#sorry random thunks about this

[bending-sickle]

if i ever finish this i am so sorry for chapter 9 you guys jesus christ it’s a mess

[inked-out-trees]

Ok!

12 for Trevor

13

And I think 18

ok!!!! :)

sorry i rambled a lot so i'm readmoreing this LMAO

12. Character + Dialogue (Trevor)

“I’m putting up a sign. If your name is Annie Twilloil or Francis Beaumont, fuck off. Rabid cat inside. Or whatever.” Trevor waves a sleepy hand in the air. “Something something I’ll bite you.” (Chapter 2)

13. Talk about your growth from your first fic to now.

oh boy. it's been almost eight years. or maybe it has been eight years. you're sending me back to wattpad, buddy, i don't know if i can forgive that (fully joking).

i started writing my first real fic (for academic purposes we are talking about the first thing i posted, not all my elementary school flights of fancy) in junior high, mostly in spurts on the bus or back and forth on a shitty little usb drive that also carried my schoolwork. i'm pretty sure the main document was password protected and in a folder labeled something totally innocuous because i was thirteen and painfully embarrassed about writing supernatural fanfiction as though anyone else would ever use my memory stick, like, ever. flash forward to today where the writing folder on my laptop is 90% fic and i Do Not Care Anymore! but still with weird titles because that's just how these things go.

(but also shoutout to my first fic, which according to wattpad is still #939 in supernatural fic after alll these years. it's got a little medal next to it and everything. fuck yeah!)

when i read it i see a lot of things that mark a young writer - mostly characterisation issues, things that could be portrayed better, I hadn't gotten the hang of internal monologues yet so it's quite painfully objective (in comparison to my current taste and style). but, like, honestly? not bad. not bad at all. full respect to thirteen-year-old me for sticking through and writing, like, a full 50 thousand word thing without even realising it.

("alright, i did the math and, with various author's notes included because i wasn't going to put any more effort into this than what wattpad gave me, our wordcount for this fic was... 52,385. my third longest fic to date" -from a conversation with a friend a couple months ago, timestamp almost 2am. moral of the story: wattpad give us word counts please)

ANYWAY. aside from the, you know, wattpad stuff, what propelled me forward on that particular fic was both the existence of a full story in my head (and then some. rest in peace to the abandoned sequel) and some pretty cool folks to share it with. not stopping - and, indeed, writing more spn stuff before finally metamorphasis-ing into a theatre kid - was prompted through friends. so. friends are the reason for everything. another reason for everything was my move from wattpad to ao3, which happened somewhere in my move from junior high to high school (very symbolic i know) and subsequently allowed for such things as: greater audience! a comment section! sophistication! all the cool kids use ao3!

and, like, even ao3 era onwards. from 2016's newsies works to now there's like. improvement in plotting and planning! character voice and internal monologue! fun with structure! music! all these funky fresh things that i'm always so excited to work with. i don't even really have words to describe it anymore i just think it's fun as hell. it's just like. i will keep writing and i will keep getting better and these things are perpetual. and in several years with even more work under my belt i will be able to look back at what i've been doing the past couple years and do the exact same thing.

but all my love remains to the password-protected word docs that hold those supernatural fics from an earlier time. some of them saw the light of day and some of them straight up did not. all of them are still in my heart.

18. Share a line from a fic you'll never finish.

("cornley time travel au: is significantly better written, stronger interpersonal relationships, i actually know what i'm doing / supernatural OC apocalypse fic: written when my hubris knew no limits, has demons in the story. oh and em-dashes. i only started using em-dashes in like 2017" -same conversation as above)

remember how i wrote a sequel (threequel) to the lookout mmnis? i was also fully prepared to write a sequel to flat pack attack. rest in peace to flat pack attack: homeworld which will probably never see the light of day. the idea was good and a kid can dream

SAMPSON: You ever heard of… (reading from a page) a tailsman?

DELTA: Is it a talisman you mean?

Sampson squints at the page.

SAMPSON: No, this says tails. Like a monkey.

He sticks a hand near the base of his chair and does a tail approximation.

oh and secondary shoutout to another abandoned newsies au that drew on my experiences with high school theatre tech, aptly named welcome to hell - its namesake was something like:

He catches a glimpse of the whiteboard once again before he leaves. Someone, probably Jack again, has wiped out most of the letters in HOTEL CALIFORNIA - now it just reads WELCOME TO H EL L.

[steddieas-shegoes]

assistant to the dm, steve harrington

for @steddielovemonth prompt 'secretly studying nerd shit' rated t | 1,361 words | cw: mild language | tags: friends to lovers, getting together, d&d references (could be inaccurate since i don't actually play), banter that's also flirting

🐉🐉🐉🐉🐉🐉🐉🐉🐉🐉🐉🐉

"I just don't understand why you needed to borrow my character sheets. You don't even know what most of this means," Dustin said as he handed over the papers.

"I just need to see something," Steve replied, taking the papers and adding it to his mess of a kitchen table. Other character sheets were strewn all over, most filled out, but some empty. A couple of books were open on random pages, recognizable images of weapons and monsters visible to anyone who walked by.

"Why does it look like you're studying for a college degree in D&D?" Dustin asked.

Steve looked up at him, eyes blank, mouth in a straight line. "Because I finally got accepted to Indiana State. Go away."

"Fine! I want those sheets back though!" Dustin said as he left Steve to his studying.

Hours must have passed, the light outside turning to dusk before Steve thought to take a break. His head hurt, his vision was blurry, and he didn't feel any closer to understanding a god damn thing.

He thunked his head against the table, letting out pained groan as his head throbbed.

"Are you looking for something or have you decided to finally play with us?" Eddie's voice said directly behind him, making him nearly fall out of his seat. "Shit, sorry. Thought you heard me come in."

Eddie's hands were on Steve's arms, squeezing, centering.

Like he knew exactly what he needed to lose the slight hint of remaining panic left in his chest.

"I was just trying to figure out if there actual dragons in this game or if that was also made up," Steve said, sitting back and putting distance between them. He couldn't breathe when Eddie was touching him, which was often. He was starting to worry about oxygen deprivation to his brain. "Disappointed to find out the dungeons part seems like it's up to the DM."

"The whole thing is pretty made up, Stevie. That's the point," Eddie smirked, but it fell away when Steve turned back to the messy table. "Are you, like, wanting to play?"

And this is why he wanted to keep it a secret. Maybe he shouldn't have had everything spread out in the open like this, but he'd assumed he was safe in his own home. With the door locked. And with Eddie supposedly playing the Hideout tonight.

He looked back at Eddie. "Why are you here?"

"Dustin said something about you not answering the phone after he left hours ago and you seemed pissed off or something," Eddie shrugged. "Just wanted to check on you."

"The phone? It didn't ring." Steve didn't think so anyway. He had admittedly tuned his surroundings out entirely once Dustin was gone. "But it's Tuesday."

"Uh huh. It is Tuesday. How long have you been sitting at this table?"

"Ha. Funny." Steve rolled his eyes. "You play the Hideout Tuesdays. Tuesdays are for Corroded Coffin, Wednesdays are for dinner with Wayne, and Thursdays are Hellfire."

Eddie blinked at him. "Yes, usually that's true. But, wait. Sorry. You have my schedule memorized?"

"I mean, some of it, yeah. The parts where I know you won't be nearby or easily reached."

Steve knew it was ridiculous, but how the hell could he make sure he was safe if he didn't even know what Eddie was doing?

Eddie looked like he wanted to say something else about it, but must have changed his mind. He pulled out the chair next to Steve, turned it towards him, and sat down.

"So you've been studying this stuff for..." Eddie leaned in, eyebrows raised in silent question.

"I dunno. A few weeks. I didn't have most of the sheets until a couple days ago though," Steve gestured towards the papers spread out. "I still don't really get it."

"You've been studying for weeks? Stevie, why didn't you just ask me or any of the kids to help explain it?" Eddie almost sounded hurt. "I've been playing for half my life! And I've been a DM for half of that!"

Truthfully, Steve was trying to learn so he could have conversations with Eddie about the stuff he liked. That was basically lesson number one on how to get someone to like you, and Steve had already tried the music thing and failed.

He just wasn't that into the echo of loud guitars and angry drums.

He couldn't exactly ask Eddie to teach him everything and then turn around and try to use what he taught him to flirt with him. That was lame and embarrassing.

