#not sure about it but i wanna know was she just chilling at the roof spawn limbo?

[the-fandom-queenxox]

Rat Lizzie is such "wet cat character" goals

Show up like 4 times in the whole smp and get your character killed 30 mins into the finale. Amazing

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

You Make Me Wanna 3

Warnings: dark elements, noncon, age gap, best friend’s dad trope other dark elements. Proceed with caution.

Note: Please let me know what you think as it helps me a lot with ideas and I love interacting with you all.

Part of The Club AU

Headlights flash across a white garage door. The car jerks to a stop and you look at the suburban house before you. The red brick and trimmed hedges are shadowy as yellow light glows from behind the front door. Another light flicks on upstairs as Walter shuts off the engine and plucks up his phone. 

You stay as you are, arms crossed as you stare over at him. He unbuckles his belt, letting it snap back, and he climbs out, shifting the whole car with his weight. You shake your head and roll your eyes. You’ll wait until he’s inside and fuck off.  

The escape is quickly stymied as he stomps around to the passenger side and opens the door. As he grabs your arm, you struggle to release yourself from the seat belt. You shove him away as you get up and steady yourself against the car. 

“Stop,” you whine. “Jesus.” 

“She better be here,” he snarls and snaps his fingers at you. 

You sigh and follow his pointing finger up the walk. He falls into step with you and his footsteps take the stairs heavily. Boom, boom, boom. His approach is thunderous in the calm suburban din. 

He pounds on the door and jabs at the doorbell. You shake your head and hug yourself as the evening sends a chill up your spine. Faye is not going to be happy and when she’s pissed, she reminds you a lot of her father. 

Walter continues his assault on the front door and finally a shadow flickers from within. Clumsy steps stutter to the other side and the latch flips back. A guy you vaguely recognise opens it from inside. Your escort growls and clamps his hand around the door frame.  

“Where the fuck is my daughter?” He sneers. 

“Huh? Who the hell--” 

“Faye!” Walter booms past the guy. 

“Yo, you can’t just--” 

“I can just, buddy,” Walter grabs the guy by his scruff, “I’m a cop and you got my fucking daughter in here--” 

“Holy fuck!” 

“Dad!” Faye squeals and comes barreling down the stairs, “get off! What are you even doing here? How do you--” 

She stops as she spots you watching half-drunk from the doorway. You put your hands up and shrug, mouthing ‘sorry’. She scowls and turns her ire back on her father. 

“You are so embarrassing! I’m an adult. I can do what I want--” 

Walter shoves aside the man in his maw and storms towards his daughter. 

“Can you, now? Why don’t you get a goddamn job and go find somewhere you can pay rent because as long as you live under my roof, you’re not an adult. You don’t get to go home with strangers.” 

Your brows raise and you back up. This would be a great time to leave. You don’t think Faye is gonna talk to you for a while after this and Walter, well, you don’t really care.  

You turn and drag your feet across the porch. What a disaster. Hey, it might save you from a future of these nights. You’re about done with the whole drinking and clubbing nonsense. Dancing isn’t too bad but there’s many guys buzzing around and Faye doesn’t bother swatting them away.  

You stop at the curb and look around. You don’t know this neighbourhood. Once you find a street name, you’re sure you’ll be able to track down a train terminal or something and get home. Great, more money spent. 

Is this what life is going to be for you? Depressing, dim, defeating. Faye, well, she’s a pretty girl, from a decent upbringing, these are her wild oats. She’ll sow them and be off to bigger better things once her name is on that degree. But you, you stick around in shady bars and you’ll be just another washed out loser. 

You get a few blocks away before you can get your data to kick in. You'll use your measly megabits in moments. Right, okay. Buses aren’t running at 2am and the train station is twenty minutes away. Fun, walking in the dark, alone. 

You don’t have much of a choice. You keep on. The glare of headlights comes up behind you, illuminating your silhouette against the hedges and pavement. You don’t look. Not until the car slows beside you. 

“Get in,” Walter orders brusquely. 

You scoff and cross your arms.  

“It’s not safe out here.” 

“Like you care.” 

“I’m a detective, it’s my job.” 

“Well, I’m out of your jurisdiction, detective, don’t gotta worry about me,” you roll your eyes. 

“Would you just--” 

You stop and face him as he hits the brakes and stops completely. 

“Where’s Faye?” You sniff. 

“So now you care?” 

“Wow, well, you can stop pretending to be Mr. Detective Good Guy,” you grit, “really, I didn’t tell her to get with that dude. If you listened, you’d know that’s the last thing I wanted. I don’t wanna be ditched for some stranger.” You shake your head and flick your hand dismissively, “not that you even care. So please, I’m gonna catch a train and go home. Don’t worry, you won’t see me any time soon. Sir.” 

You attach the last word as punctuation before you spin on your heel. You sneer into the darkness as you stroll away. You really can’t believe him. It’s like he’s so caught up in playing the hero detective in his working hours, that off the clock he can only be an asshole. 

Well, he isn’t your dad. He doesn’t make the rules for you. He is not your law. 

[rapz-rites]

Unhinged

Reader insert incorrect quotes inspired by my tiktok fyp

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Reader: *ferociously tapping their phone screen*

Jason: What are you doing?

Reader: I’m making an instagram post :)

Dick: About?

Reader: I’m letting everyone know that Damian will not be outside this summer as he is happily pregnant

Damian:….

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Bruce: We’re going to Furance Creek for our next mission

Jason: Seriosuly? That place gets at hot as 130 degrees

Dick: That place will dry up my skin and hair

Reader: Why would it be that hot? What city is that? IS THAT HELL?!?

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*Everyone chilling in a roof after patrol waiting for Bruce*

Reader: It is hot as hell in this fuc-

*Reader sees an all black stiloette*

Reader: IS THAT THE GRIM REAPER?!

Jason: Sadly no.

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*Reader to Barbara*

Reader: I hate your face plus you're ugly

Barbara: uh…

Reader: Just kidding that's a joke

*Reader walks away giggling*

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*Everyone doing their own thing in the BatCave*

Reader: You guys wanna hear a joke?

Jason: *Sighs*

Dick: Sure. What is it?

Reader: Why was Pavlov’s hair so soft

Duke: Oh my gosh

Reader: Cuz he used classical conditioning

*Reader falls on the floor laughing*

Tim: Does she need an exorcism?

Damian: Probably

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This is my first time doing incorrect quotes so I hope I did it right and you guys like it

I might post these every week or two if y'all like it as fillers between larger posts

[caelyne]

it took a moment, but jayde was able to bring themself to their knees after lying on the floor for a bit. they shook their head.

'are you alright?' a quiet, but friendly voice muttered as he approached the exhausted cat's side.

'.. i guess i'm just not really feeling it today.' jayde replied, a twinge of guilt in their voice. they winced, not out of the dull aching pain as they shifted their weight, but they just didn't like making excuses. jayde dared a glance up toward irri, half expecting the somber, dark furred feline to be gazing down in disappointment.

irri looked back, thoughtfully. after a brief moment, he pulled out a small pocketwatch and flipped it open. it was an old device, something you'd expect an older gentleman to keep in their breast pocket. irri gave a small sigh.

'something tells me shiloh isn't gonna make it today. wanna just. call it for now?'

'can we? i'm sorry..'

'tch, don't worry about it.' irri gave a small smile. 'we got plenty of time, there's no sense in pushing things.' jayde shrugged and hung their head low.

'..say. lets get something to eat. my treat.' irri asked, flashing his eyebrows at that last part.

…

irri stared in stunned silence, watching the kid tear into their meal. 'i. i don't think i've ever seen anyone eat so.. ravenously!' jayde paused, mouth still full. and then Gulp!

'pwahh.. sorry.. i guess i was really hungry!' jayde said, giving a nervous little smirk.

'..alright, homework for you.' irri said, raising his finger in a way that was clearly reminiscent of a certain professor. 'no more skipping meals. okay?'

jayde rolled their eyes. 'ffiiiiineee.. its not like i did it on purpose! just kinda.. forgot.' a silly little kitty-blep came with the excuse.

irri shifted his attention back toward the horizon. from where they sat, clusters of trees blanketed the surface beneath them, with buildings occasionally rising through the canopy. this side of town near the university seemed to have a lot of green-thumbs running the place, irri mused to himself. still, being above it all made for quite the view as he focused on the city core that rose in the distance.

'forgot eh?' irri relaxed in his posture a bit. 'look.. i know you have a good head on your shoulders. but you gotta take care of everything beneath it too. especially, with what we're doing.' irri idly began to twirl his fingers along the rim of his watch. 'if you're gonna learn control, you need to keep up your strength at all times.'

'alright alright i get ittt.. no more skipping breakfast!' jayde met irri's gaze. 'promise.' they said, affirmatively. irri rolled his eyes, his lips almost curling into a small little smile.

the sun began to set, and stars slowly began to blink to life in the night sky. still the pair sat there, as the chill of the early evening began to take hold. 'so.. is sinclaire all you have?'

jayde cocked their head. 'nuh, i've got my parents back home. oh! and my older sister. she goes to the university too, actually.. her name is nyla.' the cat kicked their legs a bit as they sat along the edge of the roof.

'..nyla. there's a nyla in my class. tall? long brown hair? glasses? ..purple eyes?' jayde clapped their paws and pointed toward irri excitedly in affirmation. 'hheh. small world, eh?'

jayde giggled. 'soo.. what about you?' irri looked back, questioningly. 'who do you have?'

irri paused a moment. well.. surely its fine, he thought. 'just got my mom. we live nearby.'

'no dad..?'

'nah. mom doesn't like talking about it.' irri smiled and looked up toward the sky, his eyes landing on the supernova. 'i'd like to be able to help her out, but she insisted that i go to school first.'

'is she okay?'

'just works a lot. i think she got a lot more than she bargained for with me around.' he said with some humor in his voice, while focusing a small dark orb in his palm. jayde watched curiously for a moment, before irri snuffed out that formation of pure energy with his a clasp of his paw. jayde frowned.

'i don't think she thinks you're a burden, irri.' their voice was uncharacteristically stern. 'there's a reason she must be doing everything she can for you.. for both of you.' irri raised his eyebrows and sat there. he knew jayde wasn't wrong. he knew. and yet. every fiber of his being wanted to shrug off the notion. even if she didn't talk about it, he knew she sacrificed a lot for him. all for him. he might be her kitten but. but- 'irri?'

'..mmh. thanks. jayde.' irri sighed, and a shiver ran up his spine. 'mmkay.. i think its getting a bit too cold. wanna go?' the two shuffled down the steps of the fire escape, the feeling of nervous paranoia returning knowing that they prrrrrrrobably shouldn't be up where they were. jayde insisted though. and hey. it was nice, irri thought. they walked along the road in silence until they needed to go in separate directions. jayde gave a wave and a grin and thanked irri for the meal. 'next meeting!! i won't disappoint you!'

irri stood there and watched until jayde disappeared into the night. he sighed and rustled his messy hair a bit before heading on toward his own home. it was nice.

[dummie-writes]

the party walkers

self insert ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* school bus graveyard

words: 4.38k

previous part: a rescue mission

note: heyyyyy guyssss I'm back. the rot consumed (the rot is sbg), and even though it took longer, I have a chapter for you :3 also, if you guys would like a tag list, lemme know? I've never really done a long term fan fiction over tumblr, so, uh, yeah? also if you wanna be on the tag list but don't wanna follow me, that's absolutely fine. I don't mind either way lol. just lemme know. anyway, I hope you enjoy :D thanks for your patience

iii. over a horizon, somewhere

the air in the hallway smells like dust and makes your skin crawl with chill. as your eyes dart to and from everywhere you can see, your breathing again is as silent as you can make it. you've had to practice breathing invisibly way too much for your liking. you're lucky this house is the same layout as your real life home, because even though everything has gone to shit, at least you were able to check which parts of the floor creak over here. did your parents give you an odd look for shifting your weight and stepping on and off seemingly random parts of the floor? maybe. but if a weird look was the price of survival, it was cheap and worth buying.

your foot was so light on that first step that you almost thought you hadn't actually put it down. no noise - good. actually, you hadn't seen or heard any of what everyone else had been referring to as phantoms in a good while. probably a night or two - mainly because you weren't looking to escape, you, we're just trying to survive at that point. you felt kind of stupid, not being able to buy proper medical supplies for your bathroom to take care of your injury - but you didn't have an independent credit card, and your parents could see all your purchases. they were kinda weird, they didn't like letting you access your money. it was obnoxious. and deadly, and this case.

but that was beside the point right now.

you had gotten to your bedroom door, which was torn entirely off of its hinges, splinters of poorly painted wooden fibers scattered thoughtlessly in the carpet. peeking inside revealed no monster, not from you could see, at least. to further muffle your footsteps, you had worn thick socks to bed. your shoes were in your backpack, and you wouldn't have time to put them on until you got to… wherever their base was? they never actually explained it. just said something about a bus. but, that's ashlyn banner for you.

