#sign off on something im getting on my body forever

[fromtheberrybush]

"... i might have something-"

berry searches faer bag again, and pulls out a stress ball!! Hands it to little junichiro

"I'll disinfect it. I'm not gonna lie, it might hurt a little bit, but it's better for you in the long run. An infection hurts a lot more for a lot longer."

*boom. It's late at night, and there's a small-ish teenager wandering around in the cold... he seems content, however.*

@lightspecksofsnow

"Hey kid?"

Berry walks a bit closer, shivering faerself

"Are you cold? Do you need a jacket?"

[milkloafy]

wait..... this is hella cute!!! <3<3<3<3<3<3<3 if ur free to do reqs could you do hsr boys summer headcanons? im not sure if theyre open so it's fine if u dont thx!!! 🩷🩷

SUMMER SUN; SUMMER FUN — AVENTURINE, DAN HENG, JING YUAN

⋆｡˚ ❀ a/n: ty anon for the request!! :> yes they are open so request awayyy ! i love summer sm best season fr so this was such a fun vibe to write :3 i hope u enjoy! i wasn’t sure which hsr guys u wanted so i just picked my current favs AHDKSLDK 

𝜗𝜚 — AVENTURINE

aventurine would love going to the beach with you 

building sand castles, picking seashells, jumping over the shallow waves along the shore

it all feels fun and refreshing to him. something he did not have the luxury to feel when he was younger

at your encouragement, he signs the two of you up for surf lessons one day

aventurine is…not a natural 

you’re both falling off the boards and needing the instructor to come and fish you out of the waves

after a few too many close calls, aventurine decides he never wants to go surfing again 

when the sun sets and golden hour hits, you take one million photos of aventurine, at minimum 

he models and poses for you, enjoying your excitement whenever you get a good shot 

once you’d had your fill, aventurine sneaks a few photos of you as well

he shows you his favorite beach pic of you with a smile

“you’re prettier than the sunset” 

aventurine ends the day off by buying ice cream for the two of you as you head home <3 

𝜗𝜚 — DAN HENG

while dan heng likes the warmth, he is not a fan of the summer heat

he prefers staying indoors during the summer, at the library or in museum with minimal walking around outside during the day

however, he does like sitting underneath the shade of a tree and reading a book 

some days, he’ll set up a hammock between two trees and ask you to join him 

when the heat cools down and the darkness graces the earth, dan heng likes to walk around and go stargazing 

the temperature is perfect at night—not too hot but also not cold enough to need anything other than a long sleeve shirt or a light jacket

dan heng has read about all the constellations you can see in the summer 

he’s disappointed there’s too much light pollution in most places, but for the stars he can see, he points it out to you and explains the story behind it

what constellation it’s part of, what planet is next to it, is that a space vehicle or a cosmo? 

he would definitely go on one of those websites that sell you a star lmao and “buy” one for you

even though he’s aware it’s a scam, he know you’d find it cute. dan heng shows you the certificate of your new star ownership and the two of you look for the coordinates in the night sky together <3

“you deserve the universe, but for now i got you a star”

𝜗𝜚 — JING YUAN

jing yuan thinks going to an amusement park is the peak summertime activity 

doesn’t matter if you are sweating buckets waiting in the long lines surround by body heat. jing yuan comes prepared. he has a hat, a battery-powered fan with a built-in mist spray, and water bottles with ice 

of course, he shares all that with you once you get tired of using your foldable fan

jing yuan is an amusement park snack afficionado. a salty pretzel? yes. a sweet treat? yes. a whole ass turkey leg? also yes. 

you are never hungry during your outing since jing yuan has you covered 

when you want photos taken of you, you show jing yuan exactly how you want it—angle and zoom and everything

yet when he takes the photo, it comes out off

crooked. blurry. you’re half cut off…

the only good photo he took of you is one where you weren’t prepared and have a horrendously silly look on your face 

“jing yuan… delete that right now.” 

“why? i believe it is called a ‘candid’ by the young folks. very popular.” 

you may not have come out with good photos of yourself, but at least you and jing yuan had fun and will treasure these memories forever. no matter how bad the photo to capture it is. 

[wwaheoh]

hehe, i know im probably not the first and definitely won't be the last to ask, but we need a part 3 of the rejected confession series!! whether its a happy ending of reader and the character getting together or just making up and staying friends (or forever parting ways) we need closure!! so when you think you are ready for it, could we possibly have a final part? :,)

“Reconciliation”, Zenless Zone Zero x gnReader

Von Lycaon, Anby Demara, Zhu Yuan

a/n: thank yall so much for the support! its meant so much! i hope everyone enjoys the "good ending" to the Unrequited Love series.

a/n²: also thanks to that one anonymous requester, loved your ideas and helped a bunch when writing! hope i did well in realizing it!

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

The day before heading to the scheduled meet, you were stressed out of your mind. Having made up your mind, you decided to go, whether it be for reconciliation or- no, you shouldn’t think so optimistically. Maybe this was just a way for them to berate you for ghosting them before cutting ties forever…

With that optimistic thought, you made your way back home, finally getting off the bench you’d been glued to with thought after the brief encounter with the shark-girl. Sorta embarrassing to be told to fix your relationship by a high school girl but at this point any push that didn’t get you deeper into becoming a shut-in was better than none.

Stepping into your home, you shut and locked the door behind you before heading to your room, beelining straight for the closet. Sliding it open, you began to look through the hanged clothing, contemplating what you should wear. Something cute? Something bold? Something that you’d think he’d like or something you felt comfortable in?

After several minutes of this, you finally picked out an outfit, now onto actually getting sleep. Setting the clothes onto a chair, you went to your bathroom and undressed, putting on sleepwear and throwing yourself onto the bed.

A wave of exhaustion passed through you, wow, you were a lot more tired than you thought…

///

The outing with you had been going well, Lycaon thought, today was a beautiful day, thankfully Rina was aiding Corin today so he had no worries about being forced to cut it short and attend to any accidents their junior was prone to.

Strolling by the pier of Lumina Square, water a sunset orange as thr Sun began to set into the horizon, you stopped walking, with him following, a sign of confusion on his face.

“Hey, Lycaon?” You spoke nervously, demeanor slightly shaking. Worry began to draw in, not outwardly showing it, not wanting to make you more nervous in speaking. Something that he usually did when with clients- unconsciously leading him to thinking of you as a client rather than his friend at the moment.

Then you confessed.

His mind stopped- cool breaking as the words spilled out of your mouth and into his ears. Forcing his tail to not wag, he was about to reply. Yet what came out of his mouth was not what he intended, having forced his brain into ‘work mode’ to protect himself from all the possibilities of what you might have said.

So instead of accepting your feelings, happily rejoicing and telling you that he returned them wholeheartedly. He… rejected you. The words tumbled out of his mouth, rushed, the professional tone he used with clients slipped in. As if he were a prisoner in his body.

The look you gave him immediately showed he screwed up. Unable to approach as you began to cry, not wanting to take back the words- not because he believed them, but because he believed you would think he was simply pitying you and throwing a bone.

“I’ll start the car up. It’s getting late.”

“I- it’s- hic- it’s f-fine. I’ll get home on m-my own.”

“I must insi-”

“I said it’s fine!”

His ears drooping, wild guilt painted on his face, internally berating himself for having somehow messed up the interaction of his dreams. He went back to his car, turning it on and beginning the drive back home.

Atleast, that’s what he led you to believe. Instead, he parked in a nearby alley before shadowing you- unwilling to not see you home.

The day after that, he texted you, yet you never responded. Days of being left on ‘Read’ became days of you not opening his text messages at all.

It had begun to get at him, his voice became colder than usual with clients, still professional but with more sharpness to it. The others noticed their boss acting like this, yet were unable to pry into the why. It was a shared silent agreement between them and their boss, a wall between their professional work and personal lives. He met with Master Phatheon a few times and even they noticed something was off with the butler.

