#the end is in sight o7

[sentience-if]

bothering Connie o'clock

[cookiekissers]

Ok hear me out hear me out, cutie patootie male reader x Longan dragon but like it’s in the part when Longan is making everyone rocks and reader is the exception pls pls pls

ohohoh being the exception, you have excellent taste anon. right away sir o7

Inevitability

[Longan Dragon x Male Reader]

With bright flashes of light, your friends, and your family cried out as their dough was transformed into cold grey stone. Floating orbs that looked like eyes flew about throughout the village, chasing down Cookies, and wherever they gazed all that was left behind was a new statue. You scrambled behind an overturned cart, still trying to process the whirlwind of horror and panic around you. Peeking above the wagon you see another Cookie, a mother and her baby, fleeing from one of the floating orbs, only to be swiftly cornered against a wall of a building.

Without thinking, you grab the first thing closest to you and vault over the wooden wagon, your legs sprinting toward the ivory eye. It was distracted by its current prey, giving you just enough time to surprise it. The orb turned its gaze to you, and you swung your hefty makeshift club as hard as you could, striking it like a baseball. The eye-like orb was launched a few feet, but not far enough. It quickly recovered and shook itself slightly after the impact, fixing its unfeeling glare on you next. You backed away nervously tightly gripping your pitiful weapon as it slowly pursued you. The eye followed as if it wasn't in any rush like your fate was inevitable.

You saved the mother and her child, if only for a moment. The orbs threatened to petrify everyone in the village without mercy. Were you just delaying the inevitable end?

The eye had you cornered now. But for some reason, it hadn't struck yet. It had frozen your fellow Cookies without hesitation, but with you, it seemed to be examining you for far longer.

A loud shout split the tense air, and a spiky yam mace collided violently with the side of the orb, sending it flying into the distance like it was nothing. Two Cookie warriors appeared as if from nowhere, fighting off the floating eyes with ease. One of the knights ran up to you, lifting you from the ground to set you on your feet again. He dusted you off while you stared in amazement at his, and his friend's, heroics. His dough was pale and he wielded a light blue and white milk mace and a white milk shield.

"Are you alright?" The knight asked in concern.

"Y-Yeah… But who are you? What's going on!?" You exclaim. The knight patted your shoulder to calm you, his smile was gentle and held no worry.

"I'm Milk Cookie, and that's my friend Purple Yam Cookie." Milk Cookie introduced. You glance past Milk Cookie to see Purple Yam Cookie swinging his spiked mace around wildly, chasing off the eyes with glee. Like Milk Cookie, he seemed unfazed by the situation and even appeared to be enjoying himself, if his hearty laughter was any indication.

"Don't worry, everything will be ok. I'll protect you!" Milk Cookie said cheerfully.

As quickly as they came, the eyes retreated to where ever they had come from. You emerged from your shelter with a few other Cookies and looked around at the carnage that had been left behind. In the streets dozens of Cookies stood frozen in stone. Your eyes became misty at the sight of your friends, and Cookies who had once been your neighbors, turned into statues. Stuck with expressions of fear and agony etched into their faces from their final moments.

You saw Milk Cookie and Purple Yam Cookie standing by, examining a stone statue and discussing something.

"UGH! The dragon eye orbs are getting away! Milk Cookie, let's get out of here and FOLLOW them!" Purple Yam Cookie grumbled.

"We can't leave just yet! We must stay to make sure everyone is alright." Milk Cookie replied calmly. Once you heard the knights who saved you were about to leave, you ran up to Milk Cookie and tugged his muscular arm.

"Wait, are you leaving?" You said. Purple Yam Cookie looked you over for a moment before huffing in annoyance.

"What do you want!?" He demanded.

"Please, if you're leaving, you have to take me with you!" you begged. The two cookies looked at you in surprise. Purple Yam Cookie then smirked a bit, apparently pleased with your boldness.

Milk and Purple Yam Cookie clearly knew who had done this to your village, and they would lead you right to them. You were going to find them and avenge your friends.

Though Milk Cookie tried to object to you tagging along because he was worried for your safety, Purple Yam Cookie encouraged it. Though you weren't as strong as him, you were feisty. He had seen you fight against the dragon eyes despite still being so weak, so he elected to let you come. Maybe you could learn a few things from him, and of course, he wanted to fight you once you got stronger. You pouted slightly. Sure, you were just a regular Cookie and weren't very strong, but you were determined to find a way to save your village and reverse the curse.

As you were on your way, you met some of Milk Cookie and Purple Yam Cookie's friends. They all wore armour made up of blue dragon scales and caught you up on what had been happening. That is when you found out the culprit that had attacked your village was an ancient dragon. Longan Dragon Cookie.

You've always assumed dragon stories were nothing but legends until the Ivory Dragon threatened your peaceful village. And now you were thrust into the middle of a brutal conflict and the world was on the brink of destruction. This was serious. Your stomach tied itself in knots at finding yourself in what was essentially a war. Milk Cookie had seen your anxious expression and comforted you, even offering to take you back home. But now that you knew what was going on, how could you just turn your back on the Cookies everywhere who had suffered like your village had and run back home?

You had no fighting experience and weren't a warrior like Purple Yam Cookie or Milk Cookie. Your life has been very ordinary until now. However, you were determined to do everything in your power to help defeat Longan Dragon Cookie.

Like a whirlwind carrying you away, you suddenly found yourself on the Tropical Soda Islands alongside Milk Cookie, Purple Yam Cookie, Gingerbrave, and their friends. You have never ventured this far from your village, but you were mesmerized by the beauty of Pineapple Isle. The land had transformed, merging with the surrounding islands and was thrust into the past, reviving long-extinct creatures.

The massive island that had merged was teeming with dragon eye orbs. The blue dragon scale armour you received helped conceal you from the Ivory Dragon's sight, but you still had to remain in hiding while the other dragons that had joined your side recovered from their encounter with Longan Dragon Cookie. You sat outside your hideout deep in the jungle and sighed to yourself. You were advised not to wander off alone, but you needed some time by yourself to process everything that had happened. Taking a little walk through the forest ended up being a mistake.

As you were walking, lost in deep thought, you were suddenly snapped to reality by the sound of the underbrush shaking. You froze, until a Cookie you didn't recognize emerged from under the big fan-like leaves. They were dressed in elegant white robes, their long white hair tied back into a ponytail. The Cookie carried a staff, and a large hat obscured their face. You blinked, somewhat hesitant. Was this Cookie a friend of Gingerbrave's, or maybe they were from the Stock Tribe?

"Um… who are you?" You ask. The mysterious Cookie didn't reply, but they seemed to be inspecting you closely.

Before you could question them further, with a wave of their staff, the Cookie began to glow with an eerie purple light, and from a swirling vortex of magic, a fierce choco cream wyvern burst forth from the Cookie's form. You shouted in alarm as the wyvern pounced on you, pining you to the ground and trapping you under its sharp talons. You were lifted off the ground and into the air, being carried off to who knows where. From the last glimpses of the ground you caught, you saw Milk Cookie staring up at you in panic.

"Y/N Cookie!!"

