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[yourminecraftboyfriend]

stupid idiots <33

[l3viat8an]

Soo- my headcanon was actually canon!! well close enough for me anyways!-

• “Levi would totally spoil you with merch of your favorite character because he understands how exciting ‘n important it is to own merch of your favorite character!!! He also knows all the early releases dates so he gets you rare / event exclusive stuff all the time!”

[faislittlewhiteraven]

Fais fanfic rambles: Introduction to my 'Selkies by Starlight' ISaT AU

Note: Not to be confused with @looped-140-and-counting / Soren_793's wonderful Selkie AU oneshot series 'The Northern Islanders are Selkies' which was hugely inspiring for this if potentially VERY different in vibe (we got very into talking about cloaks! XD)

Basic premise/summary:

In an alternate version of the precanon adventure, the party lead by Mirabelle to stop the King freezing Vaugarde in time, recruit Siffrin as per usual.

Thing is, Siffrin is a Selkie.

A very skittish selkie without a cloak of their own, who openly wears the cloak of another, and due to Reasons is under the impression that the party know all both of those things and the Implications about them, and for whatever reason have decided to welcome him into their group anyway.

Which er, he's completely wrong about as the party know absolutely nothing.

Mira and Isa like most Vaugardian humans think 'shifters' are just fairytales, Odile knows shapeshifters are real but is only really familiar with how foxes like her father work, and Bonnie is actually able to sense some pretty major things but is a preteen dealing with a lot and hasn't even joined the party yet, so this pretty major misunderstanding is sustained for quite a while...

Cue the AUs' main focus being on the resulting party dynamic shifts as more and more canon divergence due to Sif's 'selkie stuff' (both cute and serious) comes into play, the party slowly realising something is up, and all of it hitting an eruption point right around the time of the 4th Orb/the loss of Siffrin's eye...

Some key world building notes: (Note: very summarised from my docs. I have like 20k+ words on this stuff XD)

The Island - Probably the most drastically different thing from canon here, the Island was not forgotten or erased here. Rather it is hidden away and permanently shrouded in Wish Craft generated fog from 'those without cloaks'. Side note: Sif is still unable to return home and continues to have some very plot critical memory problems but those are due to unrelated issues, which means yay I get to have Sif talk 'home culture' with the others in this =D Also idk why the King is freezing Vaugarde still. I've got a few ideas I'm not sure about and he's not in focus enough for it to even matter really, but random suggestions -especially those with possible selkie motivations- would be very much appreciated.

Selkie powers in my setting - Went into something of a deep dive regarding selkie folklore for this and did you know they have an absolute ton of seer/oracle based stuff going on?

From selkie being summoned by their human lovers shedding seven tears into the ocean, to a selkie man telling a former lover that he and their child will die at the hands by her genuinely good and loving future husband, to a selkie woman forseeing her fisherman husband about to die out in a storm just in time for her to swim over there and rescue him, etc.

So... Yeah. This AU has a lot of plot relevant sensory/seer stuff going on as well as the standard seal shapeshifter stuff (Islander selkie traditionally believe it to be the Universe talking with them, in the same way Wish Craft is talking to the Universe), and going off all the stuff I read decided it'd be most fitting if the general rule for how it all works is: - Selkie always passively have a bit of it going on (aka Sif's canon 'you sense someone nearby' stuff) which like most things can be enhanced with Craft use a bit. - Near perfect understanding of all 'connected' bodies of water (aka they know EXACTLY where the tasty fish are/will be and can probably get a general sense of location for most people on a boat) - Potentially get strong 'visions of the future' and/or instincts on what they need to do to avert an outcome when it comes to loved ones being in danger/distress.

They also maybe get to pull very fast, high power Wish Craft 'curses'/miracles' at idk, the cost of something major like their cloak or lives (mostly based off of the The Legend of Kópakonan where the whole island of Kalsoy was cursed with death by a selkie in retaliation for her husband and children being murdered) but not super attached to this idea past it being in 'seal shifter' stories in-setting.

