#but the night and rain just “nah you shouldn't”

[selseasong]

Hjaalmarch bogs

[chrissleftshoe]

Usually, I'm all by myself

The rain pitter pattered against the window, a soft flow of calm drifting through the house. Matts arm is under the cover wrapped around my waist, a slight twitch coming from him every now and then. "You awake" he says in a tired groggy voice. "mmm no" "sure" his fingers and breath glide across my skin, the ticklish feeling bringing me out of my slumber. I push his hand off and sit up before rubbing my face.

"Why you actin' like that doll" "Matt, what the actual fuck" "what are you trippin' on" "what I'm tripping about is the fact that we fucked last night." "So what." "We aren't supposed to do that Matt, were friends, there are boundaries" "But you didn't push me off" silence fills the air, the rain hitting down harder. "That's what I thought, don't be mad because I stretched you out better than any other guy you've been with" "We're fucking friends!" "And I'll do it again." The stress of the situation weighs down on me, I mean I fucked my best friend for God sakes. couldn't even control myself. Matt scoots closer and matches my position, "if we both wanted to have sex than you shouldn't feel bad, just let's us know how we feel for eachother"

I say nothing, being drowned in the guilt was bad enough. "You just not gonna say nothin'." He removes his hand and puts his shirt on. "Where are you going?" " Since your still feeling some type of way about us fucking, then I'll just go on about my day"

"Matt I just do-" "Nah I get it, you take some time to think about it"

The hesitation engulfs my brain while trying to decide wether to text Matt or stay mysterious, they both feel wrong, but neither of us we're right.

Me: I'm sorry, I didn't mean to yell at you

Read at 6:23 pm

Me: I wasn't sure how to feel and everything just hit me at once. it's just usually, I'm all by myself.

I LOVE THIS SERIES ALR JUST FROM SEEING MY DRAFTS, SORRY THIS IS SO WEAK BUT IT GETS SMUTTY AND JUST SO MUCH BETTER, NEXT FIC COMING SOON MAMAS💜💜😛💋💋

[slashingdisneypasta]

Wheezy Weasel x Fem!Witch!Reader || Excerpt

Plot: Wheezy wakes up to find you dancing outside under the moon. And he doesn't believe in fate but you do make him wonder. 🌑🌑🌑

Warnings: Nothing really. Profanity? Unedited/Written on phone.

Tagging: @astridflo , @marinerainbow , @moxiiscool , and @spookiifi .

Wheezy thought you were crazy; dancing out here in the middle of the night, candles lit around you looking ethereal even in the middle of a back alley street. He always thought you were crazy doing this shit. Especially when it was snowing- which luckily, tonight wasn't one of those nights. If it was then he'd have to pick you up and carry you back inside- he'd done it before. Instead it was the first break in Hollywood heat after a week of scorchers. Cool breeze blows over him, making his yellow stained, sleep wrinkled clothes flicker against the cool wind.

He stops in the doorway to watch you in the street for a a little bit, leaning against his shoulder on the doorframe just letting the cool inside the apartment. Taking the moment to enjoy the change in weather, and a smoke.

When you catch sight of him casually watching you, drinking you in like the only thing that'll really hold onto his attention these days - despite the fact he thinks you're nuts, -  , you flash him a bright smile. A pretty as fuck smile. And waive him over.

With a smirk, a cigerette glowing bright between his teeth, and a shake of his head- he moves off the doorframe and finds you in the street. As soon as he's close, you take his hands and take an oppertunity for a break; pausing your dance to catch your breath. "Hey," You whisper, breathless, that smile he loves still all over your face. "Sorry, did I wake you up??"

"Nah," Your absence from his bed definitely did wake him up- but that ain't your problem. "Real nice dancing, doll. Y'look good. How long y'been out here?"

With a shrug, you look around you. The empty street, dry from days and days of hot sun and no rain at all; the other buildings, covered in grafitti and grease stains; Him, beautiful and tall and a little scary. "Not long... " So probably too long then, he thinks, smirking around his cig again. She needs to get some sleep- but there ain't much he can do about that.

His only job here is to keep you happy- and if lighting candles and dancing in the middle of the street makes you happy, thats easy enough. "... so yer dancin' under the moon again, huh? What's the occasion?" Doesn't matter that in the city you can't see shit in the sky except black soot as far as the skyline; you'll dance for the moon anyway. Every now and then.

"Oh- nothing this time~ " You give a small secretive smile; looking at him with eyes full of mischief. "Just happy right now."

"... that so?" He asks, waiting for the good bit.

That mischievious smile still on your lips, you lean up and get onto your tip-toes and stretch your neck, take the cigerette from his lips, and give him a slow, warm kiss. The breeze brushes you both by gently, whispering around you like spirits wondering how this story will end- if it'll be happy or a tragedy. The man has issues, a couple of reasons he shouldn't be allowed to be so happy, but the woman almost makes up for it. They guess that only time will tell.

"Yeah... " You whisper, your breath on his face almost better then smoke. Just as addictive, at least. Fuck. "Just really happy."

His eyes are intense, searing into yours. You give him back his cigarette.

Wheezy doesn't say anything. He doesnt believe in spirits, or fate, or the universe planning stuff- shit just happens, and you deal with it. But still, a dumb part of him thinks if he admits loud enough how good this particular shit turned out-- then something is gonna realise it made a big mistake giving this to him and take you away. And that's not gonna happen. That choice is up to you and you alone; and he's gonna make sure of that.

So wordlessly, Wheezy let's you draw him into your dance again; swaying gently in the light if some crackling candles and a buzzing street lamp down the way. The moon and the stars, the kinda crap that can almost make you believe in magic and fates, twinkling somewhere high in the sky.

[sulky-valkyrie]

Happy Friday! ❝ i know i can’t protect you from everything, but i wish you’d let me protect you from the things i can control. ❞ would be cute for Hawke and Anders, if the mood takes you. or indeed any ship you feel fits better.

Happy Friday! Have a @dadrunkwriting fill that doesn't use the words so much as the viiiiiiiiibes featuring both the Madman of Kirkwall and @dismalzelenka's Journey Hawke!

The Vimmarks sucked. Too much sand, too much heat, and too much creeping dread. If it was just his own, Anders could ignore it, but even Justice was uneasy here. Something pressed at the edge of their mind, whispering and tugging at it the same way that darkspawn did, but this felt... purposeful, even surgical, in its prodding.

The walk to the abandoned fortress was uncharacteristically quiet.  It had been weeks, but no one had mentioned Anders' failure to come to the Hawke Estate that night.  Fenris still stared at Hawke with a yearning that made Anders' heart ache in solidarity even as it proved Justice was right.  Whatever was between them was theirs, and he wouldn't, couldn't, and shouldn't get involved. The Madman if Kirkwall stopped and sniffed the air.  Clive Barker whined and pawed at the dirt by his feet.  "You sure this is the place Varric tracked those cornbreaded earfarts to?" Anders frowned.  "You're the one with the map, right?" In answer, Garrett tugged it out and unrolled it.  He squinted up at the sun, then down at Clive, then handed the map to Fenris. "Something wrong?" Fenris asked. "Place feels..." Garrett shrugged.  "Ain't gonna make sense no matter how I say it.  It feels like it's waiting for me.  Like something's here, and I been lookin' for it, only I don't know what it is.  Clive thinks so too." The mabari whined a worried affirmative.  It was not reassuring.  Garrett Hawke had the magical talent of a rain drop in a desert, and tumbled through life with chaotic glee, but that dog had a good head on his shoulders. Before Anders could try to investigate further, Fenris hissed quietly, a sign for them to shut up, and pointed.  A lone figure was climbing a nearby cliff, throwing herself up with short bursts of force magic, then pausing to reactivate the spell.  A lone Warden.  How do I know that's a woman?  The Warden part was obvious: her tabard was in rough shape, but the grey and blue were distinctive enough without any griffin wings.  Nothing about her gear was feminine at all, but somehow Anders (and Justice, for that matter) knew she was a she. "Tell me that ain't real."  Garrett's voice was muffled.  Anders darted a curious glance over: his thumb was between his teeth.  "Anders, tell me there's not a fucking Warden hanging from that mountain.  Tell me I ate some weird plant, or that's a demon or a darkspawn or anything but that." It was incredibly tempting to debate the semantics of what constituted a mountain, but he'd never heard Garrett terrified before.  Anders shook his head.  "She's real.  You know her?" He yanked his thumb away and spat blood on the stones.  "Better not," he growled. "Perhaps," Fenris started, "We should move on. Before we find out."