You thought your life was over, that you would for sure be eaten by the wyvern that had caught you. Instead, it took you across the archipelago to a white opulent palace floating above the waves. It made its way into the palace, into a refined throne room. Strangely, the choco cream wyvern was careful not to damage you. But it still tossed you to the ground at the foot of the throne. You quickly picked yourself up and saw a majestic Cookie sitting on the throne, dressed in white robes and adorned with golden armour. You stared in disbelief as you came face to face with the Ivory Dragon themself, Longan Dragon Cookie.

"So, you've finally come." Longan Dragon said. "You are an intriguing one." They commented dryly. Four dragon eye orbs floating by their side zipped up to you, gazing at you from all angles. You scrambled to your feet, but the choco cream wyvern prevented you from backing away further, cutting off the only escape route.

"What do you want with me?" You said, trying to keep your voice from shaking. There was a tiniest hint of a smile on Longan Dragon's face.

"I have been watching you. And I have decided to show you mercy and bring you to my palace so that your weak, pitiful life may be spared." They explained.

You were stunned into silence. What about your friends, your village, and all the other Cookies?

"You should be grateful I didn't turn you into stone along with your village. Come here, now." Longan Dragon Cookie rumbled. It wasn't a request. It was an order. Not knowing what to do, the only thing you could do was comply. You prayed that your friends would be able to rescue you.

You approached the throne nervously, awaiting the Ivory Dragon's next command. You gasped suddenly as Longan Dragon Cookie grabbed you by the wrist and effortlessly picked you up and placed you on their lap.

You fidgeted as Longan Dragon Cookie's arm snaked around your waist and pulled you closer, your face suddenly grew hot.

"You will be staying by my side until I inevitably reduce all the weak, crunchy beings into crumbs, weak one. I will be needing a mate in the future." They growled softly in your ear as they stroked your hair. Longan Dragon Cookie's clawed fingers lingered on your neck and then trailed downward to your chest. You shivered and swallowed nervously.

You really hoped your friends got here soon.

[parasolemn]

doodle of Authority? it is my fav skill...

ehe. whoopsies! sorry anon it's been. A Month. and no end in sight

anyways images for you

you can probably already tell some of these are. Older. but yea. there was a lot of "well it's just a doodle I don't need to go super hard on these" and then "this is awful we need to start over" so. there's. a lot of images. most I've drawn this freak ever actually

deserved though. big thanks to my New Buddy who made me see the light like two months ago. he [LONG RAMBLE I DELETED] 🤨 UUGHHH I can't go off on a ramble about authority rn I'm unnormal about him sadly but I have so many words in my brain about him and all the other skills ue ue ue

i should post images...

i did some doodles in my book too when i was working but. eeeh? wasn't really sure if this was what you were after either... also I always take an opportunity to draw encyclopedia hi ency hi. i love throwing ency at the other skills i love thinking about skill interactions

don't mind the date on the last image I accidentally dated it 1st jan instead of 1st feb and couldn't be fucked to fix it. as I said, Old (can i even say stuff is old if it's a month old. uhm. wll i changed my art style so it counts)

parcark: nobody else is autistic about DE skills like you are they won't want to see them blorbified in an ooc but funny way. also parcark:

this was not worth a month's wait. oops.

COUGHCOUGH BY THE WAY . volition design is from @tubrasko (this wasnt the image i asked you abt btw i'm doing a larger one than this RN!!!! grins) suggestion design is from @vesli1 sorry for butchering your boy a bit I only had a pen my pencil broke 💔 empathyyy i stole from @trialofasphodel waves at you Hi ! i know both of u have seen these imgs b4 btw srry for re @ ing you the auth and drama designs are froommmm spilledkaleidoscope I won't @ that's scary.cough

love him. ok bye anon !! i hope you don't mind i know these aren't the best quality o7

[cod-thoughts]

Day 14 of 31 days of COD

Word count: 1k

Relationships: team as family

Tags: sleepy ghost, fluff, humour, crack-treated seriously

“Probably,” Soap agreed, pulling out his own phone. “Reminds me of that time I found him under the table. Thought he was dead at first, but nope—just asleep.” Gaz raised an eyebrow. “Under a table? Really?” Soap grinned. “Aye. Had a right laugh about it. You’d think he’d learn to find a proper spot.” OR Ghost falls asleep in the most random places; the team reminisce Keep reading under the cut or on AO3 This was a response to this lovely ask hopefully i did you justice anon o7

The safehouse was quiet. After their latest mission, the 141 had scattered to wind down. Soap sat at the table, idly flicking through a magazine, while Gaz stretched out on the couch, his head resting against a pillow. Price stood by the window, arms crossed, ever-watchful for any signs of trouble.

In the small bed tucked into the corner of the room, Ghost was fast asleep, propped awkwardly against the wall, head tilted back slightly, and arms folded across his chest. The sight was familiar, but still comical—an intimidating figure utterly at ease, snoring lightly.

“Out like a light,” Soap muttered, smirking as he glanced at Ghost.

“Good,” Price grunted, moving closer to the bed. “He needs it. Hasn’t slept properly in days.”

Gaz looked up from his phone. “Reckon this is the longest he’s been down in a while.”

“Probably,” Soap agreed, pulling out his own phone. “Reminds me of that time I found him under the table. Thought he was dead at first, but nope—just asleep.”

Gaz raised an eyebrow. “Under a table? Really?”

Soap grinned. “Aye. Had a right laugh about it. You’d think he’d learn to find a proper spot.”

“Ghostbusters”

Scrub-a-Dub (Soap): Oi, found the big lad again. Under the bloody table this time.

G-Force (Gaz): Oh, for real? Where’s the proof?

Old Man (Price): What’s he doing under a table? Taking cover in his sleep?

Scrub-a-Dub (Soap): See for yourself.

Image attachment: Ghost curled up under the briefing room table, one arm over his face, completely knocked out.

G-Force (Gaz): You’ve got to be kidding me. How does he fit under there?

Old Man (Price): Leave him there. Unless Suds burns the place down again.

Scrub-a-Dub (Soap): That was one time!

G-Force (Gaz): He’ll wake up thinking he’s still in the field. Don’t mess with him.

Old Man (Price): Exactly. Let him sleep.

Price chuckled, crossing his arms. “Well, he certainly hasn’t learned yet. What about you, Gaz? You must have some funny stories.”

Gaz nodded, chuckling softly. “Yeah, I remember that time I found him in his office. Thought he was just deep into some files, but nope—out cold.”

The laughter bubbled up between them as they shared the memory. “Didn’t even wake him,” Gaz said, shaking his head in amusement. “Just left him be and went about my business.”

Big Gaz Lad (Gaz): You lot are never going to believe where I found Ghost.

Scrub-a-Dub (Soap): Let me guess, under a rock?

Old Man (Price): In a dumpster?

Big Gaz Lad (Gaz): Close! In his office, sprawled across his paperwork.

Scrub-a-Dub (Soap): Is he snoring?

Big Gaz Lad (Gaz): Like a bloody chainsaw.

Image attachment: Ghost face down on the desk, arms hanging off the sides, a pen still gripped in his hand.

Old Man (Price): Can’t believe he made himself at home with all that mess office.

Scrub-a-Dub (Soap): At least he’s not under the desk this time.

