#(this was fun to write!)

[simplynims]

SETH HEADCANONS 😛😛😛

Sure, I got a few!

Seths a no sabo kid (Stole this headcanon directly from @/stxph-artist) but can understand it if someones speaking to him in Spanish.

Seth doesn't drink much nowadays but he can hold his liquor pretty well.

Is a bit of a bug guy! He knows a lot about insects due to being outside a lot, specifically if they're poisonous or not. Also knows quite a bit about reptiles, rodents, birds etc etc because of it aswell.

He has the gene where cilantro tastes like soap.

Really likes chocolate covered almonds, favorite candys are Almond Joys.

Isn't much of a tech guy outside of cars, he gets the appeal of having a touch screen built in a car but God it gives him a headache trying to figure it out.

I feel like he'd be a great track n field type of guy in highschool if their highschool had one. One of the sprinters for short distances, a discus thrower or shot putter for sure.

Seth had a growth spurt first in middle school before Alphonse grew like a fucking tree in highschool during freshman year.

When camping he doesn't have a lot of signal on his phone, so he downloads horror audiobooks in advance to listen to while he's out in the woods. Has a few of his favorite scary story podcasts saved too, good background noise as he hikes.

Not much of a social media guy, really likes YouTube though, has a few posted vids about cryptids and such on there. Big fan of a YouTube channel called "Snarled", specifically their "Wanna Hear Something Scary?" series.

Can cook pretty decently, his go to meal is making chicken quesadillas. They're fairly easy to make with a few ingredients.

Lactose intolerant 😔

That does NOT stop him from eating dairy products, case in point the chicken quesadilla headcanon above.

[darkestspring]

A fic with platonic yandere big brother King Aegon who gets revenge on Aemond for his beloved little sister reader. Aemond and reader are married but he is unfaithful to the reader. May it be with the brothel madam, Alys, or whoever it doesn’t matter. When Aegon finds out he does whatever in his power to give them hell and publicly humiliates them because no one dishonors his sweet little sister especially their seeming righteous brother.

you were the only one he really loved, the only one of his siblings that he cared for genuinely. You were his beloved sister, he always taunted aemond and ignored helaena, daeron was barely even a thought to him but you? precious, lovely, kind you.

You were his beloved sister, he would rather cut out his own heart than to let you face humiliation, that's why he caused such fuss when it was announced that you were to wed to aemond.

Aegon's anger was unprecedented, Alicent almost wanted to accuse him of being in love with you but she saw him with you. You smiling brightly up at him as you showed him the stitching of sunfyre that you had done for him and she saw his look of pride as he ruffled your hair. It wasn't romantic love, no. He loved you as a sister but it terrified her.

He had to be restrained by three guards and Ser Criston when he found out that that Aemond was going to wed his precious, lovely sister.

"I'll kill you. If you hurt my sister, I'll kill you." Aegon hissed at the stunned Aemond, dagger still in hand.

It was the first time they'd seen him like that and he only released the dagger when you came running, rushing towards him.

Aegon's murderous look melted into one of concern as he took notice of you.

No one had forgotten how eaily his anger seemed to melt away at the sight of you, that's why you were the first one summoned when Aegon had an angry outburst.

"How long have you known?" Aegon sat beside you as you took a sip of the tea your maid had brought you.

You automatically knew what he was talking about, just as much as you knew that he heard heard from the spies he had watching you at all times.

"The entire time." You responded quietly, still not looking up at him. There was no love lost between you and Aemond. You knew he didn't love you and though you tried, you couldn't love him. How could love be born in such a hostile environment? It was impossible.

You didn't care enough to react to the news that he repeatedly saw the same brothel worker that he had been forced to see years ago, Aegon's attempt to keep Aemond from falling in love with you, unknown to you.

It had worked, the only thing Aegon regretted was the pain it caused you, the shame it brought upon you.

Aegon had said years ago that he'd kill Aemond if he hurt you, it was a promise that he would keep.

"Are you hurt, sister?" His voice was soft as he reached across and grabbed your hand softly in his.

Tears slid down your cheeks at his comforting tone and filled up your teacup as sobs slipped from your throat. You couldn't hold in your own sorrow at hearing your eldest brother's concern.

"I... I tried so hard to love Aemond but it all ended like this. What am I doing wrong?" You sobbed in sorrow, melting in Aegon as he hugged you close to his chest, comforting you.

That damned Aemond, killing him wasn't enough.

You had only just fallen asleep, Aegon took you back to your bed and settled to write a letter, having it be delivered to dragonstone in secret.

'There's a plan to usurp you, if you break my sister's marriage to Aemond and marry her to Jace, I'll bend the knee to you, I'll tell you about everything.'

Rhaenyra gazed down at the letter with cool eyes.

"Bring me parchment to write on, I must send a letter to my brother in response to his request."

she was a kind sister after all.

[rhoxxia]

For the kiss prompt: “a kiss interrupted by tears, hands holding like they’re afraid to let go.”

Fuck me up Rhoxxie.

One serving of ‘fuck me up’ coming in hot!

Fuzzy halo of twilight widens then shrinks to shape, the softened fringe of lashes an adornment to twin unfocused lenses. She blinks rapidly, as one does in the sun, stumbling forward. She is unbalanced now. Somehow weighed down more but also much less by her love

Solas.

He sags forward. She can only help him to his knees as the veil tear behind closes and now, together- finally, finally, finally, finally together- she goes to her knees before him as well. He is quiet, soundless, as he rips the gloves from his hands; his immortal blood an adhesive he must pry at before they are gone. He uses one to wipe his mouth, to remove the blackened blood of a blighted monster that was once a dragon, and then tosses them both away.

