#this trio always cracks me up xd

[poda-venna]

Hiromi: Your voice is so hot Kai!

Takao: It sounds like you're angry.

Kai: Sorry, but that's my actual voice.

[yandere-sins]

So I have probably a bit peculiar of a request so feel free to decline writing this if it’s not to your liking! I know everyone likes to be the center of a yandere’s attention but I CRACK under large amounts of attention so I always like to picture a polyam trio. Me, a Yandere, and Yandere’s darling. Usually with some major connection to Darling like a best friend or something and I’m just such a crybaby and soft and submissive (and so stupid that I probably don’t even realize something wrong is going on) that Yandere can’t help but take a liking to me too, whether as a less intense obsession or as like a pet or something, I just like Yanderes thinking of me as cute and liking me (but not being the full center of their attention like Darling) and Darling being protective of me cause they’re scared I’ll get their treatment or get hurt.

So uh, 👉👈, could I maybe request something like that with Ghost or König? I think it would work better with Ghost since you said he shares in your nsfw with him (and I REALLY like the Darling you described in your fic, the mental image of them trying to stab Ghost with a fork keeps making me giggle). If it’s not too much to ask and if you like it! Of course you’re always free to decline and I’m sorry that this dragged on way too long (I’m screaming while typing this cause I get so shy when trying to request something)

To be honest, I feel bad throwing you under the bus here, but you kinda laid it out for me xD Enjoy! No hard feelings personally, oki? Also I kept the reader GN in this version, but the friend is AFAB.

Warning: Yandere, Heavy Sexual Content

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"Do the honors then."

The hard slap to your bum made you tumble, feet giving way until your knees hit the ground. You yelped as you fell in front of your friend, her arms shooting out to steady you, helping you. Just like she always did. Your hands landed on her thighs, legs spread with your body caught between them. And you jerked your hands away just as quickly as you realized the position you were in. The whole situation had been one big, confusing mess, but you still got surprised by some actions your captor took, never able to read his next move.

Ghost, he forced your best friend to call him in case she needed to address him. And she did—a lot. Courageously fighting him and his ill-willed actions toward you two as best as she could with someone so much superior, both in strength and skills, as her opponent. However, Sir was the more appropriate option for you. It created a certain distance between you and him, a distance you liked. But at the same time, it made the lack of distance between him and your friend all the more apparent. You were a small toy to consider; she was the prize he wanted. You knew he had plans to kill you, but that was the only time she pleaded with him, shielding you while you cowered behind her, sobbing in terror.

If only you two hadn't visited the bar full of mercenaries and soldiers that night. Then you'd never have to go through this demeaning, horrific experience. You banished the thought of "If only your friend hadn't insisted you come with her when she hooked up with some random dude," as it only brought more sorrow than it helped. Pushing the blame onto her wouldn't solve the problem you were facing. It wasn't her fault she met a straight-up psycho who intended to take advantage of her drunkenness, forcing himself on her with a knife to her throat as you had to watch on helplessly, only to be 'rescued' by an even bigger madman. Maybe guys in the army were just sick by nature. Otherwise, you couldn't explain the bad luck of you two.

And the last spark of luck you two had also seemed to have run out.

"Go on, prepare her. You wouldn't want your friend to hurt, would you?"

Dragging a chair close, Ghost sat down with a small groan, rolling his shoulder as he focused his eyes on you. Immediately, you felt the shivers run down your spine like a knife dragging down your skin, goosebumps spreading all over your body, with his gaze crawling over you. Like always, you were the one to avert your eyes first, your sight falling to his hands hanging in his lap, the gun dangling from his fingers. He'd shoot you faster than you'd ever manage to lunge for it. You knew that. Besides, you didn't even have the courage to face him, much less defy him.

"I- I can't!" you complained meekly, your voice barely loud enough for him to hear. You and your friend weren't in that kind of relationship. You couldn't just go down on her on a whim!

For the longest time after he kidnapped you from that bar—under the guise of 'helping' you two intoxicated strangers—you two managed to avoid that. Sex. He had forced himself on your friend more than once, pulling her into his lap and grinding her over his cock, kissing her when she refused to give him attention, making her suck his fingers and swear to be his possession to protect you. But until now, Ghost never demanded her body like he did that night.

The first night you tried to stand up for her.

It was a spur-of-the-moment decision to tell him she wasn't ready for this. That she wouldn't enjoy it if he forced her to. That she needed to prepare—mentally and physically. It was the first time you held his glare for more than a few seconds as he stilled, mustering you. Only for you to submit to his stare with a pleading, "Please..." ending in him pushing you toward her instead.

"We're not like that! We don't--"

Heaving a deep sigh, Ghost gripped the top of his gun, cocking it. Lifting it lazily, he pointed it at your friend's head, putting her at the receiving end of his threats for the first time. Usually, it was you who he used to persuade her, but this time, he made it clear who the next bullet would go to. Dread and despair mixed in your stomach, weighing down as your breath hitched. Your best friend gulped as she stared at the barrel of the gun, only to avoid her gaze as well, looking down at you nervously.

She didn't want this either. But what choice did you have?

"Prepare her. I won't repeat myself."

Gulping, you faced forward, right between her legs. You didn't know where to start when you reached up to the waistband of her skirt when her hand suddenly clasped around yours. "Don't--" she stopped you, only to hesitate. She didn't have a choice either. You two had to do this. Whatever this was, it wasn't an existence worth living. Kidnapped and enslaved, forced to do things you didn't want to do. But you couldn't think about throwing away your lives either and letting this bastard win.

"It's okay," you quaked, just as uncomfortable and nervous, devastated to be the one who had to do this to her. But she just nodded, squeezing your hand before helping you tug off her skirt and panties, shame overcoming her as the fabric slipped off her legs, which she quickly closed.

You heard the cracking of the chair as Ghost leaned back, letting out a heavy breath. The gun sunk back to his lap as he watched you two with keen eyes, like a hawk focusing on his prey. You forced your hand between her thighs, gently pushing while you kept reassuring her, "It's okay. I'll be gentle. Everything will be alright."

But maybe you were saying these words more to yourself than her.

Tears were brimming in her eyes, embarrassment mixing with the unwillingness to do this. But she averted her face completely before spreading her legs again, letting you inch closer.

Her pussy was, for the lack of a better word, fucking beautiful. She shaved for the night out, though you couldn't find any fault with the sweet little curls cleanly shaved into a triangle. Her lips parted beautifully, even though she flinched from your cold, shivering fingers, revealing the entrance and the sweet little nub on top of it completely to you.

Behind you, the chair screeched as Ghost dragged it closer to the show, his chest pressing into your back with how close he suddenly was, peering over your head.

"Look at that sweet, little cunt," he mumbled appreciatively, his gruff and deep voice deliciously licking up your spine from behind you, setting off all the alarms inside you. You wanted to scoot away and hide, but you were trapped between the soldier and your best friend, giving you no chance to flee. You didn't just imagine his presence either, as one hand crawled to the back of your neck, making you squeak as he pushed you forward, mere inches from your friend's pussy.

You made the mistake of glancing up, meeting her horrified, embarrassed gaze. But what freaked you out was the small spark of excitement anyone would probably feel, knowing what was going to happen.

Ghost shook you like an unruly dog by the scruff, directing your focus ahead again as he reached out to spread her labia in your stead. "That's the right place, Newbie," he instructed, and you gulped, knowing there was no getting out of this anymore. You had to do it.

Tentatively, you slipped your tongue from between your lips, stiff and unmoving. But even with just the tip out, Ghost slammed you forward, burying your face in your friend's cunt. You struggled with panic, your tongue licking over her entrance for the first time, your nose brushing over her clit, and to your horror, you heard her gasp, only confirming the shit job you were doing...

Or not.

"Lick," Ghost ordered, keeping you in place while you put your hands back on her thighs, holding on to them for dear life as you forced yourself to obey. It made her flinch, but you gave your first stroke with your tongue, and her breath hitched curtly, a noise that didn't go unnoticed.

"You'll come to like it soon enough," Ghost chuckled, a strange sound from under his mask. You had no idea who he said it to, but his hand finally released its death grip on your neck, giving you two encouraging pats between your shoulder blades, urging you on.

And you got to work.

The faster you'd get this over with, the better, you were sure. Your friend didn't want you to, you didn't want to, and Ghost probably didn't want you to please her like this either, using the opportunity as a sort of torture or punishment rather than his own enjoyment.

Prying her entrance open with your tongue was so easy, you were almost unsure if you were doing it right. You never went down on someone before, so every sensation was new and strange. Even with her taste dancing on your tongue—and you thanked the gods for the shower you two were allowed to take just hours prior—you felt little to no arousal, the fear keeping it at bay. But it seemed to be quite different for your friend.

Her walls greeted you eagerly, insides quivering as you plunged in, twisting and churning through her hole. Your hands moved further up, taking back her lips from Ghost, who released them for you to handle. A small curiosity spread through your mind as you prepared your friend for the horror yet to come, and you raised your chin, slipping out of her to find the little knob of nerves on top, sliding your tongue over it completely before pressing your lips around it.

Your friend let out a muffled gasp, clasping her hand over her mouth as your eyes met. More and more arousal clouded her gaze, replacing the horror. You tested suckling on her clit, and her head rolled back as she moaned, a new sweet spot unlocked on her body that you found.

The chair banged loudly against the ground as Ghost pushed away from it, caging your friend between the bed she was sitting on and his body, and using one hand to grab her hair, forcing her to look up at him. "You like that, Darlin'? Having your cunt licked by your friend? They're doing a good job, yeah?"

Forcing her mouth shut, defying him the answers he wanted, the only sounds she made were held-back moans as you continued to tease her. Something about what you were doing was working—that much was sure. More and more juices began dripping out of her, no small amount landing on your tongue and getting spread all over her cunt. You didn't mind the taste; it almost became comforting.

When you returned to her clit, her legs snapped shut, caging you between them like your friend was confined between Ghost and the bed. You kept roaming through her folds, working your way inside her and trying to reach her clit again, knowing that whatever you were doing was working. You were helpful. Whatever that bastard had planned for her, thanks to you, it wouldn't be so bad, for sure!

"Be honest, Darlin', you're loving this. You're getting off on your friend eating you out, yeah? You're close? Come on, Love, tell me, and I'll allow it. Tell me how good they're making you feel."

Ghost's teases from above didn't really reach your mind as you concentrated on the task at hand (or tongue). Finally, there was something you could do, and it was working. Your friend was quivering before you, juices dripping from her cunt as a strangled moan escaped her.

"Admit it, Princess, or we'll be here for another couple of hours," Ghost joked, following it up with a husky chuckle as he watched your best friend strain herself to keep control. He could have pried you off any second from her, especially with how little you were following their one-sided conversation, understanding what was happening. You were too focused on the success and being able to help for once, not being the hindrance in the way that needed protection.

"Fuck!" she suddenly yelled, spitting the word into his masked face as she glared at him. That was enough to finally tear you out of your trance, and Ghost's raspy laugh echoed through the room.

"What...?" you asked, pulling away from her, confused and unsure of what was happening. Did you hurt her? Did he hurt her?

But both of their attention snapped to you suddenly, pressure rising. Suddenly, your friend reached out, placing her hands at the sides of your head as she guided your face forward again. "Don't stop," she sighed needily, biting her lip. "It feels so fucking good, don't fucking stop."

"Atta girl," Ghost mused, and you could hear the smug grin playing on his lips even without seeing it. "Finally ready to admit it?"

"Yes! Yes, I admit it! I'm so close! Don't stop now, you hear me?!"

Suddenly it wasn't Ghost forcing you forward, but the friend you were protecting by sinking to this level. You were hesitant, but the mere waft of your breath was enough to make her shudder.

