#this was super FUN to write

[blackrosesandwhump]

Augusnippets Day 1: Brainwashing

CW: 2nd pov from whumper's perspective, brainwashing (obvi), general Gothic whump

In the shadowy dining room, whumpee sits alone, candlelight flickering across his expressionless face. His folded hands lie motionless in his lap. His eyes stare at nothing, two blank windows that open into emptiness.

Perfection. Just what you always wanted. A beautiful, flawless doll of your own.

“My dear whumpee,” you murmur, “I see all our hard work has paid off. You look exquisite.” Gently, you brush the back of your hand against his collar and down his silk vest. Its embroidery glimmers like stars.

Whumpee remains statue-still at your touch. Just what you always wanted.

“Not a single thought in your head,” you muse aloud, walking around whumpee to examine him from all angles. “Of course I can always change that if I want. But for now, this emptiness is—”

With an echoing crash, the door to the dining room slams open. Caretaker. The ferocious glint in his eyes delights you. Such a contrast to the magnificent blankness sitting before you.

“You’re too late, as usual.” You stride forward, shielding your precious whumpee from view. “I’ve already completed the process. And only I can reverse it. If I choose.”

“Then do it,” caretaker growls, drawing his weapon, “or I’ll make you beg for death.”

How silly. Threats mean nothing to you now, in the wake of your triumph. You step aside, revealing whumpee’s seated form, frozen and lifeless as if made of porcelain. Caretaker gasps and rushes forward.

“And why would I undo this,” you ask, gesturing at whumpee, “when at last I’ve created the perfect living doll?”

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Day 6 of 31 days of COD

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With a small sigh, he reached up and, in one fluid motion, pulled his mask off. No one noticed at first, too engrossed in their own idle thoughts. But then Soap, mid-sentence, glanced over—and froze. His eyes widened, mouth hanging open in a way that made him look downright ridiculous. “Bloody hell…” OR Ghost takes off his mask and the team go a little overboard with the compliments. Continue under the cut or on AO3!

The break-room felt smaller today, though that might have been because it was one of those rare moments where the entire team—Price, Soap, Gaz, and Ghost—were actually in the same place at the same time. The hum of fluorescent lights buzzed faintly overhead, blending with the quiet clinking of mugs and soft banter.

Price sat at the head of the table, sipping from his usual tea. Soap was lounging in a chair with his legs kicked up on the table, eyes scanning a magazine as he absentmindedly prodded Gaz about some half-remembered mission mishap. Gaz shot back with his usual sharp wit, earning a bark of laughter from Price. Ghost, as usual, sat at the edge of the group, masked and silent, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. His eyes flickered between his teammates, watching them with the faintest hint of amusement behind his stoic demeanour.

It was routine, really. The team was used to this version of Ghost—the silent sentinel who never removed his mask, never fully relaxed, and rarely, if ever, spoke unless there was something mission-critical to say.

“God, I could use a week off,” Soap groaned, stretching his arms over his head. “A proper vacation—somewhere warm. Maybe a beach, yeah?”

Gaz snorted. “You on a beach? Your pasty skin would burn in five minutes flat.”

“Oi!” Soap grinned. “I tan… eventually.”

Price raised an eyebrow. “When was the last time you saw the sun for more than ten minutes without getting shot at?”

The banter continued, with Soap defending his skin tone as the others chipped in with their own jabs. Ghost, leaning back, let out a low, nearly imperceptible chuckle, so quiet only those paying attention would have caught it.

For a moment, the conversation lulled, everyone settling into a comfortable silence. It was then, seemingly out of nowhere, that Ghost did something completely unexpected.

With a small sigh, he reached up and, in one fluid motion, pulled his mask off.

No one noticed at first, too engrossed in their own idle thoughts. But then Soap, mid-sentence, glanced over—and froze. His eyes widened, mouth hanging open in a way that made him look downright ridiculous.

“Bloody hell…”

Gaz blinked, his head turning sharply towards Soap before following his line of sight. His reaction was nearly identical—jaw slack, eyes wide, staring at Ghost as if they’d just seen a ghost themselves.

Price was the last to notice, casually looking up from his cup of tea. But even his usually calm demeanor cracked. He blinked once, twice, clearly trying to process what he was seeing.

Ghost shifted in his seat, awkwardly clearing his throat. His face, the part of him that none of them had ever seen, was now fully exposed. And, to his dismay, all three of them were staring like he’d grown a second head.

“...What?” Ghost grumbled, voice quieter without the mask’s muffling effect.

Soap was the first to recover, though not by much. “You—” He gestured vaguely at Ghost’s face, seemingly at a loss for words. “Mate, you’re—”

“What?” Ghost repeated, a touch of defensiveness creeping into his tone. He looked down, as if suddenly self-conscious about his scars, the jagged lines that marred his skin. They were old, faded in some places but still stark reminders of a life lived in warzones. He’d always assumed they’d be what people noticed first if they ever saw his face.

Price coughed, breaking the tense silence. “We didn’t realise you were…” He glanced at Soap and Gaz, who were both still gaping, and then back at Ghost. “So damn good looking.”

Ghost blinked, clearly caught off guard. “What?”

Gaz finally found his voice. “Mate, are you kidding me? You’re—” He made a vague motion with his hand, as if trying to summon the right word. “You’re bloody gorgeous.”

Ghost’s brows furrowed, and he shifted uncomfortably. “The hell are you on about?”

Soap finally managed to close his mouth, but a grin quickly replaced his initial shock. “He’s right, LT. You’re a bloody model under there!”

Price let out a low chuckle, his eyes twinkling with amusement. “I’ll be damned.”

Ghost, visibly thrown off by the unexpected praise, glanced away, a rare uncertainty settling into his posture. He could feel his face heat up, a strange, unwelcome flush creeping up his neck.

“Stop takin’ the piss,” Ghost muttered, reaching for his mask. “I’m scarred to hell and back. I know what I look like.”

Soap, quick as ever, leaned forward and snatched the mask off the table before Ghost could grab it. “Oh no, you’re not putting that back on.”

“Johnny—”

“I mean it, LT. We’ve seen it now, and we’re not lettin’ you hide that handsome face again,” Soap teased, grinning like the cat that caught the canary.

Ghost’s ears burned, his embarrassment deepening. He could feel the heat crawling up his face, and judging by the way the others were staring, it was clear they’d noticed too.

“Jesus Christ,” Ghost mumbled, scrubbing a hand over his face in a futile attempt to hide his growing discomfort.

Gaz, always the sharp observer, chimed in with a laugh. “Did you see that? The way his eyes crinkled when he smiled? Damn, Ghost, you’ve been holding out on us.”

Ghost groaned, burying his face in his hands. “You lot are unbelievable.”

Price chuckled softly, his tone more relaxed now that the initial shock had worn off. “Well, Simon, I’ll admit I wasn’t expecting this. You’re going to have to get used to the compliments.”

Ghost peeked through his fingers, eyes narrowing slightly. “Compliments?” he muttered, voice muffled by his hands. “You’re all takin’ the piss.”

Soap’s grin only widened. “Oh, we’re not. It’s just… wow. You’ve been hiding a face like that all this time?”

Ghost finally dropped his hands, shooting Soap an unimpressed look. “Drop it, Johnny.”

But Soap was clearly having the time of his life. “Nope. Not droppin’ it. Not when I’ve just discovered that you, our own Ghost, have been hiding a face prettier than half the models in Vogue.”

Price rolled his eyes at Soap’s dramatics but didn’t intervene. It was too good to see Ghost, usually so controlled and unflappable, thrown off his game for once.

Ghost, thoroughly embarrassed now, glanced between them, trying to figure out if they were serious or just having him on. But the soft smiles, the lingering surprise in their eyes, told him they weren’t joking—at least not entirely.

“You really think this is funny,” Ghost muttered, though his tone had softened slightly.

“Oh, it’s hilarious,” Soap admitted, “but also true. I mean, look at you. How have you been hidin’ that all this time?”

Ghost’s face burned. He wasn’t used to this—being the centre of attention, being… admired. He’d spent so long behind the mask, letting it shield him from the world, that he’d almost forgotten what it was like to be seen. Really seen.

Gaz grinned, leaning back in his chair. “Bet you didn’t think you’d get this reaction, huh?”

Ghost shook his head, still feeling out of place, exposed in a way he hadn’t expected. “Figured you’d just be staring at the scars,” he admitted quietly.

Price’s voice was gentle, cutting through the teasing with a calm sincerity. “We’re not bothered by those, Simon. You’re still you—scars or not.”

The warmth in his captain’s words, in the way the team looked at him, sent another flush up Ghost’s neck. He opened his mouth to argue, to downplay it, but Soap beat him to it.

“And now that we’ve seen that smile,” Soap said with a cheeky grin, “you can’t go hiding it again.”

Ghost grumbled under his breath, but the teasing continued, light and relentless. They were all enjoying it far too much, talking about his smile, his eyes, the way his expression changed now that they could see his face. They gushed about him as if he wasn’t right there, sitting at the table, clearly flustered and trying his best to keep his composure.

“Christ, you lot are insufferable,” Ghost muttered, rubbing the back of his neck.

Gaz laughed. “Get used to it, Ghost. You’re stuck with us.”

And as much as he grumbled, as much as he wanted to bury his face in his hands and pretend this whole thing wasn’t happening, there was a part of Ghost that felt… lighter. Like maybe, just maybe, he didn’t need the mask as much as he thought he did. 

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It’s 🎵Exchange Day!!! 🎵

@jatpfebfanfest thanks for letting me be a part of something so cool!!

@locketletters I hope you like it. It was super fun to write. I’ve read lots of stuff with the sunset curve polycule but hadn’t tried to write anything until this one. It ended up being a little more Luke centered than Alex but I hope you still like it!! I’m sorry it’s so short, I’ve had a lot going on.

I give you…

Distractions:

They’d been practicing for almost four hours when Reggie finally flopped onto the couch with a dramatic sigh.

“ Luke, babe, I love you but if we haven’t gotten it yet then it’s just not gonna happen tonight. I’m so tired.”

Luke pouted and protested as if he wasn’t about to fall asleep himself. Reggie looked to Bobby and Alex behind their boyfriend for help. He got a silent matching nod from them both.

“ I wanna cuddle and watch Star Wars and eat pizza.” Reggie whined hoping to entice Luke’s attention away from his guitar and song book long enough for the others to take them away.

Apparently the promise of food and physical affection was enough to temporarily perk his ears up and Reggie reached toward him from his position on the couch with grabby hands. Luke stood, going to plant a quick kiss on Reggie’s cheek and in his moment of distraction set his guitar to the side. Bobby quickly snatched it up and Alex closed the song book.

Reggie did his part by pulling Luke down on top of him on the couch, deepening the kiss. The lead singer practically melted into it for a moment when Reggie’s nimble fingers pulled his orange beanie off to entangle themselves in his hair and pull gently. Luke hummed in contentment before pulling back.

“ I just wanna run this part one more time and then we can stop for the ni- where’s my guitar?” He cut himself off looking around to meet Bobby’s smirk. Reggie giggled from his place on the couch and Luke turned back to him looking betrayed.

“ You tricked me, that wasn’t fair.”

The bass player didn’t even have the decency to look ashamed.

“ Sorry Lu,” Alex piped up from the loft, waving the captured guitar and songbook at him with a smile, “ but we’re all tired and hungry, including you, and you’ve said one more time 14 times already.”

“ You’re the worst,” Luke pouted some more, though there was no bite to his words. As if to punctuate his sentence and prove him wrong his stomach growled loudly.

Bobby shot him a look, hands on his hips.

“ Fine,” Luke finally conceded, sighing and throwing himself unceremoniously onto the couch next to Reggie. He leaned over onto Reg’s shoulder and stared up at him until pretty green eyes rolled fondly at him and the fingers found their way back to his hair to begin gently massaging his scalp.

“ Call me unfair and then pull out the puppy dog eyes that I taught you,” Reg scoffed but didn’t stop either. Alex sat down on Luke’s other side, smiling fondly when he automatically grabbed his hand and interlaced their fingers.

Bobby chuckled, crossing the room to give the blond a quick peck.

“ Lexie, good work love,” he said, “ You too darlin’.” He added to Reggie, who perked up at the praise. “ I’m gonna go order the pizza and pop some popcorn. Somebody set up the VHS player.”

***

30 minutes later they were all cuddled up on the couch, stuffing their faces with pizza and popcorn and listening to Reggie quote along with Empire Strikes Back.

Luke took a swig of his soda and absentmindedly started singing the new song under his breath.

“ Oh my God Patterson! Shut up!” Bobby said, laughing as he shoved a piece of pizza into the other boy’s mouth.

Luke chewed it annoyedly, curling further into Alex’s side. Lex took over playing with Luke’s hair as he munched on his popcorn.

“ It is a really cool song though babe,” he said and Luke automatically relaxed, his eyes slipping closed at Alex’s gentle tugging on his hair. “ We’ll keep working tomorrow, for now let’s just enjoy the night.”

He didn’t get a response because Luke was already asleep. Alex smiled, pressing a kiss into his soft brown curls.

“ Goodnight Rockstar.”

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Glitch into the Hufflverse Chapter 13: Curiousity Killed the Cat

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Marvin, Jackieboy, Jackie, JJ and Bro all appear in a cooperate looking office space- a big wooden table with office chairs right in the middle. The surface is filled with magic books and trinkets and gadgets in various states of repair.

"Hmm." Jackie looks around. "Nice place, I guess."

Jackieboy strides in and calls out, "Chaseee! You here?"

There's a groan and then another man in a dark gray hat and gray shirt rolls out on a desk chair into the hallway. "Jackie I keep telling you this space isn’t rented for you all to have a second place to-" He then blinks in surprise at the new men. "...what the hell?"

JJ gives a cheerful wave. Hello! It's nice to meet you.

