#HIS HAIR GAVE ME AN EXTRA 20 YEARS OF LIFE

[kaitosimp]

"Sprite edit thing."

ASDFHDKDKLSLS STOOOOP THIS IS SO FREAKING PRETTY AND COOL OH MY GOD 😭😭😭😭😭😭💞 I'M LEGIT BLOWN AWAY RN THIS LOOKS AMAZINGGGG AND IT MAKES ME SO HAPPY JUST LOOKING AT IT

I MEAN LOOK AT HIM, HE'S ALL SPARKLY AND GLITTERY AND GLOWY AND HE'S GOT A LIL STAR ON HIS CHEEK AND GALAXY BITS IN HIS HAIR, I'M CRYING AT HOW AESTHETICALLY PLEASING AND HELLA COOL AND AMAZING THIS EDIT IS 🥺😭💜💜💜 HIS HAIR IS EVERYTHING TO ME RN, PLUS THE FACT YOU MADE HIM POC??? ABSOLUTELY, I LOVE THIS SM AND I'M SAVING IT ASAP THANK YOU VERY MUCH

[sfthyuka]

SCORE MORE , WIN HEART

Synopsis : after taking a break from school, you're back in time for the club selections, sadly your usual Fashion designing club gave up your seat to another girl and there are no openings in any other club but fear not the principal has one position for you, be the manager of the football team, aka the group filled with drop dead gorgeous boys who for some reason can't leave you alone, especially that 6ft Black haired boy.

Pairings : jock!Ni-ki × fem!manager!reader.

parts : pt 1 . pt 2    [ongoing] 

Genre : fluff, angst, bullying, oblivious reader, niki being bold bold, over protective players over their managers, strangers to friends to lovers, violence, broken bones.

masterlist

You stared at dismay at Hyein who at least had the decency to look apologetic as she nodded " Im sorry Y/n, we didn't really expect you back.. " she trailed off , uncertain what she could say to justify why.

Right you didn't expect me back this year

You bit back the remark, sighing as you looked at her " it's fine, I'll just check with the principal and see. ". Hyein smiled and walked back inside leaving you alone. Your smile dropped as you turned around.

You opened your locker and delicately kept your camera inside, now you probably had to use it outside school, you would deal with it later, you had to sign up to at least any club to get the extra credit you missed due to being absent.

" Mr. kang, it's me Y/n ". You said as you meekly opened the door to the brightly smile welcoming you in.

Mr. Kang gestured to the seat in front of him and said " well i suppose it didn't work out? ". You nodded " is there any other club i could join?  I really do need the credit". You asked as he pondered over it. There was a tense 5 minute gap as he thought over it before sighing and shaking his head. 

" Sadly Y/n, there isn't I'm afraid ".

You gulped as you wondered what you would do. You weren't a top scorer student , having grades good enough to be at least in the top 20 in your class, Suddenly Mr. Kang spoke up " well i had this special request and if you take it, I'll give you the credit and whatever you want and to be honest i trust you and you are a capable person."

sadly you were tempted by the credits which you so desperately needed.

Extra credit?? You were not giving this up

" okay i guess i could sign up for it ". you said , unfortunately sealing your future for the rest of your school life unaware how much this would change your life. 

" Great! Well head over to Kangta's room and tell him i sent you for the football teams manager. "

Manager- wait did he just say-....’

and so here you were , in front of his office , knowing once you knock on the door . there would be no coming back . You groaned internally , the only reason why you were here was one the very tempting offer and two you really had no better things to do other than roam around during after school . You sighed and firmly knocked on the door , hearing a muffled come in.  

“ Mr.kangta? its me Y/n , the principal sent me.” you said as you nervously stood in front of the coach who looked at you , his expression filled with hope and expectation “ really- he sent you?”. 

you frowned “ yeah- why?”. he chuckled “ well i mean you seen the team , girls who come here are on their personal agenda and Mr.Kang sure spoke highly of you Y/n , i hope you are here to sign up?”.  well screw his face , his hopeful expression made it extremely hard for you to say no. you awkwardly scratched your head and nodded “ well yeah i'm here to sign up unless-?”.

he beamed “ excellent choice Y/n , well there's no practice on Mondays , its a free day so we’ll start from tomorrow , practice starts at 3 , i hope you’ll enjoy the football team .” 

you went in search of your friend , desperate to tell someone. 

“ you are KIDDING me !.” eunseo screeched as you broke the news to her on wednesday , she looked almost offended you did not tell her yesterday , you awkwardly shrugged “ i mean it's not such a big deal , its just a football team.”

Eunseo choked “ Y/n , its not just a football team , i mean yes but y/n the schools most drop dead gorgeous boys who are literally greek gods are there and you are saying its just a team.” she exclaimed as you paused .

“ I guess they are good looking.”  Eunseo sighed and looked around and leaned in “ Try to get me Jay’s number will you?”.

“ Eunseo!.” you scolded her as you glanced at your watch , “ well i have to go , ill see you later.” you waved at her and walked away , hearing a distant “ tell me how it went!”.

Never in your life had you imagined you would ever be a manager ,you wondered what they could have told about you to make you sound so capable . You walked out into the ground , your eyes scanning the ground scattered with boys , either busy warming up or talking around. Your eyes fell on a group of boys sitting near the goal post and seeing them you immediately realised who they were .

The famous boys who you- you paused when you realise you don’t even know their name properly . Or who it was. The entire female students at your school would be disappointed in you and would have disowned you. 

“ Y/N!.” you froze as you felt everyone's glance on you as they watched their coach jog towards you , giving you a firm slap on your back and ruffled your hair. An action that almost feels like a habit for him. He coughs and looks around .

“ well what are you looking for , come here!” . within seconds almost every scrambled together and stared at you in interest . You smiled softly as Mr.Kang patted your shoulder and introduced you.

“ Welcome Y/n , your manager.” 

There was a pin drop silence before you felt yourself being pushed forward , and the next you being surrounded by boys asking you questions from everywhere. You gulped and tried your best to answer them or at least trying to understand what they were asking. 

“ GUYS! GIVE HER SPACE.” a boy said as he tried pulling everyone back , and they all listened to him.

maybe he’s the captain?

“ Hi y/n , im Yang Jungwon , sorry .” he glared at the boys who looked everywhere else except him. he sighed and looked at you “ I hope you’ll stay and do your work properly.” he said and turned around . You blinked before walking towards the coach to know what you had to do as their manager. 

You quickly noted your jobs and asked “ Jungwon mentioned that he hoped i would stay? Was there anyone before me?”. Mr.kangta looked taken aback and shrugged “ There was one girl and she suddenly left no explanations , i never really talked much to her to be honest .” 

you hummed and stood up “ all right then , let me fill up these bottles first.” you picked up the bottles and filled it.Noting the names on the bottle. You had to admit after you were done filling the bottles and placing it on the table , you watched Heeseung and Jake [ you hoped ] were playing , you got distracted .

“ Watch yourself.” a deep voice spoke up behind you , you took a step back looking at the tall guy behind you, he raised an eyebrow and extended his hand out , grabbing the bottle from your hand “ that's mine.” He looked at you and turned around.

And fuck did your heart just skip a beat?

At least two days had passed and by far no one in the team had approached you to talk , which wasn't really that upsetting  but you were kinda bummed out hoping you might make some friends . Well you could have approached them but seeing their pretty blank faces made you rethink twice.

At least Jungwon and Sunoo talked to you , barely but it was a start nonetheless. The rest of them collectively ignored you. Or kept their interactions minimal . You wiped your sweat as you sat down . Okay was it you or did your jobs suddenly increase . From filling the bottles to grabbing some shoes to running across the school. you were exhausted but hey at least this was some exercise for you to keep fit. 

“ Man if i wasn't late , i could have joined the photography club “. you complained unaware of the male next to you.

“ You didn't wanna join us?”. you gasped and almost cursed what was up with these people sneaking up on you. 

“ I mean yeah jake , what did you think i was your fangirls or what?”. you asked , genuinely curious. The sheepish expression on his face confirmed it as you chuckled “ Well understandable but to be honest i only knew who you were exactly after i joined the club and that's because of the jersey.” you admitted.

you stood up and picked up your bag “ Anyways i really have to go , ill see you around jake , bye!.” you waved at him and walked away. 

he stared at your disappearing figure , chuckling as he buttoned up his shirt. You were interesting and jake had hoped you were different. 

“ She didn't even notice it .” 

The next day to say you were surprised was an understatement , you saw Heeseung and Jay in the corridor and heeseung high fived you and jay smiled at you , exchanging pleasantries.  

“ Y/n please tell me i saw it right but did you just talk to Jay and Heeseung!?”. Eunseo practically screeched in your ears as you rolled your eyes . “ i mean i am their manager .” Eunseo complained as she said how calm you were. 

You quickly went to the club room , you did notice something you really wanted to touch up and restore its beauty to it. Pulling it out of the box , you grinned as you quickly folded it as small as you could before delicately keeping it inside your bag. It was a well known fact that the tournament was going to start and you thought you would repair it before it. 

“ Oh hey there Jake.” you greeted the boy who was leaning on the wall , he grinned at you. 

he deserves the praise 

“ hey Y/n , what's your plan for lunch?”. he says as he puts his arm around your shoulder . If you were taken aback  , jake paid no attention to it. You internally screamed in your head as you replied back “ me? well nothing to be honest , my friend can’t usually make it .” 

Jake grinned “ Great ! join us for lunch !.” 

well this was awkward 

somehow you were sitting between Sunghoon and Ni-ki  , two extremely tall guys , honestly hard to read and come on , an ice prince on your left and a intimidating boy. You sipped your juice trying to focus on what sunoo was talking about it. Heeseung occasionally met your eyes and winked at you causing you to look at him confused before brushing it off as friendly winks.

“ Y/n , what do you have after school?”. Jay asked as he leaned on the desk . You raised an eyebrow “ i have to go to the art store for some things , why?”. Heeseung nodded “ Do you want to hang out with us?”. You stared at them and pointed at yourself “ Me?”. 

“ Yeah if you don’t mind?”. jungwon added in. You smiled in apologetic manner and turned down the offer “ Maybe some other time , like tomorrow after practice.” Unaware of the surprised glances thrown at your way , you stood up and said “ So ill see you later guys.” 

This time it was Ni-ki who spoke up “ Well i guess You were right Jake Hyung.” Jake laughed and leaned back on his chair with a i told you so expression . And extended his hand as jay grumbled and slapped the money in his hand. Jake blowing him a kiss as he kept it inside his wallet. 

Buying the necessary supplies , you stare at your bags in regret. Maybe you had overestimated your purchases, there was no way you could carry this all together with your bag and the weight of the banner already pulling you down. You bit your lips in sadness as you folded up your sleeves , ready to lift it. Maybe you should have left the banner back at school and taken it back tomorrow , allowing you to work on it during the weekend. 

