#Mr. Flavor's soda

[dcxdpdabbles]

DCXDP Fic Idea: Mr. Flavor's Soda

Danny gets thrown into an alternate dimension.

Which, sucks especially when he was just flying through the ghost zone on an exploration and had been attacked by a tribe of ghosts he had never seen before.

They looked surprisingly human, were it not for their horns and wings. Danny hadn't seen them coming, one moment he was looking at the Infinite Map trying to find his way back to the main section of the zone and the next he was being hurled to the ground from a flying net.

He hit the ground hard, with a startled yelp, as the ghosts surrounded him, each welding a sharp looking spears.

Danny wasn't sure what the net was made of, but it had forced him back into Fenton and deactivated his powers.

The tribe had been chanting in a language he could not understand, dragging him through their village as various creatures with similar features peaked out at him.

He been a helpless human staring up at the crowd as they sang and danced around a stone statue. Then a woman wearing a lovely golden leaf head piece stood up, and all went silent.

She gave what Danny thinks is a speech, waving her arms up and above her head. The crowd ate it up, cheering whenever she took a pause. The woman pointed to the stone as it began to glow, bowing it while flapping her wings.

Danny watched the crowd copy her actions intrigued by the strange festival until two large men flew over to him and lifted up his net. Their wings flapped in tune with the drums that picked up, carefully flying Danny over the crowd who all chanted and gently grazed their hands along his net covered body.

Danny felt unease, especially when the little tour ended with him dangling before the flowing stone that ripped open to a portal. It was ink black instead of the ussual green and horror creeps into his mind as the woman waves a staff over his head, the jingle of the bells attached to gently shaking.

Then the men through him through the portal. Danny's screams are drown out by the drums, stomping and joyful songs of the tribe that attacked him.

He has been sacrificed. He thought it would be the end, but instead, he wound up falling into a dumpster in a dirty alley back on Earth.

It took ages to wiggle his way the net, but by that point, Danny was too grateful to be alive to really care. When he stumbled out of the alley he came to find it was not his Earth.

His Earth did not have a place called Gotham. He been sent to a wrong universe, which wasn't the first time, but this time his powers were out of reach, locked within due to whatever net they had shoved him into.

The net disintegrated before his eyes, not even allowing him to study.

Danny was pissed. He wandered the streets, hoping to find help. All he had on his person was his student ID (which meant nothing if his school didn't exist) his broken phone and the credit card he had stolen from Vlad.

Testing the card at a gas station for a bottle of water, he held his breath as the clerk ran it and almost collapsed in relief as it went through.

Too bad the card had a limit of three thousand. He knew since he checked when he took it. It would be enough for a little while, but who knew with the economy in this world for how long. Everything was much more expensive, even the bottle of water was two dollars and fifty-five cents when back home it would have been Ninty five cents.

Danny needed a plan. He stumbled to a run-down motel and got a room wincing at the nightly rented it. Thank goodness the front receptionist didn't ask for an ID, as he checked him in.

Danny spent three whole days like this, trying to get Phantom to come forth from whatever lock he was stuck behind and wandering Gotham looking for anything familiar.

Eventually, Danny got a craving for a Coca-cola, and when he tried to find one, he came to the horrifying realization that his favorite drink did not exist. Not in this world.

Thank goodness Danny knew how to make some homemade version of it. He bought the supplies, telling himself it was worth the slight dent in his funds.

The receptionists at the motel startled when Danny breezed by carrying a lab kit (he only knew how to make it in a chemistry set since Tucker and he did it for a school assignment) and various groceries. She gave Danny an alarmed expression when he stumbled out a few hours later drinking his black liquid heaven.

Danny hadn't noticed she had gone for her phone with a pale face and shaking hands as he wandered around the city. He only realized something was wrong when he came back later that evening, carrying more supplies, determined to regain his various soda flavors he missed since his displacement.

As he was working, his rented room looked like a miniature lab as various sodas were carefully crafted. The following morning as Danny was attempting to scare his powers back into action by leaping off low fire escape he noticed a group of kids watching him.

