#rivals to... idk man its complicated

[mercurialmagpie]

what if we put aside our lifelong rivalry fueled by a prophecy we had no say in for one night 😳 and got super drunk together at a party in the feywild 😳 and realized that the other wasn't as insufferable to be around as we thought and actually had a great time 😳

zinnia belongs to @ramenmom, delsanya is my dnd pc!!

[the-gayest-sky-kid]

but anyway is it weird if i say i have the opposite problem to that last post. like i feel like there's so much about how dazai is obsessed with chuuya but so little ive seen abt chuuyas thoughts on his pet loser yk

[bull-shit-suji]

kuro modern au stuff that i word vomited into my notes app

kind of a Vincent summoned sebastian to save ciel so ciel doesnt actually owe sebas anything

amnesia? idk

single dad moment! except theres this other dad whos kinda find.. (cough agni)

i think vincent was like do NOT let ciel know ur a demon so sebastian keeps it a secret but he doesnt have a good handle on like. Humans. so he kinda does a bad job and ciel definitely knows that he's weird but doesnt say anything. will go out of his way to gaslight you when sebastian does weird shit because he thinks its funny

"hey uhh is your dad levitating?"

"no?"

"he's flying above the school rn"

"that's a bird"

u think suddenly being a butler is hard? have fun being a dad bitch

alois is there but thats complicated. claude and hannah are DIVORCED but on decent terms (i think claude is like. toxic alpha male podcast type guy) and claude sees alois on alternating weekends!

are they demons? i dont know

i think ciel and alois can be friends. platonically. alois would probably say yes if ciel wanted to be romantic but i Promise you he does not. they are just pals :)

im saying ciel has a crush on elizabeth because i can (she's not his cousin here). emo boy x sunny church girl. said sunny church girl has to ask the mcdonalds employees for the blue raspberry slushie they forgot to put in ciel's order because emo boy is too scared.

IM 13 EVERYTHING SUCKSSSSS

grelle is actually living her best life transitioned with anne so they are ciel's aunts on his late mom's side. i think grelle likes ciel. mom figure moreso than anne is.

ciel owns four bongs and definitely a vape or two. come on now

he's also probably got celiac and is lactose intolerant he is just a feeble boy i think

he listens to twenty one pilots. sorry! sorry.

ciel is goth alois is punk those r kinda just the rules

ciel is insanely smart top of the class this shit is easy for him.

yells at sebastian daily. figured out what happened with his real parents around the age of uhhhh 12 or 13? has been an absolute terror ever since

"it was really nice of your dad to bring cookies for the field trip!"

"i hope he fucking chokes on one"

"oh!"

sebastian and claude are pta rivals.

"is this lemon bread store bought? my, how... efficient!"

"you made these from scratch? i can tell."

"i've never seen an interesting looking salsa! very exciting."

ciel purposefully invites alois over constantly bcus it pisses sebas off. alois is Terrified of that man.

"go grab the chips from the kitchen"

"but... what if mr michaelis is in there?"

"mr m- you mean my dad? tell him he can shove a faucet up his ass"

"id rather die on the spot"

sebastian will yell at ciel and is maybe a little emotionally unavailable but he's trying!!! it's hard :(

does that Dad thing where he comes into ciels room and is like hey bud......... what r u up to..

ciel and seiglinde r also palls. the smartest people in school

lizzie is a JOCK. she plays softball.

alois is a theater kid come on now

ciel is best at writing and literature analysis, specifically fiction. enjoys history, language, and Some sciences as well.

nerd

au where myspace is still a thing ciel has a myspace account

he definitely writes shitty poetry

wants to major in business

alois is a glee and pitch perfect truther

[demiesworld]

Can you write this?

Modern day Hantengu Quad Squad. College AU. The brothers are all in different classes but all are thirsting over the same girl who’s in some of their classes. They each try flirting with her, and she thinks she’s being hit in by the same guy numerous times.

【♛ demie: i like this idea it's super cute. idk if you listen to rnb songs, but this reminded me of the song "same girl" by usher & r. kelly.】

𝐢'𝐦 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐨𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐞, 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐥𝐞, 𝐪𝐮𝐚𝐝𝐫𝐮𝐩𝐥𝐞?! [kny]

anime: demon slayer

characters: sekido, karaku, aizetsu, urogi, akaza (mentioned), douma (mentioned), kokushibou (mentioned), rengoku (mentioned), & muzan (mentioned)

contents: swearing, suggestive content, college!au, human!clones, afab!reader, reader uses she/her pronouns.

notes: the hantengu brothers are all 22 years of age. everyone mentioned in this is described as being human. yes i made the infinity castle as infinity academy bc why tf not? also i do not understand how japanese schools operate, formally, so i am trying my best to keep this as accurate as possible. peep the hints i throw in before each brother is revealed :)

click here for more quad squad series!

You are a new transfer student at the Infinity Academy and today was your very first day at your new school. You were a student at your current school's rival, Kimetsu Academy, however due to some unresolved complications with them, you had transferred over to Infinity Academy. So far you thought the new school was quite captivating especially with its students that attended it. You met the top three popular seniors of the academy, Kokushibou, Douma, and Akaza. They were assigned by the head of the school, Muzan Kibutsuji, to give you a tour of the buildings.

Kokushibou you could describe as an alluring young male. He had shoulder-length wispy black hair that changed into red at the tips. His piercing eyes were the similar to the color of your mother's favorite wine sangria. You in addition admired his beauty for his smooth ivory skin. In short, you thought of him as being virtually handsome.

Douma, on the other hand, possessed a captivating semblance that you couldn't discern. You didn't know if it was because of his physical looks or the charismatic pull he had. Either way, you were for the time being amazed with the young man. He towered above you, as did most men do, and would look at you with those what you would call prism irises. You were unable to call them a specific color since they appeared to shift from hazel to blue to green and you swore you saw them change into a shade of purple. His platinum colored hair was a standout too.

Akaza appeared to be a delinquent and bad news in your opinion, at least before you learned more about him. While he was shorter than Kokushibou and Douma, he made up for it in his muscular build. He had pale blue colored eyes that you initially thought were false contacts. The black denim vest he was wearing with ripped out sleeves exposed three thick black stripes on each forearm. Not only that he had vibrant fuschia-dyed hair complemented by matching color wispy eyelashes.

Your impression of Kokushibou was being quite reserved and reticent while he along with his upperclassmen showed you around. Though he did speak up when either of the two men gave you false or wrong information about things. He would also reprimand the two from bickering and causing a scene in front of you. In the midst of the tour, Kokushibou had to leave early due to a class he was required to attend as the teacher's assistant.

Then there was Douma who you thought of as suspicious with his outlandish stories that he was telling you. You didn't believe any of them. You perceived his personality as being apathetic, immature, yet positively gravitating due to his charm and approachable demeanor. Had it not been for his backhanded comment about your school attire you would have showed an interest in him.

Lastly was Akaza, or as Douma revealed to you Hakuji. He promptly told you to only call him Akaza whenever you'd see him. He was certainly the most tolerable out of the trio. Douma had told you that Akaza was a former student at Kimetsu Academy, like you, before he transferred to Infinity Academy during his second year. When you asked Akaza why he had switched schools so suddenly, after Akaza had fought with Douma over revealing it to you, he briefly stated it was because of his behavior. Which he didn't want to elaborate to you, and you didn't want to continue after that.

They were a pretty interesting trio.

As soon as your little tour with the three upperclassmen had ended, you were escorted by Akaza to your homeroom class. Douma left you two alone because he had "better and important" things to do. Which you two were thankful for, because Douma was exasperating. Akaza let you know that since you were a sophomore your classes would be held in a different building than theirs, and you wouldn't be seeing much of them after today. You told him you would be fine and watched him leave before walking into your homeroom.

You were greeted by an almost empty classroom, which you understood because you showed up just five minutes early before the bell even rang. There were a few students that sat in desks and were occupied with either their phones, doodling in notebooks, or talking in small groups. Plenty of empty chairs as well. You walked over to an empty desk, placing your backpack on the top of the desk.

The small group of students had stopped talking amongst each other to give you quick glances. You heard them being silent and gave them a side-eye glare, but didn't acknowledge their presence.

Just then a male student with shoulder-length wavy black hair and the finest of sun-kissed skin strolled through the threshold of the classroom. As he entered, he lifted a hand up to tap against the top frame of the door. He had his bag slung over his right shoulder, his arm unintentionally flexing his muscles because of the secure grip he had. A wide toothy beam was on his face as he went over to the teacher's desk and started to shuffle through the papers that were neatly aligned.

"Come on, I know you fucking graded my shit already teach'," the boy murmured to himself while continuing his aggressive search for whatever it was.

At that moment the homeroom teacher walked in holding a stack of papers in his hands. When he saw the male student at his desk, messing with his graded assignments, he sternly exclaims, "Hantengu!" The student flinches when he hears his surname being yelled and turned on his heel to face the teacher when he warns, "Get away from my desk, now."

The young male held a hand up in surrender and said, "Relax teach' I was just looking for my test from yesterday." He took a step away from the desk when the teacher was coming towards it.

"Your test isn't even on my desk, boy. I knew you would try to find it, so I hid it from you." The teacher took a seat at his chair and glared daggers at the guy. "You're gonna have to wait till fourth period, now go sit down."

After clicking his tongue then making a muttered comment about waiting till the end of the day, the male student turned his back to the teacher to go to his desk. Which was the same spot that he'd sit in during his fourth period class, and the spot you were now occupying. He stopped in his tracks when he saw his currently filled in seat. His eyes had a gleeful gander when he saw you there. He had to admit you were pretty damn cute in the black pleated skirt, black thigh-high socks, white low top sneakers, a nice snug cream collared shirt, and beige cardigan.

A sly smile came on his lips, "Well damn," he said aloud, the young male went over to sit in the empty desk behind you. When he walked past he made a flirtatious comment, "It's not even my birthday, but I got a nice piece of cake sittin' in my seat."

You turned around in the chair to face him with a pointed glare, "Excuse me?"

"You heard me, sweet cheeks," He responds to you with a grin on his handsome face. "You must be new here then, because usually people don't sit in my seat."

Instead of antagonizing him about the nickname he just gave you, you crossed your legs and folded your arms to your chest. "And why don't people sit in your seat? I don't see a name on it."