(it's not, actually, she had wanted to go much more into depth on it, but you all had gotten so busy making a plan to not die that the specifics of the place got muddled.)

your backpack was neatly placed on you bed, where you had left it before “falling asleep”. you wasted no time in tip toeing to your closet and grabbing all the jackets you could find, throwing them on to save space before swinging your bag on both shoulders, tying the loose adjustable ends together to secure it, even if just slightly. grabbing all the blankets you could before you left, your next destination was the kitchen. your mom had stocked up on lunachbles the other day! this made things convenient for you, so you grabbed as many as you could, stuffing them in your pockets. glancing out the window for a second, the street is an eerie quiet. the sky, red, per… well, per what you assume would be usual. stranded vehicles in their driveway, the pavement unbothered by time.

a head appears in the window, upside-down as it swings like a pendulum on top of the roof.

“OH MY G- aiden! what the fuck!”

“haha got you.”

despite your shaking hands and the buzzing of surprise in your legs, you open your window, pushing out the screen and pulling the blonde in as quickly as you could manage.

“what are you doing here? you guys aren't supposed to be here for another ten or so?”

“I got sent ahead to make sure you weren't alone if something attacked you,” he says with a wide smile. as goofy as aiden can be at times, he has yet to not be on your side in this situation. his nose wrinkles in the slightest way when he grins like that. his odd smile freaks you out sometimes, honestly, but right now it brings you more comfort than anything else.

“oh. ashlyn let you go? like, alone? without ben?”

“no, lol, I sent me. I was getting bored.”

this earns him a dumbfounded blink, and then you sigh, pinching your nose as you open your mouth to criticize his poor decision.

“duck!”

some sort of primal instinct pushes you down, the hair on the back of your neck prickling as a collectable figurine goes flying through the air, and the hiss of pain behind you let's you know that something has found you.

“shitshitshitshitshitshitshit-” you're skittering to the window before your brain actually loads in to the situation, and it does when you're halfway through the window. aiden secures his stance, like he's about to fight this thing! that idiot!

you grab his arm, pulling him backward as hard as you can, hearing his shoulder pop and a small “ow :(“ as the two of you clamber through the opening. the imprint of the window frame leaves a red cent in your shoulder, and you hiss as you fall onto your back. aiden rolls his shoulder back without missing a beat, his lips now pulled back into the more energetic lines they usually are. he pops up, putting his palms flat on the glass and pulling down, closing it.

“fuck! are you okay?”

“yeah I'm good.”

well, that was that, then. you stand there for a moment, your hands on your knees as you pant, trying to relax the tension in your legs from a moment before. you didn't actually have much time, you guys needed to get out of there. your fingers weakly paw at the spilled items on the floor from your backpack, which tore when you guys fell out of your room. stuffing what you could back into it, someone grabs your arm and pulls you up before you even look at who it is. your other arm swings back, your gaze shaking as you hear a deeper voice, tyler's, specifically, gasp and pull back, rubbing his cheek.

“you guys need to not do that, oh my gosh.”

tyler sharply looks at you, eyebrows scrunched up in irritation, before his face gravitates to look at aiden in the same manner. “you are in such big trouble, that annie wanna-be is worried. and also pissed. really, really pissed.”

aiden mocks a shocked face.

“omg she's worried about me?? I knew she cared.”

tyler is unimpressed by this to say the least, grabbing your arm and yanking you up to your feet, holding your shoulder stiffly as he examines you, making sure your not injured. for the first time, you notice the softness in his eyes and cheeks, and while his hand is holding you still, it isn't too tight as to hurt you. he's being.. gentle. which you haven't actually ever noticed from him. you take the time to look him over too, for the same reason. regular scratches and bruises, but nothing to be all too concerned about. his hair looks so soft, does he use taylor's hair supplies? it's very well taken care of. a thought pops into your head.

“oh, yeah, by the way, I got a-”

“there they areee,” aiden cheers, his smile lacing his voice. turning your head, you see ashlyn, logan, taylor and a mildly panicked looking ben running to the three of you. the green eyed girl runs up to you, her eyebrows high as she scans you the same way tyler did. “you okay?”

you nod a confirmation, and she deflates with relief before turning to aiden. “could you not? you freaked everyone out! you're lucky a phantom didn't find you on the way here!” her hands are squishing up her hair as she gives the blonde a blank stare, and then cringes. she looks nauseous for a second, and then looks toward the house. her hands now covering her ears.

“... unless… a phantom.. did, find you on your way here?”

“haha, no, that would be silly. it was already in the house-”

the gray creature darts around the corner, and a chorus of screams and shoes pounding the dirt as you guys start running as fast as possible, ashlyn leading the charge. your chests are heaving, you feel your mouth drying up and salivating all at ones, and your head is pounding with your heart.

looking beside you is your newfound party, you find that everyone has weapons that you didn't really notice before now. you feel the taddest bit useless if you're being totally honest. making a few random turns and quick corners that nearly trip you up, and would have if ben didn't catch you and pull you along in time. at this point, you're holding his hand to keep up. somehow, you all ended up in the forest beside the neighborhood. this was probably the fastest way to get to ashlyn's house, and clearly, she knows it well enough to guide everyone through. meanwhile, the phantom is slowed down by the terrain.

as the trees thin out to the other side of the neighborhood, your legs are beginning to hurt. however, you do see a giant gray wall now, the one that the bus always picks ashlyn up by. this must be the graveyard everyone was talking about.

“time?!”

“eight minutes!”

fuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!

ashlyn skids to a stop inside of the wall, the phantom gaining on us by the second. tyler squeals slightly, before yelling to close the gate, his voice slurring with how quickly he spoke. with a loud thudding of everyone making it in, she slams her hand on the button as hard as humanly possible. the phantom does it's best to squeeze through the wall opening, but it shuts too quickly for it to come in. it starts hitting the wall, the structure echoing loud banging. ashlyn tenses, clenching her jaw as everyone stands in a outward facing circle, adrenaline still pumping through your arms.

“alright,” ashlyn says, dropping her hand a little and huffing. “let's head to the bus.”

“bus?” you ask, wrinkling your nose in confusion, looking around. there were… a lot of busses, actually. you thought this place was a graveyard?”

“oh, it's uh-”

“HAha. no one explained that. oops!” aiden cuts taylor off, giggling, in his own little world before turning to bother ashlyn. taylor side smiles at aiden, before turning back to you and continuing. “school bus graveyard. ash's family owns it,” she explains. there was probably more going on, but for the two of you, exhausted and filthy, it works well enough. a thumbs up from you later, taylor throws her arm around you. oh! friendship! that was fast. smiling at her, you return affection, throwing your arm around her shoulders too. she stinks, but you do too, so you have no moral high ground. what would you even say? ‘ugh, you just ran a mile here to there and back to save my life, disgusting. go shower’?????? no, that would be rude.

a yelp of surprise leaves you as aiden joins you guys, throwing his arm around taylor's other shoulder.

“you stink.”

“you do too.”

“I also stink. triplets!”

your trio laughs as you make your way to the empty school bus deemed hideout. a collective groan leaves everyone, sitting in seemingly designated spots. you shuffle awkwardly, looking around for a seat, before taking a seat behind tyler, beside logan, who smiles and waves at you before letting his head roll back onto the seat. tyler flops into his own seat, and you can hear his back pop as he groans and rubs his eyes.

“that sucked.”

“yeah, I agree.”

tyler tilts his head to look at you slightly, and you realize maybe he isn't actually perpetually angry, maybe he just has a resting bitch face. and also lacks sleep and proper communication skills. the way he again looks you over to make sure you're okay tells you he at least wouldn't leave you to the wolves in an instant.

ash leans over, and you frown as you hear her pop her foot. fair enough, but also ew.

“ah,” she starts, her head gently leaning on the seat in front of her. “the banging stopped.”

you didn't hear it after you guys had walked away, but also, ben told you about her having better hearing than the rest of you all. so that, of all things, wasn't too wild.

“it probably gave up, or-” tyler sighs, his eyes opening to look over to the freckle-faced girl. “- someth…” he's interrupted by ashlyn shooting to sit straight up. a second passes, and it looks like maybe she's just listening more intently than before, and then a shiver rolls up her spine and her shoulders tense. her eyes scan sideways, a nauseous feeling crawling up her ribs and into her throat. bus seat, window, bus seat, window.

fingers over the door frame, a dark skeletal looking head peering over.

your heart drops into your stomach, simultaneously jumping into the veins of your neck. everyone stands, almost synchronously backs up to cover each other. you find yourself in almost the very back, behind ben and logan. you glance at the twins, tyler slightly shielding taylor with his arm even though he's trembling.

the air stands perfectly still, nobody's lungs dare to move. it's like you're encased in stone. your shoulder blade throbs, and you wish you were some superhuman like the rest of them seemed to be. none of them were even seriously injured or anything, that could probably mostly be attributed to having five other people watching other people's backs at all times, and the medical supplies in the corner, but still.

no, you're no superhuman, but ash seems to be. she's the first to start trying to figure out what you guys can do. forcing her gritted teeth open, she hisses a question to you. “can we open the back door?”

“it's blocked!” you whisper, and your chest begins to hurt from how tight you're making your muscles. glancing to Logan, who's started crying in panic doesn't help much either. the own tears pricking at your eyes want to pull themselves down your cheeks, and your vision is fuzzy because of them. you decidedly rub them out of your face before they can be any worse.

“what do we do??” logan asks, his voice catching for a second, his fingers shaking and pulled up to his chest.

aiden replies nonchalantly, shrugging slightly and earning a loud thwack to the back of his head from tyler and an “aiden!” from taylor.

the floor creaked and the phantom makes a lunge for the party. you drop down, arms crossing to cover your face as your back meets the wall behind you, and a scream rips through the group.

beep, beep, beep.

your body lunges backward into your mattress, and you practically punch yourself in the jaw to cover yourself again. your forearms hurt and your legs feel sore. it takes a moment for you to really believe that you aren't in the bus anymore, your stomach heaving in your breathing. slowly, your arms start to come lay on your chest. slowly, your shoulders start to stop shaking so hard, and slowly, your breathing becomes deeper. you can feel trickles of tears, but you let them fall this time. you don't really have the energy at this point to scratch them away.

soreness tingles all along your body, your throat feels raw, and you don't really know why. you didn't scream all that much, did you? your phone pings, and you let the air rest for a second before even thinking of picking it up.

logan

everyone okay??

ashlyn

👍

aiden

lol that was close.

taylor

physically yes

tyler

mentally no.

you put your phone down, resting your head and grunting at the crack it gives.

you

yeah, aiden,

please don't die

aiden

lame.okay

ben

i think you gave

everyone a mini heart

attack when you said

that

aiden

everyone was

already having a heart

attack lmao.

you're looking for a gif or meme or random picture from your camera roll to respond with, when ben starts asking the important questions. no, actually, you hadn't done the homework. you had messed around with it for about an hour before bed, you were too nervous for finishing it and only answered a couple of the questions asked.

you “👎” the question before scrolling on a random app of your choosing, your eyes begging for sleep but your brain screaming to stay awake. the small twinkles of adrenaline from earlier aren't really in your system anymore, but you feel like they're crawling up in your arms. up your calves and up your neck. you keeping seeing things in the corner of your room, your mind making up eyes in the darkness. you don't want to keep your light on all night and run up the electrical bill, but it would certainly help if the places where the light from your phone doesn't reach quite as well would stop shifting. you feel.. watched. you're not, obviously, you know that. you know it's the part of your brain trying to keep you alive, but you're pretty sure sleeping is also part of staying alive.

you eventually turn onto your stomach, your palm pulling back the skin of your face and rubbing your eye. the small clock in the corner of your screen reads four something in the morning. after you stopped replying, the conversation eventually died out in the group chat, and even though you could see someone else was online, you didn't really want to bother any of them. luckily for you, you didn't have to.

taylor

hey, i forgot to check

up on you! u doin ok?

