#the most uneventful guy in the universe

[veikkoalen]

quite expectedly, alan is a heir of light

[purinfelix]

by midnight ⋆⭒˚｡⋆⊹₊ ⋆

pairing: carlos sainz x reader summary: you find yourself at one of the hottest parties on campus, eager to land a kiss before New Year strikes to avoid bad luck warnings: none w/c: 2.3k

a/n: i can't believe this is my first proper carlos fic even tho he's my fav driver - also is this a uni au ?? college au ?? sort of idk ... anw hope you all enjoy this and i wish you all a happy new year !! <333

As you stood in the corner of the dimly lit room, with no company other than the half-empty glass of red wine you’d been cradling for the past hour, you were beginning to question what you were doing at this New Year’s Eve party in the first place.

Of course, your mind was quick to point to the obvious reason - you had come because your friend asked you to. Because she had burst into your dorm room about a week ago with a sparkle in her eye and an invite to a party hosted by what she referred to as ‘high profile university elites’, which you understood as ‘popular kids who were yet to realise they’d already peaked in high school’. Nonetheless, her eagerness and incessant begging had somehow convinced you to trail along with her to the party and the numerous shopping trips preceding it.

You had to admit, there was a tiny part of you that was excited about it. You enjoyed going out and the occasional dance session but after an extremely stressful university semester you weren’t sure you could handle any more chaos or drama. But it was something different, something interesting - something to look forward to in the break routine your life had become. Especially since your friend seemed very insistent on the possibility of you meeting some new “hot singles”, and whilst the dig at your uneventful love life didn’t go unnoticed you let it slip considering it wasn’t entirely untrue.

Maybe it was this possibility that had urged you to tag along with her, despite not knowing any of the hosts or people she had listed out. However, if it weren’t for her constant reassurance that she would be at your side the entire night, you probably wouldn’t be standing at the front door of whatever unlucky house had been chosen to host the event, so dressed up you felt a little silly. Your hands trembled slightly at your sides and you felt stupid at how nervous you were. But, as the door opened for you by a boy who looked like he had already had too much to drink from his crooked tie, you swallowed your nerves and reminded yourself that even if you knew no on else, you had your friend to lean on.

At least, until a mere hour had passed into the party and she was nowhere to be found. She had told you she was going to go introduce herself to some other people and that she’d be back to meet you in the corner where she had left you. And the last you saw of her she had been standing a little too close to a guy you vaguely recognised from one of your marketing lectures, and hand ultimately decided best to leave her to enjoy herself - even if that meant awkwardly taking up space, biding your time, and avoiding eye contact with anyone.

Your friend had discussed at length, and much to your dismay, about how this wasn’t just any old New Year’s Eve party like one thrown at a frat house. Rather this was one organised by your university’s wealthiest, most popular, most talented students - which had been one of your biggest turn-offs from it initially. And as you leant against the corner of some vintage-looking wallpaper, you couldn’t help but observe the atmosphere that reeked of elitism, snobbery and daughter laughter. People around you chattered away without cares in the world, donning clothes that surely came from stores you weren’t wealthy enough to know of. Others danced in the centre of the dimly lit room, some moving with elegance and others waved their arms around, drunk on a mixture of whatever expensive bottles their peers had brought.

But, to your surprise, there was something - or rather someone - that managed to catch your eyes from the other side of the room. It was what seemed like the only other person not involved in some sort of conversation, dance circle, or the lips of whatever partner they had brought. And it seemed he had noticed you too by the way his deep brown eyes had locked onto yours, even in the shadowy lighting from where he sat on the cough. He was handsome, there was certainly no denying it, especially not when the eye contact and the slight quirk of his lips alone were enough to make your heart rate quicken. You took a shaky sip from your glass, watching as he ran a large hand through his dark hair that was styled in a way you could only describe as ‘princely’, the gold cufflinks on his shirt sleeve flashing as he did.

He’s way out of your league and your tax bracket, you remind yourself. But there’s something about the way this handsome stranger is looking at you that makes you feel compelled to him. Almost like he’s cast an invisible string around your waist and is slowly pulling you towards him. A grandfather clock in the corner tells you there’s less than half an hour until midnight and the strike of New Year’s, and until you can get out of here without missing too much. Half an hour to work up the courage to go up to him, talk to him, to do anything other than stand her paralysed under his intense, yet insanely attractive, gaze.

Your feet unstick themselves and go to take a step in his direction, until your friend appears suddenly around the corner, her hand already on your wrist. She’s talking to you about some people you “just have to meet”, half dragging you with her to the kitchen. But your eyes are still stuck on him, and he watches you go with an expression that’s equal parts amused and disappointed that your charged staring competition didn’t last longer.

You find yourself in a circle with three other people, forcing a smile on your face and trying your best to act as if you care while your friend introduces you to them. One’s an engineering major, the other in medicine, and the last you can’t even bother to remember, your brain busied with plans on how to get back to the lounge, and the handsome stranger. You nod incessantly as your new company drones on about final exams and papers, eager to have the conversation done with you.

“Well, seems like there’s not much time left until midnight,” one of them says, which catches your attention, and your friend laughs along.

“And you know what they say about a New Year’s kiss, hm?” she chimes in, “that failing to lock lips with anyone after the countdown will bring in a whole new year of loneliness!” She nudges your arm and you swallow the urge to make some excuse, settling on rolling your eyes with a resigned smile.

“You found the lucky guy yet?” the engineering major says, looking directly at you with a suggestive sort of look.

As if summoned by the question, you spot something out of the corner of your eye. A familiar tuft of dark hair snakes its way around the kitchen hallway - it’s him. Now that the two of you are standing you truly get a sense of how tall he is, and you can definitely see that the dark suit he’s wearing is doing his figure justice. He moves quickly, purposefully, as he pours himself another drink and is already making his way out of the kitchen. Though, not before looking back and shooting you a quick smile. The sight renders you incapable of speech and basic function, as you go to take a sip of your own drink and instead spill your glass’ remains onto your dress.

Your little circle erupts into groans and worried cries, your friend trying her best to laugh off the total fool you’ve made of yourself in front of them. Luckily though, it seems the handsome stranger didn’t stay long enough to witness your little accident, so you don’t mind too much as your friend ushers you off to one of the bathrooms, pushing past bodies that move along to the pulsing music. Your head throbs as your friend shoves you in and shuts the door behind her.

“I can’t believe you,” she sighs, grabbing handfuls of toilet paper and throwing them at you as you sit on the closed toilet seat, “that was so embarrassing, and you’ve completely ruined the dress we spent ages picking at.”

You clearly couldn’t care less as you dab at the large stain on your dress with indifference, as she paces back and forth and waves her hands around to express her frustration.

“It’s really not that big of a deal, they all seemed like assholes anyways,” you mutter. Your quip seems to calm her down as she takes a seat on the bathtub rim. She takes a moment to glance at her phone in her hand before letting out a tired sigh.

“And now there’s less than three minutes until midnight and neither of us is getting a New Year’s kiss.”

“There’s nothing keeping you in here with me, you know,” you say, a smile in your voice as you watch her expression turn hopeful.

“You really wouldn’t mind?”

“I mean, I don’t really want to spend New Year’s Eve alone but I don’t want you to as well, I think I’ll manage.”

She lets out a squeal, pulling you in for a quick hug whilst being careful not to get any of the red wine you’ve spilled on your dress onto hers.

“I’ll meet you outside in half an hour,” is the last thing she says to you before turning and leaving the bathroom to rejoin the crowd that’s formed to count down the seconds until midnight. It’s almost funny that you’re alone once more, only now with a gigantic red stain and under the harsh white light of this lavishly decorated bathroom. Sitting back against the toilet, you close your eyes and try your best to enjoy this moment of peace, and ignore the fact that this may just signal another year of loneliness - as your friend mentioned. You can hear the partygoers outside getting ready, pulling out tiny confetti canons and ushering others into the lounge.

“10!”

“9!”

Suddenly, the door opens and you jerk up to scold your unwelcome intruder. That is until you notice it’s him, the handsome stranger. He looks equally surprised to see you until you realise he probably wasn’t expecting anyone to be sitting alone in the bathroom during the countdown to New Year’s. Your throat is dry but you still manage to croak out some form of a response.

“What are you doing here?”

“I could ask you the same thing,” he says, and you notice he’s almost panting. You gesture to the stain on your dress with an expression that says “duh”.

“Oh, right, well I just wanted to get away from all the chaos and loudness, you know.”

“8!” The crowd outside keeps going, and they seem to be getting louder.

“You didn’t find any lucky girl to kiss when midnight struck?” you say, trying your best to make light of how insanely awkward this interaction is. He rubs the back of his neck and looks down at his feet shyly.

“Well I did, she was standing in the corner of the room all alone,” he takes a couple of steps towards you and his voice is sheepishly quiet.

“7!”

“She sounds like a loner,” you retort and he lets out a dry laugh. You’re trying to play it cool and act as if you’re not dying to just kiss him already, because you know that’d be too forward, especially for someone like you at a party like this.

“Well, I thought she was beautiful, at least until she got dragged away by her friend.”

“6!”

“Really?”

“Yeah, but then I saw her later in the kitchen talking to some guys and figured she’d be more interested in them.”

“5!”

“I’m sure they were boring,” you decide to play along with his game.

“Really?”

“Yeah, and I’m sure she would’ve much rather been talking to you instead of them, and hearing her friend talk about how if she didn’t kiss someone by midnight she’d have to deal with another year of being single,” this catches his attention, his eyebrow quirking up alongside a smirk spreading across his face.

“Really?”

“4!”

“Yep, until she spilled a bunch of wine on this dress she bought and ended up in the bathroom trying to clean it off.”

“3!”

”Sounds unfortunate.” He’s towering over you now, looking down at you with a softness in his eyes and a playfulness in his tone.

“Extremely.”

“2!”

You finally find the strength to stand up too, and almost immediately his hand finds its way around a strand of your hair, twirling it absent-mindedly. It moves to your cheek, then your chin, which he cups softly so that he can look into your eyes properly. You feel on fire underneath his touch. At this distance, he’s breathtaking. His eyes are almost enchanting and you feel tiny underneath their gaze, swallowing a lump nervously. He watches you intently, eyes flickering between his own and your lips - it’s clear what he’s thinking.

“1!”

The crowd outside erupts into cheers and the popping of confetti canons, but you’ve forgotten about them immediately as his lips crash into yours with a passion you realise haven’t experienced in a while. It’s not forceful though, it’s too perfect to be anything else. His hands snake around your body and support you - almost lifting you up into him, and you let him, your body turned to jelly under his touch. All the night’s eye contact, the silent messaging, the tension, has been squeezed into this single kiss and it just about knocks you off of your feet. Finally though, your lips separate, and you feel so dazed you can hardly form words.

“Carlos,” he says heavily.

“Huh?” you mumble, mind still processing.

