#not my best writing

[aboredneet]

I had a dream last night that a younger me and some friends found a sea shell on the beach. We quickly realized that this was no normal shell for if you put anything in it you would be sent though time, the amount was in correlation with the value of the item. We play with it and use it for fun stuff as kids do, and of course we didn't tell any adults crossing our hearts to never tell anyone.

A year or two after we discovered it a kid we don't know appears, he is from the future and used the shell because his mother had it and uses it for evil and is an evil dictator.

We probably should have questioned why she knew we had the old shell sooner. Or why her mother had the shell in the first place. We should have asked so much sooner but we were kids at the time, what did we know...

[total-fandom-tr45h]

Ghosti's Plexverse

Aria: Enter stage left

"Starting tomorrow, your duties will be to man the register in the gift shop, restock the shop, and whenever the daycare attendant requests help, you are to temporarily close the gift shop and go help, unless it's drop-off or pick-up time, that's when parent buy things from the shop the most. Got it?" The employee told the new hire, who was looking around in awe. 

"O-oh, yes, got it! Mainly run the gift shop, restock the shop, and help the daycare attendant when requested except during drop-off and pick-up." The girl said, looking at the employee showing her around. 

The employee nodded in satisfaction, then handed the girl a slip of paper. "Now, before you leave, go get your personal security badge so you can get into the storage rooms and such. You'll need to go to the main security office to get one made, and this paper will help you get there, just show it to a security guard and they'll help you. That's all I've got for you, so see ya." With that, the employee walked away, leaving the girl on her own. 

Looking at the slip of paper, she used her open hand to twist some hair around her finger, holding it there as she left the daycare to find the security office. After a while of wandering and asking around, she finally made it, breathing a sigh of relief as she showed the security guard the slip of paper. 

The guard let her into the office, where another employee was waiting. "Name?" They asked without looking up. 

"Aria." The employee typed the girl's response into the computer, then hit a few more buttons. After a few moments, a security pass plopped out of the machine onto the desk, which the employee grabbed and handed to Aria. 

"There ya go. Buy yourself a lanyard, you'll need it." And with that, they returned to what they had been previously doing, gesturing for the girl to leave the office. 

Aria looked down at the security badge with her name on it, and smiled. "Alright, it's time for a new start! Let's just hope it goes well..." 

The next day Aria arrived to work early, eager to begin her new job. She smoothed out the wrinkles in her dress and fixed the star hairpin she decided to wear after seeing the posters around the daycare of a sun and moon character. She started to single out a strand of hair when she heard someone approach from behind, startling her. Turning around, it turned out to be a security guard, who looked at her quizzically. 

"Aren't you going in?" They asked, gesturing towards the daycare. 

"Oh um, This is my first day, I didn't know if I had to wait or..." Aria replied awkwardly, and the guard laughed. 

"You've got a badge, don't you? You're allowed to go in whenever, as long as you're not late for your shift." The guard laughed warmly. The girl nodded and smiled in embarrassment. 

"Oh, right... thanks. I guess I'll go in then." She said before quickly heading into the daycare, fighting the strong urge to slide down the slide.

 She opened the gate of the gift shop, the lights inside the small room turning on as she entered. Clutching onto her star pendant, she walked behind the counter and checked out the register, making mental notes on where things were. Aria checked the time, surprised to see it was almost time to open. Stuffing her bag under the counter, she headed out to the displays and checked everything over, glad to see someone had stocked for her. 

Soon she heard the tell-tale sounds of excited children as the daycare opened, and she stood behind the register with a smile. A few parents bought stuffies and other toys for their kids before they left, and once there were no more parents coming in, Aria went about her other duties, restocking the shelves. 

After about an hour of trying to keep herself busy, Aria heard a new voice call out from the children's play area. "Excuse me, new friend! Could I ask for some help?" She dropped the hair she had in her hand, her eyes lighting up in excitement. 

"Of course, I'll be right there!" She replied as she stood up from where she had been sitting, then headed over to the large set of doors leading into the play area. 

She stood there for a moment, trying to figure out how she was going to open such heavy doors, when one of them opened a little. "Quickly, before any of the little ones try to leave!" The strange voice said, to which Aria complied and squeezed inside as the door closed behind her. There were children running around the large play area, laughing and screaming wildly. "Alright! First, what's your name, new friend?" The voice asked from next to Aria, and she looked to see who it was that had called her. 

To her surprise, she had to look up, as the figure next to her was taller than the average human. In fact, it wasn't human at all, but in fact an animatronic. This animatronic looked like a caricature of a sun, but dressed in a jester-like outfit, complete with frills and even bells on the wrists. 

"Aria. I-I'm Aria." She stuttered, feeling a bit intimidated by the height of the animatronic. It noticed, because it crouched down slightly as it grinned, and Aria could finally see its features better. It had a state-of-the-art face system, allowing it to make different expressions. 

"Well, Aria, it's great to meet you! I'm the daycare attendant here, but you can just call me Sun!" It said joyfully, bells jingling as it held out a hand. Aria shook Sun's hand, enthused by the bells like a child. 

"It's nice to meet you too, Sun... So, what did you need my help with?" She asked as they let go of each other's hands, Aria bringing hers to her head to fiddle with her hair. 