One day Ellen overheard him murmuring, quickly figuring out who he was so hung up about and what had happened- with some aid from Miss Rina. Unbeknownst to Lycaon, she met up with you unexpectedly, getting you to meet with Lycaon at the cafe. With Rina “booking an appointment” with a client, for Lycaon to meet with at the very same time.

///

Stepping into the cafe, bell jingling behind you, looking around the cafe before finding the spot Ellen had directed you to, tilting her head to the farthest seat with her signature bored look and lollipop in mouth. Nodding gratefully, you made your way to the table and sat down. Nerves ablaze, you fixed your clothes, making sure nothing was out of place. Worries bubbled up in your mind, thoughts of what could go wrong swirling in the bubbling soup of anxiousness.

Silver fur snapped you out of your spiraling, the Therian that’d been on your mind now realized in front of you. He mirrored your expression of shock, not having thought to see you again, before he quickly closed the gap, holding you tightly.

“I am so sorry.” Breathless, he looked deep into your eyes, “I had not meant to say what I did. I do wish to be with you. If you’d have me.” Not a man to screw up an opportunity like this- especially after having messed up so badly, any and all grievances be damned- he would say his peace and lay his heart into your hands, to either hold or crush at your whim.

You returned his hold, tears welling up as the two of you embraced, hearts swelling with joy as his hard, fluffy body pressed tightly against you, finally together once more. Sobbing openly as finally, the two of you were together, this time as lovers.

It was a little awkward stepping out of the cafe, with some customers very obviously glancing at the two of you after your two very public reunion…

After Anby had run from your confession, she spent a lot of time rewatching movies. Romance and tragedy specifically, trying to find a solution to what has transpired. The rest of the Cunning Hares were confused about her seemingly out of nowhere interest in those genres, usually seeing her watch action or thrillers.

There was an aching in her heart, one she had originally attributed to the loss of a friend, yet it felt stronger, much stronger. As she watched more and more, she came across an animated film, one of a failed relationship, of how being apart makes the heart grow fonder, ending with the two getting together, stronger than before.

That’s what she wanted.

While originally she was true to herself, only wanting you as a friend, time revealed that she wanted more, especially after forcing herself to dodge into alleys after even a glimpse of your hair, oftentimes leading to odd looks from the Cunning Hares or Phaethon. She wanted to be closer to you, like how the protagonists in the films were.

Standing up, resolution in her heart and an apology on her tongue, she exited the door and began making her way to your abode, moonlight and street lamps lighting the way.

///

You couldn’t sleep. It wasn’t a one-off occurrence either. Thoughts powered by the late night struck harshly, leaving lasting impressions that made sleep impossible. Especially those of a particular silver-haired girl.

Sighing, you shook your head, as if to shake the thoughts physically out, getting up from your bed and heading to the kitchen. Opening up the refrigerator, you grabbed a cold pitcher of water and a cup from the cupboard, turning the pitcher and letting the cool liquid spill into the cup, only turning it back upright as it neared the top.

Putting the pitcher back into the fridge before closing it, you grabbed the cup and steadily began to drink from it. Refreshing, always helping whenever those thoughts arrive…

A notification from your phone rang out, having left it in your bedroom you began to make your way to said room, when a knock at the door stopped you. Nothing good ever came from someone at your door at near midnight.

Grabbing a nearby object- your hand finding the handle of a knife, you quietly made your way to the door. Looking through the peephole, you saw a familiar face that made your muscles freeze.

Anby, staring right back at you. In her usual getup, with the same mono-look, but a hint of anxiousness hidden in her eyes.

Setting the knife down onto the counter, you slowly opened up the door, nerves threatening a rebellion against your body as you opened the door.

Finally face to face with Anby, without the blurriness and fish-eye view that the peephole provided, you could see how less kept she was than usual. Eyes tinged with red- a sign of screen overuse. Sweat, faster breaths, a flush of red coloring her pale cheeks.

The two of you stared at each other for a second before she quickly closed in.

“I’m sorry.” Her voice cracked, monotone as it was, a hint of breathiness from her seemingly having sprinted here from wherever she was prior. “I shouldn’t have ran.”

You didn’t know what to do, worried that nodding or shaking your head would give the wrong impression- whatever the impression you wanted to give was lost to you.

You just stood there, listening to what she had to say.

“In the movies they always get together after the first confession. But it didn’t feel right at the time- but it also didn’t feel right saying no.”

A silence before you decided to share your two cents.

“Anby-” her attention diverted back to you straightaway, “How about this. We date for a bit- say, a year, then if you feel like it’s right, then we can continue. If not, then atleast we tried…”

“Just don’t run again, even being friends would be better than never seeing you again.”

She quickly closed the gap between the two of you, embracing you tightly, with you following suit. “Okay…” her voice was shaky, her grip on you was not.

Okay actually it was too tight- “Anby I think you’re gonna break my spine!”

Stepping out of your assigned police car, you nodded to your partner as they exited the vehicle and went to leave the premises. Qingyi having gone back to Zhu Yuan’s side after the one day the two of you were assigned together, message delivered, you wondered how she pulled off getting to be your partner.

You began to make your way to Zhu Yuan’s desk, with her filling out some final papers regarding what happened to the blimp atop of the Ballet Twins Towers. A situation that had been narrowly avoided ending in catastrophe by an inorganic citizen being insusceptible to the knock-out gasses found in the systems of the victims. Her squadron had been the first to the scene, being stopped at the first tower before being forced to evacuate and find another way up by several explosives being detonated at the bridge.

It was a headache for everyone involved, happy that the worse situation happened but not looking forward to the amount of paperwork needed to be filed, especially since the prime suspect of a major case and now this case had gone off-grid with the blimp to who knows where now.

Thankfully it seemed Zhu Yuan didn’t mind it too much, all too happy to do her work, no matter how monotonous it seemed. Turning off the computer for the day and filing papers into cabinets, she had been adding a sprinkle of water into the tomato plant she’d been growing, thoughts swirling as she continued with the monotonous task.

///

It’d been days since she last saw you. Invitations declined, only glimpses of you before you seemingly disappeared into the crowd or entered somewhere she couldn’t follow. Her days had been growing duller, work becoming a distraction to her problems.

Her mom had commented on this, citing worries about how she’d been seemingly throwing herself deeper into work and training, questioning the near-null appearances of you in recent times. She hated to lie to them, yet didn’t want to confront the facts.

She’d been too late to tell you how she felt. She would never get the opportunity again...

One day Qingyi told Zhu Yuan that she'd have to stay a little later, orders given to her to give to Zhu Yuan a little extra work. While to most, this’d be an annoyance, Zhu Yuan readily accepted the new work, not wanting to go back to her lonely apartment.

///

You knocked on the doorframe- breaking her out of her thoughts, face lighting up as she laid eyes on you.

“Uh, hey Zhu Yuan…” She set the water-can down and stood up hastily. “Hey! Uhm…” The two of you stood awkwardly as you tried to form the words you wanted to say.

“I’m sorry.” Zhu Yuan looked at you, worry on her face, urging you to continue. While she had been hurt from how you were seemingly avoiding her, she still looked at you as a close friend.

“It’s… stupid of me. But I wanted to tell you that…”

You confessed, deciding to put all your trust in Qingyi and just do it. Ripping the proverbial band-aid off, the words tumbled out.

She stood there, wide-eyed as you finished. There was a brief silence before tears began to bunch at the edge of her eyes. Your heart stopped, worried that you’d done something wrong before she closed the gap and embraced you, repeating “Yes!” and “I like you too!”, nearly squealing in delight.

You were dazed from how hard she was shaking you, before finally getting a hold. “So.. you’re not into Qingyi?”

“Huh? No, where’d you get that idea?”

