#that was actually really fun pft

[ablog]

This is maybe for later cus I'm really bad at writing down ideas so I'm using Tumblr as a motivator (I got the idea from a dream I don't know why a lego show works with that a bit too much for me)

Got an idea for basically lmk × arcane (it started as a different idea but the consept just grow into a similar world and i rolled with it)

Sun wukong is like Heimerdinger, basically as the top of the council and sort of the head of the up city

Tang and nezha are in the council as well but I'm not sure what's their part in the story yet

Macaque and MK are in the under city and are kinda like Powder and Vi, but not really fully siblings vibe, more like twp close abandoned cats ( Macaque is on adge whenever anything related to the up city happenes) he's still immortal like swk and the two has history, one that ended badly

Pigsy is like vander, instead of a barman he's cooking and he don't like the situation at all but to keep the people living there safe (ish), he make sure nothing too extreme happens with the top city to make them come down there

The mayer is the head of the enforcers and he's the one doing business with pigsy (who's btw bulid more like Zhu Bajie here)

Sandy is a blacksmith in the under city and although it doesn't seem like that so much, Macaque is very close to him and feel safe in the workshop, he occasionally make little bulids but mostly like to watch sandy make stuff, there are a lot of weapons stored in there from the past but these days sandy mostly make moving statues of different things (and he has a lot of mechanical cats, their mechanisms are quite simple but their builds are very impressive)

For some reason I imagen him looking pretty much the same figure but different pants and added welding goggles

Mei is a high ranked guard that works close to the palace but occasionally leave for long missions

Lady bone demon is in the council and while looking mostly neural and pro the city, actually working behind the curtains to push her agendas, to weaken the city and to hold a revolution at some point, when the opportunity shows itself.

She doesn't believe in the current system that the world runs on and think the only way to fix it is to gain power so she could change and improve how's everything works, at some point after seeing a bit too much of the politics and the way humans around her prefer to take the easy way out, or the one that's more beneficial to them regardless of how it'll effect the less fortunate, she believes that the only way to make a real difference is to take the power by force and to make the changes necessary no matter the cost.

The demon bull family are nobleman's.

iron fang in the council, and she let red son to study the under city tech and he study with the great minds of their time.

His parents doesn't know it but occasionally he sneak to the under city for supply that's too hard to get from the other researchers that bring different devices to work with.

This is what i thought of so far, I also have the bigging of a story but I'll write that later :)

If you read all of that, you're awesome <3

[thearunadragon]

The process of learning about what the actual FUCK happened during the Agaetí Blödhren:

Eragon: I smell an ant

Orik: you fUCKING WHAT NOW?

[sysig]

If the rules are “Catch them all” ZEX already has a leg up (Patreon)

[coconut530]

Bump in the Night & Sleeptober & Nevertober Day 24: Wrong Way Home & Saturate & Garden

Kayne design by @little-the-rat :)

[thewritetofreespeech]

Can I please request Astarion with a flirty yet oblivious plus size Tav? In the way that they do flirt because it's fun and light like their companions/friends with benefits thing, but they think that their feelings are unrequited (because of some slight insecurity about their size) until Astarion is like I actually like you and Tav is like '???' (Idk if that makes sense lol) Thank you!

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“So, Astarion, what is your actual type?”

“My ‘type’,” Astarion repeated at Shadowheart’s question as they traveled, “is such a broad prevue. I can’t think to narrow it down to just a single collection of words.”

“That’s a unique way to say you’re a trollop.”

Tav snickered at Shadowhearts retort, getting a stern glare from Astarion. “What? It was funny?”

“Pft. And here I was going to say you, my dear, but if you’re going to be so incredibly cruel.”

“Aw shucks. Always a bridesmaid I suppose.”

During their journey together, Tav had grown very fond of Astarion. He was a little shit, but deep down he was very funny and undeniably charming (although not for the ways he tried to be). The two of you had picked up a friendly banter over your time together, sometimes even flirty, but only that. And Tav was fine with that. Well aware that a handsome rake like Astarion could have his pick of the litter, and they were just happy to be considered a friend.

Later that night, while everyone was finishing their day and slinking off to bed, Astarion came over to Tav by the fire to sit with them. “You know I really meant it earlier by the way.”

“Meant what?” Tav asked. Lost, by this point, on what he was talking about.

“That you’re my….‘type’.” He seemed loathed to use the word. Even scrunched his nose. Tav just laughed.

“Yeah. Right. I’m sure.”

“No, really, I mean it.” He insisted.

“Come on Astarion, the only way you’d be interested in me is because I’m a a keg instead of a flagon.” Tav gestured to themselves and their full frame. “I have ample blood to spare.”

Astarion frowned. “Yes, your blood is certainly a bonus, but that isn’t why I care for you.” He huffed and crossed his arms dramatically. “Honestly, why does everyone think I’m not being serious when I am?” Astarion asked with a bit of flabbergast. “Is it something about my expression?”

Tav looked more than a bit flabbergasted at his remark. They didn’t really think they liked them….that way. Friends sure. Allies, of course. But romantically? “You…really have feelings for me?”

“Ugh! What is it with you new generation and wanting to put a name to everything?” Astarion bemoaned. “Feelings. Type. Can’t we just enjoy this for whatever…this is? All I know is that out of all the people in this whole wicked world I would want to be stuck with, it’s you.”

“Gee, that’s the most romantic thing anyone has ever said to me.” Tav teased.

Astarion frowned again, but then leaned in close to Tav so all they could see was his piercing red eyes. “I could wax poems for you, if you’d prefer. How your eyes are the stars. How your curves are roads I would never get tired of roaming. How your ample bosom feels like a place to call home. All true, but you’re so much more to me than that.” He moved back to sit in his original spot. Wrapping his arms around his knees at his chest as he looked into the fire. “You’re the first person I’ve trusted in…well ever. You mean more to me than just your body. Though, again, that is certainly a bonus. I had hoped….you feel the same about me.”

Tav blushed, but then quickly gathered their voice and told him, “yes! Of course.”

Astarion seemed relieved. Then leaned over to give Tav a simple, sweet peck on the cheek. “Good. Now, get some sleep. We’ll probably have a completely eventful day tomorrow as well. You’ll need your beauty sleep. Not that you need it, of course. I’ll keep watch until the morning.”

Tav smiled, blushed again, and then went to their bed roll. Tentative in accepting Astarion’s confession & feelings, but hopeful it was all true. Perhaps, for once, they could really be the bride instead of the bridesmaid.

[astralnymphh]

𝐂𝐎𝐎𝐋 𝐊𝐈𝐃 𝐆𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐑! ★

content: prodigy!abby x nerdy!reader, childhood friends, university-based, fluff (for now), romance + tension (little bit angsty), drabble length but switching up the small caps (experimenting. heh), mainly jotting an idea, not a certified abby expert.

It was an absolute murder to discover that she could not fufill this one off her bucket list.

Fucking video gaming?

Exactamundo! Abby can outstand everybody in nearly anything, being everything from a virtuoso violinist, to a glorified part-time fisherman, and a damn gourmet chef as well. She paraded around the entire campus pursuing a name in every elective and Olympic hobby you could ever think of. Name it, chances are she's done it. Actually, more than done it, all things considered.

But video games? Guess the esteemed Abby Anderson had finally tumbled downhill and suffered defeat; looking you up out of all computer-smart people felt treasonous to her, but seemed high-priority to the eye of the beholder, the eyes in question even rolling. You don't need an in-person class course on fucking Skyrim. Look at the tutorials!