You managed to reach a quarter of your way back home. Seriously regretting it , you groaned as you complained “ why did i even do this today.” 

you really had not planned out your journey. Suddenly you felt the things in your hand being lifted and taken away . your eyes widened as you looked at the boy in front of you walking , he glanced back and asked you in his deep voice, sending waves of electricity through your spine.

“ You coming?”. 

[lericekrispie]

With the new TMNT movie coming out soon, me and my brother have been binge watching the 2012 TMNT series!!! It's his first watch through, and its been so nostalgic for me. And as always, I'm addicted to my character designs so I thought I'd share

NOTES:

Age 15: They all get the same uniform the first time they go to the surface, I can imagine Splinter handing the uniform down as a heirloom, or he created it just for them :) they are so young, don't know what they are getting into or who they are yet, just babies. I tried to keep it as turtle inspired as possible

Age 16: They are getting a little older, finding themselves more. They would be getting more into human culture, watching human TV and getting April to get clothes for them so for the first time they can express themselves through their clothes. They keep elements of the uniform throughout the changes, but their clothes grow and evolve with them. Also, Mikey repping the gay and MLM colors :)

Age 17: Around the battle for New York, they had to leave just in the clothes they had, and don't get update clothes until they do the spiritual journey into the forest. They have seen and experienced harder things that have caused them to grow up faster, and have experienced life threatening injuries, and in Leo's case, his leg that for the rest of his outfits will be extra armored.

Age 18: They are more confident in themselves, their fighting style, and while not having a lot of down time, they value it immensely. This is the most free their outfits have been, the most them, without an excessive need to look a certain way. To look tough, to be armored, to be practical. It really is the outfits of where the highest of their skills meet the least unburdened they will be, shortly after this they will dress to send a message or project a certain image, will have seen their father die to shredder, and the world destroyed. Also She/Him Leo and Ace Donnie :)

Age 19: While understanding more who they are, the brothers now have certain ways they are trying to present themselves and the way these burdens have made them try to protect themselves. These outfits are based off of the Shredder Killer outfits. Leo is trying to present as armored, with unbreakable defenses, like a hero or a knight, for his allies to know that she will protect them, and for the enemies to know exactly who she is on the playing field, and hopefully draw attention away from her brothers as the leader. Raph has always presented more punk and tough, but now he shows it more in the jacket he wears, covering more skin, being less confident about where he is going to be hit and if he can take it. The shoulders and hair make him look bigger than he actually is. Donnie goes full practicality mode, adding more spaces for pockets and armor. Mikey also looses some of his colors he wore, in leu of stealth and being safer on the battle field.

Age 20: Set after the show, who knows what happens, but they are now adults and can put some space between what had happened and have time to digest. Leo doesn't un-armor, but she lets her hair grow longer and wears a longer cape, a sign of time passing and growing maturity, as well as taking on the title as the last sensi of the Hamato Clan. Mikey still wears fun clothes, but he has chosen his uniform to be more akin to his childhood uniform splinter gave them, in honor of his memory and their culture (like hes taking his childhood back, not letting the years lost mean his life is over kinda). Donnie only makes a couple adjustments, like covering skin- to show how the events have shaken him and made him feel more vulnerable, but adding more brown into the mix, showing hope and a peace that might be on the horizon. Raph grows into his skin more, loosing the sharp silhouette and having a more rounder one, showing his sharp edges calming down in a time of peace, and letting his hair down as he has time to relax. They all have the Hamato Clan sigil on their clothes :)

If you read that, Just scroll between ages 15 and 20. Crazy shit this is why I die for character design :')

[woklaza]

New Year Special

Happy Late New Year! For the arrival of 2024 here's a little spoiler/extra to my SKK Actors AU! Could be read without much context! Think of this as an alternative ending to my fic that was still unfinished. I'm delusional.

Dazai stared at the peeling ceiling while slumping on the waiting room's leather couch. His foot was subconsciously tapping in rhythm as a figure finally walked into the room. It was the woman the show assigned to interview him.

The questions were typical, and Dazai, as normal, responded with the utter bare minimum answer. He hated interviews. He did not understand why such mind-numbing activities were apparently made for him when he could have been doing much more productive work.

But Dazai couldn't cut the conversations short or just escape the interview, unlike how he usually does with skill. Because this was a live show.

"So, Mr Dazai, can you fill us in about your love life?" Asked the interviewer, grinning.

Dazai held back the urge to roll his eyes (Not this question again) before plastering his smile. "It's just like how people see it?"

"Come on Mr Dazai, we can all see it. Your type, I mean. But is there a deeper meaning to how you, well, date? Just after you turned 18, you've dated more than 20 girls."

Dazai smiled, and the woman continued.

"A few people noticed that the people you dated all had red hair and blue eyes. Is there a reason for that?"

That should be the last question. Dazai sighed. "Just a coincidence, I guess."

Through a laptop screen, Chuuya watched the live. A wine glass at the tip of his mouth, the red liquid slipping into his mouth. His face was red, and he slammed the laptop shut.

Counting back, it has been 4 years since Dazai left. Chuuya ruffled his hair but quickly stopped. Maybe it's a good idea to dye his hair and start wearing coloured lenses.

It was a terrible day. Dazai walked down the streets, the wind berated him the entire way from the recording studio to his apartment. You would think Oscar-level movie star Dazai Osamu would have at least a private driver, and yes he does have one, but once in a while, walking unarmed may seem a good idea. Just in case someone that he actually wants to be attacked by would attack him. But with not even a bodyguard with him, all he received was fans taking selfies and autographs. No wanted attacker.

Incoming call from Slug...

Dazai went into a café and answered the call. It being 8:01 pm, the café seemed almost deserted.

"Hello?"

"Mackerel."

"What was the call for?"

"I watched your live."

"Cool." Not cool at all.

"Where are you? I'll pick you up."

"Chuuya, you're drunk."

"Where are you?" Chuuya remained stubborn.

Dazai looked at the logo on the menu. Oh, it's this café. He managed to enter the most expensive café of Japan. That's why it's so uncrowded.

"Your favourite café."

"What makes you think my preference didn't change?"

"I'm your partner."

Chuuya looked up from his seat. In front of him was the bandaged brunette he once worked with.

"Hello, partner." Dazai hung up.

Chuuya blinked. "Partner? You left for 4 years." He rubbed his forehead, he knew he was intoxicated. That was what gave him the courage to press "Mackerel" on his phone. The number he failed to delete after 4 fucking years.

"I'm here now, right?"

"After 4 years?"

"Better than never."

Dazai sipped from the glass of wine. It's a Petrus, each sip dripping with wealth.

"You want me to drop you home?" Asked Dazai.

I hope you enjoyed this extra part! If you enjoyed this, the link to my fic is here:

Hope you guys have a wonderful 2024, and sorry for the lack of activity, I'm gonna be online a lot more now.

:)

[anjaelle]

Warped | Part I

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Characters: Jake 'Hangman' Sersin x Black!Reader (Late 20s) x Mickey 'Fanboy' Garcia Word Count: 3k Warning: Unreality (basically) Summary: A road trip cuts through a small, nowhere town and gets a little freaky. a/n: I'm a bitch who loves to be a little extra with her plots. Below is an accompanying mixtape with some vintage bangers.

Masterlist | ꩜The Warped Mixtape ꩜

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"C'mon, c'mon. Work with me."

SIGNAL NOT FOUND

"Fuck."

You sat, stranded and exhausted, in the middle of a strip mall parking lot. You'd crossed over into a small town in the middle of nowhere--you think you saw a sign that said "MILLERSFORD." But you'd been driving for hours, and could've easily confused it for someplace else. The neon lights of the 24 hour convenience store buzzed menacingly, and the cashier curiously eyed your car from the inside. Your cell signal refused to cooperate, it was an hour until midnight, and you were beginning to run low on gas.

You mentally kicked yourself for blindly thinking you'd start the new year in a new city, among friends.

You swallowed hard and slouched down in your chair, well aware that you'd need to find a place for the night. You couldn't keep driving under these conditions.

As you pushed the store's door open, a bell rang announcing your arrival. The middle aged, blonde cashier brightened up. It was then that you noticed that she was wearing a colorful garland around her neck, attached to a flask.

"Hey there! Happy almost New Year!"

She blew a tiny kazoo and you couldn't help but tiredly grin at her enthusiasm. Her joy would be infectious if you weren't dead on your feet.

"Same to you. Um--" you glanced briefly at the TV behind her, showing the raging crowd in New York. "--Is there anywhere nearby where I can sleep for a bit? I've been on the road for most of the day and I need to lay down."

She leaned forward on her elbows and hummed in thought. "There's an inn a few minutes down the road." She pointed south, into the darkness, "That probably has some vacancies. I think Dawn's boy might be working the check-in there." The woman giggled and shook the flask that appeared to be empty now, "I need to ease up on the sauce. I forget the boy's name. But let him know that Janie told ya about it, and you might get a little discount."

You weren't sure you really needed a discount for a small town inn, but you appreciated the friendly reminder anyway. You grinned, thanked her, gave her a tip for her troubles, and dragged yourself back to your car to contemplate your life and terrible choices.

"'No, I won't take the train'," you murmured to yourself, "I'll drive. It'll be nice to be alone.' What an idiot."

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Dawes' Inn wasn't particularly difficult to find. The bright green vacancy sign beamed like an oasis in the middle of a vast desert. You could almost smell the hotel disinfectant the minute you got out of your car. And as you rolled your luggage through the dimly lit lobby, you noted how depressing everything looked. Faded floral wallpaper decorated the walls, and a church service played on the flat screen mounted on the wall. The overhead ceiling fan lazily circulated, moving around the humid air that was uncharacteristic of December...but apparently normal for the area. Your t-shirt clung to your back and your braids were beginning to frizz at the root. Your skin felt sticky. Your mouth felt dry.

As you crossed the lobby to the concierge desk, you noticed a college-aged boy with blue hair and tattoos, reading a comic book. On the wall behind him was a large American flag with a framed photo of Donald Trump in the middle. You pursed you lips, and began to consider if sleeping in your car would be the better option. The boy glanced up at you and waved politely.

"Hey, sorry," he motioned with his book, apologetically, "I was kind of in the zone."

"No problem. I just wanted to get a room for the night." Your eyes glanced up at the photo again, and he followed your gaze, then winced.

"My Aunt Ginny's idea. Sorry..." he placed the comic book under the counter and began typing away at the desktop, "I promise, me and my mom aren't like that."

"That's comforting to know." At this point, you didn't have much interest in small talk. Sleep crept up on you, and you hid your yawn behind your hand. Getting the gist of your capacity for conversation, the boy rushed to get your information. As you mentioned Janine from down the road, he rolled his eyes but laughed.

"I swear, she'd be our official marketing rep if she wasn't so stubborn."