"You heard the lady, don't stop," Ghost finally decided to join the coaxing, pleased with her admitting her feelings, and you stretched out your tongue again, letting out a muffled complaint as your head was pressed tightly into her cunt. You were once again back to struggling, all while the smug bastard was laughing at your misery, and your friend moaned out loudly in pleasure. This was not the way things should be. You weren't a fucktoy for her to enjoy. But apparently, being close to an orgasm made anyone lose their reason.

A scream got caught in her throat as her thighs tightened around you, all of her limbs keeping you in place, making you suffocate on her juices and heat. Her body shivered violently as she came from your tongue, head thrown back and toes curling. It was only a few seconds, but you never felt closer to death with her vice grip on you and the very real lack of air between her legs.

At the same time, you were ashamed.

Embarrassed that you were forced to pleasure your best friend. Ashamed to be treated inhumanly and like a fucktoy, your feelings of no regard in this situation. It was one thing that Ghost didn't care about you, only keeping you alive for your friend's sake. You didn't want his attention, didn't want him to care for you. But with even your friend entering this mindset, you felt the tears burn in your eyes, sobs escaping you when she finally let go.

"My, my," Ghost chuckled, stepping up between you two.

"Thank you for your hard work," he said mockingly as you coughed and wiped your mouth. No amount of mouth water would be able to get the taste of your friend and this experience out of your head.

"No, really," he added, reaching down to grab you by the collar of your shirt, pulling you to your feet, and using his foot to push the chair up from the floor, so he could sit you down on top of it. "I'll have to reward you. You did make this so much easier for me. So if you stay right here and be quiet while I fuck your friend..."

Words trailing off, he stepped up to the bed again. Gun in hand, he grabbed her by the arm and pulled her up. You finally got a good look on her face, the tears streaming from her eyes as she could barely glance at you. Guilt and shame were etched into her expression, the horror of what was still awaiting her only registering when Ghost pulled her into his lap, his hand crawling between her legs as he unzipped his trousers, rummaging for his cock.

Her eyes blown wide in panic, she began to struggle, but Ghost only needed one hand to keep her in place. You bit your lip, wanting to help her, but...

Instead, you found Ghost's eyes from over her shoulder. Eyes that told you not to do anything stupid. To stay in your fucking place. Your friend was about to get impaled on his massive cock that sprung free from his briefs, thick and ready, hard from watching his object of desire be pleasured by her pathetic friend. At least, you believed that's how he saw you. She gasped, and you flinched just as hard at the length and girth he displayed confidently. Even with your preparations, you couldn't imagine this thing fitting inside the pretty, tight cunt you just licked.

"If you can be good and quiet, I'll allow you to eat my cum out of her pussy. I'm sure she'd enjoy that just as much. Can you be good and quiet?"

You gulped, nothing left but bitterness on your tongue as you forced yourself to look away, swallowing down your feelings as you had to listen to his cock slipping into her dripping cunt. You let it happen. Your friend let out a pained scream, the sound getting stuck in her throat before it turned into a moan, both of them groaning in unison. In this strange situation, you were the odd one out, the third wheel, the tolerated one. But it was still you and your friend against your captor, trying to survive this, no matter what. Even though you lifted no finger to help her this time, bitter about the way she treated you and helpless against Ghost.

And so you opened your mouth to say the only thing you knew would be allowed at that moment. The only thing he could possibly want to hear from you before the silence he demanded of his darling's pet friend.

"Yes, Sir."

[edgeray]

Hello Ray! 🍅 anon here again (I got a breather today). Pulled for Furina earlier to keep my Husband and Wife in the same team (Arle and Yelan), because Yelan was being dragged to the hyperbloom comp. Somehow my Furina is miles more cracked than Arle even though I've spent TWICE as much resin on the latter (I do not. understand.) [And Arle is the one I really do want built :,,,,) )

I know that I can ask you shorter stuff, but so many things pop into my head that I do want to say so these reqs become. really really long by accident oops.

Tumblr protecting everyone else from your Arle angst is REAL. Think it knows how it can break everybody's hearts so it saves us the heartbreak... Wow you broke even tumblr's heart! that's a next level achievement right there xD

Speaking of the occasional angst to let off the steam from the fluff, I think that's our cue to run. If an angst writer needs to let off steam they're about to give us the worst kniving of our lifetime and I think the rest of us should hightail our feelings out of here as quick as we can and read it like a robot /j

Dragon AU wouldn't be that popular if it wasn't so well written. HAHSHAHAH your world building really does do it justice and it shows! I love dragons personally so I am actually d.o.w.n. to discuss dragons (anoncryinginthecorner is me so yes!) and their biology (which differs from species to species which makes it highly interesting! Did You Know that Zhongli, as a chinese dragon, would have 2 pillars instead of one? Hence that C1 HAHSAHHAHA) Also pregnant reader... What did Lyney burn down in his excitement when he found out? Dragons should have a sharp sense of smell and whatnot, so the 4 dragons in the house probably found out that reader was pregnant before reader even knew lmao. Cue trio being extra caring and Arle being excessively protective! PART FOUR PART FIVE OMNOMNOMNOMNOM Also Arle being a whole head and torso higher than R in human form as a dragon is going to be hilarious (there's no need to transform into a full human so Arle goes into a form that saves more energy to transform into, hehehhe). Reader getting embarrassed by EVERYTHING because what do you do when your eye level is face to face with the most delicious abs and thighs possible? Not drool and want to worship even for good snuggles and for use as a pillow?

Dragon!reader makes this all the more interesting! Imagine magicking an egg that hatches as their child! Speaking of dragons a lot of them have what's known as a reverse scale, which is technically a weak point/treasure and getting to touch it is a huge symbol of trust. Thoughts on Dragon!R/Arle giving their SO the scale/letting SO touch it? And horns are really sensitive right? Arle petting D!reader's head and horns... oh my goodness. internally combusting due to Arle!!! Nuzzling deep into Arle's warm neck/chest to hide the embarrassment heheheh...

Also well written sfw blogs are a rare find because everybody is (rightfully) thirsting for Arle, like your mommas (whom I also read but don't dare to req because... tbh idk why they scare me even through the screen HAHSAHAHS I may have worse social anxiety than Bocchi of all people), so don't feel pressured in any way to change it unless you want to! We have your back always (I keep coming back for more of your writing as comfort food HASHHAH)

If I can hazard a guess, nobody req'ed Vampy!Arle yet because the people who would req vampy!Arle and the people who want a continuation of Late Night Devil (which has a similar atmosphere) is a circle (I am a part of it). DISHONOR ON YOUR FAMILY DISHONOR ON YOUR COW (but our fam doesn't even have a cow so the dishonor is going to the resident cat (me))

ONE UPPING THE HANAHAKI!!! How about 2 idiots in love who Hanahaki for each other but at the same time don't let the other know it, then someone (HotH trio, Furi, Tsaritsa, ANYONE) just locks them in a room and "here's the one chance you idiots in love have to talk it out, I am NOT opening this damned door if I hear coughing". WAIT NONONO THIS IS NOT A REQUEST THIS IS NOT A REQUEST THIS IS A ONE UPPER YOU HEAR YOU AXOLOTL (I KNOW AXOS DON'T HAVE EARS BUT THEY CAN HEAR SO THAT GOES THE SAME FOR YOU)

I love your fic lists! I have only one miff with them and it's my fault because I've read them all so there was nothing new to read HASHHAHAHA. But getting to read old classics again was great! (Istg why is mlm content so much easier to find... ao3 feeds haikaveh and chili well... but why not us :,<)

ALSO ALSO before I forget (because evidently i Forgot the last time) One Hell of a Butler... I MISS IT SM how did it take... what? 10k words for them to kiss under the facade of... FAKE MARRIAGE?? istg slow burn is the best but this is not even slow burning this is dry aging before it even goes to slowly roasting... (but like all meats treated this way it's also heavenly)

I think I've yapped too much with this one... oops. It's dead middle of the night here so I think I'm going to go read the Dragon fics again before getting some shut eye (hopefully it works)

Hi, 🍅 anon!! I'm glad you got your Furina even though she was more cracked than Arle, sadge ;-;. Furina is (or was, but I still consider her is) an Archon sooo.

I've searched up why Tumblr may not be letting me post my stuff, so hopefully I can get that fixed. Still really mad. The sad thing is is that I don't have a ton of ideas for arle angst ;-; except for arlevie. I love Clervie and Arlecchino 🫶 (but I love hurting them more). One of my friends is working on an arlevie fic and I'm so excited and I'm patiently waiting...

All of your dragon arle/reader thoughts are so hnghh ajk;flasjlk;as lmfao. Protective Arle 🥹 need. The fact that the trio and Arle can smell the baby before Reader even knows... a;jaafas. I honestly am trying to wrap my head around what a hybrid between human and dragon would be... maybe a wyvern? I have no clue lol. That is a problem for future me while writing dragon au pt.4.

Also yes, I'm aware that your user is anoncryinginthecorner, which is a genius name by the way. And ooh... Zhonglie has 2 dicks. Imagine Arle with -- well I'm sure you get what I'm thinking about.

I wish I made dragon reader cuter but I was hella tired and for some reason I kinda couldn't get any ideas. ;-; Also am I the only one who believes that d!arle/reader wrapping their tail around their s/o as cuddling is so 🥺 .

fa;fasjklasf; I'm like. stuck in between. I want to write smut, but I don't want to make it a thing. I know that smut is like 10x more popular than sfw so honestly it's a little tempting... but I'm not going to fall under the trap of more views/engagement! I have my little community here among the sfw and it's really cozy ^^. Also I don't know how nsfw blogs work... like how do you guys constant write horny all the time? I mean, I'm hypersexual but don't yall get tired of the same dicking around?? I'm pretty sure I would get exhausted of writing nsfw even if it's very self indulge.

anyways, point of that was I do want to stay sfw as much as possible, but I wanted to at least try posting smut once because i've never published smut before! and if it gets more engagement than anything I've ever written... oh well. I do admit it's a little saddening to me that I've put what, 3k, 4k, 5k, 6k words, however long my works are, and a 300 word smut blurb gets like more attention. It's unfortunate but eh. The dark side is not worth it. I love interacting with you guys 🫶. I also don't really like the idea of having to restrict my content to everyone, because I do want as many people who want my content to see it (though I hope minors don't read my smut, but they'll probably do anyways and that's just a fact of life I can't change).

I love my mommas, don't be scared (although that probably doesn't help, so...) They're really nice and I talk to them a lot outside of the occasional reblogs and comments under their posts. They have a discord channel if you want to talk to them but not request lol. I'm not in, because I don't use discord and talking to groups of people makes me want to combust...

anyways. I kinda get that those who want vampire arle may want more 'late night devil.' I've also seen you not mention nuit rouge, so to clarify, it's the idol arle with the delicious boob window. It's from the Srping? Hoyofair of this year. and I... need.

lmao, the one upping. what if... arle coughs out rainbow rose or lumidouce bells... that's the only thing i have for an idea currently. I mean @\aetherdoesthings is already making a hanahaki series for arle per my request 🥹 (i love you aether). if you're looking for a hanahaki, there's that. And okay, fine, I won't take this as a requset 🤭. I still have yours to do, which I think is the next one after the current one I have to work on.

ughhhh hearing 'One Hell of A Butler'... it's like nostalgia even tho it's not that old lmfao. I stopped working on it once I got requests and I'm just so-- man the amount of horny I had for demon butler arle... look. it is a really fine and unique opportunity for sub arle which is just so 🤤anyways, enough about that. high key, outside of horny, i had so much plot in mind including reader's and arle's traumatic backstory. maybe if somoene requests it i'll write the next part. 'One Hell of a Butler' was always supposed to be a slowburn but the slow burn is slow burning and oufff i just want to write them together ._.

speaking of another throwback, what about the series that probably built up my following 'arlecchino is a person.' i honestly don't even know how I came up with it, especially with 'arlecchino is a cold angst' (i prolly just wanted angst, and then I got another idea and another idea, and I thought-- why the hell not? might as well make it a series). I do want to do more series like that over my school break once that... maybe of a specific au or i could have each day a different au.

anyways, i've basically yapped as much you have so it's okay. we both know we don't mind haha. looking forward to your next response, whenever that is. no rush!

