to realize that he was now covered completely in glitter. He frowned and looked under the table to Hizashi and said, "Really, glitter again?" "Why am I covered in glitter?" Todoroki's innocent voice filled the two teacher's ears. Shouta covered his mouth with his hand as Todoroki looked at him in confusion. Shouta turned back to Hizashi, "You claimed an innocent victim. Shame on you."    Hizashi gave an innocent smile and shrug. "Oops." He crawled out from underneath the table. "Sorry, young listener." Todoroki frowned. "I still don't get why I'm covered in glitter." Shinsou took the moment to walk up behind Todoroki and throw his arm over his shoulder. "The innocence radiating off of you is amazing to the point you don't realize you just walked into the middle of Mic-sensei and Mr. Aizawa's prank war." Realization came across Todoroki's face as he gave out a soft oh making the others chuckle.    Shouta took the moment of distraction to look back to his husband. "This isn't over." x After Shouta, the second thing that Hizashi loved most in this world happened to be his hair and appearance. While Shouta didn't care about his appearance, Hizashi could spend hours pampering himself and just doing his hair. He snagged a cup of flour while Hizashi was in the shower and dumped it into Hizashi's waiting hair dryer. Thankfully, for him, his time as an underground hero allowed for him to be almost completely silent with his movements. Once the flour was in place, he exited the bathroom and left the room as he heard the shower get turned off. He had already made it to the main building of the dorm by the time he heard Hizashi's loud scream. "SHOUTA!" Hizashi's voice carried to the building thanks to his quirk. Shouta laughed as he dunked into the building and rushed through the common room and into the kitchen. He barely caught Shinsou saying, "Here we go again." Not even a moment later, Hizashi came running into the common room in his causal clothes. Shouta covered his mouth and nose as Hizashi came into view to keep the man from finding his location. Hizashi's entire face, half of his hair and neck were covered in flour. His students were trying to contain their own laughter as Hizashi rushed through the common room looking for Shouta. "Where are you!?" Hizashi exclaimed, a hint of amusement in his voice. Shouta crept from his spot, freezing completely as his back hit the broad chest of his husband. "Got cha." Wrapping his arms around Shouta's lean waist, he turned on his heel and spun. Shouta couldn't help as he laughed before he was placed back on the ground. The ebony haired man turned on his heel until he was flush against his husband. Shouta reached up, throwing his arms around Hizashi's shoulder and smiled innocently. "Something wrong?" He muttered, batting his eye lashes. Hizashi rolled his eyes. "You win. If we keep going, my hair is going to regret it." The blonde said. Shouta smirked. "But I had so many more ideas." "If this continues, you might end up cutting my hair." Shouta shrugged. "Maybe." Hizashi laughed, leaning forward and connecting his lips to Shouta's. "I love you." he whispered as he pulled away. "I love you, too." Shinsou groaned as he entered the kitchen. "Oh god, our dads are kissing again." The purple haired teen called out as he left the room. Shouta and Hizashi shared a look before going into a fit of laughter. The two pulled away from each other and Hizashi took a quick moment to place a quick smack to Shouta's butt. The Erasure hero glared at him as Hizashi wiggled his eyebrows. "I have to take another shower. Want to join me?"

[midnightphoenixdream]

It’s On

Hey everyone so this is a repost of my prompt fic from itsthefandommash. My blog fallenangelofhades for some reason got terminated so I’m reposting all my prompts! This was the first I received. 

Summary: So I went to tumblr and asked (begged xD) for prompts. This one I recieved from itsthefandommash (I love this username, I sang Monster Mash with fandom in my head) which as Erasermic with a simple prank war, like putting flour in a hairdryer. The second the words, "It's on." left Shouta's mouth, Hizashi knew he screwed up. Or how Hizashi started a prank war with his husband and somehow Class 1-A gets to witness it all. Author's Note: So this was really fun to write. I've had a bad case of writer's block with I Want It That Way (which is very infuriating) and hit up tumblr for prompts of fluff and not angst. I write so much angst. I'm actually really open to prompts, I do pretty much anything. (NSFW usually has to fall under what person I have for bottom/top or I just can't bring myself to write it.) But like I need more fluff in my life and can never come up with anything xD So anyway on with the fic.