Big Gaz Lad (Gaz): True. I guess that’s progress?

Old Man (Price): Just let him sleep. I’m sure he’ll be thrilled when he wakes up to a mountain of paperwork.

“We’ve seen him sleep in the oddest places,” Gaz added, leaning back in his chair. “Can’t believe he hasn’t ended up in a bin yet, still waiting to capture that one.”

“Speaking of bins,” Soap said, an amused glint in his eye. “Didn’t you find him in your bed once, Cap?”

“Ghostbusters”

Old Man (Price): Ghost is in my bed. Out cold.

Scrub-a-Dub (Soap): Guess you’re bunking somewhere else tonight.

G-Force (Gaz): Yeah, don’t even think about waking him.

Old Man (Price): I wasn’t planning on it. Can I crash with one of you?

Scrub-a-Dub (Soap): Got space here. C’mon over.

G-Force (Gaz): Same here. Just bring your pillow, mate.

“Best part was he didn’t even care,” Price chuckled. “Just rolled over and kept snoring.”

Soap laughed, shaking his head. “You’d think he’d have a more dignified approach to sleep, but no. Just plops down wherever.”

They all glanced at Ghost again, still blissfully unaware of their conversation. Gaz felt warmth in his chest, knowing how well they all understood each other.

“Remember that time we were making our way back to you guys from that base, and he fell asleep in the middle of the debriefing?” Soap said, a mischievous grin creeping onto his face.

"Ghostbusters”

Scrub-a-Dub (Soap): Lads, Ghost is out cold during the debriefing.

Old Man (Price): No way!

G-Force (Gaz): You’re kidding me.

Scrub-a-Dub (Soap): Nope. Head down on the table, drooling and everything.

Image attachment: Ghost with his head down on the table, oblivious to the open video call in front of him.

Old Man (Price): We should just let end it, pick it back up tomorrow lads?

G-Force (Gaz): Absolutely. Let him wake up when he’s ready.

Gaz laughed heartily, picturing the scene. “Just snored right through it!”

Price shook his head, chuckling. “That was one for the books. I thought I’d have to ask Suds to carry him out.”

“Well, he’d probably have preferred that,” Soap added, a teasing glint in his eyes. “A hero’s exit.”

“Right, like he’d ever admit it,” Gaz said, grinning. “Can you imagine?”

They all shared a laugh, the camaraderie warming the space between them. It felt good to reminisce, a reminder of the bond they shared, even in the chaos of their lives.

As the laughter faded, the room settled into a comfortable silence. Ghost remained deep in slumber, and the three of them relaxed, grateful for this rare moment of peace together.

“Glad he’s finally resting,” Price said quietly, leaning back in his chair. “We all could use it.”

“Definitely,” Gaz agreed, stretching out on the couch. “It’s good to see him like this, even if it’s a bit random.”

Soap nodded, gently adjusting the blanket around Ghost. “Not the first time we’ve kept watch over him. Just part of the job.”

“Ghost Watch, as always,” Price said with a grin.

They sat in the calm of the safehouse, a sense of camaraderie filling the air. No teasing, no interruptions—just the unspoken understanding that this was a moment to cherish.

And as they continued to keep an eye on their lieutenant, they shared quiet smiles, grateful to have each other.

[ruija]

HOKAY, I'm done with work, time to gush about turtle comics.

Putting it under read more so I don't spoil anyone.

Wowie! The future turtles are from the GOOD TIMELINE. That's interesting!! I wouldn't put too much weight on the designs, tbh. The whole comic is clearly drawn pretty hastily, and seems like Andy mostly just took the designs from the movie. They look way too old for being barely in their 40s, especially if they didn't have to live in an apocalypse for 20 years.

But ofc other stressful things can happen in two decades. Raph's lost an eye and arm huh. The present Raph has the rips on his mask, but no eyepatch, so maybe his sight got worse over time? (most likely Andy was just drawing whatever, and there's no deeper thought behind it lol. But we can have fun)

LMAO the truth comes out! Future Donnie's bad fashion sense was not a product of the Kraang Apocalypse. Man just decided to wear that.

Ah, Leo-angsters are getting fed again. Your own mystics betray and strand you in unknown universes, away from family for months, and once you come back your dad has died? Whooof! And relatively soon after the Kraang invasion? Whooof x2!

Mikey can just willy-nilly create time portals now? Huh. And they're friends with Renet!!!! Guess she taught him to do this stuff less costly.

FRIDA!!!! A design for her! A reunion! that's fun! <3

The Leos interacting is pretty cute.

I CAN'T BELIEVE SPLINTER IS FUCKING DEAD

Honestly, I'm cracking up, what the hell.

"Ohh, my dear family, thank you for everything. Farewell... Oh, and you have some long lost siblings lol" *dies*

Rip Splints, trolling until the end o7

Sweet to see Piebald, both Caseys and Draxum all present. And Draxum became their stay-at-home-dad in the future? That's cute :D I like the "Draxum steps up as a dad, after Splinter passes" trope in fics. (I guess Todd also lives with them....? lol)

"See you in a few years." "Hard pause" instead of The end.

HELLO??? HELLO??!?! !!!!!!!!!!!!

Gosh, the Rise comic was such a treat. It's pretty chaotic and idk how canon you can consider it as, but Andy crammed so many interesting plotty things into just 8 pages! Really fun and delicious tidbits for us to play with heehee!

Not to mention the very hopeful ending, possibly hinting for a come-back ;;;____;;;; OOOOHHHHH I am on my knees, begging.

I was also very excited for the 2003 comic, but that ended up being mostly eye candy and vibing. Not to say, I wasn't incredibly fond and happy to see the 2k3 turtles again <3 They look so good, oh my babygirls, all of them!! (brb I'm also low-key crying at how Splinter describes his sons)

[iridescentpull]

Theres a few people on Twitter writing their predictions on what could possibly happen on friday, and ullenska on twitter (post here) drew a piece where Fit got dragged back to 2b2t, and Pac followed him

Naturally, the idea drove me insane, so I wrote something quick about it. Hopefully I can expand this further eventually.

Enjoy o7

The wastes are so much more than what Fit explained.

Pac stood against the remains of some poor house, staring at the land surrounding him. He adjusted his cloak, making sure the hood was still covering his head. The gasmask he managed to steal from a dead body was secured around his neck, and the quiver of arrows some kind soul gave him was clipped on his back. Pac fiddled with his bow, scanning around his surroundings in case of any danger or the sight of a familiar person.

2b2t really was a dead man’s land– burnt trees were scattered around the land, craters the size of the Favela were everywhere, and any sight of water was either poisoned or toxic. Animals were basically non-existent, and Pac could hear the sounds of Tnt and end crystals exploding far away. He'd had a handful of encounters with other players, but only one tried to attack him. They were wearing non-enchanted iron armor, so Pac managed to kill them swiftly with his arrows.

The Brazilian sighed, leaning against the remains of the base. His free hand moved down to his prosthetic leg, pressing the little plate Ramón installed before he left (he was honestly surprised the tracker wasn’t deleted when he switched servers). The little metal box shaped like a communicator popped out, and Pac grabbed it, powering it on. A sad, gentle smile appeared on his lips when the map loaded in, the red dot he had grown to feel bittersweetness to blinking towards the north.