"Oh! It's time for arts and crafts, but I'm out of a few things and the young ones are being very rambunctious, as you can see." Sun said, gesturing around the daycare. "Would you mind helping and getting me a few things so I can settle them down?" Aria smiled, shaking her head as she knew all too well the struggle of taking care of rowdy little kids all too well. 

"I don’t mind one bit! What do you need? I'll go grab it from the storage room, I know I saw tons of art supplies there." Sun beamed, clapping their hands together. 

"Oh goody! Well, we're going to need a new box of crayons, a glue stick, more red and pink glitter glue, and some popsicle sticks." They rattled off, and Aria scribbled the items on her hand with the pen she had pulled out of the waistband of her apron. 

"Alright, I'll be right back!" She said with an excited smile before struggling to go through the door. 

A short while later she returned to the play area, a box of the requested art supplies in tow. Aria noticed that it was a bit quieter as she squeezed through the door. Sun suddenly appeared next to her, causing her to let out a small shriek and clutch her chest, dropping the box of art supplies. "Oh Jesus, you scared me." She panted, trying to calm her heart rate as Sun frowned. 

"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you! Please, follow me with the art supplies, the kids are waiting!" They said as they gestured for Aria to follow. She picked up the box and followed the animatronic, who led her to some tables that had been set up where all the children were gathered. 

"Kids, this is Miss Aria, and she's going to do some arts and crafts with us today!" Sun said cheerfully, opening his arms like a person presenting a piece of artwork would, causing a few kids to giggle. "You need to listen to her, and can ask her for help if you need it. Now, let's get to it!" They said as they took the box from Aria, setting the supplies on the table in front of them as kids rushed forward to grab stuff. 

Like a child herself, Aria grabbed a sheet of paper and went to one of the tables with the kids, sitting next to them.

She grabbed a crayon and began coloring, making sure to keep an eye on the kids at the same time. After a while, Aria felt a tap on her shoulder, and she looked up to see a little kid holding a pair of safety scissors and construction paper.

 "Miss Aria, can you help me? I can't cut this out..." The child held out the paper, which had a drawing of what seemed to be a cat.

"Of course I can. But first, what's the magic word?" She asked, smiling softly. The kid looked puzzled for a moment before realizing what she meant. 

"Please?" Aria nodded and patted the child on the head with a proud smile. 

"Good job! Now let me have the paper and scissors and I'll cut it out." They handed the things to Aria, and she carefully cut out the cat, handing the cut out drawing, scissors, and scrap of paper back to the child. "There you go. Let me know if you need more help!" With a smile, the child nodded before walking back to the table they came from. 

Not long after, Aria heard a frustrated yell from somewhere near her, and she looked over to see a little girl getting angry at something. Aria got up and walked over, kneeling down next to the girl. "What's the matter?" She asked, and the girl grumbled. 

"The crayons keep breaking- see?!" The crayon the girl had in her hand snapped, and she threw it onto the table angrily.

"Woah, calm down, it happens, okay? It's no big deal." Aria said, making sure the crayon didn't go towards another kid. The girl picked up a new crayon, gripping it tightly in her fist. Noticing this, Aria reached her hand over to gently touch the girl's hand. 

"Don't hold it so tight, that's why they keep breaking." The little girl looked up at Aria then back down at her drawing, loosening the grip on the crayon before starting to color. After a few moments, the girl looked at Aria again and smiled. 

"Thank you!" She said before going back to coloring. 

After arts and crafts was over, Aria helped get the kids cleaned up and ready for snack time. Some of the children weren't cooperating with Sun, so Aria went over to help. When her kinder attempt at getting their attention didn't work, she sighed, then straightened herself up and cleared her throat. 

"Kids, it's time to get cleaned up, not play around. You will not get a snack if you don't wash your hands." She said in a firm tone of voice but not yelling, which got the kid's attention and they quickly went and washed their hands. 

"Wow, how'd you do that?" Sun asked Aria as she checked their hands when they were done, making sure they actually washed them. Aria laughed softly, looking up at them. 

"Oh, I work with kids quite often. That was what I like to call my 'Mom voice.' It always gets the kiddo's attention." She replied, smiling proudly before checking over the group of kids, whom were all waiting for their snack. 

Aria quickly went and grabbed the snacks, making sure the allergy friendly snacks were apart from the regular ones. Once all the kids got their snacks and started eating, Aria sat down. She was genuinely happy, as she loved working with kids, and it showed on her face as she smiled lovingly at the little ones. She began to fiddle with her hair, pulling out a strand every so often as she watched, making sure nobody choked or anything. 

A dozen pulled hairs later snack time was over, and Aria made sure the kids picked up the trash after themselves. The messy kids had to wash their hands again before going to play, and Sun came up next to Aria as she made sure the last few kids took care of their trash. "Usually they just run off and I have to clean up the trash." They commented, causing Aria to look up at them and cross her arms, seemingly disappointed. 

"Every child has to learn to clean up after themselves, otherwise they'll become lazy bums." She said as though it was obvious. 

Before Aria could say another word her eyes went wide when she looked at the play structures. "No, get down from there, that's not safe!" She shouted, running over to one of the slides where a child was climbing on top of it. 

