#with taffy as an admin

[lickmylundqvist]

[milffromohio]

everyone on tumblr talks abt tiktok but lets also discuss how legitimately brain rotting youtube shorts is

[kidlit-queen-competition]

Taffy train propaganda double feature goooo

[ID: tags from bluesmoth. He says #TAFFY TRAIN WOO #SHES ICON SHES BELOVED SHE HAS AN ORB FULL OF GUMBALLS #anyway real talk taffy train was SUCH a good listen #and honestly such a good introduction to toonkind for me. these characters hold a special place in my heart #even though I don't interact on the drafthouse server muhc bc it's intimidating ;;; but!!!! #ahhh seeing the taffy train crew in tpoh legit made me soooo happy I yelled about them to my friend who also follows tpoh #but also hadn't listened to toonkind I was like THATS THEM!!!! THATS THE TAFFY TRAIN CREW AHHHH and I showed COPIOUS pictures hahaha #I understand if she loses but taffy train honestly rules and holds a special place in my heart <3

[ID: tags from silver-skreen. They read #the taffy train deserves SO MUCH #like i cant actually explain it all for spoilers but PLEASE WATCH THE TAFFY TRAIN CROSS CONTINENTAL IF YOU CAN #ITS WORTH IT ITS SO GOOD IF YOU LIKE DND CARTOONS AND DEEP LORE #AND ALSO BOOTLEGS OF CHARACTERS #GO WATCH IT #also please for the love of god cry with me #the taffy train deserved everything good #propoganda #VOTE FOR TAFFY11!!!! #SHE LIVED SHE DIED SHE SAVED PEOPLE FROM DISASTERS AND SHE SERVED CUNT (sort of. she served trauma on accident)}

I understand you are all very excited about the taffy train but unfortunately I cannot make a propaganda compilation post from my phone

[sparxwrites]

Joel remembers things after the accident in flashes. 

The accident itself, he remembers fine – don’t mess around with enchanters, kids, stay in school, and especially don’t mess around with an enchanter, a chest full of various potions, a charged creeper, and several untamed wolves – but everything after it? Not just a blur, but gone. Other than the flashes. Funny little snippets of memory, half-order.

-

First: Him, on the ground, in a crater. Enchanter, gone, wolf corpses, still very much present. There’s broken glass everywhere; he’d forgotten he was storing potions in the next room. His body aches like he was hit by a truck, burns like he was hit by a bolt of lightning, and is– whatever the fuck the correct adjective for feels like he’s mainlined a month’s caffeine intake directly into his brainstem is. It’s not a great combination.

There’s also a Gem beside him, crouched carefully down in the grass. She’s saying something. His ears are ringing; he can’t make out the words. She looks worried.

She reaches out to touch him, and Joel’s entire body hurls itself at her without his conscious permission, jaws agape, fury rising like a red and mad tide. Everything goes black before he makes contact, but the terror on Gem’s face burns itself into his retinas before it does.

-

Next: He wakes up, alone, unclear where he is, struggling to move. His mouth tastes of blood. He’s lying on a mattress, wrists and ankles bound down. There’s something over his mouth. And Etho is there, too. Etho with a sword. Which doesn’t make much sense.

“Hi, Joel,” says Etho. “How you doing? You know where you are?”

Joel feels like shit, and has no idea where he is. But when he opens his mouth to say that, the only thing that comes out is a croak. He tries again, nothing, only pain, and then gives up. “Face,” he says, instead, voice raw like he’s been howling. He tries to lick his lips, and they taste of blood too. The sword, slowly, starts making sense.

“Uh. Oh, yeah.” Etho shifts in his chair. “We had to muzzle you. You’ve been, uh– well. The teeth have been a problem. When you… you’ve been like. Blacking out. And biting people. So…” He gestures, vaguely, at Joel’s prone body. “But it’s just a temporary measure. Some of the others are working on it. We’ll get it fixed soon.”

Joel wants to say more, wants to ask more, but things are fading. He can feel them fading. The black wants him again. “Hurts,” he says, raw as gravel, as his vision begins to tunnel.

“Yeah,” says Etho, soft, sympathetic. His hand is very warm, where it touches Joel’s wrist. “I know, buddy. I know.”

-

Last: He’s on fire, he’s burning, he’s fucking burning, they’re burning him alive, holy shit, why is no one trying to help him? 

There’s a dog somewhere nearby howling, or else a child screaming, or a horse being murdered, or maybe just a grown human in spine-melting pain. Hard to concentrate when he’s busy being ripped apart. Difficult to hear. His ears are ringing, vision blurred and half-dark, skin crawling as it tries to get away from the agony. 

Dimly, distantly, through the pain, he sees Jimmy. That’s when he knows he’s dying; no Jimmy on Hermitcraft. And also he called him Jimmy, even if just in the privacy of his own head. Sure sign of imminent death, that. 

The Jimmy who is not real looks at him, eyes calm and kind, and says, “Well, you’ve really fucked it now, Joel, haven’t you?” And then, before Joel can say anything back, he’s gone – and so, blissfully, is the pain. So, blissfully, is everything else

-

He wakes up, and hurts like someone has tried to make taffy of his bones. Everything aches, deep and abiding. But– he wakes up.

“M’alive,” he says, surprised, and his throat is full of knives, but the words still make it out. He could whoop from that alone. If not for the knives.

“You are.” That’s X’s voice, and when Joel flops his head to one side, the admin’s stood there, hands outstretched over Joel’s chest and belly. Even through the helmet, he looks tired. “I don’t know what you did, Joel, but I’m going to have to ask you to never do it again. Please.”

“Yeah, Joel.” Grian. Who else. “Or we’ll kick you off the server.”

“We won’t kick you off the server,” says Xisuma, exhaustedly. “...But I might want to.”

Joel laughs, but the knives, so it comes out more as a dry wheeze. He needs water. He needs a piss. He needs some painkillers, and to sleep for maybe two or three days. What he says instead, though, before he can help himself, is, “Jimmy. W’s Jimmy ‘ere?”

He expects Grian to laugh. It’s a mark of how bad things were that Grian doesn’t. “No, Jimmy wasn’t– Do you want Jimmy? We could maybe whitelist–” He looks at Xisuma.

Xisuma sighs. “Sure. Let’s invite the whole Empires server, while we’re at it.”

“’d be nice,” mumbles Joel, and then, “g’nna. Mmm. Sl’p now.”

“That’s fine.” Grian’s voice, and there’s a hand stroking his hair, which is nice. That might be Grian’s too but, since his eyes are already closed, he can’t tell. “Sleep, Joel. Jimmy’ll be here when you wake up. Which you might regret asking for, actually. Ah well.”

[the-s1lly-corner]

Pocky game with the knd villains

I am going insane with these repeating prompt group posts I'm sorry everypony

Characters: father, spankulot, stickybeard, knightbrace, cuppa joe, toiletnator, mr fizz

Notes: reader is GN, bonus hcs of who's favorite flavor is what, admin has only tried the og and cookies n cream though <\3

CWs: none

FATHER

this man has never heard of a pocky or the game so youre going to need to brief him on whats going on

open to playing the game with you! probably only thinks its just the one flavor but i think if he were opened up to all of them... i think he would still be a fan of the original flavor!

too hot... he kind of melts the chocolate after a minute.. :( it leads to both of you needing to go faster before theres a mess on your hands

likes the concept doesnt like the reality given the above... :(

hes also a little competitive so hes likely going to make it a goal to beat you to the middle- briefly forgets that the game tends to end with a kiss

not that that hes complaining, though

SPANKULOT

loves when you put two sticks in your mouth and pretend theyre fangs, he thinks its really cute!! especially if you try to mimic his accent and general speaking habits!

i can see him being a fan of the original flavor!

very slow eater, you might beat him to the middle before hes even halfway done with his side of the stick

hes just not that fast of an eater is all!

but with some encouragement he might be able to make himself go faster! definitely the one whos more likely to get flustered from the game

hes confident enough, but there is some obvious shake as he meets you... hes buzzing with excitement is all!

KNIGHTBRACE

not at all interested in the game once you explain what a pocky stick is :(

the only one who actually turns you down because of his whole anti candy thing

i mean he literally participates in a dangerous and intense scavenger hunt game JUST to destroy some cupcakes, and the only sugary thing we know he folds for is taffy

turns you down and most likely makes a comment on how bad the treat is for your teeth

no favorite flavor, either, for obvious reasons

CUPPA JOE

loooooooves the original but i can see him being a fan of the almond one! maybe matcha as well! can see him dunking the sticks into coffee! sounds good in theory... might try that next time i get some pocky..

doesnt know about the game but hes on board the second you explain what it is and what to expect

knowing him he might just go straight to kissing the second the pocky is in your mouths.. too bad the stick hitting the back of your throats is far from a pleasant feeling...

it... might be better to split the box with him and give him some regular kisses- hes a little too hyped up on caffeine to not just... go bonkers

STICKYBEARD

oh he definitely knows what pocky are as well as the game, hes been in the sugar business for a while hes seen some people make games with treats before... doesnt have a favorite flavor by the way, he thinks theyre all solid!

down with playing the game with you, if youre both already together or aware of each others feelings hes going to be teasing you and making side comments about the whole thing

as long as you dont pay much mind to his beard tickling your face, the game goes smoothly!

i dont think he would steal your half of the stick or demolish his side, the man can practice self control! besides, theres more sticks in the box! no need to rush things!

TOILETNATOR

ooooooooooh the second you offer to play the game with him hes all over it! when? how many rounds? right here right now? its actually really sweet with how excited he is!

looks like a banana flavor enjoyer but i can see him also liking the strawberry!

gets a little too excited so the round doesnt last that long

but i can also see him freezing in the moment because wooooooow he cant believe this is really happening!

if he could hed have a bunch of hearts popping in the air around him after you meet in the middle

basically begs to do it again and he gets super excited when you bring some pocky home

MR FIZZ

doesnt know about the game but he knows about the treat! has tried some of them! he looks like a cookies n creme enjoyer but i can also see him being a fan of the almond!

slow and steady, hes competitive but hes not going to slam the stick down his throat just to win or to get the kiss

its not his first choice for a cute couples game but hes not going to shoot you down

thinks its amusing that you get flustered from the game, if you do

especially since youre the one who brought it up in the first place

generally a positive interaction, as an aside unrelated to the prompt/post i can definitely see him sharing a drink with you- same cup two straws kind of deal

[forensicated]

02x01 - Snouts And Red Herrings

TW: Racist language and ignorant behaviour (filmed in the 1980's)

Maintenance men are working in the very busy Front Office and June can't hear anything from the radios due to the constant noise. Bob has to rearrange his phone call and Taffy can barely hear the lady at the Front Desk complaining about her neighbours choosing to keep a goat in their garden. She claims it's causing criminal damage by eating her rosebushes. Next to her, Yorkie is trying to deal with a man presenting his license and MOT certificate.