Hizashi Yamada poked his head into Class 1-A's homeroom, double checking to make sure the coast was clear. The curious eyes of Shouta's students watched his movements as he grinned and entered the room. Rushing over to the closest, he grabbed out a ladder and set it up at the door. Chuckling to himself, he reached back out into hall and grabbed his bucket that was full of water and glitter. "Mic-sensei, what are you doing?" Kirishima questioned, watching the Voice hero. Hizashi looked over his shoulder and threw a smile to the boy. "Just pulling a little prank is all." He stated. Climbing up the ladder, he connected a string to the handle and carefully placed the bucket on the edge of the frame. Carefully pulling his hands away, he smirked as it stayed. The sound of footsteps in the hall caught his attention, he clambered off the ladder and rushed it back to the closest. Letting out a small chuckle, he took a seat at Shouta's desk and waited. "I don't think this is such a good idea, Mic-sensei. Ribbit." Asui muttered. Hizashi didn't get to reply as the door slowly slid open. Shouta stepped into the room. The class held their breath in anticipation. Most of them ready to watch Shouta jump out of the way. The Erasure hero let out a loud gasp and the water and glitter mixture fell on his head and down his body. Completely soaking his hair and top half of his hero costume. "What the actual fuck?!" Shouta hissed, his quirk activating as he looked around the class. He stopped at the pure terror written on his student's faces before a fit of giggles filled his ears that belonged to someone he was very much aquitanted with. Shouta peered over his shoulder, his eyes narrowing on Hizashi. The look only caused Hizashi to go into a louder set of laughter. "The look on your face." Hizashi said through heaves as he tried to catch his breath. "Oh my god. That was priceless." The blonde's laughter ceased to exist as a small smirk came to Shouta's face and a familiar glint in his eye. The second the words, "It's on." left Shouta's mouth, Hizashi knew he screwed up. x Shouta growled for probably the hundredth time as he scrubbed at his skin and hair in attempt to get the vile glitter off of him. Water would be one thing but glitter? Did Hizashi not realize how incredibly annoying it is to try and get glitter out of hair. It sure didn't help Shouta's case that his hair happened to be black and glitter shows up best on black. Growling in frustration, Shouta turned off the tap and grabbed the nearest towel. Cursing to himself as a shampoo bottle fell off the side, he leaned down to grab it. He stopped as he realized it was Hizashi's very stupidly expensive shampoo. The bottle was completely full so Shouta knew it was brand new. Looking into the trash can, he spotted the old bottle and swiped it up. Payback time. Jumping out of the shower completely, he quickly threw on his clothes and marched his way into the kitchen. Pulling on one of the drawers, he pulled out a funnel. He went quick to work. Unscrewing the lid, he put it to the side and opened up the cabinet above his head. He grabbed one of the larger bowls and placed it on the counter. Walking over to the fridge, he pulled out the carton of eggs from the door. He broke all 12 eggs into the bowl, quickly throwing away the evidence. Grabbing a fork from the dish strainer, he whisked the eggs in the bowl until it was mixed up nicely. Fortunately, the color of mixed eggs, matched the color of Hizashi's shampoo. Once it was mixed, he grabbed the funnel and slid the end into the bottle. He grabbed the bowl and tilted it over the funnel, watching as the eggs disappeared into the empty bottle. Once the liquid was in the bottle. He pulled out the funnel and screwed the lid back onto the bottle. Shouta cleaned up the mess in the kitchen, cleaning the dishes and putting them away to keep Hizashi from getting suspicious. He went back into the bathroom with the now egg filled bottle in hand and placed it in the spot that Hizashi's shampoo had originally been in. The full bottle with actual shampoo, Shouta hid underneath the sink behind some of his own stuff that he knew Hizashi would get into. Smirking to himself, he left the bathroom and waited. His plan didn't go into complete effect until the next morning. Hizashi didn't get back to their shared apartment at U.A. until late that night after a long night of patrols. Shouta made sure that he was already gone when Hizashi had hopped into the shower. He had bribed Vlad and Nemuri with a night out for drinks on him if they kept quiet when Hizashi got there. Shouta had to bit his lip to contain his laughter as Hizashi walked into the teacher's lounge. It had freaking worked. Peaking through pieces of Hizashi's hair were bits of cooked eggs. He had learned that if hot water came in contact with eggs even in hair, the egs would start to cook. Hizashi had been so exhausted that morning that he probably didn't even realize it. Hizashi only waltzed over to his side, placing a soft kiss into his cheek with a quick good morning to him before he sat down at his desk. Across from them Toshinori's jaw dropped and Nemuri hid behind her hand. Vlad only chuckled slightly before gathering his papers and leaving the room. "See you later." Shouta muttered to Hizashi before also making his exit. By the time his homeroom had their English class, Hizashi still hadn't realized the eggs in his hair. Once again Shouta had to bite his lip as Hizashi made his very dramatic entrance into the room that he did every day.  Before Shouta could leave the room, Hizashi leaned in and whispered. "You're up to something. You're oddly silent... well more than usual." The Erasure hero only shrugged. They were interrupted when Todoroki walked up to them with his homework in hand. "Mic-sensei, I have a question about the homewo--" The dual haired teen paused as his eyes settled on Hizashi's hair. Shouta once again had to contain himself as Todoroki blinked rapidly with wide eyes. "Young listener? What was that?" Hizashi questioned, still completely oblivious . Todoroki cocked his head to the side, examining the pieces of egg before looking back to Hizashi with a blank look. "Do you use eggs on your hair?" Hizashi chuckled. "No but I've heard eggs have great protein for hair care." The Voice hero stated. Todoroki blinked once more. "Than why do you have egg in your hair?" Hizashi's face paled as he looked between Todoroki to Shouta. "What?" Giggles filled the classroom as Hizashi began to panick, running his hands over his hair. The blonde let out a screech as pieces of egg came out on his hand. "Oh my God. My hair." Now, Shouta couldn't contain his laughter anymore. His laughs came out soft and quiet as he hide his face within his capture weapon. Shouta took the moment to creep out of the room as Hizashi shouted, "I'm so getting you back for this!" x There were some mornings that Shouta was so exhausted from being awake for more than 24 hours from teaching to going to his overnight patrols. Those mornings, Shouta would make himself a cup of coffee and have it finished by the time he would get to the teacher's lounge. Those mornings, Shouta would take a quick cat nap under his desk and Hizashi would make him another cup of coffee to take to class with him. Hizashi was going to get his revenge for his hair and if Shouta murdered him for it so be it. Hizashi had exactly three minutes before Shouta would be waking from his nap and heading off to his homeroom. He snatched Shouta's empty coffee tumbler and went over to the waiting coffee. Pouring the liquid into the cup, he poured the right amount of creamer into it before grabbing the salt that was sitting on the counter. "Oh boy." Nemuri muttered from her desk, just from the sound of her voice Hizashi could tell she was amused. "So who wants to plan Yamada's funeral?" "I'm not in this." Vlad stated. "I'm not so sure this is a good idea, Mic." Yagi muttered, the clear concern in his tone. Hizashi only shrugged as he mixed it together and placed the lid back onto the tumbler before moving over to Shouta's desk. He leaned down, shaking his sleeping husband awake. Shouta cracked his eyes open, muttering to himself before crawling out from underneath the desk and grabbing the cup from him. Hizashi said a quick "I love you." with a kiss to the shorter man's cheek as Shouta grabbed his things and left the lounge with an I love you in return. 