Other non humans in setting and regional differences in shifters - Pretty much only selkie and selkie issues are in focus here, but just as a general thing, all non humans in setting are shapeshifters and originated from human ancestors who went crazy with the the Body Craft and/or used Wish Craft in some way.

Ka Bue in particular has a ton of them since yokai, with their origins being various sects/clans back in the warring eras going so nuts with trying to weaponize Body Craft (super soldiers, enhanced life spans, infiltration, exploiting attraction to furries, etc), that after some particularly high profile incidents (for an idea plz see: Kiyohime, Tamamo no Mae, Kachi-kachi Yama) and 'Body Craft misuse leading to shut down of the brain/vital organs' being the most common cause of death for 10+ years once peace time was established, eventually Ka Bue's authorities set their foot down and banned Body Craft altogether.

Currently the shifter population in Ka Bue is around 30% of the population, shifters are required to have ID regarding their forms (or potential forms if they're merely 'half'), and it's considered distasteful for a shifter to be in non human form outside of private settings/necessity and even ruder to ask a shifter about their non human forms if they haven't brought the topic up yet first (kinda like seeing/asking about someone's underwear or something XD).

In contrast the Vaugarde, Mwudu and Porteria region is extremely shifter sparce, with most of its original shifter population being the result of various Universe worshipping peoples (mostly small groups, like greek mystery cults) deciding to use a big Wish Craft ritual as some sort of religious rite and becoming shifters as a side effect of their primary Wish (usually stuff like 'we wish for us and our descendants to be one with You and the sea/air' or 'may we Change with the phases of the holy moon' etc) which granted them some pretty neat skills but also tended to come with some 'potentially nasty' drawbacks attached (see: selkie and swan maidens with their cloaks, werewolves Changing in both body and mind etc) Which er, lead to some issues born of lack of knowledge about this stuff, later some very nasty anti shifter sentiment in the region, and then around... IDK 200 to 300 years ago or so ended up exploding into violence and other very nasty things, with most shifters able to do so fleeing the region, and those that couldn't either enduring horrible conditions until they could escape/died or went deep into hiding, with the Island's Country being founded by the two later groups who used Wish Craft to hide their new home, erase awareness of their existence from their enemies (a short term, fully intentionally 'forgetting' blast centered specifically around shifters), and developed a LOT of culture and traditions regarding when, who and what can be told to 'outsiders' about themselves, Wish Craft, etc in order to keep their people safe.

There are shifters living in present in Vaugarde of course (anti shifter sentiment died back a LOT after most people stopped thinking they were real, and most modern day Change Believers are more likely to view these 'totally fictional/allegorical' beings as children/messengers of the Change God rather than 'evil demons who stole power by tearing apart the Change God's cloak for themselves and thus have to be hunted down and made to repent' propaganda take that was everywhere back then) but numbers actually living outside the Island as opposed to merely visiting remain low, since either the shifters know their history and stick firmly to their 'stay secret' traditions or quickly pick up on how oddly unknown shifters are around these parts and decide to err on the side of caution... Also 'trust worthy' humans who do learn about them (usually northern coastal folk, gee wonder why) tend to help cover them up so... Yeah =D

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And... Yeah!

This is hella long as is, so will stop here and ramble about the actual 'how this all affects our beloved Sif and Co plot and culture wise' stuff that is the actual meat of the AU in another post later, but hope this made for an interesting/idea provoking read, know that I have no issue with anyone using any of this for their own works (just please, don't use the 'Selkies under starlight' same story name unless it's actually a fanfic/fanart of my 'hopefully soon has a chapter/one shot up' fic/Ao3 series of the same name so people don't get confused), and I would love to chatter with you about any thoughts/questions you might have so...

Wishing you a good day =D

(sighes in relief finally getting this post finished after literal months. Pheeeeww~)

[lovelyladylavie]

If 4KIDS got ahold of Dungeon Meshi the theme song would be something like:

*bopping Donkey Kong-esque like beat with a xylophone to hype kids up for adventure*

🎶 De-De-Delicious! IT'S DELICIOUS!

Delicious-in-the-Dungeon! 🎶

Gotta snack, but we got no money!