[daydreamerwonderkid]

Obi-wan Kenobi

Send Me a Character Ask Game

First impression: Oh, look! A cool old wizard guy who cracks jokes and does really neat shit with a glowing sword! :D

Impression now: This is the galaxy's most traumatized sad man to ever sad and holy fucking shit he did not deserve to have ANY of this to happen to him, omfg.

Also, he's hilarious as fuck and I wish more people realized what a snarky bitch he actually is XD

Favorite moment: Fuck, this is difficult. There's too many moments.

I'm sure I'll think of more later, but a moment that's coming to my mind right now is when he kept trolling Maul while he was ACTIVELY TRYING TO KILL HIM XD

And basically every moment he's teasing Anakin. Obi-wan refuses to pass up any opportunity to be funny as shit pffttt

Idea for a story: The amount of Obi-wan centric WIPS I have, dear fucking god. Will they ever see the light of day? Who fucking knows. But yeah a good portion of my daily brain activity goes to rotating this guy in my mind like a microwave.

Favorite relationship: The Disaster Trio will forever hold a place in my heart. Man, they make me mentally ill.

Oh, and of course Codywan. I will always be a sucker for a leader and their right hand dynamic. These two drive me fucking bonkers, you don't understand. Anyway, I'm gonna go fucking cry now.

Favorite headcanon: Too fucking many to count. I'll just say I think it's hilarious the fandom decided Stewjon (Obi-wan's home planet) is Space Scotland, though. I have a WIP somewhere with that premise, I think.

I do like the headcanon that he's an avid tea drinker. Idk why, it just makes sense to me. That and that he's fluent in Mando'a/Mandalorian culture for obvious reasons :3c

I'm also a sucker for headcanons/AUs where Obi-Wan takes on Cal Kestis as a padawan. I just need the only two red heads in the entirety of SW to stick together XD

[kiwibirdlafayette]

Hey there! What happens in your Mamma Mia/Trollhunter AU? And how do you feel about the Childhood Friend Romance trope, have you seen it done poorly or good? I’m thinking of how to write Draal’s death for my own fanfic, but what kind of heroic sacrifice should I give him?

Heya! Sorry its taken me a hot minute to get to this ask I honestly kinda forgot I had a TH Mamma Mia AU its been so long xD

From what I can find (since I dont believe I ever wrote anything down and only really made one drawing for it xD) I remember it mainly followed the plot of the musical, with Deya as Donna, and Aaarrrgghh as Sophie (and ofc Blinky is Sky because troll dads solos i've never faltered on that) IIRC, the changeling trio (Otto, Strickler and Nomura) were the mystery dads, but it was more about who 'created' him because I might have been goin by canon troll creation headcanons with the whole rock magic shit xD I also didnt ship any of em with Deya but it still couldve been crack at that. GummGumm experimentation couldve been a thing too.

It was nearly a fully troll dads AU but my OTP brain was like nah man I don't wanna make potential other pairings besides Blink n Aaarrggghh so theyre Soph and Sky (plus. lay all your love on me troll dads. can you just imagine AOUGH /pos leavin yall w that image)

Childhood friends to lovers is a really good trope! I've definitely seen it done really well and also not that great, and I've used it myself as well (Trollhunters marching band AU, c!Skizzpulse, origins Syndisparklez) I find it tends to work better when its not so much a blatant "ok now were older and adults we obviously have to go beyond just friends its obligatory" but more like "ive known you a long time, and maybe i fell in love you for other reasons then that but you're still my friend and we just get each other because we're already so close", like its gotta develop beyond just growing up in someway for me to really be invested in it xD

and oo sacrifice love me a good sacrifice :eyes: I don't know the plot of your fic, but if ya do wanna have him sacrifice himself, doing so against the will of the others is always peak angst (i.e., like Jim is meant to die or something, and Draal takes the fall instead before anyone else or him can give in)- that could be stuff like being the vessel for taking in the evil to prevent it from harming anything else, or taking out the big bad with him to save the rest of them :3 Trading his soul for someone else to live would also be kinda cool, or if you want it a battle scene, using himself as the weapon that ends the final boss smiles

[redorich]

A favorite trope of mine has always been- getting to see another person’s past. Is it some kind of judgment thing by a higher power? Something like Freeze Day from SCTFOE? Person trapped in a nightmare and their nightmare is being projected? Who knows. All that’s important is after months of healing, some of the Hermits get to see exactly what Tommy went through. It shows short clips of him before being happy, the rise and fall of Manburg, Wilbur going insane, the festival, the withers, all of it. Just short clips of these things though. The last clip of the SMP is just Dream’s mask outlined by his green hood saying, “you’ll stay here alone with just me until you learn to be quite and respectful and not fight those who are in power over you. Even if you have to stay out here *forever*.”

This turned into a whole drabble smh xD

((btw @give-grian-rights helped me so thank you))

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The remaining hermits aren’t sure what happened. They have no way of knowing. There was a witch involved, Cub thinks, but what their fallen friends must have done to piss her off to the point of getting cursed is beyond their ken. Among those laid out are Cleo, Grian, Xisuma, Zedaph, and Tommy.

Scar and Cub work their Vex magic together to figure out that their friends are trapped in their worst memories. (Etho calls it a Demonic Hell Viewing Illusion, and False smacks him upside the head for the Naruto reference.) Holding hands with a victim pulls you in, but that’s what they’re counting on. Joe’s already wading through Cleo’s nightmare before anyone gets the chance to ask, and Impulse and Tango aren’t far behind doing the same for Zedaph. However, it doesn’t work for Grian, Xisuma, and Tommy; they were found already holding hands. They must have figured something out about the curse before they succumbed to it. All the hermits can do for them, for the time being, is hope.

Tommy, Grian, and Xisuma wake to the smell of sulphur and smoke. The ground is orange and littered with bullets. Grian grabs Tommy’s hand, and Xisuma grabs a discarded rifle. Tommy points his finger up at the top of a mound of scrap metal and dead bodies. There’s a nether portal, except the obsidian is whiter than quartz. That's where they have to go to get out of here.

All around them, demons lurch and shriek and hiss and all sorts of unholy behavior, bodily flinging themselves at the trio as though they know none of them can take the men on their own, and that just by dogpiling them all one of them will get lucky. Xisuma instantly snaps into a professional mode, the way he sometimes does when he's killing zombies but they keep social spawning. He takes up the lead with machine gun fire and grenades, carving a path through the crowd. Grian takes up the rear with a handgun. Neither Xisuma nor Tommy ask why Grian is so comfortable with a gun. They've got more pressing issues.

An imp gets lucky. It's just enough to crack the visor of Xisuma's helmet, and the imp instantly gets mowed down.

"I can't see," Xisuma rasps through gritted teeth.

"Then take the helmet off," Tommy says, cleaving through an enemy with a sharp piece of scrap metal. Grian breathes in sharply. As far as Grian's aware, Xisuma always wears his helmet.

Xisuma goes quiet for a second. "I suppose you've got a point."

The helmet gets dropped to the ground and demon limbs shuffle it away. They don't have time to look at Xisuma's wild brown hair, his purple eyes, the burn scars on his jaw.

They make it to the portal all in one piece. Xisuma takes one last wistful look at the Martian hellscape, then takes his friends' hands. They step through the portal together.

----

They step out of the portal into the foyer of a high school. Grian's eyes shutter.

"We'll be headed toward the roof, I believe," he says, staring dully through the spectre of a broken, bloody man holding a rope.

Tommy latches onto Grian's clammy hand to ground him as the three ascend stairs and traverse the dark, winding hallways. The ghost follows them. It isn't like Ghostbur-- it's, well, not vengeful, but it's not kind. The man named Gareth keens about Grian's sins, about a boy named Taurtis who Gareth hates, about mafia and yakuza, about his poor wife Jane.

On the last set of stairs, Gareth makes a wailing remark that causes Grian to bodily flinch. Tommy doesn't even know what the ghost said (he wasn't listening).

"Fuck off," Tommy says, "you're the shittest ghost I've ever met. Even my brother could..."

He trails off. This is not the way to fix things for Grian. On a hunch, he reaches into his pocket. Of course the object he's looking for is in there; it's his brother's coat.

He holds the object out to the ghost. "Have some blue."

Gareth warily takes it, dropping his rope. It floods periwinkle, then cyan, then dark royal blue. A weight seems lifted from the ghost's shoulders as he clutches the blue, mutters something about Jane, and leaves.

Tommy takes Grian's hand, then Xisuma's, and they go through the door to the school's rooftop together. They halt as one. The portal is there. Standing between them is a boy maybe Tommy's age, with a corpse at his feet.

"Sam," Grian whispers. "Taurtis."

The standing boy smiles, eyes obscured by a purple mask with a rectangular symbol on it, and flexes bloody wings. The corpse on the ground has blood all over its back, where wings once were, and broken headphones around his neck.

"Man, Grian, you really held out on me," Sam says. "This Watcher power really is something else--"

Sam topples over backward. His body hits the ground in front of the portal. Xisuma lowers his gun.

"He looked like bad news," Xisuma says.

Grian grimaces. "He was. Come on, let's go."

They once again step into the portal.

----

“Do you want to be a hero, Tommy?” Technoblade roars, “Then die like one!”

Their paltry little group of three gets no chance to take in their surroundings, to see what’s going on and where they need to go. All they can process is the legendary PvP champion, acolyte of the Blood God, Technoblade, unleashing Withers upon what once might have been a town.

Tommy yanks them into cover. “I don’t know where the portal is,” he hisses.

Grian squeezes his shoulder. “We’ll find it.”

Explosions rain hellfire down upon them from all angles-- not just the Withers, but TNT buried in the ground. They’re so close, they can see the man who set it off. And he must have, because he’s yelling about it, yelling about his L’Manberg and his unfinished symphony and begging his father to kill him. He’s wearing Tommy’s coat--

Bile rises in the back of Grian’s throat. Tommy wears his brother’s coat.

Tommy’s eyes are glued to the gleaming diamond sword that Wilbur gives to his father. He watches his brother die all over again, and he knows where he must go. He turns his back on his broken family and breathes.

“We need to go to the Nether,” he says. They nod.

The black portal is across the battlefield. They come across corpses more than once on their way, but ignore them. They can’t afford not to.

In the Nether, there is a rickety, dangerous pathway with no rails, made of cobblestone and obsidian and oak logs. Manic-depressive ravings on signs proclaim the path as the road to Logstedshire. Piglins try to knock them off to no avail, and ghasts blow up the bridge behind them as they run. On the other side of the Logstedshire portal is... actually not a hellscape, as Grian and Xisuma have come to expect, but a little village encampment. Nothing is blown up, nothing is amiss, except Tommy himself. And, of course, the figure they spot after they catch Tommy staring at it.

It’s Dream. The up-and-coming famous speedrunner who Grian faintly recalls killing once in MCC, which was apparently a big deal. The man approaches, and Grian realizes where he recognizes the mask from. It’s the same one that Tommy wears.

“Tommy,” Dream says conversationally, “items in the pit.”

Tommy’s hand wavers, reaches up to unclasp his chestplate, but Xisuma’s hand on his shoulder stops him.

“No,” Tommy says.

“No?” Dream parrots incredulously. “You know the rules. It’s for your own good. Armor in the pit. Tools in the pit. Friends in the pit.”

They all gasp, though for different reasons. Tommy’s eyes narrow. “Friends in the pit? You’ve never said that one before.”

Dream’s head twitches. “Friends in the pit. Friends. In the pit.”

