#hcs and short drabbles and such

[dr-viles-laboratory]

Debating whether i should make a sideblog for my MarkiplierTV selfshipping bc I selfship with so many egos (and also special interest) or just get More Annoying (/pos) about it on main

[superstvrboy]

a/n: not proofread. bakugou katsuki x reader

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you stared back at the text on the screen. the words in the bubble staring right back at you.

happy birthday and all that.

there was a line of texts following but your eyes were only on that one.

you didn’t even know he knew it was your birthday. you didn’t even know he had your number. and if it hadn’t been for the unnecessary adding of the name— extra— at the end (which you ignored among the other names he included in his mass of messages) you probably wouldn’t have known it was him. there was only one person who said that.

it very much bakugou katsuki.

your eyes couldn’t look anywhere else but the screen. your fingers gripping the phone just a little more as if to make sure it was actually there and that the text you were seeing— was real.

you guys barely spoke. probably because he wasn’t the most approachable, a permanent glare always held on his face. and the times you had spoken, the words exchanged were always short and in some a lot of instances, you were told off. it was expected with bakugou.

but this— this text was not expected.

happy birthday and all that.

it had been the first birthday text you got.

your finger slid over the bubble before tapping and sending a thank you! (a message that despite how quick it was to type out, was not as quick when it came to trying to think of what to say back)

you put your phone facing down and stuffed your face in your hands. something unknown to you, that bakugou had done right after he sent you the very message you were squealing over.

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when he got the text back, his throat bobbed as he stared at the words. the last one in the bubble causing his ears to tint.

thank you katsuki!

bakugou katsuki told himself he could care less. he told himself it was just a fucking birthday. but it was your birthday. and it was that exact thing that kept him up so he could send the damn message.

and you called him katsuki. not bakugou. but katsuki.

yeah, bakugou katsuki could care less about it all.

[zevrra]

i know you're on a prof!jayce kick rn so i raise you prof!jayce punishing you for getting a bad grade on a test :3

AAAAAA UGHHHHHSKSHJDHJHSHJDHHUAA,,

so uh yeah,,,i had fun writing this ,,,

[prof!jayce x fem!reader / nsfw / mdni]

professor talis definitely had a few ways of punishing you for failing in his class. he had agreed upon being friends with benefits with only one real rule(other than don’t get caught); which was no failing.

it didn’t happen very often but when it did…well jayce was a little harsher than usual. the first time you failed an assignment, he kept you late after class; bent you over his knee and told you to redo the entire assignment. where he could watch over your work. and for every wrong answer, he spanked you.

his big hands skimmed down the small of your back, over the round of your ass, and between the plump of your thighs. trailing his fingers along the curve of your cunt, where he started with slowly rubbing circles along your panties. he teased you as he watched over your work, forcing you into desperation with the more he slipped his fingers against you. he listened closely to your answers while his eyes would skim over the answer key as you went, the first wrong answer he tore his hand away from your cunt and full palmed spanked you.

the pain blossomed beautifully; like a burning fire licking across your skin. it ripped a low groan from within your chest, body trembling at the punishment. when you correct the answer, professor talis returns to rubbing his fingers against your core. but when you get the next question right? his thick fingers slide your underwear to the side where he then pushes a single digit inside of you. he’s slow to thrust his finger in and out, curling it every so often, giving you just the tiniest bit of relief from the pain. but with the next wrong answer, he’d stop his fingering all together, retract his hand, and give you a harsher smack across your ass than last time.

and he does this for as long as it takes you to completely ace all of the homework. and by the end of it, you’re ass is certainly a pretty red for him to admire. your cunt dripping and drooling onto the thick of his thigh. the sight must’ve drove him wild because jayce kisses you then before fucking you rough against his desk; forcing you to promise not to fail again.

the second time you fail an assignment, jayce is the quiet kind of upset. where he probably considered calling off any further “engagements” between you two. yet instead, he keeps you late again after class. when the sky is dark and it’s just the two of you inside the campus; he slowly undoes the knot in his tie before slipping off the fabric altogether. turning it around and using it to tie your wrists together. he rolls the sleeves of his dress shirt up onto his forearms as he stands between your parted thighs, contemplating on what to do with you.

he retrieves a toy from within his desk, one you had put there in case of…emergencies. now instead of using it for some fun, it would be used as a punishment for yet another failed grade on your homework.