“So, how the hell do I shorten my speedrun times?”

None of it made a lick of sense. Well, the wanting to do speedruns part, you see the appeal in a medieval-inspired game. Speedrunning sucks the fun and the atmosphere out of a truly gorgeous game such as the forenamed. Yet, it's not like you haven't experimented in closed-world speedruns after immersing yourself in collecting all the achievements; Firewatch takes the cake.

But, still, coming to you—a forgotten, childhood friend whom she ghosted—makes no logical sense. Games are easy-peasy. Literal pieces of cake!

You scrunch your nose at the reclined blondie on your bed, confused. “Um, by watching a tutorial?” Almost laying back into a condescending tone, maybe even a little. “Did you even think to do that before knocking in the dead of night?” Her mordant, stick-up-the-ass kind does the same thing to you, so, you can gripe at that game all you desire.

“Hey,” she pouts, sounding out mock-offense. She scoots up from her prone position on the bed to face you—so proper. “Everything has more to it than what you see.” Sure, philosopher. “And there definitely is with video games. I keep losing. Besides, if I can't stomach skydiving or rock-climbing, then this is next on my list.”

“Pft—”

“What? You know I don't do heights.”

Oh, my god. “'You keep losing?'” Is she a prodigy at radical honesty?

Pond-blue eyes toss in a perfect, resentful circle. She scoffs, “Why do you think I came over here?” Complaining right hand flicking with attitude.

“I don't teach beginners.”

Your sarcasm flies not even an inch under her radar; it was always a retreat tactic back in highschool—when this imitative facade first hardened. “Oh, okay.” She bites you back with it too. But it never even occured to her that you might just be serving a tablespoon of teasery. Being old friends, having lonesome yearns, even stubborn prodigies can be painted in a rosy picture.

Still can see those young, faded freckles. Lovely ones.

“This was a mistake, wasn't it?” An unpleasant question. Drops from her lips almost wantonly.

It strains your chest cavity.

Is seeing her a mistake?

Not really. You hope not really. Once, there was a time where she was suddenly rude, dismissive and up every aspiring valedictorian's ass, but all paths lead back, you believe. Somewhere underneath that porcelain facade—and hot, rocking bod—is a clean crack in her over-achiever matrix; softness is bleeding out. You can see the beginning brooks of it like a kingly ichor. Possible smiles that aren't contemptuous.

What next, an apology?

“Can I at least.. say sorry, before going?”

Sorry—going? Fuck, you majorly zoned out. “What?” You loom in closer, throwing the one-brow raise. The proximity barely even occurs to you.

“For being a jerk, for blowing you off, ..” The list implies endlessness as her voice fades out. In a way, you expect her to pick up and continue. But, after the gestures and head-tilts, she pauses. Reinstates eye contact, pauses, and works her lips again. An awkward, prefacing breath skims. “And I guess, 'm also sorry for.. this?”

Before comprehension hits, it is too late. Darkly, a warmth brushes your cheek and a silence catches your lips, blocking your eyes out. It makes you feel blindsided, this short-lived kiss, one you suspend wide eyes for, tilt your neck for, accept without question. A strange deja vu rushes to your nape.

You shiver.

It even ends before you understand it, Abby pulling away with light-glossed eyes you swear are stones of aquamarine in disguise. She cracks; dints a smile in her cheek. Proud, anticipating. Having her this close made your inhales excessive; you needed all the air in the world to function right now. Deep breathing.

She smells like the outdoors.

Naturally.

“Good?” She has to reassure herself.

“Yeah,” you quickly spout, croak even. Wherever in the world your head is, it's not here. “Not really a prodigy at kissing, so..” And while it is somewhere, the remnants of her kiss are phantom. They have not stopped yet.

An amused chuckle greets in gusts across your lips, from your radical honesty, the moment itself, whatever. Crowns you the jokester anyways. “Guess we both have something to learn then.”

Wonder what future that comment entails.

[illubean]

hxh characters if reader asked them to paint their nails:3

Painting Their Nails

Characters: Gon Freecs, Killua Zoldyck, Kurapika Kurta, Leorio Paladiknight, Illumi Zoldyck, Chrollo Lucilfer Type: Fluff, Headcanons, gn!reader

I wasn't sure what characters you wanted so I'll just do it for everyone currently on my masterlist ^__^

Warnings: none

Gon Freecs

"Only if I get to paint yours!"

he doesn't mind you painting his nails, he actually thinks it's kind of fun

it would turn into a spa day!

he likes picking out your nail color and is 100% down to do facemasks too

if you use mud masks or homemade facemasks...oh boy

prepare to get messy

ANYWAYS back to the nails

he doesn't care what colors or designs you do, he just likes hanging out with you!

if you let him do your nails, he probably wouldn't be the best or neatest but its cute because he tried anyways!

Killua Zoldyck

he would fight yo on it tbh

painting each others nails? that's for girls!

after growing up the way he did, his mind can be a little stuck with traditional gender norms and standards

but if you have Alluka on your side? instant victory

he would let you guys paint his nails but not without complaining the entire time

when you guys are done he actually kind of likes it

if you guys offer to take it off after because of all his prior complaining he would snatch his hands away

"Pft, that would be a waste of time! It's already done anyways.."

Kurapika Kurta

good luck catching at a time he isn't busy

he's pretty indifferent about it actually

probably doesn't understand why you want to, but will let you if it makes you happy

his only request is you use dark colors

he prefers colors like burgundy, navy blue or black ("bLaCk IsNt A cOlOr" I KNOW THAT BUT FOR THE SAKE OF THIS IT IS)

he would leave the nail polish on until it starts chipping or you offer to redo it

Leorio Paladiknight

no

he fights you even harder on this than Killua

he wouldn't let you without some kind of incentive 😭

and that incentive would have to be cash or.. a favor

he wouldn't mind watching you do your nails though! he actually thinks it's kinda cute how you pay attention to those things

if you ask him for color suggestions he would tell you light blue without a second thought

Illumi Zoldyck

again, no

he doesn't even argue with you on this he just won't let you

you could probably convince him to let you give him a manicure but no color

how boring -__-

in his mind, he's an assassin and doesn't have time to worry about silly stuff like that

Chorollo Lucilfer

he'll let you if he honestly has nothing better to do

he would look down at a book in his lap while you work, reading and asking you to flip the page for him every so often

he actually really likes them if you do a design resembling his coat

he feels like a pretty princess think's it gives him an extra classy look

[glitch-karma]

Can I request another part of your "forgetful reader" headcanons you did but with Jouno, Fyodor, and Ranpo? Nikolai too if that's not too many characters, but dont worry about him if it is. Same prompt but with these characters

I was actually just thinking about my forgetful reader hc's the other day, Idk if other writers do this but I always go back and read my older stuff lmao

So here's part two, I had a bit of trouble figuring out what Nikolai would give his partner as a gift, so that isn't specified, I did add Chuuya and Sigma though

Cw: Degradation/name calling in Jouno's, Slightly spicy in Fyodor's, Kinda OOC Fyodor

Jouno

Low-key high-key an asshole

Don't get me wrong I'm in love with him,

But his love language is degradation (hot)

Jouno constantly is making fun of and being rude about how forgetful you are

If it seriously bothers you, he'll try his best to lay off as much as possible

Only because it's you though

He does get very irritated though

He got you a lovely set of earrings that resembled his a bit

They were honestly very nice and semi-expensive

You had always kept them in a tiny jewelry box on your nightstand

But after a rough day of trying to catch terrorists, you'd clumsily taken them off and fallen asleep

When you were getting ready for work the next morning, you realized they'd gone missing

In a panic, you tore apart your apparent in search of them

After a while, you heard a voice that made you wanna puke

"What's up with you huh? Why's my little troublemaker so frantic?"

