#someone should draw this guy getting ripped in half

[felisgalactus]

Obsessed with this screenshot of Sentinel Prime he looks like he’s getting roasted by twelve year olds in the COD lobby

[pacofprunes]

Most likely to slap reader during an argument.

Thanos

Nam gyu

Hwang inho

Myung gyi

_💐

warnings — domestic abuse, crying mentions, drugs mentioned, withdraws mentioned, short one for inho

1. thanos

when he’s off the drugs i actually think myung-gi would be more likely to and would be number one, however, thanos pupils are huge the entire series, so i’m just basing it off of that.

i think pestering him in arguments is the quickest way for this to happen. if it’s a short argument, he’s just going to yell at you. however, if it’s a longer argument and he thinks you’re pestering him and treating him like a child and you’re close to him and keep following him around, he’s quick to just swing his hand out without a second thought and after the fact he still will stand there angry and upset. it’s not until when he steps away and has a few minutes to himself that he realizes his mistake or until he sees a red mark littering your cheek that he realizes what he’s done. and even then he doesn’t immediately apologize to you. if he’s high he’ll give you a half assed apology.

“baby, i’m sorry, i’ll make it up to you.” while caressing the side of your cheek. now on the rare occasion that he’s not high, he’ll stare at you in absolute shock after he realizes before immediately pulling you into a hug. in that hug it’s like he’s not breathing. it’s like after yong-sik and his mom meet after a round of the mingle game, yong-sik staring into space almost, eyes wide open, tears slowly spilling over his eyes as his mom hugs him before he breaks down apologizing over and over.

that’s what thanos does. just a little less extreme where a few tears might slip and he slowly squeezes you tighter, afraid you’ll slip out of his grasp. mumbling sorrys that you can barely comprehend because he’s holding in a cry so his words start cracking apart, threatening to let out a giant sob once you squeeze him tighter and he starts to feel his chest getting wet with your tears and hearing your own sobs. he wanted to promise you and himself that he would never do this to you again, but thanos always made promises that he couldn’t keep.

2. myung-gi

i think if you pester him a lot (aka try talking things out like a couple should) he would also be more likely to hit you like thanos, but i think he just gets more agitated in general. he’s already a pretty toxic guy to have as a boyfriend, he’s not going to draw the line at hitting. he doesn’t want to push it to that point, it’s not intentional, it just sort of happens…

it starts with him starting to manhandle you, pulling you by your wrist like you’re a doll if you piss him off in public. when you’re plain out arguing you notice he starts to practically rip out his own hair now, his fingernails digging into his palms. the moment he strikes you he doesn’t look at you, he either just walks away, still fuming, cursing under his breath, or he just continues to argue with you, not truly caring for what he did.

honestly, he has zero plans on actually apologizing to you. he’ll either just go on with his day, talk to you like nothing happened the night before or he’ll give you a small gift without officially saying that it’s his way of apologizing. he has a pretty big amount of pride and he will not apologize unless you threaten to leave for a couple days or leave him forever.

“you’re being dramatic! sorry? okay? is that what you want to hear?”

or

“don’t be so irrational. i’m sorry. can you just move on now? i have.”

he can be a good boyfriend but if you go down this route with him, he’s not going back to how you guys used to be, and you can expect to have a red sting on your cheek for quite awhile. he’s not proud of what he did and he doesn’t enjoy hurting you, and deep down he is sorry, but he’s not going to tell you that unless you force him to. he doesn’t wanna lose you, but his pride is way too high. if you don’t want him anymore all because of a ‘dumb mistake’ he’ll restart with someone new who’s not as ‘sensitive’ and ‘dramatic’ as you.

3. nam-gyu

it was pretty hard to choose between nam-gyu and inho/youngil but i think due to drugs and stress, he’s a lot more likely to do so than him.

i don’t believe he would ever hit you if he wasn’t high. however, if he’s using or he’s going through withdraws and you get into an argument with him, there’s zero hesitation before his hand goes up to your face. the argument doesn’t have to be a long one for this to happen either, you both could get two words out and then it’ll just happen. but despite being high and not in his right mind, he would immediately grab your face with both of his hands, eyes wide, rubbing his hand over the red forming on your cheek before pulling you into a hug and pushing your face into his neck, holding the back of your head and rubbing his hands over your hair. the whole time his eyes are wide open, tears flowing like a waterfall out of his eyes while he tries to shush your own, his words shaky and his lips quivering. struggling to get any words out.

“baby, oh—oh m’-my god. i’m so sorry, sh, please don’t cry, m’ so sor—sor..ry’..”

he could hold you there with your head in the crook of his neck and on his shoulder forever. every time he feels the spot dampen he just grips you tighter and tighter, more and more apologies coming out of his mouth. the next day he’d immediately make you breakfast (despite not being the best at cooking) and he’d immediately shower you with love and kisses. it wasn’t just for you, but it was for his own state of mind as well. he genuinely thought he was going to die after what he’d just done to you. it only gave him more motivation to stop using. he didn’t want to hurt you ever again. he wouldn’t hurt you ever again.

4. inho / youngil

i can’t actually see him hitting you but if and when he does he will apologize immediately after. pulling you into a side hug and rubbing your back. he assures you he’s very sorry and then he kind of just moves on and tries laughing it off. arguing with him in general feels like he’s trying to treat you like a child. he always just brushes arguments off and laughs it off, sometimes even saying that maybe you need to rest or lay down, you’ve probably just had a long day and that’s why you’re so upset. it only makes you angrier with him, causing you to just raise your voice even more, stepping closer and closer to him and that’s when it just happens.

“i’m sorry baby, you just pushed me a little. it’s okay though.” and then he moves on like nothing happened. honestly the way he says it makes it seem like he’s insinuating that it’s your fault and you two never mention it again. it always lingers with you though, but the second after it happened it was as if he just forgot. in fact to him, it never even happened.

[bahrtofane]

here we go again - pt.1

pt. 2 , pt.3

jude x fem!reader , trent x fem!reader

empty promise after another leaves you walking in the cold. alone. on valentines day. youre never speaking to another player again.

word count : 1K+

watch it : mild fluff, heavy on the angst, situationships, toxic relationships, Jude is kinda an ass in this one sorry, not very happy ending

happy valentines day LOL

—--

you and Jude have a complex history, complex relationship. 

you aren't officially together but at the same time you are exclusive. it's odd, but it's what works at the moment, (even if you wish he would just grow the balls to make you his already.)

you get he's a busy guy, top player both club and international. you aren't going to force him to choose you or make him get with you while his career is soon about to peak. 

your wishes for more soon fade into the background as he presses gentle kisses into your skin. he called you a few hours prior, wondering if you wanted to keep him company while he binges movies and orders you a pizza. you said yes, maybe a little foolishly. but it's hard to stay away from him. 

he's addicting. maybe it's a rush of being with someone whose whole existence is so grand. maybe it's the fact of knowing you have what millions of others crave for. you don't know, you try not to read into the intricacies. bad habit. 

so here you are, face pressed up against his chest while you lay side by side on this stupidly large couch, action movie playing, your pizza done, belly full and body warm. 

"what are you thinking about love?" he mumbles. 

"you." you shrug.

"me ?" he chuckles. 

you hum, wiggling deeper into the pile of blankets. 

"i've been thinking about you. and us." he confesses, almost shy. the movie playing in front of you has long fizzled out of your attention. 

hey might as well rip the band aid off. 

"me too," you hum, "why aren't we official again?"

you feel him sigh dramatically, "because my career."

you squint. there goes the same lousy explanation. "you could put more i don't know, thought into us."

he shifts under the blankets , "valentine's day is coming up. dont worry love i have it all planned out." he assures you. 

"oh yeah ?" you tease

"just you wait, the best valentine's day ever." he kisses the top of your head soundly.

—--

worst fucking valenties day of your life. you don't remember being more livid a day in your life. you cant remember the last time so much pure rage burned through you, hot enough to hurt. you didn't think it was humanly possible to clench your fist so tight youve dug into your palm hard enough to draw blood. 

your head hurts, your legs hurt, you think your arm is starting to bruise from where you were shoved into a table on "accident" but what would Jude know. he was so busy taking pictures with models and laughing at corny jokes while you kept yourself company. texting and calling didnt work and he didn't even try to give you any attention the whole night, you can't keep doing this with him. 

"you can't just run off-" Jude shouts from somewhere behind you. 

"or what Jude. or fucking what." you seeth, not bothering to face him, storming out into the night. 

It's your fault for trusting him all those nights ago. your fault for falling for the same shit over and over. 

he sprints to catch up to you, "i don't know why you're being like this."

you stop dead in your tracks, "oh i don't know, let's think. you didn't tell me your escorts would be there. and to top it all fucking off they have to nerve to be on my ass the whole night, not letting me get anywhere near you even through we walked in together?"

he doesn't respond and you half the mind not to punch the shit out of him, walking further away from the club you just came from, heels clanking against the sidewalk so hard it hurts, pulling on your dress so you dont trip and fall. maybe you should let it go so you can fall flat on your face. that would be a better ending to the night than seeing his face. silly stupid you thinking this would work. 

"happy fucking valentines day huh Jude. you take me to a damn club, you ignore me the whole night, and you spend all your time surrounded by other women who might as well just suck you off right then and there." you yell, hell if anyone hears. you want them too, you want him to be as humiliated as you feel. 

Bellinghams date thrown away the moment you step inside, ignored and tossed for some common whores. oh you can't wait to see where your face ends up online after tonight. you can see the headlines now. 

he grabs your arm, making you face him, "love listen-"

"no, you dont get to fucking do that anymore. you cant keep sweet talking your way out of things when you fuck up. why can't you just pretend to care" your voice shakes, you can feel tears brimming in your eyes.

"i'm not trying to talk my way out of it, i'm trying to explain." he tries.

you yank your arm out of his grip, "i'm not listening anymore, im done. all i asked was one day for us, just valentines day to make things work. and you showed me you dont care enough for that." 

"please, let me fix this." he pleads.

"its too late."

"i wanted things to work so fucking bad, and you humiliated me Jude. i imagined a nice dinner, hell i would have settled for take out and a few kisses. that's how bad i want things to work, that's how bad i wanted you." you tremble. 

"please my darling. let's talk about this. come back inside and i'll show everyone that you are mine," he holds a hand out to you, waiting. silently pleading with each breath he takes. 

the street lights dance across his skin as for a moment you almost believe him. for a moment you think about stepping back inside with him. you can't do that to yourself, not again. 

"no, iim done. don't follow me, don't call me dont text nothing. i want nothing more to do with you." your firm, final. swallowing the lump that builds in your throat, youd be damned if he sees you cry after this fucking shit show.

he stops in his tracks at this, not bothering to try and stop you. 

it hurts more than it should to leave him behind you, but you honest to god can not keep up with his lifestyle. 

all those articles and rumors were right you suppose, he's an arrogant stuck up bastard with too much money to know what to do with, too cocky for his own good and destroys anything good that comes his way. you hope he's happy without you. 

[steddieas-shegoes]

Steve was doing this for Robin.