he refuses to touch you at all. only brushes the tip of the toy along your exposed skin. he begins with just teasing you. constantly circles around the edge of your underwear with the toy, touching everything except for what you truly wanted. but any begging that slips from your lips falls on deaf ears. he wasn’t listening or accepting a single word coming out of your mouth; not this time.

after some time of teasing you has passed, jayce finally removes your underwear and sets them off to the side. and you think maybe he’s going to give you some satisfaction, he had been teasing you for so long you needed something, anything. instead jayce slaps across your needy pussy. the pain tingles across your lower half, forces you to gasp and jerk against your restraints. you sob softly, expecting him to say something but he doesn’t; just stays quiet before returning to teasing you with the tip of the toy. and jayce uses the toy to edge you for what feels like hours. constantly smoothing the tip along your lower half, edging it slowly inside your aching cunt— just the tip— before drawing the toy back out. repeating the motion again and again until you’re practically dripping wet onto his desk. broken moans echo inside the room but jayce doesn’t want to hear it; the hand not holding the toy grabs your underwear he had slipped off of you early, using them now as a gag inside your own mouth.

big, beautiful hazel eyes stare directly into your own as he thrusts the toy fully inside of you. “this is punishment. you’re not to enjoy it.” jayce mutters softly, a sinister glint to his pretty eyes. he leaves you then, tied up, silenced, toy left deep within your aching pussy. he plans to go grab a “quick” coffee but leaves you in the open, hands tied up, with the order to not cum until he gets back.

and he leaves you alone for longer than he had teased you. an hour or maybe more goes by but it feels like an eternity to you and your drooling cunt. it was incredibly hard but you manage to keep your promise not to have an orgasm until he comes back, expecting a reward when he enters back into his lecture room with his cup of coffee. yet he still doesn’t allow you to cum upon his return. he instead removes the toy, tosses the throughly wet item inside the bag it came out of, planning to clean it at home, before he takes back his tie. slips off the fabric around your wrists and tosses his tie back into his bag as well before returning to stand between your thighs. and normally it would end with him bending you over his desk and fucking you into the wood but he doesn’t reward you like that tonight. failing this time leaves you high and dry and he makes that clear. “put your cute little panties back on and go home sweetheart. i will see you tomorrow.” he whispers as he takes out your gag, tossing your underwear into your lap.

and with that, he sends you home on the promise of; no more failing.

but the one time it failed for both of you— it was the first time you had flunked out on a quiz. professor talis was…not happy to say the least. he had this disappointing look to his eyes when he asked you to stay late to help him grade a few other tests from another class. and when the time came, he sits in his chair and places you into his lap, his belt undone and his underwear shoved down— with your panties yanked off to the side and his stiff cock buried deep inside of your cunt. a large hand grips your waist, forcing you to keep still.

a stack of seemingly endless tests is pushed off to the corner of his desk. the very first paper sits before you, barely touched as you sit with him throbbing deep inside of you. this was your punishment; to cockwarm him while staying completely still until you finished grading all of the tests. as if you could focus on anything other than just fucking him. you bite your bottom lip, gripping the pen he had given you for dear life as you attempt to mark wrong and right answers.

and after what feels like an eternity of him throbbing inside of you and you drooling down the entire length of his cock; you’ve managed to get maybe nine or ten papers graded. your thighs burn and your core aches. he sits so perfectly inside of you, shaping you, forming you into a little mold that would forever and always fit him. fuck if your entire body didn’t tremble with the raw feeling of just being full. with him so deep inside, concentrating on anything other than wanting jayce to move was incredibly hard.

but you didn’t have to want it for too long before jayce himself is breaking and bending his own rules.

his large hands slide up against the back of your thighs as he tucks your knees close into your chest. somehow, your body bends to his command— he stretches you out, reaches even deeper inside of you, stuffing his cock into every sensitive spot within you. he bites down into the crook of your neck, grunting against your skin. “can’t take it anymore.” he groans, gripping your skin hard enough to leave pretty bruises as his hips begin to move. he sways you with his momentum, using his grip on your thighs to jerk you upwards as his hips lift erratically to meet your body half way.

he fucks into you— unable to hold himself back anymore. it was almost nice to know you weren’t the only one who had been suffering the entire time but the thought didn’t help in the slightest at the moment. the sudden jerking of his hips had your mouth falling open with a silent scream. you were beyond sensitive right now, after being completely full and unmoving moments ago. could feel your pussy swell and you clench around him with a sob; jayce whines into your skin at how tight you squeeze around him. both of you succumbing to the mind numbing pleasure coursing through your veins.