Oh my lord no

"What are you talking about.?"

"Oh please, your heartbeat is a dead giveaway. Along with the shakiness in your voice. Can't hide from me y'know."

You shakily sighed as you admitted you'd lost the earrings

"Pft- are you kidding?"

He laughed slightly walking towards you

"How pathetic of you, losing a gift from your precious boyfriend?" He sighs in 'frustration'

"They were expensive too, do you even have a concept of money?" He laughs,

At this point, small drops of tears filled your eyes slowly as he kept poking fun at you

"Honestly how air-headed can you get? Tsk, should I be questioning this relationship?"

After a few seconds of silence, Jouno tensed as he heard your quiet whimpers.

He'd gone too far.

For a second, he didn't really know what to do

He sighed, bending down next to you and wrapping his arm around you.

"'m sorry." He mumbled lightly

You sniffled a bit, you looked up to see the concerned frown on his face, along with the softness that was rare for you to see in him

After a moment you sighed, leaning into his shoulder

"I'll get you a million more pairs if it means I don't have to hear you cry again. Truly."

He really was a good man, he just had some issues showing it.

But in the meantime, he'll let you teach him how to open up

I literally love him so much even if he's a dick head

Fyodor

He kinda just doesn't care-

I don't see him as the type to really mind stuff like that in a partner

But I don't really see him doing anything to help per se

He'll give you light reassurance if you're upset, but I don't see him doing too much more though

Surprisingly, he didn't buy you a country

He got you a necklace that was very clearly expensive, it had a key attached to it that was also made of some metal that did not look cheap, along with the small Diamonds and sapphires lacing the key (Real btw you tested it)

It was extravagantly expensive, and he made sure you knew that was less than you deserved (He couldn't find countries on the market)

Wow what a nice gift

Now where the hell did it go?

You, of course, retraced every step

Your apartment? Cleaned vigorously to search and find it

The cafe by your house? You paid every worker to search for it

The Doa office? A wreck

You were ass up on the floor looking under one of the couches when you heard a whistle behind you

When you tuned you saw the man you were scared to see

"Why might you be in such a comprehensive pose my paradox?"

You shakily sighed as you hit your head on the floor

Fyodor then quickly determined why you were on the floor by the necklace missing from your neck

He chuckled a bit as he walked towards you

He leaned down and picked you up, silencing you as he carried you to a basement you were unaware of

Before you could question, he pulled out the necklace, inserted the key into a large door, opening it to reveal a giant glorious room filled with all your favorite things, comfortable chairs, and a giant kitchen

As he set you down you started freaking out

"It's not quite done yet, I wasn't intending for you to lose it so fast. I'll get some help in here as well."

"You- This was all a plan for me?"

You yelled, running around and looking at everything

He chuckled as he grabbed you, leaning down and kissing your neck

"Жизнь моя,(1) you deserve this and more.."

He then threw you on the couch, hitting a button that shut all the doors and windows

"And tonight, I'll prove it to you."

Let's just say, you had trouble walking for awhile

(1) Жизнь моя, pronounced "Zhizn’ moya", means “my life” in Russian and is usually a term of endearment

Sigma

Oh my lord he is so understanding it's crazy

Although Sigma is the furthest thing from forgetful, his brain and schedule will always have room for stuff you need to remember

Got a doctor's appointment you forgot? He remembers and brings you to it

Forgot where you put something important? He knows where it is

Forgot to eat? He'll make you a meal himself

Forgot to meet up with a client? He'll meet them for you

Honestly, he gives you royalty treatment

He loves just giving you gifts in general, so he custom-made you an obsidian necklace that had a poker chip on it, The obsidian in his words was to represent how strong you are, and the poker chip was to remind you of him

It was one of the most thoughtful gifts ever

And you'd lost it

You debated just asking him at first,

But no. Too embarrassing

You'd worn it every day and now POOF

GONE?!

You didn't wanna worry your already busy partner with this

So you tore apart your half of the room before neatly searching through Sigma's half of the room

3 hours later and nothing.

For a second you debated throwing yourself off the sky casino

But then the click of your bedroom door was heard

"Oh my-"

You slowly looked up to see Sigma's confused face as he looked at your side of the room

For a while, he was silent in thought

"Are you.. redecorating-"

You groaned as you fell the rest of the way down on the floor

"I lost your necklace.. I didn't wanna ask you for help."

Sigma chuckles a bit as you look up at him

"That was actually my mistake"

Before you could ask, he walked over to his dresser and opened a small box, pulling it back out

"You'd accidentally left it in the bathroom"

Wow

The one place you didn't check

Definitely cuddles after though

Nikolai

He would not give zero shit's

He just loves you

He might make fun of you a bit, but he honestly just thinks you're adorable when you lose stuff

He asks Fyodor to buy you new things when you lose them rather than look for them-

He has such admiration and genuine interest in you that he gets you gifts tailored exactly to your interests

If you lose a gift from him, he honestly won't be mad

"Awe my Kindred Spirit,"

He grabs his cloak and reaches in, pulling out something even better

"Here does this make it better!?"

"Nikolai!"

He dances around the room with you to celebrate you being happy again

Ranpo

Oh he teases you, shame on you if you think he wouldn't

He gently teases you though, stopping if he gets even a slight hint it upsets you

Ranpo does have amazing patience though, there has never been a moment your forgetfulness has annoyed or bothered him once

He regularly gives you snacks as gifts, but he gave you a silly little necklace with a duck charm (Yes this is a Wan ref)

It was silly and cheap, but it was sweet

When you lost it you were crushed

You looked for it but could not find it

In the morning you went to the agency to try to search for it, but on your way there you actually met with Ranpo at a sweet store

"Hey there detective darlin'!"

He yelled as he ran out of the store

For internally freaked out a bit as he started excitedly telling you about the sale in the store

You chuckled nervously, making him immediately deduce what happened

"Ohhhhh, I see. You lost the Necklace!"

You kinda expected him to figure it out

He then chuckled as he walked over to a small quarter vending machine and pointed at the prizes

"Ya see! We can just keep playing till we get a new one!"

You two then had a small date of finding quarters and playing the Machine till you had a bag full of prizes, and a new duck necklace of course

Chuuya

Although Chuuya is a very understanding person, I can't deny this wouldn't slightly annoy him

He would never make fun of you for it, or make you feel bad though

He will always express that he's not mad at you and does his best to hide his slight frustration

He does understand though, I mean the man didn't remember the first 8 years of his life for years so

He is a little protective of you though. if anyone gave you shit for forgetting something he would a million percent throw hands

He leaves notes all over the house and your hands about important things, he will also text you to remind you about meals throughout the day

"Have you drank water"

"Ah, fuck-"

"Exactly"

Chuuya loves spending money on you

It's his favorite activity

You already have 20 custom-tailored outfits cause of his love for fashion,

But that doesn't mean he can't get you more tailored accessories

One of them was an anklet that had his and your initials in it, along with diamonds and your favorite stone

It was cute, although it was easily hidden by clothes, you wore it very often

You had on the perfect outfit to show it off that day, but when you opened up the cabinet you kept it in, it was gone.