The man’s voice is deeper than Tommy remembers. Something seems to resolve within Dream’s behavior, yet he keeps twitching. “You’re in exile, Tommy, you don’t need. Friends. I’m all you need. You were doing so good. I thought you learned to behave. I’m all you need. You don’t need friends.”

What happened to the eloquent poison that used to drip from Dream’s tongue like honey? He sounds like a broken record. All at once, Tommy staggers under the weight of the realization that this isn’t Dream. Somewhere underneath that horrible man that abused him is the real Dream, trapped in his own body and watching the dreamon that possessed him hurt his friends.

Xisuma’s gun makes an appearance again, but Tommy holds up a hand in a silent request for the admin to hold his fire. Tommy grabs Dream by the shoulders, removes Dream’s mask and then his own so that he can look the man in the eyes. “I know you’re in there, Dream. When I get out of this nightmare, I’ll save you. I swear it on my discs.”

Dream’s face twitches erratically. The movement spreads to his whole head, neck jerking. He raises straight up into the air, higher and higher, then explodes into a shower of items and no body. A white portal shimmers into existence.

“What the hell was that?!” Grian demands.

Tommy grins, taking the man’s hand and leading him to the portal. “I’ve got a friend to save.”

Grian snarls. “Tommy, he abused you. He’s not your friend.”

“That wasn’t Dream. It was a--”

“Dreamon,” Xisuma breathes.

Tommy nods. They walk through the portal together, and when they wake, holding each other close, they know they’ve got a mission. They can do it.

[astranne]

I just looked at your xiao brainrot list and cracked the hardest smile ever. I did not know i was the stone for so many things

But aaaaaaaanyways im in a brainrot mood 🙏 so! PG!Xiao making a comeback

I dont know much about Valorant, because mainly id cry if someone yelled at me but PG!Xiao would 100% get pissed if someone isn't carrying their weight in the match or trash talking on mic and STILL low on the board. Atp PG!Xiao and like two other people are carrying.

PG!Xiao in a CoD match? Id leave so fast. Immediately. I can see him being insanely good with close quarters. He probably always ranks at the leaderboard. Bro got a badge of damn honor for the amoubt of wins he has

Him in a fortnite match? He says "he doesnt take fortnite serious because of the kids and wanna go easy" till hes the last one alive and he's clenching his mouse and practically stopped breathing to focus on winning. I can, without a doubt see him always running solo natches no matter what. And he limits himself on what he buys because "its a stupid game ill delete it later" and "its a waste of money" then buys the newest pickaxe skin.

Pg!Xiao in minecraft. (The screech made me laugh) He would 100% have a hardcore world thats NEARLY on par with PhilZa's. He respects that man too much to actually showoff his building skills and calls it an insult to humanity when someone compares him to Phil. Forbid you say hes better than Phil hes immediately chewing them out.

PG!Xiao on DreamSMP? I haven't been caught up with that in like a good year honeslty, but ill use what i know. Xiao would 100% have underground tunnels connecting to important places and such. He probably knows everything that goes on, on and off streams. Bro's usually spotted in the background just watching with his stream off which makes it creepier (he claims to see how good they are at pvp and if they can even fight him). For the MCC Championship. God he treats it so casually. Hes calm and collected but each time hes first somewhere hes dying inside because he's mortified of the expectations.

Horror game? Oh my god, he collapses when Hu Tao mentions a game and tells him to stream it ("Xiao itll be funny if you scream like you that time-" "It was one time!") she drags Childe along (the fans loving named them the Ragdoll Trio because Childe practically looses his voice when he screams at a jumpscare, Hu Tao laughs so loud, and Xiao inching around every corner) and makes it worse.

PG!Xiao with his setup tho? Probably green and light blue hues? Ik. If Xiao was a faceless streamer his entire fanbase would LOVE his yaksha mask and he secretly adores it when younger fans makes him fanart. (Dont tell anyone but when they send him fanart he keeps it on a wal behind his camera/monitor so his fans wont see it and he can always feel motivated)

Also, the hater thing? Xiao's fans would absolutely without a single doubt turn from the sweetest most welcoming fans into the most rude and vile fandom on a drop of a hat. Even Xiao gets surprised when drama is brought up within the community or with another because his fans are so... a word doesnt describe how he feels when he sees them ripping apart someone for saying he cant beat a certain streamer (the tiktok comment ratio to likes is always reaching a thousand or more)

-🪶(if i spelt anything wrong my bad its 5am where i live🫶)

damn, fischl anon blessing us again-

as always, more under the cut <3

pg!xiao just hits different. just yeah-always happy he's making a comeback lmao xD

actually, i don't know much about valorant either, but i know xiao would carry his team. and yes, you are totally right- if someone is being an ass, you bet xiao will not hold back. not when his rank is at risk lmao

xiao in CoD is a monster (he's actually a monster in any game he touches but especially CoD). you bet he's actually first known for that, like the really geeky gamers just watch his CoD streams to watch him play and try and get some tips. but then they notice how he slays literally everywhere else and suddenly they are his fans <33

and i don't know much about CoD either, but you bet he's probably one of the best known players there. once you see his name pop up, you know you're fucked

xiao plays fortnite just to spite the kids <3. he will buy all skins to spite all the little brats there <3 he will be the last man standing just to spite everyone <3 and no one can convince him to stop. just- spiteful!xiao-

my days of watching minecraft streamers goes waaay back, so i don't know that many, but even i know the legend. so does xiao. and xiao looks up to this man, i can't even. all of his fans are also PhilZa fans, just because. if you stand xiao, you stan his idols too. many pray for a collab, or just the two of them playing together, but they still have to pray.

i must admit- i know just the barest scraps about DreamSMP. i don't really follow many youtubers, i don't have the time for that even tho i wish i would have. but yes- xiao is all knowing. they actually fear him, since he's so calm and just... so chill?? it doesn't help he's an absolute monster but yeah-

it's actually his fans and mods who snitch to him where everyone is. he has a team of spies (because yes he has) and they have mod roles, but are actually not mods. this helps him when he reads the full chat he always has to get his information. but sometimes it's still too fast and they just,,, spill everything in his discord server, probably whispering in vc where his enemies are. it's the best guarded secret in his fandom, you bet his fans will get feral when someone tries to spill.

RAGDOLL TRIO, RAGDOLL TRIO- yes. the one and only trio. everytime he streams with them, he always reaches super high numbers and those best of moments videos on youtube always gain millions of viewers. hu tao is super proud of that and always reposts them, while childe probably owns one of the most known fan accounts of the ragdoll trio. he just loves to edit himself <3

also, xiao is blessed with his fans. he feels so honored how they defend him but actually kind of fears them too lmao. he just prays he will never make them mad. (xiao darling, you could never-)

OKAY THAT'S IT- aaahh this was so fun?? thank you sm for sending your thoughts my dear anon <33 maybe one day i will write gamer!xiao fr. maybe when my askbox is no longer so full-

[covenofwives]

Hi Coven! For the questions, how about 3, 9 + 10 for “The Blame Game”? (I think this is the most read fic on tumblr for me tbh I always go back to it)

Ah the Blame Game. I consider this my best fic yet. My classic, as it were.

3. What’s your favorite line of narration?

“Tell me who’s idea it was, or the Tickle Monster’s going to make a visit.” The Tickle Monster?! Dream almost wanted to laugh. Half over anticipation and half over how childish the threat was. A nervous giggle bubbled out his throat while George nearly screamed, falling into helpless cackles.

(this is also my bonus second fave) “Dream!” George screeched and suddenly Dream’s hoodie was yanked, near enough chocking him and pulling him back from the wall. He went to yell out, mad as he was about to break through, when he saw it. The ceiling of the room cracked and with the weak spot in the wall collapsed. Dream jumped back, pushing George with him to the back wall. The side of the room collapsed. Water rushed in for a moment before the walls caved in. It was like the room had folded in half. The opening was closed up, stopping the water rushing in, but trickles and a small stream was making it’s way in. The water had reached to their ankles, and slowly rising. “You nearly died!” George yelped. “That could have been you under that rubble!”

9. Were there any alternate versions of this fic?

Sort of, but also sort of not. The idea for this fic was locked in solid the only thing that would change of it was what exactly XD would save the two from. I had a few ideas for what adventures they could be going on before settling on an ocean monument. One idea I regret not using was Dream and George somehow sneaking through and making their way to the End Realm. They'd meet the Dragon totally unprepared but before she could kill them XD would save and get them out of there, then the fic would pretty much go on as usual. I think if I ever rewrote the fic I'd use that idea (or i'll save that idea for a future fic)

10. Why did you choose this pairing for this particular story?

Hehe. Well in full honesty it was Llama who chose the pairing for this fic. She sent me this wonderful concept in the first place and we both loved/love the XD/Dream/George pairing for fics. The simp trio hehe.

[funkymbtifiction]

Do sp doms value "acts of service" from others (more than other instinctive types)? i.e. if someone does something that would increase their comfort without asking?

I would think so, because sp-doms often wind up being the caregiver for others weaker in sp. That both feels like an obligation at times and as their natural focus. So someone else contributing, pampering them, etc., or being attentive to their needs would feel good.

Also, I've realized that the general culture of a club I used to be in seems a lot more sx-heavy than I'm used to. One would think that lots of sx results in feeling very connected with people, and that's how it felt for me at first and why I got involved. But in retrospect, people are always honing in on those they feel drawn to, pulling them aside, not focusing so much on group activities and chances to bond as a whole. It's like everyone comes together and is competing for the attention of the few people they REALLY care about (which is not to say they don't care about others, but the focus is very specific.) Then they leave in much smaller pairs/trios, or some so/sx types stick together in a giant group to do... something unclear. When I talk to sx-users, it feels like they expect me to be focused on them in order to invest their time in me. But for me, I need someone to invest time in order to feel comfortable focusing that much on the interaction (and not fretting over what everyone is doing and how to stay "involved.") Otherwise it just feels kind of obsessive.

As an so/sp (I think), this results in me generally feeling disconnected for a while unless a big "group game" starts (we have board game nights that I love) or there's some more specific itinerary, or unless I get into a conversation with someone who seems generally interested in what I have to say, who isn't just seeking a "rush" of how exciting I can be. To get me excited, you ask me questions. I'm not sure what gets sx-users excited.

Ultimately, returning to this club has made me realize that I feel exhausted and alone if I spend too long there trying to connect in a way that makes me comfortable, because people just... aren't going to adapt the way they socialize in a way that makes me comfortable. There are non-sx users there (and so/sx types) but if feels like the way people are encourage to interact is very sx-heavy. So I just have to leave once I've "exhausted" all the conversations I can, which I guess makes me seem boring.

Anyway, there isn't meant to be a point of "sx is bad," more that... there was that ask before about not truly feeling "connected" to sx-blinds if you use sx. The same is true for me—I can easily feel "disconnected" in a very sx-heavy setting (though it can be exciting at first.)

I think some places attract certain subtypes more than others (I could make a crack here about Home Depot being the place sp-doms gather, but I won't xD ), and some generate more 'heat' than others. Anyplace where a hookup is possible is going to draw sp-doms who use sex as a recreational activity or 'need' and/or sx users looking for a brief hit (sp/sx, so/sx, usually, though some sx/sps assume how you start a relationship is hookup culture). What gets sx-doms excited? Being attracted to/repulsed by something, chemistry, an instant connection, heat, competing for sexual attention (making sure I am the center of others' focus).

What would an sp-heavy setting look like?

Someplace fun that requires you to be connected to your body and/or living life to the fullest by doing things -- sports, for example. Laser tag. A really comfortable movie-watching experience. A spa that pampers you. Anything that encourages comfort!

[space-lynn]

Hey I just wanted to say I love the unintentional gods au! Will you be posting more by any chance?