“I’m close, Fitch.” Pac mumbled, turning the tracker off and placing it in its spot in his prosthetic leg. The male adjusted the gas mask on his face, starting to walk north. “Just wait a little longer.”

[ventismacchiato]

💸 the business proposal !

a social media au | scaramouche x gender neutral reader

synopsis after agreeing to go on a blind date in the place of your rich friend, aether, and sabotaging it on purpose, you think it’ll be like the usual dates you’ve tried to ruin for your friend. but when you go on the date acting as him you’re dumbfounded, it’s scaramouche…the CEO of the company where you work.

scaramouche’s mother, ei, and founder of his company grew sick of her son being single and continuously sets him up on blind dates. scara is a workaholic and is annoyed by this so he decides to marry the person on his next blind date so he won’t be distracted from his company anymore. that person happens to be you, but pretending to be your friend aether. after seeing how badly the date went he chooses you just so he can anger his mother. you continue to play the part of his fake future partner and also employee, staying out of his sight during work so he doesn’t realize you aren’t who you said you were. how long until he finds out?

genre fake dating, sorta enemies to lovers, hidden identity, crack, slight angst, based off the kdrama

status not started, undecided

warnings alcohol consumption, young adults, mommy issues mentioned for scara, tba

taglist CLOSED

↳ playlist tba

BREAKING NEWS!

featuring…

y/n and company | scara and company

ACT ONE: the best of both worlds !

O1. sugar daddy era

O2. flashcards

O3. pretending to be rich

O4. damn why he kinda

O5. chicken fingers

O6. broke ass bitch

O7. making headlines

O8. one night stand

O9. tba

1O. tba

ACT TWO: chicken fear me, men want me !

11. hide and seek

12. be bad for me

13. smile for the camera

14. vacation in disguise

tba

ACT THREE: marriage? in this economy ?!

21. deal or no deal

tba

END OF SEGMENT!

author’s notes: always wanted to do a business proposal au. also it’s gn and aether is a gn name so that’s why i chose him as the friend yn is going to impersonate ^^ also my editing slay,, feel a little weird using an irl pic for the header but o well

[neon-kazoo]

I humbly request to see hero and villain going to build a bear 🥸

(Anything for my bestest beta-reader o7)

Hero and Villain Go To Build-a-Bear

When Hero entered the mall, they could never have imagined Villain’s affinity for stuffed animals, and the chaos it would cause.

The first red flag should have been the look of glee in their eyes when they spotted the “Build-a-Bear Workshop” sign.

Before Hero could blink, about a dozen children were running out of the store, screaming at the villain’s spontaneous arrival. Frantic parents followed, and soon Villain had the store all to themselves.

By the time Hero entered, there was already a deflated animal in their hands. A worker reached for it to begin filling it with stuffing, only for Villain to snatch their hand back and gesture for her to leave. Hero shrugged helplessly.

Who was she to argue with the notorious villain taking over the store?

The employee stepped back as Villain commandeered the stuffing machine, retreating to behind the counter.

Villain completed and repeated the process by heart, filling the animals to their preferred firmness, kissing a small silk heart, and retying the stitching in the back.

After the sixth stuffing, Hero let out a long sigh.

“Are you done, yet?”

Hero certainly was.

“Of course I’m not done!”

Hero sat in the corner, head in their hands as Villain stuffed yet another bear.

This time, when Villain came to present their new child to the hero, there was something suspicious in their smile. As Hero lowered their gaze from their face to their hands, they quickly understood why.

“IS THAT ME?!”

Sure enough, Villain held the Hero-branded teddy in their arms, only its signature suit was swapped for none other than a striped prison jumpsuit.

Why Build-a-Bear even carried jail-themed attire for plushies, Hero had no idea.

Just when Hero thought that was the cherry on top, Villain squeezed the look-a-like bear right in the center.

A creepily accurate voice spoke the words, “I surrender.”

Hero blinked, equal parts impressed and creeped out.

Satisfied by their reaction, Villain turned their sights to the accessories section.

The criminal gasped as they laid eyes on a standing red sign. At the same time, Hero groaned. The sign said ‘buy-four-get-one-outfit-item-free’, and Villain certainly took that to heart.

A purple skirt, a doctor’s outfit, flip flops, red rain boots, two pairs of roller skates, a bucket hat, carrying bag, and so many shirts Hero lost count. The floor was littered in forgotten items, looking like a tornado had hit the store. Hero doubted Villain could see past the items stacked in their arms to even pick up anything they dropped.

Villain heaped their haul on to the countertop in front of the poor employee who definitely did not get paid enough to scan all of that.

The pile contained a pink frog, a green frog, a tie-dye frog (Villain insisted they were a family, and therefore could not be separated), a Darth Vader, a Marvel WandaVision pair, and some kind of fluffy cow with horns.

Oh, and of course the imprisoned Hero bear, complete with sparkly pink sneakers.

Finally, this ordeal was coming to an end.

“Excuse me,” Villain asked, “where do you keep the Villain bears?”

Oh no.

“The…Villain bears?” The confused employee parroted.

“Yes. My bears,” Villain confirmed with confidence.

“Right. Erm…,” she looked around in a show of contemplation, scanning the bins of plushie skins against the wall.

“We seem to be…out of those.”

She typed some probable nonsense into the screen in front of her before putting on a low-effort disappointed face.

“They were limited edition, I’m afraid. Sold out at every store.”

Hero was impressed by the lie. Maybe they needed to speak to the manager about a raise.

The news barely put a damper on the villain’s excitement, they were still vibrating with joy as they put in their email and printed out eight birth certificates.

Once the total rang up, Villain turned to face the hero expectantly.

“Oh no,” Hero stepped back in realization, “The deal was I accompany you peacefully to the mall and you don’t destroy the city. You said nothing about me footing the bill.”

The Villain simply smiled.

“Surely villainy pays enough for this,” Hero questioned, eyeing the amount on the screen with wide eyes.

Shouldn’t a villain just steal it all?

“You do like this city, right?” Villain questioned back, raising an eyebrow.

Ah, the cost of heroics: several hundred dollars.

[froggibus]

Jason Todd (any version) x reader (preferably female) where Jason helps reader through an anxiety attack? Or a panic attack, if that's easier for you. And with as much fluff as possible, please?

Chilling Out - Jason Todd

Pairing: Jason Todd x reader

Genre: fluff, hurt/comfort

Word Count: 1.5k

Summary: during a party at Wayne manor, you have a panic attack, but Jason knows just how to help you

CW: panic/anxiety attacks, tight spaces (but no claustrophobia), crying, general anxiety (O7), hurt/comfort, mentions of past trauma & triggers, soft!Jason, they get ice cream, i promise it ends very wholesome. lmk if i missed anything

i haven't wrote DC in a hot minute but this request was too cute not to write. im so soft for soft Jason!! also shoutout to my trog for helping me come up w a title bcs i am dumb today. anyways hope you enjoy <3

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Jason knows very little about your past. Or at least, the bad parts of your past. You were always hesitant to share that part of your life with anyone, and Jason was never one to pry. 

