#now its like im just stuck living in the immediate panic forever

[thechronicmasochist]

I had a category ten autistic moment over a week ago and I'm still not recovered from it 🙄 social anxiety is annoying i just want to embrace my inner freak and move on

[theres-an-impulstor-among-us]

i wrote a thing inspired by @galaxygermdraws headcanons and designs for team ZITS!!!

inspiration here

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The portal has been in the middle of his world for as long as he can remember. But his mother has always told him to stay away from it. “It leads to the Overworld,” she would tell him. “Nothing good ever comes of the Enderfolk in the Overworld.”

So Impulse ignores it.

It��s a proud day when his wings grow in. He’s too young to understand that he wasn’t born with them, that his mother granted them to him. He doesn’t see himself as human and his mother as a dragon. To him, they are the same. He is her baby and she is his mother. No question.

She’s there when he flies for the first time. His tiny wings can only just support his tiny podgy body and he ends up falling after only a few seconds, but his mother is so proud of him that he forgets about that. To her, he just soared among the stars, and she could not be prouder of him.

But nothing lasts forever, no matter how good it is.

His mother disappears one day, leaving no trace. Impulse is terrified and grief-stricken at first, but after searching for her for weeks with no luck, he’s forced to move on with his life. So he befriends the endermen as best he can, though they’re not much for playing or even talking. Not like his mother was.

Years go by. Many years. Impulse gets used to the solitude.

And then… something appears in his world.

The thing is tall, about twice his size. It looks like him in some ways but so different in others, and yet it doesn’t appear to be particularly scary. In fact, when it seems Impulse, IT appears to be afraid of HIM.

He cocks his head to the side as the strange creature ducks behind one of the obsidian pillars. Frowning, he waits until it peeks its head out.

“Hi,” he says.

After a moment, the creature carefully approaches him, keeping a wary eye on the endermen, but they don’t seem to be interested in it.

“Hi,” Impulse repeats.

The strange creature opens its mouth and says something back . But Impulse doesn’t understand the words. It’s not Galactic, his language.

“I don’t understand,” he says.

The creature frowns. Clearly it can’t understand Impulse either. It points at itself and makes a noise that sounds like “Skizz”.

Frowning, Impulse mimics the noise. “Skizz.”

He gets an encouraging nod from the other person. “Skizz,” he says, again pointing to himself.

With a jerk, Impulse realises that must be this person’s name. He points at him. “Skizz.”

Another encouraging nod from Skizz, a bright smile on his face. He points at Impulse and makes another noise that sounds like a question.

“Impulse,” says Impulse, pointing at himself.

Skizz mimics what he says. “Im-pulse?”

His accent is weird, but Impulse doesn’t mind; after all, his own accent probably sounds weird to Skizz. He gives a nod, smiling widely. “Impulse.”

Skizz beams back. “Impulse!”

Impulse is happy. Despite not speaking the same language, he seems to have made a friend.

Suddenly, Skizz gets up and, beckoning, rushes off. Impulse quickly follows, wondering where his new friend is leading him.

His stomach drops when he sees Skizz standing on the edge of the Overworld portal.

“No, no, no,” he says, hurriedly shaking his head. “Not safe!”

Skizz takes both his hands in his own and smiles, a reassuring smile. Even though Impulse can’t understand Skizz’s words, he finds himself trusting his new friend’s smile.

Besides… maybe it’s time for something new.

So he nods, and he and Skizz jump into the portal.

Immediately, the atmosphere changes. This new world is hot and the air feels heavy and full, not at all like the emptiness of the End. And what’s worse, the strange bright orb in the sky hurts his eyes.

Letting out a cry, Impulse takes off running until he finds shelter under a tree. He only knows what it is because he remembers it from his mother teaching him the basics about the Overworld.

That means the orb in the sky must be the “sun”: the source of all life here in the Overworld.

Impulse hates it.

And where is Skizz? Why didn’t they appear in the same place? Where did Skizz go?

Starting to panic, Impulse dashes out from the safety of the tree canopy, noticing the sky darkening. He can see a cave in the hill a few hundred blocks away so he bolts for that, but before he can reach it, something starts falling from the sky. Something wet.

Something that burns his skin and his wings.

Screaming and crying in pain, Impulse keeps running, holding up his wings to protect his head from the horrible substance burning him. He makes it to the cave and scrambles inside, collapsing to the ground on his side.

It hurts. It hurts so much. Why did he ever come here? He’s alone and he’s in pain and he’s terrified. WHY did he EVER come here?!

Just let me die already… Please…

…

“Impulse!” Skizz yells, looking around wildly for his new friend. “IMPULSE! Where are you?!”

He curses himself for not considering that Impulse’s Overworld respawn place would be different to his. Impulse has never been to the Overworld before, and since the Overworld portal in the End puts you back at your respawn point, of course it would make sense that Skizz would appear back in his home but Impulse wouldn’t.

He’s gone back to his world’s spawn, where it’s now raining. The cave he took shelter in when he first spawned in this world is his destination. If Impulse appeared here, Skizz is sure he would seek shelter in that cave.

Sure enough, he can hear a noise as he gets closer, a noise that sounds like crying. His heart skips a beat as he scrambles up the side of the hill and hops up into the cave.

Impulse is lying curled up in a ball on his side, shaking and crying, clearly not fully conscious. Skizz gasps at the sight of red blotches all over Impulse’s arms, neck, and face.

“Impulse, are you okay?” he gasps, forgetting momentarily that Impulse can’t understand him. “Impulse?”

When he gets no response, Skizz stoops and picks Impulse up. Impulse is half his size, despite being podgier than him, so it’s an easy journey from the cave to his home. Luckily, the rain has stopped now.

Skizz carefully lies Impulse down in his bed and tucks him in. He has no idea what to do now. Clearly, the Overworld does not agree with Impulse. It might have been the rain that caused all those little red blotches on his skin.

In that case, it’s Skizz’s fault that Impulse is in this condition. He can’t go back to the End like this. Feeling guilty, Skizz heads down and gathers up as much food as he can. If it’s his fault that Impulse is stuck here then the least Skizz can do is take care of him.

And Skizz does. When Impulse wakes up, the two find ways to communicate through gestures and noises. And after Impulse recovers, he considers going back to the End. But curiosity and his budding new friendship keeps him here.

In the subsequent months, they start teaching each other their language. The process is slow, but rewarding. And soon, the two build a life together. They build a house for Impulse and make it as safe for him as possible. Impulse gets used to living in the Overworld; he starts to be able to tell when the rain is coming so he can go inside and avoid getting burnt, and the sun no longer hurts his eyes.

His life is good.

One day, almost a full three years after his first arrival in the Overworld, Skizz takes Impulse to the portal he used to go to the End all those months ago.

“This is where I came to your world,” Skizz explains.

Impulse stares down into the portal. The swirling blackness looks exactly the same as the inside of the portal in the End that they took to come to the Overworld.

“Do you wanna go back?” Skizz asks quietly, noticing how intently his friend is looking at the portal.

With almost no hesitation, Impulse shakes his head. “No, not really. I’m happy here with you.”

Skizz beams. “Aww! I’m happy here with you too. We don’t need anybody else, huh?”

“Nah, we got each other. Let’s go home and work on that stable you wanted to build.”

“Okay!”

But when the two get home, they find a weird portal set into the cliff near their home. The frame is upright and made of obsidian, and the portal inside is purple and swirly.

“What is this?” asks Impulse nervously. “A portal?”

Skizz shrugs. “I have no idea; I’ve never seen anything like this bef-.”

The two yelp as the portal suddenly makes a loud whooshing sound and a figure appears from inside it. The figure jumps out of the portal, dusting himself down, and spots Impulse and Skizz a little way off.

“Who the hell are you?” Skizz demands.

The blond figure crosses his arms, narrowing his eyes in a look of suspicion and distrust.

“I’m Tango. Who are you?”

[vrisrezis]

Sorry if im bothering you with these fictional s/o ideas i should shut my brain off so i can stop getting ideas lol, but instead of the s/o getting transported into their world its the opposite way, matsu brothers get transported into the s/os world

I like em dw anon

Osomatsu doesn’t recognize the world he’s in for a moment, however the moment he sees one of the main characters he recognizes where he is. All he’s worried about is actually meeting you, as to which he does. He doesn’t tell you anything, just lies and tells you he’s some innocent bystander that wants to assist you in your fight. He wants to live with you here forever.

Karamatsu doesn’t recognize it at first, until he reaches a certain town. Your hometown, also the town where half of your shenanigans and fights happen, so he knows he should probably get a move on quickly. He may have saw this new villain as a opportunity for you to protect him and for him to join you, he ultimately can’t bring himself to and tells you the truth so that you can help him get home.

Choromatsu immediately recognizes the place, he’s beyond excited, thinking about where you could be and how you both could spend some time together. He thinks of the multiple ways he can steal your heart, he’s calculating everything in his head. He will eventually tell you the truth and that he needs to go home, but for now he’s living in the moment.

Ichimatsu sets into panic mode, he’s so panicked he doesn’t recognize where he is until he finds you and you calm him down, asking if there was a villain or something. He goes along with it, telling you rather uncanny attributes to a certain main villain. He’s able to convince you just with that to keep him around, and now he never wants to go back home.

Jyushimatsu recognizes the place automatically, rushing to find where you are. He is very excited to meet you, so you’ll be put off but his excitement for a moment until he proves how strong he can be. He would only tell you the truth if you asked, so it’s likely he’d be stuck in this world forever. Even if you somehow found out and asked, he wouldn’t wanna leave.

Todomatsu is quick to recognize the place, and will try to find you as fast as possible. Sure, he flirts with you for a bit and tries his hardest not to fanboy in front of you, but he needs to get home. He cannot live here. You’re fictional! He’s not! He needs to live in the real world, so he tells you what’s going on and that he needs your help getting back home, even if he doesn’t like it.

[hndcrm]

47 and Diana are in the safehouse in Berlin. As night falls 47, plagued by his newfound memories, can't sleep. He wanders through the house and discovers Diana snores and talkes in her sleep. What will he do about it?!😏

I have made this so much angstier than the prompt calls for im so sorry my brain only provides pain apparently

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He was glad to have his memories back. There was no denying it. It was liberating to know the events of his life in order, to have them fade back into something understandable as opposed to the blank, cryptic void from before. Some were better than others, memories of his and subject 6’s friendship, of the rare times he’d been able to sneak away with his bunny before its untimely and cruel murder.

Despite this, the memories were overwhelmingly bad, and none quite as pervasive and frightening as the car bomb in 1989.

He was the one to trigger it. It was a mission like any other at the time, he hadn’t thought much of it. Simple. Two targets, Peter and Nancy Burnwood, their daughter considered acceptable collateral damage. In the end, there was no collateral damage and perhaps that’s the only comfort he takes from the memory, that he didn’t kill her, that he was lucky enough to have her alive today. It’s not comforting because he knows she will leave him as soon as she finds out. He can’t blame her. He’s the one responsible for her involvement in everything bad in their world. He killed her parents, changed her life forever, ruined it without a second thought at the time. He recalls with tears in his eyes how she was there, how she was present when he set it off, that this innocent child had to witness the violent death of her parents. He’s hurt Diana irreversibly and she will hate him forever if she finds out.

Even throughout his career with her, he often pondered morality and his own goodness. Diana became his conscience and urged in private that he wasn’t evil, promised him that he was worthy of kindness and love. He wasn’t sure even then how much he believed her. He trusted her, however, so he did not question the assertions.

He knows she was wrong now. She deserves to know the truth, but it would result in her disappearing from his life, and he’s sure he would die without her.

