#she started tweakin

[aleiiii]

Hi hello!! I absolutely LOVE your art and I love how you depict the monkey boysss. I remember in a past request that you stated that Na was based on a magpie (If I remember correctly) and I was wondering you said she was originally supposed to be more animal based but instead you made it more of spiritually. Now this is just a a little something my lizard brain happened to come up with but what if Na ended up somehow being turned into a magpie (not permanently but like a little magic mess up) and the monkey boys had to take care of her in this more vulnerable state? I can imagine the two boys panicking and trying their best to be gentle with her lol.

hello hello!!! ((TYSM AAAA <333 ))

This thought has been floating around in my brain for a while, so you practically read my mind anon…. Magical anon…..

In any case, they probably thought they would take Nà to a far out forest to let her explore and do her lil hiking for the week. But suddenly poof!

After they figure out it’s her, the safest thing would to take her back to FFM, just to keep her close and under their supervision. Trying to figure out how to change her back and why this could’ve happened. In the meantime, Wukong having his occasional meltdown in allowing this to happen in the first place while giving her plenty of fruits and nuts. Fun fact… Nà actually has a pet bird, SO, I would think the boys would’ve picked up the general basics in what a bird can and can’t eat and generally how to take care of them. They’re still very cautious in handling her though (monkey claws n all) , birds are quite fragile.

Finally the star of the show…..

since they would be entirely scared to handle her too much, but not wanting to leave her alone, they just shapeshift into their bird forms and accompany her like that. Many bird cuddles until she shifts back hehe

[riaki]

— last train at 25 o' clock | suguru geto x reader fluff(???)/light angst @twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat please take this bc coffee shop geto is gonna take a bit

it's 1am in the morning, the train platform's a ghost town, and the hum of the vending machine is all the noise in the world as you and suguru wait for the last ride home after a mission.

wc : 2.6k cw : brief mentions of blood ; references to hidden inventory arc , shoko typical smoking , probably some other stuff i'm forgettin not proofread!!!! also he may be ooc srry

i cooked this up last minute cus i remembered my promise of posting every weekend last week so my bad if u can tell its rushed lol post hidden inventory pre defection

suguru remembers it like it was yesterday.

the song of summer insects reaches your ear as you clamber up to the train station platform; a pandemonium of cicadas and crickets that sing odes to the full moon in the sky partially curtained by dark clouds and the dew on the grass that's begun to form.

"damn, it's hot." you muttered, wiping your forehead as your arm shot out to grab the dirty railing, white paint cracked and peeled as a splinter pricks your fingers and you flinch. suguru follows after you; a small hum is your acknowledgment.

"careful. shoko doesn't like dealing with splinters," he says from behind you, stepping up the stairs two at a time to straighten up on the train platform, hands in his pockets. “i don’t have reversed curse technique healing either.” there's the smell of a storm in the air, and the lights overhead buzz and flicker with the intermittent beat of a moth's wings. you just give a dip of your head in acknowledgement as you pry your hand away from the railing, the scent of old wood lingering on your hand as you wipe off the dust clinging to your palm on your pants.

(geez, you two have no sense for these types of things.)

suguru holds a hand out, and you take it eagerly to let him pull you up the last step, before politely letting go and slipping it back into his pocket once more. you let out an exhausted sigh and stand up, rubbing your tired eyes as you look around.

the platform is deserted save for the stray cat beneath the station bench, sniffing at a clump of weeds growing from the metal leg. there's a vending machine up against the wall to the elevator, an obnoxious painted 'out of order' sign on the lift's muddy glass doors, stained with dust, dirt, and fingerprints. there's some... creative graffiti on the wall, and a starch yellow section of caution tape flutters in the humid evening wind.

the cat scratches at the concrete floor, and its matted white fur and crystal blue eyes remind you of someone. you glance up at suguru, poking his arm to get his attention.

"look. it's satoru." you huffed, still a little loose for breath as you reach out and grab his shoulder, leaning against him for support. the dark-haired boy just laughs a little, taking his phone out to snap a picture and no doubt send it to the white-haired brat. "i see it." he leans a little closer to you; it's subtle, and you don't notice it, but the way his shoulders sag just so you have an easier time holding on speaks volumes. "don't send it to him! he's probably asleep right now. think it's past his evening sugar high?" you asked, glancing up at him with a tilt of your head.

"most likely. i think he got sent on another solo mission today." there's a tiny bitter bite to suguru's voice that underlines its usual velvetiness; like an ocean current beneath the waves that you only find once you've been dragged underwater. you don't say anything about it, though. the sleeves of his uniform crumple beneath your fingers when they curl into the fabric, a shiver running down your spine as goosebumps spring up on your skin like shroom caps after the summer rain.

suguru is observant.