They were just a filthy as Danny, so likely as homeless as him. Danny choose to ignore them as he raced up and down the stairs, doing flips to try to get his ghost side back. Eventually, a younger one creeper closer, staring at the re-purposed water bottled filled with his precious soda.

"Whats that stuff?" The kid asked eyeing the homemade cola with far too much interest.

"Cola" He responds, curious why the kid would get near someone who looked, honestly, insane. He would never have gone near someone taking two story jumps but that's just Danny.

"Is it strong?" The kid asks

Danny blinks. " I don't think so? I've been drinking it for a while, so it's pretty tamed for me"

"Where you get it?"

"I made it."

The kid nods, hand stuffed into his pocket before pulling out a crumbled twenty bill. "How much?"

"What?"

"How much for a bottle?" The kid asks, voice taking a sudden desperate tune.

Danny eyes the bill "I don't have any change. Just take the bottle. I can make more."

The boy's eyes bug out of his skull but he grabs a bottle and scrambles back to his group as if though he was worried Danny would change his mind. Odd.

The group of kids share the bottle between. They drink it quickly, some making faces as the carbonated bubbles go up their noses but happy.

The bottle is empty too quickly, and the kid comes stumbling back. "I know you said you didn't have change, but how many bottles could this buy me?"

Danny stares, and then he looks down at his haul. He has seven bottles left - one for each kid if he counted them right. "Look bring me smaller bills next time but for now just take the drinks"

"What kind of drug is it, if you dint mind me asking?" The boy says politely and Danny startles so hard he bangs his head on the metal latter.

A swears escapes his lips as the tiny boy- he could be no older then ten!- stiffens as if frighten. The group of kids behind him all become weary.

"It's not drugs! It's soda!"

"Soda?" The boy repeats confused then shrugs. "Sure man. Thanks!"

Taking all the bottles, the boy scrambles away, leaving the alley with his group as they all cheer. Danny shakes his head at them. This place is wild. He goes back to his jumps and ends up with more bruises than glowing powers.

But the following week the boy and his group retrun each carrying ones. Danny sells them more Cola for a dollar a piece encouraging them to save their bottles since he was running low. Then the week after that and the week after that, each time the group getting bigger.

Soon Danny starts to add different flavors, he hasn't found Sprite, Fonta or Dr.Pepper and he tries his best to bring the flavors back into this world. The kids loss their minds over it.

They nickname him Mr.Flavor since Danny forgets to introduce himself and now the little demons refuse to use his name even when he tells them. Danny realizes something weird is going on when adults start popping up in his alley also looking for a bottle.

He ends up making a steady income, walking home with a wab of cash. This is great since he is pretty sure he's near his card limit. The receptionist still eyes him with weary eyes but hasn't said anything as Danny builds a steady fulling for his drinks.

That's why when he wobbles back to his rented room now covered in even more reckless bruises, he is shocked to find his soda lab smashed to bits and a man in a red hood waiting for him.

"What the hell!" He yells as the man pointed a gun at his head.

"You think you can set up shop in my territory?" The man's growl is able to hear even with the voice changer.

Danny bristles "I can sell my soda wherever I want-"

"Soda?" The guy pauses, looking down at the various liquids sinking into the carpet. Before Danny can yell at him, the man reaches down and grabs two water bottles of every flavor. He walks backward to the smashed window - likely how he got in - with the gun still trained on Danny. "If this is anything other than Soda, say goodbye to your knee caps"

Danny lifts his chin "Shoot me. I'll turn ghost!"

The man says nothing as he flips backward through the window and vanishes into the night. Danny huffs, taking stock of the damage.

All his very small earthly possessions except for his three pairs of pants and shirts ( bought from a second-hand store with his soda money) were all ruined. He stumbles down to the front to report the damage, and the lady at the front actually shakes while telling him that they don't mind the damage.

Danny gives her a fifty as a thanks.