it doesn’t take much stimulation before your orgasm is rushing up inside of you. your pussy clenches tighter around him, your entire body convulsing as you cum with him buried deep. you cry out his name, eyes fluttering with the threat of passing out from the sheer power of your sudden orgasm. somehow you stay awake though, luckily, just long enough to feel jayce reach his own orgasm. hips jerking as he fills you up completely. he cums deep inside, breeds you with a high whine of your own name rolling from his tongue. and he doesn’t stop until your pussy leaks and smears with his white cum, marking you as his.

when he finally stops moving, he unfolds you carefully, tenderly. rests your legs back down against his own, curls his arms around you and gently squeezes as he buries his nose into the crook of your neck. “you’re still in trouble.” jayce huffs in a quiet voice. as if he’s trying to convince you…and himself.

you didn’t want to fail or particularly liked it…but every once and awhile…it was very rewarding.

[stsgluver]

synopsis. gojo is a very light sleeper.

wc. 550

gojo thinks he’s lucky if he sleeps more than four hours a night. between missions, teaching, and the torment of being enough for everyone but the people who really needed him (geto, haibara...), there is never a chance for him to be at peace.

you haven't moved for the better part of twenty minutes now. for quite possibly the first time in your relationship, you were awake before him. you attributed it to the toll the most recent mission had taken on his body - he'd been gone four days overseas and, from the sporadic messages you received at all times of the day and night, you were almost positive he barely squeezed in a ten-minute nap.

your bodies were perfectly intertwined - his arms were tightly around your middle as yours were around his shoulders, and your legs overlapped one another's as you were desperate to be close. it didn't matter the season, nor the temperature, gojo would rather sacrifice the duvet than be any more than a hair's width away from you.

his face was pressed against your chest and you could feel each little snore he let out (the moment was so rare you found the action to be endearing more so than anything and decided you wouldn't tease him for it later). his silvery white hair was sprawled out messily and there was a small bump at the back from where his blindfold had constantly been pushing the hair up. your fingers dared to brush against the top of his neck, grazing the undercut that he complained he needed to get cut.

"look," gojo whined, pointing to the back of his head, "it's too long." it was barely an inch in length and you had bitten your tongue not to make a less-than-appropriate joke. he found it uncomfortable to wear the blindfold with longer hair and glasses weren't really an option in case they fell off during a fight or got broken. another perk of dating the world's strongest sorcerer is that more often than not he enlisted your help in trimming his undercut (y'know given his infinity and mild paranoia that he'd never admit to).

however, you were unable to get a chance before this mission in particular so now you had the chance to curl your fingers between each of the short, soft tufts. you only halted your movements when you felt him shift against you, trying to bury his face impossibly further into your chest.

after constantly having to be alert for so many years, gojo was a very light sleeper.

"don't stop," he mumbled, his voice raspy and muffled. his fingers tightened their clutch around the back of your (his) shirt and you didn't know you could love anyone as much as you do him.

you felt a pang of guilt and wished you'd resisted touching your boyfriend a little more. "sorry toru."

"don't 'pologise," gojo shook his head slightly, words slurred and riddled with sleep.

surprisingly, he drifted off again. it only took several more minutes of playing with his hair to hear those little snores again.

gojo never gets more than four hours of sleep at night but that was before you. now he's with you and maybe, just maybe, his nightmarish past that tormented him can be subdued by dreams of a future with you.

[junicult]

note ; it’s freezing in my apartment and i need a furnace. preferably 6’+ with brown hair and a mustache but i’m not picky.

it gets cold in your grandpa’s old, worn-down cabin during the wintertime. despite robin’s proposition to insulate it better, the icy breeze during a harsh snowstorm still manages to seep between the cracks.

harvey doesn’t mind, though. yeah, every time he pulls off the comforter he feels his bones rattling. yeah, he has to wear his thickest sweater and pajama pants under the several layers of blankets. yeah, his skin feels a quite dry when he scrunches his nose in the morning.

but it’s all worth it because he gets to fall asleep with you clinging onto him.

you, who cannot stand being touched when you’re asleep. you’ll indulge him in cuddling for the first few minutes in bed, until you decide you’re tired enough to then push him away and burrow off to your side of the mattress for the rest of the night.

harvey’s simply a furnace under the covers. it feels like there’s heat radiating off of him at all times—and you can’t bare to feel hot in order to fall asleep.

however during this time of year, you need to feel at least some warmth to sleep restfully. especially after spending all day feet deep in snow.

no matter the layers you’ve got on, you’re curling up right against him underneath the comforter, burying yourself into the crook of his neck.