Even if he didn’t recognize the trigger, he recognizes what comes next. 

That vacant, scared look on your face. The rapid, shallow rise and fall of your chest. He notices the way you’re almost shaking, the way your eyes dart around the room looking for an escape. 

You lose more and more air with every breath. The manor is absolutely packed with guests for Bruce’s most recent gala, and having so many people in so little space is overwhelming. You dig your nails into your palms. I have to get out. 

Jason is frozen across the room from you. He’s torn—stuck between running to you and wrapping you in his arms and never letting go, or letting you be and giving you the space you need to calm down. He knows if the roles were reversed, he’d want to be left alone. He’d go and hide in a comforting space and try to regain control of his thoughts. But you’re not him. 

He blinks and you’re gone, tearing away from the main foyer and escaping into the safety of the house. 

You collapse in the closet of a random room. The darkness accepts you into his arms, surrounding you like a blanket. You squeeze your eyes shut and contract all of your muscles, trying to force air back into your system.  

Jason doesn’t realize he’s following you until the cold air of the grand entrance hits him. You’re completely out of his sight now, having disappeared into one of the many rooms of Wayne manor. He pinches the bridge of his nose—where could you possibly be?

He starts searching the rooms on the ground floor, careful not to be too loud and accidentally startle you. After none of the rooms on the ground floor turn up anything, he starts to climb the stairs. He only makes it two steps before he hears a sob that sounds a little too familiar.

He backs up, eyes locked on the closet that Bruce keeps winter coats in. It’s tucked just out of the way of any prying eyes, at the end of a hallway near Bruce’s study. It’s quiet, enclosed and of course, dark. The perfect spot to hide in. 

“Y/n?” He keeps his voice soft and even, kneeling just outside of the closet. 

You sniffle in response, strained gasps echoing off the walls of the closet. How did he find you? How did he know?

He slowly pulls open the door, giving you enough time to hide your face or protest if you need to. A sliver of light from the hallway breaks through the darkness of the closet and illuminates your face. Jason’s heart breaks at the sight.

Poor thing. All teary eyed and wet cheeked, shaking like a leaf at the bottom of an old closet. He shakes his head. This won’t do.

 “Hey, hey,” he says, “it’s safe here. It’s just us. Just you and I.”

You hear his words but it’s hard to register anything in your panicked state. Your breathing stays erratic, your heart beats so hard you’re scared it will burst. You can see Jason through the black spots and tears, but just barely. He looks more like a broken mirror than a person right now, but it’s Jason.

“Are you okay if I touch you?”

As soon as you nod, Jason is pulling you into his lap and shutting the closet door to return you to darkness. Strong arms hold you close to his chest and his scent surrounds you. 

“Close your eyes, okay? Focus on your breathing, focus on what you feel, not what you think.”

You try to follow his instructions, managing to relax enough to shut your eyes. You can feel the warmth radiating off of him, the steady bump of his heartbeat, his hands resting above your belly button. You can smell his cologne, the familiar scent filling your nostrils and reminding you that he’s really there. 

Jason keeps himself sturdy. He keeps his breathing steady and his hands still. You need stability right now, and Jason is going to be the one to give it to you. He doesn’t care if he has to hold you for an hour, or even the entire night. All he cares about is you.

Your breathing starts to steady and the burning in your chest fades. You try not to push yourself—taking slow, gentle breaths. 

“Feeling better?” He asks, and suddenly you’re painfully aware that you’re sitting in his lap, in his arms, in a dark closet.

“Y-yeah,” you say, “I think so.”

He nods. “Great to hear.”

Jason awkwardly adjusts so that he can stand, opening the closet door. He reaches a hand out to you. “How about we ditch this thing? We get rid of these stuffy clothes, take a ride on my bike and get some ice cream?”

Jason almost bursts at the genuine smile that fills your face. It’s like clouds parting to let the sun rays through—a reward after seeing you break down in his arms.

“That sounds great,” you accept his hand and let him tug you to your feet. “I’ll go get changed.”

Ten minutes later and Jason is waiting at your door, having traded his suit for jeans and a t-shirt. “Ready to go?”

He takes your hand in his and leads you downstairs, out of the backdoor and to the garage where he parked his motorcycle. He helps you do up your chin strap, calloused hands gently rubbing the sensitive skin of your neck. 

You mount the back of the bike, your feet barely scraping the ground. Jason puts on his own helmet and climbs in front of you. He revs the bike, “you should hold on.”

You lean forwards awkwardly and wrap your arms loosely around his waist. Jason seems satisfied with this and takes off. As soon as the bike lurches into motion, your grip tightens around him. You swear you hear him laugh.

The cool night air feels nice on your once clammy skin, the familiar smell of the city surrounding you. Jason drives carefully, or at least, more carefully than he usually does. You can tell he’s making a great effort to keep you comfortable.

You relax into him, feeling the curves of the bike as you make your way into the city. The streets of Gotham fly by, amber streetlights casting the whole street in a soft glow.

You feel almost disoriented when he brings the bike to a stop in a parking stall next to the ice cream parlor. The sudden cease of motion leaves you feeling like you’re still moving, and you have to wait a minute to get your bearings.

Jason puts down the kickstand and climbs off of the bike, hanging his shiny black helmet from the handlebars. “Here,” he offers you a hand and helps you down.

Your knees shake slightly but you find your balance. You take off the helmet and set it on the seat of the bike where you just were.

“So, what’s your go-to flavor?”

You smile. Jason has never been one for small talk, and he’s definitely never been as gentle as he’s being now. You melt at the idea of him being extra careful with you.

“It’s so hard to decide, honestly,” you admit. “I usually get the same thing every time, but sometimes I want to switch it up, you know?”

He nods, “I’m usually a mint chocolate chip or rocky road guy myself, but I like to mix it up sometimes.”

You spend almost five minutes discussing ice cream flavors with Jason. It doesn’t help that this particular place boasts over 100 flavors, and all of them sound equally delicious. Finally, you manage to decide and step up to the counter to order.

You order your ice cream, but before you can pay, Jason steps up behind you and places his order with yours. You go to protest, but the man is already tapping his card.

“Thank you,” you say sheepishly.

“Hey, if I invite you out for ice cream, don’t expect to pay.”

You get your ice cream and settle down at one of the picnic benches in the parking lot. It’s a nice, warm night, and there’s not very many people around. Usually you’d be afraid to be out this late in Gotham but having Jason around just settles your nerves.

“Thank you for tonight, Jay. It—it really means a lot to me that you helped me.”

You swear his cheeks tinge red. He looks at you seriously, “anytime. Seriously, if you ever need me, no matter what, just call me, okay? I’ll be there for you in a heartbeat.”

His words almost have you tearing up again. Seeing Jason so soft, so kind and caring—it just makes your heart flutter. He reaches across the table and squeezes your hand reassuringly. 

A peaceful silence falls over the table as you finish your ice cream. Jason never takes his hand away from yours, and you’re not quite sure you want him to. If you could live like this, with him, in this moment forever, you’re sure you’d never have another panic attack again.

[orange-imagines]

a five-year-long romantically charged pining phase you say……. heh. well.. would you happen to have any thoughts on how Leonard would act during that?