He tells the people the next day what happened. They all make faces and groan when he says it'll take time to replace his supplies. It's three days later that he finds the same helmet man in his room again. He was hit by a car earlier that night in a very desperate attempt to active his powers so he limps in, half sure he broken a bone or two.

The driver had speed away. A hit and run that hopefully won't be reported so no one will know Danny had noticed the driver was drunk and chose to get hit.

Danny spreads his arms "shoot me! Do it!"

Surely being shot would get Phantom back

The man shifts uncomfortable on his feet. "I'm not here to shoot you. I'm here to apologize. I tested your drinks and realized they were soda after all."

"So you smashed my stuff without verifying what it was? Lord of the flies you're evil!"

The man pauses. "Lord of the flies?"

"It's a classic. Read a book, pill head"

The man laughs. "I read plenty brat. Anyway, I brought you some gifts as a apology"

He pulls a tarp of a pile that Danny hadn't noticed in the dark. He gasps in delight when he sees state of the art chemistry sets all set up on a nice big table. He scrambled to the layout, eyes gleaming on the different syrups.

"This is awesome!" He chirps, picking up test tubes and checking thier quality. His mom would approve. His eyes catch a box underneath the table, which he quickly pulls out.

Inside are empty, new plastic disposals bottles. The lable has a shadowed leaping boy over the words "Mr. flavor Soda"

Danny gasps.

"I thought you needed a brand name." The man says, handing him a paper. "When you run out, go to this recycling place. They know to give you new bottles with your lable. Also, carry that sellers permit, or the cops will give you trouble. You know Anthony's Pasta?"

Danny gapes at the paper, blinking slowly. "No?"

"It's in Crime Alley. The Italian restaurant at the corner. They'll agreed to let you sell your drinks in thier lobby every Friday and Monday from opening to closing. There should be a light board in one of the boxes. Set up a menu for that day."

"What? Why would they agree to that?"

Danny can't see his face, but he thinks the man is smirking. "They owe me a favor or two. Do you best, kid, and stay off the streets"

"I'm not a kid. I'm fourteen, " Danny says, lifting his chin.

"Sure." The man steps back towards the window. Which seems to have been fixed in the nine hours Danny was out. Odd. "And kid? Please go to the free clinic."

He throws a business card with the clinics information before he vanishes into the shadows again.

Danny is left standing there with endorsement for a bubbling soda business with a shock expression.

Well, at least he has something to make some cash while getting his powers back.

[ayellowbirds]

review:

this shit tastes like the memory of the marbits in Lucky Charms

this soda tastes more like Peeps than actual Peeps

this tastes like and unlike any and all marshmallows i have ever eaten. i suspect that, if i mixed it with a chocolate soda and that weird-ass Mountain Dew Fruitquake, i would get something that in no way resembled a s'more but somehow conjured the god-demon of summertime campfire snacks

so...

yeah, 'salright.

[trollbreak]

I’ve got exactly 2 guys on my brain and they’re both early sunset tinted gradients

[jamneuromain]

Wild Child Chapter. 1

Series Summary:

As the granddaughter of the sole Duke in your country, you know that you were going to marry some douche prince, because it is the only way to solidify the grasp the future king has on the Upper House. On the flight home, you come up with a brilliant plan to defy your upcoming matrimony.

Bringing a random man to your grandfather's place, and say you have a boyfriend already.

"Is there anything else I should know about? Before I meet your family?" Ari cocks his head to the side, watching you adjusting your cerulean Valentino dress when you wave your hand dismissively.

"Just say we're in love and help me get out of marrying this D-bag."

Ari Levinson x You

#i didn't know he is my fiance-douchebag-prince

#when i did, it was too late

“Ladies and gentlemen, welcome on board Flight CM80072 from London to Ancetol. This is your Captain speaking. My name is…”

The broadcast started as you stuffed your ears with your earbuds. The screeching static along with the horrible noise whenever the captain chewed the mic in his lips and popped every consonant as if he couldn’t speak otherwise.

You should have brought your earplugs.

Or fly your private plane.