Nemuri chuckled as soon as Shouta was completely out of the room. "You are just asking to be killed." The woman stated. 

Hizashi only smirked. "Worth it." 

"God, please watch over those poor innocent students from the wrath of an angry Aizawa." Yagi said with a smile of his own. Meanwhile with Aizawa... Shouta hurried into his classroom. As soon as the door opened, his students were quietly and patiently waiting in their seats.  "Alright, today we will be working on what to do in a hostage situation." He went to the front row desk and gave enough papers for the row. They passed them back as Shouta rounded his desk and took a long drink of his coffee. His eyes widened and immediately the coffee came spurting out of his mouth and onto the floor. He cringed as the taste of salt lingered on his tongue. "Mr. Aizawa, are you okay?" Iida questioned immediately.   Shouta had a frown plastered on his face as he growled, "Don't kill him. You aren't a villain. You aren't a villain." He kept repeating it to himself as Shinsou came up to him with a coffee cup in hand. "Mic-sensei talks to much." The purple hair boy said, passing the coffee to his mentor before returning to his desk. Shouta nodded to the boy before taking a large gulp from the fresh coffee to wash down the taste of salt. Kaminari laughed for a moment until Shouta sent a glare his way. The boy put his hands up in defense. "Sorry, Mr. Aizawa, I guess Mic-sensei just has a death wish." "It probably helps that they are married." Midoriya said, a smile on his face as well. The class froze as a smirk came onto their teacher's face with an unfamiliar glint in his eye. "Kaminari, Shinsou, I will pay you both 1000 yen* if you run to Lunch Rush and get me some butter." Kaminari and Shinsou looked to each other and shrugged. "I'm down." Shinsou said, getting up as Shouta pulled his wallet from his pocket and handed the currency over to the two boys before they left the room. "I wonder what this prank is going to be." Todoroki stated. Bakugou scoffed from his seat. "Have you never heard of the butter trick before?" Peering over his shoulder to her. Todoroki shook his head as Bakugou snorted. "Well, you will see, dumbass." It wasn't long before Kaminari and Shinsou had returned with butter in hand. They passed it over and Shouta immediately dropped to his knees and started to rub it on the floor in front of the door. He could hear Todoroki questioning it still and Yaoyorozu giving in and explaining it to him. Once he was finished, with a smile on his face, he continued on with his class. Once again, it was a waiting game. The lesson flew by and once again Hizashi threw open the door with a loud, "IT'S TIME FOR ENGLISH, LISTENERS!" Walking into the room, his feet came out from underneath him and he went crashing to the floor. The students immediately broke out into laughter at the complete look of shock on Hizashi's face as he leaned up off the floor. "You buttered me!" Hizashi exclaimed, looking up at his husband. Hizashi barely caught Jirou saying, "I can't believe that he actually fell for it." Iida added in, "You think he would be on guard during a prank war." Shouta hummed as he grabbed his tumbler, pretending to take a drink before stepping beside Hizashi and carefully going out the door. "Class, you might want to go out the back door for lunch." He warned before he disappeared from sight. x This was absolute war now. Despite the pranks being so small and simple. It was war. War had been declared. It had been entirely his fault but it was war. Currently, Hizashi was now standing on the table in Heights Alliance pouring glitter on top of the ceiling fan blades. He knew exactly how much Shouta hated glitter but war was on. He had already warned the students if they didn't want to get glittered bombed than they should stay clear when he got Shouta into his spot. He also may have bribed Midoriya to turn on the fan with a limited edition signed All Might poster. If he had to walk away from Shouta to turn on the fan, his husband would immediately know something was up. Once the perfect mountain of glitter was placed on the blades, he hopped down from the table and leaned against it, already knowing the first place Shouta would go would be to him. To make it more believable, Kaminari, Ashido, and Aoyama stood with him having a small conversation. Once again, he also bribed each of them with extra credit. Any minute, Shouta would return from his private training with Shinsou. Hizashi looked at his watch and right on schedule