"Steve?" Eddie had his hand on Steve's leg, leaning in further towards Steve. He must've been trying to get Steve's attention while he was lost in thought. "I'm kidding. I mean, I wish you'd said something sooner, but if this is how you get into it, I'm not gonna stop you."

"I just wanted to surprise you."

Steve could hear how pitiful that sounded, could hear the whine in his voice that he wasn't able to pull his plan off. As if Eddie would even care! Eddie was the most easygoing, laidback, chaotic person he'd ever met. He would just be happy to have someone else in his little club.

"Surprise me? For what?"

He was also incredibly slow when it came to feelings.

"Because I want to spend more time with you! Because I like you! Because I want you to like me!" Steve tried not to sound frustrated, but his headache was turning into a real problem, and he was tired, and sick of hiding things. Robin told him to just be honest, so he was. "I wanted to surprise you the next time Hellfire was here and have all this knowledge, but it's hard! I don't even know how you keep up with most of this, let alone all the characters? There's like...at least 800 options for how to use weapons and spells. I can't even remember half the races or classes or whatever. I don't even know if those are the same thing. And I keep getting distracted thinking about how you look when you stand at the end of the table and do one of those stupid accents."

"Are they stupid if they're this distracting?" Eddie was smirking, suddenly more confident than Steve had maybe ever seen him.

"They are stupid. That's why it's distracting. And I'm stupid for letting it get to me!" Steve leaned forward, put his head on Eddie's shoulder. The angle wasn't the best, but he didn't care. "You get to me so bad, Munson."

"You're kinda easy to get to, Harrington." Eddie's lips briefly pressed against the side of Steve's head. "Been waiting for you to catch up."

"What do you mean?" Steve pulled away. "I've been trying to get you to realize for months!"

"You came to one show at the Hideout. I think Robin's been to more shows and she's a lesbian."

"She told you?!"

"Steve, she spilled every secret she's ever had when she kept me company in the hospital. I think I know things you don't even know."

Steve let his head fall down against Eddie's shoulder again. "I should've known you were teaming up."

"I wouldn't call it that. She just wanted to look out for us," Eddie's hand cupped the back of Steve's head. "So what did you learn?"

"Probably nothing useful."

"Well, it's easier to be an active learner. I could use an assistant on Thursday if you want some hands on experience," Eddie's fingers scratched at Steve's scalp, melting his brain and making him feel like he was completely weightless. "If you just wanna watch, that can be arranged too."

"You don't let people watch," Steve mumbled against his shoulder, his weight sagging against Eddie.

"I think I can bend my own rule for my boyfriend, right?" Steve could feel Eddie's heartbeat quickening beneath his ear.

His face felt warm as he realized what Eddie was implying. "Only if your boyfriend can sit next to you."

"I think that can be arranged."

"Oh, and I'd like to trap Dustin's character."

Eddie snorted, kissed Steve's head again. "That can be arranged, too."

[adventuringblind]

Stash

Oscar Piastri x Autistic Reader

Genre: hurt/comfort

Summary: Oscar confronts his lovers' weird habits for food storing.

Warnings: talks of eating disorders and past abuse

Notes: based on personal experience. My therapist says she's glad that I have an outlet. Apparently, writing myself into scenarios like this is healing. Who would've ever thunk it??

Masterlist

Oscar was prepared for a great many things when his girlfriend moved in with him. Things they had already talked about extensively. Like how she has her own routine that she follows, even if it doesn't feel like it. Or how she has sleeps on top of the duvet instead of under it.

Things that seem very minor to him. Apparently, other people have said it's weird, and she felt the need to warn him about her habits before moving in. She likes to communicate like that. Another thing he loves about her.

What he was not expecting was to find food stashed away in the most random places.

He didn't confront her about it at first. Maybe this is just a way she feels safe or a reminder to herself to eat something when she sees it. But then he started getting concerned when he wasn't seeing her eat at home.

She followed him around to races and could eat at restaurants, given she was with safe people who didn't tease her for being so plain. She ate snacks when she felt the need.

While she was out one day, he asked Lando over. The Brit was mildly confused as to why he was helping search the depths of the flat for food.

"You litterally have stocked cupboards."

"It's not for me! My girlfriend is stashing food around the house, and I'm trying to see if there is a pattern and maybe figure out why."

"Have you considered asking?"

"Not after she joked about her relationship with food."

Lando, who knows very well how hard eating can be sometimes, comes to the realization that there may be more to this then just sensory issues. Insecurity and scrutiny are hard things to deal with. He wouldn't be shocked if that's the reason she has foods she loves in places Oscar wouldn't find them.

Eventually they do find a pattern. It's not about where they are hidden, it's about what is hidden. It feels as if a child thought they were going to get in trouble for not asking to eat first. It's saddening to Oscar that his lover doesn't feel she can just eat normally around him.

"Do you know if she grew up doing this?"