Correction: Fly your family’s private plane.

But you guessed they were still mad at you, which was probably the reason why the bodyguard they sent simply handed you an envelope with an airplane ticket inside.

“Would you like to see the menu?” The stewardess asked you with a kind smile, handing you the thick book of menu, “We have foie gras, smoked salmon, or veal rolls for the main course. Of course, you can also choose the vegan meal. All the ingredients are listed below the dishes.”

“I’ll have the veal roll.” You took a sip of the lemon-flavored soda she gave you earlier, “First course - the shrimp, and dessert would be the … ice cream, with extra berry toppings?”

“Excellent choice, Miss Y/L/N.” The stewardess nodded, taking notes of your demands, the impeccable smile still on her lips, “Any drinks?”

The bodyguard to your back coughed. Very loudly. Very spontaneously. As if he would be dead if someone didn’t hand him a glass of water or ship him off to the chemotherapy very soon.

“Cappu…” you changed your mind as soon as you were “reminded” that you were not allowed to drink alcohol, "Screw it, apple cider please.”

“Miss -” The bodyguard in the full black suit tried to warn you, “His Lordship won’t be pleased.”

“His Lordship,” you sniggered, “desperate measure to demonstrate his control over me, huh? Plus, I don’t think I recall our King has issued any announcement on the succession of the title. So, Lord him all you like. Pathetic man. I’m not respecting someone who participated perhaps even less than a minute in creating me.” You muttered the last few words under your breath.

You could practically imagine what “His Lordship” would do when he hears the report from the bodyguard, word for word.

He might throw some crystal ornaments to the wall, shouting at the top of his lungs, as if that would reinforce his authority.

A man to your right chuckled. Like you, he was just approached by the stewardess regarding his meal choice, now sipping scotch on the rocks. You glared at him. He looks like a man in his 30s. Terribly well dressed. The suit fitted his tailoring right up to his cufflinks. Golden cufflinks, you might add. White shirt without a tie. Long hair with a full-grown beard.

“Sorry, can’t help but overhear.” He raised his hands and folded them on his knees, “I’m Guy. Guy Thomas.”

“Mr. Thomas,” you shared your given name with him, but left out your family name, offering to shake his hand.

“Guy.” He stressed, “You’re from Ancetol?”

You were born in the outskirts of Ancetol, the capital of your home country, Ballenia, one of the few countries that are still ruled by a monarch. Your mother was relieved that you were blessed with a quick birth. But your father wanted nothing more than a boy. A boy that could take the family title and carry the family honor. Probably why he didn’t make an appearance until the second day of your birth. Reluctantly. You might add.

You spent the next couple of years of your life in a small town in Ballenia, growing up with your mother who thought innocently that your father would miraculously love you and accept you both as family.

You stopped believing in “a happy marriage” a long time ago. No. You stopped believing in “marriage”. And the fairy tales. And the lovely stories that told you one day, Prince Charming would come to rescue you riding his big white horse and ask you to be his wife, and some happily ever after bullshit.

No.

The reality was, fairly close to the story of your family, where the “Cinderella”, your mother, was abandoned by the prince, who is your father, and he had a couple of mistresses when Cinderella was only allowed to be presented during formal circumstances.

Ah yes, after all, a divorce would destroy the reputation of His Lordship. Making them look bad if they kick a civilian woman out of the door. The press would go frenzy about it, spreading the news that the “Cinderella” had been divorced by the cold-hearted heir of the Duke.

Luckily, or, unlucky for your father, it was your grandfather who carried the Duke title. Your grandfather who was equally displeased with you, a useless girl. Your grandfather, who passed away quite recently. Three days ago.

Hence, your urgent return. And some pretenses for the reputation of your family.

So, sunglasses it is then. During the funeral. With a white handkerchief. No one will see your dry eyes incapable of producing tears, not for that old bastard anyway. You thought to yourself, eyeing the huge bulk of a man next to you.

Did you forget to mention that the late Duke did the same trick as your father? Marrying a civilian woman and keeping a dozen mistresses in the same mansion they live in?