He tore your receipt from the printer and handed it over, along with two keys ("One for the safe and one for the door. They're labelled."). As you hauled ass across the parking lot, you checked your phone and saw that it was 10 minutes until midnight. You'd given up hope on getting to watch the ball drop. What was the point, if you were alone in an unknown town? It was just another day now.

The room was clean, at the very least. The scent of lemon cleanser smacked you across the face. You sighed tiredly.

5 minutes to midnight.

You pushed your bag under the writing desk beside the entrance and collapsed onto the springy, quilted bed. The digital alarm clock on the nightstand had to be as old as you are, if not older. It looked like something you'd find in your grandmother's house.

1 minute to midnight.

Your eyes drifted closed. You missed your parents. You briefly wondered if you should call them. You knew they'd very likely answer you, but your pride wouldn't allow you to concede.

10...9...8...7...

Someone in the distance shot off a gun. Or maybe it was a firecracker. Your head was pounding. You should've taken ibuprofen.

4...3...2...1...

HAPPY NEW YEAR AND YOU ARE LISTENING TO KMRB, PLAYING THE BIGGEST HITS OF TODAY

The clock went off, blasting the radio at damn near full volume and causing you to shoot out of the bed with a start. The sun peeked from behind the floral curtains and you shielded your eyes. As you reached for the nightstand, you noticed that it was 9am and that you'd been dead to the world far longer than you'd intended.

"All you've got is this moment Twenty-first century's yesterday You can care all you want..."

Through the fog of confusion, you managed to find the volume button and turned the music down so you could collect your thoughts.

"Huh," You rubbed your tired eyes. You heard people chattering outside of the door and numerous car doors slamming. It was the most life you'd heard since your arrival to the small town. First things first, you needed to find your phone. You could've sworn that you'd put it on the nightstand, but it may have fallen in your sleep. You looked around, moving the pillows and the blanket. You jumped to your feet and pulled the blankets off, listening for the telltale clatter. When nothing fell out of the sheets, you groaned in frustration and dropped to your knees to look under the bed.

"Fuck..." you mumbled, "Did I leave it in the car?"

If you did, it was very likely dead by now. You looked down at yourself to see if you could get away with running out to your car and running back without being judged for your appearance. Rumpled denim short-shorts and a tank top wouldn't be the most risque thing to show up on the streets of a town like this. You decided to risk the judgement.

As you crossed the threshold and stepped onto the scorching hot motel pavement, you squinted through the sunlight to see the parking lot filled with cars and people. When you took a closer look, you noticed how old the cars looked, and how outdated people were dressed. You could tell the confusion was evident on your face as your eyes swept over the scene in front of you.

A chorus of excited voices chattered over one another as they walked in the direction of the hotel lobby--presumably for breakfast. The freeway was busy with traffic, which was a large difference from how empty it was the night before.

A few women around your age walked by you, one clad in a pink sundress with ruffles across the neckline and the other in a blue polka dotted dress, with hair teased higher than you knew was even possible. They were deep in conversation when you waved them down.

"Excuse me?" You asked as they passed. They stopped and regarded you, the blonder of the duo in the pink dress looked you up and down and frowned. You couldn't get a read on what that expression meant. But you powered through the urge to question it, "Hey. Sorry to interrupt. Is there a convention going on or something?"

They exchanged confused glances, then looked back at you.

"...A convention?" The polka dotted dress asked.

"I mean, everyone is wearing vintage stuff. The cars?" You motioned in front of you. You were confused what THEY were confused about.

The two women exchanged glances again and the pink dress squinted at you.

"What the hell are you talking about? Vintage? This is custom made." She turned to her friend and scoffed, "Cassie, is she crazy?"

You squinted back, "Are you playing with me? Are you guys in character or something?"

"You're insane. Crack is wack, you know." The pink dress said, guiding her friend away. "You'd think they'd be more selective about who they let into this place."

"Oh get over yourself," you called back. "It's a MOTEL in West Nowhere. Not the Ritz Carlton."

You'd be more upset about the microaggression--macroaggression, really--if you weren't sure you were surrounded by people who were in on a joke you didn't know about.

You decided to just get to your car, find your phone, and head back to your room so you could plan the rest of your trip accordingly.

But you couldn't find your car anywhere. In the sea of ancient red and silver cars, or cars with wooden paneling, you couldn't find your trusty 2018 Honda Accord anywhere in sight. You walked between the rows, growing more frantic by the minute.

"Where the hell are you?" you muttered in frustration. You decided to fish out your keys to click the unlock button, and the car that responded was...not your car.

It was a Honda. It had your plates. It was the same bright red color But it was NOT yours.

You backed away from it and looked down at the keys in your hand to see that it didn't match the ones you had last night.

"Cool, cool, cool, cool. Someone's just playing a trick on me." You muttered. You felt your breathing picking up and you turned on your heels to rush to the hotel lobby. Following the crowd of people, you heard bits and pieces of conversation.

"...and I told Clara that it's expensive to go to West Berlin. We're trying to save for college here..."

"...forced to take Benny to the mall. I dunno, I might just leave him at the arcade..."

Some song from the 60s played through the speakers in the lobby--which looked much more vibrant than it did the night before. And as you rushed to the front desk, you caught sight of the smiling portrait of Ronald Reagan beaming at you evilly from the wall that had an entirely different portrait just 9 hours before. The young woman behind the counter smiled curiously at you, as you absolutely had a look of both confusion and panic written all over your face. She wore a sky blue dress with huge shoulder pads, and her hair in a big, feathered style that you imagine took a very long time to do. You were impressed with her dedication to the bit.

"Good morning, sweetie." She popped her gum cheerfully as she shuffled around some papers in front of her. "How can I help you?"

"Hi, um...I need a little bit of help here. I can't seem to find my car. I thought I parked it in the spot designated for my room, but maybe I made a mistake. I was pretty tired last night."

She waved away the apologetic tone of your request, "It happens to the best of us. I wasn't in last night, so I won't be the best person to help you. But my cousin was. Let me go grab him from the back."

You thanked her profusely as she disappeared behind the office doors. And as your drummed your fingernails on the counter awaiting the blue haired boy from the night before, you thought about how worried your friends must have been. To them, you drove into the night and didn't show up the next day. They probably thought you were in a ditch somewhere.

You were deep in your thoughts when a blond man sidled up to the counter. A blond man who was absolutely NOT the person who helped you the night before. You felt hyper aware of the fact that you looked a mess. You were in last night's clothes, and you hadn't even washed your face, yet. And, still, his eyes raked over you like he was dying of thirst and you were a glass of ice water in the desert.

"Well, now...you're a sight for sore eyes. How can I help you, ma'am?"

He shot you a wide, flirtatious grin and leaned forward on his elbows. You forced yourself not to stare at the way his sleeves hugged his arms. Your car was missing. Now was not the time.

"Uh...hi. Hey. Um..." you mentally kicked yourself. Use your grown up words, Jesus Christ. "Could you please check to see what spot I was supposed to park my car in? I think I may have made a mistake, and I wanna double check."

He quirked a brow at you and leaned back slightly.

"When did you come in?" He pulled a massive leather bound book from under the counter and began thumbing through it.

"Around 11:45-ish."

His hand stilled over the pages and he peered back at you, curiously. "You sure?"

"Absolutely."

He hummed and tapped his fingers on the pages again, "I was here all night long, and I don't remember you coming in. And trust me...I would've remembered you."

You pushed away the warmth in your cheeks to clarify, "Well, you weren't at the counter last night. It was a boy. He was kinda young. Had blue hair and tattoos."

The confusion on his face intensified, "Nobody here looks like that. Ginny would have a fit." He suddenly laughed, "Are you sure you weren't uh...imbibing?"

You didn't laugh. This wasn't funny. You just wanted to know where your goddamn car was. You pulled your ID out of your pocket and handed it to him.

"Here. See if you can find my name in the system. I obviously made a reservation here if I have keys and managed to park in the lot."

He picked up the card and laughed again. It was a loud, sharp guffaw that made you even more annoyed than you already were.

"Are you pullin' my leg?" He said, laughing again, "Did you get this from one of those joke shops by the freeway?"

"What are you talking about?" You said, leaning forward on the counter. At this point, you were stopping yourself from jumping over it to strangle him.

He pushed the ID back over the counter and tapped his finger at your birth year.

"You need to go to the DMV and get this sorted if this is real, Marty McFly. How the hell are you gonna give me an ID saying you're born almost a decade from now? C'mon."

Now you were looking at him like he was deranged. Almost a decade from now? You looked at your ID again, and it looked the same as it always had.

"Are any of you ever going to just break character and help me?" You asked in frustration. "I'm sick of this. You weren't doing this yesterday!"

"I didn't know you, yesterday." He responded, the mirth of the situation still evident in his face.

If you had the energy, you would've jumped over the counter then. Instead you took a deep breath and asked if you could borrow his phone. You weren't surprised when you were handed a rotary phone instead of a cell phone. Because of course he'd do that.

You dialed the first number that came to mind, begrudgingly, and listened as someone picked up on the second ring. You expected to hear your mother's voice, but your heart stopped in your chest and your hand trembled.

"Hellooo hello... this is Myra Lloyd. Happy New Year!"

You nearly dropped the receiver. The voice was as clear as day, but younger than you remembered. And you hadn't heard it in over ten years. You swallowed hard. You had to be dreaming. This wasn't real.

"...Grandma?" You whispered, gripping the phone in your fist.

"Hello? I think you may have the wrong number, dear." She said, in her vibrant sing-songy voice that you missed so much. You heard a teenager calling for your grandmother in the background, and she responded, "Oh! It might be her. I'll ask. Are you looking for Deirdre?"

Your heart squeezed at the sound of your mother's name and you immediately hung up. Suddenly everything sounded far away and all the air escaped from your lungs.

You stared at the phone in shock, and the man behind the counter waved in front of your face.

"Hey...are you alright?"

You couldn't explain to him that you'd just heard your dead grandmother's voice on the phone. Who would believe you? You wouldn't have even believed it yourself if you hadn't heard it with your own ears.

"What year is it?" You asked, refusing to look him in the eye. You silently begged him to give you the right answer to prove you weren't going crazy. To maybe give you an ounce of relief. Even if there was no explaining what just happened...

"It's 1989."

"...Oh."

It was all you could muster before you blacked out and hit the floor of the hotel lobby.

[kaphyr]

Making Shigaraki Make Sense

Is anyone else confused by the “character” Shigaraki not his disjointed philosophy or whatever? I literally don’t get what’s going on as a writer. He’s confusing and I have no idea how to write him into a fic - and honestly, there are barely any Shigaraki-centric fics I like out there. 

(If you have any thoughts on Shigaraki’s character or recs for Shigaraki-centric fics (preferably ShigarakixIzuku) do leave them in the comments/DM me :D )

However! I found a solution - basically, I stopped being lazy and actually did the thing I normally do when writing a book: a Character Sheet!

