#I was without pc for a week and got so into just messing around in a sketchbook idk how to return to digital already sdfhisufh

[wardingshout]

ok extremely rare traditional art from me bc it turns out maybe Links and Zeldas can be besties even if they're also the same person ???? featuring @kokirizeldas' kids whose outfits make me lose my mind 5 times a day !!!!!!!!!!!!!

[the-fandom-is-now-my-life]

tdb boys taking care of pc as a cat? 🫢

Taking care of the purr-fect

After an accident in class the prefect turns in a cat for a day

Wc: 670

Note: I'm going to be honest, I just chose four off the top of my head jaja

Jin

He swears it's the one time he leaves his room for the week and somehow there is an intruder, a cute cat sleeping on his bed. He grabs you by the scruff and calls Thoma who hurriedly takes it from his hands and smooths its hair explaining the mess during class.

He rolls his eyes at the story of how the ghouls -surely vagastorm punks- asked you to help and you ended in the crossfire with a temporary shapeshifting potion, either way he grabs your back, now properly with a hand under your front paws and under your butt.

His family had a few cats, his dad allowed it if they were purebred as a status symbol, and his mom loved the fluffy things. Maybe that is why his usually soft spot turned softer.

Acting huffing and tsundere like lays down on the bed and lets you cuddle up to him, even covering you with his blankets without worrying much about hair sticking to it.

Every so often he texts things to Thoma ‘the cat is hungry, get them fish ‘jin, canned tuna isn't good for cats.’ ‘There's sushi tuna in the kitchen. Hurry’

The most spoiled cat for the day or so that you turned, ribbons as your collar so nobody mistakes you for a worker cat, cooked meat every meal, hair brushed every night -by thoma- and sleeping under many imported silk blankets.

Sho

There was a cat sleeping on Bonnie's seat and, somehow, she wasn't thrashing around for it to get out, quite opposite she seemed to be seeking out sunlight for you. It isn't until he gets closer and you wake up that he recognizes your eyes in the kitty's that he guessed it's you.

He is knocking down on Hyde's office asking about what happened to you and how long it's going to last, Hyde grabs you by the armpits and twists you around before throwing you back to Sho unworried and he guesstimates about a day or two.

He doesn't allow you inside his food truck because he respects food hygiene but you can sleep on the outside tables acting like a mascot, at first Subaru was quite open to touching you in this form until he saw your memories and figured it was you.

He now feeds two mouths, Bonnie and you, sorry Leo, your noodles will have to wait until he finishes the pulled pork bbq sandwich for Bonnie and your cat-friendly oil-free stir fry, die mad about it.

After one of the vagastorm students grabbed you to get you out of a spot on the couch and Sho dared him to meet him at the pit for that, after that nobody really touched you.

Yuri and Jiro

Some general students got called after the accident in class to check out the students who were well except a few scratches, they were called later when the students brought a cat claiming that it was the prefect.

Neither are very worried as it happened before but more interested in how similar your labwork would be to your human one so Yuri is drawing blood, doing ultrasounds to see if everything looks normal or similar to before (if you struggle to much because you are nervous or fear needles and try to scratch him he will make Jiro hold you as you claw at him. At least he doesn't hold it against you when you return to normal)

After that you can hang around mortkraken with a little note stuck on your fur saying ‘dr isami’s patient, do not feed’

Sorry if you like garlic, onions, chives or grapes, the same way they forbade chocolate for Lyca bc he is a wolf those foods aren't entering your mouth soon.

If Yuri is sitting down while writing or reading your test he allows you to lay on his lap and maybe he will rub your belly.

Jiro doesn't mind you climbing him so you can sit on his shoulders while he works and won't tell you anything. He asks teasingly if you wanted to be taller.

[mysticsinmotion]

Codebreakers part one

Ao3 link

The stars always twinkled most at midnight.

Chosen gazed up in awe, arms draped loosely around his knees. The crickets croaked their strange songs in the background, the bats flapping overhead through the empty, glittery sky.

Other than that, not a sound could be heard for miles, just silence.

Just peace.

He had been here so many times, sat in this spot on this very roof of his and Dark's base, and yet

he never got tired of it. Of the shimmering stars, the purply-navy sky, the big moon glowing in the center of it all.

Dark would have called him soft if he knew what he was thinking, Chosen though, grimacing.

Dark was.... Something else.

He could be so nice, baking those weirdly shaped cookies for him, insisting they were fireballs (though they looked more like lumpy potatoes), and making Chosen the occasional odd gadget like watches or an automatic coffee brewer.

Chosen had never really enjoyed the bitter taste coffee, so he had never used it, but somehow the last time he checked, it had been dirty....

Perhaps dark used it. Again.

His lips curved into a small smile. Dark was an absolute addict to coffee, couldn't live one day without it. He had been so obsessed with it at one point that Chosen was beginning to worry for his life.

He burned all the coffee to ash.

Dark was mildly annoyed to say the least.

....Alot of chosens stuff went missing that week, but hey, at least dark was still alive!

Speaking of Dark...

Chosen suddenly frowned. He was spending too much time in his 'lab' these days (Chosen called it more of a random shed in the middle of nowhere), and he barely saw him this week.

He didn't even come home today... Did he even have food there?

Chosen wondered, messing with the edge of his frayed hoodie sleeve.

Dark tends to forget to eat when he's in the middle of a project. Forgets to come home. Forgets about everything and every...

One.

Chosen shook his head.

Of course Dark hadn't forgotten about him, that's ridiculous.

He just...gets a little carried away with his projects.

Too carried away.

He acts like a different person sometimes, aggressive, irritable and not as charming as his usual confident self. It was weird, how fast he could go from one person to another in space of a few seconds.

One minute he'd be teasing Chosen about something dumb, the next, he's accusing Chosen of touching his stuff and threatening to punch him through a wall.

Dark was unpredictable.

But he was also fun, he was charismatic and he could at, times be...

Kind.

Just like when they first escaped that hell of a pc.

After four years of.... Pure agony.

Chosen arms tensed as he pulled his knees tighter to his chest, eyes clenching shut.

His left ankle twitched.

He wasn't there anymore.

He's safe now.

He's not alone anymore.

He's okay now.

He wont ever see Alan again, never be forced to do anything against his will ever again.

Wlhen the escaped that night, they slept beneath the stars. Dark had found him some water source nearby, had even helped wash away the dried blood from where the chains jagged edge had sliced into Chosen's scared leg.

They had tended to eachothers injuries that they themselves had inflicted on one another, and Dark had been so... gentle as he dabbed his cut skin with the edge of his sleeve, like he didn't want to hurt him. Even after the whole fight in Alan's pc.

Nobody had ever cared enough to do that.

Chosen sighed. He kind of wished Dark was there with him. They always slept on the roof together on Saturdays. It was a something of a tradition between them.

He suddenly stood up and stretched.

'No matter,' he thought, a sudden headache piercing though his skull.

'Dark'll be here tomorrow...hopefully. Then we're chilling on the roof together-

ugh! I need to get some paracetamol.'

Chosen clutched his throbbing head and stumbled his way downstairs, head feeling as though someone was repeatedly stabbing a blade into it.

He flicked on the kitchen light's switch and made his way towards the medicine drawer. He reached out and grabbed the handle. And paused.

You better come home tomorrow Dark.

An animator vs animation au focusing on tco and darks relationship a month after escaping Alan's pc. They are more brothers in this au, and this was before the cyber attacks.

This au is called codebreakers (and that was a hard name to come up with😭)

Next part

[andmaybegayer]

I think I am getting rid of the big stupid speakers I have for my PC. They're the Edifier R1700BT's and they're kind of dogshit. They're somehow both too bassy and totally lacking in any real bass. I was messing with sine sweeps a few weeks back to try and figur out how to EQ it and it has an enormous hump down around 100Hz and then just dives off a cliff and ends up aliasing all over the place below about 80Hz. So it gets really bass-heavy but without any real definition. I got an EQ that makes dialogue actually usable but it was far from good. It's better with music but for voice it's just awful.

I am interested in building a homemade 2.1 set based on those weird little BMR drivers that exist now, they use additional degrees of freedom on the membrane to produce much lower notes than you'd expect from a small speaker, but I think I might genuinely just pick up another copy of those antique Logitech 2.1 speakers I got for my TV to cover me until I get around to it. They're so much more neutral and okay than anything bigger until you're spending a lot more money or going much, much larger.

Hopefully someone at work wants to buy these off me. These reviewed pretty well online and they're programmers, they love reading reviews and acting impulsively.

