#uhh oh i should probably name this huh

[nightdncer]

baby, I make you rock hard

✦ pairing : {husband} toji fushiguro x fem!reader

✦ warnings : smut, fem!reader, reverse cowgirl, teasing, taunting, pet names, cusses , minors + ageless blogs dni

✦ A/N : I was so ready to write this when I get home from school ( ＾∀＾)

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I mean, it’s natural for guys to get hard in the morning, right? the blood flowing to their length in the morning is natural. yet, your husband seems to be different.

yeah, it’s natural. yet, his length is long. it’s been quite obvious. that’s why he wears his white baggy pants, so his length just don’t be hanging out. not even his boxers can save him a lot.

now, it’s the early morning at exactly five o’clock. you just randomly woke up, before him. you looked up at him and quickly noticed his length basically showing out right then and there.

you just stare at it.

should I?

you ponder in thoughts. it was just so tempting. you tried to held back, saying it was wrong in your mind.

yet, your little dirty curiosity got the best of you.

you sat on the bed, gently pulling down his baggy pants off, then sliding off his boxers.

you quickly looked up at him to see if he was awake. luckily, he wasn’t. because if he was, he’d probably be late for work, fucking you while he was already supposed to be driving. you then positioned yourself where you were sitting basically on top of it, then gently sliding it in.

“mgh!-” you soft gasp, but quickly shutting up.

but before you could even fit it all in, big and strong hands grabbed your waist and slid you down.

“f- fushiguro!” you gasped in surprised, looking down at him. shades of pinks were dusted on your cheeks, as he puts his veiny hand on your mouth.

“shut it, we’re gonna get another noise complaint.” he grumbled, as he out his hand back on your waist and starts making your body going up and down.

“w- woah, too fast…” you moaned out, but tried to make it quiet as possible so the neighbors won’t hear.

great… you’re just remembering that embarrassing time where you got a Karen at your front door when Toji wasn’t at home, her complaining about loud noises coming from y’all’s house and how if it happens again, she’ll call the cops.

you told Toji, but he just shrugged it off. he said he’ll just have more fun hearing muffled sounds coming from you.

he lifted his big hand from your waist and quickly spanked you, hard. it was painful yet pleasurable, letting a sting from where he smacked. “what did I told you, doll?” he grumbled underneath you, his grip on your waist tightening.

when you didn’t say anything back, his hand smacked your ass again. “hah!” you gasp, both in ecstasy and pain, shivering down your spine.

“say it, say IT.” he said, his voice not being raspy anymore. usually, his voice is both raspy when he’s awake and just woke up. but it’s raspier when he just woke up from his beauty sleep. now, it’s his usual voice when killing oriole for the funds.

“uhh…” what did he want you to say? his nickname you always said to him to get on his good side so you don’t have the worst {best} night ever? oh, that’s it! “yes sir..” you whispered out.

even though you said it, he pretends not to hear you. he grabs your neck and tightened his grip around it. “what was that, doll?” he grumbles. “yes sir..!” you say louder.

“mgh… good girl.”

as he continue to plap into you, he soon reached his climax. “fuck..” he groaned out, as you shiver in pleasure.

he then chuckled, grabbing your chin to look at him.

“what a morning, huh?”

[meteor752]

Epic the musical side story where Hades and Persephone get really invested in the story during The underworld saga, sorta small talk about the strange man for the next couple of years, and then freak the fuck out in the audience during god games when they find out not only is the guy still alive, he’s managed to piss off like half the pantheon

Just

“Hey babe?”

“Yeah Perse?”

“There’s like, a bunch of mortals here”

“Mortals? What, how?”

“Idk, they’re like, on some ship”

“Huh. Should I call Thanatos, have him take care of it, or should we just wait it out”

“Call Thanatos, best to rid the garden of any pests before they manage to kill your flowers”

“Pfft, alright. I’ll be right back”

“Okay- wait. A bunch of the dead are singing to him”

“What?”

“Yeah like a bunch. Who are they?”

“Uhh, most of them drowned, a few killed by a cyclops. One broke his neck?”

“They’re singing about a cyclops, about how he let one live or something”

“Probably one of Poseidons. Should I still call Thanatos?”

“No wait, I wanna see where this goes.”

“Alright.”

“An infant, what infant?”

“Maybe the cyclops?”

“OH NEW GUY! He seems important!”

“Also a cyclops victim. They seem close, what do you think friend or lover?”

“They’re Greek, it’s probably both”

“I don’t know how he managed it, but this guy brought down like, the entire vibe of the entire underworld. That shouldn’t be possible”

“Yeah. Oh who’s this lady now?”

“Suicide by drowning. Not sure. Maybe a relative”

“Yeah may-THATS HIS MOM”

“OH MY GODS. OH HE DIDNT KNOW OH LORD”

“Hooooooly fuck, what a way to find out”

““Here in the underworld the past is always close behind”. Think we should make that a slogan?”

“Then we’d have to credit him and stuff tho”

“Yeahhhh. Well, seems like this guy is sticking around for a few hours. Should I grab some popcorn?”

“Yeah I’ll grab the fainting couches”

~~~

“Okay what’s happening now?”

“He just stated speaking to Tiresias”

“Tiresias? He went all the way to the underworld to speak with a prophet?”

“Well he is quite good”

“Wait did Tiresias just reject him?”

“I think so? Oh wait predictions”

“Past romance, sacrifice, betrayal, and some final battle? Who the fuck is this guy?”

“Dunno, but he’s not going home that’s for sure”

“Palace? He must be a king of some kind then”

“Do we know the names of any mortal kings”

“Nope, so that didn’t help at-wait his wife is doing what”

“Ohhh, that must be rough, hearing it from a prophet”

“Okay this chanting is getting intense. I think I heard the word Scylla”

“I heard lightning bolt”

“That doesn’t bode well”

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“He’s just, sitting there”

“Is he done? Should we-oh. No okay new song, let’s see what’s going on”

“Man this guy has it rough. Should we like, do something?”

“I mean, I’m not really the “bless the mortals” type of god. I mean I let a guy borrow my helm once, and I haven’t seen it since. I should probably check up on that actually”

“Yeahhh. They killed a friend of the cyclops?”

“That explains all the cyclops victims”

““Witch turn men to pigs”, you think that’s Circe?”

“Sounds like he-WHAT WAS THAT THIRD ONE”

“You don’t think-?”

““God comes down and makes a fleet drown”, I am most definitely sure!”

“Damn. Wait wooden horse? Oh, I know who this guy is!”

“Really?”

“Yeah he’s one of Athenas warriors! Ody something. Odyssen? Odyssa? Whatever, I remember the horse thing was a big deal when it happened, Ares was pissed, Hermes spread the word to all of mount Olympus”

“One of Athenas eh? Interesting. Oh yeah, the god was definitely Poseidon”

“How are you sure?”

“That line he just sung, “Ruthlessness is mercy upon ourselves”, Posy is always fucking saying that crap”

“500 men? Damn”

“Penelope, presumably the wife. Don’t know about the other guy tho”

“Either a son, brother, or lover. Or maybe just a friend I dunno”

“Another infant? What the fuck is wrong with this guy, pulling a fucking Hera”

“Gotta appreciate the determination of him”

“Yeah, but I think we’ll see him here again soon. If he’s pissed of Poseidon, and soon to be Zeus if Tiresias is to be believed, I don’t think he’ll get much further when he gets out of here”

“So we are letting him go”

“Yeah. Partly because I want to see what happens next. When he gets here we’ll ask him to tell the full story, from beginning to end”

“Alrighty then”

~~~

“I swear if I get dragged out of the underworld for one of Zeus’ little games one more time this year I might actually start a war”

“Mum keeps staring at me…fuck she’s probably gonna try and talk after this, fuck meeeeee”

“We can escape in the middle of it, no one will know”

“Oh she’ll know. Do you know what this is about like, at all?”

“No, but I think Hermes might launch into the fourth dimension if he keeps vibrating like that in his seat”

“Yeesh”

“Hmm, odd. I don’t see Posy anywhere”

“Maybe he’s competing?”

“Nah, he always declines when Zeus asks, he hates it”

“Why were you not invited?”

“Dunno, probably has nothing to do with me”

“Oh it’s starting, it’s starting”

“Athena’s challenging eh? Interesting”

“Would love to know what any of this is about”

“Mortal lover? Demi-god child? Those are the usual subject”

“Yeah but that’s not Athenas thing. Probably something to do with one of her “warriors” or whatever”

“Apollo, of course. Always has to be apart of these things”

“The drama queen”

“Truly”

“Hephasteus and Aphrodite? That’s a little awkward”

“Weird lineup so far- fucking Ares? Yeah shes not winning this one, sibling spite is stronger than any argument she can give”

“Why would all three of them be included. I can feel the tension from here. I’m uncomfortable”

“And Hera? Yeah no she’s loosing for sure, Hera like not care less about any mortal, unless they’ve offended her”

“She might be convinced, just to spite Zeus?”

“That just sounds unhealthy on so many levels”

“Alright let’s see what this is about”

“Hold up, Ody?”

“Oh my gods. You thinking what I’m thinking?”

“Well he was one of her warriors. Was he not?”

“I can’t believe he’s still trying to get home. It’s been like ten years, how the fuck”

“Well, if he pissed off Poseidon then he probably has something to do with it, the pissy bastard”

“Killed sirens. Why would you do that, so unnecessary”

“Sacrifice??? What the fuck is this man up to????”

“Didn’t we have a few Scylla sacrifices a few years back. Think that was him?”

“Holy shit we did. Yeah, Posy stays away from Scylla to the best of his ability, travelling in her domain to avoid him is not a bad idea”

“‘Phro is mad that his mum died? Girl you are grasping at straws, even more than the previous two”

“Hold up, why the fuck was I not invited?! He traveled through my domain, disturbed my souls, he even woke up Cerberus with his monster wailing, I should be apart of this!”

“I mean it’s a bit weak”

“I have more grounds to be down there than fucking Apollo. Like sirens? Come on man”

“Oh ‘Phro refused huh? Only got two, that’s kinda weak coming from Athena, she usually gets at least four”

“Is that cheating? Her quick thought thing. That cheating?”

“Are there any actual rules?”

“Just, try to win, I guess”

“Oh Ares turn. Wait she lost Aphrodite, this should be over”

“I think this is more of a personal thing. Like I said, sibling spite”

“Oh yeah, Scylla! Fuck this guy is getting around”

“Oh damn, that pissed her off”

“Guessing that the guy other that Penelope, Telemewhatever was his child then”

“Oh wait they yielded?? Huh, never thought that would happen”

“And, Heras turn”

“Yeah like I said she does not give a fuck. But it was a good run”

“Yeah, keeping her four out of five streak”

“Wait what the fuck was that”

“She- she actually yielded?”

“And for not cheating! Man I love this guy, I can’t wait for him to die”

“Only you babe. Wait holy fuck she won?”

“Oh Zeus won’t like- oh, just like I said. He’s pissed”

“Is he gonna kill her?”

“If he does I’ll just resurrect her probably. She deserves a better end, even if she is annoying”

“Well, should we go then?”

“Yeah I have some paperwork to- do I hear boss music?”

“OH SHES STILL ALIVE!!”

“She took a lightning bolt to the face and lived, holy fuck. Gotta respect it”

“I think, she’s actually convincing him? Never thought I’d see the day”

“Well, she’s his favourite child. I think if Ares tried something similar he’d just get struck by another lightning bolt”

“Well, that was fun. When I come back up for spring I’ll have to check with Hermes more about the details of what’s live, actually going on with this Ody dude”

“Yeah. Wanna stop for applebees before we head on down?”

