#this is a joke i wouldn't wish this type of week on anyone

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

hhghgnfnhng anguish i have horrid fiendish TASKS to do instead of thinking about Foul Legacy all the time. inflicts thoughts of Legacy being immortal and decorating your crumbling grave with flowers, day after day, year after year, even long after it fully disappears into the landscape.

[nightpoemz]

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journey mercies

breaking up with mark (angst)

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an: tehe :P

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"let's end this with wishes that are lifelong." you said, finally looking at him.

tears were welling up in his eyes, clearly on the verge of breaking down. now that you looked at him, you couldn't look away.

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this is not how you wanted your day to end, but you knew deep down that it was inevitable. your stay in korea was about to end and with the type of career mark was pursuing, there was no realistic outcome where the both of you could be together.

you didn't know when you'd be back and the possibility of staying in contact through texts and calls was slim. especially considering how busy he had been and how you'd felt lonelier day by day.

slowly, you started feeling like a ghost in your own relationship, present but fading.

you knew it wasn't his fault, nor did you want to hold him back from his dreams. you couldn't help but wonder how your life with him would've turned out if he had chosen a different career. then again, would mark really be mark if he wasn't this creative, hard-working musician that you fell in love with?

and regardless of his career, you were also moving away to pursue your own dreams and achieve your goals.

the last couple of talks you had with him led nowhere, only stretching out what you both knew was coming.

maybe a fresh start really was the best way to solve this issue.

still, you wondered if mark felt the same.

eventually, you got tired of overthinking and guessing, so you finally called him.

"hey love, could you maybe come over after work?"

"i'm sorry, i'm really busy-"

"mark, it's really important… please." the shift in your voice was noticeable to anyone. or maybe it was the tears you had been holding back, slowly burning your throat.

"o-ok… uhm, i'll try to hurry."

"thank you."

"i love you." those words stung more than usual.

"i love you too." you hung up the phone.

and now, it was time to wait.

you had been thinking about how to approach him for days, but you never found the right time.

how was he going to react? would he stay calm, or would you both end up crying?

you remembered the first night he held your hand under the streetlight outside your apartment. how his fingers trembled, how neither of you said anything, but everything felt right. you wondered if he still thought about it or if those small, quiet memories had been lost in the noise of everything else.

as you waited, you looked around the room, remembering all the memories carved into the walls, the laughter that used to bounce between them.

how could something so full feel so empty now?

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after hours of just staring at the wall and contemplating, your doorbell finally rang.

you got off the couch and opened the door. mark had 'tired' written all over him.

"hey babe," he greeted you with the bit of energy he had left.

you kissed him and invited him inside.

mark let his body fall onto the couch, sighing in exhaustion.

"i could fall asleep right now," he joked.

"i wish you wouldn't," you said and sat down next to him.

he grabbed you by the waist and pulled you down with him.

"let me at least cuddle my girl for a bit."

you felt dread loom over you.

you were slowly doubting your decision to break up, but deep down you knew you had to tell him before it was too late.

"what's going on? you've been odd ever since you called me earlier." of course, he knew something was up- how could he not?

"we need to talk."

mark's body tensed up.

he could feel what was coming, but he wasn't ready.

he had been in denial since your phone call. maybe even earlier- maybe when you had brought up moving away a couple of weeks ago. but he had convinced himself that if he just worked harder, finished the album faster, maybe just maybe you'd still be there.

you both sat up in silence.

you couldn't look at him. you refused to see what face he was making. if you saw it, it would be too real.

your heart started beating faster, like it was going to fall out of your chest.

"i think we should break up," your words cut through the silence.

"yn, what are you talking about?" mark started panicking. he really wasn't ready.

his hands were shaking.

"let's end this with wishes that are lifelong."

"no- wait. we can fix this. just give me some time until the album is out."

"and what will you do the next time you have to prepare for an album?"

mark had nothing to say.

you could see the gears turning in his mind, trying to come up with a solution that didn't exist.

"we already struggle to spend time together the way it is now. but with me moving away and living in a different time zone, how are we supposed to fix this?"

tears were streaming down your face.

you were frustrated- frustrated at him, at yourself, at the 'destiny' mark always talked about.

destiny was supposed to bring you together to grow old together, but instead, it put you together just to rip you apart.

was this just a lesson you were supposed to learn from?

"i don't want to miss you more than i already did the past months."

mark finally realized how neglected you felt.

"i'm not saying this to hold you back. i want you to flourish and find all the success in the world. but now… i need to choose me."

your voice cracked, but your words held.

mark pulled you into a tight embrace.

"i'm sorry i wasn't able to be there for you more. i'm sorry for being naive and thinking everything could go back to normal when i finish my album. i'm sorry for making you feel like a burden. i really, really love you. even if i haven't been able to show it, you are my everything."

you both cried.

how could the world have been so cruel?

mark kissed your forehead softly before slowly letting you go.

he put his hands on your shoulders.

"look at me," mark whispered.

you slowly lifted your head.

"thank you for loving me."

you nodded, unable to speak.

"but it's ok now. even if i let go of this love, i will always wish for you to find the love you deserve."

you could hear your heart break into little fragments that you could never retrieve.

"i love you, yn." he gave you a little squeeze and smiled with tears in his eyes.

mark was mesmerizing. even in pain, he was beautiful.

this was the boy you fell in love with. and no matter what, your heart would always hold a little space for him.

"i love you too, mark." you returned the smile as best as you could before breaking down again.

this was it.

the last page of your shared journey.

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[nekohime19]

Mini Mac #7 : When you're emotionally allergic brother have a crush

Let's go for some brotherhood shenanigans! I like writing in Azure pov, it's fun to see them struggling to understand SWK!

“Brothers, what would you do if you wanted to court someone?”

Azure spat his wine and coughed, strangled by his own drink. He saw, from the corner of his eyes, the rest of the brotherhood have similar reactions. Bull King was leaning on the table, folded on himself, his coughs shaking the table itself. Peng threw his glass at the Monkey King, persuaded he was some sort of evil spirit stealing his skin (of course Sun Wukong evaded it easily). Yellow-Tusk dropped his glass on his lap, mouth hanging in shock.

“You're alright, brother?” Asked Azure once he regained a semblance of calm.

“Yeah, why are you asking?” Chuckled the great sage as he stuffed his face with fruits, mainly peaches.

“Because you just asked for advice on courting!?” Answered Peng, indignation strong in his tone.

“What's weird about that?” Questioned the sage with a raised eyebrow.

“Everything!” Shouted the demonic bird.

“Brother, you're interested in someone?” Asked Yellow-Tusk, and this was what they were all curious about. Sun Wukong, the most emotional allergic monkey in the world, the one obsessed with peaches and warfare, the one who never bothered with common demonic traditions before, was interested in someone? It sounded unreal, Azure couldn't even fathom how his brother would be when in love. In all honesty, he thought his brother was the kind who couldn't feel this sort of thing, the kind to not have any sexual or romantic desire in their life.

“Why are you all so shocked? I talk about him all the time! Maybe your old ages are catching up with you, brothers.” Azure ignored the comment about his age (and how it was quite hypocritical of the centuries-old monkey to make jokes about one age) and focused on what was truly important : Sun Wukong had talked about the person he was interested in and said person was a him.

“You did mention someone while drunk, is this it ?” Asked Yellow-Tusk with furrowed eyes. Now that he thought of it, Azure remembered his brother gushing about someone in his drunken hours, but he never took it seriously. Sun Wukong was the type to gush about anything, really. He gushed about a particular shiny rock last week.

“Yeah! Maybe, I don't really remember. But I'm sure I talked about him!” Laughed the great sage with a beaming smile.

“And so you wish to court this person? How long did you two even know each other?” Asked Bull King while serving himself another glass of wine.

“A few months.” Nonchalantly answered Sun Wukong.

“Isn't it soon for initiating courtship then?” Questioned the lion with an indulgent smile, he knew his brother wasn't used to the ways of courtship, so he probably didn't know demons waited for at least a year of acquaintance before initiating any romantic advances. “Are you even sure of your feelings?” In all honesty, if his brother was really serious about this affair, Azure would gladly encourage him. But courtship was no light matter, and the lion wouldn't want his brother to embarrass himself or this mystery person to be hurt if the sage's feelings changed in the middle of the courtship. The brotherhood knew their littlest brother well-enough by now, his interest was usually a fickle thing, never staying in one place, always wandering.

Sun Wukong put down the peaches he was eating, something he rarely did, and narrowed his eyes in thought.

“What do you mean by that?” Asked the golden-furred monkey as he tilted his head.

“What Azure Lion means is that courtship is no laughing matter, brother.” Explained the Bull King. “We never saw you being interested in anyone before, so it is surprising news. You have to make sure you are indeed in love before initiating any sort of courtship.”

“Well then how do I make sure I'm in love?” Questioned the great sage, Azure winced at this question. Love was a rather difficult topic for war-driven beasts like them, he threw a glance at Yellow-Tusk (the most emotionally sensitive of them) and hoped he would have some kind of answer to offer.

“Love can be different depending on the person, it comes in all kinds of forms. You have to question yourself. Do you feel excited around him? Do you wish to see him often? What kind of thoughts do you have about him? Are you attracted to him? You have to sort out your feelings.” Answered Yellow-Tusk, as always the wisest among them.

“Just ask yourself if you like him like any shiny pebbles you always brag about or if you want to fuck him.” Added Peng while he took a new glass of wine.

“Does it really have to be sexual?” Sighed the sage with narrowed eyes, unbothered by the bird's rather crude words.

“Like I said, love can come in many different forms, it doesn't have to be sexual, but it is good to ask yourself if it is.” Replied the elephant.

“Okay, I get it. I mean I don't even know if we could have any intercourse, it wouldn't even fit.” Chuckled the great sage, Azure Lion raised an eyebrow at that, he knew his brother was shameless but this was rather crude compared to his usual humor.

“What, you think you're too big or something?” Snorted Peng, obviously mocking the golden-furred monkey for his outrageous confidence.

“Obviously I am.” Huffed Sun Wukong with the utmost seriousness, Peng choked on his glass and barked a laugh. “Do you even see me, Peng? I'm obviously too big for this.”