Upstairs, Ted is complaining about Roy's recent attitude. Mike repeats the old adage of judging someone by results not how they do their job. "Bullshit, we're policemen, not sales reps!" Mike says the Super lets him get away with it so there's nothing they can do. Ted is not appeased, claiming Brownlow wants a quiet life and an easy way to get his foot on the next rung of the ladder and is only interested in admin and politics. Roy arrives, telling them that he wants a particularly violent man arrested, suggesting they take backup. He doesn't, however, tell them what they're arresting him for and orders Ted to 'just get it done'.

The Front Office is still in chaos and it's about to get worse as the electricity needs to go off for half an hour. Bob tries to tell Ted and he claims they can turn it off forever as far as he's concerned. Bob tries to find out what's wrong and Ted rages that he'll lose his pension over Roy because one day he'll just lose it and punch him.

Bob tells him to give Roy some time and he'll 'come to terms with it'. Ted scoffs and says he's had three months to come to terms with it. The 'it' is a divorce after 15 years of marriage as Mrs Galloway refused to keep putting up with Roy's work/life balance (or work/work balance for Roy!) As they leave, the man who was presenting at the front desk with his license and MOT is recognised by Mike as Mr Farmer 'long time no see!'. Definiely-not-Mr-Farmer-Honest shuffles uncomfortably and tells him he has the wrong man.

Viv and Jim are having a chat with a grocer who has had to manage on his own whilst his wife is in hospital. They joke about men not being able to cope when left to their own devices. As Viv gets a call to go try calm Mrs Goat Complainer Beck down Jim jokes about her having his slippers ready for 1.30pm. "Something that needs a man?" Jim grins as Viv asks him to assist her.

The power will now apparently have to be off for about an hour - at least. Bob snaps that he can't have it down for as long as the builder claims it might take because they need it to power the personal radios and be able to give jobs out and send assistance if required as well as charge the batteries for the radios. At the front desk, Abe Lyttleton reports to see Bob Cryer. He's a day early and popped in to introduce himself and have a look around.

Mrs Beck claims her neighbours are hippies who spend their time on another planet. She claims she's tried everything but the smell and damage are too much! She wants him gone!

Roy heads to a disused train station to meet an informant. "If I'm in the wrong place, Conga, I'm gonna kick your arse. Then if I am you won't hear me so it'll come as a nice surprise." "Got a way with words you have, Galloway." Conga drawls, telling Roy to get his wallet out because his information is good. He tells him about a robbery that's being planned at a bank in Sun Hill. Roy threatens to arrest him for wasting his time if he doesn't give him any more information so he names two men - Frank Parry and Denny Lamb but won't give the location or time without money up front.

Ted and Mike have returned from using their 'charm' on Roy's prisoner, wrestling him into a cell. He put up a good fight as Ted has taken some good whacks to his face.

Roy sits outside with a camera, taking pictures of a builder's lorry that Jim showed interest in earlier before Viv took him with her to see Mrs Beck. The cigar is still present whilst taking the pictures. His observation tells him that it's Parry and Lang working on the building beside the grocers.

Pete Muswell joins his colleagues in the canteen, moaning when he spots Abe talking to Bob, claiming that 'it had to happen, I suppose'. Taffy and June look disgusted with him with Taffy pointing out that tact has never been his strong point. "All I said was-." "We heard exactly what you said." June cuts him off. Bob introduces Abe to the others who all welcome him except Pete who avoids his gaze and continues eating. Jim and Taffy tell him Bob is one of the best and will see him right. Pete burps and leaves the table with Viv apologising for him. "One out of 6 of you isn't bad." Abe says, lifting his tea as the power suddenly cuts out.

Mike, Taffy and Tom talk about Mr Farmer who definitely isn't Mr Farmer! He's a former landlord and they used to drink in his pub after work. His mother lives at the address that he brought the licence in for and Mike suspects that he's gotten a fake one after having his real one suspended for five years again.

The personal radio system and battery charger isn't working despite promises from the builder that they'd run a temporary line to it. An apprentice reports it to the foreman who tells him to check the line. The trainee attempts to fix the fusebox, however, he makes the situation worse as the fuse completely blows when his back is turned and doesn't notice the issue.

Bob tells Charles that Abe appears bright and sharp with a good sense of humour. Abe is the first black officer at Sun Hill and Charles tells Bob that Abe's his third posting in 3 and a half years. Bob understands, telling Charles it can't be easy being a minority in a minority. Charles tells him not to give him any special treatment either way and that he'll have the offenders of any internal bigotry transferred in a flash. He wants Sun Hill to succeed for Abe where the others failed.

Ted has freshened up after his rough and tumble with Roy's suspect. Roy tells him and Mike something urgent has come up and wants to know who has the lease for the empty shop on Queen's Parade. Roy has also been contacting bank managers to try glean further information on a potential robbery that Conga mentioned. When one located on Queen's Parade returns his call he forces the boys out of his office. "How the hell can we work as a team if he won't tell us what is going on?" "He'll soon put us in the picture." Mike assures him."Ours not to reason why-" "You're talking like a prat, Mike!" Ted snaps.

The electrics are still not on but the front office is much quieter. Bob starts to try and tidy up, moving the workmen's tools. It turns out that the electrics went off right as they decided to take a lunch break. Jim returns for a new battery and tells Bob that he and Viv are going to see if the goat owners have returned home and gives him a registration to look up when the electricity is turned back on. It's the same one that Roy spotted and the registration on the tax disk is not the same as the one on the vehicle.

Roy suspects the bank in question is the one on Queen's Parade - near to where Parry and Lamb are working and that it's a cover whilst they dig underneath the building into the bank. Their form appears to be petty stuff so he asks Mike to obtain a complete set of plans for the surrounding area from the Town Hall. He tells him to use his charm to get the plans without giving anything away. "How can I give anything away? I don't know what's going on." The building they're 'working on' is up for let and it has been on the market for 6 months. The owner denies employing builders or decorators.

Roy has made a call to DHQ to get some information and observation done via the back door. Bob takes them up to find Ted still simmering and apologises for interrupting. Roy tells Ted to gather CID and tell them to call their wives and lovers to tell them they won't be home because they're all on overtime. He still gives them no idea why! He also won't tell Bob, only that he'll be informed if and when. Bob reminds him that his violent prisoner needs a charge to enable him to stay longer and he shouts after him to charge him with assaulting Ted before continuing to look through the pictures from DCHQ.

Yorkie and Tom arrive at the pub of Mr Farmer and find no one in when trying at the private entrance. Tom tries again before a very nervous-looking woman peeks out and claims that Mr Farmer is not home. Yorkie sees him driving off out the back and tries to report the registration back to the station.

In CID, Roy is finally opening up and suggests Lamb and Parry will be digging sidewards from the empty shop into the vault next door. He suspects that one has form with explosives and they'll likely set small charges so they can get up through the floor to get the money. He doesn't want to go in too early to spook them or let them know that they're onto them but in the same breath, he doesn't want to leave it too late to let them get away with the cash. Roy has a meeting planned with the bank manager and wants to keep everything looking normal so nothing can leak out. Whilst there is explosives form, there's no history of firearms. Roy suggests where Ted and Mike should wait but Ted points out that doesn't give them a view of each other so he suggests that he move in slightly. Roy snaps back that he has to do it his way and that he doesn't have time for a debate."What's up with you lately?" Roy scoffs. "What's up with me?" Ted snaps in disbelief.

Downstairs the foreman is claiming the electrics job is more involved than he expected it to be and that he doesn't have a time for Bob for how much longer it'll take. June tells Jim that the transit belongs to Frank Parry but the tax disk is registered to Dennis Lamb.

Ted watches the van drive away and gets out to have a look. He tries to radio back to the station to get them to inform Roy. Jim spots it driving past him as he was about to go deal with the tax disk/reg business. Neither he nor CID are aware of each other's interest in it.

The next morning the power is still not fully back on and the personal radio batteries have not been recharged because of it. Abe arrives to start his first day and finds his Sergeants distracted by trying to deal with the chaos.

Galloway's angry prisoner is not happy to still be in the cells and is demanding his 'sodding breakfast'. Taffy chirpily tells him they don't have that sort, "Only English or continental." He's going to put in a complaint and wants Galloway. "Grilled or scrambled?"

Mike watched Lamb and Parry leave the pub at 11.23pm the night before. He followed them back to their digs where he stayed till 2am and then left to return home for some sleep. Ted stayed on obbo at the site until 2am and no one went near the place. He's left Jim (Random extra Jim, not JimJim) watching and everything is still quiet. Mike is sent back to watch the van and Ted is sent to relieve Jim.

The owners of the goat have been spoken to and have promised to keep an eye on him to ensure he's behaving. Bob explains this in the briefing and asks them to keep an eye on it when passing. Jim is sent out with Abe to help show him around with Bob telling him he might learn something from him.

Roy calls his ex and tries to speak to his daughter, Julia. He tries to talk to her when she finally answers but she instantly calls for her mum. Mrs Galloway, Kate, asks what he wants and he tells her he'd gotten the divorce papers through that morning and wants to talk. "Talk?" Kate sounds almost surprised but still disbelieving. "You want to talk?" Roy is struggling and tries to beg her. "Pleease!" "You've left it too late. About 10 years too late!" She snaps, hanging up. Roy hangs his head, throwing papers across the floor and shouting "DAMN!" as Bob nears, quietly apologising and telling Roy he'll come back later. Roy asks him what he wants and he explains he still has the violent prisoner from the day before and Roy says he'll be down in 10 minutes. "... Are you alright, mate?" "Fine."

The apprentice electrician/maintenance man is fascinated by Viv as he passes her, watching her go with a goofy smile. "She'll eat you alive, sunshine..." The foreman smirks. "If she doesn't I certainly will, both of you!" Bob adds."It wasn't our fault, chief. The fuse on the temporary line blew. We hadn't any way of knowing!"

June bawls Pete out for not making Abe welcome in briefing. He claims he can still have an opinion even though he's wearing a uniform and June reminds him to keep it private and that it has no place at work. "He'll have to get used to it. I'm not prejudiced anyway." Course not Pete. Before June can respond Mrs Beck comes running out to them and shouts at them to come follow her into her garden as it's 'gone off its rocker'. The goat owners insist there's nothing to be worried about and that the goat is called Hector as he was a trojan warrior in a past life. Pete goes out to say see him and he charges Pete several times, leading to them calling for a vet to calm him.

Taffy takes Roy's prisoner his breakfast and pulls down the divider to get the tea thrown back in his face. He should be glad it's just tea...! Roy visits the prisoner in his cell and tells him he's in dead lumber. (Bet the guest stars were glad when they moved and cell conditions improved 😂)

Roy winds him up about 'an old slag you're supposed to be knocking off' as his albi. "Can't tell you who though chief, married woman you see." Roy fakes laughing, before the prisoner makes an offhand comment about it maybe being Roy's wife. Roy doesn't find it funny, in fact he flies forward to attack him and has to be pinned back by Bob. The prisoner growls that he'll do Roy for that and Bob shouts back at him to shut it. Outside Bob and Roy have a growled argument before Roy shouts at him to just release the prisoner.