"This is pretty confusing for you, huh?" Jackie says. "Well, hello. Your friends said that you were Chase. Nice to meet you. I'm Jackie and JJ and this is Chase. We're from another universe. And yeah, that sounds absurd, but it's true." He's getting pretty tired of explaining this over and over. How did Alt and Bro handle it on all their adventures?

“You got the sales pitch down pat, Jackie, nice.” Bro laughs.

Chase looks freaked out and looks at Marvin and Jackieboy in confusion. Jackieboy just shrugs, “I’m not sure I get it either- they don’t even know what being an ego means.”

“I’m messaging Hen and Jamie right now,” Marvin says, already clicking on his phone. “Trying to offer them a portal-“

“Okayyy uh- nice to meet you too, everyone?” Chase says timidly. He gets up then pushes his chair into the room and strides over, messing with his hair, “…you guys sure this isn’t just some weird dream?”

Jackieboy pinches Chase and the father yelps in equal parts pain and surprise. Then he glares at Jackieboy while the latter just grins. “What? Now you know it’s not a dream!”

"Yeah, we don't know what the hell an ego is!" Jackie says, exasperated.

Well, an ego is a thing in psychology, JJ says thoughtfully. Apparently it depends on which practice you're talking about, though. Don't ask me the details, I'm not the one in my world with a psych minor.

"I don't think they're talking about psychology when they call us that, though," Jackie points out.

I'm just saying, it could help explain things if we knew, JJ says. I think... it means... personality? Generally? Like, alter egos.

"Alter egos is the closest thing," Marvin says looking up from his phone. "But it's... complicated. I guess this is the best time to explain." He snaps and appears on the table, sitting cross-legged.

"I dunno how it works where you are... and its weird to think of it differently for us. But we're... figments.  Facets of our creator, Jacksepticeye's, mind. He created us and... we don't know how but now we... exist on our own. We don't have memories or lives before we were made- just a purpose that Jack gave us when he made us. But... he's also letting us figure out who we are as our own people. And in all sense and purposes... we are just as much human as anyone else... except that our life forces and power depend on Jack and our popularity with his fans."

Jackie and JJ stare at Marvin as he speaks, eyes getting wider. ...well then, JJ finally says. That's... strange.

"Y-yeah, that's not a thing where we're from!" Jackie says. He glances at JJ and Bro. "I mean, we're all from different places but I'm assuming that's the thing. How it 'works' where I'm from is that I'm like—an actual human being who wasn't spontaneously birthed from someone's mind v—"

Hey, just because they were created a different way doesn't mean they're not human! JJ interrupts. Marvin just went out of the way to say that they are!

"Okay yeah sure but like—my life force doesn't depend on my Jack, or on anyone else's!" Jackie protests. "I like—grew up! I had a childhood! I went to school! I made friends!"

Bro looks similarily freaked out, "Y-Yeah I... I remember growin up with my brother! I-I went to Uni- I... this is all insane...!" 

"I always wondered what uni would be like- or knowing what it was like to be a kid," Jackieboy muses with a light laugh. 

Jackie, Bro please calm down, JJ says, getting closer to Jackie. Take deep breaths.

"I'm not some fucking creation!” Jackie’s voice cracks. “A-and if it turned out I was, I would—I would kill whoever decided my life was gonna turn out this way!"

You don't mean that! JJ says, stunned.

Jackie deflates a little. "No, I-I don't. Especially if my life depended on them. But I would—I would at least beat them up a little." He absentmindedly brushes his eye-patch, disguising it as adjusting his hair.

JJ looks at him sympathetically, and sighs. I'm sure that in this world, Jack doesn't actually control these guys. He just... made them. You know?

"Yeah Jack doesn't control us- he just... vibes really. He used to watch over us more but..." Jackieboy says quietly.

"...Anti put him in a coma. He's been asleep for a long time." Chase adds, looking sad.

"Some of us he gives more attention to- some of us less. ...we have a bit more freedom now but- He never really sat around and bossed us around." Marvin says with a shrug.

JJ's eyes widen. Oh... I'm sorry about that.

"C-coma?" Jackie's eyes widen. "I... guess that's sort of like what's going on with Jack in my world..." But honestly he thinks his Jack has it worse. He shakes his head, putting the situation out of his mind. "How are you not freaking out about this like Bro and I are, JJ?"

Well... it's another difference between worlds, JJ says. In this one, people have the ability to... create other people. It's... very bizarre to think about, but there must be stranger worlds out there.

"Yeah- just cuz we're created here doesn't invalidate your experiences," Marvin tries to say gently.

"That's why we all look so similar though," Chase says, "Cuz technically we're all... based on the same guy, you know?"

"S'why I like to think we're like brothers- even if we aren't!" Jackieboy grins. "Though I guess if you guys are... us in other universes... that would explain why you look the same. S'like a comic book!"

"Of course that's how you rationalize it, Jackie." Marvin laughs.

JJ blinks. I suppose... It was always a bit strange how we all looked similar. The only two who are related in my world are Jack and Anti, they're cousins. Why did the rest of us look like each other?

"Oh fuck, Anti!" Jackie snaps to attention. "Okay so you guys probably know about Anti, right? He was in that shop we appeared in, a-and he took two of our friends away—Schneep and Alt. Judging by your reactions earlier, this Anti is bad. W-we have to figure out where he took them. Can you guys help?"

The rest of them all stiffen at the mention of Anti.

"Ah fuck right- course Anti stuck his nose in this..." Chase grumbles.

"Anti is notoriously hard to track down..." Marvin sighs, "He usually goes into electronics or a pocket dimension so we can't find him... What are your friends like? ...he might..."

"...maybe we shouldn't scare them, Marv..." Jackieboy says quietly.

"Hey. Other me. Look. Listen." Jackie looks directly in Jackieboy's eyes. "I think it's better if we know how fucked up your Anti is. I can't promise we won't be freaked out, especially if he wants to do some shit to Alt and Schneep, but it's never a good idea to go in blind."

We've dealt with a lot, JJ says, if that helps.

Jackieboy sighs heavily and crosses his arms, "... he's hurt us a lot. He's trying to... find new way to make puppets... especially if they're powerful like Marv."

Bro goes pale, his eyes widening, "...no...!"

Marvin looks away and holds his arms, "... w-we can do our best to help you find them but..u-until they're back out in the world... i-it's impossible to find them."

JJ blinks, color draining from his face. There's no way to get into his pocket realm?

“He controls it completely…” Marvin says timidly. “He’s.. much more powerful than us. He’s connected to Jack.. they’re like - half of each other.”

"Fucking puppets!" Jackie throws his hands in the air. "Why's there always someone who does mind control shit?! Why is that a constant?!"

“Constant? You’ve been to other places huh? God… even outside of here people like us deal with that…” Chase sighs.

Jackieboy grips his arms, “It’s probably cuz of Anti. That’s his thing. Mind control- making puppets. If other things like him exist where you are all… that need for control probably follows.”

"Bro here's been to more worlds than me and JJ," Jackie says, gesturing to him. "But... from what I've seen... a lot of mind control stuff." He laughs dryly. "I guess we can include 'bitch who wants to control shit' in our list of things to expect in other worlds. Though... in my world, that guy is human. Just with some strong magic."

Not in mine. JJ shakes his head. Distorter was human once, but not anymore.

Bro sighs heavily, "Yeah it's... god I thought most of the time it was just because Mag was around but... guess not. Magnificent is a bit of... both? He's not... really human anymore.. but my Jackie says he once was..." he says, holding his arm. "But yeah- Mag is another... control freak to put it way mildly."

The egos look sympathetic and nod, "I'm sorry you all... that must be hard." Marvin says quietly. "We... all know what that feels like."

"Marv more than anyone-" Jackieboy grumbles.

"Yeah... I bet you guys do." Jackie nods.

Then, there's a burst of tealish magic in the corner and two people appear out of it. Well- one is dragging the other.

"Jamie- I swear! I have a lot of paperwork to do I do not have time for-!" A man dressed in mint green scrubs and a white coat says. Then, he looks up and his jaw drops. "...mein gott-"

The other man looks just like JJ- same mustache in a blue vest and white dress shirt with a black bowtie on and a bowler hat. He blinks and then smiles happily and waves. Oh hello all! This is... so strange- but also exciting! He signs. 

JJ smiles and waves back. Hello! It is very exciting, isn't it? Always good to meet someone new, especially when that person is you.

Jackie laughs a little. "Alright, we're gonna zoom through the explanations. I'm Jackie, this is JJ, and this is Chase—or Bro. We're from other universes, we're not fucking... creations or whatever you guys are in this world. We have two friends, Alt and Schneep, who got caught by your Anti."

JJ shakes his head. Not giving them much time to process, are you?

"I just want everyone to be on the same page."

The doctor and other JJ blink slowly- processing the information.

"...that was a lot of information to process in 30 seconds..." The doctor mutters.

Other JJ giggles- or makes the motion of giggling by covering his mustache with his hand as his shoulders shake. Hello! I'm Jameson- this is Henrik.

"Dr. Henrik Von Schneeplestein," the doctor says grumpily.

Don't mind him. He doesn't like being interrupted during his work. But I figured this was important. Jameson signs.

JJ nods, giggling a little. Oh, my Schneep is the same way—though he's not a doctor, he takes his 'work' seriously.

"I am... fascinated how you managed to travel universes to get here... but besides that I do not know how I can be of assistance.." Henrik sighs.

"Oh yeah- how did you all get here anyways? We just found you in Phantom's shop." Jackieboy asks.

"Well... there are these weird rifts that open up," Jackie says. "They only suck in the five of us, but... yeah, they take the five of us to a new world." He shakes his head. "I don't really understand it, honestly. Apparently they're a new thing?"

I think Alt said something about them appearing after he and Chase here went to another world and lost their device to control their travels, JJ recalls.

"Yeah- me and my brother Alt we... we used to travel more using a machine we got from a place called IRIS but it broke... and afterwards the rifts have been showing up and just dumping us random places." Bro explains.

"Huh... that is... unusual..." Henrik mumbles. "I mean... in theory it makes sense. Wormholes are usually random phenoniums but we're trying to figure out how to predict them... perhaps its the same principle."

“Maybe?” Jackie mumbles. “I don’t know anything about any of this, to be honest. I just wanna get home. But looks like we can’t do that for a while, so we should focus on finding our friends who Anti took.”

Your other friends already told us some about your Anti, JJ says, jerking his head towards Jackieboy, Marvin, and Chase. Apparently we can’t find our friends while they’re in his pocket realm.

Oh... yes I've heard as much.... maybe they will... turn up soon? Jameson tries to sign hopefully, giving them a sympathetic smile.

"Yes... hopefully not too... corrupted." Henrik says quietly.

JJ shudders. He doesn’t like the implications of ‘corrupted’ at all.

Jackieboy suddenly jolts and goes to pull out his phone from his pocket. His eyes widen. Then, he sprints to look outside the window. "uhhh guys?? .. I think we have a problem..."

“Problem? What kind of problem?” Jackie also rushes to the window. JJ is close behind.

When they look outside there's.... Alt and Schneep. But both of them look... off. Alt looks up at all the faces and smirks cruelly, waving up at them.

"...I take it those are your friends...?" Jackieboy asks quietly.

Jackie’s heart sinks. “Yeah… that’s them. But they’re—different.”

Bro inhales sharply at seeing them, “Christ…! W-what happened? That’s… that’s not Alt-“ 

JJ stumbles back from the window. That must be what your Anti does, he says, shivering. We have to do something!

“Like what?!” Jackie asks.

Snap them out of it!

“Okay, yeah, but I get the feeling they’re not gonna just let that happen.” Jackie tightens his grip on his staff. “We have to prepare!”

Marvin jumps off the table and then makes room to look- and then pales.  “Ohhh no. That’s not good-“

“What is Marv?” Chase asks.

“I know you all don’t remember it much but… r-remember when I made that deal with Anti and he possessed me…?”

“Oh… oh god-“ Jackieboy whispers.

“And uhhh r-remember Illusion…?” Marvin says even quieter.

“Oh fuck really???” Jackie says louder.

"One of them is possessed?!" Jackie stares in the window's direction with narrowed eyes. "Oh shit. Ohhhh shit. I-I mean, the Anti in my world can possess people too, but—not like that."

Alt seems to see Jackie’s expression and grins wider- his black sclera eye flashing brighter green.

And what's Illusion? JJ asks.

"I'm gonna guess it's something related to mind control," Jackie says.

“…yes-“ Marvin says with a wince, “Anti tried this t-technique on me and it… m-made me a glitch like him. E-Erased my memories and made me forget my brothers- made me… l-like him.” He says shakily. “I’m so sorry I… I didn’t think he’d ever t-try that again…! But I… I recognize it- the glitches coming off your friend…”

"Well... s-some of those glitches are normal for him, but... not in that way," Jackie says. "But that's a long story! Let's talk about it later!"

“What the fucking hell…” Bro breathes in horror. Then he narrows his eyes in determination. “Being freaked out about this isn’t going to save them. Jackie’s right- let’s prepare for a fight.”

“Marvin and me can back you up! Right, Marv?” Jackieboy says. Marvin nods. He looks at the others. “Jameson- can you get Chase and Schneep somewhere safe?” Jamie nods.

“If anyone is injured..  come see us at the hospital.” Henrik says with a nod.

“G-Good luck guys… sorry we can’t be much help but- we’re kinda just… regular guys.” Chase says with a nervous laugh.

"Hey, I'm a regular guy, and there's no way in hell I'm going to let them get away with whatever they're gonna do." Jackie shakes his head. "But if you don't think you can help, you know your capabilities better than me. Get somewhere safe."

JJ's eyes turn blue with power and he pulls his mask back down onto his face. I'm ready when you all are. No doubt they'll appear soon.

Jameson makes a portal and smiles at the rest of them, Good luck.

“We’ll meet them outside… we don’t want them destroying the building…” Jackieboy says.

“Thanks for that!” Chase calls as he and Henrik head through the portal with Jameson.

Marvin closes his eyes and the others find themselves turning green before they appear on the asphalt road outside.