"No clue."

~~~~~

When she got home that night, she found Oscar setting the table for dinner. Which is already odd considering they don't eat at the table. She hates eating at the table. It feels like she's being judged while she eats and makes her unable to think clearly.

But she would suffer through it. Why? because Oscar has made her comfort food, and it would be a crime not to eat with him after he did such a thing.

"What's all this for?" She asks while setting her things down.

"Well, I know you hate the dinner table, but we need to talk about something, and I thought comfort food and dim lighting might help the anxiety."

She takes her seat and thanks him for the gesture. The pit in her stomach aching with the thought of what he may want to talk about.

"So, your food stashing habits...."

Oh. Oh no. She'd been found out. She is going to get lectured just like she did at home. The one thing she was trying to desperately to avoid.

She drops her head in shame. "I'm so sorry."

"You didn't do anything wrong, alright?" I just need to know why and if I can help. You're not eating full meals when we're home and the food your hiding makes me think your self-conscious. I just want you to feel safe here, with me."

She sighs. The female knew she would have to confront this eventually. It's not that she doesn't feel safe eating here, it's that these are learned habits that she has yet to unlearn.

"My parents would often get upset when I didn't eat what they made. It's not that I was being ungrateful, I just couldn't keep it in my mouth without gagging. Textures and things."

Oscar hums as he listens. He knows textures are hard for her. Food, clothing, even certain blankets are hard for her to feel.

"My parents were also always talking about my eating habits. So, to avoid being scrutinized, I would hide food in my room to eat when nobody was around."

Oscar is a soft person. Easygoing, quiet, and according to Lando, boring. In this moment he is none of those things. He feels for his lover that she doesn't feel safe eating at home because of her parents.

Thus enters a time of Oscar warming her up to eating in the house. Not just small things, real meals and snacks and simply whenever she's hungry.

It's definitely a slow process. Oscar still finds food in strange places occasionally, but he leaves it and reminds her that it's okay to put her food in the cabinet.

He never makes a mention of what she's eating. Even if he's just curious. He never talks about it.

Eventually, she starts putting her food in the cupboard. conversations about food become a little easier and doesn't send her into a flurry of insecurity.

Every little step counts, and Oscar is proud of her for every single one she takes.

[craziechwiv]

Who's scarier, Ren or Nora?

Yang: It's gotta be Nora Rubes.

Ruby: Nuh, uh! It's Ren, silent but deadly trope?

Yang: That's a biased opinion and you know it!

Ruby: Just because we have one of those on our team doesn't mean it's biased! It's common knowledge!

Yang: Oh my- wait is that Jaune? Let's go ask him.

Ruby: Yea, then you'll see how wrong you are!

Yang: Keep dreaming lil sis.

Jaune is walking until he is suddenly pushed against a wall and pinned, he was gonna shake his aggressors off him till he realizes who they were.

Jaune: Uhm...whatever I did was probably a dare!

Ruby: Not what we're here for Jaune, we need to settle something and you're our prime source for the answer!

Jaune, looking at Yang: That would be...?

Yang: Who's more scarier, Ren or Nora?

Jaune: Oh, well let me go first.

Yang and Ruby let go of Jaune as he stretches out his limbs before leaning back on the wall.

Jaune: Okay, to answer this I need something more than who's scarier. Give me a scenario.

Yang: When we're on missions! Have you seen Nora mess up those Grimms last time? I'm pretty sure some we're running away from her actually.

Ruby: So? Ren is also quite lethal too! One minute he's firing precise shots at them and the next he's cutting them up like sushi!

Jaune: Well, I have to side with Yang here. Nora is more gruesome than Ren there.

Yang: HA!

Ruby: Aw...

Jaune: However...Ren is still more scary in general.

Yang: What?! How?

Ruby: :O

Jaune: Only for one incident...

Yang: And what might that be?

Ruby: Yeah tell us!

Jaune: Well...

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Nora is skipping along the hallways of beacon before being stopped by someone

Random student: Hey you're Nora, right? Fancy work you did with that weapon of yours!

Nora: Oh, thanks! You're too kind.

R.S.: Say, how's about we hang out from time to time? I'd like to spar with you.

Nora: Oh no thanks, I already have a sparring partner and I'm on the track to meet him actually-

The random student then grabs Nora's hand by surprise.

R.S.: Well, how about we go to my dorm then~?

Nora: Wait- what?! I don't really, uh...

R.S.: Aw cmon, we'll have lots of- *thunk, thunk*

The random student feels something metallic behind his head and freezes in place, not wanting to turn around and see what it may be.

Ren: She said, she doesn't want to.

Nora: Renny?

R.S.: Easy bro...it was just a suggestion.

Ren: Then me disposing of your life is an answer.

R.S.: You- You won't get away with this!

Ren: I can if you can't recognize me.

R.S.: Why you...

The random student tries to take a swing at Ren, only swinging at air before he feels a sharp object on the back of his neck, barely pricking its way through his skin layer.

Ren: When I count to ten, you'll run. 1...

The random student was already running down the hallways, not looking back at all. Ren then turns towards Nora.

Ren: Uhm...sorry about that?

Nora, who's flustered and looking at Ren in a whole new light: D-Don't worry about it Renny...how about we skip training actually?

Ren: Are you sure?

Nora: I'd let pancakes burn in a fire right now just to be in a bed with you right now!

Ren: O-Oh....okay, lead the- WOAH!

Ren is picked up by the muscle shortie and carried all the way to their dorm room, leaving a bewildered Jaune Arc who was watching the whole scenario from the corner.

Jaune...what the fu-

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Yang:

Ruby:

Jaune: So yeah. Ren is way scarier...when it comes to Nora. Which is a lot.

Yang: That was...not what I was expecting...

Ruby: That is...super hot~.

Yang: RUBY! That is the last time you read one of Blake's book.

[genshin-scenarios]

caught! - maid!heizou x reader

Summary: you’re a regular citizen (in a vague royalty-historical AU) who’s recently hired a maid! Heizou is charismatic and dependable, but one day you come home, discovering his real motives and occupation. 

Wordcount: 1.4k+

Adopt a Wanderer: Digital Store / Red String of Fate Prompt List

If it wasn’t for you moving from a small village to Inazuma city, you never would’ve been able to justify hiring a maid. 

You aren’t someone who can afford this in the long-term, after all. But you have to admit that having Heizou’s help with unpacking, settling down, and maintaining the house while you start at your new workplace has been a godsend. 

Most days, you’d be lucky if you returned home with any energy left at all. Heizou would always leave dinner on the table for you after he finishes his shift. He’s been nothing but kind and patient as you peppered him with questions about groceries and how to navigate around, along with your awkward first-meeting where your home was empty save for a few boxes and zero furniture.

All in all, you’re extremely grateful. And now that you’re starting to get used to city-life, it was about time to consider when to end Heizou’s freelance contract; you’d love to keep him around, but your future plans require some savings. As such, today you bought takeout from what you learned is Heizou’s favourite restaurant, hoping to treat him to a better meal by the end of his term. Perhaps you could stay friends after that, but you didn’t want to get ahead of yourself:

“Heizou? I’m back.” You push open the door with your foot, arms occupied with takeout boxes and other belongings. “I brought…”

You’d normally return to a greeting and Heizou busying about, but there’s no-one in sight right now. 

Odd. Maybe he left to throw something out. There’s a sinking feeling in your stomach as you realise he might have left early after finishing his work, since you didn’t tell him about your plans aside from a simple ‘there’s no need to cook today’.

Setting down the food on the dining table, you step around quietly to check the other rooms. The longer you wander in the silence, the more random scenarios fly through your head with burglars or some other incident. There’s one door left—the storage room—but when it swings open with a loud thunk against the wall, you’re dumbfounded at the sight of Heizou changing, halfway through taking off a shirt.

“I—I’m so sorry!” You squeak and immediately slam the door close, dashing away. 

You’ve seen Heizou dressed in casualwear before, but you don’t think he’s ever worn that particular top. It was dark in colour, almost like a uniform for a different job, with a golden crest that…

Heizou exits the storage room, ears dusted with a slight pink as he coughs into his fist. “Master, you’re back early!” He tries to smile, but the ribbon on his maid dress is a little crooked and he looks out of breath. “Is that ramen I smell? I can’t mistake it—you brought back dinner from the tonkotsu place I recommended!”

“Heizou…” Your brow furrows in an effort to remember what he was wearing seconds ago. “Why did you change back into your uniform? It looks like you finished all the chores already.”

“Whaaat? No… I haven’t dusted the windows today!” He steps forward to lead you back to the kitchen, throwing a glance back at the storage room where he’s forgotten to turn off the lights. “I’ll just tidy up before catching up with you—”

“That was a Tenryou Commission crest, wasn’t it?” You finally make the connection, remembering it from when you visited their office earlier in the day. But why would Heizou…