Sun chased after her, reaching over her head to pluck the child off the slide and set them on the ground. Aria put her hands on her hips, frowning. "That was incredibly dangerous, you could have fallen off and gotten hurt! Don't ever do that again, got it?" She scolded, and the child dropped their head in shame and nodded. 

"Yes Miss Aria." They muttered, and Aria patted them on the head. 

"Alright. If you've learned your lesson, you may go play again." She said, and the child ran off to another part of the play area. She let out a sigh of relief, putting a hand on her chest before looking up at Sun. "Thanks for getting them down, there's no way my short as- butt could've gotten them down. Sun simply nodded, waving their hand dismissively. 

"I deal with that all the time, I'm used to it." Aria shook her head before laughing. 

"You almost NEED a team of a human and an animatronic to take care of kids. That or a really tall human." She snorted then covered her nose and mouth, holding in her laughter, embarrassed. Sun cocked their head. 

"Did you snort?" Before Aria could answer, a kid piped in from inside the play structure. 

"Miss Aria snorted!! She snorted like a piggy!!" A bunch of other kids started making snorting noises, giggling like madmen as Aria's face turned bright red and she hid it in her hands. 

"Don't make fun of Miss Aria, it's not nice!" Sun said as they put a hand on Aria's shoulder causing her to look up at them, her face as red as a tomato from embarrassment. "Are you okay?" They asked, and she nodded in response, taking a few deep breaths.

Soon it was lunch time, and Aria had to run and open the gift shop as some parents came to pick their children up, leaving Sun alone with the kids. "Where'd Miss Aria go?" One of the children asked Sun while eating lunch. 

"Miss Aria had something to do, she'll come back after lunch." The kid pouted, frowning at their pizza. 

"Okay..." Sun chuckled. 

"You really like her, don't you?" The kid looked up at Sun and nodded. 

"Yeah! She's really nice, and she helped me today!" The kid said before taking a bite of their pizza. 

Once lunch was over, Sun convinced the kids to clean up after themselves by promising that Miss Aria would read them a story for naptime, which got most of the kids to listen. The few who didn't want to listen were told that Aria would be mad if they didn't clean up before nap time, and that got them to hustle and clean up. 

Sun began getting out the blankets for naptime when Aria returned, squeezing through the doors. She hurried over and took some of the blankets from Sun, helping to distribute them to the kids. Once all the kids were settled in, one of them looked up at Aria excitedly. 

"Now will you tell us a story?" Puzzled, Aria looked at Sun, who shrugged with a chuckle. 

"I told them you'd read them a story if they cleaned up after themselves, that's it." With a sigh, Aria found herself a cushion and sat down, then began telling the children a story from memory, the last child falling asleep about halfway through the story. 

Sun had almost drifted off to sleep themself, but startled awake as they spotted Aria by the light switch. They scrambled to stand up, hoping to stop her, but it was too late. Aria flipped the light switch, turning off the lights in the daycare as she hummed softly to herself. Sun backed out of her view as she returned to the children, looking around to try and find them. 

"Sun? Where are you?" She whisper-yelled before being grabbed by the waist and hoisted into the air, causing her to let out a squeak of surprise and fright. She looked down to see a pair of arms that looked almost identical to Sun's, aside from the fact they had different colors on them. She squirmed and whoever was holding her laughed in an unfamiliar voice. 

"Don't squirm unless you want to fall." They said, causing Aria to stop moving. "Good girl." The voice cooed, and Aria tried to see who it was holding her. 

"Who are you? Wh-why am I in the air?" She stuttered, gripping onto the arms holding her. The voice chuckled again, and they began to move in the air. 

"The name's Moon, and I've been dying to meet you." They said, flipping Aria around to face them. She had squeezed her eyes shut as she was turned, and as soon as she could she wrapped her arms around this 'Moon', holding on for dear life. "I'm not going to drop you, calm down." They said, using the cable to make a sort of hanging chair thing.

They sat there with Aria clung onto them, finding it funny that she was so scared. "Hey, c'mon. Open your eyes." They said, and Aria slowly lifted her head and opened her eyes. The face she was met with looked similar to Sun, but grey and black, with red eyes and a blue nightcap with stars on their head instead of rays like Sun. 

Moon gestured outwards, grinning. "Look out." Aria slowly shifted, still holding tightly to Moon as she looked out. From where they were, the two could see the whole daycare, including all the kids that were asleep. 

"O-Okay, this is cool, but could you please put me down now?? This is freaking me out." Aria said, shaking slightly. 

"Aww, alright. But I'll be up here if you need me." Moon said before undoing their seat, lowering down and setting Aria down before rising toward the ceiling again. 

Aria breathed a sigh of relief and smoothed her dress, fixing her hairpin before going to sit next to the children. Once naptime was over, Aria turned on the lights and woke up the kids, still wondering about that curious Moon character when Sun approached her from behind, tapping her on the shoulder and causing her to startle, letting out a squeak. 

"Oh, it's you Sun. I've got a question for you." She said as she folded a blanket neatly, setting it on the growing pile. "Who is Moon?" 

Sun froze when she asked the question, and they hesitated before responding. "You... weren't supposed to meet Moon. I forgot to tell you the number one rule here; Keep the lights on." Aria blinked in confusion before frowning, hanging her head. 

"Sorry, I had no idea... I mean, it is my first day after all..." Sun grabbed the blanket Aria had stalled on, folding it the rest of the way. 