Not a worry! We can eat, Honey!

Cause it's

De-De-Delicious in the Dungeon!

De-De-Delicious in the Dungeon!

Ever try dragon?! Makes your lips smack

(Second female valley girl voice) "ew, you can eat that?!"

(Senshi voice: )Sure you can, its full of fat!

De-De-Delicious in the Dungeon! 🎶

De-De-Delicious in the Dungeon! 🎶

(Diff goofy character voices:)

Meet us down there

Lets catch a mushroom!

Watch out for bugs!

Save some for me!

(Female voice again) "ugh no way!"

You'd be surprised, its alllllll

De-De-Delicious! Delicious in the Dungeon! YEAH! 🎶

*Group pose made of stock imagery of the characters*

It gets immediately canceled before episode 11, and no one ever sees it again.

[moraent-keys]

The amount of shit I will shove onto one canvas and then try to post the pictures as if they’re separate is ridiculous

[lover-of-skellies]

Why does it sound like there's a creature breathing real loud in the vent intercom thing in this break room right now

[ghostie-jakxy-gray]

I do not have the brainspace to make it, but it's come up enough times in my thoughts that I need to outline it:

Arcane fanfic x Swan Lake thoughts

Bear with me here, but Singed as Baron von Rothbart

it works! Trust me! old court guy who gets shunned away and/or hides to conduct his freaky little experiements; Returns to make things infinitely worse in collaborations?? (depends on the version but the Mercedes Lackey retelling has me Convinced) with the current Queen of the land, ends the piece in a schrodingers-living-and-dead toss up based on the production, a little too focused on his daughter(s) to be healthy.

Kirraman & Sponsored (Jayce) as Sigfried. We'll get back to this point, but they've both got the "oh shit I was gonna kill them" to "oh shit I don't WANT to kill them but Apparently I Might Have" pipeline for their respective love interests. Also Cait as the Hunter version of the prince, look me in the eyes and tell me it doesn't work. You can't, you simply can't convince me.

Vi as Odette. Enough said.

Okay actually not enough said because the protective older sister falls for the person who might have harmed them, who in turn turns around and protects them when they thought they would not need to be protected? Also very real "I don't care if you cheated come back and make out with me / help me kill god" vibes for both

Viktor as Odile. The [somewhat] protege of our von Rothbart, made palatable to upper society, dooms everyone by being too pretty for the prince to resist, except for maybe they don't because depending on the interpretation...

Also the joy of giving the part with the 36 victory-fouttes variation to that man.

Heimerdinger as the old man at the maypole dance, lol. [If we're digging in with my references to the Lackey version this would also make him a philosophy professor which... yeah it works]

Ambessa as the queen. Obviously.

Alternatively tho... Silco as Rothbart, Jinx as Odile. Not as many parallels but it keeps the drama relegated to one thread of the story-weave and not spilling all over the place.

Alternatively Alternatively, Ambessa as Rothbart, Mel as Odette, Caitlyn as Odile. Many more parallels and the plus of an almost all girls cast; although that does end up making Vander the Queen - which is certainly not a downside but a very funny image.

I don't know where to fit everyone else in here, and I don't have any actual plot sections. There's something here though, if somebody else wants to figure it out!

[rainbowpufflez]

“If I could go back, one thing I would do / Try to unravel, cut down, and unscrew / The first double helix that links me to you”

Wow, get a load of these guys. What’s wrong with them?

Also song inspo if anyone would like it! It’s where the top quote is from!

[svphirothlvr]

the way the cloaked dudes who supposedly follow sephiroth in rebirth kept going to fun places like costa del sol and the golden saucer is kinda funny to me, because i just imagine sephiroth going to those places and having a very mini vacation while the world is nearly in flames cuz of him

[chimerahyperfix]

CW: Graphic depictions of violence, lots of Death and Gore, Psychological horror for like 3 lines, mentions of drowning. Please read the tags and take caution. This one's more than a little visceral.

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The King is here.

You walk through crowded halls of rushing Housemaidens getting into defensive positioning. It's like fighting a wave in the ocean, hard to push through the crowd. You make do anyways, curling through paths you normally wouldn't take.