Heizou’s smile strains. “I… suppose it is.” You can tell he’s making a bajillion calculations in his head; a stressed version of the Heizou who’d ramble to you about mysteries and theories. “I can explain.”

“You don’t have to if you can’t.” You raise your palms. “I won’t question what a Tenryou officer is doing.” In your house, though? You highly doubt Heizou would need a side job. Horror washes over you, realising that you might’ve been a subject of investigation. “I’m not in trouble, am I? I swear that anything I might’ve complained about isn’t—”

“It’s not that, but you can’t tell anyone I’m an officer!” Heizou’s grip on your shoulders pulls you back to reality. Seeing his panic, you’re struck by the reminder that secret-officer or not, he’s still the Heizou you’ve known in the past two months. “I’m not exactly here on official business.”

“You can’t tell me you were just considering changing jobs.”

“Not at all—but I’m part of the investigation team and there’s a case that I can’t solve using regular means.” Heizou surmises. “Head Kujou might wring me out for going independent, but I’ve been making progress and I really need to maintain my cover as your maid.”

You maintain eye contact, and it’s awful how Heizou’s desperate expression is enough to disarm you.

“Is there anything I need to know before I agree?” Your shoulders sag, but Heizou lights up at the hints of agreement in your attitude. “No one’s going to get hurt, right?”

“No innocent bystanders, nor you.” He promises easily. Aside from his current maid dress, you can easily imagine Heizou in the Tenryou Headquarters solving crimes. No wonder he’s always had a confident charm. “If you were ever at risk, I’d leave your hair without a trace.”

You notice the pattern in his speech. “But what about yourself?”

“Huh?”

“Are you likely to get hurt?” You frown. And for a moment, Heizou’s capable aura wavers, freezing as he tries to come up with an answer. 

“I’m quite adept in combat, so there’s no need to worry.” His grin is a little less practised now. “It’s part of my job.”

Instead of giving him a direct yes however, you purse your lips and continue into the living room, starting to unpack the food. 

“I’ll overlook your lack of personal-concern if you’ll eat with me.” You say. You’re not close enough to Heizou to start giving him a speech, but he reads your effort to connect and his mouth tugs into a small, gentle smile. 

“How can I refuse my Master?” Heizou gets the cutlery, putting a kettle on the stove to boil tea as he sets the table up quickly. “Let me plate the dishes before they get cold. I’m still being paid for this, after all.”

“Where did you learn to do all this?” You tilt your head curiously. “I didn’t suspect you at all.”

Heizou makes a guilty hum. “I just did regular cleaning like I would at home. I believe the only reason you didn’t notice my blunders was because you were too stressed yourself.” He sets the bowl of premium ramen before you. But surprises you by picking up chopsticks and raising a mouthful of noodles to your lips. “Say aaah.”

You back away in embarrassment. “This isn’t part of—”

“The food is getting cold, Master~”

Helpless against his teasing, you sigh and lean in to let Heizou feed you. When he continues this for another few minutes, you finally reach your limit and demand that he eats with you, earning you a laugh that finally sounds like his usual self.

“Thank you.” Heizou says, calling you by your real name. You feel like a sort of barrier has been lowered with that simple act. “I won’t burden you with my work, so if anything happens I’ll send an actual maid to replace me, however long you need.”

“Would it be childish to say I’d only want you?” You admit, catching Heizou off-guard. “I was actually thinking that I’ll need to end our contract soon, since I can’t afford maids long-term. But I was considering extending it just because the house might feel empty.” And if earlier is anything to go by, you definitely aren’t used to coming back to an empty home anymore. 

“Well… In that case…” Heizou holds his chin. “Part of the reason I’m here is because your location is good for keeping tabs. Maybe we can figure something out.”

Roommates? “I don’t know, what if we get too used to it?” You joke, taking Heizou’s outstretched hand and shaking on it. “Housemates it is, until you fulfil your job for the greater good.”

“Do you think my work is so noble?” He muses. 

Maybe not his work, but certainly him.

“You simply remind me of the heroic type.” You say lightly. “Stopping criminals even with a broom, or while you’re mopping the floor.”

Weeks later, you find out (ironically,) that your statement couldn’t ring more true.

[lttl3babybug]

Do you have any Sir Pen little hcs?:D pease n thnks… is ok if no tho!!

I do!! I have oh so many thunk’s about Sir Pentious in general, Sorry this took so long :(

Regressor!Sir Pentious headcanons!

🐍 Pentious doesnt regress all thar often but when he does it’s either to a toddler or a teenager!

🐍No exact age but he knows it’s that area of headspace

🐍Usually regresses after he’s been working for too long and he’s all sleepy but too tired to move

🐍He’s very clingy, you think he’s clingy while big? You’re about to experience a whole new level of clinginess

🐍Very hesitant to trust anyone with his regression at first

🐍He barely knows what’s happening to himself so why would you??

🐍Relies on his egg boiz a lot cause they can carry random nicknacks through the hotel without it looking too suspicious

🐍He has a paci, it’s a little awkward to use cause of his fangs but he manages

🐍Mainly regresses when he’s tired so he’s a little cranky

🐍Despite knowing he’s absolutely exhausted he will not go to sleep

🐍No matter how much you cuddle and soothe him he will fight to stay awake

🐍(It never works)

🐍He’s out in seconds the moment his heater is turned on and he’s got a blankie

🐍Once he’s got a better understanding what is happening to him he opens up about it!

🐍He’s willing to come out of his room to find you while regressed or to get himself snacks

🐍He’s one of the sweetest little toddlers ever

🐍An absolute menace of a teen however (but I’ll get onto that in a sec)

🐍He’ll slither around the hotel clutching his blankie and sucking on his thumb

🐍He loves being near you, holding your hand and snuggling is a must

🐍He gets oh so anxious without you there

🐍Teen pentious however? Absolute menace

🐍You can always tell he’s in teen space because you’ll catch him making some absolutely disgusting looking sandwich or some strange food

🐍He’ll brush you off and mutter a ‘whatever’ while rolling his eyes

🐍This is mainly when he stays up until ungodly hours in the morning

🐍You have to like physically drag him to bed, scolding him the whole time about how it’s unhealthy for him to be getting so few hours sleep

🐍Very moody teen because of this, he hissed a lot at people round the hotel

🐍Course you force him to apologise, weather it’s sincere or not is up for debate

🐍Mainly hangs around Angel and Cherri while in teenspace cause they’re cool (a bad influence)

🐍He’ll act all moody and hissy with you but deep down he really appreciates that you’re willing to take care of him in this headspace

🐍He often feels like a burden while regressed, feeling very needy and clingy is not something he ever thought he’d let anyone see

🐍He’ll show his appreciation in anyway he thinks sees fit

🐍Letters, drawings, generally just spending time with you

🐍He loves you

[little-bumblebeeee]

Hey, can I request Jason Dean X transmasc reader, where they were away(on the like a trip or smth) and were on T, and when they came back JD didn't realise how deep their voice was now and was surprised?

SORRY IF IT DOESN'T MAKE SENSE😭

GOD sorry this took so long, life has been kicking my ass and I really wanted to get this right :/

JD x transmasc reader

Warnings: no use of y/n, reader's appearance isn't described, cursing (I think "holy shit" appears like, once?), fluff!, reader is insecure about "passing" and their look and voice but dw happy ending

You were scurrying around your small apartment, cleaning like it's what keeps you alive but you need to distract yourself. Jason hadn't been home in a while, his dad had dragged him along for a fishing trip when it was clear that Jason was going to hate every single bit of it, especially the fact that he had to spend time with his father. You know you should be ready to comfort him, but you're worried. Your voice is different, you look different. And he doesn't know that. He's not one for phone calls, mostly texting or sending you random pictures of things. So he doesn't know how different you are now, even just over the course of a week and a half. You jolt as you hear the keys in the door, then the creak letting you know he's here. Your mind is running at a million miles per hour, your heart going even faster. You know he's exhausted by the heavy thunk of him dropping his shoes at the door, usually he just sets them down quietly and neatly.

You didn't dare speak, just keeping your back turned as you wipe down the kitchen counters, trying to keep your breathing steady. You don't know why you're so panicked, you know he loves you.. but at the same time, what if he doesn't? You can't get that ugly thought out of your mind, your brain whirring with the "What if's?". What if he doesn't like you? What if he thinks you look weird, sound weird, smell weird?

"Hellooo? I've been calling out to you since I walked in the door." Jason says as he walks into the kitchen, quickly noticing something you hadn't. You weren't even wiping down the counters, just blue screening while holding the cloth against the counter. He comes up behind you and wraps his slim arms around your waist, putting his head on your shoulders."You doing okay there, handsome?" He murmurs into the shell of your ear as his fingers toy with the hem of your shirt. You gulp. You don't want to respond, and even if you did you couldn't. And just yesterday you were so happy with the change, excited to show him the deeper tone of your voice. But it feels like your words are caught in your throat. But you force them up anyways.

