#when they ask why you need teeth for a project meme

[dukecollinsbf]

guess.

if u guessed EVEN MORE OF MY DARLIN OC HEADCANNONS UR CORRECT. sum nsfw

sorry to all. im obsessed w him.

he loves zombie movies. and zombie games. call of duty zombies with his brothers used to be his shit. he was also very competitive. like, before he even hits the floor in the game he's yelling at his brothers to revive him. (im projecting :P)

after being with the pack for a few months, julius was convinced he'd never be a part of the pack like the rest of the teens were. they all already formed their bonds, found themselves in groups; they were a family. julius was just... there. even when asher would force julius to hang out with them, julius would feel so out of place and would just sit quietly

this feeling only grew stronger as he grew older and STILL didn't have any close bonds within the pack. he was fully convinced asher was trying to include him out of pity and it pissed him off. he HATES being pitied

he ALMOST got a tattoo for quinn cus he was young and fully conviced he and quinn were forever

now he has a tattoo of sams name

he also copies sams accent. and milos. and porters. not to be mean, but cus they like the way they talk! they did it with quinn too and he didnt take it well

he punched another pack member for making fun of him once. lol

HUGE RESTING BITCH FACE.

again, guyliner. one of the pack adults (i cant decide which) and julius x that one scene from the dairy of a wimpy kid movie

"are you wearing eyeliner??"

julius also had a crush on rodrick heffley. he wanted him AND wanted to be him.

"IM SORRY WOMEN :/"

he orders food then overthinks the interaction. "wow... i stuttered while asking for cheese on my sandwich... this is the worst thing that has ever happened to me."

not julius, but sam uses emojis properly. especially the sad ones. julius thinks its so cute.

also sam dad bod and chst hair and

me^

as mentioned in past post, he was sent to an empowered tti. he DID escape, but he didnt get to finish highschool cus of it. he makes fun of himself for being a dropout even tho it wasnt even his choice.

again, projecting, but he has an issue with telling others to kts or threatening to khs.

when he was a kid and he found out ur teeth dont fall out til youre like seven he cried cus he wanted money

this is alrdy agreed upon by the fandom but hes a WHORE. and HOT.

hes taller than sam... IM BOUTA BUST

one time when sam went in for a kiss julius turned his head away and went SWERVEDDD and sams face was pure shock and betrayal

he rubs his cheek against sams

bright eyes and sam that one meme

"why does julius call u babygirl?"

"how bout we stop talking for a little while."

baggy jeans.... compression shirt... or.... tight tanktop.... *busts*

slurty waist....... msucles....

neck tattoo........................ and others cus he TATTED

he wears rings too and he has a necklace he like NEVER takes off.

i alrdy said this too but im saying it again he has heterochromia (my twin) hes so sexy im gonna kiss my own oc

BJ KING!!

he bites. in a freaky way and in an intimate way

like he loves sam sm he js needs to bite his bicep or titty pec

he used to smoke. like A LOT

early sam and masc darlin was a homoerotic friendship. i know that sexual tension was crazy.

garfield lover. youll never like garfield like HE likes garf.

HE SUCKS AT GEOGRAPHY SO BAD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

the end (for now)... do yall have hcs for my oc cus ill eat them up and send u a million dollars. but also just gimme darlin hcs

AGAIN IM SORRY IM SORRY IF UR SICK OF ME LMFAOO

[koshirulynn]

-Use me to get over him-

High school AU-Mysta Rias x reader-pt2 of 'As you wish'

In which your friendship between you and your classmate gets confusing. With your crush showing mixed signs and your classmate makes his move.

(Please do not take this seriously. This is for fun and fun only. If any streamer comes across this I apologize! Anyways please enjoy!!"

--Recap--

"I see I see, did you get their number?Hehe"

"Shit,I didn't"

"Ah it should be fine, you could always get it tomorrow yknow"

"Yknow what, I actually will"

-The next day-

Munching on your favorite meal for breakfast is the best thing that has happened to you all this week. Other than the news of what your crush had brought upon you, you still couldn't help but still like him. Human emotions were something confusing to everyone, you knew that you would find yourself eventually.

With your headphones on the table and your textbook at the side, you decided to take a small break from reading the book and look on social media. Ignoring the irrelevant people like your annoying cousins you realize that you have like 7 messages from the same person. Your science lab partner, Shu Yamino.

--

Shu.YaMinion69: Mysta has something to ask you later

Shu.YaMinion69:*insert meme*

Shu.YaMinion69:Also I need help with the science homework-

Shu.YaMinion69:BTW C/n texted me to tell you that he will meet you in the 'place where he pulled you last time'

Shu.YaMinion69:I think he is a weirdo but like he could have texted you instead of me

Shu.YaMinion69:You need to tell me about whatever he meant, we have science tomorrow so yes

Shu.YaMinion69:Look at this

Shu.YaMinion69:*insert reel*

--

Reading the texts, you found it also odd that C/n texted Shu instead of you. You follow him on nearly every social platform there is and you guys also did text before because of projects and homework. It was truly weird to you but in reality, this guy was only using you to get closer to R/n. He just didn't want to be in your dm's because he knew that R/n was the jealous type. She would accuse him of cheating even if the texts shared between the two parties were from just two weeks before they started dating. She was that delusional.

Noticing the time, you replied to Shu quickly and shoved your books in your bag. Plugging your headphones in and slid on your shoes. You began your cold morning to school. 'how enjoyable.'

--

The day was going far too normal for your liking well that was until you were pulled into the janitor's closet. 'this is definitely C/n's doings' You thought to yourself but only to be proven wrong when you heard the unique voice of Mysta Rias himself.

"Heyy um Hi Y/n" The grip on your wrist was bearable but still it was tight. You gave him a confused look before opening your mouth.

"Mysta? Why did you pull me in here-hehe I thought that you were c/n"You chuckled to yourself at the thought of your crush but remembered again about what he told you the day before.

"Well, that's kinda the- actually no. I wanted to ask you for your number" His tone set you off, he looked a bit frantic but what he was asking you was something much different. You saw a pen in the pocket of his buttoned shirt so you took it. Next thing Mysta knew, you were scribbling the digits of your number on the back of his hand.

The fox-like boy kept looking at the door but the grip on your wrist had loosened a bit."Why are you so scared?"You questioned Mysta while you finished writing the last three numbers.

"There is something I wanted to ask of you and I did?"He scratched the back of his head with his other hand. Seemingly that he was still nervous around you, you let go of his hand.

"Why so unsure? anyways I want to eat my fo-"

"WAIT! Uh I mean I saw two students making out in the classroom beside and I just don't want you to see that cause they were getting into it. All SLOPPY yeah- and it just was a stomach-churning scene hehe" It was like Mysta was lying between his teeth cause he latched onto your wrist once more.

"We've both seen Shoto and Vox get all sloppy at that one party before, I think I can take thi-" He squeezed your wrist tighter.

"Trust me, it is bad, let's just wait another 5 minutes please.."He was really begging you to not go even though he got your number. Sighing in defeat, you just gave in to him.

"Okay Mysta, you win" you smiled at him and the male student in front of you returned the favor, letting go of you once again.

There were still 15 minutes of lunch left so both you and Mysta decided that the coast was clear now. Mysta even double-checked by looking both left and right as he poked his head out of the janitor's closet.

--

As you parted ways, Mysta whipped out his phone and Dm'ed Shu.

MystariasRias: I found C/n and R/n making out in the spare, empty classroom beside the janitor's closet and Y/n was gonna walk by.

Seen

--

There were many incidents where Mysta had to pull you aside to prevent you from seeing R/n and C/n kissing, hugging, and doing couple things in the open. This was happening for the rest of the week and you questioned it after the second time Mysta did it.

You were going to the canteen/cafeteria but then you were stopped once you saw Mysta across the hall. This just made you turn to face the other side and walk the longer route.

He was speed-walking to you but you honestly didn't want to be pulled aside once more. 'Not this again' You internally groaned to yourself because you knew that you would end up being in a secluded area with Mysta and miss out on half of your lunch again.

"Y/n wait!-" you were tugged into the embrace of the fox-like boy but your eyes met with familiar ones. It was C/n but looking down, you saw R/n holding his hand, fingers interlocked.

"Oh Hi Y/n, uh we have to get going, goodbye" You were devastated, you found your own rival with your crush. Well, now ex-crush. She always takes whoever you liked in the end. 'How tiring' They were heading in the direction you came from, looking at the as they passed by. R/n looked back and waved while smiling at you then she continued to follow C/n.

Pulling into a hug, Mysta stroked your hair while you just stay there in shock. You were still processing what just had happened. Thinking that all those times, Mysta was protecting you from seeing your own crush with your rival. The person who betrayed you.

Once the information processed in, you began to tear up and cry. Your arms tightened around him, pulling you in by the waist as you let all your emotions erupt. It was comforting as it lasted, you wanted to stay in his warm embrace but he pulled you into the classroom where C/n and R/n had come from. It was where your next class was.

"Use me to get over him"

Mysta,who was hugging you. It was all friendly as you let go of all your frustrations. His hands were wrapped around you like he was protective of you. Then and there,you realised that Mysta was the one who like you for you.

In a whispered tone, the fox like male hushed you with his welcoming voice.

"as you wish"

In all honesty, this was really short and not really well made because I have been sick for the past 2 weeks . I hope you guys enjoyed it regardless <3

--Use me to get over him-pt2 done--

taglist: @yukkitosposts , @gh0stwrl , @hisanory2702

[auroramoon-draws16]

Dr Bright is a Victorian era bitch

Holy fuck I forgot

He’s pretty damn old and that’s hilarious

Why don’t I see this shit more??? Meme man needs historical memes!!!

(Adds this to the list of “my Dr Bright canon” shit)

(So far I’ve got is

- trauma™️ make ha ha funny coping mechanism

-has a breakdown at least twice a week

- will throw his medallion at a bitch for coffee

- half of the List™️ is an inside joke the other half is legit, no one but Jack knows which is which

- he’s a smart boi, but they’re so memed a lot of people forget and get bamboozled at random moments and yes Jack finds this hilarious

- “gotta keep ‘em on their toes” -Jack at some point

- will teeth on his medallion to soothe nerves

- gender? Who she? Jack is an immortal depressed bitch, that’s all you need to know (aka, he’s mostly he/they but really he/any, is this me projecting? Just a little bit)

- they have a green and a red eye, but when switching bodies the one with the medallion keeps the green eye while the clone gets two red, Idk I just like this detail

- have joked about his age, but doesn’t usually

- lowkey can be really sweet, just turns chaotic really fast

- has a soft spot for younger staff and scp, because brother side kicks in, but knows not to let it get in the way of work (mostly)

-my Jack was born in the late 1880’s btw

- has stormed target once on Black Friday with Clef, don’t ask

- has and will drag others into online memes and trends (specifically TikTok because he is that little shit)

[veliseraptor]

been a while since 150 words meme innit. and now that I have finished my exchange fic (woo!!!) and was just looking at some of my other wips and going "huh some of these are good actually, I should get back to them"...and I have some flight time/days off coming up...seems like a good time for a round of this

so! send me a number from the list below (with sample excerpts from the fics on offer this time) and I'll write 150 words in that project. you may send me up to three different numbers if you really can't choose.

mix of CQL/MDZS, Kinnporsche, and some wild cards under the read more

1. Xiao Xingchen was still bursting with questions, but he held them back for now, instead cupping Xue Yang’s face and kissing him. “You don’t have to take me anywhere nice,” he said. “I just want to be with you.” 