“Yeah, but let’s go now cause mum is heading like right for me and I don’t wanna deal with that until another few months”

This was dumb lol

[heartsandstars46]

Imagine Peter like sitting down with you before bed and reading to you 🥺

(You can just respond to this with your thoughts or this could be a request if you'd like)

My first request! 😭🥹 tysm lovely, it was a lot of fun to ride this creative wave! It ended up being a fluffy lil prequel to bf tasm!Peter x fem reader where he takes care of you when you have a cold. 🫶🫶🫶

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Be Nice to Spiders

“Peter, I’m fine. You didn’t have to come all the way home with me from the Daily Bugle.”

He stared at you. “Oh sure, right, you're totally fine on your own practically bumping into things and slurring your words. How much of that cold medicine did you take? Is this your house key?”

You couldn’t deny that his concern was sweet, especially since you guys were just coworkers/kind-of-friends.

“Yeah. Wait… we took the subway already?”

Peter laughed, unlocking your front door. “Yes. You slept most of the way. On my shoulder.”

“Oh my god. I hope I didn’t drool on you!”

Peter could only laugh as he ushered you inside and locked the front door. “No, you were fine.”

“Great. Well, okay then!” You dropped your bag and coat on the living room floor. “I think I need to lay down.”

“Good idea. Is this your bedroom here?”

“Yep. God, I need to put on some comfier clothes.” You were too out of it to care or fully remember that Peter was standing in the doorway. Luckily, he spun around in time to avoid seeing anything or getting hit with a flying blouse. 

“Whoa! Ha! Um, just let me know when you’re changed there.”

“Okay, all good!” Now in your pjs, you climbed into bed.

“Great.” Peter pulled the comforter up to your chin, then frowned. “Do you mind if I…?” He gently pressed the back of his hand to your forehead. “Oh man, you’re burning up.”

“It’s okay, I just need to sleep it off.”

“You should probably take something to bring down the fever.”

His care and kindness made your heart flutter. “Don’t worry, I already did. Hey, Peter?”

“Yeah?”

“Are you gonna head out now?“

“Uhh… not yet, if that’s all right. I think someone should keep an eye on you in this state.”

“Cool.” You smiled and pulled the blankets nearly up to your nose. 

Peter looked around for a place to sit and dragged your desk chair over to the edge of the bed.

“Hey, what did your parents do for you when you were sick?” You asked. “Did they read to you?”

“Ah, maybe? If my father read anything to me, it was probably, like, Watson and Crick discovering the DNA double helix.” Peter looked very pleasantly surprised when you laughed. “I’m going to choose to believe that wasn’t just the medicine talking and that you truly appreciate my fine science humor. I’m guessing your parents read to you?”

“Oh yeah, every night. We practically lived at the library.” You smiled, remembering. “Goodnight Moon, The Snowy Day, all that stuff, sure, but other awesome books that people have probably never even heard of. Like If I Owned a Candy Factory! Ooh, or Be Nice to Spiders! Whoa, are you okay?”

It looked as though Peter had nearly fallen out of his chair. (Weren’t you supposed to be the woozy one?) “Huh? Yeah, I’m fine. Sorry, you had a book about being nice to spiders?”

“Yeah! I don’t remember much, except that the spider’s name was Helen, and she was actually really helpful to people—and that’s why you should be nice to her instead of scared of her. And I was terrified of bugs as kid, so my dad made it, like, required reading. Look it up, see if it’s on Google Books or Amazon, or something. It’s a real book, I swear. This is not the medicine talking!”

Peter started scrolling on his phone and murmured, bemused, “Spiders are really helpful to people. Oh wow, here it is—Be Nice to Spiders. And the spider’s name is, in fact, Helen.”

“I knew it!”

Peter smiled. “So… how do you feel about spiders today? Are you still nice to them?”

“I try to be. They’re not here to hurt anyone, and they spin their cool webs. Why do you look so excited about this? Please don’t tell me you have, like, a pet tarantula or something, because I cannot deal with that.”

He laughed, looking weirdly delighted. “No, no tarantula, don’t worry.”

“What then?”

“I don’t know. I guess you’re just… cooler than I thought.”

You stared at him. “Oh yeah, that’s me! Sleeping on you on the subway, babbling about kids’ books and spiders, super cool. What a delight!”

Peter smiled. “You are a delight.”

Your face suddenly felt flushed and not entirely from the fever. You had thought he was cute and sweet for a while now. And you were just delirious enough to make the slightest bit of a move…..

“You know, there’s something else my parents used to do when I was little and couldn’t sleep. My mom would sit next to my bed, kind of like where you’re sitting, actually, and she’d hold my hand. It was like that last earthly connection as I drifted off to sleep.”

It looked like he was trying not to smile. “And that helped?”

“Yeah, it felt really nice. Comforting.”

“Do… you think it would help if I did it?”

You nodded shyly. “Yeah, I think so.”

“Okay.”

Slowly, tentatively, you reached toward each other. You’d only ever grazed hands exchanging papers at the office. You could feel your heart beating faster. Then you noticed Peter’s face.

“Hey, you’re awfully flushed. Oh gosh, I hope I’m not getting you sick!”

His face turned an even deeper shade of red, and he ducked away from you. “No, no, I’m fine. I’m great. Don’t worry about me, you’re the patient here.”

Hmm. You smiled, interlacing your fingers. Could it be that he liked you too…?

“Peter, I really appreciate this, but I don’t want to make you stay all night.”

“Actually, uh, if it’s okay, I’d rather not leave. I want to make sure you’re okay. If that’s okay’s with you.”

He was so endearing when he got flustered. “Sure. And you don’t even have to hold my hand or read me kids’ books all night, I swear.”

“Oh, that’s right!” With his free hand, he picked up his phone, scrolled a bit, then looked at you, cleared his throat, and said very seriously. “Be Nice to Spiders. A dramatic reading.”

You laughed and snuggled down into your cozy bed, your hand holding his.

“‘One morning as the Keeper of the Zoo was about to unlock the gate, he noticed something on the steps. It was a matchbox with a note that read: ‘Please look after Helen. I’ve had her since she was a baby, but I can’t keep her anymore. We have to move to an apartment that won’t take pets.’”

You could feel yourself smiling as your eyes grew heavy and began to close. Peter’s hand was warm and gentle; you didn’t mind it being your last earthly connection as you drifted off to sleep.

Part 2!

[ncillary]

Self Aware AU (Xavier)

Summary: You have the lowest Affinity with Xavier. The reason is because you feel bad for the Queen MC and vow to play only the main story for his path so that you can find a way to return him to Queen MC safe, sound and happy end.

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Masterlist Self Aware AU

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*Ring* *Ring*

You answered the awaited phone call with shaky hands. Focusing every fibre to it.

...Just like usual...

You looked more thoroughly for any deviation action that looked... humane... Nothing.

The phone call ended. The screen faded to white.

*Gasp*

The cafe was empty. That had never happened before. Mouth slightly open to say something but no sound came out. The screen flickered and fades to white for a second.

"Hey. Good to see you again."

That boyish smile melted you. You blinked the stupor away.

"What... Where... Empty..." You grimaced to your momentary lack of vocabulary.

He blinked, "The cafe was empty? Oh. So that happened, huh...hmmm...interesting." pondering to himself, he turned his gaze back on you as he nodded to acknowledge your presence once again.

"So, you're done with the event phone call, right?" smiling cheekily.

You nodded in small gesture.

Grinning, he began to step away from the screen. Coming into the picture with a birthday cake. THE birthday cake you designed for Xavier.

You gaped.

"Can't have the beautiful birthday cake laying by itself without the receiver and the maker in between. Can you celebrate it with me? THIS me." Blushing just barely seen.

"Uhh... Sure."

You both sang the birthday song and he closed his eyes as it ended. Mouth whispering but words clear to you as if he did it just next to you.

"May we meet again under the star curtain."

Electrifying blue collided with your mirroring eyes. A gentle smile pulled at his lips. You looked away first.

"Herk hmmm! You... You really do see me, huh. What does it look like to you?"

"Sparkling."

A blush, "I mean. My face appeared to you... How? Like... a TV screen? Or supernatural hover behind MC?"

He laughed, a joyous melody to your ears, "A lens. Camera lens. I think it's from your front camera."

Her eyes widen. She tapped something quickly and he saw her sighing.

"Yeah... This is from that day where my friend showed me her new phone and this game that she finally able to download. We took a selfie using my phone and I probably didn't change it to the back camera afterwards. Not like I took a lot of pictures. So it went unnoticed. Shesh... I'm not a picture perfect person."

You stopped your rambling when you saw him looking all gooey at you.

"Uhhh..."

"Sorry. Just. I finally got to interact with you like this freely. I'm liking every second of it."

You feel a little self conscious when he just stares at you. He broke the stare and you blink the residue away.

"Okay then. A promise is a promise. I won't bother you anymore. Feel free to deselect me so that you won't meet me every time you log in. Those three guys will alternately be there instead. It was nice meeting you. Hope you continue playing-"

You voice something out, taking him by surprise.

"Excuse me?"

"That's my name. If you couldn't catch it then it's your loss."

Mouth ajar. Just above whisper, he repeated it back. Once. Twice. Smiling creeping in. Thrice.

"Okay. Okay. Stop. My name is not a religious chant or something."

He chuckled, "You're right. It should be whispered wholeheartedly beneath the shooting star to lighten up its magic."

"You... You're secretly a poet, are you?"

He blushed, "Forget about it."

You laughed.

The night has never felt so light like this. You and him. Chatting around. He accompanied you for a late night snack. More chatting.

"Tonight was quite a progress. Having dinner for the second time with you," both laughing, "getting to know your name. I think we get to the basis fairly well."

You smirked. A list of numbers rolled out of your mouth. He quirked an eyebrow.

"Did you just..."

"You can't catch it, it's your loss."

Looking deadpanned at you, his grinned got wider.

"Don't block me. Promise."

You follow along and nodded. What a cute reaction he's giving you now.

*Yawn*

"Right. You better sleep. Tomorrow's going to be a fresh day for you. Feel free to boast my birthday card to your friend." He smiled coyly.

You scoffed, "I'm the one doing the hard work. You just sit there and stay pretty."

"Why thank you but I'm not a passenger princess, my star."

"You... That's..."

"Have a pleasant dream." He winked before closing the game on his own.

You sighed deeply. Prepping yourself to sleep, you shuffled around the vanity of your apartment. After everything is settled, you stare at the ceiling, blanket close to your chest.

"I'm... not your star." A single tear escaped. Sleep soothing her aching heart.

As the night breeze caressing her hair gently, a soft light shone near the night stand.

[May I always be your companion. My star.]

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A hand fiddling with the phone before turning the bright screen off.

Flowers dancing near his feet. The cold bench was barely registered since his attention went to the sparkling night sky.

Connecting each spark to form a shape. A particular shape that he wanted to see everyday.

He lounged further onto the bench, humming a forgotten tune coming from eons away for one's true beacon. His beacon.

"Miss you already, star."

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Masterlist Self Aware AU

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[jester089]

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What would happen if, having appeared at the circus, the reader looked around and said animatedly. “Wow...this place has changed so much. You did a good job, Kane!” - instead of the usual panics. It was as if they were already here. And how do they know his name is Kane?

everything is very simple. The reader has already been to the circus once (back when the queener was alive), but was able to escape. The reader decided to come back, because they felt sorry for the people in the circus, but when they came again, all the old characters had long since disappeared, and instead they saw the main cast. They had to explain everything again: what the world looks like from the outside, how much it has changed, and most importantly, that there is a way out and they are helping them.

They know how to find a way out, remember their past and true name, and have decided to came back to help others escape. It would be cool if Kinder remembered the reader, because he was the first

Back so soon?

So their is what you asked. But it made me think of something. What if reader was someone who created Caine/the circus. And they check in like every 6 months or so just to see how everything is going, and to make sure nothing is going horribly wrong. But they can't get the others out. So they just do their best to make the place comfortable. I'll still write your request but my idea will probably be written soon. Maybe. I honestly don't know. But you didn't specify on if you wanted the crew sperate or not so I'm just going to do a one shot.