"'M alright." You mumble, trying to keep your voice low. You can feel Jason jump back slightly, and even if you don't see it you know he's doing that thing with his head that he always does when he's surprised, shaking it with wide eyes and parted lips. But when you turn you see a smile appearing on his strawberry tinted lips.

"Holy shit! You.. woah." He says, and you sigh slightly out of frustration. Is he happy or surprised, you really can't tell. "You sound... woah. How the hell did I miss that!? You sound amazing!" Jason continues with a dumb smile, fully turning you around so he can get a good look at you. You're not even that different, you hardly even feel like you "pass" (no matter how much Jason says that doesn't matter as long as you feel good, it gnaws at you).

"I'm not even that different." You say, but you feel your confidence returning in the same way you felt when someone first called you "Sir", or when you didn't get scammed when you needed your car fixed. Maybe this will all be okay after all.

"No, I'm serious. I was only gone for a week and you're practically a whole new person! God, how did I even land you?" He says. You just listen to him talk about how much he loves you, every inch of you. Every pore, every hair, every old childhood scar or even new ones.

"You sure you're even the same person?" He asks, smiling wide and kissing you all over your face as you wrinkle your nose and try to pull back, but Jason is determined to make up for lost time. "Come on, I'll make you some food." He says with the sweetest and most reassuring smile you've ever seen on him. You don't know why you were even scared anymore, all forgotten by the look in his eyes, pure love. You don't remember the last time somebody looked at you like that.

"I'll help." You say softly.

[mylittlesecrethaven]

I'm Dumb For Just Now Noticing This: Ruggie

This is just gonna go over how the event uniforms look similar to the dorm uniforms. Nothing fancy. I may get shit wrong. (Also, the events are going to be major events, not birthdays and cooking stuff. Sorry. (Also, I'm only doing events that work with the dorm uniforms, if that makes sense. So some events may be ommited)) (I will be doing overblot forms for overblotters)

Our lovely reference. We're gonna focus hard on the boots and scarf, with some stuff about his glove thrown in there. The diamond pattern's kinda important I guess. Also the color scheme, as always.

The main things for Ruggie are his boots, his little scarf thingy, and the bracelets. You can obviously see the parallels for the boots and scarf, but I'm only bringing up the bracelets because of Ruggie's glove. That could be random, but I like to see it as a parallel.

Do I even need to try? Besides the color, he's still got semi-boots, he's got a hyena on his hat, hyena spots on his scarf (another scarf for Ruggie), and he's literally got a hyena on his shirt with "Hungry" on it. The Outdoor Wear is amazing because the design choices are very obvious.

Another scarf. Who woulda thunk? The colors match, too. And he's got boots again. Oh, and a glove. He's also got a coin purse around his neck, which fits Ruggie amazingly character-wise. I can't tell much else besides that. There could be something on the choice of the Eastern outfit, but I'm not well versed in clothing from any part of the world.

(Another main reason I'm doing these posts) He doesn't have a scarf in this one. Interesting. Still has boots though. He's also still got gloves. The coloring matches as well, as always. I did try looking around to see what kind of outfit Ruggie actually has on, but I couldn't find anything, so if somebody knows, please let me know. But besides that, can't really see much else. (I guess he has that diamond patter that's also on his dorm uniform)

I was really hoping to find something on Ruggie's masquerade outfit, but I seriously have no idea what he's wearing. He looks like a jester, but I really don't want to assume.

[asmogorna]

Sorry to send another ask so soon (and idk if someones asked this already) but if you have any headcanons for Jon I'd love to hear them!

OK SO im really sorry it took me THIS long to get to this i quite literally.. forgot i had smth in my inbox woopsies. the reason i remembered is cause mootie posted some Spine hcs and i was like "woah"

alsooo im not good at putting my thoughts onto "paper" especially in english so you will have to excuse me

anywho my jon headcanons some sad some random /ref

First of all i think that his relationship with Peter Walter I would be far from close. he would be seen as the type of child who's both "too much mess to take care of" and "strong enough to take care of himself" if that makes sense. Peter did love him as his creation but would openly admit that he's not his proudest one, meanwhile Jon wouldn't feel much connection at all. he sympathized with his creator but only in a way he would with any other human being, there was more gratitude than love

Jon struggles with constant malfunctions and his mechanisms are a mess (partially because he gets himself in trouble all the time), so at one point Peter would get tired of fixing him so frequently, and tell him that he can just "walk some things off". That thought stuck to the bot and he would think of all of his malfunctions as slight inconveniences, i mean, he can still perform so why pay attention to the constant neck pain or powering up struggles ? it just became a habit and he kind of forgot that things like that shouldn't be ignored

After a long while when Peter Walter VI grew up enough to start learning more about how automatons work, Jon would be used as a "lab rat" (not really but its just what he himself called it) for young VI to practice fixing mechanisms. thats pretty much when he heard "Wait this cant be right" about his messed up physical state for the first time in a long while. little Peter didnt get to fix all of the things that were wrong with Jon's body, but he did manage to take care of some of them, which almost surprised Jon with how nice it felt to not hear pieces of broken gears rattle in his head every time he moved (who wouldve thunk)

ok now to more lighthearted stuff !!

Jon actually has a very strong bond with Sam ! He loves watching the mustached man work and sometimes follows him around, just enjoying his company. At first Sam thought that the tone-gold automaton was creepy and uncanny, but grew attached to him and his stupidity (/lh). i also think that Sam would be one of the few Walter workers who dont baby the Jon and actually treat him like they would treat any other robot :3

Also Jon just loves his robot family endlessly. shocker !! im not sure how explain it but i think hes the only one to look at other Walter automatons and go "bro i love them so much" at all times. in his head at least. obviously he teases them and argues with them but he wont think twice before accepting a hug from his siblings (except for Upgrade theyre rivals /j)

Speaking of Upgrade !! They feel the most sibling-ish to me (aside from Rabbit & The Spine) because they constantly poke fun at each other yet they still are willing to give each other help and comfort when needed. She once had to carry him all the way back to the Walter manor because they forgot to take some extra cans of crystal pepsi

Also Upgrade got in an accident once which caused her to have a fractured face for a couple of days, and Jon was there the entire time to comfort her and constantly tell her that shes still very pretty

Unlike with other robots, the food that Jon eats doesnt just fall through his uncovered jaw/run into his boiler or anything like this, instead it just. disappears. once he closes his mouth the food just vanishes into the unknown, yet Jon claims that he enjoys the process of "eating" (nobody knows how it works)

LITTLE GIRLS THAT GO TO SPG SHOWS LOVE HIM !! once the band finishes performing, he constantly gets pulled away by a small giggling pink-ish blob to join their tea party or hula hooping contest. thats why he has quite a knowledge on "girly" themes and educates other automatons on the matter

THATS IT FOR NOW TY FOR READING :3

[sommerregenjuniluft]

@jegulus-microfic september 10 - pottery - 1430words - M

cw: explicit language, mention of sex

and welcome to part 2 of lune generating random dates for the jegulus microfic prompts she hasn't done yet

“Alright guys, my co-instructor just texted me he’ll be another 20 minutes so we’re gonna start without him,” their pottery instructor tells them. Mary, she seems about Pandora’s and Regulus’ age, early twenties, with warm brown skin and a head of beautiful dark curls. 

Pandora sighs dreamily as she levitates down onto her stool. Regulus snorts. 

“So,” Mary goes on with a bright grin, “First we’re gonna want to get real nice and cozy with our station. We’re gonna get dirty regardless and we’ll wanna have a firm grip on our clay so spread your legs and get right in there.”

She explains the first few steps, throwing the clay and that they shouldn’t mind if their chunk isn’t exactly in the middle since that’s what the next step, centering, is for.

Regulus flinches when Pandora slams her clay down on her bat with a thunk and then rolls his eyes fondly when she gives it a wet slap of her palm, smiling deviously.

Regulus follows similarly and then wets his clay, like instructed.

He’s been coning and flattening, reshaping and centering his piece for a good dozen minutes now. Splattered with wet clay—his apron looks worse than Pandora’s somehow even though her cone nearly threw her off her stool several times (nothing a little close proximity help from lovely Mary couldn’t fix, smelling of apples and cinnamon, according to Pandora’s excited giggles) and if the way the skin of his forehead stretches when it pulls into a scowl every few minutes is any indication there’s a few dried blotches on his face as well.