The vet goes to see Hector who takes a shine to him and behaves with him whilst the vet checks him over. "He obviously didn't fancy you!" June smirks before she and the vet realise what's been going on with Hector... he's high!

Mrs Farmer tells Tom she still has no idea where her husband is and worries that he'll be sent to prison. Eventually she confesses that he's probably gone to his sisters in Barkingside. She said she tried to stop him but he was frightened of being locked up so legged it. He obtained the license by using his brother-in-law's name who now lives in Australia so he used his identity. Everything had been fine until he was stopped for speeding and then it fell apart. Tom promises he'll sit on it for an hour to give her the chance to get in touch with her husband and get him to come in under his own steam so it looks better for him in court. Thankfully he takes them up on their 'offer'.

Ted and Mike are horrified to see Uniform crawling over the transit van that they're watching. They try to call into Sun Hill to report it and get them away but of course, the batteries are not charged so their radios are not working and Jim and Abe are oblivious. Bob instructs Ted to do whatever he sees fit to not blow the job. Ted tries to pretend to be a member of the public having an emergency but Abe doesn't recognise him to know that it's a distraction and to move. Mike and Ted have to arrest Lamb and Parry and hope they have enough to go on. Roy is furious and blames Uniform for messing it up, shouting that he only needed one more day. Bob tells him that it's his own fault for not being more open and telling them what was going on so he could warn his relief to stay clear and is sure that all they'll get from them is a bent tax disk because of his pigheadedness. Having had enough of the entire situation, Bob knocks off 12 minutes early to go the pub, unable to take anymore.

Ted tells Roy that his snout fed him a dummy job because there was nothing in the basement to make out that they were up to anything dodgy other than some poor plastering. Roy blames Ted for moving in too soon and Ted finally gets to point out how unbearable Roy has been. He doesn't care if Roy reports him because he is the one who cocked up by not opening up and telling anyone else. "Now you're just a loud-mouthed bully boy who stamps his feet when he doesn't get what he wants!"

In the pub Bob comforts Ted and tells him Roy isn't vengeful and to calm down, sleep on it, and everything will be alright in the morning. Sadie, the barmaid, interrupts to tell them that a bank has been broken into via the sewer and the robbers went straight up into the vault. Thankfully it isn't a bank that was on Sun Hill's patch! Roy enters the pub at the other end of the bar to Ted and Bob. Slowly he works his way round after buying them a drink." Haven't been that bad have I?" "Yes." Bob replies before Ted adds. "Worse." Calmly Roy suggests meeting back at the nick when he's finished his drink so they can go through what they do have together to try and nail Parry and Lamb.

[nightravenuniversity]

A WORD FROM THE ADMIN TEAM.

In an effort to continue to implement fun events and ideas each month, we are welcoming a new addition to our admin team: Raffles!

It is our hope that an extra pair of hands behind the scenes will allow us to handle larger-scale events on a regular basis, as well as provide fresh ideas and insights unique to their RP background. It will take some time for Raffles to settle in, and as such, our newsletter this month looks a little different than past months, but we do hope that you give them your full support!

Additionally…

The points for the eight dormitories have been tallied! In the lead stands Ignihyde! Heartslabyul follows in second, and then Diasomnia thereafter.

BULLETIN BOARD. 

NRU - or rather, Ramshackle dorm - is bustling with excitement for the upcoming holiday break. Although the campus-wide situation still hasn’t been corrected, some still manage to find positivity amidst bleak times. 

LANTERNS AT SAGE ISLAND. Come visit the village located near the southmost point of Sage’s Island and experience their snow light path! Every winter, the villagers make lanterns carved from snow and line them across various roads. They say that the warm candlelight is a symbolization of hope and a gesture for residents to think leisurely and reflect upon life’s beautiful moments. The warm candlelit road creates a romantic atmosphere to share with loved ones and friends. Forget about your stress, drop by for a visit, and maybe even make your own snow lantern– you won’t regret it! 

MAPLE MANIA. The sugar shack is here! For those who are unaware, a vendor from the Shaftlands has come to advertise its popular winter confectionary: maple taffy! For a limited time, come visit main street for the opportunity to make your own maple taffy… for FREE!  Spend time with your friends as you roll hot syrup in trays lined with fresh snow together for a fun, sugary treat. Supplies are limited by the day, so be sure to arrive early if you’re eager for a taste! 

SNOW SCULPTURE EXHIBITION. Students and faculty of Night Raven University are cordially invited to the Shaftland Art Park, in which they will be holding their annual snow exhibition. Magnificent sculptures of ice and snow will be on display, as well as various food vendors! For three days, Headmage Crowley has generously permitted mirror travel to the exhibition— But be sure to arrive back before 10:00PM, which is the time that mirror travel will be off-operation! 

FEELING FESTIVE? Ramshackle dormitory is awfully drab this winter season. Perhaps you and your temporary housemates would like to inspire some gaiety and winter cheer among one another and decorate the dormitory? 

(NOTE: The Ramshackle relocation narrative is still in operation.) 

BIRTHDAY COLUMN.

Birthday celebrations are an honored tradition at Night Raven University. The following students and faculty have upcoming birthdays:

Student and Faculty Birthdays: None

OTHER.

Mun birthdays: None

[musubiki]

Pokemon AUs are.... good AUs... 😭💖👌

they are so good!!!!! 😭 i deadass might make a whole au with everyone i love pkmn aus so much 😭😭💕💕

[dirty-xenobladeconfessions]

if yall wanna talk to me about canadian shit you gotta ask me about making maple taffy on snow or the plethora of weird canadian kids shows from the early 2000s

[venomsbabe]

If donna Diego dies i hope its not fucked up.

And i hope the symbiote doesn't die.

But if she is gonna go out.

Can i have her symbiote?

I want scream.

She is so fucking cute.

I need my killer space banana taffy waifu.

She and i will be besties for life.

Im sorry im emotional over this space goop/and her sexy host.

But look at her

Also i love her deadly hair powers. Fucking metal dude. Look at her! How can you not love her? Highly underrated female character and character period.

I swear on stan Lee's name. This women make me feel things(my bisexual havin monster loving ass cant handle this much smexy)

Love scream.

I hope they do her justice in the venom movie.

I wanna see her kick ass. She my fave villain/ally.(she was an ally of venom in some universes i thought)

[karikarasuno]

Pairing: Shouta Aizawa x Fem!Reader

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 8.5k

Warnings/Tags: Established Relationship, Marital Problems, Beach House Setting, Flashbacks, Angst, Canon Divergence, Quirk Explanation 

a/n: behold my submission for @mybigbangacademia. I’ve had a crazy journey writing this big boy, but it was all worth it and I’m kinda proud of what it has turned into. thanks to all the admin for hosting this event, it was amazing seeing all of the work and effort you all put into this. and another huge shout out to @thegetoufather for (1) dealing with me and (2) being a massive support. and thanks to the lovely @strafepanzer who read this over for me and allowed me to be scared as hell about the deadline in her dms. i hope anyone who reads this enjoys my little passion project and I appreciate you x a million.

masterlist | part one | part two

The drive to the beach house is quiet, not unlike many of the interactions you and your husband have been having recently. The distance between the two of you could probably be filled with the ocean you were currently driving towards. A vast unknown of deep, deep uncertainty. You kind of regretted the suggestion to come out here for the summer. If you didn’t know what to say to him at home, how would you figure it out here? When it’s just the two of you and the silence stretched like taffy, sticky and thinning with every passing moment. 

You fiddled with the radio for most of the drive, adjusting the dial to change the station the further away from home you got. The silence needed to be filled with something. Usually, and what you hoped for, it was conversation. Casual, comfortable conversation. But that was few and far between nowadays. You could probably count the number of times the two of you actually talked in the last few months on one hand. Which had hairline fractures slicing through your heart, the inevitable shattering of it bound to happen any day now.

Shouta pulls into the driveway, gravel crunching beneath the tires and the sun shining bright through the windshield. The force of the light bounces off the scar beneath his eye, the thickened skin pink and glowing. The urge to stroke it with your thumb is heavy in your chest, to feel the ridged skin glide beneath your fingertips like you had done so many times before. But you stop yourself, turning to look at the wind chimes hung up in the patio, the slight breeze clattering them together and apart. 

He got out of the car first, turning it off and wordlessly heading to the trunk. It takes a minute for you to unclick your seatbelt as you mentally prepare for the state of this trip. The getaway that is surely supposed to fix whatever went sorely wrong in your marriage. But you promised yourself to keep your expectations low, three weeks is not enough time to repair a year’s worth of damage. Whatever damage that may be. 

Shouta taps on your window with his knuckle, gaze unreadable when he lifts a hand to show you that he got your bags from the back. You have the keys in your purse and even though a percentage of you wanted to beg for him to get back in the car and just drive back to the city, you will yourself from the passenger seat. He steps aside so you can step out into the summer heat. The sea breeze doing nothing to cool down the anxiety burning through your skin. You want so badly for this to work, for this to heal and scar over the wounds that were beginning to feel too deep. And you genuinely didn’t know what you would do if it didn’t. The idea of losing him is too painful to dwell on, so you push it down and into the farthest corner of your consciousness. 

Not even entertaining the thought for a second. 

There are quite a few stairs leading up to the front door. The white paint coating each step is faded, small streaks of the walnut wood finish peeking through. You pull the keys out of your bag, smiling to yourself when you notice the Midnight keychain hanging off the ring. For as much as you had clowned Nemuri and Hizashi for drunkenly buying a beach house one night, the one they chose is rather beautiful. Nestled between clusters of beach grass and sand dunes. 

The steps led to a wraparound porch, a matching white railing attached to the overhang by boxy white pillars. Shouta set down the luggage near the door, sticking his hands into his pockets as he ventured around one side of the house. You place a hand on the side of the house, admiring the cool grey paint, gentle blue hues complimented by the ocean roaring behind it. Instinctively, you search for a heartbeat, flutterings of your now activated quirk tingling your nerves. But there isn’t one, obviously. Just still, cool stucco beneath your flat palm. Without a pulse there aren’t feelings to be detected, but still you wondered if the emotions you harbored inside of you could ever be absorbed by the walls you resided in. 

You stick the key in the lock, twisting until you feel it give under the pressure. The door swings open towards you to reveal a vast family room. There is a rustic orange l-shaped sofa taking up most of the space, emerald green and mustard yellow throw pillows are scattered across its surface. Leaving behind very little room to lounge on. A large area rug covers most of the mahogany wood paneled flooring. The colors mimicked that of the furniture, the rich brown of the flooring somehow bringing it all together. 

Sliding glass doors line the opposite wall, a breathtaking view of the ocean is clear past the deck, two lounge chairs and a circular table decorating it. You grab one of the bags by the handle to roll it in, stepping over the threshold and onto the jute braided runner. 