TADC crew x Reader who visits the circus

You pop in on digital circus every now and again just to check in on everything and see how Caine is. Your a coder and stumbled upon it by chance. That is actually how you found a way out, and help everyone with their memories. Those x'ed out doors are people you've gotten out, or ones who abstracted before you could help them. You sometimes use it as a vacation too. Life is stressful and that place is full of a childlike fun and relaxing atmosphere when you aren't worried about escape. I mean you don't have to eat, drink, or sleep. And you get to go on silly adventures. 10/10 vacation spot if that's your thing. You pop into the colorful main room and look around. It's about the same as last time, that isn't a bad thing though. "Caine! I'm back!" No response. huh. Eh he's a busy guy you can't really blame him. You start walking towards the rooms hoping to meet everyone new. ~~~~~

You get there and skim over the doors different pictures. "Ok so looks like we gottt. A comedy masked ribbon person. A mismatch of colors and pieces poor them. A chess piece. Oh no, their was a queen version. Oh geez now I feel awful. Maybe I should stop by more... Ok uhh, a ragdoll. A periwinkle bunny. And a Jester. Alright not a bad line up." You ring each rooms door bell getting no response each time. "Wonder where everyone is. I hope they're ok." You start wandering around calling out for Caine every now and again. ~~~~~ After around 20 minutes of wandering you find Caine and the group of people that the rooms belong to at the carnival. You jog up to them waving. "Caine! I'm back!" He does an over the top spin and hold the sides of his head like. "Y/N!!! What a pleasure to see you again! Back so soon too! We were having a day at the carnival! Seeing as how it wasn't used for a long time I made some changes! Their is now more rides! And an arcade! How about I introduce you to everyone!" "Yeah I would love that! Also I can't wait to try out the new rides. I had been on the old ones more times then I can count." He directs you towards the crowd of people some are looking at you confused as to how you know Caine, and aren't freaking out. Some just look like they don't wanna be there. ~~~~~

Around 5 minutes later you know everyone by name (Sorry I didn't write that. But you already know who they are and that would have taken me longer then I'm willing to take) so you introduce yourself and how you know Caine. "It's lovely to meet you all! I'm Y/N L/N, but you can just call me Y/N. I'm a coder who can get in and out of the digital circus so I visit sometimes." The short Jester who you now know as Pomni snaps her head in your direction. "You have a way out?!" "Uhh yeah. That's actually the main reason I visit so often. To help people out and get them out. It doesn't really work without me here so I try and visit whenever I can." "Get. Me. OUT OF HERE!" "Ok, ok geez. The rest of you want out too?" You receive only positive reactions so you take that as a yes. You motion for all of them to follow but before you walk off you turn to Caine. "Be back soon! Just gotta get these people home." "But of course. I feel their should be a way for me to be able to get people out. You'd think I would me being the controller of everything their would be. But at least their is a way for everyone to get out. See you soon Y/N and thank you again for all your help!" You wave then lead the group back to the main room and to the stage. "You can do this just about anywhere but this is the place that I've found is the best. My best guess is because it's always where people pop in when they first arrive." You walk up to a seeming specific wall and do something (?) to it. You move off to the side and motion for them to walk into the wall. Pomni essentially sprints into it not even thinking that you could be joking. And she goes straight through. The others soon following. After everyone's out you stretch and start walking back towards the carnival. "Some digital cotton candy sound pretty good right now. And I wanna try out those new rides Caine talked about."

(If I'm being honest I didn't really like how this turned out. But I digress. Sorry it took so long. And sorry only really Pomni talked. Still I hope you enjoyed it! I'm going to give this a special tag cause I feel like I'm going to continue it someday.)

xoxo, Jester

[cupiddior]

NANA — huh yunjin

WARNING — fluff, swearing

★☆

huh yunjin was conflicted.

she’s never liked someone so much, like she feels like it’s actually concerning how much she likes you.

you’re the leader of new jeans just two years younger, she never thought that she would actually like someone younger than her and despite you being younger than her you actually intimidate the hell out of her.

she just thinks that the way you got so popular so quickly is a little scary I mean global vivienne westwood ambassador only five months after debut ?!

that’s crazy.

should she also mention that you’re her best friend jimin’s little sister ?

“oh my god.” yunjin looks up as he best friend dramatically flops at the end of her bed. “yn is driving me crazy.”

yunjin stomach turns just at your name. “how ?” she asks.

jimin sits up and looks at her. “I’ve seen my little sister’s face my whole life, and I love yn but when I become an idol it was a little nice to have a break from her, but now I see her face EVERYWHERE I mean billboards, poster, on my social media.”

as jimin continues to rant about you, yunjin gets lost in her thoughts I mean jimin wasn’t wrong your face was everywhere not that yunjin was complaining she loves seeing your face, well sorta, how is she supposed to try to get over her best friends little sister if she sees her everywhere ?

“BUSES I MEAN BUSES YUN.” yunjin snaps out of her thoughts as jimin finally stops her ranting.

“but that’s besides the point, I was talking to her this morning and why didn’t you tell me you guys were doing a duet on kbs ?” we are ? “she told me her manager told her this morning.”

“uhhh…” yunjin trails off trying to find an answer did her manager tell her and she just wasn’t paying attention ? probably

“that doesn’t matter.” jimin cut her off. “ I came here to tell you no funny business.”

“what do you mean ?”

jimin let’s out a deep sigh “I MEAN no funny business, no flirting, no touching no nothing, just singing, I know how you are yunjin.”

“I cannot have my best friend dating my little sister, first you’re the only thing I have that she doesn’t and also if something happens I’d be put in the middle.”

she then wraps her arms around yunjin. “ so no funny business right ?”

“yeah.”

“so what songs do you have in mind ?”

yunjin heart flutters as you smile at her.

she’s so pretty

I wonder how it would be if we were dating

“um hello ?” you wave your hand in her face.

“um sorry.” yunjin stutters as she scrambles to get her notebook, her cheek heating up in embarrassment.

“it’s okay.” you laugh, you look down at her notebook. “so, have any ideas?”

“um so I wrote down some songs like, kingston by faye, lover by taylor we could also do gorgeous by Taylor.”

“so love songs ?” you ask cutting off her rambling.

“um no..” yunjin trails off looking at her notebook. “there’s… uhh… yeah love songs.”

“sorry.”

“no it’s okay I was just teasing you.”

“you could tease me anytime you want.”

“what ?”

“huh, what ? nothing, i didn’t say anything.”

“um okay.” you laugh. “how about we do the last one on your list.”

yunjin looks at the last song and her face heats up “sofia ? are you sure.”

“I’m sure.” you say “I’ve listen to it sometimes it’s a good song to cover.”

“yea okay, sure let’s do it.”

you and her spent the rest of the next couple weeks splitting up lines and practicing and yunjin felt herself falling for you even more.

today was the day you guys actually film the duet.

“I’m nervous.” she whispers to you.

“don’t be.” you wrap your arms around her’s “we will do amazing especially you.”

wow are you trying to kill her.

“really.”

“I wouldn’t be saying it if I didn’t believe what I was saying.”

“actually.” you turn away from her and and pick up a little box. “I have something for you.” you give the box to her.

yunjin brushes her fingers over the lettering on the box Vivienne Westwood.

she opens the box to see two necklaces, obviously it was the icon westwood planets but hanging on one was a little strawberry and the other had a black star.

I’m in love could she get any better ?

“they’re for both me and you.” you say as you pick up the one with the strawberry hanging on it. “help me put it on.”

yunjin gently puts the necklace on you turning herself around implying she wants you to put hers on as well.

after you finish putting hers on, you turn her around and wrap your arms around her.

yunjin freezes.

“no touching” it’s not like I’m the one touching her so it shouldn’t matter right ?

“are you ready?” you ask her, letting her go.

“yep.”

“good.” you grab one of her hands and pull to to the set. “let’s do this.”

yeah let’s do this

the cover was a hit, fans were going crazy over not only the song choice but the necklaces ? thats what confused yunjin weren’t they just cute necklaces with charms ?

NEW JEANS YN AND LESSERAFIMS YUNJIN GO VIRAL OVER COUPLE NECKLACES.

the duo was seen in their hit cover wearing vivienne Westwood’s new exclusive couple NANA necklaces.

fans were already spiralling about the song choice but the necklaces are just the icing on the cake.

which leaves us wondering are is the yn of newjeans dating lesserafims yunjin ?

I guess they weren’t.

yn you sneaky little shit.

“YOU’RE DATING YN UNNIE.” eunchae barges into yunjin room.

“NO.”

“then why are you guys wearing exclusive couple necklaces ?” eunchae asks her facial expression says I just caught you in a lie.

ding (yunjin’s phone.)

“I’ll explain later.” yunjin pushes eunchae out her room and locks the door ignoring eunchae protests.

yunjin picks up at the phone and her heart drops.

jimin bae 😜

sofia by clairo ? couple necklaces?

oh shit

[t00nyah]

did some doodling in my notebook, ended up making the whole thing about sizzle (@thunder-opossum)

sizzle meets grenade! (my interpretation of green pup)

sizzle, blast (my blue pup interpretation. you'll see why later)

AND SHADY LONG LEGS!!!!!! copying auglur !

and so i ended up drawing a mini-story where sizzle meets the explosive brothers in last resort explosive au .

blast: Grenade?! sizzle: ? blast: … Oh. Sorry. You're not Grenade. Just…similar. sizzle: Who…are you? (And why do you…huh.)

b: I'm Blast! Sorry for stumbling and falling on you…Uh… s: Sizzling Waters. b: Sizzling Waters! What a nice name! b: I was out gathering food for my sibling. Do you wanna join? I wouldn't mind company! s: Uh… s: Okay. b: Yay!

s: Uh, Blast? b: Mhm? s: Can I ask you something? b: Yeah!

s: Where…is your sibling? Why aren't they…here? b: Oh. Well… They're in our current shelter stop. Waiting for me. s: Waiting? b: Well, yeah. They just can't do anything on their own. s: Oh— b: I should probably check up on them anyways. b: You can come too! They could use some friends! s: Uhh— b: Come on!

b: Hi, Grenade! Are you trying to sleep again? I brought food! And a friend! b: Woah, no wonder I thought you were Grenade. You're both so green! s: Yeah… We are, I guess. g: … b: Is it okay if Sizzling Waters hibernates here? I feel like the cycle is almost complete. s: Huh? Oh! Yeah, it is, isn't it? I— I didn't notice… b: So? g: … g: It's okay, I suppose. b: Yay!

this story has a continuation in my head, but only there, lol.

[rubykgrant]

(Segment of my story, How It Feels, with Jon and Martin recovering at Daisy's cabin after leaving London, and before the Eye Apocalypse happens. This in particular focuses on Martin, how he's changed since being in the Lonely, and how he is also still himself. This involves tooth loss and feelings of depression/disassociation, but isn't gory, and leans more toward being comforting. Inspired by the art of @lonelyslutavatar ~)

Jon is quite proud of himself for responding to Martin in a very calm manner, instead of rushing in and assuming the worst.

The calm quickly shatters when he sees Martin standing in the bathroom, face a mix of embarrassed and worried, holding two teeth in the palm of his hand.

Several teeth-related horror stories from past statements flash into Jon’s mind (the apple, a few dozen about some sort of “evil tooth fairy” that were probably not real but still upsetting, and several connected to the Flesh and the Hunt). Jon nearly starts to panic as well, but somehow he composes himself, and moves slowly, helping Martin sit down on the lid of the toilet, and begins trying to figure this out.

Martin has some pain in his jaw, but nothing feels “broken”, and there isn’t any blood. The teeth look “fine”, except for the fact that they aren’t where they should be. Jon asks Martin to open his mouth, and it doesn’t appear as if anything is infected or irritated. To be thorough, Jon runs to get a small torch.