And now, he cannot sleep. He stares out of the window in the living room and watches the night sky, silently bets on how long it will be before he turns to alcohol for comfort.

There are soft snores coming from Diana’s bedroom. He gulps. The door is tilted open.

The scene before him is like some practical test of his character and self-control. He could come in and watch her sleep, just for a few moments. It wouldn’t disturb her and she would never know, and he could memorise the details of her face, add to his mental depiction of her before she leaves him, imagine what it could be like to hold her like this if they could ever be this intimate together. He could pretend to be one of the few lucky men who have been able to truly witness this, to be able to say they’ve had the pleasure of sleeping next to Diana Burnwood herself.

Or he could do the right thing and close the door, minding his own business as a professional work colleague should, though even that description is generous towards him after what he’s done. He is evil.

Diana says he is good, but he knows she’s wrong. If he were good he wouldn’t want to come in and see her right now.

It’s late and he cannot sleep, he thinks the guilt will swallow him whole if he does not distract himself. He deserves nothing to do with her, deserves to die by her hands a million times over and rot in the deepest circle of hell, but now, watching her silently while she sleeps does not seem so sinful in comparison to the pain he has caused her.

He pushes the door open enough to slide inside and tilts it closed.

The moonlight peeking from behind the curtain streaks across her ribs and reminds him of a bullet that he was responsible for. He feels sick. She deserves so much better.

She’s tangled in the sheets, hair flamed out around her face, and instantly there’s an urge to run his hands through it, to move it off her cheek and behind her ear.

She looks delicate. He knows better than to think so improperly of her, ‘delicate’ is an insult when she is a force to be reckoned with and could kill a man with her sharp-tongued nature alone, but there is no denying the more physical aspects of her beauty when she’s sprawled out so ravishingly. Her upper lip is carved down carefully, brows furrowed slightly, bosom caressed by her silk nightgown and her hands elegantly tangled in the sheets, like a scene from an ancient erotic painting, beauty that could only be appropriately captured by a lover.

She stirs then, and he holds his breath, terrified that he’s awoken her with his selfishness.

She hums something incomprehensible, and the thought that she might sleeptalk scares him. He should leave. Diana trusts him, she does not hide from him. If what she dreams of is something he already knows, there’s no use invading her privacy. If what she dreams of is something he is not aware of, then he should stay clueless, respect her choice to keep it from him and leave, pretending he was never here.

He decides to do the right thing. He pads towards the door.

He’s stopped in his tracks when he hears her moan his name. He can feel his face heating up. He’s evil for having ever come here in the first place. How can he disrespect her so cruelly?

Curiosity turns him around, as he tries to picture the shape her mouth might take when she moans his name, but there is little left to the imagination when she does it again, quieter, and the sight is somehow more erotic and vulgar than anything he’s ever seen, he feels his trousers tightening.

He knows she doesn’t really want him like this. Dreams don’t reflect reality. Perhaps she thought of him crudely once, and he was lucky enough to catch it, but it was a one-off because she must know she deserves better than him.

He’d be more than willing to play out her dreams in reality. He couldn’t, of course, bring himself to ever actually do it. Their shared intimacy exists purely as a fantasy in both of their imaginations.

He’s grateful for his trained stillness as he’s about to leave again, determined that he’s long crossed a line. He must go if he ever wants Diana to think of him neutrally, at least. If she wakes up to see him standing before her so improperly she’ll know of his vile nature before he reveals it.

As he’s something like a metre away from the door, he sees a frustrated Olivia rub her eyes and grumble ‘fucking Burnwood’, then she slams the door in front of him before he can escape and he panics as he’s stuck in a deeply compromising position. The door is too squeaky to risk opening again, but it’s too late, for when he turns around to look at Diana, she’s awake, rubbing her eyes and squinting in the dark. He prays she doesn’t see him.

“47? Is that you?” She calls out, and he freezes. He could still leave. She would know he was here, but it would save him the embarrassing conversation until the morning at least, or maybe, hopefully, she’d forget. “What are you doing here?” She sits up in bed, a strap of her nightgown falling down her arm. The usual excuses for trespassing won’t cut it. I got lost, he thinks sourly.

“I couldn’t sleep.” He starts. How much of the truth should he reveal? Lying to her feels wrong, he knows she knows him too well for it. “I heard you talking, I thought maybe something was wrong.”

“Oh.” Now she turns red. “Well, I’m quite alright.” She tucks her hair behind her ear. He nods dumbly.

“Good.”

“And 47,” she adds then. “What did you hear?” She does a good job of playing off her voice crack, but he can sense the fear in her voice - fear he is responsible for. Why wouldn’t she fear him when he disrespects her like this?

“It was nothing - I didn’t understand anything.” He lies. He must lie to make her feel better. He shouldn’t have come in in the first place. She plays with the strap of her nightgown. He wants to leave but she looks so worried. Guilt greets him again.

“You’ve been avoiding me lately.” She says finally, chest rising in the familiar pattern she uses to calm herself down. “Is everything alright?”

I yearn for you, he thinks. It’s true. The thought tastes disgusting on his tongue.

“The serum. The memories-” he begins, but the following words don’t come. He doesn’t know how to tell her the truth. He doesn’t want to. She furrows her brows together and looks sadly at him.

“Oh. I’m so sorry.” Diana gives him a lopsided smile. “If you want to talk about it-”

“No.” His voice sounds harsher than he intends. She cannot know.

He leaves. Another night is spent alone on the cold leather couch, thinking of her in the dark. Eventually, guilt takes over and he cannot bear to think of anything, so he opens a lager and drinks himself to sleep.

He wakes up to find himself covered by a blanket in the morning, and Diana sitting in an armchair next to him. He gulps.

“I’m sorry about last night,” she sighs. He shakes his head, mutters a protest, but the memories of his actions flooding back terrify him. He’s been awful.

He sits up. She hasn’t done anything wrong, and the shame painted across her face makes his insides twist with guilt. He doesn’t deserve to touch her, but all he can think of is comforting her, so he reaches out tentatively. Immediately she smiles at him and wraps her arms around him. It’s unfair how good it feels, how their bodies seem to fit so well together, and she’s innocently on his lap in his embrace, unaware of how many nights he’s spent fantasizing about this. He deserves none of it, he knows.

“I’m sorry, Diana.” He almost sulks into the warm skin revealed by her bateau neckline.

“Whatever for?” She whispers, and he aches again. He can’t tell her.

“I love you,” he whispers as the tears run down his cheeks and he wonders if she can feel them on her neck. It comes out instinctually, and he regrets it immediately. She doesn’t answer. He prays she won’t think anything of it. He’s pathetic. “I’m so sorry.”

They don’t speak of it again, and he spends every living second praying for her forgiveness, for when she eventually finds out.

When he knows she knows, it’s too late for him, and he’s glad she’s killed him. He spends his dying moments craning his neck up to ensure she’s his last dying image. He hopes Edwards will be kind to her.

[vaguelygeiszlerian]

1 to 40 please OwO

rhhgjtghenrhg avery is that you (im chucking these under a readmore, i just did some so im not doing them again, there WILL be context so prepare to read)

your favorite song everyone who knows me even a little bit knows my favorite song is take on me by aha! https://open.spotify.com/track/2WfaOiMkCvy7F5fcp2zZ8L?si=Y-PQBNsYSFe30n4l-XILsw

the first song you remember loving the very first? well if i can’t do take on me again, you get... hm. well there’s two, so i’ll give you the not embarrassing one. bohemian like you, dandy warhols, a song 2 year old [redacted] went wailing round the house singing. https://open.spotify.com/track/0yEhNqCwEfy8LHUmnZoHpP?si=UDGKtdX-Qwiy2mUP88Xlbg

a song that reminds you of summer done!

a song you haven’t heard in years behind blue eyes, limp bizkit, before you say anything, and i know you will, this song is a depression song and i stand by my love for it  https://open.spotify.com/track/1MTQHCpraD4S8g5PAFKzoj?si=vD8m_yjlRoq3bRd1hvQU1A

a song you can relate to right now? well, i’m mostly plucking songs from my ‘real ass bops’ playlist, if you want the one that reflects today’s jordan, you’re in for a grim treat! despicable by grandson https://open.spotify.com/track/5IPT4Noqvo7bsfbWUOHcG4?si=Cp4O-5WdS0-ZqfxxWVR01A

a song that reminds you of your favorite book ooh, i think i have a good one for this, my favorite book of all time is the taking by dean koontz, ask me why sometime, it’s a good read! it’s the end of the world as we know it (and i feel fine), r.e.m https://open.spotify.com/track/2oSpQ7QtIKTNFfA08Cy0ku?si=nfVjPGY7QaGH26uAz-88_A

a song that makes you want to dance right now? two trucks, lemon demon, don’t ask https://open.spotify.com/track/1s5A0u1dnAeVNur5nPkCpD?si=HLZERdMDQnqBxGnj31Lx3g

the best song from your favorite album heart’s a mess, from gotye’s ‘like drawing blood’, his second studio album, which is my absolute fave of all three proper ones he did, even if his first had some really amazing tracks, and making mirrors had some good ones, there’s nothing like learnalilgivinanlovin, or a distinctive sound, or, as i said, heart’s a mess! https://open.spotify.com/track/4tFkgfdi8b3aNcKNthPqIF?si=nDJafKn8QYmEgdqmlN4y4A

a song that makes you want to cry all songs make me wanna cry, but first that comes to mind is black friday (from the black friday musical soundtrack), because as an older sibling with a younger sister that the world doesn’t understand (that i don’t understand sometimes) the little aside about hannah makes me cry every single time https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LAZgYL0p2zk

a song that makes you feel young the distance, cake, it’s a song i listened to pretty much from my formative years til about... well, yesterday actually! never ceases to make me feel like im a good 15 years younger haha https://open.spotify.com/track/0fsz7tJ7UKXT9hliLfO7aE?si=caOsrX_fT4u9qARZKWSqfQ

a song that means a lot to you la vie en rose, edith piaf. i was (still am) a romantic sucker, and used to make all sorts of idealistic romantic playlists growing up, and i never knew the french (and i still dont (youre welcome em <3)) but the way she sang always made my heart tremble. and then bioshock infinite burial at sea came out, and i listened to that version of la vie en rose a million times, cried at a good half of them. anyway i love this song. https://open.spotify.com/track/3lAun9V0YdTlCSIEXPvfsY?si=zSRwBZ0AQnuyGGkjh2XmZw

the last song you listened to i’m in love with an e-girl, wilbur soot, the chorus of this song FUCKS my friends, honestly the whole song (and internet has ruined me, the sort of sequel) fucks https://open.spotify.com/track/44wBlg3Y1KSAEmaze5BXe7?si=u9mapV8STz6sqR3jg4XMiw

the last song you heard on the radio we don’t really do the radio in the car, and i dont recognise the songs on there these days anyway

the last cd/album you bought the black friday album actually! support starkid 

a song to listen to on rainy days done!