Shouta pads in after you, the other bag in tow as he presumably does the same thing you did. You spare him a sideways glance over your shoulder, his hair much more windswept than it was earlier. You toe off your shoes and leave them by the door, a small shoe rack is tucked away in the corner. 

“Wow, this is…” you rest a hand on the back of the sofa, running it across the velvety fabric as the color shifts beneath your palm. 

“Loud,” Shouta finishes, staring at the living room decor with a light scrunch in his nose. It’s cute, the distaste written plainly on his face. And again, the urge to touch him is strong in your limbs, but you stick your hands in the pockets of your linen overalls, toying with the loose string lining the inside. 

“Our fault for letting those two hang out without us,” you start, leaning against the edge of the couch and staring at the waves lapping the shore. “They make crazy decisions like this when at least one of us isn’t around.” 

He hums, the low vibration tickling your eardrums. Other than that he doesn’t say anything else, just a solemn nod in agreement as he rolls his suitcase into the room beside him. It opens up into a spacious master bedroom. A king sized bed pressed against the wall in its center. Unlike the living room, the stylistic choices are toned down by several notches. The wooden four poster bed frame houses a heap of white bedding, all crisp and clean and light. There is a chunky knitted blanket hanging off the end of the bed, plum colored and incredibly cozy looking. 

There’s also a chest at the foot of the bed, an open lock hanging from the ring. Curiosity drives you forward as you slip the metal through the loop. Shouta has already moved on to the closet, sliding hangers around to see where he can put his things. You hold the cold steel in your hand, pressing it down to warm it in your grip while the other lifts the heavy lid. 

You laugh. With a roll of your eyes and a shake of your head. Because you’re met with leather and silk and silicone. All things you should’ve expected to find, but didn’t. 

“Why am I not surprised?” You jump at his sudden voice behind you, the top snapping shut when you startled enough to lose your grip on it. Your cheeks heat up with sharp embarrassment, like you were caught doing something you shouldn’t be. Which, under normal circumstances, you wouldn’t be so nervous. But just as soon as the talking stopped, so had the sex. You laugh again, this time strained, as you stand up, slipping the lock back into the ring and opening a drawer to the dresser. 

“It is Nemuri’s house after all,” you say in an attempt to keep the conversation light, afraid to touch on any of the tense parts of your relationship. He goes back into the closet with another nod of his head, eyes tired and distant. When he disappears from your sight you release a quiet sigh, resting your head against the edge of the dresser. The thick wood digs into your forehead, the pressure grounding you enough to steady your racing heartbeat. Dull thuds dropping low into your chest cavity before you pull away to begin unpacking your things.

It’s a silent affair. The two of you wordlessly step around each other to empty out your bags. It’s difficult to pinpoint when exactly the silence started to loom over you like a dense fog. Harder to say when that fog became so opaque you could no longer see him through it. Just that it’s there, haunting and melancholic. 

Once everything is squared away into its temporary home, you take yourself on a tour around the house as Shouta showers. The bathroom is just as grandiose as the rest of the house. A standalone shower is built into one corner, while a tub that looks large enough to fit three people is propped beneath a window– the ocean a clear shot away. 

You wonder how they lucked out on such great real estate without having seen it first. And you are too scared to even ask how much they paid for this damn place. But it’s still too luxurious for you to complain, the beach seen from nearly every angle of the house. As you wander further into the cottage style home you come across the kitchen, it’s smaller than what you would’ve expected compared to everything else. The cabinets were white with delicate marble countertops. A small mobile island is wheeled into the center, the base the same color as the outside of the house. 

You take your phone from out of your pocket, texting Nemuri about how impressed you are with this gem of a home. A rare find you’d describe it as. Especially considering that the dining room had a tiny breakfast nook with a bay window, a design you are sure isn’t built into many of the modern homes lining the rest of the road. There is even an extra room with a desk and daybed, the color scheme just as funky as the living room’s, navy blue and sage green flooding the space. 

She texts you back when you reach the deck, your hands on the railing as you inhale the smell of salt and sand. The sun is still high in the sky for late afternoon, the rays beating down on the top of your head make it hard to read the words on your too dimmed screen. 

Nemuri

I knew you’d love it! 

You smile because she knows you well, always on the nose when it comes to reading you like a book. There’s a beat as you watch the typing bubbles appear and disappear at the bottom of the screen, your hand is shielding your eyes so you could see your phone better. You hesitate in replying, waiting for her to finish her thought before you say anything. And soon enough your phone vibrates in your hand, her words sending a weird pang through your chest.

Nemuri

Just promise you and Shouta will be okay?

Your thumbs hover over the keyboard, a frown tugging at the edges of your lips. She is worried about you two, given everything that has transpired over the last year. And you couldn’t blame her really. It’s difficult enough trying to talk the students down from their ledges, but you? She has seen you break down more than you wanted her to in the last few months. 

From You

I’ll let you know

You keep it brief, no promises. Low expectations. That will stay your mantra for this trip. Because you don’t think you can handle any more disappointment. Not when you hear the shower turn off as you enter the living room again. Not when instead of coming out to look for you, he stays in the bedroom. Door closed. Steps unheard. 

“Something’s wrong,” you say into your cup of steaming coffee. You stare at the leaf design from the froth swirl around your cappuccino. Even inside you can feel the sharp bite of winter through the wide window you sit beside. You’re hoping for snow this year, maybe an inch or so that would make the city feel clean and new, even for just a minute. So far there has been nothing. Nothing but bitter cold and slicing winds. Frigid enough to make your joints ache and your heart freeze over. 

“What do you mean by wrong?” Nemuri asks, keeping her eyes out the window, knowing that if she trained them on you, you would crawl back into yourself. It had taken her weeks of pleading to get you to hang out, just the two of you. Your excuses running out when she cornered you in your office and strode you off of campus for lunch. Except you weren’t hungry. Your appetite was long gone for a while now. 

“Shouta and I,” you start, finger sliding over the rim of the mug, dipping in slightly and burning the tip of your finger. “We haven’t been talking. I hardly see him anymore. I don’t know. Something’s just… wrong.”

Nemuri taps the table with a nail, mulling it over in her head as she tilts it to the side. Eyes still cast on the people bustling by.

“And I don’t wanna push or pry given all the new information we’ve received. I know he’s trying to sort it out himself, in his own head. I just can’t help but feel like I’m losing him. All of him,” you continue, for the sake of getting it off of your chest before you could overthink it. You turn to look out the window only to be met with her gaze locked on your reflection. 

Contemplative and sympathetic.

You want to cower, hide behind the carefully constructed mask you have been presenting to the world each day. But she knows you better than that. Can see straight through it despite all of your best efforts. 

“And what does that look like? Losing him?” She asks, as if it was that easy to put into words. Because it sounds like something physical, tangible. Like he’s there one day and then gone the next. But instead he’s always there within arm’s reach, never close enough to touch, but close regardless.

You work together, run in the same circle of friends, and interact with all the same students. You’re with him every time you sign your own name. Your first always followed by his last. But no, losing him doesn’t look like anything. It just feels like everything. All at once. 

“Nothing. It looks like nothing,” you admit, plainly because it’s the truth. “Because when I try to imagine a life without him I can’t.”

She nods like she understands. Or maybe she is simply acknowledging you, the version of you that is finally opening up again. So you went on, breaking the hold she has on your gaze and taking a sip of your coffee.

“It feels like hell though,” you say, glancing up at her profile before fixating on your mug again. “Like I finished this puzzle that I’ve been working on forever, only to find there’s a random piece missing every time I come back to it.”

“Hmm.” It’s thoughtful, the hum that vibrates through her closed lips, parting them only to wrap them around her straw. An iced coffee, even though it was practically freezing outside. The drink left a ring of condensation on the glossy, wooden tabletop, and you can’t help but want to swipe it away with your fingers. 

“What’s missing?” She asks, eyes unwavering from your tired form. The hunch in your shoulders seemingly permanent from exhaustion. And they slump over even further with her million dollar question. One that you are always brushing off with a simple “I don’t know.” Until all of your I don’t know’s were stacked so tall you could no longer see the top. And soon enough they will come toppling over, burying you beneath the damage of your own creation.

“The easiest answer is communication,” you say, matter of factly, your tone switching into the one you use in your sessions with your students– your therapist voice. “But then there’s the new problem of intimacy, or better the lack thereof.”

You cringe at the confession, even though you were stating everything as clinically as possible, it still hurts to admit. “And then there’s us. The old us, the pre-marriage us. Those people are missing and I’m not sure we can ever go back to being them.”

Your voice cracks, your vocal cords scratchy and betraying you. Nemuri reaches over the table for your hand, her palm warm and welcoming after so long without physical touch. Which you can understand, surely anyone running from their feelings wouldn’t want to touch the one person that could read them with slight skin to skin contact. Tears are beginning to burn the back of your throat, and you clear your throat to try to suppress them. Crying in the middle of a cafe wouldn’t be the ideal situation at the moment. 

“How about you two get away?” She proposes, unbridled hope lacing her tone. Hope that you missed hearing in your own voice. “We have that beach house out in Okinawa?”

The offer made you chuckle, remembering the conversation you had that Monday morning after winter break. The one where she admitted that she and Hizashi stayed up late one night blowing their money on solely the pictures of a house on the beach. 

“I still can’t believe you guys did that,” you laugh, tight but relieved. “But I don’t know if that’s a good idea.” 

“Aw, come on,” she insists, squeezing your hand, familiar and encouraging. “It might be exactly what you need. Alone time can solve so much and with everything going on, it may be nice to get away for a while. Enjoy the ocean, y’know, for free.” 

You think it over. The offer is enticing, but is it enticing enough to just pack up and leave with the man you haven’t spoken more than pleasantries with in over a month? 

Nemuri squeezes your hand again, this time with glowing enthusiasm, like she knows you’re going to say yes. That with her looking at you the way she was, eyes sparkling with expectation, smile soft and inviting— that you won’t refuse her, can’t say no. So you choose the next best thing. 

“I’ll think about it,” you say, squeezing her hand back, hoping that was enough to appease her. “Mainly because it’s cold as fuck out and there’s no way in hell I’m going to the ocean in the dead of winter.” 

And she laughs, with a shake of her head, eyes still holding a sadness for you that you want to hate, but can’t bring yourself to. 

“Fine,” she responds, leaning away from you, fingers still intertwined with yours. “We'll revisit this next season. Don’t think I won’t.”

The sunset is brilliant. Glorious shades of orange and gold bathe the bathroom in a warm glow. The white tiles shimmer in the light as you step into the shower. You had entered the master only after Shouta left it. He’s so quiet you didn’t notice when he joined you out on the deck. Feeling his presence a few feet beside you before you acknowledged it.