"It's alright, just keep that in mind from now on, alright?" Aria nodded silently and she and Sun finished folding the blankets. She went and put them away as Sun got the kids together for their afternoon lesson. 

The rest of the day went by without anything else interesting going on, a couple of the kids didn't want Aria to leave when she had to go get the shop ready for pick-up time. "Noooo, don't goooooo!!" One child said, holding onto Aria's hand as she tried to leave. She chuckled and patted the kid on the head. 

"I'll be here tomorrow, I promise. Okay?" She said as the kid looked up at her and nodded, letting go of her leg. 

"Okay... but you better keep your promise!" They said and stomped their feet, and Aria laughed. 

"I will keep my promise. Now, see you tomorrow, alright?" The child nodded and Aria left the play area, heading to the gift shop and restocking the shelves before the parents came in to pick up their children. 

A few parents stopped in the gift shop with kids in tow, and all of the kids smiled at Aria and waved before leaving the shop. Once all the kids had been picked up and parents had all left, Aria restocked the shelves again before closing the shop, yawning as she looked at the time. She stuck her head into the play area, looking around for Sun before just calling out. 

"See you tomorrow, Sun!" Aria said before clocking out and leaving, completing her first day of work.

[criiitter]

how did sonic even get him to take that?

[theoldaeroplane]

worried that thing you put in your art or writing or game or music is too self-indulgent, too self-referential, too niche for anyone but yourself? fear not! you can do whatever you want forever. and you should.

[inkskinned]

okay is she being actually immature or is it just a woman over 30 expressing a human experience you find to be immature.

like yeah. at certain ages... let shit go. im not defending the real immature shit. im not defending the karen you're picturing. i worked in retail i hate those people too. (once somebody got mad at me because she didn't like how our winter window decor was a snowman smoking a pipe. i wish i was joking).

but men at 57 will write books about how 17 year old girls are soooo sexy. they will invent worlds where women have to be naked for "armor reasons." they will write songs that treat women as objects. people rush to defend them. meanwhile a woman at 35 will be like "heartbreak is hard, actually" or "i feel betrayed by a friend" or "i am struggling with something emotionally." immediately people will say stuff like this woman is 35 by the way. by the way this woman is SO OLD to be experiencing this. BY THE WAY.

im 31, almost 32. the other day a poet was blasted online because at her "big age", she had written a poem about feeling unloved. top comment was "this woman is 29 by the way." this woman is too old to still be useful, by the way. she has to behave better . maybe if she was a good wife and mother she could stop existing loudly, and the story could continue on without her. this woman has served her purpose, by the way. she's so cringe, by the way. at 29 - so old! - she still hasn't figured out that her existence should be one of shame.

[suguruverse]

your personal space has never really truly been yours since you’ve started dating him. his muscled arm around your waist when you wake up in the morning, has become as familiar as the sunrise itself. it used to be cute, his warmth a cozy start to the day. but now, it's suffocating, like he can't bear to let you go, even in his sleep.

you shift carefully under his weight, not wanting to disturb his sleep. his breath keeping its steady rhythm against your neck, and you wonder if he dreams of you as you lean in to kiss his forehead gently. he smiles in his sleep, a small, contented expression that almost makes you want to slip right back into his arms.

the sheets rustle softly as you slip out from his grip. you slowly tiptoe across your shared bedroom, craving the simple pleasure of being able to enjoy making coffee alone. the smell of freshly ground beans fills the kitchen, and you lean against the counter, enjoying the quiet morning.

but as your coffee brews, a twinge of guilt creeps in and you can almost imagine when he'll wake up and wonder where you've gone. despite enjoying the well needed alone time, you knew the longing to be close to him will pull you back into his embrace sooner than you'd planned. almost as if in complete sync with your thoughts, you hear a mumble approaching the kitchen, and then his voice, thick with sleep, calling out softly,

"angel cmon back to bed with me, you know i don’t like sleeping without you"

ੈ✩‧₊˚ gojo, nanami, bakugou, iwaizumi hajime (27) althetic trainer, oikawa, kuroo, geto, choso, yuji, midoriya

[bishy437]

he won

bonus:

[bioethicists]

it's very important to understand how a personality disorder diagnosis functions in the psychiatric system, even if you identify with the diagnosis or find it useful.

personality disorders on your medical record will be used to discredit anything you say or do. they indicate "don't bother listening to this person; apply treatment regardless of their wishes but also they're probably manipulating/attention-seeking so maybe don't bother treating them". needing support becomes attention-seeking. behaviors that would be treated + supported in someone without this diagnosis are ignored or treated as manipulative. providers are instructed to "withdraw warmth" (a real thing in the DBT provider's manual, btw) in response to self-injury or suicidal ideation.

if you have been dx'd with a personality disorder professionally, you likely understand this.

now, here's the important part: this is not an issue of 'stigma' against a politically neutral, pre-discursive True Disease which is being Unfairly Maligned. these diagnoses were formulated based on the idea that some patients cannot be trusted, that some patients seek care too much. they are applied to patient charts as a justification for withdrawing care or as a dismissal of someone "not getting better" fast enough. in the uk, they are often employed by the nhs to shame or problematize people who use large amounts of nhs resources, arguing that receiving a lot of care through the nhs is a negative behavior stemming from a disordered personality.

there are elements of personality disorders which resonate strongly with many people, including myself, but you need to be clear-eyed about the origins + functions of this diagnosis. as a whole, they were created + function as ways to discredit + mistreat noncompliant or "difficult" patients. 'reclaiming' them is not going to change how they function systematically- it is going to make it easier to engage in this systematic neglect by evoking 'ableism' or 'stigma!' when people question the utility or application of the diagnosis.