He had to keep telling himself this. He could get through the day, the weekend, life, if he just kept repeating this to himself.

But an hour into their day, his pants ripped.

Not in a place it can be hidden, not a small one.

Right along his ass.

And because Robin insisted he’d be fine, he didn’t bring a bag with a change of clothes.

He could buy some, sure, if he wanted to spend $60 on special convention sweatpants that would be entirely too hot, unflattering, and ruin the costume Robin insisted he wear to match hers.

He was hiding in the bathroom currently, furiously texting Robin to let her know he was just going to stay there until it was time to leave.

She’d be mad at him, but she’d be more mad at herself for not letting him bring a change of clothes.

His pants weren’t even tight. Luke Skywalker doesn’t exactly wear tight clothes. He had no reason behind the rip other than the universe just hating him as much as possible.

Robin told him she would find someone to help, whatever that means, but he didn’t think that was possible without just buying new pants.

He stood in the corner of the continuously crowded bathroom, trying not to draw attention, but knowing it was incredibly odd to just stand in the corner of a public bathroom.

Ten minutes passed and a guy walked in with a backpack and a sign that says “Free Cosplay Repair” and Steve knew what Robin had done.

The man was pretty, and not dressed up, but seemed like he wished he was. Maybe it was difficult to repair if he was wearing some elaborate costume.

Steve didn’t know how this worked.

“Are you Steve?”

Steve nodded.

His voice was calming, and Steve instantly trusted him to fix the problem.

“Heard you’ve got a bit of a problem with the costume. Big or small?”

“Uh. Pretty big, man.”

“Ah. Tear along the ass, then. Happens all the time.”

He set his backpack down and started rummaging through the front pocket. When he pulled out a sewing kit, Steve realized he was going to have to get this fixed in a public bathroom with this very attractive man staring at and touching his ass for who knows how long.

“Um.”

“It’ll be better if you can take them off. I’ll be able to sew it much faster.”

Steve couldn’t just stand around in his boxers. That was not part of the plan or the agreement with Robin. People were coming and going from the bathroom at a rapid rate.

“Is there somewhere private we can go?”

“Awww, Stevie, feeling shy?”

Steve’s face was beet red. He was feeling a little shy, and being called out on it by a hot guy kind of made him think about being called out on other things in other ways and his brain was not doing well.

“My name’s Eddie. I come with my friend Chrissy to a bunch of these every year. We have a tent set up on the show floor for privacy, but you’d have to walk to it. I could walk behind you if you want?”

“Oh. Okay. Um. Sure.”

It was better than standing half naked in this bathroom.

So they left, and Eddie stayed right behind him, covering him from possible exposure to the growing crowd.

He would lean forward and direct him to the tent every few seconds, leaving goosebumps behind from how close he got to his ear to be heard.

When they arrived, Chrissy was finishing up with supergluing something to a mask. Eddie touched her shoulder and whispered something to her. She rolled her eyes and smiled at him before turning back to the person she was helping.

Eddie nudged Steve into their tent.

“Alright, shouldn’t take too long. Take them off, Luke.”

Steve rolled his eyes but followed directions. The faster this was done, the faster he could get back to Robin, who was probably so deep into the crowd by now that he’d never find her anyways.

Maybe he should just stay here. Learn to sew. Become a part of their traveling repair team.

They seemed nice enough.

Eddie got started immediately, and Steve was grateful for the privacy the tent provided. He sat down on a stool they had set up in the corner and put his hands in his lap, covering as much of himself as he could. He was definitely not confident in this place.

He’d embraced that he liked some nerdy things. He was fine with it.

But he was way out of his element here.

“You come to these a lot?”

“No. Just supporting my friend.”

“Explains not being as prepared as the pros.”

“I did try to be. My friend said I’d be fine. Don’t know why I listened to her.”

Eddie snorted. “She a friend or a…friend?”

Steve laughed so loudly, Eddie jumped. “Sorry. She’s very much not straight and I am very much not interested.”

“Is she Leia?”

“Yeah.”

“Everyone will assume you’re together, you know?”

“Yeah, well. She said I had to and I owed her.”

“Must’ve done you a big favor.”

“You could say that.”

Eddie’s hands were moving quickly, and Steve couldn’t help watching in amazement.

“How long have you been doing this?”

“What? Sewing? Or conventions?”

“Both.”

Eddie smiled while he worked.

“Sewing since I was 11. I was in charge of fixing my and my uncle’s clothes since we couldn’t really afford new ones unless I outgrew them. Then in high school I did costumes for drama and cheerleaders. That’s how I met Chrissy. She was a secret nerd so she took me to a convention and I saw too many people crying over broken and torn cosplays so I started doing this.”

“For free?”

“Yeah. I already had most of the supplies on hand and I’m not using them all so why not?”

“That’s really…kind.”

He saw Eddie’s cheeks blush, but he didn’t comment.

Maybe he’d gain some upper hand here despite being half naked in a tent with a stranger.

“It’s not a big deal.”

“It kind of is, man. Just take the compliment. It’s really selfless.”

“Okay. Yeah. I guess. Thanks.”

They settled into a comfortable silence and Steve really took in the tent. There were things hanging up that he vaguely recognized as D&D monsters from Dustin’s room.

“Hey, the kid I babysit is into that.”

“What?”

“The dungeons game.”

“Really?”

“Yeah! I think he even has that exact print in his room.”

“No shit? I made these. I have an Etsy shop.”

“You’re kidding. He’s gonna freak out that I met you.”

“Well, shit. Take one for him.”

“Oh, I couldn’t do that.”

“Yeah you could. I’m not letting you leave until you do.”

Steve felt his heart flutter.

Dustin was like his little brother and he loved him so much. Any time someone did something kind for him, it melted his heart.

He didn’t have time for feelings for a stranger.

Not at a convention where he was the outcast.

“I guess if you insist.”

“I do.”

Steve was a fucking mess. Emotionally, he was the type to get really attached really quickly. It’s why all of his relationships ended within weeks. He was ready to be completely committed and they never were. He fell hard and fast for anyone who showed him even a tiny bit of interest.

He had to get out of this tent.

“I’m not rushing you, but how much longer?”

“I’m almost done. Few more minutes. Doing okay?”

“Yeah. Just wanna find Robin.”

“Text her to meet you here. She knows where it is.”

“How would she know that?”

“I’ve met her a few times at other conventions and she always stops by to say hello.”

Robin knew this guy?

Suddenly, he realized what was going on.

She was setting him up.

“Take your time. She can wait.”

Eddie slowed his hands and looked up at Steve.

“Uh. Okay.”

“She’s a traitor who did this to me on purpose.”

“Ripped your pants?”

“Yes.”

Eddie stopped what he was doing completely.

“She ripped your pants on purpose? How would she have done that?”

“She pulled a seam out or something.”

“Why would she do that?”

“Because she’s trying to set us up.”

“Us?!”

“Yep. Sorry. I promise I don’t expect anything. She just does this sometimes. Thinks I’m lonely or whatever.”

Eddie searched his face for a minute, then looked back down at his work.

“Are you?”

“Am I what?”

“Lonely.”

Well, yeah. Robin didn’t get the assumption from nowhere. But he didn’t really want to admit that to a stranger.

“Yeah, I guess.”

Apparently, he was going to anyways.

“Hm.”

“Hm?”

“Mhm.”

Steve huffed out a breath.

Eddie stood suddenly and came over to Steve, pushing his shoulder back and his legs apart so he could fit between them.

Eddie’s hand cupped his chin, pulling it up so he could look at him.

Steve gulped.

He was feeling more than vulnerable at this point and wasn’t sure what to do about it.

“Your friend must really love you to want to make sure you aren’t lonely.”

“Um. Yeah.”

“You know, I’m taking a lunch break in about an hour if you wanna hang around. I could use some company.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. One condition though.”

“What’s that?”

“You take the pants off again.”

Steve laughed and Eddie couldn’t help the smile he aimed down at him.

“You want me to eat in just my boxers?”

“Well, not just your boxers. That’ll be later at the hotel.”

God, this guy was good. Smoother than Steve’s ever been and he was known for his charming nature for years.

“You think I’ll come back to your hotel?”

“I know you will.”

“Why’s that?”

“Because I only temporarily fixed these pants. The stuff you need is back at my room.”

“What if I don’t care about the pants?”

“All the more reason to leave them off when you come to my room.”

They smiled at each other.

Steve felt brave. He felt a little ridiculous. Most of all, he felt like he couldn’t pass up the opportunity literally staring him in the face.

He leaned up a bit more and waited for Eddie to lean down.

When their lips met, Steve knew he was completely fucked.

Robin had fucked him over and he’d never been so grateful.

[bagerfluff]

Can't I Just Love You?

Nico di Angelo x Male Half-Blood Reader

Prompt - "No Reason"

You sat by the water drawing things in the sand with a stick.

Next to you sat the Ghost King himself Nico di Angelo. You both sat in silence. The only noises are the satyrs playing music and the grunts of frustration that you let out when you were drawing. This had become a nightly routine ever since you first found Nico sitting by himself.

You would always sit next to him while you guys talked or just sat in silence till it was time for you to return to your cabin.

You liked this routine.

It gives you time to calm down before needing to go to sleep. And you thought that Nico enjoyed having someone to talk to before he left to know God knows what.

For the past hour, you both have been sitting staring at the sun as it slowly sets. You had talked a bit, but after a few minutes, you realized that Nico didn’t want to talk, so you stopped.

Over the past couple of years you had gotten pretty good at reading what Nico was feeling. Which is something few could say.

But you could also tell that Nico wanted to say something, but you didn’t push it. You found that didn’t really work with Nico.

But soon the sun had fully set and you needed to get back to your cabin so you bid Nico a good bye and good night but you only got a few feet away before you heard Nico speak.

“Why?” Nico asked.

You turned around confused. “Why what?” You asked back, looking at the back of Nico’s head as he stared into the distance.

“Why do you hang out with me every night?” Nico asked, still not looking at you. You thought about the question.

The real reason you hung out with him was because you found the black haired boy cute. His shaggy black hair, brown eyes, even his pale skin and concerning eye bags. But you couldn’t tell Nico that. You weren’t sure he even liked you, or liked guys for that matter.

So the reason you hung out with him was because you had a crush on him. You’ve wanted to tell him. Even if he didn’t like you back, you wanted you to rip the bandage off.

Get it over with so you can move on with your life. But you found that every time you sat next to Nico and he glanced at you and greeted you, the words felt like soup on your tongue.

You couldn’t get them out. Maybe you should tell him now. "N-No r-re-reason”, you cursed yourself for not telling Nico and for stuttering.

Nico stood up and looked at you, hands in the pockets of his aviator jacket. He was looking at you like you were stupid, and you felt stupid.

“Are you sure about that?” Nico asked and you had no idea what to say. So you ran, you ran all the way to your cabin.

You didn’t hear Nico try to yell at you or follow you, and for a second, you were happy about that. But the next, you were confused.

You turned around to find that Nico was nowhere to be seen. You let out a sigh and continued going to your cabin, but this time walking. You don't know why you ran.