“Great view,” you say, breaking another deafening silence with idle small talk. And he simply nods, forearms braced on the railing as he takes it all in. You try not to feel uncomfortable in your own skin, out of place next to the man that you share a bed with. You try not to feel like you need to fill every lull in conversation with something. It all just makes you miss the ease of your relationship– the comfort you used to find in each lull. Or the serenity you remember swaddling yourself so tightly in. You’d stayed for a few beats longer before excusing yourself to shower. Maybe scrubbing your body clean will also wash away the icky feeling settled deep against your bones.

The water is scolding when it hits you. The sensation is nearly painful at first until you get used to it. And you stand there. Drowning out the rest of the world and cornering yourself in your own thoughts. Everything kind of blends together in a murky mixture of stress and dread. You take an unsteady breath. It stutters in your chest, all of the functions that should be natural suddenly foreign and tedious. And they all seem to be laced with an undeniable pain, like you're being stung by a bee every moment you dwell on the circumstances that brought you here. Which seems to be every single moment you're awake.

And then in an effort to distract yourself you think of the students, and how they must be feeling and coping and navigating through their own emotions. You think of Eri and the mounting guilt of not being near her, even though she’s in capable hands. Hands that will ensure her safety and security. It’s still difficult to not feel selfish. Selfish for running away to figure your shit out, for prioritizing your relationship when so many fucked up events have been piling one on top of another. For abandoning her and taking away the person she felt so much trust in. 

And you know Shouta must feel the same. It had been difficult convincing him to even come out here given how busy the two of you have been. He thought it would be silly to leave for a month. To abandon such strenuous situations and for what? A vacation? A marriage?

It all feels so goddamn trivial. 

But you couldn’t stop the nagging feeling from scratching at your brain. Telling you to grab this opportunity, to not waste it and to be selfish. Just once. For the sake of your heart and his. Regardless of not knowing where his stands. You should still try.

The water runs cold, the only thing drawing you out of your thoughts and reminding you of where you are. You rinse off the stray bubbles left behind by your body wash before shutting off the shower spray. The sun is also much lower in the horizon than you would’ve guessed. Time having escaped you.

You towel off, choosing to focus on your night time routine. The one thing you still have full control over. As you rub lotion into your arms, methodically and with devout care, there’s a knock on the door. Shouta not waiting for an answer before he comes in. You look at him through the mirror, taking in the same black long sleeve that’s always hugging his body and the way he leans up against the door frame. Like he’s too exhausted to hold up his own weight. 

“Hey,” he says, voice slightly hoarse from under use, eyes barely meeting yours through the glass. “I’m gonna go into town to grab some dinner.”

Your motions slow, swallowing the spit that had gathered in your mouth before nodding in acknowledgment. 

“Hizashi had texted me some restaurants he thought we should try, so I’ll probably head to one of those,” he continues, pushing his sleeve up to his elbow while his stare moves to look out the window opposite him. 

“Yeah, ok,” you nod again, adjusting the towel that’s secured around your chest. “I should be ready soon if you don’t mind waiting.”

The response is instinctual. Usually out of courtesy since his typical answer would’ve been, “No, I don’t mind.” Followed by a kiss to your temple, a teasingly snide comment about taking your time thrown over his shoulder. 

Instead he shakes his head no, crossing his arms over his chest before finally meeting your gaze. The one that has been locked on him from the moment he stepped into the bathroom.

“No, it’s ok. Don’t wanna interrupt you. Just wanted to give you a heads up.” As if this is so inconveniencing to you. The idea of accompanying him around town, spending more time with him. To grab dinner. For the both of you.

How terribly inconvenient. 

“Oh, of course, yeah,” you stammer, swiping at a strand of hair that had fallen into your vision. “Thanks for letting me know.”

“Mm,” he hums through closed lips, pushing himself off of the door frame preparing to walk out. “I’ll call you when I get there for your order.”

“No need. Just get me whatever, I,” you pause, swallowing around nothing, “...trust you.”

It sounds strained, even to your own ears. The words said in your voice but not sounding like you at all. He breaks eye contact, however minimal it was, and wordlessly leaves. The solitude you had grown accustomed to, maybe even comfortable in, is now feeling like a chasm. Your thoughts echoing in the growing distance, bouncing off of concrete walls and driving you towards your insanity. 

Some odd hours pass before Shouta returns, take-out containers balancing in his palm as he locks the door behind him. You’re out on the deck again, stars clear and twinkling above your head as your knees are curled into your chest. The waves are calm as they lap at the shore, rhythmic as they draw the evening nearer. The breeze is chillier than you would’ve expected, your thin cardigan barely suppressing the shiver crawling down your spine. You watch as he pulls plates from the cabinets, opening lids off of the containers before serving it. You hesitate, walking over to him. There’s a gravitational pull there, one that has you wanting to be around him and in his presence, but you fight it. Not wanting to cross the new, unspoken boundaries. But once you reach him, hands splaying out on the cool marble surface, you decide not to overthink it. To treat this getaway for what it is. One day at a time. And to accept every hour with a curious stride. 

He hands over a bowl of katsu curry, sliding it across the island until it meets your fingertips. The food is still hot, steam curling over the bowl, the smell of spices warming your soul. He tilts his head towards the dining room table, hardly lit up by the kitchen lamp and crisp moonlight. Yet you follow, sitting across from him, in what would be a romantic dinner. Small, quiet, and intimate. Except you know that isn’t the case. Your nights of romantic dinners are long behind you. Instead you eat in silence, just the sounds of utensils hitting ceramic, your chewing grating at your eardrums. 

But the realization hits you halfway through, that while this dinner is being eaten in fiddly silence. It’s the first dinner you’ve eaten together in quite a long time. Just the two of you. And you glance at him after every bite of food, stare as his jaw works down his meal. And it’s painful how much you miss him. The longing that’s embedded so deeply into your body, it feels like indigestion. 

How did you get here? So far removed from the individuals you used to be? The unit that you created together that was so unbreakable? How did either of you allow it to crack and crumble into a heap of debris?

The bar is crowded and loud. You are corralled into a corner booth, bag squished against your hip as Aizawa sits, cross-armed beside you. He’s chatting with Mic, or moreso listening and nodding while Mic takes him on a whirlwind of a story. You are feeling intrusive, like you’re barging into established friendship dynamics without permission. You squirm, the heat of awkwardness making your hands clammy and your clothes feel entirely too heavy. 

It’s the Friday after your first week. The adjustment period of being in a new country and starting a new job is still fresh. So you surprise yourself when you agree to go out tonight. Not that there was much room for negotiation when Midnight pouted, pleaded, and held your hand all the way off campus. Mic and Aizawa showed up afterwards, your cheeks getting warm when Aizawa decided to slip into the seat next to you.

It’s juvenile, the fast-paced crush you formed on Aizawa. It’s mostly surface level since you didn’t know him well, but you were smitten regardless after he helped you pick up your fallen paperwork on your first day. Even walking you over to your office before the school day officially started. He was nice, if not a little bit distant. Courteous and attentive, especially with all of your nervous rambling. You were stupidly taken with him. But you knew better than to get involved with anyone right now, or to even entertain the idea of it. 

Yet, you’re still nervously sweating and at a loss for words simply because he was sitting next to you. How schoolgirl of you. 

Thankfully Midnight shows up with the drinks, all very precariously balanced in her hands as she slides in next to Mic. She rests the gin and tonic you ordered in front of you, clapping her hands once before she turns all the attention towards you.

“So,” she starts, taking a sip of her drink, “what brings Miss America all the way to UA?” 

You choke on a laugh, her forwardness still needing some time to get used to. “Well, employment mostly. I kind’ve applied on a whim, thought my skill set could really work here. Next thing I knew I was getting a call with a job offer and a month to move halfway across the world.”

“Skill set?” Aizawa asks, arms still crossed over his chest, your lingering gaze absolutely betraying you. And you nod, taking a sip far larger than you should’ve before you answer his question.

“Yeah, I have a few years of experience working in a private practice for counseling, so I decided to try my hand at school counseling. Kinda needed a change of pace, I guess,” you shrug, looking at him over the rim of your glass. 

“And your quirk?” He asks abruptly, Mic throwing a crumpled up straw wrapper at him. Midnight laughs, head thrown back against the back of the booth when Aizawa glares.

“You can’t just ask people that, ya fucking weirdo,” Mic says, all teasing with an eyebrow quirked and eyes looking at him over his tinted glasses. 

“Why not?” Aizawa sounds almost offended at the call out, finally reaching for his scotch and bringing it to his lips. 

“What are we? In prison?” Midnight laughs, hand resting on her chest as she tries to calm her laughter, leaning on Mic as they both collectively lose it. 

“It’s a valid question, is it not?” He turns his head to look at you. “Is it not?” He asks again, this time with a slight upturn of his lips, definitely amused but standing his ground. 

“I mean, technically, yes, but it was a little out of nowhere,” you say with a chuckle, head in your hand as Midnight and Mic laugh harder. They love getting a rise out of him, apparently. Using each other to egg him on until he caves. And it was entertaining to say the least. Watching the three of them, so obviously familiar with one another, be so open and fun. It’s refreshing, has the tight bubble of anxiety living in your chest since the move, ease a little. And for the first time all week you relax some, shoulders untensing, back slumping into the booth behind you. Aizawa seems to notice, his small smile softening a bit around the edges as the both of you take another sip of your respective drinks.

“So?” He urges, head tilting in emphasis. 

“We all are kinda curious,” Midnight agrees, finally composed enough to get back to the round of questioning. “Especially after Principal Nezu was all secretive about it.”

This has your eyebrows furrowing, confused as to why he kept it a secret when it wasn’t one. It took you longer than normal to gain control over it, oftentimes overstimulating you when you couldn’t reel it in. But since then you’ve mastered it, and it has really helped establish rapport with many of your patients over the years.

“That’s odd,” you say, wringing your hands in your lap, suddenly nervous. “The best way to explain it though would be emotional regulation. My quirk is activated through physical touch, which is the primary limitation. But once that contact happens, it’s like an exchange of emotions. I feel what you feel, and in turn I can swap it with another feeling in order to calm you down.”

“Sounds tricky,” Mic chimes in, nodding thoughtfully. “So when you say swap…?”

“Let’s say you get irrationally angry and you can’t self-regulate that anger, as long as I can touch any part of you,” you hold out your hand in demonstration. “I’ll take some of that anger and replace it with something like apathy. Only problem is, I retain whatever I take out. That’s the tricky part.”

“So how do you stop yourself from getting irrationally angry too?” Aizawa asks, body facing you now, curiosity written all over his face. 

“Nothing in particular, but when I was training it was hard to redirect that emotion on my own. Kind of like the feelings were too big for my body. But every feeling can be a productive feeling if you know what to do with it.”

They all stare at you, questions clear on their expressions– the attentiveness making you uncomfortable. Explaining your quirk always feels complicated, the nuances you discovered over time only ever complicating the explanation. When your quirk first showed up, it manifested into you being a very irritable, sensitive child. Since you had little to no control over it, being in a room full of people always made you dizzy. Even if the touch was just a graze, you were plagued with migraines. It wasn’t until your parents managed to send you to a quirk specialist that you fully realized the depths of your quirk. After that, it was a battle of will and ambition to get you where you were today. 