“You sound local.” You commented on the way he speaks English, “Are you from Ancetol as well?”

“Aww, what gave it away?” The man switched to fluent Ballenian, the language you haven’t heard of for years, and asked you, sounding sincere, “Is it the ‘r’? I always mess up the ‘r’.”

“Your name doesn’t sound local though,” you buckled your seatbelt as the stewardess stepped close to inform you the plane was ready to depart, lowering your eyes to fumble with the metal link, “Guy Thomas. Very American.”

Ari, no, Guy, pushed a little smile on his lips.

Of course, this name sounded American. You would freak out if he told you his true name.

“My mother is American and my father is Ballenian.” Which was 75% true because his mother was half American. The other half Danish.

He went by “Guy Thomas” when he was having fun among people and didn’t want to spoil everything by announcing he was Ari. The fucking prince of Ballenia.

Total mood killer.

“Are you here for business or pleasure?” You joked, “Or visiting your family?”

“Mostly business.” Ari fabricated a lie out of nowhere, “I work as a manager of my family business.” Technically that’s not a lie. He even slipped in some details for credibility.

Family business, the kingdom.

Manager, well sort of, since his dad owned the country.

“And I’m back in Ballenia to secure a deal.”

You lacked interest in business and all that, waving your hand as if dismissal, but allowing the stewardess to come and take away the food and drink in front of you, “hard to do business nowadays, especially when the Minister of Foreign Trade is a jackass.”

“You speak as if you know him.”

“Please, he’s been in that position for fifteen years.” You rolled your eyes.

The minister tried to get you to marry his hideous, lazy, pig-like son who knows nothing more than eating, smoking, and partying. Promising your father to “sweeten the deal” by favoring the company your mother owned but your father controlled.

Your father really would have said yes if it weren’t for the deal years ago, promising you to another man already. A man more powerful than the minister or his son will ever be.

“Of course, he is a jackass. If not now, then somewhere in his 15 years of gripping the foreign trade.” But you were not telling a total stranger about you being promised around like a Ming-Dynasty Vase. “Just look at the new announcement he made with the U.S. What deal did he make? None! Claiming that ‘further efforts are needed’. Further my ass. The Ambassador from the States could barely keep the smile on his face for Christ’s sake.”

Ari took a mental note to look into this “jackass” Minister.

“What about you?” He asked, “Visiting your family? Plan on staying here long?”

You pursed your lips on hearing the question.

Visit your family? How about dead family?

You were here to attend your grandfather, the late Duke’s funeral.

Staying long?

You wouldn’t curse yourself like that.

The longer you stay, the more probable your father and your mother will talk you into marriage.

You loved your mother, but for Christ’s sake, “I hope not.”

Ari didn’t respond to your reply. He simply hummed, making you confused about whether he agreed with you or not.

The plane did not wait for a minute more before departing into the air. A short while of gravity shift brought you 30,000 feet up in the sky. You pulled down the blind as the annoying sunlight burned your eyes, getting up for a bit more leg room and heading to the bathroom.

In the blink of an eye, a violent turbulence threw you off your own feet.

The soft ring of the safety belt sign turned the orange light on, while you slowly came to your senses that you weren’t embraced by the ground, but rather a firm body wrapping around you. One arm on your back, holding your upper body, another hung – rather awkwardly – in the air. You were sitting on his thick thighs sideways. Your ankle hurting. You were pretty much sure you twisted it with your damn heels.

“Miss Y/L/N!” The bodyguard hurried towards you, completely disregarding the tremble of the plane, rushing to your side. “Miss, I need you to try and stand up.” He held out an arm, leaning towards you to help you up.

Seeing him trying to assess how hurt your ankle was, you were very touched that he was concerned and reacted quickly. Maybe a small pay rise for him if you get back to your home?

Your bodyguard sighs, shaking his head with a disapproving look, “If this is your way of trying to escape the deal, his lordship won’t be pleased.”