Alt grins and laughs sinisterly. It sounds like him- but it’s clearly not. “Check it out, Schneep! Your friends are here~ ready to show them a fun time?”

“Fuck that! Let our friends go!” Bro shouts, his eyes glowing bright blue.

“Hmmm lemme think about it… no.” Alt laughs with condensation.

Schneep giggles manically. "Yes, yes. Let's do it—"

"Schneep what the fuck?!" Jackie gasps. "What the hell happened to you?! If you could see yourself right now I don't think you'd recognize your reflection!"

"I-is that a bad th-thing?" Schneep grins, and suddenly leaps closer to Jackie. "I-I don't think I c-care right now. Come, Jackie. L-let's see how good you are." And suddenly, Jackie feels pain in his stomach as Schneep shoves a pair of scissors into his abdoment.

Jackie yells out, mostly in surprise, and scrambles backwards, making Schneep pull the scissors out. He laughs and turns to Marvin and Jackieboy. "You two are new! Let's see how you are, too!" He leaps over to them and slashes at Marvin.

“Jackie!” Bro yells in shock and looks at Schneep with wide eyes, “S-Schneep stop! Wake up!”

Marvin yells in surprise and holds up a shield just in the nick of time. “This is sick Anti! Let these guys go!”

“Nope~! You all were getting boringgg so let’s do this now!” Alt giggles and then glitches so he’s behind JJ. He makes a knife out of green magic and tries to slash JJ across the back.

JJ’s eyes widen and he spins around, blocking Anti’s—Alt’s?—attack with a glowing blue shield. “A-Alt—!” He breathes out in his rough voice. He tries curving the shield around him, aiming to pin his arms to his sides.

Alt grins wide and glitches out of JJ's magic, giggling. "Careful there- that sounds painful~!" He laughs cruelly before jumping to try to slash at JJ again.

JJ tries conjuring another shield but isn't fast enough, and Alt's knife slashes across his chest. He cries out and staggers back. And anger suddenly surges in his heart. How dare this—this otherworld thing use his friend to hurt him?! His eyes flash, and he throws out a bolt of magic, half blue, half red.

Meanwhile Jackieboy narrows his eyes at Schneep before cracking his knuckles and going to try to punch him in the face.

Schneep hears Jackieboy move before he does and leaps out of the way. He laughs. “Oh! You are like that, I see! How exciting!” He whirls on him and slashes at him instead.

Jackieboy almost manages to catch Schneep's hand but gets nicked in his attempt. "Jesus! You're fighting with scissors?!" 

“Hey!” Jackie grits his teeth through the pain and swings his staff at Schneep to distract him.

The staff cracks against Schneep’s head and he whirls over to look at Jackie. “Oh? You want more?” He laughs madly.

When Schneep tries to whirl on his other self Jackieboy growls and tries to swipe Schneep's feet out from under him.

Schneep leaps out of  the way of Jackieboy's attack. "Y-you are s-such a noisy attacker!" He laughs. Then he leaps away from Jackieboy and appears behind Marvin. "And you! C-come join the fun!" He makes to stab him.

Marvin gasps and whips around and blasts a bolt of green blue fire at Schneep. "S-Stay back!"

Schneep ducks to the ground, dodging the fire with a laugh. It singes his hair a little bit but doesn't do any damage. "No, I think I won't!" He lunges forward to stab again, and Jackie tries to grab him from behind to stop him, but is too slow.

Alt laughs madly and twirl his knife around, ready to go again. But then he sees the bolt of red and he freezes for a second and just barely manages to use his knife to block the blast. "Hit a nerve there, Jackson?" Alt giggles. 

JJ grits his teeth and fires off more magic, this one going out in a wave—and the same blue and red color.

Alt glitches out of the way and hums, "This is getting boring-" He glitches forward towards JJ and smiles more, "C'mon magic man! Give me a real fight!! Or- I guess you don't wanna hurt your 'friend' who's body I stole hm?"

JJ's eyes flash red—literally. And he sends out a great blast of magic at Anti.

Alt's eyes widen and he's sent skidding back against the ground from the blast. He coughs and his eyes flicker slightly as he tries to push himself up. He coughs up a little bit of black blood and grins, "T-That's better!" He laughs unhingedly and then glitches to be back over by JJ in a burst of lightning and glitches. He tries to blast lightning straight at JJ- 

Marvin tries to blast out another burst of magic but is stabbed in his arm. He yells out and stumbles back, holding the wound. "Schneep!" Bro yells and tries to tackle Schneep to the ground.

Schneep leaps out of the way again, laughing. "Y-you all are so noisy! I h-haven't even needed to use my new power to tell where you are!"

Jackie holds back a growl—apparently Schneep can hear it—and lunges at Schneep while he's laughing. He wraps his staff around him, pinning Schneep between the staff and Jackie's body. Schneep yelps in surprise.

"Jackie jesus!" Bro yells, "C-Careful!"

"I am being careful!" Jackie says. "Someone try to snap him out of this! Schneep! I don't know what the fuck that Anti did to you, but this isn't you!"

Schneep laughs. "Y-you all keep saying that! Y-you all are wrong! I was wrong! This buzzing static i-is not a bad omen, i-it is a blessing!" He throws his head backwards, smashing it into Jackie's face. Jackie yelps and instinctively lets go of one end of the staff to block the blood that starts flowing from his nose. Schneep immediately rushes forward, swinging his open scissors at Bro.

JJ conjures up a shield in time, and the lightning gets—strangely—sucked into the red magic it's made. Jameson grins, unusually fierce, and throws the lightning right back at Anti. 

"W-What?!" Anti whispers in confusion as their magic is absorbed. He's not expecting the lightning to hit him back and he flies back and hits his back against the building before landing in a jittering heap. He struggles to push up his trembling arms, "F-Fucking weak ass h-human body!" He growls.

Marvin seems to shiver as he registers the red magic and his eyes widen. "Jameson careful! U-Using magic like that is dangerous!!"

JJ looks over at Marvin, and then down at the red light dancing around his hands. Dangerous...? What—

Black magic.

He gasps as the realization hits him and he staggers backwards. He didn't even realize what he was doing! He just—wanted so badly to get Anti to stop attacking people—that he—that he attacked Alt to do it. Cold dread fills his stomach, but he shakes it off and tries to freeze Alt in place, his magic back to his usual blue.

Alt's head snaps up and he glitches clumsily out of the way, laughing. Though it sounds forced. "Aw- g-giving up on me already, Jackson? Coward-" 

JJ takes a deep breath. He has to stay calm. He can't let Anti get to him! But—he's shaking slightly. All over his body. It would be so easy to get Anti out of Alt if he used that darker spark of power—No! No, he can't do that!

Bro yelps and tries to block himself but ends up getting slashed across his arm. He growls and builds up energy in his finger then tries to shoot Schneep in the shoulder with electrcity. Schneep dodges, laughing. "Y-you are superhero, yes? I bet you are tough, then!" He keeps slashing, hacking wildly.

Bro tries his best to block Schneep, just taking the hacking against his arms as he tries to bite back pained grunts. "C'mon Schneep! F-Fight this! You're better than this!" He tries to grab Schneep's arm that's holding his scissors.

Schneep shrieks in surprise. Then he laughs some more. The black bars and slashes around him buzz fiercely. "I don't want to fight it, though," he whispers, and tries to punch Bro in the face.

Bro dodges and then uses his hold on Schneep to float them both up in the air. "Well tough! Cuz you need to wake the fuck up dude! I know you don't wanna hurt us like this!"

Schneep blinks in surprise as Bro pulls him up into the air. His feet kick uselessly and he giggles. "How d-delightful! I forget you can f-fly!" He laughs harder. "Oo—do you think I can jump down from here? Do you think I can take you with me?" He grins and tries to leap.

But instead, he just slips out of Bro's grasp and starts to fall.

"Schneep!" Bro yells and rockets down to try to catch him. "A-Are you insane?!"

But Bro isn't fast enough. Schneep lands on the ground hard and gasps as pain snaps through his ankle. He staggers to his feet—then falls again as his ankle refuses to support him. "Hah.. h-haha..." Schneep laughs weakly. "I-I think something has twisted." He tries again, this time managing to stand. He dropped his scissors, but he grabs them again easily enough. "Th-that was n-not supposed to happen. But i-it does not matter."

Bro quickly touches back down and holds his hands out to Schneep. "J-Jesus Schneep! Please- stop this... y-you're hurting yourself!"

"H-have you never hurt yourself?" Schneep asks, giggling. "E-even accidentally?" 

"Not like this!" Bro tries to argue. 

Then he abruptly turns to face Jackieboy and Marvin. "Don't think I've f-forgotten you two!" He throws his scissors in their direction.

Marvin holds out a hand and catches his scissors in his magic then throws them down to the ground, catching them in the asphalt. His eyes burn blue green. "Listen other Schneep- I dunno what Anti has promised you- but as another one of his victims I can tell you- it doesn't mean shit! He just wants chaos! He wants to see you and everyone you love hurt. Is that really what you want?"

"Wh-what's wrong with a little chaos?" Schneep giggles. But his smile seems a bit hollow as he remembers how he really hurt Alt earlier. "C-come on, join the fun!" The scissors disappear from the asphalt and reappear in Schneep's hand as he lunges forward.

Jackie notices JJ standing there, trembling, and rushes over, swinging his staff at Alt's head—maybe he can knock him out!

Alt laughs more, an unhinged expression on his face. "Pathetic! Just like your counterpart here- just a fucking useless mut-!"

The staff hits Alt right on top of the head and his vision doubles and he slams into the floor.

JJ blinks in surprise and looks over at Jackie. "Can you do something to stop him?!" Jackie says.

Shaking himself off, JJ nods. He crouches by Alt's side and pulls his wrists behind his back, using magic to bind them there.

"This Anti's even more of an asshole than mine!" Jackie hisses.

That does make sense, doesn't it? JJ says.

Alt struggles against the two of them and laughs even more, "Your Antis are fucking weak! Just like this one is- and I'll use his body until he falls apart! Weak things like him don't deserve to be an Anti!" He bites out at the end, eyes flashing brighter green. "So- do your worst, bitches. I'd like to see you try to free him~" 

"Ohhh if you knew my Anti, you wouldn't be calling him weak," Jackie mutters. "And if you knew Alt, you wouldn't be calling him that, either. I don't care if you can see his memories while possessing him, which you might not. He is so much stronger than anyone thinks--than even he thinks." He grabs Alt's shoulders and shakes him slightly. "Do you hear that, Alt? You're not weak like this bitch is saying! Don't let him beat you down like that!"

JJ nods. You're a great magician and a great man! You can drive him out!

Something in Alt's eyes flicker and he gasps quietly, suddenly trembling a bit more. At first all he can do is make wheezed whimpers but eventually he tries to croak out, "G-Guys...?" Then he winces and hangs his head, fighting against the pounding inside of it- grabbing every fiber of his soul. "N-ngh-!"

"Yes! Alt!" Jackie nods encouragingly. "We're here for you! I-I know it's hard, but you can fight him off!" He looks over at JJ. "Don't you have any magic that could help?!"

JJ's eyes widen. He's not sure—maybe if he used that other power—no! He can't do that! Taking a deep breath, he reaches out and grabs Alt's arm, hoping that if he sends some of his magic into him, it'll... he's not sure. Give Alt something to latch onto? Help drive out this Anti? Something like that.

Alt pants, suddenly weaker than he has been, staring out at the two of them with cloudy eyes. There's a flicker then he growls and bursts an arm out of the magic and grabs JJ's arm, snarling, "Y-Your weak magic can't save him- none of you can...!"

JJ starts as Alt--Anti--grabbed him. For a moment, the blue glow in his eyes flickers, turning red, and the magic going into Alt's body turns into something else, something burning—

"Jameson!" Jackie looks at him in shock.

Alt yelps slightly as the magic burns him and seems a bit more awake for a second. 

JJ shook his head, magic returning to its normal blue. I didn't mean to do that, he says. That doesn't usually happen.

"Dude, get a hold of yourself, this isn't the time!" Jackie looks back at Alt, staring through him towards the possessing glitch within. "You sure love calling people weak, don't you? You know what I think? I think you're scared. I think that you know that you aren't as strong as you appear, and you know that all of us together can drive you out, so you try to tell us we aren't. Don't listen to him, Alt! He's just a little bitch."

Anti grabs the reins from Alt again and grins coldly at Jackie, baring sharp teeth. "Is that what you tell yourself? Think yourself strong to hide how scared shitless you are? I can tell from the way you fight J̵a̵c̶k̵i̷e̷, you're scared of yourself, aren't ya? All you fuckers are. I know you weaklings ain't got nothing on me. I'm eternal. I got all these pussies wrapped around my fingers. This is all just a fun game for me~!" 

Jackie jerks backwards slightly. Scared of himself? Is that—is that true? No, he knows his capabilities. And—that's the problem, isn't it? He knows what he could do if he really let loose. And he doesn't want to be the person who did those things anymore.

"Shut up!" JJ shouts, voice rasping as his eyes turned red once more, burning magic flowing into Alt again. 

Alt gasps out in pain and his eyes fill with red and red cracks crawl across his skin. He almost falls against JJ and Jackie as he grits his teeth against the magic. There seems to be an outline of glitches rising slightly above Alt- almost like... is the black magic forcing Anti out? His eyes flicker as he pants and tries to laugh, "K-Keep on hitting the nerves huh? You got quite the temper hidden, don't ya Jamie~?" 

JJ jerks backwards in surprise. A temper? No, he doesn't have a temper. Does he? This is just—an exception to how he usually is. And—maybe it's an exception he should lean into. Because he's doing something. His face darkens and he forces more of that magic at Anti, a cold so deep it burns.

"Jameson!" Jackie actually scoots backwards in shock.