You weren’t scared.

You wanted to confess to Nico. But that wasn’t the right time. But you also felt like shit leaving Nico there alone. When you entered your cabin you noticed that almost everybody was asleep except for a few people.

You waved at them before moving to lay in your bed. You had already changed pajamas before going to hang out with Nico and though you had sand on your clothes you really didn’t care. You had to apologize to Nico and confess to him.

You could do this.

If You were still scared that Nico might reject you but you couldn’t think about that. Even if he did, you could still be friends with him. Your feelings weren’t that strong.

Right?

You stood fiddling with your fingers at the strawberry fields. After you woke up and got ready for the day the first thing you did was try to find Nico. You wanted to ask him if you two could hang out in the strawberry fields.

Nico had surprisingly said yes and you were happy that he said yes. You had asked him to wait a few minutes to come so you could get ready. You wanted to confess to him so you were sure that nobody was at the fields.

Even the satyrs.

Now you were waiting for Nico to get there, but you were still nervous and worried. What was Nico going to say? Did he like you back? If he didn't, he would still want to be your friend?

You would still like to, but what if Nico didn’t. The more you thought about the more, the more you realized that you might not be able to still be friends with him.

You really liked Nico, probably more than you should for only knowing for a year. All of those thoughts went away when you heard someone walking towards you and when you looked up to see who it was. Nico was walking towards you with his hands in his jacket.

Even though Nico looked the same as he always did, you still thought he looked amazing. You waved at him and the two of you started walking through the fields. The smell of the strawberries calmed your nerves, and the sound of the satyrs playing.

Though you had gotten them to move, they only moved out of the path that you and Nico were walking on. After a couple minutes you decided that this was it.

Time to confess to Nico.

“Hey Nico?” you asked, getting Nico’s attention from a strawberry to you. Once you looked at Nico, you realized just how nervous you were.

You had an idea of what you wanted to say, but nothing came out. The words left your brain, and the only words that came out of your mouth were “I love you”.

You knew that wasn’t the best thing to say but it was the only thing that you could say. Nico’s eyes widened and you both stared at each other for  what felt like hours before Nico walked towards a tree and left.

He shadow traveled away.

You immediately felt like crying. You knew this was going to happen. You knew Nico didn’t like you back. Tears slowly came out of your eyes but you whipped them away. There was still stuff you needed to do.

You couldn’t cry.

You turned and started to walk back down the path, taking one look back at the place that Nico had left.

You sat by the sea staring at the sun set. It's what you've done for the past couple of weeks. But normally Nico was there with you. Talking to you or just hanging out with you. But this time he wasn’t here. You didn’t know why you thought he would be here.

You also didn't know whether you would be happy or sad if you saw Nico. You still liked him of course, you can’t get over someone that easily.

But it was lonely when you sat here.

You had gotten used to having Nico here. Nico had a weird presence that people tend to hate but you loved it. You sighed and brought your legs to your chest and rested your head on your knees. You wanted to apologize to Nico.

It wasn’t his fault you had a crush on him, and you still wanted to be friends with him. If he wants that. Which you didn’t even know since he left you after you confessed. You were getting ready to leave when you felt something.

A feeling of death and darkness.

Nico.

You knew it was Nico.

You felt his eyes burning a hole into the back of your head. Neither of you said anything, but you wanted to. You wanted to cry or scream, do anything. But nothing came out. Nico eventually sat next to you and copied how you were sitting. It was silent till Nico started speaking.

“I’m sorry”, Nico said quietly. You looked over at Nico to see him already looking at you. That caused you to blush, but if Nico noticed he didn’t say anything.

“I’m sorry for leaving. I left because I didn’t know what to say”, Nico looked into your eyes, and you did the same. Though it was dark, you could still see Nico’s eyes.

Beautiful brown eyes that you’ve always loved. “But now I do. I love you too Y/n”. Your eyes widened and you stared at Nico. Before smiling and pulling Nico into a hug. Nico was shocked but he slowly wrapped his arms around you too.

“I love you”, you said.

“I know”, Nico replied.

[koszmarnybudyn]

Its finished. Now i can lore dump.

So these two are from a comic i'm planing, about well a bunch of things, but the thing is they are you know in the wild west, doing wild west things.

The guy on the right is a thief, moving from town to town, from con to con or a nearly daily basis but turns out he's being chased. Clearly a bounty hunter or something, he was gonna have a tail eventually after all the did obviously. But after a while it becomes clear this isnt just a normal guy no this must be some kind of beast, because no living thing will drag its half mangled corpse just to reach a goal will it? I mean he clearly saw this guy die he should not be alive should he?

But he is. Because this guy is immortal, well not really, he just "resets", because this isnt just a normal western, nope they are stuck in a time loop, well every town is, they can range from a few hours to even a few months, and they are the only two who keep memories from one to the other and can actually permanenty travel from town to town. And our criminal was being chased in part to get answers, because he isnt stuck like everything else is.

Okay so left guy has known the time loop thing for a while, a long, long while, and well his own self preservation isn't a factor to him anymore, because well there arent really permantent consequences anyway, like yes a broken bone will hurt a lot, but he can keep going. Someone put a nail through his hand, he can rip it out, its nit pleasant or nice but if it will get him to his goal quicker then so be it. He still doesn't like killing and will strike to protect people, because well there are rules for the "npcs" deaths, and their lifes arent as assured as our protagonists. And he has known so first hand.

And some other stuff about him: he might get a daughter figure, his design is inspired by a vulture, he does have irises i just like drawing him without them, some scars still stay between resets, he doesn't really talk but he has a journal, and his horse might be a demon.

Okay, most of this isnt finalized at all cause this is just a thing i something think about, and most of this stuff will probablly change. But that's the concept so far :]. (There is a bit more but i dont wanna write it all rn)

[twstfanblog]

It's live people

The fabled main story rewrite fic is finally posted. I will mainly be posting it on my AO3, which I'm officially dropping here. But I will also try to give you guys the first chapter of each book as like an announcement of them starting. And as such here you go!

Yuu never remembered her dreams and this was the same all things considered. Echoes of voices calling out in desperation, the sounds of stones breaking and the phantom heat of what seemed like a fire. As usual, whatever she dreamt about started to fade away the lighter their sleep became. Half-baked thoughts and visions drifted into nothingness, leaving her blinking slowly back to the waking world.

She was breathing slowly and it was dark, was everything a dream then? Rubbing at her eyes, she yawns, hands moving carefully to find her phone where it should be placed lower on her bed. Instead, she feels the cool touch of foreign fabric under their fingers. Eyes snapping fully open, they start to trace their hands along their surroundings and body, "What is this…? I don't…" 

Silk. She hated silk. 'Fabric of Luxury' her ass, silk was hot and always felt weird on her skin. Any pair of silk pajamas were quickly given away since she couldn't even comfortably lounge in the material. But now, Yuu realized she was standing, everything was dark and she was covered head to toe in a silk outfit that kept her pleasantly cool.

Reaching out she feels the smooth texture of a wall, hands roaming around she feels another three walls. A box. She's in a fucking box. Was she buried alive? No, that wasn't possible. They had to, like, remove her organs to bury her, didn't they? Oh fuck. Was she about to be cremated ?

Her hands reached out in hesitance, making sure she felt the cool wood under her palms before she started to hit the surface. After a moment of silence, her hits start to increase in speed and force, “Hey! Hey, someone’s in here! Hello!?” Open palmed slaps turn to closed fists banging on the unmoving wall, “Hey!”

Every moment she spent hearing only her voice made her panic more and more. At the very least her banging was slowly inching the lid of whatever she was in. She huffed, fingers just barely squeezing through the gap. Luckily enough, the outside of the box was brighter, giving Yuu some sense of relief. Sadly it was short-lived, still seeing little and no one around, “Hello!?”

“Man, I need to find a robe fast…”

Yuu wiggles her fingers, hoping to draw the attention of whoever she had hoped she heard, “Hey! Over here! Oi!”

Quick steps echo in the room before the voice hisses at her, “Be quiet! You’re gonna get me caught!”

“Fuck you! I want out of this box!” She tries to move the lid again, groaning when it barely budges. This felt like a basic wood lid, why was it so hard to move? “Just help me!”

Whoever was outside was quiet for a moment, only to speak with an audible smirk, "Only if I get that robe you're wearing."

" I will - fine! I do not care! Just open the fucking box-"

“DEAL!”

It sounded like an explosion, the force of it ripping the lid away and a scream out of their throat. Their fingers felt uncomfortably dry yet sweaty from the intense heat that had suddenly enveloped them. They pulled their hand close, checking it over to make sure they still had all of their digits.

Once Yuu was confident they weren't missing any fingers, they stepped out of the box, "Thanks. You could have given me more…warning...Where are you?"

Yuu looked around the room, full of ornate coffins creepily enough, in confusion. Creepiness aside the room was large and decorated with gray tasseled flags sporting some type of blackbird as an emblem. It was like nothing she had ever seen before, nothing outside of a storybook anyway. Old, yet polished stone brick walls lined with green fire torches, dark. It looked pretty fancy.

They had started to walk, eyes tracing along the walls in unashamed curiosity before a voice jolted them from their stupor.

"Down here, human!"

Their eyes move downward, widening at the angrily pouting ‘cat’ sitting just in front of their feet, a three-pronged tail lashing around in annoyance.

"I let you out, so hand over the robe or you're gonna get it!"

…

Whatever confusion and surprise that had gripped them faded away. A talking cat, with blue flames coming out of its ears. They were clearly either dreaming or their brain was giving them one hell of a last chemical horah.

Yuu looked down at themselves. The robe was really nice now that they could see what they were wearing; silky black and lined with complex patterns of gold along the sleeves, a wide purple belt fastening it closed with an ornate golden buckle. Looking back to the cat, Yuu raises an eyebrow, muttering under their breath "I don't think this is gonna fit you, kitty."

The cat poofs up, blue flaming ears bursting out briefly from anger, "I'm not a cat! And you better hand it over if you don't wanna be extra crispy!"

" I will punt your ass, try me ." But, Yuu still started to unfasten the belt. Threats aside, they did make a deal and the ‘cat’ had helped them. Slipping the robe off their shoulders they were pleasantly surprised to see they were wearing a long-sleeved button-up, the sleeves ending fingerless with a loop around their middle fingers.

Picking the belt back up, they refasten it around their waist. They didn't have a mirror, just the general feel of their new outfit was plenty, "...Cute."

The robe was tossed onto the cat, the larger fabric engulfing the smaller creature's body easily, leaving it to hiss and scramble underneath it.

Yuu raised an eyebrow, watching the fabric shuffle and jolt around before taking pity on the poor thing. Taking the sleeve of the robe and lifting it off, they smirked at the frazzled cat, “Need some help?”

“No! I don't need help from some cruddy human! I'm Grim, master of magic and mystery! You should be bowing to me!”

Yuu will admit, the fire the cat spat out in anger was a little formidable. But they had a clear three feet over the beast and much stronger legs. If he actually attacked, the fight would be quick.