[undead-merman]

Day Twenty One: Teacher Telepathy

Eden and GN Pc

This idea was from @inkyquince's professor Eden. Yes, I wrote this for Inky and Necro

Contains student and teacher relations, thoughts of kidnapping, abuse and extortion of reader, stalking, adoption with the intent to lock you up and fuck you

Fucking coffee grinder broke right on his first day. Snapped right in his hands before he could even make a cup. Normally he’d fix it, but this one was a welcoming gift from Sirris, some electrical hunk of shit instead of an old school mechanical one like he prefers. He doesn’t know how to fix this fucking thing.  He’s not even sure what happened to the old one. So now he’s without coffee and a grinder for it. He’d have to stop by that little run down place right at the forest edge to pick up another.

He grabbed his ham and cheese lunch, wrapped in a brown paper bag, a bottle of filtered water, and house keys before heading out. The sun had yet to rise, leaving the shadows as thick as dark as the thoughts of people passing by.

All of them, fucking disgusting.

Each one echoed in his head like a chamber. Disturbed and deprived thoughts from everyone, though a few thoughts resonate fear when he walked by. Fearing his face, his build, his walk, or even his scars. Some even … Lusted after him, thoughts they believed to be private were loud about what they’d do to him.

It just made his mood worse.

When he got to school and managed to get some coffee from there, it was watery, tasted like trash and some kind of cleaning chemical. He dumped it after the first drink and decided to opt for his water to settle him over as he sat in his room and looked over each class roster. Nothing special, not surprised.

So before everyone filed into his workshop, he took the time to start whittling and enjoy the rare silence.

-

The classes were as loud as he expected. Not just out loud, he could quiet them down in a second, but their thoughts were all over. It gave him a migraine instantly.

Some of them thought this class meat they could fuck around, either with each other or. He made sure to nip that idea right in the bud. It was a hassle just dealing with everyone. Though there was you. You minded your own business, you were particularly cute, not rowdy/ but one thing that stuck out was how calm your thoughts were. They weren’t as foul as the others in town. Sure you weren’t focused entirely on the task assigned but the thoughts about the dog you saw at the orphanage made him smile to himself.

His eyes hardly left you. He studied every part of you. The way you carried yourself, talked to your peers. He didn’t even realize till the end of class that he’d been completely enraptured by you. Even by the end of the school day, his thoughts lingered on you. Even when he got home and took a shower,

he found his thoughts lingering on you still.

Looking down, he saw his cock twitching to life, the dark head began to swell and leak. He ran a hand from his stomach down to his mess of pubes as he thought about your face. The heat of arousal just builds as he adds more kindling to it. Thinking about if you were a virgin or not. You seemed like it. His hand grabs his dick and began pumping.

How tight would you be around him? Were you a quiet moaner or a screamer? You seem like the type to like it rough, and he could provide that. Ram into your hole and until you see stars.

He spills on his hand, and he takes a moment to look at what he’s done. There's shame, though not as much as he’d thought there’d be. His contentedness outweighs anything else. He could do this again and have no problems with the fact that you are his student.

-

It’s been a few weeks now, he’s gotten used to the schedule, he knows almost everyone’s names now, even if he didn't really did not care for most of his students.

But you, he likes you. He keeps an eye on you in class. Watching you as you work and being one of the rare student’s he comes up to help instead of telling them to pay more attention in class before kicking them off the machines for the day. He would have been fine with simply having perverted thoughts about you and jerking off in the shower every night. He really would have, but you saw one of his whittled pieces and smiled looking over it.

Those soft hands of yours gliding over the carved out wolf, your head filled with nothing but genuine awe. Shit, he wanted to ruin you now. You were too docile and sweet for this damn town. He built a cage under his bed for you. It was a spur of them moment thing on a weekend after Sirris dragged him along for drinks. He hated drinking, he wasn’t even sure why he agreed. But the buzz in his stomach and head had him trying to busy his hands and lead to a half finished cage. And when he woke up to see it, he made sure to finish it. The idea of you under there had him just staring, picturing you inside, as he stroked his cock a bit harder this time around than normal. Grumbling when he realized his cum flew and he had to clean the bars.

He’d made his coffee for the day, sat at his seat waiting for the morning to start when he heard a knocking on the door. He frowned, sat up from the chair and swung it open, expecting some snotting idiot to ask him for an extension on a project. No, it was you. Project in hand.

You sat in with him making small talk that he strangely found himself enjoying as he gazed at your project. You did well. Surprisingly so, most students just turn it in for a grade with stuff he’s seen a dozen times before, but you added your own flair and seemed to work hard on it.

You’d be good as a house spouse. Fixing his clothes, taking time to sew up that rip in his nice cable knit sweater. He let one question out, just to test the waters and masking it as concern for you. You answered and seemed happy he was asking something more personal than just to put your name and date on your paper. He asked more, and before he knew it, his watch went off, five minutes before the first bell. You gave him a smile and a wave.

‘Mr. Eden looks handsome today.’

His heart went into his throat as you went out the door. He locked the door and fucked his fist. Cumming all over his hand with two minutes still left.

-

You came into his room more frequently. He could hear your thoughts. You found him safe, even nice. He couldn’t have been farther from those things. In fact, he was the most dangerous thing to you at this school. But he loved that. He loved how safe and secure you felt when he simply was just in the room with you. Would you feel the same way he sat you on his lap during class? Skull fucked you while there was a test going on?

“Mr. Eden are you married?”

He could be. He’d marry you. Not only that, but he’d take excellent care of you. Make sure you never felt lonely, the bed was always warm, He’d even make dinners for you if you made breakfast and coffee. He answers. No. he doesn’t elaborate. And you were content with that, just the way he likes it.

Though your fist catches his eye. Bruised, just ever so slightly, probably even covered up with some kind of make up. He studied you more as you looked at his news carving. Just under your school shirt right at the neck, rubbed off by the collar, was a bruise, one from a rope. He shouldn’t be surprised. You lived at the orphanage. He’d heard about your debt, he was acquainted with Bailey, after all.

Maybe, just maybe, he’d give Bailey a call about you?

-

Sure enough, he was right. He’d been getting you to pay over four thousand a week for the past few months. Figures. Bailey asked if he was interested in you, already sniffing out the reason. He didn’t fully respond, though that was because he didn’t have to.

“The brat hasn’t been able to make their payments. Probably won’t even have this week's either.”

Bailey still owed him that favor… He mentioned it, and he heard a very rare laugh come from him.

“You want them?”

That alone caused him to rub the front of his legs, feeling his trousers becoming tight.

-

It was faster than he expected. Bailey made a comment he was getting soft when he requested it look like an adoption, even though he didn’t actually care about signing it. It just had to look that way to you.

When you had gotten the news, you’d busted into his room blabbering and pulling him into a hug with big wet eyes. Your thoughts were loud today, like new year's celebrations. It was cute, he found himself petting your head and when you calmed down he could hear the thoughts you were trying to push out of your own mind.

‘He’s going to be my dad now… I shouldn’t think about that kind of stuff.’

He’d never dug into thoughts. Not like this. He chased after what you tried to bury. Fantasies about you and him. Not as filthy as what he had in mind, but the fact you saw him in that light had him clenching his hand so hard his nails were digging into his callouses. What was stopping him from pushing you onto the desk and fucking you, just like you both wanted? Tying you up and dragging you home to lock under his bed until you couldn’t do anything but drool over his cock and beg for him to claim you as his own.

He moved closer. Slowly dragging his hand-over your knee and working over your thigh. He could hear you, even though you weren’t talking. He adored the little conflict running through your mind. Even more so with the fact you didn’t move away. Your mind ran a muck, and he kept pushing. You didn’t stop him. Eternally, you were hoping for more. And he gave it to you. Large hands pushing into your underwear to grope you. His middle finger rubbing against your hole.

Soon enough you were in his lap, his fingers inside you, sloppy and wet. The sounds of your hole being abused, and your heavy breathing were loud in his empty classroom. Your fingers digging into the flesh of his arm as he watched you like a predator. You were just as tight as he hopped, if not more so.

Your toes and legs curled as you came from his hand alone. You were gasping for breath. He simply unfastened his buttons and pulled down his zipper. Slowly pulling out his fingers before pulling another confiscated packet of lube out and squeezed it onto his cock.

And he was going to have you all to himself when he finally got you home too.