Xue Yang made a strangled, choking sound followed by a laugh. “Xingchen, oh my god,” he said. “You can’t just say that.” His face was, Xiao Xingchen was delighted to see, bright red. 

“Why not?” he asked. 

“Why not, he says,” Xue Yang said. “Why not. Because it’s so unbelievably goddamn sappy, Xingchen, I’m getting secondhand embarrassment.”

“I’m not embarrassed,” Xiao Xingchen said, smiling, more than a little pleased with himself. “So you don’t need to be.” (Redux)

2. “Quiet, Felix,” Malkar said. His words cut through mine like a knife through a throat. I could almost taste the blood. I shut my mouth and looked down at my hands. “Look at me,” Malkar said, harder, and I quickly lifted my head again but I couldn’t quite look right at him. My breathing was getting quicker. Malkar hadn’t moved from where he was sitting but the way he was looking at me he didn’t have to, and I knew he could hurt me just fine from over there if he wanted. I swallowed, trying to figure out what he wanted from me. 

“You are an eager young thing, aren’t you,” Malkar said, sort of like he thought it was funny and sort of like he thought I was stupid. My stomach was all hot and squirmy and a little piece of me wanted him to just hit me and get it over with, but Malkar wasn’t like that. (Pygmalion)

3. Porsche called him midafternoon on Thursday when Vegas was reviewing some accounts and trying to figure out where he wanted to start carving out his niche. He was eyeing the wine imports and debating whether the lackluster returns were a result of bad decision-making or meant that it just wasn’t a very lucrative market for them when his phone started buzzing. He glanced at it briefly before picking up, just in case it was someone he really didn’t want to talk to. 

“Hey, Porsche,” he said, running his finger down a column of numbers without really looking at them, feeling the slight texture of ink on the page. “Need something?”

There was a brief pause that brought Vegas’s finger to a halt. Followed by Porsche saying, “the most important thing here is that everything is going to be fine.” (Undercut)

4. People kept telling Vegas he was lucky.

Lucky to be alive; lucky that none of the bullets had hit his heart, lucky that one of them had lodged just right to prevent an arterial bleed, lucky to avoid surgical complications or an infection considering, quote, the severity of the damage.

Lucky to be getting the best care and treatment in state-of-the-art facilities thanks to his uncle’s generosity, so fortunate, Vegas, aren’t you grateful. 

At first, for a while, Vegas was mostly just tired. (post canon vegaspete long(er) fic)

5. “You want to know why I haven’t moved on?” Xue Yang said. “Why you can’t get rid of me, Song-daozhang, no matter how much you want to?” 

Song Lan set his teeth.

“It’s you,” Xue Yang said. “Isn’t that hilarious? I’m haunting you because you’re keeping me here. I made you, and you killed me, and if you didn’t have me you’d really be alone.”

Song Lan shook his head and tried without thinking to speak the words: no, that’s not true. It came out a mess of sounds. Humiliation swept over him when Xue Yang laughed. 

“Forgot, did you,” he said. “I’m right, you know I’m right, you hate me but I’m the only other person now who knows what it’s like. You hate me but I’m the person you know best still left in this shitty world and you don’t want to be alone.”

Song Lan turned his back, resolute, refusing to look at the ghost. His heart was in his mouth; he felt sick. No, he thought. No, it’s not true. I don’t want…

“Blood and death ties people together,” Xue Yang said. “And you and me, Zichen, we’ve got plenty of both between us.” (the poison in your bones)

6. “I don’t think I’m better than everybody else,” Song Lan said. “I never have. I try to…I do my best to live by my principles.” Xue Yang’s silence felt eloquent. “When have I claimed my superiority over others?”

“You don’t have to say it,” Xue Yang said. “It’s written all over you. The way you walk, the way you look at everyone around you like they’re not worth your time.”

Song Lan was surprised by the pang of hurt. “That’s not how I feel,” he objected, but he knew – he’d heard it before, hadn’t he? He knew that people saw him as cold, aloof, unfeeling. They took his discomfort for distaste and his quiet for contempt. He was not Xingchen, who approached the world with an open heart; he never had been, but he had never needed to be. 

“Is that why you hate me so much?” Song Lan said. 

“It’s one reason,” Xue Yang said after a while. “I have plenty of others now.” He paused, and then said, bitter as wormwood again, “besides, even if you don’t think you’re better than everybody else, you definitely think you’re better than me, and you’re not. If you’d lived my life, who’s to say that you wouldn’t turn out just the same?” 

“I wouldn’t,” Song Lan objected, appalled. 

“You say that so easily,” Xue Yang said, his voice muffled, like he’d turned his mouth into his arm. “Like you just know, but you don’t. You can’t.” 

“I know I’m not a murderer,” he said. Xue Yang let out a harsh bark of a laugh.

“Maybe you weren’t,” he said. “You sure are now.” 

That ended that conversation. (Walking Far From Home)

7. “Bringing a full complement of bodyguards would be too conspicuous,” said Khun Kinn. Khun Vegas smiled and Pete thought oh no. 

“I agree,” he said. “But there is room for a plus one. He knows my staff, and most of your bodyguards, but an unfamiliar face…” Khun Vegas’s eyes drifted very slightly in Porsche’s direction before moving back to Khun Kinn. 

Oh, no, Pete thought again, but with a little more despair this time.

“Take Pete,” Khun Kinn said.

Vegas’s gaze swept to Pete, flicked slowly over him from head to toe. “Isn’t he one of Khun’s?” he said. “He won’t be thrilled that you’re loaning out his bodyguard to me.”

“That’s not your problem.”

“Considering Khun,” Vegas said, “it actually might end up being my problem.” (the devil drives)

8. “You’re a disgrace,” Kinn said. Vegas could feel his breath as he spoke. He grinned; it felt wild and barely sane. 

“And yet your family would be fucked without me to do your dirty work.” 

“Our family,” Kinn said pointedly. 

“Only when it’s convenient.” Vegas released Kinn’s shirt and shoved at his chest, pushing him back a step. “Otherwise? As far as your papa is concerned we might as well be your dogs. Or your whores.” 

Kinn’s jaw clenched. “That’s just you,” he said, cold in contrast to the hot anger in his eyes. “And don’t pretend you don’t enjoy your dirty work.”

“Just me,” Vegas said. He felt dizzy, reckless, his pulse throbbing in his ears. Drunker than he knew he was. “Which one, Kinn? Am I your dog or your whore?” (no tenderness)

9. “What’d you do?” asked the guy who’d introduced himself as Jace, who made Xue Yang think of nothing as much as the verb to skitter. Xue Yang drummed his fingers on his legs, considering how to answer that question. 

“I killed twelve people,” he said. “Would’ve been fourteen but one person was out of the house and another one I just fucked up the follow-through.” 

Three pairs of eyes stared at him. Xue Yang felt the corner of his mouth tug a little and he shrugged again. “What can I say, I’m precocious.” 

“Why?” Freddy asked. Xue Yang’s stomach clenched like a fist. He considered giving his flippant answer (I had a bad day) and his make-people-mad answer (they looked at me funny) and decided on the answer his lawyer had tried giving. 

“Just snapped, I guess,” he said. “I don’t really remember. It’s all sort of blurry.” Straight up lie, that. He remembered everything with razor sharp clarity and hoped he would forever. He’d need it. (Caged)

10. Liu Mingyan was a problem. 

If she had to be fair (though Sha Hualing was not generally interested in being fair), she was less annoying than her brother, but that was setting a remarkably high bar, and she was more annoying to Sha Hualing specifically. As far as Sha Hualing could tell, Mingyan-guniang had made it her business to interfere with Sha Hualing’s business at every possible opportunity. Sometimes it seemed like she couldn’t turn around in the Human Realm without running into her, even when Sha Hualing wasn’t doing anything wrong. Or hadn’t done anything yet, anyway. Or at least hadn’t done anything Liu Mingyan could possibly know about. (under pressure)

11. “Xue Yang,” the idiot went on, and Xue Yang’s stomach clenched like he saw Xiao Xingchen’s right hand do. “I don’t know how you escaped your rightful fate, but this time I’ll make sure I personally witness your head rolling in the dirt. And we’ll see what explanation our esteemed Chief Cultivator has for lying about your death.” 

Xue Yang glanced at Xiao Xingchen, trying to read his expression, what he was thinking. If they’d told him then he should be on their side, shouldn’t he? Unless they didn’t believe he hadn’t known, but then why hadn’t Xiao Xingchen said something, made some kind of accusation– 

He was trying to think too many things at once and none of them were getting him anywhere. 

Xue Yang screwed up his face into his best expression of offended confusion. “Who are you and what the fuck are you talking about?” (Entanglement)

[evanescentjasmine]

For the stuck writing project ask meme, 1, 2, and 13?

1. what is the dumbest possible version of the next sentence you need to write?

I am, for some reason, working on several scenes in parallel because when one gets hard I can just jump ship to the next, but basically:

Daniil whyyyyy are you extending Stakh's coat, he doesn't want it, he doesn't, he - Noukher whyyyyyyyy are you dipping your head down to take it between your teeth

[insert cool smashcut to Andrey and Nastya kicking Daniil and Asclepius out of Peter's Loft here]

Hey Aglaya, here's the blueprints you wanted - why yes I DID ignore your telling me to only do things in their right time, I can timetravel bitch.

listen, it said "dumbest possible version" okay I tried.

2. what is the dumbest possible description of the scene you are trying to work on?

Once again, multiple scenes, so:

Artemy would like to not be having an emotion re: Stakh's death, unfortunately his daemon and Daniil and Lara are all conspiring against that. It's awkward for e v e r y o n e, especially when he's now trying to not have an emotion about the sexual/intimacy tension re: his daemon ALMOST touching Daniil's hand again as well.

Snake will stop at nothing to get blueprints from dead man's home. Told to bring said man back to life he takes it very much to heart but until then - assault and robbery! :D

Local thanatologst childishly flexing his time-bending powers in front of woman who wants him dead, is promptly informed he's a toy in retaliation.