“Sol-“ she began but the word was gone like simple mist over his lips as he takes her mouth for his own- hands cradling her face as the most delicate of things. A blissful sigh escapes her, for has her mouth not always been his? Have they not long belonged- owned- dwelled with one another since time first spun its hands?

This kiss is not like one they’ve had before. The dream kiss with its devouring desire, the balcony a loving yearn, Crestwood more resolution, and when he took her arm- oh, heart sick, she supposed.

This kiss felt of home.

She kissed him back. The bow of his lip shaped perfectly to hers, the fullness of his lower lip a drug. Noses pressed together, breathing each others air, she could have stayed here for eternity- ha! Until she felt the wet press of his tears, the taste of his sob, and pulled away.

“No!” Solas was quick to plea in Elven, hands fluttering gently across the edges of her face as his gaze would not relent from hers. The rivets of tears that flowed from his battered eyes seemed of no consequence. “No, please do not go.” Using tender touches beneath her jaw with his fingertips, he leads her forward to his mouth again. She allows him to, because she wants this more than anything as well.

His tears flow warm down her own cheeks as his tongue finds hers; his sob caught in her mouth. She finds there are more tears now- her own; mixing in trails of sweat down their faces. She is the one sobbing now between kisses- between the presses in and the presses out of his own crying mouth. It is so hard to kiss when both of them are breaking down, but it does nothing to deter them either.

“You are real.” Solas whispers as he finally breaks the kiss, pressing his forehead to hers, eyes wide and wet and beautiful violet with lashes stuck together. He looks at her as though he cannot believe his eyes. “You are real.” He repeats, voice awe filled. “You are here.”

Reaching up to grasp his wrist, she smiles. It is sweet and sure- a certainty. Pressing her lips to his once more, she whispers a vow to him in his own tongue- in hers- in their now shared language.

“And never shall we part again.”

[shrimpbat]

would all of your villain characters get along with each other?

Hmmmm...good question! I don't think so lol.

A couple of them are very egotistical and think they're the greatest things ever (hence their motivations) and they'd probably all fight to the death eventually if you gave them time hahaha. Buuuut I can list how they'd interact!

Aber (NBAF) - The guy feels vampires (and monsters) are a threat to the human race and is actively trying to kill them all. Anybody who isn't a vampire, bat person, bat creature, monster, any of that...you're fine in his book. Unfortunately (for him) literally every other villain (except one) in my main stories are some type of inhuman creature, so...no he's not getting along with them ha. The closest he'd get to a civil interaction with another villain would be Nathan since Nathan's just a raccoon guy. He'd also get along with Nathan in the regard that they despise demons. Also Corrosia since...greed.

Nathan (IU) - Nathan's a guy who puts up a good-guy facade that he's doing the greater good for the people and knows how he can fix a corrupt system (one he started btw). In that facade, he's trying to get people to think he's a great, empathetic individual. Is he? No. Does he fool them? Yes. He wouldn't get along with the others per say, but he would definitely tolerate them if it meant they'd help him assist in being all big and respected. He definitely wouldn't like Malum/Malicia/Velveto, since they're demons...and he damn HATES demons (cough the Insaniams cough).

Malum and Malicia (RM) - The Infortunium twins are very social, very upbeat demons. They outright own a guy's soul and torment him for laughs. They're evil little shits. They would so get along with villains like Velveto, Virusa, and Amnesia. They wouldn't get along with Aber or Nathan of course, but they'd prank the hell out of both of them hahaha. They like making people mad, especially the people who dislike them.

Virusa (WS) - Virusa is a manipulator similar to Nathan, where she puts on this good guy facade. What she does differently is she directly backstabs them and takes pride in it while Nathan backstabs and makes a million excuses on why he's still the "good guy". But in terms of "getting along", she'd have a field day with The Infortunium Twins, Velveto, and Amnesia. Those guys take pride in making people miserable like she does lol. (You'll have to delete her before she admits she has a soft spot for P1X3L, the good guy, though since the other villains HATE their respective heroes)

Corrosia (ET) - Sheeee's new here! She's Extra Terrestrial's villain that is trying to shut down SIFA (out of spite) while actively destroying the Earth for her own selfish gain. She's a human so she's good in Aber's book! Both are greedy evil people with no regard to the things around them and trying to look like the heroes. Nathan would get along with her too. Greed and facades are their thing. With the others? She'd most likely be frightened by them.

Velveto (MD) - Absolute goofball clown-dog thing that likes plaguing a 10 year old girl's dreams with nightmares because he know she's scared of clowns and he finds it funny. YES he would get along with Malum/Malicia, Virusa, and Amnesia. All cartoonishly evil entities. He would bother the life out of Aber, Corrosia and Nathan and then feed of their fears to give them nightmares.

Amnesia (FF) - MENACE TO EVERYONE. Amnesia is Margerie's come-to-life imaginary friend that likes scaring the shit out of anyone who crosses her. ...Oh you thought that was it? She drives people insane and corrupts their memories. The Insaniams aren't villains per say but she'd get along with them GREAT for obvious reasons. Of course, the Infortuniums, Velveto, and Virusa would love her. Velveto especially he'd adore the little rabbit-goat-demon thing.

(You might be noticing Freakshow wasn't here! That's because the conflict in the story isn't driven by another person. It's a Man vs Self conflict :] There's mini "villains" in that story but ehh they probably don't need to go here right? They're more-so antagonists that get lost after like 20 minutes and are more one-off.)

[friendlyrandomperson]

Thank you to @ineedmycoffeerightnow for the wonderful suggestion!!