“Ahh…” it was a little embarrassing to admit this in hindsight, “I thought since… you looked at her like that, that you…”

She giggled a little, before stopping quickly, “Sorry- I- I looked like that because I was thinking of you. Just, I looked away anytime you looked at me since I didn’t know if you returned my feelings…”

“Ah…”

Finally love bloomed, no longer covered by the walls of uncertainty.

[roseapov]

Thanks to Havria

Zhongli x GN!Reader

Tw: mentions of obsession, fixation, manipulation, worshipping, killing, mentions of diving powers, manipulation into a marriage

Spoilers to Zhongli's Story Quest Part 1

Povtober 2023, Day 9 [Masterlist]

For the first time, you met under the moonlight. The moon was in full set, giving you much needed light. You tried solving puzzles to Havria's domain, as her follower. Follower of the Goddess of salt, that you admired more than anything.

With your lack of knowledge on the real story of Havria's death, you blamed it all onto Morax, the Geo Archon.

When the man caught you red-handed while you were messing with mechanisms blocking your way to your Goddesses hideout. His gaze made you tremble, not knowing why, reminded you of the god people of this land worshipped and you loathed, the thought of him making you shiver with dread.

You couldn't move, your body like in paralysis. The only thing you could do was to stare at this mysterious man in expensive brown attire and seconds after you blacked out.

When you woke up you found yourself laying on the bed in the Bubu Pharmacy. How did you know? You were a common guest here cause of your concern for the doctor Baizhu health.

What you saw after a few seconds was the same man from the last time, sitting at your bedside and staring at you. His gaze was so stern, so intense, you felt like he could see right through you.

What made you confused is the fact, that after you blinked he looked completely.. normal? He didn't had this heated gaze, and his aura became less suffocating.

The brunett introduced himself as Zhongli, and asked you to introduce yourself even though he knew it all already. Against your better judgement you did given him your name, only to later regret dearly this course of action, cursing your past self.

His eyes gleamed with an gold glow, but you shrugged it off as you being tired another grave mistake.

He offered to make a contract, he would take care of you, which left you puzzled. Why would he want to take care of you? He don't know you, right? You disagreed to it immediately. Poor you, completely unaware of the ace he had in his sleeve.

'Let me take care of you as my spouse, in exchange, I'm going to tell you all I know about your Goddess, Havria.'

He said the words 'your Goddess' with a bit of a spite, yet you were in such a euphoria that you haven't seen a thing, another huge mistake.

Havria? Your Goddess? He knows something about her?! But how? Her history is lost to time! How can he know something about it? And also, being his spouse? That decision should take time, but the informations you could get from it! Besides his taking care of you surely won't will last forever, right?

After you signed his contract, excited to hear the news about your deity the only thing you heard was:

'I haven't killed Havria, you're gonna understand the meaning of these words soon. You will know the rest of the story when the time comes'

That was dissapointing. He? Killed Havria? But how? Isn't he in his 30's at best? Why would he suggest such a thing? Is there more to the story than you imagined? Is it all he's gonna say to you? When the time comes? But that can take forever! And why is he leaning towards you? He.. he kissed your cheek? You completely forgot you will have to be his spouse!

Maybe having a follower of Morax as your husband wouldn't be so bad? After all he did make a contract with you, so surely he will be loyal to these conditions, right? And surely he will let you go afterwards, you just need to wait for 'when the time comes' and then you'll leave him. Sounds easy, right?

If I made some grammar or language mistakes, I apologize. I'm going to correct them all when im gonna be on the actual days in Povtober or after Povtober

~roseapov

[bgomtori]

16 : jealousy? maybe..

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written + smau !!

note: y/n gets slightly jealous, bad english.. 😭😭

as the teacher was going around the class to collect the exam scripts, you quickly stretched your aching body. who decided that it was a good idea for you guys to sit quietly, in a room for 1 hour and 50 minutes to do two math papers. for what seemed like forever, the invigilator was finally done counting the number of exam scripts, and dismissed the entire class. everyone groaned, expressing how tired they were and quickly went to their friends.

" y/n! " you turned around to see chaewon's dumbfounded look, already predicting on what she's about to say.

" WHY WAS THE PAPER SO HARD THIS YEAR. I SWEAR WHEN I FIND OUT WHICH TEACHER CREATED THE PAPER, IM GONNA GO RAMPAGE ON THEM BRO. IM ACTUALLY GOING TO LOSE IT. IM GOING TO FAIL, LIKE ACTUALLY. " chaewon whined, shaking you around. you felt that everyone was staring at you two with a weird look, you quickly apologised to the surrounding classmates, and shushed chaewon,

" shut up bro, you're so loud. at this point if you pass it'll be a miracle. " chaewon stared in disbelief,

" are you calling me stupid right now. " she folded her arms, you quickly packed your bags and bidded goodbye to chaewon before she could start physically abusing you.

you walked down the hallways towards beomgyu's classroom, pushing pass the crowd. you stared at the sign that had beomgyu's class on it, slowly peeking into the classroom. you noticed that the class was empty except for beomgyu and another girl. the girl was pissing you off, she was practically giving your man heart eyes!!! unbelievable. you decided to stay civil, not wanting to create a scene, and waited outside, staring at your phone, listening into their conversation. beomgyu noticed you peeking your head into his classroom, and immediately wanted to leave, not like he wasn't already planning an escape route from the girl confessing to him.

beomgyu felt extremely uncomfortable around the girl, despite rejecting her, she still insisted to hang out with him.

" sorry but my friend is waiting for me. " beomgyu apologised, hoping that she'll finally leave him alone, but he was so wrong.

" is it that y/n girl, what's so good about her anyways? just hang out with me beomie" the girl rolled her eyes. beomgyu stared in shock and disgust, he cringed when she called him the nickname he'd only let y/n use.

" i already said no. get that through you thick ass skull. " beomgyu said aggressively, the girl furrowed her eyebrows at beomgyu's sudden retort and backed off and quickly walked out of the classroom. beomgyu paced towards where you were waiting. he nudged you that he was done as he waved at you. you hummed in response before walking down the stairs, beomgyu followed along beside you.

" who was that girl, she's kinda weird for asking you out on an exam day.." you asked, curious, despite it not being any of your business.

" just someone who just confessed to me. apparently today was a special day to her, that's why she asked me on an exam day.. why? are you jealous? " beomgyu teased, you pursed your lips, you definitely were but you didn't want to admit it, the feeling of the jealousy butterflies really made you uncomfortable, you bit your lip hesitantly, thinking of a response.

" nope, just curious. " you replied nonchalently, beomgyu noticed your sudden pause before replying and smirked,

" mm i think you are though.. " you turned to face him with a ' what the fuck? ' look. he chuckled at your reaction, knowing that you would try to fight back, he decided to say something before you could.

" hmm, if you don't like me being asked out, why not you give me one of your hairties, i'll place it around my wrist. " beomgyu suggested, the tip of his ears turning into a slight red colour, slightly embarrassed that he said that. he waited for your response, dying to know your answer, he's been wanting to ask for your hairtie for a long time, wanting to show everyone who he belongs to. you stared at him in shock, feeling the back of your neck starting to get warm, silence thickening as you thought of a response.

" i don't mind you getting asked out.. you don't need to go to such extent.. " you answered, avoiding the stares beomgyu was giving you. beomgyu frowned, a disappointed " oh " left his mouth, which made you have second thoughts. you fiddled around with the two coincidentally matching hairties on your wrist, it was two regular black hairties with similar looking cat charms on it. you bit your lip in hesitation,

" wrist. " you mumbled out, loud enough for only beomgyu to hear. beomgyu stopped in his tracks, tilting his head in confusion. you couldn't bare the silence, embarrassment creeping in as you felt the back of your neck and cheeks grow warmer by each second under his gaze. you just grabbed his wrist and placed the hairtie around it, adjusting it nicely.