Yup! Here's Sasha's POV! But if you mean more after this... probably. The original character Dawn Kaen belongs to a friend of mine, while Nash Viseriox belongs to me. Enjoy reading!

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Being a god wasn’t easy. It wouldn’t be if you still had a few things from your mortal life to fix. And even if Sasha no longer had any of those, being a god still wasn’t easy. Sure, she’s free from school, free from political jobs (she might as well do something nice for her girlfriends for juggling mortal and cosmic duties), but she wasn’t free from her godly duties. Never will be, she supposed, but there were small instances that she enjoyed. Such as laying on a random rock in the middle of space, watching the ever changing multiverse around her.

A little much needed break from her cosmic duties. Peaceful, relaxing, and quiet--

“Hey, Sasha~”

“Waybright! There you are!”

--if it weren’t for her companions.

A soft groan escaped her lips and she cracked one eye open, tiredly glaring at the owners of those voices.

“Nash. Dawn,” she greeted.

If anyone thought that the Calamity Trio were the only deities around, they were wrong. There were others like them, modern gods born from unfortunate mortals who fully tapped into their prophesied power and became celestial beings. The two standing over her were examples of those mortals.

“Awwww. Don’t sound like that,” Dawn Kaen said, a bipedal fox, from a planet that worshipped her, and a goddess of death. Sasha had met her during an unsavory trip to another planet.

“Something on your mind, Waybright?” Nash Viseriox asked, sharp teeth bared into a grin she’s come to know as worried. She didn’t know what species he was or where he’s from, just that he reminded her of a dragonborn Marcy excitedly explained in a DnD session when they were ten. He was a space god much like her and they’d met when two kingdoms fought one another to prove which space god was best: him or her.

A dumb thing to fight over if you asked her.

“Was just trying to relax,” she muttered, stretching. She looked over at Dawn and asked, “What are you doing here, Dawn? Haven’t you got work to do?”

“Too many deaths,” the fox grumbled, then shrugged. “It’s gotten… meh.”

“Seriously?” Nash asked.

“Hey!” Dawn snarled, whirling to glare at him. “You try your hand at being a god of death!”

“Sure thing! I’ll be better at it than you.”

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean? If I were a god of the cosmos, I’d be doing a better job than--”

A deep rumbling noise echoed from somewhere to her left, interrupting her. Dawn’s ears stood up at that, her tail going in between her legs.

“Well,” she squeaked, “nevermind about that. I’ll go do my job and I’ll let you guys do your work! See you soon!”

She disappeared not a second after, leaving her and Nash alone.

The sound echoed once more and the two space gods turned towards it.

Devourers, shapeless creatures of the void who reincarnated after countless deaths and who loved to eat everything. It was the fucking reason why Sasha was gone for week or months, the reason why she couldn’t come home to her girlfriends everyday because she had to fight months-long battles against these things. Devourers weren’t the only celestial problems in the multiverse, and it was a space god’s calling to deal with those problems.

A loud whooshing sound came from beside her, and she glanced over to see Nash compress a hand-made black hole into a battle axe.

He smirked, “You ready?”

She stood up slowly and lazily smiled, star-forged swords appearing in her hands. “Always.”

-----

She came home late at night a week after that, the eldritch beast a foe she’d already met in battle. A foe she’d already know the weakness of. She slipped through the front door, locked it and padded into her and her girlfriends’ bedroom. Marcy and Anne were already asleep, so she carefully tiptoed around to snatch a few things for a quick shower, to ease her aching muscles, and a comfy change of clothes.

She silently made her way to their bed, slowly settled herself behind Marcy but the soft creak of the bed woke her partners’ up.

“Sash?”

“Sasha?”

Two groggy voices asked.

Fuck-

Two pairs of brown eyes slid to her.

“Hi,” she smiled softly. “Go back to sleep, I’m just… tucking myself in.”

“Hrmmm,” Anne grumbled, breathing almost even. “Welcrm hrm.”

“Thanks.”

Marcy rolled over, one hand out to grab at Sasha’s shirt. She tugged and the resulting pained hiss that escaped Sasha snapped the two in bed awake.

Damn her traitorous mouth!

Anne sat up immediately, brows furrowed. “Are you hurt?”

“No, I’m fine,” Sasha lied, trying her best to hide the pained expression on her face.

Marcy narrowed her eyes, the hand still touching Sasha’s shirt skimming across the fabric until it softly pressed into Sasha’s side. The blonde flinched, hand flying to her side.

She heard Anne curse under her breath, and Sasha felt the area around her flicker. She found herself on the bed soon after, in between Anne and Marcy. Anne had an arm wrapped around her, her free hand underneath Sasha’s shirt putting pressure on one of the very deep wounds as her powers helped it heal.

Sasha whimpered, eyes shutting tight and pushing herself deeper into Anne embrace.

“Sorry,” the brunette kissed her head.

“I didn’t know Devourers could do this,” Marcy frowned, arms coming around the blonde to comfort her.

“Bane,” Sasha gasped and Marcy winced.

“Makes sense.”

Anne and Marcy held onto Sasha as she bucked, whined or yelped, whispering sweet nothings into her ear to ease her. The blonde slumped afterwards, barely able to keep herself awake, energy drained from Anne using it to heal her grievous wounds.

“You okay?” the brunette asked.

“Yeah,” she muttered, “thanks.”

“No prob, Sashimi.”

Marcy held her hand and squeezed, “You should sleep.”

“You, too,” a mumble.

Anne and Marcy shared a smile, then took turns to press a kiss to Sasha’s lips. The blonde smiled sleepily.

“We will,” Marcy assured her.

“Good night, Sash,” the gods of life and knowledge said.