"Nah." Garrett crouched down. "If ain't her, and I'm killing it for wearing her fucking face. If it is…" he spat another stream of blood. "We'll burn that boat and all the others once we're on it."

Anders quirked an eyebrow at Fenris. You know her? he mouthed. Fenris bit his lip, unsheathed his sword, and leaned against a large boulder next to the path. Clive Barker whined and sat between them, staring at the Warden as she heaved herself over the final edge and laid there. Something made a low growling noise, though Anders couldn’t tell if it was Clive or Garrett, as she pushed herself up to her knees, then her feet, stretched, and began to stroll across a rope bridge toward them with predatory nonchalance.

The minute her feet touched solid ground again, Clive charged forward. Anders winced and averted his eyes. There would be no healing whichever one was thrown to the canyon floor, and didn't want to watch it happen. But, instead of a scream or a yelp fading to a crunch, all he heard was a whump of impact and a groan of annoyance. He looked up in surprise while Hawke stood and put away his blades. The woman wasn't dead, and Clive had her pinned to the ground as he licked her face and wagged his tail.

"Get - ew - Clive, fuck off!" she shouted.

I know that voice. "J - Ayesleigh?" Anders stammered.

Garrett whirled around, dagger out again inches from Anders' nose, expression twisted into cold fury. "Her name is Journey and you're going to tell me how the fuck do you know her after I stuff your kidneys in your balls."

Anders opened his mouth to ask what in the Maker's name he was talking about, but before he could, two things happened at once. Ayesleigh pushed Clive away and snapped, "Gary, down," as memories flooded his mind; not his, but Justice’s.

"Ayesleigh's not my name," she sighs and drinks deeply from the bottle of brandy. "It's a… a wish. A dead wish for a dead dream with a dead brother."

Justice puts a steadying hand on her shoulder to ensure she does not fall off the ramparts. "A wish for what?"

"Gary and I were going to run away to Ayesleigh. Together," she answered glumly. "Away from our parents. Let them have their happy little family without their fucked up first tries. But Malcolm Fucking Hawke had to die and leave us holding the pieces. Then I left too. For answers, but I still left." Ayesleigh touched the cord around her throat. "When I got back, the army had been routed and Lothering was gone. Wardens found me digging through the rubble of our house. I left Journey Hawke in the ashes and Joined up as Jay Ayesleigh."

More came after that, but it was lost in the sea of Justice's apologies. I was oathsworn to tell no one. Not a soul, she said. I could not speak of it, or it would corrupt us beyond recognition. Anders barely heard it over the alarm bell claxon in his head: I slept with the Madman of Kirkwall's sister. I slept with her and I left her.

In the span of the few heartbeats it took for Anders' epiphany and subsequent horror, Garrett dropped the blade and reeled back, almost drunkenly. His thumb was in his mouth again and his shoulders slumped as he mumbled, "Sorry, Juni."

Ayesl - Jay - Journey scooped the blade up from the ground and juggled it in her hand with all the deceptive grace that had caught Anders' attention and affection years ago. Clive trotted in her wake, panting happily. "Nice blade. Lyrium core?"

"Learned some shit since you… " Garrett reached for her, then froze, arms hanging awkwardly mid-air. "Juni, why didn't you look for us?"

She smiled sadly and tugged a necklace out from under her shirt, then over her head. A tiny wooden medallion hung from it, carved in the worst likeness of a mabari. Anders teased her about it once back in Vigil's Keep, and he hadn’t been able to smell anything but lightning for three days. Journey lowered the mabari into Garrett's palm. "I did, Gary. This was all that was left. Found it in what was left of the hearth. Thought you and Ma and the twins were dead until those Carta jack-offs showed up in Amaranthine spouting off about the blood of the Hawke. Father's not —" she took a deep breath. "I couldn't protect you then. From anything. I can now." Then she finally looked up at Anders with those eyes that always made his heart skip a beat. "Both of you. Even if you did leave."

"Jay, it wasn't planned!" Anders protested, though it was only half-true. "Rolan tried to kill me — kill us! I'm the apostate that got away, and the Chantry was just going to keep sending people in to finish the job. And after they did me, they were gonna do Velanna, and you, and probably the Commander himself. If I ran, they'd look for me, not you."

His outburst echoed against the rocks.

Me not you

Not you

You

Garrett turned to face him again. The cold fury was frigid now, like a razorblade made of ice and sharp enough to cut a man's throat faster than he could blink. "Juni, did he hurt you?"

Jay laughed bitterly. "Shit, I wish he had. It'd be easier, right? Easier to hate that than… whatever Father did. Easier to just walk away. But it's Warden business now," she spat.

It was like they were speaking a different language, one loaded with triple meanings and sordid history. Anders wrapped his staff on the ground politely. "Hate to interupt, but what Warden business could possibly be out here with a group of raving lunatic dwarves?"

"You don't even — Maker's Balls, I got here just in time." She pulled a series of vials from her knapsack and started handing them out. "This, I can control. To save all our asses and Thedas from what's down there."

[abarbaricyalp]

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🥃: Date night/ drinks Thanks for this one! Strong lack of datenight fics in my corpus

Sam lifted his drink less than a second before Bucky crashed into the bar right where his glass had just been. He looked down at the sprawl of wood and leather by his feet and raised an eyebrow. Bucky was already looking up at him, blowing a napkin out of his face.

"Hey, handsome," he greeted with a grin. "You come here often?"

Sam snorted his drink back into the glass. "Uh, no, actually," he answered. He grabbed the offending napkin and wiped his face off. "But you are obviously a beloved regular."

Bucky untangled himself from the debris and shrugged. Glass and wood rained from his his jacket. "You'd be surprised," he admitted. "You stay right here, gorgeous. I'll be back in a second." And he took off into the brawl again.

Sam turned to watch, lounging back against the half of the bar that was still intact, but he didn't follow. They'd said they weren't doing this this time. A nice night out, removed from the job. But, having to balance an anniversary date and an inter-galaxy mission had landed them in a bar where they could get into too much trouble.

Sam would grant Bucky this: it wasn't acceptable to grab anyone’s ass while you were talking to them casually, no matter what planet you were on.

The trouble had come when Bucky had reached for the guy's hand on Sam's ass and discovered it was a actually a tentacle and the alien had sent Bucky flying across the bar with a shrug.

That's when all hell had broken loose.

To be fair, Bucky seemed to be winning and he wasn't even really bleeding yet. Luckily, the other patrons didn't seem to want to get into the middle of this. It was just Bucky versus three...snakes? squids? lizards? Sam couldn't really tell. They hadn't been part of the debriefing. This is why Sam said not to mix business with pleasure. Excepting the obvious venn diagram center that Bucky was.

