#why are. why my thraot like this

[gracieblood]

committing suicide twelve times for assorted reasons

[luna-spacedoodles]

can my body just like. stop being sick. its been weeks get a hold of urselffff

[flowersdaggersviolasandblood]

Assassin with a Heart of Gold

Name: Admaer Daeneiros (He/Him)

Race: High Elf

Class: Rogue (Assassin)

Background: Criminal

WARNING, SPOILERS AHEAD

Ok, I thought I was done, but apparently not lmao. This will be the last one, I promise! So I decided I wanted to give my characters a partial rest, just to see if I can milk out a Admaer/Astarion scene. Only to FINALLY get a dream sequence scene from my Guardian. Of course, the set up begins with Admaer feeling sick as a dog and Lae'zel nearly attempting to kill him. He tapped into his tadpole and convinced Lae'zel to lay down her arms, that she will not be a failure in her queens eyes if she continues to fight.

In EA (Early Access), after this scene, this would be the moment everyone took to sickly talk with one another, but not here. It immediately get straight into the action. It's really a "you had to see it to believe it" moment. It's no longer the grassy plains and nearly beautiful ruins. Now, it's a galactic war near a skull like structure while Admaer's Guardian is quickly healing us, to an extent, to prevent the tadpole from changing us.

I wanted to wait until the Guardian came about to explain this, so here we go! In Forgotten Realms lore, Elves do not sleep, sorta kinda. Instead, they go into a meditative state that they call "Reverie." This is a trance like state they will fall into that acts as "sleep" for them. It's why Admaer and Astarion sleep the way they do with their fingers posed as if they're in a meditative state. In this trance-like sleep, they sleep for less hours and the reexperience their previous experiences as a mental exercise so that they may be better than they were before.

(I am a Pathfinder lore fan by heart than a Forgotten Realms fan, so I may be incorrect here, so take what I said above with a grain of salt)

Now, Elves can fully sleep if they wish, but Reverie is much preferred because they get a full nights rest for 2/3rd the time and are mentally aware of their surroundings while in this state of mind. The only time Elves would indulge in sleeping is if they're seriously ill, injured, or exhausted.

However, Admaer hates being in his trance sleeps. Sleeping in such a way brings him back his many years of slavery, abuse, and trauma. So he much prefer sleeping as normal. However, even in a full state of rest, he cannot escape the night terrors that plague him, which leaves him waking up in a pool of his own sweat and panicked. So damned if you do, damned if you don't.

The Guardian is based on someone Admaer met centuries ago. A Human woman named Alex. Alex wasn't a slave, more so a mercenary who went where the gold was plentiful. When Admaer met her, he was well into his assassin years and the pair would help each other from time to time. They would become friends-with-benefits, but Admaer was slowly growing genuine feelings for her. He would not get to confess, however, as Alex would die while exploring a dungeon.

Admaer felt foolish for wanting such a relationship and believing that his life was finally turning up for him, so it jaded him further. To see "her" again was a eerie shock to him and he doesn't know what to think or say about the dream.

Admaer is unsure if he should indulge in using the tadpole and unlocking the potential of the parasite, yet with all that's happened, he's starting to feel less and less in control, especially after that incident with the dissonant voice. EDIT:

Ok, I just couldn't contain myself, I did one more partial rest just to see what other scenes I may or may not have missed, and apparently, the lesbians are finally making up!

I got a cut scene of Lae'zel & Shadowheart arguing over the artifact and how Shadowheart and her people stole this heirloom. You have the option to interfere, Admaer did not. He just saw it as another night of their pointless squabbling and just wanted to rest. That was until he woke up to see Shadowheart ready to slit Lae'zel's thraot. Admaer was able to convince Shdowheart to chill the fuck out and recognize Lae'zel's use to the group. The pair was able to make a temporary truce, deciding that their anger is better used when it's against their enemies.

[diaryujin]

here's my thoughts on how this would go!

@lifelesslino x lee know: minho would be the cute and quiet cashier who makes the most perfect drinks and hestia would be a regular customer. he was so starstruck by her beauty and mannerisms when she came for the first time, but it took him a few more times to actually strike up a conversation. soon they became besties, and minho starts giving her free drinks...with little encrypted notes on the cup each time to try and confess! it would take some time for her to get it, but oh boy when she does...it's such a gooey, sweet love ><

@nwjws x jungwon: both of them are like complete strangers who dislike each other because their friends told tall terrible tales about the other person. to their (slight) horror they were both paired up for the same event at the same time and they both were hosting it. something goes horribly wrong (an ambush maybe) and forces them to hide somewhere tgt, most likely in an elevator. they get to know eo better, and then mimi drives him home because why not yk

@rk1stars x riki: she hates men. riki, a japanese menace, sees her gorjus ass and tries to pull a rizzki, only to be kicked in the balls teehee and then they despise each other from then onwards until a school trip or something like that and then they're partnered together because that's how that shit works. star and riki are practically at each other's thraots until one of them saves or helps the other for smth and then they realize that 'hey, s/he's not that bad...'

@cholexc x sunghoon: sunshine x grumpy is so them and you cannot change my mind. she's like glitter and sparkles and fluffiness and joy while he's...dark and broody (#emo) and reserved, like rain or dark clouds. they meet through a mutual friend, and sunghoon was a little '😐' around her at first, but chloe's consistent positivity and cuteness melted him i fear...it ends up with her being the only one he's affectionate and vulnerable with

@atrirose x sunghoon: these two would definitely NOT sharing the same vibes at first, and imo sunghoon is enough of a hater to make seiu his enemy after that...but this his parents are on his ass to get a gf, so who else is better to ask to pose as one than her?? she agreed finally when sunghoon reluctantly agreed to buy her a cat. not much affection, only for show, and break up after a month for some dumb reason. fortunately, that flopped, because seiu alr had a crush on him and he developed one during the relationship !!

@okwonyo x jake: popular x nerd personified. jiah is the star of the show wherever she may be, everyone knows her. she's just THAT girl. everyone knows jake as well bc he's cute and a good tutor. jiah first found out about jake when a friend yapped about how handsome he was, and slowly became friends with him after seeing him around often. he started hanging out with her and her friends and he always goes 'uhm askshually ☝️🤓' whenever they say something, and while others find it annoying she finds it cute and likes it (and him).