Shouta and Shinsou came through the entrance of Heights Alliance. Like predicted, Shouta walked over to Hizashi and placed a soft kiss to Hizashi's lips. The three students made their made up excuses to leave with a goodbye to Shouta before fleeing to the other side of the room. Hizashi casually let his phone slip from his hand and slide underneath the table. Hizashi muttered a quick--fake-- apology before kneeling down and going underneath the table to fetch the fallen device. On cue, Midoriya flipped on the fan and the glitter flew across the room and over Shouta. Blinking, Shouta took a moment to realize that he was now covered completely in glitter. He frowned and looked under the table to Hizashi and said, "Really, glitter again?" "Why am I covered in glitter?" Todoroki's innocent voice filled the two teacher's ears. Shouta covered his mouth with his hand as Todoroki looked at him in confusion. Shouta turned back to Hizashi, "You claimed an innocent victim. Shame on you."    Hizashi gave an innocent smile and shrug. "Oops." He crawled out from underneath the table. "Sorry, young listener." Todoroki frowned. "I still don't get why I'm covered in glitter." Shinsou took the moment to walk up behind Todoroki and throw his arm over his shoulder. "The innocence radiating off of you is amazing to the point you don't realize you just walked into the middle of Mic-sensei and Mr. Aizawa's prank war." Realization came across Todoroki's face as he gave out a soft oh making the others chuckle. Shouta took the moment of distraction to look back to his husband. "This isn't over." x After Shouta, the second thing that Hizashi loved most in this world happened to be his hair and appearance. While Shouta didn't care about his appearance, Hizashi could spend hours pampering himself and just doing his hair. He snagged a cup of flour while Hizashi was in the shower and dumped it into Hizashi's waiting hair dryer. Thankfully, for him, his time as an underground hero allowed for him to be almost completely silent with his movements. Once the flour was in place, he exited the bathroom and left the room as he heard the shower get turned off. He had already made it to the main building of the dorm by the time he heard Hizashi's loud scream. "SHOUTA!" Hizashi's voice carried to the building thanks to his quirk. Shouta laughed as he dunked into the building and rushed through the common room and into the kitchen. He barely caught Shinsou saying, "Here we go again." Not even a moment later, Hizashi came running into the common room in his causal clothes. Shouta covered his mouth and nose as Hizashi came into view to keep the man from finding his location. Hizashi's entire face, half of his hair and neck were covered in flour. His students were trying to contain their own laughter as Hizashi rushed through the common room looking for Shouta. "Where are you!?" Hizashi exclaimed, a hint of amusement in his voice. Shouta crept from his spot, freezing completely as his back hit the broad chest of his husband. "Got cha." Wrapping his arms around Shouta's lean waist, he turned on his heel and spun. Shouta couldn't help as he laughed before he was placed back on the ground. The ebony haired man turned on his heel until he was flush against his husband. Shouta reached up, throwing his arms around Hizashi's shoulder and smiled innocently. "Something wrong?" He muttered, batting his eye lashes. Hizashi rolled his eyes. "You win. If we keep going, my hair is going to regret it." The blonde said. Shouta smirked. "But I had so many more ideas." "If this continues, you might end up cutting my hair." Shouta shrugged. "Maybe." Hizashi laughed, leaning forward and connecting his lips to Shouta's. "I love you." he whispered as he pulled away. "I love you, too." Shinsou groaned as he entered the kitchen. "Oh god, our dads are kissing again." The purple haired teen called out as he left the room. Shouta and Hizashi shared a look before going into a fit of laughter. The two pulled away from each other and Hizashi took a quick moment to place a quick smack to Shouta's butt. The Erasure hero glared at him as Hizashi wiggled his eyebrows. "I have to take another shower. Want to join me?"

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Talks Machina Episode #100 Highlights!

That’s right: 100 EPISODES. That’s a lot of great questions, greater answers, questionable pronunciations of usernames, even more questionable uses of overlays, and a++++ excellent dogs. 

The entire cast is answering questions this week!