He points up to the air vent that's directly above your head. "I get hot pretty quick, so I like to be 'neath the air vent right here." He puts his hands behind his head, reclining in the chair and facing up at the ceiling. "But you're fine sittin' right there, sweet cheeks, because after all," he lowers his head to look at you with a grin. "You're keepin' my seat warm 'nd I like the view."

You were flabbergasted by his attitude, but you couldn't hide the smile that was twitching on your face. You uncrossed your arms and leaned forward in the direction of this gleeful student. You ask, "What's your name Mr. Hantengu?" You use his surname as a way to tease him.

He rolled his eyes at you playfully and cracks into a smile when he hears your laughter. He likes it. "Don't call me that." He says, then adds, "My name is Urogi. What 'bout yours sweet cheeks?"

You tell him your name at the same time the bell rings the loud piercing dinging muffling your voice. Urogi was about to ask you to repeat yourself, but you turn around in your seat and face away from him. He pouts when he doesn't get to see your face anymore.

During the homeroom teacher going over the code of conduct, the academy's upcoming events, and other things that you weren't quite familiar with. You felt a tap on your shoulder and looked over it to see Urogi smiling at you.

You mouthed the word, "What?"

He murmurs, "I ain't bring a pencil with me today do you have one?"

What kind of student doesn't bring a pencil out of all things to school? Apparently Urogi does since he doesn't have one and is asking you for a spare. You were about to tell him "no" but he gave you a pleading stare. You fell for it and begin to dig through your own backpack for a spare pencil.

"I can't believe you just show up to school of all places without a pencil. Talk about being unprepared." You quip before handing him a pink mechanical pencil.

Urogi says as he grabbed the pencil, "Hey for your information, I do bring pencils to school," He then adds, "I just forgot to put my school stuff in my backpack this morning."

"Why were they not in there?" You wondered with a slight chuckle. You found Urogi to be quite the comical person, he was like a character in your opinion.

"I use my backpack as a gym bag." He said bluntly then presses down on the eraser to eject the lead. It was then he finally noticed that the pencil you had given him was pink. "What the- why the hell did you give me a pink pencil?"

"It was the only one I had in my bag," You lied. You actually had a pencil case with tons of other colors in your bag. You just thought of a masculine man like Urogi walking around with a pink pencil would be silly.

Urogi goes to argue with you about it, but you turn your back to him and ignore him during the rest of the class period. As soon as the class comes to an end, you are gathering your things and standing up from your seat. Urogi is doing the same as you.

"Well," you sigh, "I guess this is where we part ways, Mr. Hantengu." You sling your backpack over your shoulder mimicking Urogi's posture.

Urogi chastises you, "I told you not to call me that," He then rolls his eyes at how you're copying him. "You're such a little tease."

You cover a giggle with your hand then walk away from him. Urogi stood there for a moment just to watch you walk. Your hips rotating with every step you took. He knew that this school year with you would be fun. Especially since you were a new piece of eye candy. One that he hoped to snag a date with.

You read what class was next on your schedule and you let out a groan when you saw it was calculus. Of course it had to be that. You absolutely despised calculus since it was a difficult subject for you. The walk to your designated class room was dragged on because you weren't keen on attending it. But you had to, or else you'll be in trouble on your first day at this new academy.

You crossed through the threshold of the classroom's door and made a bee-line to an empty seat. The desks were aligned into three rows of five. In the upper right corner of the room beside the closed curtained window was a head of black wavy hair laying on top of a navy blue backpack. You opt to take a seat next to the person on their right.

From the corner of your eye you caught a glimpse of the person's face. You furrow your eyebrows confusedly when you saw that it was Urogi sitting there next to you. If you remember correctly, you did leave the homeroom class before him. Though when you went to get a good look at their face you saw that his features were a bit softer. He looked like he was sleeping peacefully too. His lips were slightly parted as light snores came from him. It didn't make sense to you because Urogi was definitely wide awake and talkative during homeroom class.

You then had a hunch he was doing this to annoy you. You did had the impression that Urogi was a playful individual. So without a second thought you took a hold of the backpack and snatched it from underneath his head. With a thud his head hit the table and he jolted up in his seat.

"I'm awake!" He yelped, and then looked at his surroundings. He looks to his left, and then to his right. He sees you holding his backpack in your grasp and surprisingly he asks you in a soft voice, "I-I didn't sleep during the whole class again did I? Oh... that's so embarrassing." he covers his face with his hands.

You snicker at his confusion, and you revealed, "You didn't sleep through the whole class. You still have like three minutes before the class begins." You return to him back his backpack.

He takes the backpack and slides it in between his legs underneath the desk. "Oh... well I guess that is nice to hear." He sighs, and griped, "I just wish the school day would be over already. The fact that my first period class is this is absolutely dreadful."

You snort, "You and me both buddy."

There was something odd about Urogi. He was lacking that cheerful strong tone and instead had a somber soft voice. You didn't point it out though. You just assumed that maybe calculus was as much as his least favorite subject as it was yours. Then again calculus class couldn't possibly change a whole person's attitude right? ...Or could it?

You ignore the now sorrowful Urogi and go to focus on your attention on the class beginning. The teacher saw that you were a new student and asked that you introduce yourself to the class. To which you did, you stated your name and the previous school you had came from. Some people raised eyebrows when they heard you say you originated from Kimetsu Academy. Their rival school.

In calculus class, the teacher had given each student including you, a worksheet with formulas to answer. Once the teacher told you all that this worksheet would be timed and based on how many correct answers you got you had all started on it. The teacher did mention that a classmate could help a classmate.

You saw "Urogi" reaching into his backpack and take out a wooden pencil. You narrow your eyes at him and sneer, "You're such a liar." He turned his head to you with a bewildered expression and you continued, "I gave you a pencil during homeroom when you had one this whole time!"

He had a frown on his face as he answered you, "You did not... give me a pencil."

You curled your lips at the male and turned your attention to the worksheet that you needed to complete. He stared at you still confused. As far as Aizetsu knew, he never met you and didn't see you in his homeroom class at all. He looks down at the worksheet he was given; the formulas on the page was intimidating to him. He winced when he saw the numbers on the page slowly shift and jump around. He brought a hand up to his hair, and started pulling at his locks.

You could hear some grunting come from the man beside you. You gave him a side-eye while he was reading the piece of paper almost fearfully. His teeth were clenched, eyebrows furrowed, and a frown was on his lips. He looked pitiful compared to the charismatic man he was earlier.

While you weren't entirely good at calculus, you did recognize the formulas shown to you and could do them. You figured that Urogi struggled worse than you. A part of you wanted to just ignore him and let him suffer, however that sympathetic conscious you had seemed to overpower.

You sighed reluctantly as you scoot your desk closer to him and slam a hand on his paper. "Which one are you having problems with?" You questioned. Aizetsu glanced at you and you looked down at his paper. You emphasized, "You didn't even fill the first one out?"

He flinches, "Please don't yell at me," he then adds in a soft murmur, "I already get yelled at enough from Sekido."

You don't catch what he says rather you help him with his worksheet while at the same time completing yours. You only assisted him with the problems that you were familiar with and left him with the rest of the questions.

"Thank you..." he says softly to you, "For helping me with this. I have a learning disorder and things like this are hard for me."

You want to just pull him in for a hug and tell him it would be okay. To give him comfort. For him to reveal to you of his learning disability, you thought it was peculiar since you don't know him very well. However you chose to again ignore it. You suck your teeth and dismissively wave a hand to him. "No need to thank me. I just didn't want to see you struggle by yourself."

Aizetsu was surprised by your honesty and your kindness. It was normal for most people to reject helping him with calculus. The teacher would offer help the best they could however they couldn't just do it all of the time. Thus that left Aizetsu struggling with answering the equations all on his own. It was people like you who made him think that maybe there are nice people out there. You were admirable.

He lets a smile grow on his face, "Well you are rather kind."

You brush away the butterflies that you get in your stomach. He was admittedly cute the way he was acting with you now. You scoot your chair away from his desk to give him room. Soon enough the class ended, putting an end to both of your disdain for it. The bell rang signifying the conclusion, and you start to gather your things.

"E-Excuse me... I was wondering if maybe you'd... well... would you be interested in tutoring me with this?"

You look over your shoulder to see him standing there looking hopefully at you. Your eyes look him up and down, and Aizetsu felt as though you were going to ridicule him. He shifts his feet nervously, anticipating for you to reject his request. You surprise him again when you tell him yes.

"You will?" He asks.

You nod your head and respond, "I will give you my phone number so we can set up a time and place where we can do it." You take out a strip of paper from your backpack and write down your phone number along with your name to give to him.

Aizetsu delicately takes the paper away from you with a shy yet appreciative smile on his face. He goes to speak, but you interject, "That doesn't give you the right to bombard me with messages. Do you understand?" You point a finger at him.

He shake his head and stammers, "I-I won't do that to you. I promise."

You just grunt then walk away from him. He watches as you exit the classroom as he stands there holding onto the piece of paper written with your phone number on it. This was new for him. He had never achieved in getting a girl's phone number by himself before. He'd had to rely on Urogi or his older brothers for that. Aizetsu neatly folded the paper into a square and safely put it into the zipper pocket of his backpack.

As you were in the hallways of the building you read which class was up next for you. General chemistry. Nice another class that you definitely struggled in. Chemistry to you was similar to math. It involved numbers, letters, and most importantly you were dealing with elements. You roll your eyes, following the map to the classroom. The room was located on the third floor, so you had to walk up three flights of stairs just to get there. That was just strange. Who would keep a chemistry class on the top floor of a building? Didn't they know a thing about fires?

You cross through the threshold of the door into your second period class. As you take a seat at a vacant desk you see that there is a backpack with a leaf keychain sitting beside you. You hear the sound of a man laughing, and look at where it's originating from. You see him again. What the fuck? Does he have like every class with you or something? He's apparently laughing at something a girl is saying to him and for some reason this irks you.

You won't admit that you're jealous that "Urogi" is showing another girl attention. You refuse to. Your pride is way too high. Plus you've decided that he is no longer worth your time.

He says good bye to the girl at the classroom door before going over to the seat that is next to yours. Just great. You managed to sit beside him out of all people, and now you couldn't move because the other seats were being filled up. Looks like you'll have to endure his presence during this class. Hopefully this will be your last time seeing him for the day.