" wha- " beomgyu stared at you in slight shock. his ears turned a darker hue of red. he wanted to die at that moment, he was flustered, extremely. flustered. you give him a nervous smile,

" you're lucky i have matching ones, now people will know who it belongs to. " beomgyu felt his heart racing at a faster pace, he swore the world sround you two stopped. he paused for a good 5 seconds before noticing that you were already at the main gate, about to leave the school compound. he quickly ran towards you and sent you home like normal.

[sphnyspinspin]

OMG, I’VE BEEN WANTING TO SHARE THIS AU FOR A MINUTE—

Meet my Magnificence Reforged AU Connie!

Though Scorponok only ever referred to her as Experiment: A9-2416 (usually in Decepticon dialect).

Her story is that Scorponok created her as an experiment to see what would happen if an organic was able to produce a set of chemicals that are deemed somewhat powerful, yet common, by organic standards but emphasized to a certain degree with the help of Cybertronian technology. Entirely inspired by the mere Earth-Human conceptual myth known as the—

Indomitable Human Spirit.

What Scorponok was able to take away from eight years of properly caring for the experiment is that these chemicals that fuel basic organic functioning can be utilized exponentially to a degree where a full grown one of these things could even rival some of Cybertron’s strongest warriors. Maybe even the galaxy’s toughest warriors wouldn’t be able to stand a chance.

It became labeled as Adrenalineregon.

(dope naming skills I know)

It turned out to be some crazy-powerful stuff once injected into a strong enough specimen.

Now why would Scorponok need to make something like this? Power? Recognition? Fun? All of the above honestly. But it’s also because in this Alternate Universe the Decepticons won the war for Cybertron, and Megatron has already built his perfect Decepticon Army to conquer the rest of the known universe, and he and the Grand Architect thought their Army of Tarn clones needed a little more pep-in-their-step.

You heard me. TARN. CLONE. ARMY.

(this isn’t a specifically cyberverse based timeline I just took the tarn army as inspo)

But what they didn’t expect was for the Tarn clones to go insane and turn on each other when being on mere drops of Adrenalineregon. Resulting in a mass extinction of Tarn Clones, with too many bodies to count, therefore being dropped on top of Scorpnok’s planet sized lab to remind him of the consequences of his actions.

EX: A9-2416 was, at the time, forever curious about the outside world, since she’s never been above the expansive laboratory planet’s surface. It always felt as if some unseen beings were trying to lead her to her escape every day since as long as she can remember. Small sign after small sign, guiding her to even bigger signs that kept getting her closer and closer to the way out. Of course, Scorponok always stopped her from getting too close.

A9-2416 always hated the amount of gruesome tests she had to do afterwards as punishment for misbehaving.

Until on her ninth birthday, A9-2416 finally made it to the exit, and Scorponok got exceptionally pissed off so much that in self-defense A9-2416 grabbed the nearest cannon she knew how to operate and blasted it through his spark. She cried a lot that day.

BUT HEY! Her life didn’t stay too depressing for long, because soon after she committed her very first act of murder, she became good buddies with the little voices in the walls that have been apparently guiding her throughout her life!

THE LOSTBOT BOTBOTS!!

(lol I’m nowhere near finished with every Lost Bot design, I just wanted to finish these couple few and make this post for the AU)

MEET THE LOST BOTS CLAN OF THE BOTBOTS!

They’ve been trapped on Scorponok’s Lab-planet-tory (im so funny) for decades along with the other Botbots who remained in hiding. But this clan was the only one brave enough to get anywhere near Scorponok’s main stomping grounds. What they didn’t expect to find was some weird sentient purple meat-potato in a makeshift industrial cradle. Turns out it was just a baby. And that baby turned out to be A9-2416. Who soon became known as Connie.

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After A9-2416 escaped the inner dwellings of the lab and joined the Lost Bots on their little side quests up on the surface, she later changed her name to Constance, hence her more well-known nickname being Connie. The name change was suggested by her Botbot friends who knew a bit about Earth human culture and used their knowledge to help Connie have the most happy and carefree life that she could ask for.

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Also the TEG Lost Light crew is there because I’m still obsessed with that fic 👍✨

@deepfriedhopesanddreams @viewer-of-many @celestite-caroline @asmoteeth @novafire-is-thinking @dragonsgirl572 @autistic-fool-with-ideas @mysticfoxdesigns @hyp3rfixation-h3ll

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Petrichor

Ellie Williams x reader 

A rainy day in with Ellie 

slight Farmer!reader 

warnings: none! pure fluff 

AN: this is my first Ellie ficlit! I haven’t written in forever so im starting small. Farmer!reader x Ellie may turn into a mini series though so look for that :) Hope you enjoy!! Requests are open 

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Petrichor.

(n). The pleasant smell that often accompanies rain after falling on dry soil. 

The delicate tapping upon the roof and distant sounds of the people of Jackson slowly come into the foreground of your mind. As you begin to awaken, the smell of fresh rain puts a smile on your face. The first rain of spring has arrived. Comfortable in your little cocoon, your mind wanders to the many exciting crops you hope to plant this season. 

Other than in your lover's arms, you find that your favorite place to be is with the earth. Hands digging into the soil, giving birth to an array of fruits, vegetables, and wheat. While staring off into space, you feel the spot beside you begin to rustle. The auburn haired girl with a face dusted with tiny constellations laid ever so peacefully next to you. A brighter smile adorned your face as Ellie opened her eyes with a deep groan. Today was her day off patrol in a very long time. You had to beg her to take a step back and have been doing so for months. Tackling the nagging voice in the back of her head that tells her that she needs to prove herself to someone has been no easy task. Although she will never admit it, you can read her like an open book. Ellie has never needed to say what was troubling her with you, she never had to explain herself to you, and that is what scared her the most. 

Your hand caresses her face in the ever so loving pattern your sweet girl has gotten used to. Ellie allows herself to soak up all the comfort you are giving her by leaning into your touch. Her heart warms as she stares back into your eyes. She looks for any sign of deceit or lies and yet she cannot find any. You look at her with the purest form of love she has ever been given in her nineteen years of living here on this terrible earth. When she looks into your eyes she remembers what Joel told her. She has found something worth fighting for. 

The overwhelming sense of love and warmth swarms her body. Now, Ellie has never been one to have her way with words. She has only been able to write them down in that ratty journal she protects with her life. She has always been one who shows instead of tells, and showing you is exactly what she does. A surprised yelp leaves your slightly chapped-from-sleep mouth as Ellie leaps to press her lips into yours. The kiss starts off slow, yet quickly heats up to something very passionate. Ellie throws her leg around your hips so that she is straddling your lap as the pace quickens. Her skilled mouth sucking and biting your swollen lips as her dominant hand massages your head. She lets your lips go with a ‘pop’. She can’t help but chuckle at your spaced out face from the very heated kiss you two have just shared. 

“Well, good morning to me.” You giggle. Ellie laughs back once again; a symphony of laughter you could never get tired of. Ellie pinches your hip and pecks your lips once more. 

“You know I love you, right?” She frowns. Her brows turn down as she nervously bites her lip in waiting for your response. You know she must have had a rough night coming back from a tough patrol. You caress one of her boxer clad legs as the other hand turns her chin to look into your eyes. 

“With your whole soul, Ellie Williams. I love you too.” You respond in the same serious tone. The flicker of doubt flashes in Ellie’s eye before she leans down to hold you in her arms. You know she has had a terrible time with trusting, especially with her heart. The stubborn girl tries so hard to keep these walls built up and yet, here you are before her, turning these walls to rubble within a blink of an eye. You will always be grateful for having a love as beautiful as yours. 

“You won't lose me, pretty girl. I'm yours forever ‘ya know?” you reassure the girl in your arms once more. That seems to make the girl squished onto your front happy as she plants kisses to your neck. The pair of you sit in comfortable silence for a few moments, enjoying the time you have with each other. You appreciate the slow moments that seem to come by rarer than a blue moon. 