“G’night.”

~~~~~

Will I make more for this AU? Probably... If I'm uninspired to write other snippets or continue my fics (I really need to focus on those XD). Always giving my thanks to @fermented-writers-block for this wonderful idea. I'll be taking a break from this AU to answer other requests and work on my fics.

I hope y'all enjoyed reading this! Have a nice morning, afternoon or evening! Until the next snippet!

[mobagehelllocal]

“fish are friends not food”

Hiii! I'm supposed to be sleeping but shhhh! My ma can't know I'm awake. Anywaysss! May I request a scenario for the Octavinelle trio and Leona and Ruggie? Where they react to their s/o crying and swearing to never eat octopus/eel/lion/hyena ever again when she finds out about them being mermen/part animal? I'm not sure if you have character limit or not, but if you then the scenario is only for the Octavinelle trio! Thank you very much :)) -- from @lulubrielle​

A/N: Hello hello. So originally I was planning to do all of Savanaclaw and Octavinelle (the requester added Jack on a separate ask) but... I had a difficult time writing it. Since I felt like I couldn’t write anything fun out of it, I decided to not do Savanaclaw. I’m sorry! ;u; On the other hand, I recently tried eel... it was pretty good XD 

I think this ended up as crack lmao. I hope you enjoy!

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When you shuffled into the office with a pretty hesitant, and guilty expression--Azul tensed.

“Do I...” he cleared his throat, “do I need to hide a body for you? Because I will, if you need that.” 

“What?” you turned to look at him so fast you got whiplash. “No, no it’s not that.” 

“Oh. Alright.” Azul sighed, as he pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose. “Then why are you so nervous?” You flinched.

“Is it that obvious?” you squeaked.

“You normally don’t act like this at all...” Azul mused. “Though recently you’ve looked really nervous.” You looked off into another direction, a sheepish expression on your face.

“It’s just...”

“Just what?” 

“It’s...” you inhaled quickly, “ImsorryIllnevereatoctopusagain.” 

“I beg your pardon?” Azul raised both of his brows, as he stared you down.

“I’m... sorry... I’ll never...” you struggled, “eat octopus again.” 

“...” Azul just gave you a dead stare, and you rushed to try explain yourself. 

“I... okay so... back in my world... it’s like... a delicacy.” you cleared your throat, “octopus... that is.” 

SLAP.

You flinched in surprise and when you looked up nervously at Azul, he had apparently slapped his own forehead. 

“Oh Sweet Witch.” Azul muttered, “you too?”

“What do you mean--” 

“I grew up with Jade and Floyd Leech.” Azul sighed in response, “I know all about their love for octopus dishes.” 

“Wait, they like octopus?”

“They’re eel mermen. What did you expect?” Azul leant back against his seat. 

“You’re not mad?” 

“If this was a few years ago, I might have been offended.” Azul raised a hand rub his temples. “But fortunately for you, I’ve grown accustomed to it because of those two.”

“You don’t mind?” 

“Not as much as I used to truthfully. You’re not thinking of me as the meal, right?” You looked at him in a contemplative way, and Azul flushed crimson.

“I don’t know Azul--you’re quite the snack yourse--” 

“I don’t mean that way!” he said sharply. You let out a giggle. 

“But yeah... I can’t imagine eating merman... mermen?” 

“Then it’s fine. There’s a difference between an octopus merman, and an octopus. If octopus food is something you enjoy, feel free to talk to the twins about it.” Azul sighed deeply. “I’m sure they’ll be thrilled.” 

“Oh, no... I mean it seriously. Ever since seeing your mermaid form--I can’t think of octopus the same way.” you peered at him curiously. “Is that how you felt too?”

“Certainly. There are some octopus mermen who can eat octopus cuisine...” Azul’s brow twitched at the memory. “but it’s something I don’t really want to know, nor do I need to know.” 

“Oh I see.” the two of you fell silent, before you said, “I’m glad I was able to say it. I was so worried...” 

Azul’s face relaxed, and he couldn’t help chuckle at the genuine relief that spread across your face in response. Weren’t you adorable?

“Actually... there is one other thing.” you looked at him again, “how do you think the twins will react if I tell them I’ve eaten eel before?”  

Azul’s brows raised at that, before his chuckle got dark.

“Oh... do tell.” 

--

"Go on.” Azul said, quite gleeful. “Tell them.” 

Jade and Floyd exchanged a confused glance. While Jade’s confusion was only outwardly visible in his eyes... Floyd was full on frowning. 

Azul had only told them that you had something important to say, before he sat you in front of them. You twiddled your fingers nervously as Azul sat, smug, right beside you. 

“I’ve... god I don’t know how to say this.” 

“Did you... squeeze someone too hard?” Floyd had a glitter of interest in his eyes. 

“Do you have a dead body in need of hiding?” Jade quietly asked, “we can do that pretty efficiently--” 

“Why? Why do you all think I have a dead body to hide?” you cried. 

“Boo.” Floyd slumped back in his seat, but his frown was gone--replaced with a mischievous smile. 

“We always think about the worst case scenario.” Jade said. 

“Have you actually--? Ever--?”

“No. But it’s best to be prepared.” Jade smiled, “so then, what has got you so worked up?” 

“No it’s not that.” you shook your head. “It’s because... I’ve eaten eel before.” 

“What.” the twins stated in unison, eyes wide--while Azul cackled from your side.

“I’ve eaten eel before.” you repeated.

“You ate eel?” Floyd had a disgusted look on his expression. “Eww... why would you eat eel?” 

“It’s a delicacy back in my world.” You looked up, “why do you both look so horrified?”

“I just never imagined...” Jade stared at you, stunned. “I didn’t know people ate eel.” 

“Do people not eat eel here? Azul said you eat octopus.” 

“But that’s different.” Floyd said stubbornly, “octopus is octopus, eel is eel. You can eat octopus, but you just don’t eat eel.” Floyd’s brows furrowed as if he was presented with one of the world’s biggest mysteries, and he was trying desperately to solve it. 

“I... I don’t get it.” you said, confused, and Azul chuckled lowly. You turned your head to see him smirk.

“Now you know how I felt when you just casually told me you ate octopus.” 

“Was that not in middle school?” Jade exhaled, his face exhausted, “are you really... getting revenge for that?”

“Yes.” Azul said, “call me petty, but you horrified me back then, so be horrified now.” 

“Azul please.” you shot him a look, before you turned back to the twins. “Anyways... I only brought it up because I’m never eating eel again. It feels weird now that I know you too... so I just... wanted to confess to it, and I’ll never do it again.”

“...I... I see.” Jade nodded, “it’s certainly a revelation... but I feel a little glad knowing you won’t be... eating eel.” Jade still looked so confused--you could see all the thoughts running through his head.

“Eating... eel...” repeated Floyd, who also--looked as confused, if not more than his twin. “... but that’s... so weird... and eew...” 

“Did I break them?” you asked Azul.

“If you did, thank Witch for that.”

“Azul!” 

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[thatonerandomfan4]

Madness Combat: Just Bros Being Dudes

AO3 Link:

(Hhh This Took A Long Ass While Lmao)

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Fandom: Madness Combat

Characters: Deimos, Sanford, Hank (Briefly), Jebus (Briefly), Tricky (Briefly)

Platonic Or Romantic?: Romantic Sanmos

Summary: Just A Normal Saturday In Nevada For The Boyfriends, Sanford And Deimos. They Also Share Their First Kiss With The Help Of Hank And Tricky Thanks To A Text Message. Also Deimos Makes A Lot Of Jokes, If You Know Them Then Congrats. :) If Not, That's Ok.

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The Sound Of The Alarm Clock Went Off At 8:00 AM, Causing Deimos To Wake Up From His Slumber. He Sat Up From The Sleeping Position He Was In And Yawned While Stretching Before Hitting The Snooze Button And Rubbing His Eyes. Looking Over To His Side, He Noticed Sanford Was Absent From His Side Of The Bed. It Was Cold, So He Had Been Probably Gone For A While Now. It Was Done Nicely Compared To The Smaller Man's Side Of The Bed, Which Was Very Messy.

Deimos Knew San Liked To Wake Up An Hour Or Two Earlier Than Him All The Time. He Did That Even If They Weren’t Being Bothered By The L33t / A.A.H.W (Agency Against Hank Wimbleton) Groups Anymore. Deimos Slipped On The Closest Pair Of Slippers He Had By The Bed And Headed Toward The Kitchen. There He Heard Pans Being Set Down On The Stove Or In The Sink To Be Washed Later And Bacon Sizzling In A Pan.

Sanford Was At The Stove Making Breakfast While Whistling One Of Their Favorite Songs. That Favorite Song Happened To Be Poker Face By Lady Gaga, Deimos Would Always Sing And Dance Happily To It While Sanford Watched And Laughed During Their Breaks In Between Missions. Deimos Instantly Smiled At The Sight Of His Boyfriend Being In A Good Mood On A Morning. Everyone Knew Sanford Wasn't Much Of A Morning Person, He Was Only Cheerful When He Knew He Was Going To Have A Good Day.

It Always Was Fun Going On Missions Together And Then Getting To Relax With Each Other Afterwards. They Loved To Chat And Goof Off With Each Other All The Time. The Smaller Man Quietly Shuffled Into The Kitchen Being Careful Not To Distract The Man Cooking And Sat Down In A Chair. Ford Smiled And Flipped The Pancakes In The Pan. San Turned Around To See His Beloved Boyfriend Sitting At The Table.

Sanford, Smug: “Enjoying The View, Dee?’

Deimos, Jumping In Surprise And Hiding His Face In Embarrassment: “U-Uh What? Yeah, I Like Roses. I Mean What-”

Sanford, Giggling A Bit: “What? Anyway, How Many Pancakes Do You Want?”

Deimos: “Ooo, Can I Have 4?”

Sanford Nods And Turns Around, Walking Back To The Stove To Continue Their Breakfast. Deimos Watched His Boyfriend With Love In His Eyes. Dee Loved Watching His Boyfriend Do Anything; He Even Has A Whole Photo Album Full Of...Just Sanford In Battle Poses, Laying Down, Sitting, Ect..

Sanford Knew About Deimos’s Pictures. He Didn’t Really Mind, It Was Just When They Got Posted Online And Girls Were Coming To The Posts and Simping For The Man In The Bandana. Cut Back To Deimos Looking At Sanford With Love In His Eyes, Dee’s Tablet Vibrated On The Table.

Deimos Quickly Picked It Up, And Saw It Was From Hank. His Panic Died Down A Bit, And He Just Stared At The Notification. Like Sanford, Hank Liked Getting Up Early So He Can Get Things Done. One Of Those Things Would Be Making Sure Tricky Wasn’t Eating All The Food In The Fridge. Tricky Normally Has To Be Fed At Least 8 Times A Day To Ease His Chaotic Nature For A Few Minutes At Most. Then Jebus Has To Look After Him For Safety Reasons.

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Hank: Deimos. Are You Up?

Hank: Deimos? It's 7:04 AM.

Hank: ?

Hank: Deimos??

Hank: Oh Yeah. I Forgot You Like To Sleep In

Hank: You're Probably Going To Wake Up At 8:30 AM, As Always.

Hank: Anyway, I Just Wanted To Say Tricky Misses You Guys. He Keeps Talking About You And He’s Wondering If You 2 Can Come Play With Him Later Today Or Tomorrow.

Hank: He's Happy You Two Are A Couple Now. He Bought A Gift For You Too.

Hank: Well….He Stole It, Then I Had To Pay For The Damage….AND The Gift

Hank: Also, Quick Question….Have You 2 Even Kissed Yet?

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There Was Silence For A Good 3 Seconds Until Deimos Screamed, Startling Sanford. The Tablet Fell On The Table Before Ford Could Even Reach His Boyfriend. The Man In The Bandana Hugged His Boyfriend To Calm Him. Ford Thought It Was Some Fangirl Who Messaged Him And Sent Something Gross As That Happened Very Often. He Took The Tablet To See For Himself, And Snorted When He Saw The Message. He Looked At Deimos Desperately Trying Not To Laugh At What He Saw.

Sanford: “You-” *He Quietly Giggles, Trying Not To Embarrass Deimos On Purpose* “You’re Screaming Because We Haven’t Kissed Yet?”

Deimos: “Well- I- Yo- We- He-”

He Was Immediately Silenced By His Boyfriend’s Lips Making Contact With His. They Stayed Like That For A Few Minutes Before Sanford Pulled Back And Got Back To The Stove. Deimos Just Sat There In Shock, His Face All Hot And Red. That Was Their First Ever Kiss, And Deimos Wanted To Be Involved Too. Just Thinking About It Made Him More Flustered. He Must've Been Spaced Out For A While Because When He Looked Up, Sanford Wasn't There. He Checked His Tablet Again And Saw A Notification: A Text From Hank.

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Hank: Lol. Sanford Told Me You Screamed When I Asked.

Hank: That Probably Was Really Funny In Person

Hank: If Only He Recorded It.

Hank: *[One Attachment Sent]*

{Hank: He Didn’t Answer My Question. Did You Guys Kiss Yet Orrr?

Sanford: Well Yes And No. You Embarrassed Him Lol. It Was So Funny Haha

Sanford: He Screamed When He Saw Your Message, Then I Kissed Him.

Hank: Pfft- Are You Serious?! Wow Lol

Sanford: Yeah Lmao. Made Me Throw A Pancake At The Ceiling. It Was Mine Too :(

Sanford: Good Wasted Pancake :(

Sanford: *[One Attachment Sent]* {Image Description: A Gray Tiled Ceiling With A Medium-Sized Pancake Smacked In Between 4 Tiles.}

Hank: XD}

Deimos: I-

Deimos: YOU!! >:( THAT WAS YOUR FAULT HANK J. WIMBLETON!!

Deimos: YOU MADE HIM WASTE HIS PANCAKE. THAT WAS YOU!!

Deimos: YOU FUDGING BULLY >:(

Deimos: I'LL HECKING FIGHT YOU!!

Hank: XD

Hank: Yeah Right Lol. I'll See You Later

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A Couple Minutes Pass And Sanford Taps Deimos On The Shoulder. Dee Turns Around To See His Boyfriend Fully Dressed. A Pile Of Clothes Was Placed In The Seat Next To The Shorter Man. Deimos Could Only Assume It Was His Clothing, As Hank Did Invite Them Over To See Tricky. The Smoker Popped A Cigarette In His Mouth And Left To Get Dressed. Once He Got Back, He Put His Cigarette In The Ashtray And Got Sanford Greeted With A Kiss. Well 2, One On The Forehead And One On The Mouth.

Deimos: “You Know, You Could’ve Waited Till I Was Ready For The Kiss.”

Sanford: “Why? It Would’ve Been A Year Or Two If You Said You Were Ready. That’s Basically How Our Relationship Started. Everyone Knows That, Ev-EVEN TRICKY KNOWS!”