Half of the attendees are already done centering their piece perfectly, talking in gentle tones and mixing with the lofi music in the background. And it should be soothing and enjoyable and an overall pleasant experience if it wasn’t for the fact that Regulus might explode in the next 5 to 15 seconds if he doesn’t get his stubborn piece of fucking clay to—

Of course, because the universe hates Regulus, that’s when there’s the sound of the bell jingling above the front door of the shop and what might be the most attractive man Regulus has ever seen walking in.

Smiling breathlessly, pulling off his snow covered beanie and unzipping his jacket with fervor.

Regulus is going to have a meltdown.

“Finally, James,” Mary says from right next to him and Regulus startles.

“Sorry, sorry,” the most attractive man Regulus might’ve ever seen, James apparently, winces. He quickly strips the rest of the way—he’s wearing a sinfully tight long sleeve with an obscenely wide cut neck, revealing collarbones Regulus wants to get his mouth on in no less than 40 different ways—then snatches the other apron hanging behind the counter.

His light jeans are low on his hips as he rounds the stations with ease, coming closer to where Mary stands, behind Regulus, and still sporting that lopsided, gorgeous grin of his Regulus can feel himself losing multiple brain cells every second because of.

James gives his co-instructor a quick side hug, which she uses to sucker punch him in the stomach, presumably for being late.

James only huffs a laugh as she whisks away.

Then, horrifyingly, looks right down at Regulus and just– keeps grinning.

Regulus has no idea what his hands are doing right now. The bat might not even be spinning anymore. Maybe it is. If he has to reshape his clay again he is going to throw a temper tan—

“Hi, there,” James says warmly. To Regulus.

Regulus swallows. “Hello.”

James, the most attractive man Regulus might’ve ever seen and apparently, now, pottery instructor, nods his chin at Regulus’ station, “Need any help?”

Regulus blinks.

Feels his face fall into a scowl, “What is that supposed to mean?”

James’ grin adopts a playful edge which Regulus doesn’t find funny at all. And then he opens his mouth again, “That it looks like you could use some help.”

Regulus decides that James can take his stupidly gorgeous face and slutty top and fit body elsewhere because he does not appreciate the arrogance. How did this man become a pottery instructor?

“No thank you,” Regulus snaps and promptly turns his back.

And James– immediately just leans down over him, eloping him in warmth that smells equal parts chilly outside air, spicy rich cologne and then something that must be just James. “That’s not really the point of taking pottery lessons though, is it? Doing it alone.”

Regulus’ body is so tense all over he fears he might combust. “I’ll gladly wait for Mary then.”

James tuts, “Of course not, she’s way too busy and I only got here, didn’t I?”

Regulus opens his mouth to retort but James cuts him off again, ducking even closer, “Besides, I think you might already be my favourite student.”

Regulus feels the flush rise into his cheeks, “Why would I?”

James shrugs, “Just a feeling.”

“The feeling is very much not mutual.”

“Let me change your mind then.”

When Regulus looks back James is closer than expected and he has to blink him back into focus.

When he doesn’t say anything for too long apparently James eyebrows rise prompting behind his gold-rimmed glasses.

“Fine,” Regulus sighs explosively and turns back to his clay.

He can hear the shit-eating grin in James voice when he says right against the shell of Regulus’ ear, “So polite.”

Regulus nearly collapses on the spot.

Then follows an excruciating 10 minutes of James adjusting his body into prime position to mould the clay to his will.

He steadies his waist and effortlessly nudges Regulus’ stool even closer to his station, spreading his legs ridiculously wide. Then takes Regulus’ elbow and guides it into his hip, showing him how he’s able to use his full body weight then. 

Once Regulus has the stance James starts guiding his hands. With his own hands. With his own much bigger and stronger hands.

Shows him where to press with the heels of his palms, when to add more water for the consistency to be smooth and buttery.

Once Regulus gets the hang of it it works wonders on his work ethic, though he could do without his half hard length digging into his abdomen.

James keeps checking on him every so often when they move into forming their piece, always ducking low and recurring touches and mumbling praise when he gets it. It makes Regulus go insane between the urge to pull the half formed bowl off his station and smash it into James’ stupid face and sink to his knees and suck him off on the spot.

When he’s done Regulus gives his piece a last slow swirl on his bat to scan for any uneven spots on his bowl, chest swelling with pride and the corners of his lips lifting when he finds none.

When James sees he grins and winks at him from across the room. He helps Regulus get his piece off the bat unscathed and then brings it into the adjacent room for him. 

Pandora finishes her wobbly bowl a few minutes later and beams when Mary gives her an approving nod and a cheeky smile.

More and more people start trickling out after cleaning their stations and calling their thanks and goodbyes until suddenly Regulus finds himself alone with James in the big room.

Small sponge in hand as James switches the light off in the front of the shop.

Regulus blinks, eyes wandering to the wardrobe but sure enough Pandora’s jacket still hangs right next to his coat on the rack.

Then there’s a crash and a loud moan from the room where the drying pieces go and when Regulus looks over James is already smiling smugly.

He closes the distance slowly and Regulus sets down the sponge and wipes his damp hands on his apron.

“Listen,” James rumbles, setting his hands loosely on Regulus’ hips slow enough so he could pull away, “I’d love to take you out on a date first but this is kind of getting me going.”

Smirking when, as if on cue, there’s another debauched noise from the other room.

Regulus rolls his eyes. “Oh, you’re actually insufferable, aren’t you?”

James’ grin widens and he wiggles his eyebrows, “Only one way to find out.”

Regulus hums, setting his palms against James’ torso, “Yeah, I’m known for making bad decisions.”

James laughs like he didn’t just insult him. “There’s a small office behind the door next to the counter.”

“Couch?”

“Desk.”

“Let’s hope your cock matches the ego then.”

James barks a laugh and kisses him.

[stereax]

I seek your wisdom, o wise one.

Exactly how screwed are the sharks, the flames, and the oilers?

You can't see me but I am RUBBING MY HANDS IN DELIGHT at this ask. Nothing I love more than talking about why teams suck. As always, meet you under the cut! 💜

(Also, sorry this took so long! Had to make a presentation on the Chinese Super League for sports diplomacy and it siphoned my will to live.)

Do I have you? Great! Okay. Let's go one by one.

CALGARY FLAMES: CANDLE IN THE WIND

I, for one, never got the hype behind the Flames. Every pundit in the entire NHL was saying "Oh, the Flames are going to have a massive bounceback year, last year was a down year for everyone!" And now look at them. 3-7-1 to start the season with a mere 7 points in 11 games.

Spoiler alert: Trading your best forward in points production to literal Satan for a single corn chip is not going to help you be competitive. Who'd'a thunk it?

In addition, there seems to be a major coaching problem. On theory, this team should be solid. Maybe not top of the league good, but solid enough to make a wildcard spot at least. But you watch the systems at play and they just don't work with the players. For instance, Huberdeau is an east-west player being forced to play a north-south system. He can't do what he does best, make plays, because the current north-south system simply won't allow it. Firing Sutter was supposed to fix this locker room. It only seems to have made the problems worse. Christ, Zadorov is apologizing to the fans because they're playing that shittily.

How screwed are they? Probably a solid 8/10. Markstrom seems to have bounced back, but the team in front of him has not, tanking his save percentage because the defense simply cannot defend. We're being treated to a classic Huberdeau and Kadri Disappearing Act (2-4-6 and -12; 1-4-5 and -12). Mangiapane and Andersson have both gotten suspensions already for no god damn reason. All extension talks (Lindholm and Hanifin chief among them) have been suspended. It's chillingly possible this team will have to sell big at the deadline to get any value out of their expiring UFAs - and then what? You've got a few good pieces (Cary, Sharangovich, Wolf) that can lead your retool, but you've also got anchor weights in massively underperforming contracts, like the aforementioned Huberdeau's, that come with no-move clauses and are just such bad deals that even if those clauses were waived, who'd take them?

EDMONTON OILERS: BULLS ON PARADE

I think if you told anyone in July that the Edmonton Oilers were going to start their season 2-7-1 in 10 games, you would be laughed out the door. And yet.

I do have to preface this by saying yes, McDavid was out for several games, and when you're without the best player in the NHL, it gets tougher to win games. But fuck, man. The Devils are now down BOTH their top six centers for the foreseeable future and yet they're still managing to win games. You know why? DEPTH SCORING. Something that the Oilers have not had since seemingly the 80s. If your game plan revolves so strongly around one guy, chances are you'll be fucked anyway if that guy goes down.