"you cold? you can have my jacket." it's immediate, and his voice is as smooth as cream silk and marble as he shrugs your hand off (much to your dismay-- shown with a bite to your cheek) to unbutton his uniform jacket, slipping it off his shoulders and offering it to you. when you stand there, feeling a little daze and a lot tired, he just smiles, shoving it in your face with a low chuckle that sounds like honey pouring from a jar.

"you sure? you can hug a cursed spirit if you get cold, 'cus you're not getting it back." you sighed after a moment, reluctantly taking his jacket and tugging it over your shoulders. it's warm, and it smells like his cologne- like some natural incense that soothes your nerves and loosens your body to the marrow in your weary bones. you bury your nose in it and forget to think about the warm hue on your cheeks that you'll later chalk up to the humid air.

"i'm sure." the cat by the bench perks up, staring directly in your direction. it yawns, before bounding away, disappearing behind the vending machine with a flick of its cloud white tail. the machine is missing a few rows of drinks, but the green of a melon soda can that's far too saturated to have a name to the original fruit and the cream and red of a yakult bottle are enough to catch your eyes beneath the harsh light of the display.

"still don't understand how you get cold on a night like this, though." he makes a gesture towards 'this' with one hand, fingers flexing in a way that makes your heart flutter unreasonably.

a moment of silence passes; you can see the distant lights of some prefecture over the hill, and your mind briefly wanders to rainy afternoons, puddles reflecting the red neon of passing cars and distorted faces under plastic umbrellas sandwiched between painted concrete and a dark sky.

"you want a drink? on me, as thanks." you say, breaking the sound of silence and nodding towards the vending machine as you look up at suguru. it takes him a moment to respond, so you use the opportunity to admire his profile; the slope of his nose, the deep hazel of his eyes that shine a copper rust beneath the pale yellow light overhead. his hair is a little messy; it's falling out of its slicked back bun, a product of your earlier fight. there's a scrape on your ankle from tripping through the bush in an attempt to put distance between the curse when you had been engaged earlier; it still stings. there's a tightness to his jaw, you notice- and some part of you wishes you could take it for yourself.

the section of dark hair in front of his face sways as he turns to look down at you, gaze charting the corners of your face (your cheeks look soft, he notes) before he opens his mouth to speak.

one kick to the machine, a disappointed frown when nothing comes out, and two yen bills later, the pop of can tabs fills your ears as condensation seeps into your skin, a pleasant relief from the heaviness of the summer air. it's too much when the cold side of a drink is pressed to your cheek, though-- and you let out a yelp of protest, shooting a quick glare up at suguru, who just laughs it off and takes a sip of his drink.

you down a sip of your own; it's a sweet fruit tea that's your go to whenever it's hot out. sweet, citrusy, like starfruit. it tastes like a summer of youth and a warm blue spring. it's pleasant.

a distant rumble echoes from the dark horizon, and both of your gazes simultaneously snap towards it-- at last, you think. the last train is here. you adjust suguru's jacket around your shoulders, catching a whiff of something that smells like rosemary and new leather as his voice fills your ears.

it's an easy night when you pass the threshold and step into the train car, speckled white floors and blue hard seats greeting you. somewhere, there's a ticket stuffed into one of your pockets; a memento of late evenings that blend into early mornings when there's a bruise on your face and a knick on suguru's wrist that soothe themselves with the harmony of small talk and sensation of fizzling bubbles in cold metal cans as the train jostles you along. you're sitting, and he's standing, one arm on the hangers overhead as you talk about everything and nothing. he catches himself every now and then, watching with minimal interest as the sliding doors part themselves like gateways to the afterlife for ghost passengers. it's not your stop yet; far from it.

"say, suguru-- do you miss going on missions with satoru?" you asked after a moment, fingers drumming against your knees as the automated voice overhead announces the next stop, empty farm plots and tangles of wire passing by as the lights inside cozy houses dim and go off.

he doesn't answer that, so you just look out the window.

(suguru, you gettin' enough sleep? heatstroke?)

"how's the cut on your leg?" he finally murmurs after a moment, his eyelids heavy before he tears his gaze away from a tacky advertising on the wall and back to your scrunched nose.