[ash-and-starlight]

oh my god no way..,the lion,,,, is homosexual ,, 🫢

happy lunar new year! did you know that despite what wikipedia says the lion dance is a relatively recent practice, and was in fact invented in @ranilla-bean’s fic Pride of Place? click the link for more fun facts!

[fairydrowning]

"Days will pass, and you'll abandon things you were addicted to, and leave someone, and cancel a dream, and finally, accept a reality."

– Nizar Qabbani

[aerofbreath]

Actually writing something based off of this post. Y'all really seemed to like it and I got scared LOLOL

(How it will probably go (written poorly written cause it's almost 7AM and I haven't slept yet) . Also I have no idea what I'm doing. This will be rewritten better in a fic maybe.)

Jason sighed as he made his way into Gotham University's gym. It was the middle of the day and Jason was there at a Startup Event posing as a guy who was interested in what people had to offer. He had only had maybe a total of four hours of sleep since he had patrol the night before. Granted, this wouldn't have affected him as much if he was more mentally prepared to be awake. The only reason why he's out here was because Bruce had woken him up an hour ago to tell him a little last minute about what he needed to do today. Originally, the plan was to do absolutely nothing. But now he has to investigate a guy that Bruce had his eye on as of lately.

The person he's looking for is a man named Danny Nightingale. Apparently he's been in Gotham for a couple years and only recently started making a mess of things. How it went under Bruce's nose is beyond him considering how freaked out Bruce was once he did find out.

Apparently, the guy has been making life changing machines. Little mechanical bees have been flying around Gotham really just sucking up all the pollution in the air and just depositing it somewhere. According to the media, they go back to some headquarters and into a bee hive looking structure to deposit all the pollution and sludge. From the photos shown, it's actually pretty impressive. Some guy actually making a change around here.

For Bruce- no. For Batman, this is just highly suspicious. Why would some guy make these positive life changing machines? For the better? No. No genius with the power to change the world would do it for the better. There's got to be some ulterior motive behind it.

At least, that's what Batman thinks.

Jason thinks it's all interesting. Maybe there is an ulterior motive but even then, at a scale so large that it's literally affecting the city in a positive way? You've got to be literally more insane than the Joker if you wanted to plaster your face everywhere at an event like this. Everyone else at this event seemed to show promise but compared to Danny Nightingale's company? They're literally all small fry.

Surprisingly enough, however, no one else seems to be at Danny's booth. Not even Danny. Jason frowned as he approached the booth and just looked at the machines on them. The Bees are kind of just flying in place and the moment that Jason even looked at them, the Bees immediately got to work. They flew around him like a puppy with wings, nuzzling against him and bumping into him so dumbly. And honestly?

It was actually kind of cute. You would think that being on such little hours of sleep and being grumpy the whole morning would really affect the pits inside him but no. He's surprisingly calm.

"Oh my gosh, I am so sorry! They don't usually act like this," a voice stuttered out. A man hastily walked towards Jason as he gently plucked the Bees out of the air and brought it close to him.

"Uh, don't worry about it. I thought it was kind of..." Jason trailed out before locking eyes with the man who spoke.

This was Danny Nightingale. He was much shorter than Jason, only standing tall at 5' 5". His hair was fully black with only a white money piece right on his bangs. And his eyes? An alluring blue with only a hint of green at the center of his eyes. Honestly, the sight of Danny just about took Jason's breath away.

There was a subtle glow to him, almost making Jason think of there being some sort of meta activity going on but looking around the people in the area, no one but him seems to notice. Danny was concerned about Jason, that much is obvious. The way his eyes burrowed in concern then into confusion. It's strange why just looking at him made Jason's heart skip a beat, even though in hindsight, Danny looks much worse off than Jason.

That man looks like he hasn't slept in 3 weeks. But even then he was...

"Cute..." Jason finally finished his sentence a little too late.

Danny blinked in confusion, tilting his head to the side. His bangs fall freely over his eyes. Just the sight of that almost made Jason blush. "My bees were cute?" Danny spoke, the tone of his voice (very tired) sounded like a sweet harmony in Jason's ears. "Oh! You're interested in Nightech? No one else seems to be interested in my stuff yet. I can tell you all about this company and how it works? I put in a lot of work and love into these little guys and I'm sure you would love them too!"

Blah blah blah. Proper name. Place name. Backstory stuff.

Nothing of what Danny is saying is registering in Jason's brain right now. Maybe some. ("I... Love... You...")

"I love you too!!" Jason blurted out.

Danny blinked before widening his eyes. "Wh-What...?" There was that look of concern again but now there's another look. Recognition...

Whatever. None of that right now. This is embarrassing!

"I-I said I love your company. Uh. Do you have a business card? I can let Bruce Wayne know about this."