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Home had a very simple life, surrounded by kind, genuine people who made them very happy, even if they were difficult for the neighbors to understand. They were friends with all of them of course, but Julie, Howdy, and Wally were definitely their closest friends. After all, Julie always tried to let them play games with her. Howdy took the time to learn how to talk to them, and even tried to teach the other neighbors, with varying levels of success of course. Everyone could get a general idea of what Home felt or wanted based on their mannerisms and actions, but only four knew what they actually said. Howdy, Barnaby, Julie, and Wally.

Oh Wally.

Unlike other things, Wally seemed to understand Home with complete accuracy, always relaying what they wanted to say to the other neighbors.

He was so kind.

It was adorable. Home liked that about Wally.

They liked Wally in general, actually. It did not take them long; it happened so fast that they did not even realize, and when they did, it made them dizzy and they accidentally knocked a cup out of one of the kitchen cabinets. They were confused about these feelings, absolutely, but they were not saddened by them. They are nice feelings, yes, but Home knows that it is simply a dream they can never hope will become a reality.

Wally, being the absolute sweetheart that he is, did not even care about the cup. He immediately set down his book and ran over to the kitchen to see what the commotion was, and when he saw the cup, he said, “Are you okay, Home?” Before grabbing a broom and picking it up, Home’s repeated apologies of blinds opening and closing in the background as he reassured them that it was okay if they were okay.

He was so good to them, and that hurt them even more.

Always so polite, so friendly, but never showing any signs that their feelings were reciprocated. They can’t possibly blame him, they were his home, not another neighbor! They can’t play games like the others can, he would be so bored. They can’t have that; Wally deserves someone who can run and give him the love and affection that he deserves.

So, Home shoves the feelings down, not wanting to ruin anything. Wally was their best friend, and he was their first friend, their first memory even! His smile was their first sight, and it was the best thing they ever saw. The thought of losing that friendship stung, so as much as lying to Wally aches, they refuse to speak up. They’ll just continue their routine, like always, with a darling friend with them.

Speaking of Wally, Home heard and felt the small puppet come downstairs, his soft footsteps gently tapping the hardwood floors. Home sees the pompadoured man walk into the main room, his hair unstyled and still in his pajamas.

Oh, he looks precious.

The blue haired man’s soft, monotone voice makes its way through the air.

“Good morning, Home.”

Home opens and shuts a cabinet to speak.

“--. --- --- -.. / -- --- .-. -. .. -. --. --..-- / .-- .- .-.. .-.. -.-- -.-.--“ (Good morning, Wally!)

“Did you rest well?”

“.- ... / .- .-.. .-- .- -.-- ... .-.-.- / .... --- .-- / -.. .. -.. / -.-- --- ..- / ... .-.. . . .--. --..-- / -.. .- .-. .-.. .. -. --. ..--..” (As always. How did you sleep, Darling?)

“I am.. glad you rested well, Home. I slept very well. Sally is doing a play tomorrow.”

“... .- .-.. .-.. -.-- / .. ... / -.. --- .. -. --. / .- -. --- - .... . .-. / .--. .-.. .- -.-- ..--.. / .-- .... .- - / .--. .-.. .- -.-- / .. ... / .. - ..--..” (Sally is doing another play? What play is it?)

“Sally says it is Briar Rose, but there are no roses!”

The floorboards begin to shake slightly as Home holds in a laugh; Wally notices this, shaking his head from side to side as his smile grew wider.

“What is funny?”

The floorboards lift, rattling heard from the cabinets as Home laughs, the house shaking as Wally trips and bounces around, flipping and twisting as if in a bounce house.

Wally was completely fine of course; this was normal when Home laughed. Wally laughed along, the situation was so silly!

Once Home finally stopped shaking, they managed to tap with their door.

“- .... .- - / .-. . -- .. -. -.. ... / -- . / --- ..-. / ... --- -- . - .... .. -. --. / - .... .- - / .. / .-- .- -. - / -.-- --- ..- / - --- / ... . . .-.-.- / --. --- / - --- / - .... . / -... .- -.-. -.- -.-- .- .-. -.. .-.-.-“ (That reminds me of something that I want you to see. Go to the backyard.)

Wally raises the spot above his left eye where his eyebrow should be, but does as he is told.

The grass is still lightly coated in dew, the cold contrasting the warmth of the puppet’s skin. The puppet hears the back door open and shut, gently but enough to catch his attention.

“.-.. --- --- -.- / .. -. / - .... . / -- .. -.. -.. .-.. . / --- ..-. / - .... . / --. .-. .- ... ... .-.-.-“ (Look in the middle of the grass.)

Wally glances up, his eyes widening at the sight before him.

A group of blood red roses grew, and soon stood tall in the grass, similar to a bouquet, their petals so thin, yet so vibrant at the same time, dew shimmering along their skin, giving the flowers a graceful shine. As Wally walked closer to the roses in awe, he realizes that they are in the form of a small, but clear, heart.

“.... --- .-- -.. -.-- / ... .- .. -.. / - .... .- - / .... . / .... . .- .-. -.. / ..-. .-. --- -- / ..-. .-. .- -. -.- / - .... .- - / -.-- --- ..- / ..-. --- ..- -. -.. / - .... . ... . / .--. .-. . - - -.-- .-.-.- / .. / .-- .- -. - . -.. / - --- / -- .- -.- . / -.-- --- ..- / ... -- .. .-.. . / .- / .-.. .. - - .-.. . / .-- .. -.. . .-. .-.-.-“ (Howdy said that he heard from Frank that you found these pretty. I wanted to make you smile a little wider.)