Alt screams now, his back arching as more red crawls across his skin and it burns-! Anti hates the feeling- he wants it out- out! In a burst of static and glitches a form bursts out of Alt's body and then glitches to its knees on the road behind them. He's twitching and trembling- red cracks on him too as he curses. "F-Fucking! Black magic b̷̡̈ȕ̷̻l̵̤̋l̵̫̇s̵͍͝ḣ̸̙ị̶͝t̷̲̄-!"

Alt's eyes partially roll back into his head as he slumps forward, black magic stark on his skin and all the evidence of his possession still present.... like his slit throat.

"Alt!" Jackie glances at Anti for a moment, but then turns his attention to the fucking bleeding throat wound that Alt is suffering from. "Alt! Fuck! I-I thought that would go away! Jameson!"

JJ shakes his head and looks at Alt as well—and any lingering anger is pushed back by fear. He grabs onto Alt again, trying to heal him. Trying—trying to heal him—trying—why isn't it working? He grits his teeth and whispers the spell under his breath over and over.

Alt chokes and gurgles slightly, and- the healing spell isnt working. If anything- the red cracks seem to get brighter and spread out more. 

Marvin meets Schneep and makes a shield that looks like a card made of transparent magic. He pushes Schneep back with the shield and bares his teeth. "Chaos only hurts those around you! Nothing good comes of it!"

Schneep presses his hands against Marvin's shield, putting his face an inch from its surface. "A-are you sure?" It doesn't sound taunting. It sounds... like a genuine question. And yet, as he asks it, he turns the scissors in his hand around and tries to stab them through the shield.

Marvin lets his guard down- thinking he's getting through to Schneep. But then, his scissors hit with so much force the shield shatters and Marvin flies back, trying to cover up his face from the burst magic. Jackieboy quickly catches him, "Marv!" 

Bro tries to grab Schneep's arm again-

But Schneep slips away, leaping forward again, eyes full of static as he tries to slash at Marvin. Yes—this is fun! This is what he wants!

Marvin scrambles back to try to get away, Jackieboy trying to help him- But Schneep manages to slash across Marvin's leg, making him cry out. Marvin growls and tries to throw fire back at Schneep. Schneep leaps out of the way, appearing behind Jackieboy as he slashes some more. Jackieboy yells out as he's slashed and whirls around trying to grab Schneep and punch him.

Bro looks between the two groups with conflicted eyes- and sees Anti out of his brother. Just seeing him makes him roar in rage as he tackles the glitch and tries to punch him over and over. "Y-You fucker! What the fuck did you do to my brother?!"

Anti isnt expecting this and he's too weak to pull away. But, he laughs like a maniac and grins at Bro, "I gave him a taste of strength~! Probably his last taste! Seems like your healer got too into kicking my ass to save your precious baby bro, Chase~!"

JJ's eyes widen in panic. No no no no! He can't let Alt die! Why isn't this working?! He quickly lets go of Alt and stares down at his hands. Work! Work damn you! The magic flakes swirling around his fingers are still bright red. He tries to concentrate. Come on! What has he done?!

What he had to.

"Nn—!" JJ clutches his head. No! If he'd known that this would be the consequence, he wouldn't have tried it at all! He didn't have to do it. Why did he think he had to?! There could've been another way if he tried!

"Jameson, really, get a hold of yourself!" Jackie grabs JJ, shaking him. "Fucking concentrate! The other magician is being attacked by our hypnotized friend, you're the only one who can do this right now!"

JJ nods, taking deep breaths. He has to concentrate. He's not going to risk touching Alt until he has his magic under control, but he's got to try turning it normal again.

Schneep dodges the punch, laughing, and lunging forward again, scissors aimed for Jackie's chest. Jackieboy grabs Schneep's arm and twists it behind his back and throws him to the ground and pins him there. "That's enough! Marv! Help their other friend!"

Schneep shrieks angrily and struggles against Jackieboy's hold. "Let go! Let go!"

"G-Got it!" Marvin says as he rushes over. He sees JJ struggling with his magic and gently cups his hands, "Hey- I know its hard... just- try to picture the light and what you want to fight for, okay?" He smiles and then turns to presses fingers to Alt's neck and mumbles an incantation that starts to heal Alt's wound, stitching the skin back together.

JJ nods slowly. He looks down at his hands again. Picture the light. Picture what he wants to fight for. These guys, of course. His new friends. And all his friends back at home. Marvin, Schneep, Jackie, Anti. What would they say about this? They wouldn't want this for him. As he concentrates on them, the red in his magic slowly fades, the blue returning.

"No!" Anti yells with a snarl but Bro just slams him back into the ground. "Face it fucker! You've lost! Get the fuck out of here before I find out how to kill a figment myself!" The hero yells. 

Anti laughs at this and gives Bro a condensing smirk before starting to turn into pixels. "Fine... this isn't fun anymore. Good luck finding a way home~" He giggles sarcastically before dissolving away into glitches, his laugh echoing in the air.

Once Anti is gone, Bro tears over to crash next to Alt. "Is he okay?!" 

JJ looks at Bro. I—think he'll be fine? he says, a look of uncertainty on his face.

Marvin's magic is making good progress, the wound becoming a mostly closed puffy red scar. Marvin slumps back a bit, sweating as he shudders. "Y-Yeah I... f-focused on closing the muscles back together since t-that's what's most dangerous about a- slit throat..."

"No! Anti! Anti!" Schneep fought harder against Jackieboy's hold. Why did Anti leave him?!

"Jesus, Schneep!" Jackie gets up and walks over to his other self and Schneep. "Wake up! You don't want to be this dependent on someone, do you?!"

"A-Anti—"

"Shut the fuck up about Anti! He's gone, he's left you!"

Schneep glares at him, but... he's right. He's right, isn't he?

Jackieboy holds Schneep down still and just sadly shakes his head, "...I’m sorry... h-he doesn't care for anyone but himself and his fun. W-We'll get all this outta ya okay?"

"D-doesn't care...?" Schneep stutters. "G-get it out?" He blinks, then laughs. "Wh-what if you cannot get it out? I-I am a glitch! I b-broke the laws of the world! S-something must have gone wrong--s-some in—in—un—Unvereinbarkeit!" He struggles against Jackieboy. "This is who I was meant to be!"

“No it’s not!” Jackieboy cries out

The black bars gather around his form as he starts to fizzle, but Jackie lunges forward and helps his other self pin him down, breaking his concentration. "I don't care if you're a glitch or not! Nobody is meant to hurt people!" he snaps.

 “Anti thrives off making people act completely opposite from how they usually are!” Jackieboy continues. “I’m sure you’re not like this normally! Think, dude! Think about what you want- what you fight for!”

"Wh-what I want...?" Schneep blinks.

"Yes!" Jackie shakes him slightly. "What you want! It's not what you think, I can promise you that! Your Anti did terrible things to you, didn't he? Well��right now you're acting a bit like him."

"N-no!" Schneep twists around. "How would you know?!"

"Because of how you've talked about him!" Jackie insists. "Do you want to be compared to that guy?! The guy who tormented your friends?!"

"N-n-n—" Schneep shakes his head. The static in his eyes fades a little, fuzzing away from his irises. The white noise in him still screams for blood, for chaos, for pain. But beneath it, he can hear voices—familiar voices, trying to reach him. He can't quite hear what they're saying, though. "I-Ich—n—"

Alt groans and blearily blinks open his eyes, looking out in confusion. "...mmm...? G...guys...?" He slurs. He tries to look around and push himself up but almost completely slumps back to the floor. "s...sch...nep- where's...?"

JJ points to the side, where the Jackies are dealing with Schneep.

Alt struggles to push himself up, “S-Schneep!” He croaks out, and Bro tries to catch him and hold him up. “Alt careful!”

“Help… I-I gotta h-help-“ Alt breathes then coughs harshly.

“Dude you just had your neck spilt open! We can figure this out…” Bro tries to reason.

JJ half-reaches out, wanting to help support Alt too, but he hesitates. Alt, do you really think you can help? Without pushing yourself? He looks at Bro. He should be able to try, at least... if it won't hurt him.

Alt unsteadily looks at JJ and Bro and nods. “…I c-can take the glitches I… I can handle them. S-Schneep can’t…”

Bro looks wary but he eventually nods. “L-Lemme help you…”

Bro helps Alt over and Alt kneels down next to Schneep, and shakily tries to take his hand. “Hen…? Can you hear me?” He whispers.

Schneep jumps at the surprise touch, too stuck in his inner world to pay attention to the sense of souls approaching. "A-Anti? Nein, Alt. Alt." He squeezes Alt's hand. "I—D-did I... h-hurt? Too much? Again?"

Alt shakes his head, “N-not you…” 

JJ wanders over. What are you planning to do? he asks.

"Whatever it is, do it quick," Jackie says through gritted teeth. "He might start fighting again."

Alt looks at JJ and then pulls up Schneep’s sleeve and tries to find the slash that Anti put the glitches into. He finds the strangely green glitchy cut and closes his eyes before putting his hands over it. “I’m… I’m getting these out of Hen… by giving them somewhere else to go.” His eyes glow bright blue before his body starts to dissolve into pixels. “Like calls to like…” Then he dives into the cut in a collection of pixels.

It hurts at first- uncomfy rough pixels collecting inside Schneep’s skin. Then, the pain and madness starts to recede- clarity returning.

After about a minute Alt is shot back out, first as straight pixels, then he hits the ground and snaps back together. He grits his teeth, eyes shut in pain as red and black glitches vibrate around him and eat at his skin. Then- they fade to his normal blue green color and he slumps, clearly exhausted.

“Woah!” Jackieboy exclaims in surprise. “T-The fuck just happened?? He can glitch like Anti??”

Marvin hovers over Alt with concern. Bro rushes over to help him up. “Alt!”

“‘M okay… ‘m okay I swear…” Alt slurs, eyes rolling a bit in his head.

JJ reaches out as Alt returns but hesitates, unsure.

Schneep gasps, blinking his eyes as if trying to clear something away. The static recedes, and his eyes are their normal—well, not normal, but usually possible—black and turquoise. “Wh-what the fuck…?” He whispers.

“You okay, Schneep?” Jackie asks.

“I-I am fi—mein Gott! I-I am so sorry!” He goes a bit pale as the gravity of his actions fully sink in. “I-I am so—I never thought—I-I tried—”

“Hey, no, it’s okay, we get it,” Jackie reassures him. “These guys do, too. Sounds like they’ve dealt with this Anti fucker a lot.” 

Jackieboy looks sympathetic and nods. “We get it… god we get it man. You’re okay…” 

Jackie looks over at Alt. “Are you sure you’re okay, man? You look out of it.”

Alt’s eyelids flutter as he tries to look at Jackie. He tries to say something but just ends up groaning and slumping against Bro. Bro frowns in worry and feels his forehead. A little warm… at least it seems like those red marks from JJ’s black magic are receding.

He probably needs rest, JJ says. And you all need to… heal. He looks at his hands again, testing to see if his magic is still blue. It is.

“Henrik has a room saved for us in the hospital for hero emergencies,” Marvin explains, “I can take you all there to rest and wrap up our wounds if you’d like? I… it took a lot of magic to make sure that slit throat d-didn’t… you know so I… I probably can’t heal much more.”

“That’d be great, Marvin,” Jackie says, wincing as he stands up. He forgot he got fucking stabbed. “Don’t worry about not healing, really. You kinda had to prioritize.”

“I-I am… so sorry,” Schneep says. “Truly.”

I’m sorry, too, JJ says.

“What? You don’t have to be sorry for anything, Jameson,” Jackie says.

JJ smiles at him weakly but says nothing. He walks over to Schneep and helps him stand up. Schneep mumbles a thank you and reaches out to grab his cane from nowhere.

Marvin gives JJ a knowing look and nods in sympathy. JJ glances back at him, surprised, and then softens a little. If this Marvin knows what that was... well, he's sorry that happened, but he's happy that someone understands.

“It’s okay Schneep…” Bro mumbles, “You couldn’t help it… I’m sorry we let Anti take you..  both of you.”

“Sorry fests aren’t helpful, mates.” Jackieboy sighs and gets to his feet. “Let’s just focus on moving forward, alright?”

Jackie shakes his head, laughing. "Right. No sorry fests. I gotta keep that in mind."

Marvin chuckles a bit at this and nods, closing his eyes and transporting them to the hospital.

[snowdrrops]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 崩坏：星穹铁道 | Honkai: Star Rail (Video Game) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Blade/Dan Heng (Honkai: Star Rail) Characters: Blade (Honkai: Star Rail), Dan Heng (Honkai: Star Rail), March 7th (Honkai: Star Rail), Stelle (Honkai: Star Rail), Welt Yang (Honkai), mentioned Himeko (Honkai: Star Rail) - Character Additional Tags: Blade is Called Ren (Honkai: Star Rail), Secret Relationship, Cats Summary:

march and stelle discover the nature of dan heng's relationship with ren in unconventional ways

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✦ “It’s Just Another Day… Right?”

Synopsis: In an established relationship, your partner stumble across a surprising truth: their beloved never celebrated their birthday. No cakes. No parties. No gifts. It was always just “another day.” But not this year,not when they're here to make it special. Even if it takes a bit of coaxing, teasing, or gentle love, they’ll make sure this birthday is one to remember.

Characters: Vil Schoenheit, Leona Kingscholar,Idia Shroud, Riddle Rosehearts,Lilia Vanrouge,Silver

I meant to post this on my birthday (28/06), but between being busy and forgetting a few times, it slipped my mind,so here it is, one day late🥳

Vil Schoenheit

“It’s Not Just Another Day”

Birthdays never meant much to you. They came and went like passing clouds, barely different from any other day. Maybe once, a long time ago, you wished they were special. But time has a way of teaching people not to expect things. Eventually, you stopped looking forward to anything at all.

So you treated today just like any other. Casual, quiet. No mention of anything. You were sitting with Vil in the courtyard, sunlight soft against your skin, flipping through a book while he carefully applied lip balm, prepping for his afternoon shoot.

That’s when the words slipped out of you.

“Oh. Right. Today’s my birthday.”