Max runs an (adorable) intro in the above puppet theater, and each cast member gets a title. Laura is The Heart, Sam is The “Funny Guy”, Travis is The Brawn, Liam is The Actor, Matt is The Brains, Marisha is The Face, Taliesin is The Pyramid, Brian is The Convict, and Ashley is The Favorite.

The cast’s entrance is majestic. There are balloons, sashes, tiaras, and champagne. Henry has a tiara too!

The Search for Grog will air this Friday, February 22 at 7 PM Pacific on twitch.tv/criticalrole. If you miss the stream, it’ll be available Saturday morning on CR’s YouTube channel!

Talks Machina and CR will air on CR’s official channels starting today! Starting next episode, TM will be available on CR’s YouTube channel on Thursday at 7 Pacific, and also in podcast form!

Stats: in 100 episodes of TM, there’s been 81 episodes of Brian’s glorious beard. There have been 9 Skype/FaceTime call-ins! There were 244 guest misnomers before that well ran dry. 93 episodes of pre-show hijinks (thanks to Max James!). 95 episodes of Arsequeef. 826 days of being on the internet!

Brian: "The concept of creating a talk show about a D&D campaign has always been absurd to me, so we wanted to embrace that terribleness.”

There’s now a Steve Cam (quietly reading, meal prepping, and ignoring the show), and a Zach Cam (staring at a monitor that’s all just Liam’s chest hair and the Fjord bust), and a Max Cam (dancing in a stripper cop outfit), Lockey Cam (practicing with a sword in front of a mirror and then charging at Daniel for filming it - Brian: “Hopefully Daniel’s non-union.”), Ed Cam (drinking scotch and counting down the days until football returns, and also lint rolling his new goatee), Chris Cam (rapping in the VO booth), Brittany Cam (dancing with a unicorn blanket, huffing compressed air - Brian: “You can’t show that on Twitch!”).

Matt is asked how his DMing style has evolved with campaign 2. “Well... I’ve been forced to embrace a little more of the tragedy in the characters’ backstories.” The internal and external conflict has been really interesting for him to watch and react to. “I’ve learned to be very proud of my players for mucking up my perception of where things are going to go.”

Coming to Xhorhas, Nott’s thrilled to no longer have to worry about the mask. Sam’s excited about the City of Beasts “to see what kind of fucked-up individuals we’re going to find and seeing how Nott will react to that.”

Yasha definitely sympathizes with Nott trying to save her spouse, but “there’s a lot going on with her going back to Xhorhas. It’s definitely triggering for her, but she understands the need to want to go back. I wish I could go to Xhorhas. We’ll see what happens.” Travis: “I’m pretty sure once we go to a place we can never go back.”

Favorite item on the Talks shelves? Taliesin mentions a magnetic Percy mini, Sam likes the tiny Sams (”It looks like my bedroom!”), Ashley and Brian are partial to the Sully painting, Laura loves the Pike painting, Marisha loves all the stuff the cast bought on a hungover voyage to the flea market when they were first building the set, Matt loves a very cool dice tower. Brian likes the Vecna with Marisha’s face. Matt: “I don’t know if I like that one.”

Laura doesn’t like the party using the derogatory term for the Krynn, because she wants people to be happy even if she doesn’t know them. Sam: “I haven’t been the best for that, but if Jester wants me to... I guess I’ll change.”

There are new wipe transitions featuring the Matt pillow and the Fjord bust. It’s glorious.

Gif of the week: Sam calling Travis “studly” for catching the candy. Laura: “...I like that I’ve been cut out of it completely.”

Arsequeef gets the Lifetime Achievement Award for Gif of the Week. He wins Max’s 2006 Honda Accord.

On Caleb taking off his bandages because there’s nothing to hide anymore: “Was that terrifying for him, or a relief?” Liam: “Yes!” He’s waiting for the other shoe to drop, but it feels good. He’s got f...r...iends?” Marisha: “I love that sitcom. (weakly) F...r...iends?”

Caduceus being a source of comfort, insight, and advice was built into the character. Taliesin looked at low INT high WIS, and Matt immediately started laughing and told Taliesin he’d do well with that. Taliesin: “There’s plenty of things that will eventually flap that, but we haven’t hit them yet.”

As a player, Travis doesn’t like to weigh things carefully all the time, so a lot of Fjord’s leardership has been a bit about pressing fast-forward. Marisha: “So what you’re saying is that your Grog’s poking through.” Matt points out that if both characters have a trait, it’s probably just Travis. 

Liam: “I’ve got a little Travis poking me from behind.” Marisha, musing: “So many conflicting beards...”

Beau’s prayer to Ioun mostly came from a “couldn’t hurt” perspective. “I’ll try it out. Give it a spin.” When Travis asks, Marisha clarifies that it was Ioun specifically because of the Cobalt Soul. Travis: “Oh yeah, I totally knew the relationship there. I just wanted to make sure the audience did.”