Relationship: Romantic

A/N: One hot plate of mutual pining coming right up o7

God help him, tbh.

As previously mentioned, he's not used to the presence of strong, long-term romantic feelings, especially those directed at one of his best friends. It would take him a while to even realize that the things he's feeling aren't platonic (he just thinks you're a really good pal for a while), but once they click he starts acting very weird.

Len: I always act stupid around people I like. You: But you act stupid around me all the time? Len: Yeah. Don't read too much into that.

Not to be dramatic, but he basically goes through the five stages of grief. And he's stuck in denial for a long time.

He doesn't like the idea that things could change between the two of you if his feelings came to light, or, even worse, that you might think less of him because of what he feels. So he represses all of his sappy romantic urges for literally as long as possible, as bad as he is at keeping them hidden.

Danny and Mick pick up on it very quickly. They know their friend and know when he's acting weird for no reason, and after about five seconds of interrogation, Danny immediately calls him on being into you ("That's all this is? You like Y/N? Fuck's sake, I thought you were dyin'!" "I AM. FUCK OFF").

You'll definitely notice him being a bit more abrasive and standoffish toward you for a few days, similar to the way he was when you first met- not that he wants to, it's just his natural defense. If you ask him about it he'll apologize and try to manage himself better, and if you press him he'll end up venting about "his head feeling all screwy lately". He won't give you any details because he'd rather saw his own leg off than admit he has a crush on you, but he appreciates you listening to him regardless. It does make him feel better.

As much as he tries not to let his feelings get the better of him, they often slip through anyway. He'll end up looking out for you without even thinking about it, taking extra steps to make sure you're alright during missions, shielding you with his body if things go wrong, insisting he patch your wounds up himself afterward. He also lets you borrow his jacket whenever it's raining. Yeah. The ultimate show of affection (Dan and Mick were SHOCKED when they first saw you leave with it. Leonard doesn't even let them touch it, yet he's fully letting it out of his sight with you. He's down bad).

Any flirting you attempt will send him out of his mind, even if he seems to take it in stride in the moment. He enjoys bantering with you and maintaining a snarky back-and-forth, so a lot of times he'll start on something like that, and it'll end with the two of you hardcore flirting. He can be suave when he wants, but when there's obvious romantic tension in the air because of it he chickens out every time, usually clapping you on the back before going off to join the others. He's not oblivious to how much he fumbles moments like that with you, and he overthinks it all the time whenever he's alone.

He doesn't know what the right answer is when it comes to you. It used to feel natural, and in most cases it still does, but he's largely out of his element when romance is involved and second guesses himself every time. You might think he's sending you mixed signals or leading you on, but I swear he's not, he's just bad at this. He wants so badly to be near you and to feed into the feelings he gets from it, but it's really hard for him to shake his fears. Abandonment, deceit, and betrayal have all taken their toll on him, and although he knows you've never given him any reason to doubt you, sometimes his worries just get the better of him. He doesn't want to get his hopes up for something like this that feels too good to be true, but eventually all his feelings are going to become too much for him to stomp down. They'll explode on him, and you, and when he finds out that you wholeheartedly reciprocate it'll be one of the happiest days of his life.

[yellowistheraddest]

LADIES, GENTLEMEN AND FELLOW CONTORTIONS OF THE HUMAN SPIRIT, i present to you 9 drawing requests with accompanying commentary...

request one:

honestly its not a crime but they are criminally curious to learn the rich history of Dallas in 1963! i mean arent you curious, you should google what happened there on november 22nd!!!

request number 2:

OH BABY you know i love making people feel :( my most popular post is characters crying so i was supposed to have fun with it but 3 people hugging - dude, i was no the verge of insanity and in the end pearl just kinda got swallowed up and disappeared.

[[7 MORE UNDER CUT!!]]

request tres:

coming from the last drawing i was still on the 'lmao get sad' bandwagon, and simon and athena they have lived through somethings so once again i drew people crying :D so heres a drawing of little athena and her goth uncle having a nice little hug and nothing ever went wrong

request četiri:

by now everyone should know that my favourite AU is these two bastards meeting before phoenix became a lawyer; ya know so he doesnt need to break his back trying to learn law as an art student - not that he learns much as he doesnt know what a cross examination is in his first case,,

request pénte:

this request marked the second day of drawing.

now,, i might have not read the request before i drew sooo i kinda just drew them taking a selfies at a steel samurai con so i kindly edited the second drawing to contain a peace sign. [the plush is the hellish creature named the iron infant [from AAI i think] and i bet its like the worst character in the franchise and these two will definitely burn it when they get home]

request numero sześć:

now i swore to never post kissing on here so i spare myself of the cringw when i look back later, so just dont read the first half and enjoy the way i found out you cant really draw flicking without making a comic. like the motion is so small yet so powerful how do you draw that?!?!?!?!?!? this looked miles better in my brain...

request shtatë:

you know what else is like rocks? big frozen chunks of ice, like the one here :D

RIP LMAO

request huit:

ah the t4t to end all t4ts. ron is definitely a guy to fall at first sight and bro desiree is the definition of girlboss

also people forget that larry was rons coworker and i need more content of those two because they are just wildly opposite

[edit: ''sir are good'' HUH??? brother i need to go to sleep and just not draw for the next millenia]

now we have arrived at the end of our trip...

you may be thinking "yellow, you said that there were 9 drawings!"

YES, but no.. theres probably a reason behind this but when i opened my inbox and saw this was like a game character who was stun locked. i mean look at this, aka request number NINE:

love ya to death, babes, but please get some rest because i think you forgot to write in the characters you wanted to see. despite that i decided to draw what you requested:

now just imagine whichever characters you waant in those places! wait was your request an investment so you can have an infinite amount of ships inserted into this pose???

anywho, ummmmm.. yeah Now we have reached the end - but do not fear, im not dying or going away. im still going to be here on my ace attorney bullshit as long as my brain can stand.

sadly i have to say GOODNIGHT, LADIES, GENTLEMEN AND FELLOW CONTORTIONS OF THE HUMAN SPIRIT. may we meet once again when the planets align and it rains in the greatest depths of the ocean o7

[gatitties]

Mute: O6. Locked up

O1. Flowers / O2. Friends! / O3. Study / O4. Ice-cream / O5. Sick / O6. Locked up / O7. Fight / O8. Friends? / O9. Grateful / 1O. Wishes

@chiyoso

"Man, I still don't know how someone like you can be friends with volleyball freaks."

You raised an eyebrow with a blank expression, the girls in the club were commenting on the weird friendship you had with the boys. You just shrugged, they really are different from what people say about them, they're not that intimidating.

"Well, enough talk, we have to finish planting the roses."

The three of you finished early so now you were buying some food for the team, you even looked like their manager, surely they would have asked you if you weren't in a club but your help was enough for them. You greeted the coach who was already used to seeing you there, he asked you for help to distribute the bottles along with towels, it seemed that today the practice had been extended because of Inter High, the date was approaching and they had to be concentrated.

"Thank you very much!"

Goshiki bowed, you laughed silently patting him on the back.

"Could you help us with something?"