Essentially, the way that I understand Shigaraki (by which I mean I don’t) didn’t gel with the story I was making or the relationships I was building, so, I figured I would build him from the ground up!

Which meant research. Ew.

First things first, I kept his physical description though I gave him scars where he got shot during the USJ arc. But since I don’t know what exactly he’s got going on with his skin, I thought I might explain it as a mixture of conditions: being extra dry (Catching UFOs by mrjengablock - which I just started reading - talks about how that might be helping him have direct contact with objects without oils/sweat getting in the way), stress-induced eczema, and a very mild dust allergy (lol). Also, I’m not leaving him like that just because! I’m doing that to show how little he cares for appearances (based on societal expectations) as well as not caring about the pain or even thinking that’s just how his life has to be for him.

Enter Izuku!

Izuku helps him take care of himself, buying him eczema cream, washing and styling his hair, and getting him petroleum jelly (which I assume would be the least painful and least likely to react badly with his cuts). This is how I can show that Shigaraki can compromise and does consider Izuku’s opinion and shit. 

Second: Shigaraki’s personality.

I basically used what was on the BNHA wiki but added that he cares about Izuku and that he gets less irritable as time goes on. He also feels proud when Izuku says/does things that go against the hero status quo. He also changes from believing in chaos for the sake of chaos and being directionless under AFO (seeing as in my fic AFO is dead).

Third: Shigaraki’s relationships

I did a lot of changes here, the most notable one being his relationship with Izuku. As Izuku didn’t go to UA, they didn’t meet until Izuku was 20 and they had a couple of one-night-stands that devolved into the mess of a labelless thing they have rn. Think open relationship with someone you’re constantly arguing with but would die for. 

Since LoV isn’t exactly a thing, rn, Shigaraki only has close contact with Dabi and Kurogiri. He still has a master/servant relationship with Kurogiri - actually, it is more pronounced here than in canon because AFO is dead so Shigaraki is his only boss. Dabi hangs around the bar and still works with him as muscle, tech guy, and a friend. He split up with Toga on good terms (this will become relevant later in my fic). He’ll meet Spinner online and they’ll bond over gaming. I think I’ll have him radicalize Spinner. We’ll see. As for AFO, he slowly realizes how AFO was just using him, moulding him.

Fourth: Shigaraki’s past.

It’s the same, lol. Except I’m pushing the USJ and training in the mountains arc to Katsuki’s last year in UA. Additionally, AFO and OFA die after his kidnapping.

Fifth: Shigaraki’s political ideology.

BNHA is inherently highly political and I don’t know why I’m surprised it’s such a letdown when it tries not to be. Honestly, some of my biggest gripes are right here. It’s trying to make Shigaraki an “anarchist” the way that the West colloquially understands them to be. (He wants to end society as it is and believes “the strong should live, the weak should die, and I am strong”.) Which. I can’t explain how much I find that annoying. In canon, he’s just an annoying manchild who can’t even take his thoughts to their logical conclusion. Dude, if you hate the fact that you were overlooked in a world where there are heroes and you suffered greatly, what do you think will happen to all the children in the world if you destroy it!?!!?!!

Anyways.

I’m not saying it’s unrealistic to make him this destructive while also making his grievances and actions clash - but it does make him stupid. Or willfully ignorant. And I don’t think he should be. He’s strong, he’s charismatic (in his own ways) and he already has a bunch of negative qualities (stubbornness, bad temper, etc.); he doesn’t need this.

So, instead, I’m making him start off with the same ideology except it’s going to get refined with AFO no longer controlling him and Izuku being in his life. I don’t wanna spoil too much but I’m thinking terrorism/stochastic terrorisim, using social media, (political) tailing (i.e. using other political movements to build your own), espionage, etc. All of it to expose how the hero system is corrupt, corrupted, and unnecessary and to find other ways for people to live the life they want to live no matter their quirk. Basically telling a story where you can imagine that he sees himself as the hero of his own story instead of an unthinking villain.

Would love to hear anyone’s thoughts on this. BTW, I found Lots of Thoughts about MHA by  sarehptar (Tumblr post version) to be a great resource when I was just staring to think about my BNHA fic: The Long Defeat.

[saltysideblog]

Mail Maiden Lore under the cut!

Her family moved around a lot when she was growing up. It was difficult to make friends (for reasons Saline would only come to understand once she was much older).

Her father was a carpenter. He made her first bow and taught her how to whittle.

She always looked up to her uncle. Whenever he would visit, he would tell Saline all about his "adventures" and shower her with trinkets brought back from far away lands. When he was away, he wrote her epic letters detailing all he'd seen in his travels.

Her uncle always encouraged her to explore and have fun, with or without friends;

Saline: No one wants to go sledding with me... :'(

Uncle: And? Do you not have a sled, girl?

Saline: Huh?

Uncle: Go out and sled, if you wait for others it'll be spring already!

Her uncle taught her how to use her bow and arrows, taking her on her first hunting trip... it ended in tears. To this day, the taste of rabbit stew doesn't sit right with Saline.

When she was around 16, she started putting on archery exhibitions for her neighbours to earn a little extra coin. They were surprisingly very successful and Saline enjoyed the cheering crowds.

At around 20 years old, Saline wanted to take her show on the road. Her parents were hesitant to let her go out on her own, but her uncle offered to travel with her. He became her impresario and the two had a great time together. She signed up for competitions, won a few prizes. All was well.

About three years in, her uncle disappeared. He left no note, gave no explanation. Saline returned home to her parents.

A year later, a kind hearted dungeon crawler delivered several letters he'd recovered from the Island dungeon. Some pages were missing, others damaged. Still, Saline was able to piece together the terrible secret her uncle had been keeping from her.

He was never an adventurer. Only a mercenary. A sword-for-hire, employed by less than reputable people to do less than reputable things. In his letters, he apologizes to his brother, Saline's father, for all he put his family through. He had left that life years ago, for her sake, but as soon as his old employers smelled money, they came a-knocking. They wanted Saline to throw a competition, they had a lot of money riding on it. Her uncle refused. They tried to sabotage her. He stopped them. Saline won and her uncle's old employer threatened her life. In exchange for her safety, her uncle promised to work off the "debt." The letters end just before he can write what floor of the dungeon he's stuck on.

Saline is heartbroken. If she had gotten these letters sooner, they might've been able to help. If only someone delivered to the dungeon...

Uncle's voice: And? Do you not have a bag, girl?

She takes it upon herself to make sure this never happens to anyone else. Her parents beg her not to, but she's always been stubborn.

She becomes the Mail Maiden. She doesn't earn nearly as much. She's tired and not eating well. She becomes underweight and difficult to recognize;

She crosses paths with the Touden party, who help her take better care of herself. They share recipes and hair care tips. They force her to rest. They seem genuinely happy to see her when they bump into each other.

She starts to fill out her clothes again, takes time to rest. She starts feeling like herself again... she's very grateful to her friends. She can keep running her mail delivery business. All is well.

[barkspawn]

If you’re still doing one shot requests, could you do one for Sebastian? This is so specific, but I’ve been thinking about it a lot, but maybe something based around his opening sentiment of “you’re new? Why would you choose Pelican Town, of all places?” (Obvi not his exact wording, but you get it)

I think I’m projecting because I’ve found myself careening towards a similar situation as our dear farmer lol. But I think it’d be interesting nonetheless.

*also sorry for any poor English, it is not my first language >_>

It's weird. I feel like Its been 20 years lol

There's a weird space that just wants to drink my tears

Thanks again for your patience. I hope you enjoy 💜

Amelia had spent the entire week meeting mostly everyone. The only person she knew that she was missing was Robin’s son Sebastian.

He apparently hardly ever left his room except to smoke or go to the saloon on Fridays with Sam and Abigail.

Amelia went to the mines on Friday this time. She'd had a particularly difficult morning and decided to go to the mines for some ore.

Unfortunately for her, the monsters were a little extra feisty tonight. She'd eaten probably five field snacks and it was getting late anyway.

She leans against the wall in the elevator, holding her shirt to the bleeding cut on her forehead. Thankfully, she layered a camisole under her shirt for warmth in the mines. She sighed as she walked out of the entrance, her backpack slung over her shoulder.

As she crossed the footbridge, heading to make her way to the mountain path. She walked down, shifting to adjust her backpack, dropping with a yell as a figure by the lake startled her.

“Shit,” she mumbled as she realized she had to pick up a bunch of stuff, “you scared the hell out of me.”

She hadn't even seen who was there, figuring it was Linus. When she looked up, she saw a taller guy who had longer dark hair, paired with all dark clothes.

“Oh, sorry. I didn't know… Well, this is a great first impression. I'd shake your hand but, well, mud and blood.”

“Uh, do you need help or something? I can call Harvey if–”

“No, no. Sorry. Let me start over. I'm coming from the mines, where I seem to have gotten a little in over my head.”

The man failed to suppress a smirk, exhaling the smoke from his cigarette upwards, “I see that. I'm Sebastian.”

“Well, hello Sebastian. I'm Amelia.”

“Oh. You just moved in, right? Cool.”

She laughed quietly, nodding, “that's a word for it.”

He gave a small nod, his eyebrows raised, “okay, I've got to ask. Out of all the places you could live, you chose Pelican Town?”

“It sounds like someone isn't the biggest fan of life here,” she laughed, shifting to adjust the cloth on her head, “it was my grandfather's farm. He died and left it to me a long time ago apparently. I lived in Zuzu… Well, it's a long story.”

He seemed to perk up at the mention of Zuzu, “what was it like living there?”

She offered a small smile, joking, “depends. Do you have an hour?”

“Well, yeah,” he responded, serious. She watched him turn to lean against the tree nearby, “I'm not asking you for personal info… I just like the idea of living there, you know?”

“Yeah, I do. But honestly? It wasn't everything I wanted it to be. I'm, well, I like to keep to myself. I thought moving to the city would be great for my independence and I could just… Have my own space.”

Sebastian nodded, like everything she was saying made perfect sense. He was listening rather intently, “sounds perfect. Why would you leave?”

“Because it ended up being overwhelming. I had a shit job because I couldn't find any that suited what I wanted to do. Rent is fucking expensive. I had to stay with two roommates and still pay 1000 gold monthly. Note that roommates are definitely not helpful if you want to be independent. It also doesn't help if the jobs pay like shit.”

Sebastian frowned, considering, “yeah, but you're still on your own. With all of those people you just blend into the crowd. I'm sure if you look hard enough you can find a studio apartment for relatively cheap.”