Tilting their head, they teasingly waved the robe around, jerking it out of Grim's reach whenever he tried to grab at it. Only when the cat had sat still, ears drooping in a truly pitiful display did he mumble out.

“...Fine.”

“...” Yuu shrugs, holding the robe out in front of them to give it a once over, “I'll take it. Hold still.”

The robe was not only too big for Grim to wear properly, but also had no way to close it. While they could give him the belt, it made their current outfit too cute to lose, so they had to come up with a new way to style the top. Rolling it up from the top, keeping the sleeves free until they had shortened the body of the fabric. Taking a gamble, they folded the sleeves in half to shorten them as well. Kneeling they tied the sleeves into a faux bowtie around Grim's neck. The way it was folded gave the illusion of four loops, leaving the rest of the robe to act as a cape.

Checking over their knot, they smile, patting the cat on the head a bit roughly before placing the oversized hood over his head. Though silently they wondered how his ears didn't set the fabric on fire, “There! Now you'll look dapper when you threaten to burn people alive.”

Grim smiled back, silently happy that this human had taken their time to help him, though he'd never say thank you, “Hmmmm. There may be more use for you yet, human. When I'm a great mage, I'll remember you when I rule the world!”

“Yeah, I doubt it. But, go have fun. I’m gonna…fucking leave, I guess.”

Yuu and Grim parted ways once outside of the room. They stood still, watching the creature scurry down the hallway and out of sight behind a corner, the shiny gold-laced robe flapping in the breeze. They let out a huff of a laugh, hands managing to find the pockets of the, strangely, perfectly tailored pants and walking in the opposite direction of Grim.

Wherever they were, dream or otherwise, was nice. It was nighttime, the sky empty of a single cloud and full of glittering stars and a massive greenish moon, the clean and crisp smell of ozone just barely noticeable. The grounds were like a castle; regal, old, and somehow effortlessly classy. This place was fancy, fancy . A fact that was only set by the number of tapestries and ornate portraits framed along the wall with shiny metal plaques resting under them. Their eyes tried to look from a distance at the details before turning away to gaze out the open arches, missing the paintings tilting their heads in confusion at their back. They pass by an open door, seeing what looks like a lecture room. It seemed lifeless in its empty state, but with designs carved into the wood of the built-in desks and rich colors, it was hard to call the room as such. There was an indescribable zing of something in the air here, like the feeling she'd remember having as a little kid on Christmas morning.

They found the exit to the building after wandering into a few more lecture rooms, leaving the empty halls through two large double doors. Pushing them open, just enough to squeeze through, they marveled briefly at the sight before them. A long stone staircase leading down to a perfectly manicured landscape. More buildings were stationed neatly on the flattened mountaintop, they could see what looked like a large iron gate blocking off the seemingly barren mountains outside of them. The glittering lights of a town far off in the distance, just barely covered by fog at the base of the mountain. Yuu smiled, looking up at the crystal clear sky full of stars as they leisurely descended the large number of stairs. As they looked at the bright green moon, they simply nodded their head in confirmation; a dream then.

They walked along the landscape for tens of minutes, reaching up to pluck an apple from one of the trees scattered about. Looking it over, they could only think about the old wives' tales of not eating the food in your dreams, a rule Yuu was never sure if they actually followed or not. They study the fruit, wondering if they could decipher the type from looks alone. It was big, like a Honeycrisp in season yet had the bold red coloring of a Red Delicious. Turning it over in their hands, checking for blemishes and finding none. Shrugging, they bring the apple to their mouth and bite into it.

Sweet, like a Honeycrisp, but had the lingering tartness of a Granny Smith. The combination making their mouth water and demand another bite while still leaving them satisfied with what they had. The skin was snappy, giving way under their teeth with ease yet filled with that ‘apple skin’ flavor Yuu couldn't help but love. They finished the apple in record time, tossing the core into a nearby bush and reaching for another; this one they would save for later.

They frowned, realizing they didn’t have their trusty shoulder bag with them. Then they realized they didn't have any of their possessions with them. Not their phone, their bag, the only thing that seemed to have remained on them was their underwear. Well, this was a dream anyhow, into the ‘Boob Pocket’ the apple went.

They look around briefly, seeing no one had spontaneously popped into existence the second they chose to be indecent, they undo the first few buttons of their shirt and shove the apple into their cleavage. Big boobs are good for one thing and it’s holding items. They’ll eat the apple later.

Seeing the brick path led farther away from the building, they looked behind them. Yep, still there. The castle hadn’t disappeared or become impossibly far away the second they left it, so maybe it was a more permanent fixture of the dream. They turn back to the path, giving the castle one last glance before continuing on their walk. It looked…weirdly familiar though Yuu wasn't sure where they had seen such a castle.

The ground level held more buildings to explore. Tall structures stood in the distance but there was a large building sitting just to the left of the stairs. Curiosity peaked, they walked toward the front and pushed open the door, wincing at the long squeak it produced. But, looking inside, their budding fear was quickly gone at seeing the rows and rows of towering bookshelves. Yuu steps into the room, glancing around to see if the area was really as empty as it appeared. Seeing no one around, not even a hellish prep school librarian, Yuu tip-toed into the room and closed the door behind them, breathing in the distinct smell of pressed paper and old leather.

Yuu walked through the shelves, not looking at the titles yet but enjoying how bright and vibrant the spines were. Some even had a gold lining! Just how much money did this dream school have to burn? They tap at one book, pulling it from the shelf and reading the cover before repeating the title aloud.

“The Great Freeze of the Northern Isles: A Personal Account from Olaph Christenson…” Yuu shrugs, tucking the book to her side and walking farther into the shelves. Before long Yuu had amassed several historical fiction books, even one that seemed to be a fantasy book about potions. They walked to a cluster of tables, just as ornately carved as the desks were in the main building. Sitting down, they crack open a book and start reading; not much else for them to do in this dream it seemed…

Yuu had surprisingly made their way half through one book before abandoning it for another. They did always love reading fairy tales; the ones in these books simply wrote about them in a more grounded manner. They had opened the potions book, reading the introductory paragraph and glancing at the table of contents before hearing doors slam open and the sound of yowling. They couldn’t see anything from their seat, at least not until they watched Grim scrabble his way through the aisles, yelling over his shoulder for an overgrown bird to leave him alone.

…

Not her monkey. Yuu turned back to the book in hand, trying to refind her place only to jump at the sound of a whip cracking. The book was forgotten for a moment, eyes looking around in bewilderment trying to find the source of the sound. 

Soon, they found the source; a tall man in a lavished blue and black suit combo with a black feather boa collar walked from between the shelves. Grim in his grasp via a black whip that held the cat yowling and squirming around.

The man sniffles, slacking the whip only to tighten it and silence Grim’s whining, “Consider it tough love …now just to find- Ah!” Black-tinted lips pulled into a pleased smile as he seemed to lock his sight on them, “There you are! I was growing worried I wouldn't be able to find you before the night was up.”

Yuu jolts lightly in their seat, not realizing they had made eye contact with the masked man. They couldn't actually see his eyes, the dim lighting of the room only showing bright glowing orbs from black pits. They quickly grabbed the book they were reading, standing from their seat.

The man sighs in relief seeing them stand, starting to walk over to them, “Oh, good! You're not going to be as troublesome as- AH! Wait!”

Yuu started out in a light jog away from the strange man, their pace picking up as they heard him following after them. Soon they and the unknown man were sprinting around the library, the masked figure calling out for them to stop.

Their response was to turn around and blindly launch the book at him. They tilted into a full run, turning sharply into a new section hearing the heavy thud of the hardcover book connecting and the man's squawk of pain. They duck behind a large desk, hiding in the opening underneath and hoping the man just assumed they had escaped the room.

Instead, they nearly screamed and kicked at Grim, the cat scrambling under the table with them. Yuu looked at the cat in surprise, noting his hair standing on end as they hissed out, “The fuck, don’t you go here or something? Why'd you bring that crazy guy here?”

Grim huffed, glaring up to them as he tried to press himself tighter against their legs to hide more under the desk, “I'm- I'm trying to be admitted here…I don’t know who that crazy bird is though…he saw me in the hallway and started throwing a fit-”

The man suddenly leaned in front of them, “There you two are-”

“AH!”

“ AH!” Yuu screamed along with Grim, their leg shooting out and connecting hard with the unknown man's chest, sending him crashing into the back of another sturdy desk.

“OW!” the man groaned, rubbing the back of his head.

Yuu and Grim scramble from under the desk, the pair making their way to the agape double doors of the library. The bird man couldn't hope to chase them both down once they were out of the room. It was going to be a matter of luck once they got out whoever he decided was more important to chase down.

The sound of ice crunching suddenly filled the air. A bright blue light sailed over their heads and hit the ground in front of the doors. Yuu's eyes widened, watching ice form, grow, and completely consume their only exit. The ice didn't stop at just the door, a patch had raced toward them and Grim. They slipped, gold-heeled feet quickly leaving the floor and sending them hard onto their back and sliding into the wall of ice.

Yuu looked behind them, eyes widening as they saw the man still standing a good distance away with his cane held out. At the very tip of the cane (Does it say RAVEN???) they could see the fading bright blue light that had shot out the ice, “The fuck?”

“Enough of your running! We have places to be and I'm not going to let you cause any more havoc on my campus!”

Yuu turns to Grim, the cat creature equally panicked, “Dude, don't you have, like, fire powers or something to melt this!?”

Grim perks up, ears twitching as he grins and turns to the ice, “Oh yeah! Watch as the Great Grim melts this lackluster magician's ice- ACK!”

Yuu scrambles away just as the whip wraps around Grim, the cat being yanked toward the mysterious masked man. Grim squirmed around, yowling and trying to escape the wrapping.

“WHA-WHAT IS THIS!? I CAN'T USE MY FIRE!?”

“Honestly…” The man sighed, swinging Grim loosely as he walked forward, “You're in a library, fire should be the last thing you use in such a place. The money to replace all these books would destroy my vacation fund…”

Now that he stood in front of Yuu, they realized with an unsettling feeling in their stomach they actually couldn't see his eyes. Behind the fanciful face mask of a crow were nothing but two actual voids of black with pinprick lights of yellow. He stood right in front of them and tilted his head with a slight click of his tongue.

“My, my! I'm not sure if you're a troublemaker or simply an overzealous student.” He smiles, updating his gentle swing to twirling the cat creature in a slow circle, fully ignoring Grim's whines, “But, I am most pleased! We need more students who enjoy studying. Surely, we'll be able to out do- OW!”

Yuu swears under their breath, they missed the man's knee and had only kicked him in the shin. Not the fully devastating attack they hoped for, but it was something since the man took his time to bend down and nurse his leg. Time that Yuu took to push themselves up and make a break for it. Hopefully, this library had a second entryway somewhere.

They sadly didn't get far. Another bright light shot out from behind them, this one being green. It hit just before their feet, sprouting vines that easily snatched them up by the ankles and held them upside down. They flailed only a bit before the vines had stretched them back to the now frowning man.