@leaderwon x jungwon: he's luna;s secret admirer, sending love letters and her favorite items/snacks every three days or so. what would make it funnier is how she has one sided beef with him for some reason over a really old argument. jungwon knows that and he's been trying to subtly make amends and confess bc he's got a huge fat crush on her but he's too prideful + shy to actually sign his name on the love letters or talk to her for a while

@fertilizedtoesw x jay: THE forbidden love trope. cleo strikes me as a fighter, not giving up when the entire world is against them, not giving up even when he does for a few moments. no matter how much everyone tries and tries to break them apart because 'they're not meant to be' or 'he/she deserved better than you', they will always stay by each other's side, never leaving until their last breath because they know that nothing can break them, not even the strongest pressure

MOOT GAME: " make up a trope for your moots and their biases. doesn’t need to be romantic. can be crackfic/funny/anything you want ^ㅇ(๑>◡<๑)ㅇ^ "

ANON I LITERALLY LOVE YOU SO MUCH. ANON I LOVE YOU. FINALLY

only doing moots i’ve talked to!

i know too many jungwon/sunghoon stans

@lifelesslino x lee know as coffee/boba shop au

@nwjws x jungwon as forced proximity

@rk1stars x riki as enemies to lovers

@cholexc x sunghoon as sunshine x grumpy

@atrirose x sunghoon as fake dating

@okwonyo x jake as popular x nerd

@leaderwon x jungwon as secret admirer

@fertilizedtoesw x jay as forbidden love

I have an explanation (somewhat) for my choices, lmk if y’all wanna see it TT

[amber-isnt-a-precious-stone]

First time hearing Ukraine's 2021 eurovision entry:

After listening to it 10x in a row on spotify: SIYU SIYU SIYU SIYU

[kynrki]

SUPER SAD SONGS!

021. confrontations!!!!!

WARNINGS: swearing

its was 6pm, and kazuha had walked into the gym right on time. she looked around and saw sunghoon. she smiled and ran up to him and gave him a tight hug. “hi sunghoon” she said as she smiled at him.

she then heard a sound. it sounded as if someone make their thraot clear. she looked around and saw sunoo and her smile dropped but it quickly picked up as she didnt want anyone to notice. but sunoo did. “hi sunoo” she said with a fake smile. sunoo nodded.

“what did you wanna talk about?” she asked as she looked back at sunghoon. anyone could clearly see how she had heart eyes for him. “well uh-“ “cut the shit, whats your issue kazuha” sunoo cut sunghoon off as he crossed his arms.

“i-i- i dont know what you’re talking about” kazuha laughed nervously. “let me see” sunoo said as he stood up and started walking around the girl in a circle. “threats to sakura about doing all this? ruin all yn’s opportunities? oh and lets not forget, making sure yn didn’t debut? does any of those ring a bell?” sunoo continued as he stood right in front of kazuha, slightly looking down at her with a cold expression.

“w-w-what? how do you even know about all those things!” kazuha shouted in frustration. “we know alot, now are you gonna explain yourself?” sunghoon said as he looked at kazuha with cold eyes. she felt her heart break slightly. she had lost. she truly had. it was like the world was working against her in all ways. “agh that stupid bitch yn, if she wasn’t here then none of this would have happened. dont you see, she ruined my life! she took all the opportunities i could have had, even you sunghoon. im in love with you, but ofc you had to like her. she took everything from me, now its my turn to make her pay.” kazuha said as she grabbed her hair in frustration.

sunoo and sunghoon sat in silence for a while. “why” sunoo asked after a looking at sunghoon for a bit. lazuha sighed softly. “im so tired of being in yns shadow. she was always the one that did the best no matter what, but i’ll give it to her, she practiced hard for everything. she did her best so that she could excel and you could see it but im jus so tired of yn taking everything away from me. the thing that makes it worse is that when she didn’t get the debut spot, she didn’t even seem sad about it. she instead said i deserved it and carried on with her life like normal again which to me is such a huge thing to do. if i didn’t debut i would probably be crying rn yk?” kazuha said as a few tears dropped from her eyes.

“but dont you think you’re going the wrong way about this? like youre creating all this jus so she could feel some sort of remorse but cant you see its not working. yn would’ve shown so much already if it was different but she isnt. and that’s because shes a mentally strong person.” sunghoon said as he felt bad for kazuha.

“i know i have no excuse for what i did, i jus think i was so blinded by the fact that i got it and she didn’t that i wanted her to feel bad. as if all her hardwork went for nothing and that she was useless. it felt so good being in power for once.” kazuha said. “i understand but you need to realise that not everyone is the way you are and how you think.” sunghoon said. “i hope you know this means im not forgiving you at all, but thank you for telling us all this. you need help kazuha. you’re not mentally okay” sunoo said as he sighed and left the gym.

“sunghoon?” kazuha said after they sat in a while in silence. “hm” he hummed. “im sorry” she said softly. sunghoon sighed and walked towards the door. “i shouldn’t be the one youre saying sorry to. youve caused years of healing to sudden be ripped open again. yn needs the apology not me. i hope you know management will be told about all this.” sunghoon said coldly as he left kazuha in the room alone.

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PAIRINGS — idol!park sunghoon x idol!fem!reader

SYPNOSIS — yln yn and park sunghoon are sworn enemies ever since highschool. unfortunately for yn, she had undeniably huge feelings for sunghoon and wrote love songs for him. now they both are out of school, one being an idol, the other still writing songs in the comfort of their home. what happens when yn accidentally leaks one of her songs that miraculously ends up blowing up? and why does her voice sound so familiar to sunghoon?

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[dcbutinamrev]

Twelve, anger, for Lams

Hehehe. Angsty lams. My favorite-

Modern au for this one but with their historical apperances of course.

Not as angsty as I had hoped it to be, but at least it's still something-

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Seventeen-year-old Alexander Hamilton huffs out a breath as he leans back against his chair at his desk in his dorm, running a hand through his tangled auburn hair, massaging his brow as he lets out a yawn, checking the time on the bottom right corner of his laptop.