“I wish I could say you're right,” she sighed, pulling the shirt from her face as it was thankfully hardly bleeding now. Sebastian gave her a look as if pointing out how she looks like hell, “I'm good. Listen, if you find an apartment for that cost, you're going to be in a bad area or have to use communal bathrooms. Trust me, neither situation is worth it.” she watched as Sebastian frowned, “also, I'm sorry but that's not what being in a crowd does. In my experience, being around all of those people is terrifying. You don't know who is judging you or if someone is going to hurt or steal from you. I also just don't like being in crowds and being touched by strangers.”

There was a long pause as Sebastian lit another cigarette. He never really chain-smoked, but somehow he needed another tonight.

“That's perfectly reassuring, thanks,” Sebastian deadpanned after a long drag.

“Hey, I'm not trying to piss in your cereal or anything. I just know how it is to want something so badly that I ignore the bad.”

His eyebrow arched, a small smirk growing as she spoke. He was going to stress about Zuzu now and it's not like he could move right now anyway. So, he avoided the topic.

“Piss in my cereal?”

“You know, like ruin your day or whatever.”

“‘Piss in your cereal’ is definitely more interesting.”

Amelia laughed and shook her head looking over at him, “you know Sam warned me you'd make fun of me if you thought I was cool.”

Sebastian’s smile fell, “Sam is such an asshole,” he sighed.

Amelia laughed and held the shirt to her head again, “pleasure meeting you, Sebastian.”

She turned and gathered her backpack, hoisting it over her shoulder. She heard him mumble something, likely still embarrassed about Sam’s comment.

“Oh, and Sebastian?”

He turned, eyebrows raised, “what's up?”

“My experience in Zuzu doesn't mean yours will be the same. If you have any questions or want advice, you know where my farm is… I think.”

Sebastian paused for a long moment, “thanks, Amelia. I guess you're cool.”

She laughed and turned to leave, “thank Yoba.”

[ruby-serpentis]

horror au! river - head canons

pairing: male! river x gn! reader

warning(s): blood, death, gore, killing of teens, summer camp slasher, river taking the rules way too seriously, cigarettes, sex

i decided to age river down in this au because i got sudden inspiration from summer camp slashers. so river’s like 20 in this and reader is about 19.

this behavior in real life. this is merely a work on fiction based on another work of fiction.

INTRODUCING...THE COUNSELOR OF THE SUMMER!

summer camp. a time where kids were left at the camp grounds by their parents so they can go off on some fancy vacation to get away from their kids and relax from parenthood. rather than hire a babysitter or something, these kids were watched over by none other than their camp counselors! specially trained, desperate for money, and terribly grumpy a lot of the times. some were chill and others were...well, essentially they had massive sticks up their asses.

you were a chill counselor. you were just here for the paycheck, make some extra money so you had it for the next academic year. besides, they were kids. they were bound to mistakes.

well of course unless it was something serious. then obviously, you reported it. but you were cool. and it made you popular at a camp where the majority of counselors had sticks up their asses.

“you’re way too lenient on them.” a voice scoffs, ripping the unlit cigarette out from between your lips.

“river, it’s summer camp. this is some of the only time they can have to be away from their parents.” you turn to him.

river was young but you could already see his hair beginning to gray from stress. he needed to let loose just a little bit. maybe lose that holy pendant that was hanging off of his neck.

“besides, i report what really matters. you go off reporting on students who ditch an event they didn’t even want to go to.”

“i don’t care about being liked. i care about upholding the rules.” he scoffs.

you put a cigarette between your lips and light it. “be that way. but just know that your kids prefer to hang out in my cabin.” you walk away as you take a drag.

river mumbles to himself and shoves the cigarette you gave him into his pocket. it was time to go grab his kids anyways.

the rest of the day went by quickly. his kids were good for the most part and it meant he didn’t need to do any discipline. he was able to relax for once. or maybe he spoke too soon.

“where’s mars?” he sighs. he looks around at the campers, who look nervous before one of them squeaks out the answer.

“he went to the bonfire with (y/n)’s cabin!”

“seriously?” river could feel his blood boiling but he took a deep breath before gently rubbing his pendant. he needed to stay calm. “alright. no one do anything, please.” the man marched out of the cabin and into the woods in search for his missing camper and you.

he eventually found you after walking in the woods for like twenty minutes. you were telling a spooky story to the campers and enjoyed seeing them freak out and have fun with it. you stopped and your face fell seeing river. it’s not that you didn’t like him. but he was definitely a party pooper.

“river. is something wrong?” you ask before glancing over at a camper who looked sheepish.

“actually yes.” he crosses his arms, lips pursing in anger. “mars. you’re supposed to be in bed. we’re going back.”

“awww. come on river! let me stay! please!” he complained.

“we’re going now! i don’t think you understand how much of a heart attack i had seeing you go missing! and besides, this is your third offense this week!” he was close to yelling.

“river, please don’t yell.” you smile. he feels his blood pressure drop seeing how kind your eyes were.

still, he was angry.

you turn to mars with a sad smile. “i’m sorry mars but you have to go back. besides, you even told me you had river’s permission.”

“i’m sorry (y/n).” he mutters, standing up.

“just don’t do it again, okay? being sent home in the middle of camp is not fun for any of us.”

river mutters to himself and a bye to you before leaving, taking mars with him.

the kid was annoying the shit out of him, complaining about how he had to go to bed at a certain time. and that someone in his cabin probably snitched on him or something. and how river was a party pooper for what he did.

mars broke the rules. that’s all he did. why was he complaining? when river was his age, he never got to go to summer camp. in fact, he was busy working all summer to make rent at the orphanage.

these privileged brats were going to be the death of him.

river saw white and before he knew it, there was blood seeping out of the head of the camper. and blood dripping from the end of the large branch he had struck him with.

he wasn’t that phased. for some reason, he just wasn’t.

he didn’t know why. he just looked at the body before dragging it by its feet and tossing it in a ditch. cover it up with some leaves and mud and boom, it was all done. no one would bother to find it.

he returned to work like normal. it was as if nothing happened. because nothing did happen.

when you asked what happened to mars, river scoffed. “i sent him home. he deserved to be sent home after all the infractions he committed.”

you frowned at the sentence. mars shouldn’t have been sent home. after all, it was the only time away they had from their parents. but you wouldn’t push anything. what river did with his campers was up to him and the administration. not you.

as the camp season continued, more campers started disappearing. people didn’t know why. most of the time, it was brushed off with a “they got sent home.”

the most common reason was apparently campers having sex.

river had walked in on far too many campers having sex. and he decided to do something about it.

killing was easy. it was the hiding the bodies part that was tough.

he got creative too. used an axe one. drowned a kid. burned some twins alive.

all because they couldn’t follow the rules.

“i wouldn’t have to kill you if you just followed the rules.” he crushes the cigarette with his foot, wiping the blood from his knife against a tree.

it got concerning with the amount of disappearances.

until eventually, a body in the water floated upwards while the kids were screaming.

where were during all of this?

mostly hanging out with your fellow counselor (and boyfriend) sirris.

of course you did your job and you had all of your campers. so you weren’t concerned.

some nights you needed to relax and...well, get intimate with sirris.

river didn’t expect to hear your voice when he was trying to hide the body of another camper. you were giggling, having so much fun it seemed. and he saw from the darkness something he shouldn’t have witnessed.

you were moaning quite loudly. anyone could hear you. you couldn’t control yourself as you struggled to grip onto something as you orgasmed while sirris thrusted into your lubricated hole.

you were supposed to be back at your cabin, sleeping.

you always followed the rules, even as a chill counselor.

but the worst part was how river felt betrayed. how you were with sirris of all people! that hippie, commune student from school.

sirris was more relaxed about sex. sirris slept around. sirris was a slut.

and here you were, giving it all to sirris when river was in your life.

something else inside of him snapped after that night.

you became concerned when one of your campers disappeared. river said they were sent home. but at this point, unease was eating at your brain. something sinister was going on. and you needed to find out what it was.

one night a week before camp was slated to end, you went to go find sirris. you needed to talk to him about river. river was your friend. but your camper went missing after talking to river. and you also called home to which their parents said they didn’t pick up their child.

“sirris? sirris?” you called as you opened the door to the cabin before screaming.

there was blood everywhere. you didn’t even recognize that it was sirris at first until you saw the bracelet around the wrist. his hand was...well, separated from his body. as was everything else. +++++ Trauma

“fuck!” you ran out, running to go grab someone from admin.

but it seemed everyone was gone, having walked into the woods hours before to do the annual talent show that happened near the end of summer camp.

it was just you.

or so you thought.

“(y/n)! something the matter?” a voice chimes.

“river? oh thank-” you stopped when you turned around, seeing your friend covered in blood.

and it looked fresh.

he was also holding an axe.

“cat got your tongue?” he chuckles.

“nope. nope! we are not doing this!” you began to back away. but every step back was a step forward for river.

“why?” he frowns. “why not, hmm? i let you slide from breaking the rules. but you had to go and break them again. and again. and again. and again!” he shouted.

“i don’t know what you’re talking about.” your eyes glanced around for anything you could use to defend yourself. or even an exit point. you were always faster than river. you could easily outrun him.

“you. and sirris. in the woods.” he hisses. “sound familiar?”

“come on river! you know everyone does that!”

“yes. but not you! not my friend! i thought we were in this together!”

“you are acting irrationally. we weren’t in anything together aside from getting through this summer with some extra cash for uni. you took the rules too seriously!” you almost tripped over a stick while walking backwards but managed to catch yourself in time.

“oh come on (y/n)! i let you slide with all the time. but i think it’s time you got your comeuppance like sirris.”

“yeah. fuck. this.”

you bolted. you didn’t even bother looking back. you were heading straight for the cars. your camp had some trucks, mostly to go grab supplies in town.

but also, since when did river work out more? because while you were still ahead, he was close behind.

eventually, when you were far enough, you ducked behind a car, using the shadows to your advantage. you made sure to hold your breath and put a hand over your nose and mouth in hopes that he wouldn’t catch you.

you eventually heard his footsteps fade away and you began walking stiffly, trying to be as silent as humanly possible.

your hand gently tugged at the car door, hearing it pop open.

dumb luck if anything.

you got in, shutting the door and locking it. you were frantic as you searched for the keys. you needed to get to town and get the police. river wouldn’t dare touch the remaining kids and the administration (especially not with eden since she was much stronger than river).

you eventually found the keys and stuck the key into the hole before turning it. the car hummed to life.

your victory was briefly lived because the window shattered and something blunt hit you in the head. +++ Pain

you could only groan, holding the spot. but from the corner of your eye, you could see a familiar head of brown hair and a holy pendant hanging off of his neck.

“found you!” he chimes. “now get out of the car (y/n). be a good counselor. i’ll let you live. i promise.”

if this was the old river then maybe, you would believe him.

but you weren’t naive. far from it.

your foot stomped on the accelerator and you turned the wheel, almost hitting the side of the building. but you managed to not do that.

adrenaline was coursing through your veins as you got onto the road and from the rearview mirror, you watched as river chased after you.

but he was only human after all.

he couldn’t chase after a car. so he stopped, watching you drive off.

you saw him get smaller and smaller until he disappeared into the darkness of the night. relief washed over you, relief over the fact that you had lived and only came out with a flesh wound (you could feel the wetness of your blood from where he hit you on the head).

but that lingering feeling of dread settled into your stomach.