Home got what they wanted; Wally’s smile had grown, his eyes gleaming as the light reflected off of the roses. Wally waves his arms, rapid side-to-side movements. He simply couldn’t hold in his excitement; the flowers were so pretty, and Home had done this for him! His heart could not take it! Turning to face the house that matched the roses, Wally’s smile only grew.

“Oh Home, this is just the most! You truly are a wonderful friend, neighbor.”

Home felt something sting at Wally’s choice of words, but they let it go, as always.

“.. / .- -- / --. .-.. .- -.. / -.-- --- ..- / .-.. .. -.- . / - .... . -- --..-- / .-- .- .-.. .-.. -.-- .-.-.-“ (I am glad you like them, Wally.)

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Wally had gotten himself ready for the day, giving Home a warm goodbye and blowing them a kiss before walking off to Howdy’s Bodega with Barnaby for a hotdog.

Wally was now sitting on a stool, swinging his legs and just holding the simple hotdog in both of his hands, watching Barnaby and Howdy go back and forth with flirty lines. Barnaby did eventually win, leaving Howdy a blushing mess for a minute and a half!

After the whole goofy situation ended and Howdy regained his composure, he turned to Wally with a curious expression on his face.

“So, Walls, did ya like the flowers?”

Wally turns his head to the side slightly before straightening up again, his face brightening at the memory.

“Yes, they are just the most! Home is such a good friend, they even made them look like a heart.”

Howdy’s antennas perk in curiosity; Barnaby turns his head with a confused “hmm?”

“Bud, they gave you flowers shaped like a heart?”

After a lot of explaining, Wally had come to the realization that what Home had done was not simply a neighborly gesture, but instead, a love confession hidden in the Earth. Wally felt quite upset with himself; it felt very obvious now!

“It’s alright little buddy, I’m sure Home ain’t mad wit’cha!”

“Yeah, Walls, why don’t you go talk to ‘em, eh?”

Wally nodded, his eyes full of dedication, hands limp by his sides before he hopped off of the stool and blew a kiss goodbye to Howdy and Barnaby.

The walk to Home felt longer than usual; clearer, less relaxing, more… scary, in a way.

Wally truly liked Home, and the idea that Home might like him the same way never once crossed his mind. He thought it was impossible; Home would have found it weird, maybe even kick him out!!! Now that he knew, he was absolutely over the moon, but he also was so, so nervous. He didn’t even think twice about the gesture, Home was always so very kind to him. Playing music to wind down, always telling Wally he looked nice.

Home probably believes that he sees them as nothing more than a neighbor. Wally’s mind swirls with these thoughts, his heart pounding as he approaches Home’s door, those same kind eyes staring at him.

“Hello, neighbor.”

“.... . .-.. .-.. --- / .-- .- .-.. .-.. -.-- -.-.-- / -.. .. -.. / -.-- --- ..- / .... .- ...- . / ..-. ..- -. / .- - / .... --- .-- -.. -.-- .-..-. ... / - --- -.. .- -.-- ..--..” (Hello Wally! Did you have fun at Howdy’s today?)

“Yes. I learned something today.”

“.-- .... .- - / -.. .. -.. / -.-- --- ..- / .-.. . .- .-. -. ..--..” (What did you learn?)

Wally’s cheeks flush slightly as he gazed at the house in front of him. He turns his head and picks a nearby tulip that Julie had helped him plant a while ago, walking inside and placing the tulip on Home’s left (Wally’s right) windowsill.

“You give flowers to those you love.”

Wally rests his hand on the windowsill as his eyes soften, his shoulders relaxing.

“Home is where the heart is, after all.”

[thesolaireslawyer]

Ain't Sayin'

TW - Alcohol, references of Past violence, AN - I Originally was gonna do the cutest Sam picks up Asher at the Bar. But this seemed more fun! WC - 1314 Unempowered College AU This was requested by @professionallyyappin

Sam wasn’t the type of guy to put his nose where it didn’t belong. But he couldn’t stand people abandoning their partners. Or whoever they were going out with. Anything can happen, and it may as well be the last time you see them. So when his friend Asher's date stepped away to use the bathroom. 

He didn’t think much of it, but it was already past the 45-minute mark. Yeah if he needed to take a shit sure. But Sam didn’t trust it. Even if he wasn’t sitting with 2 of them anymore, he could see the look in Asher’s eyes as the time ticked away. But he couldn’t just go over there, he promised he wouldn’t get involved. 

But he couldn’t help but stare at the ticking clock. Every minute he was wasting in that bathroom was a minute he couldn’t spend with the guy he came with. The same guy who spent hours trying to convince him it’d be a great idea to go out. The same guy who went through Milo’s hounding to pick out a nice outfit. 

And now he was sitting at the bar alone. Swirling his drink, waiting for his sad excuse of a man to come back. He looked back at his whiskey; the shot glass was still full. If not a little more now thanks to the melted ice. 

He watched as the clock struck 12:50. He has been in the bathroom for 50 minutes. 50 fucking minutes. You know what? 

Fuck This. 

Downing his watered-down whiskey, he wasn’t going to get involved but he sure hell ain’t letting his friend get treated like this. Stay in the bathroom, Asher wanted to have a fun night. Whether that's with or without him, can be decided later. His drink burned as it went down. 

A little liquid courage does wonders for all parties involved after all. 

—

Asher looked at the cup, all he wanted to do was hang out. Was that so fucking hard to ask for? He hadn’t even touched his beer, he didn’t even like beer. Mack brought it for himself realized it wasn’t what he wanted and decided to give it to Ash. like he was a damn garbage disposal. 