12:45 AM.

He groans again and flops his head down on the desk, letting his arms completely drop at his sides and bangs his head over and over again and whimpers. He's been sitting in this same exact chair, staring at this computer for more than he should, working on an essay for Mr. Washington, not only his English teacher at King's High School but also his foster father. Yet, despite his powerful way with the English language and its words, Hamilton could not somehow come up with words. For once, he's actually speechless.

Hamilton groans as he tips his head up, resting his chin on top of his desk as he stares back at the screen, grimacing at the bright light despite the dimness of the lamp on his desk. He wants to stop. He wants to take a break. But he knows that if he does so, he will never have the inspiration or motivation to pick back up where he left off.

He sighs heavily sitting back up, cracking his knuckles and craning his neck side to side, quaffing down his cup of coffee in one gulp and cracks his knuckles before continue typing once more, soft music blaring in his ears to help him concentrate.

"Oh my God, George," Hamilton grumbles as he types away, his fingers jittery. "Why do you do this to me?" A scoff, which sounded more like a laugh. "Your own son!"

Hamitlon huffs again and continues nonetheless. After roughly ten more minutes of work, Hamilton smiles to himself as he hears the bed creak from behind him and the bedsheets ruffle. He glances over his shoulder and he feels all his burdens wash away when he sees his beautiful Laurens asleep on their bed, his legs curled up to his chest, the bedsheets up to his chin as he snores, his face buried into his pillow, his golden honey hair flowing around him like a halo.

Hamilton's angel: John Laurens, his boyfriend and a military man.

Hamilton sighs and saves his document before finally decides to call it a night, turning off the lamp and straightening his workspace before finally being able to get into comfy pajamas before clmbing into thier bed. He lets out a long sigh, followed by a deep yawn as he tries to cover it with the back of his hand. But fails.

Hamilton smiles softly as he gazes up at his dashing soldier. Tucking wisps of blonde hair out of his eye, cradling his hand against Laurens's jaw, leaning up to press a kiss to his lips. Hamilton pulls back slightly and frowns when he hears a soft ding. He furrows his brows, shifting slightly so he could see Laurens's phone on the bedside table, wondering who on Earth could be texting him this late at night.

After a few seconds, Hamitlon crawls back down, brushing it off. He curls himself agaisnt Laurens's arms, his head just beneath Laurens's chin and closes his eyes.

It's about forty-five minutes later, does Hamilton hear the ding again. More digging coming through. He groans irritably and snaps his eyes open, his back agaisnt Laurens's chest now as his arms are around Hamilton's waist, his cheek against Hamilton's shoulder. Hamilton grunts and shifts around as he crawls over Laurens to figure out just who the hell is texting his dear Jack at nearly 2:00 in the morning.

Which is a mistake.

Manning: I am your girlfriend, Jack. I am and will always be.

Hamilton's heart stops, his breath catching in his throat as he reads the name "Manning" and the word "girlfriend." He glances down at the sleeping blonde before back at his phone in Hamilton's hand.

He never recalled Laurens having a girlfriend during the time they've known each other.

Manning: I am to be engaged to you. As your wife by the end of the school year.

Hamilton gasps, nearly dropping Laurens's phone but catches it. He flops back down onto his side of the bed, watching the screen, his eyes blinking fast and chest squeezing.

Manning: Your father arranged me to be your wife, John. In hopes it would cure you. And in all honesty, I hope so too. As you were truly made for me. Not him.

Hamilton doesn't know what to think. Doesn't know what to believe. He glances at Laurens and then back at the phone in his hands before back at his Laurens and then back at the phone again. He had never been in a realtionship with anyone beisdes Laurens. He had never had sex with anyone but Laurens. In the school's eyes, Hamilton is truly the most kind and trusting person.

But to this...this...Manning?

To Laurens?

"Is all of this real?" Hamilton whispers to himself.

"Is all of what real?" a deep rumble coming from beside him.

Hamilton yelps, Laurens's phone flopping onto the bed, hiding under the covers. He glacnes down to find Laurens smiling softly, his cheek in his palm and his strong, muscular arm around his waist. Hamilton swallows and pulls Laurens's arm off before rolling over onto his side, his back facing Laurens.

This catches Laurens by surprise. "Alex...?"

Hamilton doesn't respond. Just stares blinking at the window above his desk across from him. He grimaces and hisses when he feels Laurens's hand on his bicep.

"Alexander...? What's wrong?" Laurens asks, his voice pleading.

"Who the hell is Manning?" Hamilton grumbles through clenched teeth, his voice tight and flat.

Laurens stiffens, wanting to explain himself for not telling Hamilton about his arranged girlfriend in which his father gave him in hopes it would "cure" him but news flash, it didn't. But in all honesty, Laurens was a coward. He was afraid for if he did tell Hamilton, he would lose him.

"Alex..." Laurens begines but Hamilton cuts him off.

"No. Don't 'Alex' me," Hamilton hisses, rolling over onto his side to face Laurens. "Just get to the fucking point. Who the hell is she?"

Laurens doesn't reply.

Hamilton only shakes his head, sitting himself up. "Why didn't you tell me? Why didn't you tell me about her?"

Laurens ducks his chin, avoiding Hamilton's eyes.

"John..." Hamilton tries, his voice calmer.

Laurens sighs as he turns back to face him.

"Was anything you said real?!" Hamilton snaps. His chest starts to heave as he fumbles over his words, tears blurrying his eyes as he tries to understand, tries to comprehed. "The future you invisioned us having? Us, graduating high school and college together, you proposing to me and marrying me and becoming your husband. Us raising a family...is...is...is all of that...was any of that real?"

"Alex..." Laurens huffs, trying to reach for Hamilton's hands but Hamilton yanks them back towards his chest and glances over his shoulder, sniffing. He feels somethig wet trickle down his cheek. Laurens sighs and clears his thraot. "I don't love her."

"Bullshit," Hamilton scoffs, rolling his eyes.

Laurens shakes his head. "No. I'm serious. I don't."