"annoying." you just sighed, and you watched as he gave a small smile; his eyes fluttering shut, long lashes resting against his cheeks. you wondered if the wings of a butterfly would be heavy enough to weigh them down.

he moves after a second, sitting down one seat away from you in a swift motion and beckoning for you to lift your leg. you comply, not entirely sure where it's going- until he gently rolls the hem of your pant leg up, pressing the cold edge of his half-empty soda to the angry red scratch, and you wince a little before letting out one, long sigh. you melt into the chair, feeling like a senior citizen with a hunched back and one too many shrine visits under a bleached kyoto sun.

"thanks." you mumbled, leaning your head against the window as the train jostles ever so slightly to its own tracked rhythm.

he just hums in response, pulling a worn bandaid out of his pocket; the plastic top has pen smudges on it and the white wax gets caught between his pearly teeth as he tugs it off, taking time to make sure he positions the healing strip properly before flattening it down on your leg.

"shoko makes no sense when she talks about her reversed curse technique, so this'll do." he says quietly, and you let yourself fall into the pool of molasses that comes from his throat as you close your eyes, feeling the dull sensation of pain drain from your muscles and melt away like the first waves of spring and the ripple of lake water as a lone sakura petal disturbs the mirrored blue surface.

"i could learn it." you said after a moment, pressing your lips together in an attempt to snuff out the feeling of his fingers lingering on your skin, toying with the loose edge of the bandaid. he just snorts, and you crack one eye open to glare at him.

the rest of the train ride is spent in silence; you slip in and out of a hazy sleep, and you're faintly aware of the timeline-- somehow, your drink ends up on his lips. your head ends up on his shoulder, and your ears pick up his quickened heartbeat. his warmth is nothing like the humidity that clings to your skin like a layer of smoke and vapor, accompanied by sticky dango and raucous laughter weaving between the sounds of fireworks and the crunch of dirt beneath pairs of geta. he smells like home and his soft hair tickles your face as your little breaths squeeze past your parted lips, a warmth like bumping shoulders and linking fingers seeping into your body like the steady stream of fine sand in an hourglass. a warmth like empty classrooms lit by golden hour; windows cracked open to let in a fresh breeze as the faint smell of cigarette smoke drifts up to the room from the brunette and her lighter beneath the patch of shade from a tree in the courtyard below.

(need a light?)

this is how it's been for the past month. tired mumbles and hushed murmurs exchanged between two people who are more than friends but less than lovers after each harrowing mission; shared drinks and linked pinkies, the warmth that stains cheeks rosy when fingers that look small against calloused ones brush with another hand reaching for the metal pole on the train. heavy silence as you fall asleep on his shoulder; faint tingles when his fingers graze your knuckles as he stares at the dark reflection in the windows across. even the windows know how to make him relax.

one day, it'll be just him. a white bird stained black by apollo's hand in a sea of dirty geese, silent as the others hawk and squawk for a place on the lake. one hand hooked around the hard plastic of a hanger, supporting heavy shoulders with weight that could rival atlas' burden. a boy so tired of being beaten by the waves that he succumbs to the undercurrent with the same practice as before, only the paint on the railings has chipped past repair and not even the greenery of the countryside can touch the stains on the windows to his soul; eyes that used to shine with mirth and crinkle with gentle smiles become sunken and heavy with experience more suited to those a decade older.

he'd already chosen his path when he offered his jacket to you; when he laughed at the way you'd sneezed after investigating the patch of weed that had captured the stray cat's attention from before. and he knew that you'd noticed, and he knew that you'd try, and he knew that he wouldn't let you.

he knew when he woke you up with a gentle nudge to the forehead, suppressing the fluttering feeling in the heart he didn't know he still had when you made a grumpy tired face and stood up with much effort and a stumble or two.

(damn monkeys.)

it was easy nights like these that he'd eventually miss the most. walking you back to your dorm, past the candy wrappers and empty cola cans in the halls stained with imaginary blood and passing glances. departing with a kiss goodbye when he knew you were too drowsy and delirious to be able to remember it come morning.

the swing of a jazz rhythm would get stuck in his throat when you stumbled, only catching yourself from the jolt of the train's stop by latching a hand onto his wrist like some evil little lamprey and muttering a small 'sorry'. he'd laugh it off, collect the empty bottles of drinks of debt, and tug on the sleeve of his jacket on your arms, gently helping you off the platform as your pant leg slid back down to cover the bandaid on your leg, rough fabric scratching away the ghost of his touch on your skin. he wished it would just stay for a little longer.

and when the morning came and you woke up in your bed with his scent on the fabric of your shirt, you'd do it all over again. the only part of the terrible cycle he ever took pleasure in. even when the vile taste of a cursed spirit sunk into his stomach, it would be washed away with the right pop and fizzle of sugary drink followed by an even sweeter kiss to the knot between his tired eyes.

there was nothing about your time together he wouldn't ever miss.

you'd be his past, his present, and his afterlife. even when it was his turn to get off the ghost train and step past those sliding doors that held new meaning, you were the last thought on his mind.

one day, he hopes to see you again, when the last train comes in the night so late it could be considered early morning and the platform can relive old memories of peeling paint on a past summer spring once more.

hope u guys enjoyed the catoru cameo my (riaki) stuff. don't repost and/or plagiarize !