a chill song no surprises, radiohead https://open.spotify.com/track/1bSpwPhAxZwlR2enJJsv7U?si=oVXsE5JiTxulLkevqL4hjA

an upbeat song push up, freestylers, ok so maybe we do listen to the radio sometimes, and i heard a snippet of this like two months ago and immediately added it to my playlist https://open.spotify.com/track/2PJq8Fr5i2S0OkcmFsTC1P?si=3K7q37zNRuCQIduRdApjWQ

a song that gets stuck in your head nobody by mitski, everyone knows that one though https://open.spotify.com/track/6bTn1ovliI0OkjUNkiMBJq?si=Vc-DUCl-RpyhRc6lcbpKgg

your favorite song from a movie somewhere only we know, keane, from my favorite scene in ‘he’s just not that into you’ which is one of my fave romcoms, ok you probably didnt need all that context, dont laugh https://open.spotify.com/track/0ll8uFnc0nANY35E0Lfxvg?si=Lov6MdiOTNGrxCiX6UdDZg

your favorite song from a musical inevitable, the guy who didn’t like musicals. i know the choreo, i know every part almost down to the pitch now, i spent hours practicing the kickline with my sister. jon matteson if you have a spare moment please teach me how to kick your legs that high https://open.spotify.com/track/2lQkaEvJa69QCzk3x6HgaA?si=QMRBYXPwRruOSU4_xBPdMA

a song that reminds you of the moon night, the altogether, no real reason here, its just got a lonesome ethereality to it https://open.spotify.com/track/3MKF7HCn6uD03jWcUB8k1R?si=gm8JKR1jQbS6Dh59WUuEwA

a song by your favorite artist/band i really can’t pick between radiohead and newton faulkner, so you get the best of both, 15 step and teardrop https://open.spotify.com/track/6dsq7Nt5mIFzvm5kIYNORy?si=9dEYby1PRKm8zozrCTGcjA https://open.spotify.com/track/7JpgJ7b5sjvo3fUfPcRlq1?si=pVfzoWtuTdO5OsbDgUnabQ

a song from the year you were born closing time, semisonic, one of the fucking best songs ever https://open.spotify.com/track/4EnkwZd0UJAuHpNMMemQaA?si=ASYNfnThR_m9kqFrloI9nw

the number one song on your birthday my heart will go on, celine dion, i guess titanic had just come out that year, but in my country, on my birthday, this was the number one, god help us https://open.spotify.com/track/33LC84JgLvK2KuW43MfaNq?si=HswubDCkQJ-x7-LM06PQUQ

your favorite love song i do adore, mindy gledhill, cliche at this point, i know, but my sister introduced it to me, played it on her ukelele, and i love her, more than i love most things, and it makes me smile even on a day where ive not done very much smiling at all https://open.spotify.com/track/6JNEDSev5Tp5VQR04SEBfV?si=BxnrZafFT3m4QkXNUN5GcA

your favorite christmas song baby it’s cold outside, lydia liza and josiah lemanski, it’s the funniest fucking song https://open.spotify.com/track/3xvFTqHmlMqKjHgczCGn2C?si=lgDMvUQZR-2lPXHINo2POQ

one song that starts with each letter of your name j: JT by jon bellion (https://open.spotify.com/track/1eftOUoeMO1JkSQQmS6jXF?si=h4yYMpXnTAiZPxJJUPv0DA) o: one more shot, spies are forever ost (https://open.spotify.com/track/0EgLq4ORQ6TMPN6rjWp3d6?si=mC3eDbJJRyCGN4fNAcbdlA) r: red signal, the mechanisms (https://open.spotify.com/track/2TWDxsjHx2rqtH197URbE8?si=XB8D-1N-SkKgmlTZOFbcfQ) d: dont judge me, janelle monae (https://open.spotify.com/track/6UQDIIEPzeduwXlZE86SOF?si=1bONXfj-SQiq79ibrXjC-A) a: as your father i expressly forbid it, lemon demon (https://open.spotify.com/track/29L9B2aDs2NhrQGbs8pf9M?si=CvVTbLtNTgGeL3iemrLVHg) n: night drive, gotye (https://open.spotify.com/track/3fuRfxHpC56uNFMOaOlMCm?si=PDAbEsi_SjK-EYDmTvjT6A)

two songs with the same/similar titles that you like i don’t care (fall out boy) / idfc (blackbear) https://open.spotify.com/track/13mM4hWNMH5KwMcwl81tXS?si=YOqg8tVXRQKXB3ANmDFjHQ https://open.spotify.com/track/6y6jbcPG4Yn3Du4moXaenr?si=CzyYs4b5QQ23azTqgv0iXw

a cover that you like better than the original song done!

a song with really good lyrics kick it up a notch, starship  https://open.spotify.com/track/1r223IXiRxObMBNh3mcyWR?si=-RX3obwISfS_jk3JjzvaJg

a song with an amazing beat couple’s retreat, jon bellion https://open.spotify.com/track/7pMS0byKI7V1Mpl0SlWEDq?si=Xytu_HBrStq_zjKdia2oig

a song that you associate with the color yellow boys, lizzo https://open.spotify.com/track/1ITsmuChPVC05ogvorAyVu?si=hkoCz7ouQsyLKn8Q7KO92g

your favorite song with an action in the title (jump, dance, etc.) bite back, all american rejects https://open.spotify.com/track/4zJv4aXOIAepvhApOFoQeQ?si=qRtthyDlQvKGRErmkI8lDg

your favorite acoustic song heart is full, jon bellion https://open.spotify.com/track/6DvsjPkNcB4QoezDPtxsAB?si=vD18h70qSFG5xtrjpuy4XA

a song that motivates you take me home, country roads, john denver https://open.spotify.com/track/39q7xibBdRboeMKUbZEB6g?si=STNgdvZSQNSfqX9pENggSg

your favorite song you’ve heard live camisado, panic at the disco https://open.spotify.com/track/1LF5HQ32hztQWzADGH8ys4?si=VDjKcAo9TX-JA0kF6csqQA

a song that reminds you of your best friend ok so this one needs context (and an attached apology), when i think of best friends as a concept i think of tianna, and when i think of tianna, i think of sitting at the junior campus, huddled around my phone, tittering like twits over this stupid fucking song. (but honestly avery this applies to you too, you’re my best friend that isn’t emmy, i love you) enormous penis, da vinci’s notebook https://open.spotify.com/track/7dUCFnaGSWLH6SdDP08NLP?si=dH00DTxqTR2y3mAIEia9Lw

your favorite song from childhood radio/video, system of a down, the song my sister used to babble incomprehensibly loudly to whenever we played it in the car, the one i grew so used to i can literally hear it in my head as i type https://open.spotify.com/track/41pOIT2t1rvr2Trg1HQChZ?si=-Kyg8JSET2uDq0XGMICsMg

a song you always sing along to can’t sleep love, pentatonix, my sister and i’s favorite song to duet together, even if we haven’t quite worked out the proper parts for a two person acapella cover haha https://open.spotify.com/track/1klGbW5a9qTBFUjFfddbmU?si=Lm0FMpz5TVKddr82vUyf2w

your favorite song in a language different from your native one since i’m determined not to reuse songs, you get papaoutai, stromae (sorry about all the french, they bop babe) https://open.spotify.com/track/09TcIuH1ZO7i4vicWKoaN2?si=YTuHkj1DTgicqo7ZnqYJ0Q

[xnovamore]

Part 2 of my previous entry for the Home for the holidays event run by @femslashfairies and @ftmlmages

Gratsu and Lucana, mentions of past Graycana

Gray entered through the door of his house quietly hoping to slip in past his parents. He threw one more desperate glance at his phone screen, yet it still remained blank. Mentally cursing his boyfriend, he rushed towards the stairs leading to his room only to be stopped by a booming voice in the kitchen.

“Gray! Did you get our drinks?”

Cursing once again, Gray walked towards the kitchen where his parents sat at the head of the table.  Their frown at his empty hands turned into a worried look once they saw his face. He must have looked as panicked on the outside as he felt on the inside because her mother walked over speaking in a concerned tone.

“Gray? I haven’t seen you look this worried in a long time! Did something happen?” She placed a hand on chin twisting his face around as if looking for an injury.

“I’m fine mom!” He stepped away from her hands. “But uh…Gil-I mean Mr. Gildarts invited me over to his house for dinner-but I don’t have to go if you want to eat together like we usually do! I can just tell him I can’t come and-”

“Nonsense!” Silver barked slapping an arm on his son’s shoulders. “You haven’t had a play-date with little Cana in forever! You two used to be so close until you started college. What happened?”

Chucklingly nervously, Gray avoided his parents gaze. “We just grew apart is all.”

They eyed him suspiciously before Silver shrugged. “Well it happens, but that’s no excuse to keep avoiding her. Your both adults now. it would be good for both of you to reconnect.”

At that moment, Gray’s phone went off in a familiar buzz. Moving away from his parents he quickly glanced at his phone and confirmed it was the man he’s been waiting for to text him. His parents suspicious looks doubled as he stuttered out an excuse of needing to change before running off to his room.

Gray slammed the door shut behind him letting its slam echo down the halls. His fist connecting to the brown wood came next. He hated this. Hated the constant fear and anxiety and lying whenever he talked to his parents about these things. Not only did they not know about Cana, they didn’t know about anyone he dated. From high school till now, Gray never said a word about any of his partners to his parents. He’s never been in a relationship as far they know. He’s not even sure what he’s so scared of either. Before, he never told them because he was still unsure himself, then he never said anything because he didn’t think the small number of relationships he had after Cana were substantial enough to bring home. Well, until now that is.

Gray pulled out his phone and eager to read Natsu’s response. Like magic, all the anxiety and fear he was feeling at the moment vanished as his lips twitched into a smile.

Wha??

Im confused

Am I the girlfriend orrr??

Cus if I am fuck u snowflake

Chuckling Gray hit the ‘call’ phone.

“Hello?”

“No you fucking idiot.”

“Oh shut the hell up! First you didn’t text me back when we were talking about your parents dick then Erza made me help her clean her apartment! Now I’m sore and Happy’s upset cause he’s home alone again since you’re not here. Then you texted me weird shit”

That’s right, Gray had texted him before leaving to the coffee shop. Before he started driving he texted Natsu a very important question that he has yet to read the answer to. “Oh yeah…my bad. Something came up and I didn’t read your reply before texting you again.”

“Dude what happened? You sound all weird.”

Rolling his eyes at his boyfriend’s vocabulary, Gray flopped down on his bed. “You remember my ex-girlfriend I told you about? The one that lives across the street from me?”

“The one into tarot reading? Yeah.”

“I ran into her dad. He wants me to come over to dinner…tonight.”

Gray retold the story with wild hand gestures and dramatics Natsu couldn’t see but the man knew his boyfriend well enough to envision. It took about 5 minutes and various threats for Natsu to stop laughing. It was moments like these Gray wished Natsu was there so he could punch him. “Natsu your still as annoying as when we first met!” He hissed into the phone.

“Calm down ice princess! It’s just funny you got so worked up. Didn’t you say you grew up together? What’s the big deal about going to dinner?”

“Because we dated! And we broke up without ever really talking about everything.”

“She doesn’t know your bi?”

“I told you Natsu no one here does. She knows I’d been with a guy but I wasn’t sure about my sexuality back then.”

“But you asked me if I wanted to meet your parents earlier?”

“Yeah I know…” Gray closed his eyes thinking about the text he hastily sent before leaving for the coffee shop. “I meant it. I’m tired of keeping this from his parents. I want you to meet them Natsu-that is if you want? I actually haven’t read your response.”

“Of course I do!” Natsu snorted as if the question was ridiculous. The words sent warmth throughout Gray. The knowledge that Natsu wanted this too, was just as serious about them as Gray was, made him swoon every time. Not that he’d ever tell Natsu that, of course.

“But only if you go to that dinner tonight.”

“What? Why!”

“Because she’s important to you Gray. Someone doesn’t need to leave your life permanently after a breakup. You can be exes and still care for each while just being friends. Look at me and Erza! Breakups aren’t always a bad thing. Sometimes you are both good people that are better off not dating.”

Gray took time to think it over as Natsu stayed uncharacteristically quiet over the phone. Gray couldn’t lie, he did miss Cana. The two years not speaking to her had always weighed down on him. He had met a lot of wonderful people at university, but none of them knew him and his history the way she did. Every semester break he would glance over at her house and imagine walking over to say hi, but he could never get the courage to do it. Gosh he wanted to though. “You’re not bothered by this?” He asked Natsu softly.