Oh fuck

Panic ensues

The sheets were torn off your bed, and your closet full of clothes from him was searched from top to bottom

The bathroom was also searched along with Chuuya's half of the room

You sighed as you fixed the house, knowing Chuuya hates messes

You then reluctantly called him

"Hey, still at work but what's up doll?"

The softness in his voice made you tear up a bit in guilt

"Chuuya.. I-"

You took a pause to breathe

"I lost the Anklet you gave me."

You heard him gratefully sigh and shuffle in his chair a bit

"That pause made me think you were in trouble"

He joked a bit

"I can buy 20 more of those if I wanted to Sweetheart."

You sniffled a bit

"But that was important!"

He paused a bit

"Are you crying?"

You then paused

"No.."

"Baby."

You could hear him then walk through the halls of the Port Mafia building

"Give me just one sec, "

You heard him then knock on a door and open it

"Hey boss, I need to head home early. Let me know Tomorrow if there's anything else you need me for"

"Alright, I'm on my way home. We'll search together, okay?"

You sniffled a little as you smiled

"You're the best."

"Anything for you Angel."

[4klovver]

Help me out!! sanji x reader one shot

content: sanji x fem! reader. sick reader. Fluff. Kissing. Making out. Charecters may be slightly ooc!

have fun!!

You have been sick for the past 2 days. Lulling around the ship. Sometimes your freezing cold, others your too hot too even sit. You don't know why but you're just down.

Sanji has been trying too help you. He really just makes you different foods but you haven't been craving any food at all. Only ever picking at the food.

Today though you haven't been able too get out of bed. Your throat is raspy everything aches and it hurts to do anything. You actually hope Sanji stops by today you miss him. You also feel bad because he always leaves right after he gives you food since he doesn't want to bother you.

You hear three nocks at your door. "Its Sanji, can I come in?" Your face lights up with small but warm smile. "Please, come in." With that you hear the door creek open. "Hello sweetheart, I've made you some soup" He gently sets it down on your bedside table and goes toward the exit too leave.

"Wait, where are you going?" he turns around and is faced with a now sitting up you with a pout on your face. He turns on his heels "You want me too stay?" He looks smug and his arms are crossed. You look down in response. "If you don't mind.." You mumble quietly.

He sits on the edge of the bed next too you. You hadn’t planned this far. "How are you feeling? Any better?" He looks at you, not a hint of humor in his voice. You rub your eyes "A little bit..Your food has been helping." You shift closer too him on the bed not sitting next too him.

"Im glad I can help such a pretty face like you" You flush but you swear its the sickness. "Pft..Your always so flirtatious even when i'm sick and can barley get out of bad" said as you giggle and cover your face. "Only when its about you." You sit up straighter and suck in a breath. He sounded so sincere, so careful.

"What are you trying too say Sanji?" You look at him confused with a fluttering sensation inside your chest. He leans in closer "You don't know what i'm trying too say?" He looks at you deep into your eyes. "I like you, thats why I do this. I bring you food, flirt with you. All because I like you. I thought you knew." His voice was nothing but a whisper as he leaned into your ear.

He pulled away but stayed only millimeters away from your face. Your breathing is heavy and you need to ground yourself so you don't wobble. You just sit there stunned for a few seconds. The silence is broken by a scoff and right as you were about to say something you feel a soft pair of lips meet yours.

Your eyes widen but you eventually lean into the kiss.His tongue reaches the inside of your mouth. You two are moving with a rhythm, his hands find a way too your lower back and yours around his neck. You then slowly pull away stopping the kiss short. He looks desperate like he needs more.

"Ill make you sick Sanji..." You flush and look away. "You think I care about that sweetheart?" His lips then crash into yours again a more fiery and fierce kiss. You didn’t even feel sick anymore and after this it seemed your sickness really just disappeared on their own.

Thanks for reading!! This was just a short cute lil thing but yk!

Have a good morning/afternoon/evening/night!!

-jill :3

[ripdragonbeans]

Do You Believe In Fate // Pt. 2 // Aegon II x Reader

Summary: You've entered high school and Aegon is...different.

Warnings: None

Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3 // Part 4 // Part 5 // Part 6

As you entered high school it was clear that Aegon at school was very different from Aegon at home. When it was you and the siblings he'd be joking around and having fun with you guys. But as soon as he got to school he'd completely ditch you and his brother and sister. It annoyed you to no end. Even when he tried to explain it to you he made no sense.

Leaving school alone, you wondered when Aegon would catch up with you. He always did.

“Hey! Sorry, Cassandra and Sara kept me a little longer than I anticipated,” he chuckled. “Gods, they're just so fucking hot -”

“Why the fuck do you do this?” You snapped at him.

Confusion was etched onto Aegon’s face. “What do you mean?”

“Why are you totally chill when it's just me and your siblings but as soon as someone else gets involved you throw us to the side? It's tiring, Aeg.”

“Pft, I don't throw you to the side.”

“Really? When was the last party you invited us to?”

“Cregan’s winter party! You were there!”

“No, we weren't. You came back home high as fuck and smelled like alcohol. You kept trying to tell me how you almost had a make out session with Cassandra and Sara until one of their then-boyfriends caught you.”

Aegon stared off wistfully. “That was a good ass party. You should've been there.”

“That's the point, Aegon. We weren't. We're never with you outside my house or yours.”

“Oh, give me a break. We're still as close as we were when we were kids.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Really? Are you sure about that?”

“‘Course I am!”

“Fine,” you stopped in your tracks and turned to him. “A little quiz then, since we're still so close.”

Aegon looked a little worried but quickly converted it into a cocky smile.

“What's my first class?” You questioned him.

“Human anatomy.”

“Good for you. Which lunch period do I have?”

“Second.”

“Nope, third. It sucks,” you took a breath. “What sport do I play?”

“Oh, easy! You play lacrosse!”

Your face dropped and you ignored his answer. “Who was the last person I dated?”

“Um… was it Jason?”

“No, Aegon. I haven't dated anyone.”

“That was a trick question!”

“No, it wasn't. And lacrosse? Aegon, we played on the same football team for years! You haven't been paying attention!” Your voice got louder and louder. “Ever since you started high school I've been thrown aside so you could get high and drunk with your friends and then make out with whichever girls are desperate enough!”

He stared at you with a blank face before a knowing grin spread across it. “You're just jealous.”

“Ha! Jealous of what?”

“Jealous of all those girls. We’ve been friends for years and we’ve never kissed. You’re jealous that I do this with a bunch of other girls and not you.”

“Aeg. What the actual fuck? You think we’re only friends because I want to get in your pants? You know that’s not true.”

“Hm. A shame then. You’re hot as fuck.” He licked his lips as he looked you up and down.

You rolled your eyes. “You’re deflecting, Aeg.”

“I’m not deflecting anything.” His eyes hardened. “Fine, if you’re not jealous of those girls who get way more attention from me than you ever did, then you’re jealous that other people are better than you in every way possible. And that they're better for me than you ever were.”

You stared at him. “You did not just say that.”

When Aegon was staring back at you, you could've sworn you saw some regret but if there was he threw that expression away. Just like what he did to you.

“Okay. Fine. I'll see you whenever, Aegon.” You turned on your heel and left him behind. 

Tears threatened to spill as you walked away but you kept them in. You hoped Aegon would come to his senses and follow you but he didn't. When you were a good distance away you turned around. He was still there. Standing and staring at the direction you went. You weren't sure if he could see you but you flipped him off before turning around again and continuing your way home.