[captainuranium543]

The greatest struggle a fairy tail fan faces is accepting that not everyone can be as correct about a character as you are

[blvckentropy]

BTS: Jenavieve got beef w/ Mayor Whiskers.

[starzalign]

So…I have a lot to say about ‘The Bear’ S2 Finale but imma keep it sweet & simple.

Claire saying ‘I love you’ was….unexpected I watched every scene that they were in together, and still didn’t expect that😭nothing about them had chemistry enough to be IN love. There was more weight behind read text messages on Marcus’s phone, than that ‘love’ scene. I did scream ‘NOOOOO’ though so that counts for something💀

Carmy locking himself in a fridge, that he was supposed to fix weeks ago was an amazing metaphor. Sydney, my love, any W’s she takes is a win for me as well. That’s my bby and even when she’s wrong she’s not wrong🫶🏾

Everything else was lovely though & I cant wait for Season 3!!!

[frudoo]

How would slasher! 141 react to a reader who isn’t a fan of violence but goes absolutely HAM when one of the victims escapes and injured her boyfriends? (I know the guys are good at what they do but let’s just pretend lol)

maybe she’s dirty from doing chores outside and the victim assumes that she’s an escapee as well, says something about ‘stabbing that fucker with his own knife’ and she just sees red because this piece of shit hurt her boys and she CANNOT let that stand.

Without even thinking, she starts absolutely wailing on this person, punching, kicking, etc. She's got blood on her clothes and shes breathing heavily when the boys finally make their way outside.

how would they react? 😳

This AU has me tweakin I swear

Warnings: Dark!Fic/DDDNE. Explicit gore. Emetophobia.

You gently pick up the little rabbit and giggle, pressing a kiss to its fur before sending it off somewhere else that isn’t your vegetable garden. The pesky things have been terrorizing your poor crops, and while it’s a nuisance, you just can’t stay mad at the little fellas, let alone ask your boys to get rid of the problem. There’s a rustling in the bush next to you and you suspect it’s another bunny looking for a tasty meal, but before you can go investigate, a loud scream coming from the barn startles you.

     Typically, you’re able to drown out the sounds of your husbands’ victims—it freaks you out to hear a person in so much pain, no matter how badly they deserve it. But this is not a victim’s scream. You know that scream. It’s the same one you hear any time he stubs his toe or gets a cramp in bed. That’s Simon’s scream. Immediately you’re on alert, standing from your knees and starting towards the barn.

     Instead of seeing your husband rush out, seeking medical aid or some kind of comfort, a random man covered in dirt and blood comes stumbling outside, looking terrified. You recognize him as the guy Simon, the big, unbreakable brick wall of a man, had even said wasn’t an easy one to catch. When the man sees you also covered in muck, he laughs like he’s just won the lottery, relieved. He rushes up to you, grabbing your hand and trying to pull you towards the fields, no doubt to look for some kind of escape. 

     “C’mon, we- we gotta get outta here. Now! We have time- fuck, lady, come on! I stabbed that fucker with his own knife, so we have time,” he rambles, digging his filthy nails into your skin to get a better grip.

     His words seem to make your heart stop beating in your chest. So that’s why Simon was screaming in pain. Your Simon, your sweet baby, one of your protectors, hurt by an inferior piece of meat. A special brand of scum. You’re scratching at his face before you even realize it. 

     “Wha- bitch! Stop! I’m trying to save you, lady!” Any other time, you’re sure a man like him could have easily overpowered you, but you feel fucking invincible right now, kicking the backs of his knees until he falls.

     You pounce on his back and trap him on the ground, grabbing a handful of his hair and pulling his head back just to smash it into the dirt. He’s screaming in agony and you’re sure his nose is broken, but you can’t stop. He hurt one of your boys, and if you know anything about the pieces of shit your husbands get rid of, you’re positive nobody is going to miss the one struggling beneath your weight. You bash his head into the ground over and over—his nose is completely crushed and his teeth are busted, but you just keep going and going and going until your arms are finally tired and you’re heaving with effort.