Oh yes, the deal. The deal that simply packed you like a FedEx item and threw you to the palace door. The deal that promised you to the prince, right after you were born. The deal that you were told by your parents to honor for as long as you can remember. The deal lurking in the corner and bit you in the ass whenever you had done something to displease your father, reminding you over and over again that the only reason that you were alive was the fucking deal.

Apparently, your father had left out a most important piece of detail when instructing this bodyguard to “guard” you from running away.

You hardly ever do as you’re told.

“I think my ankle is broken.” You said dryly, pointing at your feet, not even trying to pretend that you can convince no one with your bland facial expression, “Can’t get up.”

Ari bit his lips so that he wouldn’t laugh.

You were sure as hell an interesting soul.

If he had any doubt or concerns regarding marrying you, a complete stranger in a matter of weeks, he now had none.

He thought you were the kind of girl who was a black sheep in the family, a wild child, with tattoos on your eyeballs or something. But you were nothing like his imagination.

Wild? Sure.

Black sheep? Compared to your father, the to-be-Duke, who seemed more like what the term was describing.

Ari raised his eyebrows, “Although I wouldn’t oppose you sitting on my thighs,” he nodded towards the stewardess who lurked behind the thin veil of curtain, “I’m afraid she would be unable to do her job properly if this continues.”

You clenched your jaw. Ignoring the extended hand from your bodyguard, you stood up, feeling instantly a sharp pain stinging your bones.

Bathroom was long forgotten, not that you have a chance to reach there on your own, you slumped down the seat and made sure you pushed the seat back until you could almost lie down like on a gurney. Lifting the hurting ankle on your other ankle, you closed your eyes.

Fuck his lordship.

The pain throbbing on your ankle. Your body dipped in both the coolness of the AC and the heat from your spine and the back of your head.

The few hours on the plane became more and more unbearable.

The veal roll didn’t lift your spirit in any way when it was brought to you.

The meat itself was fine. Only that it tasted like wax to you. You let out a long exhale as you outstretched your leg to ease the stress. Finishing the meal barely, you pushed the plate away, not even looking at the cider that you were thrilled to piss your father off with, and asked the stewardess for some paper. Empty sheets for writing.

She was clearly dumb-founded by your request, but hurried to carry your idea out.

You thanked her when she brought you some sheets, torn from some notepad as there were jigsaw razor edges on the side of the paper.

If the pain and the fact that every second you were closer to Ballenia was bothering you, you only needed something more bothering to take your mind off.

Ari narrowed his eyes when he cast a glimpse that you pulled out a pen from your bag from the overhead compartment and started writing on the empty sheets of paper.

Call him nosey but he wanted to know what you were writing.

Too inconvenient for him, your letters scribbled too small for his eyes to see. Occasional glimpses couldn’t help him read your writing. Nor that the content on your phone was clear enough for him to read either.

He did know that should be a text of some kind.

What text though? That was the real question.

…not some kind of text that could curse the royal family of the Ballenia, right?

Ari was almost amused by his own thoughts, before a shiver ran down his body and stuck an idea in his mind that this was totally and perfectly possible.

…you wouldn’t, would you?

Hard to tell. You weren’t exactly obeying the orders to marry him. Delaying it a couple of times in the past three years. And now, hearing that you had just called a minister “asshole” … or was it “butt ass” (?), anyway, something about ass, behind his back, and that you could mull a long face over your own bodyguard? Ari couldn’t figure out your temper and your actions all of a sudden.

The adjectives, that your father and his father used when they were talking about you, didn’t even come close to you.

“Kind” “Warm” “Considerate” “Perfect Princess”.

“Exceptional”. Maybe this was the right word.

Definitely different and strong-minded.

He could almost imagine the changes you would bring to his family and the kingdom.

He could discuss politics with you. You had your own thoughts and ideas, which was a good sign. Talk about foreign policies. Speaking of, he should really have someone fetch your dissertation from your university to understand where lies your interests. He’d allow gossip on the table too, if that’s what you like.