"Then...then why--" Hamilton slowly cranes his neck over his shoulder, his vision blurried.

"It was arranged," Laurens admits. "My father...well...my father thought it'd be best to get me a wife in hopes it would cure me of this...of us..." He gestures with his hands at the both of them. Laurens ducks his chin towards his chest once more. "I was a fool. A coward for not telling you about Martha. I was...I was afraid..."

Hamilton sniffs and crawls closer towards him. "Afraid?"

Laurens nods sheepishly and glances over his shoulder. "After Kinlcoh...Francis...my ex...I also thought it would help, in all honesty. But you. You showed up."

Hamilton smiles sheepishly to himself, his cheeks flushing with color. Laurens grins slightly and presses his lips to Hamilton's forehead.

"And you changed my life," Laurens continues, leaning against the pillows as he wraps his arm around Hamilton, Hamilton resting his head on Laurens's shoulder as he listens to his voice. "You changed my whole life, Alexander. I love you." Hamilton looks up at this. "I love you so much. And only you. I should have told you sooner, but...I was a coward...all I can do now is hope that you wil forgive me. Though I don't fully expect you to forgive me instantly, in fact I understand if you need more time--"

Hamilton cuts Laurens off with a kiss, pressing his lips firm to Laurens.

Hamilton pulls away slowly and strokes Laurens's cheekbone. And chuckles. "John...you ramble."

"My apologies," Laurens laughs nervously, scratching the back of his neck before turning to Hamilton, his expression softening and his smile fadiing. "I truly am sorry, my dear boy. You know I never intended to hurt you. I'd never. I'd give you my life."

Hamilton feels his lips turning upward as he nods in agreement, grasping Laurens's hands in his. "And I'll give you mine."

"My dear boy," Laurens huffs which sounds like a laugh as he lays back against the pillows, pressing his cheek against Hamilton's head, kissing his temple. Hamilton curls up beside him.

"I'm yours forever, Jack."

[virtual-luvr]

Get ready for an explosion

Pairing: Peko x Reader

Pronouns: Gender neutral; they/them

Warnings: mentions and use of cigars, swords, and explosives. Some curse words here and there and the use of the word 'murdered'

Description: peko and fuyuhiko seem to need some help with a certain entrance and they decide maybe some dynamite and an expert can help

Note: ¡important to note the readers ultimate is that they work with explosives!

I couldnt find an actually name for it sorry, also this was requested!! thank you so much for requesting guys it means so much

Sorry if Peko is a bit ooc😔

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Monokumas taunting giggles rang through out the room

I look around, inspecting the people around me, still wondering how we even got into this situation

"Hehe how about you kids explore the island!!" Once again he erupts into a fit of giggles, his words going through one of my ears and swiftly going through the other

I really didn't listen to him

Everyone was wary of eachother, some more tense then others

After a little while of talking most of us slipped into tiny groups

While each group went to the beach or any other place to hang out i actually took monokumas words and explored the island noticing how most entrances were locked

I try not to stray from the actual path of the island but something catches my eye

I see Fuyuhiko and Peko talking, they werent arguing or anything but it felt off to see Fuyuhiko not spewing different insults at somebody for once

I slowly but surely try to walk past them, trying to act like i didn't see anything

But suddenly i hear a voice behind me, calling out.

"(Y/N) over here"

I look back and Peko is waving at me moving her hand in a "come here" motion

I walk up to her and Fuyuhiko mumbles something I didnt quite catch but guessing him it was probobly another insult

"So we found something and since you work with explosives i thought maybe you could help us out somehow"

We trudge through the sand in silence, it wasnt the longest walk but my feet were a bit tired from walking around the whole island already

Peko points at something and i look up

Near the shore i see a big entrance to a cave, but it was blocked just like all the gates

I tilt my head to the side, looking at both Fuyuhiko and Peko

"What do you want me to do?"

"You idiot, we want you to open it up so we can see whats inside" Fuyuhiko says angrily at me

"First of all, shut up. Second of all, i work with explosives and i dont see any nearby how in the hell am i supposed to pry this open"

Peko sighs and looks at me, "theres dynamite nearby"

When she says that my eyes lit up, its as if i were a kid about to open my presents underneath the christmad tree all over again

"Where are they? Where did you find them? Are there a lot? How good are they??" I look all around me jumping and sprinting through the shore trying to find the percious dynamite

Fuyuhiko would have called me a stupid puppy because of my mannerisms but Peko stopped him before he could do anything

"Jackpot!" You yell

The two hadn't even noticed you had left their side and were shocked that your yell could be heard from where they were standing

The dynamite was quite far away from the cave

Before they could even think about helping you they see a figure running back towards them, almost sprinting if it werent for the big dynamite on their back

Your muscles straining you pant and try to blow the hair away from your face when you get back to them

"How-"

"Dont ask" Peko stops Fuyuhikos sentence, deciding its not even worth it asking how you got back so fadt, ESPECIALLY while carrying dynamite with you

You show a big grin even though you were out of breath, sweating, and panting.

"So how are we gunna blow this baby up?"

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Peko stands beside you looking down at the explosives while explaining her plan.

"What we're going to do is you place the dynamite and i will use this cigar and sword to light the fuse" she says suddenly

You jump back, "woah woah woah where did you get that??"

"Got it from the shop, its pretty dull but a rock can go a long way, i sharpened it"

You were a little skeptical of what she was going to do with that sword but either way you place the dynamite carefully

You take a few steps back and let Peko do all the other work.

She first cuts a bit off the fuse from the dynamite to make it shorter and wont take as long to blow up, then she takes the cigar and lites the fuse

She takes a few steps back to right beside you and Fuyuhiko

You guys tale cover and then you hear a loud 'boom' and see rocks hitting the floor all around you. The explosion probobly alerting the others but you payed no mind to it.

You also didnt pay mind to the loud ringing in your ears now, you were used to it by now. Plus you were so excited to work with explosives you didnt even care at this point.

When you were about to enter Fuyuhiko's voice stops you all in your tracks

"Im going to stay out here, you guys go in"

At this point you thought maybe you were about to be murdered, monokuma hadnt even given the first motive yet damnit.