     When you climb off of him, you see just how much blood has tainted the grass, and you feel nauseous. The man is no longer screaming, not even grunting or moaning, and you know you’ve killed him. You roll him over just to make sure, and the sight of his mangled face makes you lean forward to vomit. You end up tripping over one of his untied shoelaces and falling right on top of his body. Sobbing, you scramble away, screaming when your back hits something solid.

     “Hey, hey, it’s just me, darlin’. Just me,” John coos, helping you up and pulling you into a tight hug.

     “I-I di- I didn’t mean to,” you weep, blood and bile still sour on your tongue. “H-he… he stabbed Simon, and- and I-”

     “Okay, sweetheart, it’s fine. I’ve got you now, yeah? Deep breaths, baby, breathe with me,” John instructs, cupping your sticky cheeks in his palms and forcing you to look at him.

     Distantly, you see Johnny rushing towards the barn and Kyle dragging the man’s body out of sight, but John makes you focus on him. Only once you’re calm, sniffling instead of hyperventilating, does he explain what’s going on. 

     “Kyle’s cleanin’, and Johnny’s gettin’ Simon all patched up. He’s gonna be okay, baby. You were so brave for us, sweet girl. Do you hear me? I'm so proud of you. We all are.” 

     You nod, but you need to see Simon, make sure that he’s really okay. Make sure your efforts weren’t in vain, that the blood on your hands wasn’t shed pointlessly.

     “I wanna see him,” you hiccup, and John nods, turning you around so you can watch as Johnny helps him walk out of the barn.

     You let out a sob of relief, rushing towards the pair and wrapping your arms around Simon, who grunts in pain. You gasp and move to pull away, but Simon just holds you tighter, letting you take as much comfort as you need from him.

     “I love you,” you murmur, and he smiles.

     “I love you more, perfect girl.”

[pomribs]

slowly starting to hate ellie williams bc of how the fandom treats her

and im not talking about all the thirsting and calling her hot (she is hot), its the way she gets so wildy mischaracterised BECAUSE shes hot

like ellies a bitch!! and her morals and ideals are fucked and shes losing all empathy and shes going crazy but thats why i love her and thats what makes her such a good and interesting character

but when you take that all away and try to excuse her actions or baby her or god forbid call her a hey mamas masc lesbian bc of how she looks immediately she becomes such an unappealing protagonist

and the double standards of excusing her actions bc she lost her dad and then hating abby bc "she killed joel" ABBYS DAD ALSO DIED???? u just unlocked the whole plot of tlou good job r the pieces making sense yet??

idk ellie is just becoming annoying to me now and idk if i can be saved i recognise how great of a character she is but yall r tweakin out 😞

[princessbrunette]

JJ who is thirsting and horny after the pretty daughter of the Kook family he works for but gets cornered and roughed up by Rafe andhis croonies bc it's Rafe who 'deserves you since you're basically of the same breed, not a dirty Pogue like him', plus you're too good for someone like JJ who only wants you for pussy and money while Rafe is a born protector, all aggressive and territorial, so he's obviously the better choice for you.

I think the boys would genuinely start tweaking if you ever pranced around in that pretty pink frily bikini of yours in your garden amd send them a wave and sweet smile :/

ohhhhh my god. oh my god im obsessed . “while rafe is a born protector, all aggressive and territorial” what if i nutted

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rafe literally wanting to explode when jj shows up as a waiter at midsummers and you all but squeal and run over to him and throw your arms around his neck so excited to see him !! and rafe tugs you away by the arm, gritting his teeth like “you’re here with me, remember?” giving your arm a threatening squeeze but like technically your parents set that up n you can hug who u want !! 🙄

jayj getting kinda spooked when you hug him like that in public because he’s so conscious about your family seeing, he doesn’t wanna get in trouble bc he really needs his job! so he kinda just gives your waist a little squeeze like “uh—hey there, sweetheart, oop, watch the hands— kinda on the clock here but uh, you havin’ fun?” conversing w you before you get yanked away by rafe … 🙄

rafe and his friends roughing him up in the bathroom whilst rafe lectures him :(( “talk t’me, pogue —what is it you really want, nah nah, it’s all good. we’re all guys here.” getting in his face. “is it money? know you don’t have much of that. hey, if i had my wallet, id definitely donate a lil’ something to your cause but uh, this is a new suit.” he pats himself down.

“think i’ll have to pass on that.” jj strains, struggling in kelces headlock.