[roryacker]

WereGhost part 4

writing is under the cut as usual <3 couldn't force the art out, for some reason my brain won't let art on my phone happen, I've been trying for days it just ain't workin, and I have gifts to finish working on so PC is a no-go. Still! Writing!!

I do oddly feel more confident about posting things if there's art with it? Like I faked myself out trying to post this one 3 times and kept adding more thanks to that because I was like "wait no not good :("

Maybe because art's like. My thing. But screw it, if I'm getting over my anxiety I'm hitting all the weird triggers, it's a silly werewolf AU I don't think people care if one part has art or not

Simon doesn't like how Johnny smells. He was fine before, but since that morning the older man left with him in such a hurry he's smelled different. To a normal person that wouldn't matter, but werewolves aren't exactly normal folk, and smell is a very important part of their routine, Simon's especially.

Simon was familiar with Johnny's scent before- warm and herbal, a comfortable smell that Simon wasn't afraid to admit was soothing. It's probably part of why he's stuck around. Since he got back, since the anxiety and stress faded out, he's smelled different. It changed. It was faint, but there- something odd and flowery. Simon knew he didn't like it, but he wasn't entirely sure why. Maybe it's the fact it changed at all, maybe it's what it might signals, to hell if Simon knows.

Johnny, from there, starts going out more often, for longer, starting at earlier times, and the scent only gets stronger. It mixes with his original one, shifting and changing, and Simon hates it.

He especially hates it when Johnny comes home in the middle of the day, just once, and immediately gets to shoving Simon under the bed, blankets and all, muttering out something about not being prepared and needing Simon to sit still and be quiet for a while- Simon growls and snaps at his feet, though his teeth never connect, but begrudgingly does as told, ignoring the way his heart thuds in his chest and ears flatten to his skull. After a bit, cleaning up and trying to make the place look nice, it seems, sweeping fur off of the bed and floor, Johnny leaves, and Simon is left alone, confused and quite frankly tired, watching the door shut from the little space under the blanket hanging off the bed.

By the time a few minutes pass, he hears the front door open, and another voice starts up. It's not the older man, it's not Johnny, it's new and unfamiliar, soft and feminine, and Simon can feel the fur on his neck raise at the sound. Oddly, he feels threatened. He doesn't like the new voice, doesn't like the scent that follows, doesn't like how it's the scent that's been drowning out Johnny's for weeks now. But he sits there, tense and uncomfortable, listening to them talk in the sitting room. He doesn't like it, but he does it, if only so Johnny doesn't change his mind about all of this and kick Simon out after all.

It lasts for a few hours, Simon unable to fall back asleep, until he hears the door open and shut again. He thinks Johnny might have left too, but no- footsteps come up to the door, and he steps inside the bedroom, crouching down with a sigh.

"Think she likes me, Ghost. Might be the one, aye? Just have to see what to do about you, then..."

His heart sinks at the words, but doesn't reply- just growls lowly and shifts his weight, curling up further to avoid looking at the man.

"Aye, I know. Yer feelin' grumpy. Sorry."

Johnny tries to drag him out from under the bed, gripping the blankets tight, but Simon fights, of course. He can't go one day without being stubborn, especially not when he feels so personally wronged.

"Jesus, fine. Stay under there. Don't make a mess."

It continued on like that for a few days. Long, uncomfortable, grueling days, where Simon slowly began to set up a little den under the bed. It was nice and dark, so at that point it was really just instinct drawing him into it, pushing and arranging the blankets into a cozy little spot for himself. Eventually he manages to fall asleep even when Johnny has his bird over, as much as he might not like it- Johnny slides a plate of food under the bed to try and keep him from getting snappy, not that it ever works, and it becomes another routine.

Simon as tired of it the moment it began, but he tolerates it anyways, just to avoid being thrown out. His leg's mostly healed, and he knows he needs to leave, get out into the forest again, get back to his normal life.

But he doesn't want to.

He gets cooked food, he gets the warmth and comfort of soft blankets that smell pleasant- they're the only thing that don't have that new scent on them, at this point- he gets to sleep in peace without having to worry about wolfhounds scenting him out or humans coming across him, doesn't have to worry about any other predators trying to get a meal out of him, there's no hiding, there's no running, no wasted energy... but he can tell Johnny knows he's healing. He leaves the bandages on longer and comments on the progress he's made, and at this point Simon knows that if he doesn't leave on his own Johnny might just toss him out anyways.

The thought makes him uncomfortably bitter, a sour feeling that wells up in his chest and leaves him feeling nothing short of sick.

He tolerates it all for a few more days, making the most of it, and then watches intently as Johnny leaves, one morning slipping out from under the bed to watch him from the doorway as he leaves, locking the front door behind him. He loafs around for an hour or so, then shifts, standing on unsteady legs and adjusting to the feeling of being human for a bit- as close as he can get, anyways. Simon finds himself staring at a window for a long while, facing the woods.

With a sigh, he steps closer and pushes it open, and crawls out, shutting the window behind him and shifting back so he can break off into a run. He regrets it the moment he's outside, the air frigid and uncomfortable against his fur, feeling like needles against his skin, but he doesn't have much of a choice at this point. He does it himself or Johnny will do it for him, maybe throw him outside in his sleep or something. He's careful not to leave any prints, stepping lightly and never lingering in one spot too long. The beartrap that got him into this mess serves as a marker, telling him where to go, and from there it's just a matter of following old paths, and by the time night starts to fall he's found it again. His scent has faded from months of inactivity, but it's his territory all the same.

Suddenly it doesn't feel like home at all, but he reasons that it won't be come a few weeks, anyways, when the wolfhunts start again the second the town's dogs start to catch his scent, and he'll have to leave all over again. He curls up in a familiar hollow, surrounded on all sides but one so he can't be reached or found quite as easily, and falls asleep with the lingering thoughts of fleeting warmth and soft fabrics on his mind.

[monstersinthecosmos]

Vamptember Day 10 - Ceremony

{igorrr - problème d'émotion}

Daniel’s given up trying to hide things. Not that Marius pries, necessarily, but somehow trying to hide things always tends to bring more attention to them. 

He doesn’t bother to shield his thoughts in the house, and stops erasing his browser history on their shared PC. Sometimes he leaves his emails open when he walks away from the desk.

Marius always politely tidies things behind him. Logs him out, shuts the PC down. Puts his mail away. 

And Daniel doesn’t hide when he goes through Marius’s things. He supposes that Marius would stop him, if something was truly off limits. Some nights he comes home to find Daniel digging through drawers of his paintings, and he just watches from the doorway, without comment. One night he called up to the library, through the house’s intercom, and asked Daniel to put the books back when he was done. And Daniel had been sitting in the middle of the rug, with the diaries spread out all around him. He thinks Marius would have hidden them better if he didn’t want anyone reading them. And perhaps there are more, in some safe somewhere, in some archaic crypt, with a door so heavy that Daniel won’t be able to get in.

“You’re quite right,” Marius says one night, as Daniel is thinking it. He’s shuffling through a box of home videos, each with a date written on the label and nothing else, wondering if he should try to watch one. 

He doesn’t speak to Marius, not yet. Not ready for any of that just now. Stays quiet, just looks over at him. 

It’s comforting, really. That Marius has taken the guess work out of it. Daniel isn’t sure he’s got it in him to give a shit, anyway—not sure he minds if Marius gets upset with him. But nice to know that he won’t be. The calm is nice.

Daniel finds some of the vampire books in the library one night. The one he wrote, and a few of the others. Marius isn’t home, and doesn’t tell him not to skim through The Queen of the Damned. Isn’t there to tell him not to relive it for a few hours. Isn’t there to clean up the mess when Daniel tears all the pages out after he’s done, and scatters them around the room.

He pulls other books off the shelf, looking for Armand’s. Volume after volume of Lestat’s bullshit but Armand’s isn’t here. 

It’s not in the library, or the smaller study. It’s not in Marius’s bedroom. Daniel wonders if it’s buried in some vault, where he won’t be allowed to touch it, or if Marius couldn’t even stomach having it in the house.

Well. Whatever.

He leaves the eBay window open after he orders a new copy. And when it arrives the next week, he leaves the torn package and receipt out on the kitchen counter. And he doesn’t pretend he’s not reading it, and he doesn’t hide the way he leaves it out beside his bed when he falls asleep. 

Most nights, Marius hovers in the doorway at dusk, waiting for Daniel to wake up. Always sort of clinical, the way he invites Daniel to hunt, or asks if he needs anything.