“hold me…tighter!” you clatter your teeth in his ear, sliding your icy fingers beneath his sweater for an added layer.

and he loves all of it. your muffled threats of crawling under his clothes only give him sanction. he squeezes you tight, he has always fallen asleep better when he gets to hold something, preferably you.

you squish into the slot under his arm, the subte mist of your soap filling his senses. your cold hands rest on his warm torso. he stays impossibly still to prevent you from changing your mind until he hears those light, breathy snores, then he can drift off with a giddy smile knowing you fell asleep in his arms.

[etoiile]

in which you're sure that your boyfriend was a cat in his past life.

"huh? a cat?" nagi's drowsy voice questions. "'m not a cat. 'm a human."

"no, no." you replied. "in your past life. you were a cat in your past life, not now."

"d'know what you're talking 'bout." nagi yawned and stretched before snuggling into your waist further. "'m me 'nd that's that."

you gently massaged his scalp and he let out a low, relaxed rumble sort of sound.

"see?" you pointed out. "this is catlike behavior!"

nagi grumbled. "what are you talking about? 'm so confused."

"well," you started, "you're lazy, like a cat. and clingy, like a cat. and you practically purr when i scratch your head, like a cat."

"you cant tell me that that isn't highly catlike." you argued playfully.

nagi shifted around in your lap to be more comfortable. "a cat, huh?" he pondered aloud. "well," he gave you a boyish grin that made your knees a little weak. "if i was a cat in my past life, and a human in this one, then no matter what i am next, i hope i can spend the next 7 with you."

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[good-beanswrites]

what if es snapped? they should be allowed to be a little insane towards the audience and/or the prisoners.

(im thinking like: either obsessively checking to see if the prisoners are dead to an unhealthy extent, ignoring what the prisoners say (thinking of them like voices), and/or just randomly passing out and denying it) (OR: do whatever !! :D)

Ah yes, our perfectly healthy and normal warden! Aasfsd this was so interesting to write, there’s so much going on for them this trial… I really loved all these ideas (I’m a little insane over them mistaking the prisoners for the voices omg 👀) but I went with the good ole panic attack and passing out 😎👍

“Warden-san, are you, um! Are you feeling alright?”

“I’m fine.”

“R-really? You look a little pale, like –”

“I’m fine, Haruka!” They snapped at the empty room.

Es really was fine. Grief manifests differently in different people, after all. Some people cry, some people get angry, and some people have little lapses in memory like this if they don’t get enough sleep the night before. Hallucinations probably happened to everyone. Es tugged at their shirt collar, trying to get a breath of coolness after the incident. They were fine.

Muu’s absence from her cell irked them in its inconvenience, but mostly just confused them. The majority of Milgram’s occupants preferred to stick to their own privacy these days, themselves included. They left the room, thinking how ironic it was that Muu would leave her hiding spot the exact moment they wanted to ask her about the prisoners’ deaths.

They peered in the neighboring room to ask Fuuta if he knew her whereabouts, and maybe some of their original questions about the incidents. Conversations between them remained as tense as with the others, but at least he’d give them the straightest answer of the group. 

They froze, met with only dark space through the bars. Then they let out a short sigh. Yet another lapse in memory – of course he was with Amane.

Back past Muu’s cell, their quickened steps took them around the panopticon. As hard as they tried to keep their eyes fixed ahead, they couldn’t help but glance into the stillness of cell number five. Cell six was just as desolate. Their pulse raced when the next room’s occupant was missing as well. They pulled at their uniform again – they’d have to confront Jackalope about turning up the temperature in here.

The clicking of their boots grew louder as they rushed the next few paces to Amane’s cell. Es’ breath caught in their throat – it was empty.

“Amane? Fuuta? Muu?”

They tried to remember the original trip out of their room. Had they seen any of the prisoners? Their head spun. It was mere minutes ago, but they were having trouble remembering. 

Why did they come here in the first place? They had a question. A question about death. Images of swinging fists and desperate tears rose up in their mind. They saw crazed eyes and bloodied hands. Were those others’ hands, or their own? Their voice raised.

“Is anybody there? You answer your Warden when they speak to you!”