“what is it then… is it pussy? you…” he huffs out a laugh. “you think she’s gonna give it up for a dirtbag like you? dirtyin’ up that pretty pink bed of hers?” jj doesn’t say anything, continuing to try and fight his way out and rafe just laughs. “knew it, s’always pussy man. you just wanna get right up in there, don’t you maybank. spread those legs and go to town, probably never had anything like that huh? just busted dirty pogue pussy. listen man i— i almost feel sorry for you... it’s so not happening.”

and then jj spits in his face which makes rafe laugh again, pulling back and wiping his face with an amused “oh?”

ofc you walk in at the worst time, brows all furrowed playing with the material of your dress. “what’s going on?” looking between the boys. rafe of course swoops in, joining you at your side with a hand at your lower back.

“i dunno! came in here n’your friend started tweakin’ out, swinging on me. you probably shouldn’t talk to him anymore, babe.”

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[pwinkprincess]

omg imagine bunny n gojo at a party and he looks away for a second and when he's back he sees that she's been roped into a spin the bottle game >~<

he'd genuienly start tweakin . hes da only guy she's kissed eveerrr so when he sees some dude tryna grab her head nd press his nasti lips against hers hes stoppin it in .5 seconds !! he might even punch him a few times while bunni cries cus shes da reason he got hurt ૮ ◞ ﻌ ◟ ა . toru makes her apologize by draggin her to da bafroom nd makin her gag around him since she wants t'put her lips on things .

[nokkihy]

DOWNPOUR

WARNINGS: cussing, open ended (?)

PAIRINGS: miles42 x black!fem reader

AUTHORS NOTE: school starts soon so expect posts to be slowing down (as if i post consistently anyway 🤔)

the sound of rain pattering on your window filled the room you and miles were currently sitting in, laying down on your bed and watching tv together. it had been raining pretty often lately, so for the past few days you’ve been in your house. lucky for you, the rain has always been your favorite so you didn’t mind that much. miles, on the other hand, hated it.

he hated how he would get wet, (since he refuses to carry an umbrella and rely on his jacket hoodie instead) he hated how it would get dark even at in the middle of the day when the sun is supposed to be shining. he hated how he would have to stay inside instead of being outside playing basketball, but he would stay inside as long as you were with him.

the two of you were already cuddled up with no intention of getting up anytime soon, watching a random movie you found on netflix. neither of you were paying attention, though. you were talking about the drama at school and talking shit about everyone.

“so tell me why this girl jasmine comes up to me and she all like ‘you needa stay away from miles because hes my man and he dont want you’ and i swear i wanted to tell her everything.. but i know what you said about bein secret and stuff so i kept my mouth shut, but i swear if i wouldnt have walked away her goofy ass would’ve been on the floor.”

you rant, rolling your eyes and shaking your head as you get a lil too into it, but you calm down eventually and look at miles as he watched you.

“ma, she tweakin. i don’t even know her ass, so you don’t gotta worry. ‘m all yours.” he says, grinning and pressing a kiss to your cheek. he briefly looks out the window, looking back at you before sighing.

“i kinda see why you like the rain now.”

@ nokkihy , all rights reserved

[icrypop]

Hi! I LOVE your yandere schoolbus graveyard stories and I have this in my mind for a long time,it's ok if you don't want to do it 🙂

I was thinking what would happen if y/n showed up at the sbg characters house while a rainstorm is happening and their parents kicked them out with nothing and y/n looks beaten up?

(I know dang well all of them gonna be tweakin out also again it's ok if you don't wanna do it🙂👍 it's my first time asking)

Y/N Shows Up at the SBG Gangs' House During a Rainstorm

Ashlynn, Taylor/Tyler, Ben, Aiden, Logan

WARNINGS: Talks about abuse/injuries

Hope this fits the ask! Trust me hon, i answer asks always as long as they follow requesting rules :))) Don't feel nervous!!

-Writer Icy<3

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Context:

Y/N arrives at the home of one of the School Bus Graveyard gang members in the middle of a severe rainstorm. They're drenched, shivering, and visibly beaten up, having been kicked out by their parents with nothing but the clothes on their back.

Ashlynn:

Immediate Concern: Ashlynn is instantly alarmed when she sees Y/N at her doorstep. She quickly pulls them inside, her heart breaking at the sight of their bruises and soaked clothes.

Gentle Care: Ashlynn carefully helps Y/N out of their wet clothes and wraps them in a warm blanket. She speaks softly, trying not to overwhelm Y/N, but her eyes reflect the deep concern she feels. She’s gentle as she cleans up any visible injuries and makes sure Y/N is comfortable.