When you got home, the first thing you did was text Helaena and Aemond and ask them to meet you at your place. When they asked what was wrong all you said was Aegon and they came sprinting over.

“Babe, what's wrong?” Helaena wiped away your tears then gently wrapped her arms around you.

“He's an asshole, you know that,” Aemond stated.

Helaena broke away from the hug ever so slightly so you could look at her. “Tell us what he did, sweetie.”

After a few more broken sobs, you were able to catch your breath. “He left me. He told me there were people than me out there, better for him. I've supported him all these years, I've never knocked him down. Why the fuck would he do this? What did I do? I want to fix it so badly,” your voice broke.

“Sweetie, you did nothing, I promise.”

“Yeah,” joined Aemond. “You did nothing wrong. He's being a dick and thinking with it. You don't have to fix anything.”

“But I want to,” you insisted. “I don't know what I'd do without him.”

Helaena looked at you with soft eyes and took you hand in hers. “In all the years I've known you, I've seen you at your happiest with Aegon. Are you two chaotic? In your own special way.” She laughed. “As for Aegon, I don't know what he's thinking. He's stupid. His true smiles are when he's with you, I've seen it over and over again.”

“Whatever he's trying to do, it'll bite him in the ass,” Aemond chimed in.

You forced yourself to laugh. “I hope so. Fuck, I'm so frustrated with him but I miss him so badly.”

“Love is rough, sweetie,” Helaena shrugged.

It took a moment for what she said to sink into your head. “Love?”

“Yes, girl. Love.”

“Someone should tell him that so he'll stop being a dick.”

Aemond sat down. “You know he'd deny it. He's scared of things like that. Instead he's gonna get high, drink, and maybe fuck his way into oblivion.”

“Great, just what I wanted to hear.” You rolled your eyes. 

“Give him some time,” Helaena suggested. 

“How much time?” You were exhausted already.

“As long as you can endure it. He'll be worth it in the end.”

Despite the harsh tension between the two of you, you still walked to school together every morning. Something was always tugging at you to go to Aegon. You assumed the same must go for him since he hasn't said anything about walking together. Walking together was like a sign of peace, that your friendship wasn’t completely gone. It was a comfortable silence, walking with him, but it always broke as soon as you arrived at school.

“Ahhhh! Aegon!” A girl ran past you and took Aegon into her arms. It was Cassandra. “It's the last day! Never have to come back to this shit hole again,” she laughed.

“Hey, Cassandra. Hell yeah, I'm ready to get out of here.”

“And who's this?” She turned to you.

Cassandra knew who you were, or she should have. 

“Don't mind me, I'm just walking. Not doing anything, really.”

“This is… you know her,” he gestures to you. He acted like he rarely spoke to you.

Cassandra gave you one quick look over. “Nope. Never seen her in my life.” Her eyes widened, “Oh, my gods, Aegon, are you dating her?”

“No! I'm not dating her, that would be weird,” he laughed. 

Aegon and Cassandra walked a bit away from you. You just stood there and watched them; it was all you could do.

“If you're not dating her then,” Cassandra leaned into him. “Maybe you'll go out with me?”

You rolled your eyes, of course she’d ask to be his girlfriend. She just wanted to get into his pants. She's been trying to get with him this whole year.

“How's this for an answer?” Aegon swept her into his arms and captured her in a deep kiss. 

They almost didn't stop. The kiss kept deepening and deepening until they were practically sucking each other's souls out. His hands were tight around her waist and wedged a knee between her legs. When you heard a small moan you knew you had to leave but something glued you to the spot. All you could do was stare at them as your heart broke.

Aegon leaned down and whispered something in her ear that you couldn't hear but whatever it was made her blush and giggle. You were about to walk away when Aegon smacked her ass and gave her one last kiss. Without ever looking at you, Aegon went into the building holding Cassandra’s hand.

You were numb the rest of the day. And the next. And the next. It seemed never ending. With no school to attend, you mainly just stayed home in your bedroom. You killed time with various activities; watching tv, playing video games, talking to Helaena and Aemond. They invited you over, and you accepted once, but you kept running into Aegon, who wouldn’t look at you. Since then you insisted that Helaena and Aemond hang out at your place instead.

Once he started dating Cassandra, almost everything changed. Almost. While he avoided you, you could still feel his burning gaze on you when he thought you wouldn’t catch him. You refused to react. He never hung out with you anymore. Communication ended as well. No calls, no texts, no other social media messages. Aegon, however, was still very active on social media. He was constantly posting pictures of him and Cassandra doing whatever it is that couples do. You should’ve blocked her, but Cassandra posted frequently about how lucky she was to be with Aegon. It made you sick.

“Listen to this Hel,” you put on a high pitched voice, “‘Getting that golden hour light with my golden boy!’ and then there’s a kissy emoji and the hot n’ thirsty emoji. Ugh, I want to barf.”

Helaena picked up a new thread; she was cross stitching. “I don’t know what you’re expecting, of course she’s gonna post that kind of couple-y stuff. I bet if you stopped looking at it you wouldn’t feel as sick, either.”

“I want to stop looking but -”

“- But you can’t.” Aemond walked in and plopped down in a chair. “You can’t explain it but you find yourself wanting to see everything he’s doing.”

You turned to Aemond. “Yeah…that’s exactly what I want.”

“You’re gonna end up torturing yourself until those two break up.”

“And until you two make up,” Helaena pointed out.

“He has to apologize first.” You crossed your arms.

“As he should,” Helaena nodded. “But you might have to start that conversation.”

“Ugh, why do I have to be the bigger person?”

“Don’t think of it as being the bigger person but more like you’re egging on a dog to do something.”

“Lovely.”

Whenever Cregan Stark wanted to throw a party, he’d throw a big ass party. This one was no different. It was a “goodbye to summer” party at his house, parents were gone, of course. Although at this point his parents probably supplied him with the money willingly since he’ll throw it anyway.

You walked into the party. It was just as you thought it would be; loud and dark. Pulling your dress down you were thinking of all the creative ways you could get back at Helaena and Aemond, if their plan fails, of course. If it’s successful you’ll owe them a life debt.

All around you were couples making out here and there, people dancing on the main floor, and others in the kitchen drinking whatever concoction was made for the night. Then there were the party-goers like you; reluctantly walking around but trying to pretend they’re having a good time. You were out here on a mission, though. Aegon had been avoiding you all summer and you were going to confront him about it.

Music pounded so loudly you could feel it in your bones. People were touching you no matter where you went; there wasn’t a lot of room. Some guy would come up from behind and try to grind on you but you were quick to push them away and flip them off. Some would laugh at you and move on and others would get pissed and yell a bit. Either way you just kept on walking. Then you found Cregan.

“Hey! Um, have you seen Aegon?” you yelled over the music.

Cregan turned to you. “Who are you?” He scrunched his eyes to get a better look at you, as though you were blurry. “Oh, I know you. You’re the girl that follows Aegon around. He’s upstairs. I’m sure if you’d want to join them they’d be happy to let you in on the action.” He winked.

Your heart plummeted. For some reason it didn’t cross your mind that he’d be with Cassandra at a party. But you steeled your nerves and went upstairs anyway.

“Aegon?” you timidly called out.

No one responded to you specifically but you heard his name again. But you didn’t say it.

You stood outside the door, not knowing what to do. There was some giggling before the door opened and Cassandra appeared.

“Were you there the entire time? Fucking weirdo!” Cassandra turned to him.

You could see Aegon behind Cassandra.

He shrugged. “Who is it anyway?”