Wordlessly, Danny gave an information card to Jason before that poor brick of a man just ran out of there, not once even looking back. Honestly, from the way it's playing out in Jason's head right now, he feels like a princess running away from her prince at the stroke of midnight. The earpiece crackled before a voice started to speak.

"Jason? What the hell was that?" Bruce's voice questioned.

It was only when Jason left the gymnasium that he answered, "Me digging my own grave for the second time, old man. Let me go die in peace."

"No, no," Dick's voice chimed in, "Only after we replay that very short conversation about 50,000 times. Thank you very much."

Jason only groaned in response.

Danny, back in the gymnasium, only stared at the door that Jason left from in horror. The only way for people to react that way to him like that is for them to be dead or liminal. Now he has to figure out a way to tell Bruce Wayne that this person that he seems to know is a little bit dead!

This actually is a part of whatever the fuck I'm writing. I'm still thinking of a fic name. But all of the random posts go together in some way.

[meowkunas]

COMING OVER TO YOUR PLACE !

[w/ toji, gojo, geto, yuki, shoko, shiu, choso, nanami, sukuna]

implied that this is their first time visiting your place but i got a little sidetracked on a couple of them <3

a/n: i get so so stressed when people come to visit :((

[ariadnes-elixirs]

thinking of an isekaied reader and a yandere noble boy...

(gn reader x male noble yandere)

part 1 / part 2 / part 3 / part 4 / part 5

tw: none (?) so far, just some obsessive sounding letters

you were currently staring at a face that wasn't yours, in a castle you've never seen, surrounded by people you don't know. you look down at you hands, now covered in jewelry you could have never hoped to afford in your previous life. your unblemished, dainty hands that have never seen a day of work.

the first couple days you spent in this body were spent in bed. you were told by the nurse that you had collapsed while leaving supper and had been asleep for several days.

your father, the count, made the estate's staff keep you in bed and well taken care of. he was a tan and muscular man with a scar across the left side of his face. at first you were intimidated by his rough appearance, especially because these settings usually accompany a stereotypically abusive family for the female protagonist.

however, you found that he was a kind and gentle man, genuinely concerned for his child's well being. his eyes soften as they turn to you, and after asking around, you found out that he has been working remotely from the estate ever since you passed out.

you found out from a maid that he was born a commoner, but excelled at combat and battle strategy. which caught the eye of the grand duke, and his daughter.

the grand duke's daughter was about the same age as him, and there were rumors floating around about them meeting in secret as children, then falling in love as they grew older.

he was able to prove his worth to the kingdom and earn his title through battle. although, it was unclear if he did this just to obtain status, or if it was to impress a certain grand duke.

your mother was usually busy tending to the estate's financial affairs, but the few times you saw her around were when she was at your bedside, reading a book in her lap while playing with a strand of your hair as you were tended to by nurses and maids.

apparently, regardless of the status your father obtained, the grand duke was insistent that his daughter was too good for him. he would shout and scream like a child about how she would marry the prince, who is now the king. when she refused to do so, he disowned her.

with your father's newly obtained title of "count" he obtained land, and greatly assisted the men and women he paid to build the estate you and your family currently live in.

your mother apparently knew that she would get disowned as soon as they made their relationship public. so, they strategically announced their engagement and wedding so that your mother could simply move in with your father as soon as she was disowned.

she usually appeared cold and didn't say much, but the way she looked at your father made you believe she had no regrets and loves him, you, and the life she has. the way your father looked at her also made you believe that he was deeply in love with her, as he borderline worshipped the ground she walked on. they were a private, yet happy couple and you were their beloved only child.

this scene was familiar, but you couldn't quite place it. you were an avid reader of "otome isekai" manga and manhwa, but nothing about this seemed familiar to you. so, when you were finally allowed to leave your bed, you tried to deduce as much as you could about where you were.

eventually, you decided to ask your parents. claiming that you were having issues with your memory since you collapsed. technically not a lie, and they looked concerned while they answered your questions one at a time. as you got up to leave, you noticed a pile of unopened letters on the windowsill of your parents' joint office.

your parents sighed as their attention shifted to what you had been staring at.

your father spoke up first, "that friend of yours has not stopped sending letters ever since he found out what happened to you," he continued, "i knew it was a mistake telling him you collapsed."

your mother expression shifted into a sly yet knowing look, "well, i can't blame the boy for being concerned. the two of you have been attached at the hip since childhood."

your father makes an abstract motion with his left arm, vaguely gesturing at the pile of letters. "we didn't want to disturb your rest or worry you, so we decided to hide the letters until you recovered." he pauses, "feel free to take them on your way out."

you walk over to the windowsill and slowly start collecting the letters. all addressed to what is now "your" name. as your eyes shift to the return address, you notice they all came from an oliver northwood.

you say your goodbyes to your parents, and make your way back to your room. once you've arrived, you set down the letters on your bed and slowly realize just how many letters he's written to you within the past four days. you begin with the earliest ones, all of which contain very sweet and concerned messages, wishing for you to recover soon.

as you keep reading, you start to feel a sense of dead wash over you as the contents of the letters become more... unsettling. shifting from statements like "i wish you a speedy recovery and can't wait to see you again!" to "every day i go without seeing your face is a day wasted. i wish i could go over there to see you, even if you 'aren't awake.'"

you push on, finally getting to the more recent letters. the contents causes a small shiver to run down your spine. "i miss you so so so so much. my darling, my love, my closest friend. please please get better soon. i feel myself slowly going insane when you aren't near me. sometimes, i feel like you are the one thing keeping me stable. please get better. please..."

you don't know this man, but the person whose body you now inhabit did.

you try to recall every male lead you could. oliver northwood... oliver northwood... doesnt sound like any male lead youve read about. you did read... so much otome isekai though. so its also possible you just cant remember.

just who is he?

please let me know if you want a continuation! :)

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ᝰ VIP ROOM !