“I’m VERY close to freaking out! Just so you know!” Martin says, loudly.

“Yes, I’m- I’m sorry, I’ll be there in a-”

“ANOTHER ONE JUST CAME LOOSE!” Martin is able to spit it out before yelling the news to Jon. He does NOT want to swallow any of his teeth.

“I’M COMING BACK! HERE! HERE I AM!” Jon stumbles to a stop at the small door, and walks back in carefully.

This time, Martin opens his mouth WIDE, and Jon shines the little light to see properly.

“Oh,” Jon says after a moment.

“Oh? Oh, WHA?” Martin asks, making sure his mouth doesn’t close.

“Oh, um… I sort of see the- er, the issue?” Jon answers, without actually giving Martin a real answer.

“Wha ih ih?” What is it?

“Well, I can see the empty areas, where your teeth were, and… it looks like something is, er- pushing them out?” Jon elaborates. Martin finds this description unhelpful and worrisome.

“UH HUH UH AH EEE?!” The fuck does that mean?! Good God, what was in his mouth?

“Sorry! There are NEW teeth coming in! Like- like when we lose our baby teeth, and-”

“I AREHEE AH I AHEE HEE! HOW OOH I HAH OR!?” Martin demands, and after a brief second of trying to translate it in his head, Jon realizes Martin has just said- “I already lost my baby teeth! How do I have more!?”.

“Uhh…” before Jon can say anything else, two more teeth fall out, helped by Martin’s attempts to talk. These were from his top row, on the left side. They completely leave Martin’s mouth, and land in his lap. Martin groans, irritated. Jon tries to speak again, before something else distracts him. “If- I had to guess, which is all I’m doing, I’m sorry, this- this might be like your OWN spooky puberty?”

Martin groans again, giving Jon a glare.

“You were working with- hell I’m just saying his name, Peter, you were working with Peter for a while, and before that you were working at the Institute. That changed all of us, a little bit, but Peter really pushed you along, and… what finally made me change and become something more than just human was- I died. Sort of. When I was in that coma, I was pretty close to being dead, but then I came back. You were… you were almost ready to fade away when I finally found you, and then you came back. I think you might have become something more than just human,” Jon pauses a moment, to let Martin have a chance to understand what he’s saying… and because another tooth falls out. “And we saw what happens to ME when I don't feed on any statements, so… you haven’t been doing anything at all when it comes feeding what you are connected to,”

Jon places his hand on Martin’s cheek and turns off the torch, letting Martin know he can close his mouth again. Martin does so, and then immediately gives an angry huff, spitting still another tooth into his hand. He gathers up the rest in his lap, so he’s holding all of them together.

“What the hell. The isn’t FAIR. Your- your eyeballs didn’t fall out when YOU changed! And why my TEETH?! Am I supposed to start eating people? Peter didn’t even do that!” Martin blinks a few times, uncertain. “I mean, I never SAW him to that…”

“This might not be so LITERAL. I doubt this is a sign you need to actually eat anybody-”

“Pff, whatever, you don’t KNOW…” Martin scoffs.

“What I mean is- sometimes when people like us change, it isn’t always straight-forward. This might be more… like it symbolically represents the way loneliness can, er- consume you? Eat you up?” Jon is leaning back against the wall opposite Martin, arms crossed anxiously. He hunches his shoulders up, as if to shrug in a way that asks for approval.

Martin does not exactly “approve”, but unfortunately, he’s beginning to see that Jon may have a point. He also remembers that nightmare he had, as if it had been some kind of “punishment” for rejecting the Lonely. The fact that Martin can now remember Peter purposefully pulling him into the Lonely to avoid true and permanent death added up as well. Did the Eye punish Jon when he wouldn’t feed it new fear? Yes, he supposes so.

“Wonderful. So my teeth are falling out as a METAPHOR. And what am I even supposed to DO about it? Read statements that are relevant to feeling forlorn and isolated?” Martin now feels THREE teeth pop loose. Great. More to add to the collection in his hands.

“Perhaps not…” Jon ventures another guess. “That’s sort of the specific thing I’m stuck doing. And it started even before the coma, remember? So maybe- was there anything you did while working with Peter that might have been related to feeding this particular kind of fear? It might have even been something that seemed almost normal, but the more it happened, the more it had an affect on you, and when you stopped, you felt strange?”

Martin’s first reaction is to just say NO, because he’s in an ornery mood (Why shouldn’t he be moody? His teeth are falling out! He has a right!). Instead, he tries to give Jon’s question some real thought…

When Jon was still in the coma, and Peter first became the “new boss”, Martin had initially tried to take on more responsibility as a way to shield other people from the problems that came from working so closely with… a man like that. The most unnerving part was how pleasant Peter seemed. He often asked Martin to come along as his personal assistant when he went on various errands; some were clearly for meeting with other unusual people part of the whole Fear situation, while others were part of the more normal side of business for the Magnus Institute.

These people, in either situation, would usually not even acknowledge Martin at all until Peter made a point to turn to him, ask a question or make a request, and then they’d startle to see there was a WHOLE man there beside Peter. When Martin got more used to it all, he’d speak up on his own, blatantly pointing out when somebody was giving Peter incorrect information or outright lying. In those moments, they were not only surprised that Martin existed, they were suddenly INTIMIDATED by him.

Peter was very amused by this, and proudly complimented Martin on being so “accomplished”.

Yeah, that may have been how this started.

Martin was well practiced at going unnoticed, keeping quiet, fading into the background. That was a good way to keep yourself safe. It was also a good way to be lonely. The shock of suddenly being given attention no doubt fed Peter’s patron Fear plenty of Martin’s own nervous energy… and when Martin did it on purpose, making himself known with an aloof sort of confidence, it caused unease in other people. The Lonely probably loved feeding on all that.

That was the start… but what turned it into a pattern, something that Martin had to continue doing, and also something that he did without thinking about it?

It finally occurs to Martin that what was happening when he first left the Lonely might be a hint; the sleepwalking. That never happened back in London, not exactly. However… very often, when Martin left the hospital after visiting Jon, or took a break in the evening in the middle of working late, he would walk through the city and let his mind wander.

No, that was putting it mildly. He’d feel a growing disconnect from his own feelings and thoughts, and whatever remained gave him a sense of bored contempt, if anything.

He blended into the crowds, but still wasn’t “part” of it all. Martin remained separate, even in the shared experience of riding the bus or waiting for a light to change.

Occasionally he would pop into a store and use the self check-out lane, or even a bar with no intention to mingle or drink, and he would go unnoticed.

All around him, he would see people talking to each other, or chatting on calls, crying over break-ups, getting into arguments, lying about what they were doing, waiting to meet somebody who wasn’t coming, staring at displays in stores of things they longed to buy but couldn’t afford, getting frustrated after searching for a job all day, trying to be funny for friends or deal with a stressful visit with family… Martin could nearly picture himself, as if looking on from another point of view, and he was nothing but a nameless face on the street.

Obscure and forgettable. Martin would walk on, automatically, no effort in reaching his destination. It was eventual and certain. He may as well be a memory, instead of somebody who was still there.

Then he would be back at the Institute, or at home, and his thoughts would click back into place. Maybe he’d take a shower, or have something to eat. If it wasn’t too late and he was done with research or paperwork, he’d watch something on TV. It was alright. Mostly.

In the current situation, with Martin sitting on the toilet in a bathroom of a safehouse in Scotland, trying to figure out why he’s losing his teeth… he thinks that he’s finally connected some dots, and sees the bigger picture.

“Yeah… well, um- I guess maybe when I would walk around London and sort of lose myself in groups of people, without interacting with anybody, that was possibly like feeding on loneliness. So. Maybe I just need to do THAT again,” Martin looks up at Jon again, now the one checking to see if what he’s saying makes any sense.

“Hmm… it might work when you go out to buy us supplies. You’ll be around people again, and- whatever lonely feelings they have,” Jon nods, though he doesn’t look happy about it. That’s fine. Martin isn’t happy, either.

“What if I… Jon, when you got REALLY bad, you compelled people to talk about things when they didn’t want to. What if I VANISH somebody? What if I can’t control this?” Martin asks, and as soon as he closes his mouth, he has to spit three more teeth into his hand.

“That is upsetting, I know…” Jon replies, reaching out one hand to place on Martin’s shoulder. “But, listen- a few days after I started to really try and rein myself in, one of the people I compelled actually showed up at the Institute again. I was… well, I- erm…”

“You were outside, sneaking a smoke,” Martin guesses.

“Yes, FINE. Anyway, I thought they were still having problems because of me, and I immediately apologized and assured them it wouldn't happen again. I was honestly sort of distressed about that, I didn’t want to go find everybody I had compelled, because seeing me might just make them even MORE afraid, but I still wanted to say I was sorry… well, this person told me they only came there to explain they weren't angry with me. They didn't forgive me exactly, but-,”

“What, they wanted to rescind what they said before? Like, withdraw the complaint?” Martin raises his eyebrows at this.

“Something like that. They told me… they weren’t having nightmares anymore, about me OR what I made them talk about. It had faded after a while. They also told me that it sort of helped, in a weird way, to finally confront something they’d been ignoring for so long. And now they knew, the world had scary things in it, that was REAL, and they weren’t crazy for wanting to be careful…” Jon sees Martin wants to jump into the conversation, but has to pause to catch another tooth that has escaped. Jon continues talking, knowing what Martin was going to ask.

“The reason I didn’t say anything at the time- I didn’t want it to seem like I was making excuses. Oh, this person says the nightmares stopped and they faced their fears, this means nobody should be mad at me anymore! Hell, no. I still forced people to share private thoughts and experiences against their will, and that wasn’t right. I’m only telling you this NOW because I’m hoping that you being around people in public, absorbing whatever you need, THAT will be more like when I read the statements. The fear and the hurt already happened. You aren’t making it worse. If you keep ignoring this hunger, then… it will most likely get more intense, but even if that happens, you still might not vanish somebody to death. People even escaped from what Peter did, occasionally. I just don’t want you to feel… hopeless,”

“OK… yeah, OK. This is still pretty fucked, though,” Martin says, trying to steady his breathing.

“Yes. And it will probably continue to be fucked. But we can try to help each other feel better,” Jon smiles down at Martin, and somehow, that makes a tense knot in his chest loosen.

Jon waits with Martin as the last few teeth come loose, and gets a small glass jar for them. After some “Should I leave them under my pillow?” jokes, Jon grabs the small torch again to see what the situation is with Martin’s new set of teeth…

“You really don’t feel them growing in?”

“Uh-uh,” Martin may not physically feel the teeth coming into place, but he has noticed that the ache in his jaw is gone, and the weird grinding has stopped (that was probably his weird new “spooky” bones making room for his weird new “spooky” teeth. This sounded like such a stupid problem when he thought of it that way, but there just wasn’t a better term unfortunately).

“Well, they’re almost all here, and- they’re sharp! Martin, your new teeth are POINTY!” Jon uses his hand not holding the torch to tilt Martin’s head back slightly.

“WHA? LIE A HA-HIRE?” What? Like a vampire?

“No, not like that… you don’t have fangs, exactly… oh lord, I can see them rising up!” Jon says, and now Martin is starting to get annoyed that he sounds EXCITED about this. “They’re wider, and sort of flat… Martin, I think these are like- like shark teeth!”

Jon has set the torch aside, and is now holding Martin’s head with both his hands, leaning him back even more so the light from the ceiling shines into Martin’s mouth. Jon is pushing aside Martin’s upper lip to see the teeth as they move through the gum better, and that is IT, Martin is DONE.

“GEH YER FEE-HERS OW UH I OW!” before Jon can translate that into “Get your fingers out of my mouth!”, Martin actually SNARLS as a final warning, Jon whips his hands away, and just to be dramatic, Martin CHOMPS his mouth shut.