Bucky had incapacitated one snakething and was busy stabbing another one's tail to the floor with a frankly ridiculous knife he shouldn't have brought on their date. He had thrown himself over its tail and was trying to cling onto it like the world's dumbest mechanical bull.

"Don't even think about it," Sam called out in warning to the third one as it loomed behind Bucky with a chair raised over its head. "Learn to keep your appendages to yourself and you won't find yourself in these situations."

Bucky had his mouth open for his own smart comment, but Sam psp'd at him and quieted him before he could say something to escalate the fight further. Bucky stuck out his lower lip for a second, but pulled a twin knife from a thigh holster that must've had some secret pocket from his pants. He got to his feet fluidly for someone dodging a writhing tail.

"Apologize," he said instead of whatever he'd been planning on. He flipped the massive knife around his hand and rolled his shoulders back. "Apologize and I'll call us square."

The snakething looked from Bucky with a scoff, then looked at Sam, took a step forward. Bucky held the knife at him. "Nah, you can do it from there."

The snakething bared fangs but it sat back on its heels again. "I'm sorry," it said to Sam. "I thought you may be interested. I didn't realize you already had..." At the glint of Bucky's knife, it amended, with a sinking step backwards, "I didn't realize you were otherwise engaged."

"The offense was not about me," Bucky said.

The snakething gaped a little and rolled its eyes. "I'm sorry I touched you without permission. I will ask in the future."

Sam nodded in acknowledgement. Mostly because if he had to keep a straight face for much longer, he wasn't sure he'd be able to. "I appreciate it. Everyone around you appreciates it," he added, just to be a shit.

Bucky flipped the knife again and had it tucked back into its holster before Sam even noticed. He wrenched his other knife from the second snakething's tail. "Put your friend under a heatlamp," he suggested with a nod towards the first one. "And mind your manners."

He had to step over table debris to get back to Sam, and he sat down heavily on the barstool next to him.

Sam let them sit in silence for a moment, then asked, "Long day?"

Bucky snorted and looked over at Sam with fond amusement. "You could say that," he agreed. He reached over the bar for a second glass and a bottle of green liquid. "There's a perfect bottle of pinot noir in our room," he said.

"Oh?" Sam asked. "So why are we here?"

"Well, you know I like to show you off," Bucky said with a grin. "Besides, it's supposed to be crystal for the 15th, right?" He leaned over the bar to grab an intricately carved, beautifully clear glass. "How's this?"

"You totally googled that before we left," Sam accused. "And this probably isn't even crystal."

Bucky shrugged. More debris fell from his shoulders. "It's the thought that counts."

"Well, I think we ought to get back to our hotel and pop that bottle." He curled his fingers in the zipper of Bucky's jacket and tugged him forward.

"That all you wanna do there?" Bucky asked against Sam's mouth.

"No it is not," Sam breathed.

Sam felt it when Bucky grinned again. "Happy anniversary, sweetheart."

When they finally kissed, all Sam could think about was how he'd give anything for another fifteen years of this.

[sowen-storyblog]

This isn't a big part of the Sowen plot, so here's a draft I have of how Raine died.

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Keep going, just a bit further. 

The man was chasing Raine, maintaining a speedy pace for a solid ten minutes. He had a bow and arrow, ready to shoot. He just needed to aim. 

Raine was out of breath, but he couldn't stop. He wouldn't. 

Sol needed him, and he needed Sol. He wouldn't leave them behind. Ever. Not for time, not for wealth, not for the world. 

Raine kept running until the trees trapped him. He couldn't leave the forest. 

SHIT.

He couldn't stop! He had to keep going! If not for himself, for Sol. 

He tried to dodge the trees, to no avail. His arm got cut by one of the branches, and when he tried to back up, he tripped. 

"F-fuc-!" He couldn't finish his sentence before his head hit the ground. 

He got up as fast as possible, and ran back up to the trees. Then, he made his way around the trees, successful this time. 

The end of the forest that connected to the town of Esquies was so close. Raine just had 100 steps left to go. 

Don't let the man catch you, Raine.

80 steps.

60 steps.

40 steps.

10 steps.

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It was all for nothing.

The man chasing him, drew out his bow, and shot. 

His deadly aim hit Raine in the chest.

Raine gasped. Then he fell down. 

He didn't say anything. His mouth drew blood. 

He collapsed. Fell to the ground.

But this time, he didn't get up. 

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So yeah! This is a drabble of how Raine died. I'll remake it when I beat Writer's Block in a 1v1, but until then, enjoy this.

Raine and Sol were dating at this time. They had known each other on the streets, both their families abandoning such useless children. Neither of them were strong, and for that, there was no use present. 

They found each other on a Winter's night. They huddled together for warmth. They were 6.

Eight years later and they were dating. Happily. For a year. The war in Sowen would never get in between them, for they had each other, and that's all they needed. 

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Lol, then Raine died. L-ratio bozo get wrecked. 

Sol was like "holy shit ballz" (they didn't say that, I'm projecting) and mourned for a few months. At some point, they found Kassidi entering an abandoned house to murder someone, and Sol follows.

Someone grabs Sol, and tried to choke them to death, before Kassidi stabs the person, saving Sol. 

Sol follows Kass after this, and Kassidi lets it happen. She doesn't egt angry at them, she tries to train them. To be a skilled fighter and bounty hunter.

Amariah (Kassidi's mentor) watches the two getting along, and 'recruits' (for lack of a better word) Sol as a bounty hunter. 

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Oh yeah also let me traumatize Sol for a sec here. They found Raine's dead body when he didn't come back to Sol earlier. Sol panicked and asked for help, but no one in the corrupted government would help a street rat. 

That's all they were, right?

They couldn't even help their boyfriend. They shouldn't have left him. 

It's their fault Raine died. 

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Also, I was trying to think of a last name for Raine (I've had their first name and design for a long time already), and was like, "Hey, Raine and Sol. They're weather, right? How about Weather as a last name? Nah, that's too obvious. How about... Weatheral? PERFECT. Not even a little bit on the nose. Yep," so yeah! That's how I thought of his name!

Thanks for reading! 🍪

[riacte]

@treebarkweek 2023 Day 3: Saplings / Puppies!

(Probably biologically inaccurate and many creative liberties taken, but a really fun exercise nonetheless!)

One day, years and years after the Fall:

A young, spirited dogwood sapling emerges from the damp spring soil. It cautiously inspects its feeble, thin stalk and bright green leaves. "Well, not bad," it says. "At least winter's over, and spring's arrived."

The sapling doesn't know much, but it instinctively knows spring is the time for rebirth and growth. And so it likes the spring. But not much happens next— the ground is defrosting and it's quiet, but that's it. The sapling is alone, and it starts getting bored.

And then a persistent voice, small and desperate and coming from beneath the sapling:

"Helloooo? Is anybody freakin' there?! I'm so lonely down here!"

The sapling sways, pleasantly surprised. "Oh! Who are you?"

"I'm a rose seedling!" the voice says. "Erm, are you that tall, thin stick next to me? I can't see you!"

The sapling's tiny leaves rustle. "How rude!" it exclaims. "I'm a dogwood sapling, not a stick!"

"Whoops. Sorry." The seedling chuckles awkwardly. "Didn't mean to upset my only neighbour."

"Nah, it's okay. I'm in need of some company, actually."

There's a pause, then the seedling cries out, "Oh high and mighty sapling, at thou great height, do you see any others that may become our friends?" It ends with a hopeful tone.