13. what’s a song that fits the current mood you need?

oh god I. do not think of music in conjunction with writing so, really, complete silence, but uhhhhhhhh let's see. The first of these is fraught awkwardness, so tbh I think the usual Shelter theme might work well for it, which the wiki tells me is called Window to the Past. It's slow and ponderous and mourning and fits.

Realising this has made me just go digging into the Patho 2 soundtrack to see what might fit for the rest, so I'm taking that as my out. You Aren't Welcome Here goes well with the snake robbery, esp as it has those little plucks or w/e that are reminiscent of the Broken Heart theme.

And for the last scene, hmmm. I'm not sure about this one. The first half of the scene actually feels like it might suit the stranger vibe of the Classic HD soundtrack more, like say the Most Main track, and then when Aglaya drops the news on him it goes straight into Mad Mother Earth because I associate that song so much with just that "Oh Fuck" feeling and it sounds like having bees in your brain. Feels fitting for an existential crisis.

If anyone fancies playing this for themselves, here it is!

[ainyan]

24. How do they relax? Is that a solitary activity, a group activity, or both?

36. What would they gift to their partner or their best friends to show their affection?

42. Let them vent for a second, without the fear of being judged. What would they like to say?

24. How do they relax? Is that a solitary activity, a group activity, or both?

Kal'istae tends to relax best when she's by herself, but she's not adverse to whiling away the hours in the company of her friends or family. Her favorite method of relaxing is to either curl up with a book in bed or before a fire, or to take her basket of plush-making supplies and either continue a project in progress, or make a new one. Lately, such rare downtime has been spent with Thancred or Raha or both of them, at seperate tasks but undeniably together.

36. What would they gift to their partner or their best friends to show their affection?

We've talked before about Kal'istae's tendency to gift those close to her with her plushes, so let's consider how Szah'li offers those very, very rare tokens of appreciation or affection. Although he is currently in the phase of going out of his way to avoid letting anyone close - he's not entirely succeeding. But he's not sure he wants them to know that they've made any progress in befriending him, so he takes the feral kitten route - he leaves his presents in obvious places when they're not around. And, predictably, said presents consists of special rocks, or interesting pieces of wood, or arrangments of plants or feathers bound together to make an ornament.

Count Edmont has particularly begun to look forward finding small gifts on his desk in his office and displays them openly on a shelf he cleared off specifically for the purpose of showing off his young ward's gifts. He's never let Szah'li knows that he knows, and Szah'li has never let the Count know how touched he is to see his latest gift upon the shelf - but they both know.

42. Let them vent for a second, without the fear of being judged. What would they like to say?

Kyszarin's eyes narrow, his ears trembling with a fine rage. "You're so insular and isolated, you've forgotten that you belong to a world beyond your trees. You look down upon anyone who won't follow your narrow rules that you enforce with an iron fist, and any who dare question you are immedately cast out upon the mercy of the world beyond. You deny fathers the chance to know their children; you deny children half of their heritage by refusing them their fathers, and you wonder why every year more and more of the young strike out and leave."

His teeth bare, his violet eyes glinting angrily, then he turns his back in disgust with a gesture of derision - and shoulders hunched, waiting for a painful blow. "We don't need you," he mutters - but his tone is unconvinced. "We don't need anyone but each other."

Original Ask Meme

Thank you for the ask!

[denimbex1986]

It’s the Summer of Barbenheimer and we’re all just living in the shadow of its hot pink mushroom cloud. The double whammy of Greta Gerwig’s Barbie and Christopher Nolan’s Oppenheimer offered audiences one of the most exciting cinema double bills since long before the pandemic, and they came out in droves for both. Now, Barbie is the second highest-grossing movie of 2023 so far, and Oppenheimer, a three-hour biographical drama about the Manhattan Project, has grossed more money than The Little Mermaid and Mission: Impossible – Dead Reckoning Part One.

The frenzy this double bill inspired, from themed parties and cocktails to the best memes of the season, drove home the genuine desire that film lovers had for something they could truly sink their teeth into. Sure, one is based on a toy and the other is a pretty traditional biopic, but both films represented a kind of change that we needed in the pop culture landscape. One such yearning: more stand-alone movies!

...we’ve come to expect a tease for a cinematic universe that may or may not come to fruition. Remember the Dark Universe? Or the six-film King Arthur universe Guy Ritchie was supposed to make? Or the Robin Hood series with Taron Egerton that ended after the first installment? There’s a reason people were wondering if films like Oppenheimer would have a post-credits sequence: because we’re so painfully used to having every movie end with a tacked-on promise for more, whether or not it makes sense or there’s any true hunger for it (and the possibility of an Oppenheimer post-credits scene is faintly terrifying: Which creation of a devastating weapon does it hint at next?).

Why is it now so rare to get a stand-alone film with a beginning, middle, end, and a guarantee of a complete narrative? Yes, us grumpy critics have been complaining about sequel overload for decades now, but things definitely feel different now. You can watch Die Hard and be perfectly satisfied because it existed as its own thing long before the idea of a sequel entered the filmmakers’ brains. It doesn’t spend half its running time setting up hints for future stories and a bunch of story threads that are never paid off. There’s also a distinct lack of adult-focused mid-budget films in the current theatrical market. While neither Barbie nor Oppenheimer technically qualify for this since both films cost over $100 million, they do fit into that increasingly rare niche by merit of their focus on telling a singular story that isn’t dependent on the viewer having to do a ton of homework before tuning in.

...when I see articles offering ideas for Barbie sequels, I can’t help but feel disappointed. Part of what made Gerwig’s film so special was its densely layered, funny, heart-aching, and complete story. You leave the theater feeling so satisfied because you got what you were promised (and so much more). Oppenheimer is complex, with a vast ensemble and most of its lengthy running time dedicated to conversations about physics and ethics that Nolan refuses to dumb down. Why would you ever walk out of that film wondering about plans for an expanded universe? You just know some studio head floated the idea at some point.

It seems like so little to ask for, yet it feels inevitable that Hollywood will learn all the wrong lessons from the success of Barbie and Oppenheimer. Expect more sequels about toys and fewer emotionally driven tales that give viewers exactly what they want. But our hunger for stand-alone stories remains strong. We don’t have the time nor inclination to watch every film we see evolve into a decade-plus commitment that has a strong chance of being abandoned long before it reaches that much-hyped climax. Let Barbenheimer lead the way and remind Hollywood that it’s okay for things to end.'

[thegeminisage]

9 and 49 for the writer meme?

9. Do you comment on stories you read?

not as often as i should. it's a combination of executive dysfunction + being pretty private about my fic reading habits. i could sign out to leave a comment so no one will know it's me but that is SO MUCH WORK to sign out and then back in (sometimes i skip kudos for this same reason, lol). but i usually make an effort to comment on anything i subscribe to, or reread more than a few times. it's part of why i don't guilt trip people about leaving comments - i'm pretty bad about remembering to leave them myself. and it's why i hate the guilt-trippy culture around leaving comments on fics. of course it's great to leave comments when you can, and i love getting them too, but blaming lurkers for people giving up writing altogether is so shitty lol. no one is ever obligated to comment!! if writing only makes you happy if you get feedback then you don't have to do it anymore!! geez.

i guess writing an incredibly niche project like @cambionverse made me realize you don't really need tons of comments on your fanfic, if you have one or two friends who are happy to get excited with you that's more than enough. not to make light of situations where i DO get lots of comments...i'm still humbled every time i even think about the response to broken road. the outpouring of love for that fic was so special and likely something i'll never experience again. but you can't ever predict or manufacture that sort of situation, so it CANNOT be your only motivation for writing, or you'll just bum yourself out :(

49. Do you ever get rude reviews and how do you deal with them?

not very often! every once in awhile someone is rude on purpose or accidentally. i don't like starting conflict, but i don't have any problem finishing it if the other person is 100% out of line. so if someone is rude on purpose i will just be rude back. easy. i love when i get to people dipshits for clicking on a fic they hated and then complaining to me personally instead of backing out. if someone is rude on accident i will grit my teeth in my reply but ultimately be civil, if perhaps a bit chilly. i've been rude on accident too many times not to allow someone the benefit of the doubt lol

[ASK MEME]

[unhinged-crow]

step 1: get good at art step 2: open commissions step 3: charge people in teeth step 4: ??? step 5: profit

[get-shiggy-with-it]

Ch. 2

Shigaraki Birthday Celebration! 18+ MINORS DNI

Pairing: Tomura Shigaraki x fem!reader 

Word Count: 3k

Warnings: reader is marked fem cause Tomura is a little sexist and hates you cause you’re a woman, no pronouns, incel!shiggy, collage au/no quirks, tomura is an asshole, gratuitous swearing, like so much, shiggy has a dirty mouth, mentions of shigs being anxious, brief male masturbation, tags will be added for smut in the next two parts

Ch. 1 | Ch. 2 | Ch. 3 | Ch. 4 | Ch. 5 | Ch. 6

Summary: In which studying is done, unwilling connections are made, and Tomura thinks about the way you smell a totally normal amount. 

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Taglist: @dillybuggg​ (just shoot me an ask if you want to be tagged!

Tomura hadn’t stopped staring at his phone since he left the apartment. It was second nature by now—head down at a nearly ninety degree angle, hoodie pulled up to hide hair he hadn’t bothered to comb in weeks, and phone out, held just far enough away that he could see the pavement behind the screen. 

He’d found that people tended to naturally avoid him this way and he didn’t have to risk accidentally making eye contact. It was still a bit nerve wracking to venture into buildings he didn’t expressly have to for classes, so he was still hesitant to make the voyage from his apartment to the library.  But he’d made the mistake of mentioning plans to his roommate and the bastard wouldn’t leave him alone about it afterwards until he was practically shoved out with the door locked behind him. 

He was half tempted to make up some excuse last minute and go hide out at the only cafe on campus he could tolerate, but Tomura knew he was just delaying the inevitable. Biting the bullet now would help to not prolong his suffering. 

Your text thread glared up at him in stark white on blue as he pushed past a crowd of students by the library entrance and flashed his ID to the attendant. 

Group Project Bitch:

— hey I got us a room on the third floor, all the way in the back

—text me when you’re here I’ll wave you in, it’s kinda hard to find T-T

                                                                                                     sounds good— 

He shot off a quick text to you that he was hoping on the elevator. The other two guys in the lift may have given him a dirty look for only going up to the third floor, but Tomura sure as hell wasn’t going to risk the physical exertion of stares when just the thought being stuck in a small room alone with you for god knows how long already had him sweating. 

When he stepped out, you were leaned against one of the 90s-green shelves, scrolling aimlessly through your phone. He panicked momentarily, thinking he’d have to get your attention cause just walking up without saying anything would be weird right? 