Bugbear friend or bugbear foe? Sam: “He speaks goblin, he seems cool, his name’s Gluzo. He has a hard-to-pin-down accent, but it’s amazing.” Taliesin: “You have a hard-to-pin-down accent, too. It’s something you have in common.” Taliesin gets asked if his insight check revealed that the bugbear is secretly pretending to be someone else. “Yes, he’s just pretending to be a bugbear. He’s actually Matt Mercer.” Laura: “I like him. ‘Cause he’s cute and he let me give him a tattoo.”

Sam: “Nott trusts her friends to be as strong as they can be, and at this point, I don’t know if she’s as concerned with one of them dying as just getting to her husband in time before he dies. If we lose one along the way, Nott will probably cry a little, but will move on.” What if it were Fjord? “Fjord’s expjendable.”

Matt: “I’ve reached a point where Travis controls Yasha in combat, but I don’t consider any of his roleplay canon.” Ashley: “I trust Travis. Barbarian respect.” Laura: “Don’t give him that.” Ashley: “Travis himself is like a Deck of Many things. This is risky, but it’s kind of fun!”

Sam: “That dunamancy shit is lit.” Liam: “And it’s tied up in everything that Caleb wants, so if he can get on the entropy shit and the gravity shit, you know he’s going to go back in time, motherfucker.” Sam is so excited to have these mystery spells because they’re so new, and they’re inherently something they don’t know how to counter or prepare for. Travis: “It’s almost like every time we play D&D.”

Fanart of the Week: a spectacular group shot.

Everyone freaks out over how good Travis looks with glasses. He takes them off and puts them back on sexily for a while. I was too slow grabbing a screencap, but don’t worry, the gifs will be everywhere.

Laura: “Jester hasn’t experienced a lot of emotions. She hasn’t experienced a lot of anything, really. She’s definitely dealt with sadness in her life, but I don’t think it’s been so in-your-face constantly, just the trauma of it all.” Liam: “Yeah, she’s with some very terrible people.” Laura: “While it is traumatic, it’s also been a great adventure, and she’s enjoying being out and doing things. Even if it might hurt her, it’s so much better than reading about it, drawing it, just imagining how it would be.”

Caleb’s still feeling out the shift in his relationship with Nott, but there’s no question that everything they’ve gone through can’t be forgotten or overlooked. “He sees her as an absolute ally no matter what, and will do anything for her. In a weird way, he feels like they’re even more alike than he thought they were, and he loves her and wants her to succeed in what she’s doing, and hopes that the things that he wants don’t fuck it up entirely.” Sam: “Are you talking about Liam and Sam right now?”

Caduceus’ thoughts on Xhorhas? “A new environment, certainly, and a new aspect of nature that he’s unfamiliar with. This is just more terrain to him at this point. He’s also very unaware of the political realities. He’s vaguely aware there is war. He’s still not sure why we can’t just go up and ask for directions from everyone.”

Brian: “That tiara is the most blessed image.”

Travis on the Captain Tusktooth tattoo: “Brand recognition is huge in Xhorhas.” Taliesin: “Viral marketing.” Laura confirms that it’s not likely to change apart from some small differences from tattoo to tattoo. “Each person gets a special google.”

Laura on fans actually getting this tattoo: “I am ALL ABOUT IT.”

Marisha: “Guys! How about instead of M9 tattoos...” Sam: “We let Laura tattoo us? I would legitimately be down with that!” Ashley: “I’m kind of into it.” Liam: “This is what splits us apart.” Laura: “Everybody gets a dick.” Travis: “How would we explain that to our kid? ‘What’s that?’ ‘Your mom did that.’”

Beau is holding back a bit since her impulsiveness started having negative repercussions. “I think it’s about accountability. She’s started to learn--- especially when she first joined M9, she didn’t have friends, really. I think you had to learn, oh, my actions do affect others around me. I think that’s something you can learn and you can grow in, but yeah, she is trying to not be a total fuckwad anymore. Trying. But old habits...”

Favorite TM moments? Travis: “Do you remember that episode where Brian wasn’t the host?” Brian remembers Travis throwing the card that almost took him out. Ashley fondly remembers PullOutKing. Laura remembers Taliesin saying the phrase “I love teenage assholes” (referring to Percy acting immature), and Taliesin is super glad someone brought that up again just when the tweets were finally starting to die down. 

Ashley talks about how proud she is about how far Brian’s come, and how great he’s doing at this. Everyone has an uncharacteristically sincere moment of applause for Brian. Liam: “Everyone take 30 seconds to drop the bit that we think you’re a total fucking weirdo. You’re so good at this, and you’re such a good friend, and we’re so glad you’re part of this family.”

Marisha pitches the idea of trying to sell TM syndicated on LifeTime now that they have 100 episodes.

Brian remembers having food poisoning that led to him running off-screen, throwing up in the middle of the show, and then having to come back. Marisha remembers Travis texting everyone that night with “lol, did Brian just yarf on TV?”