The sapling feels pretty pleased at being called tall, but unfortunately it can't see anything from its height. "There's a grey stone wall next to me, but it seems to go on forever."

"Oh, really?" The seedling sounds sad. "That's all there is?"

"I guess it's just you and me in this world," the sapling says.

"Just you and me," the seedling echoes dramatically, and the sapling is amused.

"Just you and me, together forever."

"Forever!" The seedling sounds content.

The days pass. Sunshine peeks out from the clouds and covers them with a layer of warmth. Raindrops roll off their leaves and into the ground. It's still very quiet, but the sapling and the seedling talk whenever they can. They're both growing in the spring season, but the sapling grows faster, and is always taller than the seedling.

"I don't like this," the rose seedling declares one day. "I'm anxious! I'm respirating from places I shouldn't be respirating from! You're gonna become so tall that you won't be able to talk with me! You'll leave me, dude!"

"I mean, it's not like I want to!" the dogwood sapling responds. "I'm a tree. You're a bush. That's the way we are, dude."

"I don't like it," the seedling continues stubbornly. "I want to become a tree too. I wanna grow tall and grow old with you, my brother from another sapling."

The sapling holds back a sharp "that's not how it works at all" and indulges the seedling.

"By the way, if you're really a rose, why don't I see a single speck of red from up here?"

"Exsqueeze me?!" the seedling demands. "Art thou questioning my noble character? I'm just an innocent seedling! I haven't grown into a bush yet, let alone grow flowers, geez!"

"Well, one day, I'm gonna become a dogwood, you're gonna become a rosebush, and that's just how nature works," the sapling says briskly.

"And since you're a dogwood, are you gonna grow so tall that you'll be far far away from me?" The seedling sounds sad.

As silly as the rose seedling may be sometimes, the sapling has to admit it likes having it around. "I mean, I don't want to go far away. But it's my nature as a sapling. I have to go up, as high up as I can, get all that good sunshine, and survive. That's what we plants are meant to do. Survive."

"Well," the rose seedling says skeptically. "How about, y'know, making sure our leaves are shiny and our flowers are pretty? And attracting bees and making new friends?"

The sapling considers this. "That's nice, but in order to do that, we've got to survive. That's harder than it seems. You'll see."

The rain and the wind come in one dark night, and both the sapling and the seedling shed leaves. Thankfully, their stems are still strong and intact.

The days pass. They get their energy from the sun, their water from the ground. The sapling sprouts more and more leaves and stretches itself towards the sky.

"I wanna get my flowers," the rose seedling whines. "I wanna look pretty instead of having these ugly thorns and leaves."

"Hmm. You're always pretty to me," the sapling says to comfort its friend.

"Well, thank you," the seedling says eventually. "That's nice. I-I like that you think I'm pretty."

The sun sets, the sun rises. The dogwood sapling and the rose seedling spend their time chatting and enjoying the sunshine. The sapling is pretty glad that despite being close to the seedling, they aren't competing for nutrients with their roots. It'll be a pretty bad thing if their roots intertwine, it supposes.

"Have you ever wondered where we came from?" the rose seedling asks. "I've been thinking about that a lot lately. Y'know, the secrets of the universe."

"We obviously come from seeds," the sapling says, but now it's curious too. "Tell you what, one day I'll be taller than the stone wall, and I'll see what's outside of it. We'll make our theories when that day comes, okay?"

"Promise?" the rose seedling asks, a little pathetically.

The sapling's leaves sways in the wind. "Promise," it says in reassurance.

They both lose track of time. The sapling gets greedy and wants to get taller and taller. It marks its growth by every stone brick it reaches past. Nutrients are less abundant now, and it becomes a bit of struggle.

"You can have some of mine," the rosebush (not a seedling now) offers. "You need it to grow strong and tall, and I don't think I'll be growing flowers anyway."

Once upon a time, the young dogwood might've stolen from the rosebush, but that was back when it was a wee sapling. The rosebush is the dogwood's loyal (and only) companion. They're good friends. Good friends don't steal from each other.

"Take it," the rosebush insists. "I wanna know what's beyond that grey wall. I'm a useless bush anyway."

"You're not useless," the dogwood says, but finds itself unable to refuse the rosebush's offer. The dogwood thinks it won't ever be able to refuse the rosebush— the dainty, silly, but still wholly sincere rosebush.

So the rosebush shrivels up, and the dogwood flourishes. The dogwood doesn't like seeing its beloved friend suffer. The dogwood drops down its leaves as fertilizer for both of them.

"Stop shedding your leaves," the rosebush says, concerned.

"Then stop giving me your nutrients," the dogwood retorts.

Day by day, the dogwood and the rosebush grow apart. Despite that, they still manage to talk, although their voices grow smaller and smaller from the distance. The dogwood passes brick by brick, and it would've felt more pleased with itself if it could bring the rosebush with it.

One day, the rosebush screams excitedly, "I got a rosebud! I'll finally be pretty!"

"Congrats, dude," the dogwood says from above. It's sincere. "I think I can see it. A small, pink little thing. I'm proud of you."

"And I'm proud of you too. You have to be close to the end of the wall now."

"Yeah." The dogwood's not there yet, but it can see where the grey vanishes and becomes the blue sky. "Remember the pact we made when I was a sapling and you were a seedling? I'll tell you what I see beyond the wall when I reach it. It'll be any day now, I'm sure."

"And we'll magically figure out where we come from. But, y'know, I'm worried."

"About what?"

"That when you're taller than the wall, you'll be too far away to speak to me. Will that be worth it?"

That completely stops the dogwood in its tracks. Its leaves stop moving. "Err. Y-you're making me reconsider my entire life, dude."

"Umm, ignore me then. Don't respirate about it, dude. Keep on growing."

The rosebush gains more rosebuds. The dogwood is getting closer and closer to where the wall ends, its own white buds brimming on its branches. It's exciting, but also weirdly melancholic. The dogwood's life mission is about to be achieved. What will they see beyond the wall? What wondrous sights will they be greeted with?

"I think today's the day," the dogwood announces solemnly. It's a fully grown tree now, handsome and strong, and one of its branches is about to peek over the wall.

"Today's a good day for me too," the rosebush declares. "I think I'm going in full bloom mode, dude! I'm a happy rosebush!"

"Yeah, I think my flowers are ready too," the dogwood says, but it's mostly preoccupied with taking care of its branches. It can't afford to look pretty. The dogwood's branch is about to cross the previously insurmountable stone wall.

"I'm gonna do it," the dogwood promises. "I'll muster up my energy, and I'm doing it."

"Let's go! Ohh, I'm so freaking happy for you, dude. I'll hold your branch in support if I can. We're gonna find out what else is in the world!"

The dogwood's leaves tremble, and then it pushes its branch across the wall—

And nothing.

Nothing at all.

Well, it's not completely nothing. It's just— patches of untamed grass. Some wildflowers. Rocks. And the beautiful blue sky above them. Nothing they haven't guessed already.

The dogwood stares. And stares. When it finally turns back, it stills in complete shock.

Because from above, the dogwood finally sees where it and the rosebush came from.

Two skeletons, half buried by the soil, one plant emerging from each skeleton. The hands of the skeletons are intertwined. Hand in unlovable hand, still together in death. Down there, the rosebush is gazing up at the dogwood, its petals as red as the blood that was once spilled upon the soil that it grew from. The dogwood begins to bloom, soft white petals unfurling, as pure as the colour of snow.

In the dogwood's furious race to grow taller, it neglected to look down and see the whole picture. It didn't realise they were born from the remnants of two humans.