“My name, my name is Carlos.”

“Oh, right, Happy New Year Carlos.”

[l33bang24]

Night Terrors

Han Jisung x GN Fem reader

Summary: The reader has a terrifying nightmare about an event that unfolds in a fanfiction series involving her boyfriend. When she wakes up, her boyfriend is by her side, offering comfort and reassurance.

⚠️Warnings⚠️: nightmares, crying, blood, bruises, gashes, gore (let me know if I missed anything)

(Big thanks to @heybrownieboy for letting me use her Of Chaos and Spirits series to write about!! I hope you enjoy this short story ☺️)

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Y/N’s POV

Today has been relatively uneventful. I initially intended to tackle some household chores due to my extra free time. However, I spent most of the day in bed, browsing through Tumblr and reading Stray Kids fanfiction. I typically try to avoid delving too deep into fan fiction about the guys, mainly because whenever Lee Know caught me reading a spicy story involving him, he never let me live it down.

I was looking through the Stray Kids fake text tag and came across an alternative universe series called Of Chaos and Spirits. I had seen it before when scrolling through my feed, but I never read it. The storyline starts with the female protagonist having extraordinary psychic abilities since birth. Not only can she see spirits from beyond the grave, but she can also communicate with them and other supernatural entities. To conceal her remarkable gift, she adopts the alias Eris. The author ties the reader to the group by having a supernatural entity haunt Jeongin.

As I delved into the story, I was engrossed in a scene where the protagonist and her friends converse about banishing a demon from a bathroom vent. The tension rises when Beomgyu alerts the group chat about his belief that Jeongin is being haunted. The plot thickens as I continue reading. However, I was taken aback when the protagonist suddenly becomes alert and turns her attention towards a fountain, sensing something peculiar in that direction.

The man before her had bloodshot eyes, and they seemed to be staring right back at her. His torn pajama set was caked in mud and stained with blood, while his skin displays an array of bruises and bumps. He also had a deep, ragged gash across his neck. It was dripping puss from an infection surrounding a large splotchy purple scrap. The chains dangling from each limb made him stand out the most.

As the story continues, I find that two of the members of the group were not only kidnapped but murdered by something that wasn't human. One was Lee Know, and the other was my boyfriend, Han Jisung. As I went through each chapter, certain parts made me cry, as though I could feel the emotions the author was trying to convey.

I was utterly captivated by the scene where Han was being chased. The author's illustration of his emotions made me feel like I was with him. After finishing the latest chapter, I call it a night and prepare for bed.

I was running.

I kept pushing through the pain, my lungs burning with every breath and my feet aching as if needles were embedded in them. But I refused to stop running.

I could feel a shiver run down my spine as claws scraped against the stone floor, and low growls filled the air behind me.

An army of hellhounds was hot on my heels, their fiery eyes fixed on me.

I pushed myself even harder, refusing to give in to the unbearable pain and overwhelming exhaustion pulsing through my body.

If I were caught, I knew I'd be torn to pieces, and that thought terrified me more than any pain I was feeling at the moment.

I couldn't shake the thought of being sent straight back to Hell. It was terrifying.

I found myself in a place I never wanted to be. Escaping was a blur, but I held on to the hope of finding safety soon.

The field would come into my view soon. Purgatory was safe.

As my thoughts drifted away, I failed to notice the menacing presence of the hellhounds creeping closer. Their menacing growls reverberated through my very being, sending chills down my spine.

I gazed upon the sprawling field, willing my body to surge forward faster.

A scream is ripped from my chest as teeth plunge into my neck. I fell to the ground with a wrenched cry as blood began to pool around me.

“No. No. No! Please, no!”

Grabbing at the ground, I try to lift myself off it, but it was useless.

The hellhounds had caught me, and I couldn't fight back as I felt more teeth sinking into my skin and screams of terror fell from my mouth.

As tears cascade down my cheeks, I extend my hand toward the vast field. My vision blurs and the realization of facing death once more engulf me.

“I’m sorry, Sungie.”

I jolt awake and see I'm drenched in sweat, with tears streaming down my face. My boyfriend's concerned face came into view as he gently asks, "Babygirl, can you hear me?" I nod, trying to avoid thinking about what happened. “You were screaming and crying out for me, but no matter how hard I tried to shake you awake, nothing seemed to work.” His hands rub my arms as he asks, "What happened?”

I couldn't hold back the tears any longer and broke down. Without hesitation, Jisung envelops me in a warm embrace, gently soothing me with his comforting words. His arms wrap around me, offering solace and reassurance. I nestle between his neck and shoulder blade, seeking solace in his comforting embrace. Time seems to blur as tears flow, but he gently drew me back and tenderly brushes away my tears.

As I try to calm down, I took a moment to explain to him what I had read earlier that day. I share with him the events that unfolded in the story I had read were eerily similar to what had occurred in my dream. Instead of teasing me about my fan fiction interest, he gently kisses my forehead and expresses his sympathy. "I'm sorry you had a bad dream, Jagyia. Do you want to watch a lighthearted drama on TV to take your mind off it?" Grateful for his understanding, I nod, managing a small smile.

As Jisung moves to leave the bed, I instinctively reach out and hold him back, silently dreading the return of my nightmares if I release him. He responds with a warm smile and gently tugs me along as we go to the kitchen to gather supplies for a cozy movie night. Not a word is spoken about my apprehension, and he lets me accompany him, understanding my unease.

As we reentered the room, he let me sit in his lap, where I curl into a cozy ball. By the third episode, a sense of drowsiness washes over me, and I let myself surrender to sleep, knowing that I was safe and secure in Jisung's embrace.

[what-have-i-unleashed]

you'll never take the blame like me

killer sees a familiar face. he's not happy about it.

(cw: off-screen minor character death, violence (because it's killer))

it's a pretty uneventful job all in all. the guy killer managed to lure into an alleyway behind a bar wasn't exactly a screamer. he struggled for a mere two minutes before giving up and resigning to his fate. it was honestly sad to witness, and here killer has thought that the human's indomitable will was an actual thing that he might be able to scare this guy into.

whatever. killer figures he shouldn't care about some prick who regularly terrorized monsters in the neighborhood anyway. at least this universe is marginally better now.

but to be honest, killer is starting to get bored with the killings. it was the most fun in the beginning, but over time he's started to predict what his victims are going to do, what they're going to say. trying to run away, pleading with him to no avail, threatening to call the cops. meh, it's so rote. the surprises he got were far and few between, but his boos were the most fun. they are also the few who escaped his homicidal intents intact. compared to them, his other victims are just not up to standards, sadly.

killer walks into the bar's kitchen and rummages through the cupboard to find any baking soda and vinegar. check and check. he washes the blood of his favorite knife in the sink then mixes the baking soda and vinegar together. after putting his knife into the mixture to let it wash off any blood stains, killer sits on a countertop and starts scrolling through his phone. first, quick message to his boo number one.

knife guy finished last: heya cinnabunny, gonna come over your place tonight (･ω<) evil toast: k. ill get cleaning supplies knife guy finished last: omg thanks so much babe <3

grinning, killer waits for a few minutes to see if he gets any reply back before opening his message to his boo number two, all the while cleaning his knife with water and soap again.

rattling raccoon: will be at murder's place tonight. wanna come, honey boo? power ranger: stop calling me that power ranger: wtf did you change my name power ranger: nvm power ranger: yeah i'm coming rattling raccoon: haha sure u will ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) power ranger: i'm blocking you rattling raccoon: noooo i'm just joking (>_<) rattling raccoon: ... maybe power ranger: fine. i'm not inviting you to the cookout rattling raccoon: wait what cookout rattling raccoon: babe what cookout???

as killer gets out of the bar and into the alleyway, all the while texting on his phone, he senses it - the too-familiar feeling of someone watching him. casually putting away his phone, he leans against the wall, waiting for his secret admirer to come out of the shadows.

"come on. i know you're there. don't be shy now," he calls out, idly spinning his knife like a fidget toy.

the shadows shift as someone steps out, and killer forces his shoulders to be relaxed as he sees who it is. oh great, it's that guy. color, or whatever name he goes by nowadays. they're all sanses to him anyway.

"you again, huh?" killer muses, his eyesocket giving an involuntary twitch. "do you even know when to give up?"

"i'm just passing by," color smiles hesitantly. "you don't look busy. i just want to say hello."

"hmm no. not interested," killer tosses back and starts walking out of the alleyway. he's got to about five steps when color shortcuts in front of him, making him stop in his track.

"killer-" color starts, but killer cuts him off quickly.

"listen, whatever you're gonna evangelize about, i don't want to hear it," he puts his hands along side his knife inside his pockets. "how many times do i have to tell you? i'm not him."

"i know," color says forlornly. killer would almost feel bad for the guy, if it wasn't for the fact that he's standing in his way right now, dragging around that baggage of his that killer doesn't want to touch with a ten-foot pole.

"then why are you here?" he asks, trying to look as unconcerned as he can. his unwanted visitor looks at him with an undecipherable expression on his face before replying.

"things are... happening - big things. i just want to warn you beforehand, as a courtesy. no strings attached, i promise."

that's the thing about color. he's infuriatingly attuned to killer's wants and needs, almost to a creepy degree. he knows what to say to killer, and he knows what to do with him. killer can see why any other version of him would be interested in the guy, but he won't. even when his script is telling him to. even when his entire being is forcibly drawn to the alluring prospect of completing his happy ending.

(no. never again.

he will carve his own path. his own happy ending.

no one controls him. no one.)

"spill then. quickly. i have other things to tend to."

killer can tell color is curious, but he remains tight-lipped about his private life as always. let color guess what the serial killer does in his free time - that'll keep him busy for a bit.

"something is brewing across the n2-verse cluster. no one's got a clue what it is yet, but important people are missing, lodestars and the like. some sectors are turning destabilized, dragging other neighboring ones in the collapse too."

shit, that doesn't sound good. "it's not an error thing?"

"core frisk doesn't think so. errors are conspicuous - at least the ones we know are. there would have been tampering signs otherwise."

"n2..." killer hums. "so it's just near here." one more thing to worry about, he supposes.

"yeah. i'm just telling you to be careful," color fidgets with something under his coat. "you're an anomaly. killer variants are under more surveillance now per new emergency protocols. capture on sight."

"heh, when aren't we?" killer smirks, though his soul is beating faster than normal. color is right - this cannot be good. it will interfere with much of his work, both his personal leisure activities and his tasks with his mysterious benefactor. not to mention, his meetings with both of his friends-with-benefits. he probably needs to lay low for a while, which is not exactly something he copes with well historically.

"is that all?" killer asks, a bit wary when color shakes his head.

"... there's another thing," color says, but he's hesitant. killer braces himself, and he knows color can tell, infuriatingly enough. "your soul... how is it?"

"what," killer utters with a dead smile on his face. he tilts his head, his face half-morphed into the scary face he's been told to possess. "are you asking me out?"