Matt talks about how proud he is of Brian for going from zero tabletop experience to co-running his own game.

Talks Machina After Dog ft. Sleepy Boi Henry

“This is the best dog-petting show ever.”

Liam was skeptical about TM initially, because he was worried it would take away from what would be shared in-game. Marisha: “I was stoked for it, not gonna lie. I was very misunderstood and people hated my character, so I was kind of stoked to just get to explain it.” Travis was sold once they picked the name.

Marisha: “It also set the precedent for really dumb, punny names.” Brian points out that, as a channel, they now can’t stick with serious names as their final choice.

Laura’s sister has been watching the show, and she texted Laura after the show to ask what the whisper was, so Laura’s going to tell her and no one else. Liam: “You’re gonna tell your real sibling?”

There’s a horrified discussion about giraffe fighting. Some segues happened in there.

What’s something their characters have done that’s made them proud? Liam: Caleb using the Wall of Fire. Marisha: the Plank King execution episode as a whole (everyone agrees). Travis: “I was proud of hooking up with an NPC when my wife wasn’t here to threaten me with death.” (he immediately turns to Taliesin: “Help.” Taliesin: “No god can help you now.”) Taliesin: “I sunk a boat.” Laura: Proud of not getting caught with Nott in the Platinum Dragon sanctuary. Sam: Taking the blow for Jester so she could escape. Liam: “Molly showing his dick covered in eggs.”

Matt: “I’m proud of you guys not entirely descending into evil madness. I’m proud of the character arcs of being broken, terrible people, and finding out that it’s okay to be broken; you’re not necessarily terrible.” Liam: “The entire cast went, ‘He’s talking about everyone but me’.” Matt thought it was going to be very hard to keep the group together, but the party turned it into character growth moments. “I’m proud of you.” Laura: “Thanks, Dad.”

Yasha loved the arm wrestling. “Oh man, it’s so fun to be the tank.”

Laura: “I’m really proud of us for saving Kiri!”

Everyone has Liam’s chest hair:

Wishes for the next 100 episodes? More Ashley. 

Brian: “I hate this coffee table more than anything in the whole, entire world.”

What’s something that should never change about the show? How ridiculous it is, the barrel, Dani. Also always have a dog. They fundamentally do the show for themselves, still, and that’s made it a really good environment for them to open up about the show and their characters.

Liam: “There’s a lot of beauty to what we do, but it’s also inherently silly. And to deny that is silly.”

Matt likes that it’s unpolished and imperfect. “Things are going to go wrong regardless, and you can either get angry and frustrated about the lack of control, or you can embrace it.” Sam: “None of this is real anyway.” 

Brian points out that this is not an excuse to stop paying him.

And that’s a wrap! This is the last After Dark for a while, but there are some big ideas in the works for the coming weeks!

[purplesurveys]

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Would you ever try Fear Factor for one million dollars? Why or why not? Yes. It would make for hilarious stories for get-togethers and I think that winning a million dollars that I could use up for the rest of my life doing some dumb dares for a few hours would be worth it. If you have a camera, when do you use flash? Only if it’s dim. I don’t like the effect that flash gives. What would you do with eighty-three crazy straws? Find an aunt or uncle with a kid who’s having a birthday party soon so they can use the straws as giveaways or something. If you use hair spray, what brand do you use the most? I don’t.  Is Catcher in the Rye in your library by any chance? It’s probably in another college’s library, most likely our college for the arts and letters. There’s no reason for it to be in a mass communication library.

What if there was no such thing as the word 'one'? Then that would imply that we have/have to have plurals of everything, which just sounds a bit bizarre to me.