The dogwood wanted to see beyond the wall. The dogwood and the rosebush thought the wall was their ultimate obstacle. But no, they're wrong.

Because the stone wall protects them. What the dogwood wanted to see was within the walls all this time. And what the dogwood actually wants is within the walls.

Because within these walls is the dogwood's home.

And the dogwood's home is where the rosebush is.

-

Well, that was a fun if not wholly scientifically inaccurate writing exercise. Forgive my grammar mistakes because it's late at night haha.

Dogwood sapling Martyn and rose seedling Ren are so precious. I've grown attached now. This is some fantasy plant reincarnation AU I guess.

Thanks for reading! Anyways the dogwood and the rosebush live together happily ever after in the ruins of Dogwarts <3 <3

[mustachedmushroom]

brain, get off there! Problem! - Guys! - This could be bad. Affirmative. Very close. Gonna hurt. Mama's little boy. You are way out of position, rookie! Ooming in at you like a missile! Help me! I don't think these are flowers. - Should we tell him? - I think he knows. What is this?! Match point! You can start packing up, honey, because you're about to eat it! Yowser! Gross. There's a bee in the car! - Do something! - I'm driving! - Hi, bee. - He's back here! He's going to sting me! Nobody move. If you don't move, he won't sting you. Freeze! He blinked! Spray him, Granny! What are you doing?! Wow... the tension level out here is unbelievable. I gotta get home. Oan't fly in rain. Oan't fly in rain. Oan't fly in rain. Mayday! Mayday! Bee going down! Ken, could you close the window please? Ken, could you close the window please? Oheck out my new resume. I made it into a fold-out brochure. You see? Folds out. Oh, no. More humans. I don't need this. What was that? Maybe this time. This time. This time. This time! This time! This... Drapes! That is diabolical. It's fantastic. It's got all my special skills, even my top-ten favorite movies. What's number one? Star Wars? Nah, I don't go for that... ...kind of stuff. No wonder we shouldn't talk to them. They're out of their minds. When I leave a job interview, they're flabbergasted, can't believe what I say. There's the sun. Maybe that's a way out. I don't remember the sun having a big 75 on it. I predicted global warming. I could feel it getting hotter. At first I thought it was just me. Wait! Stop! Bee! Stand back. These are winter boots. Wait! Don't kill him! You know I'm allergic to them! This thing could kill me! Why does his life have less value than yours? Why does his life have any less value than mine? Is that your statement? I'm just saying all life has value. You don't know what he's capable of feeling. My brochure! There you go, little guy. I'm not scared of him. It's an allergic thing. Put that on your resume brochure. My whole face could puff up. Make it one of your special skills. Knocking someone out is/also a special skill. Right. Bye, Vanessa. Thanks. - Vanessa, next week? Yogurt night? - Sure, Ken. You know, whatever. - You could put carob chips on there. - Bye. - Supposed to be less calories. - Bye. I gotta say something. She saved my life. I gotta say something. All right, here it goes. Nah. What would I say? I could really get in trouble. It's a bee law. You're not supposed to talk to a human. I can't believe I'm doing this. I've got to. Oh, I can't do it. Oome on! No. Yes. No. Do it. I can't. How should I start it? "You like jazz?" No, that's no good. Here she comes! Speak, you fool! Hi! I'm sorry. - You're talking. - Yes, I know. You're talking! I'm so sorry. No, it's OK. It's fine. I know I'm dreaming. But I don't recall going to bed. Well, I'm sure this is very disconcerting. This is a bit of a surprise to me. I mean, you're a bee! I am. And I'm not supposed to be doing this, but they were all trying to kill me. And if it wasn't for you... I had to thank you. It's just how I was raised. That was a little weird. - I'm talking with a bee. - Yeah. I'm talking to a bee. And the bee is talking to me! I just want to say I'm grateful. I'll leave now. - Wait! How did you learn to do that? - What? The talking thing. Same way you did, I guess. "Mama, Dada, honey." You pick it up. - That's very funny. - Yeah. Bees are funny. If we didn't laugh, we'd cry with what we have to deal with. Anyway... Oan I... ...get you something? - Like what? I don't know. I mean... I don't know. Ooffee? I don't want to put you out. It's no trouble. It takes two minutes. - It's just coffee.

if this post gets 5k notes before december 15th i will do my geography presentation (and present it infront of my class) before the due date

[passingpanacea]

winning

It was my second cigarette of the evening - I shouldn't have had a single one, because the cough erupting from my lungs every few minutes sounded horrendous, but once beer was involved I could never resist. I hid from the rain under the awning.

He emerged from the door and without looking up, took the step down and lit his cigarette, facing the street.

What's your name?

He turned slowly, hands still raised to his lips, lighting a Marlboro.

I said what's your name? He squinted at me through his aviator lenses and replied Ian.

I'm Isobel. Good "I" names. Unusual.

Yeah, don't meet many.

I could hear his accent immediately and the rest of his figure began taking shape - the dark grime under his nails, a chest tattoo, his blonde hair and beard stiffened with grease, strong forearms, freckled from the sun.

The banter was natural and sexy. He spoke low, almost a growl, and would often pause to watch my reaction. Not just wait for it, but watch the expressions on my face as if he were studying for later. Be serious! I kept repeating, because every time he made me laugh - which was often - my hacking cough would come back and it hurt but it was worth it.

We ended up in a doubles match of pool not ten minutes later. I picked out two cues and brought them to him. Choose.

He put them on the table and rolled them each with his palm, leaning closer to decide, squinting again through his lenses.

This one. He was so sure. Not just of pool cues, but of everything. He broke, our opponents played badly, but he wasn't a shark, either.

We are going to win, by the way, he said into my ear while my girl friend sunk another ball.

Knock on wood I tapped the table next to me.

I'm not talking about this match, he replied, and then just looked at me for a while. I felt comfortable with the eye contact, with his lips barely smiling, but smiling nonetheless.

He disappeared for an hour after that. I looked for him outside - admitted defeat, laughed with my friends that he was a ghost.

When he emerged from the darkness next to his old motorbike, I almost gasped. I thought you left.

Nah, I just got a call from a friend. I didn't care if it was too mysterious or weird or that he was probably a drug dealer or something. I was just glad he was back.

Have another drink with me, I said, and he followed me inside. I could have stayed at that table with him for the rest of the night, but it was three in the morning and the bartender was turning on the lights.

[didiwaffles]

TW // rant, self-harm mention, suicide mention

Bear with me I didn't take my pills today don't read if you're whatever etc I literally don't care at this point I need to scream it to SOMEWHERE

I don't understand christians. Can't say about other people who believe in god but. How do you live?

How do you keep going when you hit rock bottom? The kinda rock bottom when you have to turn to god. You have nothing else left. Oh wait, HE DID THIS TO YOU. How do you keep being his follower when you realize you have to DESERVE the right to live. You have to DESERVE the right to have your needs met. You have to SUFFER to have something in your stomach. You have to SUFFER just to live the life everyone else didn't have to do ANYTHING for. No, you can't have that. You didn't PROVE you deserve it. When you're all alone, or worse yet, when you have people around you but they won't move a finger for you, how do you keep believing? When he says, no, you don't deserve to feel happy, or even just content. You don't deserve it. Someone else? Yeah, they do. Cause they have people who would help them. You? Nah. Prove that you deserve to have anything. Then we'll talk.

And you keep believing he has your best interests in mind? Please.