Also, Campbell cannot stop a beach ball in net. Skinner isn't much better. How much of this is the defense and how much is just the goalies sucking? Unclear, but it is NOT a good sign. Although the Oilers mostly work under "outscore your opponent before they outscore you", you want to be able to make SOME timely saves. Neither tendy is giving any hope recently.

And all this can ultimately be traced back to Ken Holland fucking this team over with contracts. Nurse did not deserve that much. Kane is questionable at best. Campbell? Christ. And then you have no cap room to sign actually decent bottom sixers and then wonder why they're getting shelled. Why is Sam Gagner, a random legacy Oiler on a league minimum contract, on your second line? Make it make sense!

The thing is - you CAN win if you have a few guys getting paid the big bucks. Just look at Vegas for an example of that. You CAN'T win if you have a few guys getting paid the big bucks and almost no depth beyond your top line where you stack McDavid and Draisaitl to try to get SOMETHING going. You can't doubleshift those two across the entire lineup. I know, it sucks.

SAN JOSE SHARKS: COLD WATER

How screwed are they? I'll give them a 6/10. We're seeing the "or bust" part of "cup or bust". Can they turn it around? They have McJesus. Anything is POSSIBLE when you have McJesus. But it's not looking pretty, at all. I bet they end up in the wildcard hunt, or close to it. Just enough to maybe make the playoffs but too exhausted to do anything else.

Remember, Draisaitl's contract is up after 24-25. McDavid, 25-26. Will they want to stay in this garbage fire? If one, or God forbid both, ask to be traded, this team better channel the early 2010s and tank hard.

And now we reach the ultimate lolcow. These guys STINK. 0-10-1 in 11 games. .045 points percentage. The only point they managed to get was because Blackwood stood on his motherfucking HEAD in game 2.

But then you have contracts like Hertl, Vlasic, and Couture, which you can't move and which will weigh down the franchise for years while it tries to rebuild. What are you going to do with them? How will you get rid of them?

What's the problem? More to the point: What isn't??? There's zero star power on the entire roster. The defense doesn't know how to defend and the offense can't score against a Shooter Tutor, much less an actual NHL goalie. The goalies... they're trying! I think! Give them credit. And Quinn's trying, maybe, to coach? But when do you kick his ass to the curb too, just to try to put some life back into that lineup? That is the world's deadliest team. It's like hockey is a punishment to them!

FanDuel is running bets on when they will finally win their first regular season game. That's how ass they are. I wish I were kidding.

On top of all this, the locker room seems like it's going up in flames. Remember the Nucks' 10-1 beating of the Sharks? Kahkonen, the Sharks' tendy, got injured after the sixth goal, when Kuzmenko ran into him. Kuzmenko and the Canucks made sure Kahkonen was alright and that it wasn't a major injury. The Sharks? They just went back to the bench!

This unironically is probably the worst team in my lifetime, and maybe for decades before I was born too. They're just so BAD. There's no redeeming reason to watch Sharks games at all except to laugh at the Sharks as they get 10 goals dumped on them.

How screwed are they? 10/10*. I'm sorry, but fucking Zetterlund is leading your team in goals. ZETTERLUND. I cannot name ONE player on that roster who I would send to an All-Star Game. Maybe Blackwood, if he doesn't crumble into fucking dust first. And knowing how injury prone he is, he just might.

But this is a 10/10 with an asterisk. And here's why: * They WANT to be bad. The worse they do this year, the better their chances for Celebrini or whoever is the first overall. That's the idea of the Shark Tank. And if that's the goal, it's being executed perfectly.

There you go, anon! Hope this helps! If you have any more questions, feel free to drop into my inbox! 💜

[yanderelovlies]

Note: This is a modern setting.

Fandom(s): SWWSDJ

Character(s): Joseph

Au: Vampire

Part 1

Ever since that vampire incident months ago, you began to feel uneasy. It felt like you were constantly being watched and followed. Yet you couldn't find any proof that you were. So you stayed silent till they would reveal themselves, or at least you tried. Until one night.

As you lay in bed, trying ever so desperately to fall asleep. You let out a groan before opening your eyes again. "I wish whoever it was would either reveal themselves or leave. I'm tired of this suspense."

It was silent for a bit longer before you sighed. however, almost immediately, you heard rustling outside your window, making you sit up. You reach for the nearest object shaking slightly. Maybe you didn't want this after all.

The window open as a head pops inside. In panic, you throw the object, hitting the person head on.

You heard a thunk followed by a string of curses and hisses. "Damn doll! if I didn't know any better, you did that on purpose."

"J-Joe....?"

His head popped up again as piercing red eyes met yours. "Who else?" He pulled himself up and through your window. As his feet meet the floor, he rubs where the object hit "Damn that might leave a bruise.

You glared at him, bringing your blanket up to your chin. "What the hell are you doing here?! I thought you said this wasn't gonna be a normal thing!"

He turned to you, giving you one of his signature smirks. "I mean It's been a month since then. So I wouldn't call it a normal occurrence."

You glared hardened. "Get out."

His smile fell into a look of almost pleading. "Come on, doll. One more time... it's been so hard feeding lately..."

"You said something similar the last time you were here."

Joesph carefully walked closer to you, his pleading look more obvious. "Trust me, doll, I wouldn't be here if I had no choice."

.

With every step he took the more he desperately prayed to whoever was listening. He NEEDED to taste you again. Nothing tasted as good as you did, making him reject the usuals he went to.

You watched him wearily. He didn't like that. He didn't want you to be afraid of him, so he came to stop. "Why has been hard?"

He thought for a moment. Should he tell you? would it scare you away if he did? Or would you be more upset if he didn't? "I...."

He sighed as you raised an eyebrow. He knew he couldn't keep it from you, and he didn't want to. "Do promise to hear me out. All the way through?" You looked him up and down before nodding. He sat down on the floor a bit of a way from your bed. He didn't want you to feel pressured by what he was about to say.

He took a deep breath before his eyes met your own. "It's been hard to...feed because no one compares to you. My mate."

He never broke eye contact as he watched you trying to determine if you heard him right. "Mate?"

He felt a shiver go down his spine. "Yes. Someone we are bound to forever. Blood from others will never be my interest again."

"Is....is that why you've been following me?"

He gave you a guilty look as he rubbed the back of his neck. "I just wanted to make sure you were safe..."

You sighed, looking down. "This... This is a lot to take in Joe..."

"I know....I'm sorry."

You were silent for what felt like forever until you finally made eye contact. "I can't just... jump into something with you. This is the twilight, but I am willing to get to know you first." He perked up. It wasn't what he was hoping for, but he was willing to take whatever you would give him. "and since you have to be kept fed to be around, you can feed from me, but can we set dates instead of appearing at random?"

He nodded vigorously a smile on his face. He could feel relief and excitement wash over him. "Of course, doll! whatever your comfortable with."

You nodded before hesitantly lowering the blankets. You moved your shirt, allowing your neck and shoulder to be exposed to him. "M-make it quick..."

Joesph's narrowed at the pulse on your neck. He can't promise that. He wants to savor every second of it, but he will keep that to himself.

[theflagscene]

15 People, 15 Questions

I was tagged by @belladonna-and-the-sweetpeas and @visualtaehyun 💖

Sorry it took so long for me to do this lol.

1 - Are you named after anyone?

Nope, my nickname as a child was after my grandfather though, but my actual name my auntie picked for me because she said it matched my older sister’s name well, that we ‘sounded like sisters’ with those two names.

2 - When was the last time you cried?

Like half an hour ago, one of my cats passed away last night, so it’s been a crying type of day and night.

3 - Do you have kids?

No, my niece and nephew are the closest things I’ve ever had to children.

4 - What sports do you play/have you played?

I don’t play sports anymore, but when I was young I was quite sporty. I was on the travel co-ed soccer team, I also did shot put and gymnastics as well as played badminton and volleyball.

5 - Do you use sarcasm

Yes, and I’ve been told that apparently it’s defence mechanism. Who would’ve thunk it 🤷‍♀️

6 - What’s the first thing you notice about people?

Their height, their hair, their eyes, their hands/nails.

7 - What’s your eye colour?

Brown

8 - Scary movie or happy endings?

As a long time horror hound, scary movies all the way. I’ve been into the horror genre for as long as I can recall, although when it comes to my own writing, I tend to go for happy endings.

9 - Any talents?

Like, weird party trick talents? Cause I don’t have a gag reflex, which weirdly enough is a party trick. But only if I’m hanging out with lesbians or heterosexuals, gay guys are not impressed by someone not having a gag reflex lol!

10 - Where were you born?

Canada 🇨🇦

11 - What are your hobbies?