Daniel’s not sure how long he’s been here. He knows he doesn’t answer. Doesn’t speak much at all, can’t remember if he’s used his voice once since they arrived. He imagines being human, sometimes, as if his throat could dry up in disuse, as if speaking will just creak like a rusted gate. Sometimes he just nods his head, or sometimes his answers just float through the air between them, for Marius to intercept with the Mind Gift. Sometimes he just stands, and follows, and tries to remember how old he is.

But no, tonight. No one in the doorway.

Marius is sitting at the corner of his bed, staring down at the book. His fingers drift gently across the pages as he reads. The same section, over and over. 

Daniel sits up. Crosses his legs. Folds his hands in his lap as he stares.

“I saw them perform a ceremony one time,” Marius says quietly. He flips the page back, and then forth. Thumbs over the paper. “The coven, I mean. I saw how they treated the mortals.”

Somehow, Daniel thinks he can see it. He doesn’t remember ever catching it in Marius’s blood, or anyone else’s. Maybe it had been subliminal at the time, and he just tucked it away. But he can see what they were like. All the filth, and the cruelty. He can even imagine how Armand looked, back then, silently wandering the streets in his rags. Radiant, still, beneath the layer of grime.

Marius rubs at one of his eyes.

“I thought I’d taught him better than that.”

And Daniel thinks his voice should sound weathered and textured, calcified from neglect, but it’s as clear as it’s always been as he finally speaks.

“Why didn’t you save him?” he asks. 

They both seem startled, as if he’s shouted. Marius rearranges his face, unwilling to show it, and just closes the book. Traces over the letters on the cover as he sets it down in his lap.

“I don’t have a simple answer to that, Daniel.”

He’d read the book over and over. Marius had too, Daniel suspects. All those things about the boys, and the fire. What they did to him.

“He was just a kid,” Daniel says. 

“I know.”

“He needed you.”

Marius offers a tight smile. He sets the book aside, and stands. Face a mask as he straightens the hem of his shirt.

“Well, I’m glad you’re feeling better. Would you like to hunt?”

[legochaotixmechzz]

ROBY HEADCANONS LETS GOO

Warning Spoilors ofc-

He has a HIGH sugar intake

• His parents have scolded him in the past when doctors' notes came in talking abt if he takes anymore he'll croak

>Doesn't care tho still chugs soda among other sugary drinks like it is his life source

• When things get quiet/at random moments he'll just scream and then act like nothing happened

• Stang zoot / ROAR is a vocal stim for him now ( roar especially even if Wyle isn't around )

• On a call with his parents he talked abt Wyldfyre all giddy then just casually mentioned his uncle tried to kill him and then went back to being a giddy mess

>His parents were like "WHA!?? YOUR UNCLE WHAT?"

>And Roby's just like "Yeah yeah I sent him to jail but anyways!"

• Roby practices his mannerisms and energy in the mirror

> He is a naturally energetic guy don't get me wrong but he practices in the mirror to make sure he gives off a good type of energy that people will enjoy

>After every game he says to himself "YES, FCKING NAILED THAT- THEY ALL THINK I'M NEUROTYPICAL !!"

• Roby uses a lot of slang / silly language if he ever gets into serious conversation and if in conversation that makes himself uncomfortable as a defense mechanism

• He loves vocaloid/Uta

>He listens to The World Is Mine before the game to hype himself

> 1# Teto stan and defender

• Fav music genres are N-pop, regular pop, Rock ( any kind he doesnt mind), techno, and that hyper Pacific music that sounds like being on acid named things like "bong cats bleeding rainbows" or smth

• If he were a Pokmon trainer he would have normal, dragon, steel and fighting pokemon

• Based on the sugar headcanon at the start. He once did a challenge on his ninjatok where he didn't eat any sugar for a week

>By Wednesday he was losing his color and tweaking without a sweet treat after every meal ( he's being dramatic )

>And By the end challenge he almost couldn't even post the last video and once it was done he scarfed down a whole tray of sugar cookies

• He sweeps in sleep-over/party game. >Especially rhythm game !

>Wyldfyre invited him over to a sleepover and he mopped the floor with everyone in Rhythm Heaven, Guitar Hero and Ddr

>Eventually they switched to Mario's party but he swept everyone again

•>They just kept going through games ( super smash bros, Mario Kart, uno etc) eventually Gave up and made him sit on the couch as everyone else played

• If he knows you. He'll know your birthday. And the spilt second it turns midnight on the day before your b day he'll spam you with "HAPPPY BIRTHDAYY BITFHHH HAVE AMAZING FUN AND AWESOME BIRTHDAYY STANG ZOOT!!!!!!!" and then send a voice memo of him singing happy birthday but with brainrot words

• He has 5 phones, 3 laptops, 10 PCs and 15 game consoles. Don't think you can ever ban my man from any social media or game he'll always come back.

• Favorite fruits are mangos, raspberries, blueberries and tomatoes

• In one of the games Roby saw smth flying over their head and just stopped everything to stare at it. So for A good bit, there was just no commentary from him or shots of the fight it was just the camera facing down

• Robys a Lil nasty in terms of if he tries smth he doesn't like he projectile spits

• He's the biggest yapper when watching movies. Always commenting on everything and crafting theories on the spot

• He can recite the entirety of the Heather's musical to a t

• In his free time he guest host talk shows (like Jerry Springer/Oprah but imagine ninjago ver) and his FAVORITE thing is "You are not/are" the father

> He has ran laps around the studio as everything breaks into chaos after every single "are you or not the father" answer reveals

> He even got a show canceled after the incident of him going too far and sending a baby flying by accidentally kicking the baby's carage

• He loves playing roblox and claims his dad owns roblox ALWAYS

• Smells like satin fabric, charcoal, chocolate

• When he sleeps he goes "Honk mimimimimimi" and hugs a comically small teddy bear with a little sleeping cap

Anyways thanks for listing to me yap

[aita-irl]

Am I the asshole for making my friend pay for their food when they spend the day at my place?

I (33F) have a friend, Jaxx (32NB) who likes spending time at my place pretty often. They still live at home and I have my own place so they prefer to be here. They don't have the best relationship with their parents and siblings. I don't mind, Jaxx is very quiet and likes to play games on my pc when I'm not using it and I enjoy their company.

My issues is that Jaxx has a tendency to just grab food from my fridge without asking, including things meant for dinner. Which has caused problems for me before. I'm not rich by any means and can barely pay the bills each month so I tend to have exactly what I need when it comes to food. I don't mind sharing a little, but at this point I'm feeding a second person for 3 to 4 days a week. Which is costly. Plus having to make an unexpected store run to replace something Jaxx finished without asking is pretty annoying as well.

So I asked them to either start bringing their own food or pitch in a little because I getting in trouble at the end of the month because of this.

Jaxx got really defensive about it and called me controlling and a horrible friend. Jaxx doesn't have a job and gets the version of social benefits we have in my country which isn't a lot. They are shaming me for asking for money from a disabled person.

Things got a bit heated and I told them they aren't welcome here anymore unless they pay for the food they eat or stop eating my food all the time. They have been complaining about me a lot and even called my mom. My mom thinks Jaxx is out of line but I'm really annoyed they are trying to get people against me.

I kind of feel bad about it because Jaxx is my friend and guest and I learned to be a good host but at this point I feel more like I have a roommate who just hangs around my place and then leaves me with the mess to clean up at the end of the day. I also don't know if asking someone on benefits to pay is the right thing to do.

Am I being reasonable here or an asshole?

[maksplaygroundsims2]

Linux/Fedora and Sims 2....