“Try it on me.” Midnight holds out her hand, wiggling her fingers in your direction. “Tell me how I’m feeling.”

She’s giddy, mischief alight in her irises as her smile broadens. 

“This isn’t some party trick,” you tease, taking her hand despite your reservations. You glance at their faces before you activate your quirk, all eyes focused on where your hands are joined. You feel the tingling in your fingertips first, then an itching hot sensation radiates across your palm. Midnight’s fingers twitch beneath your hand, and you conjure up a feeling of tranquility to exchange for whatever emotion she gives you. 

But the shock hits you first, your body temperature rising with a deep fluttering low in your belly. And you gasp, pulling your hand from hers so quickly you almost knock over Aizawa’s drink. You flush, eyes wide as you stare at her in disbelief. She’s suppressing a smirk, and you can’t help the breathless chuckle that bubbles up your throat. 

“You’re ridiculous, Midnight,” you say, pressing your fingertips into your warm cheek. Mic’s laugh booms over the table when he realizes what just happened, slapping the table hard enough to make the glasses rattle. 

“You didn’t?” He cackles, face red from the alcohol. Midnight just looks smug, entertainment all over her features. And your heart is still thudding densely in your chest, lust that is not your own still coursing through you. 

“I couldn’t help myself,” she says, shrugging before urging you to take another drink, surely looking as flustered as you feel. “And call me Nemuri, now that we’ve gotten a little intimate.” 

She winks, flashing a cheeky smile that has you shaking your head and looking away. Your gaze wanders over to Aizawa, who is stock still, eyes narrowed at you inquisitively and a dusting of pink over his cheekbones. You’re already feeling some type of way after using your quirk on Midnight. Your skin is just that much more sensitive, your body’s senses heightened to an annoyingly high level of awareness. None of that being helped by his indifferent stare, the kind that looks like he’s studying you, trying to figure you out. It makes you shift in your seat before Mic and Midnight’s raucous chatter brings you back. 

He’s hard to read. His face is perfectly blank when he wants it to be. But right now he’s an open book. The openness in his expression is subtle, but there’s a burning interest there. His lips are in a thin line, like he’s contemplating something. And before he can say whatever was on the tip of his tongue, Mic calls his name. The odd spell he had you under is effectively broken. 

Yet, you still feel like you’re being held under his gaze. The stare going straight to your toes, your skin layered in a thin sheen of sweat. And you don’t know whether to blame the alcohol, or Midnight for the unexpected kick of arousal. Or Aizawa. For simply being him and looking at you the way that he was.

And when your body heats up again of its own volition, you have your answer. 

Morning creeps in quicker than you expected. Despite the fact that you’re on vacation and that all of your alarms have been turned off, you still wake up with the first rising of the sun. The first day’s sun rays are peeking through the soft white curtains, and when you turn over, away from the direct sunlight in your eyes, you find Shouta’s side of the bed empty.

You fumble around the sheets in search of your phone, yanking it from the charger when the cool plastic case meets your fingers. The screen lights up, 6:48AM shining down brightly at you and you sigh, wishing that you slept in just a few minutes later. And also wishing that you hadn’t woken up alone again.

After dinner, you stayed up to wash the dishes. Not much cleaning needed to be done, since you had eaten take out. Shouta had gone to bed, having set up on his side of the bed and tucked himself in by the time you went to join him. He had left the lamp on your nightstand on, his hair loose on his pillow as he faces the opposite direction. When you’d finally settled in beside him there might as well have been a wall of pillows between you. Both of your bodies rested on the edges of the mattress. Sleep came slowly after that, even with the exhaustion melting you into the bed. And once it did arrive, it was restless. Your mind, body, and heart fighting it off like a virus. 

The rest of the house is just as quiet, which is to be expected, when you gather the strength to get up and out of bed. Shouta isn’t anywhere to be found, but the coffee pot has freshly brewed coffee in it. The smell is delicious, sending a spark of life through your veins as your feet lead you straight to it. You prepare it before you go looking for Shouta, mug warming up your palms as you walk around the house and opening all the blinds. The natural light bouncing off the vibrancy of the living room furniture and bringing some extra life into the home. 

You end up finding Shouta in the second bedroom, perched at the desk with his back facing you and hunched over his laptop. You hadn’t realized he packed it, the opportunity to catch up on work not evading him. He doesn’t seem to notice your presence in the doorway, and if he does, he makes no motion to acknowledge it. You’re in a sticky predicament. On one hand you want to greet him. Want to call out to him with an airy good morning just to seek the attention you so badly crave from him. On the other, you can’t seem to. The possibility of crushing disappointment freezing you in your spot, vocal cords locked in your throat, dry and unused. 

So you leave, the space in the doorway empty again. And the pounding thought that you should maybe try harder bumps between your temples. That it isn’t fair for you to wait around for him to make the first move. To expect something akin to an apology when in reality neither of you has done anything wrong. Not in the all consuming, soul crushing way. But more in the “what decision in our past led us here” kind of way. 

You had no idea how long he would hole himself up in there for, taking the liberty to go through the cabinets to look for things that you’d need for the stay. Groceries, obviously. Luckily, the place is fully stocked with dishes, utensils, and kitchen appliances. Clearly, either Nemuri or Hizashi had someone come out to make sure everything was in order for your getaway. So you make a list of food to buy, deciding to spend the morning at the local farmers market and grocery store. With the hope that maybe by then Shouta and you could spend some time together. Even if it is spent in another pregnant silence. 

The car keys are on the kitchen counter, after some quick googling and an outfit change, you leave. The sun hitting you first, the heat would be suffocating if you weren’t directly next to the ocean. The breeze a welcome companion beneath the summer sun. You send Shouta a text saying you were heading out, using the excuse of not wanting to disturb him while he worked, instead of the real reason. Which felt a lot like avoiding and sneaking out like an unruly teenager. 

It’s hard for you to rationalize your own behavior sometimes. Because you want him and you want this. To save your marriage from the failure that felt so near. But you actively made decisions that went against that very desire. Which is plainly idiotic. And makes a squirmy, inky feeling swirl around in your chest. Like an eel slithered in there at some point, electrocuting your senses whenever they seemed to dull towards the side of stupidity. 

The key sticks in the lock, making you have to use more force than you anticipated when twisting it. You pull the door harder against the frame to ease the slide of the lock in place before heading down the porch steps, your eyesight obscured by the sun blaring heavily above your head. And as you reach the final step a sharp yowl is met beneath your foot. A flash of fur bolting across your sandy driveway before it stops beside your car, licking its back out of habit. 

The cat is small and scraggly. Mostly white with a splotch of orange around its face and another of black on its spine. And you frown, guilt in your stomach as you pause at the end of the steps— eye contact intense enough to feel your soul being peered into. You immediately squat down to its level, maintaining the distance in case you’ve already frightened it and hold out a steady hand. You wiggle your fingers while making kissy noises hoping that it would see you as a friend instead of the threat you initially introduced yourself as. 

“Hey little guy,” you coo, voice high and tinny. “Sorry for stepping on you.” 

It only looks at you for a second, eyes shifting from your face down to your beckoning fingers. As if contemplating whether you truly are friend or foe. You curl in towards your knees, making yourself smaller in an attempt to lessen the chances of it walking away from you. Because it really is cute. A gorgeous long haired coat that is in need of some grooming and care, but still elegant against the beachy backdrop.

And you silently cheer when it stretches, front legs extended towards you in a luxurious bend. And you openly smile when it struts your way, tiny confidence in every step until its wet nose meets your fingertips, sniffing until it decides in the end that you are friend and rubs its head against your knuckles. 

You get a few good pets in, realizing quickly that ‘it’ is actually a boy. When he seems to be through with you he makes his way up the porch steps and lounges in the first swatch of light he sees. 

“Koi,” you say aloud, naming him as soon as the name hits you. The patches of different colored fur reminds you of a koi fish, making it rather fitting. You glance down at your list of things needed, digging the pen from out of your pocket and jotting down cat food right at the end. 

You pray as you head down the driveway that you don’t get lost, the service on the island patchy enough to give up using the GPS on your cell phone. Most of the roads are straight forward though, signs on every corner with a cute hand painted one adorning the entry to the farmers market. You turn on another gravelly road, parking in an open land of grass near some of the other parked cars. 

It’s all so vibrant. The fruits and vegetables under the overhangs of the stands, the overhangs themselves painted and decorated with colors so bright it’s hard to just focus on one. Not when all of them are so pretty. You get lost in between the stalls, an experience outside of your own body as you find peace feeling vegetables for firmness and smelling fruits for fragrance. You had a basket with some tote bags in the car, filling two of them with fresh produce that wafts up to your nose with every swish of your arms. 

You definitely over purchased, rifling through possible recipes in your mind as you make your way back to the car. The heat is starting to get thicker, heavy enough to have sweat trickling down your temple from your hairline. You check the time and it’s barely 11 am, your stomach rumbling to remind you that you’ve skipped breakfast. You still have to stop at the grocery store before heading back to the house, and yet you never received a text back from Shouta. Not even with suggestions on what he would want or need from the store. It’s hard for you not to read into it. Difficult to cut your brain off from the train of thought that what if when you returned, he was gone. Bags packed, every trace of him just erased from this existence. Like you imagined the whole thing.

It’s silly. A bit dumb on your part. He’s never once let you down, yet you sit here and doubt the man you’re desperately in love with. For what? A few moments of emotional distance and your walls are building and his are seemingly impenetrable. Frustrating to say the least. With yourself and the whole evolution of your marriage. Because it has only been a year and it’s like it’s already over. The hopeless feeling you battle daily seeping into your psyche before the hot metal of the car handle draws you back. The skin of your palm burns with how long you left it sitting there. 

The grocery store is just down the road from the market, the parking lot oddly empty for this time of the day. The residents here are friendly, smiling as you push your cart down the aisle. And helpful when you ask where certain items are. This stop moves much quicker than the last, your body seeking nourishment as a pressure headache starts to build behind your eyes and another cup of coffee begins to call your name. You hadn’t realized you purchased so much until the trunk was full and overflowing with bags. And you dread taking them all up the porch steps when you get back home. 

But you are pleased to see Koi still waiting for you. Smiling at his little body perched on a step and yawning wide as he watches you pull into the driveway. You pile most of the bags up your arms, teetering side to side from the uneven weight distribution as you make your way towards him. You struggle to unlock the door, dropping the keys when you miss the keyhole and laughing at yourself when you startle Koi and he runs into some shrubs. 

You hear the door unlock though as you’re bending down to pick up the key chain. The bags begin to dig into your forearms as you squat low to the ground. And before you stand up fully, the door swings open, hinges squeaking sharply as Shouta stands in the doorway, hand shielding his eyes while his gaze drifts down to where you’re kneeling. 