“I would prefer if we do not see how big you are, brother.” Winced Azure, not wanting this fest to turn into some dick-measuring contest. “How about you just make sure you're in love?”

“Yeah, I'll do that.” Shrugged the golden-furred monkey as he sat up and stretched. “In fact I'm gonna head back and see if he's still awake, maybe he'll want to see the moon again tonight.”

“Alright, stay safe, brother.” Called Azure as he watched the sage jump on his cloud.

“Who knew the Monkey King could be interested in courtship.” Huffed Peng once Sun Wukong disappeared from view.

“Truly surprising news.” Agreed the Bull King.

“I hope the person he's interested in will share his feelings.” Sighed the lion.

“Don't be such a worrywart, Azure. Even if he's a fool , I can admit this guy didn't gain his title of Handsome Monkey King for nothing, the man he's pining for will be at least intrigued by his good looks.” Replied the demonic bird as he rolled his eyes.

“That is true, in fact weren't you the one who was a bit infatuated with the simian when you first met?” Lightly teased the Bull King with a knowing smirk.

“We promised to never talk about this.” Groaned the lion. “I was young and easily swayed.”

“Fooled by appearances.” Snorted the bird. “I'm more intrigued about what this madman would do for courtship, and if it ends well, what kind of person could even love this chaotic mess.”

“It'll certainly be interesting to see.” Chuckled Yellow-Tusk.

+ memes

++ cut scenes

SWK *at one brotherhood fest* : and I found this gray rock who reflected the light in such a way it made it look as if a rainbow was dancing on its surface! 🤩

Azure *with a tired smile* : That is impressive, brother. 😀

Bull King *at Yellow-Tusk* : how many rocks did he mention in the last hour? I lost count around five. 😑

Yellow-Tusk *at Bull King* : 45. 😐

Peng *after noticing there wasn't any wine left* : Just kill me already. 😩

Young Azure *looking at SWK playing with his monkeys* : He's such a benevolent King, truly responsible, and very handsome too. 🥰

Now Azure *looking at SWK throws up after drinking three sort of alcohol at the same time* : we will never talk about my crush on him ever again. 😩😐

SWK *after considering Peng suggestion of inrercourse a bit more* : But I think that if I used magic I could somehow make it work. I mean magic can do a lot of things, so I'm sure I could shrink myself to the size of a doll to do it. 🤔

DBK *baffled* : Why would anyone want to be the size of a doll during intercourse? 😳🤨

SWK : why wouldn't you be the size of a doll with someone like Macaque? You are weird if you keep your actual size during sexual endeavors. 🤨🙄

Peng : You're the weird one here, what the actual fuck? 😶😨

Azure : I don't even want to imagine what you would do with such a tiny size during sex. 😰

Yellow-Tusk : How about we change subjects? 😩😬

Azure : I didn't know you were gay, brother 🤔

SWK *thinking gay only means cheerful* : of course I'm gay, I'm always the life of the party! 😆

DBK : how is being the life of the party related to you being gay? 🤨

SWK : What are you saying? Of course you're gay if you're the life of the party, that's obvious. 😉

Yellow-Tusk : I wasn't aware of this rule... 😅

Peng : You're homosexuality aside- 🙄

SWK *Who has never felt like this for anyone beside Macaque and thus doesn't thinks himself as an homosexual* : I'm not homosexual. 😀

Azure :?? 🙃

DBK :?? 😐

Peng :??😩

Yellow-Tusk :??😑

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[midnights-wish]

you know, a little over two weeks have passed since i have made a fool of myself in front of the guy i was into (as well as five others), and since i've had some time to reflect. and these are the things i've come to understand since (this will be a (very needed) vent, and since i am not in the mood to put much effort in this, it will be a bit disorganized, so bear with me):

i wasn't the only one who acted foolish, he did too; just in a different way. he acted foolish by pressing me when i had shown signs as well as said once clearly that i didn't want to continue the topic, and so i ended up acting foolish in return. as in being pressed, i went on autopilot due to feeling overwhelmed as it really isn't easy to try and justify yourself in front of six people you barely know over something as little as speaking to a waiter in a slightly familiar/ jokingly way. plus i tend to overexplain when i'm nervous, so i did probably involuntarily invite some of that pressing behavior of his, so i do understand that i was at fault as well. but at the same time i feel that it was clear as day just how uncomfortable i was at being questioned over and over again over the course of a little over an hour, so i also feel like i was unfairly treated. i don't know. i'm trying to see this from a way that's fair for the both of us.

i've come under the impression that he was probably jealous. because to me speaking with the waiter for a moment and then touching his arm for just a second was just an everyday occurance (i am in the habit of just having small conversations with random people when i'm out and about, so i've just come to have a low boundary around strangers over time), while he immediately accused me of flirting with the waiter and didn't let it go for the following hour— even after i explained that i'm just overall touchy-feely, and to me a random touch on the arm is nothing, and that he can just let it go now as he's making a bigger deal out of this than it is (mind you, i don't know this guy for long and had only met him through friends shortly before; that was the first time we actually hung out together in a group). at least i think that's jealousy, as i wouldn't understand why he would press on that one little moment for little over an hour when i've made clear that that's just part of my baseline. especially since we barely know each other, i found his behavior to be exaggerated. but feel free to give input if you have another possibility to his behavior in mind.

he seemed to mask things by joking 'with me' at first about the situation and i did play along after understanding that he was not going to drop it as i did try to keep things lighthearted nonetheless, but over time he seemed to make more fun of me, rather than with me— just to name examples, he started referring to me as 'the italian' rather than with my name, & at some point he asked me what my type was, and after finding out he made some really tasteless 'jokes' that threw me off even more

either way, here's my conclusion: i don't mind a bit of jealousy (if that was what it was) here and there, but if we barely know each other and he already gets like that, then i don't know what it would turn out to be like if there was to develop more. i felt very embarrassed at the end of it as he just kept returning to the topic and kept pressing, but looking back i believe i did the best i could in the situation without making it more awkward than it probably already was for the other people that were with us (though i wish i had been even more clear from the beginning than i already was, but as i said, i barely knew anyone at the table. so i was just kind of afraid to come off as bitchy. also i didn't know he would drag it on and on for that long). and regarding the jokes that seemed to make fun of me rather than with me: why. that's all i have to say to that.

i don't know, you can probably tell, but i'm still a bit agitated. that was the most embarrassing and uncomfortable situation i had been in in a long time, and with the fact that i barely knew anyone there, i still feel on edge that me being a flustered and embarassed mess is one of the first impressions they have of me. obviously i'm not into him anymore, as getting to know him just for that hour, and having to listen to his very tasteless jokes, and seeing what he acts like when he does feel jealousy (or whatever that was), reallly gave me a bitter taste. he doesn't feel like a very safe person to be around overall, and i think i would have to walk on eggshells around him if that was already too much for him to keep composed in a groupsetting. i'm disappointed (mainly because he's got really pretty eyes), but overall i'm just glad that i found out that we're incompatible before the interest i had could deepen.

[luminousbeings-crudematter]

I can have my favourite bed time story which is " one of the 141 is picking me up at the hotel bar/ already in the airport and oh look at that we are in the same hotel" bonus points to my brain when it goes into unhinged territory, bc it's not at all a coincidence that you both stop at the same hotel. You are just to nice of a distraction to let go for now

see i love this, because Ghost and Soap fit into this deranged narrative by default, but you know who would really masterfully orchestrate a meet-cute after meticulous planning?

He makes you nervous, and you don't know why.

He's cute. His hat and headphone combo make him look young and approachable and hip, and it doesn't hurt that he smiles so wide that deep, gorgeous smile lines appears around the corners of his eyes. You should be counting your lucky stars - you've got the company of this heart throb on your 7-hour flight...but your instincts tell you that something's not right. You ignore them.

He talks to you a lot - asks you so many questions about yourself that you're starting to think of this as a date - but he's equally as generous on information about himself: Gaz. Army. Special Forces. The real special forces, he smiles mischievously. Going back home for a few weeks.

You end up telling him about yourself too. Went to Uni in the UK, so you're back now that you can afford to properly do the touristy stuff. He recommends a few cities and you thank him profusely - ever grateful to have recommendations from a local. When he jokes about happily being your tour guide, you laugh and brush him off.

He's kind enough to wake you up when the flight attendants arrive with lunch, you think you're going to die when you realise you'd fallen asleep on his shoulder. He waves your apology off immediately. You have lunch together and it does feel like a date. He's respectful and kind and funny, he listens intently, asks meaningful questions, and he's pretty.

You part ways at immigration. He wishes you the best of luck with your troubles, and you tell him to keep out of it. No promises, he responds easily. (You're disappointed when he doesn't ask for your number, but it's fine, you tell yourself. No point anyway. He's home to relax and you're going to be touring the country.)

So imagine your surprise when he's at the hotel breakfast buffet the next morning. You walk up to him tentatively, hands clammy. Did he...follow you? No. No, that can't be right, you never told him where you were going. But then? Coincidence? Has to be, he doesn't seem the creepy type.

He seems genuinely surprised to see you, and your doubt dissipates a little.

You end up having breakfast together, and he tells you how he'd completely forgotten that his mum was away. He's a bit shy, clearly uncomfortable as he admits that he'd found being in the house by himself a bit quiet, too lonely, and had checked himself into the closest hotel he could.

You're skeptical, but you believe it just enough for him to successfully convince you that - now he's got nothing to do but wait for his mum to return - he really wouldn't mind showing you around, actually! It's his city after all, and you do want that authentic city experience that only a local could give you, don't you? Ah, the tourist-y spots are all overdone and gauche, love, he'll show you the real city.

Three nights of playing tour guide and bodyguard and boyfriend, and he's sinking into you in your hotel room, one he's effectively moved into.

Been waiting for my cock in your greedy little cunt, yeah? Know you've been touchin' yourself to me every night. So fuckin' tight, love, you've been keeping her tight for me? Been months since you've let anyone in her, have you been waiting for me?