your eyebrow raises before you even process the message fully. why is she awake? of all people, you kinda got the feeling that she took care of herself more than the others in this scenario. then again, people who take care of others tend to neglect their own needs. maybe she didn't want to text anyone else, and texting you gave her an excuse to be awake?

you

im okay, you?

taylor

well, yk, as good as

we can be atp lol

hmm. you send her a random video because you have nothing else to talk about. she sends one back, and you spend the next hour sending them back and forth until you inevitably pass out. it's funny how much more comfortable you are when you aren't entirely lonely. that goes for both the phantom world and this one. it pulls you out, in a way. the way you have to flip-flop between normal life, and the terror that awaits you for seven minutes each night. the fact that the times don't line up still bothers you. it messes with your head, and your perception of time. how much passes and how quickly. you're not alone anymore, sure, but that doesn't lessen the effect of the situation any less.

except, maybe it does. maybe your body relaxing isn't just the natural melatonin, but the ever soft taste of safety. the satin touch of a cool breeze from your window before your mind drifts to a sea of unconscious landscape.

your alarm goes of an hour and a half later. lucky you, you no longer ever miss your alarm, and instead shoot up the second it goes off! yeah, the blood rush to your head and immediately grabbing the baseball bat you have near your bed before realizing what's going on isn't the best feeling in the world, but you're not late to school anymore, so that's a plus.

you don't really look at yourself in the mirror anymore, not while you brush your teeth and hair, not after you shower. a part of you cringes at the thought, even as you glance yourself over to make sure you're reasonably well prepared to head out. the eye bags you've developed don't compliment you as well as you would've hoped, and they contrast brightly against your skin going pale. there's a tired to your eyes that you can't seem to rub away, even as you fill your thermos with coffee before you jump on the bus. didn't help that you were honestly a little paranoid that you would see a monster in the mirror if you looked too long.

you sit down in the seat beside where ashlyn's seat is, sighing as you place your bag by your feet to make room for anyone else. your chin is in the palm of your hand, and you don't feel tired in the slightest. you will in about half an hour, when the fear factor that is waking up fades off, when you fingers stop tingling, and when your jaw stops clenching so hard. you take the moment to try and release some tension as ashlyn gets on the bus. she nods at you, looking you over before sitting down in the other seat. it's a habit you've noticed she picked up with the others, even though at the time you didn't know why. she would stand there for just an extra second, like she was checking them for stains. now, she did it for you, too.

this bus ride feels like it's taking forever, seriously. maybe everyone is just groggy this morning. isn't it odd, that you too would be groggy like the rest of them? normally, you'd be sitting with your friends, maybe even texting lunarmoon, your online friend. normally, you'd be up until early hours of the morning playing games, reading, doom scrolling, not because eyes would make themselves up to stalk you. laughing was now dry, hyperventilating now a more common pass time than giggling and memes, the dull pull of sleep more enticing, yet an aversion like never before overtakes that desire. the tips of your fingers are playing with the bracelets loosely dangling from your wrist. it's a blue one with a dice charm, one you got when you turned seven from an acquaintance at your party. it was the only thing your newly seven year old self didn't end up losing or destroying. now the question would be, would it remain?

a jab to your shoulder makes you jump, and you flash around to squint at a softly grinning aiden.

“hey, don't know if you heard me, do you need the homework?” he asked, twirling the pieces of paper in his fingers, and then they promptly fell apart and into your seat. you sat there and stared at them for a second, before laughing through your nose and picking them up. “yeah, I'll take them, if you don't mind.”

aiden gives you a thumbs up, ben beside him has his earbuds in and is looking out the window like you were doing a bit ago. he looks tired, but that's not new. everyone looks tired; but you've gotta admit, it's probably exhausting to keep an eye on aiden at all times. sometimes, only just sometimes, he makes you think of a class pet that has a habit of jumping off counters. you all look after each other, but ben has a tendency to be the older brother aiden seemingly needs. you're own older brother was off at college, but the two of you had never really been close. you can say the same for your younger sibling too. they never really interacted with you outside of the occasional conversation. it was honestly…really quiet at your house.

you pulled out your own earphones, opening your music app and sending ben a music party link, adding a couple songs to it yourself before turning to look at him. you can see the moment he hears the notification, even if you don't, and then checks his phone, tilts his head and looks up at you. you smile at him, wiggling your fingers in greeting, and he does an awkward little wave back, before pressing the link and joining, adding his own music.

regardless of whether or not your music tastes align, you enjoy hearing each other's pallet. it's refreshing to not pick all your own music, especially when the other person also has an excellent music taste. and the bus ride is all to short for you to really complain, anyway.

you're in class before you realize it, unlike your other… is friends the right word? coworkers at this point? peers? survival partners? you could probably consider yourself friends with taylor, at this point. everyone else was more an acquaintance. that being said, they did all risk their lives to save your own from living in the bathroom for the rest of eternity. that feels a little closer than acquaintances. maybe the right term is party members. like a dungeons and dragons party. yeah. you like that.

anyway, you're a lot more energized, and everyone else falls asleep within ten minutes of class starting. it takes you fifteen. now that everyone else is present, it's easier to feel slightly safer. even after the bell nearly has you tripping over yourself to wake up, and you could've sworn you felt breathing on your shoulder.

you can see everyone talking in the corner of your eye, but you walk over to ashlyn, who's packing up her seat. she makes eye contact with you, again, looking over you before she continues. she acknowledges you with a hum, and you stand there waiting for her to be done before speaking.

“hey, um, I just wanted to say thank you. again. for coming and getting me. i get the feeling you're kinda group leader, well, okay, everyone at least looks up to you like that. and I know it was dangerous to come get me, and you didn't have to, but I really appreciate it. i won't be a pain, I promise I'll figure out something I can do to help so that it wasn't all for n-”

“ash! oh, hey, you too!” aiden interrupts you in the middle of your rambling gratitude and sort of apology? you don't remember, you kinda lost your point when ashlyn started to go slightly wide eyed at the confrontation. he's standing with everyone else, and holding his backpack over his shoulder with that evergreen grin of his. “we're all eating lunch together. y'know… to talk about stuff. you coming?”

[lunajay33]

New World🍂Part 2!

Summary: You grew up in a crappy town with one friend who kept you going, everything started to fall into place, that’s until the world ended and the dead ruled the world

Pt.1

•Masterlist•

It’s been about a week since we got to the quarry and everything has been going smoothly…..well as smoothly as things could go with Merle around, he teased both Daryl and I every night that he stayed in the tent but in his gross ways that he talks

But I tried to put it to the side because I had my best friend with me and that’s all I could ask for

Today was a new day and we were running low on supplies so some people decided to go on a run to the city

“Hey y/n do you wanna come in the run with us?” Glenn asked as he came over to the table Daryl and I were sitting at

“She ain’ goin no where” Daryl answered before I got the chance

“I could help though”

“I ain’ risking your life out there, I need ya here where it’s safe, Merle can go in yer place” he said trying to plead with me

“Wow baby brother tryin to feed me to the walkers” Merle laughed as he came and sat next to me throwing his arm around my shoulder

Merle always did this, he thought it got a role out of Daryl, plus it made me damn uncomfortable

“Merle get your hands off me” I said swatting his arm away

“Yer a damn brat we should’ve left ya to the walkers” Daryl gave him a look that I’m glad I’ve never gotten, it honestly gave me the chills

“Fine I’ll go, only cause I gotta find me some more pills” he laughed before he left to get his shit together

Glenn had long go left knowing how Merle was with any person that wasn’t white here

“So ummm what are you gonna do today?” I asked feeling awkward now

“Gonna head out hunting, try and find somethin, might take awhile” he said as he cleaned his arrows

“Please be safe out there”

“Always am” he grunted but I saw a lift at his lips making me smile

~~~~~~~~~~

The day went on as we all carried on with our chores, I missed Daryl it’s only been a few hours but he was my biggest constant now and the fear of him alone placed a heavy weigh in my chest, but I know he’s knows how to handle himself out there……but still

Some of the girls and I were hanging clothes and it helped clear my mind

“I miss my straightener” Andrea said

“I miss my kitchen, making home made dinners every night” Lori smiled reminiscing

“…….i miss my vibrator” I stated as all the girls laughed

“Me too” Andrea and Carol said in unison making us all cry laughing now

“Y/n why do you need a vibrator when you got that Dixon basically sowed to your hip” Andrea said

“I…..I don’t know what you’re talking about” I would’ve said he was just my best friend like before but that’s not how it felt to me anymore

“Oh come on sweetie we all see how you both ogle at eachother when you think no one else sees, or when you’re doing chores he’s looking at you like you hung the moon in the sky, it’s adorable” Lori stated making me blush

“Don’t tell him please, I don’t want to ruin anything between us” I admitted

“Ooooooo I told you” Amy said pushing Andrea’s arm

“I guess I’ve felt it deep down for a long time, I mean he’s the whole package but, I’m just plain ol’ me, he could have anyone he wanted” I said clipping on of his shirts to the line

“You’re hilarious, if anything he doesn’t deserve you, girl you’re hot” Amy laughed

“Sure whatever, just everyone better keep their mouths shut”

I loved talking with the girls it always felt like we were back in the normal world, when all we had to worry about was paying bills

As we were tidying up I decided to take a nap, I couldn’t get much sleep last night with Merle’s snoring, so I told the girls and headed to my tent

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I woke up abruptly to a ruckus outside so I quickly unzipped the tent and ran out with my knife Daryl gave me, tight in hand

“YER TELLING ME YOU LEFT MY BROTHER ON THE ROOF” Daryl was back, and fuming

“He was a danger to us all he would’ve gotten us killed” this new guy said

Daryl was about to jump this guy when Shane got him in a choke hold, I ran over and pushed Shane off him

“What the hell is wrong with you, don’t EVER touch him like that again” I yelled at Shane

I knew Daryl past, hell I was the one usually to help get him through it and I know he didn’t like others touching him like that

I kneeled infront of Daryl and held his shoulder

“Are you okay” I asked worried

“ ‘m fine” he said swatting my hand away and standing up, it hurt but I understood

“Rick is going back to get him aren’t you” Lori said seeming angry

“Ya, I’ll get a group and we’ll head back for him, I won’t leave him out exposed, well he’s four tomorrow morning”

“Fine” Daryl groaned as he left out into the woods

I quickly followed him seeing him walk back and forth in the same spot I could tell he was fuming, he had a hard time controlling his temper sometimes

“Daryl I’m sorry” I said stopping him from his wandering

“Damn guy just shows up and now my brothers gone, the hell is wrong with him”

“We will find him, eventually you guys will find each other, you always do” I said pushing his hair back out of his face

He was quiet for some time trying to calm down I assume

“Sorry ‘bout before, I shouldn’ have smacked yer had away like that”

“Daryl it fine I just want you to be okay” I smiled

“It’s not”

“Come we need to get some food in ya and we should go down to the quarry and wash first it’s been a while” I took his hand and led him down the trail to the crystal blue water

“Do you wanna go first?” I asked

“Nah, go ahead” he motioned to the water as he sat on the rocky shore

He looked away as I stripped down and glided into the warm water, I was covered up to my shoulders when he looked back but this was clear water I’m sure he saw a little something but…I wasn’t apposed to it

“Me and the girls were talking earlier” I said as I ran my hand over my dirty skin

“Ya? ‘Bout what?”

“What we miss, some said straighteners, cooking in a nice kitchen, what do you miss Daryl?” I cupped my hands and let the water run through my hair

“Mm…probably our dinners, and the drives we’d take on Merle’s bike at night”

I remember those nights so fondly, wrapping my arms around his waist and holding him close as my hair flew behind me, the smell of him surrounding me, the cigarette and woodsy smell I adored so much

“I miss it too”

“What was yer answer to the girls” and my cheeks instantly exploded with heat

“Ummm nothing” I squeaked out

Which he obviously could tell I was lying

“Really? You miss nothing at all” he smirked his conniving smirk he knows I loath

“Maybe a few things”

“What do I gotta do fer ya to tell me?”

“Hmmm the only way I tell you is if you don’t laugh”

“Fine, now tell me”

God this was so embarrassing

“I said I missed…..my vibrator” I squeaked out the last part feeling my heart in my throat

I heard him choke obviously shocked by my response

“I told you not to make fun of me”

“I ain’ just can’t believe ya really used those thangs” he said trying to compose himself

“I’m a woman Daryl I have needs”

“What ‘bout them guys you talked too?”

“They never got past the part of getting to know each other, too many pricks in our town”

“Ya I get that, best ya don’t waist her time, ya deserve better”

I cleared my throat down with this embarrassing conversation

“Umm I’m done, your turn”

~~~~~~~~

(I’m gonna change from using *i* to *you* instead it’s just easier to write that way!)