---- Control

river was on a rampage. and you weren’t sure if he would take it out on the rest of the camp.

he was only one man. what could he possibly do?

[prpletoast]

I MADE A DUDE!! A FUNNY DEMISEXUAL MILITARY TWUNK!!!!! (also; 'Draugr' is the Old Norse term for the undead, or just zombies)

Name: Keiser 'Draugr' (Lee) Hindenburg

Age: 24

Lore (+ extra info; including height):

Keiser's parents were based in Germany; his father, Paul Hindenburg, fell in love with his mother; a Norwegian woman named Åshild. They were married for two years; until the year 2000; Ashild gave birth to Keiser. He strikingly takes after his mother; other than his hair being a fairly darker blonde. In school; Keiser was learning both English and German; he also learned a bit of Old Norse from his mother! By the time he was 16; Germany was recruiting cadets for its military; due to a severe shortage. Due to how well he was growing; Keiser thought it wouldn't be a bad starting-job (He was already a shocking 5'11). However; he didn't know he'd be entitled to genetic modification.

By the time he was eighteen; the genetic modification he was thrust into boosted him into a mortifying 7'9. He grew a strong dislike for Germany after they did this to him, but what hurt the poor man the most was that everyone was scared of him; he was rather social growing up. There are some benefits to being a Super Soldier though! A fucking ridiculous level of stamina, endurance, strength, and a mortifying ability to survive severe conditions.

During his service; Keiser survived being shot 13 times (a good chunk of them being concentrated on the torso), having his throat slit open, and two concussions. The genetic modification made his stem-cells extremely strong; the healing began almost instantly. However; another funny quirk they gave him is that this regeneration required a high intake of protein. Which on the battlefield; was difficult to obtain.. So (unfortunately); Kaiser had to turn to cannibalism to regenerate from these injuries. The cannibalism he turned to (in order to survive), witnessing the few friends he made die, and the fact his mother died of cancer; while he was away, drove the lad insane. He had to go to the ol' nuthouse for a few months; so he'd recover enough to function, and that's how he earned the nickname 'Draugr'.

At 19; not long after he was released from the mental-hospital, he got a job at a lumber mill, and began saving to immigrate to America; for the sake of starting a new life. There was also a really good therapist there; who specializes in his issues. At age 20; he moved to America, and was immediately registered into therapy.

That's where he met his current girlfriend; his therapist, Annabelle Irene Johnson. She's a chubbier woman who has vitiligo (dark skin w light spots), basil green eyes, and puffy auburn hair.

Keiser has selective mutism, and when Annie found out about this, at their first session (she knows American Sign-language); the two of them communicated through sticky notes, and they grew to be great friends!

Annabelle genuinely liked Keiser; not just for how muscular he was, but she genuinely saw him as a good guy. But how hot his voice was (when he trusted her enough to speak) was just a bonus for her! She saw him as a good friend, but Keiser was already head-over-heels; because the last person who'd shown him kindness was his mother, and she died (practically) right after he left for war at 16.

They started officially dating when Keiser was 22, and Annabelle was 23. He was nervous as shit, and went Annabelle accepted his proposal; what was left of the skin on Keiser's face went BEAT RED, and he went non-verbal for a day or two.

also

do NOT let bro ramble about his gf.. he'll have you there for HOURS...

(I'll make a ref for Annie in a lil bit)

THATS SO CUTE!?!?!?!?!?!?!?! YOU GOTTA DM ME ON THIS OMLLLLLLLL

[ollieinoue]

{ CONAN GRAY, 20, CIS MALE, HE/HIM } Is that OLIVER “OLLIE” INOUE? A SENIOR originally from WASHINGTON HEIGHTS, NY, they decided to come to Ogden College to study BUSINESS & COMPUTER SCIENCE on a ACADEMIC SCHOLARSHIP. They’re THE ERUDITE STONER on campus, but even they could get blamed for Greer’s disappearance.

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BASIC INFORMATION

Full name: Oliver Ren Inoue Nickname: Ollie, Olls Birthdate: January 25 Age: 20 Zodiac: Aquarius Sun, Libra Moon, Capricorn Rising SEE HIS FULL BIRTH CHART HERE Gender: Cis Man Pronouns: He/Him Sexual/Romantic Orientation: Bisexual/Homoromantic (homoflexible but mostly only likes men tbh) Ethnicity: Japanese & White Trope: The Erudite Stoner

How he Fits the Trope: Ollie is a genius, that’s what everyone in his life always said. He had the numbers for it, the test scores for it, the IQ for it, and his parents were always so proud. The Inoue family didn’t have much going for them, besides living paycheck to paycheck in a small two bedroom apartment. So they just wanted the most for their son, and it seemed like he was on the right track. They signed him up to join Mensa when he was in High School and everyone was so impressed. Ollie was bored. Who gave a shit if he tested well? He certainly didn’t, all those tests were so boring. Everything everyone wanted for him, and wanted him to do was so boring. So, he found ways to make his own fun, found friends that weren’t only interested in useless things like test scores. He started finding his fun in illicit substances (that completely expanded his mind, man!), and seeing how far he could push the boundaries of… legal things. Getting into drugs both helped him level out from the stress of everything that everyone wants for him, and brought something new and exciting into his life— sometimes both at the same time. So, he gets stoned out of his mind from time to time (most of the time), and maybe people don’t expect too much from him, but that doesn’t mean he’s not still that genius that his parents want him to be.

EDUCATION & OCCUPATION

IQ Score: 169 (in the top .03 percent of the world’s population) Current Year: Junior at Ogden College Major: Computer Science & Business Extracurriculars: Robotics Club, Hacking Club, Quiz Bowl Dream occupation: Self Employed Software Developer Game Designer Past job(s): He’s had a few internships

Skills: He’s able to hack into the school systems pretty easily— not that he’d ever need to, of course. / Ollie has scary good handwriting, like instagram aesthetic level of handwriting, which always really surprises people. / He has a mind for completely useless fun facts, ask him about anything he’ll tell you something interesting about it. Shortcomings: Artistic things like music, and art. He loves that kind of thing but he’s not good at it. / Speaking about and addressing his feelings and emotions. And truly opening up to people. / He’s a bit cocky… But it doesn’t come from no where! Languages spoken: HIs parents have been speaking English and Japanese to him since he was a baby so he is fluent in both of those, but he’s only just now learning how to write Japanese. He also knows Spanish pretty fluently.

PHYSICAL CHARACTIRISTICS

Eye colour: Brown Hair colour: Dark Brown Hair type: Curly Height: 5′8 Build: Lithe Exercise habits: He hates it but he tries to get exercise at least 3 times a week. Piercings: His ear Tattoos: one along his ribs in a block of about 4 lines of binary: 01100110 01110101 01100011 01101011 00100000 01101101 01100101 (it says 'Fuck Me'). one on his wrist that says LC on it (for Link Crawford). Marks/scars: He has a scar across his eyebrow from falling off a bike when he was a kid Clothing style: Extra Slutty Eboy. We have deep V sweaters with nothing underneath, we have half buttoned shirts. We have crop tops, and mesh shirts. A lot of oversized t-shirts with ripped and faded jeans. Most of his clothes are thrifted as well because he likes it better. Usually it’s higher quality, and cheaper. Jewelry: He wears a lot of chains and necklaces, and stuff like that. Some rings too.

PSYCHOLOGY

Positive Traits: Laid Back, Open Minded, Clever, Quick Thinking, Friendly, Independent, Original, Energetic, Confident, Charismatic, Disarming, Cheerful, Inventive, Fair, Analytical, Flexible, Loyal, Dependable, Strong Willed, Witty Negative Traits: Duplicitous, Mischievous, Aloof, Chaotic, Argumentative, Insensitive, Hides Emotions, Sarcastic, Easily Distracted, Often Bored, Jaded, Contrarian, Impatient, Absent Minded, Unpredictable, Self Centered, Distrustful MBTI type: ENTP Enneagram type: 8w7 Moral Alignment: Chaotic Neutral Temperament: Sanguine Introvert or Extrovert?: Extrovert Drug/Alcohol Use: Yes Mental Illnesses: Addiction, and likely (undiagnosed) Bipolar Disorder & some kind of Anxiety Disorder.

Tropes: The Erudite Stoner , Bunny-Ears Lawyer , The Ace , Beware the Silly Ones , The Fool , Child Prodigy , Playful Hacker , Beneath The Mask , Functional Addict , Mood Whiplash , Getting High on Their Own Supply Character Inspiration: Alexander Vass [ If We Were Villains ] , Ryohei Arisu [ Alice in Borderland ] , Marty Mikalski [ Cabin in the Woods ] , Jimmy McGill/Saul Goodman [ Better Call Saul/Breaking Bad ] , Ed [ Cowbow Bebop ] , Howl Pendragon [ Howls Moving Castle ] , Julian [ Less Than Zero (the novel) ] , Jester Lavorre [ Critical Role Campaign 2 ] , Ferris Beuller [ Ferris Bueller's Day Off ]

CONNECTIONS

Parents: Ren & Faye Inoue Positive Connections: Most people. Monty Richler is his best bro tho. Romantic Connections: :) Negative Connections: Like … 3 people

Connection with Greer: Ollie met Greer at a party their Freshman year, and offered her a hit. That’s how they met, and for the majority of their relationship that’s what it was. They’d smoke together, they’d do some molly together, or whatever he had on hand at the time, and vibe— they got along well. Generally it was not too different from most of Ollie’s relationships. Until she came to him for another reason. He was very smart, he was good at hacking, he needed money; could he get into school’s systems and get the answers to a very big exam coming up? Yes, he could. He’d done it before, so he did. When Greer got a little too busy to study, or do her own school work she came to him for help. A paper here, answers to a test there for her, and money for him. But why stop at just her? So a business was formed, and a very good business relationship, on top of the friendship. Honestly, he’s sad to see her go, she was buying a lot of shit from him by the end of the previous year. She was not just a friend, but a really good source of income. 

QUICK CATCH UP

All Past Tasks Here !!

Ollie was voted Homecoming King after making a joke about promising everyone free drugs of his own stash (he did deliver).

Ollie & Monty decided to move their drug supply off campus once they realized that the cops were not leaving. It's now located in a house that is under New Construction.

Ollie got a clue with flight information to Portugal from the Haunted House. It matched with Parker's and the two of them turned them anonymously turned the info into the police thinking they'd do something with it. They haven't really.

Ollie was asked by the Naïve Newcomer (before he was expelled) if he could start looking into who this mysterious "G" person was. He did and all of his findings lead to Milo Navarro. Turns out he was wrong though, whoops.