“Stop. Kicking me! I've made my decision, you are a troublemaker . As such you will be properly punished once you are sorted. And another thing-” The man took care to grab them by the bicep, holding them as the vines slowly weakened and disappeared to leave them feet back on the ground, “You must learn to control your familiar. It's not even the first day and you've already violated the school rules multiple times!…”

The man goes on and on, not seeming to realize that Yuu had absolutely no idea what he was talking about. He went on about gates and orientation, claiming Yuu must have the ‘temerity’ to open their gate before he called for them (whatever the hell temerity meant…). They try to make eye contact with Grim, only to see the creature simply struggling in the whip wrappings and doing great heaving breaths as he tried to summon his fire.

“Are you listening!? Goodness, you are shaping up to be quite a poor student. How disappointing…”

“...I don't go here…”

The man blinked at them. He leaned in closer, humming softly as he brought the head of his cane to gently tap them on the forehead, “Oh. You must have gotten disoriented during the journey. Not uncommon…but not an excuse either. You've wandered very far from the main building and have brought such an unruly familiar on campus-”

“That thing ain't mine.”

“Stop interrupting me!” The man huffs, shaking his head before twirling his cane. 

Yuu watches in surprise as the metal rod disappeared, vanishing from sight in a show of navy-colored sparkles like it had always been some type of optical illusion, “The fuck?”

The man taps them again on the forehead, clicking his tongue before forcibly turning Yuu around and lightly shoving them toward the thawing ice blockade, “No foul language. Come along now, let's get you to the mirror chamber before everyone decides to leave. Goodness knows you've already wasted so much of my time…”

“Can you hear me? I don't go here!” Yuu tried to wiggle their way out the bird man's grip on their shoulder.

He laughs, easily gripping Yuu by the back of their shirt and pressing against the center of their back, forcing them to walk out of the library, “I shall help you regain your wits as we walk. Aren't I such a kind and compassionate educator?”

“ Get off of me!?”

Yuu had all but dropped themselves into dead weight after they had been forced back up the stairs to the courtyard. Sadly, all it managed to do was have the man drag them with no effort. The man who they learned to be called Dire Crowley, the headmaster of Night Raven College.

Groaning, Yuu punched at Crowley's arm again. It didn't help the first few times but it was all they could do to show their frustration, “I'm not even old enough to go to college! I didn't sign up for your damn school!”

Crowley frowned, with one hand keeping Grim in a tight hold, he wasn't able to properly deal with his new unruly student, “Nonsense. You were brought to our campus and are dressed in our ceremonial robes! You clearly are to be a student of ours. Age aside, as long as you are 16 by the end of the year, you qualify for your first year here.”

Yuu let out a growl that slid into a throaty scream. Gripping their arms onto Crowley's, they actually dropped their weight to lift their legs and kick at him from behind; not very strong in the long run, but he didn't have room to dodge them, “I. Dont. GO HERE!”

“AH! NO! STOP!” Crowley cut his losses and released them, frowning heavily at the panting figure on the ground, “I will say, you are impressively physical for a magician. Perhaps you will be more useful in sports than academics …”

“...” Yuu lifted their head from the ground, staring into Crowley’s voids with a stunned expression, “I’m sorry, I'm physical for a fucking what now?”

“...A magician-”

“ A magician!? Like, an Alakazam kinda bullshit!?”

“Bless you?” 

Yuu pushed themselves off the ground of the courtyard, pointing to their person in quick motions, “I ain't no fuckin’ witch!?”

Crowley perks up, tapping a clawed ring to his chin, “Ah! Do you use female pronouns? That's not normally seen here these days, but I will make sure it is added to your student file. Aren't I truly so understanding and-”

“ I AM GOING TO ACTUALLY SHIT, SHUT UP FOR LIKE TWO SECONDS!”

The only sounds were of Yuu's controlled breaths, the fading echo of a flock of birds fleeing for their lives in the distance. Crowley merely blinked at them, sharing brief eye contact with a still bound and gagged Grim before shifting his sight back to them.

Once they were back to a sense of calm, Yuu pressed their mouth to their clasped hands. Blinking, they looked around, eyes lingering on the full green moon before turning to Crowley, “There's been some kind of mistake. I don't…I'm not from here. I can't have, like…signed up for classes here or something because, I'm not from here .”

Crowley only huffed, rolling his eyes as if Yuu was the one not listening, “An ebony carriage should have met you carrying your gate. It was the vessel that brought you here.”

“ Carriage? Like a horse-drawn buggy?” At Crowley's nod, Yuu sputtered, “I didn't see no fucking horse! Let alone a carriage!”

“Hmmm…But you awoke in a gate, did you not?” Only now did Crowley seem intrigued, yellow orbs focusing on Yuu in a new manner, “You were in a gate and you are in the ceremonial robes. Unless you want to admit to breaking onto the campus and stealing a set of robes, you are clearly meant to be a student.”

Yuu groaned, face falling into their hands, “I didn't break in anywhere! I woke up in a coffin- fucking weird by the way-”

Crowley perks up, smiling as he makes a pose as though to say ‘Eureka’, “Yes! That is the gate; it was shaped after a coffin to signify the ending of one life to begin your new life here on campus as a Night Raven student.”

“...” Yuu stared at Crowley, the man taking full notice to see how she suddenly became subdued, “I don't remember a carriage…I was…I was inside before I woke up…I wasn't…I don't…”

“...” Crowley placed his hand back to Yuu's shoulder, gently and to be the comforting weight they seemingly needed, “The gate transport can cause gaps in memory. You may start to remember more once you complete your orientation. But to do that we must make haste to the chamber. It'd do no good to have your dorm leave you behind.”

They both stand in silence, only Grim's ever-constant struggle a sound before Yuu took a deep breath. She looks up to Crowley, nodding their head; they didn't have much of a choice.

“Ok…”

Crowley smiles, eyes turning to crescents through his mask, “Then off we go!”

The walk back to the school seemed so much shorter. What had taken them nearly half an hour had ended in only what felt like five minutes with Crowley's hand pressed on their shoulder in support. Yuu wasn't entirely sure where they were in the castle; It seemed so small in the few halls they had wandered through earlier. But now they were able to fully grasp the sheer massive size of this unexplored location. Soon, their small group came to large double doors; the bustling sounds of multiple people closed behind it.

Crowley gave them a glance over his shoulder, either to silently tell them to brace themselves or to make sure they didn't bolt the second his hand left their shoulder. Either way, he gets his answer and turns back to the doors, pushing them up to hear a bright voice speaking loudly.

“-be his stomach was upset and he's taking a long bathroom break!”

Whatever serious air the headmaster had around him was instantly broken, the masked man stuttering and nearly stumping onto the large stage, “I was not having stomach issues! I will have you know I was not lollygagging around the school; I have brought back our wayward final student and their familiar.”

Yuu looked around the room, hundreds upon hundreds of masked individuals sat in what could only be described as a ritual room. Tall ceilings and branching archways of stone frame the room yet still draw attention to the grand oversized full-length mirror in the center of the cleared area. Yuu stared at the face in the mirror, it seemingly staring back with a look void of all emotion. From behind the ornate mirror, Yuu could see a small ensemble of other cloaked figures sitting in raised seating behind the mirror, a clear way to set them apart from the lower seated masses.

“...” Yuu blinked, “Oh…I get it. This is a fucking cult. ”

…

The room was silent, the stray and strangled laughter of a few students quickly being snuffed out. A few of the students on the raised seating looked completely scandalized, expressions angered yet stunned in their silence. Crowley turned around to face them, his face finally showing the correct amount of confusion, “ What?”

[kxyera]

How the Ghouls spend time alone (SFW) <3

All fluff, first time i've ever wrote something like this :)

Aurora

I know for a FACT this girl can draw. She can sketch, paint, reference, shade and draw in multiple art styles. She's incredibly proud of her art (AS SHE SHOULD?!) and always draws little sketches of the other ghouls when shes bored or alone. She sometimes rips the pages out and gives it to the ghoul she drew, they always fawn over it and thank her multiple times.

Cirrus

She's a doomscroller. Enough said. She has a screen-time of over 10 hours and is not ashamed whatsoever. She also loves online shopping, she spends at least half her time scrolling to buy things she cant and will probably never afford or wear.

Cumulus

THIS. GIRL. CROCHETS. SHE IS A CROCHET QUEEN. She especially loves making stuffed animals and makes the ghouls little stuffed animals for anti-christmas and their birthdays. They're always personalised and is colour-coded to the giftee's element (EG: Fire = Red wool, Water = Blue wool, Air = White/grey wool, Earth = Green/brown wool, Quintessence = Purple). She loves the time and effort spent in making crochet projects, and absolutely adores seeing the other ghouls' face light up when they're gifted one of her projects.

Sunshine

I feel like she'd just enjoy the alone time. She'd go on walks by herself, skipping and listening to music. She just loves everything and is literally a walking ray of sun. literally.

Swiss

He definitely plays loud music and sings along to it. Other ghouls either love it or hate it, depends on what time of day/night it is. He once woke up Sodo at 2am from it. DEEPLY regretted it. Has always stopped playing music at exactly 10pm after that incident.

Sodo

Depending on his mood, he'll either practice his guitar or go on walks. He almost always practices his guitar as he thinks its the only thing that will keep him focused in on something. He plays to get his mind off of whatever happened and he'll only goes on walks when he knows he needs to properly clear his head.

Mountain

He'd be a gardening boy. His room is full of plants and he knows the exact name of every plant in his room. He'd go out to the ministry gardens and sit underneath one of the trees reading. He's a calm boy.

Rain

You bet your ass if its a rainy day he's out there running around in it. Heavy rain? He loves it. Storm? No problem. Thunder? He'll jump at the large crashes of thunder, but find it to be music to his ears. He takes daily showers and the water has to be cold. He loves cold water (especially in the mornings) and he absolutely has a rainfall shower head. His spare time is spent damp.

Phantom

This little gremlin is a walking pile of chaos. He once baked with the ghoulettes when he was bored. Its safe to say he's now officially banned from the kitchen. Everytime he has spare time alone, he instantly goes to find someone to mess about with. He also plans elaborate pranks to pull on the other ghouls in the future. Yes, he has a notebook with all these plans.

Aether

He’s the type of guy that reads a lot of old novels, always has a book on him. He *loves* H.P. Lovecraft, especially ‘Call of Cthulhu’ and could talk about it for hours by a cozy fire if he had someone to listen

[icycoldninja]

Can you write a reader who’s like Mileena from Mortal Kombat

Mileena is a mutant hybrid clone of Kitana, created in Shang Tsung's flesh pits at the behest of Shao Kahn, who had become increasingly paranoid that Kitana would one day learn the truth and betray him. As a fusion of Tarkatan blood and Edenian physiology, Mileena combines and fully utilizes attributes of both races in combat, boasting incredible speed, brute strength, nimble acrobatic prowess, and frightening, carnivorous savagery matched only by Baraka.