[starkid-smosh]

oh so you just make fun of people who enjoy this dynamic just to be assholes?? You get joy from making fun of people you dgaf about?? Sounds like you give a fuck to me idk. You have made no inclination that you hate on damangela because of its shippers. Not ONCE have I seen anyone say "I like them but I just don't see why people ship them." You guys have literally said that they have no dynamic and mocked people who just enjoy them point blank. Not only that but you have said that Angela hates Damien and implied that there was something dark and sinister going on there. Idc if you were joking, joking about someone maybe being creepy/harmful to someone is problematic as hell.

I wish I could see what the original tweet this person was replying to said but alas they are private. I wouldn't be surprised if they were hating/complaining about me though honestly. Because I've been going off on this all week lmao.

The fact that one of smoshtwt's main sources of joy and entertainment is bullying and ragebaiting apparently is so sad honestly. Like you and your 15 big twitter accounts are hating on a dynamic because *checks notes* 2 or 3 people ship them and are being very chill and normal about it? Ok yeah sure. I loveeee shaming people for no reason!! It's sooo fun and normal!!! I'm still a 10 year old girl! Like literally haven't seen this type of behavior since I was in like 5th or 6th grade 😭 and most of these people are adults too like it's so embarrassing 💀

and yes I know I'm being embarrassing by reacting and responding to it all too, but I've been witnessing them do this for over a year. I'm tired.

[bobbiereynolds]

Based on everything your stepdad has done to you (slapping your butt and talking sexually for example and claiming he thought you're your mum...), he has absolutely placed the camera that way to be able to jerk off to the sight of you naked. He's fucking disgusting based on the posts you have done about him and I really hope that some day, karma will catch up to him. Being disgusting and then gaslighting you into believing you're just paranoid or that it's your fault somehow because he knows you're quick to blame yourself. God. I honestly am shaking slightly because I'm so angry for you. I hope that you get far, far away from him someday and never see him again, I genuinely believe, as a kitchen psychologist, that he's one of the factors that have been holding you back from blooming. You're amazing Enna, don't you ever forget that ❤️

I tried not to cry or rant while responding, but I don't think I did a good job lol. Please ignore this big giant mess. Ya gurl is on day one of her period and feeling so emotional for no reason 🖤

I wish I could send this to my mum lol. This is gonna sound dumb lol, but thank you for noticing. Thank you for having the same reactions I do. There's so much I have to say about him. Like, hate isn't a strong enough word. He makes me skin crawl. I can't stand to be around him and I get called moody or a bitch because I leave whenever he walks in or stop talking when he interrupts my conversations. And it makes me feel crazy because no one gets it. My mum brushed off the whole camera thing like it was nothing, and my Nana said to talk with him about it like he's a reasonable person. Even when I try to bring it up, my mum gets annoyed and tells me to stop. I don't get it. I can't really talk to my family about it. They either tell me to put up with it for her sake or they believe whatever my mum tells them about me being dramatic or sensitive or crazy. They blame my bipolar diagnosis. I don't know how to stop thinking I am because everyone says so.

I just want to be believed, yknow?

I don't want it to be my fault. But it kinda feels that way. I didn't tell anyone when I was 15 and he started doing all this. Now, because it's been so long, idk. Everyone thinks I should be over it, but it never really stopped. It just got worse. And he does it right in front of my mum. I look at her and I want her to react, but she just laughs along with his jokes about my body or looks at me when he says inappropriate stuff to warn me not to make a face or say anything. it feels too late. If I had said something sooner, maybe their relationship wouldn't have gotten this far and she wouldn't have moved in with him. But I didn't. I was too ashamed and embarrassed. I thought it was my fault, like my neckline was too low, that I was asking for it because I was showing off my collarbones.

I don't really have anyone else. She's all I've got. If my dad was alive, I would have moved in with him a long time ago and cut all contact. I can't threaten her with that because she threatens to hurt herself when I give her ultimatums. My brother doesn't really get it, either. He thinks it's a dream to move back home because he was treated like a prince. He's never been kicked out or screamed at or anything. Most of my family doesn't know because they can't handle it. It would just make things so much worse.

I never even told anyone about the really bad stuff. It doesn't feel worth it, like I'd get blamed somehow.

I feel crazy for getting so worked up. Like a crybaby. I feel like because everyone else thinks it's normal, that I'm making it creepier than it actually is. Overreacting. Even as I type this I feel like I'm being too harsh, like he isn't as bad as I make him out to be. idk. I have therapy this week thank goodness because I've been thinking about all this since I got your ask. Like finally someone sees this how I see it and is rightfully upset and angry. And sometimes I think my mum is on my side, but then she goes away with him on vacation and it's a reminder that if it's between me and him, she's going to choose him. He was talking to me about their s*x life and when I asked her if he was telling the truth or just joking, she thought it was funny and ridiculous that I was so upset. I couldn't help it.

I'm still waiting to hear back from the law school. It really is my ticket out. It'll ensure I never have to come back here (long term) again. it's also a teensy bit petty, but I want to get in so I can rub it in his face lol. he's convinced he'd do great in law school when he is the most arrogant, entitled, asshole I've ever met. he keeps saying he's going to live through me if I get in and I want him to know I'm smarter than him. That sounds awful lol. Law school would ensure so much for the future, I just can't think about if it doesn't work out. Ok i'm spiraling and that is totally not the point lol.

Thank you for being on my side. You have no idea what it means to me. Like the first time I read your ask, I broke down in tears lol. No one has ever given that much thought. it's seen as normal and I doubt myself so much because it's not. it never has been. But everyone is saying so. I'm so sorry about the venting. Thank you for this my love. 🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

[illarian-rambling]

Thanks for the tag @somethingclevermahogony!

OC Question Game

My questions:

Who would you miss the most if they left?

What is the funniest thing you have ever done?

Who cares about you the most?

I'll answer for Sepo, because why not?

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1) Who would you miss the most if they left?

"It makes me cringe that this is even a hard question. I used to be perfectly fine on my own. The only thing I would ever miss would be a good current beneath my wingfins. But now? If Twenari left, I'd worry through every waking moment over whether she's alright or not. If Djek left, it'd be so quiet around here the silence would feel like a scream. I couldn't choose. Izjik would never leave. Not to where I couldn't follow."

2) What is the funniest thing you have ever done?

"I'll tell you, but if I ever hear you've told anyone else, especially a certain squinty-eyed Amaranthi, I'll hang you from a flagpole by your tongue, understand? When I was a boy studying to be a priest at the Saryimastra Seat, my brother was always the more popular of us two. This wouldn't be a hard thing to guess if you'd have known Saius; he was the personable type, always quick with a joke or a kind word. He was the one who introduced me to Fahdra.

Fahdra, not that I'd have been able to tell, was the darling of the junior priesthood. Pretty, intelligent, pious; everything a sixteen year old siren could want or could want to be. For some damn reason, she loved talking to me. She even switched her chore rotation so she'd be on alter cleaning duty with me.

One night, we ended up staying late to clean up. She asked me very coyly if I wanted to hang out at her dorm after we finished. I said no - I wanted to finish my book - but she said she had some secular sheet music she could show me, and that was temptation enough for me to agree. In retrospect, her exact phrasing was 'Do you want to make some sinful music together?', so perhaps that was a missed cue on my part.

Anyways, we get there, and she immediately strips off her shawl and bra. I thought that was strange, but nudity isn't as taboo in Ulahdris as it is on the surface, so I assumed she was just getting comfortable. I asked her where the music was, and she told me we'd make it together. I told her that I still needed sheet music. She told me that she'd show me the rhythms. I told her that was stupid. It was only when she asked if I was messing with her that I caught on to the fact that some of what she'd been saying had perhaps been subtext. I fled back to my dorm at once. Saius said he'd never seen my face to red. We ended up switching clothes and chores for the week because I was so embarrassed - we looked so much alike that if we didn't talk, no one could tell us apart. In the end, after spending that week cleaning alters with Fahdra, she and Saius ended up dating for a time.

It's a long story and one I never thought was particularly funny, but Izjik loses her mind every time she hears it. I suppose I wish Fahdra the best. It must've been some piss poor luck that caused her to set her sights on the most oblivious siren east of the Oresea."

3) Who cares about you the most?

"Izjik."

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Your questions:

What's the most embarrassing thing you've ever done?

How do you deal with anger?

What's the worst job you've ever worked?

I'll tag @mk-writes-stuff @televisionjester @albatris @aestheic-writer18 @wordfather and anyone else who wants in :)

[crypticjackal13]

Testing out these hc's and also NSFW. Don't like, don't read. What you do on the internet isn't my fault. (CW: mentions of trauma, food, drinking, and s3x)

My Ghost(Simon Riley) Headcanons

He's not addicted to his mask. The dialogue between him and Soap about it is funny as hell("bet you sleep with that thing" "soundly.") But like he probably takes his mask off once he's home alone and what not. Sometimes forgets to wash it but he keeps a reminder on his phone to do it at least once a week. Has a few extras with his stuff, and carries at least one baclava in his uniform's pocket just in case.

He's not super insecure. He's confident, he knows he's hot. I could see him being a bit self conscious about his scars, and he likely doesn't like anyone touching them. But other than that, he doesn't mind how he looks(like his body weight, his height, etc)

Doesn't smoke(or very rarely does it). But he does drink. It's very controlled, though, and he refuses to have any more than 3 drinks because he doesn't want to be irresponsible. Some nights he's actually likely to be the designated driver if the team heads to a pub.

Eats regularly. At least two good meals a day, and he's fairly mindful about what he's eating. Sometimes he doesn't have the time or resources to get like a bunch of veggies or whatever, so he does settle for fast food or junk food. He doesn't starve himself, he knows he won't be able to do his job efficiently if he does.

I think he's not cold and emotionless all the time. He likes jokes and witty banter!! He probably doesn't mind listening to someone ramble for a while!! It might take him a bit to warm up to someone on his own, but he might feel better if there's a mutual friend(i.e. Soap). But he isn't a robot all the time it just takes him a minute to adjust to a new person. (He does always have that lingering fear of betrayal, though. He wishes it wasn't there always nagging at the back of his mind.)