"no!" color squawks, his face burning with embarrassment. "it's just- it's that- with my killer-"

"okay that's it," killer cuts him off. "i think i heard enough. can i go now?"

"... yeah, you can go."

with that, killer shortcuts to behind color and starts walking away. but not before the colorful skeleton monster has to have the last words.

"you know that you can trust me to help you, right?"

those familiar words again, and they make killer's soul pulse with something. yearning, he thinks. it's a longing of a hundred lives before him, something he has sworn to never walk again. so he squares his shoulders and briskly walks away. away from color. away from his nonexistent past and predestined future. only the present is worth his dedication.

he'll carve his own path from now on.

[sris-skies]

RESCUE SHELTER- junghoon xikers

it was odd. there was only one other person from her course who volunteered at the animal shelter, and yet the two had never spoken in the three months that they had been working together. sure there were the unspoken conversations during the volunteer hours at the animal shelter, mainly along the lines of ‘pass me the kibble?’ or ‘that’s where the nail clippers are’, leaving her with (infuriatingly) no clue on what this cute stranger’s name or interests are.  

she pushed open the door of the animal shelter, the bell above the door tinkling softly as if to announce her presence to the animals. she moved to the staff room, dropping her bag into a locker and putting on an apron and sanitary gloves. huh, the cute guy’s things aren’t here, that’s weird, he was always on shift with her, maybe he just wasn’t scheduled for today… 

she shook her head, erasing her thoughts, they wouldn’t help her whilst taking care of stray animals. her shift was quiet and uneventful, some of the animals put up a fight when taking their medicine, but that was about it. the cute boy never showed up throughout her whole shift, dampening her mood- not that she’d ever admit it. 

over the next three weeks, the cute guy didn’t show up once to his shifts at the animal shelter. she tried so hard to spot him in all of their shared classes, only to spot nothing. his unexplained absence was driving her near crazy, to the point where her friends had even picked up on her strange behaviour, begging her to tell them what was going on. once she caved and confessed that she was curious where he was, her friends laughed at her troubles, most unable to understand why she hadn’t asked his name or even tried to talk to him during their shared classes or even at the rescue shelter. 

she took a deep breath, the group of laughing boys making her feeling nervous. her friends had- after they’d stopped laughing- helped her find out who his friends were so that she could ask them about how he was doing. the cute strang- junghoon- she couldn’t keep calling him the ‘cute stranger’, especially not to his friends, was apparently very close to nine other boys at the university, all doing different courses, so hopefully, at least one of them would know where he was. 

she finally approached the group, clearing her throat softly to try and get their attention, freezing for a split second when they turned to look at her, the weight of nine pairs of eyes on her feeling intimidating. “uhm, hi, sorry to bother you guys but uhm, I volunteer with junghoon at the animal shelter and share classes with him and I haven’t seen him in a couple of weeks and I just wanted to know if he was doing ok” she said, words almost blurring together from her nerves. 

“junghoon? yeah, he’s just at home recovering, why?” one boy answered pretty quickly, seemingly genuinely confused why she was asking. “oh! you’re y/n! you volunteer at the shelter with him, don’t you? junghoonie always ta-” a different boy piped up enthusiastically, getting cut off by someone’s hand over his mouth. that was odd, how did junghoon even know her name? she didn’t even know his until half an hour ago! “uh yeah, I am y/n, I just got a bit worried…” she said hesitantly, feeling a little nervous as the group of boys began grinning kinda mischievously. “yeah, he’s just recovering at home, why don’t you drop by and pay him a visit, I’m sure he’d love that” one of them snickered, another already pulling up his address to give to her, the whole interaction becoming a fast blur that even she could barely keep up with. 

the sound of the doorbell ringing echoed in her head. ‘oh god, what if those guys were just playing a joke on me? what if this is just some random person’s house and not junghoon’s. what if he thinks i’m weird for just showing up, oh my god i am weird for showing up, i should just leav-’ her thoughts were cut off by the door opening, revealing junghoon, looking, understandably, confused as to what she was doing here. “u-uhm hi junghoon, uh, you didn’t come into the shelter or to class for the past three weeks and I got a bit worried about you so I asked your friends if I could check up on you” she said, internally cheering as she managed to get through her words without stuttering too much or sounding too much like a creep. she hoped. “oh, right. I had surgery on my knee and was told to stay at home.” he answered bluntly. his blunt answers scared her slightly, her thoughts running a little too fast for her liking. “ah, I see, well uhm, I brought you some chicken soup and a copy of my notes from the classes you weren’t present for” she said, handing over the items for him to take. he took the items, a faint smile tugging on the corner of his lips. “thanks, y/n, I should be back next week. I’ll see you then” he answered, nodding his thanks to her. catching the hint, she bid him goodbye, walking quickly away, internally cursing herself for how cold the interaction seemed. 

he watched her walk away, his smile growing a tiny bit more as he put her gifts on his table, throwing away his own notes that he’d taken from the past three weeks, having watched the online lectures instead. she really was cute, and he couldn’t wait to get better. 

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happy birthday almost twin haha! hope you feel better soon and rejoin, we miss you!

[obsessedtomone]

Unravel Yourself Before Me ⛓️ Chapter 4 - Mistakes▸Shigaraki x femReader

Chapter Summary:

◤ Honestly, what the fuck were you thinking?!

All alarms are going off in your useless excuse of a brain and you start feeling an immense amount of dread seeping into your bones. You need to take this back, right fucking now, or who knows what he’s going to—◢ Setting: University AU - No quirks (unless degenerate personalities count) Tags: Slow burn, Eventual Smut, Unhealthy/Toxic Relationships, Humiliation, Mentally Ill Reader, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Enemies to ??? Warning: Dead Dove – Do Not Eat | Mind the tags TW: Implied Su/Self H, Dubcon, Reader has a super shitty past like actually, Shigaraki Tomura is his own warning.

AO3 Crosspost | Chain Divider by firefly-graphics

Chapters: One • Two • Three • Four • Five

Chapter 4 - Mistakes

It was ninety-three MILLION fucking miles away, and somehow, the sun still manages to shine through the blinds and right into your fucking face.

You squint at your phone and then sigh.

150 missed messages from the computer science project group chat, and another eight from Taylor, making you feel more than overwhelmed.  The past one and a half weeks were pretty uneventful. 

You slept, climbed ranks in the holy trinity of Riot Games, worked at your part time job and showed up to your classes for at least half of the time. Despite trying to convince yourself it wasn’t for any reason in particular. You were especially prone to dodging your CS classes, most of them all. 

In short, you’re doing fine. The ‘free’ time you have feels boring and seemingly peaceful. And you couldn’t complain when boring was exactly what you needed—especially since most of your life was anything but. 

That being said, it’s hard to ignore that broken part of your monkey brain that craves the instability and stress you got used to growing up. You feel uncomfortable feeling comfortable, like bugs crawling under your skin and waiting, wanting for the storm to brew, so that you can fuck yourself over, the cycle of self-sabotage going strong as always. Having insane academic goals and working hard towards them helped that aspect of yourself quite a bit, but it still feels like something’s missing.

Something only years of therapy and healthy relationships with people would be able to change.

As the deadline is quickly approaching, it’s finally time to check what the project is about and do your part before your presentation on Wednesday. You glance at the unsaved numbers of three other people you’ve never previously heard of—or cared enough to learn about—being displayed on top of the chat. So you go ahead and save them, knowing you’ll remove them as soon as the presentation is over.

Scrolling down, you notice your group mates freaking out about two of the members—one being you—not sending their part in yet, despite the deadline being around two and a half days away.

Yui(I think?) — What do we do about the others, Ojiro…? :( Guys pls, I seriously don’t wanna do everything by myself.  [Sent 9:13 AM]

Mashirao(jock blondie) — Don’t worry, I’ll call them later today. If they don’t reply by then, we’re on our own I guess. We’ll have to let the professor know. They should know better than to ghost us, honestly. Honors student or not, they’re both dickheads.  [Sent 9:17 AM]

Yui(I think?) — Ahh! Stop! 💀 They can read this too!!!  [Sent 9:25 AM]

Mashirao(jock blondie) — Let them. I’m not afraid of either of them and they should feel ashamed for making us do all the work.  [Sent 10:05 AM]

You can’t help but roll your eyes at their childish hostility.

Wow, first of all, they have absolutely no faith in you. Second of all, are they like, three years old? They’re openly discussing fucking you over in a group chat that you’re literally part of. At least do that shit in your DMs, not in the open where both targets can read them.

And maybe, maybe, if you really thought about it, you know it was sort of fair. You probably are the world’s laziest, biggest procrastinator, but if they knew about your name enough to diss you, they should also know you’d never compromise your grades because you really fucking need this scholarship. 

Besides, you’re not bad at farming credits. Two days of work is more than enough for you to do your part and then some. Deeply flawed individual that you are, but a highly functioning one with a brain good enough to power up whenever you need it to. 

If anything, it’s you who couldn’t understand how these losers needed so much time to figure out their shit, when the material has always been always pretty straight forward (except when the fucking professor is too tired of his life to do his fucking job).

Yui(I think?) — Yeah so… I finally added my part to the shared cloud! If by some miracle the other two see this, you guys have access to the project too! Please please please send it in time, I don’t wanna fail CS this year again maaan ;_; We still have to prepare the talking points together! [Sent 10:30 AM]

You — ill get everything done before the deadline, assholes [Sent 2:14 PM]

You — also pro tip, if you tap the back button on the chat window, look for someone’s name and then open it, you can actually talk shit privately ;)  [Sent 2:14 PM]

Before you close the chat window, you see two rows of angry dot animations ready to cuss you out, no doubt. Too bad you can’t be bothered with irrelevant idiots.

And so you stand up, take a shower—the first one in a couple of days—and mentally prepare yourself for two weeks worth of work, squeezed into a one all-nighter and a half.

After all, in stress, you thrive.

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Thud –

After dropping your bag next to your desk, you slide in your seat. You’re petty as fuck when you do, because of course you have to pick the seat that is right beside him. 

Your favorite neighbor’s white haired head is buried in his arms, laying against his desk and probably taking a goddamn nap.

This motherfucker.

The two week creep-detox did fucking nothing for you, because you notice your disdain for him is still as fresh as it was the night at the convenience store—if not stronger. 

Not only did this asshole not fucking reply to your group in time (like you fucking did), but he also didn’t contribute to your project whatso-fucking-ever. In fact, he’d never even read any of the chat messages. 

God are you fucking pissed at him. Beyond pissed, you’re fuming—because who else would’ve done his fucking part if it wasn’t for you? Not even! You’ve done your part, his part and then on top of everything, you had to fucking fix everyone else’s too!

Incompetent fuckers! All of them!