He could tell Natsu was rolling his eyes at him. “Are you bothered by me and Erza hanging out? No, I trust you idiot.  Buy her flowers, go to dinner, and get your friend back. Text me your address tonight and we can handle you coming out to your parents together.”

It was moments like this that he was so thankful Natsu had thrown up on him during their first day of university. He didn’t know where he’d be without his pink-haired fiery tempered little punk. “I love you. I love you so much.”

“I know, I love you too. I’ll see you tomorrow Gray.”

~

Gray had been mentally crafting a script of what he was going to say since he left his house. Armed with bouquet in hand, he approached the Clive-Alberona house only to freeze once reached the stairs. There leaning against the wall was the girl whom he’d been thinking of the entire day.

She smiled at him causally as if they were 16 again and Gray was coming over as always after school. Her hair was shorter than he remembered, maybe she cut it? And she had a tattoo on her wrist of what looked like keys but that was the only difference he could see. She still had the same chestnut brown hair and leather jacket she loved wearing when it was cold out. Still wore her blue jeans over thigh-high that he once told her made ass look great.

Still wore the silver necklace he brought for her 18th birthday, the last birthday they spent together.

“Hey.” He said when he finally reached her.

“Hey stranger.” She said back. Her eyes roamed over him the same way his did her before stopping on the banquet of irises.

He quickly jerked them towards her. “These are for you!”

She blinked in surprised before taking them hesitantly. Her fingers ran across the petals as she looked at the bouquet like it was mystery she needed to solve. “Thank you?”

He nodded and walked to sit on the stairs. She followed. They spent of few minutes in quiet until she broke it. “Why flowers Gray?”

“It just seemed like the right thing to do.”

“Why? You don’t…you don’t want to get back together do you?”

“What? No! It’s not that type of gift!” Gray waved his hands around in exasperation then tried to take the flowers back when she laughed.

“Sorry I was just making sure! I didn’t think you would avoid me 2 years if you wanted to get back together anyway.”

The silence came back.

“I thought you were avoiding me?”

She shrugged looking away. “Maybe I was.”

Gray wasn’t sure what to say to that. He tried to search her face but keep her head turned away. Instead his eyes were once again pulled to her tattoo. Now that he was closer, he could see that is looked a group of tiny keys held together by a golden string. The string made a loop with what looked to be like initials inside.

“Cool tattoo.”

Her hand covered it almost instinctively. The small smile that overtook her face immediately caught his interest. It was soft, loving almost. He had only seen her look like that when they had found time to sneak off and just be them.

Oh

“Is it for someone special?”

She turned back towards him examining his face. Whatever she saw, or didn’t see, seemed to make her relax. “Maybe. Would it bother you if it did?”

“No.”

And he meant it. Even after these years, he could still read Cana and that small smile spoke a thousand words. The thought of Cana being happy in a relationship with someone else brought him nothing but joy. He felt the panic from earlier completely disappear. He was so stuck on viewing Cana as an ex that he forgot she was also his best-friend. And he wanted nothing more than for his best-friend to be happy. He now understand what Natsu meant during their call. He was going to get his best friend back.

“I’m glad Cana, I mean it.”

She smiled she gave him was a large one filled with unspoken warmth and relief. “Thanks Gray, that means a lot.” She bumped his shoulder with hers. “What about you? I don’t believe you’ve been single all this time.”

“Yeah well I uh-…” He paused taking a breath. This was far from his first time talking about his sexuality. All his friends at college knew he was bi and dating Natsu. And this wasn’t just anyone, this was Cana. The person who, once upon a time, knew him better than anyone. He smiled into her brown eyes.

“My boyfriend was the one who told me to buy you flowers.”

“Oh?” She didn’t even seem surprised. “Well tell him I said thank you. He seems like a great guy; you were never this sweet to me before.”

Its like a weight was lifted off his chest. He threw his head back in laughter. He laughed and laughed until he felt tears bristling to the corners of his eyes. “You’re such a lair Cana. You never liked this kind of stuff anyway. Does your boyfriend buy you flowers?”

“Lucy.”

“What?”

She gave him that soft smile again. “Not a boyfriend. Lucy.”

Oh

“Lucy then.” They bumped shoulders again and Gray knew they were going to be alright.

~

Lucy, it turns out, was a bubbling blonde with a big smile and a matching tattoo of keys and initials on her wrist. She was also a frequent dinner quest at the Clive-Alberona household and Gildart’s proud future-daughter-in-law (both she and Cana went red when Gildarts said that making Gray laugh so hard he didn’t mind Cana’s punch to the gut). Lucy was also sweet. She didn’t look at Gray with any hint of malice and made an effort to make sure he was included in all of their conversations. She had pulled him aside before they sat down to eat and told him she was so happy he was back in Cana’s life.

“It doesn’t bother you?” He asked her the same question he asked Natsu.

“No way! You’re good for her. She doesn’t open up easily to people and I know she missed you. I’m glad you two and can move on together as friends.”

He decided then that he really liked Lucy. “I’m glad she has you too. I can tell she really loves you.”

Throughout the dinner Cana’s gaze never strayed too far from Lucy. It was on her hands when Lucy was helping serve the food. It was on her mouth when Cana told a stupid joke just to make her laugh. It was on her lips when Lucy caught her staring and threw a small smirk Cana’s way. It was on the tattoo when Lucy laced their fingers together and let them rest on top of the dinner table. Gildarts caught his look and gave a knowing smile. It made Gray wonder if Cana told him about them, but that was a conversation for another time.

Lucy turned bright red and gave him a wide twinkling smile. “I love her too, more than anything.”

~

It was after dinner that Gray and Cana headed back outside to together in front of what used to be their treehouse. They had talked about everything in lives from their high school graduation until now. They filled the time until the sun set and the sky darkened into night with tales of their college adventures and plans for their holiday break. It wasn’t until the topic of Natsu meeting his parents that they paused.

“I could come with you, if you want.”

The words were quiet but sincere. He knew that she meant it, that if he asked she would be there at his doorstep by his and Natsu’s side as he opened up to his parents.

His smile stretched wide wondering once again how he got so lucky to still have her in his life. “I think I’d like that.”

[atomicwedgienerd]