Did go through a lot of therapy. Both for his physical health(after being hung by his ribs and what not) and his mental health(for basically everything). He wouldn't have been considered fit to serve if he hadn't done it. (I also think this would make him the type to make jokes about his own trauma sometimes just for the hell of it)

NSFW. It takes a solid couple of weeks/months into a relationship for him to feel comfortable with sex. He doesn't mind kissing/hugging/holding hands/cuddling, but in terms of intimacy he needs to know that he's safe with someone to actually do that stuff.

He's very nice about it. Checks up on his partner multiple times throughout to make sure he's not doing anything to upset them. If he is, he immediately backs off.

Manhandles by accident. Tends to get lost in the moment and so he just kinda,,, moves his partner around. Quickly apologizes and chuckles and asks them if they're alright in this position.

He's a little kinky. Not a whole lot, but I imagine he'd be okay with things like easy bondage, light impact play, and maybe some stuff with toys if that's what his partner likes. If his partner wants to do something new he does hella research first. Also he may be more leaning dominant but he's not gonna be a hard Dom.

Tends to pass out right after the fact. To combat this he usually tries to keep some snacks, drinks, and wipes in the room in case his partner wants any. Of course he'll make it up to them in the morning--I think he's really good at making proper tea and coffee.

TL;DR I see way too much mischaracterization of him. He's a little guy and he deserves better. :)

[spookymystery67]

I Wish I Could Walk In Heels

AN: I didn't re-read once again out of fear I'd hate it, so hopefully this chapter doesn't suck. There is game plot and dialog that I changed here and there. Enjoy!

TW: Violence, mutant bug thing, zombies, language, sort of terrible flirting?, typical Resident Evil things, ect. I don't know, I suck at tags. Sorry if I traumatize anyone. NO MINORS!

Chapter 4:

-September 28th, 1998-

You and Jill were halfway to the surface when a sudden sound filled the air. 

"Jill, Y/n, it's me again. You two topside yet?" Carlos called through the radio.

"Working on it. So what's the plan?" Jill answered, holding the radio in front of her.

"The old tank's got me clearing the tracks. You two mind getting the subway infrastructure back online?" Carlos asked.

"And how do we do that?" Jill asked.

"Let's start by restoring power. I'll navigate you to the substation once you hit the main road."

"Copy that. Let's do this fast." Jill finished, shutting off the radio.

"So, you gonna join the other survivors when the train starts working again?" Jill questioned you, wanting to start a conversation.

You shrugged, "I don't know. I still need to get to the police station." 

"Why? What's at the police station?" 

"Hopefully, Ben. Alive. My guess is that Irons didn't let anyone leave their cells when all this started." 

"I wouldn't put it past him. Were you and Ben, you know, close?" She looked at you with a suggestive look, implying something in her last question.

You snorted, "Me and Ben? Yeah right. He's not my type. Plus, he was dating my friend, Katherine."

"Mmhmm, and what's your type then? Strong and broody? Someone with a goofy side? I know a guy." She joked.

"Are you trying to set me up?" You laughed.

"Well, I kinda owe you one. You have done me more than one favor in the last couple of hours I've known you." You laughed louder. "C'mon, what's your type? Now I'm curious." Jill pressed. You debated in your mind.

You've never really told anyone this before. Well, anyone besides Katherine and Ben. Questions about your sexuality never came up that often in your life.

"Not men." You bluntly responded. Jill nodded in understanding.

"Ah, only have eyes for the fairer sex. I respect that. Am I your type?" Jill asked, the teasing tone bringing a small grin to your face.

You honestly didn't know what your type was. You were never interested in dating in high school. You were too much of an introvert. And you haven't really met anyone that caught your eye or shared similar interests. You just knew that men didn't do it for you.

"Gorgeous. Badass, with a caring side from what I've seen… Yeah, you kinda are." You said, a teasing smile on your face.

"Sweet. So if you save my ass again we can go on a date." She joked.

"You gonna buy me dinner? I'd kill for an extra cheesy supreme pizza right now. And a shower. And a nap."

"We'll have a sleepover. Do you like movies?"

"Love them."

"We'll shower, sleep, then eat pizza and watch movies."

"Sounds like a dream. It's a date." You laughed, Jill joining you.

"Can't wait." 

You made it to the top of the station and gathered supplies. Herbs and ammo. According to Jill, these herbs have healing properties. You had no idea. If you had, you would have been grabbing them sooner.

You two make it to the entrance you used to duck under the half closed shudder to get to the outside. As you did, you noticed there were still people running away. One man, panting in fear, quickly ducked under the shudder you had come from where survivors were beckoned with yellow paint.

"More survivors. We gotta get that train moving." Jill said. As she did, I noticed how many more people have been infected and how much more the fire has spread. This whole city was a horror show. No corner you turned was left unaffected by the last week. By the last few hours specifically. You two carefully maneuvered through the streets, careful of zombies and being extra careful as to not shoot any survivors. 

Once you two reached another blocked off area, Jill took out the radio to contact Carlos.

"Carlos, we've reached the main avenue. Which way do we go?" Jill questioned him on the radio. You had your pistol out and kept your eyes peeled, ready to shoot anything that might try to snap its teeth at you or Jill.

"See a big transmission tower? That's the substation. You'll have to circle around through an alley to your right to get there."

"You mean the alley that's on fire?" Jill deadpanned when she saw the flames. You snorted at her tone.

"Maybe? Surely a tall drink of water like yourself can put out a few flames." Carlos' joking voice said through the speaker.

"Fuck you." Jill sighed as she shut the radio off. Clearly she wasn't in the mood for his flirty jokes. 

"Alright, let's see if we can get this fire out. Hopefully it won't be too much of a hassle." You said. And, as if the universe just loved to torment you, you had to get a tool to get the fire hydrant to work.

"This is gonna be a hassle." Jill sighed. 

"Yeah." You huffed. 

You both walked out of the alley, barely making it fully onto the street again when you saw zombies just full on knocking down and picking up the fences blocking them from getting to the two of you.

"You have got to be kidding me." Jill said as the horde walked closer.

"Those are some weak ass fences. No wonder this outbreak spreaded so fast." You said. You raised your gun, prepared to shoot at any moment.

"Wait, back up with me." Jill said.

You didn't bother questioning her, backing up, away from the zombies walking toward you.

Jill quickly took aim and waited until all the zombies were in one spot, before shooting a red barrel sat next to a crashed car. The barrel exploded, sending debris and zombies flying through the air. You block your face and squint from the heat of the blast. When it faded, you saw all the zombies were dead.

"Huh. How'd you know it would explode?" You asked.

"It's red. Red means flammable."

"Why would someone just leave flammable barrels around?"

"Why would someone create a virus to turn people into monsters? The world is full of questionable people." Jill shrugged.

"More like fucking idiots." You sighed. You were tired. You haven't been able to sleep more than a few minutes since a week ago. You were running on pure adrenaline at this point.

"Well, I guess the bright side is that we have access to a whole new street. We can look for a hose for the fire hydrant." Jill said, gesturing to the somewhat clear street corner, bright neon signs lighting up the area.

"Sure. I suppose. I'm getting tired of all these sidequests." You said. You both began your trek through the brightly lit street.

"Me too." Jill agreed. 

A while later, you both had successfully found a fire hose. Only having to avoid a few zombies in the process. You made it back to the flame filled alley, fire hose in your arms.

"Here, you can do the honors." You said, handing Jill the heavy fire hose.

She huffed from the sudden weight, "Thanks so much. You really shouldn't have." 

"What are friends for?" You joked.

Jill set up the hose and began spraying water onto the flames. It takes a few seconds for the flames to finally go out.

"There." Jill sighs, putting the hose down that was no longer needed.

"See. It would have taken me far longer if I had done it." You said, nudging her arm playfully.

"Mmhmm. Let's go lazy bones." Jill said. You both start forward once more.

"In my defense, I haven't slept in a while. It's honestly a miracle I've made it this far." 

"No, you have some natural survival skills in you. I've seen you shoot that gun. You only miss a couple of times." Jill teased.

"Hey, I do pretty good for someone who had absolutely no experience with guns, thank you very much. And why do you think I try to avoid shooting?"

"Is that why you haven't used your shotgun? You don't know how to?" She asked, pausing in her step in the alley, standing near a building.

"Honestly, yeah. I found it and figured I'd take it in case I lost my handgun or ammo for it. I probably would have figured it out through trial and error." 

"And get yourself killed in the process. Let's stop real quick and I'll show you how to use it."

Jill quickly went through the step by step process of shotgun 101. It's pretty much similar to the handgun. Just have to watch out for more recoil. But it was nice to understand how it worked and how to reload.

You both walked through the back entrance of a repair shop. You immediately saw bolt cutters, shining in a spotlight on a wall.

"Looks like those could be useful." You said.

"Yeah, can you carry them in your backpack?" Jill asked.

"Oh, now I gotta carry everything?" She smirked, nodding. "You need to get your own backpack." You said, grabbing the bolt cutters and slipping them into your backpack.

"Why should I when I have you and your never ending abyss of a backpack. How much stuff can you carry in there anyways? It's not that big of a bag."

"A lot if I put my mind to it. Speaking of where we are putting things. How are you carrying so much stuff?"

She shrugged. "Skills. Now, use the bolt cutters on that yellow chain on the door." She demanded, pointing to the door.

"Alright, bossy. Is this pay back for the fire hose incident?"

"Maybe."

You used the bolt cutters on the chain, causing them to break and unlock the door. You and Jill entered the room, noticing an injured man panting against a car. It's a car repair shop.

You and Jill quickly rushed forward to check on the man. "You're U.B.C.S?" Jill asked, kneeling down to check his wounds. You took your bag off your shoulders and knelt down with her, looking for your med kit.

"Y-yeah. Careful, careful." The young man gasped as Jill touched a painful wound. A bite.

You and Jill shared a glance after looking at the man. "C'mon. Don't look at me like that, alright? I'm not infected." The man said.

"Okay, we'll take care of-" Jill starts.

"No no no, wait! Please!" The man's cut off by a gunshot to the head, killing him instantly.

You and Jill gasped, turning to see the man with graying hair behind you who held the gun. Blood was splattered on your face.

"What the fuck!" Jill exclaimed, standing up in anger. You follow suit, attempting to wipe the blood from your cheeks. Luckily it didn't get in your eyes or mouth.

"He was infected." The Russian man said casually.