Silent Fury: Though Ashlynn is kind and comforting to Y/N, inside, she’s seething with anger toward Y/N’s parents. She’s already thinking about how to help Y/N in the long run, determined to make sure they never have to go back to such a toxic environment.

Tyler:

Protective Response: Tyler’s protective instincts kick in the moment he sees Y/N on his doorstep. He immediately pulls them inside, closing the door against the storm and guiding them to a warm spot in the house.

Quiet Reassurance: Tyler doesn’t say much at first, instead focusing on getting Y/N dry and warm. He offers them his own clothes, making sure they’re as comfortable as possible. His hands might shake with the effort to remain calm, but he does his best to reassure Y/N that they’re safe now.

Subdued Anger: Inside, Tyler is furious with Y/N’s parents. He’s already thinking about what he can do to help Y/N in the long term, even if it means confronting their parents or finding them a new place to stay. He’s ready to do whatever it takes to keep Y/N safe.

Taylor:

Immediate Action: Taylor springs into action as soon as she sees Y/N. She pulls them inside, her mind racing as she takes in their disheveled and injured state. She’s determined to make them feel safe and loved, no matter what.

Comforting Distraction: Taylor might try to lighten the mood a bit, making jokes or talking about anything to distract Y/N from the pain and fear. She’s not ignoring the seriousness of the situation, but she knows Y/N could use a bit of normalcy to help them calm down.

Determined Protection: Taylor’s playful demeanor hides a fierce determination. She’s already plotting ways to make sure Y/N never has to go back to their parents, even if it means they have to stay with her permanently. She’ll protect Y/N with everything she has.

Aiden:

Overwhelmed Concern: Aiden is immediately overwhelmed with concern when he sees Y/N on his doorstep. He pulls them inside, his voice shaky as he asks what happened. His heart breaks at the sight of their injuries.

Comforting Presence: Aiden wraps Y/N in the warmest blanket he can find and makes them a hot drink, trying to soothe them in any way he can. He might even start to tear up, his emotions getting the best of him as he tries to comfort Y/N.

Emotional Support: Aiden stays close to Y/N, holding their hand or offering a reassuring hug. He’s deeply affected by what’s happened and wants Y/N to know they’re not alone. He’ll be their emotional rock, even if he’s struggling to keep it together himself.

Ben:

Silent Shock: Ben is struck silent when he sees Y/N at his door, beaten and soaked. He quickly pulls them inside, but his mind is racing with emotions—anger, worry, and a fierce protectiveness all mixing together.

Tender Care: Ben is gentle as he helps Y/N change into dry clothes and tends to their injuries. He doesn’t say much, but his actions speak volumes. He’s focused on making sure Y/N feels safe and cared for.

Burning Anger: Inside, Ben is furious. He’s never been this angry before, and it scares him how much he wants to hurt those who’ve hurt Y/N. But for now, he pushes that aside, focusing on being there for Y/N and figuring out how to protect them going forward.

Logan:

Calm Efficiency: Logan’s first instinct is to pull Y/N inside and assess the situation calmly. He’s worried, but he knows panicking won’t help. He quickly gets Y/N out of their wet clothes and into something warm, offering quiet words of comfort as he does so.

Medical Attention: Logan carefully examines Y/N’s injuries, offering basic first aid while suggesting they see a doctor if needed. He’s methodical in his care, making sure nothing is overlooked.

Long-Term Thinking: While caring for Y/N, Logan is already planning out the next steps. He’s considering everything from legal action against Y/N’s parents to finding a more permanent solution for their safety and well-being. He won’t rest until Y/N is secure and far from harm.

The gang collectively is affected by what’s happened and determined to make sure Y/N never has to go through such an ordeal again. Together, they form an unbreakable support system for Y/N, ensuring they’re safe, loved, and cared for as they recover from the trauma.

[thatonecatcat]

why does she have the gay eyes on one of the frames?

im actually gonna start tweakin if someone calls it the gay eyes again LMAO-

no, she was there. her eyes like the sirens that surrounded. her mind surely gaping into the null void. i cant believe it, still. she was just a child, gerda. it- it was like looking into a prism but— i dont know how a sane person could do that.

shes not sane, alfur. shes damn demolished. if she still had a piece of mind left shed have two pupils and irises!

you dont get it! shes never been like this before! i dont understand!

i never expect you to understand. you’re just an elf.