Boyfriend Twins No Longer

Derek was furious. Last night had been his 21st birthday and what should have been a blast had been ruined by all the jerks at that gay bar. “Boyfriend twins!” The taunt rung through his mind. Nobody had ever made fun of him and Arjun before! They didn’t even look that similar. After all, Derek might be tan but he could never be compared to Arjun. Sure they had both been wearing Abercrombie shirts and khakis in nearly the same hue, but lots of people dressed like that! And besides, Derek though their matching sneakers were cute. And yet, when they walked into that one queer bar in town, the hipsters all turned to them and immediately started laughing. The door guy asked if they were clones and the bartender asked if there was a 2-for-1 special at the Abercrombie shop. Like they were so cool just because they had piercings and tattoos! That didn’t make them unique! There were plenty of hipster “boyfriend twins” in that bar and nobody gave them any guff! Regardless, Derek couldn’t stop fixating on it. He hated being criticized by other gays after a lifetime of being mocked by straight people for being different. He glanced over at Arjun as he snoozed, admiring his butt in the matching pair of Andrew Christian briefs that they had actually bought in a 2-for-1 sale. Well damn, thought Derek, maybe we are a little similar. “Are you ok, hun?” Arjun asked, stirring from his sleep. Derek sighed and turned away. “You can’t be upset about the boyfriend twins thing, can you?” Derek harumphed and turned to his lover, unaware that the mystical forces that grant birthday wishes had decided to pay attention to Derek this year. “I just wish we weren’t so similar!” Derek said angrily. A lighting bolt cracked across the sky, scaring both of the boyfriends. “You’re being dramatic,” Arjun sighed as he got up from the bed. “Let me make you some coffee and we can do something fun for your birthday. Arjun headed out to the kitchen, his ass looking great in the jockstrap he was wearing. Wait, that wasn’t right, thought Derek. They had the same pair of underpants! “Arjun!” Derek cried. “What’s up with that jockstrap!?” “Uh duh, it’s what I always wear, bro,” Arjun yelled back from the kitchen. That didn’t seem right to Derek. He looked down at his own lap and noticed that he was now wearing a pair of plain Hanes tighty-whiteys. That definitely wasn’t right. He sat up and leaned over the edge of the bed but something else was wrong. His feet didn’t reach the floor anymore. Derek panicked and stood up. He looked in the mirror and something was off. Where they had both been a solid 5’11” before, Derek couldn’t be more than 5’8” now and he was looking leaner than usual. There was something weird going on with his hair but Derek couldn’t really discern it in the mirror. He grabbed his pair of thick black framed glasses from the end table and threw them on. His hair was paler, more red, than before and seemed to be stuck in a weird center part. This was not the haircut he had gotten a week ago. And wait a minute! Derek didn’t need glasses! He threw them off and the world turned into a total blur. Derek started to panic, breathing heavily and starting to hyperventilate. Arjun reentered the room, or at least Derek thought the blurry shape was Arjun—it seemed taller—and handed Derek a glass of skim milk. “What’s this?” Derek whined, his voice noticeably higher pitched. “Where is my coffee?” “You can’t drink coffee, bro,” Arjun laughed, his voice noticeably deeper. “You’re spastic enough as it is.” Arjun took a deep sip of his coffee. “Give me a sip of your coffee then!” Derek whined. Arjun laughed. “You need to put on your glasses dude.” Derek did as he was told and was shocked as the world came into focus. The Arjun in front of him was different. He was taller for one, at least 6’2” now, and substantially more muscular than he had been before. Whereas Arjun had always been clean shaven, he was now sporting a decent five o’clock shadow. Derek rubbed his face; it was now smooth where before he had been sporting the beginnings of a beard. And then Derek noticed Arjun wasn’t drinking coffee at all. He had a protein shake. “Something isn’t right!” Derek wheezed. Arjun rolled his eyes and handed him an inhaler. “You need to calm down bro. And use your inhaler. You know you’re not supposed to get excited. It’s time for us to get dressed and head to campus anyways.” “But it’s my birthday!” Derek complained, taking three short puffs of the inhaler. “So who cares!?” Arjun laughed. “Get out of my room and go get dressed!” Arjun’s room!? But they had shared a room for six months. Regardless, Derek felt too timid to argue and he shuffled meekly out of the room. Derek headed down the hallway and then noticed his backpack peeking out from their study. He opened the door and was shocked at what he saw. It wasn’t a study any more. It had turned into a bedroom. In the center was a twin sized bed with Pokemon sheets. The walls were decorated with anime posters and cardboard cut outs of Lord of the Rings figures. There was an entire shelf of trophies from Math League, Chess Club, the 24-Hour Coding Challenge, Klingon Karaoke. Whoever had this room was a total dork! And that’s when Derek saw it. A framed picture on the wall of a total dork with Patrick Stewart at a comic convention. The guy looked familiar even though he was wearing thick glasses and the nerdiest clothes Derek had ever seen. He looked closer and gasped. It was HIM. But this wasn’t right! This room belonged to a total dork and Derek wasn’t a geek! He barely even used his computer. And yet this room had a massive desk with multiple computers on them, running World of Warcraft! Derek looked at the picture again and shook his head. This couldn’t be right. He would never dress like this! And yet when Derek opened the closet. all the clothes matched those in the pictures. Plaid button downs, cheap pleated dress slacks, shiny leather shoes. None of it seemed right. “Hurry the fuck up and get dressed!” Arjun yelled from out in the hall. Derek had never heard him yell like that before. That wasn’t the Arjun he knew but something made Derek quiver. He did not want to make Arjun mad! He sighed and started getting dressed. He buttoned up the button down all the way to the top and felt compelled to add a too short black tie. He put on a pair of clashing brown slacks that stopped a couple of inches above his ankle and couldn’t stop himself from attaching a pair of red suspenders that yanked the waist of the pants up above his belly button. All of Derek’s socks were white crew socks now and they clashed with his black patent leather shoes but he could hear Arjun getting impatient so he threw them on in resignation. He was scared to make Arjun mad; something he had never felt before. He looked at himself in the mirror and sighed. He looked like a total dork! He had definitely shrunk too! There was no way he was over 5’2” now. “HURRY UP DWEEB!” Arjun boomed from the living room. Derek grabbed his backpack and meekly shuffled out, his confidence totally eradicated. He gasped when he saw his boyfriend. Arjun towered over him now, standing at a solid 6’6”. Where he had been slightly muscled before, he was now a total meathead, weighing in at 300 lbs of pure muscle. The five o’clock shadow he had moments before was now a beard of epic proportion that came down to mid chest and his hair was up in an unruly and super masculine bun. Arjun’s muscles were massive… unlike anything Derek had ever seen and they were on full display as Arjun was now wearing a muscle tank that said “Give Me Deadlifts or Give Me Death” on it. On his legs, he wore tight black sweats that showed off every bit of muscle in his thighs and his massive calved. His arms were now dotted with tattoos and an 8 gauge septum piercing adorned his nose while double zero gauges rested comfortably in his ears. “S-s-s-since when do you l-l-l-lift weights?” Derek said, now aware that he stuttered. “S-s-s-s-since fucking forever, braceface,” Arjun laughed. Braceface? Why would Arjun call him that? But Derek reached up and touched his mouth and knew the answer. Huge clunky orthodontics were now glued to his teeth and when he caught his reflection in the mirror, he sighed. “You sh-sh-shouldn’t talk to your own boyfriend like that,” Derek implored. This sent Arjun into a series of hearty chortles. “Boyfriend!?” he laughed. “I would never date a dweeb like you, fuckwad. The only reason we live together is that the college said I needed to get my grades up if I wanted to stay on the weightlifting team and well, you’re too much of a fucking pussy to stand up to me when I ask you to do my homework.” Derek tried to argue but found himself getting too nervous. I guess I am too much of a pussy, he thought. “You’re right, Arjun,” Derek complied. Arjun rolled his eyes. “How many times have I told you? It’s AJ, not Arjun. Only my mom calls me Arjun. Now let’s get going.” Arjun grabbed Derek by the waist of his tighty whiteys, effortlessly lifting him up in a painful wedgie and carried him out the door. As they walked to campus, Derek felt all eyes on them. People were swooning over Arjun—er—AJ and pointing and laughing at Derek the whole way. He couldn’t stand it! AJ and Derek couldn’t be more different. That’s when it hit Derek. The wish. HE HAD WISHED FOR THIS. “Th-th-this isn’t what I wanted,” Derek said meekly as they arrived on campus. “Well I didn’t want to have to spend time with the university’s least attractive virgin but here we are,” AJ said as he dumped a bunch of books in Derek’s hands. “I’m going to need all these papers written by Monday so I can stay on the team.” “B-b-b-but-“ “No buts, dork!” AJ yelled as he shoved him towards the library. Derek looked at AJ with tears in his eyes. They had been so close, so in love, and now this was their life. More muscular hunks walked up to AJ as they started heading off to the gym. Derek turned meekly and started shuffling towards the library, his spindly legs giving him an awkward gait. “Hey nerd!” AJ yelled after Derek. “You forgot your student ID!” He flung it at Derek and it hit him right in the forehead, causing a chorus of laughs from AJ’s weightlifting bros. Derek struggled to pick it up from the ground without dropping all his books and gasped at his ID. For a brief moment, it listed the correct information: “Derek Parker, English Comp” before shimmering for a moment and changing. Derek blinked his eyes and looked at it again through this thick coke-bottle glasses. “Derwin Pimpleberg, Computer Science,” he sighed. Derek—make that Derwin—had totally changed, and all because of this stupid birthday wish. He headed into the library wanting to cry. Luckily, Derwin found academic achievement easy, which was great because soon AJ was making him do not only his homework, but also all of AJ’s weightlifting bros’ homework. AJ and his boys would come around on Saturdays and get wasted before heading out leaving Derwin alone to play World of Warcraft all weekend. While AJ would bring home a different stud every night to fuck, Derwin was alone reading fantasy novels and writing World of Warcraft fanfiction. And the noise from AJ’s heavy fucking made Derwin sad. Before the change, Derek and Arjun had had plenty of sex, but Derwin—well that was a different story. He was a virgin and try as he might over the next few decades, no one ever wanted to have sex with him and he remained a virgin forever. Eventually, the now roommates graduated but AJ didn’t want to let Derwin go. Why would he? Derwin was too meek to fight with AJ and would clean up after him, make his protein shakes, and wash his dirty gym clothes for him. Besides, whereas AJ’s degree was useless, Derwin’s computer science degree was a cash cow and Derwin was making tons of money consulting. Of course, AJ had made Derwin sign over all of his bank accounts to him so AJ could focus on professional body building instead of working, meaning that Derwin still had to wear cheap dorky clothes and couldn’t really afford to go out, not that he had any friends he needed to see. A few year later, Derwin had to go to his high school reunion and AJ decided to tag along. All of Derek’s friends were shocked to see that their old buddy was now a total nerd stereotype that went by Derwin but they were all enamored with AJ and joined in on mocking, ridiculing, and beating up Derwin. As his former friends hoisted him up the flagpole so he had to just dangle there in an atomic wedgie, Derwin sighed. He had wished that he and AJ were different and well, it couldn't have come any more true. 

[agentunwin]

PREY [WEREWOLF!SHAWN]

A/N: it took me a while to get into the idea of shawn being a werewolf because hes a cinnamon roll but now im soo into it so here’s a tiny little blurb-ish imagine(?) that’s only one of my many werewolf shawn fics ill be writing now lol. also this is very heavily influenced by teen wolf like the pain-taking-away stuff. yeah

Prompt: What was supposed to be a relaxing walk through the woods quickly turned into a bloody nightmare, and the mysterious brunette does the only thing he can do in order to save you.

Words: 2,164

Masterlist

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The fall leaves and branches on the forest floor crunch underneath your bare feet as you run through the dark forest with no particular direction in mind. You can hear the thumping of your heart through your ears and the sporadic breaths escaping from your mouth every few seconds as you try to focus on your speed.

The thing that was chasing you was evidently much faster than you. It was relatively small and furry with perked ears and padded feet. You would have deemed it a regular wolf if not for the bright, glowing blue eyes. It had come out of nowhere while you were walking, its claws slashing 3 deep gashes into your side, hence why you were running strangely. Your hands were covered in blood from the pressure you applied to the wound. Tears streamed down your face, mixing with the dirt, and all you could think, was I'm going to die.

"HELP!" You scream out, looking around for a sign of someone. All you came face to face with was woods and more woods. It seemed to go on forever, only slimming whatever hope you had left.

You lose your footing and go tumbling over a branch. A yelp erupts from your throat and you look down at your wound, which was now infested with dirt and other things from the forest ground. The loud growl in the distance sends you into panic once again. You scramble to your feet and begin running, this time slower than the other.

You were gradually getting slower and slower. The thing, for whatever reason, seemed to be holding back. If it wanted to kill you, surely, it could have caught up to you by now. Why was it stalling like this?

"SOMEONE PLEASE HELP!" You try again but get no response. So, you keep running until you can't. Eventually, your legs burn too much to continue, and the pain in your side begins to radiate to the rest of your body. You duck behind a tree and lean your head against it, catching your breath.

You were beginning to become dizzy from the amount of blood you were losing. If you didn't find a way out of this in the next few minutes, it was guaranteed that you would bleed out on this forest floor, your body to be found in a matter of days. And from the looks of things, it seemed that that would soon be reality.

You were in too much pain to move. With shaking arms, you attempted to push yourself onto your feet to begin running again, but to no avail. Each time you tried, you ended up in the same position; Slumped up against the tree, wincing in pain.

It all happened so fast. You heard another growl somewhere close and before you could even process it, heavy footsteps were running your way. Blue eyes contrasted brightly against the dark night as the thing stampeded towards you at full-speed, its canines out, ready to attack.

You lolled your head against the bark and shut your eyes tightly, accepting the fact that this was the end. You had tried as hard as you could to get away, and at least you could pride yourself in that in your last seconds as you waited for the thing's fangs to ravage your body into shreds.

But the impact doesn't come, and it never would. The brunette would make sure of it. When you open your bloodshot, tear stained eyes, they follow the sound of grunting and roars to your side. There a boy was— If you could even call him that— engaged in intense battle with the thing that tried to attack you. The wolf clamped down onto the boy's arm and tossed him to the side, letting his body hit a tree and clamber to the ground. With him out of the way, the wolf began stalking towards you again, showcasing its canines with a hiss.

The boy raised from his fallen position and kicked it out of the way as if it were nothing. He looked over to you, and for the first time of the night, you were able to see all of him.

And you were terrified.

His face was covered in hair, his nose scrunched up in anger. His mouth, ajar from heavy breathing, allowed you to see the same canines that the small wolf had. His eyes glowed a captivating amber, unlike the wolf's blue ones, yet that put you at no amenity, as glowing eyes as a whole were something to fear.

You pressed your back further against the tree, if that was even possible, in an attempt to distance yourself from this freakshow. The boy saw your panicked expression when your eyes fell upon him. He immediately perked up to dispel any negative thoughts you had about him but was cut off when the small wolf tackled him, ensuing that they wrestle against each other among the leaves.

"RUN!" He yelled at her, seeing this as the only time she may be able to make a break from the scene. The wolf's attention was directed at him and wouldn't even care about her running away; His plan was perfect. 

Or, it would be, if she wasn't laying lifeless against the tree.

His eyes widened in realization when he noticed her cold, bloody hands against three large gashes in her side. Anger boiled inside of him at the sight. There was no way, if she ended up dying tonight, that he would let that rapid wolf live.

He slashed at it and kicked at it until, less than a minute later, it was whimpering underneath his sneaker pathetically. He offered one last Coup de Grace, his foot connecting with it's jaw with as much force as he could muster. The crack of the animal's jaw could be heard from miles away, bone-chilling and ruthless.

He looked back over at the girl who was still in her same position from when he last saw her. She hadn't moved a single inch, and his heart dropped as he admitted that to himself. He thought for sure that he could save her, but he was too late. He kneeled down before the girl, examining her sadly.

He looked to the thick trail of blood seeping from the corner of her mouth. He looked to the dirt that had smeared onto her face from some point in her chase. He looked to the veins in her lowered eyelids. He looked to the way her chest rose the slightest bit when she took the shallowest of breaths.

The shallowest of breaths.

The boy gasped and scrambled to cradle her in his arms when he realized she was still awake, watching as she attempted to open her eyes amidst all the pain and confusion she was overwhelmed with. The boy gently laid her down over his lap, doing what he was programmed to do in these situations. He pressed his hands against her stomach, taking a deep breath to brace himself from the oncoming pain.

The familiar blackness began to seep its way into his veins, traveling all throughout his body from hers. He shut his eyes tightly and it was then that he realized how much pain she was actually in. He was only able to keep his hands on her for around 30 seconds before it became too much to bear.

He knew that taking away her pain would only do that much; Take away her pain. It wouldn't keep her from dying, only make the process less cruel for her. But, even that proved to be a grueling task for him.