It's a big deal to everyone but you, at this point. This is the big event, the big fight; to you it's simply where time loops back. Just another day, y'know? You've done it over and over, and you'll probably keep doing it anyways.

It's odd, pushing through the crowd. Everyone is going one way and you are going another. Rushing versus strolling. Your hands are in the pockets of your lab coat. You're practically whistling, for crab's sake!

You simply cannot be bothered this loop. It's a failure from the start: you crabbed up making the bomb, which means you're crabbed from the very beginning. You climbed up the Favor Tree and wedged yourself between the braches for a few hours to pass the time, because looping back would be too much of an inconvenience, and you could just wait until the tears started spawning in the house to go back. The birds had a good time at least, one starting to craft a nest next to you.

You ghosted throughout the day, and now its go time. Everyone else is prepared and ready to fight for time itself, and here you are just. Walking. Realistically you're searching for a tear to stop it all before it starts, but luck isn't on your side this loop.

You can hear it, hear it-- the horrors. All the screams of those unfortunate enough to cross the King's path and fight back. It would be easier, for them, to just bow back and let themselves be frozen-- but no one wants to be frozen, because that's having choice itself stolen from you, a cage of ice to lock yourself in forever. It's just as bad as being dead. Stagnant and eternally screaming.

So they march to their deaths.

The King does not take kindly to the Housemaidens fighting back. Some loops, the House isn't prepared for his attack. Those loops are the nice ones, the less gorey ones. Less dead and more frozen bodies, because no one was prepared to brawl with the monster. He can just... swoop on through and take the House without more than a handful of casualties. This loop is one of the bad ones, because your fellow housemaidens were all prepared. You always think your prepared, too, to see the outcome, but you never truly are.

You turn into the main hall, and freeze still.

No matter how many loops you go through, the carnage always gets to you. There's a nasty, overpowering smell of iron in the air and big dark stains painting the walls, the floors and the roof. Bits and pieces of mashed guts and viscera. There were people in this hallway, once.

Not anymore.

It makes you sick to your stomach like every other time. Just the thought of it. There were people here and now there's only parts of them left. Just ten minutes ago or so, there were people here.

There were people here.

The gore goes in a trail down the hall. Paints practically everything-- including frozen people, if you look down the hall. All frozen with shock and absolute horror on their faces. You recognize some of them.

You try not to think about it.

You push on. Try to ignore the way the blood seeps into your shoes very fabric so they become damp. Try to ignore the fact you're trailing someone's very life behind you now with bloody shoe prints.

There are still no tears.

Plan B, then. The King himself.

You hate going against the King. It always ends terribly with you in agony. But that's the only option left right now, so you chase him down on his little path carved from the blood of the innocent. You find him quickly, too- just down the hall.

He stops before you can get too close. The smell in the air is overpowering, the sharp tang of blood and the burning sensation of the sugar.

"Burning one." He says to you. You're not sure where he pulled that one from: the nickname was something different at some point, but you've long forgotten what it was. Maybe it's the smell of burnt, rotting sugar or maybe it's the potions that burnt your throat. You're not sure anymore.

He just... stands there. Turns around and looks at you. You can feel the dead expression you're pulling as you stare back. Blood glints on his armor, shining and the worst sight in the world and all the same kinda beautiful in its own way? Like the lightless gore is the night sky itself, sparkling with little dots. Makes you feel sick just thinking that.

"How have you done it?" He asks. He asks it every time the two of you face off, the same five words. How. A inquiry. Something you have done, you shouldn't have, and he knows it.

You... think you've gotten it, now. Your hypothesis: How you wished. It's not something you were supposed to do. You did something different something WRONG, and it did something to time itself, tearing a hole in the fabric of space. It's wrong. It's wrong, and you know it and so does the King.

He stares in your direction. You think? Despite his hands, blood-stained as they are, not being infront of his face, the mop of hair is still in the way. You can feel the glare still. Enraged. Daggers in your side.

"I don't know." It's the truth.

"You don't know?"

"I don't remember."