“Um,” she looked you over. “Oh, it’s that one girl that follows you all the time.”

“I do not follow him all the time,” you sneered.

Cassandra cocked her head and put a hand on her hip. “Then why were you snooping?”

You clenched your hands. “I was looking for Aegon, hoping to talk to him but I found he was busy.”

“And yet you stayed.” Cassandra pouted. “You poor, poor thing. It’s never going to happen. Anyway,” she turned to face Aegon briefly. “I’ll see you downstairs, baby.”

As Cassandra left she made sure to hit you with her shoulder. Ignoring her, you held your ground and waited for Aegon to come out of the room. Of course, he came out shirtless. When he locked eyes with you he just stared. Nothing was said. He almost looked guilty.

The words came out before you could stop them. “Glad to see you’re still thinking with your dick.”

“Glad to see you're not as much of a prude as I thought you were.” He leaned against the door frame. “If you wanted me so badly you could’ve joined us. But I don’t think you’re one to share.”

“No, I’m not,” you said with gritted teeth.

“Let me guess, you wanted to talk?” He was taunting you.

“Yes, actually,” you stepped closer to him. “You’ve been ignoring me all summer. Why?”

“Because I have a girlfriend. Next question.”

“That’s not an answer, Aeg. You know that. You’ve been avoiding me.”

“What, like you haven’t been avoiding me?” There was anger in his eyes. “You’re never at the house anymore, you don’t text or anything. I thought that’s what you wanted.”

“Friendship is a two way street, you know that.”

“Oh friends, are we? Didn’t know we were still friends.”

You ran a hand down your face. “Yes, we are. I know I got mad at you, but I just - you know - fuck.”

Aegon looked down at you. “Yeah, that’s what I thought.” He turned to go back into the room.

“Do you really want to stay with Cassandra?” you blurted out.

He stopped in his tracks. “What? Of course I don’t really want to stay with her, she’s just fun before I leave.”

“She’s just fun.”

“Yeah, so? She thinks of me as just fun, too. It’s not that deep.”

For a while the two of you stood there in silence. It was almost as comfortable as it used to be. Almost. Despite the silence you barely heard Aegon.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered.

You just looked at him.

“I said I’m sorry.” He took a deep breath. “I pushed you away and I’m sorry.”

“Is that it?” You were hoping for more.

“Do you want more?”

“Well, there’s more to say.”

“Then you say it!” He threw his hands up in the air.

“No, you know what’s missing!”

“No, I don’t!”

“Aegon, please, say more, say the rest. It can’t just be me. I know - I mean, you have to feel it too, right?”

Aegon’s eyes widened. “No. I’m not gonna say that. I’m with Cassandra, you know that.”

“You just said it was only for fun.” Tears began to gather in your eyes. 

“That doesn’t mean I don’t care for her. Or you.”

You grabbed his hands. “Aegon, tell me you feel it too, please. There’s a tug between us, there always has been. Why won’t you say it?”

He gently pulled his hands away from yours. “Because I don’t feel anything. I’m sorry. You’re just a friend.”

“Don't say that, please.”

“Do you want me to lie?” 

A tear rolled down your cheek. “Fine,” you sniffled and wiped away that singular tear. “Let's just forget this ever happened, okay? I'll leave you alone.”

As you turned to leave it was Aegon’s turn to stop you. Closing his hand around your wrist, he pulled you back. He opened his mouth as if to say something but closed it instead.

“Yeah, figured.” You nodded. “Goodbye, Aegon.”

Not really caring about anything, you walked back to Helaena's house. While walking, you were constantly pulling your dress down. It was a stupid decision, a stupid thought, to think that you could win Aegon over. Despite his denial, you still believed there was something between you two. There always has been. Maybe he was just too scared to acknowledge it.

[sysig]

Go play pretend on your own (Patreon)

[dannybobany]

Ehehhehehehehe SPLENDID because I loved drawing this so much actually, I love stupid doodles <3, do let me know if you have any more silly ideas this was such a funny thing to draw, I also don’t draw omori characters in their regular appearances much (for instance I have literally never drawn Aubrey or Mari normally because I just keep coming up with monster designs- I don’t know if you saw my other au with monster designs but that really messed up one was literally the only time I’ve drawn Aubrey wyiunwygw)

Someone give me drawing requests PLEASSEEEEEEEE I wanna draw

[vargaslovinghours]

EleVeN!11!!1! (1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 10½)

Fuzzy Edgar forever. I don’t remember the context now, maybe there wasn’t any to begin with haha, he’s just so cute with slightly longer hair! And upset :)

Some Diaryfic snuggles ♥ Scriabin can be so sweet to him at the worst time ah, I love Edgar’s hard on his arm and Scriabin’s pulling his hair out of his injured eye 💕

While I was very inspired by the Red Flags meme going around (we’ll get there), I was just as inspired by Mixed Messages - this exchange is so silly and them to me. He’s just trying to flirt back, you don’t have to make it harder! That’s just what Scriabin does haha

🥐 🖕 D:’

What else did you expect Scriabin to do with texting capabilities?? I’m still very enamoured with the thought of Scriabin using emojis and Edgar using emoticons - they are sort of different generations!

Here’s the Red Flags! So gd catchy, damn lol. I was specifically inspired by the X is on a date with themself edits, it was so tempting to consider a Ladyverse version as well haha. Edgar’s uncomfortable smiles were so incredibly fun hehe ♪

Y’see because with that many eyes- you get it

Edgar’s little “Or do I??” makes me laugh haha, anything to get out of this situation!

Waiter Jake ❤️💕💖💞💗 Rescue him!

Very inspired by this one specifically, he’s totally innocent! Not offputting at all! ♥

Alright well good luck with that bye. I love Edgar being menaced into continuing this date hehe ♫

Scriabin just keeping on the pressure for this date to keep going! Slight neg in “Couldn’t you have dressed up a little nicer though? ✨” pft

Brief aside with Scriabin!Edgar out drinking with my OC Mint who has very openly had a crush on the Vargases for a while now, thanks Mint

Honestly it was all just an excuse to turn him down and have Scriabin call Edgar his “landlord” haha; I was feeling nostalgic and went back to reread some old YuGiOh fics and had been so long away that I forgot that was a term used in the fandom to refer to the bodies of people the various Yamis would take over hehe ♪ It felt very fitting!

I can call him that but don’t you call him that >:(

Angy Scriabin!Edgar, the usual

Handplates re/reading doodles!! Hghgh!!! The theses of these stories of codependent relationships cut me to my very core I’ll have you know 💕 I managed to avoid falling down the rabbit hole of Handplates!Vargas but I was this close, lemme tell you. The subtle shift in phrasing changes so much ;; I love them dearly

A kind-of leftover WOY style Scriabin, since I made his hair all pointy in my first doodles - the WOY style is quite soft and round! He looks very silly hehe

Another song that is, yes, unironically in my Vargas playlist. This is a Nny song to me and you can pry it from my cold dead correct hands. That beautiful facial hair ♪

More Handplates/Vargas, this time obviously inspired by my holiday request 💕💖💞 I honestly rather like how calm Gaster seems whenever he’s in Edgar’s vicinity, he is a fairly unassuming human haha. Is it because he doesn’t laugh very often? Oh no that’s sad actually haha

I’m not done with Blank Slate Ch. 4 just yet - hopefully soon! - but this lineup stands out to me especially since I made it while rereading Handplates. Specifically after Gaster is pulled out of the Void - Gaster having to face the people he loves who have no memory of him really spoke to me in a Blank Slate way - the scenario of being able to completely start over and have never done anything to hurt your loved ones, at the expense of never having done anything to them, as far as they’re concerned, ah! It hurts so beautifully!! That’s one of the central themes I’m chasing so it was so cool to see in that context! Very inspiring ♥

So remember how in my Sims post, one Vargas family ended up with two Todds? Well what if that but actually

Twin Todd AU, just try and stop me

The saddest little twins y’ever did see ahh 💔 Having to share Shmee because there’s just the one of him! Who has a greater need :’0

I actually went and skimmed the SQUEE! comics to get a better grasp on the Casils, I’d forgotten basically everything haha. It seemed in keeping that if they could barely keep track of the one Todd, they wouldn’t bother even differentiating between two :’) Taking Todd shifts to better share the load

At least they have each other! More helpful than a stuffed bear who eats trauma? On par at least?