✶ 𓏲ּ ꩜ 𓂅 the penacony grand theater cordially invites you to V.I.P. room 2 this friday evening for a musical!

CW; fem! reader x penacony men (separated), vaginal penetration, fingering, slight degradation & voyeurism, vibrator, bondage, ‘daddy’ (only for gallagher)

𐙚 AVENTURINE

your gasps ring in his ears as he slides one of your leg onto his lap, spreading you apart effortlessly. his grip on your thigh is tight and steady, clearly having no intention of letting you go anytime soon.

snuggled next to him on the sofa, you feel his arm draped around you, holding both your wrists together, and smirking when you squirm to reach for your dress.

your eyes dart to his face, observing his furrowed brows and the angry smirk as he stares back into your eyes, clear jealousy written in those colourful irises. he leans in close, lips just inches apart from yours, and you feel his breathing turn erratic as his eyes darken, "you love teasing me, don't you?"

"I was just saying hi to an old friend..."

"did you not see the way he looked at you?"

your head shakes cautiously, nails digging softly into your own skin, "m' sorry." aventurine pecks you on your lips, the glossy lipstick staining his own in the process.

another whimper sounds as his gloved fingers slide under your thighs, the soft pads of his black gloves resting snugly against your clothed, pulsing nub. his smirk reappears when the wetness soaks through your panties and onto his gloves, soft squelching sounds reverberate in the VIP room.

your head falls against his shoulder, wrists still bound by his hand, legs spread and trembling on his lap. your boyfriend teases at your earlobes, nipping at the tender skin, sending shivers down your spine with each bite.

his deft fingers slides under your panties, and you hear him chuckle into your ear at how drenched you are for him, making it so easy for his two fingers to slip right into your warm hole.

"who do you belong to, hmm?"

he releases your wrists, the now free hand reaching up to your throat, pulling you closer to his face again.

"—you."

"good girl."

the air gets knocked out of your chest as he pushes you onto the sofa, his fingers still pumping and curling in your pussy harshly, his pace only increasing with each cry of his name you let out.

an embarrassing squelch sounds as he removes them, and you whine at the empty feeling inside you, the ring of muscle clenching at nothing as your hands reach for his nape.

"please— need you so bad..." a satisfied hum leaves him as he leans down to kiss your forehead, pushing his fingers in again without warning at the same time. your legs tense, and your toes curl, a loud moan escaping you, only to get muffled by him stuffing your dress into your mouth.

"all of this," his lips latch onto your neck as they suckle on the sensitive spots, "is for me," littering them with beautiful hickeys that he'll admire later on, "and me only." the musical on stage turning into background noise.

𐙚 BOOTHILL

boothill grunts into your dripping pussy as your fingers pull on the roots of his hair, tugging both away and towards your core, uncertain if you want more or to escape this torment.

"stay still, sweetheart."

a soft "can't—" escapes you, making him cock an eyebrow, his mouth never stopping, licking and sucking at your puffy clit. the silent command from his eyes has you tensing your thighs as his grip tightens, and you're sure his metal fingers will leave marks there tomorrow.

moans of his name fill the room as he frees on hand to slide under your dress and up to your chest, the cool metal wrapping around your boob comfortably. your body shrinks as he plays with the soft bundle of nerves, thumb and pointer finger pinching at your nipple occasionally, making your pussy clench.

his eyes roll to the back of his head the moment his tongue dips into your warm core, your juices and gummy walls sending his engine into overdrive. you swear if he were in a cartoon, there'd be smoke coming out of his back right now.

"pretty girl tastes so (fucking) good." hums when your legs clench around his head, "all this, just for me."

your eyes water as you come undone on his tongue. the sound of fans whirring before you drags you back to reality as he stands, flipping you around so that you're kneeling on the sofa with your hands on the backrest.

whines leave you as he flips your dress up and tears your panties easily. the familiar feeling of cool metal dick has you lying limp on the backrest, your hips involuntarily grinding back against him.

"eager, aren't we?"

muffled whimpers sound from you as you bury your face into the cushions, knowing that you'll be making extremely embarrassing sounds the moment he enters you.

a loud groan escapes boothill as he slides into you, the cool, hard metal of his dick a clear contrast to your soft, warm, and inviting walls, wrapping around him like a vice.

his hand slips around your mouth to cover up your obscene sounds as he pounds into you, unable to contain his hunger any longer. you're now locked in a position that allows him to manhandle and control you easily, body fully limp and putty in his arms, just the way he likes.

𐙚 DR. RATIO

a small smile adorns your lips as you stare straight ahead, looking out at the balcony and onto the stage where the musical is happening, clearly avoiding eye contact with your boyfriend who's burning holes through your head.

your hand inches up his thigh, nails scraping slightly with each movement, your own legs clench whenever you feel his muscles tense beneath the pads of your fingers.

an audible sigh could be heard from him when you palm him through his pants, a clear bulge forming under your hand, making your smile bigger. "someone's excited."