And then he disappeared to quote on quote wash his hands. For fifty minutes? He didn’t believe it. Whatever he was doing, he was taking forever. He should have just listened to Sam- when he said it wasn’t gonna be a good idea. But when has he ever listened to the medical major? No matter how helpful his advice would be. Asher looked at the cup, it was discolored now. The lime that was on the side, was now floating in the drink, and the lime seeds were in the bottom of the glass. 

As if the drink didn’t look unappetizing enough. Now it was a discolored mess- did he mention it smelt terrible? This night was just going bad. And Mack leaving him wasn’t making it better. He was excited about this. He had been waiting all week for this. Even got Sam to promise not to cause problems again. 

On the other side of the bar and a certain brown-eyed cowboy. Was glaring hard at that bathroom door. It had been an hour. Sixty fucking minutes and god knows how many seconds. Since he stepped into that mother-loving bathroom. Downing his second shot of whiskey, shivering at the burn. 

Fine. don’t come back, Sam will give Ash the fun time he wanted to have. The fun time he deserved.  

He made his way over, hoping the door opened so he could flip him off. 

‘’ this seat taken? ‘’ Sam pointed to Mack's former sit 

‘’ Technically Yes. ‘’ 

‘’ Not at all? Wonderful! ‘’ Sam took the seat- with the biggest grin on his face. 

‘’Mack gonna want his seat back ‘’ Asher looked at his roommate, he was doing this on purpose. 

‘’ He can find another seat. In fact.. ‘’ Sam pointed at a trash can. ‘’ That's a better seat for him No? ‘’  Sam finished with a smile that could rival that of the Grinch

‘’ Sam. ‘’ 

‘’ You know when Milo said your outfit was gonna be good. I didn’t think It’d be this good. ‘’ 

‘’ Sam.  ‘’ Ash could feel his eye twitch. 

‘’ You want an actual drink? That look shit looks nasty- ‘’ 

‘’ SAM. ‘’ Asher raised his voice louder than he wanted. But the music was loud enough to protect the others around them. 

‘’ you promised you wouldn’t do this. ‘’ Asher looked down at his drink. 

‘’ I promised I wouldn’t punch em in the face again. ‘’ Sam shot a sign at the bartender signaling for another drink.  ‘’ I don’t know why you invited me you know how I feel about em ‘’ 

As the drink slid across the counter, Asher intercepted it downing it in a gulp. He needed that, and Sam owed him that. 

‘’ I  wanted you two to get along ‘’ Asher said as he placed the shot glass down. 

‘’ Never gonna happen ‘’ Sam said glancing towards the bathroom door. ‘’ you know how I feel about stuff like this. ‘’ he turned his eyes back to Asher. 

Asher sighed he should have expected this. Hell, he didn’t blame him he wanted to tell him off for giving him this beer. 

‘’ you enjoyed the drink? ‘’

‘’ yeah. What do you want Samuel? ‘’ Asher turned to look him in the eye. 

‘’ you wanted to have fun.. Right? ‘’ Sam smiled. ‘’ And I wanna have some fun and when you put two and two together. You get best friends ‘’ he chuckled as he jabbed at Ash. 

‘’ Fun? Mister, I collect different color flannels as a hobby. ‘’ as much as Ash wanted to hide the small smile on his face. He was bad at doing so- 

‘’ My flannel collection doesn’t concern that of you Milo or that other little shit. ‘’ Sam sneered signalling for another drink. 

‘’ Might wanna slow down on the alcohol gramps ‘’ Asher teased as the glass slid across the countertop again. 

‘’ you realized you were born in the nineties too right? ‘’ Sam snapped back downing the burning liquor. Asher couldn’t help but chuckle, guess the gramps couldn’t handle the heat. 

‘’ I see you laughin' over there. ‘’ 

‘’ if you didn’t I’d think you’re losing your sight faster than you thought. ‘’ 

‘’ you shit. ‘’ Sam couldn’t help but break into a smile, theirs that beautiful smile again. 

‘’I think im going to wait for Mack to get back so we can Uber out together. ‘’ 

And with that sentence, his smile was gone. Sam didn’t like that. 

‘’ or we could do what we came here to do. ‘’ He wanted to get one dance in with him. Something that ass wouldn’t grant him. 

‘’ which is? ‘’ 

‘’ Dance, party, and have fun you only live once. ‘’ Sam tried to reason. ‘’ Listen if you wanna go then go. But I ain’t sayin let him ruin the entire night. He finished. 

‘’ let me guess the NiGhT iS StIlL YoUnG ‘’ Asher said mocking Sam. 

‘’ I knew you’d see it my way! ‘’ Sam couldn’t help but chuckle.  ‘’ I Ain’t Sayin leave him here.. Though it’s not a bad idea.. I just want you to have some fun tonight. ‘’  Sam looked at Ash. he was thinking, he watched him turn to look at the bathroom door before turning back to Sam. 

‘’Let's see if you’re as good on the floor as you are with words cowboy ‘’ Asher said smirking. 

‘’ that a challenge ‘’ 

‘’ depends.. You up for it? ‘’ Asher sled off the barstool waiting for Sam to join him. 

‘’ Bet. ‘’ 

Samuel Collins has been in love with his best friend for the past 2 years. And one day he will tell him. For now, seeing him smile and laugh with him was good enough for him. However, Samuel doesn’t realize Asher feels the same. 

Or Asher was planning on ending things with Mack that night. For now, dancing and laughing made up for this shitty night.

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[voidandabyssal]

I almost forgot you actually take requests lol

How would Hound and Pyre, as well as Mutt and Black, react to meeting someone who likes to touch people? Like patting your arm/shoulder when making a joke or giving hugs to show their appreciation. And would their reaction change if the skellies were in a relationship with this person?