In stark contrast to Kitana, Mileena is an evil, sadistic, cruel, twisted, hot-tempered, selfish, and psychologically unhinged opportunist whose fondest wish is to kill her "sister" and claim her existence for her own. She fights using a pair of sais and a hideous, razor-sharp Tarkatan maw which she uses to bite off chunks of human flesh and crush bones

When the boys confront the reader asking why she’s hellbent on stealing her sister identity, she finally confessed that she wished to have an identity of her own, and that she’s tired of being referred to as “Kitana’s clone” and wants to be reminded as “herself”

She felt robbed of her own autonomy and sense of self every time she looks into the mirror just to realize she’s nothing more that her sister’s clone, not a person of herself. She felt that if she kills her sister, only then she feels that she can no longer be someone’s clone, just a solitary individual

As for her mouth, she’s proud of it and yet sometimes feel shameful for having them because while they’re excellent for combat, it’s a hassle taking care of them and hide them away when needed. Because she’s half Tarkartan, she always felt as if she’s starving and it gets on her nerves a lot, so she had to restrain herself from consuming humans ( not that she had a problem for the taste, it’s just that covering up the crime scene can be a hassle and will draw more attention than needed ) so she started shifting her attention to devils

“ Anything that’s not poisonous and alive…it will go in my stomach either ways”

She’s pretty much a voracious eater as well, f eating etiquette, we’re eating plates and stuffing food down our throat now

Also, Mileena is a really brutal fighter so I can imagine the boys having the “should i be scared or turn on” face when she perform the Fatility on whatever unlucky devils happen to be nearby:

https://youtu.be/fpvzIGHueqo?si=eYoeVa63mUOVzhOr

Sure, sure. Enjoy.

Sparda boys + V x Mileena-like!Reader headcannons

¤ Dante ¤

-Dante thought you were pretty fricking hot from the moment he met you.

-Your fighting style, your insane brutality, everything was just so cool.

-He knows he should be scared when he sees you rip someone's throat muscles out with your bare hands, but at the same time, he's kinda turned on. He wonders that if you had enough strength to manhandle him during intimacy. Now that'd be something.

-He wants you to know that he loves you, and only you, for who you are and not because you happen to be a clone of someone he doesn't even know.

-He thinks your mutant mouth is pretty damn sexy, though he does wonder how he's supposed to kiss you without getting pinched by your teeth.

-Your appetite is amazing, since it's just like his. You guys could chomp away on pretty much anything, enjoying yourselves (and the food) the entire time.

■ Vergil ■

-Vergil admires your strength and exceptional battle prowess, for it is a testament to your immense POWER.

-He finds your Sais and how you use them elegant in its own bloody way.

-He has nothing to fear when you go full rabid-wolf-monster on your opponents because he knows you would never hurt him, and if you tried, he could easily defeat you.

-Finds your bizarre mouth oddly enchanting, and though he'll never admit it, he'd love to feel that long, frog-like tongue down his throat.

-He MOTIVATES you to have pride in yourself and celebrate your individuality. You are awesome, who cares about your sister? He doesn't even know who that is anyway.

-Your eating habits are disgusting, and Vergil will not hesitate to tell you this.

□ Nero □

-Nero felt bad for you, not feeling happy with yourself all because of something you couldn't control.

-It wasn't your fault you were a mutant clone, and besides, Nero is sure you're way better than the original anyway.

-He respects your strength and would love to fight alongside you in battle, but you're so brutal and violent. It's kinda scary.

-Even though Nero has seen millions of nasty demons and equally nasty ways to get rid of them, your methods are beyond anything he's ever seen before.

-He loves you lots, but doesn't want to be anywhere near you once you start ripping people's organs out, or when you decide to scarf down some of the demons' remains mid battle.

-One of the many things Nero finds attractive is that gorgeously long tongue of yours, and he often fantasizes about what you could do with it.

● V ●

-V finds your violent side rather charming, strangely enough.

-He loves watching you fight, even when you do the most obscene things like chugging a can of something, then spitting it out at your enemy, and killing them with it.

-Your abilities are truly astounding, and V never hesitates to tell you that.

-He loves you for more than your combat prowess, however, he also loves how driven and wild you are, in contrast to his reserved and introverted nature.

-He could never be scared of you, for although others view you as a hungry, cruel monster, he sees you as a broken woman who never got to live her life, always being seen as a clone of someone else.

-He wants to help you create a new identity that might aid in your mental and emotional recovery. He's patient; with time, you might be able to live a happy, stable life.

[purplemonkeypuppet]

elsbeth s2e12! (i think? it's the one about college admissions)

ugh college admissions. ughhhhh. such a messed up absurd system

at one point in my senior year of high school i drew a bunch of stick figure political cartoons about how the college board is evil and like put them up in random classrooms

also several uncle sam posters but it was just a bad drawing of me being like i want YOU to take down the college board or something like that

and then before the ap calc exam i made one that said i want YOU to put your calculator in radian mode and went around showing it to everyone

anyways this is a post about elsbeth

kitties!

elsbeth no elsbeth you can't wave the foils around without proper protective gear

kaya finished her school!!!

i know i love lieutenant connor but she does deserve to be bitter

roy is real!

so i know that dinner party was awkward for everyone present but imagine you're cameron. you decided to come with your roommate to her kooky friend's party for funsies. one of her cop buddies has already made a comment about whether you two should have kids when you're not even dating yet. you're at the dinner table. kooky friend and her son start like arguing about how she wasn't around and stuff. apparently the chief of police got him a job. the son up and leaves. you don't know any of these people

also donnelly was like actually so nice to elsbeth? talking about how messing up is just part of being a mom??? hello?????

shame she like wasn't in the latter half of the episode

oh and i know it's one detective per episode but it is funny how she like didn't invite any of the other detectives to the dinner party

the fact that teddy's embarrassed of his mom but roy like loves her so much. delightful

oh and i enjoyed kaya and teddy gossiping about elsbeth's love life. also rip angus i think we all knew he was a one off

although knowing this show maybe he'll like come back in the very last episode of the whole thing to like marry elsbeth so she can ride off into the sunset. who knows

yes! get the daughter on your side!

why does wagner need to personally come help arrest this guy

shock of the century the crazy expensive intense college prep tutor is evil

i’m glad the kitty is ok

if someone drove up to me and rolled down the window and said "get in" i simply wouldn't? especially if i suspected them of murder?

also evil judge guy better leave delia ALONE

[crazylittlejester]

Dude I’m sorry if it’s been a while I’ve lost track of time 😔

so I reread Nate’s Comics bc I can and I wanted a refresher before I yapped abt him to you

OK so Nate grey after beating up Apocalypse lands in earth 616 (mainstream marvel universe) in Switzerland on the mountains

anyways bro somehow gets down the mountains and almost gets run over by truck-kun/ref but the guy stops and is like “bro r u ok 🤨🤨🤨” and now Nate Grey is in the truck but Nate Grey had trust issues 1000 and is liek “Bro how do I know ur not working for apocalypse also where the hell am I” and explodes the truck (reverse isekai ig)

bro then proceeds to walk to the nearest town where he sees a hooded guy and is like “Forge ☹️???” But no it’s this random guy named Sven that knocks him over but then looks at Nate and is like oh damn look at this child and takes him to his house where he takes care of Nate before dipping out to get food. Nate Grey takes a nap but he when he wakes up with her in the room

This is the creepo i was talking abt btw. I am her number one hater if this woman has 100 haters, I am one of them,10 haters I am one of those ten, if she has 1 hater then I’m that hater, if she has none then I am dead or I’ve been replaced

and also btw ummm uh how do I say this but um the person is also a clone of his mother 🤡🤡🤡 and is also like in her late twenties to eat thirties and BTW THE COMICS HAVE DESCRIBED NATE AS BEING MENTALLY 10 OR SO GUYS 🤡🤡🤡 like it’s so fucked up (and I know that marvel did want this to be like a relationship that was meant to be uncomfortable but still :((( )

Anyways the creepo and Nate get to know eachother before Sugar Man sends in a guy to go get Nate he obviously fails and creepo and Nate go to Paris 😍

where the guy strikes again but someone has their eyes on Creepo and basically this woman is like to creepo hey you should ditch the literal kid you’re with and come with me and she does‼️‼️ Creepo is gone from Nate’s life for the time being‼️‼️‼️

Nate Grey then goes to work on a boat to get away from thinking abt Creepo but then this twisted mf called Dark Beast (literally beast from Nate world) comes in and is like “hey child would you like to join me :3” also Guy that’s trying to get Nate from earlier is there but it’s whatever. Nate says no obviously and ends up in like California.

Also here’s a collection of Sugar Mans drawings of Nate I feel like they’re absolute master pieces

ALSO THERE WAS A WOLVERINE ANIME ⁉️⁉️⁉️😭😭😭

ALSO I DIDNT HAVE A SCREEN SHOT OF THIS AT THE TIME BUT LOOK AT THIS MR SILLY LITERALLY RE RIPPED OFF FORGED ARMS AND LEGS ☹️

anyways thank you for taking time out of your day to read this terrible excuse of writing/gen

Anyways this explains the next few chapters/half joking

(no but bring Fr here poor Nate ESPECIALLY in chapters 67-70 he did not deserve that at all)

anyways sorry if this is incoherent I’m on my phone late at night and I’m tired and my phone is abt to die 💔/gen

sorry i took so long to respond i wanted to make sure i had time to read it all

i have to say the way you explain it makes it fairly easy to understand and i really appreciate it alkdkdkdk

poor nate he just seems like hes never having a good time 😭

[bevswashere]

Koi No Yokan

Chapter 20: The Strongest

One thing remains the same. The vast majority are guided to the choice that feels easiest. The way that will provide them the most peace. Yet, the small sum remains. Those who answer the phone call or refuse to board their flight. Those who force their eyes open until the world comes crashing back down on them.

March 2006 Eleven hours later.

"Good work, everyone. We're inside Jujutsu High's barrier now."

I can't help but feel that I'm lagging behind on purpose, feet dragging with every step to delay the inevitable.

"What a relief," Riko pants, palms resting heavily on her knees. To her and my own surprise, Satoru pulls out a tissue from his pocket, one for her to wipe the sweat forming on her brow. She blushes, "Thank you."

"Satoru," Suguru says, as touched by the gesture as the rest of us, "You really worked hard this time."

He sighs, issued the chance to release his technique for the first time in days. "I never wanna get stuck babysitting a brat again."

The statement makes me smile earnestly. Satoru can argue all he wants that Yaga, Tengen, and even myself had forced him into protecting some "brat," but the truth is he cares about Riko. We all do. That only makes the next few hours thatmuch—I hardly hear it before I see it.

Before my next breath turns into a sharp gasp and my eyes lose focus.

Before Riko screams in horror.

I look down. The blade is thin, piercing through the base of my chest, trickling warm blood into the dirt. The shock subsides, but the pain doesn't, it sears through my center like I've been bathed in boiling water.

I look over my shoulder. A man with overgrown hair and a large scar at the corner of his lip holds the sword. His eyes are unaffected, bored even. Who..?

A burst of blue light, followed by the charge of Suguru's curse, forces him to draw back. The retraction of the blade hurts more than its insertion, pulled out at a high angle, mercilessly ripping through my flesh and bone.