"He might have been infected!" Jill shouted.

The man scoffed. "Are all S.T.A.R.S this soft? No wonder so many of you are dead." He said, beginning to walk off.

"And what are you? U.B.C.S? Killing your own people?" 

He huffed and turned to face her from the stairs. "He would have turned. Where is your sense of self-preservation?"

She said nothing and glared. You walked up to stand by her, ready to help fight the man if she needed you to.

He tsked and began walking up the stairs again. "Go back to the subway station. We don't need a bleeding heart like you getting in the way." He shuts the door behind him.

You rubbed Jill's arm in comfort before turning to look at the man. You saw a book sticking out of his pocket and picked it up in case it had information, skimming through it.

It was a training log. The man's name was Murphy. He was apparently in prison for murdering twenty gang members and Umbrella had let him out to work for them. He seemed to have had a motev for the murders as his brother was killed by a gang member. Not that you really approve murder. You just understand why someone would do so when blinded by grief. 

"Find something?" Jill asked you.

"Uh, that guy that just left, his name may be Nicholai. That's just a guess though. But the way Murphy over here described Nicholai using him as a shield during training just screamed it's self-preservation dude." You said.

"Yeah, you may be right." She glanced at the dead man, saddened by another loss. "Let's get out of here. There isn't anything else here that we need." 

You nodded and you two made your way up the stairs and out of the shop. You tried not to look at the body of the man as you left. As sad as it sounded, you've been trying to stay disconnected with your empathetic side since this all started. It's hard to go through the city knowing that all the dead and undead were once people like you. People who had feelings and family. People who you and Ben tried and failed to help.

You made it to a dark alley and looked ahead, seeing dogs and a crashed police car with the lights still flashing. Oh yeah, animals get infected too.

You and Jill did your best to avoid getting bit by the dogs, stunning them and shooting them to put them out of their misery.

Finally, you make it to the entrance of the transmission tower. The door was locked. Figures.

"Great." You sighed.

"Maybe that guy has something that can help." Jill motioned to the man slumped to the ground with a box in his hands.

"Let's check." You walked over and carefully grabbed the box from the dead man's hands. You screeched and jumped away when a bunch of bugs came exploding and crawling out of the man's stomach, guts exposed.

"Oh my god." Jill gasped.

You shivered and gagged. You hate bugs. Hate hate hate!

"Here you open it." You shoved the box in Jill's hands, not wanting to chance it. There could be more bugs in there.

She carefully opened the box, finding a lock pick.

"Nice. You know how to use it?" You asked her.

"Yeah. You?" She asked, you shook your head.

"I'm more of a climb through the window type person." You said. 

She raised a brow at you. Oh yeah, she was a cop. Maybe you shouldn't talk about how you've broken the law during your time as Ben's assistant. "I've locked myself out of my apartment more times than I care to admit. Crowbars were my best friend in those scenarios. Had one left on the ledge."

Not entirely a lie there. You have had to lodge a crowbar through your apartment window after you've locked yourself out. And you hadn't wanted to call a locksmith, thinking you could "do it yourself" for free. You almost had the cops called on you by your neighbor before they realized it was you being an idiot.

"That's not safe. Someone else could have broken in." Jill scolded. You shrugged. "Nevermind. Let's just get this over with." She walked over to the gate lock and began picking it.

"Where did you learn to pick locks?" You asked as you watched her work.

"My father." She deadpanned, you could tell she didn't want to elaborate further.

"Huh. My dad never really taught me anything. Except how to sweet talk my way out of trouble. Very helpful since became Ben's assistant." You said.

"How'd you become his assistant anyways?" Jill asked as she worked on the lock. 

"I found an ad somewhere in the papers. I needed a job that wasn't the fast food place I was working at. So I figured, why not apply. He liked me, I liked his thought process and his goals, and the rest is history."

"Now you're here, stuck with me. In a city wide outbreak where everything is trying to kill you. How's that feel?" She joked weakly.

"Well, it could be worse. I could still be alone. I'm glad I found someone I can trust in all this." The lock clicked and she stood and turned, giving you a smile.

"Ditto. I'm glad I have someone watching my back through this."

"Even though I suck at shooting?" You joked.

"Even though you suck at shooting." She laughed. She walked through the gate, holding it open for you.

You went to walk through the gate when you heard something behind you. You turned to look and saw nothing. As you were about to shrug it off, you saw a slimy substance falling from above. You looked up and saw a giant, mutated bug. The bug shrieked and grabbed you by the neck, still hanging from above. You screamed.

"Y/ n!" Jill yelled, running to help you.

Something slimy and tongue like is shoved down your throat, causing you to choke and gag from disgust. Jill gets it off of you and shoots the bug-like creature, killing it instantly.

"Fucking gross." She grimaced.

You choke and gag trying to get the disgusting sensation out of your throat. Of something crawling within you. A parasite.

"Here, you need an herb. Quickly!" Jill urged, coaxing you to swallow the herb in her hand.

You gasped and shoved the herb in your mouth, swallowing quickly. You immediately felt the urge to throw up and turned away from Jill, puking the parasite on the ground near the dead bug creature. You closed your eyes, trying to regain your breath and calm your beating heart.

"You okay?" Jill asked, rubbing your shoulder in comfort.

"No." You rasped. That was disgusting. You felt disgusting. You hate bugs.

"You know, I won't blame you if you'd want to wait out here. I can get this done alone if I have to." She told you.

"I'm thinking about it." You joked weakly. You shook your head and sighed. "No, I'll come with you. Hang on a second." You reached into your backpack and grabbed a pack of gum from your bag. You stuck a piece in your mouth, the mint refreshing the nasty taste in your mouth. You offered one to Jill and she smirked, taking a piece and sticking it in her mouth.

"Of course you have gum." Jill laughed.

"Well, yeah. I wish I had a toothbrush. My teeth aren't too bad right?" You haven't brushed in two days, having unfortunately lost your toothbrush and your cleaned bottled water when you had to run away from a public bathroom that was suddenly overrun with infected people. Finding out the hard way that the water was infected. Best not to drink the city water. 

"No, you're fine. You surprisingly don't smell as bad as you look." You glared. "I mean, well, you know what I mean. You smell fine. And your teeth are fine. Now get up, we have things to do." She helped you to your feet from your kneeled position.

"Thanks." You deadpanned.

"Don't mention it. Let's get this over with."

You two quickly made your way through the building, shooting any bug that so much as twitched at you, working to get the power back on. There was some kind of disgusting growth covering the walls of the building. You weren't even sure what it was. You didn't want to know.

You finally pulled up the last lever, sighing in relief that you could finally leave.

"Done. Time to get the hell out of here." Jill said. You nodded in agreement, shooting and kicking away the angry giant bugs that ran at you.

"Agreed." You both ran, dodging any creature that lunged at you, until you finally made it outside.

"Okay. All that leaves is the main power switch." Jill panted, running up the stairs to the power station.

You both walked over to the control panel. Jill finds the switch and presses it, starting the power and destroying all the growth and bug-creatures. Mutated cockroaches? You weren't sure what type of bug it was. You just wanted them dead.

"Enjoy that." Jill said, watching the nest crumble.

"Good riddance. Hated those fucking things." You shivered.

"Me too. Come on. We gotta radio, Carlos." Jill said. You nodded.

You two began making your exit as Jill called Carlos.

"Carlos, it's Jill. We've restored power to the subway." Jill said.

"Nice going!" Carlos' voice sounded. "Next up is the traffic control system. It should be in the subway company's offices." 

"Right. I think I know the building." Jill said.

"Really? Way to go partner. One step ahead!" He said.

"Not your partner." Jill finished, shutting the radio off.

You snorted, "Awe, he seems sweet."

"You can have him." She joked.

"I'm good."

You two walked down some stairs, making your way to the offices. You stopped to gather supplies you found lying around and hiding in lockers. They're probably not going to need it anymore. You pushed through an orange door, making it outside once more, then went through a gate and onto a street, following Jill's lead.

As you were walking, you had a sudden feeling of dread in your chest. It was quiet. Too quiet.

"Hey, Jill-" You started.

"I feel it too. Stay close." She said, feeling that something was wrong. 

As you two walked by the police cars with the flashing lights, the wall to your right exploded, bricks flying everywhere. You gasped in shock and saw the tall and strong monster that had been chasing Jill earlier. Guess it recovered.

The monster growled, the sound similar to the word "stars". It started going after Jill once more and you grabbed her arm, pulling her way from getting hit.

"Are you shitting me?" Jill yelled, frustrated and frightened.

You both dodged and ran around it, continuing to your destination. Now with the added problem of that thing chasing you.

As you ran, it lunged forward and smacked at you both, knocking you back. You guess it's not doing the eerily slow walk anymore. You shot at a power generator, making it shock the monster and pulled Jill to a run, dodging zombies while you went.

You made your way back to the repair garage and Jill pulled out her radio. "Carlos, that thing is still alive! It's after me!" Jill yelled.

"What? Run! You both come back to the station!" He told her.

"Not until we get traffic control online." Jill put the radio away and glanced at you questionly.

"You okay to keep helping me? That thing is only after me. You'd be safer away from me."

"No, I'm not going to leave you to fix the train by yourself. And I'm not leaving until I know you're safe. It's the least I can do."

Jill nodded sincerely. "Thank you."

You both finally make it to the offices, careful as to avoid anything trying to kill you. Jill pulled her radio out again.

"Carlos, we're in the control room. Now what?"

"Nice! Now you gotta plot out a route." His voice said through the speaker.

"Okay, gimme a sec." Jill handed you the radio to hold and got to work. "Alright, where are we headed?" She asked through the radio in your hand.

"The train is stopped at Redstone Street. We need to reach Fox Park Station. Can you program that in?" Carlos asked.

"Hey, I'm supercop. Consider it done." She joked. You chuckled and watched as she input the directions. She did so successfully.

"Carlos, it's me. I've finished inputting the subway route." She said, gently taking back the radio from your hand.

"Jill, you are amazing! Tough as nails too. Hurry back to the station. We'll make sure the subway is ready to depart." Carlos said.

Jill put the radio away after that. "He's right. You are amazing. Just thought you should know." You smirked.