SO, as I had mentioned before, I had planned to put linux on an old potato laptop I had laying around that doesn't get used. My bestfriend came over about a week or so ago and helped me with putting Ubuntu, Lutris and wine on the laptop. I was super stoked to get started playing the Sims 2 without pink or crashing.. I folllowed Osab's installation guide for linux off of github and when I finished, I launched the game and....nothing. I tried a few different things with no luck so I cried to my bestfriend about it and he got me to get teamviewer and did some stuff in the terminal and read the logs for the game to see what was going on. Turns out there was a missing dll file and then that lead to finding out that there was a conflict with Wine and Lutris.. he had to go so he kinda told me what to do, i asked in some of the sims discord servers if anyone had experience with playing sims on linux, someone responded and helped me a bit.. she was super nice and said if i had any questions, to ask her which I completely appreciate. I got to thinking, maybe I should just bite the bullet and install fedora 41 onto an ssd I have in my computer that I don't generally use that much except for storing some editing stuff that I was doing for a youtuber friend.. I cleared it out, followed a video tutorial on how to do it. When I tried to boot Fedora onto my ssd to test it out(not install it) an error came up and it wouldn't load.. I didn't want to fuck with it incase I did something to screw with my Windows stuff so I left it. I told my bestfriend about it the next day and he said to do something about the usb and I told him I was done messing around with it because it was giving me anxiety and I literally just want to play my game. SO, this morning I called a PC place and asked if they were able to do Linux installs as a partition and they said they could but they don't install programs or anything like that, which is fine with me cause I know how to install the other two programs that I need... he said that he will do it and will teach me how to unplug my main ssd that has windows on it so no corruption ensues, I'm sure it may be a little overkill but if it protects all my stuff on my windows drive, I'll do it, lol. I take it on Friday morning and hopefully will get it back by the afternoon. it's going to cost me like 85$ or so to do it but I rather a professional handle it and not have to worry about screwing it up. SO hopefully I'll have Sims 2 running on my pc by next week and I couldn't be more excited. Here's to hoping I can finally play, I'm getting desperate LOL.

[maximuswolf]

My GF bought me an Xbox 360 and it reminded me of why I love gaming then I played Destiny 2 and it reminded me why I hate modern gaming

My GF bought me an Xbox 360 and it reminded me of why I love gaming, then I played Destiny 2 and it reminded me why I hate modern gaming A few months ago I was talking to my girlfriend about how much fun I remember having playing games like Halo, Gears of War, and CoD(Pre 8th gen games) with friends and I started looking for an Xbox 360 to play some of those games with her. My bday is coming up in a few days and she surprised me with an Xbox 360 she found on Offer Up. The Xbox was so great and in amazing conditions. we immediately got and set up and started playing some of the digital and physical games I still had laying around (Mostly Halo games) and it was such a blast. Being able to put a disk in and knowing that we had plenty of content for years without having to worry about updates, no BS microtransations being thrown at your face, couch coop for almost every game. Everything was just fun, no need for bs matchmaking, buying battle passes, or any non sense, just plug and play.I know many may think this was just nostalgia, but I urge anyone who misses the old style of games to go back, get an older console with a couple of controller and have friends over. As fun as playing games like Helldivers, or any modern game online is, nothing will ever beat the nonsensical fun you can have with 4-8 people playing in a LAN party on Halo 3 forge looking for dumb stuff to do or simply playing Halo, Gears, even the Lego games coop with your partner and having a blast, laughing, messing around, all that nonsense.Today marked the first day since we got the 360 that we decided to hop back on PC's and play some games, the new Destiny expansion just came out and we have been fans of the franchise since the original came out so we decided to come back (note: We had plaid last season and are simply coming back to the game after 2-3 weeks of not playing). We got in, loaded up our Warlocks, and my god, was it bad.First, as is traditional with destiny when you load up the game after an expansion or season starts, we start the first mission of the Final Shape, and... it was disappointing to say the list, the environments where mostly recycled accets from Destiny 1 and some maps from 2's multiplayer, the story, as it has been since they started doing the seasons, was a bunch of nonsense that made no sense to us even after playing every expansion the game has ever seen, (thanks to the seasonal stories locked behind the battle passes). and after completing that, we were welcomed by screen after screen trying to sell us stuff. Well I had to actively go out of my way to go into the xbox store to find the dlcs for Black Ops to play on some Zombies maps (which btw where only $14 USD) destiny was just trying to sell me a stupid cat emote for $10 and their expansion for the same price as a full game.To make things worst, everything was completely different, bounties were moved to the pathway stuff they created, the activity levels where much higher than our initial levels, and there was just absolutely nothing to do. We ended up both deciding to uninstall the game.I feel like many people are fed up with modern gaming, but going from playing those older og Xbox titles like Halo CE, 2, Medal of Honor, Turok Evolution(as trashy and buggy as that game can be), and 360 tittles, like Halo 3-Reach, Gears 1-3, CoD 4-Bops2, to playing games like destiny just makes the problem so much more infuriating and obvious.Have you guys gone back to older games recently? how did it feel? what is it that you love the most from those games and what do yo miss the most? Submitted June 25, 2024 at 01:21AM by Plastic-Fly9455 https://ift.tt/Cm03gxr via /r/gaming

[evilspiritsgoneloose]

HII YUMI!! HRU?

I have 2 ideas so im am going to make them sperate lol

Can I get headcannons for a reader in a hype house with the dsmp? What would that be like?

Anyways I hope you are doing well!! Ily and have a great rest of ur day

Till next time we talk 💞

I really love this Idea. I already feel the chaotic energy without thinking about it.

I'm gonna limit it to 11 Persons, because I feel most comfortable writing about them and also to not let it get as chaotic as it already is.

I had too much fun writing this head canon.

Anyway, I'm doing pretty good. I'm grinding on my Minecraft world :) I hope you're doing great as well.

This is a little short but I still hope you have fun reading it

Living together with the DSMP

Headcanon

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!Warning! Pure Chaos, Grammatical Errors (please just oversee them, if there are there)

Characters Mentioned Dream, Wilbur, Philza, Sapnap, Karl, Niki, George, Tommy, Tubbo, Ranboo

Word Count 517

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Masterlist

This is to 100% a Mr. Beast Idea and you were one of the first contestant he asked.

Why wouldn't you say yes to such an offer?

On the first day everyone would show off with a camera in hand, Volg already on going.

You would live in like a big mansion where everyone would have their own room.

Despite having an own room, Privacy isn't going to be top priority.

On a sunny day. Tommy would crash into your room and drag you outside to have a pool party.

Phil turns on the grill and makes everyone some delicious goods.

He would also be the more mature part and watches over everyone so nothing gets smashed, or broken.

Tubbo trying to push Ranboo into the pool.

The Feral Crew just sitting in one corner with sunglasses on. Checking out the food Phil makes.

Every two weeks, Tommy would upload a very chaotic Volg on his Tom Simons Channel.

As chaotic as it is, help would be just around the corner.

Having trouble with cutting a video? Ask right away. No need to google.

Problems with Technology? No problem. Philza, Dream or George are glad to help out.

Also... Cooking Stream on George's Channel with Dream sitting in the off throwing in some sassy or flirty comments.

Karl and Sapnap are just messing around with George.

For sure, some ingredients gets thrown in someone's face.

Ranboo watching from far behind, being disturbed by the scene.

No need to worry about Food.

Either someone is brave enough to cook something, or the delivery man is already on his way.

Cake made by Niki.

One calmer stream would be with Niki

You two just sit in her room and talk about various topics. Let chat send in some videos for a good laughter.

At some point Wilbur interrupts you both and make the stream a little more chaotic but he soon gets dragged out by Phil.

Before I get to the next stream Idea... Hear me out.

Movie Nights once a week.

At first, everyone argues about what movie to watch, but in the end You and Phil craft a wheel of fortune with a bunch of movie headlines written on it.

Where ever the pin lands on, the move will get shown this night.

Dream orders everyone's favourite Meal.

All are squished on one large Couch, munching on their food and watching the movie.

Another totally chaotic stream would be a Jackbox stream.

The Rap battles also get performed in Real-life.

Imagine Sapnap and George insulting each other face to face, with water bottles as microphones.

Niki roasts everyone without thinking twice.

Just Tommy trying to cheat by looking at other phones while playing until he gets caught and sat on a lonely chair.

There would also be days when it's silent.

On such days, everyone sits at their Pc playing some games by themselves.

From time to time you could her a faint scream from either Tommy or George when taking off the headphones.

Of course, every room is soundproof, so others can sleep when a loud child is streaming.

All in all together, it would be a very chaotic experience, but everyone has got their back in case something goes wrong.

[thessalian]

Thess vs Reorganisation

I’ve spent part of this week on a reorganisation binge, wanting to effectively tidy my various workspaces. This seems to be going relatively well thus far but is going to involve various bits of chugga-chugga-chugga for this particular phase. So here’s what I got and what I’m doing / have done with it.