I crumble to my knees immediately, clinging to the hole in my chest. My breath grows ragged, the entirety of my shirt and the ground beneath me soaked in crimson. How much blood have I lost?

"Kaede!" Suguru runs over, face covered in a thin sheen of sweat. His hand presses hard into the wound. He's shaking, I can feel it. "Can you stand?"

"I'm fine." I force myself up, voice steady despite my depleting vigor. The pain is another matter, but what I can be sure of is that the attacker missed my vitals. I can focus my cursed energy output into my center, maybe even wrap the wound in a time barrier until Shoko can handle it. "Prioritize Riko first."

"She's right. I'll deal with this guy. You two get her to Tengen-sama."

"Satoru..." Suguru's resolve has shaken, but he has no choice, "Be careful."

We break into a sprint, dragging Riko by the hands to keep up.

Every nerve in my body is on high alert, desperate to get Riko as far as possible, desperate to wield my technique without cutting myself in half. This isn't the time to let my attention dwindle, to stare off into space until someone can pull me back. We have a mission, a clear goal, one that we were appointed because we're strong. I'm here. I can do this.

The elevator arrives at the bottommost floor.

I can't do this.

"Riko-chan."

She turns back.

"Sorry, but this is as far as I go." I can't even bring my eyes up to meet hers. "Satoru hasn't slept. I should go back up to make sure—" I'm cut off by the girl running into my arms, fingers digging into my skin. A small whimper echoes through the tunnel, followed by the rest of her heavy tears. "Are you scared?"

"No," she sobs into my chest. "Thank you. The way you've taken care of me these past two days, it's a love I haven't felt since my parents... Thank you, for reminding me what that feels like one last time."

Her gratitude has stolen all possible words from my lips, leaving me only able to hug her back tightly.

I step back into the elevator, the sight of Riko and Suguru slowly disappearing as I ascend. My back falls against the wall, hand gripping the still open wound, too weak to fight the tears rolling down my cheeks.

Thank you, Amanai Riko.

For reminding me the joy of being a young girl's big sister.

One last time.

The elevator stops, the bell chimes, the metal gate slides open—I leap out of the elevator, dodging the swipe of my previous attacker's large blade. The elevator is demolished where I previously stood, the man taking his time to turn around and face me.

"I had hoped to take you down with that earlier attack, but," his satisfied eyes glance at the hand still cupping my center, "One Jujutsu sorcerer at a time."

"What's that supposed to..?" My heart sinks into the soles of my feet, the world slowly being leeched of color until a dark, cold nothingness remains.

"That's right," he smirks at my realization. "I killed Gojo Satoru."

The full force of my cursed technique rips the floor in half, wood snapping beneath his feet that leap up in time. For some stranger with no cursed energy, his speed is reminiscent of my own, possessing the reflexes only someone with a binding vow could achieve, someone who had forged a contract stronger than any tether. 

The next wave is only a failed attempt at ripping him into pieces. The sword he's wielding isn't the same as the one he stabbed me with. It's larger, teeming in strange cursed energy, strong enough to combat the impact of a Time Barrier.

He's blown back a few yards, unscathed, but the exertion makes my chest throb. I can't go all out while trying to hold time still on the wound, there's no way.

In a blur, he takes a running start, cutting through every time barrier I throw forward. "You're already losing your edge," he says. "And I thought you'd be a bigger obstacle than this."

Giving my all, I charge forward, moving faster than him, smarter. With the combined effort of time jumps, barriers, and speed that even his heavenly pact cannot match, I begin to push him back. His sword seems to be able to break through my technique, but there's no chance for him to gain the offensive.

Our brawl breaks back out into the open air, amongst the destroyed trees and collapsed buildings of Jujutsu High. There's Fly Heads noisily swarming at every corner, blood that isn't mine stained on the pavement.

With the point of my finger, my technique fires like a pistol, darting through several Fly Heads before it catches him at the face, ripping into his cheek, and drawing warm blood. "I'm not the only one losing my edge."

The long battle continues, the maximum output of my cursed technique chasing him back further from Riko. By now, I can only hope that she's under Tengen's protection, or Suguru was smart enough to get her as far away from here as possible.

The potency of my next barrier makes me stumble, spiraling through the air in unpredictable patterns, so strong that when it strikes the man's sword it shatters. His face displays confusion, but nothing close enough to fear. Either he's convinced he can't die, or he's not scared of dying anyway. "Well, would you look at that?" he sighs, tossing what's left of the sword aside. Replacing it with a red, three pieced staff, oozing an energy just as tainted as the previous weapon. "Let's see you break this one."

I'm wearing down, backing myself into a corner that constricts the size of my attacks. The blood flow from my stab wound hasn't stopped either. Nevertheless, I resume the long combinations of moving at my quickest, surges of compacted time, and a keen eye that predicts his every next move.

Faster than he can assess, I move in close, palm slamming into the side of his head. He tumbles wildly through the dirt, struggling to gain his footing with me continuing to charge.

The Forward Sight, like the Six Eyes, isn't something I turn on. It was infused into my soul from the moment I was born, granting ceaseless premonitions of the people and places in my line of vision. The pride of my fallen family, the unique ability that has rarely failed me. Except, in this moment, when the attacker and I have traveled far out into campus, and I witness, in nothing but the present, the sight of Satoru's body lying alone, on a mound carved out from the ground. Fresh blood is still puddling down into the sides of the chasm. His head is turned to the side, one bleary eye still open.

I barely catch the attacker coming into my peripheral, unable to move in time before his three-pieced weapon strikes me at the center of my stomach. The immense power launches me down into the ringed chasm, my technique struggling to cushion the impact. By the time my body has finally skidded to a stop, blood spills out from my mouth in a thick cough. I can't move even if I wanted to, I can barely keep my eyes open.

Maybe that's for the best. I don't know if I could stand the sight of Satoru like that any longer.

The stranger lands on the ground in front of me, pulling out the thin katana, "For good measure," plunging it through the same spot in my center, pushing all the way until its end plants into the dirt behind me. I'm pinned to the wall, more blood forced up and out of my throat, trickling down my chin slowly.

He kneels down in front of me, but all I can see is Satoru. "Move," I beg. "Please. Move—" The attacker pulls my face to look back at him, the expression that has become tepid again, the lifeless eyes. Without another word—at least that my failing senses could make out—he lets my head drop, and carries on elsewhere.

I feel my breathing become blissfully slow.

Is this it?

The pounding in my ears fades out.

Is this how I die?

My vision becomes spotted with black, until nothing but darkness remains.

I'm sorry, Riko. Momoko.

There's so little to feel anymore.

I'm... I'm not strong. I never was.

∞

Someone is calling my name, but I'm submerged in darkness.

Again. And again.

Where am I?

What happened?

Then, an indescribably sharp pain pulls me to break the surface. I scream out as my eyes rip open. Nanami pushes my body back by the shoulders, as Mariko pulls out the remainder of the sword.

"Hold on, Kaede-chan," Shoko immediately presses her hands to the center of my chest. "I know it hurts, but I'm going to fix this up as fast as I can."

"Sa...."

"Don't try to speak yet."

There's a platform just behind them, one covered in streams of blood. I try to lift my hand, to point. Satoru's up there. Help him first. Please.

But Mariko pushes my hand back down, "Don't move, Kaede."

No, please. Someone save him. Please.

"Don't move," Mariko pushes my hand back down. She's begun to cry. "Can't you do anything about the pain, Ieri-chan?"

"I'm working as fast as I can. You're lucky, the sword barely missed her heart."

"I found him!"

Our heads all turn to the right, where Haibara is carrying an unconscious Suguru on his back. "He needs your help too, Shoko."

"Alright, set him down."

Suguru's beaten body is placed next to mine, his face covered in bruises and cuts, his uniform shredded and stained with red.

How much time has passed? All the fly heads are gone, every bit of blood dried.

"Satoru."

"He's probably gone after whoever did this to you," Mariko says.

I look back over to the platform. Can they not see him?

Then, I realize there's nothing there. His body was removed from where it once was. Our attacker must have taken it. Some sort of prize or another bounty he might finally claim. The disgusting thought causes hot tears to spill from the corners of my eyes. Low sputters come from my lips, and Mariko urges me once more to stop fretting. But I can't. He's gone.

Nothing means anything without him, I understand that entirely now. Why did I never tell him? Why did I let him die alone?

"How is Geto doing?" Shoko asks, hands still dutifully held at my chest. Her energy washes into me like warm water.

"He's got two pretty serious cuts across his chest," Haibara inspects, "Other than that, he seems alright."

"He's dead."

Haibara holds his palm beneath Suguru's nose, "No, he's breathing."

"Satoru," I waver. "He's dead."

[theboysfromaustin]

Dumb joke story that was referenced in another dumb joke story but actually gets pretty heartfelt.

Any excuse to have these two act dumb, just guys being dudes.

-----

June 2, 2004

They slept.

Ian's head rested sweetly on Kazuo's bare chest, one hand on his shoulder.  Kazuo had one arm around him, the other hanging off the bed.  Ian snored - he always snored, and drooled.  Kazuo was a much more poised sleeper.  Their relationship was very new, but they were already extremely comfortable with each other.

Kazuo sighed in his sleep.  He was safe.  Loved.  Ian cared deeply for him, and made sure he had everything he needed and wanted.  Ian groaned softly, stretching, joints creaking and popping.  He buried his face into Kazuo's chest.  Ian's gut rumbled loudly.

Ominously.

Ian winced, drawing his legs up a bit.  A sound like a sheet being ripped in half and a sputtering hiss exited him.  They were both awakened instantly, making eye contact.  The sound tapered off after 10 seconds, both men silent.  Kazuo broke the silence, 

“Did you just fart on my leg?”

“Nnnnnnyyyyesss?”

Kazuo started giggling, Ian snorting as he tried to maintain composure.  Kazuo shoved Ian's chest, “Oh god, you smell!” “Wallow in it!” They both started cackling like complete morons, at which point Kazuo fell off the bed.

“Ow.”

“You alright?”

Kazuo clawed his way up the side of the bed, then winced, “Oh god, it's nose level!” Ian flopped backwards, nearly pissing himself with laughter, then cried out, “Ack!” “Hoist by your own petard!” “Iesu Grist!” “The fuck did you eat, you Welsh monstrosity?!” “Roast duck?” Kazuo threw a pillow at him, “Bad, stanky lawyer man!” “....My gut hurts.”

“It should, it smells like something crawled in there and died!” He crawled back up onto the bed, gasping for air.  Ian giggled, unable to respond. Kazuo pounced on Ian, landing on his stomach, which he immediately regretted, “AAAAAHHHHH!” 

Ian was now crying with laughter, “This is revenge for your lactose intolerance!” Kazuo coughed, “It's amazing someone as sweet as you can produce something so grotesque!” Ian reached up, clasping Kazuo to his chest, mouth to his ear, “Embrace it.”