Semi politely asked. You nodded, you just had to throw the ball for both Shirabu and Eita to set up Ushijima while Tendou blocked. You really loved watching them play. When they finished, you helped to clean up everything, even though they told you it wasn't necessary, you did. Practically everyone had already left, you were gathering your things when you heard some knocks coming from the men's locker room, surprised you observed how everyone seemed to be outside chatting, you shrugged leaving your things on the bench to take a look. The knocking stopped when you approached the door, you waited a few seconds to open it, there was no one in sight, you advanced another step and you got scared when you saw how a certain redhead screamed.

"Don't let the door-!" a dull noise was heard behind your back "close..."

You looked at the door, you pushed again and again but it seemed to be stuck, you kicked, you knocked but nothing worked. You turned to look at Tendou who was sitting on the ground staring at nothing.

"Tell me, do you have your phone there?"

You denied.

"Great."

«And your phone?»

"Dead."

«Oh...»

You pulled some of your locks back to sigh heavily, slid your back down the wall until you were sitting in front of Satori, he was watching you intently.

«How long do you think it will take them to realize we're not there?»

He put his hand to his chin, striking a thoughtful pose but with a funny expression.

"Minimum half hour."

You put on a bad face, you didn't like being locked up and even less so in a locker room where you can't do anything.

"Okay, okay, let's do something to distract ourselves."

You thanked with a smile. You spent a while thinking about what to do until you decided to have a staring contest which you constantly lost. Tired of losing, you did nothing again, with your arms crossed looking at the ground as if it were the most interesting thing in the world. You felt arms around your waist and lifted you off the ground, you just watched as he placed you on his lap, you were turning your back on him so he started playing with your hair, relaxing you.

"Do you have a hair tie?"

You looked at him strangely but you still gave him one that you used to have on your wrist in case the hair bothered you. He started to group your hair to make different hairstyles that didn't turn out very well, surely you would have tangled hair after this, in the end he ended up making you a weird braid but at least he tried.

"Hey, hey, I want you to comb my hair too!"

Now he was positioned so that when you turned you could comb him, with nothing else to do you started combing his hair with your hand, running your fingers through some strands you noticed that his hair was really soft and silky. You inadvertently spent fifteen minutes braiding his hair in small pieces, when you were done you patted him on the back so you could see him. Your cheeks took on a little pink color when you saw how he smiled at you with his eyes closed, adding the braided hair on the sides made it look even cuter.

"I know I'm handsome, but I feel like you're undressing me with your eyes."

He dramatized taking a hand to his head and waist, looking at you out of the corner of his eye. Have you been watching for so long? He let out a laugh at your confusion and nervousness, at that moment you looked like a lost puppy in his eyes. He couldn't help but pull your cheeks until they were red, you tried to stop him but you failed letting him do what he wanted.

"Tendou, you're going to hurt her."

The stoic voice resounded throughout the locker room, they had finally realized it, you were mentally grateful that Ushijima distracted the redhead to get out of his grip and pinch his arm for not leaving you alone, he only complained making a mockery.

«I wish I had spent more time with her»

He looked at you out of the corner of his eye as you gathered your things and returned to your room saying goodbye to them.

«I should spend more time with him»

You closed the door of your room, fiddling with the hair tie that you had used to tie your hair, still with the image of the boy present in your mind.

«What are you doing to me?»

[circusinthewalls]

☆ Fashion Me a Blessing ☆

Late night meetings full of droning voices and men you can't stand in stuffy board rooms for hours on end, then the grating lights of Nueva York's cityscape on your taxi ride home.. Your head is throbbing, but Miguel knows better than anyone just what you need to take that edge off.

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Tags: Soft Miguel O'Hara, AFAB Reader, Gender-Neutral Terms, Oral Sex, Reader-Receiving, If You Squint , Sub Miguel O'Hara, just a smidge, Miguel is like dangerously head over heels, Short & Sweet, Reader Orgasm, Hints of Body Worship if you look close enough, Proship DNI, MDNI

a/n: Copy and pasted directly from ao3 along with the tags. AMAB version will be up in a couple minutes. Super super shot, but I hope y'all like it. o7 [ao3 link] [Masterlist]

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Miguel can't remember how long he's had his head buried between your thighs for now. Only that it's there, and he doesn't dare to think about pulling away anytime soon. You taste fucking divine, so he'll gladly stay like this for the rest of your lives if that's what you want. Working his tongue over you slowly, occasionally pushing it in to earn a gasp, while his large hands absent-mindedly grope at your hips and thighs. He loves you, loves this. Absolutely adores doing whatever he can to make your life a little easier and express his devotion in the most physical way he knows how.

Especially when those crimson irises flick up to you now. You're sat half-slumped in the armchair, brow knitted and eyes closed, head relaxed back so beautifully. It's such a stark contrast compared to when you first came in the door. When you looked just about ready to rip some poor asshole's tie off and strangle them with it. When you'd stopped cursing under your breath and kicking your shoes off to take him up on the offer of some 'relief', and then promptly dragged him forward by the hair when he was finally on his knees in front of you.

You tug lightly again now, hips subconsciously grinding forward a little. Of course, he eagerly obliges. Looping his arms under your thighs and taking stronger hold of your waist, he doubles his efforts. His nose does most of the work pressed so firmly against that precious bundle of nerves, but his mouth employs equal fervor in bringing you closer to a blissful orgasm.

The breathy moans and shuddered expletives you let out are all the motivation he needs, and he doesn't stop even as you're cumming into his mouth. No. Instead he works you through it, loosing some satisfied noises of his own while you weakly buck and grind against his face.

When you do at last settle he pulls off, face an absolute mess with you.

"Better, amor?" he asks in a quiet rumble.

You're not in any state to properly respond, exhausted and now teetering on being a bit fucked out while you bask in the afterglow, but you hum appreciatively and give a small thumbs up. His mouth tugs into a smile at the sight.

"Good."

Writing not permitted for reposting, transcription, translation or to use with AI technologies.

[miscellaneoussmp]

Doing my part for the guapoduo/spiderbit enjoyer community o7. Anyway, here's Cellbit admiring a sleeping Roier:

Cellbit came back home late, as always. It's a busy job, being the main investigator on the island. He ran a hand through his hair as he walked up the stairs to his and Roier's shared bedroom. He felt a bit of dread–he thinks it's dread–as he enters the room. He knows Roier won't be waiting for him, waiting to give him a kiss goodnight, and it hurts. Cellbit feels a bit selfish for feeling this way. His husband deserves to rest, and if this is the only way for Roier to rest, he'll wait. Roier is made of pure sunshine, and it's only natural for the sun to hide every once in a while. Maybe it's unhealthy, but Cellbit isn't in a place to talk about healthy coping mechanisms.