The King goes silent. It's odd, having an actual conversation with him. Even if it was a tiny exchange, it still throws you off. He's willing to talk, even if just a question. He's never really talked to you-- or anyone, to your knowledge-- before.

"Ouuuuhhhh... of course you don't." He wails. It sounds like nails on a chalkboard to you. "You shouldn't have been able too, oohhh... not at all..."

He raises a fist up. It sparkles like the night sky, dark dripping from between his fingers. There's still someone's remains painted on them. Preemptively you brace and throw your arms up in an attempt to block.

It's a different thing that hits you. A new attack. A giant open palm slams into your chest, and you go flying backwards into the wall. The world turns to slow motion as something in you SNAPS. Crunches. Your bones shatter and explode with the force and speed, shooting little shards of agony everywhere.

It hurts. It HURTS. Pain rips through your entire body, and you realise you've started to scream when your chest begins to hurt. Blood splatters onto your glasses, blotting out your vision.

You look up at the King. How'd you get on the floor? How are you breathing, with no lungs? You can see fragments of bone stuck between the metal of his armor.

"Let this be a lesson to you, Burning one."

Metal clinks, and your vision swims-- dots in the corners, figures blur. Blood drips down into your left eye and paints half of your vision a dark shade. Nothing but pain.

Make it stop. Make it stop, make it stop make it stop-- it hurts, it hurts it hurts it hurts.

You

Simply stop thinking. Just for a moment.

So your brain can catch up! Yeah, sure. That's a good enough excuse.

Just. Pain. You are pain incarnate, and that's all you will be until you die slowly and loop back.

You

Blink,, and

The King. Is gone. You can hear him leaving, loud stomping footsteps dissapearing down a bloodstained trail, and you just stare.

How lucky, HOW LUCKY of you to be left alive this time. Like this isn't a fate worse than death. You gasp for air, and realise all you have left is blood filling your lungs.

It hurts. You want it to end, now. It's hard to see, over the blood and spots dancing across your eyes, but you see them; tears, floating around you. A quick out. You reach out, and the pain in you flares alive, ripping and tearing you apart. You feel like your flesh is going to peel off.

Your fingers brush into one of the tears, and you sob as the ice rolls down your arm and consumes you. It feels a hundred times better than what you were feeling before.

You freeze in time-- and luckily theres no nightmare you have to endure, you just wake back up at your desk. You spend a good chunk of the morning curled up in the bathroom getting sick, because, wow! That's the worst one yet! It's curled into your very being, the feeling of breaking your bones like rock candy, the feeling of drowning in blood.

You just... have to do it better this time, or... something. Hope is fading away into background static. You can't... do this anymore. It hurts too much. You want it to stop. Please make it stop.

[aldoodles]

Liar liar pants on fire

[herrscherofmagic]

So, I just finished the new Trailblaze Continuance mission (no spoilers here), and I'd like to share my thoughts. Although I haven't done the event that follows, so no spoilers for that please x-x

All i have to say is... what the f***!??!

/pos btw, this is a "WTF" in all the right ways

Out of all the crazy things that happened throughout the game's story so far... I don't know how Mihoyo managed to go even further off the rails.

and still write a beautiful story with a shockingly deep message.

and also weave in the iconic Trauma(tm) here and there.

I'm still processing what the in the name of the Aeons I just witnessed

Anyways, on a totally unrelated note, I hereby declare myself a ninja initiate!

[l3viat8an]

I am sooooo normal rn 😇

[grimalkinmessor]

So tired of all the fics that have Harry enjoy reading but it turns him into a snobby cynical asshole. Like reading would turn him into a different person completely. Shut the hell up maybe I just want to see him gushing over the latest fantasy series he stole from the nearest library and going absolutely fangirl insane when he sees a dragon for the first time, all while simultaneously backing as far away from his textbooks as possible and charging headfirst into a fight with a basilisk without researching a damn thing about it. LET HIM CONTINUE TO BE AN IMPULSIVE DUMBASS PLEASE I JUST WANTED HIM TO HAVE SOME COMFORT IN THE CUPBOARD LIKE DAMN 😭

[exhaustedoctopusstuff]

The opening of a downfall

the prologue of Y/n x Ticci Toby

Warnings- Slut shaming, death, car attacks, Lyra’s death, panic attack (I think???).