Deimos’s Face Just Heated Up, He Knew That Was True And Couldn't Argue. After That Chat, Sanford And Deimos Got In Their Car And Headed To The Base. Deimos Was Messaging Hank During The Entire Ride. Hank Was Teasing Deimos A Lot About The Kiss, And How Deimos Reacted When It Was First Brought Up. Deimos Yelled-Texted At Hank Again, Causing The Man In The Red Goggles To Laugh Again. Dee Put His Tablet Away Once They Got To The Base. Of Course, None Other Than Hank Himself Was There To Greet Them And Welcome Them Back In.

They Passed The Savior, Jebus, Who Was Reading A Book, Supposedly A Bible Or Something He Could Find Lying Around. He Was Sitting At A Table With Red Wine In A Fancy Glass And Biscuits On A Plate. Deimos Wondered If Hank Told Him About It, Since He Received A Teasing Look. Sanford Just Thought Nothing Of It, And Wanted To See If Tricky Had Actually Changed Since Their Last Encounter With Him.

Once They Approached Tricky's Room, Or Area (Whatever You Would Call It), They Saw Signs Like 'Caution: Beware The Clown', And 'Do Not Enter Unless You Are Hank'. They Were Also Greeted By The Sound Of Someone Eating Something Viciously.

Looking From The Glass Window On The Wall, They Saw The Clown Filling His Face With All Different Kinds Of Food. He Stopped To Grab A Drink, But Got Distracted By Seeing Hank With Sanford And Deimos. Tricky Immediately Ran To The Glass And Smacked His Face Against It, Causing Ford And Dee To Jump Back.

Tricky Smiled In Delight After Seeing Deimos And Sanford For The First Time In A Long While. He Waved Through The Glass, Then Rushed To The Speaker. The Faint Sound Of Someone Yelling 'HAAANNK!' And 'VALID. FRIENDS' Could Be Heard Through The Speaker. The Door Suddenly Opened Slowly, The Smell Of All Kinds Of Foods Plus Blood Pouring Out Of The Opening And The Cracks. The Clown Immediately Jumped Out Of The Room, Startling The Trio.

Tricky: "SANFORD! HANK! DEIMOS! FRIENDS! VALID. YES."

Hank Actually Smiled Upon Tricky's Entrance, He Patted The Clown's Head Twice And Let The Other 2 Do The Same Thing After. They Talked About Everything That Happened, And Caught Up With Each Other. Jebus Entered The Room Half Way Through The Conversation And Joined In. They Chatted For Hours, Tricky Was The One To Point Out The Time To Everyone. Sanford Said That He And Deimos Had To Leave, As It Was Late (11:12 PM).

They Said Their Goodbyes Before Ford And Dee Headed Out. They Stayed Silent In The Car, Just Thinking About How Much The Others Have Changed. Tricky, Who Has Become More Friendly And Takes Baths. Hank, Who Is More Calm And 'Married To A Blender'. And Jebus, Who Has More Control And Is Starting To Learn Dad Jokes.

Deimos: "I Had Fun Chatting With Them After A While. I Just Wish Candice Was There With Us, I Miss Her."

Sanford: "...We Didn't Know A Candice."

Deimos, Grinning: "I Know Candice. I've Known Her For A While Now."

Sanford, Not Falling For It: "Good For You. Is She Nice?"

Deimos: "....Y-Yeah…...Although Her House Really Smells Like Updog. It's A Problem."

Sanford: "......Really?"

Deimos, Pushing The Joke: "Yes, Especially The Kitchen. It Really Reeks Of Updog. It's Disgusting, Bleck"

Sanford, Sighing And Smiling: "What Is Updog?"

Deimos, Giggling Like A Child: "Nahat Much Wh-"

Deimos Couldn't Finish His Sentence Because He Was Laughing. Sanford Just Snorted And Smiled, He Always Knew How He Could Get His Boyfriend Lost In Laughter. Even If A Joke Wasn't Really That Funny, Deimos Could Be Laughing For An Hour. He Absolutely Loves Jokes Of All Kinds And It Doesn't Matter Who Tells Them. By The Time They Arrived Home, Deimos Was Still Slightly Giggling And Wiping A Tear From His Eye.

Sanford Carried Deimos Into The House, As The Man In The Visor Finished His Giggling Fit. Ford Set His Boyfriend Onto The Couch And Started Getting Ready For Bed. He Left Dee Some Comfy Clothes To Slip Into For Bed. About A Couple Minutes Later They Both Were On The Couch In Pajamas (Or Just Clothes They Never Wear To Work).

Deimos: "Why Weren’t You Laughing At The Joke, Sanford?"

Sanford: "The Joke Wasn't That Funny, Deimos. You've Heard It Over One Hundred Times Already."

Deimos, Giggling Again: "But..It's Funny."

Sanford, Trying Not To Smile: "It-It's Really Not."

Deimos, Now Full On Laughing: "I- It Was Funny When Hank Fell For The Candice Joke." *He Smacked His Side While He Laughed* "It Hurt Like Hell, But It Was Worth It!"

Sanford, Smiling But Trying Hard Not To Laugh: "Oh Right I Forgot About That."

Sanford Then Let Deimos Cuddle Against Him As He Laughed Again. He Only Laughed Harder When Sanford Yelled, 'It's Not That Funny!'. Eventually, Ford Was Laughing As Well With His Boyfriend. They Laughed Until They Eventually Fell Asleep. Today Was A Good Day For Both Of Them, And They Were Happy They Could Spend It Together, Like Old Times.

[shespeaksinsongs]

May I have a ship 🍄 for HP of golden trio era? Preferably male, thank you 💞

𝗕𝗔𝗦𝗜𝗖𝗦 + 𝗔𝗣𝗣𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗘

I'm 19, Southeast Asian with Spanish descent, Libra, ENFJ-A/ENFJ-T, Neutral Good, Ravenclaw, and a Bi Pan Genderfluid girl using the pronouns She/Her or He/Him. A friend of mine told me that I (kinda) look like Marinette from 𝗠𝗶𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘂𝗹𝗼𝘂𝘀 𝗟𝗮𝗱𝘆𝗯𝘂𝗴, Musa from 𝗪𝗶𝗻𝘅 𝗖𝗹𝘂𝗯, and Alexandra Trese from 𝗧𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗲 (a Netflix animated series), but the exception is I'm short (5'1.2") plus sized Southeast Asian woman with Spanish descent that has messy/wavy brunette medium hair, chocolate brown eyes, oriental skin and a small beauty mark on the forehead. My sense of fashion is in between emo and boyish plus korean glam.

𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗢𝗡𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗬

Distant, quiet, and shy at first cause' I dunno how to initiate a conversation, but a total opposite if I open up---friendly, ambivert, witty, laughing loudly on a daily basis, talkative, eats a lot, awkward, daydreamer (I got embarrassed from knocking at the door even I'm inside the classroom 😂), EXTREMELY CLUMSY (mostly tends to get bruises from bumping and being careless to my belongings), secretly likes affection, easily overwhelmed, prone to melt over wholesomeness, flusters on compliments, lightly blushes on cheesy banters, eager to share what I know (especially about Catholic Church---my past teacher joked that I'll become a saint because of it 🤣), oftenly speaks full of sarcasm with a lowkey crackhead energy citing meme references, and talented girl who can be your no.1 supporter and unashamed to be true to myself. In terms of leadership, I only educate and guide than being a prefect (I might take the role seriously), will lift my group when there's lacking/incompleteness. About doing projects in school, I become too extra and prepared for efforts, but I'll forget the process in the end.

People thought I'm a demure self-effacing woman that looks "immaculate" or "one of a kind," (due to my protective parents, a reason why I've never been in a relationship) but the truth is, I'm eloquent, warm-hearted, willig to help, kind, intelligent, supportive, nice, creative, enthusiastic, laid-back, determined, tough, competitive, and feisty outside, but a real softie that can be childish and dramatic that cries so easily (but will enlightened real quick by smallest things that makes me smile) filled with doubts, frustrations, and insecurities with fear of failure that pushes off the limits to to please everyone because they might get dissappointed from expectations, yet I still managed to be stronger than ever, even it's a slow burn process. I can be intimidating, sassy, and a douchebag if I receive ends. Immature, headstrong, perfectionist, demanding, hesitant, jumpy, very indecisive, overthinker, quick-tempered, sensitive, and anxious (no joke, my nervousness makes me think worse scenario will arrive). Though can be procrastinator and arrogant, I raised as a religious 𝖺𝗇𝖽 diplomatic person, willing to fight what I believe (including my dreams and what's important to me) and what is right. In addition, I have a habit of staying up late and doing sign of the cross to ease nervousness.

Blunt but the loudest idiotic feeling-brokenhearted and bitter friend in the group who fangirl a lot, swears like sailor, will call out on people that we loathe, will crack up over your stupid antics before helping, vent out everything I despise (having a bad day, toxicity, poorly written soap operas, how am unlucky when it comes to love life) and bring gossips, but a hopeless romantic who tends to banter with sarcasms or pick up lines as an endearment (but gets grumpy if I received sappy or offensive one), Still generous and concerned person in a subtle way.

𝗘𝗫𝗧𝗥𝗔 𝗜𝗡𝗙𝗢

My hobbies are singing, drawing, roleplaying, listening to music, chatting/browsing on social media, conceptualizing, writing, and reading some stuffs. I'll include making corniest jokes/puns, sleeping, and dancing when nobody's around or walking like a model if I feel so bold (even I'm terrible at both xD). I also used to learn Italian language a bit. Lastly, my best assets are smile, eyes, personality, singing voice, artistic skills, writings, intelligence, and oratorical skills...so I can consider myself as a singer, artist, orator, and a top student who's a former campus ministry member (choir member, psalm singer, and reader) and in coming college freshman. Currently learning how to cook and have so many interests, to the point I don't know what I'm into because of my dreams to become a popular Filipino YouTuber, a novelist, and being part of a successful chorale...I also consider joining pageants too once the pandemic ends, but maybe.

okay. this was a tough one, but i finally settled on fred and george. i think you'd be best with fred weasley by a CLOSE SECOND to george.

you mentioned that you're into banter and pick-up lines as endearment - and i think that is so fred weasley. george strikes me as the softer, sweeter, twin, who is more likely to be dominated, but i think you and fred having an equally dominant personality would make for an interesting relationship! additionally, the secretly likes affection thing would go smoothly with fred. i think fred is a more "quality time" and "acts of service" kind of guy, but affection is never rejected for him, and he quite enjoys it! the hobbies you mentioned seem like things he might love to do, or encourage you to do! it even gave me a good idea for a fic, which i think i will be releasing tomorrow if i can. will tag you, of course. head-strong, sassy, and being quick-tempered would keep fred on his toes, and i think that's one of his favorite things about you. he'd love that he's always on the edge with you. he doesn't know where he's going, but he doesn't mind. i think fred really likes someone who's not afraid to let themselves get out there, and you pursuing your dreams so fearlessly, along with your passions, makes for a pretty good match to me. besides that, i think fred would definitely try to dig beneath the surface, or the "demure" demeanor you give off. based on your description of yourself, i think he would find somebody worth being with.

he would definitely see you in the hallways and pretend not to know you sometimes, hitting on you as if you weren't already together. i think he most definitely thinks it's both cute and scary when you're angry, seeing as your height and personality clash (in a good way, dw). teases you for being clumsy, but he thinks it's cute. aside from the normal nicknames, he probably calls you "my pretty witch", or "my smart baby ravenclaw". he likes head pats, and uses you as an elbow rest to annoy you sometimes. i think he would also think you're stunning. like he would almost worship you and your entire body. gives you kisses on the beauty mark on your forehead a lot, especially if you're cuddling. he almost can't resist. loves your style and tries to copy it, but decides that it's reserved for you in his mind, so he goes back to his normal style, admiring all your different outfits. stays up late with you on nights you can't sleep or don't want to. starts cursing a lot after he met you. he gets into the habit, and every conversation with you is a swearing mess. gives you kisses on the cheeks randomly to see how off-guard he can catch you and see how flustered you get. LOVES when you blush. it's his favorite thing about you.

<3 thank you so much for your submission.

[fantastic-rambles]

Fandom: Sk8 the Infinity

Characters: Shindo Ainosuke (Adam), Sakurayashiki Kaoru (Cherry Blossom), Nanjo Kojiro (Joe), Kikuchi Tadashi (Snake), Hasegawa Langa (Snow), Hasegawa Nanako (mentioned)

Warnings: Yakuza/Mafia/Gang, Mild Language

Word Count: 1.5k

Summary: Yakuza AU. When Langa is tricked by Nanjo into running up a huge bill at a club, Boss Shindo steps in to deal with it. Which means competing with Boss Sakurayashiki in a poker game. [NOTE: All characters are aged up by ~5 years. Mostly so Langa can drink and gamble. xD] [Part 1 mostly focuses on Adam and Joe. Part 2 (to come later, maybe on Day 8?) will mostly focus on Adam and Cherry.] [S Founder Trio Festival | Day 2: Gang]

When Ainosuke's phone vibrated, he glanced at the screen and the unregistered number before leaning back in his chair and picking up the call.

"Hey. How have you been?" he asked, his voice gentle. But an unfamiliar cackle emitted from the speaker, and he pulled the phone away from his ear, double-checking the number on the screen.

"Who is this? How did you get this phone? Ainosuke demanded after he replaced it to his ear. Of course, it was possible that there was a simple explanation for all of this: perhaps the phone had been dropped, and a Good Samaritan was calling a number in the contacts to try to return it. But in his line of business, it was always better to be safe than sorry.

"Yo, Shindo-san! We've got something here that we think is yours, so maybe you'd like to come pick it up? Here, gimme a sec. Can you see us?"

Ainosuke froze as he recognized the voice. With his heart sinking, he lowered his phone again, staring at the video being displayed on the screen.

A large, buff man in a white suit was sitting on a couch, his arm extending out of frame showing that he was the one taking the video. But his other arm was draped around a younger man in casual clothing. His companion didn't seem to be hurt or in any particular distress, but Ainosuke's hand clenched into a fist as he recognized him.