I hit that rock bottom. I can no longer afford water and bread every day. Shower? That's a privilege I don't have. A roof above my head. Well.... It's... almost a year? Maybe more, even, since I started living in a state of 'tomorrow, I might not have this'. Ah, I'm not even counting the fear that tomorrow that rogue drone will fall just a few kms earlier. Or that sound last night. Do I know what it was? No. Did it sound eerily similar to the blast of a bomb? Who knows, I never actually heard a sound of a bomb. Maybe it was just a thunder. Just a 'too loud and too unusual of an echo for a thunder and also there was no rain anywhere in the vicinity but okay' kinda thing. No, I'm not even talking about that. Just your usual 'things that I've been deprived of without my knowledge and I could never have a say in it'.

And now I don't even have a right to enjoy things.

'Easy, just don't play a game if it doesn't bring you pleasant emotions' okay and? What then? Oh yeah look how much free time I have now to let my depression consume me altogether until I either want to kill myself or just die, internally or not. 'If you have so much free time just go find a job' oh yeah! That was a part of my initial point! Suffering! Suffering for extended periods of time so that I maybe possibly could have a chance at *checking notes* what everyone else already has! Yay!

(And btw I do understand that everyone has to work it's not about me not wanting to work it's about me being the only one who cares to make my life better with everyone else either simply using the results of my work or actively trying to make my life worse)

But everyone else has someone. Maybe it's their parents who will make sure they don't die in a ditch. Or like. One parent. Parental figure? Older sibling maybe? Extended family member? A friend's parent? A friend. A singular friend that does really care for them. Wow. I wish I had what you have. Maybe I just want one person in my life who would run after me when I'm having a breakdown and not let me stew on my thoughts until I come to the conclusion that I'd really want rn to go to the kitchen, take a knife, and run it through my hand with like, as much strength as I have. It'll hurt as fuck, I know. I might even cut something I shouldn't, yeah. But at the moment, I'll take anything but feeling this pain in my chest from this realization that no one cares about me in the way that would matter.

My dad called me entitled for asking for help. My sister promised to run me headfirst down the stairs from the 8 floor for *checks notes* not returning home after she severely hurt me emotionally? Yeah sounds about right. My brother... Yeah why would he care about me, after all it was I who brainwashed his son into thinking he's abusive manipulating asshole, his ex-wife is an alcoholic whore, and he doesn't care about him one bit (obviously it's me, not their actions.) Since his son decided fuck him he's gonna do whatever he wants and not the idea of what he needs of an idiot who didn't even finish school. he decided okay but let me just ruin his life real quick and by extention mine (cause I said literally you should do what you enjoy fuck your dad (I mean just not LITERALLY)). Speaking of my brother! His existence alone fucked me over because he's mom's favorite child and she put herself (and me by extension) into this shit we're in all for him. And at this point I no longer think it's that much of a reach to think he has a lot of money and just pretends he doesn't so he can drain even more money from mom. I mean either this or he gotta start filming tutorials on youtube about how the fuck did he spend $50k in 3 months to have absolutely nothing. And I do think it's my mom's own fault because EVERYONE been warning her but she doesn't care how many times it burns her, she can't stop won't stop. I just don't get why I am the one suffering but sure. The rest of my family doesn't exist. Well, they're out there somewhere. That's all I know. And, well, grandma. But I'm not even gonna look her way, even if I'll be fucking dying, after that homophobic and plain just fucking DISGUSTING remark she made that one time. Like I'd rather go homeless but not be associated with her after THAT.

As for friends... Well, I never had those. I mean, I THOUGHT I had, at different points in time, but they all eventually showed me that I'm wrong, one way or another. (This does not however include online friends cause it's more complicated here and I just know Emy WOULD fistfight Putin for me irl if she could.)

So like. When it's me against all odds, begs a question. Is it even worth it to keep going? For what? For who? The chances I can solo carry this shit are minimal when these fucking idiots keep feeding like their lives depend on it. I might as well just be the first to push the surrender button like what's the point? They all just gonna surr on minute 6 like fucking degenerates anyways, even if I do try to farm and get a chance at late game. And then they say, 'only bots are playing at grandmaster- THEN WHY DO I HAVE 40% WINRATE THEN HUH. TELL ME. NO, TELL ME. WHERE DID THESE 40% COME FROM IF I CAN SOLO CARRY PLAYING TWO RANGS BETTER THAN ANYONE HERE. EXPLAIN THIS.

[alie-randomly-writes]

It's a matter of perspectives.

The way you view life defines who you are. Today has been too much and stressful with all the waiting and patience to get things done. From morning to afternoon, I was tested. It's not easy being judged and pretending I didn't know. Heck, I even get hurt from people who thought I didn't know that I knew. But even though I was faced with hell today, I ended my night with happiness.

I had an exam earlier at 5:45 PM. To finish the day with an exam is a slap in my butt. But nevertheless, I was not satisfied with my exam, haha. After passing my test paper, I was laughing. Not out of sarcasm, but rather, out of relief. I studied, I really did. But I know it was not enough. I looked at my friends who were laughing as well. Even though we knew we were all screwed, we were relieved that it was done.

At 7 PM, I got into a motor cab to go home. Since it was raining, it was expected the waters would be high. The driver drove quite fast to the point I got splashed with water. I swear, when that happened, whiplash by aespa came into my mind. Instead of getting angry, I was actually laughing (yet again).

What do you guys think? Am I crazy? Abnormal? Or mentally challenged? Nah, it's just how I view life.

Water went to my uniform, eyeglasses, and yes, my face. I was drenched, but I was not angry. I laughed not because I am abnormal, but because I find it fun. As a child, I never got to play in the rain.

I think the driver was a bit off after that splash, he shouldn't get down just because of water. It reminded me of the Rosenzweig Picture-Frustration Study. I don't really know why I reacted this way, but it was nothing huge. Some people might find it annoying, careless, or even mad. We get to have a bad day, we make mistakes, but it doesn't define who you are.

In my perspective, it was normal. It was fun. It was humane. What do you think?

-Alie (04-30-2025)

[sharkchanic]