Karaku shakes hands with his male classmates, and winks at the female students. He knew he was a total flirt, but he didn't actively pursue a woman. In his belief, the right one would fall right into his lap when the time is right. That's why when girls would come up to him with love letters and confessions he would have to turn them down. He was popular among the women. Even the female teachers had somewhat of an attraction to him.

He was an handsome young man. He had long wavy black hair, tan skin, and a body that people described as being sculpted by the Greek gods. Plus he was the tallest out of all of his brothers. He stood at a towering 6"2' packed with beefy muscles. His smile was what brought out his looks since he had canines. Just recently he had gotten a tongue piercing to amplify his charm.

The young tan male took a seat next to you, not paying you attention and went out to take out his notebook for Chemistry class. This agitated you and you sneered, "You should give me back my pencil and my phone number you damn jerk."

Karaku thought you were talking to someone else and didn't respond to you. Although when you say, "Hey you asshole, I'm talking to you." he looked at you from the corner of his eye.

"Can I help you?"

"Yes you can," you snapped, "I want my phone number and my pencil that I loaned you. If you're such a big hot shot around here then you don't need any part of my help with tutoring." You stuck out your open palm up hand expectantly.

He thought this was just a game to test him. He played along and leaned in close to your face, "What if I don't want to give it away? I think I earned the right to keep it."

You start to fume and you groan frustratedly into your backpack. He just chuckles at your reaction, folding his arms behind his head and leaning back in his chair. Karaku didn't know who you were, but there was something about your attitude that attracted him. You were feisty and he liked that. Most girls would throw themselves at him, but you didn't do that.

Albeit he was confused about why you were hassling him about a pencil and phone number. He never met you until now!

The chemistry teacher began teaching the class and showing you all how to add compounds. As you were listening to the lesson, Karaku nudged you with his elbow. He asks in a whisper, "You never told me your name stranger."

"You already know my name you idiot. We're in the same homeroom and first period!"

"No I don't. I don't even remember you."

Did this guy fall on his head or something? Was he dropped at birth? Also why in the hell did he keep changing clothes? Why was his voice changing was he going through puberty again?

For the second time, you guessed it was, that day you were flabbergasted. You knew that Urogi knew who you were, and he kept playing around with your mind like this. If you knew he was a pathological liar with apparently a short-term memory you would have avoided being interested in him. You wouldn't have loaned him your pencil and given him your phone number out of the kindness of your heart.

You snarl, "I want for you to remember this. If I ever see your face again, things for you are going to get nasty."

"Ooh~" He then remarks, "I never would have guessed a pretty thang like you would be into that." His eyes openly ogle at your figure. "Then again that skirt and those thigh-highs you're wearing tell me everything I need to know."

Your face heats up as you lean away from him. Following that you implore, "What do you mean by that?" your voice trembling just slightly.

Karaku has this sly toothy grin on his face. You could see the sharp teeth he had as well as the brief flicker of his tongue piercing. In a low smoky voice he answered, "Easy access."

Throughout the rest of the duration of class you focus your attention onto the lessons the teacher was showing you. You didn't say another word to the man that was sitting beside you. Even as he was unknowingly flicking out his tongue when he was fixated on writing notes into his book. You could smell his cologne and he smelled so good. He smelled like a roasted peach and honey. Your eyes glance at the prominent veins in his hands and arm. His fingers were long and nimble.

No you couldn't be finding him sexy. You were pissed at him!

Karaku takes a deep breath then releases it, his strong firm chest rising and falling in the fitted two tone henley shirt he wore. He slithers out his tongue and thoughtlessly wiggles it around. You were just so happened to be watching him, and he just so happened to see you from the corner of his eye. When your eyes met, you jolt and look away meanwhile he just smirked and scooted his chair closer to yours.

"Listen pretty girl, if you just want a chance with me all you have to do is ask. I will definitely make it worth your while." He places his hand on your knee, what a bold move on his part.

Though you don't buy into his act. Urogi can be a pathological liar with short-term memory loss and a damned flirtatious pervert all his life if he wanted to. You, on the other hand, was not going to be a victim to his charades.

You swat the hand that was on your knee with yours. You threatened him, "You touch me like that again, and I will suffocate you."

Karaku thought you set yourself up for what he had to say next because what you just said to him was an open door. For him to respond, "Suffocate me? Let's be honest babe, if you suffocate me with those thighs of yours, I think I'll die a happy man."

Abruptly, the teacher told you all to begin packing your things as the next bell was going to ring soon. You start to do just that. Anything to get away from Urogi and his advances. To refrain from seeing his handsome face and hearing his painfully deep sensual voice. You hop out of your chair at the same time the bell does go off. In a rush you dash out of the chemistry classroom and dart down the staircase to get to the second floor of the building. You were panting by the time you made it there. You reach into your bag to grab your schedule and your third class before your lunch break started was global history.

This was a class you could enjoy. As it talked about what you knew best which was in fact historical events from many countries. This would be your last class before your lunch break. You could do this. You read the map and luckily the classroom was located on the second floor. Great. You didn't have to be running a marathon up and down stairs.

You make your way to the classroom, you felt drained already and the day wasn't completely over yet. You begin to wonder if maybe Douma was as insufferable as Urogi. Sure, the senior student did make that backhanded comment earlier about your outfit. However, his personality was nothing in comparison to Urogi. Who, in fact, must have split personalities! Because how can someone go from being happy to sad to a flirty bastard? Also the nerve, the audacity he had to touch you on your knee like that during chemistry class! How rude.

Once again you remind yourself that this is just the third period before your lunch break. As you enter the classroom you greet the teacher that is sitting at the desk with a friendly nod and wave. You inform them that you were a new student to the school. They welcome you and ask if you were comfortable with introducing yourself when class begins. You agree to it, and then go to find yourself a seat. Unlike this time you take a seat in the center of the room rather than in a corner.

Like routine, the classroom fills up with students and you think to yourself that you won't be seeing Urogi again. You were wrong. After you had introduced yourself to the class, the teacher shortly announced there would be an assignment you all had to do in pairs. You watch as student after student found the other half to their assignment. Meanwhile you were left alone. Your eyes scan the classroom for anyone, and then you froze.

What the absolute fuck?

There he was again! He changed clothes again, and this time he didn't look to pleased to see you either. He had this scowl on his face when your eyes met his. Your mind was racing with thoughts as to why he could be so pissed off with you.

Was he angry that you rejected his advances? No, no one should look at a person as if they hated every fiber of their being like this. The way he was glaring at you seemed like he wanted to destroy you. Or was this another trick he wanted to play with you since you were after all the new student to this academy? You convince yourself that that must be it. Urogi was behaving like Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, simply because you were just a new student. One minute he's a happy clam next he's a sheepish fool then he's a flirty perverted bastard, and now he was a bitter man. You come to the conclusion, that maybe it was tradition for new students to suffer pranks from him.

You weren't going to be sucker for his shenanigans.

You match the energy that "Urogi" was giving you now. Your face also changed from a look of fear to one of annoyance.

"Are you just going to stare at me all day?" He grumbled.

You shrug your shoulders walking over to the empty seat beside him and tossing your backpack onto the surface of the desk. "I don't know, Hantengu, are you going to keep following me around like a damn fly?"

Sekido didn't know how you knew of his surname, but then again he and his brothers were quite the popular guys at Infinity Academy. He suspected that you must be one of Urogi's or Karaku's little playthings. Though you had guts to call him out of his name as other students didn't do that to him. Let alone talk to him because of his callous and blunt personality.

"What the hell are you talking about woman?"

"You know exactly what I'm talking about. Don't play dumb with me you jerk. First I give you a pencil when you already had one, then you keep my phone number, and you had the balls to feel on me during the last class we had together." You let out a scoff, "You're a real piece of work."

The male next to you grunted, "You're either on drugs or you lost your mind. I'm just going to assume you've lost your fucking mind, because who do you think you are talking to me like that?"

"Who do you think you are you psychopath!" You shout in a hushed tone.

Sekido growls, "I'm going to ignore you. This is just childish and pointless arguing with an imbecile like you. I'm better than that."

You now conclude that Douma was more tolerable than "Urogi" was.

The two of you sit in silence in the classroom, just working on the assignment that the teacher had given you. This was a stressful first day at a new school for you. You let out an exhausted sigh as you rub your temple, feeling a headache like no other swelling in your head. From the corner of his eye, Sekido noticed your pained expression and uncomfortable posture next to him. His eyes drift down to his backpack resting beside his feet and he remembers that he carries headache relievers whenever a migraine of his comes around. Even though you and him don't know each other, and most definitely got off on the wrong foot, Sekido's sympathetic heart couldn't bear to see you in discomfort.

You were startled when something was slammed down on the desk in front of you. A large veiny hand covering a small object before it moved away to reveal a white pill container. The brand on it was one you recognized as being used to relieve headaches. You turn your head to "Urogi" next to you, a look of shock on your face.

He curled his lips at you and folded his arms across his chest. "Take it or leave it." He grumbles.

You wanted to just sass him for speaking to you rudely, but then again you did have a headache and while he was being an asshole to you. He was generous enough to let you take a pill to get rid of your headache. So you did the smart choice of opening the pill bottle and poured two red tablets into your hand.

"Let me guess you don't even have anything to drink either?" Sekido asked you, and he grunts when you look at him with a sheepish smile. Coming to the rescue once more, he takes out a room-temperature bottle of water out of his backpack and not-so-delicately placed it on the table in front of you. "You're welcome." He said.

You took the pills along with the water and handed the pill container back to him. You were going to return the water bottle as well, but he immediately told you, "Are you dumb or something? I don't need that back! You keep it!"

"I didn't even touch it with my lips-"

"Doesn't matter. I gave it to you, so keep it." Sekido huffs.

You murmur a timid, "Okay," and take a sip of the water. Afterwards, Sekido seizes your worksheet and looks at it. You go to take it away from him, but he holds a hand out to your face pushing you away. His narrowed eyes reading over the questions you had completed. He growls as he squeezes the sheet of paper in his hand.

He hisses, "This... the answers you've written for these questions are wrong." He tosses the paper back in front of you and scoots his chair closer to yours. He points a finger at one of the odd numbered questions you answered. "It's 1918 when the Spanish flu devastated Japan, not 1819. And this, is not the correct emperor of Japan during the Taisho era. The emperor was Yoshihito Taisho. It's literally in the name, damn it."