But seeing as Peko left her sword outside with Fuyuhiko made you think you were safe now even if she might have something hidden in her pockets

But you decided to trust them and grab a lantern that Fuyuhiko had in his hands

You go in, cobwebs and dust making your allergies come to the surface and smeezing millions of times

You brush it off and Peko helps you light up the lantern

You walk around, there wasnt much besides insects here and there and different passages running from left to right

Since the silence was killing you a bit you decided to start conversation

You clear your thraot, "Why were you and Fuyuhiko together?"

"Why are you asking?"

"I just didnt think Fuyuhiko would be one to try and be friends with someone, especially because of the circumstances we're in right now"

You suddenly pause and stop moving, the only sound that can be heard is the fire crackling and weird echoes from inside the cave.

"Wait, are you guys...dating??"

She suddenly stops in her tracks and looks back at you, a sudden laugh erupting from her

"Me and Fuyuhiko?? Are you kidding me?"

The sudden realisation of what you just said hit you and now you were just a tiny bit embarrased for saying something so absurd

A blush erupts on your face, painting your cheeks and ears red. You nervously chuckle and put your free hand on the back of your neck, rubbing it trying to soothe your now, very knowable, embarrassment.

'Well atleast i made her laugh' you say in your head

Peko notices your embarrasment and tries to explain, "no me and Fuyuhiko arent together. We were just talking about the entrance and how we could get in and then we saw you"

"O-oh" you stutter, still a little embarrased and lookind down

"Well, thanks for letting me help you it was nice hanging out with you, i wont lie about that"

She seems a little shocked at that confession but she just smiles and blushes a little 

You wont lie, you were a little scared of hanging out with people like them, Fuyuhiko and Peko, they seemed pretty closed off

But seeing Peko give you a warm smile and seeing her head tilt, you thought maybe, maybe this is the start of something good

[1353 words; august/2/2020]

[nobodiesheartlessshitblog45]

Gorillaz Fanfic.

2DXMaleOc

Noodle looks around the living room, making sure no one was around. As she slowly walks out the hallway, Kazen came walking out and without seeing her.

The two bump into each, and Noodle was getting into a her fighting stands, and Kazen give her funny, and said.

“I know you’ve been teachin’ me martial arts, but Russell made it %100 clean he does not want to us fight inside.”

“Oh, Kaz. Thank god it’s you.” Noodle sighs with relief. “Hey, I’m ... I’m going with friends. So, I’ll be home late.”

Kazen gave her puzzling look, but  shrugs. “... Okay, Sugar. Have fun.”

Noodle give him a surprise look. “For-For real?”

“Um, yeah. Why are ya surprise?” Kazen asked, confused.

“No. Reason. Well, heading out~.” Noodle smiles, walking pass him.

“Be careful.”

“Oh, Kaz. Please I’m a master  martial arts.”

“I know, I know, sweet pea. But still, I have to look after my best girl. Now go out and enjoy yourself, ya hear?”

Noodle give a smile and waves a good night.

Kazen walks over the couch to read.

He lays down, crakes open the book before he could be read the first page, there were loud foot steps coming up behind him, and the book was ripped out Kazen, and throw at his face.

“OW?! FUCK?!”

“WHY THE FUCK DIDCHA STOP?!?”

Kazen sits up and looks around, his over his nose, and saw Murdoc standing over with angry scowl on his face.

“THE FUCKIN’ HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU, YOU LIZARD FACE SON OF A BITCH?!?” Yelled Kazen.

“WHY THE BLOODY ‘ELL DID LET NOODLE GO?!” Murdoc yelled back.

“... What?! THE SHIT YOU TALKIN’, MAN?!”

As the two were 2D came rushing, to see what going on, Kazen was on his feel, his face red with angry.

“What’s goin’ on ‘ere?!”

“I was readin’ when this maniac—“

Kazen was cut off when Murdoc yells over.

“THIS BLOKE RIGHT ‘ERE LET NOODLE GO OUT!!”

The two other men looked at him, Kazen officially done with Murdoc at this point said.

“This is again?”

“Oh, c’mon... Murdoc, Noodle is a full grown woman. She can take off herself.” said 2D.

“She’s still out lit’ angel, and it’s our job to take of her. You 2 are terrible father figures to her!” said Murdoc.

“... You’re a Goddamn moron.” said Karen.

“Hey, I told ya, Mate. No ‘G’ word in front of me!” Murdoc said.

“Y-YOU’RE A LUNATIC, YA KNOW?!” Kazen yelled.

“AND YOU’RE IRRESISTIBLE!! LETTIN’ OUR GIRL GO OUT THERE ON HER OWN!!”

Murdoc shouts.

“OH, IRRESPONSIBLE! COMIN’ FROM SOMEONE WHO THROWS A BITCH FIT WHEN SOMEONE MESSES UP NOTE, DOSEN’T GET THEIR WAY!!”

“THIS COMIN’ FROM A BACKWOODS HILLBILLY YANK WHOSE MUM AND DAD ARE PROBABLY COUSINS!!”

“WELL, AT LEAST I DON’T LOOK LIKE IT, YA UGLY SHIT FACE LIZARD MOTHERFUCKER!!!”

2D just there looking at the two men nervously. The Russell came stamping, looks at Murdoc and Kazen and clears his thraot.

“D, cover your ears.”

2D over his ears as Russell took a deep breath and ��bellows. “THAT’S ENOUGH!!!”

The whole Studio tower shacking, the paintings and photos shock, and both Murdoc and Kazen stop and looked at him.

Russell take slow deep breath, and calmly walks over to the both of them.

“Now, can all just relax and talk this like mature gentlemen?” asked Russell.

Kazen blinks and lets out shameful sigh. “Yeah.”

“PISS OFF, BALDY, THIS DON’T CONCERN—“

Russell grabs Murdoc by the shirt and looks at him, deadly look glared darken his face.

“We. Are. Going. To. Talk. Like. Adults. Understand??” Russell said.

“... Okay. N-No probably, mate.” Murdoc said, a squeaky voice.