As always, watch your brooms, hockey sticks, dogs, birds, bears and bats. Also, I got a couple of reports of root beer being poured on us. Murphy's in a home because of it, babbling like a cicada! - That's awful. - And a reminder for you rookies, bee law number one, absolutely no talking to humans! All right, launch positions! Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz! Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz! Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz! Black and yellow! Hello! You ready for this, hot shot? Yeah. Yeah, bring it on. Wind, check. - Antennae, check. - Nectar pack, check. - Wings, check. - Stinger, check. Scared out of my shorts, check. OK, ladies, let's move it out! Pound those petunias, you striped stem-suckers! All of you, drain those flowers! Wow! I'm out! I can't believe I'm out! So blue. I feel so fast and free! Box kite! Wow! Flowers! This is Blue Leader. We have roses visual. Bring it around 30 degrees and hold. Roses! 30 degrees, roger. Bringing it around. Stand to the side, kid. It's got a bit of a kick. That is one nectar collector! - Ever see pollination up close? - No, sir. I pick up some pollen here, sprinkle it over here. Maybe a dash over there, a pinch on that one. See that? It's a little bit of magic. That's amazing. Why do we do that? That's pollen power. More pollen, more flowers, more nectar, more honey for us. Cool. I'm picking up a lot of bright yellow. Could be daisies. Don't we need those? Copy that visual. Wait. One of these flowers seems to be on the move. Say again? You're reporting a moving flower? Affirmative. That was on the line! This is the coolest. What is it? I don't know, but I'm loving this color. It smells good. Not like a flower, but I like it. Yeah, fuzzy. Chemical-y. Careful, guys. It's a little grabby. My sweet lord of bees! Candy-brain, get off there! Problem! - Guys! - This could be bad. Affirmative. Very close. Gonna hurt. Mama's little boy. You are way out of position, rookie! Coming in at you like a missile! Help me! I don't think these are flowers. - Should we tell him? - I think he knows. What is this?! Match point! You can start packing up, honey, because you're about to eat it! Yowser! Gross. There's a bee in the car! - Do something! - I'm driving! - Hi, bee. - He's back here! He's going to sting me! Nobody move. If you don't move, he won't sting you. Freeze! He blinked! Spray him, Granny! What are you doing?! Wow... the tension level out here is unbelievable. I gotta get home. Can't fly in rain. Can't fly in rain. Can't fly in rain. Mayday! Mayday! Bee going down! Ken, could you close the window please? Ken, could you close the window please? Check out my new resume. I made it into a fold-out brochure. You see? Folds out. Oh, no. More humans. I don't need this. What was that? Maybe this time. This time. This time. This time! This time! This... Drapes! That is diabolical. It's fantastic. It's got all my special skills, even my top-ten favorite movies. What's number one? Star Wars? Nah, I don't go for that... ...kind of stuff. No wonder we shouldn't talk to them. They're out of their minds. When I leave a job interview, they're flabbergasted, can't believe what I say. There's the sun. Maybe that's a way out. I don't remember the sun having a big 75 on it. I predicted global warming. I could feel it getting hotter. At first I thought it was just me. Wait! Stop! Bee! Stand back. These are winter boots. Wait! Don't kill him! You know I'm allergic to them! This thing could kill me! Why does his life have less value than yours? Why does his life have any less value than mine? Is that your statement? I'm just saying all life has value. You don't know what he's capable of feeling. My brochure! There you go, little guy. 'm not scared of him. It's an allergic thing. Put that on your resume brochure. My whole face could puff up. Make it one of your special skills. Knocking someone out is also a special skill. Right. Bye, Vanessa. Thanks. - Vanessa, next week? Yogurt night? - Sure, Ken. You know, whatever. - You could put carob chips on there. - Bye. - Supposed to be less calories. - Bye.

"jeez..."

[digirainebow]

Wait. One of these flowers seems to be on the move. Say again? You're reporting a moving flower? Affirmative. That was on the line! This is the coolest. What is it? I don't know, but I'm loving this color. It smells good. Not like a flower, but I like it. Yeah, fuzzy. Chemical-y. Careful, guys. It's a little grabby. My sweet lord of bees! Candy-brain, get off there! Problem! Guys! This could be bad. Affirmative. Very close. Gonna hurt. Mama's little boy. You are way out of position, rookie! Coming in at you like a missile! Help me! I don't think these are flowers. Should we tell him? I think he knows. What is this?! Match point! You can start packing up, honey, because you're about to eat it! Yowser! Gross. There's a bee in the car! Do something! I'm driving! Hi, bee. He's back here! He's going to sting me! Nobody move. If you don't move, he won't sting you. Freeze! He blinked! Spray him, Granny! What are you doing?! Wow... the tension level out here is unbelievable. I gotta get home. Can't fly in rain. Can't fly in rain. Can't fly in rain. Mayday! Mayday! Bee going down! Ken, could you close the window please? Ken, could you close the window please? Check out my new resume. I made it into a fold-out brochure. You see? Folds out. Oh, no. More humans. I don't need this. What was that? Maybe this time. This time. This time. This time! This time! This... Drapes! That is diabolical. It's fantastic. It's got all my special skills, even my top-ten favorite movies. What's number one? Star Wars? Nah, I don't go for that... kind of stuff. No wonder we shouldn't talk to them. They're out of their minds. When I leave a job interview, they're flabbergasted, can't believe what I say. There's the sun. Maybe that's a way out. I don't remember the sun having a big 75 on it. I predicted global warming. I could feel it getting hotter. At first I thought it was just me. Wait! Stop! Bee! Stand back. These are winter boots. Wait! Don't kill him! You know I'm allergic to them! This thing could kill me! Why does his life have less value than yours? Why does his life have any less value than mine? Is that your statement? I'm just saying all life has value. You don't know what he's capable of feeling. My brochure! There you go, little guy. I'm not scared of him.It's an allergic thing. Put that on your resume brochure. My whole face could puff up. Make it one of your special skills. Knocking someone out is also a special skill. Right. Bye, Vanessa. Thanks. Vanessa, next week? Yogurt night? Sure, Ken. You know, whatever. You could put carob chips on there. Bye. Supposed to be less calories. Bye. I gotta say something. She saved my life. I gotta say something. All right, here it goes. Nah. What would I say?

I FORGOT ABOUT THE BEE MOVIE ASKS

[profoundlyluckyfox]

Should we tell him?I think he knows.What is this?!Match point!You can start packing up, honey, because you're about to eat it!Yowser!Gross.There's a bee in the car!Do something!I'm driving!Hi, bee.He's back here!He's going to sting me!Nobody move. If you don't move, he won't sting you. Freeze!He blinked!Spray him, Granny!What are you doing?!Wow... the tension level out here is unbelievable.I gotta get home.Can't fly in rain. Can't fly in rain. Can't fly in rain.Mayday! Mayday! Bee going down!Ken, could you close the window please?Ken, could you close the window please?Check out my new resume. I made it into a fold-out brochure. You see? Folds out.Oh, no. More humans. I don't need this.What was that?Maybe this time. This time. This time. This time! This time! This... Drapes!That is diabolical.It's fantastic. It's got all my special skills, even my top-ten favorite movies.What's number one? Star Wars?Nah, I don't go for that... kind of stuff.No wonder we shouldn't talk to them. They're out of their minds.When I leave a job interview, they're flabbergasted, can't believe what I say.There's the sun. Maybe that's a way out.I don't remember the sun having a big 75 on it.I predicted global warming. I could feel it getting hotter. At first I thought it was just me.Wait! Stop! Bee!Stand back. These are winter boots.Wait!Don't kill him!You know I'm allergic to them! This thing could kill me!Why does his life have less value than yours?Why does his life have any less value than mine? Is that your statement?I'm just saying all life has value. You don't know what he's capable of feeling.My brochure!There you go, little guy.I'm not scared of him.It's an allergic thing. Put that on your resume brochure.My whole face could puff up.Make it one of your special skills.Knocking someone out is also a special skill.Right. Bye, Vanessa. Thanks.Vanessa, next week? Yogurt night?Sure, Ken. You know, whatever.You could put carob chips on there.Bye.Supposed to be less calories.Bye.I gotta say something. She saved my life. I gotta say something.All right, here it goes.Nah.What would I say?I could really get in trouble. It's a bee law. You're not supposed to talk to a human.I can't believe I'm doing this. I've got to.Oh, I can't do it. Come on!No. Yes. No. Do it. I can't.How should I start it? "You like jazz?" No, that's no good.Here she comes! Speak, you fool!Hi!I'm sorry. You're talking.Yes, I know.You're talking!I'm so sorry.No, it's OK. It's fine.I know I'm dreaming. But I don't recall going to bed.Well, I'm sure this is very disconcerting.This is a bit of a surprise to me. I mean, you're a bee!I am. And I'm not supposed to be doing this, but they were all trying to kill me.And if it wasn't for you... I had to thank you. It's just how I was raised.That was a little weird. I'm talking with a bee.Yeah.I'm talking to a bee. And the bee is talking to me!I just want to say I'm grateful.I'll leave now.Wait! How did you learn to do that?What?The talking thing.Same way you did, I guess. "Mama, Dada, honey." You pick it up.That's very funny.Yeah.Bees are funny. If we didn't laugh, we'd cry with what we have to deal with.Anyway... Can I... get you something?Like what?I don't know. I mean... I don't know. Coffee?I don't want to put you out.It's no trouble. It takes two minutes.It's just coffee.I hate to impose.Don't be ridiculous!Actually, I would love a cup.

if this gets 1k notes (it won't) i'll put away the 7 baskets of clean laundry that have been piling up on my bedroom floor for weeks and weeks. it's been 3 months. come on guys. 1k. or at least 500.