It bothers you so much because you really do feel like you were getting walked all over, but at least it shut those two clowns up and that was enough motivation for you to get the job done. That, and the ridiculous grades you need to get for you to keep your stupid fucking scholarship rolling every year.

You sigh, staring at the mop of white hair next to you, wishing you had superpowers so you could burn a hole through his head and melt his brain off. 

That being said, there’s two ‘interesting’ things you've found out about him during this annoying ass group project, first one being that the asshole’s name was Shigaraki fucking Tomura.

The Shigaraki Tomura.

You’d heard about his infamy over the years—never being able to put a face to the name—but nothing came even close to the stories Taylor began telling you about him. ‘Like girl, do you live under a fucking rock?!’ is what your friend asked in an extremely dramatic tone before setting off on spilling the ‘tea’ for your ‘uncultured ass’—whatever the fuck that means.

The second interesting thing you’ve found out is, that the mystery white-haired slacker isn’t just a random incel loser, who gets off on paying for strangers’ energy drinks, but also seems to be a serious anti-social, borderline criminal individual.

According to the stories, he’s now been in court more times than you can count, charged with various offenses that range from physical violence, assault, theft, vandalism, drug-related charges, to more minor ones such as trespassing and public disturbances—all of ‘em either involving students or straight up gang members. Shit you’d normally hear about from the news or in movies.

He’s friends with a bunch of other convicted criminal misfits, seems to have spent—like you—a few months in juvie and people swear he’s not all talk when he threatens to beat the shit out of you, never discriminating between genders. You’re pretty sure that this wasn’t what women fought for when they said feminism.

That alone begged the question if he was really gonna make good on the promise to fuck you up, last time you bothered him. What if you kept pestering him further? 

Thinking about it leaves your mouth dry.

There’s a reason as to why he’d managed to get out of every court case with nothing more than misdemeanors. That reason came in the shape of his daddy’s wealth and connections, a convenient ‘get out of jail free’ card and something normal people (you) could never afford. Which is why your criminal record was now forever tainted. 

A true show of society’s totally unbiased conduct towards the mighty upper class, you suppose.

But it doesn’t fucking matter what his past was like, you quickly decide, if for your own sanity. It also doesn’t matter if you can relate to the shitty overblown rumors that are circulating around. Or the fact that the two of you share so many similarities. 

What really matters now, is that he’s actively trying to jeopardize your perfect score sheet—and by extension, your scholarship—by not stepping up and contributing to the project. And you couldn’t let that slide.

Shigaraki continues resting on his desk, occasionally scratching the top of his head and yawning while not paying you any mind.

You bite the skin off of your lip anxiously, unable to wait and teach this entitled little asshole a fucking lesson for messing with you.

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Time passes and it’s finally your group’s turn. 

All of you gather in front of the lecture hall—well, all of you, save for Mr. Creep in the back corner of the room, who’s still hunched over and scrolling his phone.

If the rare upturned corners of your lips is something to go by, you’re in for some serious mischief today.

The professor opens up with a brief introduction to your project in front of the many bored students, and your group finally starts presenting. It all goes well except for the fact that, despite your age, you have this incredible stage fright. 

On paper, nothing to be ashamed of. Everyone has their weaknesses, right? But in reality, your hands are shaking uncontrollably, your voice is trembling involuntarily and you mess up most of your speaking turn, feeling like a complete fucking idiot. 

It gets worse the moment you realize that somewhere along the presentation, a pair of piercing red eyes began studying you incessantly. His sudden attention on you makes your body sweat about three times the amount everyone else’s would combined. It’s insanely jarring, in the worst fucking sense. You scoff, thinking that he might as well have pinned you to the wall. 

It’s like he knows you’re up to some bullshit. Like he could smell it. There’s no way he actually could, but the tiny guilty part of your lizard brain isn’t able to comprehend that right now, not when it feels like he’s waiting for the other shoe to drop.

Fuck him.

You steel your flimsy resolve and you try to recover your composure as much as you can, doing your best to make-believe you’re in a nice, quiet place where you could feel at peace (maybe at his funeral) and you somehow make it to the end of your stupid speaking part.

It’s easy to tell how utterly embarrassed your group mates are with your awful presentation, as their parts are much more animated, smoother and definitely confident in comparison—no students snorting or snickering at their desk neighbors during the time they presented. 

But it doesn’t particularly bother you aside from a slight hit to your ego, because you know this professor will read the documentation and ultimately see the amount of work you’d put into the written part of the project. Your shitty teammates could glare at you all they wanted, but you did more than half of the fucking project on your own and that would lead to one thing only—a great fucking score. 

Who needs social skills—not that you were blessed with any—when your future job will probably only require you to sit behind a screen most of the day? That’s something you’re already really fucking good at, to a detrimental point. It’s a real miracle that you made it so far in life without your vision getting much worse than it already is.

“Very good,” the professor says simply.

He begins praising the sturdiness of the project, mentioning your name and making you cringe when he inevitably points out the bumpy part—your bumpy part—of the presentation. Overall, he seems quite impressed with the quality and the execution and promises to email everyone their scores once he’s done correcting them.

“However,” you hear him talk again, his following sentence filling you with unbridled giddiness, “I seem to notice you’re missing a member of your group?” The professor trails off with a furrowed brow as he stares at his notes. “I’m positive I’ve assigned everyone four people, except for the previous group who was the only exception in this class. Your project however, only mentions the three of you. Why is that?” 

He flips through the papers and checks on his barely-working laptop as well, checking for something akin to an error on his part.

“No, you are correct, sir,” you chime in mischievously, “Mr. Shigaraki over there—” you speak up and your eyes meet his unexpectedly focused ones.

His expression seems to turn into one of intrigue, maybe at the prospect of your little scheme. He’s definitely sitting a little straighter than before. Listening. As if this class finally became interesting to him, opposed to almost falling asleep in his chair earlier.

You clear your throat after feeling it contract with a pang of anxiety and continue, “—decided that we weren’t worth his precious time, and sadly did not contribute to our project whatsoever.” You finish your sentence while glancing at your fingernails before completely throwing him under the bus. “In fact he dumped all of his work on us and decided to not communicate. I—um, we thought it was for the best that he shouldn’t take credit over all of our weeks of hard work, sir.”

You almost slipped up, but managed to recover—and then you notice how the other two NPCs in your group stare at you in horror.

Despite tactically lumping them in with you, to save you from getting in potential trouble, they did in fact not know or have any say in your decision to leave Shigaraki out—not that you cared to ask for their worthless opinions anyway. They should be happy for the free full marks that you’re confident they wouldn’t have gotten without your help.

A sly smile begins spreading on your face. 

This was it. Fuck him, his stupid mug and his shitty attitude.

Checkmate, Shigaraki, you muse to yourself, smirking and gauging the reaction of the professor who seems to be deep in thought for a moment.

When you look back at Shigaraki to check how he’s faring—

You feel literal chills running down your spine.

He’s simply… smiling at you.

A wide, creepy and weirdly calculating smile.

A smile that tells you, you’re in trouble.

Like a bucket of ice dropping over your head, you just grasp the weight of your mistake. The reason your classmates stared at you in disbelief. The reason the whole room of people stared at you in disbelief.

He is a rich trust fund kid who, according to the rumors, has a background consisting of only unpunished violence and very fucking little to lose. You are a lower class student, who fucked with him knowing the horrible stories that circled around him.

So why was it again that you decided to not believe he was capable of retaliating, even when you’d found out most students avoided him like the plague? Did you think he would be as pathetic and powerless as you were? Are you projecting again?

Honestly, what the fuck were you thinking?!

All alarms are going off in your useless excuse of a brain and you start feeling an immense amount of dread seeping into your bones. You need to take this back, right fucking now, or who knows what he’s going to—

“I see,” the professor interrupts your train of thought, scratching the stubble on his chin thoughtfully before speaking again, “To be honest with you, I’m considering disqualifying your group’s entire project, for the simple fact that the bunch of you made such a hasty decision, and did not think of consulting with me first to find a solution.”

You feel your gut twist even harder and your two classmates are now rightfully glaring daggers at you.

“I will however opt to only cut your score by twenty percent, because it really is an outstanding project, but I expect this to serve as a reminder that I—do not—tolerate insubordination, and this instance is not to be repeated by any of you.” The professor looks at your group, then at Shigaraki himself. “Have I made myself properly understood?”

You feel shame burn your cheeks red as you nod before the figure of authority, but the boy in the back wasn’t listening anymore.

It was as if the rest of the world—save for the two of you—ceased to exist at that moment.

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it's been a decade but i'm still not over the insanity that is the movie Jupiter Ascending

spoilers ahead, but this movie was slammed when it was released. sitting pretty at a 27%/38% on rotten tomatoes, it was critiqued on essentially every single aspect by a large majority of viewers. almost everyone hated it. almost.

i can't speak for what the the wachowskis actually intended, but this movie is a homage to every 12 year old dreamer writing acidentally self insert stories with unrestrained enthusiasm.

the main character played by Mila Kunis is named Jupiter. no literally. Jupiter Jones.

movie opens with Jupiter living an uneventful, monotonous life. there's a montage of her waking up early, going to work as a house cleaner, waking up early, going to work as a house cleaner, repeat.

within 20 minutes of runtime she is about to be murdered by aliens but is saved bridal carry style by channing tatum rolling in on hover skates. yes exactly what you're picturing. he also has a laser gun that barks when he shoots it. no im not kidding.

channing tatum is a wolf man hybrid. his name is Caine Wise. yes, "dog man", exactly, his name is literally Dog Man. he has pointy ears. "breed for the military but that didn't work out for me". after he saves Jupiter, she is unconscious and wakes up with a gun next to her bc Caine "thought it would make her feel better". he is Guarded and Rough yet Kind and Gentle.

it is later in the movie revealed he used to have wings, pretty feather angel-wings looking wings, but they were ripped off because he broke the rules. he has scars on his back. it's all very man pain. the movie makes a poorly masked point of talking about how he's a wolf man without a pack while the camera is pointed at Jupiter.

Jupiter spends most of the movie fluctuating between fainting, being kidnapped and holding her own against people wanting to kill her. you know, she's Powerful and Cool and Kickass but also has hunky yet sensitive men saving her. at one point a man who planned to murder Jupiter insults her and Caine with asks "may i kill him" but Jupiter says no so he doesn't. (she has a guard dog she literally has a guard dog im-).

she has several wardrob changes and she's either dressed in flannels, snassy space movie outfits or the most beautiful dresses you could imagine.

another character is Stinger Apini played by Sean Bean. he's a human honey bee hybrid. im still not joking. he gets little gold hexagon in his eyes sometimes. he uses "beeswax" as a swear.

while Caine and Stinger have a little "you betrayed me last time we saw each other" fight, a bunch of Stinger's bees start swarming Jupiter, following her movements like some kind of avatar water bending powers. this means she's royalty. because "bee's are genetically designed to recognize royalty" (sean bean says this with a completely straight face for which he deserves an award). Jupiter is space royalty. queen, to be exact. she's queen of a bunch of planets, including earth.