Hound (HF Sans):

He’s sensitive around strangers

And by sensitive I mean hyper aware and aggressive

If a complete stranger were to come up and touch him he’d defiantly glare down at him.

Which is pretty terrifying considering he’s like 6’5 and has a sharp metal jaw. If it’s a good day, he might just shove you off and growl, if it’s a bad day for him then he’s likely to lash out

Which again you don’t really want considering he usually wields a giant friggin axe, even on the surface

Buuuuttttt if you’re his s/o or a highly trusted friend, he’s not gonna be so mean

Na, he might jump or growl a little, especially if you caught him off guard, but that’s just instinct. Hound doesn’t really mean it.

if he really likes you, you’ll get a tight hug back; and he’s not putting you down

Hounds an affectionate guy once you get to know him.

Speaking’s hard for hound so it can often be the only way to express himself

Pyre (HF papyrus)

Unlike hound, pyre has much more self control, in that he won’t flip you into a headlock the minute you touch him

But he’s definitely going to be disgruntled

If you’re a stranger prepare for your arm to be twisted very painfully as he loudly seethes about how disgusting humans are and how impolite they can be

Internally, pyres a little freaked out. The only person that he’s allowed to touch him in a long time is Hound

But if you’re in a relationship with him??

Okay he’ll still be a little disgruntled but he won’t shove you off,

Maybe still scold you, especially if you’re in public

Black (SF red sans):

Isn’t a fan of touch,

In the underground such casual touches either meant you were quite close or the more touchy person held more power and respect than the other

So he’s gonna see it as a slight

He’ll grab at your hand before it can even connect with his shoulder. Squeezing tightly enough to make you wince in pain

If your his partner then he’s a lot nicer lol

Black doesn’t like to say it out loud, but he does love physical touch.

He leans into your touch, just ever so slightly

If you tease him, poor black will be blushing so hard

Mutt (SF red papyrus):

He’s gonna be the one doing casual touches,

Even if your a stranger, and this is happening in the underground. Hell yeah he’ll wrap his arm around your shoulder or lean up against you

There’s not really a lot you can say or do to stop him. Considering he’s got Black for a brother and he’s pretty strong himself

He’d probably find it amusing if a complete stranger was so causal with him. It’s his job to make people uncomfortable!!!

If you’re in a relationship with him, he is eating that touch up!!

Seriously loves it, if you’re not careful he’ll end up pulling you into his lap for some nap cuddles

And then you’re stuck there until either he wakes up or black finally drags you off him

[mmmichyyy]

michelle <3 “You’re seriously like a man-child.” please, if the spirit moves you.

#8: "you're seriously like a man-child."

"how many more do i need to sign?"

a heavy cardboard box is dropped on the table, right beside the stacks of books he spent the past hour signing.

"a hundred more and you can take a break."

"a hundred?!" mickey exclaims. "how many people are even coming today? and why the fuck do people need my signature anyway?

"the coordinator said over two hundred people signed up for the event," sandy says, not looking up from her phone. "surprise - people actually like your book and they want to meet you."

"you know i hate small talk," mickey grumbles, massaging his cramping wrist. "if i knew this was part of the book tour, i would've never agreed to it."

sandy rolls her eyes. "god, you're seriously like a man-child. does cranky baby need a nap? a juice-box? a smoke?"

mickey throws a sharpie at sandy, which she dodges with a laugh. "get me a snickers bar and i'll contemplate not firing you."

"good luck finding someone who will put up with your ass," sandy snorts.

"ahem."

mickey looks up to ian, the tall redhead bookstore owner standing by the door, looking sheepish and scratching his head.

"just checking in. everything okay in here? do you need anything before the event mr. milkovich?"

"actually," sandy starts, "he'd love a pacifier for his afternoon nap–"

"fuck off," mickey cuts his cousin off, ignoring her snickering in the background. "you got any smokes, red?"

ian pats around his jeans pocket and pulls out a crumpled pack of marlboros. "i was just about to go for a smoke break, actually."

mickey pushes up from his chair and grabs the pack from ian's hand. "let's fucking go, then."

sandy watches in amusement as mickey struts out of the room with a smirk on his face, and she catches the way ian not-so-subtly checks out her cousin's backside before hurrying after him.

guess mickey found someone to put up with his ass. literally.

[wannabeagrunklefan]

I wrote a new fic! :D

Hey Stancesters, it's been a while! I recently wrote a fic for the lovely LightningCloud9000 on AO3 for the Stancest Christmas Gift Exchange and thought I would post it here. Happy Holidays and Happy New Year to you all! <3

[fraudulent-cheese]

how would you see courtzzy getting together? in canon or in any type of au

Ooooh that's a really good question!!! I have had thoughts about it before but they haven't been very... precise, i guess?

The one that's the easiest to go to is the Basic Straining/TDI rewrite where Courtney gets with Izzy in Island instead of Duncan. Change the circonstances a little and it would work pretty well i'd say!

Another idea is, well, an AU concept i and others have thrown out before, which is the Fake Dating AU! Courtney needs a fake date for one reason or another, and goes to Izzy because hey! She'd probably accept without much argument! And then it slowly turns into real dating because they caught feelings :3

In general one dragging the other into their stuff is the main way i see them bonding so that's a common theme

The one way i've thought of them becoming a thing post canon is really specific and requires either specific friendships to happen OR some kind of external factor to push them together; Courtney suing the producers and Chris Mclean for litterally everything that happened on the show and her meeting back up with Izzy and actually forming a bond despite how different they are. Izzy noticing how much Courtney's pushing herself for this and finding a way for them both to goof off/blow off steam.