It was like tossing a rock into still water. The silence that followed was heavier than it should’ve been.

Vil froze. He slowly turned to look at you.

“…Pardon?”

You blinked, looking up. “I said it’s my birthday. Today.”

Vil’s expression didn’t shift immediately. But you saw it. The slight narrowing of his eyes. The tension in his jaw. He was processing not the fact that it was your birthday, but how you’d said it. Offhand. Emotionless. Like it meant nothing.

He closed his lip balm with a click. “And you weren’t going to say anything?”

You gave a light shrug, trying to play it off. “There’s nothing to say. I don’t really do birthdays. Haven’t since I was a kid.”

Vil was quiet for a moment longer.

Then: “I see.”

You expected him to press, but he didn’t. Instead, he let the subject drop for now. But the way he gently reached for your hand and squeezed it once told you everything: he wasn’t letting this go.

Later that evening, after your classes, he found you again.

There was no elaborate setup. Just Vil, dressed more casually and something unreadable in his expression.

“Come with me,” he said.

You hesitated. “What for?”

“Something overdue.”

He brought you to a quiet lounge in Pomefiore, one the others rarely used. On a small table was a plate of your favorite dessert and a teapot already steeping something floral and warm. Two glasses. One candle.

“I didn’t have time for anything extravagant,” he said softly, “but I couldn’t let the day end without at least this.”

You opened your mouth to protest, but he stopped you.

“No. You don’t have to pretend it doesn’t matter. Not with me. I don’t know who made you believe your birthday wasn’t worth celebrating, but they were wrong.”

You stared at the table, emotions welling up in your chest unexpectedly. “I just… I got used to pretending it was nothing. It hurt less.”

Vil moved closer, brushing your cheek with the back of his fingers. “Then let’s start rewriting that story. I can’t fix what came before, but I can promise you this,so long as you’re mine, you’ll never spend another birthday forgotten.”

Leona Kingscholar

“You Could’ve Said Something, Herbivore”

The sun was high over the Savannaclaw dorm, the heat dry and still. Most of the students had retreated indoors, but you were lying in the shade of a tree near the training yard, flipping through a book and sipping water like it was just another afternoon.

Leona was stretched out beside you, one arm thrown over his eyes, his breathing steady. He looked half-asleep,until he lazily cracked one eye open.

“You’re quiet today,” he muttered. “More than usual.”

You hummed, flipping a page. “Just thinking.”

A long silence passed. You weren’t expecting to say anything else, but the thought slipped out of you anyway. A whisper, almost offhand.

“…Today’s my birthday.”

Leona blinked.

He sat up,actually sat up, which was enough of a red flag that you glanced at him. “Come again?”

You shrugged. “It’s my birthday. I don’t really celebrate, so... I didn’t say anything.”

He narrowed his eyes at you, golden gaze sharp. “You’re tellin’ me you’ve been walking around all day, actin’ like it’s just another day, and didn’t think to mention you were born today?”

“I’m not big on birthdays,” you replied, waving it off. “It’s just another day. I got used to that.”

Leona stared at you for a beat longer before flopping back down onto the grass. He muttered something under his breath,something that sounded suspiciously like a curse and threw his arm over his face again.

You thought he might let it go.a

You expected him to leave it at that. To mutter something sarcastic and change the subject. But he didn’t. Instead, he stayed beside you the rest of the afternoon, unusually still, only talking now and then. You’d almost forgotten about your birthday again,until later that night, when you returned to Ramshackle.

Your room light was on.

Inside, waiting on your desk, was a single neatly wrapped item: a small, golden box tied with green twine. A little note sat on top in Leona’s handwriting.

> “Didn’t have time to get something flashy.

But it’s better than nothing.Don’t act like it’s no big deal.

You’re not just anyone.

—L.”

You opened it slowly, heart thudding in your chest. Inside was a sand-polished pendant carved with your birthstone in the center, shaped like a rising sun.

You hadn’t realized how quiet the world had felt until now. How much you’d learned to mute your own importance. You stared at the note, fingers trembling.

There was a knock at the door.

“…You get it?” came Leona’s voice, soft and gruff from behind the wood.

You opened the door slowly, eyes still wide. “Leona, you didn’t have to—”

He looked at you. “Yeah. I did.”

You opened your mouth, but nothing came out. Just a rush of heat behind your eyes.

Leona sighed and tugged you into his arms like it was nothing. “Next year,” he muttered into your hair, “you’re getting cake. And don’t try that ‘it’s just another day’ crap. You matter to me. So your birthday does too.”

You stayed quiet, tucked against his chest, letting that truth settle into your bones.

For the first time, it didn’t feel like just another day.

Idia Shroud

“You Can’t Drop a Bomb Like That in Casual Conversation”

You hadn’t meant to bring it up. It just kind of… slipped out.

You were both sitting in his room, as usual,just the two of you, some game playing in the background, the only light coming from his computer monitors and the glowing strands of neon-blue hair that curled softly down his shoulders.

It had been a quiet day. Peaceful, even. You’d finished your classes early and spent most of the afternoon in Ignihyde, lounging with Idia while he half-rambled about patch notes and coding and you occasionally added commentary.

He was mid-sentence,something about how a dev nerfed his favorite spell for the third time, when you yawned and muttered offhandedly, “Huh. Weird that it’s already evening. Today passed fast. Guess birthdays are just like that.”

There was a pause.

Then a slow, robotic blink from the blue-haired shut-in sitting next to you.

“…Did you just say birthday?” he asked.

You glanced at him. “Yeah. Mine. It’s today.”

You said it like you were telling him it was cloudy outside.

Idia stared.

A long, horrible silence filled the room, like your words had just sent an error message to his brain.

“YOU CAN’T JUST SAY THAT LIKE IT’S NOTHING—”

You flinched as he launched into a flurry of typing. Windows opened and closed faster than your eyes could follow. You could see a gift website, a recipe page, and a link to a video titled “How to Celebrate a Birthday IRL (When You’re Socially Inept)”.

You blinked. “Idia—”

“You didn’t tell me it was today?! That’s, like—” He waved his arms. “Flag on the play! You need to give a guy a minimum 48-hour warning window for this kind of emotionally significant information!”

“I didn’t think it was a big deal,” you replied, chuckling nervously.

“Not a big—” He stopped himself with a groan and dropped his forehead to his desk with a dramatic thud. “You can’t just stealth-drop your birthday on me like that. I’m not built for this kind of pressure.”

“…It’s really not a big deal,” you repeated. “I’ve never really celebrated it, so I’m kind of used to treating it like a normal day. Honestly, I forget it sometimes too.”

Idia turned to look at you, eyes wide behind the glare of his screen. His usual anxiety was still there, but it was muffled now by something quieter,sadness, maybe. Concern.

“You’ve never celebrated it?” he asked, quieter.

You shook your head. “I just… never did. And after a while, I figured it didn’t matter. It’s just another date.”

“That’s…” He trailed off, then frowned. “No. That’s super tragic anime protagonist behavior.”

You laughed a little at that. “Well. You are dating me.”

He didn’t laugh. Not really. His eyes softened, though. The glow of his hair dimmed a little, like the light was leaning toward you.

“…You matter, you know,” he murmured. “Your birthday matters. I-I mean, it’s the day you showed up in the world, and that’s, like… a big deal to me. If I’d known sooner, I would’ve—” He made a vague gesture toward the half-decorated cake recipe on screen. “Well. I would’ve panicked sooner.”

You nudged him gently. “You don’t have to do anything.”

“But I want to,” he said, surprisingly firm. “Just… gimme one hour. I’ll put something together. Just… sit here and look cute or whatever.”

You raised a brow. “Are you going to glitch if I try to help?”

“Absolutely.”

You chuckled again, and this time, he cracked a small smile in return,soft, shy, real.

By the end of the hour, he had thrown together a scuffed but sincere digital birthday party in one of his favorite games, complete with your favorite virtual snacks, background music, and an awkward in-game hug.

It was glitchy, silly, chaotic.

And it was perfect.

You didn’t need anything more than that.

Especially not from him.

Riddle Rosehearts

“You Should Have Told Me”

Riddle never misses a rule. But the most important one? He learns it from you.

Riddle had asked you to meet him in the rose garden during your free period, like he often did when he wanted a little quiet time away from the rest of Heartslabyul. The two of you would sit beneath the trimmed arches of rosebushes, reading together or just letting the wind pass gently between your shoulders.

He’d brought tea this time. Your favorite kind, with delicate biscuits shaped like hearts.

You held one in your hand, staring at it like it was a rare artifact.

“You’re in a thoughtful mood today.” Riddle said, pouring himself a second cup. “Did something happen?”

You blinked, then shrugged. “No, not really. It’s just… my birthday.”

Riddle’s hand froze.

The spoon in his saucer gave a sharp clink as it settled.

“…Your birthday?”

“Mm-hmm.”

He looked at you with a frown,soft, confused but unmistakably troubled. “Then why didn’t you say anything?”

You set the biscuit down. “I never really celebrate it. I got used to it not being a big deal.”

“That’s not—” He paused, lips pressing into a tight line as he clearly tried to regulate his tone. “That’s not right.”

You gave him a smile, small and unbothered. “It’s okay, Riddle. I’m not sad about it. It’s just a normal day.”

“But it’s not,” he insisted, setting his teacup down more harshly than he meant to. “It’s the day you were born. The world has you in it because of this day. How could that possibly be ‘normal’?”

His voice cracked a little at the end, and you blinked, startled.

“…Riddle?”

He looked away for a moment, visibly composing himself. “I know what it’s like to have parts of your life controlled. To have things feel routine, even when they should be special. But this your birthday,it’s not something that should go unacknowledged.”

“I’m not upset about it,” you said gently. “I just never had a reason to think it was important.”

“You do now,” he said, eyes flicking back to yours. “You have me now.”

He stood up abruptly, brushing imaginary dust from his uniform. “We’re going back to Heartslabyul.”

“Wait—”

“You didn’t tell me, so I didn’t have time to plan,” he muttered, more to himself than to you, “but I refuse to let this pass like it means nothing.”

You laughed under your breath. “It really doesn’t have to be a big thing.”

“It will be,” he said, and for once, it wasn’t a rulebook talking. It was his heart.

Riddle didn’t throw a party. Not a loud one, at least. What he did was decorate the common room with floating red-and-white roses, bake you a fresh strawberry tart himself, and gather a few close friends (with Grim loudly demanding a second slice).

When you walked in, he held your hand a little tighter than usual and whispered:

“Next year, tell me ahead of time.”

You smiled.

“Only if you promise to overreact like this again.”

He gave you that half-exasperated look you loved so much… but didn’t let go of your hand.

Lilia Vanrouge !

"You deserve to be celebrated"

The sun had barely risen over Diasomnia when you padded into the common room with half-tied laces and a yawn halfway through your sentence.

Lilia, already bright-eyed and drinking what he claimed was a “bitter blend from the Dragon Isles,” waved at you from the couch with a mischievous smile. “Good morning, sleepyhead.”

“Mhm… Morning.” You slumped beside him, curling up in the folds of your hoodie.

“Did you dream of me?” he teased, tapping your nose.

“Not this time.” You smirked. “Dreamt I overslept and missed potionology again.”

“Well, let’s hope it’s not prophetic,” he chuckled, setting down his mug. “Any reason you’re dragging your feet more than usual this morning?”

You hummed, shrugging. “No big deal. Just my birthday.”

Lilia blinked once.

Then again.

“…Your what?”

“My birthday. You know, the thing people make cake for and all that.” You waved it off like it was nothing. “Never really celebrated it. Got used to it not mattering.”

For a long moment, Lilia just stared at you. And then, slowly, his smile faded into something quieter. Something solemn.

“You never celebrated it?” he asked, voice softer than usual.

You rubbed your neck, trying to play it casual. “It’s not a sad thing. Some people just don’t do birthdays. I guess I’m one of them.”

Lilia turned toward you, one knee pulled up to face you fully. “My dear,” he murmured, “you do realize what a birthday is, don’t you?”

You quirked an eyebrow.

“It’s not just cake and singing off-key. It’s a reminder—no, a celebration—that the world was graced with you. That no matter what happened before, something beautiful entered the timeline the day you were born.”

You laughed, a little awkward. “You’re being poetic again.”

“I always get poetic when I’m upset.” He reached out to cradle your cheek with one gloved hand. “You deserve to be celebrated. Not just today, but especially today.”

“I don’t need anything,” you whispered. “I’m okay. I’m happy with you.”

“That may be so,” he said, brushing a thumb across your cheekbone, “but allow an old man his selfish wish. Let me dote on you.”

Before you could argue, Lilia had already sent a flurry of bat-shaped messages out across the dorm. You heard Sebek yelling somewhere in the distance. Silver blinked awake, confused. Malleus… well, you were sure he would find out soon.

But Lilia didn’t let you move.

He pulled you gently into his arms, holding you close as the morning sun slowly painted the sky beyond the window.

“You may not think your birthday matters,” he said into your hair, “but I’ve lived long enough to know the value of a single person. And you, little spark, are priceless.”

You closed your eyes.

And for the first time, maybe… it did feel special.

Silver

"Today is the day where our fate was linked."

Silver was already awake when you returned from your early morning walk. You hadn’t expected to find him on the bench in the Diasomnia courtyard, but there he was,eyes closed, hands folded on his lap, the first gold of the rising sun catching the edge of his silver hair.

He looked so peaceful you almost turned around to leave.

But he stirred before you could. “You’re back.”

You smiled softly. “Didn’t mean to wake you.”

“You didn’t. I couldn’t sleep much last night.” He tilted his head, gaze fixed on you now. “I had a dream… It was about you.”

Your breath caught a little at the quiet sincerity of it. “Was it good?”

He nodded. “You were laughing.”

“…That’s rare.”

He didn’t press. He never did. Silver had always understood that silence was just as telling as words.

The two of you sat together in comfortable quiet for a while. The only sounds were birds chirping and the gentle rustle of wind through the trees.