He wasn’t sure. 

He didn’t do shit like this. 

Thankfully, you looked up at the chime of the lift and waved him over. His red sneakers squeaked as they scuffed the linoleum floors and he already regretted choosing his tighter fitting pair of sweats. The tapered legs that hugged his ankles and thin calves rubbed against his skin and stung the raw patches. 

“Hey, thanks for coming,” you said softly and he nodded, following as you began to weave through the stacks. “Sorry it was short notice, graduation’s coming up so I'm swamped with meetings.”

“It’s fine, I didn’t have anything going on.” 

He cringed internally at the way his voice cracked, trying to keep the usual rasp to a minimum. His roommate said it was from the innumerable hours he spent shouting at his monitor or on discord, which was probably true but to you he was sure he just sounded like a fucking teenager. 

“Cool, I’ve been set up for awhile so feel free to move some stuff,” you talked a bit louder now that you’d both stepped into the study room and shut the door. 

Tomura looked around. You’d snagged one of the nicer ones at least, with the big monitors he could cast his screen onto and those comfy chairs he liked but could never beat anyone too on the lower floors. 

You were right, there was shit all over the big table at the center of the room. Notes and printed out readings with highlights galore and sticky notes littering the pages were scattered all over. What a show off. You probably tossed all this stuff out so he’d think you were actually intelligent or some shit. 

Kicking a pile off of the nearest plush armchair, Tomura took a seat and pulled his laptop out. There was a jack in the middle of the table and you plugged yours in to cast onto the big monitor. 

You made a fucking power point for him. 

This couldn’t be real. 

“So I know I ran some stuff by you in class but essentially I was thinking we make like a simple Twine type thing using the rhetorical argument Swift is making…” 

You started rambling again and Tomura almost immediately tuned you out. His eyes drifted between the rough outline you were flicking through on the board and the laptop you had your nose buried in. 

It was covered in stickers, pretty obviously stereotypical for someone as obsessed with being ‘cool’ as you clearly were. But as he scanned through the various old meme phrases and aesthetic shit, he caught a couple of game references he recognized and a panel cutout from one of his favorite manga. 

He almost fell into your trap for a moment, feeling a rush at the prospect of someone—much less a chick—being into his main hyperfixations. 

But it was quickly crushed under everything his years trolling subreddits had taught him. People like you didn’t actually have interests beyond the attention and dick it got them. Plus that manga was pretty popular anyway, you probably didn’t even read it, just thought the line was funny or made you sound quirky. That had to be why you felt the need to drop it in your first texts. 

“What do you think?” you asked, making good on your new habit of startling the hell out of him. 

Tomura blinked, gaze instinctively turning to you but the blatant way you stared made his mouth turn to sand paper, so he looked resolutely back at the color-coded bullet points on the screen. 

“Look’s fine,” he mumbled. 

The more he glanced over it, the more it actually did look fine. A bit more than fine, really, which pissed him off even more. The little choose-your-own debate style story was not a terrible way to make fucking Whatever Swift interesting and it kinda looked like you’d bothered to google some simple coding which gave him a better idea of what you were looking for. 

It was...good. 

And that so fucking annoying. 

Well, he wasn’t sure if annoying was the right word for it, but the proposal coupled with your apparent lack of disgust at working with him made his face hot and that only ever happened otherwise when his roommate left the dishes out for weeks or when some newb on his server fucked up their raids. 

Then, you had the audacity to plop down in the chair next to him and— 

“You can tell me to fuck off if you want,” you began, shuffling in the chair to cross your legs on the cushion, “but I was hoping you’d be willing to show me how you do some of the coding stuff? I tried on my own, but I have literally no clue what I’m doing.” 

He could smell you again, like the whole fucking health and beauty aisle at the grocery store. When he turned his head a bit to look at you around the curtain of his hair, you were crooked—back against the armrest and facing him. 

“Why do you want to know?” he asked, sounding a bit less rude than he would have liked to. 

You just fucking stared right at him though, didn’t wrinkle your nose at how greasy his roots were or how he was wearing the same hoodies as yesterday. 

“I’ve always been interested in it, but my program is kinda stressful and I don’t have much free time so I never learned,” you offered and for once Tomura found he didn’t feel his skin crawl under your unwavering gaze. 

The dry, cracked area around his eyes burned though as sweat beaded on his forehead and he quickly wiped at his face with a loose sweatshirt sleeve. The garment hung off his shoulders, bought a size too big that he never ended up growing into. 

“What’s your major?” 

He found the words slipped easily from him. It was the quintessential question you asked of anyone in college when you met, but he’d never been interested in the answer before. 

You babbled a bit about your specific area of study and your voice was surprisingly not as infuriating as he remembered it being before. It was softer, he thought, than when you were soapboxing in class about the sexist implications of old as fuck poetry—it had a less grating quality and was almost pleasing to the ear. 

Or Tomura would have said that if he thought you deserved the compliment. 

But, obviously you didn’t. 

So he didn’t. 

He just pretended to care about what you were saying and didn’t hang onto every word at all. Actually he was more enraptured in the way your lips moved when you talked. You used your hands a lot too, but his eyes were ensnared on the way your mouth quirked and dipped, at the occasional flash of your tongue between strong teeth. When he leaned in a bit, he could smell your breath too: fruity gum and the remnants of whatever you were always drinking in that loud as fuck cup. He wondered now what exactly it was, so he could buy it and get a better idea of what you mouth might taste—

Nope. 

No, see this was exactly what he wasn’t supposed to be thinking about. How were you doing this to him? What a fucking slut. 

Tomura steeled his nerves as you started explaining the extracurriculars you did on the side. 

“My roommate freshman year actually started a gaming club and so I’ve gotten more into that over the years,” you explained, pointing at the stickers on your laptop case. 

“Are you talking about The League?” 

“Yeah, I didn’t know if you’d heard of it,” you shrugged.  

He knew of the gaming club on campus. He’d thought about joining when he enrolled but the allure of anonymity online gaming provided was too strong. Plus his discord server didn’t have annoying weekly meetings. 

The thought of you, up late and illuminated by the blue light of a tv screen, tucked away in one of the basement rooms in the media building was...strange. It also prompted an array of new images—you in those fucking cat ear headsets, seated in his lap as he trashed you in Mario Kart which was even stranger. 

Tomura had to physically shake his head to dislodge the thought. 

“Uh, we should probably work on this right?” he cringed at the way his voice cracked compared to your own, smooth tone. 

You should narrate those fucking sleepy time mediation things. His roommate used to hide wireless speakers in his room and blast those when Tomura stayed up too late. It was annoying as shit then, but if it was you talking, he probably wouldn’t have minded so much. 

Or no, no he would definitely mind. 

Yes. It would have been worse if anything. 

“Oh shit, you right. It’s been like two hours.” 

He glanced down at his laptop and saw that it had, indeed, been two hours since he got there. He’d willingly spoken to you for two goddamn hours. It felt like no time had passed at all, but the sun was definitely setting, the overhead fluorescent bulbs taking over as the main light source in the room. 

Weird. 

So you settled back in your chair, typing away like you always did, but the sound wasn’t nearly as frustrating as before. Occasionally, you’d glance over his shoulder and ask questions about what he was working on, but mostly the two of you settled into a comfortable silence. 

This pattern continued for the next few weeks. As the weather warmed, you began to show a bit more skin. He never worked up the nerve to comment on the thick expanse of bare thigh that tapered off nicely into your calf, or the curve of your arms not hidden behind knit sweaters—hell even your fucking shoulders were hard not to look at. 

Maybe all those high school dress codes weren’t actually so full of shit after all. Cause he was definitely distracted by the way your neck swooped into the exposed skin of your shoulder and down your back on more than one occasion.

Did all girls know that? Was it some kind of massive conspiracy to crumble the patriarchy or some crap to go flashing bare shoulders everywhere? 

Regardless if you really were trying to hypnotize him into liking you, Tomura stayed resolutely in his monochrome, long sleeved attire, and if you noticed the behavior you never said a word. 

Never said a word about his allergy ridden skin, peeling lips or scarred throat. Never commented on his terrible posture or said his eyes were creepy. Even when he’d occasionally toss a negative remark your way, you never retaliated maliciously. Just brushed him off with a jovial ‘don’t be a dick’ and a playful, but hard slap to his chest or the back of his head. 

The two of you always met in the same, secluded room on the third floor. You’d talk with him in class sometimes or shoot him texts about random bits of inspiration or a late night game memes, but for the most part, your conversations were confined to that room. He found he preferred the study room ‘you’ best. You weren’t as stiff. There was more of a solidity to you, like he’d seen when you told off that Kai bastard. 

It...grew on him. 

He was irrationally anxious that there would be a time when you couldn’t secure this particular room—with it’s big monitor and comfy chairs and less annoying ‘you’—but he’d been reassured after your third work session. 

Someone had knocked softly at the thick, wooden door and a head of wild, bright pink hair peaked around the crack. 

“Sup bro,” the intruder quipped, as they stepped fully into the room. 

“Hey, Spinner,” you mumbled back, looking up momentarily from the essay portion of your presentation before going back to typing. 

Spinner had seemed to notice him at that point and offered a small wave in his direction. “Oh hey, sorry, thought you were alone,” he said quickly. 

“Nah, this is Tomura,” you said, glancing up again and jerking your thumb in his direction. 

Tomura nodded and tugged at his hoodie strings to stop from scratching under the newcomer’s gaze. He’d gotten used to you, but other people still made him a bit nervous. 

“Nice to meet you,” Spinner had a nice smile, bright and flashy when he spoke. He leaned against the door and crossed his arms, looking around the room. “You got the nice one, huh. How’d you manage that?” he asked. 

“Yeah,” you half closed your laptop and stretched a bit. “Jin was working the front desk, so I’ve just been bribing him with vending machine snacks.” 

“He hasn’t gotten himself fired yet?” Spinner laughed incredulously, but not unkindly. 

“Surprisingly not, but he’s completely corrupt now,” you were picking at the cuticle of your thumb and Tomura fixated on the way the skin split off at the nail. Just like his. “A couple packs of chips and a Monster and I get the most bitchin study room whenever I want.” 

“Damn,” Spinner chuckled again and Tomura really wished that he’d leave already. He was beginning to feel himself fading into the upholstery as the conversation left him in the dust. The divergence of your attention away from him or the project was even more annoying that you were. “Well, are you coming to The League meeting tonight? We’re busting out a Smash tournament.” 

“That’s tonight?” you asked, eyes perking up but sliding subtly in Tomura’s direction. “Sorry, I think Tomura and I are gonna be working on this project for a while longer and I’m kinda burnt out. But next time, yeah?”