Russell nods and lets go of Murdoc. He pushes Russell’s hand away.

“Now, calmly what are two fighting about now? said Russell.

“I was just minding my own business, when Murdoc came running in throw a book at my face, and started actin’ like a maniac.” said Kazen.

“... You throw a bloody book at my boyfriend?!” 2D snaps.

“Only because he let Noodle go out!” Murdoc said, pointing at Kazen.

“Because she was meeting friends.” Kazen said.

“Male friends! Men! Let that sink in!” Murdoc said.

“Oh, for the love of—“ Russell facepalms, and looks at Murdoc. “We are not talking about this again! Noodles is grown woman! She take care of herself. She’s a master  martial artist, the love that is holy and good!”

Murdoc give Russell a disappointed look. “I am very disappointed in, Russ. Out of everyone I thought you cared about Noodle’s well being. I was—“ Before Murdoc could finish, Russell grabs him back the neck and throws against the wall, and give the bass player a deadly glare.

“DO YOU DARE MANIPILULATE ME WITH YOUR BULLSHIT!!” Russell glows, and roughly pushed Murdoc who fell who fell on the floor.

Murdoc looks at him, then saw 2D checking on Kazen.

“You okay, love?!” 2D said.

“Y-Yeah, it’s okay.”

“NO, NO IT’S OKAY?!” 2D said, then looks angrily at Murdoc. “THAT’S BLOODY FUCKIN’ IT.”

He stamps over to Murdoc, who was getting to his, and 2D got into his face.

“Oy! Get outta my face, faceact!” said Murdoc.

“Shut. The. Fuck. Up.”

Both Kazen and Russell blinks, and stood there shocked. Murdoc was taken a back, the began to tower over 2D.

“You have a balls to me like that, Potts.”

“I ain’t takin’ any more of shite, Murdoc! You will not lay hand on my man! And I swear to fuckin’ god or demon or whatever, I’ll fuckin’ ruin your shite if you hurt Kazan again!”

Murdoc looks at for a few moments, and crakes a smile. “Hehe. How cute. After bein’ in the slammer you think you’re a real man. Hehe.” Murdoc smiles slowly turns into an evil scowl, but 2D stood his ground.

Kazen wasn’t sure what to say, both he and Russell stood by just in case Murdoc try to hit 2D, but without saying a word, Murdoc just truns on his walks away, without saying a word.

2D just lets out sigh, and looks at Russell and Kazen who stared him. Russell just smiles at him, walks up to 2D.

“I’m proud of you, D.”

2D smile back at him. “Heh. Thanks, mate. Not ... not gonna lie I was scared.”

“But you stood up for yourself, and your man. You did good.” Russell pats 2D on the back, and walks out the room, leaving Kazen and 2D alone.

Kazen walks over to 2D. “Stu, you, um, okay?”

“Y-Yeah, I think so... Just... I feel weird. I’ve only stood to Murdoc, and I feel... Heh. I don’t know. Good.”

Kazen nods, and walks up and kisses him. 2D was blushes and returned the kisses, placing his right on Kazen cheek, and smiling at each other after they broke the kiss.

“I’m proud of you, Stu.” Kazen said.

“Me too, Kaz. Say, wanna watch The Witcher?” 2D said. “Hell of brilliant show.”

“Sure, I would love that.”

2D takes Kazen hand the two walk to the couch, cuddled up and turn down the TV.



[icy-warden]

Remnant

AO3 - prompt Zombies for Zevraholics Anonymous October Challenge 2019 

There's no real shelter from the pouring rain, and he hides as much as he can under curved vent shaft.

The injury at his arm throbs constantly with piercing pain, one he can't ignore. Every beat of his heart seems to reverberate in the wound.

He glances at the weapon in his hand, held loosely with numb fingers.

Few more hours and he'll see.

Few more hours, before he'll feel the urge to seek out someone, someone living and not infected to bite and-

He exhales shakily, leaning his head forward, staring at the floor in between his knees. Few more hours and he'll stop hearing her screaming.

/////

It could be the thoughtlessness of both of them, or the creatures were really as clever as they noticed them to be. Not as mindless as everybody thought. Vergil and Saskia observed a pattern to some of the behaviours, and it was as disturbing as it was fascinating.

And in the end they were ambushed in a seemingly clean area. One moment they were exploring it, the next they're swarmed with them, fighting their way out.

They kept close to each other, fencing the flesh-thirsty monsters in well practiced fashion, when suddenly a body barrelled into Vergil from the side. The momentum made him collide with nearby trash containers, sending him sprawling on the ground. He lost the grip on the short sword, wheezing for air when it slammed into him, making Vergil struggling greatly with keeping the teeth snapping wildly at his neck away from his skin. By some miracle he was able to put an arm between himself and the throat of his opponent, wrestling for the knife at his hip and plunging it into the base of the skull, the angle wrong, but the sound of cracked bone was like music to his ears and it stopped moving, after it let out a pitful gurgle. There're noises of a fight near him and he saw Saskia being overwhelmed. Vergil crawled from under the limp rotting body, stumbling to a stand, snatching the blade from the ground and going after head of the closest one, the cut a nearly clean one. Repeated it with the next, slashing at its throat, not feeling the bony sharp fingers clawing at his clothes, but-

They got her. He saw it happen, blunt teeth clamping at her shoulder, making her cry out in pain, but she jerked as far as she could in iron hold and fired. The jaws still held at her even when the body went down, taking Saskia with them to the ground. There's next one upon her and Vergil tried to take grab at her-

She managed to swing the barrel of her weapon at its temple, then shot its brains off, the matter spraying at them both, getting into Vergil's hair, face, clothes and he's struggling to bearthe, frantically trying to jerk his arm out from slacked teeth, warm blood running down-

A second, as Vergil looked with horror at Saskia, dread mirrored in their frantic gazes. They didn't lose time and land a hit at her again, clawing at her and she held his eyes for a second longer, mouth open in pained snarl, hands faltering with weapons, and there's a swarm of them from nowhere. She's fighting back again, screaming at him to "Run, you fool!" And he did, shaking off the hands grabbing at him, slashing at what he could reached, only glancing back at her once, at short auburn hair like a beacon in a swarm of tattered clothes and mass of decomposing bodies, and he neared a corner, when a blood chilling scream pierced the air-

She's being eaten alive

-and then the ring of a single shot going off.