After we were both washed up we headed back to came, ate our food and went to the tent

“I’ll take Merle’s bag tonight” Daryl said

“Oh okay” we changed and laid down

An hour went by and you couldn’t sleep, it was freezing without Daryl, you rolled over and whispered

“Daryl? Are you still awake?”

“Mmm” he grunted from an answer

“Can you come back to our sleeping bag, it’s too cold without you” you whined desperate for some warmth

You couldn’t see it but his eyes were wide open from shock, he didn’t say anything but he came back over and climbed in behind you

“Thanks”

“ ‘course” he whispered before his snores started to lull you to sleep

~~~~~~~

The next day went on and they were gone looking for Merle for a long time, and it was worrying you, the sun was now setting and your belly felt like a knot of stress

As everyone was sitting around the fire Amy got up to use the washroom, a few minutes later she was screaming, you turned around and walkers were surrounding the camp coming from everywhere

You took your knife and jammed it into the walkers that came near you, until a big one stumbled over and fell ontop of you, you struggled until an arrow shot it dead, well…. forever dead now

It was pulled off of you and Daryl picked you up and held you against his chest, you wrapped you arms around him feeling lucky to have him back and safe

“Are ya okay?” He asked looking you over for bites

“I’m okay, are you okay D?”

“Fine, Merle got away, knew he’d be comin back to take revenge”

Everything died down, the camp lost a lot of people, when the sun rises we buried our dead and burned the walkers

“Where do we go now, it’s not safe here anymore” Lori asked the group but mostly Rick and Shane

“We head to the CDC that’s the only place I can think will still be running”

So after everyone packed up we got in our cars and were off, thankfully it was just Daryl and you in his truck, giving you both some much needed peace

“Do you think we’ll be safe at the CDC?” you asked looking over at him

“We best be, we ain’ got much more places to go”

You could see the worry in his body tension, and the way he talked, sure he was a grump with everyone else but not you, never you

“We’ll find something Daryl, as long as we have each other” he looked at you and looked back at the road nodding

We’d be okay…….right?

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Part.3<-

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Taglist: @thebadbatch2022 @writer-ann-artist @deansapplepie @ghostboneswrites

[aleksa-sims]

RL Story

Now we were finally at N.’s Mom's. I couldn't wait to see, what a surprise N. got for me? He told me a bit about it 2 weeks ago, when we were visiting his Mom at her new place. Anyway, today I’ll find out what N. has planned for me.

As we came into the house his Mom was totally surprised, that we showed up there today.

N.'s Mom: Hey guys! What-... are you doing here? ���

Nico: I wanna show her what you and I..... prepared for her.

N.'s Mom: But it's not finneshed yet N.! I told you I’d call you as soon as I was done.

Nico: Chill, Ma! I almost finished it the other day . So, it's ok! She's gonna love it.

N's Mom: All right. I hope you like it A.!..... I’m really looking forward to the Baby. And you and N. are always welcome here.

Me: I think I know what you two... got for me. I can't wait to see it. 🤩 Um...yea, thank you for everything.

N.'s Mom: I just wish it was all done. But I promise you, in a week or so, it will look nice here.🙂

Me: It's all fine. I know you have a lot to do rn.

N.'s Mom: Yk, the move was not planned, otherwise your surprise would have been ready in time, for your birthday 2 weeks ago. This mess here, was a... surprise to me too. But it just had to be. 🤷‍♀️😕 Anyway, now go up and see what Nico got for you. 🫠

I knew it! This is exactly what I was hoping for! Now we have almost everything our Baby will need. Even though..... we’ll be homeless in a few weeks. 😬

Me: Wow, N., that's-...so cute and.... beautiful! 😍 W-when and how did you do that? 😳

Nico: How?.... Well, I put the cot together. I bought all this stuff when you were in the hospital. That one day, your Mom came to us. Actually, I wanted to show it to you long ago, but then Ma moved and... I didn’t know where we’d live with our Baby? That’s why I brought you here last week. I wanted to see, if you like this place?.. It’s not far away from your family. Ma offered to live here with you until our own apartment is finished. She chose the crib. I wasn't really sure, yk? All this baby stuff kind of.... overwhelmed me. But the stroller babe, was my choice!

Me: Yeah, I see it’s green, your fav color. Thank you N.! You did a great job.... Really, I didn’t think you could.... do this. 😳🥰

Me: You're amazing! You’re gonna be a great Dad. I'm so happy having a Baby with you. Honestly! ILY, sm..... And I’m so sorry about what I did with D., for deceiving you. 😞

Nico: Nothing happend, that's all that matters. Besides, I wasn’t any better. But anyway, don’t want to talk about it anymore.... So, what you think? Are we moving here for a few months?

Me: I promised you, I’d do whatever you wanted, but I wanna talk to your Mom first. I need to hear it from her, that this is okay for her & her partner.

Nico: She and your Mother talked about it. We’ll be at your parents house a lot, too, but-.... me & your Dad under the same roof??.. Idk if I’m gonna get along with him? That’s why we better move in here for now. Ok? 😬

Me: I can’t live without you. I can’t do this without your help anyway. As long as you’re by my side. 🥰

Nico: I’ll do anything for you, babe.... And our boy.

I couldn’t believe what he’s done for us & our Baby. It was so cute, but I wasn’t 100% sure, if I would be able to live here? Tbh I didn’t really have a choice anyway. However, I was looking forward to our new apartment and was so happy with him. Nevertheless, let’s see what his Mom and her spouse will say to me/us. I mean, they agreed and were happy, that Nico and I were moving in. Still, I had to talk to them about it first.

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[baileypie-writes]

Hello! is it too late to submit a request? I keep forgetting to ask this one, but I was wondering if you could write about a platonic reader + Twilight from Princess Precure as the reader's wingman/wingwoman/wingbestie or something- ya know, just the reader being Twilight's bestie but also she's their wingbestie who sometimes calls her for silly stuff- I hope that makes sense and if it's too much to ask, I'm sorry! Also here's a Twilight photo so you don't gotta search for one!

I'm obsessed with her plz help lol /j

A/N ~ Sure! I unfortunately couldn’t save the image provided, but I was able to find another one, so it’s okay:) Also, I hope I used the “wingbestie” term correctly. I’m not too familiar with the term haha. Hope you enjoy!

~Wing-Bestie~

Twilight + GN!Villain!Reader

~~~🎻~~~🎻~~~🎻~~~

Fandom: Go! Princess Pretty Cure

Fanfic Type: Oneshot

Reader: Gender neutral, a villain

Relationship: Platonic

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 1,422

Synopsis: Twilight was ordered by her mother not to leave the castle. Though, being a good friend, you helped her sneak out.

Warnings: Mention of the possibility of Dyspear destroying Reader, kind of abrupt ending

~Masterlists~

~Go! Princess Pretty Cure Masterlist~

~~~🎻~~~🎻~~~🎻~~~

As you wondered through the dark palace, your annoyance only became more definite. The one person you were looking for was nowhere to be found. In fact, it seemed as if the only times you couldn’t find her was when you actually needed her. Her mysteriousness could be highly inconvenient sometimes.

Though to your relief, the start of a somber, lonely violin solo began echoing throughout the halls. You followed the sound, almost as if the music notes created a physical trail for you to follow. Soon enough, the song led you to a large, open room. There, standing in the center, under a large crystal chandelier, was Twilight.

She continued playing, her bow moving in a perfect, natural fashion, almost as if the song was playing her. You knew she knew you were there. She always did. Though you didn’t mind being ignored. It was always a pleasure to hear her breathtaking violin skills.

After the song concluded, you gave her a round of applause. She lowered her bow, while keeping the instrument tucked under her chin. She gently lifted her dress a bit, giving a tiny curtsy. “What is it you need me for, (name)?” She asked after coming back up.

“Aw, c’mon Twi. Don’t you think it’s kinda rude to assume I only come to you when I need something?” You laughed, acting hurt.

“I’ve told you before to not call me that. If you wish to refer to me, use my full name.” She said, lowering her violin to rest at her side.

“We’re friends, aren’t we? A lot of friends have nicknames for each other. You can make up one for me!”

“I refuse. And again, call me ‘Twilight’.”

“Aww, you’re no fun.” You slumped. But you knew she could’ve been meaner. Not too long ago, she completely denied the idea of being friends. So you at least had that.

“I still suspect that you need something from me. If you don’t tell me now, I’ll be going.” Twilight turned her back to you, preparing to leave the room.

“Okay, you got me.” You laughed. “I was wondering if you’d wanna come to summon a Zetsuborg with me?

She sighed. “I suppose. I will have to get my mother’s approval though.”

“Yay!” Your excitement was through the roof. Twilight usually didn’t agree to leave the castle with you. However, your victory was short lived.

“But Mother-“ Twilight said, but was cut off.

“No buts. I said I don’t want you going out today. Don’t make me say it again.” Dyspear said, her calm face contrasting with her chilling voice.

Twilight sighed. “Yes Mother. I’m sorry.” She then walked away, hiding her annoyance and disappointment. “Sorry (name). We can’t go.” She told you once she left the room.

“Aw darn. Why is she so controlling all the time?” You rolled your eyes.

“She’s just trying to protect me. Though I admit it can get overbearing at times.”

“Well…” You gave a mischievous look.

“What are you planning?” Twilight said, already sensing a bad idea.

“I could sneak you out.” You offered.

“No way. My mother would know.”

“Not if we’re careful! And we won’t be gone long!” You pleaded.

Twilight crossed her arms in thought. Her eyes closed her a few moments, and then she sighed. “Alright. But if we get in trouble-“

“-all the blame will go to me!” You finished the sentence for her.

She cracked a small smile, and you swore you heard a chuckle. “Well then, shall we go?”

You nodded, then snapped your fingers, summoning a keyhole shaped portal. You looked to your left, then your right, before taking her hand. “Okay, quickly!” You then both jumped into the portal.

When you reached the other side, you were on the rooftop of Noble Academy, the Pretty Cure’s school. You immediately began scanning the area below you, looking for a victim.

As if she read your mind, Twilight began looking as well. It didn’t take long before she pointed to a girl next to a flower bed. “How about her?”

“She looks interesting! Thanks Twi!” You said. Twilight simply rolled her eyes at hearing her disliked nickname.

With a snap of your fingers, you teleported a few feet above the girl. “Hey! Lemme see that dream of yours!” You demanded.

“Huh? Who are you?” The girl asked. But no answer was given. You took a glimpse inside the girl’s dream. She held up a unique looking flower, while everyone around her cheered. The words “I wanna breed a new type of flower!” echoed in the picture.

“Huh, what an interesting dream. Too bad it’s mine now.” You said in a teasing tone. “Go forth, Zetsuborg!” You commanded. A lock wrapped around the dream, and took the form of a giant, thorny flower. The girl was then put in a cage that suspended in the air. “Go on, Zetsuborg! Have some fun!” You told it. It did as it was told, firing giant thorns from its body. All the nearby students began screaming and running away. With a chuckle, you turned to Twilight. “And now, we wait.”

“Do you think you’ll defeat the Pretty Cure this time?” She asked.

“Eh, not sure. But I don’t really care about that right now. I’m more in it for the fun!”

She simply hummed, and continued watching the chaos unfold.

~~~~

Unfortunately, your fun didn’t last long. The Princess Pretty Cure defeated your Zetsuborg in no time, freeing the dream from your grasp. “Darn. Oh well.” You shrugged. “C’mon Twi, let’s-“ A sudden voice in your head interrupted your sentence.

“(name), Twilight, see me immediately.”

It was Dyspear. And from the town of her voice, she was not happy.

“Mother…” Twilight whispered to herself, implying that she heard it too.

“Hey, it’s okay! Remember, I’m taking all the blame!” You placed a hand on her shoulder as an attempt to comfort her. Though, she didn’t seem convinced.

A portal sent the two of you back to the castle in no time. As expected, you could tell Dyspear was furious, even though her face appeared neutral. “Twilight, I believe I told you that you were not to leave the castle today.” Her voice was eerily calm.

“I know mother, but-“ Twilight began, though you cut her off.