Spinner rolled his eyes but nodded and kicked off the wall. “That’s not very sexy of you,” he chided and waved a hand in parting. “Gonna work yourself directly into the fucking grave.” 

“Jokes on you, I welcome death.” 

You buried yourself in the screen again and Tomura actually felt a bit grateful for you ending the conversation before he got too painfully awkward. 

But Spinner stopped before he left, looking Tomura up and down from the frayed strings of his black hoodie to the tips of his worn red sneakers. 

“Nice to meet you, man,” he said with a wide grin. “Feel free to tag along next time if you want, we always need more players.” 

The door clicked softly shut behind him and Tomura relaxed back into the silence.

He did end up tagging along—though he spent most of the time hanging off your heels like a lost puppy—to the next meeting of your gaming club and the one after that. Frustratingly enough, he learned that your interests did also extend into skills as you almost bested him in a few rounds Smash. Your profile, lit only by the flashing screen lights, was even more striking outside of his imagined imitations. 

So much so that it found its way into his head late at night when he was too tired to log onto his server. So much so that it had his cock growing firm and tenting his grey sweats without even the visual aid of his go to porn clips. So much so that sometimes, he felt inclined to do something about the throbbing between his legs. So much so that he thought about the way you picked the skin by your fingers. How it looked like his. How your hand might feel like his but softer. Smoother around the edges. With your sweet voice whispering in his ear, making him whine and pant and spill white ropes of release onto his stomach. 

But it was only because you were hot. 

And you were practically begging for him to jack off to the thought of you with those outfits and liking all the shit he liked and noticing when he shrunk away from conversations or including him in them when he started to feel that awful sense of fading into the background. 

Yeah. 

Everybody jerks it sometimes to their group project partners if their ass is nice enough. 

Right?

[catzula]

Focus (on me)

Request (by anon): Congratulations on 400 followers! Can I get Oikawa with 34 from your prompt list? As fluffly as possibe and maybe lil suggestive please :)) THANK YOU!

A/N: Of course, and thank you sm for participating in the event! This was so much fun to write ngl since I’m in love with this dude, like I can’t even explain. I hope you like this!

Warnings: one curse word, is it suggestive? jelaous Oikawa beware / first time I wrote something this short, it’s 1.3k

Synopsis: Your boyfriend isn’t very happy about you spending so much time on a school project with this guy, and he is determined to get your attention somehow

( [F/N] stands for friend/name! )

You didn't know why your teachers were suddenly obsessed with making break-out rooms or group projects, but it was getting frustrating at this point. 

You had at least two projects from almost every subject, and you never even found the idea amusing or rational. Group projects were time-consuming, annoying, and especially hard for socially anxious people. 

You were at least glad that you were paired with someone you knew this time, unlike your past two experiences of being paired with people you only knew by name and nothing else. So it might've been true that you were a little more enthusiastic about working with [F/N] since you always liked him a bit more than you did others.

You both got along perfectly, had much in common, and you often found yourself bursting into laughter at something he said, laughing till your stomach ached. 

Of course, none of this went missing from your boyfriend, Oikawa. 

At first, he was also glad you finally got to do a project with someone you liked. He laughed when you laughed, watching you with a warm gaze as he sat in the corner of the room till you finished the project or said it was enough for the day so you could go cuddle watch a movie with your boyfriend after.

But then he noticed your meetings started to get longer and longer, well aware of how you often swayed from work and had a conversation instead. And when you weren't on a zoom meeting with him, Oikawa found you texting each other. Of course, it was nothing serious, harmless, friendly texts and memes (he had to admit the guy had taste... the memes were hilarious), and it was mostly about school or how you were doing. And even though knowing all that couldn't stop him from getting jealous, he couldn't simply go and tell you he was jealous, could he? 

So he decided to solve this his way.

"Hey babe," Oikawa entered your room, his voice loud and the word 'babe'  emphasized so the guy could hear clearly. "Oh, hey, Tooru." You answered back. You were sitting on your bed as you took notes to the notebook next to you. The guy was also doing the same on the other side of the screen.

Even though you didn't greet him back with 'babe' like he hoped you would, he was still grateful for the smile you offered him. "Are you still working on the project? The one about that book you read? What was its name again... Brother's something?"

"Brother's Karamazov." The guy corrected Oikawa, causing him to make a face as he wrinkled his nose in distaste. "Yeah, that." Oikawa muttered as he settled beside you on the bed.

"Tooru? Did something happen?" You couldn't help but finally ask when he stood quiet and watched you and your friend work, pouting or huffing whenever he talked. 

"No? Does something needs to happen when I visit my girlfriend?" Your boyfriend protested (once again emphasizing the girlfriend part), taking your free hand between his larger ones as he played with your fingers. "Well, no, but I've never seen you so interested in my projects." You told him with a giggle, smiling softly when he started to draw hearts on your hand with his fingers.

"Well, maybe not your projects, but I'm interested in you." He muttered to you with that look that sent shivers down your spine. "Tooru!" You told him with widened eyes, your gaze flicking to your screen in embarrassment. 

"What are you doing?" You hissed between your teeth when he leaned even more towards you, causing your friend to fake a cough in awkwardness. "I'm just showing what's mine." Your boyfriend growled back, only then making you realize what this sudden possessive behavior was.

"Tooru?" You snickered, not able to suppress your mischievous smile, "are you, perhaps, jelaous?"

"Do I look jealous?" He asked, but the angry look in his eyes had already answered for him. "I'm sure he got it." You whispered, "Just let us do the project, 'kay?"

Even though a pout formed on your boyfriend's lips to your answer, he still shook his head and retracted a bit further away from you, not, however, dropping your hand.

"Um, where were we again?" You asked embarrassedly, since, even though you acted like it didn't, your boyfriend had affected you a lot. "We were talking about (...)"

"Oh, yeah. So as an argument to that, we could say-" You hitched a breath in when you felt something soft and warm on the tip of your fingers, something that oddly reminded you of Tooru's lips. You sent a glance at him, only to meet with his dark brown eyes, looking at you sneakily despite the innocent smile on his lips your fingers were tracing, and knowing damn well what he was doing.

"What?" He asked innocently. "You should concentrate, baby."

You cleared your throat, "Y-yeah, um, as I said, we can argue about how in Dimitri's trial, Foyodor... Um, I- I mean-" You gritted your teeth at the soft lips tracing your fingers, leaving trails of kisses on your palm and wrist, climbing it's way up.

This was torture. Pure torture, how you didn't know where the next kiss was going to be, how slow and soft he was kissing you, how you needed to focus but couldn't, and that was exactly what Tooru wanted.

"Tooru!" You whined, turning your microphone off, when his lips climbed up your arm, getting closer and closer to your neck. "What? I'm not doing anything!" He protested. "And you should be focusing." He emphasized the word focus. 

Yes, focus. Focus on me. Oikawa thought as he smiled slyly and kept climbing your arm with kisses that drew you mad. 

"Hey, Y/N- are you okay? You sound a little... flustered. We can do this later, too." Your friend told you, of course, Oikawa purposefully stood out of the frame, so your friend only saw you.

"Yeah, Y/N, are you okay?" Oikawa asked, looking at you from underneath his lashes, his lips now almost on your shoulder. 

"I'm- I'm okay, let's continue." You gritted your teeth as you turned your microphone on, hoping Oikawa would stop before he moved even further since if he even moved an inch, your friend would be able to see him and his mischievous smile, something Oikawa had wanted from the start.

You held your breath when Oikawa's lips traced your shoulder, making you shudder under his touch, his now a few shades darker eyes locked on your computer screen, at your friend who was watching him with widened eyes and a red face.

"I- um, this is probably not a right time, so maybe we should postpone..." your friend muttered, making the lips that were now on your neck thug upwards.

"I'm- you're right, I'm sorry about this- hey!" You warned your boyfriend when he bit the soft skin of your neck, but you heard him giggle in answer. 

"I'm gonna get back at you for this, asshole." You told him just before his lips closed on yours and made you gasp under his touch. Eyes automatically closing and arms wrapping his neck as you pulled him closer, you had already forgotten your friend's presence, melting into the kiss. But Oikawa was more than aware of him watching you with widened eyes, and even though he loved to see the defeated look in his eyes, this cute, flustered face of yours was only for him to see. 

So without breaking your lips apart, Oikawa averted his eyes to the screen, a snicker making him smile into the kiss as he clicked the red button, finally able to give you his full attention.

[smolchildlevy]

A Day Off

Karasuno x F!Reader

(Not including the side characters sorry.)

Warnings: suggestive, fluff, language

A/N: This is part 4, and I still have so much in mind I- Well anyway, this is another long one.

It was just another regular, boring day in school. Doing projects and so much work. It was tiring to say the least.

It’s a Friday. The team is supposed to have a Saturday practice.

You’re in your last class, 8 minutes before the dismissal bell sounds. Everyone is chatting and on their phones.

You get a notification. “I wonder who it is” you think to yourself.

You decide to check it.

-1 Message from Captain ✨-

“Oh, it’s Daichi”

Captain ✨: Y/N, can you head to the gym early? You don’t have to, but I asked everyone to since I have an announcement.

Y/N: I’ll try. My teacher likes me so I’m sure she’ll let me go if I tell her why.

Captain ✨: Good! See you in a few :)

Y/N: See ya! 😊

-Captain ✨ and Y/N are offline-

As you thought, your teacher was more than happy to let you go a little early.

You head to the gym once again, curious as to what Daichi has to say. On your way, you spot Asahi, who was buying water from a vending machine.

Walking up next to him, you say, “Asahi! Do you wanna walk together?”

“AH- oh. It’s just you Y/N..sorry.” He laughs, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. “But yeah, I’d love to.”

“Great! Let’s go see what Daichi wanted us for.”

Side by side you proceeded to walk to the gym, chatting along the way.

Opening the door, you notice everyone’s there. “Maybe it’s a practice match with another team later?”

The both of you head to the group.

“Okay! Now that everyone’s here I have an exciting announcement to tell you.” Daichi declared.

“What is it Captain?” Asahi questions.

“Coach told us we have a break day tomorrow! So, Suga and I decided to go to the beach in Tokyo.”

“YAY!!!” Hinata, Noya, and Tanaka exclaimed.

“Tch.” Tsukishima hissed.

“Sounds fun, but I can’t go.” Kiyoko smiled.

“Awww ok. But yay! Beach day!” You grinned.

After a while of discussing the plans for tomorrow, Daichi tells everyone to pack up clothing and everything else they needed.

~~TimeSkip~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

7:00 am

It’s the day of the trip. After a long night of deciding what to bring, you hop off your bed and put everything in a [insert favorite color] bag.

Then, you get ready— getting dressed, brushing your teeth.

You had put on an nice outfit. (Pick one of these ^ ^)

Walking over to the meeting point (the front of Karasuno), you put on some music in the headphones you were wearing, humming to the song.