Vergil ran.

/////

He barricades himself at the roof, not remembering how he got there and why the heavy doors were open. If there's something out there, he's done for, nowhere to run at this point but jump and pray for quick end.

A hysteric thought bubbles in his mind of ending it now. He doesn't have the time. He'll turn into them in less than a day and he doesn't, doesn't want to die like that-

Vergil's breath's laboured, he collapses near the door, arm hurting like hell, choking on a shaky sob. Tears are welling in his eyes and he doesn't try to stop them from spilling down his dirty face.

He's shivering, feeling sick, both cold and hot, but he has to tend to the wound and on some miracle he didn't lose his pack through the mad dash. The bitten arm refuses to move properly, and he grits his teeth with short broken gasps. The jacket and shirt are off. Every shift hurts, blood sluggishly oozing from the injury, sticky, and Vergil steels himself to look. An uneven ring of teeth deep in his flesh already started to darken the area and- oh gods, dark veins are spreading the bruising, purpling his skin.

He chokes, swallowing the bile in his thraot until he can't and swings to the side, spilling the contents of his stomach with violent coughs.

Vergil waits for a moment until the spasms end, breathing heavily. He isn't looking at the arm, until he manages to wait out the shaking of his body, until he can find some clarity of his mind, full of pain and panic. He's feeling the wound pulsing along with frantic heartbeat and he's amazed it's still in his chest and how he didn't have heart attack. Tending to the wound goes slowly and Vergil does as best as he can, hissing and blinking away the tears, some of them spilling messily – some of its guts are still on him, he thinks with trepidation, as he licks his dry lips catching the taste of vile dried liquid.

And then he waits. Pulls out his weapon. It's just a matter of time. He doesn't even have strength anymore to move elsewhere.

/////

Vergil loses the sense of time. Seconds or hours later, he's still breathing and thinking, still feeling twinges of pain that're all his world now. He's in and out, sometimes feels the wind on his clammy skin, closes his eyes wishing to just sleep, but the injury's aching so much. He swears he hears her calling for him and then he wakes up with a shrill of a scream, clawing at his chest. He curls on himself as far as he's able to, numb fingers still clutching the weapon.

Few more hours, few more and he'll end it.

He can't move his bitten arm, the skin of his hand has purple veins blackening it. He bites his lip unitl he tastes blood, swallowing it, holding in an inhuman noise of despair. Before-

He wakes up with a gasp, in a puddle of something smelly, greedily hauling the air through the open mouth. Vergil can't tell if he's cold or not, chilled to the bone by the damp clothes clinging to his form. He lies there, staring at the yellowish puddle and concrete until he finds the strength to move. The light hurts his eyes, and he holds himself above the mess with an elbow, banging his back on the wall behind as he sits up.

His mind seems to be unusually clear, and he feels weak, but like he went too long without food or water, or pushed himself too hard. Then he scrabbles for his pack for water and drinks, drinks until the bottle is empty and, as he glances at his bitten arm his eyes nearly bulge out of its sockets. The purple veins are nearly transparent, darkened skin gone and the pain, he doesn't feel the insane pain anymore, only the dull bruising of an injury. He tries to move the fingers and they do, if not with slight difficulty, like he twisted them and now the feelings back to them. And when he unwinds the makeshift bandages, the wound looks like it starts healing, still raw and angry. But. Healing.

/////

The area Vergil's travelling at is suspiciously deserted. He was sure there's a community here, but it seems abandoned. And his hope skyrockets again when he sees a movement, wishing it a living person only to see few of the infected, walking slowly towards him. He freezes in the middle of wide alley, eyes darting around the walls looking for something to pull himself up on. Vergil doesn't want to test the theory he had lately, not as close, not with more than one of them, but he has little choice. Running will only make this worse, so he tries to keep still, shifting slightly, hand crawling to his short sword. He ran out of ammunition week ago. Cold sweat runs down his back, and he's watching the disgusting creatures shuffling awkwardly forward, looking almost lost, letting out growls and grunts.

The smell of them almost makes Vergil gag when they near him, and one of them pauses few steps before him, taking a sniff and Vergil's so close to lose it, knuckles of his fingers white on the blade handle, when the creature huffs, and steps around him. Others ignore him as well, straggling along, so slowly he could take them out, with their backs to him. But he waits until they are out of sight, feeling the muscles of his shoulders almost snapping under the stress of keeping still and he literally jumps at the sudden noise. The grind of rusty ladder hitting the ground from the fire escape, and he looks up then down the alley they disappeared, fearing the sound lures them back.

"Get on it!" The man on the fire landing urges him to, and Vergil doesn't think much before he scrapes at the handle and goes up.

Moment later he's standing in poorly lit flat, though he can see few more people standing in a distance, looking at ease but he's sure they just wait for him to try anything funny. The blond man before him looks at Vergil with bright brown eyes, like he's seeing something wondrous.

"Show me your wound," he blurts and Vergil just stares at him, not sure he heard him right, "What?"

The man runs hand through his short hair. "Your wound, you have one, yes?" He's looking at him with hopeful expression. He's so easy to read, in contrary to others who look at him like he's an interesting bug, nothing more. Through when Vergil glances at the other blond man, he meets an easy grin.

"You ask a man to take off his clothes, and you don't even know his name," he drawls with amusement, his smirk growing, "or gave yours. Poor manners, my friend. I've taught you better than that."

The blond sputters a bit, grumbling, before he shakes his head, stepping closer to Vergil with an outstretched hand. "You've been bitten, yes?" Vergil stares at the hand, ignoring it, then at the man. The man huffs and drops it at his side. "I'm Alistair, and they are-"

"Zevran, nice to meet you, stranger," the other blond almost purrs holding Vergil's gaze.