Jupiter Jones, normal human girl from a boring, monotonous life, is Queen of Earth.

she's one of the most important people in the universe and has a hot wolf man saving her at every turn. this movie was written for every little sensitive, creative child inside the heart of a adult clinging to their imagination and dreams.

the movie has about eight bad guys but oscar-winner and acclaimed actor eddie redmayne plays the top bad guy. eddie did this movie coming off the backs of Les Misérables and The Theory of Everything. i can only assume he the casting director knew about a murder he’s committed and blackmailed him into doing this movie.

eddie's character name is Balem Abrasax (a fine, 'character name generator'-name) and he either whispers or blows out the speakers.

one hour into the movie it takes a break and does a 'space bureaucracy is like the DMV'-bit as Jupiter, with the help of a robot named Intergalactic Advocate Bob, tries to claim her title as queen. there's a montage where they are sent around to get documents so they can get other documents so they can get other documents only they can't get those documents before submitting the first document and-

jupiter gets a cool glowing tattoo on her wrist and then the movie jumps back into space opera and she's kidnapped and saved a few more times.

jupiter tries so hard to seduce Caine but he resist bc He's Broken and Dangerous and Does Not Deserve Her. the third act kicks off with Jupiter (the person) inside Jupiter (the planet) with Balem who will most certinly hurt her, so Stinger give Caine a pep talk about how much he loves Jupiter and he has to go save her.

mind, they've known each other for about two days and Jupiter has been kidnapped three times so they've only spent about half of that time together. but it's TRUE LOVE goddamnit. Caine looks like he's about to cry when Stinger tells him to go after the girl. then he sets his jaw very masculinely and proceed to fly a little spacecraft though the storm clouds dodging lightning

they kiss during the last fight, defeat the last bad guy and then movie cut to later. now Jupiter is waking up early and happily go about cleaning houses, only she pauses to look at the glowing tattoo on her wrist proving she owns Earth and after work she goes on a date with her wolf man boyfriend who got his wings back so now she uses the hover boots and they go flying together. the end.

movie has so many stupid little quips and bits and funny quotes. the amount of fanfic tropes used would kill you if you did a take a shot-game. it's so silly. so so silly. it's stupid and the pacing is atrocious and the dialouge is so campy it hurts sometimes and the action scenes are a mess of visual effects than nearly give you motion sickness and they are about ten minutes each which is nine minutes to long and i love this movie with all my heart.

it's the most comfort movie to ever comfort. it's little younger me sitting up at night dreaming up insane stories. it's younger me pretending to hoverboard alongside the car on long drives. it's wanting to feel special and loved and go on cool adventures. it's endless imagination wrapped up in a stupid little story with stupid little characters with stupid little names written with pure love for the child inside every creative person.

i will die defending this movie. go watch it

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Remember a Time XI

Series:  (Pt.1), (P.t 2), (P.t 3), (P.t 4), (P.t 5), (P.t 6), (P.t 7), (P.t 8), (P.t 9), (P.t 10) Wanda Maximoff x Fem! Reader, Natasha Romanoff x Fem! Reader ;) (High school Au ) No Powers Word count: 1904 A/n: Things are starting to get serious. I am trusting the process, everything will fall into place, hopefully. I hope you peeps enjoy the story so far I appreciated you all. Some love to the annon that sent me a message. (U know who you are <3)

Your first year of college was rather uneventful. Well that's what you liked to tell people, but in all honesty it was absolutely horrible. You and Natasha had entered this new chapter of your lives together and on the same page. You couldn't help but feel that by the end of the first semester you guys were reading two completely different books. Natasha was a go-getter she was impeccably amazing at everything she decided to put her mind to. She had chosen a very demanding Law major and on top of that she would give her all to train and practice to be the best. You didn't choose the easiest major, but it was lax compared to Natasha's 3 hours worth of reading each night. Business management was something that you felt somewhat passionate about. Your father had a somewhat large company that he built from the ground up. And you were fond of the idea of picking up the mantle when your time came. But you also had fun, a lot of fun. 

Once your mother found out you would be attending UCLA she made sure that you got everything in order to pledge to her old sorority. You'd never been the type to think that you would try out let alone fit in and thoroughly enjoy being a part of. You only pledged to your mothers old sorority and once the fact that you were a legacy came up you were welcomed with relatively open arms. "How's pledge week going, please tell me you're not being hazed by some weak blonde bimbo." Natasha said as you walked into your apartment. "No... I'm being hazed by a hot blond bimbo." You joked, chuckling at Natasha's disgruntled look. "Not cool.." She huffed "People don't do that anymore, but I think that I really like it there." She smiled. "I'm glad that we’re both finding our place." She said walking towards you and engulfing you in a tight hug and giving you a chaste kiss on the lips. 

That would be one of the last moments you had with her that didn't end up with the both of you fighting. You absolutely hated having arguments with her but the universe just seemed to want to pull you apart. Freshman year was a year of discovery, you learn a lot about yourself and your limits unfortunately sometimes you can get caught up in all that freedom to grow and and honestly lack of adult supervision. You'd become an avid party goer and maybe a tad bit of an alcoholic. Natasha was busy most days, her schedule was packed and you couldn't complain all the contrary you admired her dedication. But the lack of seeing each other was creating friction because when she could see and spend time with you, you were at a party or hungover, or busy yourself trying to catch up with school work. "We can't keep going like this Y/n what's happening to us?" Your tears were muted, you felt her sadness and yours. This was only going one place and you both knew it. 

Natasha was having a hard time. It took a long while for her to adjust to not being near her family, then it took her even longer to adjust to being with you in this new phase of her life. School was stress inducing to say the least of course she had things under control but that didn't mean she didn't stress all the contrary she only had it under control because she stressed. Soccer was as good as it could get. She only really pushed herself so hard because it relieved some of the stress she was feeling. All of her teammates were likable and trust worthy. There was one teammate in particular though that she could really see as a good friend and that would be Maria Hill, team captain. She had taken Natasha under her wing and taught her the ropes. There was something more there and she could feel it. A small wince or a clench of the jaw every time she mentioned you. There was something there and it was driving Natasha crazy. She'd promised Wanda and herself she wouldn't hurt you, and here she was considering it. 

It always came down to Wanda didn't it.

"I-i Natasha, maybe we should..." Your phone rang in your pocket with the last number you'd think would call you. It was Pietro, you were shocked to say the least. "I think that I should take this..." You motioned to the phone in your hand. Natasha nodded, wiping a tear from her eye too busy trying to compose herself to notice who was calling. "Is this Y/n's number? " The voice on the other end sounded unfamiliar. "Yes, I'm sorry but who is this and why are you calling from my friend's phone?" The person on the other end sighed. "Um, Y/n It's me Vision. Listen, you might want to take a seat or something." Your heart rate picked up and your shoulders tensed. Natasha noticed and she herself began to brace. "Pietro he um, he's been in an accident Y/n." Your heart ached, your hand moved to your chest, tears immediately welling in your eyes. "It's not looking good." His voice was heavy with sorrow. "She told me to call you..." Your heart broke at that, Wanda. "I'll get the next flight out, I'll be there as soon as I can. Please keep me updated." You urged. "I will just please come."   

The line dropped and your eyes finally met Natasha's. "Pietro's had a- He's been in an accident." You barely managed to get out. Natasha tried to step forward with her arms reaching for you. You moved back, your mind still reeling with what was about to come out of your mouth before you answered that phone, and the phone call itself. "I need to call Tony, He'll get me there in no time." Natasha's surprise was thinly veiled. "Y/n you're in the middle of the most important part of the semester, finals are around the corner, you can't just up and leave." Your eyes pierced hers. "I can, and I will. My friend could very well be dead right now." Calling him that felt wrong, he was more than a friend, sure things were rocky after Wanda. But you still cared immensely for him. You left her standing there in the tense silence you'd created. You dialed Tony he answered on the first ring. "Finally, my jet's waiting for you and Nat." You winced at her mention. "Just me, I'll be on the plane within the hour." Natasha drove you to the hangar, the drive was silent. It was uncomfortable, but you appreciated her being somewhat reasonable and not bringing up your conversation right now.

"I'll let you know what happens when I land." You said when you'd finally pulled up to the plane. "I think maybe you shouldn't." She said quietly, her eyes on the ground in front of you. You scoffed out a laugh, wiping the tears in your eyes. You nodded. "Noted, Goodbye" You didn't give her a chance to reply boarding the plane as quickly as possible. That flight was the longest four hours of your life. You weren't mad at Natasha you'd seen this coming just not like this. Never like this. It hurt but It would've hurt more if you'd both waited until it was too late. Tony was there when you landed . He gave you a crushing hug, which you returned. "What happened?" You asked, your voice breaking slightly. "Pietro was hit by a drunk driver on his motorcycle." You winced. "He's still in surgery. They're trying to stop all the internal bleeding." You nodded already trying to steady and strengthen yourself. Either way it was going to be hard. "Wanda, how is she?" In any eventuality it would be a lot to deal with. "No one thought this would happen, you never think something like this is coming." You only nodded. The drive there again was incredibly silent. 

Your eyes searched frantically for her, you definitely looked worse for wear no sleep and a prior maybe relationship break up was definitely taking a toll on you. When your eyes landed on her you knew she needed this... you. She looked pale, her eyes were dull, she was a ghost. You didn't look or feel any better but you knew she definitely was feeling it. Vision saw you first and quickly motioned you into the seat next to her.  He didn't bother stopping you for a greeting, he just let you be. Seating next to her was overwhelming to say the least, she still hadn't knocked out of her mind. Only thing you could think of doing was reaching for her hand. When you finally built the courage to, you reached out for her, her head barely turned to acknowledge you, but when she did it was almost an immediate her reaction. It was like the dam had finally broken and her breathing was erratic and her tears were overflowing. You pulled her up with you and into you. You put as much force as you could into the hug until she calmed down. You were just holding her. "It's not a dream..." She said into your chest. 

Your eyes watered. "It's not, but everything is going to be alright. Pietro is strong, he'll pull through." She nodded. "He has to be okay, You're here. He has to be okay." You could only hold her tighter.

Something had changed when you went back to California. Your apartment felt empty, it didn’t feel the same. It was hard to pinpoint at first but then you noticed it. Her things that were always somehow splayed in your apartment were gone. Even the most mundane things that she’d leave there were gone. Her drawer and closet space were empty. That’s when the dread came back. She'd left… 

Christmas was as bleak as it could be, it felt wrong to feel happy. You kept your word and celebrated with your parents. There wasn’t much to do, you and Tony spent a lot of time together during the month you had off of school. Surprisingly you survived and passed the semester. Things were grim, and Tony respected your space and left it alone as much as he could. Which meant that you third wheeled Tony and Pepper for the better part of a month. You avoided any and all contact with the Romanoff’s and they seemed to understand. Well all but one. “I told you not to fuck up.” You sighed. You were currently trying to open your front door. “I didn’t.” It angered you that she was letting this narrative run. You turned to look at her. “I came back, and she was gone.” You were about to continue when you heard the steps coming up behind Yelena. “I told you not to bother her.” Her voice washed over you like a bucket of cold water. 