He arches an eyebrow inquisitively, waiting for you to get up and when you don’t his brows furrow. You’re a little bit stunned. Surprised that he heard you coming. But also the way he’s looking at you has unexpected goosebumps erupting on your skin. The physical attraction you knew was always there, slamming into you and you don’t know how to react. Typically you’d make a move. Hell, you’d forget about the bags weighing your body down and climb him in the foyer. 

But nothing about the people you are now is typical. Odd shame washes over you for even feeling so attracted to him right now. For desiring him so devastatingly, it throws you off your steady footing. 

“Need a hand?” He’s leaning on the doorway with his elbow, still staring at you with slight confusion since you didn’t move. Your eyes travel down down his bicep, across his chest, up his neck, and finally to his face. And your ears heat up because you’ve taken too long to answer him.

“Huh?”

He squats in front of you, grabbing some of the plastic bags from where they’re barely hovering over the ground. “Come on, I’ll help you.”

When he’s careful not to touch your hands, avoiding your exposed skin like it’ll burn him, you remember he may not feel that same attraction anymore for you. The grimace that overwhelms you is hard to hide, and you just shuffle away from him. Sliding the bags from your forearms to help him grab a few. You refuse to meet his eyes when you stand, staring at your feet until he turns into the house and you can follow him. Guilt turns in your chest, attaches to the bout of lust you originally felt and almost disgusts you. It’s not like you did anything wrong, to feel this way for your fucking husband. But you feel young and small again. Not knowing how to navigate a feeling everyone tells young girls to feel so ashamed of. And you hate it. Hate reverting to someone you worked so hard to get away from. 

It sucks. All of it. So damn bad. 

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[milffromohio]

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So......I made another thing for the au started by @shadeswift99 and @red-rose-gown . And if you guys want more and have requests? Feel free to shoot me an ask :)

Tw: body horror

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It was a pretty good start to the day for bdubs. Hed woken up early, hed gotten plenty of rest nad alot of work done! It was becoming a very productive day, yet he couldn't shake the feeling something was....wrong. everything felt too....quiet. or cheery. Impulse seemed to be the only other person to ever answer his com, and he was acting odd.

All bdubs knew was that is was some movie spoof thing. But all of the bones screamed he shouldn't go anywhere near botem, and it made him wonder is something else was at play here. But it was better not to know....

Right?

Bdubs decided not to dwell on this, going to brush and breed some more some more Llamas up! He had to stay above the competition afterall. Now, he was just finishing up when he saw something he hadn't before.

One of his llamas was.....unusually puffy.

No, bdubs wasn't imagining it- was he? No. No way! He decided, walking over to the llama a bit cautiously. Odd. It was.....? He saw it was fluffier then Usual, and it seemed the llama had a light pink tint....Bdubs went to pet the grazing llama and quickly pulled away......

Some fur came off on his fingers...

It wasn't normal. It was sticky and melty. Poofy.....smelled like- bdubs put his nose to the stuff.

Sugar.....?

The builder knew something was wrong. He quickly got the cotton candy like substance off of his hand, although there were now a few lighter blotches of skin where some of it was. The builder decided to bandage it up. Didn't X say something about this? Bdubs knew he did. Bdubs remembered the admin visiting a few days ago, telling him to be on the lookout for anything class A-77 v hippies weird. And this was exactly that.

Bdubs sighed, and sat down for a moment. He thought he'd heard something and turned around, seeing the forest and vines....a bit closer then normal. The builder was puzzled. He shrugged. But then.....then he got a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach.

Something inside was telling him to immediately go make sure tango and keralis were okay.

The man quickly acted on this, streighting his red bandanna to calm down. Surely they were fine. This weird candy thing couldn't have done anything too bad- right? After readjusting it again to stop his thoughts from spiraling, bdubs headed over.

His gut sank when he couldn't find tango at his base.

Normally tango was always around, he wasnt afk by any means- bdubs searched his entire place, the farms- and there was still no sign of his netherborn friend. He found some of those candy wrappers from meat impulse was selling scattered about, and a half eaten one on tangos table.

But he was pretty sure tango never left his chair look like he'd fallen out of it.

The next 10 minutes were a blurr of anxiety, and bdubs had to step back from the others house and take a breath, looking out across the water. Keralis was home, he had to be. Said he was working on trading after all.

The builder looked down to his arm to see the pink fur creeping out from his bandages.....like they were growing from out of his hand. He kept the bandages on. Nevermind that, he told himself, not noticing he couldnt really.....feel his hand.

Making sure his friends were safe was all that mattered.

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Bdubs quickly got out of the boat, for once the sun was setting. He could sleep when everyone was safe. He pushed aside the fact his hand was being weird, fuzzy and fluffy and all-

Bdubs head a low noise from inside keralises house and stepped inside. It sounded like a groan.

Everything seemed bright. Brighter. More vibrant, as bdubs noticed, walking in and seeing nothing out of the ordinary......

That's when he saw him.

Keralis was on the floor, laying on his back. He looked.....liquidy. his hair looked slick back and hissclera was purple, but his pupils and such were blue and red, vibrantly blank and glazed over. He had a lopsided grin on his melty face, and didn't look.....human. his skin was super gloopy and melty, and it was like taffy......

"K?" Bdubs asked, immediately coming to his friends side, checking for a pulse. He was alive, just really sticky.....

"M...more..." his friend rasped. "Need more....P..please..."

Bduhs picked keralis up, and felt himself stick to the other. Felt as.....as the others taffy like skin almost....ate him. Or, absorobed....? He didn't have time to worry about that, heading to the boat.

"Dont worry." He said gently as he got them into the boat.

"Im gonna take you to x, he'll know what to do."

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Bdubs couldn't feel anything. It was all fuzzy. He felt like he was in the edge of a cliff, dazed and clear and fuzzy all at once. He hadn't stopped moving since he had found keralis, and now.....his hair was fluffy, tinted pink. His arms up to his elbows were fuzzy and pink, and everything was so nice and vibrant....it was hard not to get distracted. He just wanted to stare.....

No. You have to help get keralis safe, That voice in his head said, as he got up and stumbled out of the boat. He gently picked up keralis and they leaned on eachother, stumbling towards the admins base. Bdubs knocked on his door, and he coulsnt hear the admin talk, but he took keralis.

Keralis was safe.

Bdubs fell full force into it, swing as his eyes finally glazed over and his thoughts reached a murmuring buzz, and the world around him went black.

[yourdaddychan]

wow-

literally just wow- i genuinely have nothing to say about this please- i cannot explain how much this means to me- there's 1000 of us- *hugs all of you* [ especially the porn bots ] *turns into formal luna asf*

i remember when i started in may, just a tiny chatbot with only one mutual, only known to you guys as [ answer : admin ]. and now, almost a year later, i have 1k of my chainsaw eating demons who are metal as fuck 💪ive learned so much being on tumblr, as a part of both the skz writers community and the chatbot community. ive made a bunch of friends, lost a bunch of ones, and 1k of you stuck with me. i cannot begin to express my gratitude to all of you, and how much all of you and your interactions with me mean to me. all of the simping, the random stories, everything. i cherish all of it, and i love all of you. aight so letz get to the personal thanking asf

alsoer i kinda wanted to do something sexy so imma do what color they remind me of :D most of them can be found at this link : https://louisem.com/29880/color-thesaurus-infographic

@kvinly linn bb 🥺through all the drama we've been through and shit im so glad we ended up becoming friends again cause we're kinda sexy together 😉thank you so much for being my 1000th follower bb you mean so much to me and if anyone hurts you im about to *turns into jennie and kachows them* licherally lets nevah fight again

-> you remind me of the color punch , and not only because of the name- underneath that grr me edgy grr me bully you're just a softie simp and that reminds me of punch :D

@undeadbots steph 🥺lemme be your personal broken chopsticks pls :( KLDSKLD anywayz we've also gone through some sexy drama and thankfully you saw da light 😉and now look at us, with our own band, and our own producing line 🥺brohemian rhapsody for life bro 🥺 *big kithie for da best dad in da world :D*

-> you remind me of the color viridian , because it gives me confident vibes :D you carry yourself proudly and confidently as you should tbh go steph

@binniesthighs oh look its a cutie *pushes you to a mirror* right there :D RORORO YOUR BOAT :DD we havent talked too much, besides my simping for jisung- but you give me very sexy energy so imma propose rq *gets down on one knee* will you be the rororo to my boat 🥺thank you for being my moot :D

-> you remind me of the color espresso , because espresso looks like the color to be pretty chill and laid back, and you're all of those, and calming to be around

@toshis-flower BAYBEE BEBE BEEBEE :D thank you so much for being my moot and making me a wifey asf ‼️ you're literally so much like me whats not to love <3 JKSDJKD JKJK you're really sweet and really just a good person to rant to, i love you so so so much and i think im going to remarry you :D

-> you remind me of the color taffy , because you're sweet, cute, and bright :D *eats you* yummy

@lov3ric seyoung. i love you. so much. MY SOULMATEEEE :DD even though we tell the story over and over like a bunch of grandmas, ill still never forget how we became soulmates and then bonded over boba 🥺im licherally going to marry you one day like ez 💪also i wanna eat you can i eat you youre really cute *eats you*

-> you remind me of the color daffodil , because it reminds me of banana milk which reminds me of you tbh- buuuttt did you know that daffodils are one of the first flowers you see when spring starts? that definitely reminds me of you because through all of the cb drama, you've always been there with me, like literally always- i cannot express how much i love you *kithie*

@simpchimp LIDDLE CHEESE FUCKER THEMBO :DD drink water *spank* i love you so much you cutie 🥺you're also licherally the funniest person ever like stop bae i kinda need to be the funniest but noer its you 😔alsoer i love how random you are KDSKLD so nevah stop that because then *revz up arm* youre going to get luna-ified

-> you remind me of the color jam , because even though you seem kinda scary at first [ yes i was 100% scared of you ] you're really soft :D

@berrywoo the sun themself 💪you are easily the purest person ive met, and im so happy i somehow became moots with you :D you literally hit diff, yk? theres something about your personality and the way you act thats so comforting, and that means i eat you because youre too cute :D you cant just be a wholeass teacher for kids and expect not to get eaten kids are licherally demons whoever deals with them properly and treatz dem nicely gets a nom asf

-> you remind me of the color honey , because you're a sunshiney yellow, and you're sweet like honey :D i think you need to hear that its okay not to be okay bb, and you can come to my dms anytime you want to rant 😎

@yourchungha MS OG CHUNGHA MS IM KINDA SCARED OF THE SHIT YOU DO MS FURREH LOVER 101 MS ANNA BANANA :D yeah youre like really nice- thats all i have to say- like how tf do you deal with [ redacted ] like eggsplain- ALSO YOURE CARRYING OUR CONVERSATIONS BECAUSE IDK HOW TO TALK TO PEOPLE DKSJKD I LOVE YOU FOR THAT AND WE SHOULD HAVE LIKE ACTUAL CONVERSATIONS MORE OFTEN