"-my friends," Alistair stresses the word glaring at Zevran, "Who will make their introductions later. But," the man starts to undo his belt and Vergil startles, shifting his stance, "Ah, no, I, don't mean to-," he sounds a bit flustered as he struggles with the clothes at his hips, exposing the patch of skin. And Vergil glances at it, the smooth tanned skin deformed with scar of teeth, faint darker veins surrounding it. He's staring and almost touches the skin when someone clears their throat. "You have the same thing, yes?" He looks up and is meeting the hopeful brown stare, and he nods. In a moment he has his arm exposed, and the silence around them seems to vibrate.

"You're the same," Alistair whispers as he looks at neatly healed marks.

"How-," he swallows, "how long?"

"Over a month," Vergil rasps quietly.

"Half a year," Alistair lets go of his clothes, covering the mark on his hip. "They ignore you, just as we saw earlier." Vergil nods, holding the man's gaze. Alistair's shoulders sag, he looks relieved. He barks a laugh and it makes Vergil startle, and there's a warm chuckle from Zevran.

"There's so much I want to ask... I- Would you mind if we talked about it?" He pauses reading Vergil's silence as hesitation. "You can stay with us for as long as you want." Alistair waits for his reaction a bit longer, almost holding his breath. He nods, and the smile he's given is so bright he's almost blinded by it. "Let's go with proper introductions, yes? I'm Alistair."

This time he shakes the outstretched hand, his clasp sure. "Vergil."

[katsu-vs-ocha]

I once ended up fully discharging my moms car battery by accident at a friends house. We werent supposed to hve a sleepover, and in fact canceled it and hd other plns for that day.

Somehow, in the 5 minutes that i was inside my friend's house helping her get ready to go out, my moms car completely discharged. I had to call my mom after my friend's moms couldnt jumpstart the battery with their van and told her what had happened. My mom sounded so disappointed and a little angry with me when i told her.

I ended up crying about this because i dont like disappinting people, especially my mother. I calmed down, and my friends moms took the bettery out to take it to o'Reilly to get it charged. It wouldnt be until later that they would come back and say that the battery wouldnt be ready until 10 am the next morning.

I called my mom again and told her about the bettery. I aksed if i should get a ride home with my other friend's mom, or if i should stay over. Her answers, over text, werent exactly positive. They werent mean, but i felt like the undertone was very negative.

Like she was frustrated at what i had caused or disappointed and even angry. She made it seem like i had planned for her car to break down just so i could sleepover. Of course, i hadnt, and i tried to explain that this was pure coincidence. But the tone of her messages just hit a nerve.

I felt my thraot closing up, and no matter how hard i tried to force out my words, they wouldnt come out. My friends were watching me tear up as i read the texts, and kept asking what was happening. What was she saying? But i couldnt tell them verbally.

I ended up using our group chat to tell them through text that i couldnt speak. I didnt know why, but i couldnt. I told them everything, showed them the texts, and tried to calm down. My mom still hadnt answered about whether i should stay or go home, even thoigh at this point, i didnt want to go home and face her disappointment head on.

If just the tone of her messages was shutting me up, how would the real thing be? I didnt want to face that. My friends told me to just stay. I could face her in the morning.

They sat beside me and texted at me the entire time that i was nonverbal. They helped me calm down, and didint complain once about having to text even when we were right next to each other. They just completely accepted that i was in great distress and couldnt speak. They accepted the different way to communicate.

I have heard of other people not even trying to understand kids who shut down like i did. Kids who go nonverbal when in distress either because theyre too panicked or too emotional to speak. The parents ask whats wrong, and get mad when the child just stares at them without saying a word, thinking the child is ignoring them or spiting them.

They dont bother to try to figure iut a different way of figuring out the problem. If the kids not speaking, then obviously its because nothing big actually happened. But thats hardly ever the case. Its like being frozen by fear, but only through your voice. You cant speak, and your mind is racing and you want to rage and cry and rant and let go of these emotions but you cant. Its too much and too little and the insecurities pile up along with angwr and sadness and fear and youre wondering why your voice isnt working. Youre wondering why your voice wont listen to your brain and say the words that are in yiur head.

These kids look to their guardian for help, or sometimes they dont because theyre scared or embarrassed that they cant get the words out and the adult doesnt do a thing. Which makes the child shut down even further, thinking that theyre overreacting and why arent they calm? Why cant they just get over this and speak? Is their parent right? Are they just being dramatic? How selfish can they be? Why couldnt they just say whats in their mind? Why couldnt they speak? Why are they still not speaking? Will their guardian even listen if they speak now? Are they angry at them for being quiet so long? Maybe they are overreacting. Maybe they are just wasting their parents time on something so small.

They start to bottle up the little things and the big things because they undersize the big things. They grown insecure and never say a word of their problems, evntually learning to hide it better because their guardian wont listen if theyre just panicking in silence.

They dont know why their throat closes up so suddenly. Why their mind races and their mouth refuses to get the words out. They dont know. All they know is that they cant speak.

But it doesnt mean they couldnt communicate. It means noone else bothered to try to give them a different way to communicate.

Nonverbal doesnt mean noncommunicative.

Reblog if going nonverbal is acceptable.

I’m trying to prove a point.

[marriyamk]

Eventually he caught up with me. I abandoned him. Broke his heart. Wished him a happy married life. And then, years after, rummaging through old year books and clothes, i encountered a ring box. Not just any ring box, but a pink velvet box that i had once treasured. The days i ran my finger down it’s surface, feeling the texture of my dreams, the days i dug it out of my vanity draws when i needed reconcilation after the arguments, the days…i was in love, all flashed before my eyes. But since i gave away the ring, i frowned as i hesitantly pushed it aside, wondering why on Earth i kept the empty box. But it beckoned, called for me, and so i couldn’t help but hold it in the palm of my hand. Involuntarily out of habit i push the lid open, and there sat the crooked metal that had diamonds arranged into a flower. My heart stopped and somehow i felt like i was trapped inside of myself. In that moment i understood what it felt like to have an out of body experience. Watching myself numbly slide the ring down my finger, my breath catching in my thraot as it fit perfectly in place. “When you propose, get this ring remade.”

Indelible Ink [Some Things Are Meant To Remain Incomplete]