Kazuo snorted, laughing so hard he started drooling.  “Oh my god, we're gross.” “Disgusting.  Awful.” “I thought we gays were supposed to be delicate little flowers.” “I'm a wrecking ball, and you are…” Ian squeezed him tight, “A weirdo?” “Yeah.  You're weird, but you're my weirdo.” Ian grinned, staring at the ceiling fan, “I'm so glad I have you.”

“It was hard before, wasn't it?”

“Yeah.  Loneliness takes its toll,” Ian stroked Kazuo’s hair, “Wow, that’s, uh…lingering.” Instant giggles from Kazuo, “Oh god, we’re so immature.” “And we've only been together a week,” Ian rolled his eyes, “But it's nice to have someone to act like an idiot with.” “People haven't treated you right, have they?” 

“No….”

Ian's voice was soft, “We have that in common.” Kazuo stroked his face, “You need a soft touch,” he buried his face in Ian's neck.  Ian sighed, rubbing his back, “Kazuo…” “Yes, baby?” “I want to be with you forever.  Together, we can be…” “Perfect?  Loving?” Ian grinned.  Then, he clasped Kazuo tightly to his chest, “Smelly, beautiful lunatics.” Kazuo snuggled against Ian, “I could get used to that.” “Good, good,” Ian smiled, glancing at the clock, “Oh, it's after 3 AM.”

“Didn't ask for a wake-up call,” Kazuo smirked, pinching Ian's ass.  “That's not a safe move.” Instant giggles.  “You're the best.  I love you,” Kazuo kissed him deeply, “Everyone else should give up, I have the perfect man.  Does my perfect man have anything to say?” 

“My arse is a ticking time bomb.”

Kazuo had no response, just started vibrating with silent laughter, Ian tried not to laugh, knowing it would only set him off.  Kazuo rolled off him, “Alright, go destroy your office, or downstairs, hell, go outside and make the neighbors regret living here.” Ian bolted up, taking off, Kazuo chuckling.

Holy shit, they were weird, but they were in love, so that didn't matter.

[tunashei]

First impressions of Animorphs!

I'm listening to the Animorphs series while I work, through Animorphs Aloud - a fan made reading of the series. Here are my first impressions/random thoughts about them! Spoilers below if you haven't read them.

Book 3: The Encounter

Tobias perspective! My fav guy. I guess because he's a perma-bird that means no new animal perspectives though. That's been a favourite part of mine, having them describe what a new morph feels like. It will be nice having some questions I pondered over book 2 answered though!

Ok the hawk opening a combination locker isn't suspicious enough you're going to have Rachel in elephant-morph on LIVE TV?? You guys are supposed to be undercover. Why was an elephant needed??

Getting a bit tired of the daily argument about if they should do the dangerous thing.

'There was a sickening crunch as her knees changed direction' GAH AGAIN. This is gonna keep happening. Wolves do not have backward knees!

Ok the difficult morph back when they're on the cusp on the time limit is nightmare fuel. Being stuck as an animal forever could suck, but as a half human half wolf monstrosity? aaaa

As someone who'd rather be a crow than a human, I surprisingly really feel for Tobias when he laments never having hands or human traits again. Very emotional.

I wonder if as time goes on the hawk mind would take over Tobias's human mind, till he ended up as a regular hawk.

The urge to be with this female hawk brings conjures some uncomfortable questions

Holy shit attempted bird-suicide. Actually felt some fondness for Marco for saving Tobias here.

The fish plan is *terrible*. How are you going to get out the water tank? How do you know there's not a big filter that's going to chop you up? And fish live in one of the most predatory environments you could get swallowed whole in a flash.

Yup. Fish plan didn't even work.

HOLY SHIT BIRD WITH A GUN BUT REAL? I love this. It's so absurd but amazing. Kind of want to draw it.

It is kind of funny that when they were trying to come up with a plan they dismissed destroying the ship, only to then destroy the ship.

I get how the Yeerks will clean up the ship parts, but how do they disguise the GIANT CRATER?

Rip female hawk :(

[dabistits]

12 and/or 18, but say someone besides Spinner or Rei cuz I already love them

the unpopular character that you actually like and why more people should like them

you've made this hard for me by excluding those two... rei is one of those characters who is "unpopular" as in, ime, actually disliked rather than just ignored, and the target of a lot of unfair assessments by virtue of being an abused spouse; spinner is a character who is "unpopular" as in ignored, which is also puzzling because he's one of the few characters who actually sustains an emotional arc throughout the last half of the series, which is gay enough that people would go crazy over if he was drawn to be conventionally attractive. if he wasn't off-limits i would put in a strong argument for spinner... u_u

i don't think there are other, more important characters whose popularity are disproportionate to their screentime/role in the story, and i don't really like most random side characters anymore (rip dabistits jirou fan 2017-2019). imo bnha is one of those stories where you have more characters who are disproportionately popular for doing nothing than characters who are disproportionately unpopular (because 80% of the cast does nothing fr). but okay. in order to not be a copout i will still answer:

himiko. HEAR ME OUT, yes, she gets a lot of merch and made a strong showing early on the series. (take the following with a grain of salt because i only interact with 5 people in the fandom,) but i think himiko has recently been less favored in comparison to the other villains. dabi has a lot of haters but also diehard fans, and i think even normie bnha readers have come around to tomura. himiko hasn't really kept up with the growth of that diehard fanbase or general popularity, despite originally being one of the "villain trio." her motives aren't given the same depth as other characters, and there's usually very little focus on her as her own character. maybe people like her as part of the lov, as the "little sister," or worse as part of a ship with some adult, but rarely for herself. she's one of the few fleshed out female characters in the series, and people don't even take advantage of that.

it's absolutely criminal that the fandom has been sleeping on...

there's so many possibilities the fandom sleeps on but lets just say spinaraki. i think it deserves to have people making genuinely unhinged posts about them and moodboards and quotes about walking with your lover into hell or whatever. there should be amvs set to i'll follow you into the dark by death cab for cutie. there should be artists devoted to them and fixating on just This One Ship. the amount of canon backing they have is unreal but everyone would rather draw two cute guys who canonically hate each other or something.

[pathologicalantiethicaldreamgirl]

Chapter 1: The beginning

Taylor's POV

My mom had always said a man looks best when he's wearing a suit and I don't think I had fully understood that phrase until that moment. Matty had been at some photoshoot earlier and was too lazy to go home and change. Although not too lazy to get some wine to Jack's studio all the way down Brooklyn. Same wine we were drinking straight from the bottle. Margaret and Jack shared one, and he and I shared another.

My eyes were fixated on his mouth while he was drinking, and I could feel his eyes at the time that he handed me the bottle when I mimicked his actions. Jack was mumbling something at the piano, hitting the Do as if he could get a song from it. Maybe he'd do it. A part of me wanted to join him but the other was being drawn to the guy with the messy hair, and surprisingly enough, I caught myself daydreaming about running my fingers through his hair drawing an imaginary line from his neck to the ink in his arms. I only came back to reality when I heard him coughing, and by the look in his eyes, I wondered if he had read my mind.

-I think I need to grab a bite so the wine doesn't get to my head-

His words seemed to be directed to me, or at least I was the only one paying attention to them, because Jack's mind had already created a world with his short melody and Margaret was dragged into it.

-Come here, if you are lucky enough, the cleaning lady might have already done the shopping, and if not, I think I can get you some toast...-

I headed into the kitchen without looking back as if I was to become a pile of salt. We entered the kitchen and I opened one of the cupboards. Just pop tarts to eat and a bag with two top slices of bread. I cracked a smile when I heard Matty's frustrated groans.

-Of course, I had to come to the flat of the worst Jewish in the city-

I took the pop-tarts and ripped them open, -I actually like the cinnamon-, I replied.

He was smirking. There was no need to look at him for me to know it. I put them in a toaster and I wondered if I should take another package for the lovebirds to have. Lost in that train of thought, I didn't realize the moment he got behind me sniffing the air.

-Surely the cinnamon doesn't smell half bad.-

I could swear his voice was lower than usual.

-Should we get them out before they get too crunchy?" His arm brushed my skin as he reached for the pastry.-

I tilted my head to see his eyes and soon I was trapped between both of his arms. I actually don't know if this thing is going to kill me.

-I'm not used to this level of processed sugar.

-Yeah, god forbid you to put anything synthetic into your organism.

-Oh, I've done that. -

His laugh made me wince. He broke the pop tart in two and took one half to my mouth. "Blow", he said. I obeyed and took a bite. I like the flavor of cinnamon but I knew the warm feeling inside of me wasn't related to it.

He took the other half of the pop tart to his mouth without letting me go and all I could do was turn my body to face him.

-How could you lie to me? Is this what you people wanted to do when you got free from the motherland?-

-Oh I'm sorry we don't have fish and chips for you.And what’s that synthetic thing you’ve put inside of you? Nevermind I don’t wanna hear it, you’re gross. -

-Nothing harder than drugs-

And there we had the laugh again. But this time I felt him and I swore something was going to happen until I heard the voices.

Phoebe danced into the room holding the guy with the funny accent whose name I can never remember because, for me, he will always be that character he played in that hulu series.

-Maggie told me you'd be here-. She said with a bright smile on her face, and Matty snorted. He was not holding me anymore, but he was really close to me, and I could see this guy's eyes taking notes in the distance.

- Don't let her hear you. She hates that nickname, or maybe she only hates it when someone other than Jack is saying it. Maybe it's their kink. Matty added

The expression of Phoebe's boyfriend slightly changed when he joked.

-Ok, but do you think it's a safe word for Jack to say if he feels that Margaret it's been too harsh on him?- Phoebe contributed

-I don't know. I wouldn't dismiss my boy so easily. Maybe Maggie is her pet name.- I was surprised by the words coming out of my mouth, but Matty always had that effect on me. Around him, I was always more careless. Freer.

-How come you came to my house uninvited to discuss my sex life? - Jack’s voice pretended to sound offended but in reality, he seemed unaffected by the comments.-but again the only one who gives me a little credit is Tay-Tay- we fist bumped.

-I also criticized your nation's taste in food.-Matty muttered, and that dude around Phoebe nodded. -Americans' taste buds have been really affected throughout the years.-

-Oh!, Paul is just sour because we have the best McDonald's - Phoebe said while hanging her arms around her boyfriend, but again Matty was the one who answered.

-I'll give you that. And some other good things too- And by the look on Jack's face and the heat on my cheeks I knew everyone in the room realized how I felt about Matty's statement.

It was evident that we were all feeling comfortable hanging around with each other, but I couldn’t help but feel a certain type of uneasiness around Phoebe’s boyfriend. And I don’t want to be misunderstood by saying this, it’s not that he wasn’t fun to be around, but I felt like he could expose this thing between Matty and I, whatever it was, I didn’t even know how to explain it myself. Jack and Margaret could pretend it wasn’t there, but how do you manage to hide it away from your boyfriend’s best friend? Did I need to worry about it at all? Was there really something to be exposed or judged between two old friends connecting again? We never truly became strangers, we barely lost touch, and it was somehow refreshing to be enjoying ourselves again. However,my relationship with Matty was everything except a random connection…