As you approach, you hear two voices shouting.

“I GOT HERE FIRST!!”

“NO I DID BOKE!”

You identify the voices as Hinata and Kageyama.

“SHUT IT, BOTH OF YOU!” You hear Suga yell.

They see you approaching and immediately calm down. Then the automatically blush at how cute your outfit looks on you.

“THE PRINCESS HAS APPEARED!” Noya declares.

“Hey!” You sang.

They all say hello to you. Right after that, the bus arrives.

“Y/N, Can I sit next to you?” Suga asks.

“Sure! As long as I can sit next to the window!”

“Mhm! Let’s go.”

“HEY NO FAIRRR!” Hinata complains.

The rest of the boys glare at Sugawara. But he just looks back and smirks.

“Lucky bastard...” Tsukishima mutters.

Both you and Suga sit in the back of the bus together.

On the way, you and Suga watch memes on his phone (with headphones) and laugh at them.

~~~~~~~TimeSkip of a few hours (sorry-)~~~~~~~~~~

10 am

“Everyone get up, we’re here.” Daichi exclaims.

One by one, you all get off the bus.

“Where do we put our things?” You question.

“Oh, the coaches booked us rooms in a hotel. The problem is that it’s three per room with one having four, so we have to decide who goes where.” Suga points out.

“Oooh. Well why don’t we write our names down on paper and mix them?”

“Good idea! I have a notepad in my bag so we can use that.” Suga offers.

He takes it out and writes everyone’s names on small pieces of paper. Then, he puts it in a small empty pocket on the side of his bag.

“Y/N, why don’t you draw three to see who are the first roommates?” He asks.

“Ok.”

You pull out the pieces in sets of three. Daichi writes down each room and who is in it.

Here’s the groups:

(Yes I wrote them myself but I accidentally forgot Suga lol)

“YEA! I GET TANAKABRO!” Noya approved.

“Why do I have to get Saltyshima?!” Hinata murmurs.

“Oh god, this is gonna be chaotic..” Kageyama grumbles.

“Yay! I get Captain, Asahi, and Suga!” You squeal.

Daichi, Asahi, and Suga mentally congratulate themselves for getting this opportunity.

For a second, you thought it was funny that you get a room with the third years.

“Okay, now that it’s been settled, let’s go check in and set our things in our rooms.” Daichi ordered.

You all head to the hotel and check yourselves in.

“After we get settled, get changed into your swimming outfits and we will meet in the front of the building.” Suga advises.

Walking with the third years, you go into your room. After opening the door, you notice something.

“Uhh there’s only three beds.” You say, also noting they are queen sized.

“W-what?-“ Asahi stiffens.

“Coach didn’t tell us that-“ Suga defended himself.

“I guess two of us could lay next to each other.” You shrugged.

“I suppose.” Daichi sighs.

“Daichi I’ll lay with you since you’re the closest to me right now!”

“O-okay then, if you’re alright with it.”

“Dang..” Suga says under his breath.

Once talking it out, you decided to lay with Daichi. But since it’s a queen bed, you wouldn’t be that close so even though the other two were bothered by it, it wasn’t that bad.

—After putting your things down—

“Y/N, do you mind if Suga, Asahi and I go first? It’s so we can make sure everything is in order after we change.”

“Sure! I’ll remind everyone to bring sunscreen and stuff.”

One after the other, they get changed in swim trunks and a shirt and walk out to check on the others to see if they’re doing alright.

Then, you go and change into your swimming things.

Choose one below:

When you were done changing, you put on some clothes over it. (You would take it off when getting in the water.)

You get a text from the group chat saying they were all going to the front.

Smiling to yourself, you walk down to where they said to go.

~~~~TimeSkip to when you get to the beach~~~~~~~

12 pm.

“Ok! Go put down your stuff and you’re free to go!” Daichi affirmed.

“Yes!” Everyone replies.

Everyone goes off on their own, some immediately running for the water.

“Hey Suga, I’m gonna go to the bathroom to put on sunscreen since I forgot. I’ll be right back.” You mentioned.

“Be careful.” He tells you before going to the water.

You skip your way to the closest bathroom near the beach.

Grabbing your sunscreen, you put it on while making sure it’s in every right place. Then, you take off the clothes over your swim suit and put it in the small bag you were carrying.

“Heyy.. where’s Y/N?” Hinata asked Suga, upset that he doesn’t see you.

“She went to the restroom to put on sunscreen. She’ll be back in a second.”

“Dumbass forgot to put it on.” Tsukishima commented, with Yamaguchi snickering in the background.

“Language.” Daichi warns.

After finishing what you were doing, you happily walk back.

“Sorry I had to go for a sec guys!” You apologize.

“It’s alright Y/N-“ Asahi says, suddenly tensing up and becoming flushed.

“What’s wrong Asahi?” Noya questions loudly, then he looks where he was looking. “Oh.”

The rest look away from what they were doing, and look at Noya and Asahi before looking at you.

Just then, their faces become just as red. (Noya, Tanaka and Kageyama even have nosebleeds I-)

“Y-you look nice Y/N!” Yamaguchi spoke up.

Everyone nods.

“Thank you!” You grin while getting in the water as well, a faint blush on you since you’re around several shirtless men.

The day goes really well. Everyone, even Tsukishima, had fun.

3:30 pm.

Now that everyone has gotten tired, you all decided to go back to the hotel.

“I wanna go to a restaurant! My treat of course.” You gushed.

“You don’t have to-“ Suga tries to say, before you but him off.

“I insist! Come onnnn”

“Ok, sure. Let’s do it at around 5:45 pm.”

“YESSS,” Hinata and Noya exclaim.

When you get back, you watch TikToks on your phone and vibe until the time you go to eat.

After eating at the restaurant, they all thank you as they head back to their rooms.

Today was a great day.

Ahhh this took me forever sorry (￣∀￣)

I enjoyed writing this part though

[wastelandcth]

empathy - cth

summary: a wedding date with best friend!calum leads to new discoveries. 

anon requested: maybe a lil wedding date imagine with best friend calum to your cousin’s wedding or somethin 🥺🥺 and possibly the cheesy best friends to lovers trope!!

author’s notes: this one was fun to write, i haven’t done anything outside of the doves for a few weeks so it was a nice break! also, the origin story to the empathy hoodie, what more could you want?

masterlist || request

Calum was always down for a good time. That was one of the main reasons why you two had managed to become so close in your friendship. Whether it was spontaneous sleepovers with wine and crappy movies or going to the beach on a cloudy day to see if it would rain, Calum was always one text away. You were grateful for that, because moving to Los Angeles on your own had been such a scary and new adventure and you met Calum your first week there. It was almost like some magical force had blessed you with him because you two instantly clicked and you found yourself wanting to learn more about the guy with brown eyes who had spilled his oat milk next to you at the grocery store. 

It was even more of a blessing now, when your mother had called you a few weeks before your cousin's wedding to inform you that you needed to bring a date to the big day. Normally, that wouldn't have been an issue, but since you'd recently broken up with your partner of a few months and dating in LA was just an obstacle course not ready to be dealt with. So when you texted Calum two weeks before the wedding begging him to accompany you as your date, you almost cried in relief when he asked when you'd need him to pick you up.

The drive to the northern part of California had been eventful. Calum had decided that leaving a day early would give you enough time to explore some of the small towns along the Pacific Coast Highway. That day was filled with karaoke while watching the ocean waves pass by the car, eating way too many french fries, and laughing over memes and tiktoks. It felt carefree, the anxiety over the fact your family was about to meet one of your best friends soon gone as the sunset lit up the sky with pinks and oranges. Calum had stopped at a motel with pink walls that seemed to blend into the sky, the car coming to a stop in front of the lobby as you sat waiting for him to come back with a key.

You were watching him from the glass doors, chuckling as he smiled at something the receptionist had told him. He was wearing his favorite hoodie, a green one that you'd embroidered for him one day while you were both spending the spring day together. He'd been having a hard time writing at home so he asked if it was okay to go over and try to find inspiration there. You'd been working on a present for your sister's birthday present, an embroidery of her dog, when Calum had shown up. He'd sat down next to you while you both quietly worked on your own projects, the warmth from his body making you lean into him without even realizing it. It wasn't long before you had convinced him to take off the plain green hoodie he was wearing and let you embroider something on it. 

"What are you thinking of doing?" he asked you, a smile on his face as he watched you pull the fabric tight on the hoop. 

"Empathy,' you nodded, "Reminds me of you."

The warm feeling that settled in your stomach that day was something you hadn't felt before when you had been around Calum. It felt like when you had laid in the sunny grass a few months back when Calum had promised to show you around the city for the best spots to find peace and quiet. It was warm and safe and everything you'd never had before.

"We should get some dinner," Calum mumbled as he got back into the car, taking you out of the warm memories, "I saw a few places down the street that looked promising, maybe we could check them out?" 

"Yeah, of course." you mumbled and nodded, trying to forget the warmth in your chest. 

The wedding ceremony had come and gone, vows and tears shed from both sides of the family. Calum had clapped and grinned down at you as the groom and bride walked down the aisle, squeezing the side of your waist as he led you out after everyone started to walk towards the reception. Meeting your family had been less eventful than you had imagined, everyone seeming to take to Calum almost as easily as you had. Your mother had proceeded to tell him how much she had appreciated that you had a friend in LA and your father had talked with him about the latest news to come out of the soccer world once Calum had informed him that he also tried to keep up with league news. 

After dinner, which had mostly been your parents chatting with Calum while your sister snuck in teasing glances when Calum's hand found a place on your thigh. The warm feeling hadn't gone away since the day in the motel. The harder you tried to push it away, the more you noticed it. At dinner, whenever Calum's eyes met yours, you couldn't help but blush and lose track of whatever story you had been telling. During the ceremony, his hand had been in yours, the warmth of his body keeping you calm as you noticed the usually bounce of your nervous leg calmed down. 

"Do you want dance?" Calum whispered in your ear at one point, everyone else who had been sitting at the table had left, leaving just the two of you alone. His hand was still on your thigh, squeezing the exposed skin gently as he raised an eyebrow at you.

"Y-yeah, dancing sounds fun." you whispered and cleared your throat as you stood up with him, leading him over to the dance floor. 

Calum's arms were the best place on Earth, that's all you knew as you both danced the night away, your bodies pressing against one another as the songs slowed down and more and more people left. Your eyes met Calum, a smile adorning his face as he sang along to whatever song was playing, your mind was too busy trying not to blush as you leaned your forehead against his. A second passed between you two, both too afraid for things to change but both too eager to let anymore time pass, before your lips met one another. A sigh left Calum, making you eager to press your lips to him again when you felt the strong arms around your waist pull you closer. 