I also happened to catch this screenshot of the Todds gossiping about their shadow-dad, though I’m not sure who had seen him :0 By now I have found an adoption memory-loss prevention mod - thank goodness :D - but it wasn’t installed at the time! :0 Blue Todd is the Todd who’d already been the Vargases’ kid, Red Todd is newly-adopted Todd :)

Greetings in order! One of the Todds came by to scout out this strange new person

It’s a name to go by, if nothing else

Reporting back from the field, he has served his big narrative influence hehe ♥

Uh, yeah, about that- While I don’t doubt you were seeing double at times, uhm-

Surprise! Double the sons!

Only so much space in this apartment! They’re probably used to sharing a space to sleep weh, the implications of this AU are sad! I have no one to blame but myself haha

I have never been able to give up this twisted love I have for Edgar getting flustered about incredibly silly things and Scriabin chiding him with just his name haha ♥ Real twins do not delegitimize whatever the hell you two are to each other 💕

Who me? An affinity for how names shape identity and what it means to be a whole separate person? In love with this story in particular? You must be mistaken. But really, what would their name(s) be? I also love the subtle differences even just here - one Todd speaks up for the other! Dynamics ✨

1994, 2004, basically the same year innit. Scriabin is so much more on the up-and-up about the latest technology than Edgar, that old man

In which the offscreen is me lol, I was so blown away by how much more advanced the Sims 2 was from the Sims 1 ♥ Scriabin doesn’t need a box with a program in it, he has the absolute funnest toy in the world already!

And isn’t that the most important part ♪

Scriabin immediately makes himself and hooks up with every Sim he can, Edgar uncomfortable and totally not watching a~ny of the animations hehe ♪ Honestly though, the thought of Scriabin being genuinely excited to virtually get it on with any-and-every delights me haha

Look. Look, okay, look- If I could choose what to be inspired by, I would but sometimes

Obviously Scriabin would be a long Furby lol, this exchange can be summarized to “Scriabin no D:” “Scriabin yes >:D”

He’s complaining that Edgar ignoring him sleeping is boring haha

I did briefly lose my mind over how the Furbish word for “I/me/my/mine” is all the same - linguistically it makes sense, self-possessive, but in this, in their context ♥

Based on that one Wojak format - looks into the camera like “Yes. I am in your head. Insanity tracks” pfft

And it’s @jaspravex with the steel chair!! I hadn’t drawn any of them in like a month and then all of a sudden- I was 1000% not expecting to be hit with such a huge wave of inspiration but gosh and dang did this line of thought light me up. The implication! The jealousy! Wow that’s a lot all at once I wasn’t expecting ♥ Somehow these two never ended up on my shipping chart, dynamics I swear haha ✨

There’s September through February for the fourth go ‘round! Wild when I put it like that :0 Like clockwork, these lads ♪

[ewingstan]

Hey its our guys :)

Always interesting to hear about how the heroes regarded the Undersiders. I remember how Lisa talked about different levels of villainy in her "cops and robbers" spiel from 3.6:

So there’s capes like you and me, where we go out in costume and it’s fun.  Maybe we have some agenda or goals, but at the end of the day, we’re getting our thrills, blowing off steam and living a second life.  Then there’s the crazies.  The people who are fucked up in the head, maybe dangerous if there’s not something or someone to help keep them in line.  The people who take it all too seriously, or those guys you wouldn’t want to get on the wrong side of, even if they didn’t have powers.  Lung, Oni Lee, Heartbreaker,” she paused.  “Bitch.”

Its kind of weird to be reminded that "oh yeah, obviously everyone outside of the Undersiders (and maybe Taylor specifically) would consider Rachel a monster on par with Lung and Heartbreaker." But its also interesting to see that Victoria's opinion of "Hellhound" (seriously you've worked with her by now Vicky you can use a name she goes by) hasn't seem to have updated. We know that Rachel is out in the woods of Gimmel with her gang now, not driving people out like she was in Brockton Bay. Capes like Vista and Miss Militia seem to have no problem working with her even outside the context of class S threats by now. While Victoria's talking about Brockton Bay's past here, she's talked about Rachel in the same way before. Is she unable to update her perception of Rachel? Can't move past the images of people with dogbites the size of sharkbites forced out of their homes?

I also really didn't expect "actually improved the infrastructure of his territory" to be part of Regent's legacy. Wonder how much of that was him and how much of that was Coil/Lisa/Brian. That he'd be singled out for representing that sort of warlord is perplexing, as is her not mentioning Grue or Skitter.

Pft.

[sinnerofwalpurgisnacht]

merry calw incident #1 anniversary everybody

That was a ways off of christmas, months earlier, in fact. It would be more accurate and less traumatising for Sinclair to celebrate our venture into the whale. However that does come with its own set of problems.

A celebration for the fall of the captain and her whale... no, it just doesn't feel right. Too much happened, it puts a bitter taste in my mouth thinking of celebrating the same day I lost Queequeg and the others. Really losing them, not like before. It's not something I exactly want to have a party about... or think about at all, really. - Ishmael 🧭

Then of course it is your decision how you would like to spend this afternoon. We will be permitted a meal today only, as per company regulations and at your judgement.

Haah... Whatever... I dunno. I remember what letting those memories drown you in misery and wrath can do but... Shit. - Ishmael 🧭

It's fine if you're not ready. I think it takes a lot of time for anyone. - Sinclair 🌿

Other people... can make it a bit less shite. The right people, I mean. And even then... - Heathcliff🪻

Ah, we have lost a lot on our journeys. I'm not yet sure what the right thing to do is for this, sorry. Perhaps t'would be favourable to have company in such times as Sir Heathcliff suggested? - Don Quixote ⭐

Maybe. I don't think Queequeg would get having something like this in her honor but I doubt she'd be against it, she'd want me to feel happy remembering her and for it to be something I decide to do... Fine. And it'd be mean to deny Rodion a chance to gorge herself, I'll think on it for a bit... Will there be booze? - Ishmael 🧭

There will be.

Then I can get behind that a bit easier. Have a good night, Faust. - Ishmael 🧭

Ditto.

It would actually be nice to remember something other than... that... during the holiday season. That piece of shit doesn't deserve to be remembered, or deserve anything... I'll join in, Ishmael. - Sinclair 🌿

Gasp.. You're a generous and kind soul, Ishy. Really though, don't pay mind to me and have an alright night whatever ya decide. You too, kiddo. - Rodya ❤️

Thanks. I'd also like it if we do don't celebrate what happened at Calw when it comes around again, by the way...... It's getting better but the memory's not something that's nice to think about. - Sinclair 🌿

As is expected, there will not be mention of it. Regardless, remember that the designated recreational period ends at the same time as always. Though do have a good night. I will be turning in.