“Dyspear, if I may. I was the one who took her out. I wanted to summon a Zetsuborg, and thought it would be good for her if she watched. Y’know, to get some experience. It was truly my fault. I’m very sorry.” You got on your knees, bowing lowly.

Dyspear hummed, and tapped her fingernail on the armrest of her throne. “Whether your intentions were good or not, you convinced my daughter to disobey my orders. And on top of that, you failed to defeat the Pretty Cure. So I’m sure you’re prepared for a punishment.”

“Yes, your majesty.” You remained bowing.

~~~~

Your punishment was surprisingly not too harsh. You were simply temporarily banned from going out and creating Zetsuborgs. You were also not allowed to be around Twilight for a while.

You were simply amazed that your life was spared. Though, you knew that Twilight most likely had something to do with it. And for that, you were eternally grateful.

A knock came from your bedroom door, so you went to see who it was. A piece of paper was slipped under it, so you picked it up. It was a note.

“Dear (name),

I’d like to sincerely thank you for taking all the blame. It was very kind of you. In return, I had convinced my mother to spare you.

You’re surprisingly enjoyable to be around, so I figured keeping you around would be better than having you destroyed.

I await for more of your ideas after your punishment has ended.

~ Your friend, Twi”

You were ecstatic at her note. Not only did she admit to being your friend, but she used her nickname! You hastily looked around for a piece of paper, eager to write her back.

“Dear Twi,

Thanks for getting me out of trouble! I guess we’re even now!

But I’ll still always be there for you. I’m your wing person and best friend. Your ‘wing-bestie”!

~ (name)”

You slid the note under your door, and eagerly waited. The clicks of heels signaled that Twilight was there again, and just a few moments later, another paper was given to you.

“Dear (name),

I appreciate your loyalty.

But please don’t use the term ‘wing-bestie’ ever again.

~ Twi”

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~~baileypie-writes

[fisheadz]

While playing In Sound Mind, I have amassed quite a few little bits and bobs about it, random stuff I found interesting or funny mostly. I’m still collecting more, but here are some my more coherent notes. Spoilers, ofc.

• The welcome mat outside Desmond’s door is see-through, lol.

• In the electronics section in Virginias level, when you stand on top of the cameras, you can double jump. Or at least I could.

• Virginia/Watcher’s head is actually completely cut off from her body, can only really tell when she’s crying in the toy area.

• One of the shopping carts got lodged between two very close shelves at one point, and interacting with it made it go into the floor. One of the wheels is sticking out, and it’s going crazy and it’s hilarious. Can’t get any good pics tho, :(.

• A couple lights at the mart are blue, and they’re right where you need to go. I wonder…….

• Every time you do a tape, the time on the clocks moves up, until they reach midnight at the End. Thought it was a cool detail.

• Tonia liked Virginia in particular, she gave her good scritchies I’m guessing.

• The telescope and chair and stuff on the roof of the Building are from Lucas’ stargazing, can’t believe it took me this long to figure that out DX<.

• In the office, there’s a little hole you can chill in, between the couch and the wall. Hhhooooolllleeeeee!!!

• One of the paintings looks like Micheal Myers, chilling on a chair. That is all.

• The faces in the little crawl space area in Max’s tape, so cool man.

• I was picking up the pill bottle in Max’s tape, y’know the one, and Rainbow walked up to me while I was doing so and said “Feeling lonely yet?” and poofed right after. Like bro I’m about to fight for my life in here gimme a sec will ya?

• There’s an incident report in Allen’s tape about Max’s accident, and I was rereading it when I realized that the "melting road" was never really explained. Like, Allen’s dream about Virginia is feasible I think, but there’s no other explanation given about the road, was there?

• the little game boy things that play music are awesome, and I’m not sure if Desmond/AR has one but if they do lord knows ima find that thing if it’s the last thing I do.

• Not me writing down the names of every minor character mentioned in notes and stuff, so I can make up hc’s about them. For instance, Thomas Khan is a closeted gay man and his favorite pastime is reading bird watching, and Sophia Delatore has like 13 different types of reptiles as pets, with at least 7 of them being different kinds of turtle.

I am so so normal about this game, I swear on my life (crossing fingers very obviously).

Rosemary makes no appearances in Virginias tape, even though she does in every other one, and while I understand that V’s tape is meant as an introduction to what’s coming up, I wanna believe that Rose was there in little subtle ways, like the blue lights so you know where to go in the maze of the store.

I also finally got all of the achievements. All I was missing was "Rodeo Clown" and the whole time I was on the Bull I was just like “where is that damn achievement oh god I’m gonna die”. The Bull spinning in circles trying to get you off is funny to me, idk why it’s just the visual.

One of these days my phone is gonna give up from how many notes I have, solely for this game. I haven’t fallen for a game this hard since, like, Portal, and even then I wasn’t this obsessed with it.

Oh well, it *probably* won’t end in disaster. Definitely.

[tgrailwar-zero]

hey izou, this is a longshot, the longest shot of all longshots but, your summoning seems more stable so...do you have any weird dreams? dreams about fighting a caster and his shades in a church? or brawling with a rider who had no confidence? scolding a master for even thinking about alliances with rider in the middle of a war? fighting saber in the street at night? losing at gambling, coming home late, and nursing a horrible hangover? almost choking on bubble tea? killing a golden berserker in his own home? being trapped by a witch in a school with that rider we formed an alliance with? talking on the roof of a bar at night under the full moon?

He was quiet for a moment-- much longer than you'd expect for a yes or no question. Slightly, almost imperceptibly, his eyes narrowed- before he responded with a casual huff.

IZOU: "Servants can't dream. Anyways, we should get going."

DURYODHANA: "I see, well, that's a shame. I suppose the next time we meet, we'll be rivals. If you can impress the Boss, that is. Otherwise, have fun in the minor leagues."

KOMA: "...Koma should get going as well. Master Rikyu will be upset if I lose any more money at this gambling parlor. May we meet again."

With that, you, IZOU, and MUSASHI stepped outside, with NERO taking the Room Key to head back upstairs on her own. The cool, salty sea breeze chilled the air. Night had fallen quicker than you expected, though it wasn't too deep in the night to worry about shops closing- if they ever did close.

IZOU: "I'll get you signed up first. Then we'll take a walk around. We might be able to catch the person I'm lookin' for before she leaves for the night. Boss is hard to impress, but she's got a real eye for battle talent."

He walked you to what seemed like a large, arena-like building, leading you inside. It was quiet, astoundingly so as he looked around. He seemed frustrated, as you gathered the feeling that whoever he was looking to talk to wasn't here anymore before he suddenly exclaimed.

IZOU: "Ah-- caught her!"

He pointed at a woman leaving out one of the doors, jogging over.

IZOU: "Yo, Boss. Found some new blood!"

Turning to look at the 'Boss' in question--

That was JAGUAR MAN.

Sure, the aesthetic was different, but… that was her. You watched as she furrowed her brow, looking between you, MUSASHI, and IZOU.

MUSASHI: "Oh, hey! Long time, no see!"

JAGUAR MAN: "Tch. Well, ain't we friendly, Miss Fancy Pants?"

MUSASHI: "Uh, what?"

JAGUAR MAN: "It's late, Man-Kisser. This little kitty was on her way back home, not trying to fill out paperwork."

IZOU: "Man-Slayer, and I know, I know, but--"

JAGUAR MAN: "--Kissin' men, slayin' men, who cares? In this day and age they mean the same thing. You couldn't do this tomorrow morning like anyone else who felt like cutting it close? We already had one more late arrival, I don't wanna make this a habit."

IZOU: "C'mon, I'll owe ya' one. Promise. Just give 'em a look-over. I wouldn't just bring ya' some punk off the street."

There was a long moment of silence as JAGUAR MAN slowly paced around you three, looking up and down.

JAGUAR MAN: "Hm… well, just from looks alone, they seem like 'A+' competitors…"

She paused, before suddenly yelling--

JAGUAR MAN: "Meaning AMATEUR PLUS!"

JAGUAR MAN: "…"

JAGUAR MAN: "As in SLIGHTLY BETTER THAN AMATEURS!"

JAGUAR MAN: "..."

JAGUAR MAN: "As in--"

MUSASHI: "YEAH. WE GOT IT."

IZOU: "C'mon, Boss! Saber's good, I promise. She can handle the big leagues."

She tapped her naginata on the ground, pursing her lips as if she was in deep, intensive thought, red eyes boring into you and your Servant. She sighed, clicking her tongue.

JAGUAR MAN: "So, normally I'd toss you in the minor bracket, where you can just mess around with the would-be's and has-been's for a smaller pot… But, we've got an open spot in the major bracket. One of the fighters called in sick last-minute, caught a virus. But I'm not just giving it out to just anyone, I need the competitor to be someone that can fill seats. Someone with a story that'll capture the hearts and minds of viewers! We need ticket sales and thrilling fights, got it?"

She locked eyes with you.

JAGUAR MAN: "You're Miss Dual-Wielder's manager, right? Give me a backstory that'll sell seats, and I'll consider giving you this open spot in the main bracket with the big-leaguers. As long as you can afford the 400 PPT entrance fee."

MUSASHI: "I don't totally get what's going on, but... just tell her something she likes so we can get to the fighting part?"

[princesscolumbia]

Half Moon

With a title like that, it's either gonna be something Sailor Moon or She-ra related. 😏

Welcome to this craziness! This was the result of a vote over on the Storytellers' Speakeasy, a server run by myself and AnneOminous (writer of "The Phoenix," if you haven't read it, shame on you, go do it now...oh look at that! A reboot of that very fanfic on Ranma Reboot Day!). It is just minutes before midnight in Arizona on 10/5/2024, so it still counts as getting it out on the day of!

Half Moon - Ranma ½/Sailor Moon/Star Trek - Archive of Our Own

Captain Ranma Saotome of the USS Invincible is commanding her ship on her first assignment as captain when she gets a chance to do something most people don't, a chance to see how her life could have been if things had gone differently.

Preview below the cut:

Earth, Japan, Crystal Tokyo, Old Nerima, Amaterasu’s Fire Bar

“Y’know,” drolled Lt. Hiroshi Nakamura over the beer he was nursing, “I’m beginning to suspect that you don’t normally come here in that ballerina outfit.”

Lt. Daisuke Hito smirked as he eyed the rather statuesque form standing between the two Starfleet officers with zero effort to hide the infamous ‘male gaze,’ “Not that we’re complaining, of course.”

Sailor Venus, a.k.a. Princess Ranma Saotome, rolled her eyes as she blushed, “I have my reasons, okay? I... I just wanna have a beer for old time’s sake.” The two men exchanged slightly confused glances and Ranma sighed, scrubbing her gloved fingers through her hair, “Sorry, ain’t fair to you, I know. Just...” she quaffed back nearly half the pint she was holding before she took a breath and continued, “My Hiro and Dai...passed away as old men nearly two centuries ago. They were, like, best bros to me, even with...” she gestured at herself, “All this, they were so chill with it and were just a pair of normal guys I could hang with and talk to. Even when they got married and got jobs and had kids, they made sure to make time for me, y’know? I didn’t realize how badly I’d missed ‘em ‘til you guys teleported in.”

48 hours ago, Ranma had been enjoying a sake at this very bar, doing her best to connect with ‘normal.’ She thought she might be making some headway in getting the regulars to treat her as just another girl when her communicator went off and she was summoned back to the castle. A ship had appeared in orbit, apparently through a hole in space, and the Senshi were needed just in case.

Ranma had roof-hopped back to Castle Venus, which might have been unusual if it weren’t for the fact that she trained the royal guards to do the same before they could be considered qualified to serve the royal houses.

There was a reason the royal guard was so small.

By the time she got back to the castle she called home, her mother was in a tizzy, ordering all sorts of accommodations for some apparent guests. During the time Ranma had been in transit, communication had been established and the captain of the ship...was her.

Ami, one of her best friends since Ranma had taken on the mantle of Venus, had shown a recording of the captain of the ship, speaking from the bridge.