His new teeth are officially finished growing in; all the severe ridges fit together. Sharp, solid, and strong.

Shark teeth... really? Was that just the Lukas Brand? Martin has to turn half-way into a SEA MONSTER? For the aesthetic?

Jon knows Martin wasn’t actually going to bite him… and Martin knows that Jon knows this. Which is why Jon still looks more fascinated than afraid of Martin’s new MONSTER TEETH, and that just makes Martin want to try and snap at him again. Jon can see that as well, and he starts to snort laughter. Martin wishes he was strong enough to stay furious, but the corners of his mouth betray him, curving into a smile.

Yep. All his human adult teeth fell out, he’s got weird spooky shark teeth now, he’s damn near close to laughing about it. He must be mad. Oh, well. So is Jon.

[askthe-r-m-au]

Yeeeee I'm finally doing this-

Restarting the old R-M fic

(It's on my main account but it's pretty old... so...)

uhh just so yall know as lore gets added onto the AU things might change

Feel free to ask me here or on my blog directly

[ @dayseedrawz2 ]

Ok now onto the Fic!

[The Ring-Misstress | Chapter 1: an alliance]

☆Welcome... to the AMAAAAZING DIGITAL CIRCUS!!! My name is Caine!!! And I'm here to show you the most Jaw-dropping,Heart-stopping, MIND-BENDING parraphinallia you have EVER LAYED YOUR...☆

Blah blah blah... that's all Pomni could hear. She'd been a part of the circus crew for about a week or 2 now?? Maybe more?? Eh, who's counting. Not her! Long enough to know that Caine's daily routine consists of him rambling on about the adventure they'll have that day for at least 5 minutes. So she had plenty of time to dissociate.

Not that she minded Caine's endless rambling. In a way, it was actually kinda comforting, weirdly. Like listening to white noise to fall asleep. She was too busy in her own world to make out completely what he was saying, though. "Blah blah blah, adventure, blah blah blah code, blah blah blah Pomni, blah- Pomni?"

"Pomni??"

☆POMNI!!☆

♧Gah! Huh?? Wha??♧

The Jester was suddenly brought back to reality (unfortunately).

☆You got all of that, right??☆

♧Caine, I don't really care what you have set up for the next adventure-♧

☆My dear, that's the thing!! Today's adventure is unfortunately canceled because SOMBODY just had to EAT AN ENTIRE CHUNK OF CODE...☆

The ringmaster angrily turned towards Bubble.

°○I regret nothing○°

Caine could only groan in frustration before he poked bubble, who disappeared with a "Pop!"

☆... Well then, with that outta the way, I suppose you all enjoy your day off!! I'll be out here if anyone needs me!☆

The crew set off to their rooms, including Pomni. She turned towards the hallway with everyone else, being the last one to her room. But just as she was about to reach for her door, she noticed something...

What looked to be some sort of glitch?? Should she call Caine?? She wasn't sure... but she decided to anyway.

♧Uhh, Caine??♧

No answer. Oh, well. Guess he must've left to prepare the next adventure. That's all he ever does. I mean, he isn't a real person. There's probably not much else he'd want to do.

She took a double-take at the weird thing she'd seen.

♧Wait a second...♧

What at first seemed like just a jumble of 1's and 0's infact, was not. She recognized this... A string of code...

She could read it.

♧"01010101 00100000 01001100 00100000 01000010 00100000 01000010 00100000 01000101"♧

Hesitantly, she reached for the string of code...

Just then, a familiar voice hurriedly approached...

☆My sincerest apologies dear!! It seems my WackyWatchTM must've missed your message!! I hope I'm not too- Huh?☆

Pomni was fidgeting with the numbers. Scrambling them around, trying to make something of them. Eventually, she left them in a certain order. The numbers formed a sphere and slowly dissappear, leaving a familiar transparent ball...

♧Bubble??♧

°○Wow!! That was weird!! I'm gonna go now!!○°

And with that Bubble floated off to who knows where.

Pomni stared down at her hands. In them, few little bits of code, like glitter, slowly faded away.

She looked up from her hands startled to see that Caine had been floating there the entire time. He looked almost- dumbfounded...

☆How... did you do that??☆

Pomni seemed a bit confused at the question.

♧Y-you code things all the time what do you mean??♧

☆Yeah no- how did you do that without a Cane??☆

He gestured to his cane that was floating beside him.

♧I- Well- I dunno I just- sorta reached out and-♧

☆Well dear, I'm quite impressed!! Not only because of that but- I've never seen that sorta thing happen to bubble before...☆

He muttered under his breath.

☆unless...☆

♧Hm?♧

☆Say... Perhaps whenever you aren't busy with adventures, like today, you could help out with bugs and stuff!! How's that sound??☆

He look right into Pomni's eyes, almost pleading, in a way... Pomni thought about the offer for a moment.

What if... there were a code for the exit..?

Maybe... just maybe... helping the ringmaster was her ticket out of here!! To get on his good side!!

♧Uhh, yeah sure.♧

☆Well then, I understand if you d- wait, really?☆

♧I guess so.♧

She couldn't believe it!! He was actually buying it!! "Exit here I c-"

☆Oh Thank you thank you thank you!!! I could really use a hand around here!!☆

He wrapped her in a very uncomfortably tight hug. Nonetheless she manged to force a smile...

♧Heh, n-no problem...♧

YIPPEE IM FINALLY DONE-

This took all day-

Also I'm finally on summer break so imma hopefully have alot more time to write-

Uh anyways uh-

Ask Caine, Pomni an Voz I guess-

(or me about the au/fic in general)

See ya in chapter 2!!

[fertilize-my-eggs]

Send to the mha omegaverse ch.2

Finding tomura shigaraki ch.1 ch.3 ch.4 A03

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Great just great… not only that I'm in my hero academia but also as an omega. I look at izuku’s feet, I can't make eye contact because of this stupid quirk.

“ So are you an alpha or a beta? ” I ask him as he is still hold his nose, he nervously scratch his neck.

“ y-yeah, I'm an alpha… ” ahh that makes sense, I slowly look at his neck to notice he has a mark… huh? I read some fanfic where alpha doesn't get marks. Does that mean…

“ I don’t have anything to get patches.. ” I sigh heavily, where am I supposed to go in this world? I don't have anything nor a place to stay. This is gonna be a problem.

I put my thumb on my lips as I think, if I don't exist in my world does that mean I'm… dead? No, my family is probably worried about me and wondering where I went. Yeah that could be it.

“ don't worry miss, I got patches for you. ” I see his hand in my view as I grab it from him.

“ uhh this is an odd question but what do I smell like? "Izuku start to blush as he look away.

“ you smell lovely like…. Strawberry cheesecake.. sweet scent." Okay now it makes sense why he is holding his nose, it's because I smell good to him.

I put the patch on my neck as I saw his hand out. “ There's some extra, I gotta get going…” I grab some and put it in my pocket.

As soon as he leaves, we hear loud commotion nearby as we watch the scene unfold.

I looked at Izuku as he was in shock as he screamed out.” THAT’S MY BOYFRIEND!! ” I watch him run straight to the crowd of people as I look straight ahead to realize… Bakugou was covered by the slime villain as I watched izuku run towards it saving his boyfriend? So it's not canon mha in my world where they're enemies but in this universe they're boyfriends. Now it makes sense why izuku has a mark on his neck.

I-… maybe I shouldn't be around, I'll probably affect this world but this doesn't make any sense, I shouldn't be here, I shouldn't be in this universe at all.

I walk away from the crowd feeling like deja vu as I look at myself in the window. It feels odd that I look the same but in an anime style version of myself. 

I blink a few times as I begin to walk away, I pause as I thought to myself.

Maybe I can look for the villains.. Tomura shigaraki in this world, I gotta find him, I can finally have my moments with him and be with my favorite character… well I can't say character anymore since I exist in their world.

But in a city like this, there is no way I can find him as I sighed in defeat.

Well at least I gotta try, I started to look everywhere. In alleyways and to suspicious shady areas. No luck.

I sighed heavily as I sat down on the streets, there was no way I'd be able to find him. I looked up to accidentally make eye contact with a stranger as I felt fear run down my spine as I immediately stood up.

The man smirks wide as he walks towards me.” well well well what a pretty lil omega doing here all by herself? You should come with me, you're mine. ” oh god no, my quirk is affecting him as I begin to run away as fast as possible.

I heard him screaming behind me as I started to panic and feel tears coming out, I've never felt like this. Never been chased by someone and I feel like I could die any minute in this world.

As I ran away forward not knowing where to go as I saw twice?? He ran past me as he started to fight the man who was chasing after me.

I couldn't believe Jin was helping me out, he was not wearing his mask. Maybe this is before he joined the League, I watch them fight each other for a good three minute until the man says.” this is pointless you can have the dumb omega, I’m leaving…” I put my hand on my chest feeling out of breath as I collapsed into the floor, tears running down my cheeks as I held myself as I began to sob.

I hear footsteps coming near as he spoke softly.” hey omega, I saw you getting chased from my window.. are you okay? No she ain’t, should have left her to him. ” I smile hearing him speak, I look at his shoulder a bit.

“ thank you…. I can't make eye contact because of my quirk. ” I see him moving his head to the side in confusion. 

“.... is that how you got chased? ”

“ mhmm.. my quirk is called lovestruck if I look you in the eyes, you'll be like that man. ” I hold myself tight feeling scared for my life.. you would think this world is easy but you get chased by strangers and not to mention you don't know what their true intention will lead if he caught me.

I see his hand in front of me as he said.” lemme help you up, I'm Jin Bubaigawara.. ” I smile softly as I shake his hand.

“ I'm… y/n...   y/n l/n.'' He has a mark on his forehead so did it happen before? It looks a bit fresh but I won't question it as I stand up. Jesus Christ how is he taller than me, he looks like he can easily carry me around with no issues as I started to blush.

Well I'm 5’4 so he gotta be around five something…

“ you can live with me for now, I don't have much… don't be a messy pig. Crap I'm sorry about that I-.. ” I shake my head as I giggle.

“ It's okay, I understand.. is it your quirk that is costing it? "Wait, wouldn't he be confused by me saying that, would he get suspicious of me asking him that.

He turned his head away as he scratched his neck.” yeah my quirk… it's hard to talk about it.”

“  I understand, I won't ask you anything about it if it makes you uncomfortable. ” I pat his shoulder lightly as he smile a bit.

“ thank you y/n. ” I follow behind him as we head to his apartment.

[asudai-tls]

[Archive Video] 我楽多KING's first stream! Nice to meet you all!

Video

Hikaru: Ohh? That’s so weird… Didn't he tell us that it would be OK if we did it like this? Kazu– Chihiro: Hey, idiot! We were told to use diver names. 

Hikaru: Oh, right! What was it again? Chihiro: C (pronounced Centum). It was C. Hikaru: Right, right! C! He said that he chose this name randomly. Kazu– Chihiro: AAAA. Call him C…! Hikaru: Ahaha! My bad! C is just so hard to remember. 

Chihiro: Well, you’re not wrong… I myself have a normal slang-like diver name…We’re ‘'Fraidy Cat and Silly Dog which are both pretty bold names… Hikaru: True that. ‘Fraiii… something or other and Silly… something.

Chihiro: You should at least remember your own diver name. 

Hikaru: It’s fiiine! The stream hasn’t even started! Probably. Chihiro: … Eh? Isn’t this streaming…? Hikaru: It’s not, it’s no… Huh? Chihiro: N-n-no way… Hikaru: AHAHAHA That’s hilarious! It is streaming. Seriously~ Chihiro: Wh-what do we do? What do we do? What do we do? H-Hikaru…

Hikaru: Ah, you seem a bit tense? Then, I’ll start talking! Wheee! I’m 我楽多KING’s Hikaru!

Chihiro: But the diver name… though I said Hikaru too.