The moon was still high in the sky when you both walked out of the ballroom, Calum's hand wrapped around your waist as you both made your way back up to the room somewhere on the fifth floor. Your head was laying on his shoulder, a shiver running through you as you stepped into the room and were met with a gust of chilly air. You slipped off your dress in the bathroom, letting the silky material pool at your feet, and changed into whatever pajamas you'd managed to grab from your bag before you had rushed into the bathroom to give yourself time to think about what had happened that night. Calum was sitting on the edge of bed, his curls a mess as he looked up at you. The green hoodie sat next to him, his bottom lip stuck between his teeth as you watched the gears in his brain turn. 

"You seemed like you were cold, I thought you would want to wear it to sleep." Calum mumbled after a few seconds of silence, his fingers fiddling with the loose thread of his sweatpants. 

You nodded, taking the hoodie and slipping it over yourself, Calum's scent engulfing you as the green hoodie brought the same warmth you'd been feeling for the past two days. Calum's hands found their place on your waist again, pulling you closer into his embrace, and it wasn't long before you were on his lap. Your hands rested on his shoulders as you both looked at one another, something unspoken passing between the two of you before your lips met and Calum leaned back onto the bed with you in his arms.

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[astringofmadhousefloozies]

Magicam Live

Vil’s guest is a pest. Contains coarse language, people being catty bitches, and more telling than showing.

You want more, check my Twisted Wonderland Fanfiction tag. If you liked it, let me know!

~*~*~*~

Transcript of Last Week's Magicam Live From *schoenheit_official

Vil: Hello my dearest fans! As promised, I will be showing off my newest capsule makeup collection, to be released this Monday exclusively at Feathersweep Cosmetics. However, due to high demand, instead of simply demonstrating on myself, I thought I would show that anyone could be half as beautiful as me with these!

[He holds a hand out to the side.]

V: Please welcome my fellow student at Night's Raven College, Yuu.

Yuu: Yo.

[A girl with short, dark hair and tired eyes sits down beside him. Spotty and plump, with a notable double chin. She's notably underdressed, compared to Vil.]

Y: I am she. I'm *donegotisekaid, if you haven't seen yet. Full of genuine memes from another universe, as well as me figuring this place out, and pictures of my not-cat.

V: She's simply been begging me for a makeover!

Y: He asked me if I'd do it, actually.

[Vil stops and takes a deep breath, clearly irritated.]

V: Yes, well. You've prepared?

Y: I scrubbed my face real good and managed to leave most of my pimples alone, if that's what you mean.

[Vil sighs]

V: As much as you're capable of, clearly. We'll start with the primer.

Y: [with a smile] Didn't you already give me one on how to act in this?

[Vil pinched the bridge of his nose, regret pouring from every cell in his body.]

V: Just lie back and be quiet until I'm done with you.

[Yuu looks at the camera, but says nothing. There's an audible snicker from behind the camera.]

[There are a few quiet minutes where Vil prepares her face, before selecting a foundation.]

V: So, is there a reason you don't wear makeup? You could look quite nice with it.

Y: Few reasons. It's a lot of effort, and I tire easily. I don't really like the feel of it on my face, and I tend to touch my face a lot anyways, so it doesn't last. It's a lot of money, and I break out very easily.

V: I can see that. Don't you use face wash?

Y: You should have seen me when I did use it! Much worse.

V: Ugh. I'll give you something later. And none of these have a good tone for you.

Y: Just pick the closest! I'll end up wrecking it by a few hours from now anyways.

[Vil rolled his eyes.]

V: Rook, any questions from the chat?

[A familiar accented voice from offscreen]

Rook: *stellargems wants to know how Yuu found herself at NRC.

Y: Transdimensional bullshit. I'm here until we figure out how I can get home. It's not bad, I don't miss it much.

V: Yuu even has her own dorm so she doesn't have to bother anyone.

Y: Not that it stops me.

V: [sotto voce] Don't we all know.

Y: If they kept you in a building with four usable rooms total and no electricity, you'd be out and about too. At least the ghosts there are really nice and help me out.

V: Do you kiss these ones too, or was that a one time thing?

Y: If I hadn't kissed her we'd be down a student and you and half the people I hang out with would be paralyzed, so don't make fun.

[Vil stops to regard the camera.]

V: To clarify, there was an incident with a ghost princess causing a lot of trouble at the school a few months ago. Yuu decided to kiss her to fix everything, because she's both stupid and deeply strange.

Y: It was really fun until I started dying.

V: All her blood was on the outside. It was disgusting.

Y: It did work though!

V: Keep telling yourself that, you didn't kiss the one you really wanted to.

[Yuu gives him the finger, and Vil shoves her hand down.]

R: *vilpleasefathermychildren asks-

[Yuu sputters with laughter. Vil just winks at the camera with a smile that doesn't reach his eyes.]

R: They want to know if there'll be a coupon code for the new release.

V: There will! It'll be released via the official fanclub email Sunday night.

Y: It'll be a whole three percent off and you have to pay to access it.

V: Stop that.

Y: [sweetly] No.

Rook: *getterbackback wants to know what your shirt says?

Y: Yeah, hold on.

[She stands and pulls the shirt out to be seen better. It says in large letters, I'M CUTE AND I BITE]

Y: You can do one yourself if you take a dark shirt, tape the parts you want covered, and scorch the area around it with diluted bleach. I've done a few of these, a few designs more than once.

V: Destroyed them?

Y: Nah, Lil wants at least one of every one I do.

V: [to the camera] That would be our fellow student Lilia Vanrouge, from Diasomnia.

Y: He's pretty great. He's *elderbatbrat if you want to look him up.

V: Sit back down so I can figure out which blush to use.

Y: Pinks and corals work best for my skin tone.

V: I thought you didn't wear makeup?

Y: Why do you think I know wearing it tires me out? It's not something I ever did a lot because of the effort.

Y: Except for highlighter. it's basically sparkles and it's light, so I like that.

V: You remember that, but not your proper name?

Y: Ain't life grand.

R: I'm getting several questions about that. Would you care to elabourate for the chat?

Y: Yeah. I don't remember a lot about where I'm from. Culturally? Lots. What I like? What I don't like? Everything. Names and places specific to who I was? No. And don't ask me to think about it too hard, I get the worst fucking headache and I stop seeing right.

V: You've never seen right in your life.

Y: Oh, fuck off, Vil.

[Vil stops blushing one cheek to point.]

V: Stop that.

[Yuu responds by biting at his finger with an audible click when her teeth meet, laughing hysterically as Vil pulls back in shock.]

V: !!! Dreadful little monster!

Y: Yeah, but you're the one who thought you'd get more views if I was here.

R: We indeed just surged another 20,000 views and counting! Excellent work, Yuu.

Y: Thank you, Rook.

[Vil looks ready to explode.]

Y: I won't bite again, that was just too easy. Please continue, I do want to see what magic you can do.

V: This is regular makeup.

Y: Metaphorically, you jackass. 

R: *rosemassacre wants to know if you're always like this.

V: She's always this horrible.

Y: Vil first saw me and called me a dumpy little potato. I told him it's because I'm great all ways and everyone wants a taste, and slapped my ass at him. He's been obsessed with me ever since.

V: I am not obsessed with you.

R: You go into a rage over her at least once a week.

V:  She can't go a week without being a pest.

Y: I went three after you kicked me out of the movie club.

V: You can't just project violence on the walls of Pomfiore because I said we weren't going to watch it!

Y: Vil, it was The Texas Chainsaw Massacre 2, and it is art.

V: A man gets sawed in half in the first ten minutes.

Y: To an absolutely bangin' soundtrack. Oh that reminds me. Ad time, hold on.

[She wiggles a little before puting on her best customer service face.]

Y: If you want to access media that is quite literally from another world, please go to MonstroMedia dot com and sign up! There's ebooks, movies, tv, music, and more. Much of it is horror, sci-fi and fantasy, as it's from my person collection of media brought with me on my laptop and backup drives. You can use the code SHOENHEITSAYSWHAT for the first month free!

[She put her hand up and lowered her voice to a conspiratorial tone.]

Y: I completely understand piracy, but I'd appreciate if you paid because this is the only way I get spending money, and I can only bat my eyes at these boys so much before they expect something in return for gifts.

V: How'd Ashengrotto talk you into that one?

Y: He was going to make me start paying for all the food I eat if I didn't.

R: *waterwitchesbetgitches says, and I quote, "so like if ur the only gal at NRC how many boyfs you have"

Y: So many. At least twenty. Even more if there were girls here.

V: That is a gross exaggeration. She has maybe three, if we're being very generous on the definition.

Y: [points] And he's mad he's not one of them.

V: [squinting] You are absolutely dreadful and I can't understand how you're so popular.

Y: I like you too, Vil.

[Vil pauses, visibly taken aback.]

V: ... Thank you.

V: You know you're going to have paparazzi on your tail now, right?

Y: Aw, shit.

R: *insertmagicamhandlehere wants to know what's on your neck.

V: An antique chain with an attached charm specially made for me by Soleil Atelier.

R: I believe that was for Yuu.

[Yuu snickers, as Vil looks for himself. When her collar is pulled down, it fully reveals a vicious set of hickeys with visible toothmarks.]

V: Eww.

Y: You should see the other guy.

V: Eww!

[Vil takes a moment to recover, while Yuu laughs.]

Y: That could be a second part! Everyone needs that tutorial. "Bruise Coverup How-to by Vil Shoenheit: For when you just can't keep them off of you."

[Vil mutters something under his breath that sounds suspiciously like "nerds shouldn't be allowed to fuck"]

Y: Then where would your fans be?

V: At least there's only setting spray after this and then you can leave.

Y: Won't you get bored without me here?

R: One last question! *shroudstreaming has asked... well, there's a lengthy keysmash and an all-caps "why".

Y: Ah. Hi, babe!

Y: Hey, everyone go follow him, he's a total fucking babe and he refuses to take my word for it, no matter what I do to him-

[Vil sprays setting spray directly in her face, leading to Yuu coughing.]

V: No taste at all, and gross to boot. 

Y: Asshole.

[Vil offers a mirror]

V: No. Miracle worker.

[Yuu looks... well, the same, but with an even, well made-up face.]

Y: ... Aww. You remembered I like sparkles.

V: Less likely to scrub it off if you actually like it.

[Yuu's admiring herself for a few moments in silence, with Vil watching, quite pleased.]

Y: Hey, can I do you next?

V: Absolutely not.

Y: Ask the chat.

V: No.

R: Chat says yes.

V: [With a visible eye roll] Ugh, fine. 

Y: Aight. Take your shirt off.

V: What.

[Yuu brings up a case and flips it open. Inside is a magazine with a gory cover, and various things like fake blood and liquid latex.]