Es grabbed onto the next set of bars with a rattle. Then the next, then looping around the panopticon entrance to the first few cells. Nobody.

Lightheadedness washed over them. Everyone was gone. Were they also…?

“Answer me!”

They lost all pretenses of their authority, taking off at full speed and throwing open the creaking doors at each stop. They started calling names as loud as they could muster through a squeezing throat. 

Every single prisoner under their care had disappeared. This was their fault. Tears prickled their eyes. They didn’t mean for any of this to happen.

The echoing concrete bounced their desperate cries back at them. It hardly sounded like their own voice. What did they sound like, again? There were always too many voices…

Heat pressed in on their ears, muffling all sound around them. It crawled to their throat, making it impossible to breathe. Their hand clutched at their chest. The floor teetered under them.

Whatever had happened to the others, it was happening to them, too.

They tried to make it to the next cell – they’d lost count of whose they were approaching – but their legs gave out before they could. Their cape knotted around their arms as they tried to catch themselves from sprawling on the ground. Darkness swam at the edge of their vision. A pounding around them sounded like footsteps or their own heartbeat or something breaking. They wheezed in air.

Their lips mouthed, help, but no sound came out.

Then the world disappeared around them.

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“What happened?” Muu poked her head around the tight gathering. Everyone had run ahead at the commotion, but her new uniform meant she always arrived last. “Are they okay?”

“They will be.”

Slipping into the group, she found Kazui carefully gathering up the heap of cape of limbs that was their Warden.

“They’re burning up,” he muttered. “I’m going to bring them to their room, they need some rest.”

“I heard them calling for Muu.” They were calling out for the others, too, but everyone’s expressions told that they didn’t need her reminder.

“A fever and an outburst like that… I think all the stress is catching up to them.” Kazui unfastened their cape, placing it aside as he hoisted Es up. Their hat tumbled back to the ground, rolling to Muu’s feet.

She stooped to grab it. She picked up the cape through her sleeves as well. “Why didn’t they just come talk to us?”

“I’m not sure. We eat at the same time every day, and that breakfast bell is difficult to miss.”

Mikoto frowned. “They’ve been pulling some all-nighters in their room. They must have lost track of the time. I’ve been there myself – it’s crazy the things you can miss when you’re like that…”

The room fell into silence, everyone guiltily watching Es' frail frame shrink into Kazui’s arms. Muu spent so much time fearing them this trial – between their fury upon hearing about the deaths, and the intimidating silence they fell into once the news sank in – she sometimes forgot just how small they really were. 

She didn’t know why she followed Kazui to Es’ quarters, or lingered so long after dropping off their cape and hat. Her uniform prevented her from helping as he laid them on the bed, but she still watched as he settled them onto the perfectly made sheets. She wondered the last time they’d actually slept there.

Kazui checked their temperature again, giving Muu the opportunity to stare a moment too long at their sleeping face – pale and clammy, devoid of all strength but little bursts, which appeared just long enough to spasm in pain, altogether exactly as Rei had looked – before she turned away with a jerk.

“They’ll be okay,” she pretended to reassure Kazui. “They will be…”

[coffin-contemplator]

#3

Hoffman finds him slumped on the table, resting against the wooden surface, unconscious. There's a merely second-lasting urge to approach and poke the latter's head but he promptly pushes it down. Alone with his own thoughts, he can't help but admit to himself that, the sight is just as worrying as it is pitiful.

Detective comes near, his eyes sweeping across the piles of documents, photos, empty coffee cups and a nearly full ashtray. He acts on an impulse, too quickly to feel any sort of hesitation.

Hoffman gathers all the paper sheets and prints of photographs, one by one, arranging them in two neat stacks by the edge of the table. Next go the cups, which he makes sure to throw directly into a garbage bag; to be taken out come the morning. The last thing to sort out is the ashtray, which he grimaces upon seeing.

It would seem that, every time the detective thinks Strahm quit, the tarry substance makes the reappearance. Then again, it's not exactly like he can judge.

The old, visibly used blanket that is usually visible hanging over the back of the couch finds its way into Hoffman's hand. He drapes it over the agent, then bestows him with one more glance before leaving.

The lights flicker off.

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[shadowlychee]

my personal heater ★ ( a shadowlychee ficlet )

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Shadow Milk always had cold hands— or rather, his entire body! That much was obvious.