Hikaru: Oh right! I’m 我楽多KING’s Silly Dog! Nice to meet you. You can call me “Dog” or whatever you like. 

Chihiro: A-a- Hikaru: This is Chi-kun– No, frai-something-Cat? Something like that. “Cat” is fine! “Cat”. Chi-kun, are you going to talk? Chihiro: Eh? Uh… M-me? Talk. Wh-What should I do? A-Aaaah–

Hikaru: Okay, okay! This is 我楽多KING's first stream! I don't really understand the settings, so I don't know if it's right. Well, I'll pretend you all can hear me and talk!!! So, our unit actually has 3 people. Right now, Kaz– C is at the convenience store. For now, let's get started with just the two of us! So then– what was it. I took notes on what I was going to say. Umm… Aha! Here it is. Unit introduction! … What was that supposed to be?

Chihiro: Unit introduction…? Umm… Wh-What kind of unit we are… something like that.

Hikaru: What kind of unit we are? I don’t really know either but… something interesting like BAM! And something that stands out kinda like GON! And “let’s do it” like DON! Aren’t we that kind of unit?

Chihiro: That kind…? Mm.. did anyone get that? 

Hikaru: Haha! You didn’t get it? I'm such an idiot, I'm really sorry about this!

Chihiro: A-anyways, the unit 我楽多KING is made up of 3 people: C, ‘'Fraidy Cat and Silly Dog. We’ll do all sorts of fun things… I think… Hikaru: Ohh! Nice work! Even though I think I said that earlier!!!

Chihiro: Ha… haaaa…

Hikaru: Well! Next topic. Umm~  next is… “Just talk casually” is what I wrote. 

Chihiro: U-uhh casually…?

Hikaru: So, casual?

Chihiro: Impossible. Hikaru: Yeah. Casual. Casual… Umm… Chihiro: Come back quickly…

Kazuki: Just when the mood has died, I have arrived! Hello, 我楽多KING’s C here. 

Chihiro: He’s back…! Hikaru: Welcome home! You brought the mood back!

Kazuki: In this situation, I can confidently say that you are the best. I saw it, you guys’ stream. Cat too, you did your best. Everyone might have been surprised by the sudden start of the stream. I’ll introduce us again. This unit is 我楽多KING. As you heard, it’s a miscellaneous unit made up of the newbie divers Silly Dog and ‘'Fraidy Cat as well as the mysterious veteran diver, C! The origin of the name comes from the idea that “Even with a bunch of junk*, we aim to be KING.” There are many areas where I am immature so it would be helpful if you could keep an eye on me! The fan name is ACE! By all means, please become a big supporter!

Hikaru: Thanks! Chihiro: T-Thank you for the support…

Kazuki: We are still amateurs in many ways. We are going to do Astro Dive a lot from now on. We also plan to distribute music. What kind of song do you want to do, Dog?

Hikaru: Upbeat!  I love high energy songs! 

Kazuki: Makes sense for Dog. What about Cat?

Chihiro: I… Refreshing. I like calming songs…

Kazuki: The two of you are complete opposites. There’s so much we can do! While we’re talking about it, Cat’s singing voice is amazing. Are you looking forward to it? 

Hikaru: Ohohoho!!! Chihiro: Ah no… my singing isn’t that… It’s not a big deal at all…

Kazuki: That’s not true. Stand tall because I said so.

Chihiro: S-sure.

Kazuki: By the way, I’m looking forward to defying everyone’s expectations with both the songs and the streams. I want to create exciting things. For example, streaming while bungee jumping. Or having a mountain explode in the background of us singing. Put down what you predict will happen now and we’ll circle back to your guesses later, okay? If you get it right, I’ll give you anything you want as a gift. 

Hikaru: Seriously? What should I do? I might need a new watering can. The handle broke the other day!

Chihiro: It’s not a present for us… Hikaru: Eh? Is that so? Oh that’s true, I can’t get it. 

Kazuki: I'll just buy you a watering can. Anyways, I’lll be doing this on a whim, so please look forward to it! Now then, see you next time! This was 我楽多KING!

Hikaru: Thanks for tuning in! 

Chihiro: Thank you for watching…

*The 我楽多 (Garakuta) in 我楽多KING means junk/trash

[the-horizon-lounge3041]

The Harpy and the Hawk

Chapter 9

Finding Out

“So…that Harpy didn’t scratch you at all even when you let her go?..That’s wild” Erend said. “ Yeah…I mean all these years and we thought they were just mindless food theives…but turns out, they’re just woman with wings…with sharp talons….and have ear piercing screams” Varl said. “ Yes…I was surprised too, they’re only hostile towards us because we’re hostile towards them…but because we showed we meant each other no harm..we became friends…heh…she actually said she liked me.” Talanah said blushing.

“ OOOOOoooooo…Talanah likes that Harpy doesn’t she?” Erend teased, “ Uhh..NO! She…she told me…she liked me!….I mean…I like her as a friend… I don’t think we can be…” Talanah was blushing furiously, “ Come ooonnnnn, admit it, you like her too” Varl said. “ GAH! OKAY I DO! I do like her…I just…I don’t know how to tell my dad…or everyone… first we need to show how Harpies actually are” Talanah said. “ Then… well..then we can live in peace”

Aloy flew until she saw Talanah at the cove, with two of her friends, she dove down and landed startling the two men. “ Varl, Erend, this is Aloy, Aloy this is Varl and Erend” Talanah introduced. “ Tha…That’s a Red Harpy…” Varl said shaking a little bit, “ No need to quake in your boots boy, I’m not going to eat you” Aloy said. “ You never said she was pretty” Erend said. “ Hey! My heart belongs to someone else lover boy, take it easy” Aloy said in a joking tone. “ Yeah…I’m that someone” Talanah said.

Aloy felt her stomach drop hearing that, “ Look…about what happened…I….I’m so sorry… I shouldn’t have took us to that place…it was my bad” Aloy said. “ Aloy…it’s okay, I was in the wrong too, saying all those things…And…I do like you…a lot” Talanah said, Aloy’s ears perked up hearing that, then…she started doing something a little…strange.

“ Uh Talanah what is she doing?” Erend asked, “ I…I think it’s a mating dance” Talanah said. The Harpy pranced around flapping her wings in wavy motions, trying to impress Talanah “ Well…..she is impressing me…that’s for sure” Talanah whispered. The Harpy continued to dance, showing off her feathers, then Aloy grabbed Talanah’s hand and danced with her,“ Wow…I…no one’s ever danced with me before.” Talanah said. “ Well now you have danced with someone” Aloy said.

The two kept dancing and Aloy gave Talanah a small peck on the cheek. Her eyes widened and her heart raced, “ Uh Erend we should give them privacy” Varl said, “ Yeah good idea” Erend replied. The two decided to leave the cove and on their way out they ran into Talavad and his men. “ Oh…hi Sunhawk…lovely day for a walk huh?” Erend said. “ Uh….yes…I suppose, have you seen Talanah? She’s late for training again.” Talavad asked. “ uh no….we haven’t seen her at all today, we actually came out here to see if she was around and she’s not” Erend said.

Suddenly, there was a screech coming from the cove….oh no.

“What is that?!” Talavad said. “ Oh uh…probably a bird?” Varl said. “ That was no bird Erend…that sounded like a—“ One of the hunters started but then Talavad cut him off. “A Harpy” he growled and ran into the cove.

“ Sorry Aloy…I didn’t mean to step on your foot” Talanah said. “ TALANAH!” Talavad yelled. “ Dad?!” Talanah yelped, Aloy froze and didn’t move, she didn’t want to hurt anyone especially Talanah’s father. “ Look…I can explain…Aloy isn’t dangerous I promise…she’s…she’s my friend” Talanah said. “ Aloy?!….YOU NAMED AND FREED A HARPY?!” Talavad was furious, he knew Talanah wasn’t the best at hunting Harpies but this was a whole new level of disappointment.

“ No I didn’t name her, that is her name…she told me…Harpies aren’t what we thought, they are just woman with wings….please dad…don’t hurt her” Talanah said shaking, Aloy was still frozen, she was preparing to move if she had to, and she wanted to take Talanah with her. Then, Talavad slowly walked towards the girl and the Harpy, his men right behind him.

“ Talanah….you are the daughter of a Sunhawk…you are supposed to be like us…but I now realized that you are so very different…you have empathy” Talavad gently spoke and put his hand on Talanah’s shoulder.

The cove was quiet…..too quiet…

“ And a Sunhawk is supposed to have no empathy towards the enemies…GET HER!” Talavad spoke softly then loudly ordered to catch the Harpy. “NO!” Aloy yelled as a bola was being thrown on her, “ALOY!” Talanah said. one of Talavad’s men pulled Talanah back and away from the bird woman, Aloy squirmed and roared sadly. Talavad ordered his men to take Aloy away….. to the king.

“ TALANAH!” Aloy roared and thrashed around, desperately trying to break free. “ ALOY!” Talanah yelled back, tears filled her eyes….” You better not hurt her…please….don’t hurt her…” Talanah said weakly…she felt dumb and defeated, none of this would’ve happened if she had done it…if she had just sliced those wings off….she wouldn’t be where she is right now.

“ Talanah….come with me” Talavad said.

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[roseofithaca]

Silent Comfort

Silver (my oc) pining over the greenskeeper (my oc Dani) at the hotel. Mention of @idiotwithanipad 's oc Amy.

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Her shift usually starts at five am. Plenty of time before the course opens for her to pick up the litter and rake the sand in the bunkers.

Before she came, Silver's early mornings usually consisted of walking wistfully across the grounds and through the woods. When Mary was here, she used to be one of the first to rise. 'Farmers sleep patterns, little'en. I been wakin' with the birdies since I were knee high.' She'd join Silver on her walks or sit with her beside the lake, chattering away about all sorts, Mary often asking for clarity about modern things she'd seen on the telly that Silver could explain. She was happy to indulge Silver's curiosity about her own time, so long as the subjects didn't broach witch trials or dead husbands. Eventually Robin would come find them, or Cap on one of his runs.

After Mary left, there was a noticeable gap of time until the others awoke. The first time she truly noticed it, the absence, she'd sat down in the woods and cried for an hour. When she'd raised her head at the sound of padding pawprints, she looks up to see a large furry snout in her face. A bear. A fucking bear was right in front of her, snorting hot air into her face. She'd frozen. What the hell was someone supposed to do when facing a bear? It's not exactly something British girls are prepared for.

Turns out there had been nothing to prepare for. The bear had licked the tears off her face and leaned its forehead against hers. When Silver had dared to put her arms around the creature's neck, to nestle into its huge mane, her skin hadn't been clawed off.

"Oh, you meet old bear? Huh. She not usually leave den." Robin had explained to her later. He didn't seem to be as afraid of her as he had with most bears, which she took as a good sign. "Old bear must like Moonah Girl."

It wasn't the first time she'd connected with one of the animals in the woods. Living or dead, she often found it easier to spend time with them more than her ghost family if she was feeling down.

Robin had given her lessons on how to speak with animals, how they seemed to understand ghosts more than livings for some reason. And there were certain ways different animals preferred to be approached or made eye contact with.

She names the bear Lyla. Or rather, she asks the bear if she likes the name and one blink seems to say yes.

Lyla is no Mary, but she's more than decent company in those early hours. Silver rests against her side as the old she-bear lays down beside the lake, cleaning her paws. The teenage Pagan watches the swans glide across the water. She whistles at them, warning them to avoid some netting that's been carelessly left in.

She should be here by now. She'd notice something like that and clean it out quick.

She's really good at her job.

Where is she?

Lyla gives a soft grunt and nudges her, probably sensing her rising heartbeat. She reaches to rub her muzzle.

There's always the fear that, one day, she won't turn up for work. And it won't just be a sick day. It'll be forever. Deep down, she knows it's inevitable. No way she would choose to work here her whole life, even if she gets a promotion, she would probably be moved on. And that's good. How it's supposed to be.