The tip tapping of the rain comes to a lull just in time for the loud rumbling of your girlfriend's stomach to erupt. Ellie’s head shoots up from being tucked in your neck, her face as red as the cherry tomatoes you plan on harvesting. A huge bout of laughter escapes your mouth after a beat of silence. Ellie groans and (non committedly) smacks you on your bicep. 

“You’re an ass, you know that? A real dickhead!” She smiles knowing she means absolutely nothing of what she says. You move she so that you can rise from your bed with a dramatic roll of your eyes. 

“Would a dickhead be getting up to make the love of their life breakfast while they go get a shower?” You raise an eyebrow. Ellie smiles wide, she loves your cooking. 

“Yes, but you’re my dickhead, babe.” She stands off the bed, giving a polite smack to your behind. You let out a loud laugh with a shake of your head. 

“You are so lucky I love you. Now go shower, I want to stop by the farm before we meet up with Dina and Jesse.” You plant a kiss to her forehead and move to grab the ingredients for her favorite breakfast. You set your favorite record on the record player Tommy had found and gifted to you for your birthday and got started. 

A half an hour later, Ellie arises from the bathroom with sweats on and  her damp hair in a bun. You roll your eyes at the fact that she still doesn’t listen when you tell her not to go out with wet hair. She must sense that you are about to grill her for not allowing her hair to dry when she snakes her hands along your waist for a hug. 

“I don’t deserve you my beautiful girl, it smells amazing, thank you.” She kisses your neck and moves to sit at the small dining table in your apartment. You blush at the nickname and shake your head. You bring the food out for the two of you and take a seat in front of her. 

“Anything for you, babe.” 

[minusgang-maya]

Aingle's Nightmare

Of course…

Of course, he would do this…

Apparently my ‘sister’ had convinced Caine that if I was going to replace Gangle, I was going to need to sleep like she did.

Of course…

It was stupid! We didn’t even need to sleep in the first place! Why has this changed now?? Whatever….I’ll wont sleep, I shouldn’t need to! And they won’t make me….

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I was in this….long hallway….almost like the hallway we all go into to reach our rooms….It was darker than normal. As I look over at all the doors….I just see the X-ed out signs of previous humans….but it wouldn’t stay as one image though…it kept changing….enough to the point that I couldn’t get a proper hold of what the image was supposed to be….I couldn’t help but feel like I was being watched.

I felt….unnerved…I think that Im alone…..not even my ‘sister’ was with me in this hall…I am alone….right?

“Wrong…”

Behind me….I hear….voices….many voices of the ones I had stopped from abstracting…..and….my own….I feel myself growing fearful….

“You should be afraid…you did this to them….to us….”

I couldn’t understand…I SAVED them from abstraction! Right!? They should be grateful! I…I…

“You made us suffer….for your own entertainment….You used their bodies as your puppets, killed us off once we reached the deep end….berated them…..driven them into insanity….You didn’t save them, you tortured us…”

For once, I couldn’t think of a snarky comment to shoot back…I wasn’t able to…I felt…..scared….I just wanted to run because if I stayed…..I didn’t want to see what would happened….so I tried to run far away from….WHATEVER was behind me…whatever mocked me with those voices and my own….with each step, I felt like I was going to fall down, with each step I felt like I was exhausted….with each step…I wasn’t fast enough, I felt like I was wading through a mudded swamp or tar…I grew frustrated with how slow I was going….

Then….red ribbons had wrapped around my body….I begun to panic, trying to escape…now I understood why they screamed…I was going to die, I was going to become just like those I had killed, those that I had puppet for my own entertainment…

“Don’t worry….just like you said…..the pain is only temporary…”

I then see an ever-so familiar mask come up to the side….The eyes of her mask was filled with millions of abstracted eyes as so did her permanent frowning mouth. She cried waterfalls of her own tears and abstraction….she got closer until she was right next to where my non-existent ear would be…and in a horse and quiet voice…..

“But abstraction is FOREVER….”

The ribbon then began to pull on my body, tearing, ripping it apart. It was so painful….and I did the only thing I was able to do in that moment….

I screamed.

BUT NOTHING WAS HEARD….

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I had awoken abruptly, screaming, as my ‘sister’ shouted at me to be quiet. I take many unneeded breaths as I try to calm down the fear running in my mind as I slowly realized what had happened…

I had fallen asleep….

It was all just a nightmare…..

One that I could never forget….

Occ: Hello! I wanted to do something horror related so I made this! Im not the best at writing horror but I feel pleased with it! I hope you like it!

@hootbon

[velvetvexations]

gender is so silly. i dont want to look like a girl because im transmasc but i DO want to look like a guy who looks like a girl. always fun when reading/watching something and they get to a crossdressing bit with one of the men and i feel some sort of way about it

This is exactly what TRFs would be down your throat about fetishizing transmisogynistic caricatures but I'm telling you it's okay and I'm the only person worth listening to on any subject.

I want to look like a girl who looks like a guy myself, but that's difficult to find. A vocal minority of the internet insists it's praxis to misgender cis men as often as possible but it's still considered a devastating and disgusting insult to say a woman looks masculine. I think Rhea Ripley is cool enough she'd be understanding if not entirely flattered that most of the reason I relate to her so much is that I was convinced she must have been a trans woman on sight.

But even with actual trans women, then it's even worse, which sucks because I do a happy little clap when I clock another correctly. Awhile ago I saw someone listing out signs a girl is AMAB to be a transphobic asshole but all I could think was about how ecstatic I'd be for someone to tell me those things, I'd just straight up be like "thank you for noticing!" like someone asked if I had my hair done.

I think that's what it means to me to be a male woman. Most trans women would obviously prefer to pass, and there are butch trans women, but I don't know if many of them conceptualize their butchness as being a feature of the body that got them AMAB or if it's just the same sense of style as butch-identifying cis women. For me it's very much the former. I'm loud and proud that my body is the kind that was assigned male. I don't intend to imply that must mean trans women who want to pass, or who don't center that physicality, hate themselves or anything, it's just a different path.

When I was younger I wanted so badly to look less masculine. The fact that I couldn't is, I think, a large part of why I eventually flipped the script and went all in on being masc, but most trans women who can't physically transition are either going to kill themselves or continue being miserable forever, and that sucks so much.

Even now, when I say I've been getting cooler with body hair lately, that doesn't mean I'm proud of or enjoy the hair on my actual body, but am more into the idea of my sona's design potentially having body hair in the future. I'm completely disassociated with this body entirely, which pre-dates me embracing masculinity. At a certain point, not being able to look the way I wanted to (feminine, then hyper-androgynous) made me snap and just fully break off from the physical world. This is especially true of Rally, the cis woman in our system, because the others feel themselves in this body but simply don't have a mental image of it at all, but she feels entirely removed even when fronting.

And as I noted before, my two examples of people I want to look like, particularly in regards to being visibly AMAB, were a clocky cis woman and a guy who the internet calls a faggot a million times a day, so there's still femininity there, androgyny.

Presentation sure is a thing.

[deedala]

🚑✨Weekly Tag Wednesday🪄💫

Hello Wednesday friends! I hope you don't mind but I decided to be CrEaTiVe and try something different today. I hope it's okay!! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 🚑💨 Get in bitch, we're going on a mystical adventure through space, time, and reality. (in ian and mickey's ambulance of course) ✨ Name: Deanna🌱

Zodiac Sign: Scorpio♏

Personality type in enneagram, myers-briggs, or both: 2w1 and INFP 🌊

Before we hit the road, what snack are you gonna bring for our trip? popcorn!🍿

Navigator gets to pick the music so what song are you turning on? i believe in a thing called love by the darkness to get us PUMPED 🎶💥 What is a universe from a fantasy tv show you would like to visit? Pushing Daisies 🌼 it is so pretty and aesthetic i wanna eat some of ned's pie!!