So when he fell in love with the warmest dragon on Earthbread, he obtained his own personal heater; one could say.

Everywhere on their body, from head to toe was covered in a comforting warmth. Everywhere except for their claws, but.. he was okay with that.

Especially now, as the beams of the sunlight shined into their shared bedroom; he was quite warm with them around.

Their arms were tangled around one-another’s body, the two huddling for warmth under their covers as the violet dragon’s claws dug deep into the back of their lover.

They always did this when they cuddled, but they always made sure it was gentle.. even when asleep, somehow. As if it was a subconscious thing.

His eyes fluttered open, staring in awe at the sight for a moment before a soft smile began to creep up his lips.

He enjoyed the small moments like this, waking up in the morning as the sun slowly rose up and above the hills of Earthbread.

Luckily, he had nothing planned today. So he opted for staying in bed with them, his head settling in the crook of their neck as he slowly drifted off back to sleep.

Life was better this way.

[pqrfi]

dess in the depths drabble/hc

There was a tree between the east room of the Depths and the west room.

Directions were futile, seeing as the darkness stretched on and on and on, but Dess liked to categorize it. She left her bat in what she called the west and a hair tie in her version of the east. Sometimes she had to walk a certain trail in order to get between them, and if she took a certain path, heel to toe, she found the tree.

Gaster liked to sit under the tree. Dess was confident that he had some sort of experiment going with it-- hell, maybe he was the one who created the singular tree in the void of nothingness. It didn’t really matter; she liked her tree.

She took naps beneath it sometimes, stretching on for what could have been decades. It wasn’t comfortable, not in the slightest, but it was better than the feeling that sinking into the unperceivable ground came with. Her hooves no longer stood atop it and, if she tried hard enough, she could pull it up like a blanket the same way Gaster did. The cloak he gave her-- like a mage out of the games Azzy used to play-- was no different than the ground, simply another part of the endless void encircling her.

Dess remembered the first time she saw the tree. She’d been walking, as she always did, when she turned just enough invisible corners to find it. She still wasn’t sure the exact recipe of steps and backtracking-- if there even was one-- but she liked to think she’d grown a sixth sense when it came to finding her tree.

It was the most excited she’d felt in a long time. Gaster had been beneath it, his broken skull looking down at her in the only way he could, but she paid him no mind. She could almost imagine Noelle behind her as she giggled, shedding the cloak and sprinting fast enough to launch herself into the tree. She could still swear she remembered Gaster ducking out of the corner of her eye, as if she was going to fall and hurt him despite his noncorporeal state; it was an item on her relatively short list of times Gaster appeared to genuinely have a soul.

Unlike everything else in the Depths, the pink tree was real. It had bark that she could pick off, drifting onto the ground that gave them physicality, and leaves that crumpled when she squeezed them. If she leaned close enough, she could nearly see the vibrant colors, dimmed by the indomitable darkness. 

It was probably months before she left the tree, picking up her cloak and resting it on her shoulders like a chilly hug yet again. 

The tree became a waypoint. No matter how much she wandered, she always found herself back there. She’d sit under it, she’d lay across a branch that probably should have collapsed under her weight, and she’d even indulge in Gaster’s tests of physics and test the tree’s corporeality.

One day, however, Dess learned a secret.

If she climbed to the highest branch that she could, cloak snagging on every leaf and her old converse threatening to slip off, she heard things.

It was so quiet she’d thought she finally went crazy. Dess leaned her ear toward the nonexistent sky and cupped a hand around it, as if it would allow the sound waves to be any louder. It wasn’t like Mike’s telltale scratching, no, that was from within the Depths. This began as a thrum that she eventually equated to a car engine, and with that knowledge, she knew that she could hear echoes of Home.

She stood there, ankles straining and arm tiring, doing nothing but listening. It was so quiet that she might not have heard it at all, but her ears were so adjusted to pure silence that she knew how to catch it. 

Sometimes, there were shouts, startling her out of her skin. It took a long time to be able to comprehend words.

The first word she ever heard made her climb down the tree and run into the darkness, hoping for the thousandth time that it would swallow her whole.  

“Kris!”

The only noises Dess ever heard was the dial tone of a phone, Gaster’s warbling voice, and the incessant voice of Mike-- now that he’d finally learned that she no longer feared his scratching. She hadn’t heard so much as an engine rumbling since before she broke open the door to the bunker, let alone the voice of her best friend.