"So, yeah, see this kid?" Nanjo continued, unnecessarily dragging the phone closer to frame the other man better. "He ran up a pretty big bill and then tried to run off without paying. 400,000 yen! So of course we had to stop him, and he mentioned that he knew you, so I figured, well, maybe you could help him out?"

"Langa. Are you alright?" Ainosuke ignored Nanjo's blathering, his eyes fixed on Langa's through the screen.

"Huh? Yeah. Sorry about this, Ai," Langa replied, as unaffected as always. "I'm not sure what happened, though."

"Hey, did you hear me?" Nanjo interrupted, turning the screen away from Langa to focus on himself. "Who's going to take responsibility for this, Shindo-san? We run a business here, you know. If it was just a couple thousand yen, we could swallow the cost, but it's 400,000! 400,000!"

"I heard you the first time," Ainosuke snapped, irritated. He pulled his cigarette case from the pocket of his jacket, extracting one of the thin sticks and lighting up. The first lungful of smoke helped to settle the worst of his anger before he turned his attention back to the screen, scowling.

"And what I heard is that you trapped a katagi1 with bottakuri2, you swindler. How is one person going to run up a tab that high unless you're playing dirty tricks?"

But Nanjo just scoffed. "Don't try to take the moral high ground here, Shindo. You do the same thing in your shops. Besides, how can he be katagi if he's involved with you? So are you going to do anything about this, or are we gonna get the money out of this brat, one way or another?"

"You know I'm coming. Where the fuck are you?"

"I'm heading over to the main office now, with the kid. See you there!" Nanjo winked, and then the call cut off. With a snarl, Ainosuke slammed his fist down on his table next to the phone, but the heavy wood barely moved.

With sharp, jerky movements, Ainosuke replaced his phone in his pocket and straightened his tie before leaving the office, barely glancing at Tadashi as he bowed to the boss.

"Thank you for your hard work."

"Forget about that," Ainosuke snapped. "I need a ride to the Sakurayashiki main office."

Crisply, he began walking down the hallway as his wakagashira3 fell in step beside him. There was a faint trace of concern on Tadashi's usually expressionless face as he asked, "Should I call up some of our men?"

"No. It's not a raid. Just picking up something that belongs to me," Ainosuke replied with a scowl. Tadashi nodded, calling ahead to have a car prepared, though he slid into the driver's seat himself once they'd stepped out onto the street. As the city passed by outside his window, Ainosuke glared at it without seeing it, his mind working through what must have happened.

A girl--or a man, he supposed--grabbing Langa and dragging him into a club. Perhaps they'd even been told to keep an eye out for the young man with the pale blue hair, just to put Ainosuke in this situation. Keeping him there as they drank around him and tried to ply him with drinks--though Langa seemed sober enough on the call--and then presenting him with an exorbitant bill when he tried to leave.

It was a common enough scam, certainly, but Nanjo was wrong: Ainosuke didn't tolerate it in his clubs. At least, not anymore. The yakuza's power was waning, and as tourism increased, the police were beginning to crack down on that sort of behavior so that the area wouldn't gain a bad reputation. And it probably wouldn't be long until Sakurayashiki followed suit: his rival took a highly analytical and practical approach to business. He'd soon realize that dealing with the police wasn't worth the extra money the trick occasionally brought in when some of his clubs started getting investigated for extortion.

"We're here."

Ainosuke looked up as Tadashi slid smoothly into a space by the curb, waiting for the other man to open the door for him before he stepped out, straightening his suit jacket. Sighing, he looked up at the nondescript office building before walking inside with Tadashi on his heels.

At this hour, it seemed like most of the members were gone, which was fortunate. He didn't have to deal with all the macho posturing that typically came with stepping into someone else's territory, even though he'd been issued an invitation. Even so, his anger simmered silently below the surface as they stepped into the sleek, mirrored elevators and pressed the button for the top floor.

And then his shoes were clicking against the immaculately polished floor as he strode down the hallway, pushing open a pair of chrome and glass doors. His eyes flicked around the room quickly, taking in the pink-haired man sitting behind a fancy, futuristic-looking desk, his green-haired goon standing just behind him, and Langa, sitting on a couch against the wall.

"Alright, I'm here to settle that damn bill," he snapped at Nanjo as he raised his arm outward and slightly to the side. At the unspoken invitation, Langa slid off the couch to stand next to him, allowing Ainosuke to drape an arm over his shoulders possessively.

"About that." Sakurayashiki was frowning slightly, and Ainosuke turned his gaze toward the other boss.

"Nanjo was wrong to do what he did, but it still stands that the costs for the drinks were incurred. I don't want any bad blood between us, so I'd like to at least offer you a chance to cancel this debt."

Ainosuke's eyes narrowed, but he nodded his head slightly. "Go on."

"You see, there's a small poker tournament in Macau next week. It's nothing serious, just a social gathering for my group. The buy-in is just 1000 HKD, or about 14,000 yen. Whichever of us gets knocked out first will shoulder the bill, sound fair?"

Ainosuke considered it for half a second. "No. I'm not going to play with your family. Here's my offer. We go to Macau and agree on a table when we get there. We'll settle it honestly, or Langa can just go to the police to report Nanjo's business."

Sakurayashiki sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Alright, I got it. Next Saturday, then? Call me when you get there."

Ainosuke nodded, then turned on his heel to leave, steering Langa out with him as Tadashi followed them silently.

"Sorry, Ai," Langa apologized again once the transparent doors had closed behind them, but Ainosuke shook his head.

"It isn't your fault. I didn't think they'd use you to try to get to me. You don't feel weird or anything, right?"

"I'm fine."

"That's good. I'll see you home anyways. Your mother must be worried."

Although he tried to present a calm facade so as not to worry Langa, inside, Ainosuke was furious. He'd intentionally decided not to marry Nanako to try to protect her and her son from this side of his life, and yet, Nanjo had so easily stepped over the line between the legal and illegal. Of course, they'd all been aware of the risks of the relationship, but he didn't tell them anything about his work when he visited them so that they would hopefully be left alone. And this was so incredibly petty: it wasn't like there was a territorial dispute or the need to compensate for a killing where a hostage might be useful. No, just to harass him, they'd involved someone innocent.

"Ai?"

He realized that his arm around Langa's shoulders was holding the boy too tightly, and he forced himself to relax as they walked out of the building and to the car.

"So, are you interested in seeing Macau?" he asked as he held the door open for the boy to get in.

1katagi: non-yakuza 2bottakuri: bait-and-switch 3wakagashira: first lieutenant

[nikkxb]

I will always remember KisaSaku(ItaSasu), JiraOro smut, how you changed my vieuw of Sakura and Jiraiya, and the various times Iade you scream, most loudly @ that time after you watched FF7 Crisis Core and then asked friends for an intro into FF7 and ended up explaining the world to long-term fans. How you yelled at me! XD (askbox answer)

One thing you remember my writing for || @rp-sephiroth

I LOVE our KisaSaku!! Ohhhhh I remember that so fondly. You dumped me right down that ship and I refuse to crawl out of it. And to be completely honest, writing JiraOro with you completely changed my view of the ship. I didn't like it before I wrote Jiraiya, but being able to explore that was astonishing. It created a foundation for Jiraiya I wasn't expecting.

Oh, I still remember when I told you who was writing that new Jiraiya blog. And the angst I threw at you!! You and Julia were always throwing angst at my Sakura and laughing and it was GLORIOUS to finally return the favor. Jiraiya and Oro had such a unique dynamic, I will forever love what we did with them.

I know you weren't "fond" of either of my muses before we wrote together. Being able to share with you why I enjoyed them so much was fun. And you gave me such a safe space to figure out Jiraiya with! It was wonderful. It is a very treasured memory that I was able to take those two characters out of canon and make them 3D for you.

LISTEN. I WILL STILL YELL AT YOU. I found that ask I sent you, the one where I yelled and yelled and yelled. It still cracks me up. You were so conniving! "Oh hey, Nikki, watch this thing real quick, no it's perfectly safe, you'll be fine, it's just so you know what I'm talking about, oh yeah, that's Angeal, I guess he might kinda fit your type exactly, I mean maybe, no of course I wasn't thinking anything of it, why would I do that, hey have you thought about an Angeal-Zack-Aeris trio? :DDDDDD"

Such. a. bitch.

[3hobbitsinatrenchcoat]

Real Love Myself Hours are at 5AM Apparently

I got tagged by @halogalopaghost and @endae so I guess it’s real love myself hours. (5am is a good time for that, right?)

Rules: It’s time to love yourselves! Choose your 8 (ish) favorite works you created in the past year (fics, art, edits, etc.) and link them below to reflect on the amazing things you brought into the world in 2020. Tag as many writers/artists/etc. as you want (fan or original) so we can spread the love and link each other to awesome work!

I’m gonna get really sappy right here in the first half... I was in a huge rut before June this year. Yeah, I made a Whole Entire Hobbit costume... but it’s still lacking a jacket so I’m not gonna count that as finished yet. BUT... in June I watched Gravity Falls and fell into the fandom so hard I think my head is still spinning. To date I have written 22 works on AO3 (to the tune of over 79k words), plus my 50k+ unfinished NaNo project, and drawn more in the past two months than I have in the past two years.

And it’s all thanks to Gravity Falls and the wonderful people I have met through this fandom. ANYWAY *cracks knuckles* here’s my 8 top hits of 2020 (and boy was it hard to pick.

1. Age is Just a Number and Gender an Illusion This one takes the first spot because it’s the first fic that I wrote in the Gravity Falls Universe. I was just looking for fics where the main characters were enby and there weren’t a lot of Stan. So I made one of my own. There are a lot of inconsistencies with this fic because I was still getting a feel for the universe, but I still love it a lot.

2. A Small and Trusting Thing I wrote most of this in a insomniac fever dream on my phone at like... 3am. And then the image of Mabel floating in front of the open black maw of the portal wouldn’t leave me alone so I drew it. This takes such a high ranking because... it’s the first legitimate art that I made in well over 3 years. I hadn’t regularly drawn anything since I kinda... dropped out of The Hobbit Fandom, so this was a huge accomplishment for me.

3. Soosly 2020 Entries Ok, so this is kind of a cheat but I honestly couldn’t pick just one. Soon after I rejoined tumblr (after being functionally gone since 2016), I discovered Soosly and... well... I had to celebrate my favorite lad. Of these four works... “There’s Wisdom in the Delicate Art of Punching” and “A Real Family Man” are my two favorites. I feel like I really got the tone of Stan and Soos’s son-ployee relationship down in those two pieces and I... I’m just so soft for them, yall.

4.The Invitation Another thing I did as soon as I returned to Tumblr was create an AU because that’s what all the cool kids seemed to be doing. XD So I came up with my Professor Stan AU... and promptly wrote nearly 10k of utter chaos. I love my little robot dino mayhem disaster with all my heart.

5. Packing Heat This is still one of the silliest, plotless little bits of domestic mystery trio nonsense I have ever written. It requires minor knowledge of gender affirming devices but like... what’s funnier than yeeting your gross homemade ding dong at someone who is vexing you? Nothing. That’s what.

6. how do I feel by the end of the day I said I was gonna do it and by golly I did it... to the tune of 14k words. So far this is my longest FINISHED fanfic of all time and I couldn’t be prouder of it. It was a wonderful chance to examine all of Stan’s years on the road and write about his family caring for him.

7. Imposter Bill Cipher We’re getting into the art now and there’s... not much yet, I hope next year there will be more. But this dumb Among Us Bill Cipher is kinda... I love him. He’s shaped like a potato. A murderous potato with homicide on the brain.

8. No thoughts, head empty. Just a girl and her pig. I drew this as a reaction to being told my art was getting better. And. Yeah. With this drawing I started to see it. I love Waddles’ lil cheek squish, I drew my favorite Mabel sweater, I drew a hand I didn’t immediately hate. I... somehow got 400+ notes which hasn’t happened on anything original of mine since I made that stupid Forcibly Escorted meme format post about the One Ring. XD I hope to improve more this coming year... but for now this simple art of a girl and her pig serves to remind me that I CAN do it. And that means a lot to me.

Honorary mentions: This Hand and What it is Attached To I refuse to link the actual image because tumblr nerfed it the first time, but it’s the best Stan I have ever drawn. In a similar vein... all the smut that I have written this year also goes in honorary mention. I like all of it too much to pick a favorite.

Thank you so much for tagging me in this, it was a wonderful walk down memory lane. I’m always weird about tagging people in stuff like this but... @avi17 and @singing-sorrowless, you were the two people that immediately came to mind. You don’t have to do it, but I wanted to tag you just in case you wanted to. ^^