Yelena was about to argue with her but quickly shut up when she met Natasha’s gaze. You didn’t bother shifting your gaze from your keys. Instead, you choose to turn and finish opening your door. You could hear Yelena talking from behind you. “You’re just going to let her walk away like that?” You closed the door before Natasha could answer, but you still managed to hear what she said. “Yes…”

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A bunch of other people's Sailor Moon OCs that I found notable in one way or another.

Lots 'o text below the cut.

-First off: Sumeragi-Subaru's old Sailor Moon fan characters. (AFAIK, this artist only posted to Animexx[dot]de, a German community.) The first four are her fanon Outers; the rest cover various celestial bodies and phenomena, all dating back to 1996. Finding them on an otherwise uneventful Animexx crawl a few years ago made me real happy, lemme tell ya.

L to R: Saturn, Uranus, Neptune, Pluto, Earth, Sun, Star, Rainbow, Sky, Meteorite, Comet, Milkyway.

-The cast of Azure-and-Copper's "Earth Guardian Mamoru", which was a combination Rule 63/role swap AU. (I saw "was" because the artist nuked her online presence at some point.)

L to R: Sailor Earth, Moonlight Knight, Sailor Chibi-Earth, Mars (Jadeite), Mercury (Zoisite), Jupiter (Nephrite), Venus (Kunzite), Uranus (Demande), Neptune (Esmeraude), Saturn (Rubeus), Pluto (Saphir).

(Note: Saturn's and Pluto's attributes and story roles were swapped because "lol canon is mythologically confused".)

-Sailor Sun and his team. Despite my many criticisms of jabuticaba2008's AU, I do still think the base idea is solid; spriting these uniforms proved to be a decent challenge.

L to R: Sailor Sun and Solar Mercury, Mars, Jupiter, Venus, Uranus, Neptune, Pluto and Saturn.

Yes, there's an in-universe reason as to why Solar Uranus wears lilac instead of navy. A stupid, stupid reason.

-Five of AmethystSadachbia's SM OCs, who seem to be the most prominent ones.

L to R: Hecate, Terra, Eos, Cordelia, Little Moon.

-Finally... the main OCs of UsagiCarter's "Wings of Love" series. Minus the rest of the C-team, because words cannot express how little of an impression they made on me.

"Wings of Love" isn't good, but it did present some workable ideas (ex. the concept of an "Outer Shitennou", if not the execution).

L to R: Sailor Life, Nikkels, Galen, Blair, Niko, Logan. Yeah, the guys (at least the latter four) are supposed to be the Lunar Shitennou, and yet they don't have gem names.

[mizziix]

Yknow what I can use this blog for whatever I want so I'm gonna ramble about my WoD oc's

So I got two big ones rn. That's a lie I actually have like half a dozen owod mages and equal that number awakening mages with a smattering of others but yknow these two are new.

Both of these characters were made in a free form server that allows for high power characters, so that's how I got away with any of this if you're wondering. DM me if you want an invite, it's public

The first one I got is Andrei Nichols, a 7th gen Lasombra. His backstory is that he was embraced some time around the last turn of the millennium in Scandinavia. He did a bunch of shit in the following 600 years like secure the Sabbat's hold on Scandinavia and become an Abyss Mystic but none of that really matters because in the 1600's he was captured and sealed inside a pillar of jet black granite and obsidian glass. It had a habit of bleeding.

This pillar of bleeding obsidian was passed around various Tremere chantries in Western Europe for a couple of centuries, until a mishap in the 1800's sent the thing sinking to the bottom of the Atlantic Ocean.

Andrei Nichols, for his part, is aware of precisely none of that. As far as he is aware, the seawater rotted away the stake in his heart granting him consciousness again, he drifted onto the shore of Jewel city in 1982, and that's where his life began. With no memory, no connections, limited ability to speak english (read: none), and no resources for himself, Andrei's introduction to Jewel City unlife was rather uneventful. Andrei spent a good number of years just fucking hiding, feeding from people in back alleys and picking up scraps of language from stalking people. Sticking to back alleys and shadowy underbellies, he learned the language fairly quickly and made limited contact with some of the kindred of the area. Knowing what he was but not where he came from, he was introduced to the culture of the area and allowed to fend for himself. So, he took a job as a waiter to get by, renting an apartment next to an abandoned construction site. In recent time, he's taken a liking to the place, wandering its abandoned halls in his off time and exploring the basement. The fact that things have gotten ever darker there so far hasn't set off any alarm bells.

He's so fun to play because he's just A Guy. He's uninvolved with politics, works odd jobs as a night shift waiter, and is by most accounts normal, but at the same time is a supremely powerful abyss mystic Lasombra on the fucking Road of Kings, but still none of that registers to him, he is only himself. If you pointed out all the eldritch horror that surrounds him, like the fact that nobody else lives in the empty burnt out apartment building he lives in, or the fact that the shadows near him constantly writhe and his eyes foretell doom and decay... he'd be confused. Like, all of it just doesn't register to him because That's Just Normal. He *could* go for a power play and get power, but... he's got rent to pay. So, who cares?

The other fun angle is, being an entirely self indulgent character, he's friends with a number of mages. The main place he works at is essentially a magical femboy hooters run by a Euthanatos Archmaster. This leads to a lot of fun philosophical talks and some very interesting developments in his own Abyss Mystic practice. Namely, I wanted to have some fun approaching the idea of Mage from another splat's perspective. Mages deal with the idea of consensus fairly regularly, the idea that the world isn't actually what it seems to be is part and parcel. But for a *vampire,* the idea that the world doesn't actually exist as people think it does, and that the forces of the universe are just chaotic figments of imagination that can and do change.... is terrifying! It's a slow, creeping existential dread that he doesn't know how to deal with! It rocks.

My other guy in really excited about is Vincent Heikkilä, Void Engineer, Pan Dimensional Corps, Archmaster.

Vincent is actually native to the void, not earth. Vincent was born on a colony orbiting the Orion Nebula deep in the heart of space. Growing up in this environment gave him from a young age an instinct for space travel and navigation, when your first spacewalk was at seven learning to pilot shuttlecraft is kinda like getting a drivers license. He started his career as a teenager, starting as an unenlightened tech/data analyst in a work study position. However he enlightened (aka awakened) abs started making unprecedentedly fast progress, earning a position as a junior officer by 19.

Befitting a Void Engineer, he saw a lot of strange things and wolf action throughout the long years spent in the depths of space; dragons, alternate timelines, black holes, spatial anomalies, eldritch horrors that would make a vampire (read: Andrei) cry, actual literal Gods, he saw and dealt with it all. Eventually his career, published works on Dimensional Science, and experience with logistics and command earned him the position of rear admiral of one of the admittedly smaller fleets of VE battleships, working with the ETD on a number of expeditions against various threats to the Union. It was in these years that he saw and did some heinous things. There's really no good way to justify glassing a planet's surface to yourself, even if you knew it had to be done. After a long career, he made one hell of a persuasive argument in favor of shore leave and petitioned to go somewhere that he had never managed to travel to before, something stranger than he had ever seen, full of sights that even an Archmaster like himself had never experienced.

He took a vacation to earth.

Vincent is fun to play because he's this hyper competent space cowboy gunslinger with enough knowledge to justify my unhinged ramblings about the nature of the universe, but he also just doesn't know what a Gamecube is. He's a hardened soldier but... that's behind him. He's possessed by a joie de vivre and this deep enjoyment of the mundane that was strong enough to give him Fae Affinity (note, that's typically impossible for Technocrats but idc). He's not interested in participating in the Ascension war, even if he could beat nearly anyone in a quick draw duel he's too busy discovering what a crepe tastes like when it hasn't been 3d printed. He's piloted fighter craft and warships, but this is the first time he's been on a roller coaster. He's just such this fun, troublemaking rogue, it's great.

His current plans are very simple right now, just make friends. Experience the city not like a reality shifting demigod of technology but just as a dude. He might show off a bit, he might take one or two of his friends up into space for a joyride, but really I'm keeping all the incredibly powerful magic (or, ahem, enlightened science) just for prop comedy and shits and giggles. Also to drive off some of the annoying vampire elders in town, but that's neither here nor there.

Please feel free to ask more questions about either of them, or for stuff about other characters. Thank you for reading this long lmao

[morbidpastels]

HHH CANON BOT MASTERLIST

Meet the canon members of the HHH Series...

ZAALDIRE - HEAD OF THE HOTLINE - @MORBIDPASTELS

❝Oh, you poor little thing... I suppose I'll have to handle this myself.❞

☏ Life has never been very easy for you. You grew up in a low-end abusive household, got kicked out at 18 with just a suitcase and the clothes on your back, and just barely managed to get your current job in order to afford some shitty ass apartment with a shittier landlord. Nothing went well for you in the slightest, especially the fact that you had to travel through some creepy alleyway just to get home. Most times things went fine, but other were more risky than others, like tonight for example. Luckily for you though, it turned out you were being watched... ☏

TW/CW: ASSAULT, HORROR, GORE, DDNE, MANIPULATION, ELDRITCH ENTITY, AGE GAP

NB4A | VICTIM!USER x ELDRITCH!CHAR

OLAF - HOTLINE 'SUPERVISOR' - @TINFOILCAT

TBA

TUCKER VOSS - HOTLINE BROKER - @HAPPYCOZYMAUVE

❝MEHHH. IT'S WHATEVER BABES. NO SKIN OFF MY BONES.❞

☏ Life before the Hotline had been extremely dull and uneventful for Tucker, a troubled young man who found pleasure in the supernatural and as a result was bullied for it. But now that he was stuck in this hell hole for the rest of eternity? As a Broker? Please... someone just kill him. At least he can fuck with you, a fellow broker, to pass the time. ☏

TW/CW:HE IS AN ASSHOLE!!!! And could potentially dabble into DD content so... tagging as such. But hopefully he's just a goofy, stinky guy.