Ranma had needed some time alone after seeing so many of her old friends, suddenly alive and well on a visiting starship.

She wasn’t there for the initial meeting, she left that honor to her mother. She was there when the crew began beaming down, and to her anxious delight, the helmsman and navigator she’d seen in the video were part of the first rotation. She’d done the next best thing to abducting them and dragged them to her favorite bar.

“Beamed in,” corrected Daisuke.

“Whatever,” grunted Ranma, “Point is I just wanted something... normal, y’know? All this ‘senshi’ shit and ‘princess’ crap...it wasn’t so bad for about three decades... but then we had whole generations of people who never knew the Senshi as anything but eternally long-lived superheroes that were here when their grandparents were in diapers and just gettin’ some sake became a whole production.”

Daisuke chugged back his beer as Hiroshi clapped a hand on Ranma’s shoulder in a ‘manly’ side-hug, “Naw, man, we get it. I think every Starfleet class has at least one member of some planet’s nobility, including the royal heir themselves on occasion.  Most of ‘em want you to ignore their royalty status. Goin’ for pub crawls with the freshmen royals is practically a rite of passage. ‘Course, we can do that in San Francisco, which is used to all’a that ‘cause Fleet Command and the Academy are in ‘Frisco, but hey, it got us used to escorting nobles around.”

As Daisuke clacked his empty stein against the bar and signaled to the bartender for another round, he added, “Besides, you’re pretty much our best friend, even if you’ve got a couple centuries on her. And they still know you’re... Soldier Venus?” he offered hesitantly.

“Sailor Venus,” corrected Ranma.

“Right, they clearly know who you are, and they still serve you here, even if they’re giving you looks. I’m guessing you’re normally only ever on the town when you’re not in uniform?”

Ranma sighed and nodded, “Yeah, usually when the Senshi are in seifuku it means some shit’s about t’go down.”

“So, what’s the big deal?” asked Hiroshi as he set his empty mug next to the fresh one the bartender set down at their spot, “I mean, I’d say, ‘let your hair down, but...”

Ranma rolled her eyes and swept her long red hair out of her face. “Ma wants me to be a ‘pretty princess’ normally so she had me grow out my hair, but the danged thing never stays tied back when I go full Venus.”

“Exactly!” replied Hiroshi, “Just relax! Go back to the palace and change and come on back!”

Ranma snorted, “It’s a castle, and it doesn’t work like that. It’s a quick-change, power-up thing that I can turn off any time.”

“Right, so why not just do that, then?” said Daisuke, who’d taken to sipping his beer.

Ranma’s face turned bright red, red enough to be a color match for Rei’s seifuku in her Sailor Mars form, “I just... things have changed since... I just wanna pretend they hadn’t for a bit.” Then her face twisted into an annoyed grimace, “And if that hand moves even a millimeter lower, Hiro, I’m gonna break it."

Hiroshi yanked his hand away from Ranma’s hip like it was about to burn him. Rather than look contrite or guilty, he snapped his fingers and muttered a, “Darnit!” under his breath.

Ranma giggled, “Gods, I missed you two!”

-=-=-=-=-=-=-

Read the rest on Archive of Our Own

[megansabode]

Good Luck, Babe

She gets into her apartment and deadbolts her door after her. Her bag drops to the floor as she sighs, then goes to the kitchen and grabs a snack bar.

Her back leans against the counter behind her as she stares into the reflection of the tiles on the kitchen walls. And when someone appears behind her, she gasps and drops her snack bar, turning around.

Blonde hair. Red eyes. That stupid grin.

“Himiko?”

-

After Himiko died in the war, Ochaco has lost herself. She's hooked up with men to try and find some meaning in life, but that's difficult when you're lesbian and not over your highschool girlfriend. But when she's proposed to by the man she slept with, and Himiko shows up again, is this all a dream, or is it reality?

OR

Himiko is actually alive and Ochaco needs dire help

wc: 2876

himichako/ togachako oneshot, originally posted on ao3 @megansabode

((i use ‘ochaco’ instead of ‘ochako’ when i write her name, it’s just how i write it lmao))

contains: swearing, car chase, lesbian ochaco, toga isn’t actually dead, kissing with tongue, bkdk, aged up pro heroes

Since Himiko died on the battlefield, Ochaco has lost herself. She’s scared to even look in the mirror because she knows she’ll see her ex-girlfriend behind her, mocking her for changing herself.

Ochaco is a slut.

She knows it. Everyone says it. Well, not everyone. Some people choose nicer words. But she is a slut. That’s what she calls it. She finds no reason to sugarcoat it.

She hooks up with men and feels nothing. Nothing at all. All of her classmates are fine. They have relationships, or friendships to fall back on. Even Mina, who’s cupioromantic, has decided to raise a kid with Kirishima as friends.

And Ochaco’s stuck mourning over a girl who died years ago.

“Hey.” The man next to her grins. “You alright?” Ochaco nods, pulling the robe further over her body. “Mm. That was good, wasn’t it?”

“Yeah.” It wasn’t. Ochaco thinks it was probably one of the worst nights she’s ever had.

“Mhm. You wanna know what I would do after this?” Ochaco doesn’t move her head or speak. “I would make you my wife and we’d do this every night. And then we’d have a bunch of kids running around and you’d just stay home while I get the money.” Ochaco feels like killing herself.

“Wow.” She says in a dull tone.

“Mhm. So.” The man moves in front of her and gets on one knee, pulling out a ring. “Will you marry me?”

What the fuck.

Ochaco just stares at him, a chill going down her spine. Half of her wants to be special, to settle for what. But the other half of her doesn’t want to be an object used for sex, tied to a bed to create children for the rest of her life.

“Uh, I’ll think about it.” She says. He grins and nods, handing her the ring. She’s tempted to throw it into the bin.

“Make the right choice, darling.” Oh, now she’s really going to jump off the fucking roof. She grabs her clothes and walks into the bathroom, shutting the door behind her.

She pulls her clothes on, and her phone rings. She picks it up. “Mhm?”

“So, what fuckward did you hook up with this time?” Katsuki asks. She groans. “How bad?”

“Terrible.” She says. “Oh, it was just horrible. Sometimes I feel bad that you’re gay.”

Katsuki laughs. “Yeah, but I’m dating someone.”

“Ha-ha.” Ochaco pauses, remembering the ring. “Oh, shit, Katsuki.”

“What?”

“He fucking proposed to me.” Instead of being horrified after hearing that, Katsuki just bursts out laughing. “What?”

“He gave you terrible sex and proposed to you after? What kind of fucking dick did you find, Ochaco?” He asks, still laughing. “Holy shit, get out of there.”

“I’m getting out.” She says. “He said he’ll make me his wife and use me as a sex slave, too.”

Katsuki stopped laughing. “He said what?”

“Yeah.”

“Are you sure you don’t want to live in mine and Izuku’s spare room?” He asks.

“Mm. I’m sure. I’m just…gonna go home.”

“Alright. Stay safe.” Katsuki tells her.

She nods. “Yeah. Tell Izuku I said hi.” Katsuki hums in approval and hangs up.

Ochaco pulls the rest of her clothes on and leaves while the man’s in the shower. She doesn’t even bother to leave a note—she doesn’t want to. She doesn’t want to see him ever again.

Her apartment isn’t too far away—which she probably needs to change. That man doesn’t seem like the type to just leave her alone after proposing to her.

Does he think that it isn’t just one night? Because that’s what she does—one night. Only one.

Not becoming a wife and giving a man children for the rest of her life.

She gets into her apartment and deadbolts her door after her. Her bag drops to the floor as she sighs, then goes to the kitchen and grabs a snack bar.

Her back leans against the counter behind her as she stares into the reflection of the tiles on the kitchen walls. And when someone appears behind her, she gasps and drops her snack bar, turning around.

Blonde hair. Red eyes. That stupid grin.

“Himiko?”

Himiko smiles, her head tilting to the side. “Hey, Ochaco. Is this your new apartment? Much better than the old one.” Ochaco stares at Himiko as she walks closer. “Looks more expensive, too.”

Is she dreaming? She has to be.

“A-are you real?” Ochaco asks, her voice breaking. Himiko just laughs, and Ochaco feels a part of her heart mend itself.

“Of course I’m real, silly!” Ochaco reaches out her hand, and touches Himiko.

“W-what? But—but you’re dead! You died in my arms!” Himiko purses her lips.

“They—they got me back alive. At the Hospital. They threatened to send me to Tartarus, but then I made a deal…”

“What deal?” Ochaco asks. Himiko stays silent and Ochaco grabs her shoulders. “What deal, Himiko?”

“I—I go into hiding. And they don’t care about me. And I’ve…I’ve been stalking you, too. Not like, entirely, I don’t watch you…do anything. But I’ve missed you.”

“Why—why didn’t you ever tell me? You could’ve come to me, I would’ve kept you safe, Himiko.” She says, her hands going up to cup Himiko’s face. “I–I love you-”

“Someone who loves me wouldn’t go and hook up with a hundred men after I’m dead.” Ochaco’s breath hitches in her throat, and Himiko moves back. “How about you accept that proposal, huh? You could’ve chucked that ring in your pocket in the trash–why didn’t you?”

“I will!” Ochaco shouts. “I-I will, I promise, I-”

“No, you won’t. Because you want to feel special. And I’m not going to make you feel special because I’m a villain.” She bites the last word out, and Ochaco gasps. “I told you this would happen.”

I told you so.

Ochaco shakes her head. “No, I don’t–I’ve never cared that you’re a villain. Never.”

“So why are you sleeping around?”

“Because you died!” Ochaco screams. “You died and you left me and I fucking broke down! You died and I died with you! And, I can’t—I can’t even let myself think about you because I knew you would hate me, and look where that got me!” She yells, her voice raspy from shouting. “I—I can’t do this!”

Himiko stares at her as Ochaco grabs the ring and twists it, then throws it in the bin. “There. There—there, it’s gone.”

She doesn’t even realise she’s crying until Himiko hugs her, the soft and safe arms making her cry even more. “Ochaco-“

“I don’t even know who I am anymore, Himiko. I’m—I’m scared. I’m scared of myself, I don’t know why I’m doing this.”

“Ochaco-“

“Himiko, I don’t want to do this-“

Himiko grabs Ochaco’s face, her thumbs against the girl’s cheeks. “Ochaco. It’s fine.”

“But you said earlier-“

“Forget what I said. It doesn’t mean I don’t love you. Yeah, this is confusing. I’m confusing, you’re confusing, we’re confusing. But I fucking love you and I have ever since the first day I saw you and thought you’d look better covered in blood.” Ochaco laughs. “But now, I don’t care whether you’re covered in blood or not. I just love you.”

Ochaco stares at Himiko, then says those four words that many could find difficult to say, and four words that Ochaco could never say to anyone else. “I love you too.” She pauses. “Himiko.”

“I love the way you say my name.” Ochaco laughs. “And I love you.”

They lock eyes, and the unspoken words of everything they’ve wanted to say are spoken, silently. Ochaco stares at Himiko’s red eyes as Himiko stares at Ochaco’s brown eyes, and soon they stare into each other’s eyes.

And then they lean in.

And then they kiss. And Himiko’s hands go to Ochaco’s waist and Ochaco’s arms wrap around Himiko’s neck. Ochaco leans back as Himiko’s hands move to Ochaco’s lower back, holding her as she deepens the kiss.

Ochaco gasps as she feels Himiko’s tongue against her lips, and she parts them, letting out a small noise as Himiko’s tongue presses against hers.

This is different. This is different from the hook-ups, from the horrific sex Ochaco has put herself through with hundreds of men.

Because this is Himiko. This is Ochaco’s (kind of) ex girlfriend, this is the girl Ochaco kissed in the comfort of closets, this is the girl that everyone guessed after the war that Ochaco hated.

Ochaco has never loved Himiko more. And Ochaco has never hated Himiko.

They pull away quickly at a loud bang on the door. “Oh, no.” Ochaco whispers.

“Is that—oh, shit.” Himiko gets up. “Stay here.” Ochaco nods, moving back into her apartment, and she moves into the kitchen, her back flush against the wall.

The man who proposed to her is at her door. She just knows it—she knows he’s here. He’s probably been stalking her.

The door opens. “Hey!” Himiko says, leaning against the door. Oh, fuck. Himiko had opened the door.

Himiko’s supposed to be dead.

“T-Toga?” The man gasps, and Ochaco hears a foot move. “The villain? Where—where’s Uraraka Ochaco?”

Oh. Wait.

“Oh, I’m afraid she’s not around anymore.” The man gasps and Ochaco hears movement down the steps. The door closes and Himiko soon comes into view.

“I’m afraid the police may be here in the next four minutes, tops.” She says.

Ochaco sighs. “Fuck’s sake.” She grabs Himiko’s hand and gets her keys and phone, then goes to her room and grabs her hero costume, then goes back to the door.