"Shut up." She snorted, smiling sheepishly. "We better get going to the station. Thanks for your help, by the way. And the company. It's nice having someone to talk to through all of this." She told you.

"Don't mention it. I couldn't just leave you to do this by yourself. Even supercops need help once in a while." You both laughed and made your way out of the office.

Now you need to make it back to the station in one piece.

[astorianyxkings]

Dick Grayson is a hyperfixation I'll never get over and him being prepared to be the next Batman is something I physically can't get over. Let's get into it.

Dick's filled in for Batman before, whenever Bruce needed to make a public appearance or when Vicki Vale starts her whole "never seen Mr Wayne and Batman at the same time" thing. And you know he's pretty good at filling in for Batman, criminals and villains can't really tell the difference when he does, but the Bats can, because Dick is Dick and they know him.

But this was different. Bruce was gone (dead, maimed, lost to the world, take your pick) and Dick picked up the mantle. And at first no one really batted and eye, he's been in the suit hundreds of times by now, this isn't gonna be very different.

Except it is. Because even in the cave, there's no smiles, no quips, puns or jokes to make them groan, no stories about things he remembers doing as Robin when dealing with a certain villain. There's none of the Nightwing left in him. There's just Batman now. And you know they thought things wouldn't be so bad, they thought they could laugh with him, talk about how he's "like the old man now, huh Goldie?" but they can't.

Because seeing him in the Batsuit looks right and that feels so damn wrong. This isn't who he is, this isn't what he wants. Nightwing may be like Batman in theory but ask anyone who's fought them both, they're different entities. One of them still has hope.

And it's borderline freaky because he even acts like him. The JLA and their teams love to tease the Bats about how they all have the same mannerisms, like a creepy bat cult. But this is weird because Dick's acting exactly like Bruce, like he's freaking possesses by him.

He sits the way Bruce would, he stands in the shadows the way he would, he fires his weapons the way Bruce would. He has the goddam gravelly bat-voice down the way Bruce perfected it. He is Batman, and it's so wrong.

It's also a moment of realization for them, because even though they're all fast learners, they can't perfect being Bruce the way he does. This isn't something he perfected over weeks or months, this had to be in practice for years.

For years Dick Grayson trained himself to not only embody his own persona as Robin and then Nightwing, but to also be the ultimate clone of Batman. It makes their skin crawl, Dick was the eldest, he was the first Robin. Jason liked to say that Bruce may have been the ring leader but Dick started the cult. But this? His ability to be Batman, to turn himself into Bruce? Into their father so easily? It's a transition that sets them all on edge.

The Bats are quite that first night on patrol. Damian's with Dick because duh Batman and Robin. But the baby bat keeps shifting, his eyes darting back from the streets they're watching to Batman's shadow in the corner of his eyes. Because he feels like throwing up. He's partnered with Nightwing before, and secretly he loves it because Nightwing in Blüdhaven is like breathing in fresh air after Batman in Gotham. But now Nightwing is Batman and like always, Batman dominates all. So he remains silent, silently wishing and praying Dick will crack a joke once they're alone, make him laugh the way only his eldest brother could.

The rest of the Bats are shocked when Dick's voice comes across the comms. Because he sounds just like Bruce and he isn't asking for help or suggesting what they do, he's telling them where to go, how to handle something and where he wants them to reconvene. And yeah Dick's a great leader, by now they've all either seen him with The Titans or worked with them before. But this is different, he's a hasn't got that Nightwing charm on.

Oracle's hands shake as she types back at the cave. She knows better than anyone how much Dick hates this. He's prepared for it since he was like nine when Bruce took him in but he still hates it. No son ever wants to truly be his father, and Dick never wanted to be Bruce and he's long since stopped wanting to be Batman. The cowl comes with a price he hated to bear.

When they return to the cave, everyone kind of lingers. Usually, once they've given their reports, everyone goes their separate ways. Tim and Steoh have to get back to college, Duke and Damian head upstairs, Cass and Babs leave to help Cass pack for wherever she's going, Jason and Dick head back out, one to Park Row, the other to Blüdhaven. But instead of that they all kind of linger in the cave, they're expecting Dick to break character by now, to say something so unbelievably ridiculous that they can't all help but laugh along with him. He does no such thing.

Instead he takes off the cowl, confirming that he's not their dad but rather their brother, and sits at the computer to work through the open cases Bruce left. When he dismisses them and they all leave, Kate and Luke hang back. They too, know how much he hates this. How much he wants nothing more that to scream and break down. They linger for about a half an hour, finally leaving when Dick says he's going back to Blüdhaven. Thank the gods he isn't staying here, they don't think they could leave him alone if he did.

When Dick gets back to Blüdhaven, he scrubs himself down after the Gotham patrol and finally puts on his suit. Its the later half of 4am almost 5, but he doesn't care. He needs this. So he goes on patrol, he flips and flies in the sky, as the gods had always intended for him and he makes stupid jokes when he takes down the criminals who thought they got away when he didn't patrol around 2am as usual.

The next morning, the Bats all let out sighs of relief when they see Nightwing's blurry figure on the online news articles. They never wanted him to give up who he was for Batman. Bruce, emotionally constipated as he is, never wanted them to give up themselves for his mantle.

When Bruce is either revived, wakes us or returns from whatever hell he's been in, the Bats hug him a little tighter, but its his second eldest who lingers. Jason stays in the cave when the rest of them filters out, Dick tried to stay, but eventually left when Jason promised not to cause an argument. "You can't do this again, Old Man." Jason says, he sounds so exhausted so hurt that Bruce wants to hug him. But that action would result in him getting shot so he refrains. "I don't plan to," Bruce responds, "But even without me, you all managed to keep your heads on straight."

"Because of him." Jason responds, he doesn't need to clarify who, they all know who's the one aside from Alfred making sure they stay in touch, stay a family. "You can't do this to him ever again." Jason finishes and Bruce nods, placing a hand on his son's shoulder, "I won't."

And if Bruce does managed to catch a stray tear falling from Jason's blue-green eyes, that's no one's business but his.

“The Batkids probably gave Dick so much shit when he first put on the Batsuit.” No. The Batkids all saw Dick in Bruce’s suit and all secretly felt nauseous about how wrong it looked. How wrong it felt.

[asherlockstudy]

Please don't think that you're delusional for thinking that Rhett and Link might be more than friends. Even if the attraction and romantic implications weren't this obvious (and they are). There would still be more than enough very valid reasons to be suspicious. Just look at the scripted content they have been releasing. I don't know what their end goal is; if it is to actually lay it all bare one day, or if they just feel the desperate need to tell the truth, even if it's simply in this covert way to someone (anyone), but there ARE puzzles pieces being thrown at the viewers (pun very much intended lol). Most people simply don't know how to interpret what's been portrayed, but let me tell you, there is something going on. The scripted content that they have been putting out is basically all retellings of the same story imo, and I don't know how people don't see it. It makes me feel like I'm going insane. How do they keep missing the elephant in the room? Why are you and a couple of other people the ONLY ones who seem to have realized? There are so many viewers and they are all so clueless, how is it possible? I don't think that you get everything right, but I think that you got a lot of the overarching storyline and themes down. I can't wait for your analysis of their next scripted work (which is called ''wonderhole'' btw like LMAO, like how dense do you have to be to keep ignoring this? Anyway, I love what R and L are doing, they are being so obvious, but they can be because nobody gets it. The fact that there are levels to their scripted content and that it's got a purpose to it is what makes it good to me personally, it's genius. I wouldn't like it otherwise because that humor isn't for me, but because I get it I can appreciate the artistic value of it. So, you're not delusional, rather, you're the only one with a brain it seems.

Wow - thank you for this.

I will only say that I used to wonder a lot about why people don't see any or most of this (btw this doesn't go to the particular previous anon because they see a considerable part of it, it goes to those who see nothing) and honestly I don't think it's a problem of not being able to analyze it or see the patterns. Rhett and Link certainly do an interesting work with this riddle but they are not megaminds after all - I believe every average person can roughly spot most of the recurring storyline.

I think a great deal of people have it well engraved inside their heads that Rhett and Link are only capable of lighthearted frivolous meaningless content. Most do not see a depth of character in Rhett and Link and do not wish to see one either. For them, it's just about two silly friends eating things and doing ridiculous things. It's the type of people that wouldn't watch if Rhett and Link were making different content. They want exclusively superficial inconsequential content that will make them forget their own problems for those few minutes per day. In short, they don't deem Rhett and Link capable of such a complex plan and even if they did, they would hardly care to decipher it.

The other part of the audience is the romantic fans, meaning those who have a tendency to always only think the best about their idols, at the expense of realism. Everything that could lead to inconvenient conclusions (ranging from the fact that they are not exclusively heterosexual for the conservative ones to the fact that their marriages might not be the dreamiest for the liberal ones) is simply discarded as a joke. And life is easier this way.

PS. Before Wonderhole, I am preparing another post in the "It has always been one story" "series". Should be ready before the end of the week!

[bowandcurtsey]

The boys when y/n has a bad day (haikyuu)

Characters: Kuroo, Bokuto, Kei, Atsumu x f! reader TW: unchecked works

Kuroo Tetsuro

Quietly wraps his figure around you from behind, enveloping you in his chest and arms. Then he presses a kiss to your temples. "Want to talk about it?"

If you did, he'd quietly listen and give advices. Even in situations where he couldn't help or there was no way to make things better, he'd tell you, "take your time, it's okay to feel upset, kitten."

If you didn't want to talk about it, he'll accept it and try to change the topic and find something to do with you. "how about we have a nice dinner together? Or do you want to catch a movie tonight?"

Has his arms around your waist and press kisses to your cheeks, temple, hair, forehead and tells you cheesy pick up lines every now and then until you break into a smile or giggle.

And when you finally do, he'll smile too, "there's my baby~"

He'll cuddle you in his arms and warm body, stroking your hair until you've fallen asleep. "I love you" He whispers to you.

Bokuto Koutaro

Gets upset when he learns you're upset. "Who made / why are you upset baby owl!?"

He pulls you in a tight hug and looks at you with glossy eyes and a little pout.