There was no time to bring her to a hospital. If he was going to keep her alive, there was only one way to do it; And even then, there was a great chance she would die.

He had never done this before, hence why his hands were shaking so rapidly when he slowly lifted the corner of her shirt, exposing the smooth skin there. Looking back up at her, he realized she had completely succumbed to him. Whether that was because she believed she had nothing left to lose, or because she felt a sense of safeness in his arms, he couldn't be completely sure.

He got his canines out, leaning closer to her. Any fiber of nervousness he once had going into this was completely dispelled upon hearing a silent plea fall from her chapped lips.

"Please, just kill me," She said, her voice just barely a whisper. If not for his heightened hearing, he wouldn't have heard her words. "Please.."

A single tear slid down her face, and he was positive that he could feel his heart physically shatter. With that, he decided that he couldn't waste another second. He sunk his teeth into her stomach, drawing blood. She gasped and her hands instinctively tugged on his hair to pull him away, but she was far too weak. Choked gasps and grunts continued to cascade from her mouth as her nails scraped against his scalp, leaving burning trails in their wake.

A few seconds later, all her movements and sounds completely ceased. With tears in his own eyes, he slowly retracted his canines from her body, looking down at her. She laid completely still, worrying him immensely. He leaned down, and when he heard the thumping of her heart, a wave of relief washed over him.

She was still alive.

He chuckles lightheartedly to himself and picks her up bridal style, beginning the journey back to his  loft.

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Shawn trotted down the spiral staircase with a toothbrush in his mouth, humming a tune that had been stuck in his head all morning. His head slightly bobbed along to the notes when he opened the fridge, looking over its contents.

From seemingly nowhere, he was hit over the head by a large metal object which he soon identified as a frying pan. The girl stood over him, pan raised, and a panicked expression written all over her face. She began to bring the pan down on him again but he quickly scrambled to his feet and away from her.

"Hey, hey, hey!" He shouted, yanking the toothbrush from his mouth. "Watch it!"

"Who are you?!" She demanded, taking another hesitant step towards him. Shawn froze at the sound of her voice. He hadn't heard anything else besides her strained pleas last night, and god, now that she was communicating with him, she sounded absolutely angelic. Not to mention her now wide eyes sparkled beautifully, and even though her hair was a jungle atop her head, she was breathtaking, and he was entranced.

"I- Shawn." He finally replied upon seeing her grip on the handlebar tighten. "Shawn Mendes."

"Where am I?"

Shawn sighed heavily and walked over to the sink, rinsing out the lasting toothpaste in his mouth. When he looked back over to her, she still stood her ground. His eyes trailed down to her clothes which were still ripped and blood stained. Though, through the rips, he could see that her wound had completely healed.

"I'm going to bring you some clean clothes, then I'll explain everything, okay?" He sighed, inching past her cautiously to ensure that she didn't hit him again.

Shawn kept his promise. He returned with a pile of his own clothes; Boxers, a t-shirt, sweatpants, and his yellow fluffy socks that he loved so dearly. He was willing to give them up, just this once, for the sake of her comfort.

While she changed in the upstairs bathroom, Shawn made coffee for the both of them. They were both extremely tired, and he figured that this might give him that extra boost he needed for the oncoming explanation he owed her.

She ascended down the stairs, rubbing her eyes and yawning. She perked up at the smell of coffee, but deflated when she noticed Shawn still standing in the kitchen. It was obvious that she still didn't trust him, but she was justified. She did, after all, wake up in the stranger's house.

She timidly stalked into the kitchen, her face breaking out in a small smile upon seeing that Shawn had already poured her a mug of coffee. She nodded in appreciation and added cream and sugar to it whilst ignoring Shawn's stares of adoration. He couldn't help it; Even the way she made her coffee was captivating.

She clears her throat and raises the mug to her lips, snapping him out of his trance.

"O-Oh right, sorry," He stuttered nervously, leading her over to the couch she had slept on that night. She takes her seat next to him and grabs hold of the abstract patterned blanket, draping it over herself to keep out the chill of the loft. She looked to Shawn with doe eyes, waiting patiently for an explanation.

He takes a deep breath and shakes his head.

"Where do I even start.."

[chloe-spade]

H2o Au Ch.1: Water shouldn't be feared...

Warning: Mentions of Abuse, panic attacks/anxiety attacks

Water shouldn't be feared..or so Virgil thought until that day arrived.

The very beginning might work best.

Virgil Dusk was never comfortable when he goes home to his drunk father,who surprisingly keeps his good reputation in the City of Ophal, the town he lived in.

He was always seen as a hero to all for some reason, a good deed man, a rule follower not a rule breaker.

It all changed when Virgil's mom and him divorced and he remarried.

The son, Remy Dusk, actually got along with Virgil and vice versa. Remy always seemed to listen to him for everything he done in his life.

But the stepmom left them, leaving Remy with Virgil and his father, and the father lost hope of love...and went insane.

He blamed Virgil for everything that happened to him, his love life in general.

This gave Virgil major anxiety attacks in his young age and Remy gave him a proper medication.

That was all years ago, they are both in high school.

Virgil never talked but was the most smartest children, along with Remy and Logan.

Logan Smith became Virgil's only best friend and source to conversation whenever he wasn't with Remy. Logan appreciates Virgil and helps him with anything that would frighten him and protect him.

Then there's Patton Grilfred, a happy go lucky child with the talent to make some of mist grumpiest people to crack up laughing, even his twin brother, Dee Grilfred, and he'd make his younger brother, Emile Grilfred crack up. But Virgil would never talk to Patton.

He was friends with the most popular guy in school, Roman Delightful.

Roman was always...not fond of Virgil, to put it nicely. He gave Virgil the name Anxiety after a short little anxiety attack Virgil had, both him and Remus Delightful, his twin, both call him whenever they saw Virgil.

The name became Stuck and Virgil didn't even mind it.

Why was that day so life changing?

Patton was looking at the timer, his eyes closed to the numbers as Roman approached him.

"Well, kiddo, you just got a new personal best of 1.2 seconds."

Roman took off his goggles."Magnificent, Patton. Thanks for coming to practice."

"No problem, I had nothing else to do this summer."Patton admitted, looking at the stop watch."I'll wait for you outside the pool."Patton got up and walked up to the deck, full of fishing boats and yachts, some cruises and ferries as well.

"Hey! Patton!" Cried a boy, who was near a boat.

"Hm??" Patton walked towards them and looks at the boat."Boat won't start?"

"Yeah. I'm missing the engine key..."He said as Patton got on.

"Let me see.."Patton looks around till he see a hole where the engine key should've been in."Yep...it's missing.."

The boat suddenly begun to drift off, Patton more away from the deck he realized.

"Uh, Boys?"He asked when realization hit him.

He was now further away.

"Admit that Roman has it and I will pull you back.

"He doesn't have that! He hates boating."

Patton then sat down, refusing to swim out.

"You alright?"Whispered a voice.

"Anxi-... Virgil."Patton gasp, trying to keep cool.

"Look like you got yourself in a pickle."He muttered, grabbing the engine key from his pocket and inserted it.

"You stole that?"

"They tried to bully by brother...of course." Virgil whispered, starting the boat and begins to drive it.

"I never you were a good driver."

Virgil saw in the distance Logan and Roman, Roman bragging and Logan yawning, basically ignoring.

Virgil saw to the dock they were located."Sup."He said with his tiny voice.

"Something to save me from Roman."He said as gets in the boat next to Patton.

"Are you coming, Roman?"Patton asked, scooting for Logan.

"Is Emo Nightmare driving?"

"Yes, Virgil is driving."

Roman rolled his eyes and entered the boat, and did a little huff.

"Are you done complaining, Princey?"Virgil asked softly.

"Yes."

Virgil started the engine again and was driving to the sea.

It was very relaxing for all, wind flowing through their hair and water glistening in the sunlight.

Suddenly the stopped, in middle of the sea.

"I knew it."Logan said, his eyes not leaving his book.

"You know me to well.."Virgil muttered."At least we have nearby land.."

Patton gives in an paddle, and begins to paddle to the nearby land.

The island, according to Logan, is very old, over 2,000 years old, and is said to have a strange magic whoever came inside it.

"But if honestly I don't really believe that magic part."

"That'd be odd.."Roman admitted as he entered the jungle."Let's just that cave and exit out and find signal."

"This location doesn't have much signal."Patton said, looking at his phone.

"Oh crud.."

After a few hours of wondering, The boys found themselves near two large rocks.

"Higher ground, we might get a better signal."Logan said, grabbing Virgil's arm softly.

Virgil nods and gets up the higher ground.

Patton jumped to the other room along with Roman and Logan. Virgil shook his head at Logan.

"Everything will be alright, Virgil."Logan said, getting closer, reaching his hand out for him.

Virgil shivers a little and tries to jump up but slides down an unexpected hole.

"Virgil!?"

The three surrendered the hole.

"Kiddo! Are you alright?!"Patton asked, trying to look down.

"Y-yes..."Virgil whispered.

"Can you climb up?"

"T-too steep."

Logan climbs down the hole to Virgil's location, checking around.

"Virgil, are you alright?"Logan asked, checking Virgil for marks, brusies, or cuts.

"I-im...alright."Virgil said and got up.

Patton and Roman followed."It's already dark and creepy."

"Stop complaining and come on!"

Virgil followed a glowing light and found a bright cavern, stones and jewels decorated around.

And a pool, glowing with the moon near.

"A way out, Patton."Roman said, getting in the pool.

"Can you try to find an exit?"

Roman nods and dives in to find one.

Logan gets in next, looking up."For sure its about Midnight, or very close.

Roman got up next to Logan."An exit! I found one."

Patton jumps in and looks at Virgil."Ready, kiddo?"

Virgil looked down."I can't swim..."

"Hold my hand, Virgil."Logan said softly.

Virgil did so and immediately dropped to the ocean, only Logan picking him back up.

"Woah... what's happening?"

All looked up and the moon was at it full moon, glowing, water swirling and bubbling around them.

"Follow me."Roman said, diving in.

The rest followed to the exit, Not knowing of a change they will experience.

"The police are here!"

The boys swam to the boat and they got home safely.

The next day wasn't a good day for Virgil. His father was more drunk that night, calling Virgil such horrid names.

Virgil was now at his lawn, water his garden, until water got on his clothes.

Virgil was about to walk away but call instead, face fell in the grass.

He tried to get up but his legs won't work...cause they were not legs! But a full purple tail attached to his body.

"H..."

Patton, who was already a merman, in his tub.

"How..how did.."Patton questioned snd tried to move but to no avail.

"This is not truly bad..."

Roman was doing his morning swimming and was swimming far into the ocean. "What's more lovely then a m-?!"

Roman felt a change in his legs and stopped at a holt.

"What..."Roman gasped, as his red crimson tail was in his view."....I hope this isn't a costume...'

"Logan, can you wash the dishes??"His mother asked, who was in her study.

Logan got up and put his book down, to retreat to the sink.

Logan begin to turn on the water and grabbing the first dish to find.

While he was washing, he immediately slipped down and a tail was trailed behind him.

"I guess that island was magic..."

The boys came by Logan's house freaking out.

"Then a tail popped out and I thought- Logan!!"

Logan had a cup of water and he spilled it on Roman.

Roman ran to the living and transformed.

"My exact calculations. Water starts our transformation."

Virgil and Patton walked inside.

"Could this be.."

"Cause of the island? Yes. I took more information while I was turned. It turns out that island was an island of mermaids snd merman, but had to disappear due fo a mermaid falling in love with a human. This made the mermaid island cursed, whoever human found the poll at a full moon, will become a merperson until they return to that island at another full moon."