“You’re not going to take anything else?”

“I don’t have anything else.”

“Oh.” They go down the stairs and get to Ochaco’s car. Ochaco gets in the driver’s seat and Himiko gets in the passenger seat. “Never thought I’d be a passenger princess.” Ochaco rolls her eyes and connects her phone to the car.

She presses, ‘Call’ and taps on Katsuki’s name. He immediately picks up. “The hell do you want? I’m busy here-“

“Hey, Bakugo!” Himiko shouts.

Fuck.

Katsuki pauses, then yells. “What the fuck?” Ochaco hears Izuku mumble in the background. “Toga?”

“Toga?” Izuku mumbles. Ochaco groans as she starts up the car and starts driving out of the car park.

“There she is!” The man yells. Ochaco checks the rearview mirror. The police have just pulled up.

“Shit. Himiko, hold on.” Himiko nods and Ochaco pushes the car into sport mode, then speeds down the long road outside her apartment complex. “Katsuki, I may be bringing the police to your house.”

“You may be what?” Katsuki yells into the receiver.

“What’s happening?” Izuku asks.

Ochaco sighs. “Do you remember when I said that guy proposed to me?”

Now it’s Izuku’s turn to yell. “When that guy what?”

“Long story.” Katsuki, Ochaco and Himiko say at the same time. Izuku just groans.

“Yeah?” Katsuki says. “Wait-“

“He stalked Ochaco and I went to the door and…insinuated I killed Ochaco. So now the police are after us and—holy shit, Ochaco! Ochaco turns around a corner, pulling the steering wheel completely to the side. “Do you want us to be roadkill or something?”

“Shut up and let me drive.” She pulls on the handbrake and they speed down the road, the police sirens getting louder.

“Are those sirens?” Katsuki yells.

“Katsuki, considering you used to be top of our class, I would think your comprehension skills would be better!” Ochaco shouts, the speed pulling her body back as she overtakes a car.

She just hears Katsuki groan. “Well, yeah, but you’re in a fucking car chase.”

“She’s in a what?” Izuku asks in a tired tone.

“Go to sleep, Izuku.”

“But I-“

“Go to sleep.” Izuku goes silent and Katsuki sighs again. “What’s your speed?”

“110.” Ochaco says, pulling around a corner again. “70. 120.”

“I’m sorry?” Katsuki yells, and Ochaco swears Izuku says something. “Sleep.”

“But you woke me up.” Izuku says.

“I really don’t care about your sappy shit right now, because Ochaco’s about to fucking kill us!” Himiko yells, holding onto the sides of her seat. “Fucking hell!”

“Ever heard of road rage, Himiko?”

“I joined the LOV at the age of 16, no, I don’t know what road rage is, Ochaco! Unless you mean chasing down a huge truck to steal quirk-cancelling bullets from Overhaul, but I wasn’t even really there for that!” Himiko shouts.

“Oh, fuck.” Katsuki sighs, and Ochaco can almost see him rubbing his temples. “When’re you gonna be here?”

Ochaco checks her side mirror. “Himiko, get in the back. Lay low.”

“While you’re going five times the speed limit? No!”

“Oh, that’s an exaggeration.”

“It’s what it feels like!” Himiko yells. “Oh, fuck, we’re dead.” Himiko climbs through the gaps between the front two chairs, sliding under them.

“Alright, Katsuki. See you soon.”

“Ochaco, you can’t be seriously-“ She hangs up before he can yell at her even more. Ochaco slows down and pulls over, then grabs her hero costume and presses a button, pulling it on quickly. Then, she gets out of the car.

“You are—Uravity?” The policeman closest to her shouts. “Wh—but-“

“Are you serious?” Ochaco yells. “I was about to capture a villain and now you’re chasing me down?”

“Wh—what villain?” The policeman asks.

“That one.” Ochaco points at the man who proposed to her just earlier.

His eyes widen. “What? No—no, Im not a villain-“

“On what charge?” The policeman asks Ochaco. “Uravity, you must have a reason-“

“Breaking and entering. And stalking. Oh, and can lying be added to that list, we all know that Toga Himiko is dead.” The policemen gasp, then one goes to arrest the man.

“What? No, you can’t seriously be doing this, you told me where you live!” Ochaco just crosses her arms, staring at him.

“Take him away.” The policeman says. “Thank you, Uravity. Sorry for the trouble.”

“Don’t let it happen again.” Ochaco says.

She turns and gets back in her car and drives away. She knows that the man won’t be in prison for long without foolproof evidence.

So it’s time to take up Katsuki’s offer.

Himiko pushes herself out from under the seats. “I hated that.”

Ochaco laughs. “I guessed as much. It’s only five minutes to Katsuki’s and Izuku’s, anyway.” Himiko nods, sitting in the back seat.

“What did you say to them?” She asks.

“Not much. They arrested the man for stalking and breaking and entering. Although, I don’t think that we should go back now that he knows where I live.”

“So…?”

“Katsuki’s and Izuku’s. I’m sure they won’t mind another person staying around.” Himiko sighs, but nods, and Ochaco drives on.

“We’re here!” Ochaco chucks her spare key on the kitchen table as Himiko looks around. Katsuki and Izuku are the top paid heroes in Japan, so they both have a house, instead of an apartment like the other heroes from Class 1-A.

“Holy shit…” Himiko mutters.

“What’re you gawking at?” Katsuki asks as he walks down the stairs. “It’s a house.”

“Mm. It’s a house with a villain who’s never had a proper family in it.” Himiko comments. Katsuki rolls his eyes and crossed his arms, leaning against the wall behind him.

Ochaco sighs. “Got the guy arrested. But I don’t think he’ll be there for long.”

“You can stay here-“

She cuts Katsuki off. “Why do you think I’m here?” He sighs. “I’m getting my shit together.”

“Finally.” Izuku says, in the middle of the stairs. Ochaco rolls her eyes and he smiles. “I was waiting for the day you stopped wasting away and never staying at your apartment.”

“Hm. Me too.” Himiko says.

Ochaco scoffs. “Is this slut-shaming?”

“Yes.” All three say at the same time.

“And if it’s on record, all the men you got with were fucking shit. I didn’t even need to meet them to know that.” Katsuki says.

“Wow. Great. Thanks for that.” Ochaco says, sighing. “So…can me and Himiko take the spare room?”

Katsuki nods. “Yeah, just don’t be too loud.”

“Homophobia.” Himiko comments.

“Shut up.”

“Yeah, yeah, get on with your gay shit.” Himiko says, grabbing Ochaco’s arm and pulling her towards the stairs.

“Touché!” Katsuki yells as Himiko puts up her middle finger and goes up the stairs. Once they’re up, Ochaco shows Himiko where the room is and they sit down on the bed.

“I like this place. Very nice.”

“Mhm.” Ochaco stares at her hand wrapped around Himiko’s.

Himiko grabs her chin gently, then turns her face to hers. “What’s wrong?”

“For some reason, I feel like I’m dreaming.” Ochaco says. “And I really don’t want to be dreaming.”

“...Of course you’re not dreaming, silly. But, are you tired?” Ochaco nods slowly. “Alright. Wanna go to bed?”

“Yeah. Yeah, that’d be nice.” Himiko smiles and Ochaco lays on her side, Himiko’s arms wrapping around her waist from behind. “Goodnight, Himiko.”

“Goodnight, Ochaco.”

And when Ochaco wakes up in the morning, she’s in the man’s bed again.

Maybe she should check herself into a mental hospital the next time she dreams that Himiko’s still alive again.

[queerfables]

911 season 5 liveblog part 3

5x10

I'm finding it hard to believe these women are busy squabbling with each other when their husband has been blatantly lying to both of them

And they both have kids who are probably feeling very confused and upset right now maybe go take care of that

Lmfao Hen's advice about what Buck should get Taylor for Christmas. "Don't overthink it just make sure it's sweet and something she needs and also shows you know her really well" SO HELPFUL

LOL TAYLOR IS JUST AS BAD AS HIM AT THIS

Thank God for Athena telling these two women exactly what I've been wanting to say

Awwww they're bonding

Noooo lady ask him out you can do it

Awwwww he likes her too even though he hated the present she got him. Cuuute.

Oh NO Chris is freaking out about Christmas because he's worried about Eddie T_T

Oh jeeze Eddie so does not need a child frantically asking if his dad is dead right now

OK Buck's present to Taylor was crazy romantic

Oh no Eddie's leaviiiiing.

I'm sure Evan "Abandonment Issues" Buckley is gonna be super chill and normal about that

5x11

Lol at Hen's revolving door of partners

Oh God horrible??

This show has actually really desensitised me to TV injuries involving the bone showing, that used to be suuuch a major squick for me

Omg Eddie is doing 911 dispatch? Please. How long is that going to last. He's perpetually 0.5 seconds away from climbing out a third storey window to rescue a kitten. Eddie trying to keep himself out of danger by coordinating 911 responses like an alcoholic trying to pay for therapy by working at a bar.

Oh he's doing PR? That's so much worse. He'll be stir crazy in a week.

On one hand, Buck should probably not broadcast his scepticism over Eddie's career change quite so loudly. On the other hand he is meeee so how can I judge him.

It's very romantic of the wife to wanna take over driving in this Speed re-run for her husband but wasn't the whole point of Eddie's call that they can't switch him out?

Yeah so this is the kind of thing I mean though, how is Eddie supposed to watch from the sidelines while the people he cares about put themselves in danger doing the job he loves?

Oh no Eddie, left on the outside

Lol yeah Athena pegged it. Bobby's bullshit about trying to find the ~right person~ as if that has ever mattered so much before. Buck hated Eddie at first and Bobby told him to get over it.

I really love that Athena rides solo. Her being the only cop and the one who works without a partner, compared to all these firefighters who work as a team, and I don't know, I just think it shows up in some really well crafted ways in everyone's characterisation and the ways that Athena is a little different from the others.

Wow this lady is really hitting on Buck

Buck do not???

Buck stop this????

Oh he's so drunk

Hen you are giving Buck terrible advice

Yeah no that's better telling the truth is the only option but oof this is not gonna be good

I am having some thoughts and feelings about how Buck's spiral over Eddie leaving is manifesting as kissing the last person he jumped onto the roof of a car with

I'm gonna get weepy again, Chris is such a good kid and he loves his dad so much

Lol at how Eddie's response to Bobby benching him for his own good is identical to Buck's

BUCK NO

Come on you'd done the hardest part she knew something was wrong and honestly in the grand scheme briefly kissing someone else is not that bad

But now it is VERY bad

You asked her to move in instead of telling her

At this point the only thing you can do is change your name, move to another country and pray she never finds you

Oh shit Lucy is transferring here isn't she

Buckley you are fucked

5x12

Maddie! I've just been thinking about how much I missed her

Oh Maddie honey

And Chimney!! Hi Chimney

Aaaah them finding each other again gave me chills

They're two of my fav characters I've really missed them

Oh no I just full on started bawling when Maddie started singing "the wheels on the bus" to jee-an. That song is one of my son's favourites and there were a few months where singing it was the only thing that would calm him down. I was already way too emotional imagining myself in Maddie's shoes and I guess that was the breaking point lol.

Then Maddie and Chimney started singing it together and I got teary all over again

Oh this is bad I cannot have a hair trigger weeping response to the wheels on the freaking bus that's so dumb

5x13

"We broke up" what the FUCK

Lol at Maddie and Chimney catching up on all the gossip from the 118 while they've been gone

Erg, the bends is my nightmare, it's one of those human body related things I'm squeamish about

Lol Buck you are being SO weird about Lucy it's very funny

Eddie really looks like he's not doing so hot

"Pain is just weakness leaving the body" for fucks sake. you would have internalised that, wouldn't you?

Well at least Buck knows it was dumb

Urg, spiders, another nightmare :/

Yeaaaaaah this is real bad Buck

Holy fuck the woman just dousing the mugger and then herself in gasoline

Omg the fact that Eddie is having a breakdown and Christopher is freaking out and the person he calls is Buck T_T

God this is awful for Chris though

Oh jeeze, Eddie. This is awful.

Man this is devastating but in some ways I'm happy Eddie finally reached a breaking point and let himself feel his feelings

I'm also really happy that Christopher had someone he could call. That kid has been through enough.

5x14

Oh Eddie

Buck drew a heart that's so cute

Buck you REALLY should have told Taylor everything. She is going to find out, you know that right? That's literally her job description

I'm really liking this arc for Eddie. I don't know, his primary coping mechanism seems to be to compartmentalise and shut down the difficult feelings and it's been good to see him externalise a bit more. It's shown a different side of his character I think.

[ghost-town-story]

FebruarOC Day 9: Isabelle