New Spice Rack and Spice Jars: I had one spice rack - little wooden thing, left on someone’s retaining wall on the route between the clinic building I used to have my fibro management group at and the bus stop in the traditional “Free To A Good Home” style. (I have a couple of good bits of furniture from that sort of thing - the spice rack; a set of wire mesh drawers that serve as my computer parts storage, meds storage, and stand for my second monitor; a shoe rack that gives me something to prop my foot on when doing up the laces.) Anyway, point is that when I started getting a little more adventurous with the cookery that I could manage with the fibro, I also started getting more spices. The curry in particular really upped the amount of spice jar lying around. Thing is, my little wooden spice rack wasn’t up to the task, so I had a lot of little spice jars eating into my already minimal counter space. So I bought myself a pretty little wire mesh spice rack and some spice jars to make things a little more uniform, and spent a good hour or so yesterday tidying up everything, and here is the result, which is far superior to little jars of curry spice cluttering the counter:

New Power Strip: When I got my hand mixer and started doing smoothies, I got a new power strip for the kitchen. However, when I started working from home, I needed that power strip to plug in my work PC, because the number of power outlets in the study is insufficient for the level of tech that lives in it. Thing is, if the study doesn’t have a whole lot of power outlet, the kitchen has even less, so all I can really plug in is the dehydrator, the microwave, the kettle, the fridge, and the stove. So I made a plan, which will be enacted in full tomorrow morning when all the electronics are off. I bought a six-plug power strip, which will go in the study to give me more outlets near my PC, and then the one that used to be for my PC and peripherals will go to the kitchen so I can plug in my kettle, toaster, hand mixer, and Instant Pot without having to do too much rummaging around the back of the microwave. This should help matters.

External Hard Drive: I have an entire collection in my Steam library that is simply titled “Uninstalled”. It’s not that I don’t want them installed; it’s that I don’t play them often and I just don’t have the space. A lot of these are the Big Huge Games - you know, the ones whose file size approaches or exceeds 100GB. Thing is, I want to decide which I want to stay installed and which belongs in the Nope collection (which is the one for games I can’t actually play and / or ended up disliking) and which I would like to pick up and at least try a bit. Now, ideally I’d love to just install a new hard drive in Gilmore, but the set-up of Gilmore’s case is such that it becomes difficult to actually install a hard drive in there. Thus, external hard drive - 1TB, since it was relatively inexpensive. (Though does someone want to tell me why the fuck they charge £10 more for a blue or purple one than they do a red or black one? IT’S THE SAME INSIDE, FOR FUCK’S SAKE.) Anyway. So. It took some messing around, but I did get it properly installed and recognised by Steam, and my test install of Assassin’s Creed: Odyssey seems to be going relatively well. From what I Googled about running Steam games on an external drive, I should be fine at this point. However, that didn’t feel like quite enough, so I’m doing a couple of other bits of reorganisation on the PC. I don’t actually watch a whole lot of my videos, so I’m currently in the process of moving them all to the drive in my external drive dock, where I can watch them if I switch the thing on but save the space on the main drives for other stuff. Thus, more games. I mean, probably not too many more games, because we are talking about more than ... well, my current love affair with small indie games leaves me with a lot of games that don’t take up so much disc space, thankfully, but shit like any recent AC game or anything like that just ... sooooooo much data.

So now I’m watching various bits of externally connected drive go Chugga-Chugga-Chugga because I don’t really want to slow anything down by playing a game or whatever. It’s fine; I have plenty to occupy myself meantime. Though mostly it’ll be an exercise in watching over all this in the spirit of “watching paint dry”, but only because I’m slightly paranoid and want to be here to appropriately poke at it if anything goes wrong. Well, at least it’ll give me a reasonable organisational foundation on a couple of levels, mostly without too much in the way of physical activity and thus fibromyalgia pain.

I’m waiting until the weekend to vacuum the carpet.

[lewdity-and-lust]

Random but I am- I am having thoughts about a wholesome, pure Angel who worked for the temple getting messed up at the asylum. Like-

The scene is PC is some kind Angel of the church, the highest grave, maybe full Angel tf i don’t know. PC is kind and loving, and gets along well with Jordan.

And then, doesn’t show up again at the church for weeks. The last thing Jordan heard is that PC was staying late to tidy up the church grounds a little more and then they didn’t see PC again for a few weeks. Not even at the Sunday mass, which PC NEVER missed. Jordan honestly getting a little worried for their pure, sweet initiate.

And then, PC comes back. Explaining they had an extended stay with ‘The Good Doctor Harper’ due to some ‘unresolved feelings’. And y’know, that’s fine! Jordan’s fine. Jordan is happy PC got the help they needed but can’t help but feel something is OFF.

PC’s smile looks a lot more like theirs now, not reaching their eyes in the same way Jordan’s does. But it’s fine! PC is happy as ever, singing with the choir, working in the soul kitchen. Just like before. Sure PC gets a little absent sometimes but- that’s probably because they feel so light and airy now right?

And then Jordan sees PC doing something absolutely debauched. Whether it be letting other initiates feel them up, or walking around without their clothes on because ‘It’s nothing to be ashamed of’ like the good doctor said.

And Jordan realizes nothing is fine. The PC they watched grow, watched bloom under the care of the temple is gone. Replaced by this vacant minded doll, who is all too attached to their ‘oh so caring doctor’.

[bbangsoonie]

backdoor

member: jaehyun (hyunjae) genre: fluff (requested) word count: 3,120 synopsis: jaehyun has always been your rival. so when he bets that he could make you fall for him, you can’t back down and say no. but when you’re too confident, you let your guard done.

backdoor: a term used in league of legends; when you secretly attack the enemy’s nexus while they’re focused elsewhere. this is done by sneaking into the enemy base and taking them by surprise

Lee Jaehyun was the cockiest and most annoying person you had ever met. You would think that growing up as childhood “friends” would make you two close. After all, your parents were best friends with his parents.

But no, you and Jaehyun had been rivals ever since you were both enrolled into a tennis club as young children. You always had the upper hand until he suddenly hit puberty and became a lot more physically fit than you. Once he started beating you in nearly every match, he became your #1 enemy.

He had always been super competitive and made everything into a contest. Who could run to the car faster? Who could receive a higher score on the exam? Who could make the other lose their temper first?

With high school came his sudden increase in popularity. It inflamed his ego to the max, which irked you to no end.

Every Valentine’s Day, he would brag about all the gifts and confessions he received. And every White Day, he would compare the numbers to yours.

He was loved by the girls for being a casanova and admired by the guys for his athleticism and gaming skills.

You, on the other hand, could not comprehend why the entire school was infatuated with him. You had your eyes on someone else. Kim Sunwoo. He had caught your attention since the first day of freshman year. Now, as a senior, you were about to graduate without ever making a move.

You were too shy to approach him. You couldn’t even find a common interest to naturally bring up and talk about. All he ever did was make music and play League of Legends.

So you found Jacob during lunch and practically begged him to teach you how to play the game.

“Please please please?” you whined.

“It’s not that I don’t want to. It’s that I can’t,” Jacob said apologetically. “I have basketball practice every day. Besides, I haven’t played in almost half a year. I’m rusty.”

“I just need you to teach me the basics!”

“I’m sorry, Y/n.”

Sighing, you gave up and slumped in your seat. You poked at the food in front of you with a pout.

“Did I just hear the Y/n ask Jacob to teach her how to play League?” Jaehyun suddenly popped out of nowhere.

“Fuck off,” you rolled your eyes at him as you set your chopsticks down.

“You know, I’m the highest ranked player in our school,” he said smugly. You wanted nothing but to wipe that look off his face.

You ignored him and took a sip of your water. Jacob awkwardly glanced between you and Jaehyun as he tightly held onto his spoon. He could sense another argument coming.

“I can teach you if you want,” Jaehyun offered.

“I don’t want,” you coldly rejected.

“Of course you don’t,” he scoffed. “You’re too afraid to spend time with me because you might realize that you actually like me.”

“Oh please. There are a few things in this world that will never change. The sun rising from the east, the sun setting in the west, and my hatred for you,” you said.

“Well if you hate me that much, then let’s make a bet out of it. The first one to fall for the other’s seducing loses,” he smirked.

Still stuck in the middle, Jacob shifted uncomfortably in his seat.

“You don’t have to accept the challenge if you’re not confident,” Jaehyun shrugged, making you narrow your eyes at him.

A list of pros and cons was being made in your head as you contemplated the crazy suggestion. The logical part of your mind wanted nothing to do with him. You knew that stooping down to his level was childish. You had much better things to do than go along with his bet.

The competitive part of you, however, couldn’t bear to back down. You would have to deal with him flaunting over you and calling you a coward if you didn’t agree to this.

So you disregarded all rationale and crossed your arms with a curt “deal”.

The walk to school the next day was full of complaints as you whined about falling for Jaehyun’s trick and Kevin chided you for it.