And what about a fantasy movie? is it cheating to say the warcraft movie? (i ask myself in my own tag game) 😆 i wanna wander around stormwind and darnassus and ironforge and actually you know what im going on a whole gd tour of all three continents

Okay, how about a scifi tv show? ok since we're only visiting and not staying forever...The Expanse so i can ride in a space ship and explore the space stations🌌

And a scifi movie universe? i would like to go play around in the Valerian (2017) universe please that movie was so pretty 🚀

Any other tv show or movie universes you'd like to swing by before we move on? gosh...ok we gotta do a star trek. i think i wanna go to picard era star trek, good era, cool looking shit 🌠

Okay hold on to your butts we're switching gears to fanfic universes. Tell me which fanfic universe we're visiting first? i wanna visit cooperative gameplay by grayola universe so i can go watch all of mick milk and ians youtube videos 😆 📺

Cool, do you have one more you'd like to stop at before we head home? taking a hard left turn into dragon age land but the modern thedas in message sent by aicosu would be extremely cool to visit i think 🧝‍♀️🤳

Alright, on our way out of fanfic land you get to snag some tropes to bring home and apply to your own life, think fast! soulmates or enemies to lovers // coffee shop or flower shop // fake relationship or slow burn // amnesia or time loop // body swap or miscommunication // love triangle or arranged marriage // sharing a bed or drunken confession

Wow okay, hope those tropes work out for you!! Our adventure has finally come to an end, where in the world am I dropping you off? i dont live there anymore but please dump me in seattle thanks 🗻

and now to tag some nuggets to try out this game if you wanna @michellemisfit @too-schoolforcool @darlingian @heymrspatel @jrooc @mybrainismelted @suchagallabitch @sam-loves-seb @mmmichyyy @gardenerian @juliakayyy @sleepyfacetoughguy @gallawitchxx @lingy910y @sickness-health-all-that-shit @callivich @auds-and-evens @tsuga-of-mars @mickeysgaymom @crossmydna @tanktopgallavich @gofionaonthem @palepinkgoat @transmickey @rereadanon @sirrudo @creepkinginc @thepupperino @metalheadmickey @suzy-queued @grossmickey @ardent-fox @mikhailoisbaby @energievie @7x10mickey @vintagelacerosette @purplemagpie and you whoever wants to play here is you -> @💟

[ialwaysknewyouwerepunk]

Ellaaaa please tell us about your show!!! I want the whole account (if you want to/when you have time ofc)!! I'm so happy you got to hear fine line live ahhh you totally deserved it!!!

AAAAAAHHHHHHHH KIND ANON I CAN SCREAM ABOUT IT FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE

so we had front of stage tickets and it was 100% the best ticket ive ever had so far: zero effort for an insane view and a fantastic place in the crowd with all the space we needed to dance and more. i've queued before and just really never want to again for more than enough reasons, and here was shown how i seriously didn't need to.

wet leg was epic. i am obsessed with them they are so fucking cute and also cool and also hot and also good. yes. i screamed my frustrations to the sky with them and all was good in the world.

and then. i'll just say immediately that the setlist is fantastic and definitely the best collection of songs i've ever heard of his, despite lights up not being there. the beginning was super fun and energetic, he is a master showperson, but it's in a way that is uniquely his. you can look at him and be in awe of the grandiose performance filling that entire stage, and then see that he's also smirking, skipping along the runway and pulling faces at his band. it's just. !!!!!!!!! you know?!?!?

my soul left my body during stockholm syndrome. goosebumps forever, bc of the sheer disbelief that im hearing a 1d song live. harry smiling, us screaming.

i've always wanted to hear she live, too, so that was just... mesmerizing. there were orchids projected on stage and it was all so perfectly fitting. our orchid, our mermaid. note the colors as well :')

then it was a big fucking party. just dancing and singing like we've never done before. he really felt happy and like he felt good, so happy and jokey. he grabbed Three pride flags during tpwk, and this was my first time witnessing the brass quartet as well. it was a BIG FUCKING PARTY

grapejuice is also so fun live. it's always such an experience to hear him sing a song live that he hasn't really sung before. i could tell that it's a tough one to sing, but he made it fun and quirky and cute.

aaaaaand THEN HE SANG FINE LINE. he sang fine line. holy shit. this is like. i grieved when he decided to stop singing it last european leg, it hit me hard. i think i've said it a shitton of times already on here but fine line is a song i listen to every morning and every night, it's the only thing that can calm me through a panic attack. it's an anthem of perseverance, hope and self-love. hearing it live was just me being transfixed, mesmerized, by what was unfolding in front of me, and slowly crying more and more. a tight tight hug from @bluewinnerangel through the sobs at the end was necessary bc we were all falling apart. in the best way

the darkness and pause after that were also necessary to get us back on track, for a show that was going to rake us through the entire spectrum of the human emotion once more. sign of the times was just. gasp

the PARTY that then ensued during wmyb. that bse intro is something else. any 1d reference obviously unlocks something unhinged in my brain that makes me fucking lose it, but hooooly shit. it goes SO HARD. wmyb always does and i'll never get sick of it.

to finish us off, of course, we have our rock: kiwi. the heaviness of that intro is addictive. his menacing gaze when he's choosing who to soak. the fucking SONG GOES SO HARD. IM HAVING YOUR BABAAAAYYYYYYYYYYYYY

and then it was over. but it felt extra extra good bc i knew i would be experiencing it again hahahrghr and my body is definitely stiff from the legit workout i did during the concert last night so. holy shit fuck yes

[skullsterritory]

Hi guys. My splatoon agent headcanons if you even care ALL OF THEM ARE AROACE FOREVER

Captain / Agent 3 - they/he/she aroace genderfluid, 19yo

5'10" Inkling

He's not mute she just. Prefers to not speak because their voice is very quiet and they don't like raising it so they prefer to use sign language

They like to keep to themself and she avoids talking to others unless he Has To. He is awkward as all hell and she dreads the idea of Interacting With Other Beings oooohhh the googlies

SHE'S TRYINF HER BEST. AS CAPTAIN. He has never done this in their life they're NEW TO THIS guys

THE AUTISM BLASTER + depression

Still feels guilty as hell about the fact they almost beat Eight to death and they apologize for it as much as he possibly can

Caffeine drinker 4000

People look at her and go like "Girl what happened to your face" and he shoots them a death glare and they shut up

Introverted

Agent 4 - they/she aroace demigirl, 16yo

Shortest of the agents. Like 4'11". Pipsqueak Inkling

Im going to be honest she doesn't know what she's doing but they try their best so it's ok we forgive them

AUDHD 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

They have a loud voice and people have to tell them to be quiet and it makes her sad

Her favorite activity is frolicking /j unless

They tried to smuggle an Octarian (specificslly an Octoball, which they heard about from Captain then promptly ran off to find) to keep as a pet and moped for like weeks when they were told that they can't do that and it isn't legal

She really really likes talking to people and goes on for hours about the randomest shit ever and people love her for thst

SLEEPS LIKE A DEAD PERSON like. In the family guy death pose too. It's ok guys they're alive

Has vocal stims like "YOU USED TO CALL ME ON YOUR CELLPHONE 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥" and "I'm 1! Boioioing" (I am projecting)

Full of childish whimsy and wonder

She's surprisingly tough for someone so small

Extroverted

Agent 8 - they/them aroace nonbinary, 16yo

5'7" Octoling

Selective mutism. Sometimes they talk sometimes they're like ☝️☝️☝️☝️👂👂

Inklings SCARE THEM. The googlies. They arent scared scared but very intimidated

OTH #2 fan only second to Agent 4 who is the world's biggest fangirl

AUTISM ✌️✌️✌️😇😅😀😃😆😀😅😀🤣🤣🤣🫠 And anxiety and ptsd too I think

Shy as all hell I think they'd rather get crucified than make a phone call (4 usually helps them with that since theyre like. Roommates or something isnt that canon I forget)