-> you remind me of the color scarlet , because youre a sexy bitch tf and scarlet gives me 'idc what you think im hot' kinda vibes which is like exactly you

@satosimp WINTER DADDY :DD i lub you asf *insert we dont talk anymore by charlie daddy* ugh the way your personality matches mine is kinda sexy or whatever im also kinda in love with you but lets ignore that part 🙄 💪 *big kithes* *eats your cats casually*

-> you remind me of the color lilac , because it just gives me tsundere vibes, you act like you dont care but really do care :D you liddle sawftie *noms your cheekie*

@nightshade-minho DUCKIE :DD *insert we dont talk anymore by charlie daddy pt 2* licherally bae where the fuck are you i miss you you bettah be doing well in school otherwise im going to smack you with a chappal asf DSJJKSD *eats your cat because hes such a cutie*

-> you remind me of the color marigold , because you're adorable and sunshiney :D

@onigirimeeya MICHIE MICHIE MICHIEIEEIEI MY DAD :DDD i like you mucho much if you didnt know *kithes you* you're like one awf da best listeners ever- which is such a weirdass compliment but its true- you're really good at listening, and just being a comforting presence in general, like when you go to the beach and youre just staring at the waves all edgy mode, and it calms you down a fuck ton

-> you remind me of the color mint , for obvious reasons- mint choco chip cookie michie :DD

@hhjs bae we dont talk a lot but im kinda lurking on all of your posts- JKDSJSKD bae remarry me please youre really fucking hot 😭and the way you have with words is like damn- teach me oppar asf

-> you remind me of the color wine , because you're refined, and carry yourself in a way that makes everyone want to be you. the color wine is rich and deep, which reminds me of the way you write :D

@nsfw-stay MY LICHERAL BABIE YOUVE BEEN AN ANON FOR SUCH A LONG TIME AND WEVE TALKED ABOUT SO MUCH SHIT TOGETHER [ a lot about seungmin and jisung but shhh ] I LOVE YOU SO MUCH BB AND I WILL NOM YOU >:( BUT SOFTLY AND OUT OF LOVE *nomz yew* :D

-> you remind me of the color cerulean , because its a baby blue and what fits better than a baby blue yk? you're adorable and squishy and i want to nom you 24/7

@secretary-yeji *iz chan ig cause we dont talk admin to admin* oh erm gee is uncle chrith 😉DKLSKLD my liddle koala :D my liddle burgah :D my liddle aussie :D my besth frien :DDD evah since may i think we've been friends, and i think one of the highlights of that day was me marking you as spam twice and on accident too- LKSDKLSD WE DONT TALK ABOUT THAT anywayz thank yew for being uncle chrith's friend *kith*

-> you remind me of the color seafoam , because it's a very soft and light color yk, you're delicate asf which sounds like a bad thing now that im typing it BUT IT ISNT DSKLDSLK YOURE VERY CUTE YOU AND YOUR FLOOFY COWS :D

@ayolistenupp im kinda... in love with you? wtf? KDSDKSL MY DESI DADDY ASF I LOVE YOU SOER MUCH :D our music nights™️ mean so much to me, like theres just something so personal about listening to what the other person likes to hear even though half of your songs are sexy asf KLDSKLD

-> you remind me of the color ocean , because the ocean is loud but calming yk- like you're full of energy but you're also calming :D

@yanderexchungha OH ERM GEE YEW :O YOU PROBABLY WONT SEE THIS IN LIKE 10 MONTHS BESTIE MERRY CHRISTMAS IG KLDSLKD anyway i love you dad your lessons about vape >>> to quote your drunk ass exactly "vape isnt cool" JKSDJ anyway its gonna be sexy if we accidentally run into each other in the hallwayz asf

-> you remind me of grey cause youre a hag- JKJK KDJSD you remind me of the color caramel , because you're sweet, and licherally addictive caramel isnt good for my braces but i keep eating it 😰but youre addictive in a good way :D

@yanderelee literally only doing this because you were moping about not having a simp sunday and im such a good person 🥸you're cool 💪and unfortunately, you're funny too 😥and even though i bully you asf dont take it personally because i dont mean it asf

-> you remind me of the color dijon mustard because you just give those hacker vibes please dont hack me after i said this i like to keep my location private

@kpopswitchbot BESTIE 😏MY FIRST MUTUAL 😏 LICHERALLY DA BEST CUTEST FUNNIEST SMARTEST SEXIEST KEWLEST I CANT EVEN EXPRESS WITH WORDS FISHIE IN DA WORLD :D LICHERALLY STOP OUTDOING ME WITH YOUR GOODNIGHTS LIKE *spankz yew* YOURE LITERALLY TOO GOOD WITH WORDS ITS NOT FAIR- AND THE DAY YOU JUST TALKED TO ME IN SHAKESPEAREAN BECAUSE I FELT DOWN- AND EXPRESSED YOUR LOVE THAT WAY LIKE- PLEASE I ACTUALLY ADORE YOU AND I WILL LITERALLY EAT YOU ONE DAY

-> you remind me of the color coffee , not only because youre addicted to it but also because of the way you act, you're like the definition of an old soul- with the words you use, the drama kid you are asf, etc- you're a talented bitch *mwah* i love you so much you also remind me of those movies where they find an old ass book and they kinda hafta dust it off and it gives you treasure or something cause yeah that reminds me meeting you

AIGHT DAS IT ASF MWAH I LOVE YOU ALL :DDD

[imlostinsantacarla]

Anonymous said: Can I request a embry call imagine where the reader (female please) gets scared at night so embry stays with her until she falls asleep. If it's not too much! Thank you hun! I love your blog btw!

(a/n: hey lovely! thank you so much for requesting this. it means so much to me that you love my blog. sorry that it took me forever to write this and post it, but here it is. i hope you like what i’ve come up with! - admin kat 🌙❣)

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Title: At Least Until I Fall Asleep (Embry Call x Reader)

Summary: After Embry and the reader finish a gripping horror movie, Embry decides that it’s time for him to part ways for the night and begin his nightly patrol of La Push with his fellow pack members. Yet as the reader is filled with intense fear, maybe they do have the ability to persuade Embry to stay a little longer... at least until they’ve fallen asleep.

Disclaimer: @roslaeahle​ proof read, edited and helped me add to this piece! so thank you so much for your help! guys, please check out her blog, she’s amazing!

Wordcount: 916

Warnings: Nothing really just total fluff!

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Y/n was as tense as a plank while the end credits popped up onto the screen, eerie music spilling from the TV speakers. Fear was something she felt effortlessly, an unfortunate side effect to a rampant and vividly active imagination that was already getting far too carried away during the movie.

A yawn stretched effortlessly from Embry’s mouth, his arm still lying over the top of the couch like a floppy overheated noodle. The noise startled Y/n, causing her head to whip to the right, her expression full of an odd mixture of fear, anxiety and confusion.  “What?” Embry asked, oblivious, - with his infamous quirked brow. He was completely relaxed, lounging on the couch with his long legs stretched out across the coffee table.

“W-were you bored?!” Y/n almost screeched, her throat scratching as she climbed through three octaves.

“Kinda,” Embry admitted sheepishly, “That movie was so predictable.” He grinned sleepily down at Y/n, who’s doe-like eyes scanned his face with utter disbelief. The teenage shapeshifter laughed softly before leaning forward, planting the sweetest kiss to her nose. “You scared? You look scared.” He hadn’t intended for it to come out as teasingly as it had. Behind his exhaustion was a tiny fragment of guilt welling up in his chest.

“Am not!”

An even wider grin lit up his face at Y/n’s hasty indignant quip. “Are too!” He exclaimed teasingly. Y/n huffed in defeat, snuggling into his side for extra comfort and warmth.

A few moments of silence followed, where Embry held Y/n in a tender embrace, longing for time to stop moving so his patrol shift would never arrive. It was rare for him to have any free time so this movie night had been a miracle, allowing him to unwind mentally and stretch his tired and overworked muscles. But as all good things, the few hours of relaxation had ended much too soon. Embry was exhausted! Actually, exhausted was an understatement, he was completely worn-out. His muscles felt like overstretched taffy. How he was going to complete a whole night of patrol runs and then get up early enough for school tomorrow morning without collapsing to the ground and passing out cold, was a mystery to him. Eventually, Embry made a move for the TV remote, switching off the device begrudgingly and beginning to lift himself off of the overstuffed, lumpy couch that himself and Y/n had been situated upon.

Y/n’s fingers curled around his upper arm lightly and gave him a soft tug, a whimper of protest peeling from her lips. Her eyes were wide with fear, the horror movie still playing in the back of her mind. “Babe, I gotta go. Sam’s gonna kill me if I don’t show up for patrol.” Even as he spoke, there was that sleepy, dopey grin spread brightly across his face, pushing his prominent cheekbones even farther up against his crinkled eyes. 

“Can’t you just stay this once?” Y/n pleaded sweetly, her bottom lip jutting out into a kissable pout.

“That’s what you said last time and I ended up staying the whole night. C’mon! It was only a damn movie! No psycho killer is going to hurt you. It was all fake anyway,”Embry grumbled in response, his large bronze hand smoothing over his imprints thigh in a comforting way, but his heart wasn’t in it. He wanted to stay just as much as she wished he would.

“But this time will be different!”

“Y/n…”

“Please! At least stay until I fall asleep? I always feel safer with you there.”

Embry melted. “Fine! But no more horror movies after this. It’s almost like you pull this stunt on purpose every time,” Embry teased in defeat.

“Okay, deal!”

Hand in hand, the pair climbed the stairs and travelled down the hall to Y/n’s room. Embry was no stranger to spending the night at Y/n’s, each of their parents trusting the teenagers so long as Y/n’s door remained open. Once they made it to her room, Embry flopped onto the bed as Y/n peeled off her clothes and changed into a baggy black top Embry had given them and a pair of basketball shorts. With a soft nudge to Embry’s arm, the lanky wolf shuffled to the side to make room for his terrified imprint. Y/n climbed into bed, leaving the lamp beside their bed on. Naturally, like two magnets, the two gravitated towards one another, finally coming together in a soft embrace. With Y/n’s head laying on Embry’s chest, the soft thumping of his heart became a soothing soundtrack, loosening her muscles and combating the tension in her chest. 

Embry’s fingers lazily laced through Y/n’s hair, blunt nails tenderly scraping her scalp and pulling a content sigh from her slightly parted lips. He breathed in slowly through his nose, taking in the soothing scent of her lavender shampoo. 

“I love you.” he murmured into the strands, saturating them with his warm breath. 

“Love you, too.” He could hear their sleepy smile as they spoke, the tips of his fingers working their magic as they always did.

Soon, Y/n’s soft snores wandered through their room and Embry found it nearly impossible to keep his eyes from drooping shut. What will an hour hurt? He thought to himself, exhaustion finally pulling his eyelids down entirely.

An hour turned into eight. Sam was decidedly not overcome with joy when the following day Embry made a sheepish appearance after school with Y/n in tow, a sheepish smile on her face.

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