Y: Alright kiddies. You wanna learn how to slit a man's throat?

[Vil gets up and walks away without another word.]

Y: You said I could! Get back here!

[Yuu follows. Rook emerges from behind the camera.]

R: That's it for tonight, ma belles. Next time.

[Magicam Live ends, but not before audible yelling and scuffling, quickly cut off.]

[veliseraptor]

been a bit since 150 words meme and since I’m having a fuck of a time focusing and self-motivating still apparently...well, external help it is

send me up to three of the numbers below and I’ll write 150 words in the designated project

1. “You have a very dim view of the world,” Xiao Xingchen said. 

“I’m right about it.” 

“Hm,” Xiao Xingchen said, and then, “I suppose it doesn’t change anything that I saved your life.”

“That’s you,” Xue Yang said bluntly. “And if you’d known who I was right off, don’t pretend you wouldn’t’ve left me right there.”

Xiao Xingchen’s expression flickered, then steadied. “I did know,” he said. “I brought you here anyway.” (the backyard is full of bones)

2. He fumbled to get the door open and bolted. He didn’t stop until he was on the sidewalk outside, breathing in deep gulps of night air. His heart was pounding and there were weird shivers running up and down his spine, like chills from a fever.

He made it halfway home on the bus before his head started to clear, though even then he still felt shaky and strange, a little like he’d just been sick, or fainted. That was also when he realized that he’d left his coat on the floor of Xue Yang’s apartment. Xue Yang’s apartment, which he’d just run out of, like an idiot, after a blowjob and a handjob.

He put his face in his hands only to discover that his fingers still smelled like sex. (Redux)

3. His injuries were not minor. If Xiao Xingchen hadn’t found him when he had, within the day he probably would have died. He wasn’t at risk of that anymore, but the damage to his leg had cut through the muscle almost to the bone, the stab wound through his shoulder had only narrowly missed piercing anything life-threatening or crippling, and at least four of his ribs were broken from what, as far as Xiao Xingchen could tell, a truly brutal beating.

“Oh, yeah,” the stranger said casually, when he asked. “Pretty spectacular. You’d think I’d dishonored their mothers, or something, how hard they were going at it.” 

He sounded almost amused. As though it was something funny. 

(Xiao Xingchen didn’t find it entertaining at all. He knew that some people dealt with their pain by making light of it, but it still seemed wrong to be quite so cavalier about an attempt on your life.) (Bedrest)

4. “You killed the Chang Clan,” she said. Swallowed, and added, “all of them.” If she thought about that too much it made her feel sick and shivery, so she didn’t. It was cowardice, but it was a cowardice she allowed herself. 

“Yeah,” Xue Yang said. “Everyone there, anyway, I guess one of them survived.” And now his voice was a little different, too. A little harder, a little colder. Still casual, though, as if he was indifferent to all that death.

“Why?” 

It was like watching a door close behind his eyes, rendering them suddenly opaque. The curve of his mouth dropped out of a smile and then pulled back into one that was sharper, meaner. 

“He asked that too,” Xue Yang said. “Your didi.”

Jiang Yanli didn’t think she needed to ask which. “He did?” 

“Mmhm. Only one. Thought that was kind of funny that no one else was even a little curious.” He laughed, sharp like his smile, and Jiang Yanli felt a little as though she was swimming in a lake full of things with very sharp teeth. (this world is gonna break your heart)

5. He did end up having to listen to Xue Yang loudly and thoroughly working Xiao Xingchen over until close to midnight, and couldn’t decide if he was being teased or being punished. 

“Hope we didn’t keep you up,” Xue Yang said the next morning, with a shark’s grin as Xiao Xingchen quickly tried to bury his face in his mug, and Song Lan decided it was almost certainly teased. (heel, stay)

6. Xue Yang cracked his neck to one side and paused, curling one hand around the pouch that held Xiao Xingchen, suddenly wondering if there was any chance that being around this much saturated resentment might be bad for him. 

No. He should be well insulated where he was. Safe. 

Shaking off the brief prickles of unease, Xue Yang moved on. The ground here had been cleared, sort of, but he didn’t have to look far to see the places where bones still lay barely covered by thin grass and brambles. (a symphony for the departed)

7. The evil thing was going to bring Xiao Xingchen back.

That was what he said, anyway. A-Qing knew it was something he could do, hypothetically. I’ve done it before, he said. I’ve raised plenty of corpses and one conscious one so there’s no reason I can’t do it again. 

She should run. Xiao Xingchen had wanted her to. But Xiao Xingchen was gone and her only chance of getting him back, maybe, was the bastard himself. Xue Yang. (the people are gone and the place is empty)

8. Song Lan gestured at Xue Yang’s right shoulder. Xue Yang let out a bark of laughter. “Are you asking if I’m okay? That’s sweet.”

Song Lan felt his face twitch and controlled it before it turned into a scowl. He stared at Xue Yang, waiting, hoping that he would read it - correctly - as his expecting a response. 

“I’m fine,” Xue Yang said, tone turning snappish. “I’ve taken worse than one angry fierce corpse throwing me around a little.”

Song Lan felt a strange twist of discomfort. For a split second it crept into his mind that Xue Yang was badly wounded and functionally his prisoner. He was still dangerous, even with their tentative truce Song Lan didn’t trust him.

But Xue Yang had just helped him, even if it was his fault Song Lan needed it in the first place. There is punishment, and there is cruelty.

What would Xingchen think to see you now? 

The pang of guilt was gone even more swiftly than it had appeared, though it left a sour aftertaste. (Walking Far From Home)

9. He moved back to give Xiao Xingchen a little space - he’d probably wake up upset, after all, and Xue Yang didn’t want him to do anything he’d feel bad about later. Sat down at the table, folded his arms and rested his chin on them, settling in to wait. His eyes fixed on Xiao Xingchen’s chest moving up-down, up-down. 

It’d been a near miss. He hadn’t expected Xiao Xingchen would pull something that stupid. 

But it’d worked out okay. And everything would be fine now. (xxc survives and it isn’t fine)

10. “What’s your name?” he asked, a sudden shiver of fear running through him. “I don’t remember-”

“Yeah, that’d be because I never told you,” his friend’s voice said after a very brief pause. 

“You didn’t?” Xiao Xingchen said. That seemed odd. Wouldn’t he have asked? He supposed if someone had been reluctant to tell him then he wouldn’t want to press - but if they were friends… 

“It’d be great,” his friend said after a more lengthy pause, “if you told me that you were playing dumb about now.”

“I’m not,” Xiao Xingchen said immediately, though his stomach was sinking. 

“Yeah,” his friend said. “I figured. Unfortunately. Fuck.” (xiao xingchen + concussion)

11. “I told you,” Lan Wangji said. “I would give you rest.”

“Enlightenment,” Wei Ying sneered, and laughed, high and cold. “It’s always the same story with you, isn’t it? ‘Come back to Gusu, Wei Ying. Let me play music for you, Wei Ying. Let me fix you.’” 

The mockery stung him more than he expected. He had told himself that he’d be prepared for cruelty, but hearing it aloud in Wei Ying’s voice, however altered, however much he knew that angry ghosts were not the same as the people they had been in life–

It cut toward the heart of his own regrets. What he knew of his own shortcomings, meticulously catalogued over three years in an icy cave, and now spat back at him from the person he’d failed. (the fair and the brave and the good must die)

[galactic-pirates]

I don't know if I've sent you an ask for this meme (the fun meta asks for writers), so here we go: 2, 3 and 4 please! (copied for your convenience:)

Tell us about what you’re most looking forward to writing – in your current project, or a future project

What is that one scene that you’ve always wanted to write but can’t be arsed to write all of the set-up and context it would need? (consider this permission to write it and/or share it anyway)

Share a sentence or paragraph from your writing that you’re really proud of (explain why, if you like)

No I haven't had any asks from this meme just yet. Only just reblogged it. Very pleased to get this! Always fun to answer! So thank you very much :)

2)Tell us about what you’re most looking forward to writing – in your current project, or a future project Hmm I suppose I like the big scenes, where there's some kind of revelation, the best. There's a lot of set-up sometimes to get there but then the pay-off when it all comes together can be great. I'm writing one of those scenes at the moment. James (Watson, from Sanctuary) is about to go off about the Warehouse's more dubious decisions especially re: HG and I feel bizarrely vindicated somehow (over empathising with the characters perhaps lol). But just yes, somebody needs to tell them.

I have other such scenes later in the fic, like when HG and Myka finally talk, I have pages and pages of notes about their feelings and it's going to be a real challenge to work it in naturally. Sometimes I think I should just make a meta post instead haha. The same really with Artie and MacPherson exploring more about why the Phoenix showed them different things and what that means re: why MacPherson made all the choices he did. I have so much thoughts about this, so many.

This fic also has such cool visuals. For a while when it was untitled I was calling it the Italy + Egypt Adventure, and I had such strong images in my head of the sand, of the sun, of the ocean spray, of the dusty old scrolls, and of the hidden caves and tombs. So I'm looking forward to writing it but at the same time I feel like I can't do it justice, like what's in my head is not going to translate well to the page :/

3) What is that one scene that you’ve always wanted to write but can’t be arsed to write all of the set-up and context it would need? I have to be honest I don't really have one. I have plot bunnies, and sure there are scenes in those that I really want to write (sometimes the scene that inspired the idea) but it's the second half of the question - the "can't be arsed to write the set-up" because no, I have written tens of thousands of words in the past just to have the pay-off for that one scene, and I'll write tens of thousands more to bring other scenes to life. I can always be bothered. Whether I ever get round to it (due to plot bunnies multiplying exponentially) is another story, but it's never because I can't be arsed.

4) Share a sentence or paragraph from your writing that you’re really proud of (explain why, if you like) You know what I'm going to share the sentence I just wrote because I'm cackling I love it so much.

“You remember, Nikola,” James began with feigned casualness. “HG spent time as a denizen of the bronze sector, that bastion of inhumanity the Warehouse dares to call mercy.”

It has everything. It's like I'm going to pretend to be polite but nope there's a big old dagger of spite in those words. The kind of in-draw, suck in breath through your teeth because did he really just say that? Yes he did and the gauntlet is thrown down.

Unfortunately it's like how do I follow a sentence like that? Claudia is wide-eyed and keeps looking at Artie, Pete is surprised and also waiting for Artie's reaction as like a cue for what to do/say. Myka though, oh Myka agrees, she feels vindicated actually that someone else has finally said it. Oh man I have such thoughts about Myka. I think I might need to switch to her POV soon, perhaps that'll help me move this scene along? I wrote a oneshot about Myka leaving the warehouse during my fanfic dry season and I have so many notes about her coming back and her motives and feelings. It's going to be a challenge to basically not just info dump my meta haha, but I will try.