Like everyone who turned one in, his time capsule video was leaked, where he may or may not have been admitting to having feelings for Monty. Who is to say what he was saying.

The cops decided to trust him after his interrogation went well. A bad decision on their part.

He was trapped in The Ski Chateau's kitchen pantry with Milo while Penny mysteriously died. He's pretty fucking shaken up about it.

Ollie threw a party with Link and Mari for their birthdays. Ollie left with Link and got a tattoo of his initials on his wrist.

At the Valentine's Social Ollie was sent a Valentine from G telling him if he sent a secret they would send him a clue. He sent a secret, he hasn't gotten anything back yet though.

During the Valentine's Social Ollie sent a vaguely illicit Valentine to Link that G then sent to Monty. It caused the two of them to fight and they stopped talking to each other over Spring Break.

While Ollie was going through the House of Mirrors at the Spring Carnival he saw and heard someone that sounded like Greer. This is the SECOND time he thinks he's seen Greer and it's getting creepy.

During the Spring Carnival Ollie apologized to Monty and confessed that he wanted them to date. Monty asked Ollie out and they started dating. Aw.

Ollie was sent a text from G to attend a Rave. First he was sent to a cemetery with Ash who might or might not think he's G now, but he doesn't know that.

At the Rave he and Anya attempted to put their brains together to find G but that lasted about five minutes before G said they were stupid (not what G actually said, but they might as well) and then sent everyone home.

Commencement happened at the end of the year and Ollie would rather not think about it.

He was on the second floor of the Commons talking to Eddie when it was set on fire, and he managed to escape with only a little smoke inhalation (but he's been training for that for years) so he was fine.

It was after when he got a text telling him that The Pollyanna, a friend and neighbor of his since they were children, had been arrested and was being blamed for the Fire, being G, Greer's disappearance, and the deaths that happened. He's been pretty fucked up over it.

He and Monty went on a poorly timed road trip over the summer and it went poorly ending in them breaking up.

Back at school and Ollie has been made Homecoming King for the second year in a row! Yay! The year is off to a great start.

[skateskunk]

I decided to re-design her ^^ because the Inuyasha writers make me so angry. Keep in mind they're only rough sketches and I'll probably do more in depth ones later

The two different designs are her in the two different time periods. This is kind of both a re-design and a re-write so I’m going to tell you about it for funzies

Okay so some basic information on my redesign of Kagome :

- She's a little chubbier before going to the Feudal era and becomes more toned with broader shoulders after she starts going regularly

- Every 24 hours in the Feudal Era is an hour in the present day, which also makes more sense considering the fact that its canon that the choices she makes in the Feudal era affect the present day history, meaning the time discrepancy should be smaller if not nonexistent

- Kagome trained in archery for most of her childhood as an extra-curricular, as she had a natural talent for it that her mother discovered while they were searching for extra-curricular activities for Kagome to do in her downtime

- Her grandfather is actually quite knowledgeable in seals and ancient practices and although she is bored with his old stories most of the time she does retain a lot of the information regarding the practices and she becomes more interested in it as time goes on in the Feudal era

- I made her 20 because I think it’s very yucky that she’s fifteen and Inuyasha (though he has the maturity of a young adult) is nearly 200 years old. Plus it generally is just weird considering the interactions she has with some of the adult men in the show. The way I resolved this was I decided she’s incredibly smart but often doesn’t have time to focus on school between helping around the house and the shine and with her brother so she continuously fails her classes. She has taken her last year of high school twice and if she fails again this year she’ll be expelled, which puts extra pressure on her to find a balance between her home life, the feudal era, school, and friends.

- In my rewrite Kagome becomes a very powerful and accomplished priestess. She is proficient in combat (especially as she gets more practice) and her ability to create sacred arrows is beyond impressive. She is capable of holding her own on the battlefield and when captured she is capable of making efforts to escape on her own. I find it annoying that we get glimpses at what Kagome could be in the anime regarding her strength and resolve but its always thrown out so she can be saved by Inuyasha or someone else

- I gave her a more accurate and less fetishy school uniform. I also think it's completely impractical the way she wears her uniform in the Feudal era instead of changing so I changed that as well

- Her Feudal era uniform is a high priestess outfit similar to Kikyo’s, though there are some key differences in its design to make them distinguishable. Kagome has her hair in two low ponytails that she often drapes over her shoulders and lets hang down her front. I imagine Kagome wears more jewelry and more practical shoes, probably boots of some sort as well. As far as character designs go it's not the best because of their similar silhouettes but my justification is that since Kagome is her reincarnation so it still makes sense.

- I imagine Kagome doesn’t spend all of her time in priestess garb, though I'm not well versed in the more casual outfits of the Feudal era. The priestess garb is probably usually for around Kaede’s Village and on longer travels. If she is anticipating battle (especially after meeting Sango) I’m sure she wears something more armored and closer to Sango’s outfit.

- The bag I gave her for the Feudal era is what I found when I was looking for traditional bags for that time period. A lot of the thought I put into her outfit is based on the intent of making her blend in. The backpack she keeps doesn't make sense from a tactical standpoint, and only works to put a target on her back, as well as her clothes. The character on her bag is the Kanji for guarding, defense, and protection.

-Also please ignore that I forgot what a quiver is called el oh el

Now the general story :

- Inuyasha stays the same age because, as far as I can tell, 200 for demons seems to be the maturity level of 20 for humans

- His personality doesn't change much, he’s still kind of a bitch and he still has mostly the same character development throughout, though he has more respect for Kagome’s abilities while still being worried about her / being protective of her

- Miroku is mostly the same at the beginning but he’s not fucking nasty to kids and his character development comes sooner after we meet him. He’s more respectful to Sango probably over the course of a season or so

- Shippo stays the same I love Shippo more than anything

- The story largely follows Kagome’s abilities and her powers growing as well as Inuyasha’s development with accepting that he doesn't need to be a full demon to be powerful. It less relies on Kagome being useless and Inuyasha swooping in to save her and more follows the both of them learning how to work together. If anything Miroku takes Kagome’s place and becomes the one getting captured as he doesn’t use the wind tunnel out of actual fear of being enveloped by it. Without it he’s not very useful in battle, having not seen much of it outside of protecting his old shrine.

[mnstcrbnll]

"STARDUSTS, WELCOME TO THE END OF TODAY'S ROUND!

Our Stellar contestants did their best

And, of course, here's a reminder of how points work:

you get one point for guessing your secret correctly, and another if you guessed without any help, and unfortunately that single point would turn into half a point if you guessed it with our Rulebreakers!. Half a point is given to those who managed to discover someone else's secret -- just one half a point, even if we did get some contestants trying to stack them up! --, and an extra half point if you managed to guess your wonderful host's secret!

Some secrets remain unguessed, but we're not going to spoil them... yet.

For now, let's see how our stellar competitors went!"

A big buzzing noise, followed by excited clapping, introduces a big monitor. Soon, the names start to show up, from those with the lowest points to the highest!

A big buzzing noise, followed by excited clapping, introduces a big monitor. Soon, the names start to show up, from those with the lowest points to the highest!

JOHN ;; @turnecoat ;; 0 STARS!

Secret: "I'm scared of small dark spaces"

PROTON ;; @chounaifu ;; 0 STARS!

Secret: "I watched one of my coworkers dress in cosplay and spook our employees for fun."

BRUTO ;; @planespc ;; 0 STARS!

Secret: UNKNOWN!!!!

ANZU ;; @dandieliongirl ;; 0 STARS!

Secret: UNKNOWN!!!!

MOLAYNE ;; @bigmolayne ;; 0 STARS!

Secret: UNKNOWN!!!!

LYRA ;; @kotoyin ;; 0 STARS!

Secret: UNKNOWN!!!!

FRANCIS ;; @planespc ;; ½ STARS!

Secret: I've killed a man :) not even on purpose it was by accident and my boss knows and gave me a head pat :D i can also tie a cherry stem in my mouth with just my tongue :P ladies i'm available <3

VOLKNER ;; @low-charge ;; ½ STARS!

Secret: I like getting electrocuted. It happens a lot when I work, but sometimes I secretly do it on purpose when nobody's around... It gives me a burst of energy and sends a tingle through my body, it's nice.

RIKA ;; @monterraverde ;; 1 STAR!

Secret: UNKNOWN!!!!

STRELITZIA ;; @darkestaken ;; 1½ STARS!

Secret: UNKNOWN!!!!

SADA ;; @prosada ;; 1½ STARS!

Secret: sometimes i like to misplace my husband's stuff two centimeters to the right. it makes him completely lose his shit. he still hasn't figured out i'm doing it. we've known each other for almost thirty years.

REE ;; @skullkxd ;; 2 STARS!

Secret: For a period of three days I was raised by a Bewear

WILLOW ;; @soardived ;; 2 STARS!

Secret: UNKNOWN!!!!

MABLE ;; @costofbeauty ;; 2 STARS!

Secret: UNKNOWN!!!!

GRUSHA ;; @crushed-ice ;; 2½ STARS!

Secret: One time I recorded myself doing... Stuff. And I posted it online when I was 20. I took it down before I applied to be a gym leader, but it got saved and shared around a while so it's out there somewhere... That's why I dyed my hair and always wear heavy clothes no matter where I go, that way people who've seen it don't remember my body.

RILEY ;; @auraguardians ;; 3 STARS!!!!!!!

Secret: "My life's true goal is to uphold ancient traditions that were passed down to me from my mother's lineage, which part of the reason I've not taken on other work."

[secretsideblogshhhh]

Dear 12 year old who saw me make a post about being tired when I was 13 and decided to dm me "I know how you feel, but we're going to get better"

You were right <3

Dear old lady who came into my work last month and took time out of your day to tell my boss that I had made your day and was doing a good job

I needed that that day, and hearing it made my week.

Dear 4 or 5 year old girl who gasped loudly when you saw my make up when I was 15 and told me I looked like a fairy

That was the first positive reaction I had gotten when I started doing the make up I liked

Dear kid in a Homestuck cosplay at the mall who gave me the extra dollar I needed when I was getting food

Dear old man at biggby who yelled at a 20 something man for hitting on me when I was a scared 16 year old

Dear person in a fursuit at when I was at Comic-Con who made sure I was okay after a guy tried to touch me

Dear random mother at the park who gave me a tampon when I was panicking in the bathroom about bleeding through while on a date

Dear girl in my first college class who gave me a pencil without me asking because you noticed me not being able to find one

Dear girl at my college who wore a clip on cat tail to class every who gave me and my friends oragmi flowers while we were having lunch because you liked that we all had our hair dyed pink at the time

Dear man with a golden retriever puppy who sat with me and my friend while we waited for an ambulance when my friend broke his wrist because "even if I can't help medically, maybe a puppy can make the situation less scary"

Dear strangers who showed me kindness, I haven't forgotten you. And I hope you're doing well. Because your kindness helped me. Your kindness saved me. Your kindness reminded me people aren't always awful.