Either way, i think Courtney would be the one to do the confessing and go to the effort of making them official because honestly Izzy would probably just roll with whatever label the other wants to put on it as long as it's going well (Izzy cannot escape my greyaro beam no matter how hard she'd try) :p

[kiaroscuro]

Title: as the world caves in

Warnings: descriptions of violence, major character death

Rating: Mature

Main Pairing: Ren Amamiya / Arsene

Main Tags: post-canon, zombie au, angst, hurt / comfort, road trips

Warning: gore

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Four days later has Ren finally finding success, body weary and battered. After continuing on further north-east, Ren's managed to track down three garuda, circling lethargically in the air until he attracted their attention, after which they started circling him like vultures. It had been raining for the past day, and Ren's soaked to the bone and dragged down by the weight of his clothes, but he doesn't stop his relentless pursuit of the mutated until he managed to clip the wings of two and dismember the third, his sniper rifle still hot and smoking at the muzzle before he hurriedly stoves it away next to his things -- hidden in a tangle of brambles.

He engages the bird-like shadows with his dagger and handgun, tries his best to wound and not kill, hopes that at least one of them has enough brainpower left to use a healing skill targeted at the group so that Ren can benefit from it.

He stumbles as one lunges for him, catching his side with its beak before they crash, and Ren has barely any time to ram up his gun to catch it before it tried to go for his neck, eyes empty. There's flowers lodged in its throat, the petals falling past the gun and onto his cheek with its saliva, and Ren closes one eye while he struggles to move the arm pinned underneath its foot, dagger in a reverse grip. The other two are approaching, one of them dragging itself on the ground because he'd gotten its leg, and Ren panics and rams his knee into the groin of the one that is trying to bite him, dislodging its foot before he guts it open, gore splattering into his front as it falls to the side, limp.

Ren breathes heavily, rattled, jumps to his legs before kneeling because he's out-of-breath, aiming his handgun for the head of the closest approaching one, the echoing bang-! loud in the silence of the forest. "...come on, heal yourselves...!" Ren mutters, clutching at his sluggishly bleeding side, vision growing wonky because of his exhaustion and the harsh rainfall. "Please," he adds, kind of helplessly. The gutted one is dying, he's blown out the brains of another, and only the one that was dragging itself along is still close to being 'fine' -- if they don't cast the spell, Ren will have to find others, and he doesn't think he can survive another week of stark silence without going completely mad.

The last garuda groans, drags itself close enough to Ren's side that he's readying his dagger already, before the soft glow of Amrita Drop surrounds it. Ren watches in fascination as some of the flowers seem to peel off of them, watches as wounds try and fail to close -- it's a spell against ailments and not physical injuries, after all, though it helps with alleviating pain -- and then finally feels it wash over himself.

Ren's breath gets struck in his throat as he waits, silently. A beat passes, then two--

static crackles in the air, a mazio unloading, and Ren's muscles tense as he watches in disbelief how the one-legged garuda shrieks as it rights itself up, pain visible in its dull eyes. He feels the electric-type damage wash over his skin, hyper-conducted through how wet he was, feels it travel over his shoulder and his shut eye and--

the static drops as quickly as it had appeared, and Ren curls into a ball with his forehead to the ground because his whole right side hurts, tears gathering in his eyes. Something sharp touches over his curled spine, but Ren's unresponsive, muscles spasming and side burning, his eye feeling as if it was cooked out of his skull. "Oh Ren..." Arsene's voice murmurs, low and sad but there. "...what stupid thing did thou do?" He asks, his claws pressing deeper against Ren's spine. Ren whines, fingers clutching deeper against his side, the pain making him delirious. But Arsene was there, Arsene was back, and --

Ren loses consciousness while he feels Arsene shift, feels the claws travel towards his chest and the persona's other hand towards his knees before he blacks out, welcoming the bliss of a painless silence.

--

He'd been able to see everything that kept happening to Ren as if through a kaleidoscope, impersonal and not-quite-there, sometimes missing hours if not days while he tried to stay aware, unable to interfere through the thick molasses of their addled mind, could do nothing but watch until Amrita Drop washed over them and broke Arsene free of the shackles, only to see his user--

Arsene sighs, cradling Ren closer to himself, the human's skin fevered with flush and bleeding from too many cuts and wounds. The persona had surveyed the grounds of slaughter before he'd carefully ambled over to where Ren's hidden his supplies, awkwardly grabbing everything and adjusting it onto his form without leaving his human out of his grasp, before he re-oriented himself into a north-east direction and started walking, his innate sense of direction as precise as a compass. Ren is burning up, whimpering at every movement, curling himself tighter against Arsene's chest in a feeble effort to feel safe even in his dreams, and Arsene mantles his wings over Ren to the best of his ability, the rain making the soft down stick together while it pearls off in rivulets. His fire burns low, a flickering thing while he continues forward, and he doesn't notice that he's thrumming in worry until Ren unconsciously smooths the palm of his hand over Arsene's chest as if to comfort him.

Warmth seeps into the persona at the connection point, something soft curving the line of his back, and he feels both incredibly fond and also unbelievably disgusted with himself, for not noticing the danger that the Nagoya settlement had turned into. Arsene chirrs softly when the rain turns to hail, glancing heavenwards and wondering where he should take Ren to, where there was a dry shelter the human could rest in. He's wary of any groups, be they human or shadow, would rather squirrel away his user and hide him from all of the hurt of the world.