A/n- OMG my first chapter, I hope you guys like it. I am aware there might be some mistakes (⸝⸝ᴗ﹏ᴗ⸝⸝).

3rd person

The moonlight shines bright on the young girl’s face as she absentmindedly scrolls on her computer while Linkin Park blasts in her black MP3, she knows she has to deal with life tomorrow but at night is when she finally finds peace. She scrolled on Tumblr, MySpace, and even FaceBook liking and commenting without thinking until she saw a post from her neighbor. Before the girl realized it, the sun was slowly rising and she groaned as she turned off her MP3 and closed her laptop. She got up and started to get dressed for school, slowly her parents woke up her father looked at his daughter’s clothing and scoffed. “What?” She hissed as she put on her eyeliner, her father's wrinkled skin twitched “Listen here, I won’t you be like those oddballs who wear all black and worship the damn devil!’ he sneered as he stepped closer to her.

This was their daily routine: wake up, argue for about 25 minutes (10 if her father is late), wake up her mother, then everyone argues until they hear the baby cry. If it wasn’t for the Rogers family taking the spot of the most dysfunctional family then it would surely be her family. “I am not an ‘oddball’, Gosh you are so lame!” she grunted as she slammed her lip balm onto the bathroom counter, “Oh yeah I forgot your ‘Emo’. But you have no reason to be: you got a roof, food, clothes, all of those little gizmos you wanted.” He boasted and the daughter angrily stormed off. “Hey listen here, don’t walk away from me!” he called after her but she slammed her door angrily. She took out her red BlueBerry and typed to her friend, “Can you pick me up for school. Make sure to wait by the corner” and nearly immediately her friend responded, “Of, be there in 20 mins”.

The girl sat down at her vanity and did her makeup, and hair, and even fixed her chipped nails. She gasped at her phone buzzing and she quickly picked it up, “Hey, by the corner- I kinda feel like a pimp waiting for you like this.” a gentle voice joked. The girl laughed as she got her things, “Well I’ll be there soon, pimp Naomi.” They burst out laughing, and the girl strolls downstairs and walks to her baby sister's room. She always had a soft spot for kids and she always wanted a sister, she picked up a 7-month-old girl. “You know if it wasn’t for you, I would never come to this hell-hole of a house,” she whispers to the giggling baby and kisses her cheek before leaving the house.

Y/N POV

I sat in Naomi’s plush cushions in her car and I sighed softly as I look at her, “Y/n, omg have you heard Lyra fucking died?” Naomi gushed as she fixed her lip gloss in the car mirror. My eyes widen as I look at her, “No shit?” I gasped softly and Naomi's eyes widened in reality and hit her face. “O-Oh shit, I-I didn't mean to say it like that!” she stumbled as she reached over to me, she was the only person who knew I liked Toby and I liked his sister as if she was my own. She quickly pulled off and drove to school as she awkwardly glanced at the mirror here and there, my heart shattered weakly at the news. I slowly took a slow breath and looked at her, “How did she die.?” I mutter and she gulps softly as she fixes her push-up bra. “Car crash, dumb ass drunk driver. Toby’s in the hospital.” She scoffed as she gripped the wheel and I fixed my fringe weakly. The car was in an awkward silence before she put on SlipKnot and drove off. She always knew how to make me smile even in the darkest moments, but now I felt as if I couldn’t smile.

Naomi was my best friend since 3rd grade when she spat on my bullies because she felt bad for me. She is like a bimbo though, she barely has booksmarts and always has terrible instincts. She wears revealing clothes and when winter comes she’ll just throw on a jacket. Me and I were complete opposites, she loved pink and to be pampered but me- not so much. The only things we have in common is we get judged by our parents, movies, and even guys although Naomi loves metalheads.