Cellbit sits on the side of the bed, looking back at Roier. He's lying on his back, hands folded over the space between his chest and stomach. His chest rises and falls softly with every breath. Dark hair covers the top part of his face, ending over the middle of his nose bridge. Discarded bandana laying on the pillow next to Roier's head. Cellbit knows there's dark circles hidden under the hair. He hopes that they'll disappear, eventually. He moves the dark hair out of his husband's face in order to press a kiss to his forehead. Roier is breathtakingly handsome even still fast asleep. Cellbit presses another kiss to his nose, and Roier's nose scrunched up in response. Cute. He knows Roier can't reciprocate in the moment. Cellbit just wants him to know that he isn't alone. For a few moments, Cellbit sits still, just staring at his husband's sleeping form. He decides to grab Roier's hand, holding it. The brunette is gentle so as to not wake him. Eventually, he crawls into bed and lets sleep over take him.

When Cellbit wakes up in the morning, Roier doesn't. He ignores how it hurts not to see brown-red eyes looking back at him. Though, Roier moved a bit now laying on his side with one of the blankets covering part of his face. Cellbit leans over and presses a kiss to Roier's cheek. He goes about the rest of his day, trying to focus on what's in front of him. Cellbit is needed, necessary even to figure out the answers to everything going on. He comes home late, as always. Roier's still asleep, not having moved much from this morning. Cellbit sits on the bed and leans back against the headboard. One of Roier's hands is peaking out from under the covers, and Cellbit goes to hold it in his own. He softly explains what he did during the day and how others are doing. He doesn't want Roier to feel alone.

While pressing another kiss into the sleeping's forehead, Cellbit wonders what Roier is dreaming about or if he's even dreaming at all. Cellbit hopes that they're happy dreams. He hopes, a bit selfishly, that he's in them. Roier looks peaceful as he sleeps. Cellbit has never seen a more beautiful sight. He presses another kiss to Roier's cheek before he lays down fully. Cellbit pulls Roier close as sleep takes him again. The next day comes as it always has before, and Cellbit doesn't want to leave. His husband is still as pretty as before, still as pretty as he is when awake. Cellbit sighs, then presses another kiss onto Roier's cheek. He admits outloud how much he doesn't want to leave but goes to get ready for the day.

Cellbit comes home late, as always. Roier is asleep, still. He's laid on his back again, this time with one hand on the pillow and the other over his stomach. Now that Roier's dark hair wasn't covering his face completely, Cellbit finally noticed that Roier fell asleep with his eyeliner on. He softly calls his husband a dumbass before grabbing a damp cloth. He sits next to Roier and gently tries to wash off the makeup. Cellbit pauses for a moment to trace the other's features with his free hand. Roier is as beautiful as always, Cellbit thinks he's the luckiest man in the world. He finishes his attempt at removing the leftover eyeliner. He ignores how the eyeliner looks like it had been smudged by tears, as that thought tugs at his heart. Cellbit softly talks about his day as he gets ready for bed. His glance turns to Roier, and he finds himself missing his voice and bright eyes. Cellbit joins Roier in bed for the night, but he doesn't sleep. Instead, Cellbit just watches Roier sleep soundly. His husband is beautiful sight, and he can't look away.

[ninja-knox-ur-sox-off]

Chapter 2 is up!

That's right, I DO have more writing to share HAHA. Hoping to update weekly on Wenesdays o7 Hardest thing about posting is naming the chapters

[Sample under cut]

With the extra time that ninja training and Garmadon attacks took up Kai’s grades started to drop.

There wasn’t a lot of leftover time to do homework after everything, and… 

No.

No, that was just an excuse.

He shoved another crumpled assignment into his pocket as he headed down the hall. His grades had been dropping for a while now anyways. Ninja training was just an excuse not to think about it. And not thinking about it meant he didn’t do it. Which ended in his grades only getting worse.

Nya was distracted with school, her soulmates and now ninja training too so she didn’t notice for a while. But it was only a matter of time before she confronted him on it. Running to catch up with him in the hall after school he could feel the confrontation he didn’t want to face building in her throat. He shoved his hands into his pockets and pointedly didn’t look at her.

“Kai,” she started.

“Nya,” he matched her tone. He didn’t need to see her face to know she looked annoyed. 

She spoke in hushed tones in the loud hallway, if only for sake of secrecy regarding their identities, if not he was sure she’d be talking at him a lot louder. “If being a ninja is too much to handle on top of school, maybe we should take a break.”

He grit his teeth. “It’s not about the ninja stuff.”

“You were fine before--”

“I’m a year behind, Nya, that’s not fine.”

“That’s okay, though,” she stressed, speeding up so she could step in front of him and stop him with a hand on his shoulder. He let her stop him with a long exhale through his nose, but he didn’t meet her eyes, instead keeping his gaze dropped and a little to the left, staring at a lower locker with a green ninja sticker on it. “Being a year behind is okay. But if being a ninja is gonna make you drop further behind--”

“It’s not being a ninja,” Kai snapped at her, defensiveness raising. He regretted it instantly when she took her hand off his shoulder, a little startled. “Sorry,” he rushed. Then quieter and looking away again. “Sorry. Didn’t mean to snap.”

Nya just looked at him, silent.

“I’m good at being a ninja,” Kai told her quietly. “I’m not good at…” he stopped. He opened his mouth, then closed it again. Being a ninja was the one thing he was good at. It wasn’t causing the problem when the problem was him. He grimaced a little then exhaled sharply through his nose. “Look. It doesn’t matter. I’m going to go train.”

Nya let him go without mentioning homework.

He ended up sitting in an out of sight spot under his mech with one arm out of his suit, staring at the soulmarks stretching up his arms.

Two of them had met.

He’d missed it.

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[that-spider-fan-over-there]

I HAVE WATCHED THE EPISODE but it's 6 AM so brief short reaction recap (because I wanna get back to sleep):

We really got new shots of Izuku doing laundry which would be heavily domestic then you realize it'll be the last day he'll get to feel like this for a while (iyk. yk)

That journalist and his crew were the true MVPs tried to report Japan's wave of crime and died o7

Ngl- I saw AFO on screen and only because I was sleepy I didn't see red for a few minutes. Until I saw that fusion and it was almost on sight-

Was weirded out they took away the double voice thing Tomura and AFO had going on. Like, where's the struggle for control. And weren't his eyes different? Maybe I'm being too harsh IDK

Star and Stripes, was looking forward for her being ham more than I was for the fight. Didn't disappoint (but uh insert blue sky meme here- I have no real beef I just like the drama a background actually caused XD)

The silly lottery and her Quirk explanations took me out XD

Everyday. I think to myself if she didn't essentially mentally block herself she could've taken out TomurAFO and it'll forever haunt me-

Intro and Outro's animations were really pretty! (and I'll take screenshots later because damn I need to see those individually) Just wish it had a bit more movement but eh that's a peeve of mine. 'S very good, I'm just biased against stillshots.

Am expecting the outro's card scene to change with uh. Well, it could change to 362 or 367 depending on where that one will end. I'm expecting a few scenes to change honestly but this is the one I'm actually confident as to how it could XP

All in all, solid season beginning, but I don't think it was much my thing- mostly because this arc didn't do it for me when I read it (for a few reasons but I'll let the second episode roll before I say anything). I get why some people (*cough*dangshesfine*cough*) like this one though..

Yeah that's my thoughts. I wrap this all up with one thing: He turned around in the intro and my heart actually fucking stuttered I realized I'm not ready for the mid-season finale anymore ffs-

Have a good one, now I shall sleep. Thanks for reading! Later!