[amphitriteswife]

Poseidon onlyfans headcanons (OOC)

He would kill it

Nah fr bro would be taking the most delicious pics ever

He has one of him in a bunny suit

Probably has those thirst traps that got leaked and made into a meme

He would have like a pic of him tied up with a smirk

Amphitrite adviced him to fix his lighting wich made him even more popular

Has a lot of videos of him masturbating

Once had a pic of him and Hades only their faces weren’t on it

Posted gym pictures too

Makes ASMR scenarios and ppl simp over it

Lots of different angles and positions

It’s curved upwards

Bro is clean shaved. Always. No hair on his body. Ever.

Aphrodite found out about this and offered to collaborate with him

His ass is plump ( i know its flat but its plump in my heart)

It he was challenged to a twerk contest he would win

Rubs his body in coconut scented oil.

Surprisingly used make up sometimes. But mostly blush and maybe eyeliner ( he would never admit it but he likes graphic eyeliner)

His only fans would be atleast be €150 or more

Wear a lot of Slutty clothes

Overall just your average male white slut. 7/10 for his effort.

He would feel like this

Someone called him babygirl and he replied with ‘I’m a grown man. Not a baby nor a girl.’ He is a boomer.

Ppl begged him to stream on twitch and he decided to give it a shot.

He takes atleast an hour to get the angle of the camera right.

Cried when someone asked him if he got a BBL.

Someone asked him to twerk to ishowspeed songs

Amphitrite once interrupted him during his streams. They just stared at each other while the chat went crazy. So she just slowly shut the door while still maintaining eye contact with him.

Someone leaked his Ip address in the chat once and another person was begging him for feet pics (real)

Ppl found his insta and started to dm him

Amphitrite sends bots in his chat on twitch

Someone in the chat tricked him into saying slurs so he got banned

Dawg probably moaned his own name during the deed 💀💀💀

Hades tweakin’ too

Thanks for reading this abomination 🥰

I made every bot of him either cry or he straight up murdered me

@lady-pani-dabaddie @monstertreden @monochrome-cropcrown @posei-dont-mina

[richeeduvie]

You deserve a day off😭you post a little less for like a day n ppl start tweakin (understandably) but like yall she’s a human like us

anyways I got my septum today i feel the need to tell you bc your my bsf now 😛😛

I do understand it, I have been posting less and less but that's only because of life. Fuck life, I just wanna play video games, spend money, and write out my delusions but noooo. I am genuinely thankful for any concern, its lovely to know people care when I write or don't write - but also thank you for speaking on me! I can say confidently that if I do have any personal, life, or mental issues that need me to take a break from this, I will tell you guys <3 For now my job is just short-staffed so any of yall looking for a salary or something

But also....CHAPTER 74 OF MADMAN IS NOW OUT ON AO3!!!

YEAH!!!!

Also I've always wanted some sort of piercing that's not for the ears and septums are so cool. I bet you look great and damn you're braver than me...

[off-the-heezys]

How do you think a Nikkiel plot would go if Nikki gains feelings for Neil first and the only reason she hasn’t said anything yet is because Max is her wingman and doesn’t want her to scare them off or have her feelings affect their comedy trio group dynamic but mainly the first one 

Rachel raised an entire army of Nikkiel this is crazy good for them

She would probably sit there listening to Max talk about how friend groups always fall apart when two people in the friend group start dating and she’s like MHM!! YEAH. T. TOTALLY. I AGREE but she’s sweating bullets

It probably makes her even more aware of her feelings whenever the three of them are hanging out and she’s literally tweakin

She probably has that “ew, I like Neil? NEIL??? WHY HIM??” And if she ever told Max he would react the same exact way

Max feels like a wall standing between her and Neil, but she’s so worried that the only way to get through that wall is to break it down, you know?

[gamerbearmira]

👻

The triplets were getting too old for their monthly ritual. At least that’s what Alma said. Not to them of course but to Pedro the morning of the full moon.

Pedro laughed then kissed her forehead. “You say that now but someday when they really are too old you’ll miss it.”

He was right of course but someone in this family had to at least pretend to be the stern one. When night fell however and the door to their bed room creaked open Alma let out a purr of delight.

The purring stopped when her ears were met with small mews. Alma and Pedro popped their cat heads over the side of the bed and gapped in shock.

The triplets were kittens.

“I guess it’s hereditary?” Pedro meowed.

Alma huffed and hopped out of the bed. She helped each on of the children into the bed. She groomed Pepa’s wild fur and the kittens started to drift to sleep.

“This is nice,” Alma whispered before sleep took her.

“Yeah,” Pedro purred.

Probably thought they was tweakin for a minute 💀 like imagine expecting huma triplets to walk in and. It’s three kittens. I would’ve been FLABBERGASTED dawg 😭

Pedro got jokes huh 🫸🥪

ALSO HIIII <333 hope you’re doing well <333