As Naomi pulled up onto the school’s parking lot, I instantly hopped out of the car; I could only imagine how mangled and tangled Lyra’s corpse was. Naomi's eyes widened as she walked after me slowly. She was wearing leggings, a small jacket, furry Ugg boots, her leopard bra pushed up her chest and her pink blackberry was revealed. I felt tears pouring out and I busted open the restroom doors and sobbed softly in the last stall, “Y/N, where are you?!” She called out while banging on each stall. She pounded on each stall until she finally hit mine, “Y/N, please I’m so sorry- I should’ve been more sensitive.” she jerked at the stall. My tears streamed down my cheeks and my makeup was ruined: “Lyra’s is gone!” I yelped softly as I held my head in my hands, Naomi paused and sighed as she waited for me. I heard some people walk in but I couldn’t help but sob. “Ew who's crying?” I heard a snarky voice giggle, immediately Naomi barked at them “You never cried before or something?”. “Excuse me?! Yes I’ve cried but not in a school bathroom!” the voice shot back.

Naomi let out a huff and chuckle, “Oh please, your nudes were going around for like a month! You totally cried in the bathroom before you little slut.” she snorted back and the voice grumbled weakly before stomping away. I sniffle and roll my shoulders as I leave the stall and I groan, “God, I can’t believe it.” I look at myself pathetically and she strolls to me. She rubs my shoulders and smiles weakly, “Wanna skip homeroom and get some snacks from 7/11?” She questions and I nod my head as I pull away from the sink. “Yeah, I need to fix my makeup anyway.” I chuckle as I fix my fringe, my (acne, scarred, dark spots.) skin is revealed under the heavy makeup. Naomi took my hand and dragged my body out of the bathroom, she grabbed my (plump, slim, medium.) hips and pulled me closer to her. “Ugh, Naomi! You smell like oversprayed Victoria's Secret!” I whisper as I sneak away with her, luckily there weren't any guards and teachers by the parking lot yet.

Naomi drove more carefully but she was still yelling along with me on a Limp Bizkit song, I knew this was just a minor distraction but still- it was nice to be close to someone especially now. As we went into the 7/11, most of the students were here just chatting and talking while some were workers getting breakfast before their shift. Naomi rubs my (curly, coily, wavy, straight) hair making it more fuzzy and I groan weakly, “Come on y/n, we need to buy some snacks before the first period bell.” she snicker as she roams down the chip aisle. I walk down the candy alsie, I smile as I look at the chocolate bars. I pick up the ones Lyra liked and I quickly shove it in my pocket before walking away to grab some chips and a drink. Naomi met me at the reighters and she pulled out her wallet from her bra. “Want me to pay for that?” she questioned as her eyes met mine and I nodded quickly. She pulled out $20 dollars and grabbed the remaining change from the cashier who seemed to stare at her with a nervous smile. As we walked out I nudged her on the shoulder. “Ooh, someone has a crush on you.” I teased as I grabbed my chips and she scoffed, “Oh God no, he is so not my type.” she rolled her eyes as she got in the car.

As she drove to the school, I thought about Tobais and how he must feel. My heart ached for him knowing how hard this must be for him, losing his sister, having to deal with school, and dealing with his step-dad. I clutch my jacket and Naomi gently rub my (small, plump, medium) thighs and frown weakly as if she could read my face. I held her hand softly as she drove and I glimpsed the police tape around the forest that my family used to go to. I held her hand even tighter but as we passed by the tape, I couldn’t help but feel some buzzing. I whimper and grip my head tighter, it felt as if my head was threatening to explode. Naomi pulled over quickly and whimpered, “Y/n?! Hey Y/N, is everything okay?” she questioned with panic written all over her face. Suddenly, my mind drowned her worried voice and only images of Tobias and Lyra in that horrible crash, the screams, Lyra’s body, and Tobais eyes full of tears. The buzzing got louder and my heart raced, everything was thumping and throbbing in pain until I saw darkness.

A/n- ngl I thought I wrote more but wtv, I hoope you guys like it!! ദ്ദി๑>؂•̀๑)

[blackk-c0ffee]

Dammit. you got me back into undertale. 😭

GOOD :3 IM GLAD