As he was continuing to show you the correct answers, you sat there gawking at him and was admiring him. While you did have to admit "Urogi" was handsome, but with how close he was to you now you could see the small details he had on his face. Long thick eyelashes, pointed nose, bold eyebrows and a stronger chiseled jawline that flexed each moment he clenched his jaw. Not to forget he had gorgeous tan skin. You could smell a light hint of cinnamon emanating from him.

You were so lost in staring at him that you didn't see him stop lecturing you until he snapped his fingers in front of your face. "Huh?" you sounded.

Sekido frowns, "Did you not listen to a word I said? I corrected your work for you, woman."

Your eyes look down to the crumpled sheet of paper that was now covered in red corrective marks and then back to him. Shockingly, at least to Sekido, you kindly smile at him and say, "Thank you for your help."

He grunts, "I'm helping you out because I don't want to get a bad grade on this assignment."

"You know you don't have to make excuses and reasons to justify your actions. If you're doing a kind act out of the kindness of your heart, then an explanation isn't needed." You then add, "I guess I should say I'm sorry for acting mean towards you too today. I didn't mean to yell and insult you like that. I was irritated because you took away a pencil, my phone number, and flirted with me during our last few classes."

Sekido's eyebrows raised and he whispers, "Last few classes?"

You either ignore it or you don't hear it. Either way you continue, "So you can keep my phone number and my pencil if you really want it that badly. Though I think pink makes you look silly, Urogi." You giggle.

'Urogi?' He thinks.

The bell rings signifying the end of the third period class and your lunch break. You gather up your belongings and wave goodbye to "Urogi" before you exit the classroom. Sekido feels butterflies in his stomach as he watches you walk away. While you were in his eyes a hothead for arguing with him, he knew you had a soft side and now he believes that he has one too. He gathers his things and makes his way to the cafeteria.

On his way there he grouped up with his brothers in the hallway. Each of them looked to be in a good mood. Shockingly, Aizetsu was smiling as he walked with a perk in his steps. Sekido grunts as he lead the other three to the cafeteria.

"...You should have seen her Karaku, I think you really would have liked her. She had the prettiest sparkling eyes. Her body is a literal work of art. Like Leonardo Dicaprio made it himself." Urogi told his identical twin, his arms folded behind his head as they walked.

Aizetsu interjected, "I think you meant Leonardo Da Vinci, Urogi."

"Whatever 'Zetsu. Why do you look so happy anyways? You're usually in a more sour mood like Sekido." Urogi grins when he hears the eldest brother huff and sees distance himself from their group.

The blue-eyed quadruplet softly says, "Hm, well... I-I got a girl's p-phone number?"

"What?!" Karaku and Urogi both exclaim.

Karaku points a finger at Aizetsu, "You? You got a girl's phone number and without our help? How?!"

Urogi snickers, "I bet he probably paid to get her number."

"Y-You're wrong! She gave her number to me and I didn't even have to ask her."

Karaku awes, "No way..." he smirks proudly at his younger brother and folds his arms across his broad chest, "Well I'll be damned Aizetsu. Looks like you do have that dawg in you."

Urogi disagrees, "He don't have shit. I betya' he's lyin' and this is all in his scrambled head."

While the three of them bicker with each other, Sekido calmly piles food on his tray at the buffet bar. His brothers follow suit, but still carried on with their conversation.

"Was she in one of your classes Aizetsu?" asked Urogi while he took a bowl of beef curry onto his plate.

Aizetsu nods his head and hums, "Yes. She was in my first period class this morning. When she woke me up, she claimed that I stole her pencil during homeroom class, but I don't even remember seeing her in there." He places a scoop of rice on his tray.

Karaku implies with a grin, "You're always sleeping during your morning classes so I bet 10 out of 10 you were asleep."

"I only sleep during my first period class Karaku."

As the four of them were done getting their food, Urogi turned to Aizetsu and asked, "If she's right here in this cafeteria point her out."

The second youngest of the brothers looked out into the crowd of people in the cafeteria. Aizetsu's eyes searched for you in the midst of the room. His lengthy time it was taking to find you made his brothers suspicious of his claim.

"Aizetsu," Sekido growls, "If you think this is funny-"

"There! There she is! That's her!" Aizetsu shouted excitedly, and he pointed his finger in your direction.

The brothers all look to where he's pointing and yes. It was you. The girl from Urogi's homeroom class. The girl from Karaku's chemistry class. The girl from Sekido's global history class. It was you. A girl that gave their pathetic brother Aizetsu their number.

"Her?" Urogi exclaims.

"Her?" Karaku questions.

"Her." Aizetsu sighs.

None of the brothers, beside from Sekido, could have figured out what was going on. The eldest of the quadruplets knew. Now he understoof why you yelled at him during global history class. You were in Urogi's homeroom when you gave him a pencil, saw Aizetsu in your first period when you gave him your phone number, then met Karaku in second when he was flirting with you, and lastly you met him and you assumed Sekido was all three men combined. You most likely didn't come to the fact that they were all quadruplets. This all made sense to Sekido now, why you called him Urogi before you departed earlier.

This was going to be great because not only did his younger brothers have a crush on you, so did he! He just didn't want to admit it. Sekido scoffs and turns his head away from your direction. His brother, Aizetsu, carries his tray with him while he shuffles to your empty table. His three brothers following closely behind him.

Aizetsu greets you, "H-Hi Y/N."

You look up from scrolling on your phone and to Aizetsu standing there not noticing the other men behind him. "Oh it's you again... and you changed back to your first period's clothes."

He frowns at your words, "I've been wearing this all day."

That's when you say with a snide, "Uhh...no you have not? Each class we were in you would change your clothes and act like a totally different person."

That's when the other brothers emerged from behind Aizetsu and they were looking at you pointedly. You finally notice them and your heart pounds when you see that every "Urogi" from your classes was its own person. There's "Urogi" from homeroom, the "Urogi" from chemistry, and the "Urogi" from global history. You stand up from your seat and pointed a shaky finger at all four of them. You could feel your heart drop into your stomach.

"W-What... so there's four of you Urogi?"

The real Urogi shrugged his shoulders and wiggles his hand while saying, "Eh... yes and no. Yes because they are all my older brothers and we're quadruplets. No, because they're all nothin' compared to the original." He grins.

Karaku adds, "And our names are all not Urogi. I'm Karaku." He delicately takes a hold of your hand placing a gentle kiss on the top of it. A sly smile on his lips, "It's nice to meet you."

The blue-eyed sibling introduced himself, "I'm Aizetsu,"

Then Sekido grunted, "Sekido."

You break out into a nervous fit of laughter as you stood there with your hand still in Karaku's hold. You blurted, "Ahaha! You've got to be joking! I don't want to believe it, but it's right here in front of me. S-So you're all brothers?!"

Karaku chuckles, "You got that right babe!"

Suddenly you could feel yourself getting weak and your skin becoming clammy. Sekido sensed it first because he told Karaku, since he was still holding your hand, to catch you before you fell. You did. You fell right into Karaku's arms, unconscious after the reveal of Urogi just being a quadruplet. The brothers, mainly Aizetsu and Urogi, fret over what to do with you. Sekido ordered them all to go to the nurse's office with you being carried in Karaku's arms. Urogi was jealous that he got to do it and not him.

He was also irritated that he found out, while you were unconscious, all of his brothers had an interest in you. All of them, including Sekido, which was strange to Urogi because he thought Sekido was virtually unsociable. It just wasn't fair, it wasn't right. He had met you first, and he had first dibs on you. Had they ever heard of the bro code? Apparently not.

"Oh I feel terrible that she's like this because of us. Do you think she's ever going to wake up? Poor thing." Aizetsu was worried for your wellbeing as he stood the closest to the cot you laid in and stroking your hair.

Urogi clenches his fist at Aizetsu and snarls, "You get your hand off of her! Don't touch her like that! She's mine!"

As soon as he heard that, Karaku objected, "Sorry to burst your bubble Urogi and 'Zetsu, but she's mine." He then adds, "She would want to be with a real man, not with a little kid."

"We're the same age you idiot!" Urogi yells at him.

"Didn't Sekido mention that she said you were inappropriately touching on her during class?" Aizetsu recalls and then he continues, "I think she is deserving of someone who will be gentle with her rather than an inconsiderate pervert." He side-eyes his older brother.

"Why you-"

Sekido interrupts Karaku by hitting him with a backpack. Then he repeats the action to Urogi and Aizetsu. Aizetsu whines in protest since he didn't actually get hostile like the other two. Sekido growls at for them to shut up and pointed out that you were waking up on the bed. They all turned their attention to your figure, stirring on the bed and your eyelids fluttering. You opened your eyes to see the four of them surrounding you on the bed.

You let out a sigh and cover your eyes with your arm. You lament, "How long was I out?"

"Ten minutes." Sekido answered you.

"...So you're all quadruplets?" You changed the topic and go to sit up, but Aizetsu told you to just take it easy. Your eyes look at each one of them for the first time and see that they did had their differences. You see that Aizetsu had blue eyes, Karaku's eyes were like a green color, Urogi's eyes were hazel almost golden, and Sekido had a red undertone in his dark eyes. Urogi and Karaku looked the most similar so you assume they were identical twins.

Karaku responds to your question, "Yeah we're quadruplets, but me and Urogi here are identical twins. The rest of us are fraternal."

You nod your head then sit up on the bed again. You feel slightly better than before. "So..." You heard Urogi say, "Do you have a boyfriend?"

Just as they were going to chastise him, you promptly replied with a happy smile, "Yes, I do have a boyfriend!"

"What?!" The quadruplets exclaim.

"He goes to Kimetsu Academy, though, he doesn't go to this school of course. I plan on seeing him after my day is over." You explain to them while getting out of the bed and grabbing your backpack. "You can keep my number, Aizetsu, if you ever need help with calculus."

The brothers are appalled to find out that you had a boyfriend. This whole time you were a taken woman. They watch you leave and then decide to go about their day. It was hurtful for them to have to respect your relationship despite being so enamored with you. It was also even more painful when they discovered that afternoon your boyfriend was none other than Kyojuro Rengoku.