Asriel had shouted Kris’ name without an air of humor, and Dess had absolutely no idea what fight they were in this time. He sounded older, no longer a young teenager with shoes too small for him. 

Dess hadn’t heard noises of home in so, so long, and the last thing she’d expected to hear was Azzy. On one hand, it relieved her, knowing that he was okay. 

It also threatened to pull her soul out of her chest and shatter it into pieces.

After that, it became easier to hear voices. She never did hear Asriel again, but his mom filled the gap. She heard Noelle laughing and couldn’t come down from the tree for days, yearning to hear it again. Her mom’s clipped tone had never been so comforting before. Kris never resounded, but they were too quiet for that, no matter how much older they’d gotten. Dess could only hear those who dared to be loud.

When the Experiment began, it was as if the Depths exploded with noise. Really, it was only audible from her tree, but she didn’t have to strain to hear it in the usual silence. She heard the Dark Prince and Kris-- all grown up!-- and all of the objects that had been given life. 

She heard Noelle, snickering and crying for help and standing up to the computer in a way she never knew how to before. 

With a knife hooked on her jeans, ready to be thrust into the Earth again, Dess sat perched in her tree like a bird on the lookout. She heard every moment of the adventure in the Dark World, and she smiled as Noelle described the city that she’d always dreamed of taking her to. She didn’t really know if it would work, seeing as all she did was stab the Earth and disappear back to the Depths.

It worked. Noelle got to go to the city.

Dess dangled her legs from the tree and smiled down at Gaster, giving him a thumbs up that he wouldn’t respond to. It had been more than five years, as she learned from bits and pieces of sentences that she overheard, and Noelle was getting everything she deserved back then. It was all worth it.

[enjoy-the-show]

White rose, blood rose

-- Xcest • Double Life mechanics • 300 Words --

(!) Content Warning: Blood and vaguely described Death

The first thing he noticed was their eyes.

Well, how could you not?

Red, red like a rose blooming when it's spring, the prettiest flower he'd ever saw, they looked at him harshly, but that roughness only made their beauty stand out even more.

Next was their hair.

Wavy, almost white hair, only the faintest lilac could be seen.

Their short hair covered their pierced ears slightly (he could see their tips were pointy), strands of hair resting just above his eyebrows and forming a side fringe, and pretty, long eyelashes, all white and beautiful.

And at last, their lips, a vertical cut scarring pink flesh; slightly parting and distorted downwards- oh.

They were mad at him.

If they weren't so pretty, Xisuma would have realized this sooner and would have dodged the open handed slap in the face, but oh well.

***

Ex's eyes were shut and their body was limp against the snow covered land. Crimson liquid stained their clothes and the snow around them. Xisuma was slowly, painfully dragging his body closer to them, reaching out to touch their cold frostbitten skin.

His body felt the cold, felt the harm done by the players to Ex within his own body, he knew there wasn't much time left untill they run out of hearts, a tossup between blood loss, freezing, or another player finding them.

He moved back the hair covering Ex's face and caressed it. Their red eyes opened, and he feels like crying. Ex's hair had blood on it, their face and hands were soaked in it, their torn clothes damped as well.

"Don't die- I love you" he pleaded.

A white rose that drips blood, their petals wilting, their beauty fading, swallowed by all the red.

"Xisuma..."

[It was always going to end like this, love.]

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[Started: 25/05/24. Finished: 26/05/24]

[dafry-shenanigans]

I originally made this drabble for fun and from pure impulse-

It's not much or that good or interesting probably but i liked the idea so i have decided i shall share it

Enjoy! :D

Simon walked up towards the nervous little girl and crouch down to be on her eye level.

"Hey there kiddo, I'm Simon. What's your name?" Simon said softly with a kind and patient smile.

Flora didn't know why, but she felt like she could trust simon at that moment and she didn't feel nervous anymore. "Flora."

Simon smiled. "Flora, that's a wonderful name! Do you wanna go somewhere Flora? It can't be that fun being cooped up in this place all day."

"Really? But professor..." Flora looked away conflicted.

"Don't worry about it! I'll talk to him later, besides I'll look after you! but for now, is there any place you want to go visit?" Simon place a comforting hand on Flora's shoulder.

"Really? I can go anywhere i want?" Flora said wishfully.

"Whatever your heart desire pumpkin!" Simon offered.

Flora beamed at Simon. Simon smile grew wider and yet there was a tinge of something else (sadness?), but as sudden as it appeared it disappears.