[harunayuuka2060]

Crowley: MC? MC? I have a new job for you—

Grim: The hench-human is at the roof, fixing the holes.

Crowley: Oh. Would you tell them to get down so we could talk?

Grim: Nah. It's raining. I don't want to get wet.

Crowley: I'll just wait here then. And ooh~ Looks like they've made some changes already.

Grim: They said it was barely habitable. They got a few things from the storage room to renovate the dorm a little.

Crowley: What a talented individual.

Grim: So, what do you want from my hench-human?

Crowley: You see, I'm thinking of turning you both into students of Night Raven College.

Grim: Mryah! Really?!

Crowley: Yes. I've realized that it would be a waste to just have them work as a janitor.

Grim: Mryahah~! Wait. *frowns at him*

Crowley: Is there something wrong, Grim?

Grim: You want to exploit my hench-human!

Crowley: Wh— Of course not! Where does that come from?!

Grim: They're already cleaning the whole school and that isn't enough for you?!

Crowley: I have provided you food and shelter!

Grim: Hench-human has to work outside the school mryah! Because the food you're giving us ain't enough!

Crowley: They still have time for that— *clears throat*— Well, they could've asked for more. That shouldn't be my problem.

MC: *walks in* *dripping wet* Hey, Grim. Can you grab me some towel— *noticed Crowley*— What do you want?

Grim: *flies to their side* He wants to exploit us!

Crowley: Certainly not! I'm here to offer you to officially become a student of our school. *smiling*

MC: *raised an eyebrow*

MC: Yeah. Grim sure could use that.

Crowley: H-How about you? Are you not interested?

MC: Nah. I'm good. I had vocational courses in my world. No need for me to have a diploma here.

Crowley: Oh. I did hear from Grim you got a job outside the campus.

MC: Yeah. I realized I can't live off solely from your benevolence when I'm feeding a glutton.

Grim: I'm not a glutton!

Crowley: ...

Crowley: I see. But as you've said, Grim could use this opportunity. So would you be taking the job I'm about to offer you?

MC: *smirks* Sure. I can use some extra income.

Crowley: ...

Crowley: I can only offer you a minimum wage.

MC: I'm not picky.

Crowley: Wonderful!

Leona: Huh? Who's that?

Ruggie: Don't you know? They're the janitor.

Leona: What are they doing here in Savanaclaw?

Ruggie: They've come to inspect each dorm in Night Raven College.

Leona: Huh?

MC: Some of the rooms here are full of shit.

Savanaclaw students: Why do you care?

MC: Shitty rooms, shitty people. *yawns* I feel like burning this whole place down.

Savanaclaw students: You can't do that!

MC: I can, pals. If you don't start cleaning right now.

Leona: ...

*In the housewarden meeting*

Leona: Hey, Crowley. What's up with that?

Crowley: *smiling* Is there a problem, Kingscholar?

Leona: Why does that punk get to do a dorm inspection?

Idia: Yeah! They have no respect to anyone's privacy!

Vil and Riddle: ...

Riddle: That isn't true at all.

Vil: Heartslabyul and Pomefiore were commended for their unwavering commitment to cleanliness and orderliness.

Vil: And they had asked for permission beforehand.

Azul: Though if you were to decline, they would persist and resort to using force to gain entry.

Kalim: I got scolded for keeping bugs in the kitchen...

Riddle: What the hell—

Crowley: MC's job as a dorm inspector only happens every end of the week. So you have nothing to worry about regarding invasion of privacy. *smiles*

Grim: Hench-human... *seems exhausted* *flies to their arms*

MC: You alright, buddy?

Grim: I hate classes... I give up.

MC: *chuckles* Looks like your preschool brain can't handle college classes.

Grim: Mryah! What did you say?!

MC: *pets him* Told ya to learn your ABC's first.

Grim: MRRAAAAHHHH!!!

MC: Easy, bud. Easy. I got you some food.

Grim: Take back what you said!

MC: Nuh-uh. Just prove me wrong.

Grim: I'll prove you wrong! Watch me!

[secretagentsociety]

Writing ideas pt 4?3?idk

Sumary : a yandere roommate who's obsessed with your best friend,one day you find his shrine dedicated to her,promising to help him capture her heart you start helping him around,but the plan changes halfway

tw : yandere nonsense,little angst(if you squint enough) and comfort,fluff

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When he first accepted your help he never thought it'd end up like this,he always thought you're a thron on his side afterall you're one of the closest person to his darling and he hated it but since you're helping him,he tolerates you

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So when does this feeling starts? Why is it now that he's standing here with his supposed 'darling' Infront of him confessing being a blushing mess,why isn't it making him happy?,why is it he find himself wishing in her stead was you instead ?

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"so did you accept her confession?"

"...."

"nah who am I kidding, you're like crazzzeee for her,ofcourse you d-"

"I didn't"

hearing that you almost dropped your mug your brows forrow in together as you sat right besides him putting an arm over his shoulder as means of comfort,subconsciously he leaned in closer taking a deep breath

"hey... something wrong?" You asked

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he tried,he really tried to like her back like he used to but nothing worked!,and he's frustrated in himself, he's supposed to worship her!love her with all his heart and only have her only!,for gods sake he's been obsessed with her for years!! So why?! Why?why?why?! can't he just embrace her like he did with you?!

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This is it... tonight's the night he will finally set everything back to it's rightful course,he stood at the end of your bed knife at hand just staring at you,his hand trembled a little his face showed disgust yet despite that his heart couldn't help but swell up in adoration this feeling....he know it oh so well and he hated it

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He stood there in the rain with an umbrella at hand Infront of him is his 'darling' she stared at him smiling, shouldn't he be happy with this? it's everything he wanted,like the tale his mother told him about on how she and his father confessed,they were drenched in the rain kissing each other like there's no tomorrow this is the exact perfect time for him to finally in your words 'woo her'

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You sighed staring outside of the window with a book at hand, it's a bit sad if you think about it,helping your crush get with your best friend,you cursed yourself right at this moment,tonight is the night as he said it where he will finally get his 'darling' to accept him,"well atleast the sunset was beautifu-"

"Y/N!!" you heard from outside

shocked you stopped mid sentence eyes widending as you stared outside the window

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The door slammed close behind you as you ran towards him drenched in the rain

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING HER-"

"am I too late?!" he asked

"wha-?"

"I heard you say the thing!"

"what thing?!"

"sunset thing!"

"how?!!"

"i-its not important!am I?!"

"um no!I guess!"

you could barely hear his voice from the heavy rain,why were you standing here in his arm?why is he here?what happened?!

"Why are y-hmp!!"

!!

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He woke up in the morning staring at his favourite view,your peaceful sleeping face as you softly hugged him,god he could never get tired of the view

kiss.

"wake up"

"five more minutes" you groaned

Kiss.

"my sweet dew drop I know you're tired but you have to wake up"

you groaned rolling over to the other side only to see the face of your child,they stood at the edge of the bed "wake up" they whispered

groaning again you rolled back,only to be bothered by your husband "fine!fine!fine!" You said throwing your arms up "I'm up, I'm up"

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wow a full one shot with decisive ending?how cash money of me to do this