What a pity.

notes: this is finally finished! omg this took me forever to do. i thought i was going to have to deny this request but i think it came out pretty good! and do you guys like the new layout for the hantengu quad squad series? lol made by yours truly. leave feedback and reblog please lovelies!

© 2023 demiesworld. pls do not plagarize or repost on other sites without permission.

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(idk if I'm supposed to pick a specific pairing or not... but anyway, I love drabbles so pick whatever random thing you want.)

Tbh I'm not sure either! If you want a specific pairing or number it's fine, but I can also randomize it for you!

Randomized, you got Weskennedy and #19 (a kiss underwater)! Sorry if that's not your thing 😭 I just put all the pairings I like on a wheel asjsjdjs and also this turned out really long

From this ask game

The fluid-filled tank in the centre of the laboratory room is large, lit from within by clean white lights that seem out of place amidst the facility's dingy, outdated light fixtures and cracking ceiling tiles. It's all chrome and shiny glass, the little computer screen tracking its subject's vitals set into the control panel at the base of it. Wesker hums thoughtfully.

Its contents interest him more than any of the complicated technology, familiar long eyelashes and golden-blonde hair brushing the tops of Leon's cheeks as he floats unaware in the tank, unconscious and entirely nude. Wesker isn't sure what the lab's denizens had been keeping him for before their containment fields had failed and left the place a ruin of viscera and corpses, but it can't have been good. Unfortunately, there's not much data available to help him---the computer won't let him in without authorized access, and even Wesker can't get into a system that belongs to his rivals without the proper passcode. The controls won't respond, either, so he can't drain the tank, but the system seems fairly straightforward to alter manually.

He supposes he could just leave Leon in there, now that's he's finally trapped---goodness knows what sort of biological data his body could offer after so many years of exposure to biohazards---but Wesker thinks he rather prefers Leon's company when he's awake. It would be tasteless to end their relationship of mutual respect without any sort of fight at all, and he can imagine Ada would no longer be so cordial towards him, either.

The water is tepid, like cooling bathwater, the walkway suspended above the tank offering Wesker leverage to lower himself down through the open ceiling of the pod. Water floods his shirt and shoes, but Wesker forces himself to ignore the sensation in favor of reaching out to lever himself downwards with Leon's shoulders. His skin is soft under Wesker's touch, brow visibly twitching---they must have put him in some sort of twilight state, rather than sedating him entirely. There's a respirator apparatus over his mouth and nose, Wesker's slender fingers slipping easily beneath the material to undo the straps and pull it away from Leon's face.

The moment water touches his face, Leon thrashes, lashing out; muscle memory fending off an attacker despite the fluttering of his eyelashes. Bubbles swirl around his face, but Wesker can't get close enough to drag him to the surface when Leon insists on kicking him hard in several sensitive spots. Wesker growls, lunging forward, and instinctively seals his lips over Leon's in a proximity of a kiss, offering a breath of air straight into the other man's mouth before pulling back slightly. It takes him a moment, but Leon finally stills, hands dancing confusedly over Wesker's sides as his lips part further and press somehow closer to Wesker's own. The tip of his tongue darts out as Wesker guides him gently to the surface, Leon's head tilting to deepen their embrace into a real kiss. How curious.

Wesker only needs one arm to pull himself from the tank and settle on the walkway with Leon in his lap, the latter's head lolling backwards to fix Wesker with a dazed look as the rest of his heavy limbs sprawl limply across Wesker's thighs. He grins drunkenly.

"Hey," Leon slurs, eyes rolling up into his head. He remains unconscious as Wesker tentatively presses two fingers to the pulse in his wrist, goosebumps forming on bare skin in the cool air of the lab. There's still a trace of a smile on his lips, though, the phantom sensation of a mouth pressing greedily into his own leaving Wesker in a roil of strange emotions.

Very curious, indeed.

[estbela]

ur my hero fr…. can u maybe tell me more about serbro + bul’s dynamic 🥺

🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹

Noooo, you are my hero!!!!!

OFC!!!!

(Tho this post is kind of a mess sorry)

You see, Ro & Bul are very good friends, and so are Serb & Ro, but Bul & Serb have had...rather tumultous relations over the years, sometimes being friends & allies, sometimes rivals, sometimes even enemies(also had some wars in the middle ages and probably modern era too I think), and they probably met when they were kinda young children, which in nationverse would be the (early) Middle Ages.

Anyway RoBul date for some time(like. Hundreds of years), then break up, for a bunch of reasons, one of the reasons for this being Serbia in a way?(well they argued bcs of him sometimes). Its way more complicated than that tho

Tbh sometimes Bul was basically the third wheel in his own relationship as Serb & Ro got closer over the years and his relationship with Ro got more strained.

Anyway tho I'm gonna talk less about history and more about their general dynamic! (Mostly cause I dont feel like constantly checking every historical fact i say atm)

Imagine. That couple that is so annnoyingly affectionate and also really chaotic (they might have commited several felonies together) and the most depressed pathetic guy with the soul of an old man who complains all the time yet keeps hanging out with them.

And the guy is kind of their ex too!

That is them!!

Even if he complains at every turn they keep Bul with them cause he has that pathetic whimsy and can be just as chaotic as them.

And Bul keeps hanging out with them cause next to Serb & Ro he appears Normal. And cuz he still loves Ro and might like Serb too

cue him being kinda sad and just,,,,,,thinking about the fact the Ro has moved on while he has trouble doing so right as idk. Serbro is doing fun couple stuff (although what they consider fun couple stuff might involve setting someone's house on fire)

Tbh Ro doesn't like the fact that Serb & Bul don't always get along but he knows he can't like. Force them.

An in a perfect world he'd never have to choose between them. In the past, thought, he would have chosen Bul, bcs of how close they were and how much they shared.

But as time went on, he grew unsure of his relationship with Bul and in the end, he sort of choose Serb, or at least, that's how it felt for Bul.

So there's that too.

There are probably more things I could say about them but my brain isn't cooperating at the moment 😔😔😔

Anyway 10/10 dynamic I think they could be so fun but I honestly don't think about them a lot like this kfjddjdkd (in most of my stories all 3 of them are in some weird dysfunctional polycule or robul is officially dating but both of them have some thing going on with Serb more or less lmao) but just serbro dating and Bul also being there is so interesting to think about thank you lili for asking me this!!!!

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Hi August! 🥰 For the GO ask game: 6 and 11?

ill be honest with you all i queued that post in the middle of the night (for me) to answer these in the morning but Well. you can see how that went ANYWAYS HI MARI !

who is your favorite side character?

i mean idk if anathema is a side character considering her importance in season 1 (not being aziraphale or crowley doesnt make you a side character i think) so a true true Side Character would be hmmmmm sandalphon. I KNOW ITS STRANGE but hear me out. he's a weird and gross (derogatory) archangel who has a large potential backing him up and it interests me. also his few lines we hear are surprisingly funny 2 me. war without war. his gross smile. something smells...Evil. THE SOUND OF MUSIC QUOTING. sodom and gomorrah. the STOMACH PUNCH (not in a good way, i do hate him for this). yeah, thats really it. i dont like him much at all actually, he's just There and he makes me Imagine, which is all i can ask for of a side character 🙏

what is (if you read) your favorite type of human au for good omens? (ex. coffee shop au, surgeons au, plant store au)

mmmmm i havent read too many human aus as of yet but there are some ive seen and love, like astonaut crowley/mission control aziraphale...i say truly my answer is "plant shop owner/bookshop owner" because mmmmm you can never go wrong with a good bookshop owner aziraphale. its his calling, man. theres also a delicious dynamnic there of a possible enemies 2 lovers (being rivaling shop owners on whickbur street 👀) and all, so thats WONDERFUL <3 what more can i say? but i also have to ask....does "human (but not really)" count ? im writing one of those currently and using that dynamic i just described but like. thyere Not actually human. its very complicated but they TJINK theyre human when they arent in actuality. so they live their lives believeing this before theyre forced to confront it....mmmm i dont think that counts im so sorry i just wanted to mention the one humanish au i have atm 🤧🤧 but i suppose if i were to qrite a true human au itd 100% be plant owner/bookshop owner. you can never go wrong with it 🥰🥰🥰 UGH THIS GAME IS SO GOOD AND NICE!!!!!!!! thanks for the ask ❤️❤️❤️

[veludo-rae]

character dynamics but. theyre my little brain guys that i made that live in my brain.

theyre childhood best friends! they killed a man in the woods one time when they were little :) They’re in love.

asshole fancy rich guy whos never worked a day in his life x blunt no nonsense hard working farm boy. Rich boy is obsessed with getting the farm boy to respect him and think highly of him (not in a gay way or anything /s) and farm boy feels complete horror to realise that he likes this annoying, obnoxious, pretty, arrogant, rich prick.

lacey flowery polite girl who drinks tea with one pinkie lifted x scruffy stinky feral rat boy who thinks she’s cool. he probably has fleas. They’re best friends.

responsible-leader-energy x right hand man with two braincells and a big heart

Queer-platonic co-parents who run a bakery! It’s always slightly on fire. The bread tastes amazing though.

Asshole who’s actually secretly a sweetheart x  sweetheart who’s secretly an asshole. They hate each other but in a mutual respect way.

Awful person who manipulates everyone around her and treats them shit and knows it x Awful person who thinks she’s a good person who also manipulates everyone around her but “for a good reason!!!1!1!!!”

Guy x His Love Rival who wants to be friends with him. They’re both lowkey assholes but in a friendly teasing way.

optimist x pessimist! childhood best friends who are in love in some way that is both romantic and not? like idk their souls are connected or some shit. stuff happens and people die and theyre both traumatized and disillusioned with the system and A decides to help and protect the people who the system hurts and eventually change the system and B decides to get revenge and tear down the system. In one timeline A dies and B lives. In one timeline A lives and B also lives but dies later in a dramatic death. In one time they both live and B gets a redemtpion arc? In one timeline A doesnt exist? Its complicated. In one timeline that I made for my own peace of mind nothing bad ever happens in the first place and everyone is alive and happy and they all play truth or dare in a circle with their friends <3

good-natured, loud himbo x raccoon with rabies and good table manners and a little flower in his hair

worst person ever x best person ever “i can fix him he’s like my big brother” mentality. bbg, with all due respect and with so much love, no you can’t leave that bitch to rot. still came closer than anyone else so props for that. Best person ever dies in the worst person ever’s arms and is later resurrected but it goes wrong and now theyre a twisted angry and malicious version of the person they once were <3

Popular girl x other popular girl

Pacifist and she likes plants x Short, angry, non-binary and ready to fight x Pacifist but she’s buff. And theyre all idiots.