"Seriously?"

"Yes."

The boys knew one thing that day... Their lives had completely changed forever...

[sinnamonthebunny]

Whistle's background

(This story is probably crappy, i wrote it a 2:30 in the morning. Im like really tired rn, like i cant think straight right at this moment.)

Running is all what Whistle knew he could do right. Whistle could run for miles without getting tired, but something about running this time made him exhausted.

Whistle was running from the evil laughter that kept appearing from behind him. The people in the red suits and the white masks, trying to take his life.

The Yiga clan had murdered Whistle’s family in cold blood, Whistle’s sister at the age of 6, his mother, and his father.

His little sisters screams for Whistle was burned into his brain as he ran for his life from the evil clan.

As Whistle ran, he slammed into something, or someone. Right in front of Whistle was a member of the Yiga clan. Raising his flaming weapon, the clan member went to swing his sword of fire on the boy who lost his family.

Closing his eyes as hard as he could, Whistle embraced for the worse. Tears streamed down his face as he screamed in pain as the blade hit his shoulder.

As the blade made contact, Whistles instincts kicked in. Jumping away from the man who did damage to him, Whistle pulls out a small dagger and a shield. Ready to fight for his life, Whistle whimpers and gets into a fighting stance.

He was surrounded. There was 15 members around him. Already knowing what his fate is, Whistle tightens his grip on his dagger, not ready to die.

Blackness surrounding his vision, Whistle lets out a battle cry and runs to the man in front of him. Jumping to the side as the clan member tried to hit him with his flaming sword again, Whistle lets out a flurry of attacks.

Each time Whistle went to strike, he hits his mark. But his luck had to run out soon. Soon as the flurry of attacks finished, the member he was attacking was too close to Whistle. The clan member hits the arm Whistle was using to hold his dagger with his flaming sword.

Whistle drops to the ground crying and screaming in pain. The feeling of losing blood from his shoulder and arm, the burning sensation going through him, the lost of his little sister and parents. Whistle felt alone.

Whistle prepared to welcome death with open arms, but all that came was a tingle of electricity going through his veins and the screams of the Yiga clan. Everything came to a stop.

When Whistle opened his eyes again, the wounds that was inflicted on him weren't hurting or bleeding. Whistle wasn't in the middle of the forest as well. He was in a cave; with a freaking dragon.

Whistle gasped a bit, standing up immediately. Backing up to the wall of the cave, Whistle looks at the dragon he read about in the books of legends.

Farosh was staring at him

It was a battle between the two, staring at each other for a uncomfortable amount of time, Whistle spoke up.

“Did you save me?”

Farosh looked at Whistle with trusting eyes that screamed he knew what happened.

Flashes of his family dying in front of him, Whistle tries to calm down before he has a panic attack.

With Whistle breath picking up, and the flashes of his sisters head falling to the floor, Whistle cries. Collapsing to the floor, he holds himself.

Mourning over his lost, Whistle wishes for death to meet him and take him away.

Farosh just stares.

It was hard for Whistle to breath, he felt trapped. Every part of Whistle was telling him that he failed. The scars that were on Whistles body forever reminded him of how he couldn't save his family from their fate.

In the midst of poor Whistles panic, a familiar dragon has gotten closer, pressing its electrifying snout against whistle, as if it were saying “It's alright, you're safe; it's not your fault that they met that terrible fate.”

Farosh had a sort of aura to it that has calmed down Whistle. Farosh was patient, and he made Whistle feel safe for the first time in forever. Whistles breath slows down as the dragon waits, once Whistle was calm enough, he thanked the dragon with for its kind heart and for saving him from the killers.

Farosh blinked slowly as it accepted the thanks. Slowly getting up, the dragon picked Whistle off the ground like how a cat would do to her kittens.

With a yelp, Whistle was dangling from Farosh's mouth. Holding on for dear life to the dragon, Farosh flew through the wild, Whistle started to think that maybe Farosh was gonna eat him. Whistle didnt was surprised and in awe as the dragon got to its destination.

They were in a field full of metal poles and little electrifying orbs. It was Farosh's sleeping ground. Whistle remembered reading on where the dragon rested and trained, it talked about how there was poles of metal and orbs of lightning.

Looking at the dragon, Whistle had a huge grin. Farosh looked back at Whistle, and with a low growl, a strong purple lightning struck Whistle. Whistle didn't let out a whimper, but he let out a yelp of surprise. The lightning didn't hurt Whistle, instead it made him feel stronger. Whistle felt something electrifying and strong go through his veins. Looking at the dragon, Whistle gave a confused look.

Farosh let out another growl, lightning stuck the poles.

Whistle stared in awe as he witness the magnificent power. Farosh nudged Whistle, with a little yelp, Whistle fell forward a bit, but quickly caught himself. Looking the dragon with confusion, Farosh stared back with a look that said “it's your turn”. Very confused Whistle told Farosh that he couldn't summon lightning. He was a normal hylian. The dragon let out another growl, and Whistle sighed. Moving to the poles, he looked at Farosh with confusion. Then something caught Whistles eyes. Farosh was moving his fingers.

Farosh was moving his fingers in a snapping motion. Realization hit Whistle, moving his feet apart and in a spin he snapped his fingers as loud as he could.

Blue and purple lightning stuck every pole with a loud “crack!” near Whistle. Bursting with energy and excitement, Whistle turned to Farosh.

Farosh was looking like a proud parent. And from there on, Farosh had took care of Whistle, and Whistle took care of the villagers nearby and his mentor Farosh.

Two years living with Farosh, quite a bit had changed. Whistle now perfect blue eyes changed; one eye was gold now. Whistle had practiced his lightning strike everyday for hours upon hours, eventually Whistle has perfected it and his lightning strike is as powerful as Farosh’s. Also, Whistle got a pet blupee named Melody! Melody and Whistle met when Melody was being hunted. Though Whistle still wasn't able to avenge his family.

Melody was just hopping around minding its own business, until a shock arrow struck it. A beast more terrifying than guardians had its eyes locked on it. A Lynel, bigger than a 8ft gerudo woman was chasing after the blupee. The beast swung its sword down hitting the blupee flat in the chest. The injured blupee tried to get up and teleport as fast as they could, but the Lynel was faster, hitting them again. Blood soaking from their chest, the blupee cries. The Lynel went to strike again but it froze. Painful electricity was coursing through its veins, making the Lynel roar in agony. Bright flashes of purple, blue, and gold filled the sky as a dangerous lightning hit its mark. As the Lynel losses its final breath to the electrifying counter, it collapsed.

The blupee stared at the figure that was coming closer. The figure has a strong aura to them. The blupee lost conscious.

As the blupee woke up from its slumber, it realized it was at Farosh's home. Getting up slowly, it touched the area where the Lynel hit them, there was no blood. There was only a huge scar. The blupee looked around to find the person who saved them, but all they saw was a little boy, who was probably 15, cooking a meal of Fish'N Chips. With a little chirp, the blupee headed over there.

Whistle was a little startled when the cute beast hopped up to him. Lookong at the blupee with curious eyes, he handed it a apple slice. The blupee chirped with glee as it took the apple. Whistle watched as the blupee enjoyed its little snack with a smile.

Once the blupee finished, Whistle expected it to go and disappear like the others, but the blupee stayed. A little confused,  Whistle told the blupee that it can go home.

The blupee still stayed. With a puzzled look, Whistle scoffed a bit and said;

“Well if you're gonna stick around you need a name.”

Whistle pondered for a bit before he let out a “oh”. Turning to the blupee Whistle announced its name.

“Imma call you Melody!”

Melody let out a huge chirp as Whistle given it a name. Turning around, Whistle began to walk to the training area, planning on getting stronger, Whistle was determined.

[bugclub]

ALL THA QUESTIONS

it wouldn’t let me copy the numbers ;:) so here we go fellas

Who hurt you the most?geez idk maybe my dad altho in retrospect he was right and i was wrong but he said some really messed up stuff to me sometimes and he also was usually the reason i would ever c** my***f

Who have you hurt the most?probably my dad as well. i was fucked up as a teenager and i know it was hell for him

Who do you miss the most?no offense but my dad. i just rly miss ig how life use to be when i lived with him.

Who do you want out of your life the most?the bitches and freaks that send me anon hate. begone demons

Who had the biggest negative impact on you?the white trash xanax junkies i met in 2014.

Who do you wish you could be honest with?i suppose emilio. im not holding any secrets in but i dont tell him a lot of stuff like when my emotions are dangerously out of whack or im having a panic attack or anything like that. i think if i were more open about stuff like that we’d communicate better when im actually freaking out

Who have you harbored (any kind of!) secret feelings towards?hmm.. coworkers come to mind just cause sometimes i dont agree with things they say but i dont want to make working with them uncomfortable by saying anything. other than that just crushes from my past probably

Who would the world be better off without?donald trump, racists, rapists, heroin dealers, etc

Who do you wish you’d treated differently?grace…i use to not like her because someone was feeding me lies…im so sorry grace my beautiful raspberry girl

What was the worst day of your life?probably the day i woke up in a daze post being raped with all my money stolen from my car . or i suppose the day it actually happened

What’s your greatest fear?losing my mind

What’s your biggest insecurity?hmm…not sure. honestly im not very insecure like i know i have insecurities but nothing comes to mind immediately. i wouldnt know til im insecure about it

What’s your biggest regret?getting hooked on xanax

Describe your ideal world.boondock saints are in charge and they’re my best friends

Describe your personal hell.donald trump is in charge and my best friend is my bong rosalina

What’s a hopeless dream you’re still holding on to?damn idek, probably just that every day of my life i wish emilio and i would meet sooner than we did but obviously there’s no point in that

What’s the most embarrassed you’ve ever been?one time i let a girl borrow my phone in hs and her nosy ass went thru my shit and found…sensitive content. i was embarrassed for a long time. i only recently remembered this happened

What’s the angriest you’ve ever been?various evenings at my job at dominos. i fucking hate those bitches

What’s the saddest you’ve ever been?in the mental hospital

What’s the most scared you’ve ever been?this took me forever but it was DEFINITELY my bad trip. i thought i was dead lmao

What’s the most hopeless you’ve ever felt?probably also during that acid trip. i thought i was not coming out and this was it. it felt like real life was melting away and i was gonna be stuck in some blank universe alone. horrible. im gagging

What’s the most frantic you’ve ever felt?i dont really get frantic ever. im good at staying calm especially in dire times

What’s the best case scenario for your future?emilio and i get married and have a family. i dont really want or need anything else

What’s the worst case scenario for you future?i try heroin get really fucked up and die alone

What’s the most physical pain you’ve ever felt?the pain from the last time i punched a wall was ridiculous and came in big waves which was awful. utis can hurt a lot and im prone to those for some reason. when i had the flu my body ached like ive never felt

What’s the most emotional pain you’ve ever felt?i dont want to talk about this one

Describe a time you felt like a hypocrite.i dunno.

Describe a time you felt like a traitor.obviously getting with emilio at first…but ik its not actually that messed up now so 💁 irrelevant

Describe a time you felt like a hero.i dont know. i use to help out my junkie friends a lot

Describe a time you felt inhuman.almost always

Describe a time you felt like a failure.in fourth grade i got an f in math because i kept putting the plus sign on the wrong side of the problem and my teacher failed me on all my homework. no one was even mad at me but i couldn’t look anyone in the eye for days

What’s the worst thing you’ve ever done?i dont know..i use to spew out hate in like 2010-2012. i hate that

What are you proudest of?my relationship with emilio, our good dogs, my recovery (not rly done yet but so far so good)

What’s your relationship with your family like?good. weird and a little distant at time but good

What’s your relationship with religion like?non-existent

Talk about someone you’ve lost.eh.