You tell him of course, else he wouldn't let you go. He'll be all mopey for the entire day like that ONE TIME you didn't want to tell him, he was so pouty and his hair was even deflated.

Once you let him know of your worries, he'll try to suggest ways where he can help you. Of course most of the time it's his silly ideas but it cheers you up a little because he's so funny.

"How about I go over and pretend to be a girl and join your friendly game next week!!"

"I'll totally be down to wear a skirt like yours baby! You look so cute in them!"

When you finally convinced him that it was okay and you didn't need any help, he'll try to cheer you up instead.

"OKAY! LET'S GO ON A DATE! AND HAVE LOTSA ICE CREAM!" He'll lift you up in his arms and spin in circles.

Tsukishima Kei

Knows you're upset but has no idea what to do. Low key panicking.

Decides to give you your space and cool off, hoping that you'd figure things out and just need some time to clear your mind.

Brings some water to you after awhile and gently pats your head.

"do you want me to be here?" he quietly asks.

he'd leave if you wanted to be alone and he'd stay with you if you said yes.

Puts his headphone over your ears and plays some of his favourite happy music for you. Then climbs into bed and lie next to you, scrolling on his social media and showing you any funny videos he came across.

When you've finally calmed down and had the energy to tell him, he listens and tells you not to care too much if it can't be solved.

He's right, but you still give a sigh anyway. This boy has no idea what are the right words to say, nor is he the romantic type, so he wraps his arms around you and pull you close to him, pressing a kiss on your hair.

"You hungry?"

Orders your favourite take outs plus desserts and you have dinner in bed while you binge on happy dramas together.

Miya Atsumu

"Ehhh? Who made my pretty princess upset??" he jokes light heartedly until he sees that you are indeed, really upset.

"hey hey," his voice suddenly drops a tone and he comes over to engulf you in a hug, "talk to me, baby."

He's totally team y/n whether or not you were right or wrong. "Sheesh, come on, tell him/her to just chill the fuck out! It's totally a small issue~"

If you're upset over something that is not regarding anyone, he'll give a little pout and kiss you on your cheek, "wish I could help shoulder some pain for ya, baby."

Holds you for soooo long, even your back is numb but his arms are fit as hell, so he doesn't feel sore at all.

After you're feeling slightly better, he'll carry you bridal style, "Let's go play some arcade or watch some movie or go to that cafe you always wanted to, baby!"

Won't take no for an answer, cause this man will carry you all the way into his car and peppers lots of kisses into your face until you have to swat him away.

"There's ma pretty princess~"

[blossomwritesthings]

𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝? 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞. | 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐰

part one | part two | part three | part four | part five | part six | part seven | part eight | part nine | part ten | part eleven | part twelve

pairing: minho x fem!reader (afab)

genre: veterinarian!minho (this includes a few of the skz members working in his clinic). client!reader. hurt/comfort. angst. fluff. smut - MDNI, 18+ only. reader pov. strangers to lovers au. slowburn romance. lots of pining.

content & warnings: explicit & strong language. very thematic elements. minho is reader's vet. reader's childhood cat suddenly gets diagnosed with cancer, and she has to make a big decision about what to do. this fanfic includes heavy topics like: pet euthanasia, extreme loss/grief, depression, the problems with pet healthcare, and more. there will be some humor/fluff placed throughout, and also smut somewhere along the way. :))

word count: 10+k (??)

summary: dr. lee minho is known throughout your area as the city's hottest veterinarian, and he's also the very man that's been taking good care of your two cats for the past three years. but one day, you're thrown down a dark path of heartache when the cat that you've grown up with - nyx - is diagnosed with an acute form of bone cancer. burdened with the hardest decision of your entire life, you come at a crossroads of what to do. and throughout it all, minho is the single most person who continually stays by your side.

a/n: i literally just thought up this idea over this past week, and i've been sitting on it and SITTING ON IT and i was like, damn it- i just need to write something!! 😭 so here we are lol... preview and all~ 💀 i have no idea how long this one will be, but i'm expecting it to be over 10.k words so... that's fun!!! 😍 i plan on trying to write this entire thing tmrw, but we will see if i can actually focus enough to sit down for 5 hrs and do such a thing. 🥸 and before anyone gets on my case about the heavy topics in this, i'd just like to put it on the record that i've gone through a similar experience to this with having to put my acutely sick childhood dog down almost 2 years ago. it's an incredibly difficult decision to make, and i wouldn't wish it upon anyone. but, i've always wanted to write an au with minho as a vet, and i feel like he'd be amazing at handling this type of thing. hope all of that makes sense... let me know what ya'll think of this! 💕

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You knew the moment that he sat down, that something was wrong. 

 Because usually, when his eyes caught yours as he walked through the examining room’s door, his entire face would light up with one of those brilliant smiles that women gushed over. Usually, he’d be the first one to crack a stupid joke - whether it was something lame about the weather outside, or about the crazy animal that he just had an encounter with before seeing you. 

 But this time? 

 No, this time it was very different. 

 His proud shoulders were slumped low, cheekbones dark with shadows, and plump, red lips pressed together in a firm line. 

 He clenched and unclenched his jaw once, 

 twice, 

 three times. 

 Then, and only then, did his eyes meet yours. 

 And they said all you needed to know. 

 Just by the way that his dark, chestnut-brown pupils danced with a myriad of emotions; apprehension, fear, compassion, but most of all… sadness. 

 “What is it?” 

 The words flowed from your lips before you even knew what you were asking, and almost immediately, you were sitting up a little straighter in your chair. Spine going rigid, fists growing tight at your sides. 

 Something swam, cool and deep, inside of you.

 Chilling you to the bone, with tense unease.  

 In the depths of your mind, you felt the pinprick of ominous heartache prodding at the fleshy part of your soul. 

 The part that was weak and emotional and so very tender all of the time. 

 “I’m so sorry.” 

 Was the first thing Dr. Lee said. 

 You already felt the tears flowing, unbidden and unchecked, warming your suddenly freezing cheeks, at the sound of ‘sorry’ leaving his mouth. Because he had never said such a thing to you before. And you never, ever, wanted to hear it come from him again. 

 “What’s wrong?” You prodded again, limbs growing a little shaky in your anxiety. Breath hitching in your chest agonizingly, you could physically feel your heart pushing against your ribs. 

 Aching, 

 Burning, 

 Already seeping with hurt, even though you didn’t quite know what was wrong just yet. 

 Dr. Lee ran a rough hand up and down his face, sighing into his palm, shaking his head once. Then, his fingers were running through his black locks, pulling at the roots just a tiny bit. 

 Almost like, this crushed him just as much as it was about to pain you. 

 “It’s about Nyx.” 

 Swallowing over the huge lump forming in your throat proved very difficult at that moment, but somehow - by some miracle - you did it. 

 Your tongue felt heavy inside of your mouth- like it was made of hard metal. 

 For a few beats, you couldn’t manage to form the right words, but when you did, you already felt the stability seeping out of you. Like you were a hot air balloon that had been poked with a sharp needle, with the hot air and sanity flooding from you in a single breath. 

 “I’m sorry, Y/N, I-”

 “Just fucking say it, Dr. Lee!” You suddenly exclaimed, voice straining from your quiet sobs. The fat tears rolled down either of your cheeks, leaving angry wet trails in their wake. 

 He was silent after that, gaze running up and down the length of you slowly. Like you were one of his animals that he assessed daily - like he was testing out your strength and resolve. 

 Then, his eyes snapped back up to meet yours, and they melted into two puddles of grief. 

 “It seems as though Nyx is suffering from an acute form of bone cancer.” 

 And just like, your heart completely stopped. 

 Each breath you took felt garbled and all wrong. 

 Your shaky legs and arms wobbled all around you.  

 The floor crumbled underneath your feet, 

 Breaking, cracking, shattering irrevocably. 

 And in that moment, you wished for nothing more but for it to open up completely, and swallow you whole. 

 Please, 

 Oh, fuck, please- 

 Just swallow me already. 

 Because anything, 

Anything, 

 Would be better than this newfound hell. 

To be continued...

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[rainbowbutterfrosting]

I'm so sorry. I took adderall then started thinking about cumplane. I should be executed.

I apologize for typos, but you can kill me

SO TRUE. He'd probably start as a png-tuber at first just because it's easy, cheap, and he doesn't know if he'll stick with it. It's just a hamster png that lights up if he's talking (but no animations).

SY hatewatches to some degree, especially if he talks about PIDW at all. He mostly keeps the streams in another tab just to keep an ear out. SY actually wouldn't discuss much of PIDW in chat since it's a rule not to heavily discuss direct plot points / recent chapters since it's still paid content. He might be slightly passive aggressive of "why did you drop x if it made him a better character?" but there's enough wiggle room that Airplane could interpret it as being genuine, and actually discusses how it would've been much of a different story if it was character-focused (Airplane probably wouldn't confess to his fans that it's because it pays his bills)

Sidenote, Airplane might not absolutely know that SY is Cucumber. Their typing styles are similar (proper capitalization and spelling), but the chatter is a lot more chill than the guy writing borderline essays about his smut being "ooc." SY's twitch username might be a different dick joke, something like "onestream-twovods" Ofc it's one dick two balls, but it also reflects that he watches a lot of vods, probably due to all the free time he has.

Post streamers don't notice the innuendo, and just call him "onestream." He doesn't care much, but he definitely feels clever when Airplane immediately notices and giggles. (SY likes it when he giggles- wait- no he doesn't, it's just better than Airplane screaming until his mic peaks). Airplane absolutely riffs on his username, often calling him "onepeen", "twobods", "two-on-one", and etc. SY weirdly likes his creativity, but he brushes it off as him wanting Airplane to be more clever in his writing.

Also, Airplane doesn't have any moderators for his stream. He doesn't have too many people in his personal life that he'd be comfortable confessing his online identity to, so it's just himself keeping an eye on chat. He ABSOLUTELY times out SY for 5 minutes when they're getting into too much of a fight. Airplane consistently threatens to ban him, but never follows through.

But either way, since money isn't much to SY, he's easily able to gift subs as he wishes. He'll give a sub to anyone in there for a while because he doesn't want anyone "to sit through trashy content and ads." Airplane rolls his eyes and thanks him anyway.