“I thought I assassinated you centuries ago when you were the monarch??? Your death is written in textbooks????” Time-traveller x “Arent you the asshole that killed me centuries ago back when I was the monarch??? Explain why I’m still alive bc I KNOW you had something to do with it” Immortal

cute pastel witch girl x some guy

himbo jock guy x smartass jock girl. They used to think they liked each other. They know now that they are both aroace.

[siesporamor]

Ok, it's time I start Sueña Conmigo posting, so here's a quick rundown:

it's the most telenovela of all telenovelas

there are 150 episodes of this thing

as much as I love Violetta, I can't unsee some similarities that border plagiarism

basically our protagonist, Clara, lives with her strict, rich as fuck dad, while her mom lives in Mexico

yes, she does write in a diary, if you wanted to ask

her dad doesn't want her to sing for Reasons, I think mostly because Clara's mom is a singer and they're separated, but it's honestly unclear

Clara decides to participate in a singing competition called Soy Tu Superstar, where no one other than the main characters will ever sing

because her dad can't find out, she creates a persona called Roxy Pop (no, I can't take it seriously)

unlike Vilu and Fran's basic-ass disguises, Clara puts some effort: she wears a pink wig (that I actually always liked), blue contacts, completely changes her style and uses a different voice

she obviously becomes the reality's fan favorite in .5 seconds, because she's the protagonist

meanwhile, as her dad is taking her to school in his car, there's this group of guys singing and playing instruments in the middle of the street and blocking traffic

this guy Luca somehow falls on Clara's dad's car and they see each other and idk, meet cute shit

Clara later finds out Luca is a new student at her school, too bad he also acts like a dick because he thinks Clara stole his guitar (it's complicated)

no, seriously, he's a walking red flag and he DOES get worse

anyway, he immediately falls in love with Roxy while hating Clara as if they don't act exactly the same??

also Luca has a girlfriend who is ofc the show's resident mean girl, Marcia, Roxy/Clara's main rival in the singing competion

Clara is head over heels for him and I wish someone had told her she deserves better

oh, and there's this guy Titán (whose real name is Diego, no, don't ask questions) who wants to date Clara, but doesn't seem to realize she literally cannot stand him

there are a shitton other characters, but you just need to know Violeta, Clara's bestie, and Nuria, the daughter of Clara's father's girlfriend who is a literal pick me girl

btw Luca has two sisters and the eldest is Jade, thought you should know

Luca also has a band, but I couldn't care less about his friends

not all men, but all these men

if you think it's annoying when in Violetta s1 every guy is into her, wait till every girl is into the most mediocre man on this planet

thankfully at some point it turns into every guy likes Clara, which in any other circumstance would've bothered me, but this time it felt refreshing

also have you seen her?? ofc everybody's into her

sidenote, Clara's outfits kinda slay and I've always wanted her rings

what else. Luca is nasty crusty musty and dusty, and every single time there's a minuscule impediment in him and Clara/Roxy getting together, he gives up faster than I accept to order pizza instead of cooking

I have beef with Luca, can you tell?

too many fucking episodes and sooo much reused footage

whenever Clara/Roxy and Luca are singing to each other the camera always focuses on just their eyes and it's so awkward

This is it. I've broken Sueña Conmigo down to its bare bones. It's a dumpster fire but it's MY dumpster fire.

[fantastic-mr-corvid]

fuck it its lesbian week of visibility im dropping the Amelia lore. too many bisexuals* in Cela & co, time for Celias lesbian protégé to shine<3 so time for a ramble<3

[*Rametto is ace aro they just dated a boy for a few weeks to try [read: to rub it in Cecios face that he is chronically unable to get in a serious & honest romantic relationship] but the rest are bi/pan] anyway clarification over:

Amelia is one of the less doomed characters, mainly because shes 1. not part of the immediate family group [of her own volition] E.g. she never has her main residence be with Celia except for a few situations for a short amount of time where she he nowhere and 2. Shes part of the 'second generation' aka not Celia Tesoro, Conficcare or even Elenas cohort, so like Rametto, she gets the benefits of the older ones hard work as well as their protection as they grow into their own.

Her story is fairly simple, her mother is disabled due to a gang related attack, so she steps up to avenge her mother as well as make money to support them both. shes barely a teenager, but so angry at the world for her mother getting hurt that she starts hunting down local gang members to find out who did it and where to find them. she starts shaking down students at Rametto's school, leading to a fight where she breaks one of his year mates arms, getting her expelled from her current school. Rametto is curious at to why she was picking fights, especially given with Celia and Conficcares not so long ago rise to the district squad, people are looking to him as their future successor & leader of the younger members. Rametto tells her it wasnt any of them that hurt her mother, hoping to end the issue

but Amelia ends up joining Ramettos school, and thanks to her already existing reputation, she makes a name for herself as an excellent fighter and a smart one too. Her and Rametto are, to put it simply, rivals for the leadership of the students, and have their own followers and factions, but will join ranks when a threat appears from outside. they gain a lot of respect for each other, an open lesbian, and a glass closet case of gender nonconformity. she was traditionally strong and charismatic and he was manipulative and a chess master- they made very interesting enemies, but when united they were terrifying- and Celia noticed and not only fostered that competition, but also [with Tesoros help] carefully made them closer.

Celia became the adult Amelia could unload her worries to [when shes worried about burdening her mother], acting as an uncle of sorts, and Amelia remains one of the only people who Celia has talked about being a woman [or not] with, after Amelia eventually snaps at Celia about being a coward and not being herself, instead hiding behind masks and masculinity, and hiding from the misogyny she 'should' be receiving, but instead all of which gets placed on Amelia's shoulders.

[shoving my old tags here for an explanation for the implications of that argument: #idk why i havent really taled about her before#oh yea its her complicated relationship with Celia re: womanhood & the rejection of it#Amelia is not being transphobic? well thats not her intent. but Celia hiding something that Amelia gets plenty of shit for is important#i mean none of these characters even my beloved butch lesbian are meant to be paragons of virtue#but none of these fuckers are going to therapy ofc they be yelling at each other# and like i get it i feel shit that im genderqueer and yet just pretend to just be a man to be safer. #idk when i write that argument its gonna be uncomfortable but like. that why im writing these characters ]

like Rametto, she has a complicated relationship with Celia, and especially to do with what Celia has and has not chosen to do. still, because Amelia still has her mother who she can talk to, she fares a lot better than Rametto.

Eventually Rametto is forced to join Passione, and she is now the de facto leader after years of progressively friendlier competition. they are still best friends and rivals though, and they keep each other grounded, joking that they are blood brothers [despite neither being men]

if its not already clear, she a parallel to Elena [a openly girl leading] as well as a contrast to Celia who had to hide her own genderfuckery, where Amelia is openly a butch lesbian. but still, she can be so, in large part to Celia hiding her own identity. her & Ramettos friendship is so fun, both bitchy petty and extremely meaningful for the both of them [ALSO her mother survived and so she has a lifeline & family outside of the violent life, even as she needs to enter it- just like how Celia would have never fallen so deep if not for her mothers death. which is why Celia is seen by her as an uncle of sorts, whereas Rametto has said your not my father one to many times for him to not see her as one]

[unintentionalgenius]

ok I have a problem and could never choose just one

which is also not to say that the below are all the fics I've read this year that haunt me; they're just the ones that I remember haunting me and could match to that memory upon browsing through my bookmarks for this year

but without further ado:

The Striking Complication by @aurevell (Teen Wolf, Peter/Stiles)

I'm obsessed with how well the title works as a title, as a series of words with great mouthfeel, and as an actual thing that is not just part of a pocket watch but is a relevant part to the plot. Obsessed.

Ring Them Bells by @kiraziwrites (Game of Thrones, Jaime/Brienne)

Another title I'm obsessed with, but also a perfectly paced redemption fic with some achingly romantic moments thrown in. I am a sucker for postwar King's Landing and also for postwar returns to Tarth.

Wait and Hope by @mightbewriting (Harry Potter, Dramione)

@ragequilt got me into Dramione this year, even if only a little bit. I read this back in the spring and I still think about it intermittently because the premise makes my chest hurt in sympathy and Draco is so relatable. This is the kind of Draco I think you have to write for Dramione to work - he knows he got exactly one shot at this, he's not sure how he really made it work in the first place, he's still a dick because he's Draco, but also he thinks she hung the moon. idk man it's just really good what else do you want from me

A Matter of Choice by Twisted_Mind (Teen Wolf, Peter/Stiles)

This one is on the list purely because of the way it haunted me for days after I read it. It's so short and I could have read ten times as much. In just a few thousand words it encapsulates something so true and authentic about grief that it took my breath away.

Royal Flush by @astolat (Game of Thrones, multi)

So I'm not ashamed to admit I'm subscribed to astolat on AO3 and thus my first introduction to this fic was in the form of its (very brief) summary, with no real clue as to what it could be about. I trust astolat with my life, though, so once it was done I dove in and boy howdy am I glad I did. It's one of the few fics I've read that successfully makes Cersei sympathetic and even lovable to a certain extent without neutering her or declawing her at all. I'm a little bit of a Jaime/Brienne OTP kind of person but even the threesome here was a pleasure to read and so much fun! One thing I will say about astolat in general is that her fics set the standard of rich, robust plots that engage with the world around them in a way that rivals the source material (GRRM owes me financial compensation for a number of things but overarching plot he does well). Seriously, I want to be able to keep that many balls in the air when I'm a grown-up writer, fic or original. I've picked one specific fic here but honestly go read anything astolat has written for Game of Thrones and it will be well worth your time.

ao3 wrapped/year in review: share one fic that absolutely changed your life this year

[cinnaminyoons]

( LUCKY NUMBER. )

ミ☆ fortune favours the bold, they say.