Eventually, you pulled out your phone, scrolling casually. “Huh,” you mumbled without thinking. “Guess it’s my birthday today.”

Silver blinked. “What?”

You didn’t even glance up. “Yeah. Just realized. Forgot for a sec.”

There was a long pause.

“…You forgot your own birthday?”

“It's not really a big deal,” you shrugged. “I’ve never celebrated it, so I just got used to treating it like any other day.”

When you finally looked up, Silver was watching you with an unreadable expression,softbbut intense in that quiet way he had. Not angry. Not sad. But as if your words had touched something very deep inside him.

“Does it make you uncomfortable?” he asked gently. “Celebrating, I mean.”

You hesitated. “No. I just… I guess I never thought it mattered. I didn’t grow up with anyone who really made a big thing out of it. So I didn’t either.”

Silver looked down at his hands for a moment, then back at you.

“I don’t think I could ever forget your birthday,” he said, voice barely above a whisper. “Even if the rest of the world did.”

You blinked. “Silver…”

“It’s not about cake or gifts. It’s about knowing that this world was once without you… and now it isn’t. It’s the day you came into it. The day your path started. The day… my future was shaped, even if we didn’t know it yet.”

Your heart clenched, a little too full.

“I don’t need fanfare,” he continued. “But I do need you to know that you matter. Even if I have to remind you quietly, every year, in every way I can.”

You felt tears welling up in your eyes but you quickly blinked them away.

“…You wanna sit with me longer?” you asked after a moment, voice a little thick.

Silver nodded immediately. “Of course.”

So you did. Side by side, under the sky that had seen so many of his dreams and your forgetfulness.

And maybe, just maybe, this time, your birthday didn’t feel so ordinary after all.

English is not my first language !

[inkskinned]

we were sitting on the floor and i was cutting out tiny pictures to make a collage for a friend's birthday. you were on your phone and you laughed about something, and i was still in love with you then, so i asked what had you giggling.

"sorry. i was just..." you took a moment and went back to texting. "i was telling someone about how you're afraid of the dark."

i'm afraid of the dark because something bad happened. "oh." i felt a little slinky of shame crawl down my throat.

you glanced up, and maybe it showed on my face, because you rolled your eyes and held the phone to the side casually so i could see the group chat. "what? was it a secret?"

i looked down to the scissors in my hand. "i just..." no, it's not a secret. it just felt like something private, something serious. saying why would you tell someone that just feels like an accusation. it's unfair. i honestly am not even ashamed of it, it's just a fact about my person that i don't usually share.

what a strange experience. is this a human thing or a generational thing? for our grandparents: did they need to worry about how quickly someone can just... share your personal information? again, i didn't even really have a true objection. what could i say? i want any person in my life to feel they can be honest with their friends. it's not like i said don't tell anyone this.

i cut out another letter to complete the rainbow happy birthday, started hunting for the exclamation mark. i heard you sigh dramatically.

"don't make a big deal about this," you said.

this entire conversation was a pattern for us, and this was when we got to my least favorite part of the pattern. i would get my feelings hurt in some oblique not-technically-terrible way, and then it would be making a big deal about something. you'd get frustrated for me for being soft, but i was born soft. you knew i was soft when you pierced me. it's one of the things that made controlling me so easy.

"i'm not," i felt my voice crack. the question came without my wanting. "why are you guys talking about me?" and why are you saying that thing? why not like - i'm telling them how you're generous and kind and pretty.

you let out this low, tragic groan. "oh my god." you tossed the phone away from your body. "there, see? i just won't talk to them if you don't like it."

the rest of the hour went the way it always went, between us: i said i don't actually mind if you talk to your friends but -, you found a way to call my minor expression of discomfort "being dramatic." you got upset that i had been offended. i ended up apologizing, even though i hadn't actually done anything.

afterwards, you picked up the phone again. after texting for a little bit, you snorted. "okay," you said, "but it is kind of funny you're afraid of the dark. i mean, when you think about it."

[agentlizardofowca]

"Bubbles"

May I get a drabble about Perry having to kiss Heinz to either protect his identity or just keep Heinz quiet?

Thanks for reading! Feel free to delete for whatever reason ♡

Hiiiii, Thanks for the nice asks and thank you for your patience. That time Perry and Doofenshmirtz bumped into Major Monogram and Carl in the supermarket was bad enough. Now, imagine Perry’s frustration when Heinz dragged him along to the supermarket again, this time to buy nougat and toothpaste. He was just minding his own business, trying to convince Heinz to buy a nicer shampoo than the cheapest one, and reading the ingredients on a bottle when a very familiar voice rang out behind him.

“Perry?” 

It was Linda.

Perry turned, lightning-quick, and came face to face with Linda and Candace, who were looking at him in surprise. 

“Hi.” She continued, eyeing him up and down in his work outfit. “My, don’t you look professional today.” 

He barely had enough time to do a nervous little wave before Heinz caught on to the conversation behind him, and he turned.

“Perry? Do you know these people?” Heinz asked, and Perry turned to him vaguely aware that he was PANICKING. NOT GOOD. HEINZ AND FAMILY. BAD. VERY BAD.

“Hello?” Linda said politely. “Do you know Perry?” 

Candace hadn’t seemed interested in the situation initially, but her uncle didn’t seem to know anybody. Him being in the supermarket with a stranger was perhaps the most exciting thing Perry had ever done in his miserable and boring life.

“Do I know Perry?” Heinz repeated thoughtfully, unaware that his nemesis had stopped breathing. “Yeah, of course I do.”

“Oh, well. Nice to meet you,” Linda said, extending one hand for Heinz to shake. “Although.” She looked at Heinz curiously. “Have we met before?”

Heinz accepted the gesture and shook Linda’s hand. “I have to be super honest with you. I am horrible with faces.” He explained. “I even forget Perry’s face sometimes. Only very rarely! But it has happened once or twice.

Despite his shock, Perry couldn’t help but crack a little smile. One of twice, his secretive ass.

“And how do you know Perry?” Linda asked conversationally, but she and her daughter both had matching curious expressions.

“Oh, you know,” Heinz explained happily, not aware that was was about to ruin Perry’s life forever. “Perry the Platypus is my secret-” Agent. The next word was going to be agent, Perry realized. He had to do something and he had to do something NOW! There was no time for a plan, he had to act. So, Perry prepared himself and followed his instincts.

Perry jolted as he suddenly sprang to action as if he had been shocked by a bolt of lightning. With both hands, he grabbed Heinz’s face, pulled him down to his level and firmly and confidently smushed their mouths together right there in the middle of the super food stuff mart.

In a sudden wave of clarity, Perry remembered that sometimes INSTINCT. BAD. Like right now. There he was, mouth to mouth with his nemesis with no further plan. He could release Heinz, but then there would be many, many questions from Candace, Linda AND HEINZ.

So, since his instinct got him into this mess, his instinct could get him out.

Still kissing, Perry dragged Heinz around the corner to the next aisle, leaving Candace and Linda right there. 

Stupified, they watched him go.

Over in the deodorant aisle, Perry released Heinz’s lips with a smack and placed him upright as Heinz stammered and stumbled, too confused by everything to speak coherently.

“I- eeh? Oh? Uh! aa.” He exclaimed.

Perry took Heinz by his slanted shoulders and shook him lightly.

“This is the weirdest dream I’ve had since that time I dreamt a tiny alien force-fed me watermelons. No. Wait. This is still stranger. Perry the platypus what was that about?!”

At least Heinz seemed to be coming back to his senses. Perry, unsure of how to explain, dug through his pockets and pulled out a pamphlet with the title “So you’ve found out your uncle is a secret agent. What now?” and pushed it into Heinz’s hand. 「Read that.」And off he went, back to the toothpaste aisle.

Linda and Candace were exactly where he had left them. Their mouths were still vaguely open in shock.

Perry smiled as innocently as he could as he jogged up to them. 「Whoopie」 He gestured at them.

Linda stared at his hands and blinked. “Whoopsie?” she repeated.

“What did you just do?!” Candace shouted. “And with him!” she gestured at the end of the aisle, where he had dragged Doof off to.

「Couldn’t help myself.」 Perry replied hysterically. 「What a stud, right?」

“... Right,” Linda replied, confused but supportive.

“NO!” Candace replied, because she was 15, always honest, and convinced something was wrong with Perry.

「Got to go!」Before he left, he grabbed a tube of toothpaste, and then he ran. Luckily for him, they didn’t even try to follow him.

Heinz was still busy reading the pamphlet when Perry returned and snatched it back. He presented him with the toothpaste, forced him into the next aisle, and refused to explain anything.

By the time he returned home to the Flynn-Fletcher residency, Perry was exhausted. But when he stepped into the kitchen he came face to face with Lawrence and Linda, who seemed to have been waiting for him.

“Oh, there you are Perry,” Linda said, and she turned to him. “Me and Lawrence are a bit worried about you.”

[pending-dope-username]

Dash got out of Amity Park. He moved in with his aunt, got a job, bought his own apartment, and eventually opened his own shop. It was a mechanics shop. The owner of the building was a polite old man who rented the apartments upstairs and let Dash buy the vacant storefront underneath. Of course, he had gone around the building first to ask the other tenants if they would mind the noise before actually purchasing the space, but they all waved him off, telling him they don't care as long as they've got a roof over their heads. It took a few months, but with the help of his aunt and some of her circle, as well as a few job-desperate individuals, he got his shop up and running.

Crime Alley had a new mechanics shop. He wasn't sure about opening it at first, but he had found that the old mechanic shops that were in the area all ended up running out of business. The cops always found something to arrest them for. It was Crime Alley, they didn't have much choice in what they had to do to survive. Dash understood. He worked well enough, got a good number of customers, and was happy. He found that he could do everything by himself pretty early on. He did get in contact with Jazz, who was in Gotham, to help with his finances from time to time. He even reached out to Tucker so he could encrypt his files, set up a website, and even make him his own database that no one but them had access to. Red Hood walks in a few months after his business venture went well. "Good afternoon. How can I assist you?" Dash immediately falls into professionalism. He's had several vigilantes and criminals alike in his store; he doesn't falter when seeing the man. "I need a few mods on my bike."

"I can do most modifications; what are you needing?""Speed." He seems to settle on. Dash perks up. "You can go ahead and bring the bike to the garage, and I'll get to work on it right away. I'll need to assess it before I can tell you when to pick it up." Hood nods before stepping back out. The blonde makes his way through the open wall to his garage. He meets Hood in the middle and directs him to the motorcycle area of his shop.

"Let's see what we're working with." He immediately gets to looking it over after the other gets off. Eventually, he moves to push the button to lift it. "Custom-made, I assume?" He glances over just in time to catch the stiff nod. "Well, I haven't worked with this kind before for obvious reasons, but I'm familiar with these parts, so I'd say I can have it done by noon tomorrow." Hood gives another stiff nod. "I will just need you to sign some paperwork, give me your budget, and then I'll let you get on your way." He smiles before leading the other back to the front desk.

They work out the payment method and budget before Hood leaves. Dash immediately gets to work on his bike. He spends hours tinkering with it, eventually figuring out how to add a Fenton Works Speed-O-Meter into it. He doesn't know why they picked that name, it doesn't track your speed, it only makes vehicles go faster. He's surprised the Fentons never figured out how to get it to work smoothly. When he had mentioned the Crime Alley Mechanic Shop to his old classmates, Danny was quick to provide him with Fenton Works Tech he modified and smoothed out himself, always happy to show Dash how they worked and how to make them himself.

By the time he had the addition in, another customer approached him. "That Hood's bike?" They asked, voice deep and rough.

"Sure is, give me one moment and I'll be right with you." He finishes tightening the bolt he was working on before standing up to greet the customer. He wipes his hands on a towel before tossing it over his shoulder. It's a regular who just needs his backlights fixed after a run-in with some of Joker's goons. Easy fix that doesn't take much and Dash only charges for the new bulb he had to install. He knows the residents won't accept free work so he at least makes sure he charges for one part, most of the time the cheapest part, when it comes to villain or hero damage. Once the customer is gone, he gets back to tinkering with the bike. He noticed a few parts needed replacements and some of them needed a tune-up.

He goes as far as some small paint touch-ups, mainly around the symbol that's been chipped away. He finishes the bike, closes for the night (he stays open until midnight, 24 hours on weekends), and heads upstairs. When he gets to his apartment he sees a tupperware of stew on his doormat. The note on it says it's from his right-side neighbor. She's a single mom who works double shifts and two jobs, he lets her leave the kids with him when she needs it. They love playing mechanics and he showed the older one, 13, how to change a tire. The note is thanking him for looking after the kids the previous day and says it's leftovers from the restaurant she waitresses in. He takes it inside and heats it up. He has it for dinner and then hops in the shower. Once his shower is done, he feels completely dead on his feet and faceplants into his bed.

The next morning, his alarm is blaring at 4:30AM telling him it's time to get ready. He easily changes into his 'uniform' before making breakfast. He makes enough pancakes and bacon for the mom and her kids, leaving it on their doorstep with the clean tupperware and a note thanking her for the stew. He opens his shop and is greeted by a few customers. Most of them are trying to squeeze in service work and checks before work. He's learned to work fast and efficiently since opening the shop.

By the time noon rolls around, a few of the kids in the apartments had stopped by to have lunch with him, some even bringing food from their families as payment for working on their vehicles that morning. He's ushering them out of the shop, telling them to make sure they get back to school by the time Red Hood shows up again. "You popular with the kids?" He asks, voice hesitant, suspicious. Dash isn't dumb, he knows what's being implied.

"They think the shop is pretty cool and they all live in the apartments. Plus their families made me lunch." He admits easily. "Your bike is done, I did some routine checks and changed a few parts as well. I will not be charging for the extra services so you will only have to pay for the speed enhancer and the time it took to install it." He smiles as he leads the way to the bike.

"You fixed the paint."