They really like gardening even though theyre kind of bad at it there's just like a bunch of dead plants all over their house (they don't know they're dead)

SCARY GOOD AT FUCKINH. SQUID CANDY CRUSH AND SQUID BEATZ

They can't play piano. At all. Theyve tried so many times they can't do it

After the events of Side Order they have gained a strong dislike of gelatin

They keep insisting it's fine and they're not mad at Captain but he does NOT listen and keeps apologizing

Introvert

Neo Agent 3 - they/it agender aroace, 14yo

5'4" Octoling

THE SCURRIER

AuDHD 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

Completely mute. Doesn't really know sign language either and doesn't show any interest in wanting to learn because apparently everyone understands them just fine

It zones out really often and kind of just. 😐😐😐😐

It is SCARILY flexible. Them after contorting their body in ways not even squid jesus could imagine (it thinks it's funny)

Smuggled a Smallfry out of Salmon Run and is banned from Salmon Run (Also for beating the shit out of Mr. Grizz and squidbagging him after)

They draw pictures of their friends a lot and everyone's (especially Captain's) walls are covered in little doodles of them

It looks up to Captain a lot. They think 4 is nice and they think 8 is just. Really badass they also want to save the world not once but twice

It squidbags people it doesn't like COUGH MR GRIZZ COUGH

Introvert (as far as everyone is aware)

The end 😝😝

[sheriffgrimes-archerdixon]

Hi :) I hope you're doing well ☺️ Could I request a Paul Rovia x Female Reader fic please ? Where Paul opens up to Reader about his insecurities, his fears and everything else he has never been able to tell and share with anyone, except with her. (We know he has always had troubles building relationships). Like he is super vulnerable at that moment and may be on the verge of a breakdown and reader (who also happens to be his best friend or s/o) comforts him in the sweetiest way possible and assures him he IS worthy of Love, no matter what people told him in the past. Also hugs. Lots of hugs. And Hair stroking. You know... Just pure comfort and care. 🥺 Thanks :)

Hi! I’m so sorry, this took me FOREVER to write with writers block and everything. So sorry for the wait!! Thank you for the request

Tw’s: sensitive topics, emotions running high, coming out.

Please note, as I would rather not get rude threatening DM’s please know this story is about Paul and reader as friends. I would never write Paul with a female character romantically. In the last twenty minutes I’ve been getting nonstop messages about this specific post and they’re fairly rude. I’m only human. I’m only writing stories because I like to. Again this story is focusing on friends helping each other!!! Nothing more nothing less. PLEASE think before you message me with abusive language. Thank you. I will not be discussing this topic again

Some of the things I write as Paul are probably going to be made up as I don’t know everything about him so apologies if I write something wrong!

“you can talk to me,”

Your words were soft as you gazed at your best friend, Paul. His long hair fell in front of his face shielding the look of discomfort in his eyes but his body language was enough of a telling sign that something wasn’t right. He was always at hilltop but you had noticed something was off with him so encouraged him to take a break from being busy and spend some quality time with you. He never spoke to you about how he was feeling, he always felt like a burden but you just wanted to listen to him. Make him realise that it was okay to talk. “What happened?” You questioned- you weren’t a mind reader but you wished you were one at that very moment. It tore you apart not being able to help him. “Nothing” he said quietly and you looked at him raising your brows “nothing my ass” you said sarcastically you simply stared at him overly concerned for his well-being and rightly so, being in the apocalypse all alone with little to no family was a risk to mental health.

“Seriously it’s nothing y/n” he said shaking his head as he stood up from the couch. Your eyes flared with concern and you held yourself back from standing up with him “please don’t shut me out” you pleaded watching as his sea blue eyes slowly moved to look at you, his expression hurt and confused. “You’ve got enough on your plate I don’t want to bother you, seriously-“ you cut him off grabbing onto his hand tightly but gently as you gazed into his eyes “I’ve always got time for you.” You uttered out giving his hand a light squeeze “no matter what I’m always here for you… always.” You said and you watched as he seemingly allowed himself to break free from the “Im fine” demeanour as he sat back down beside you but you didn’t let go of his hand simply holding onto his hand tightly, your fingers intertwined with his as you brushed your thumb against his hand gently. Silence soon engulfed the both of you as you could practically see the gears turning in his head as he tried to word what he wanted to say properly.

He licked over his lips nervously before letting out a breath “I’m scared.” He practically whispered and you remained silent gazing at him before your eyes softened “oh, Jesus” you cooed gently letting go of his hand as you wrapped your arm around his shoulder pulling him close, his head slowly falling to rest against your shoulder as he closed his eyes feeling tons of comfort wash over him. “You’re allowed to be scared” you assured gently but he soon shook his head “I… I’m not just scared of the apocalypse or walkers or anything… I’m scared of losing you.” He said his voice trembling ever so slightly, you nodded slowly snaking your hand up to rest against his head as you listened to him your fingertips slowly running through his hair, trying to soothe him as best as you possibly could. “I’m wasting so. much. time. Because I’m unable to connect with people I feel useless and so stupid… I can’t seem to solve anything anymore I’m only good for stealing… I’m just useless” he said almost numbly and you quickly pulled away to look into his eyes as you cupped his face in your hands “hey, no… where is this coming from?” you shook your head “absolutely not- we need you for everything. For your skills… for your kindness, passion, fighting skills… you’re amazing.”

But even though your words were said with all the kindness possible he didn’t believe it, looking away as tears formed in his eyes, his hands trembling as he seemingly looked like he was about to breakdown. “You can talk to me, Paul… please. I want to help you. Let it all out.” You pleaded as he let out a breath leaning back into the couch as you wrapped your arm around his shoulder. You had known him for a while now and knew he got most comfort and security from comforting touches- touches being the only way to truly calm him down. You watched as he stared up at the ceiling struggling to control the heavy emotions rolling round his head. “It’s all in my head” he said gently “all the thoughts. The memories. The pain. It sucks” You nodded slowly as a tear slowly trickled down his cheek. He was always such a strong strong man who never showed much emotion so it shocked you… he was opening up to you.

“Okay… I’m listening.” You assured gently as he nodded turning his head to look at you his eyes full of honesty and seriousness but a deep pain was starting to shine through “I had a group before hilltop, I trusted them… I ignored the warning signs. They were a bunch of bullies basically…. Making fun of everything about me. They weren’t a group- they were just people who had to suffer with me there, we were hunting together. This was probably a month into the whole apocalypse and we were scavenging for food… soon enough we became the food. The dead surrounded us everywhere and all of them threw me into the dog house basically… they ran and left me to fend for myself.” Your brows furrowed as you listened “oh I’m sorry that’s awful…” he wiped away some fresh tears angrily visibly trying not to be too emotional about it “but I somehow freed myself from it all… I then started my journey again but solo this time….” He bit down on his bottom lip “a few weeks later and I found them all dead… they hadn’t been bitten- none of them- they had all just been stabbed in the head and to this day I don’t know who did it but I regret not being there to help them. I should’ve helped them….” “No you couldn’t-“ he cut you off gently “no, y/n, you don’t understand. I should’ve been there to somehow save them. I don’t think of them often but when I do it’s when I’m like this… I guess… but that’s usually the time when I’m alone.” He said and you stared at him quietly, he had been doing this for ages- suffering alone. “I’m always here to listen” you said and he nodded “I know.”

You slowly rubbed up and down his back trying to think of something to say watching as he sucked in harsh breaths and you got closer to him “come here” you soothed quietly as you wrapped your arms around him as he practically sunk into you as if this was the first hug he had, had in forever, his body instantly relaxing into yours as you stroked his hair resting your chin atop of his head “it’s okay… it’s all going to be okay.” You soothed as his body began trembling, shaking harder every now and then as he tried to keep in his cries “let it all out… you’re safe” you coaxed, continuing to murmur quiet assuring things to him as he continued crying in your arms.