The hail plinks against his mask, the break in his horn starting to smart from the cold, but Arsene soldiers on with his senses wide open and wonders.

An hour later something rustles to his right, the structure of the overgrown forest giving way to cliffs and sparser trees, conifers starting to dominate over the leafy ones. They're entering something of a more regular forest, the scent of magic subsiding as they pass whatever invisible border mother nature had decided was enough for her megafauna to terrorize, and Arsene can hear the soft chitter of regular animals instead of the groaning of the infected.

A shadow emerges from the tree-line, soaked through and with its armor in disarray, a little cat-shaped samurai. It is uninfected, but stares at Arsene as if he's the mutated one, though he probably showed a sight. "Greetings, shogun." Arsene says, inclining his head even while his claws tighten in the fabric of Ren's clothes and his wings press closer, until he can feel the hot fever past his feathers.

"Hullo. You're not sick," it says, eyes wary. Arsene nods.

"We wish you no harm; we're only seeking shelter," he murmurs, voice catching and throat smarting. Speaking loudly scrapes at his wounded throat, and he can feel blood and ichor amass behind the seams of his mask the more he speaks with the cat, doesn't know how much of it is physical and how much is psychological pain. But Ren needs somewhere dry so that Arsene could inspect his shoulder and his abdomen before the fever turns into an infection, so he will try.

The cat frowns, and something behind it moves, another neko shogun appearing. A nekomata follows, as does a bugbear and an alice, and Arsene finds himself tense as he notices that he's run into a rather large group of survivors. "Where are you headed?" The nekomata asks, one of her ears missing.

"To Tokyo."

"It's dangerous to cross over the forest. Stick to the human ruins." The first shogun says, and Arsene nods. The hail still falls, but it has stopped its relentless assault. Still; Ren's clothes are completely soaked.

"The city is in shambles, but there's survivors banding together everywhere, be they human or shadow." The nekomata continues, and his fire purses into a thin line.

"Thou've been there?"

She nods, tail swishing. She looks frightened, malnourished. "Near Odaiba. Everything went under when the bay expanded two months ago; I fled and ran into bugbear. It's a long way to Tokyo, and winter is close, avian. Now we only wish for a shelter where we'll not be separated."

He nods, aware of the impending winter that they hadn't managed to out-journey. "Stay as far away as ye can from Nagoya's settlement; it is a cannibalistic cult particularly unfriendly to shadows." Arsene shifts, clutches Ren closer to offer what little body warmth that he can, the steady rise and fall of his user's breath the only balm on their shared soul right now. "There's a camp near Tsu called Tsu-Aki that takes in shadows and humans alike." He offers, because these shadows had given him invaluable advice about the road ahead.  

The group glances at each other, before the nekomata and the shogun bow. Arsene inclines his head, thinking their amenable exchange over, but the alice speaks up next, her dress soaked dark and her hair cut uneven. "We've taken shelter inside an abandoned airplane wreck some two days' foot-journeyfrom here, further uphill. It's been rapidly overtaken by nature, but it should be a useful shelter to wait out the next few days of rain and hail." She eyes his wings. "It might be dangerous, but flying should cut you down to only a few hours. That human of yours looks to be in a bad shape."

Arsene stares. He's not used to kindness from strangers they encounter on the road, his own throat and broken horn a testament to that. "Thank you," he chokes out. The alice smiles softly, curtsies, and then they're off. Arsene hopes that they'll make it to Zenkichi, suddenly full of sentiment. He's not been in existence for even two years, though the past months feel like a whole lifetime. Some of these shadows are multiple times his senior, have seen the cruelty and whimsy of humanity in a way he as a persona never really has, and they still try to help Ren because he's cradling his human close. He wishes them the best before carefully shifting around the packs -- the backpack is resting awkwardly on his back, and Arsene's never been as glad that his wings set out from his lower back than now -- but he manages to somehow get airborne after a few embarrassing starts and sets out to find this airplane wreck in the hopes that it's at least somewhat dry.

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[angelmichelangelo]

just posted a new chapter for the collection :)

[solomiracle]

From the ask game! You said you had two MCs so can I ask this question to both? I'm curious if they have different opinions about it.

10: What was there initial reaction to Diavolo's plans of uniting the three realms? Has their opinion changed?

EHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHHE :333

At first, Ambrosia (He/They, sorta self-insert), thought that Diavolo was insane, just like his plan, and all of it was doomed to fail. But after spending more time in the Devildom and with Diavolo, they came to admire his efforts and now do their part to help him see his plan through. But still, they can't help but fear that it's all for naught. He has some shaky amount of hope that the Devildom and Celestial Realm can be united, but he doesn't have any faith in humanity going along. But he loves Diavolo, and would never dare admit that to him.

As for Marcelo (He/They/She, OC), he's a witch! So he already had some knowledge of angels and demons before the exchange program, and after the initial confusion, he has some high hopes for Diavolo's plan. Emphasis on the "some", though....

They feel that the angels and demons should work themselves out before tackling humanity... or rather just not interfere with humans at all. Not in Solomon's whole "humans don't need a guide and we should be free of otherworldly influence" way, but more like "humans are fucking stupid and learning of the other two worlds would cause chaos" way. He knows it goes against Diavolo's plan, but he feels that only a small amount of humans knowing that the two worlds exist would be for the best.

[heartbreakincident]

nothing but respect for our troops (smut writers) but listen. i dont want to be the person to tell you this, but not every character is going to be a dom or a sub. some people. and i know this is hard to hear. but some people do have vanilla sex. and some of those people might even be The Character.

[almondpiglet]

ppl were drawing mikus from all over so heres habesha miku and her lil twin sibs rin and len!!