"Yeah, I figured it wouldn't hurt to fix up the symbol. It was looking a little rough. Could barely tell what it was." Dash smiles. Hood makes his way over to start looking over his bike, hopping on and revving the engine for a second. It sounded clearer than it had when he dropped it off. "There aren't any tracking devices, right?"

"None at all. You are more than welcome to check, scan it, bring someone else in, whatever you want." He responds easily. They make their way back to the counter and wait for the transaction to finish. Dash ignores the glaring name of Bruse Wayne on the card. "So why are you in Crime Alley? You don't seem the type." Hood breaks the silence.

"Well, I had to leave my hometown and had family in Gotham. Crime Alley was the only place that didn't run background checks and accepted cash once I got my own place." This gets an odd look from Hood, eyebrows scrunched and head tilted forward and a bit to the side.

"Got something to hide, blondie?"

"Don't we all?"

The payment takes, Dash gives him the receipt, and then Hood rides off with his bike. He's found his new mechanic.

Short DPXDC Prompts #234

Dash ends up making his own mechanics shop in Crime Alley and Red Hood comes into his shop to ask for modifications to his bike. He becomes Jason’s go to guy for car and bike repairs.

[shartfinz]

Nintendo if you bring super paper Mario back I'll fix Mr. L's hands in this drawing just for you

[cashmoneyyysstuff]

HEAR ME OUT

“Don’t you think I’m scary?”

“Scary? My god you’re divine”

AHHHHH

FuskqosnisisbssbjHWISNSKSOAOAKWAJ 😭😭🤭🤭😋😋

I love two lovestruck idiots who don’t know they’re in love w each other and it’s grumpy German shepherd x golden retriever 😻😻

PLEAAASEE german shepherd x golden retriever is one of my faaavvv tropes OAT !! it’s so so adorable and especially with katsuki cus i know he just thinks he’s so scary ! i got a lil idea after the recent manga chap that just came out, so this might be a liiiiiittle super small spoiler but i think its so cute ! hope you enjoy anon tysm for the ask ! much luv xxx

fem reader, super duper minooor spoiler but katsuki has stitches !, mutual pining, idiots in love, soft katsu (cus he has to be but also cus he’s whipped) (but hes still a little piece of shit) reader is a lil sweetie, short lil fluffy fic, touchy katsuki bc i cannot help myself, lmk if i missed anything else !

before the war, bakugou had made a lot of new little habits.

he’s made it a habit of waiting for you to head out of class so you could walk together. he’s made it a habit of sharing just a portion of his lunch with you, because apparently he’s constantly been making too much, ignore the fact that he only let’s you have those ‘extra’s’ that doesn’t mean anything.

he’s made it a habit of carrying around an extra water bottle with him because you always forget to keep yourself hydrated after training, he’s also made it a habit to scold you for it endlessly. he’s ruthless even as you whine about how mean he is, saying that “he wouldn’t need to be on your ass so much if you just remembered to grab your damn bottle.” he ignores the fluffy feeling in his heart and tells you to shut up when you tell him that he always has your back anyway, swiftly looking away from you and cheeks turning red.

and since you're on the way to his house, he's made it a habit of walking you home. you call it hanging out after school, he calls it 'just making sure you don't get lost somehow..hah ?! don't ask me how ! your dumbass would probably find a way to !'

anyway, he's made it his mission to grace you with his presence every day after school. you always bid him a cheery goodbye, "see you tommorow !" you say, and he always looks forward to it, even when he turns away, nonchalantly throwing you a quick wave over his shoulder.

usually you wake up at completely different hours, so he doesn't pick you up the morning. you always wished you could see him first thing in the morning, but seeing him waiting by the school gate's was more than enough to make your heart soar, you were more than happy with that.

but today you can finally go back to school. after dealing with non stop fighting for what felt, and probably was, hours and hours on end during the events of the war. and being stuck in the hospital for a few weeks, it feels nice to wear your school uniform and feel somewhat normal again. you'd get to see all your friends again and you'd official be a second year. you smile softly to yourself in the mirror.

katsuki had sent you a text a few minutes ago. he'd asked if you were almost ready, and you'd responded that you were only for him to leave you on read. you didn't mind much and shrugged it off.

but today, when you walk out the door, you see katsuki waiting for you on the sidewalk.

you blink twice, eyes widening. katsuki turns and looks up from his phone screen at the sound of the door he also blinks, although he's more unbothered then you as he simply stands up, pushing himself off his knees with a groan "took you long enough." he drawls. his eyes are warm and his lip twitch just the slightest bit at your expression "thought you'd keep me waiting forever."

"katsuki !" you exclaim, eyes still wide "what're you doing here ?!" you quickly walk to him, standing close enough to see the marks on his face, and the unmistakable stitches on his cheek.

he raises a brow like you're crazy, tilting his head "m'walking you to school."

"bwuh-are you even allowed to go to school ?" you sputter, realising he had his school uniform on, you liked it when he started making it a habit of wearing his tie more often. katsuki grumbles at your worries "shouldn't you be in the hospital ?" he scoffs at your fretting, but his eyes soften as he leans in closer to you. you see his battle scars better that way. you gulp at the sudden proximity, he's never been shy about getting in people's faces, although it was never meant to be intimidating when he did it with you, if the pink tint of his cheeks meant anything.

"doc said it's fine as long as i keep quiet.." he scoffs after finishing the sentence, rolling his eyes and causing you to giggle. hearing the sound he hadn't heard in what felt like ages made him sniff in amusement. you reach for his hand then, and he doesn't take his eyes off you while intertwining his fingers with yours. both your eyes shining with longing and affection for the other. you smile brightly at him and even though the doctors had told him to be careful with his heart, it seemed you were gonna make that hard for him. it didn't matter though, he was always up for a challenge.

pulling him along, you decide to tease him "guess that means you're gonna have to be on your best behaviour today, huh ? so you can't go gettin' mad at kaminari for no reason !" you playfully scold.

he rolls his eyes at the mention of your friend, though he doesn't hold back his smirk, he's definitely more open then he was compared to when you'd first started school. thinking about how far you've come together makes you happy, but it also feels bittersweet. "dunce face s'the who keeps pissin' me off, not my fault he can't handle it." you snicker and he snorts in amusement, squeezing your hand and making butterflies squirm around in your stomach. you don't mention the tight grip he has on your hand, probably because you're gripping his just as tight with no intention of letting go anytime soon. you probably look like a couple to the people walking by, you realise. and the thought does not displease you at all, far from it. it makes you a little too happy.

"behave." you squeeze his hand.

"i do." he growls, squeezing back, "he keeps trying me." you respond with a snort. your eyes occasionally fly towards his face, to the stitches on it more specifically. he's caught you looking multiple times on the way to the bus stop, not like you were exactly being subtle. your stare makes him nervous and he decides to finally confront you about it when you get to the bus stop.

"spit it out." he says, hands clammy in your grip, he hopes and prays you don't notice because it's so unbearably embarrassing to have to admit he was worried about what you'd think about his new look. he'd been anxious on your doorstep but you didn't give him much of a reaction, too shocked to even see him at the time, but your constant shifty glances made all the anxiety crawl back up again. so he speaks, keeping these distracting and frankly irritating thoughts to himself just irritated him.

you blink, humming curiously. katsuki grumbles to himself, keeping his eyes from yours. "ya keep staring at me, so what's up ?"

"it's strange seeing you with stitches." you answer bluntly. usually, he likes how honest you are, but right now it does nothing but stress him out. "i heard you messed your face up pretty bad, but i'm glad it didn't leave too much of a nasty scar." you muse. katsuki hums but his eyebrows furrow as he catches your last words, he's a little pissed off that you'd heard about what happened during the war. he'd wanted you to know as little as possible to keep from worrying you, or at the very least he'd wanted to tell you himself. he'll make sure to thoroughly question his fuckass friends later. of course, it also could've been her.

"..how'd you-"

"your mom told me."

he grunts. of course, it was his mom.

that damn hag..

"of course." he mutters bitterly. you don't respond, and to him that's all the answer he needs. a pit settles in his stomach.

"yeah, it's weird, isn't it ?" he agrees bitterly, unconsciously tightnening his grip on your hand. "it looks kinda creepy, right ?"

"what do you mean ?" his jaw tightens " i mean..like, on my face..." he sputter and mutters to himself, unable to properly say what he wants. you understand him though and immediately you turn till your face to face with him. your expression determined as you grab his other hand, both of his scarred hands now in your grip. his eyes widen in shock, embarrassment creeping up on him.

"there's nothing wrong with your face, katsu." you reassure, you'd made it a habit of calling him all those stupidly endearing nicknames, and it doesn't help taming the blush on his face slowly bleeding onto his cheeks. he pouts, fixing his gaze onto you and towards the floor.

"but doesn't it look..i dunno," he mutters, suddenly feeling self conscious "scary ?"

"scary ?" you tilt your head, he squints and looks away.

"i guess." he grunts with a nod, trying to save face. obviously it doesn't work by the look on yours. you're always so bubbly and sweet, he hates seeing such a pained expression on your face. you tug at his arms to get him to look at you "scary ? there's nothing scary about you.." you say sweetly, shaking your head. "i personally think you look really cool.." you mutter. katsuki feels his face heat, but his heart soars nonetheless. his eyes have been stuck wide for a second.

cool.

you think he looks cool.

"i was just wondering if they hurt ?" he tilts his head back in thought at that. instictively running his tongue on the inside of his cheek.

"nah, just felt weird when they were numbing it. but i didn't feel a thing." he shrugs, he suddenly smirks, the stitches being pulled up by the movement "wanna touch em ?" he teases, pulling you closer by the grip he still has on your hands. your eyebrows shoot to your hairline and he barks out a laugh.

"i-i can't do that ! what if i touch them and they come loose or something !" katsuki rolls his eyes at your jittering, using the hand still in his grip to bring it near his cheek, you desperately pull back and his evil smirk widens.

"katsuki, no !" you protest. he cackles meanly.

"it's fine." he insists, your pointer finger grazes his cheek and you turn your head away.

"i don't wanna !" you shake your head, your shoulders shaking as you hold back a giggle.

"yn. you're fine." he insists. he'd made it a habit of calling you by your first name after you'd started hanging out more. you called most of your friends by their first names pretty quickly into the year, your cheeriness making it easy for you to get along with everyone but you always were a little on guard with katsuki at first. he'll never admit it, but he was a little jealous that you'd call everyone in your shared friend group by their first name except for him. the sweet bubbly tone in your voice when you called for sero or kirishima made a nasty feeling bubble up in the pits of his stomach he'd desperately tried to push away. until one day he'd snapped during your group outing at the mall (outing he was coerced into going to by kirishima after finding out you where going too)

he'd regretted how whiney and bitter he sounded at the time, but he thinks it was worth it every time you'd look at him and say his name so sweetly, definitely worth it, as embarrassing as it was. and he'd started calling you by your first name too shortly after. all your friends do, but it felt so, so different with him.

finally your fingers make contact with the staples on his cheek. you peek up to look at him then. you run your fingers across them ever so softly, making sure not to hurt him. katsuki slowly let's go of your hand. unmoving and unnervingly still as you take your time scanning his face.

"so ?" he raises a brow, smirk slowly melting into a softer smile as he sees you smile to yourself.

"it's..not bad.." you tentatively start, still too worried to move too suddenly. he hums playfully. "and you don't feel it at all ?" you ask

"at all." he softly shakes his head. you don't realise you've gotten closer to his face but he sure has, and you end up realizing a little too late, but neither of you move away. you try to, but katsuki pulls you back in before you can get far. "do i still look cool up close ?" he jests, but there's some seriousness and vulnerability in his gaze. you smile warmly.

"yup," you say softly, you hear katsuki inhale sharpy, eyes never leaving yours "definitely still the coolest. not scary at all" you giggle, he rolls his eyes but chuckles. before you can question your positition or move away (or closer) to him you see the bus arriving in the distance. he notices it too and you share a look before you take a step back, smiling shyly at the floor while he keeps his gaze on the bus on the way.

until—

"OW, fuck !!"

your eyes snap up to see katsuki holding his cheek in his hand, your heart hammers and your eyes widen. you're next to him in two steps. "what, what—why-what happened ??!" you stammer, your hands reaching up to grab ahold of his face though you stutter, maybe it was your fault ?!

until—katsuki bursts out laughing. mean, but undeniably cute watery cackles that have you furrowing your brows in confusion until your jaw drops in realization.

the. asshole.

"you're not funny !" you whine, pushing at his arm although pushing might be the overstatement of the century. it could be more comparable to a nudge because even though he is an asshole, you wouldn't want to hurt him. even if he deserves it, you're better than that. you'll just think about hurting him.

katsuk chuckles breathelessly, grabbing your arm while you walk closer and stretch your arm out to signal the bus to stop. "it was funny, admit it !"

"you suck. you're the worst." scanning your bus ticket and walking ahead ignoring him, katsuki quickly scans his ticket and follows diligently behind you.

"you thought it was hilarious." he smirks.

"the absolute worst, the lowest of the low." you huff, ignoring the persistant heat of his eyes on you. he only snickers.

"i see you laughing."

today, you arrive to school with katsuki not at the school gates waiting for you, but walking together with you to start your new school year as second years. and you both hope you can make a habit out of this.

[togament]

“𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐮 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐰 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝: ‘𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐛𝐬 𝐨𝐫 𝐁𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐬?’”

written in their P.O.V.

pt. 1. (sakura, ume, suo.)

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 : spicy spicy boyfriends, suo is a FREAK (but we love it), sakura is a precious bean, ume is *incomprehensible sounds emanating from my face hole*, ume’s is longer than the others (hah) i got carried away, swearing ofc i can’t express emotions without them i so sorry i do try, fem!reader, nipple talk.

𝐒𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐑𝐀.