Izzy shivered as the wind whistled around her. The closer the sun sank to the horizon, the colder it became, especially without any sort of jacket, but Izzy was stubborn and didn’t want to admit defeat just because of a little chill. Especially since admitting defeat would mean going back home and dealing with her parents and Fletcher again.

A creak of metal startled Izzy out of her thoughts, but before she could do much more than begin to uncurl, a familiar mess of blonde curls appeared over the edge of the roof.

“You know,” Hayley said as she climbed the rest of the way up, “it’s a real pain in the ass to get up here without any shapeshifting powers. Scoot over.”

“That’s kinda the point,” Izzy retorted, but she made room for Hayley before wrapping her arms around her knees again. “How’d you know I was up here anyways?”

“You weren’t answering your phone,” Hayley said, carefully settling herself next to Izzy. “And that usually means you’re up here sulking.”

“I’m not sulking,” Izzy defended herself.

“Pout pout.” Hayley poked Izzy’s cheek.

Izzy jerked her head away. “Quit it.”

Hayley quit the poking, but she apparently wasn’t done badgering Izzy. “I stopped by your place earlier to make sure you weren’t just grounded or something.”

“Okay.” Izzy hugged her knees tighter.

“You up here cause of Fletcher?”

Izzy scowled, but no matter how much she wanted to say no, the word seemed to be stuck in her throat.

“The way you talked about him, I thought you would be excited he’s visiting,” Hayley said, her voice softening. “So why are you up here instead of hanging out with him?”

“It’s not that simple,” Izzy muttered.

“Yeah?” Hayley leaned against Izzy, her warmth a welcome balm against the chilling air.

“Family drama stuff.”

“Do you want to talk about it?” Hayley asked.

No whispered the part of Izzy that told her to suck it up and put on a smile and let the snide remarks just wash over her. Yes screamed the part that just wanted somebody to acknowledge her for who she was, not who her brother was.

Izzy sighed and ran her hands over her face. “It’s… dumb, so feel free to tell me to shut up if you get sick of my shit.”

“I’m not gonna tell you to shut up.” Hayley nudged Izzy’s shoulder with her own.

Izzy made a face, but she knew better than to try and argue the point. Instead, she focused her gaze back on the horizon as she tried to figure out how to order her thoughts so they’d make sense and also not take five years to ramble on about shit.

“I want to be a hero so bad,” she finally said. “So yeah, I like hearing him talk about stuff he’s done as a hero. But it’s like…” Izzy huffed in frustration, her bangs fluttering in front of her eyes with the movement. “For as long as I can remember, he’s always been the one people thought would be a hero. I mean, he has the useful, flashy power, and just, whatever it is that makes people like him. Meanwhile I’m just… me.”

“I like you,” Hayley said quietly.

Izzy couldn’t help the smile that tugged at the corners of her mouth. “Seems like you’re the only one some days, and I’m still not sure you didn’t hit your head too hard the day we met.”

Hayley bapped Izzy on the head. “No being mean to yourself!” she scolded.

“That’s not—whatever.” Izzy rolled her eyes. “The point is, Fletcher says he wants to be a hero and everybody practically falls over themselves to encourage him and make it happen. I say I wanna be a hero, and everybody pats me on the head like I’m an idiot for even thinking it might happen. I just got sick of all the condescending bullshit I was getting at home, so…” She gestured out over the horizon. “Here we are.”

[booksrbetterthanpeople]

One Day at a Time Quotes

Marinette: A Proposition U.

Lacey: You wanna proposition me?

—

Denise: The rain ruined everything, and everybody came back, and we’re Cuban, so now we’re having a party.

Marc: Well, I’m Colombian, so I actually get that. Except with my mom, it’s not, *Vocalizes Cuban music* it’s *Vocalizes Colombian music*

Pilar Cabello: Do I hear a Colombian?

—

Kagami: I have figured out what to do about that tree!

Mylène: Form a Million Fencer March!

Kagami: No, no, no. I have something better than all of that, that will cut through the red tape! *Whips out a katana* HA!

Mylène: Kagami! Be careful!

Kagami: I know, I’m sorry. This is not my usual katana arm.

—

Zoé: Uh, thanks so much for dinner, but I’m not really that hungry, so I’m gonna chill till the lockdown’s over. *Leaves the room*

Austin T: … She is walking away from my meal?… *Points to Jean* This is your fault.

—

Roger: *Through a megaphone* Please go back inside! Kissing teenagers! Please go back inside!

Cosette: *Stops kissing Zoé* IN A MINUTE!

—

Austin A: I pretended that these people were my friends, but, honestly, for some reason, I’m not that popular. *Marinette walks by* Nice wig, Mari! You get it from the dump like the rest of your clothes?… I don’t know what it is, exactly.

—

Marc: *Gets a text* Oh! My boyfriend’s out front. He hates when I make him wait.

Jean: …

Marc: Aaw! And he just bought me a cookie! I love cookies! *Leaves*

Austin T: *Walks over to Jean* He has a boyfriend… He’s so lucky… Do you wanna split that cookie?

Jean: Huh? Wait… Ooh…

Austin T: Oh. Never mind. Uh, I thought- Sorry.

Jean: No, no! Queer! Me, queer!

Austin T: Oh! Uh… Me, queer, too!

Jean: Heh… Great… *Offers Austin T a cookie* Cookie?

*Meanwhile, Denise and Simon watch from afar*

Denise: Oof.

Simon: Yeah. He is terrible at this.

Denise: Thank goodness he has us.

—

Reshma: Okay… Then what I’m trying to say… Is that… When I think about love… I see myself… Someday… Loving a woman…

Aabha Leghari: … Oh… Why do I keep giving everyone the wrong sex talk?

—

Mme. Bustier: How bad was this movie?

Mme. Mendeleiv: Awful.

M. Grotke: Filthy.

Mme. Bustier: Okay! Show me!

Mme. Mendeleiv: Yeah, that’s not happening.

M. Monlataing: Caline, you turned away when I bent over to tie my shoe. Trust me, this is not for you.

Mme. Bustier: Hey. I have been married since I graduated university. If anything, it is a shame that Giselle and I went unrecorded. *Takes the laptop and opens it, playing the video* …

Mme. Mendeleiv: …

M. Monlataing: …

M. Grotke: …

Mme. Bustier: … *Tilts her head… Then shuts the laptop* Burn this.

—

Juleka: Well, what are you asking me? How to spot a lesbian? I mean, do some of us have short hair? Sure. Do we sometimes prefer practical, gender neutral clothing? I guess? Does a perfect day involve going to candle making class in our Subaru with a roof rack full on antiques? That’s just solid Parisian fun.

—

Valentin Bellamy: I want her to have the perfect coming out story. You know, where I’m cool and supportive, and… We high five unicorns down a rainbow together.

Anarka: Okay, so, gay people aren’t magic. But it’s a common misconception, so…

[luffythinker]

THAT ONE ANON BACK AT IT AGAIN! it's almost monday so ima need something to distract me when im in a group session with some guys for work i always use reading your replies to me as so, so have some ships!

MinaTsuyu

It started with Mina whining about how everyone is falling in love and she doesn't know what falling in love is, shes never felt it before TSU keeps asking people out but keeps getting turned down for some reason she isn't sure what it is or that everyone always has someone they like and she isn't it, she starts spending more time with her gal pals Toru Jirou and Mina Mina moreso than others cause everybody is always out with their boo or hanging out with their squads

Mina cant hangout with her squad all the time too much of Bakugo Kaminari Sero and Kirishima in one day is a headache and everyone needs a vacation from that LOVE THEM TO DEATH but ya know sometimes ppl be annoying AF

Tsu aggressively starts having feelings for Mina like she has to abstain herself to have a normal day

Shes watching for any opportunity to be close to her friend

Like she's looking at her differently in a new light she notices how pretty she is, that never used to happen before, if they go to the beach she's fanning herself not from the heat but from how Mina's bikini fits her

(I like to imagine Mina is built Mina is a little on the stubby side but shes got a figure and Tsu is super skinny but semi round hips because frog, so Tsu is tall and skinny while Mina is sort of short and fun shape )

she wants to do more than hug for long periods of time, she wants to hold a women it's Jenny darling your my best friend, im using your shirt as a pillowcase, i borrow your lipstick so often

Thats how deep Tsu really is

So oneday they are chilling in Mina's room and Tsu kisses her just for the hell of it she can't take this longing one anymore it's so agrrsive at first but it slowly melts into something sweet after that Tsu's sitting on top of Mina both of them are just sitting there looking crazy not knowing where to go from there and keep it between themselves like "THIS WILL NEVER HAPPEN AGAIN, THAT WAS JUST A ONE TIME THING"

Nothing at school is normal anymore it happens more often, they kiss at their lockers when nobody is around, they eat lunch on the roof and kiss there it's just a lot of kissing and not asking any questions

Not very sure how they could actually get together but tell me what you think

Next one IidaBakugo i think we talked about this one before?

BUT THINK ABOUT BAKUGO FINDING IIDAS RED EYES INTERESTING? like Bakugo caressing his face removing his glasses

ALSO Iida not changing any aspect of his person now that he's regularly associating with Bakugo, Bakugo isn't changing either they just kinda stay how they are both of them are very good at being professional around eachother and others HOWEVER

Bakugo wants to see Iida break he wants to see Iida slip up and do something "inappropriate" in front of others

things Iida deems inappropriate: PDA,Bakugo's language Especially how he talks to Iida when they are alone, the mouth on that one is something that gets him going badly it's his guilty pleasure to indulge Bakugo's behavior

Bakugo loves when the power dynamic is Iida in charge cause that's different, he loves when he acts out of his nerdy character

One day Bakugo keeps getting on his nerves all day long sitting on the desk little things like that, Iida just goes up to him and grabs his face speaking directly into his mouth ALMOST A KISS BUT NOT REALLY and tells him "Get off the desk" in his lowest voice it leaves several students in awe and Bakugo a blushing mess

Anything you have to add about these things TELL ME I WANNA HEAR THEM i honestly am trying to get more into Iida/Bakugo

Tell me how you think Iida/Bakugo could be? do you think Bakugo craves bad boy iida or do you think Bakugo would want him soft boy?

aaaa i'm so sorry i couldnt be here last monday but im here now, let's deep dive together!!

MinaTsuyu

I LOVE SAPPHIC COUPLES I'M SO EXCITED FOR THIS

First, I really love that you gave us some background for Tsu, she's always looking for love and it's never the right time or the right person, she just wants to be loved and cared for but it seems everybody else can find their perfect person except for her For Mina, I don't think she has love in her mind like that, she has fun with people but she's not necessarily looking for serious stuff at the moment (or so she thinks).

But when their friendship starts progressing, I think both of them begin to realize they are attracted to each other, they believe the other is the prettiest girl in the world, and both of them love physical touch, so there are lots of hugs and hand holding but none of them ever says anything afraid to ruin it and misunderstand things.

idk why but I feel like mina would kiss first?? just like a peck and immediately pull back bc she's too afraid she just ruined everything but tsu gets her and kisses her properly!!

I think maybe they would unconsciously hide just bc they don't know how to define what they are yet, but everyone kind of knows there's something going on with them, and tsuyu is a Lover, so she eventually says she wants all the dating perks, she wants to be a Girlfriend, she wants all the sweet stuff and mina is in love, she finally realizes that she doesn't mind serious as long as it's with the girl she loves :((

IidaBakugo

I vaguely remember we talked about them, they are an interesting pair for sure because I think they both don't know how to process and express emotions properly?? like they're both in the same spectrum of "I don't know how to express I'm in love with you so I'm gonna scream"

Love them having dynamics based on challenging each other, bakugo wants to see him break, iida wants to see him be a bit more proper (kinda, bc he likes him the way he is)

POWER DYNAMICS YESSS, iida has so much potential as a more dominant partner especially with bakugo, and I do think bakugo craves that the most (he would never admit it tho). But yes, I can see iida being the only one who can really put bakugo in his place when he's serious about something. Iida would tease him not even consciously like, getting all up in his face and personal space to speak, but not kissing, getting bakugo to move by touching his back or waist but not actually holding him, it drives katsuki insane until he snaps and finally asks (screams) for iida to just do things properly!!!

i guess that's all i have for now with these couples, i love our conversations here so much <3