Thank you, Miss Faust. - Sinclair 🌿

Will go with F.K. But I'll still be taking my share of drinks first. - M.R

Pft~ "fun killer." Be nice to her she's fun off company hours, off the other ones too~ - Fun Haver Rodya ❤️

You would be surprised how fun Faust is when elaborating on the mechanics of the backdoor in the middle of a sandstorm, would you care to go for a walk and perhaps learn something for once?

I'll uh... take ya word for it. - Rodya ❤️

It's good to see everyone is in higher spirits, I will notify Dante. Thank you for the anonymous ask as well.

[amazingmsme]

What? It’s Halloween!

AN: glad I remembered to post this before I get too busy! Ted’s just a silly lil prankster, but he actually has feelings. This one was really fun to write, & adds a bit of festive flare! Here’s day 5!

Ted had watched as Bill left his cubicle, walking past his desk and into the men's room. Oh this was almost too easy.

He stood and stretched his back with a loud pop before creeping as silently as he could to the bathroom door. He pressed his back against the wall, trying to vanish from sight. He heard a urinal flush followed by the sound of the sink running. His breath hitched when he heard the squeaky handle on the paper towel holder and knew Bill would be coming out any second.

He walked out, completely unsuspecting of any threat.

"BOO!" Ted yelled at the top of his lungs and lunged out in front of him, hands formed into claws as he waved them in the air. The scream that filled the air was absolutely priceless.

"Wha- Ted! What the hell's the matter with you?" Bill scolded, one hand resting over his racing heart.

"What? It's Halloween!"

"No, it's October fifth!" he corrected with a harsh glare.

"Oh come on Bill, where's your holiday spirit?" he sassed.

"You just scared it out of me."

"You're no fun," Ted rolled his eyes, turning to walk away. Bill scoffed.

"Excuse you, I'm loads of fun!"

"Nu uh. If you were, then you'd know the entire month is Halloween!" he reasoned. Bill rolled his eyes.

"Maybe for some people. But that doesn't mean go around scaring your innocent coworkers!" he justified. Ted snorted in amusement.

"Pft. Okay.”

"I'm serious!"

"Oh yeah, I believe ya," he taunted, turning on his heels. He barely took a step before Bill called after him.

"Okay that is it! Let's see how you like it!" he snapped and lunged after Ted. Bill was on him in an instant, but the last thing Ted expected to be doing was laughing. He thought for sure he'd be holding his sore jaw, or doubled over in pain from a well placed kick, anything but this, really. Honestly, he'd take one of those other options in a heartbeat.

At least pain didn't come with overwhelming embarrassment.

"Bihihill whahat the fuck?" he choked out, gritting his teeth to prevent any more sound from escaping.

"Well someone needs to teach you a lesson!" he reasoned, scribbling up and down his sides.

"Ohoho come ohon! I was just hahaving fun!" Ted whined, trying to tug Bill's hands away. He managed to grab ahold of his wrists, but the tickling persisted.

"Well now we're really having fun!" he chuckled at his own joke, which in turn made Ted groan in annoyance.

"I ahaham not!" he denied, twisting from side to side in an attempt to get away.

"I don't think you'd be laughing so much if you weren't having fun," he taunted, not even bothering to hide his amusement. He noticed the way Ted's blush immediately darkened, the way his legs were buckling beneath him as he slowly sank to the floor, and Bill realized he might actually be right.

"Wait, do you like this?" he asked, just to make sure. Ted's eyes flew open and he jerked away so violently that he stumbled and fell to his knees on the gray carpet. He scrambled to his feet, dusting himself off and looking around frantically to make sure no one heard.

He pointed an accusatory finger at him, but notably stayed out of arm's reach. "Hell no! What do I look like, a little kid?" he huffed, cheeks red, hair messy, and clothes wrinkled.

"No, but you sure are acting like one," Bill bit his lip to hide a growing smile. He knew he shouldn't be laughing; Ted was emotionally repressed on a good day, and it seemed like his toxic masculinity was starting to flare up again. But he couldn't help himself, Ted walked straight into that one.

Ted just stood there, mouth agape. "It's Hallo- fuckin'- ween, you're supposed to act childish!" he tried to justify. Bill arched a brow and smirked. "What?" he growled in frustration.

"It's okay. I actually think it's pretty fun too," he admitted. Ted gaped at him, blinking away the shock before answering.

"Cool, good for you."

"Ted-"

"Bill."

Bill huffed and placed his hands on his hips, fixing him with his best dad expression. Surprisingly, it worked better on Ted than it did Alice. Ted rolled his eyes before looking his way, showing he was listening.

"You don't have to act so defensive, really. I mean, do you really think I'd judge you for that?" he asked, brows furrowed in concern. Ted sighed.

"I know you wouldn't. But not everyone's like you, Bill. They'll hear I like it, and then they'll think I'm some fuckin' weirdo," he sounded frustrated and surprisingly genuine.

"Well... I said I like it, so does that make me "some fucking weirdo" too?" he asked, smiling when he earned a short lived chuckle.

"God no. You're a nice guy, you're naturally affectionate, you got a daughter. For you, it just makes sense," he explained, beginning to relax enough to lean against the wall as he spoke. Bill nodded and walked up beside to him, mirroring his stance.

"And what about you?" he asked curiously. Ted let out a long breath through his nose.

"For me?" he mused aloud, thinking for a moment before answering. "Well it's obviously a sex thing, cause that's all I ever fucking think about," he mocked dryly, before quickly adding, "It's not, but that's what they'll think." His voice was quieter, and he stared at a coffee stain on the carpet.

It all seemed to make sense now.

"I won't tell anyone."

Ted's lips twitched upwards in a fleeting smile. "Thanks, I appreciate it."

"Of course," he said, clapping a hand on his shoulder, giving it a comforting squeeze. Slowly, he inched his hand closer to his neck, squeezing faster until Ted was giggling and scrunching away from the touch.

"Hehehey! Whahat gives?"

"What? I wasn't done with my revenge."

"You're still stuck on that? That was like five minutes ago, get over ihihihit!"

"No thanks, this is more fun."

"Bihihill!"

"Yes? Can I help you?"

"Ohoho fuck you!"

"So, what'd he do this time?" a new voice sounded from down the hall, and Ted felt his embarrassment from earlier come back with a vengeance. Of all people, he really didn't want Paul to see him like this. He had way too many reasons to use this against him, if he decided to. Not that he ever would.

"Oh nihihihice one asshole, what mahakes you thihihink I deserve it?"

"He scared the shit out of me!" Bill answered, having to raise his voice over the sound of his frantic giggling.

"It's Halloween damnit! Paul, c'mohohon back mehe up here!" he tried to reason. He shrieked when a hand slipped inside his shirt, untucking it from the belt.  Bill kneaded against the soft pudge of his tummy while his other hand squeezed the base of his neck, drawing out the most unflattering laugh. It was loud, high pitched and full of sorts, but no matter how much he thrashed about, he made no real effort to escape.

Paul watched on in amusement. He seemed to be contemplating something before he shoved his phone and wallet into his pockets. "Looks like you could use a hand there, Bill."

Ted's eyes widened in shock. No, this wasn't fair!

"Why thank you, I'd love one!" Bill answered the same time Ted yelled, "Are you fuckin' kidding me?"

He merely shrugged, "What? It's called trick-or-treat for a reason."