"WHAT-????" I scream into the microphone and it screeches. shit my face feels like it's on fire. I turn my head slightly to catch my reflection in the window beside me--SHIT I'm blushing again. "w-why would you ask me that?!", I try my best to tone it down a little but UGH-I can't help it. She asks the question again, pushing the microphone towards my lips. I angle away as best I can but she's persistent. "n-n-not answering that!" my eyes focus on anything BUT her. darting everywhere, on the chair, the stack of papers on her table, but she's too hard to resist. i turn my head slightly to look at her direction. fucking hell, she's got her chest out slightly, tits practically begging me to look at 'em. god. that shirt looks so fucking good on her. that the new one she just bought? shit, she's coming closer. I can see the outline of her bra--FUCK-WAS I STARING?????

...so boobs?" she asks so smugly. damn it.

"...yeah tits." HER tits, if you want me to be specific.

𝐔𝐌𝐄.

another afternoon, another quick little date with the love of my life — and my girlfriend. kidding, kidding! I was tending to my veggies as I often do after school with my girlfriend helping. noticing her absence (and silence, shocker!) I call out for her, “baby? where’d you run off to?” then I hear a little giggle to my left, a pitter patter of her shoes against the wooden board and a slight ringing. “boobs or butts?” she asks and I turn to face her only to have a mouthful of the plastic microphone. “PWEH-! baby-“ I say as I chuckle, wiping my mouth. “boobs or butt? is this an interview? any cameras around?” looking around playfully, I crane my neck around her. for a sec there I genuinely thought I was on camera. but then I look at her and she’s waiting for an answer. Hmm. Toughie. “This!” taking one of my gloves off, I pinch her cheek with my clean hand but she shakes her head. “Not in the choices, babe. Try again.” she says. gosh she looks so cute when she’s trying to be serious. “Wrong answer, huh? Let’s see…”

I try my damndest to be serious too, pursing my lips in deep thought, giving her a once twice thrice over just to be extra sure. I know she’s squatting there waiting for me to answer but how can I? she’s perfect in every way! shoot. think, ume, think! I drag my gaze from her face, to… her chest, heh. nice. to her tummy, to her… oh. damn. right.

“…yer thighs.” I say almost quietly. Who WAS that? “say that again, babe?” she asks, pushing the microphone closer. she wants me to say it again? maaaan. I chuckle, shaking my head gently at her.

“can I just show you? point at it, baby?”

“nope.”

HECK.

“…yer thighs. I like napping on them after I’m done gardening…” I unintentionally trail off. I clearly got more things on my mind now. My mind’s miles away from innocence. God- I love leaving my mark on them, sucking hickies on them when I’m going down on her. I fucking love it when she tightens them around my head when she’s about to cum. She worries she’d suffocate me but it only makes me want her more. I swallow dryly. damn it-my boner’s tenting in my jeans and I know she can tell.

“and?” she prods and I let out a shaky breath. she’s biting her lower lip, shifting her weight while she’s squatting. she’s worked up too huh?

“—obsessed. when you hold me closer to your cunt when-“ is it getting hotter here? she’s putting her microphone down. I take my other glove off while keeping my eyes on her.

“…when what?”

“can I please show you? pretty please?” can’t help it. I take her free hand to palm me and I let out a soft whimper, eyebrows knitted together.

“yes. yes please.”

𝐒𝐔𝐎.

"oh? someone's curious," leaning close to her, I ghost my fingers along the inside of her wrist just to fluster her. oho, her breathing is staggered now, chest rising and falling ever so slightly. I do have an answer but I just want to toy with my love. Just a little bit wouldn't hurt. "what's gotten you worked up so quickly, dove?" I purr, making sure to whisper it good in her ear. she lets out a shudder, almost melting. goodness, do I adore how she reacts. like clockwork, that earns me a gentle slap on my hand. ah. I suppose I deserved that.

"boobs or butt, huh?" I pretend to ponder, looking up and pinching my chin for maximum effect, knowing full well I have an answer set and ready. turning to meet her eyes, holding her hand that's steadily holding the plastic microphone. and with the most serious voice I could muster, I speak into it, "your nipples."

hm. that must have shocked her. she's silent. taking the initiative, I continue, "I love how.. sensitive they are." cooing, I trace a finger along her jaw and down the line of her neck, featherlike. "I love how I can coax the most delicious moans from you that way--" oh, she's lowering her microphone now. continuing, I push some hair behind her ear, fingers now teasing the shell of it, "--you seem to like it especially when I suck on one while I roll the other between my fingers. fuck, you sound so beautiful when you beg for more." mhm. her breathing's shallow now. she's leaning her head away. "someone's eager." I lean in to press a gentle kiss to her neck, lingering my lips on her pulse. “do you need more details from me? I could always elaborate-“ she’s pushing me back now. I like where this is going.

"screw the interview. just fuck me already, hayato suo."

"as you wish, my dove."

a/n: SCCCCCRRREEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!! first time writing things in the guys’ POV I hope I did each of their individual personalities justice. Sakura’s was the hardest but I was flying off with Ume as you could tell. Also!!!! I forgot who it was but someone reblogged one of my HCs with a tag saying Hayato means hawk and that doves are their natural prey and 😳😳😳😳😳😳 that was purely unintentional but the connection they made was so perfect. I’m making it a permanent fixture for whenever I write for suo. Thank you, user. I would tag you but djjfkdkfkd i hope you see this!!!! Also thank YOU so much for reading all the way to the end btw!!!!!! Ily babycakes. part 2 coming soon! I WANNA WRITE FOR KIRYU I HAVE IDEAS AND I AMDJFJJDJD HE. Ok.

@interstellar-inn ⭐️

[teddybeartoji]

im gnawing at puppy!satoru.... like pookie.... i didnt know I'd be obsessed with that.......... IM DESPERTLY WAITING FOR PUPPY!SATORU 😭 😭 😭

18+ mdni; gn!reader

puppy!satoru, who sits in front of your bed with the biggest and prettiest wide-eyes. tears pool in the corners of them, wetting his angelic eyelashes in the most beautiful way. a pretty baby blue collar hangs from his neck – it's tied to one of your desk's legs and it's the only thing that's keeping him from lunging at you. whimpers fall from his wet lips and drool dribbles down his chin; his tongue hangs from his mouth as he pants in desperation. he wants to taste, he wants to touch – but he's being punished right now.

he has been a bad pup.

a muzzle rests on his face, the straps sink into his soft flushed cheeks and you can already see the faint red marks that they're leaving on his perfect skin. you almost feel bad. almost. his hands are tied behind his back and he's completely at your mercy.

sitting down on his knees, he slightly bounces up and down on his legs just to get some relief. his tail thumps against the floor so hard that you can hear it. his fuzzy ears are bent back and he looks oh, so cute like this. they flop a little every time he raises his hips from the ground and you coo at him.

the sudden murmur makes them perk up again, his eyes growing even bigger than before. please, please, please. you grin at him from your place on your shared bed.

the thing he desires the most, the heaven that sits right between your legs, your soft thighs – it's exactly at his eye-level. this is pure torture.

he watches you touch yourself, play with yourself with slow movements; he can see the slick glistening on your sensitive skin and he'd do anything to lick you clean. he just wants to make you feel good! white tufts of hair fall in front of his eyes; they're starting to cling to his forehead from the way he's sweating. it's too hot in the room - he's not even wearing anything other than he stupid collar!

his rock hard cock bobs in the air, his balls twitching every time it hits his own lower belly. there's pre-cum smeared all over his happy trail and he's making such a big mess even without your help. your dirty pup...

another pretty little mewl tumbles from his swollen lips and he tugs harshly at his leash, but winces when it doesn't let up. a soft gasp followed by loud panting, his tail smacks against the floor. c'mon, he's being so good. he's so good for you. please, just let him taste you.

"does puppy wanna play, hm?"

his eyes roll back into his head at your sultry voice and he's nodding his head so strongly that he starts to feel a little dizzy. the collar around his neck only seems to be getting tighter and tighter, his airways getting blocked by his suffocating desire. a glob of pre-cum spills from his slit and it slides down the side of his shaft. he feels it. he imagines you wiping it off with your finger, with your mouth. he's so fucking hard.

his eyes are glued to your center – his least meal, his only solution to his unquenchable thirst. he wants to bury his nose into your crotch, he wants to breathe you in, he wants you to be the only thing on his mind.

(as if you aren't just that already.)

more. he needs more.

the silk ropes around his wrist dig into him, and even those just seem to be getting tighter by the second. he can't stop moving around, he can't sit still – he's the one that's making it worse. it hurts.

he likes it.

satoru's glassy eyes follow your free hand as it trails all over your thigh and your stomach and he can't surpress the saddest little whine that crawls up his throat. your lips stretch into a wide grin while raising your hand to play with your nipple. your other hand stays playing with yourself, filling the room with the slick delicious sounds.

you watch him lick his lips, you watch him pant, you watch him yank at the collar again – he's like a magnet, drawn to you always and forever.

he humps the air and a tear falls from the corner of his eye.

"aww... you crying, puppy?" voice far from sincere, his cock twitches. your teeth sink into your lower lip and your eyebrows furrow in a fake, mocking expression. "oh, you poor thing..."

his sharp fangs glimmer in the low lights of the room. "please..."

his tail swishes behind him, he can't help himself. he has no control over his own body.

"please what, baby?"

"taste, please, can i have a taste?"

you laugh at his neediness and you hear the little metal parts of his collar cling together. he's getting impatient now. "i don't know... can you?"

pushing yourself off your back, you crawl over to your pup. he's sitting so pretty, harboring a big aching mess between his legs. you reward him with another teasing coo as you situate yourself on the edge of the bed – close enough for him to drown in your scent but far enough to shed another miserable tear.

his eyes fall shut as he lets you properly fill his nostrils, all of his senses. a shiver runs down his spine when he feels your fingers on the side of his face and his pretty blues snap open in an instant. he's staring up at you – hungry and eager to please, ready to take whatever you'll give him—

—ready to give whatever you'll take.

you push his head back a little, tilting his head so he's getting a good look at you. in this position, you tower over him so easily and he feels like putty in your hands. combing through his hair, you scratch right behind his ear and watch him lean into your touch with hearts in your eyes.

but then you tug on his white strands, intoxicated by the smallest sounds that keep falling from him. forcing him to keep his gaze on you, you widen your legs in front of him. it's so, so hard for him to obey you, to be good, when it's right there. his lip wobbles behind the restriction and another quiet plea echoes the room.

"are you gonna behave, puppy?"

"yes." the speed at which he answers is almost ridiculous, but you can't tease him for it. not when your own stomach fills with butterflies aswell. you want him just as much.

loosing the grip in his hair, you let him slowly sink toward your center; he keeps his eyes on you, not daring to look away for even a second. the scent is so strong now, his balls twitch as pre-cum dribbles down them. just another inch, just a little more. he's right there. right fucking there.

the muzzle barely bumps against your crotch and eyes fall shut with a dramatic sigh. his ears flop down so fucking cutely; he's literally a breath away but the damn thing is in his way, it's ruining him, it's killing him. and to add to that, it seems like the collar is just about an inch too short aswell because there's a big vein running on the side of his neck – a clear sign of him not getting enough air.

but he doesn't pull away. his tail thumps, it never stopped. he bounces on his heel and tilts his head to meet your gaze again. he rests his cheek on against your thigh and you take the second to admire the mess he's made already. his skin is all flushed, from his chest and up to the tips of his ears; red markings peek from behind the straps of the muzzle – the contrast between those and his marble skin is just exceptional.

drool trickles through the miniature cage and straight down onto your thigh but you don't mind. he looks absolutely fucked out like this. you allow yourself to card through his hair again, unable to keep your hands off of him for more than two minutes and he hums at your soft touch.

"such a cute, pup, hm?"

you cradle his jaw as best as you can and hold his face to yours again before leaning down and pressing a kiss onto the muzzle, just above where his nose would be. and then another to the side of the thing. he squirms in your hold, overwhelmed by your sudden touches. he feels like he's going to melt into a puddle when you press the next one to his jaw.

he can smell your arousal. it's... so fucking good. he hums as he tries to nuzzle further into you. all he can think about is filling you up and giving you his knot. c'mon, he's been so, soooo good... he deserves it, right?

you will let him breed you, right? you're gonna let him have a taste? gonna let him pump you full? gonna let him give you his knot?

right?

+ @staryukis & @ohimsummer hiiiiiiii guuuyss.... puppyboy!satoru on my mind so i just had to tag you two too hehehehe:333

[noolsart]

Finding 3-4 year old art I forgot to upload here. Old zine work and stuff

[egophiliac]

so on the subject of the "Crowley is secretly Revaan/Laverne/Levin/please Twst give us his name" theory, I think my feelings are best summed up as "I don't really buy it, but it's funny". like, in all seriousness, I'm not opposed to it; I have enjoyed the writing in Twst so far and I'm willing to trust that whatever happens will, you know, make sense and not be terrible. but I'm just not really convinced by the current evidence! maybe that'll change once we learn more, we'll see!

with that said, may I propose a few alternate theories about the possible Crowley/Revaan connection:

[cosmicwavelengths]

wip wednesday

minors, dni - 18+ only | cw: dubcon "mmm, just like that, baby." bucky glides a teasing finger from your slit much, much lower. you stiffen when you feel his digit circle around your tight ring of muscles.

"bucky!" you wail, panicked. "not there! please!"

reaching out, he holds your jaw still with his vibranium hand, the metal digging into your delicate skin. "shut up, whore. you shouldn't have tempted me if you didn't want this. don't you want to be good f'me?"

his finger doesn't stop moving, going around and around your hole. choking out a sob, you feel tears run down your cheeks into the hair by on your temples. "please, bucky..."

he spanks you, using much more force than necessary, causing your ass cheek to bloom bright red and irritated. letting out a yelp, you try to shift your hips away from his touch until he holds your hips in place with a steel hand. "enough. you know exactly what you did to deserve this, so don't act all innocent now. brats don't deserve to get fucked where you really want it." slowly, he works the tip of his index finger into your ass upto the first small joint. you stiffen with shock, back arching away from the bed.

"fuckin' take it, doll. take all of it."