"And I'll go back to being alone in the mornings again." She thinks aloud.

Lyla grizzles, offended.

"My bad." Silver snorts, leaning back into the bear.

The Captain jogs near them a while later.

"Ah! Silver! Care to join me in getting the muscles pumping this fine- uhh." He reels when he notices the bear beside her.

Silver smirks; "I'm sure me and Lyla could race you back together?"

"N-no, never mind, I concentrate better alone. I trust you and Amy will be present for Food Club at 1?"

Pm? Her gothic bestie might just be rising from her slumber about then, maybe.

Cap continues his run. A figure in green overalls passes the grey haired soldier without notice, holding a rubbish bag in one hand and a litter pick with the other.

A guy. Not her.

"I'll see you tomorrow, Mama Bear. Gotta figure out what's happening." Silver gives Lyla a quick hug, the old bear poking her affectionately with that big wet nose.

She rushes back to the hotel, passing through the front wall and into reception. There are a few guests milling around, people eager to check in to start their luxury weekends.

"Ooh, someone's eager for aerobics! I think I heard Pat and Kitty on their way." Humphrey pipes up, already at his spot on the front desk.

"Morning...Have you seen Dani yet? I know she doesn't usually come through this way..." Silver asks. "Maybe you overheard her ring up to say she was sick?"

"Uh, no, they've only been taking calls for bookings and the old lady in Room 8 complaining about her loo not flushing. Nice."

So she hasn't turned up and she hasn't called in sick? Silver hugged herself. Dani was too responsible a girl not to let her work know she wouldn't be turning up.

"You sure she hasn't booked annual leave or something?"

"I dunno, Humphrey, it's not like I stalk her every move!"

Her friend's dad twisted his lips.

"....Not that bad, anyway." She blushed.

"Well I'm sure there's a good reason, love. Tell you what, I'll shout if I see or hear anything. Try not to worry till then, go take your mind off it, do something fun. Only four more hours till that daughter of mine is due to wake." He smiles.

Silver nods. He's right. She probably is getting anxious over nothing. Story of her life and her death.

Aerobics doesn't exactly appeal to her mood right now. Robin and Julian are in the Suite, deep into their morning chess game. She'd rather watch paint dry then spectate to that. Fanny is reading the book that Alison got her for Christmas; Fifty Shades of Grey. Watching her facial reactions as she reads it seems like the most entertaining thing on offer at the moment.

"Eh! Eh! Moonah Girl! It uhh, chair, on wheels, pushy pushy!"

"For God's sake, you know what a bike is!" Julian groans after his caveman friend leapt up to point at the window.

Silver glanced out, spotting a young woman in a orange polo and green dungarees, thick brown hair tied back, thick maroon gardening wellies on her feet. She locks her bike to one of the spots in the staff car park before sprinting inside the back door.

Unable to hold back from giggling like a smitten schoolgirl, she races downstairs.

"Oh, Silver, I just saw-!"

"Me too! Thanks Humphrey!"

"Good. Glad I could help...I think?"

She runs through the door and into the staff room, where Dani is speaking to her manager. A grumpy old git who barely gets his hands dirty but loves to criticise any mistake the gardeners make.

"I managed to get a cancellation slot at the last minute. I did try to call last night but no one answered-."

"Then you shouldn't have taken it. You can always book another driving test, Danika, but there's a limit to how many absences we allow." He chides her.

"It's Danita, you balding nutsack! You can at least learn her fucking name." Silver defends, standing at Dani's side, not that it makes much of a difference.

"This is my first absence in two years." Dani frowns.

"Second. Remember last March?"

"My grandmother was ill!"

"Yeah, leave her alone! Or do I need to get Alison to put a rotting onion in someone's locker?" Silver glares. She's sure she could convince Alison to do it, if persuaded right.

"You're just lucky one of the bellboys offered to pick up some of your morning chores. Let me down again and I'll ask if he wants to take your position permanently. Do I make myself clear?"

Silver could see the fire hidden behind Dani's eyes. She wanted as badly as she did to punch this guy in the teeth.

But instead she held her tongue. She nodded.

"Yes, Trevor."

Silver spits at him, her saliva shooting through his smug face.

"Eat shit, Trevor."

She follows Dani as the girl leaves to head outside, her head held low.

Silver reminds herself to ask Robin to give this guy an electric shock when the opportunity arises.

"You had your driving test today? Wow. I didn't even get to start practicing, except for when I was eleven and my dad let me reverse out the driveway. I nearly ran over the old woman next door. She was fine. She was waiting to get a new hip anyway." Silver chats as she walks beside Dani, who's heading for the wheelbarrows.

One of the old golfers whistles at her as she passes, her expression morose.

"Smile, lovely! It can't be that bad!" Him and his mate chuckle.

Rage burns inside Silver. Why couldn't she have her own ghost power? Like Robin's electricity or Amy's shadows or Julian's finger? She'd be happy just to poke these dickheads in the eyes.

Dani has to hold her tongue. One complaint would probably be all it took for Trevor to fire her.

What Silver wouldn't give to hold her hand...

All she can do is talk to her. Tell her what kind of powers she wishes she had and what she would do to men like Trevor or any of the misogynistic pricks who think it's okay to treat women like this.

"Possesion would be cool! Imagine that. I'd get them to do all sorts of humiliating stuff and see how they like having the piss taken out of them."

Obviously nothing she says brings a smile to Dani's face. It's better if Silver imagines how she would react. In another time, another life. A life where she wasn't dead and got to meet Dani like a normal Living.

After she's cleared the brambles and weeds, filling the barrow before it can overflow, she dumps it into the skip and then goes to check the woods.

She always checks Silver's memorial first.

It's been a while since it was last vandalised, Alison having paid the hotel to put up some cameras and a fence with a gate.

"Thanks for that, the dirt was making me look like I had a mustache." Silver says when Dani wipes Alison's sketch of her nailed to the tree next to her bed.

Just as she's cleaning the statues of Artemis and Persephone, her phone rings.

"Hi, Mataji." Dani answers, a sharp voice calling her name on the other end. "Maiṁ kama kara rihā hāṁ."

She usually switches between English and Punjabi when talking to her mother. Silver has managed to pick up a few words while observing their conversations. She often thinks of asking Alison if she can set up something on the iPad to help her learn the language.

"No. I failed." Dani sighs, sitting down on the grass at the foot of Silver's bed; "Yes, Mataji, again....I went 25 in a 20 zone....Well I didn't mean to, I must have missed the sign!"

"Aw, shit. That's all they need to fail you? I would have stood no chance, I could barely ride a bike." Silver settled beside her.

Her heart broke at the devastation on Dani's face as her mother laid into her. Silver couldn't translate what she was saying but her tone said enough. Each word made Dani winced as if she were being stabbed with a tiny knife.

"Yeah, I know...Well, I can pay for the rest of my lessons myself, I..." She sighs, "It's not like I'm not trying my best, Mataji."

"Well your best clearly isn't good enough!" Dani's mother had been content to speak that in English.

Silver bit her lip; "Just hang up. Tell her you have to get back to work."

"Mum, I have to get back to work, I'm sorry. I'll see you tonight. Alavidā."

Pocketing her phone, Dani sighs and rolls her head back, staring up at the treetops before curling forward, her arms around her dirt stained dungarees.

Silver shuffles closer; "Hey. Your mum only yells because she cares. When I told my mum I was dropping out of college, she just rolled her eyes and left the room. I would have loved for her to shout at me, just so I knew she gave a shit. Sorry. I shouldn't make this about me."

Dani sniffles and wipes her nose. She picks up the statuette of Artemis and holds it before her.

"That was my second attempt. I didn't even mention all the minor faults I got. Was just so fucking nervous."

Silver doesn't know if she's talking to her or the Goddess. She knows Dani doesn't believe in the same gods as her...but Sikhs also believe God is everywhere so, maybe she is talking to the statue.

"Only your second attempt. My sister needed six before she got her license and hit a pole a week after. You got this, babe."

"This is the best job I was able to get without being able to drive. And most days I like it fine. I get to make everything look so pretty, I get all this time to chill to myself...but then I have to put up with fucktards like Trevor and those posh blokes." She wrinkles her nose in a way Silver always finds adorable. "I don't wanna be stuck here forever. Can't imagine anything worse."

That stings. It takes effort not to take offence.

"...It's not that bad. It has its ups and downs." Her friends being the ups. Robin, Amy, Kitty, Pat, the others, Alison when she visits...and of course, Dani.

The downs being this all there is. Her curse to miss large chunks of time each month. Dani not being able to hear her voice or even knows that she exists beyond a sketch hanging on a tree.

"But you deserve better. One day you're gonna get your license and you're gonna be able to go as far as you want....You're gonna get to live."

As much as Robin and Amy would joke about Dani accidentally dying on the property and becoming a ghost, Silver never desired it beyond a selfish indulgent fantasy. Who is to say Dani would even be attracted to her?

But there have been too many quiet, lonely mornings where Silver has felt the regret of never being able to travel the world beyond the cheap family holidays to Spanish resorts. Never being able to visit Athens and see the Parthenon. Never being able to see the Pyramids. Never going to Comic Con in San Fransisco. Never having a real life.

She would never want that for Dani. This was clearly a girl as desperate for freedom as she had been. She deserved it.

"It's not like I have any work friends. I know they just think I'm the quiet bookworm, which I am. I mean it is kinda pathetic the only one I speak to is a girl who died nearly thirty years ago."

Silver blinks at her.

"And who's to say if you're even there listening? You're probably already in your next life." Dani tuts.

Silver rolls her eyes; "Fuck, I wish."

A half-truth.

"I dunno...something about this spot. It's the only place I don't feel...alone." she admits.

"Because you're not. You're never alone here, especially not during the full moon." Silver assures her; "I mean...except when you're having like private moments, I'm not Thomas! Or Mary...Or Julian..."

Gods, her ghost family had a lot of pervs.

Dani reached for her satchel and pulled out a book with a burnt orange cover, the picture of a woman sat at the bottom of a set of stairs, wearing a red sari.

"I thought you might like this. It's been blowing up on TikTok. Apparently it's an enemies to lovers story between a princess and her handmaiden who's a witch of sorts." Dani explains.

The Jasmine Throne.

Silver's interest is already piqued. She barely got to read any sapphic books when she was alive and misses Alison bringing her some and turning the pages for her. This is much better.

"I got a few moments until Trevor starts wanting to check I'm working. Might as well see what the hype is about." Dani rests back against the mound of grass and cornflowers, opening the first page.

Silver shuffles in beside her, leaning her head in a little, nearly resting it on her shoulder, as she read the opening words along with her.

Robin told her that he often finds Dani sat beside her bed, reading, on her break, while Silver is asleep. She wonders if Dani ever feels the difference when she's awake to sit with her.

[daneneedssleep]

So quick note before you read, I had a lovely person message me about my Arthur Morgan idea so here’s part one!

HighHonor!Arthur Morgan x LowHonorM! Reader Pt.1||

This is really long because I wanted it to build up so enjoy.

When Dutch asked Arthur to pick up one of his buddies to join the gang he didn’t think anything of it. New additions sure, but he didn’t want no trouble. Matter of fact, he never did.

You were looking for an easy loot in strawberry when you heard a gruff voice call your name.

“Hey! You uhh- (Y/N)?” He asked.

“Depends. Why you wanna know?”

“Listen I don’t want no trouble, I just came for a (Y/N) (L/N). My friend Dutch wants to speak to him.”

You hummed.

“Well then, I guess you got yer guy. Me and Dutch are acquaintances. What exactly does he need me for?”

“Dutch wants you to join our community, he-“

“THERE HE IS! THAT'S THE GUY THAT LOOTED MY HORSES CARGO”

Goddamnit. Always at the worst time too.