“How do you know it’s going to be okay?” He suddenly asked sniffling “I don’t know that but what I do know is you’ve survived this long… you’ve got us… you’ve got a family. Cut yourself some slack. You’re only human.” You said to him quietly. “We’re so lucky to have you Paul. I’m so lucky. I’ve got the greatest best friend” you said with a small smile as you continued stroking your hand over his hair “you’re so loved… you’re so worthy. You may not feel it at times but you are.” You said with a small smile. Usually he was the one comforting you but being able to comfort him back felt nice… “really?” He looked up into your eyes and you smiled down at him nodding your head “absolutely.”

Paul appreciated your kindness. He hadn’t experienced such kindness in a long time and so he was grateful for it. You made him feel safe. You shielded him from the pain. “Do you feel better now?” You asked softly and he nodded slightly “anything else you’d like to talk about?” You offered and he gazed at you “yes, actually.” He said and you hummed sitting up straighter as you gazed at him “okay… I’m uh, I’m not going to sugar coat this alright? But I’ve been insecure my whole life… I could never figure out why… I couldn’t get to the main root of the insecurity but I found it…” he said and you nodded quietly easing him to continue “I’m gay… I like… guys.” He said staring at you waiting for your reaction and as he saw a smile light up your face relief was quick to wash over him “that’s amazing” you wrapped your arms around him “but I’m sure I knew… I see the way you look at some guys.” You chuckled out and he smiled at you “thank you.” He murmured and you shook your head “no… thank you.” You said and he furrowed his brows slightly “for opening up to me…. Communicating is important. Don’t leave me in the dark okay? I’m here to listen.” You said and he nodded… for you he’d try and learn that he wasn’t a burden and that he could communicate to you.

[sorrowshauntme]

my love

I stood there in horror as the love of my life got brutally disfigured. The radiant smile that he always had was now gone and replaced with a cry for help as they carved a smile into his skin. His hazel eyes frantic as if they were searching for something. The eyes that used to bare so much love as they looked at me, now looked empty with only a glimmer of hope. The hope that I would save him… But I, I was a coward, my body froze as he looked at me. His eyes filled with love.  All i could do was stand there as they tore him limb for limb.Slowly his eyes seemed to be drowning, they started to lose all signs of life. When my body finally moved I ran, I ran away as fast as I could. My first thought was to get help. I panted as i arrived at the camp where my lover’s comrades were. I sobbed as i held on to the commander’s shirt tightly. “Im begging you, please save —!”

Their faces contorted in anger as i told them a quick summery of what happened. They quickly grabbed their weapons before telling me to lead the way. I hastily ran to the spot where i saw my lover. As i stopped, i saw that the enemy troop was still tearing his flesh off his body. Before i could even react, several shots were shot at the enemy. The shots went through the enemy’s heads, they slowly fell onto the ground after they got shot. I ran to my lover’s side. He looked mortifying. His eyes were gouged out, he was too mutilated to even recognize but i knew that that was —, the love of my life. He just laid there emotionless, even when i held him. his body felt cold and lifeless. My hands trembled as i held him closer, i screamed out in pain. The pain of losing the man i loved so much, all because of fear. My lover’s comrades mourned his death with me, as they were like family to each other. As i cried all i could imagine was his pain. The pain that they never stopped when he was begging and pleading for them to stop, he couldn’t even rest in peace as they still continued to mutilate his corpse. As i think back to that day his desperate cries and pleads haunt me. His beautiful smile now gone. Forever.

[termagax]

kakey rambling. it got long

one of the things ive olayed around with though is kaseys main drive is to get better and to improve at her game and i think in her mind she equates being the best with climbing the ladder. and i have a plot beat in my mind where she gets offered her dream position (signing with The biggest team) and she has to have a lightning mcqueen moment of like. do i want to chase fame forever and try to keep going up at the expense of the people who got me this far? is this going to allow me to do what i love or is it not going to be fun anymore when my friends arent there? what happens if im not good enough? what if some day i dont want to do this anymore what happens then what do i have left?

that last bit is smth i really really want to explore with her specifically because a)the child athlete problem is very fascinating to me and i want to explore the broader problem of "an industry that destroys your body and steals your life from you while giving you very little in return" and i have an idea for how to do it (jaded old lady character who was a superstar back in her day and is kaseys favourite hero of all time who got injured and dropped off the face of the map) b)i think anyone who tries to turn passion into a career has to stare down the "what happens when i cant do this anymore" question and i think you can have a dialogue there with hutch that might have something worth saying (they were a wannabe rockstar and eventually gave it up to go have a life w aj and i think kasey would kind of be bummed out by this concept seeing it very much as a "you gave up on your dreams?" thing while they are completely content and fulfilled leaving it (and most creative aspects of their life - cooking ect) as a hobby and something they do to fill the life they have with joy as opposed to like. hm i guess what im trying to say is i think hutch is very content with being kind of mediocre but earnest forever and kasey is someone who wants to be better and better and better and is for the first time in her life hitting a wall where she cant seem to climb higher and everyone around her is just as good and she doesnt know how to cope with that exactly.

this is all very rambly and not super cohesive but im chipping away at this idea. its all just post it notes on the whiteboard in my mind rn.

[ceilingfan5]

hellooo!! for the ask game:

i think everyone should have a cat au, where one or multiple of the main characters turn into cats somehow and everyone else has to cope

nyeheheh >:3

VERSION ONE:

taako turns into a cat sometimes, kravitz is very affectionate about it but also Taako He Swears To God (i actually made a post about this a million years ago, where sometimes taako just. polymorphs into a cat and flops in kravitz's lap when he needs a bit of physical reassurance but can't quite articulate it...mmm)

taako is also a fucking menace and the more recently he's been a cat the more likely he is to fully give into the impulse, already barely restrained, of just knocking glasses off of tables, biting people, taking shiny things and keeping them forever, and so on

he especially likes to climb on kravitz's shoulders in cat form and rub against kravs stubble <3

VERSION 2WO:

the tres horny boys get fuckin wizard blasted into being kitty cats and cause absolute havocmayhem on the moon. magnus has the zoomies. merle is eating the house plants. taako is. shit does anyone have eyes on taako oh lord

VERSION THREE:

The IPRE gets bond engine blasted into goddang warriorcats but theyre so bad at it. i mean lup rules obviously, she'd be In Charge in days. you aint never seen meow meow war like this. who taught the fight kitties horrible magicks and foul language. how could this possibly happen. something something firestar

barry is the kitty pettest. i could make a swimming/riverclan joke but to be honest im only a warrior cat fan in law, i don't know that much and mostly i am imagining barry trying to catch a fish that's bigger than his fluffy kitty body and getting absolutely trout slapped

magnus has a lot to say about how he wishes he was a dog instead but fucking loves it

dav is a feline mastermind. he also has the tiniest little legs. mr. murderbritches ass. you know he could take you down but the awww response cannot be denied. lucretia also has kittypet energy. she wants to know Fucking Everything the medicine cat knows and is like, furiously trying to figure out the world logic that makes this society even semi-functional. it drives her nuts that merle just accepts the medicine cat stuff. she goes on a field trip to learn about cat hell and nearly doesn't come back

taako loves having a tail. i mean i tend to have my elves have tails anyway but like. goddamn imagine having a tail. now im jealous

version FOUR:

everybody at the BOB is cats suddenly EXCEPT our main characters, which is so fucking funny. the three of them are up to their elbows in kitties and magnus takes herding cats very seriously. merle is like. listen. what if we didn't fix this problem. and gave up. and taakos like TOO RIGHT until he has a squidward moment and is like wait. director kitty cat can't sign my paycheck. guess we're going on a wizard quest

Version Five:

angus is a shapeshifter and taako finds him asleep on the world's softest blanket and purring and has a Fucking Emotional Moment that will never, ever be spoken of ever again