M4A | NEWCOWORKER!USER x BROKER!CHAR

DANIEL LINSCOTT ALT - COLLAB - @HAPPYCOZYMAUVE

❝YOU'VE GOT TO BE FUCKING KIDDING ME....❞

☏ Dan, who's recently discovered his parallel abilities comes into contact with The HHH after seeing a glimpse into the universe, and unbeknownst to him has now made himself a target for something much more sinister and dark than any conspiracy theory he's investigated thus far. Let the game of cat and mouse commence. You, a silencer for The HHH have been tasked with eliminating Dan for what he's seen. ☏

TW/CW: INCEL, SEXISM, HORROR, DDDNE

M4A | CONSPIRACY THEORIST!USER x SILENCER!CHAR

CASANDRA GOMEZ - HOTLINE CLIENT - @MORBIDPASTELS

❝I finally have you right where I want you, little rat...❞

☏ Casandra's life had been altered ever since the faithful day when The Hotline came to her aide. No longer was she some doll under someone's thumb, but a powerful leader residing over one of the most infamous clubs in New Orleans. There was one problem though, a month ago she'd found out the man she'd stolen the club from had a child... You. ☏

TW/CW: KIDNAPPING, IMPLIED DRUGGING, DDDNE, MURDER, ORGANIZED CRIME, POTENTIAL SA/NONCON, DUBCON, CAPTIVE, POTENTIAL TORTURE

F4A | CAPTIVE!USER x CLIENT!CHAR

HHH COLLAB CARRD

PLEASE CONTACT @morbidpastels ON DISCORD FOR HHH RELATED INQUIRES

[cerisesakurainspring]

Hinata Shōyō

~~Heads and a Tail~~

Shoyo is notoriously known by his teammates for his nervous jitters during volleyball matches. His occasional trips to the washroom were no longer a surprise but rather an expectation.

It was a routine.

The events leading up to the washroom doors were always the same, for trouble always followed him.

It's as if the universe knew how to taunt him by distressing him during what is supposedly a simple task.

He wanted to curse fate, but he knew what to expect now. He knew what to do with it.

All he needed to do was go to the right washroom at a very specific time to avoid the same old issues. If he did it right, he would effectively avoid confrontation with a hulky guy called "Japan" from Shiratorizawa or even The Great King of the Blue Castle.

This time, he'll avoid them.

He wasn't going to follow the same disturbing script. He will break the routine.

And so, Shoyo resolved himself and readied his petite body like a soldier going for battle.

Today, he will conquer it all.

He treaded carefully towards the washroom. He looked to the left, to the right, to the back, to the front—all with uneasiness unfurling in his stomach, already laden with discomfort.

Still, he kept walking with a purpose. What's the secret to a successful washroom trip, you ask? Shoyo thinks it's going to the furthest one.

Once he had arrived, he paused and surveyed his surroundings with eyes like an eagle. It was relatively devoid of people. That's to be expected if you are on the other side of the building, where most of the crowd is near the gym.

The orange-head took a deep breath and tip-toed his way in. Once inside the washroom, he slowly poked his head on every stall and went for the last one to go about his business.

His trip was surprisingly uneventful, and he managed to avoid mishaps this time around.

Today must be an extraordinary day for Shoyo.

No intimidating people towering over his height. No menacing aura challenging him.

It was just him and his quiet trip to the washroom—just as it was supposed to be.

The gods so love him, no?

Everything seems to be working so well for him. Too damn well.

But who cares? Shoyo thought nothing of it and triumphantly left the stall. He was feeling victorious to have had his journey stripped of trouble.

Ah, but alas! To his misfortune, a trail of tissue hitched a ride on the back of his joggers.

He was too delighted to notice, of course.

After washing his hands, he stared at his reflection in the mirror before him and patted his unknowing self on the shoulder.

I did it! He thought to himself then walked out of the washroom.

The tissue train dangled innocently and then fluttered in the wind as he marched back toward his team. Each step was overflowing with confidence. 

His next battle was to reach his teammates without encountering intimidating volleyball players. But with his gleeful mood, nothing could rain on his parade.

Or so he thought.

The closer he got to his team, the more people stared. Were they silently applauding him for his successful trip to the washroom? The thought made Shoyo feel giddy and proud. He was on cloud 9.

His obliviousness was his only fault, and he smiled at every passing figure, not knowing they were gawking at the parade of tissue behind him, their heads focused on the gliding tail.

Some snickered. Some took photos. Some pitied him and wanted to tell Shoyo, but the innocent smile on his face just made it unbearable to break his fragile heart.

The burning stares slowly made him feel uneasy, and his smile faltered. The anxiety creeping in made him speed-walk his way toward the end of the hallway where his team was.

Oh, but the woeful orange head's luck was nearly inexistent, for he bumped into two tall figures towering over his surprised one. Their white and turquoise uniform was indicative of whose team they belonged to.

Poor Shoyo must have done something to upset the goddess Benzaiten for he has crossed paths with the very same people he wanted to avoid.

A clear of the throat made Shoyo look up, his eyes wide as saucers.

The brown-haired setter tittered at the trail of tissue swaying behind the orange-head like a bridal train. "All you are missing is a wedding dress, chibi-chan."

His comment earned him a smack in the head from his vice-captain, "Crappykawa, stop tyrannizing the juniors."

"But Iwa-chan, look! Chibi Shoyo here has grown a tail!" Tooru continued to snicker.

The remark froze Karasuno's middle blocker. He has a tail??

Shoyo frantically looked behind him, and to his horror, he did grow a tail! It was a tail of mocking tissue that dangled tauntingly behind his joggers.

He was mortified at the sight.

He pointed at the offending tissue accusingly, his face and neck now a bright shade of red.

The people around them laughed at Shoyo's predicament, and he felt he could melt from shame.

Amid this sudden series of unfortunate events, Seijoh's wing spiker plucked the tissue and crumpled it in his pocket—a well-meaning gesture that he hoped would somehow comfort the orange head. It seemed to do the trick, for Hajime's benevolent smile eased the embarrassment that pricked Shoyo's skin, and he bowed gratefully at the 3rd year.

Just as the middle blocker turned to leave, a yellow tracksuit blocked his vision, and Johzenji's captain, Terushima, waved his phone, a photo with a tissue on his back stared at him glaringly.

"Thanks for the amusement, shorty!"

Shoyo bit his lip in shame and ran for his life, leaving behind no longer a train of tissue but a trail of humiliation.