He doesn't stream a lot, maybe two days out of the week (he still needs to write PIDW and he has a day job on top of it). But when he does stream, it'd probably be a mix of gaming or art streams.

The art streams are either general doodles, or him drawing the characters. He probably doesn't do too much drawing, but he likes to gush about certain parts of a character's backstory and whatnot (he gets brainrot abt his blorbos, even if they're butchered in his current stuff). SY tries to push Airplane into actually writing a story like that, but he just shrugs it off.

For the gaming streams, it's one game over and over and he's continuing the same save. It'd be something relatively open world, but it's clear he's maxed out almost everything. Probably something like Minecraft or Subnautica (I personally think Minecraft fits him well because it's a bit more casual, and I can absolutely imagine him making penis structures around his base, probably naming them after chatters (the one with SY's username is very close to his base, and he yells at it a lot))

Also, SY backseat games SO much. But it's actually useful so he'll sometimes ask SY for help directly instead of asking chat. It's moreso for specific crafting recipes or very specific rng things; he trusts chat to spam when it's a simple answer that slips his mind.

But anyway, he really likes the game, but he doesn't play anything else on his streams, aside from "let's explore coolmathgames" or "guysguysguys- I'm so good at tetris, WATCH- *messes up immediately*" SY picks up on it, and asks what other games he plays. Airplane admits he doesn't have much, yapping miscellaneously about visual novels or how they're either too inappropriate for Twitch or too boring to play on his own. SY then sends a follow-up message asking for his Steam username. Airplane prefers not to give it because he wants to keep his streams and personal life separate, but if there's a game SY recommends, he'll check it out.

He hears a donation and smiles instinctively before his eyes widen. SY typically tends to stick to the amount required for TTS or gifted subs for semi-regulars. But instead, he sees a large donation with only the title of a game in quotes. He's speechless for a while, before he babbles a thank you and switches to a "be back" screen for a while. When the stream comes back, it's the game SY indirectly bought him.

(Whatever SY donated him was probably double the value of the game. I think he'd decide on Baldur's Gate 3, it's popular, decent writing, and it fits Airplane wanting to be chaotic and crude. SY pretends he didn't think about it for a few minutes- it's a good game anyway. He almost expects to learn what Airplane looks like from the avatar creator, but then he sees his beloathed streamer making the weirdest character ever, with the name "Kerflumpinzimpe")

It continues on for a while, and even though Airplane receives other donos, it's mostly because of SY that he's able to upgrade to a proper v-tuber. He's anxious to release it, so he sets a donation amount to reveal it. It's probably something like 250 dollars; decent, but managable across a month. However, what he doesn't expect is SY donating the exact amount with the comment, "It better be good, or use the money to get a better one."

Airplane chokes on his drink, and takes a while to recover. He stays true to his word, switches to a new "just chatting" screen, where the focus is on his avatar. He feels a bit shy, it probably isn't a good reveal for how much SY donated, but it's a relatively simple rig of him in a hamster onesie.

Chat is supportive, giving complements to him and the avatar. Airplane blushes but his focus is on a certain chatter- or the lack of him. He doesn't hear from SY for a while and he gets a pit in his stomach that he scared him away, before a simple chat message pops up, "I'm thankful it's not as inappropriate as you are." Relief is audible and he flirts with SY about what he "thought the avatar could've been ;)" before returning back to his usual antics.

SY stares at the screen for a while, admiring the- THE ART. Yeah, it's just good art, maybe simple, but he likes that it's not over accessorized; which is why he starts watching the streams out of the corner of his eye instead of only listening. It allows him to tease Airplane on smiling at something SY said, or how when Airplane is confronted with romance in a game, he'll go O////O for a few seconds, but roll his eyes at sex.

I don't know the exact dialogue, but I'm imagining it builds up to,

SY: You seem like you'd enjoy cheesy, plotless romance films.

Airplane: Eh, who's to say- it's interesting you're speculating about it. Are you fantasizing about me? *giggles* I tend to be your stream, aren't I?

SY: [switches the topic back to romance instead of sex]

Airplane: Um, y- yeah. Stuff like that is whatever. I don't know who wouldn't enjoy things like that. What about y'all, chat? What kind of movies- [etc etc, yapping]

It's semi-unrelated/not chronological, but SY totally plays Airplane on chess.com. He offers betting: x amount of subs vs a bonus stream on a day of his choosing. Airplane figures there isn't much to lose, and plays a match. He loses, "I was just rusty!!! Double or nothing, c'mon twopeen- Oh oops, I meant onepeen, but that's what you'd want, right? Shaking my head, it's after pride month, you can't want that anymore."

SY sighs disapprovingly and plays again, it seems to be going identically before Airplane takes his queen with a knight and puts him into checkmate simultaneously. SY stares blankly at the screen while Airplane gloats. "HA, I WIN I WIN I WIN, CLIP THAT CLIPPERS, WOOOOOO!! I beat onepeen, so what's next, the two pawns he has left?"

While he yaps, he receives the subs SY gambled originally. He gets a bit bashful, "Oh, it was double or nothing, that meant you didn't have to-" He sees the comment attached, "Well played. Sometime again?"

Airplane nods, but pops the question, "What day would you have wanted me to stream? I can probably shift some things around, maybe we can just play some chess." SY figures it's bait but he gives into the bit, "6/9" Airplane laughs, and SY almost throws away the idea, but he suddenly hears, "I've been losing track of time, I didn't know it was coming up. Sure, yeah, I'll stream." Chat is excited, saying things like "LOVE WINS"

Not sure how it would all end, but SY's birthday is 6/9 and he feels a bit pathetic, but there's no other way he'd rather spend that day.

SQH

I wasn’t a huge fan of Shang Qinghua at first but you made him grow on me and now he’s my very favorite character to write for. He is so fun to play with

[allovertheplace-writing]

Hii! Could you do hcs for Cove, Itto, and Diluc with a fem s/o (a random mix but still) who's just kinda intimidating on the outside? Tall, stoic, monotone, blank expression, stuff like that. But on the inside they're super emotionally fragile and kindhearted?

Our Life + Genshin Impact

Character(s): Cove, Itto, Diluc

Genre: Fluff

Type: Headcanon

Description: With your hard exterior, many have found themselves intimidated...but if your partner had to describe you, it'd be the opposite- sort of

Warning(s): Gender-Neutral Reader(My Default(Changed it to GN since Gender Doesn't Matter for This)), Mentions of Other Characters(Derek, Kujo Sara, Shinobu, Kaeya)

Hello! I absolutely can do this >:3

I hope you enjoy! Thanks for requesting btw <3

   ➢ Cove

You and Cove are like two pees in a pod, well...except that he always has his heart on his sleeve. But! Most people's, or at least Derek's, first impression of him was that he's intimidating!

He had a hard time understanding you when he was younger, prior to your current relationship. You both just became acquainted with one another and with the distance he liked to have with everyone...you weren't friends for a while(even though you wanted to be). A little 'are we friends?' will have him stumbling for a second, but he'll likely say 'we can be.' Now, depending on how young he was when you ask, he might just say 'we aren't.'

(8 y/o Cove is so blunt it hurts-)

Obviously, everything worked out eventually because you're together and he understands you a lot better! He knows the little shifts and habits that happen during uncomfortable or disinteresting conversations. He knows that you're sentimental and understands what hurts you(mostly because he's the same).

Majority of the time, he feels at complete harmony with you - especially with the way you bounce of each other on the daily! But there are days when something upsets you and he has no idea. Some things just never come up and he ends up hurting you at times. Cove always will get to asking what's wrong when he sees you upset and will immediately apologize(while also making a mental note of avoidance to what got you upset).

   ➢ Itto

He thinks you're on another level of Kujo Sara - though much sweeter, for sure. At first, Itto was, well, intimidated by you just as much as anyone else. Such a cold stare and unmoving face...AND YOU'RE TALL?? Obviously not as tall as the one and oni, but sheesh(I mean unless...)! To say the gang was also a bit scared would be an understatement. "They're like Shinobu, but-" "But scarier!" "Yeah!"

He ends up liking you immediately, though. You're kinda cool, you know! Itto finds out how nice you really are rather quickly, finding you helping about and taking care of the strays in the city within a week of meeting you(a part of him fell in love right then and there, but don't tell him I said that). He'd notice how certain things affect you and subconsciously make mental notes, sometimes physical ones that he ended up losing, so he could protect you and make you happy.

When you both became each other's partner, he already understood you a great deal because of his observations. His jokes landed a good amount of the time, occasionally getting a chuckle or huff from you, and his hugs were reciprocated all the time- who wouldn't be a happy oni when it came to that?

He knows how to cheer people up, even without meaning to at times, so you're guaranteed to always have comfort for your hidden woes. Anytime he ends up making you upset, he's instantly apologizing- he doesn't even know for what yet either! He just knows you're not in a good mood, he caused it, and thats a no-no.

A ridiculous oni, he is. But he's your ridiculous oni.

   ➢ Diluc

How people view him doesn't matter to him, but Diluc does know he comes across as stoic most of the time. The untouchable wine boss, if you will(Kaeya has a death wish, you swear-). He understands that being such a sturdy person on the surface can lead to people leaning on you for support, even as you crumble apart on the inside. He, out of the many, knows perfectly well that there's more to someone than just their outward demeanor. And so, he offers his presence and gives you someone to talk to when he picks up on those small habits and twitches. He may not speak of his problems, but that doesn't mean everyone has to be the same!

That had been the beginning of his comfort and it still remains today - alongside your own, of course. It hadn't felt fair when he was the only one offering a shoulder to metaphorically cry on and you returned it in your own ways rather quickly. Obviously, comfort isn't the only thing in your relationship. There's plenty of silly moments that have you smiling ever so slightly when you remember them. Such as when you both tried baking cookies in random shapes whilst trying not to get caught by Madeline. You wouldn't get in trouble, but it was fun to act so. It was like you were children again, whispering and freezing at every creak the wood wallowed out.

In the end, the cookies got burnt - who could blame you when he decided, randomly, to smear some left over cookie dough on your cheek? Of course you were going to do it back! Friendships turned to something else and now you're both here. Two intimidating softies so very in love with each other.