⤷ PAIRING myg x m!reader

⤷ WORD COUNT 1.8k

⤷ TAGS baseballer!reader, first meeting, questionable baseball knowledge

⤷ REQUESTED

JUN I GOT A COOL ASS IDEA FOR YOU TO WRITE IF YOU WANT YOU CAN BUT IT'S INSPIRED BY THIS TWEET ! https://twitter.com/agustxdaeng/status/1464490746908753925

YOU can write like yoongi is a lucky fairy for the reader whenever the reader has a match or something(feel free to write about any sport) and like the reader and yoongi get close and eventually date?? idk you can make your own storyline!

the roar of the crowds. the staggering height of the stadium, the flashes of red and black and white of its guests. the heat of the floodlights burns like the midday sun; the worst of it’s blocked by the brim of your cap, but it does little to soothe the sticky summer humidity.

the heat might be an advantage, you think. it makes you think of home, of warm evenings spent training with the team, of grass stains and blood-flushed palms. after that, it’s just a matter of slowing your breathing and blocking out the screaming, chanting fans.

this may be the most important night of your career. not because of the game, but because of who might be watching it.

you��d overheard whispers that a certain idol might be in the grandstands tonight. another whisper, said with a wink by a teammate, was that he wore your number on his back.

the sharp clack of ball on bat – you launch your body into a leap – the sting of the catch –

you can hear the smack of the ball in the glove, even above the crowd’s hollered cheers and the thundering of feet on steel.

the game’s tie is broken and you’ve emerged the victor. your team’s cheerful and excitable, exchanging wide grins and stinging high-fives that result in arms thrown over the other’s shoulder.

the time between the last ball and getting out of grass- and dirt-stained clothing is mostly a blur, still high on adrenaline. some of your teammates who were further away from you on the field take the time in the changing room to pat your shoulder and engage you in complicated handshakes ending in shared laughter.

the changing room smells of a nearly acidic level of sterilising alcohols. you’re all trekking dirt and grass in and the rectangular shape of the cleats marks out nine pairs of footprints on the shining white tiles.

your coach – an older man with grey stubble and a smile-lined face – enters, to the immediate enthusiasm of the men nearest him.

“that was brilliant teamwork out there, boys,” he says with a deep belly laugh. “good to see jeong and kim have finally resolved their rivalry.”

“thanks, coach!”

“you know it, coach!”

“oh, we resolved it weeks ago, coach,” calls jeong, not-so-discreetly elbowing his so-called rival out of the way. “did it over tangsuyuk!”

he clicks his tongue and shoves him back. “that i paid for, you leech.”

they bicker like an old married couple. they’re also the oldest on the team and enjoy pampering you, the youngest, like an overstuffed teddy bear. you owe them a fortune in meals and drinks.

“ln,” your coach calls over their argument.

you tug your shirt over your head and glance over. “yes?”

his eyes twinkle proudly. “your improvements aren’t going unnoticed – you’re a valuable part of the team. you did well tonight.”

“all thanks to you,” you say with a grin. “wouldn’t be here otherwise, coach.”

jeong snaps out his shirt and whistles. “what a smooth-talker. ln, what do you want now?”

“nothing,” you call back incredulously. zipping up your training bag, you huff. “i’m not allowed to give credit where it’s due?”

“there it is again! am i the only one hearing this?”

a teammate smacks him on the bare bicep. “ln doesn’t have a head the size of a weather balloon. no wonder it’s unfathomable to you.”

while jeong sputters in disbelief at the light-hearted insult, your coach taps you on the arm and lowers his voice. “you have a special guest wishing to congratulate you personally. he’s waiting in the east break room.”

you raise an eyebrow. “who?”

“don’t worry.” he smiles. “you’ll know when you see him.”

after that mysterious and vague tip, he ushers you off down the empty blue-lit tunnel. you don’t have much time to ponder who it could be, since the east break room is just a few steps left of the changing rooms.

there are two bodyguards at the door, burly and disgruntled. they watch you closely as you approach, and while you’re sure they do this to anyone who passes too close, it doesn’t stop the slight fear in your gut.

“hi,” you say when they don’t open the door – or even stop staring at you. “i was, uh, called here to meet someone?”

the one on your right looks you up and down. “leave the bag here.”

you drop it at his feet. you are the least criminal-looking version of yourself at the moment – shorts and a tank top, with brand new neon-yellow sneakers. he still doesn’t move, and you ask, rather awkwardly, “do you… need to pat me down, or…?”

he gives you one last glance-over. he turns away, disinterested. “no. head in and don’t cause trouble.”

you open the door and slip inside, shutting it behind you with a quiet sigh of relief. 

jeez. those guys could be gang members and you wouldn’t bat an eyelash.

you turn towards the room. one lone figure, clad in black, is currently preoccupied with kicking a vending machine.

“argh – fucking shockers—!”

“that one’s always been a bit funny,” you call out, moving closer. “you just have to hit it right.”

lifting a fist, you give it a firm smack with the meaty part of your palm. the vending machine trills and spits out the sweets. you lean against the side of the vending machine and smile as the ‘special guest’ crouches to pick it up. “hello. yoongi, right?”

“that’s me. sorry you had to see that,” he says, laughing at himself and unwrapping his much-wanted candy. “thanks, by the way. you want some?”

“sure. thank you.” he tips two of the colourful pellets into your hand. “not trying to be rude or anything, but what’s an idol doing with a ‘personal congratulations’?”

he steps away and knocks one back like a pill. “well, a hearty congratulations is in order. congratulations!” he’s quiet, shy, but sincere. “i know we’ve interacted through social media, but watching live only to tap out a tweet afterwards seemed dispassionate.”

“we seem to win whenever you’re around. maybe you’re my lucky charm.” you move on before he can even think about embarrassment, words light and teasing. “but someone like you – with your renown – i would’ve thought that public appearances would’ve been difficult.”

“renown.” yoongi scoffs and shakes his head. “you’re putting way too much value on me. anyway, i was told the same thing. i was only allowed to come if i brought those two,” he gestures at the door, “along. kind of defeats the purpose of going incognito, but it does give me the opportunity to talk to you like this.”

‘like this’? you wonder if he’s been planning this for long.  “i’m flattered,” you reply, with the beginnings of a smile.

you push off of the vending machine and move towards the table with a woven basket filled with complementary bottled water. you crack the cap open. you don’t usually take from these, but your bottle of water is sitting in your bag at the guard’s feet.

yoongi quietly enjoys the way you tip your head back, throat bobbing as you swallow. “thank you for coming – but it was a team effort, always is." you add to yourself, "never thought we’d meet while i look like a gym rat.”

you chuckle slightly, sweeping your hair off your forehead. you cannot think of any reason he would want to see you in person. him – seeing you! what a bewildering thought.

“yes – i, ah, didn’t think about that, sorry. i was too caught up in my own excitement. the idea of meeting you was a dream. i’ve been petitioning for this for a long time.”

“oh, stop. you’re making me blush. you’re even wearing my number, i see.”

“yeah.” yoongi flashes you a quick toothy smile, eyes closing. his ears burn. “do you, ah, mind signing it?”

he holds out a sharpie balanced in the palm of his hand. you take it and yoongi turns around, fidgeting with his hat.

“sure! where do you want it?”

“above your name, please.”

the warm weight of your hand smooths across his shoulders and he shivers, clasping his hands together in front of him. the tip of the pen tickles as you sign it off with a big flourish.

“there. you know, this might sound crazy but – can we do a mutual signing?”

he faces you again. his rosy lips part in a round ‘o’. he flushes pleasantly. “you mean… you want my signature?”

“yes, if you’re willing to.” you haven’t capped the pen yet. you click it back on. “are you okay?”

he blinks, then chuckles slightly, scratching his neck. “yeah! sorry, it’s just a little surprising, i guess, that you want mine. i wouldn’t have thought you would.”

“really? never? you’re, like, the biggest names in history right now. seeing the guards at the door – it felt like meeting royalty,” you tease.

this time, his blush goes beyond his ears. “o-okay,” he says, clearing his throat, “where’d you want me to sign?”

you glance around, then down at yourself. black marker won’t turn up well on your shirt or shorts, and you’re already leaning against the table…

you kick a foot up on the edge of the table and place your hand on your knee. you return the pen to him and watch as he leans in. the marker scratches against the mesh of your shoe but doesn’t bleed.

“you could sell these on ebay for a fortune,” yoongi comments as he straightens. “worn by ln yn and signed by a musician.”

“what? don’t sell yourself short. ‘signed by min yoongi and worn by a league player’ would get way higher.”

“just some league player. any league.” he grins. “you’re worth more than that.”

“says you, ‘musician’.” man. he’s so much prettier up close. “i’m not selling these, ever, anyway. this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.”

his pen disappears into the cross-body bag that’s lying nearby. another one – a black ballpoint – comes out.

“well,” he says, haltingly, softly. “it doesn’t have to be.”

your brow creases in confusion as he takes your hand, loose enough for you to easily pull away, and places the nib on your palm below your thumb. the ink is cool and tickles your skin.

“it was really nice meeting you, yn. i wouldn’t mind doing it again.” he asks, with a pink-cheeked smile as he makes the phone sign with his thumb and pinky, “call me?”

you nod mutely. you can only watch as he tosses you one more shy grin, and leaves.

one of the guards enters behind him and returns your bag to you. you thank him quietly, still in a suspended state of disbelief, and glance at your hand. there’s a string of numbers, and beneath it, a single word:

coffee?

[gaymooshroom-archive]

I GOT SO MANY ok everything is under this read more please dont unfollow me for being a lorehead 🕺 also pls dont send me angry anons about these ESPECIALLY the cdreamers who are incapable of critical thought bc i know how u girls like to tussle 

🐺 - should wilbur get a redemption arc? ermm complicated question.. i think it’s clear he hasn’t shed his manipulative/selfish(?) side even if he’s definitely not vilbur anymore. i don’t think he should be like eternally tormented but i also think any characters who dont forgive him are probably justified in that. 