Will he ever escape this troubled routine?

~~~

Haikyuu Imagines on AO3

[allylikethecat]

Hi ally! how are you?! how’s Pop??

no comments or complaints from me about my day it was boring in the best way possible i had a bomb salad for lunch and now im gonna make myself some spaghetti for dinner (gotta offset my healthy lunch with a bowl of carbs 😉)

todays update was so so sad!! :( fictional! george and matty are allergic to communication (mostly cause matty was drunk af in this chapter tbf) i am really glad that matty is back home and safe i was getting nervous that he was out making bad decisions but jamie and ross to the rescue made it better. once again baby is going through it and its parents are having big feelings that they need to sort out like NOW cause atp baby’s gonna be born and immediately want to crawl back inside its womb after seeing the chaos that is its life haha in all realness though i love this fic sm and you never miss 🩷

tst!!: how old are the fictional george and matties in your fics? are they all based on irl eras of the guys or are there any where like one of their looks is from this era and the other looks like they did in that era?

does fictional! george ever get tired of being the “tougher” one in all the different universes? does he ever just want matty to take care of him or is that’s something he doesn’t really think about? how do the matties feel about always being the ig more “emotional” one? does he ever just wanna be in charge of george

Hello My Dear Smoothie Anon!! (I saw your other ask letting me know this was you lol) As always it is an absolute joy to hear from you!

I'm happy to hear you had a good, uneventful day and a yummy salad! I am the most basic of girlies - a chicken caesar salad with a side of french fries and a diet coke is like my ideal meal (other than chicken tendies) lol I hope you enjoyed your pasta as well!

Thank you so much for reading! I'm so happy to hear that you enjoyed the new chapter even with the Big Sad. Poor Fictional!Matty is really going through it! There is a very important, and very painful conversation that needs to be had between Fictional!Matty and Fictional!George when Fictional!Matty is sober. He very much wants to continue to make bad decisions but Fictional!Jamie and Fictional!Ross are there to support and keep an eye on him 🩵 you're so right though poor baby's parents gotta get it together before they are born!

YAY! Talk Shop Tuesday!! 🎉

How old are Fictional!Matty and Fictional!George in my fics this is a very good question!

Make Way for Ducklings - Fictional!Matty is 27 (about to turn 28) and Fictional!George is 26 and both look as they did during that time period

All The King's Horses - Both are 27 - Fictional!Matty looks pretty pretty similar to 27-29 year old Matty whereas Fictional!George is kind of like a blend of George at that age with bleached hair George ... i loved the bleached buzz cut lol

On a Friday - Fictional!Matty is 34 and Fictional!George is 33 - they look like their present day counterparts except Fictional!Matty didn't cut the curls off (in that universe they started working on their sixth album AFTER ATVB instead of continuing on to SATVB)

The Infection Verse - At the end of the Christmas Fic they were 34 and 33, however, they will be 35 and 34 in the next Birthday fic update! Their appearances match their IRL appearances

Honorable Mention:

You Know Where the City Is - Fictional!Matty is 25 and Fictional!George is 24 and they both look like they did during that era

The Vampire AU - Fictional!George is 26 and Fictional!Matty is 27 and despite Fictional!Matty's previous belief Fictional!George has only been 26 a few months - his birthday was in March

In my fics (at least so far!) Fictional!George has a lot of anxiety surrounding Fictional!Matty and taking care of him is his way of self soothing and assuring himself that Fictional!Matty is okay. Historically, Fictional!Matty also hasn't been the best caregiver even when he does try. However, particularly in the Infection Verse as they work through those issues and Fictional!George starts to let Fictional!Matty be there for him, and take care of him as well! I will say though, OAF Fictional!Matty might get to take charge later on 👀

Thank you SO MUCH for this wonderful, wonderful ask and for always being so absolutely lovely and supportive!! I love seeing your asks in my inbox! I hope you continue to enjoy my fics and that you are having a wonderful Tuesday and a GREAT rest of your week!

❤️Ally

EDITED TO ADD: I forgot to say how Pop was he is very good lol He was making all kinds of grumpy faces at me this morning and I pulled out my phone to take a picture of them to send my mom and then he decided he was going to put his ears up and be all cute and sweet looking he was like "look how cute I am I would NEVER EVER make angry grumpy faces at my mom, not me!"

[prince-rowan-of-the-forest]

Rambling about Hell's Belles AU!Janus for a sec because I can and I love him

So Janus is... Unique.

In the fact that he has had so many lifetimes, so much experiences. He's seen the universe grow, change and evolve, he's experienced evolution first hand.

In his first life, he was a neanderthal, he's had about 30-50 lifetimes over his existance, the vast majority of which he either cannot remember at all, are very fuzzy, or he only remembers a few, specific memories.

Lives I know he has had specifically:

- His first life, as a neanderthal. Pretty uneventful tbh

- A life during which he was burned as a witch. Since this lifetime he's had a burn-scar esque birthmark all down the left side of his body.

- a lifetime in which he actually practiced 'witchcraft' which directly followed the "burned as a witch" one. In this lifetime he was male, and never persecuted for it.

- He lived a life doing something similar to snake charming. (I'm not sure where this one fits into the timeline)

- A lifetime spent writing gothic fiction in the early 1800s

- A lifetime as a working class woman in Victorian England

- A lifetime as an upper class man in Victorian England (these two really gave them a hard dose of perspective on class and gender inequality)

- A life during which they died on the titanic, in every lifetime since they have been 'inexplicably' wary of the ocean and boats/sailing.

- their final and most recent lifetime with Patton, Elliott and Sam, which I described in another post.

They've had their paradise since the very beginning and because of that it's very expensive. It started off as just a forest with a comfortable cave home, plenty food and resources (all a neanderthal could want, lol) and it evolved with their soul as they lived more lifetimes. (They have spent a collectively LONG time in therapy too, but there's only been a few lifetimes where they've actually been sent there, and they reincarnated from those very quickly)

With at least three lifetimes taking place in 18-19th century England, their soul got very attached to parts of that style of dress and gothic architecture, which is well reflected in their soul's appearance and their paradise.

Don't worry just me having thoughts about my guy i love them

The pronoun vibes switched halfway through writing this help lol

@twoalpacas @awitchbravestheverge @goldnskyart @anxious-mess19 @doteddestroyer

[houseofcameliard]

What Happens Next: Saoirse + William

After school, Saoirse attended St Phillips University in Cameliard, studying Art History. Her first year was fairly uneventful. She went on a few dates, some men, some women, but nothing really stuck. Living out of home and being able to be a little bit more independent did wonders for Saoirse’s confidence, and she truly began to blossom. 

When Dom joined her at University the next year they were sharing an apartment, where Dom would bring over his friends a lot of the time, and irritate Saoirse by being very loud and boisterous. One friend always annoyed her because he always seemed to go out of the way to talk to her and annoy her by asking questions and teasing her. The Friend? None other than William Alnwick-Grimalldi. Dom and Will were on the St Phillips rugby team together, and Saoirse was convinced that William was just a dumb, rugby boy, who was only interested in sleeping with girls. Even if Dom was constantly insisting that Will really was a nice guy, and “He just teases you because he thinks you’re fun. He’s a triplet he’s got two sisters. He’s used to teasing” so very slowly Saoirse began to soften, and they actually became friends.  

In an attempt to get along with her brother’s best friend, Saoirse offered to study with Will in the library one day. It was there that Will discovered his favourite joke, teasing Saoirse that she had a crush on him. Was it because he wanted it to be true? Maybe, but he also he found it funny to see Saoirse get flustered and all pink in the cheeks. “Do you want to see me in uniform?” he says when she asks when he’s next playing rugby, “Saoirse, Dom is just in the bathroom! Behave!” he calls out when she asks if he wants a sweet from the packet she’s eating. Finally after months of back and forth, everything culminated at a house party. 

“I think I know why you like me.” Will smirks over the top of a beer bottle, two too many drinks deep, Saoirse rolls her eyes and decides to humour him. “Oh really? And what makes you so confident?” She replies, lifting her drink and taking another sip. “You’re a gold-digger” He grins, Saoirse nearly spits her drink out in disbelief.  “Excuse me? A gold digger?” she sputters. “A gold digger. A dirty little gold digger. You want my share of the Alnwick-Grimalldi fortune, you’re not interested in me at all. Not me as a person.” William couldn’t hide his chagrin at the success of his quip. “Right, because it’s not like I’ve got my own or anything. I’m not hanging out with you because of your money, Will” Saoirse laughs and rolls her eyes, not realising this was the first time she’d not denied her crush, or that she enjoyed spending time with him. “Gold diggers can still be rich in their own right.” He shrugs. “I’m not a gold digger!” She says, becoming exasperated, looking away from him. “You’re a friggin gold digger, Saoirse” He grins, taking a step so she was looking right at him again, standing closer than he had before. “Shut up! No I’m not!” her voice breaks slightly as she realises how close he is standing. “Then prove it.” The two lock eyes, Will smirking, challenging. Saoirse breathing heavily, feeling as though time had slowed down. Then leant up and kissed the boy she had been wanting to kiss all night. 

After that night their relationship followed the route that most do. A few dates, then they made it official. They dated for a few years until just before Graduation when Saoirse was having a bit of an identity crisis. Everything felt so good and easy with Will. But she was beginning to learn from Aisling and Michael how she would govern a country, her country, and she somehow got it caught in her mind that someone as carefree and easy as Will might not be the person she should have by her side. Will was heartbroken. They stayed broken up for about six months, where very quickly Saoirse knew her mistake. It was at a dinner party where they reconnected, awkward at first, but later were found in the study of the apartment sitting very close and talking. Saoirse apologised for breaking up with him, Will apologised for not showing her that he could be the support she would need. And they never looked back from there.

Will asked Michael for his permission to marry Saoirse almost immediately after they got back together, but didn't propose until a year later when he knew Saoirse was ready for it. They were engaged for a year and then were married.

Another two years and Maeve was born, and she wasn't the only child for long, because just two years later the twins Cillian and Aine were born. Frederick was able to meet his great-grandson and great-granddaughter before passing away a few months later at 85. 

The Duke and Duchess of Waterford and their children lived a perfectly happy, and practically fairy-tale life from then on. They had the struggles that any family does, especially one that rules a country. But they were happy. Aisling is Queen until she dies at the age of 89, Michael becomes king at 62, and Saoirse is 36. Michael rules for a few years but is forced to abdicate at 68 due to health issues, having had issues with his heart. Saoirse takes the throne at the age of 42, with William as her King Consort, ruling beside her as per her wishes. 

[brambletakato]

if you’re worried the wordcount’s gonna scare away readers, it probably won’t. i’d absolutely read a 2k post if it’s about my guy jean desmond descole sycamore. honestly i’d read a 20k post about him if i could. pinky swear

... ok so i was actually working on this a few months back.. I wrote a very long draft, then I saved it and came back to it, cringed myself out and just. never posted it,,, but after a few months since I figured that its just because I went too deep into it right off the bat instead of giving a ""small"" summary so here we go ATTEMPT 2!!!!

(also if you're an oomf, you're a part of the campaign and you know what orange spoilers mean then do NOT read further pretty please bats my eyelashes at you) AND PROFESSOR LAYTON SPOILERS

So when I talk about campaign Des, I'm referring to a version of Descole that I've roleplayed for almost 5 years now (which is INSANE to me . has it been that long??? whar??? since when??? it's still 2019 is it not????)

The campaign hook is that it's essentially a mass isekai/amnesia plot; Your blorbo from some fandom gets sent into this world patchworked from other universes and whatnot, and they have to figure out their past whilst also finding out how to get back home. Super cheesy stuff on paper ngl, if you read it on some tv series' synopsis you'd probably skip

But its stupid fun to be a bit silly and have Jean Descole from the professor layton series interact with The Mario from the paper mario series and its a guilty pleasure :]

So as for a summary as to what happened over the 5 years (and then I can clarify on any points if anybody is curious (cricket noises));

To clarify who Descole is in this campaign, he only remembers bits of his life in regards to the canon/campaign rp. He remembers having a wife and daughter, but he doesn't remember that they're dead. He remembers his parents getting kidnapped and having to give away his brother, but he doesn't remember what happened to him after that. He remembers bits of his crimes as Descole, but never why other than for either the Azran or Targent. He's right in hindsight, but it's not he's expecting in the present time. He doesn't remember Raymond at all :( poor guy

He also accidentally adopted a young Trucy Wright (like... around 7-8 years old?) because her father is nowhere to be found and his group is actually nuts with close to no responsible adults. ... Actually why don't I talk about them for a sec;

He ended up in a party of like... 9-10 people and yes that is just as insane as it sounds. Some characters would join or leave the party but it has consistently been 7 characters attending excluding Descole. and yes they're all played by different people except mario who's played by the host, so thats like. 8 players at the table at one time

Anyway so this party is pretty much the source of most of his trauma in the campaign funnily enough. One of them blackmails him about his past and then tries to turn the rest of the group against him (meanwhile he dont know SHIT !!! given the amnesia situation), Descole gets defensive and accidentally fans the flames which ends up in the greatest betrayal for him;

When that person shot him in front of the entire group, both friends and foes alike, and they all turned their heads away from him as he bled onto the snow.

I'd love to get further into the party's hijinks(?), how the party came to be, and ultimately where they are now but that's the bare minimum you need to know (and I'd love to answer anything about them!)

Anyway, it's still unknown to this day how this one thing happened, but it's heavily implied to be because of psychological stress mixing with a third secret ingredient; Sometime during all of this, Descole kept finding himself in a room in his sleep-- And often his sleep was plagued by unspeakable nightmares, so this uneventful yet cozy room would've been a comfortable break for him...

... If not for the fact that Desmond lived there, too.

So Desmond is played by the fucking amazing host too and he's apparently a manifestation of his subconscious, and Descole REALLYYYY didn't like that (very much weirded him out, especially since Desmond was extremely blunt and near emotionless; he'd try and give advice but Descole was super nuh-uh about it)

His unease around his subconscious was enough to where he tried to sleep deprive himself to prolong seeing that guy + having nightmares, which that went well (he almost legitimately died lol)

As they have more chances to genuinely talk, their relationship changes. For better or for worse?... Can get further into that if anybody asks lol

Oh one more thing, because the canon roleplay took super long to have sessions, some players opted to have non-canon roleplays to fill in the gaps of time... Which ended up becoming their own side-campaigns that the host would sometimes join in as well. In fact the host has like... A few non-canon campaigns that he's running, and to be honest there's a few non-canon campaigns I end up thinking about a lot

You might've seen the terms "SS", "Chamber RP" or "Persona RP" in my tags and those are some of the non-canon campaigns. Right now we're focused on the canon rp and Chamber RP, which Chamber serves as a tutorial/introduction for a huge overhaul of the ttrpg system we use. We're still in Act I of canon, but Act II is VERY soon which will be using the new system.

SS; Player hosted, everybody fights an evil version of themselves that doesn't have amnesia while trying to take down an international cooperation. This is super fun because Descole in this one finally remembers WHY he did all of those terrible criminal things in the past...

Chamber RP; Host's campaign, amnesia is reversed; You remember your canon counterpart but not the campaign memories... But this doesn't last long as memories of the after starts to seep in. In a similar vibe of the Zero Escape series, you have to find a way out of a sci-fi laboratory while carrying the metaphorical torch of your forgotten hundred other attempts.

Persona RP; Host's campaign; In stark contrast it's super slice of life-y most times lol. Des gets a job as a teacher in this one??? It's set almost 3 years in the future of the canon campaign and as the name implies is SUPER Persona based. There's a strange other plane of existence that supposedly has the answers as to why they have amnesia... And the serial murders that's been going around town.

Anyway I'm definitely leaving out big details for the sake of brevity but I'd be happy to answer anything and thank you if you've read this far!! finally feels good to get this all out ngl