“I don’t know why you thought it would be a good idea,” Kevin tsk-ed. “He makes your blood boil within seconds. How are you going to hold back from tearing him apart? Never mind flirt with him.”

“I’m already regretting it,” you groaned.

“Speaking of the devil,” Jacob coughed, nudging you.

You looked up to see Jaehyun waiting by the school gates. He was holding a bouquet of flowers and every girl who passed by whispered to their friend about it. To everyone’s shock, he walked up to you and handed you the flowers.

“So it starts now?” you stared at the roses. “You call this seducing?”

“I call this romantic,” he grinned.

Rolling your eyes, you handed Kevin the bouquet and walked away. He awkwardly chased after you as Jacob offered Jaehyun a pat on the shoulder.

“She doesn’t like roses. She thinks they’re cliché,” he said before leaving.

When the dismissal bell rang, Jaehyun was waiting for you outside of your classroom. Hushed whispers erupted again as your classmates tried to figure out why he was being so affectionate to you. It was no secret that you two never got along.

After gathering your belongings, you grabbed your backpack and left without sparing him another glance. Unfazed, he easily caught up to you and slung his arm around your shoulder.

“What? Are you wavering already?” he teased.

“Not a chance,” you scoffed.

“As a part of the bet, I can teach you how to play League. That’s what you wanted anyway. Think of it as killing two birds with one stone.”

You ignored all the incredulous looks you received with Jaehyun by your side as you left the school grounds. You didn’t realize that you weren’t headed home until you stopped in front of a PC Room. Puzzled, you stared at the building in front of you.

“I promised that I’d teach you. Our first lesson starts today,” he said as he dragged you inside.

Your brain was bombarded with a whole new world. You struggled to keep up as he rambled on about bots and gold. He was showing you a demonstration by playing a round but your inability to multitask made it difficult to understand what was going on on the screen.

“My main is Jace and I usually go jungle,” he explained and you pretended to understand by nodding. At your silence, he eyed your expression and chuckled.

“So is Sunwoo the reason why you’re suddenly interested in League?” he asked, catching you off guard.

“How did you know?” you gaped.

“You thought I wouldn’t notice your little crush on him?” he raised a brow.

You were taken aback to say the least. You didn’t think he paid much attention to you other than when he was bored and wanted to mess around.

“Anyway, he usually goes mid as Zed,” he shrugged. “To be honest, the best way for you to bond with him through the game is for him to play ADC and for you to be support.”

“As if I know what all that means,” you frowned.

At that moment, his character died and the screen went gray. You snickered, earning a light flick on your forehead.

“ADC stands for attack damage carry. It’s the champion who usually does the most attacking. They go in the bottom lane with whoever’s playing support. Supports are supposed to aid and heal the ADC. So you would follow and communicate with them.”

“Sounds complicated,” your nose wrinkled in distaste.

“Sounds fun,” he corrected before turning back to the computer.

The next day, Jaehyun surprised you with a small potted plant in front of the gates.

“Since you don’t like roses, I got you a succulent instead,” he said proudly.

Next to you, Kevin giggled and Jacob let out a soft “aww”. Slightly touched yet also slightly embarrassed, you took it from him in a hurry and stormed off.

“You’re slowly getting there,” Jacob laughed as Kevin shot him a thumbs up.

Smiling, Jaehyun watched as they ran to catch up with you. He heard you yell at them after what was probably a teasing remark. You then began to chase Kevin, who ran away shrieking.

After two weeks of spending hours at the PC Room after school, you were starting to get a hang of the game. You found Teemo, who you insisted was a dog (he’s actually a rodent), and gushed over how cute he is.

Jaehyun made fun of your champion choice and shook his head as he explained that Teemo was the most hated character.

“Why? He’s adorable!” you defended. “And I love the little eggs he plants.”

“For the nth time, those are mushrooms! Not eggs,” he exclaimed. “And that’s exactly why everyone hates him. He’s so annoying.”

“You’re annoying,” you shot back.

“Well, Teemo’s not an option right now,” he pointed out.

He was teaching you how to play Howling Abyss that day. And playing ARAM meant your champion would be randomly given.

“Oh! The cute cat is available,” you excitedly clicked.

“That’s Yuumi and that’s actually not a bad choice,” he nodded in approval. “You just have to attach onto me and heal me.”

You hated to admit that you had grown closer with Jaehyun. Only a couple of weeks had passed by since the bet and you didn’t completely despise him anymore.

He gifted you something small each morning, whether it was a plant or piece of bread. He was always waiting for you at the gates. Dating rumors were already circulating the school but you hadn’t forgotten about the bet. You were determined to win it.

Which was why you began to wake up earlier to put on makeup and even complimented him during games. It was easy to make him smile. All you needed to do was throw a lame joke in here and there and he would burst out in laughter.

It was almost suspiciously easy. He was too willing to respond to your advances and never put up a wall.

But that didn’t mean he didn’t get on your nerves. His antics still bothered you to no end.

On the way home, he insisted on feeding you ice cream instead of having you hold it yourself. Except he kept pulling the spoon back when you opened your mouth to eat it.

The first time, you gave him a dirty look. The second time, you punched his arm. The third time, you gave him the finger and walked off after a “fuck you”.

“Is that a threat or a promise?” he laughed.

Once again, you were reminded of how immature he was.

“So has there been any progress?” Kevin asked.

It was gym period and all the students were running around in the field. Jacob was playing volleyball with Jaehyun while you and Kevin were sitting on the sidelines.

“I don’t know,” you shrugged.

“It would be the best enemies-to-lovers trope if you two actually end up dating like this,” he commented.

“Never,” you snorted in disbelief.

You had seen Jaehyun ever since he was a snotty little kid. Even back then, he was a mischievous brat. There was no way you could ever see him as anything but that.

The teacher blew his whistle, signaling the end of gym class. You got up, dusted your pants, and skipped down the steps. Unfortunately, you landed wrong and felt a sharp pain in your ankle as you fell down.

After Kevin shouted your name, Jaehyun turned his head to see you on the ground. Without thinking twice, he ran towards you and asked if you were okay. When you couldn’t reply, he put you on his back with Kevin’s help and sprinted to the nurse’s office.

Your heart was beating fast but you couldn’t pinpoint the exact reason why. Was it because of the pain? Or all the attention you were receiving from your classmates?

By the time you reached the office, your ankle was throbbing and swelling up. The nurse was nowhere to be seen so Jaehyun retrieved an ice pack himself and wrapped a towel around it before applying it.

You were sitting on a cot while he was bent down to tend to your wound. His forehead was wrinkled with worry and you stared at him. This was the first time he had ever treated you with such gentleness.

“I don’t think you broke anything but it’s definitely gonna hurt for at least a week,” he winced in vicarious pain.

You suddenly didn’t know how to act around him. You weren’t used to receiving sympathy from him.

“Uh that’s okay,” you coughed to cover up the awkwardness. You’d rather have him make fun of you for being clumsy. But instead, he seemed genuinely concerned for you.

“You should’ve been more careful,” he scolded.

There was something about the way he looked at you. His eyes were no longer playful but you couldn’t figure out what emotions hid behind those eyes.

Those eyes. His eyes clouded your mind. For some reason, you couldn’t get it out of your head.

You found yourself avoiding him as you struggled to organize your thoughts. Or rather, your feelings.

Wanting to distract yourself, you decided to finally talk to Sunwoo. Surely, spending time with him would help you forget about Jaehyun.

So you mustered up the courage to ask him out on a date. To your surprise, he happily agreed and suggested that you watch a movie together. There was a new romcom film that came out and that he had been wanting to watch.

The date wasn’t as awkward as you thought it would be. Sunwoo’s goofiness offset any nervousness and it was fun to be around him. But yet, it also wasn’t as heart fluttering as you thought it would be.

Perhaps you had idealized him too much in your imagination. Your romantic feelings for him dissipated and you saw him as a good friend. Luckily, he felt the same.

However, word about your date had already spread by the time you got to school on Monday. It had reached Jaehyun’s ears and his expression hardened when he saw you laughing with Sunwoo at lunch.

He knew what the ugly feeling in his stomach was. And he wasn’t happy about it. So he reacted in the only way he knew. By clinging to your side and pestering you.

He spent the whole day messing up your hair and being sarcastic. Eventually, you finally snapped and told him to piss off.

“I’ll consider it if you can beat me in tennis today,” he said.

You crossed your arms, wondering what was going on in his head. You hadn’t been able to defeat him since middle school.