🙂 - should dream get a redemption arc? are u kidding me LOL no i think for the story to have any sort of satisfying ending he needs to either die or leave the server (cdream obvi not ccdream). NOT bc i dislike his character but i truly think that’s the only way he and cclingyduo can both have the ending they narratively deserve. i have my thoughts on the coolest most interesting ways for him to die but thats another question 

💏 - is tntduo /r? like.... okay. the personal canon that i work within to write fic has pogtopia-era /r ctntduo and current ctntduo being like homoerotic angsty exes who are also rivals and generally are just very complicated (these r the given circumstances of to the graveyard and likely any other canon setting ctntduo fic i write). i think in terms of actual established canon its ambiguous ❤️ i know wilbur “said” they arent but actions speak louder than words and ctntduo’s actions r lowkey gay 

hi julia 😐

👨‍❤️‍👨 - are beeduo a healthy relationship? i think cbeeduo grew out of a bit ccbeeduo wanted to do at the time and while im sure it made sense for the period when they were streaming dsmp together every day, it kind of falls apart in /srs canon. like ctubbo and cranboo hide so much from each other to the point where it seems like cranboo especially just doesn’t understand ctubbo as a person LMFAO. i think bc cbeeduo marriage exists purely bc ccbeeduo felt like doing it.. it it’s hard to parse this one out

already answered the first one !

🤩 - should karlnapity be endgame? umm im kind of ckarlnapity neutral so assuming ctntduo wont be endgame (which like... it wont be) i guess i dont care as long as my babygirl cquackity is happy ^___^ if i were writing the story i wouldnt make it endgame just bc i find it a bit boring and i think there’s more interesting things to do with those characters, but that’s just me, it wouldnt like upset me if they were endgame 

🧭 - was tubbo right to exile tommy? he wasnt RIGHT but he also was like. very obviously canonically manipulated into doing it so i dont think he’s to blame i guess. but like the logic behind ctommy’s exile was obviously bullshit because it was developed by cdream specifically to torture ctommy 💀

🧠 - is dream obsessed with tommy? yes and anyone who says otherwise is doing a disservice to cdream’s character and to ccprimeboys’s writing. cdream’s obsession with ctommy is like a primary motivation of his and that is saur interesting 

🥸 - did staged finale negatively impact punz/tommy's character arc? i have very complicated feelings on the staged disc finale... i think it’s uninteresting to have a story where the protagonists (ctommy and ctubbo) don’t get to have any wins and the disc finale was one of the first real wins they’d had in ages. however i think the real win wasn’t cdream in prison but the fact that virtually the entire server showed up in support of them, and none of that is negated by cpunz and cdream staging their interactions in particular. idk if that really answers the question but like i said i have a lot of thoughts abt the disc finale and most of them aren’t especially coherent lmfao

🦝 - do crimeboys have a toxic dynamic? yes ..i like ccrimeboys a lot but yes. there will always always always be a power dynamic bc ctommy loves being a right-hand-man and cwilbur understands and takes advantage of that -- not always in an explicitly negative way, but he definitely knows the extent of ctommy’s loyalty to him (and actively tests the loyalty of other characters in similar position to ctommy, like ctubbo and cranboo). the fact is ctommy will forgive cwilbur for almost all his faults because he’s his big brother, and cwilbur knows that. he can love and care deeply abt ctommy and still have an acute understanding of that power dynamic and make no attempts to undermine it.

🎉 - did tommy betray technoblade at the green festival? technically yes but i guess i’d say he betrayed him for all the right reasons.

ok ive done quite a few of these so let me fill in the ones i havent answered yet :))

⚔️ - are the syndicate doing the right thing? no LOL but i also dont think ur supposed to view the syndicate as being in the right, i think ppl deeply underestimate cctechno’s awareness of his character’s hypocrisy 

💚 - is dream morally gray? i think u could make that argument pre-exile but now he is just an evil little man. no moral grayness Just kind of fucked up 

🌟 - was technoblade justified in executing tubbo? absolutely not Like does anyone actually think this 😭😭 imo this was unequivocally a bad thing unless u were fsr rooting for the cschlatt administration???

[rviden]

hi!! may I request hcs for — when diluc realises he isn't the only one pining for you, and that a certain descendent of the lawrence clan ( eula ) is vying for your affection too? [ a rival has been spotted !! ] what happens next is up to you, I hope it isn't too complicated ;; have a great day and take care <33

track title — diluc realizes eula is also interested in reader

featuring — diluc, ft. eula

cw/tw — n/a

note — i played through eula’s quest and i still no zilch about her - i feel bad about it but whatever lmfao

diluc, despite the perceptive man he is, wouldn't notice the signs at the very start — simply seeing the time you spent with the blue haired girl as nothing more then work or friendship related

however that would quickly change when he saw eula gift you flowers and ask if you'd accompany her to his tavern

now diluc usually wasn't one for butting in, or causing a scene, but seeing the person he liked sat with someone who posed as a threat to him — caused him to go to drastic measures

he would take it upon himself to serve your duo, shooing his workers away with a simple "i've got it"

any chance he could get, he would cut in — avoiding directly speaking over eula, but not shying a way from interrupting her before she could speak

the night would continue that way — eula only growing more and more frustrated with the red haired male getting in her way, and how you fed into it, answering questions, becoming flustered when he dropped a sly compliment, and directing your attention onto him

eula would eventually give up (after a long time however — when she wants something, its hard for her to leave it behind willingly) but when she saw how the two of you looked at each other, she knew she had no chance

now i believe once eula is gone, diluc will subtly try to drop the hint that he's interested — either bringing up a dish that hes absolutely sure that you would love, or offering to show you some of his favourite spots around mondstadt

diluc would end up apologizing to eula — idk why i think this, but i feel like he would feel partially guilty about forcing himself into the situation to get what he wanted

[xamaxenta]

Dear professional Ace Thirster,

Whats with the ASCE? And why is the S x out?

Heeeey anon thanks for dropping by

Ace is a lovely man who decorates himself with things of meaning, everything he wears or accessorises with has sentimental value, reminds him of someone he loves etc

In this case Ace’s left arm tatt is a misspelling of his name, or is it ?

ASCE is basically spelling out his family

A - Ace, himself

S - Sabo, his sworn brother and best friend, bound by ceremonial cups of sake

C - crybaby, in reference to Luffy who as a child cried easily and frequently, who is also his sworn brother, bound by ceremonial cups of sake

E - Edward Newgate, aka Whitebeard aka Pops, the powerful pirate emperor whos a surrogate father of sorts to all of his crew, and Ace was no different and he basically adopted him with open arms despite the many assassination attempts Ace tried on him (wanted to kill Whitebeard to gain clout lol i digress its way more complicated than that) he also happens to be Ace’s father’s rival

Its cute imo, everything on his body is personal and clearly his ASCE tattoo is very important bc to him it’s also a kind of memorial

When they were kids growing up together, Ace, Luffy and Sabo drank cups of sake and became “brothers” and swore to sail the seas together as pirates and find tons of treasure and gain names for themselves

Sabo was a noble from their country/island? Which was basically divided by extreme poverty and wealth - Sabo didn’t very much like his nobility finding his family and lifestyle boring and suffocating (his parents actually adopted another son to replace him bsbdbskdj)

Anyway they all made the promise to sail out at seventeen years old and become pirates and that until those days come would spend their time stealing from the rich to fund their first pirate ship and train to become stronger

Things hit the fan and Sabo feels endangered by his shrinking future and decides at idk i think he’s twelve at the time, to leave first and leaves behind a note to Ace and Luffy that he has to leave first and he’s sorry, forgive him he will see them again on the grandline

:’) well Sabo gets into a pickle when sailing out and is presumed dead

One of the bandits of the family Ace and Luffy are staying with saw it all and it fucked them all up lots because Sabo had a bright future of piracy ahead and now he’s dead - this is also the first time we see Ace, troubled, angry child Ace cry and it hurts :(((

Anyway the crossed out S in his tatt stands for Sabo and for Sabo’s jolly roger ( they all designed a flag for their pirate crews and Sabo’s was an S with crossed bones through it) so its both Sabo’s jolly roger and symbolic of his death

But i think you may have seen me post Sabo art/reblog some with an adult design and thats right Sabo survived but Ace never knew and its genuinely soul shattering for me im emotional over my boys

[zeltqz]

hiii Niya,

i wanted to share a scenario/fic i had in mind but im not really sure how to write it bc im not good at it. you are though and i wanted to see if u maybe wanted to play around with this idea.

so basically this takes place in the bonten timeline, y/n & ran are both executives. their relationship is kinda like friends with benefits except they do have feelings for each other. however rans feelings are complicated and his huge ego wont allow him to be in a relationship (he think he needs to just go from girl to girl). maybe hes just afraid of committing but ill let u decide that. anyways, manjiro pairs them up together for a mission, the mission is for them to kill a 5 certain ppl from a certain rival gang that so happened to be in the city at one of their owned clubs. after they finished their mission they decided to stay in the club for a while. Ran went to go whore around and y/n just sits at the bar watching from a distance in disappointment. what they didn’t know was that there was more then just 5 ppl from the rival gang at the club, one of them sitting down next to y/n at the bar and trying to talk to her. she doesn’t rlly pay attention (by that i mean like not even sparing a glance) shes just too engrossed on having her feelings caught up bc of Ran. the guy offers her a drink and she takes it cluelessly since she just wants to get her feelings out her mind so maybe drinking will ease it. the guy drugged the drink without her looking (she literally never spares the guy a GLANCE since shes so focused on Ran with 3 different woman). when she finally takes down the shot she looked at the guy and realized she was just slowly loosing her senses. but they did kidnap my girl y/n. Ran didnt even realize till 30 mins later. ANDDDDDDD he cant find her. he goes around asking ppl of they’ve seen a woman in wtvr u choose y/n to wear. they end up telling him she left with some man and his initial thought is y/n just fucking around with some guy. it wasn’t until she didnt show up the next day to the bonten meeting, no phone calls picked up by her, etc. bonten gets into a kill or give kinda situation where its either y/n dead or them handing over idk money drugs etc. blah blah, THIS IS KINDA LONG i had like 10 different endings in mind and one of them being where y/n dies and Ran never gets to tell her how he rlly feels etc n he just feels dumb. OR ran/bonten saves her and ran starts apologizing to her like crazy and tells her how much he loves her. ANYWAYS YEAH HEIRBEISNS SORRY THIS JS SO LONGHG but.

GODAMNNN THIS A WHOOLE MOVIEEEEEE PLOT

but yeah i can do it

i love this idea sm

I HATE WRITING DEATH THOOOOOO ITLL MAKE ME CRY SO BAD SO MAYBE YN WONT DIE....