Currently, nothing really. I was recently diagnosed with anhedonia, which is a side effect of depression and other mental health issues. It causes a lack of joy and enthusiasm with life experiences in general, but also a lack of interest in your hobbies. But let’s pretend I’m not dealing with that atm, so my usual hobbies are/were video games, reading, crocheting, writing, nail art and makeup.

12 - Do you have any pets?

Yes, one dog and two cats.

13 - How tall are you?

Five foot, eight inches.

14 - What was your favourite subject in school?

History, english literature, biology.

15 - What is your dream job?

I’ve wanted to be a writer since I was a child, but I’m not actually sure if I want to turn something that I (typically) enjoy into work. I honestly don’t know what my dream job is, at this point any job would be good because of how insane the cost of living has gotten.

I’m not sure who has and hasn’t done this, so I’m just going to tag 15 random mutuals. By all means, you may ignore this ☺️ @mssecretplace @izayashu @usodeshou @jae-o15 @hypegirlglitzy @alienbi @sandrayy @bunnakit @jdotsodomite @quokka97 @kennyomegasweave @oh-goodness-loki @hearts-burden @brazilian-whalien52 @non-binarypal7

[mercymermaid]

oh boy shadows of agony was a wild wild ride

here’s my insanely long live reaction

warning: spoilers

OKAY SHADOWS OF AGONY

SAW THE COMMENTS

ONLY PNE COMMENT

BUT MARK CAMEOOO

APAPRENTLY

afton sweetie i think the guy is dead

oh! i see!

ykw won’t judge everyone needs a helping hand sometimes

oh a bomb

down goes freddy fazbear’s

YEAHHH MARK ‼️

someone get bonnie his sprinkles

what is he doing 💀

is he gonna sing some emo song about “wow look at what i’ve become goddamn i hate life ilove life” because that’s what this scene is looking like

IS HE SLICING OFF HIS OWN HANDS?

HUH

HELLO

AGONY YEAH VERY

oh yeah no explanation thanks

IS THAT NATEWANTSTOBATTLE 😱

BRO THEY GOT THE WHOLE GANG UP IN HEREEEE

YEAH NATEEEE

chew on that pizza hut

and then he drops it

foxy you dumb bitch where are you going

OH HE DID SLICE OFF HIS OWN HANDS

WTF 💀

WHY

GOOD LORD WHY

I WISH WE HAD THE EMO SONG INSTEAD

how are you gonna edit out the messy parts without hands

also that is not matpat’s voice hello

WAIT DID THEY LET BABY OUT

WOOHOOOO

YEAHHH BABY BOSS FIGHT

wait

hold on

hold on

so if

in the fnaf musical

which comes after this whole fucking mess

he has hands

whose hands is he using

WAIT.

im thinking too hard about this

he either stole the inspector’s hands and connected them to his own, so when he’s taken in for interrogation if anything, his fingerprints are different than the ones that killed the inspector

but he’s wearing gloves??

did he get prosthetics later on or did they just not plan ahead

did he get so emo he decided to take his own hands

good lord

oh that is not matpat’s voice 💀

“who left all this garbage in my office?” glitchtrap: 🧍

“two miserable monsters” kys glitchtrap

“what are you?!” funny that both times he’s yelled this phrase (og musical and agony) he’s being assaulted by a psycho rabbit

WHY IS GLITCHTRAP KILLING AFTON HELPPP

WHAT DID BRO DO TO YOU HE LITERALLY MADE YOU

“you’re not william afton”

huh

glitchtrap is your memory ass

or have we been trolled this entire fucking time

hollddddddd onnnnnnn

YEAH GO BABY

how is bro gonna use a chainsaw while lacking hands

HE’S SO FUCKING HILARIOUSLY PATHETIC HELPPPPPPPPPPP

this is why we don’t cut off our hands chat 🥰

the tech’s face of :O right before being whacked is golden

“he has too much to hide” so this IS william afton?

what if this is michael afton

and all this time michael just went “oh yeah killing people? family business, dream career”

but

elizabeth

she’s william’s niece

and called him william in web of lies

and everyone else calls him william afton

did william die and michael coincidentally looked enough like him to take his identity?

NO MORE CRYING ONLY CHAOS

GOOOO SWEETIEEEEE

the glowing eyes still have me gagged

are we sure we wanna do this ☝️🤓

im sorry im being mean

bring back non voiced-over scenes

bb being used as bait :(

YEAH GO LIZZIE

can’t wait to see the blooper reel for this tbh

oh sorry *lizzY

oh and then not-voiced-over?

pick a type random encounters please

vanny!

*vanne!

magic scissors and chair is crazy

INVISIBLE VANNYYYY

“everyone is my enemy” okay edgelord

okay so vanny does not like glitchtrap

who would’ve thunk it

“escaped?!? ?!?” web of lies: 👁️👄👁️

therapytrap

HELPPPP SHE’S SO GUILTY

OHHH

or she doesn’t remember a thing from web of lies somehow

the actor change doesn’t symbolize a new character bc she escaped through the window

so she’s quoting afton as a cute little callback orrrrr they both know lizzy let him escape (in that case vanny would be beating her ass nvm)

probably a callback

okay so i’m just dumb

yeah she regrets the entirety of web of lies

lizzy is an icon

YESS GIRLBOSS VANNY ILYYYYYYY

“not if i get into his head” YES EAT EAT EAT OUGHHHHJJJ YESSIRRRRR

or

is she manipulating lizzy

bc we all saw what happened in monster in your head

unless that was vanny being manipulated by glitchtrap and now she’s repaying the favor

why is this so fnaf lore core

what is he pondering so heavily about

she doesn’t even care that she killed eggs 😭 she’s here for her silly robots

i love how animated and expressive glitchtrap is

is this all a joke to you

icon

“fear is like a hammer. with a hammer and a couple nails, you can build an empire, or pry away the pieces that just won’t fit. the nails don’t know what they’re making, whether it’s good or bad, they only know the weight of the hammer.”

okay i hate to say it but that line ate

“i’m a results-oriented kind of guy” oh fuck off

a twisted bear monster

bear?

as in afton’s suit?

toxic grudge with the humans

bro who did what to you glitchtrap

glitch maybe you were entrapped bc your shitty therapy made things worse idk tho

NO VANNNYYYY

also SONGGG TIMEEEE

VAMMY GLOTCHTRAP DUETTTTT

OHHHH THIS SONG SLAPSSSS

BUNNY BOSS FIGJT

OUGHHHHHHJHH THIS SOMG GOES HARDDDDDD

NO VANNY

okay op

famous last words glitchtrap

NO

VANNY

DID HE JUST FUCKING KILL HER

ASSHOLE ASSHOLE ASSHOLE ASSHOLE

BTDKUGDIUOGEROHITEBNOL

lizzy get his ass please

DAMN

THAT IS NOT A FUN CLIFFHANGER

okay that’s an interesting installment

how do i feel about that

[beewithknee]

flood me like atlantic (2)

It was late, or technically early, when Aaron’s phone rang. He nearly ignored it before registering the caller.

“Asher? What’s up? You never call this late.” His voice was gruff and sleep-addled.

The line went silent.

“Hey.”

c.w - drug use

It was late, or technically early, when Aaron’s phone rang. He nearly ignored it before registering the caller.

“Asher? What’s up? You never call this late.” His voice was gruff and sleep-addled.

The line went silent.

“Hey.”

The blonde sat bolt-upright. “Where’s Asher? What happened? Who the fuck are you?” Panic raced through Aaron’s chest, worst-cases circling ominously.

The person on the other end sighed, “Uh, I'm really not meant to be doing this or you know… telling you. But to be fucking honest, I’m worried for Asher.”

Oh yes, that eased Aaron’s fears.

“What happened?” He gritted through clenched teeth. Voice hard. Eyes squinting as though to glare at them through the phone.

Illogical, yes. But Aaron wasn’t exactly thinking rationally.

Jay’s head thunked back against the brick wall behind them, eyebrows furrowed, “Okay. I’m Jay, I’m a dealer at the club. Look…” They trailed off into a sigh, rubbing at their eyes.

The cigarette between their fingers gave them at least a little courage.

Please don’t hate me for this, baby. They prayed to any God, and Asher himself, that he'd listen.

Aaron winced, “Go on. Please.”

“Baby… Sorry, Asher, he’s really fucked up. Slurring his words, being used by random people, type of fucked up. I’m a little worried about him and he won't accept my help. He trusts you, never shuts up about you actually.”

Jay laughed lightly, smiling at the lovesick grin Asher always sported when talking about his ‘ scary ass but so hot neighbour ’

“I know you’ve been out a couple of times and Asher likes you. Just…. please come. You don't have to speak to him again after this, I just can't do this, I’m sorry.” They admitted, eyes clouding with tears at their own failure.

Aaron was already out of bed and pulling on clothes by the time this “Jay” was done talking.

“What’s the address?” He huffed out, pointedly ignoring how his fingers shook while tying his shoes.

They recited it, while Aaron plugged it into his phone. “Give me 15 minutes. Keep Asher safe until then.”

A heavy breath was heard through the phone, “Yeah… Yeah, no, of course.” It sounded like they had broken out of deep thought and that didn't reassure Aaron.

“I’m serious. If he's not okay by the time I get there, I’m finding you next. Got it?”

It wasn’t often that Aaron flexed his ‘dom-voice’ as Ollie called it, but sometimes it worked just that extra bit. Jay stuttered an affirmative and hung up - presumably to go find the wandering drunk.

His shoelaces were deceptively hard to do up with trembling fingers. In all honesty, Aaron couldn’t have told you what clothes he put on. His eyes were unfocused, unseeing; mind entirely focused on the man who should’ve been home with him.

Home.

He craved to bring Asher home, to bring him somewhere warm and safe and out of harm’s reach. Somewhere Aaron could protect him and… and love him the way he deserved.

He loved Asher.

Oh.

Oh no.

This was bad.

Fuck.

Shaking that particular thought from his head, Aaron was out of his house and in his car quicker than he could ever remember.

The streets were a blur through his shiny tears as he raced against the clock to get to his… well whatever Asher was to him.

Aaron had never been religious, not since Elliott developed his disorder and he’d lost all stability in his life. Lost his brother. But that night… that night he prayed to a God he didn’t believe in, anything to keep his boy safe.

No… not his boy. The boy. Asher.

Anything to keep Asher safe.