The world is so cruel, and people suck so much. It's so easy to remember the negative, but sometimes when I feel really down, I just remember the things strangers have done for me throughout my life and I smile.

It's not human nature to hate, that's learned and taught

And sometimes a strangers kindness just reminds me of that when I really need it.

Thank you

[rehfan]

So here’s a sneak peek into my

Joe Quinn x Older!Fem!Reader fic

that’s currently in the works…

“Do Not Disturb”

(This teaser may change as the work is a WIP, but this bit’s part one/chapter one…)

**My work is MINE. Do not copy/steal/publish this to any other site please**

Warnings: None in this bit really, unless you don’t like to fly. Reader is AFAB and/or Fem and is assumed to be 15-20 years older than present-day Joe.

IF YOU DON’T LIKE RPF… please do not engage. Just scroll away.

And if you want to be tagged, let me know!

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Your company had to send you to the Australian supplier in person. They were overdue for a quality control inspection and a series of meetings and it was a matter of urgency that the Vice President of Quality Control head down there and shake hands, inspect parts, and in general make nice, if only to calm down the president of the company and his CFO.

You were excited. It was your first trip “down under” and even though the flights would be grueling to get through, you had a whole four weeks to get the job done and maybe even enjoy the sights. Plus, it would be a relief to get out of Boston’s winter and into Sydney’s sunshine.

Your hotel was nice too: huge pool, beautiful spa, three different restaurants, the company really went all out. You sighed and rolled your neck as you waited in the queue to board at Boston airport. Your business class seat would have to do until you could get to LAX and the first class seat that was awaiting you there: a private seat the airline called a “pod” all your own with a seat that reclined all the way down so you could lay flat and sleep over the Pacific. At least, that’s what you were told. All in all, it was good to be a VP of QC.

Boston to LAX had a stop over in Salt Lake City, an opportunity to refuel with no need for you to deboard. The standard cattle call of Boston people off and then Salt Lake City people on again made you squirm in your seat. You hated the anxiety of having to arrive at the airport. But once you were on the flight and buckled in, the anxiety was replaced with impatience and it didn’t quite leave until you found yourself at your final destination. There was no fear of flying, you just wished someone had invented teleportation already.

And the LAX to Sydney portion of travel was going to be the longest flight you had ever been on: fifteen hours in total. You had brought your tablet in order to get some work done on the way, but you had a few e-novels and some games on it as well, especially useful when your head was buzzing with facts, figures, problems, and more ideas. You also had headphones and music to escape the doldrums. Gum for your ears popping, lotion for your hands, and an extra bottle of water armed you against the trip in general, what with all the recirculated air on board. Flights didn’t bother you; boredom did.

LAX was busy and huge. You took refuge in the first class lounge reserved for members of the airline’s membership club and sighed with relief as the barman served you a bloody mary. It may be a working holiday, but it was a holiday, goddamn it, and you were not about to take one second for granted.

Soon enough, your flight was announced and you made your way to the gate and prepared to queue up when called to do so. People of all walks of life surrounded you, shuffling bags, talking to one another, waiting as patiently as possible, faces composed as studies in boredom.

You boarded the flight and the gangway poured you into the first class section. The flight attendant glanced at your ticket and showed you to your solitary window seat. The man opposite the aisle from you glanced up at you shyly as you approached, almost as if he were terrified of you and afraid to stare. He was young and handsome, his curly hair and dark eyes striking you first. He seemed a bit familiar if you were honest, but you really didn’t give it too much thought. You gave him a gentle smile and, not really knowing him - as well as judging yourself to be far too old to possibly be on his radar - you promptly turned back to your business.

The attendant helped you load your larger carryon in the compartment above you as you set your smaller tote bag in the seat and took off your coat, balling it up and placing it in the upper compartment as well. After all, once you crossed the equator, you really wouldn’t need the coat until the flight back. Your vibrant emerald green dress underneath came to just above the knee, but was made of a soft stretchy faux-velvet material. It flattered your figure nicely. Your black knee-high boots had a bit of a heel and matched the wide belt snugged just underneath your breasts in an Empire waist. You knew it looked a bit 1960s Star Trek meets Christmas party, but you felt cute. And most of all, you were comfortable.

The first class seat pod that your office had booked was everything you wanted and more: the privacy of being in a seat next to no one with a curved wall in front and behind to guard you against most prying eyes, a seat that when fully extended lay completely flat (as advertised, thank heaven), pillow and blanket in a hollow space next to the footwell. Your tote bag found a home down there as well. A shelf ran under the window along your right as you sat, containing a compartment whose lid popped up at the press of a button. It contained storage space enough for your smaller items as well as a charging station. You plugged in your phone, set it on airplane mode, and closed the lid, intent on ignoring it no matter what. You set out your tablet, pulling it from the tote, attaching the keyboard to it, and setting it aside.

In front of you a 17 inch touch-screen monitor glowed with the airline’s logo and some options for functions splayed across its width. You flicked through them curiously and saw it gave options for viewing the journey’s travel map, movies, music, electronic magazine articles, and something called ‘communication’. Curious, you selected this and it popped up what appeared to be a texting communication app. The word “seat” was highlighted. Its purpose dawned on you: because the first class seats were very private, there was no way to speak to fellow travelers without disturbing other people in the section. So this app allowed you to send direct messages to the people in your party should you want to talk to them. Very clever, really.

You glanced over at the young man across the way and caught him peeking over at you again. Again, you smiled and he returned it and nodded, pulling his head back behind his partial pod wall, his ears pink with an embarrassment that you found flattering. He had piqued your curiosity. You looked at his seat number above him and, as the plane was still busy loading more passengers for economy class, you knew you had time.

Tentatively, you typed:

If you keep staring at me, the flight attendants might think you’re in love. What should I tell them if they ask?

You didn’t hesitate hitting the “send” button. If anything, he might laugh. And what harm is there in making a beautiful young man laugh?

You saw a right hand with a single silver ring on it press the touch screen in his pod. You couldn’t see his face or the screen itself, but he was definitely receiving your message and reading its contents. You leaned out just that bit more and waited for his reaction.

His face reappeared and he smiled, laughing softly and shaking his head. Both his hands shot out now as he typed on the screen keyboard.

His message came back to you:

Tell them to mind their own business.

And another:

And who says I’m not in love?

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[cypaira-the-skeleton]

Quick sketch of Raven's Parents

First time I drew them they weren't very much...alive (due to Feral Raven's version)

But I've finally decided to redraw them roughly how I imagine them.

Raven's surname used to be ' Williams ', her features are close enough to her mother's, like her nose and facial structure. As for her father's, she took his black hair and eye structure (her eyes are different but they're close enough to his)

Back story: (sorry it's long)

⚠️mention of: gaslight, abuse, neglect, child abandonment ⚠️

Simon Williams and Carol Evergreen where both unruly teenagers who fell in love with eachother at a local highschool. Carol (who was 17 and the ' mean popular girl' ) was the only one who had a parent (Paul Evergreen) but no relatives, as for Simon (who was 20, a bully and a trouble maker), he never mentioned his family to her, but it was clear he had no contact with them or his relatives. They only understood eachother and things went as quickly as you could imagine. Simon had his own rules, Carol always ignored her father's rules, and both of them just went for ' The next level ' without any hesitation. Both having screwed up physically and metaphorically they came to know their life of "freedom" was about to end as Carol announced to Simon she was expecting a child. The guy spent three weeks ghosting Carol to avoid father hood, but Paul gave him a visit, and calmly talked things out with him. In the end, Paul helped them move to a different village and get them a new house to live in; they both decided it was best to just get married privately and avoid contact with people until their new daughter, Raven, was born. Simon had to find a new job, and Carol had to become a Stay at home mum. They both knew they messed up, but despite Paul's help the couple only fought and argued with eachother until all their anger and regrets fell onto their child. Innocent and oblivious of the world, they made her the Scapegoat of the family. Whatever they did wrong, it was always her fault. They never dared to take her out with them and let people know they have a child they never planned, especially with those Red eyes and pale skin. She was a disappointment, a mistake, a freak, they never had a positive tought about her. They were so busy regreting the mistakes they won't admit, it wasn't the first time they ignored Raven's needs. If it weren't for Paul, the worst could have happened.

A couple of years onwards, Simon managed to get promoted to a high paying position, meaning they could finally end their struggles. However, since money wasn't a problem anymore, they wouldn't dare spend anything nice for Raven. They believed that since she couldn't let them have nice things for themselves, she doesn't deserve any for herself. They only gave her Hand Me Down clothes and shoes, which some where old, out of fashion, or tattered. Her bedroom was just an old room with ugly green walls and ripped wallpaper, and her bed was just a mattress on the floor with a pillow and a blanket. If Raven ever dared to complain about something they would gaslight her and call her ungreatful. If they ever noticed Paul coming to their place with new clothes and items for his grand daughter, they would quickly sell them elsewhere and get extra money (as if a high paying position wasn't enough for the three of them). Discipline was something they took abuse of. Even if Raven did something as accidental as dropping a glass of water they would instantly yell or even cuss at her; on occasions, they would strike her too. Whatever she did they always punished her. At some point, they just enjoyed watching her struggle while they remembered the years she made them struggle too.

Shockingly, they both tought to have another child, one that they both wanted. A child they can properly raise and spoil and feel less disappointed of the " living mistake " they already have. Carol's father was already dead when they where expecting again and Raven had to be notified of the news, which meant that her room was to now belong for her new sibling. They moved Raven to the attic, and decorated the once cold and ugly green room to a beige coloured baby room. They had another baby girl. This time, in their eyes, they had an infant with rosy cheeks, almost silver eyes, blonde hair like her mother's, and a smile that lit the whole room. They decided to call this beautiful child, Lilly. She was their precious little princess, the perfect prodigy, the apple of their eye. They spoiled her with all the nice things they could afford, spent all their time playing and sharing their love with her...while their first born just looked from afar, confused of their behaviour, both parents unknown that despite the hell they make her go through her love for them was unconditional and naive.

One day, they saved enough to move to a new home, a different place, a new life. There was something they both almost forgot... Raven. She was never seen with them outside the house, except with her grandfather, and they weren't planning to let it happen either. It's unknown how they managed to get rid of all the evidence regarding Raven, like medical history, birth certificate and anything else, but they knew what they where doing. The day they where moving they convinced Raven they're going on a big holiday. They gathered what little she had, whatever they could move from the house into the towing trucks, and they all left. Before they went further, they looked at eachother and nodded onto their next plan. They stopped at an orphanage, told Raven to wait for them, and they quickly drove away. It finally happened, they've finally got rid of their burden. It was now just them and their precious little princess, off to a new life, as if their first born has never existed.