Talk about someone who abandoned you.eh.

Talk about a desire you have that scares you.not sure this is a thing for me

What’s something you wish you were capable of?wish i had more motivation for things that could make my future better like college

What’s something you’re afraid that you’re capable of?not rly afraid of anything id do

Describe the kind of life you wish you’d been born into.mine was fine

Describe your worst heartbreak.i was subjected to things i shouldn’t have been because of bad timing. i wouldnt have wanted it any other way and things worked out

Describe your worst disappointment.not sure dont want to dig this deep rn

Have you ever taken a fall for someone?yes. and i still get shit on for a lot of it

Have you ever forced or let someone take a fall for you?i honestly dont think so. correct e if im wrong

Have you ever done serious physical harm to someone?never on purpose (so far)

Have you ever done serious emotional harm to someone?probably. my bad

Have you ever self-harmed?yes

Have you ever attempted suicide?yes

Have you ever stolen something?yes

Have you ever cheated on someone?no

Have you ever been cheated on?no

Have you ever taken revenge on someone?nah

Have you ever seriously considered killing somone?yes 😂 oops

Have you ever betrayed someone who trusted you?allegedly

Have you ever experienced something supernatural or unexplainable?yes

thanks 💝🍓

if anyone reads all tis i love you and urr one of my best friends

[pinkhoodiemark]

Get to know me tag!

Tagged by @sho-ho-hownu (Thanks!)

Rules: Answer the 20 questions in a new post and tag 20 blogs you would like to get to know better.

a message from me: Alright, I know I’ve already done this but I’ve been getting a lot of followers lately (bless you ALL), and I want my new followers to know me a lil better :) (hope you don’t mind). Also I’m going to tag last 20 people who followed me instead of trying to think of mutuals to tag. I want to get to know my followers too :) [of course the tagged people don’t have to do this] lezzzgoooo

Nickname: Chaka, Emi-chan (both from my parents -_-)

Gender: Female

Star Sign: Aquarius

Height: 4′ 9″ (144.78cm) (I’m short, but i can beat you up lol jk)

Time right now: 10:37pm

Last thing I googled: “inches to cm” - i didn’t know how tall i was in centimeters...

Favorite Bands: splitting this in parts ‘cause wow. 

Kpop: GOT7, BTS, Blackpink, Monsta X, Seventeen, Bigbang, etc

USA / Brit: Muse, Cage the Elephant, GroupLove, Alt-J, Glass Animals, Tame Impala, Panic! at the Disco, Red Hot Chili Peppers, OKGO, Royal Blood, Coleman Hell, (i know there are more but i’ll stop)

Japan: RADWIMPS, Maximum the Hormone, Asian Kungfu Generation, One OK Rock, Arashi (lol)

Favorite Solo Artists: Robert DeLong, Jack White (I hate him but I like his music so he’ll do -_-), Hoshino Gen, (can’t think of solos that i listen to much really)

Song stuck in your head: Dream Lantern - RADWIMPS (this is the opening song in Kimi no Nawa and it reminds me of Japan sm. The movie is so good guys like whenever it’s available in your country, PLEASE GO AND WATCH IT)

Last movie I watched: idk, I marathoned the bts teasers for the solo songs from Wings. I still don’t understand but it was like 40 minutes of time so imma count it ????

Last TV Show I watched: Bob’s Burgers (mah showwww)

When did you create your blog: This blog was born maybe like a month ago, but it feels like i’ve been here forever because you guys treat me like i’ve been here for a long time (sappiness lezgo). I have another blog that we don’t talk about that was born in my cringy 8th grader time 5-6 years ago. That blog went through many phases and i’m sorry for it. 

What kind of stuff do you post: (You gotta know already tho.)

When did your blog reach its peak: I don’t think I’ve reached it yet, it keeps growing. The support from you guys is just-

Do you have any other blogs: The dead one we don’t talk about. It was all about anime at first, for a really long time too. Then endless memes and sometimes anime. And then the kpop happened and I felt for my followers who originally followed me for anime, so i peaced out and made another (better, healthier) blog (this one ^^)

Do you get asks regularly: I got a lot of happy birthdays on my birthday yesterday and today and i was, and still am, so happy. I’ve also been getting anons just hitting me up and that’s also so nice! My ask box is always open guys! Hmu whenever with whatever :D

Why you chose your URL: It was @mark-tuannnn because I had the urge to make a kpop blog like immediately but all of my clever url’s were taken so it was just like FXXK IT it’s gon be mark’s name with 4 n’s whatever. But then I was like that’s boriing and saw a pic of Mark in my fav hoodie he wears and I was actually so surprised the url wasn’t taken (??)

Following: only 94 (im sorry rec me blogs!!)

Posts: 1,827 (Is that kinda much for one month? Or not enough?)

Hogwarts House: Ravenclaw (from a quiz i took long ago) Slytherin (from a quiz from just the other day) (what happened between my time as a ravenclaw and slytherin...)

Pokémon Team: Valor LETS GO!! (i wish i was mystic but peer pressure)

Favorite colors: green, pink, light blue

Average hours of sleep: If i could tell you :/

Lucky Numbers: more like my fav numbers not lucky but, 3 and 7 (if i was told to pick one it’d be 21 because 3x7)

Favorite Characters:

I’ll do my favs from the 3 main Shonen Anime (Naruto, Bleach, One Piece) because it’d be way too many otherwise: 

Naruto: Shikamaru (more like chic-amaru amiright. Do ya’ll remember when when he first versed temari and we were like he’s useless but then he was like the most badass like!!!)

Bleach: Idk why but I always liked Hitsugaya. He was the short kid that played with ice. 

One Piece: Chopper because i remember that his backstory killed me.

What are you wearing right now: light blue jeans, oversized green t shirt, pink baseball cap

How many blankets do you sleep with: 1, i barely ever sleep on my own bed. Living room couch is where i live

Dream job: If i could tell you, like 90% of my stress would reduce

Dream trip: a forever trip in japan and live with my grandma and go to the supermarket with her and from time to time do something expensive and special

I’m tagging the last 20 people who followed me so (im going to try to work around blogs that don’t seem to be run by a human): @shimkoongjackson , @forevermoremagcon , @dinojaeee , @prettylittlesunshines , @anoxxie , @heartstationat1am , @trashypie , @adore----u , @heyythereskylar , @hunkaichan9461 , @cutepimook , @youngjai , @suga-tae-kookies , @sailor--trash , @beautyintheoddestofplaces , @studyhardlove12 , @dandere-kitten , @yugyeom-star , @kissuewoo , @bumgee (Again there’s no pressure to actually do this haha)

[vivaciousyellow]

y: kitchen and kokoro

dear victoria,

first of all, i’d like to apologise with much much embarrassment for how late this post came in after i’d been the one to insist on deadline like almost a month ago l o l at me

second, i love love love how you described kitchen. it’s exactly how i felt and honestly i’m so weak against the pure sentimentality that the narrator exuded through that exact kind of simple but profound style you described. the book just made me feel really nostalgic - the kind of indulgent, unproductive feeling to which i feel particularly susceptible. i wish i wrote some quotes down but just the way she expressed what home meant to her was so powerful: what she saw in different kitchens, what they told her about the residents of the house, the comfort they gave her... it made me realise more concretely what and how much home means to me.

but also omGGG victoria!!! i’m so sorry you were stuck in the cold ass fucking rain for that - and that we didn’t even make it in to burlesque to maybe take your mind off of it for the rest of night. i’m glad your mom and grandma (fuck drivers) are okay tho. and i hope your uncle is doing okay.

i’ve been trying to improve my relationship with death. i mean i’ve been pretty shielded from it but the threatening blips of its presence which have shown up on my radar and the visceral reaction they elicit suggest that i need to work on it. especially when i find my thoughts trailing over to my parents dying or getting hurt and that’s always Not Fun. especially since i’m supposedly going to Japan for an extended period of time soon. especially because my mom has all these recently accumulating physical problems that have started increasingly encroaching on her quality of life in small but significant ways, and my dad’s always so reckless, his heart is forever 21 but sometimes i feel like his mind turns forever 21 as well, and my sister. oh my sister.  

it’s amazing to me how…aggressively?? nuclear our family is. it's a product of being an immigrant family etc. etc. but as the second generation, i used to always panic that i wasn’t going to cry when second degree relatives die. then i turned 22 and suddenly im crying at most things so guess that’s not so much a concern anymore. wellp.

but yeah it’s funny to reminisce about my ~ younger days ~ when i only ever hung out with my parents and sister. they're still my everything, but definitely learning and practicing to make more meaningful connections with friends since getting into college has also been a lot, a lot of learning how to be with other people, and of learning how to go easier on myself. uhmm like crying: i’ve learned to reframe it as not something to let build up out of anxiety, just to explode out of my control then try to stop out of panic but an opportunity to willfully let feelings go and check in with myself and others. idk. basically forming intimate relationships with people is wild and y’all make me wildly feel. Personal Growth and all that shit. (gotta pat myself on the back whenever i don’t actually act like a 10 year old.)

which, segue into the books, has made reading them such a likewise affective experience. (this might be kind of spoilers?? but the plot is pretty simple, and i wouldn’t be able to spoil, like, tone and style of writing if i tried) Kokoro’s plot is loosely similar to kitchen in that it also follows the protagonist’s relationship with someone who became like family. and similarly, that person reappears in the protagonist’s life through a letter.

letters are so weird. y’know? like a physical manifestation, a snapshot of someone’s emotions in the moment. and even just the act of putting into words, feelings. i wish i studied linguistics in college, is another regret i’ve discovered. But also like once you’ve committed to writing something that’s immediately open to interpretation no matter your intention once it leaves your hand feels like a lot of responsibility - to have chosen the right words out of literal millions to perform for you whatever things you want to convey - and expectation, that the other person will understand correctly and empathize. oh! and most importantly, the hope that they’ll respond. the protagonist says during the middle part of the book that “[t]his was why i wrote letters: i hoped for a response” (88). which is so depressing. when feelings and yearnings aren’t reciprocated. which is what ghosting is i guess. actually just human connection in general. lmao i’m really just tryna get down to the really simple and obvious things in life but bear with this slow-learning bish over here.

chapter 56 particularly struck me. when the sensei frames his past, his experiences, as “personal property” to leave in the care of the protagonist (123). recently, my grandparents came to visit, and my grandma kept emphasizing that she had so many things to say to us. stories and lessons she felt incredibly compelled to pass on as soon as possible, that needed to leave her mouth unto my ears. tbh it felt a little foreboding as the recipient of this kind of energy and anxiety. energetic anxiety ? and my mom’s been talking to me a lot more often about… surviving, I guess is the word - so i don’t take so long to realize these Life Lessons. Because this is the property she’s accrued growing up, immigrating, living; property that her parents didn’t have but she can now pass on to me. i feel like there’s some sort of American Dream, capitalist metaphor/critique that can truly flourish with this idea, but I’ll leave it at this clumsy dip into the figurative waters here.

biggest takeaway of all the things my mom and grandma (and I say this endearingly) nag to me about, is 动手动脑. and, best example is this four weeks late post, but i definitely have performance anxiety and can’t get my authorial penis up when I need to, which is something i need to work on… instead of counting on myself to pull out insightful rambles a la every finals week 24 hours before the final paper is due, i should probably take notes and outline for next time. after all, there are no deadlines to inspire to sit my ass down and fight the figurative pins and needles to write when it comes to telling your own story and just thinking for the sake of thinking… 

but yeah!!! next up is a personal matter, kenzaburo oe.

much love (and chagrin @me),

ying