For the rest of that day Flora and Simon visited many places, mostly by walking and just doing a lot of sight seeing (because simon doesn't really have any money), but the pair had fun anyway.

Flora was estatic to be able to go out for once! She got to explore and enjoy it even more so with Simon's company.

Simon have given Flora his full undivided attention, they both had a really long meaningful and fun conversation, learning more about each other and almost instantly they form a bond.

Simon may have just met Flora, but he was willing to do anything for the little girl.

Speaking of doing that, seems like Simon will also be having a long serious conversation with that so called professor once he sees the man again.

But for now, Simon and Flora enjoyed the time they spent outside together.

Flora eyes shined with child like wonder and she smiled brighter the longer they went on. Simon feels just a little lighter knowing he made her day a little better.

[drc00l4tt4]

Yall pls send webslinger x reader ideas into my inbox fuckin plss I'll write whateva you want fr ill spoil yall

[loveylo]

rottmnt!Mikey vs the need to sleep (a silly drabble)

hey gang i am unable to sleep so i decided to let the writers aura take over me, this is probably gonna be bad LMAOO

TCEST DNI THIS IS FAMILIAL LOVE/AFFECTION!!! I HAVE A BAT!!!

no TWs from what i know of? mostly just about Mikey and her inability to sleep. small mentions of nightmares, but it's all mostly fluff!

Headcanons/Tags for this oneshot:

He/She Raphael

They/It Donnie

She/Her Mikey

He/Him Leo

all of them are audhd sorry i don't make the rules !!!

this is after the movie btw!!!! not gonna go too much into it tho :3

FLUFF AND COMFORT!!!!!!!! ANGST IS NOT MY STRONG SUIT!!!!!

For the past three hours, Michelangelo Hamato has been unable to lay down and rest. Now you see, in the Hamato household, this wouldn't be a big issue! Mikey could just wander over to Raphael's train cart and cuddle under her blanket-like arms, no biggie. Except, it WAS a biggie.

Mikey, as tired and desperate for sleep as she is, is also restless. So restless in fact, that NOTHING satiates her need to do something. She tried painting, playing video games (calm ones! for your information, donnie!), watching cat videos, and even just meditating! MEDITATING! These truly were desperate times.

The only solution? Scream into a pillow.

"Uhhh... Mikester?" Leo's voice cuts through the screaming sesion.

Mikey bolts up, wide eyes staring straight at Leo, "Y-Yeah? Wussup Leo?"

"You uh," Leo gestures to the pillow, "You good there?" And what the hell was Mikey supposed to say to that?

'Nothing! LOLZ!' or maybe 'Ya'know how it be! Just a silly nightmare!' OR MAYBE 'It feels like my entire body is writhing to do something but nothing is the something my brain desires'

But all that comes out is a meek, "Not really..."

Leo's eyes soften at the confession. Letting out an affectionate sigh, he crosses the barrier into the orange one's train car, and holds out a hand.

"Turtle pile? Just you an' me, or all of us?" it's a quiet question.

"Yes please, all of us." and a quiet answer.

A pile of green limbs and multicolored blankets sit in front of the TV. Donnie is already snoring away, tired from their days work. Raph is curled up around his three younger siblings, a wall to the outside world. Mikey and Leo were the only ones with their eyes still open, watching the end credits scroll past the screen.

Leo was clearly on the verge of passing out, yet Mikey still sat restless.

"You can rest y'know," She whispered. Her head sat upon Leo's left shoulder, content.

"Nahhh," Leo starts before devolving into a yawn. He continues anyways, "I am just DYING to know who made all those special effects!

"The special effects cast were shown on screen like... 10 seconds ago Lee..."

"Hmm, I dunno what you're talkin' about Mikester! Last I saw, the camera crew were being shown."

"That's because that was the last time you had your eyes OPEN, dude."

Leo rolls his eyes, "Besides," he changes the subject. "I wanna keep you company, big guy. Don't want ya' to be lonely!"

Mikey smiles softly. Huffing a laugh, she leans more of her weight into Leo. "I don't think I'll be lonely, I have you guys with me."

Leo hums and closes his eyes. There's no need to answer with words. He reaches an arm over, and pulls his sister closer. It's warm.

"Ya' sure you'll be okay if I sleep?"

"I'll be okay."

And he knows she means it.

[amarantoestrella]

I understand why people want to follow someone with a masterlist, but whenever I try to make one it seems pointless lol