What do you have automatic sympathy for? The 11,000 employees of the country’s biggest broadcasting network that was recently officially shut down by our – surprise surprise – government. These are people who weren’t even involved in the network’s franchise renewal status (which was/is the main issue), people who have families, people who relied on these jobs to get by during a worldwide pandemic, people who loved their jobs, people who found family in these jobs, It’s absolutely crazy how people can defend their stance against the network and justify the loss of 11,000 jobs. What is a cool disposable object? I don’t know who looks at disposable objects and thinks they’re ‘cool,’ but the first thing I thought of was my vape pen of choice, which are disposable. It has enough puffs to last several months with me so it’s more convenient for me to keep buying them than spending a large amount on a refillable one. Hilary Duff or Lindsay Lohan? Why? Hilary Duff as Lizzie McGuire is more nostalgic to me; I used to watch it nearly everyday. I never watched Lindsay’s movies other than Herbie. What do you think of the actor Michael Cera? No opinion but I remember the time when he was often used on 9Gag memes. Simpler times lol. Anyway, I haven’t seen any of his movies. What is the best thing about a Barbie doll? I think it’s really fun how they’ve come up with a bazillion outfits for Barbies and Kens. And different versions too – as far as I know there’s been a Filipino Barbie for a while :) What is something you'd say in your will? If I passed any time soon I’d like to include some things about my dogs and how they’re supposed to be taken care of. If we’re talking about what I’m putting in my will if I ever reach like 80, I just wanna make sure every person who’s been in my life and stayed for a bit is mentioned and thanked and I wanna make the list as expansive as I possibly can at that age. Idk, I’ve always been sentimental. Any thoughts on fake abortion clinics? What??? I don’t know what those are and what they do, but they sound awful. What was a username you'd thought wouldn't be taken but was taken? I’ve tried using my full name as a username in a few websites and seen them being taken. My first and last names don’t make a common pair, so I’ve always found it surprising. Cherry or peanut ice cream? Peanut. Not gonna lie, it’s an unusual flavor – but Asians kinda put peanuts on everything heh. What is your dream cellphone? Why? Whatever new phone Apple puts out because unfortunately I buy into toxic consumerist shit like that lol Would you rather be watching The Bachelor or The Bachelorette? Neither. From one to ten, how big of a movie buff are you? I’d give myself an 8. I’ve seen my fair share of movies and I can honestly say that my favorite films are not cliche picks, but I’ve also yet to see a bunch of classics that other ~movie buffs~ hail as being excellent movies like Taxi Driver, Silence of the Lambs, Rocky, American Psycho, etc. I also haven’t been watching movies as much as I used to, which takes down another point for me. Who is a celebrity you think will never get into trouble? The Irwin kids. I wouldn’t call them celebrities per se though; they’re in the spotlight for the most wholesome reasons. I’ve seen every segment Robert Irwin has had on Jimmy Fallon and it’s amazingly precious. What is an important holiday to you? Why? Probably the EDSA Anniversary because without it we’d still be under a dictatorship. Name a catty girl you really dislike. I wouldn’t call anyone I know that. What is a museum you would like to go to? The top 3 museums that I would love to visit are the Anne Frank House, the Met, and the Art Institute of Chicago. And wherever Monet’s paintings are, because he’s my favorite artist. Personally, do you look better with short hair or long hair? Short. Long, frizzy hair does not look good on me and on anyone else. What was the reason why you last blocked a person from your IM? He was a stranger who hit on me. I added him back only because we had a considerable amount of mutual friends and I thought that maybe he used to be a classmate or something, but he messaged me some shit that he had probably copy-pasted to 700 other girls saying like ‘hey do you mind if you and I talk? I find you really pretty’ like six seconds after adding him back. It was so fucking creepy and I never blocked someone so quickly. I was already in a foul mood that night so I also showed the brief interaction to Gab and I gave her freedom to curse the shit out of the guy if she wanted to. What is a cliche thing that happens a lot in anime? I don’t like anime and have never watched it. What are your views on the cartoon show Invader Zim? I’ve never seen that either. If you have some, what is tonight's homework about? I don’t have homework anymore. If you have one, what is your favorite sushi flavour? Cream cheese salmon rolls from a local place called Torch. What is the first thing you think of when I say 'Jack'? Rose. Do you understand JavaScript coding? A teeny bit, thanks to the theme customizations I used to do on Tumblr when I was 14. What would you do if you found a gun in your best friend's bedroom? Confront them, and maybe even scold them. I definitely would be angry. Not even just because it could mean they’re suicidal, but because I don’t believe in guns. What do you call your grandparents? I call both sets Lolo and Lola. When I say 'Go', you say: I just remember the song Green Light by Beyoncé because the chorus on that is her screaming ‘Go.’ What colour do you usually paint your nails? I never paint them. They’re pretty, but I never saw them as a necessity. What would be a cool earring design? People come up with cool designs all the time now though. I’m completely sure there are a million versions of this now but I would love sriracha sauce earrings haha. What do you think of raccoons? No opinion as I’ve never encountered them. Any thoughts on the actor Paul Rudd? NEVER AGES Who is the better liar: your mother or your best friend? Mom. Gab will lie to me sometimes but I can always tell. Are breast implants something you'd consider? Why or why not? I considered it when I was a teenager because people used to pick on me for being flat-chested, as if I had a choice as to what size my body would end up being. Also, flat chests were the butt of so many jokes in the early 2010s so it made me insecure for a very long time. Nowadays the environment is a lot nicer and I’m seeing many flat-chest positivity posts (if that’s even a thing) so I’ve changed my mind about implants.  Besides nightmares, what is the scariest thing about sleeping? Sleep paralysis. You can wake up from nightmares. Do you find the phrase 'nom nom nom' annoying? Not as much as ‘rawr’ annoys me. Do you look better with red lipstick or black lipstick? I look good in neither but I would go with red. When was the last time you had chocolate milk? Oooooh it’s been a while :( I feel like that’s something people have to start selling more, honestly. I don’t see chocolate milk being sold other than at the grocery or convenience stores and ugh, I just want more restaurants to add it on their menus lol. That being said, the last time I had it was in January, during a journalism workshop that we hosted in a school in Marikina. The teachers offered us that and a Fudgee Bar as thank-you snacks :)