“Oh fuck! Can we talk about this on our way there??” You ask while sprinting to your horse’s side, hopping onto the saddle.

Before he could answer, you let your horse bolt away while yelling back at him- “Lead the way!”

~Time skip~

“I think we lost em.”

“Good I don’t like shootin’ les I have to.”

“Hm. Whatever you say goody two shoes.”

“And what the hell is that supposed to mean??”

“You don’t like shootin’ folks but yer in a gang…. Yer one of them high honor fuckers aren’t you?” You ready yourself to snatch the pistol out of your holster but Arthur immediately puts his hands up in surrender.

“I already told ya once, I don’t want no trouble. Lemme just take ya to Dutch and you’ll see there ain’t no ill intent.”

“Fine but if you do so much as speak wrong I’ll fuckin’ shoot you with no hesitation”

“I won’t say nuthin’. Let’s go we ain’t far”

~Time Skip~

When Dutch introduced you to everyone, most of them seemed to be ok with you so you decided to stay. When you chose to have dinner, Arthur sat down next to you.

“What do you want?” You asked gruffly.

“I wanted to know if you’d go hunting with me tomorrow. The camp needs some extra food and not everyone is uhh- exactly fond of you yet. It would help them trust you.”

“Wow Dutch actually planned on keepin me? Yeah I guess I’ll go with ya then.”

~Time Skip~

You woke up at about 9:30, it definitely wasn’t the most comfortable sleep but it was better than sleeping away next to waterfalls to hide from bounty hunters. You got up and walked around camp to try and get used to your surroundings. You hear footsteps behind you and you turn to see Arthur with two cups of coffee in his hand.

He asks in a voice more gruffy than usual. “good mornin’ how’d ya sleep?” You took note that he probably just got up.

“Better than a lot of nights actually but I’m still getting used to this.”

“Well we’ll head off at about 10:15 so drink this and then get ready” Arthur said. He handed you your coffee and headed for his tent.

While getting ready to go hunting he couldn’t help but think about you. He felt as if he should impress you and he didn’t know why. Maybe later he’ll take you to the saloon to get a drink.

As Arthur was slipping his boots on he heard heavy footsteps walking up to his tent when he looked up it was you. He looked back down quickly to put his boot on all the way. He could feel his face flush. Looking up at you it was- he was excited. He liked the way you looked at him. The way you looked down at him.

“You ready or what?” You asked, knocking Arthur out of his thoughts.

“Huh?”

“Damn you look lost. ‘I said are you ready’ but you’ve been staring at yer fuckin boots for a good minute and a half.”

“Sorry. Yeah I’m ready. Let’s go.”

You both prepare what you need and hop on your horses. You bring a bow with around 15 arrows, a pistol, and a small hunting rifle. Arthur takes you to an area behind Horseshoe Overlooks campsite and gets off his horse.

“We should continue on foot. The horses make quite a bit of noise.”

“Alright, let’s go then.”

Arthur turns around to get his gear off his horse for only about 30 seconds and by the time he turns back around you’re already gone in plain sight. Fuck. “(Y/N) for fucks sake where are you” Arthur tries to loudly whisper.

“I’m right here dumbass”

For someone so tall and broad you were particularly good at hiding.

“Damnit you scared me”

“Pay attention then jackass”

Wow you’re fucking mean.

“I didn’t even take my eye off you for a full minute and you disappeared!”

“Will you just get down! I already spotted two whitetail bucks but we need to hit them in a vital spot at the same time.”

“Fine.”

Arthur crouches in the tall grass next to you. He can hear your breathing but it’s so slow. He looks at your face and all he can see is concentration. Holy shit you’re handsome.

“Alright, you ready?” You face Arthur and you’re a little surprised to see him already staring at you. You watch him look away quickly as he replies with a quiet “yes”.

“Ok you call and I’ll count. As soon as you get a good shot, tell me and I’ll count us down. Got it?”

“Gotcha”

Arthur whistles and the bucks raise their heads.

“Alright I got a good shot you?”

“Yeah. Ready- 3…2… 1!”

~Time skip~

Heading back to camp with a buck stowed on each horse felt like a big achievement to Arthur. You didn’t seem to care as much as he did but you were happy to be able to have some food.

As you both set the bucks down to Pierson you heard Arthur clear his throat. You turned and before you could ask what he wanted he was already asking if you wanted to go to the saloon with him.

You quickly asked “Is it the Valentine saloon?”

“Yeah why”

“I have a bounty of $5 in Valentine” You said, cringing at your own words.

“Oh- well I’ll give you the money and we can go by the post office first”

“Well then let’s get going”

What the hell. Why is he doing this for you?

~another time skip~

And thats part one guys. I’ll either be posting part two soon so please please stay patient for that! Hope you enjoyed, and the real stuff comes tomorrow >:)

[boldlyspeedydreamerreturns]

Can I request a one shot about Fizzaroli meeting Loona for the first time?

(Set post Mammon episode so he and Blitzo are friends again)

Yeah, I can do that. 😁

A few weeks after the events of episode 7...

Fizz was relaxing in the kitchen at Asmodeus' palace, waiting for the coffee maker to finish. Just as the machine dinged, his phone also rang. He was surprised to see it was Blitz calling. He knew his old friend didn't like getting up early, especially on the weekends. He answered the call as he poured his coffee.

"Hey, fucker, what's up?"

"So that's how you two talk, huh?"

Fizz paused. The voice on the other end of the phone sounded like a young woman, not Blitz.

"What? Who the hell are you? Oh fuck, you're some stalker fan that stole Blitz's phone, aren't you. Look bitch, I'm retired, so you can shove off."

He heard an exasperated sigh.

"I'm not a fan, dip shit, I'm Blitz's... daughter... technically."

"What? Daughter? Since when does Blitz have a daughter?"

"Since about five years ago when he adopted me but that's not why I'm calling."

Fizz was confused. Blitz hadn't mentioned a daughter in the few times they'd seen each other since trying to be friends again. The idea of his old friend being a parent was odd to him.

"So then...why are you calling me?"

"Can we meet in person? This feels weird over the phone."

Fizz was even more confused. Why would she want to meet in person? What could she want to talk about with him?

"Uhh, yeah, sure. Where should we..."

"I'm already close by. I'll be at your place soon. Tell them to expect a hellhound asking for you."

"Oh, okay then..."

The phone hung up. Fizz had no idea what was happening. He quickly ran to get dressed and rushed downstairs just in time to see Blitz's van pull up. A hellhound girl stepped out and walked towards the doors. She had a look of annoyance on her face. Fizz greeted her as she walked in.

"Hey there, you must be... Blitz's kid. I don't think you said your name before."

"I didn't. It's Loona. Let's get into this, okay."

"Yeah, you're definitely Blitz's. Let's go in here, it'll be more private."

Fizz lead Loona into what looked to be a parlor area. They sat down on a couch. Before Fizz could say anything, Loona spoke up.

"You're not gonna fuck with Blitz right?"

"What?"

"I know you hated him for a long time. Now you're supposedly trying to be close again. You're not fucking with him, are you?"

Fizz was stunned by the question. He hadn't expected her to be so forward.

"I...no. I'm not screwing with him. Look, I get it. I don't... completely forgive Blitz for what happened. But... I'm trying to move on."

"You better be telling me the truth, clown boy. Blitz has been through enough. He doesn't need some fake asshole coming back into his life just to break him down some more."

"I'm not going to hurt him!"

Loona looked surprised by Fizz raising his voice. The two sat in silence for a long minute.

"Look, Loona. I get it. It's sweet that you're so protective of your dad. But I promise you, I don't have any intentions to hurt Blitz. Honestly, even when I was angry with him, in the back of my mind, I still missed him like crazy. We were so close once."

Loona watched as a few tears pricked the corners of Fizz's eyes. She smiled.

"Good, then I don't have anything to worry about. Also, if you tell anyone I was here, I'll come back and chop your dick off."

Fizz laughed. The two chatted a little while longer, with Fizz telling Loona several stories of Blitz from their childhood. After about an hour, Loona stood up.

"I should probably get the van home before Blitz wakes up and sees it missing. Good talking to ya."

"You too, Loona. Say hi to your dad for me."

"I won't."

The two shared a laugh, then Loona left. It was an interesting interaction, but it made Fizz happy. He was glad to know that Blitz had managed to find even a little bit of happiness in his life.

[hanemiyaas]

Simple Love

a/n: okay ive also decided ill probably make the reader become like the karasunos guys team manager alongside kiyoko.. idk tho well see, ive kinda like dabbled with the idea

chapter summary: starting your second year of high school, you make your way to the boys practice to catch up with your friends

w/c: 724

warnings: swearing

CH 2

After a long boring day of school you decided to finally head on over to the gym where the boys were practicing volleyball, since your second year started you hadnt gone to see them yet, tho its only been two weeks. Other students were walking through the halls, going to their extra curriculars or leaving to go home. Its been nice all day, not too cold or hot, the sun shining down through the windows, it felt good on your skin. Warm. You felt at peace watching the blossoms fall from the trees, lost in thought you didnt notice sound of footsteps nearing closer. However, you did feel it when you hit the ground. Some little dude with bright orange hair was on the floor next to you. "Oh my god im so sorry! Are you okay?" nodding your head you sat up, letting out a breathy laugh "yeah im good dont worry". He got up quickly, reaching a hand out to help you up, face bright red. He must feel embarrassed. "Are you sure youre alright? I was in such a hurry I didnt see you at all once i came around the corner" he was looking down at his feet so he missed the smile you gave him, "trust me im fine, i dont wanna hold you up tho so please go ahead". He shook his head and ran off towards the gym, now that youre thinking about it, he was wearing gym clothes. Maybe hes on the volleyball team? He looked pretty familiar too but youre sure you havent seen him around school.

Sliding the door open and stepping inside the gym you looked around. "Hey heyy, where you been?" one of the second years on the team called out to you, slowly making your way over, trying to find everyones faces. Daichi and Suga were doing drills with the other second and first years. You gave out a small laugh as you stood beside Tanaka "yeaa sorry ive been busy trying to sort out all my classes and whatever else, havent had the time to stop by yet" a hard slap against your back and a booming laugh right in your ear, he leaned over wrapping an arm around your shoulder "Suure. So you gonna sign up to be our manager this year?"

"uhh-"

"Come oonn, im sure kiyoko wouldnt mind having some help"

"mm i dont know, being a manager for you guys doesnt sound all that fun"

"Pfff well then, guess somebody should stop coming round and spying on our practice"

Your hands flew to your face as you dramatically gasped, "me? a spy? never.." his hand poking at your sides while he teased you, "Now i know youre lying, im sure you relay everything you see to your freaky little aoba johsai friends". You let out a laugh "as if theyd need me to tell them how to beat you" he looked at you with a big fake pout on his face, which had you laughing so hard your eyes began to tear up. After some more back and forth banter between you two, you saw that short ginger guy from earlier and pointed him out to Tanaka "do you know what school that first year over there went to?"

"Yeah he went to yukigaoka, you know him?"

"oh no, i had bumped into him on my way over here"

"ahh. yeah remember that match we went to see last year, he was up against kitagawa first. His names Hinata"

"ohh yeah, i guess thats why i recognized him"

you watched Hinata play for a bit while chatting with Tanaka, you were so deep in conversation you didnt notice who else was in the gym with you guys. Till a familiar voice snapped you out of your conversation.

"Dumbass, youre supposed to hit the ball, not let it fall to the floor."

"Okay okay im sorryy"

"Youre never gonna be the ace if you keep this shit up"

You paused then brought your attention to the guy berating hinata "oh my god", tanaka turned to face you, a look on his face that says 'huh'. You couldn't believe that you were seeing kageyama standing on the other side of the gym, feeling surprised and a bit confused, you thought about going over there to talk to him.

ch 1 // ch 3