"shut up."

you giggle softly as your fingers wrap around the bulge, while your pointer finger draws slow circles on his clothed tip, a dark spot forming slowly on his pants from his arousal.

you yelp suddenly when you feel yourself stand and be placed into a forceful position. your elbows scrape on the table beneath you as you trying your best to stand steady on your legs all the while looking over your shoulder, a teasing smile on your face.

"what? can't take it already?"

ratio's eyes narrow at your comment before pushing down on the small of your back, making your body press harder onto the cold table surface.

something changes in the air when he huffs a laugh, his hands now gripping at your hips, holding you in place as he starts dry humping against you. he leans down, caging you beneath him as he slides one knee between your legs, and you know, you're in danger.

you squirm in his hold, hips inching forward, digging into the edge of the table, trying your best to run away, your fight or flight kicking in, knowing he isn't going to go easy on you for teasing him.

he pulls you back harshly, so hard you stumble back into his chest. "where do you think you're going?" this wipes the smirk off your face.

you shudder when he kisses down your nape to your shoulder blades, and all you could do was hold your breath, praying that he's not going to be too rough on you as punishment.

you could feel the smugness from the man behind you as he pulls himself out and slides into your panties, coating himself with your wetness, the tip sliding against your clit with each thrust.

now you're the one biting back moans, hands reaching backward to claw at his wrists, an indication that you want him to fuck you. ratio chuckles at your feeble attempt to command him, and he leans down again, this time nearer to your ear, never stopping his movements, sliding against your folds harshly.

"this is for fucking with me when you know you can't handle my teasing."

𐙚 GALLAGHER

as the curtains shut behind the two of you, you trip down the steps, pulling gallagher by his tie. your heels coming off with each step towards the display shelf at the side of the VIP room.

your grip on him strong, like a leash, leading the man before you to collide against your soft body as you lean on the shelf. one strap of your dress slips down your shoulder, a testament to your impatience to feel him against you.

gallagher's hands land on either side of your head, trapping you between the shelf and his body. the sheer size of this man completely envelops you, providing cover if anyone were to look for you behind him.

a giggle escapes you as he kisses your jaw and down to your collarbone. "couldn't wait till we got home?"

your head shakes as you bit your lower lip softly, head tilting upwards, silently inviting him to kiss you. he ignores your request, choosing instead to plant a sweet kiss on your forehead as he runs his hands along the curves of your body, eventually resting on your waist and hip.

you whine when he doesn't kiss you where you want him too, "just wanna feel you, daddy. please?" his smug smile widens at your plea before he pulls your lower body against his own, his bulge resting comfortably on your lower stomach.

"keep it down, okay? they're still out there."

you nod, and a soft " good girl" from him weakens your knees as you relax against his hold, allowing his hands to bunch your dress upwards, freeing himself from his restraints.

your gasps are swallowed by his hot mouth against yours, his thrusts slow and deliberate. your toes dig into the carpeted floor beneath you at the stretch. everything feels heightened knowing that the attendants outside the room could intrude any second and see this filthy scene adds to the pleasure.

gallagher pulls back, panting softly as he angles himself to your g-spot, only to kiss you harshly again, muffling your moans with his tongue. the mind-numbing sensations has you cumming around him almost instantly. you fall limp against him, but he doesn't give you a chance to rest, before propping you up and wrapping your legs around his waist, pounding into you roughly, chasing his own high this time.

"filthy little girl, moaning my name like that. you want them to catch us, don't you?"

𐙚 SUNDAY

a clear look of fear appears in your eyes as your back hits the wall next to the balcony, knowing you have nowhere else to run from the man standing before you.

sunday smiles as he approaches you, his hands reaching for the rope that controls the curtains' movements. "what're you planning to do with that?" the shakiness in your voice betrays you as you try to feign confidence, tilting your chin up slightly as your last resort to prove that you're not scared.

with a flourish, sunday twirls the golden rope in his gloved hands before yanking on it sharply, swiftly closing the balcony curtain. the dimly lit room takes on a more intimate aura as he reaches for your wrists, brushing his lips against them softly like a gentleman, although his eyes betray a predatory gleam that sends your knees weak.

"tug on it, and the whole grand theater will see you."

confusion flickers across your face at his warning, until you feel the bind of your wrists by the very rope he held.

drawing you closer by your waist, sunday twirls you around to face the deep red curtains as he slips his hand under your dress, inserting something cool into your heated core. a soft buzz sounds between your legs, causing you to instinctively lurch forward.

"sunday—!"

he silences your protest with a soft shush, his hands teasing your chest and clit while his hot mouth leaves hickeys on your neck. your arms remained raised slightly, fighting the urge to tug on the rope, knowing the consequences if the curtains do part.

soft cries leave your trembling lips as he increases the speed with a click of the remote in his pocket. leaning back against him, your body surrender fully, giving him full access to your body.

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This started as a shitpost and then I just kept going anyway AU where Floyd eventually forgives Veneer and they end up becoming besties a few years down the line and have girls nights ugh [NOT SHIP ART!!!] aaand Bonus doodle of when they take the curlers out or some shit dont look at me man