“If you can get a single ball past me, I’ll leave you alone,” he proposed. With a huff, you reluctantly agreed. It would be faster to just get it over with.

That was how you two ended up at a tennis court after school. He never went easy on you but he was going especially hard that day. He gave you no breaks and flung the ball back at you with what felt like all his strength. Ball after ball flew past you as he grabbed another one to start again.

“What the hell, Lee Jaehyun?” you yelled across the court. “Why the fuck are you so aggressive today?”

“Are you giving up?” he taunted while bouncing the ball.

“Oh hell no,” you grumbled as you got in position.

Another half an hour passed by with him beating you again and again. You were drenched in sweat and starting to feel sore. But you refused to give him the pleasure of watching you admit defeat.

So you kept going until the ball accidentally hit your shoulder. The amount of force he put into that backhand made you yelp in pain as you dropped the racket.

Startled, Jaehyun ran over to make sure you were okay.

“You just can’t bear to see me win once, can you?” you glared as you shoved his hand away. “You turn everything into a competition and act like you’re superior over me.”

“I-I didn’t mean to do that,” his brows furrowed in guilt.

“Didn’t mean to do what? Make my childhood a living hell by ruining my favorite sport? Use my crush on Sunwoo to trick me into another stupid bet? Confuse me into thinking that you might actually not hate me?”

“I don’t hate you.”

“Then why are you so clingy?”

“Because I like you!”

His words brought upon silence. The tension in the air was thick as you both stared at each other.

“You’re so dense,” he sighed. “I wanted your attention, okay? But back then, I was a kid and didn’t know how to stay by your side without annoying the hell out of you. And then I didn’t know how to transition out of that.”

He fidgeted with a loose string on his shirt and took a deep breath before continuing.

“This stupid bet was supposed to change our relationship. I was supposed to show you that I’m not as bad as you think I am. That I’m a guy too. That I’ve been in love with you for a whole decade now.”

To say you were surprised would be a massive understatement. All your life, you had been sure that Jaehyun’s purpose in life was to irritate you. So when your heart began to skip around him, you cursed yourself for giving into the hormones that made you see him in a different light. You never thought that the feelings would be reciprocated.

“You don’t feel the same way? At all?” he carefully asked.

Your mouth opened but no words came out. You couldn’t find the right words to answer his question.

“You’re not saying no,” the corners of his lips curved up.

He took a step closer to you and held your cheeks. You felt your heart race at the proximity and froze.

“For confirmation?” his lips ghosted over yours. You barely managed to nod slightly before he closed the gap between you two.

As cheesy as it sounded, you felt sparks fly the moment you had your first kiss. By the time he pulled away, you felt your cheeks heat up.

“So I guess that means I won the bet before it even began,” you joked, making him laugh.

“Yes, yes you did,” he smiled as he hugged you.

[umaruwastaken]

I wont leave you, I'm sorry. [short fluff & angst]

: hi, I'm Umaru! im very new to Tumblr and still don't know my way around the app, im pretty sure im missing something with the editing so if you have tips please do tell me :], enjoy!

Synopsis; Clay had announced his relationship with his partner,it was well until you received severe hate, clay was keeping in the anger and accidentally let it out on you.

!!TW!!:Shouting, cursing, panic attack.

↱💚Dream💚↰

→ You tucked your hair out of your face, staring intently in the ceiling... this week isn't the best week for you and your boyfriend.

everything started when he had told his fans about you and you guys' relationship, some were happy and supportive while others didn't take it too well, they were raging... you had received hate and death threats, you tried to remain calm and ignore it convincing yourself that they will forget about it in the next few weeks, but to your dismay, things have been worse, not just with clay's fans but with you two as well.

In the first weeks of getting severe hate, he was there and ready to shower you with comfort and affection, but he suddenly got too busy which makes you feel lonely, but of course you didn't wanna intrude with his career so you let him be, constantly trying to keep the relationship going through a lot of fights have occurred, it started getting worse where you won't even talk to each other without arguing... it was frustrating, but now you had decided that you wanna talk things out with him and fix the mess you both had created.

You're currently waiting in your room, clay's still streaming and have been extremely loud, you missed your chill days with him where you'd just cuddle and whisper soothing words to each other's ear but you haven't talked for the past days and if you do it'll just end up to an argument, You stood up from your bed figuring that he would end stream soon, so you decided to wait in the living room.

_------_------_

After a solid two hours, you had grown impatient, he hadn't left his room though you well know that he had ended his stream since you were watching it...

you sighed finally having the courage to scurry to his room with slight disappointment written on your face...

you had started making dinner and finished.

you knocked three times, waiting expectantly for an answer and receiving none... you knocked again and voiced out this time.

"Clay, dinner's ready," you mutter having hopes that he will answer this time.

sighing once again, you opened the door to see him faced in front of his setup, talking to his friends... he looked over your way with no expression.

"what?" he asked, coming out a little bit too rude for your liking despite waiting for him for 2 hours straight, you decided to be kind and not match his temper for today.

"dinner's ready" you softly mumbled at him.

he turned back to his computer "you go eat, ill come down later." he said before unmuting his mic to talk with sapnap and George once more.

"But, it's been hours and you haven't turned that pc off, you need to eat." he clearly heard your complaint but still chose to ignore you.

"Are you seriously going to ignore me, clay? come on, just this time eat with me," you whined.

"[name], just go... I said ill go down later, eat first." that was his response to your whine, your frown grew deeper as your patience starting to wear off.

"clay! just turn that off and eat."

"I said ill be eating later, go now," he said with a slight hint of annoyance, you can tell that he was running out of patience too... you were too exhausted and just wanted the hugs your boyfriend used to give you, but that computer was your rival, A COMPUTER.

"No, clay, your eyes need to re-"

"can you just shut the f*ck up and go eat for God's sake??! how many times do I have to tell you??! [name] stop being a brat and leave me the f*ck alone!!!"

At this point, you were holding back tears, you were very sensitive with yelling, you had heard something from his pc.

"what the fuck dream?" you heard a familiar voice, which was George.

you sniffled and tried to hold back tears as you wiped those who escaped. "ok... ill go, I'm sorry" you said quietly, taking your leave from his room, as soon as he was out of sight, you sprinted to your room and cried... you tried holding your mouth hoping for the sobs to not be as loud... the voices in your head started speaking.

'he hates you now'

'he'll leave like everyone'

'you were too annoying and clingy'

'he doesn't love you anymore'

'he's tired of you, brat'

she tried stopping them by pulling her hair, starting to have a panic attack.

_________

On the other hand, dream stood in his room functioning what had just happened, you two fought but none ever raised voices nor insulted you like that... he was shocked and shaking as tears threatened to fall from his eyes still hearing his friends nagging.

they had heard everything.

his body trembled thinking that you probably hate him now.

without thinking twice he left the call with nick and George before running out of his room towards yours.

he tried to twist the knob of course its locked, he knocked.

"[name]? baby? please let me in, I'm sorry, I meant nothing of those words! baby? open the door, love... [name] I'm sorry! open the door"

he stopped mid-way hearing her muffled sobs and whimpers.

he started to panic, he went away and grabbed his spare key to your room and frantically opened the door to see you silently crying on the ground, hugging your knees.

he knew how you reacted when a person yells at you, he knew damn well that you were sensitive yet he had failed to take care of you, his mind was full of regret.

tears started falling from his eyes, seeing how much he had hurt you, he was frustrated about the hate and the constant blackmails about being doxxed and shit.

He quickly went towards you and hugged you, he picked you up and sat on the bed with you on his lap.

"Baby, I'm so sorry!" he hugged you tighter rubbing circles on your back.

"I'm a jerk, [name] I'm sorry" he continued kissing the top of your head and held your face to try and face you.

he had seen your face that was stained with tears with a hurtful expression on your face.

"I hate you" you mumbled "I just wanted you to eat, that all" she cried

"I know, I'm sorry baby, I was just stressed... I was frustrated that the hate will make you leave me I'm so sorry!" he explained kissing your forehead, and wiping the tears off your face.

he rested your head on his chest whispering sorry all over and over again, you had stopped the tears and now you have a runny nose

"ill never do that again, [name], I love you... we'll face the haters and continue loving each other, ok? I'm still very sorry, so to make it up to you, we'll spend two days, cuddling! just us, I promise"

he said laying the two of you on your bed. he caressed your cheeks and kissed your nose before moving towards your lips.

"I love you, I love you, I love you" he muttered all over and over kissing every part of your face.

he sighed contently taking a mental note

'must not shout at baby, must protect baby'