Ari hated gossip.

And there he was, imagining the future with you, before you were willing to marry him.

“If you want the book, I can lend it to you.” Your voice snapped him out of his fantasies. You had stopped scribing and rubbing your knuckles with your other hand. Pursing your lips together, you had, obviously, found out that he had his eyes glued to you.

“I’m sorry?”

“The History and Nature of International Relations.” You shrugged, twirling your wrist and your shoulder for writing too long, “I gotta warn you though, it’s pretty boring.”

Ari knew the correct answer to his question, but he asked either way, “You are studying it?”

“No. Yes. Hmpf,” You pouted at your change of words, “I did. I was. I was studying International Relations.” Something blipped in your mind, “Did you know this book?”

Ari smiled, “Took a course in International Relations years ago. I’m surprised they are still using it as an example of a textbook – where did you study?”

“NYU.” That’s a plain fat lie. You had a friend studying at NYU, but you were not planning on giving all your personal information away to a complete stranger, “You?”

Ari cocked his eyebrows. You were studying in Cambridge. He read that from your file.

“University of Ancetol.” Because studying there demonstrated the confidence of the Royal family in their country’s educational system. From there, the lies weaved themselves from his lips, “Got an undergrad degree and started to take over the family business. I visited New York last year,” along with his father, the King, but they travelled as quietly as they could, initiating a state visit without disturbing the press, “I miss school, now that I’m thinking of it.” Ari sighed deeply, “Wanted to get a grad degree but work’s too busy.”

“A manager in your family business?” You teased him light-heartedly, “Surely you can spare the time and study for a grad degree.”

Ari chose to evade this question. Reaching for his suit pocket, he fished out a business card with his name (Guy Thomas) and phone number on it, handing it to you, “Grad school doesn’t exactly tolerate me flying all over the world for … my family business.” He pushed his soft brown hair behind his ears, his eyes sparkling with a hint of joy that he had successfully fooled you, “Jewelry, my specialty. Diamonds, pearls, gemstones … call me if you need anything.”

“Oh, and she got her Master’s degree two months ago.” Ari casually dropped this to his parents in the middle of having dinner, he almost felt proud of his future wife, “Majoring in Political Science and International Relations. With a merit… no, distinction. The top 10% of her class.”

“We want a princess, not a college professor.” His father looked rather disappointed, “We were promised a princess.”

Ari didn’t understand.

If it were to be a marriage without love, he’d rather his spouse would be clever than bimbos who need help spelling “distinction”. Clever would mean he has a handful to deal with, yes, but what’s the fun in talking with someone who only cares about mani-pedi and the latest fashion magazines when he would be running the country?

Why wouldn’t they want someone smart as his wife?

“Your father is right, Ari,” his mother, Queen Olivia, reminded him with a softer tone, “we don’t need someone academically outstanding. We only want her to care for your home, you, and your future children.” She then turned to Ari’s father, King Victor, with blame framing her tone, “Told you should’ve just kept her with us when she was born. I knew Y/L/Ns were incompetent in raising our son’s future wife.”

Ari nearly spat out his food, “HOUSEWIFE?” Earning the “Shhh” from the Queen, he ignored the palace rules and the rules of being a prince altogether, “You want a HOUSEWIFE as the future queen?”

“For the moment.” Olivia waved her hand as if all this was not important, “Only temporal. After you get acquainted with the Upper House, you could divorce her and we’ll find you a proper wife.”

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[manicplank]

How hydrated are they

I'm not elaborating any more I'm only asking how much water they drink :33

Hydration

(if you're seeing this, drink some water!)

Peppino: DEHYDRATED. Takes maybe 2 sips of water a day. Mostly drinks soda. Thinks water is gross. It's amazing that he hasn't died.

Gustavo: Relatively hydrated. Prefers to drink water instead of soda. Refuses to drink tap water because of all the chemicals in it.

Mr. Stick: Dehydrated. Someone needs to tell him that coffee isn't as hydrating as he thinks it is.

Pepperman: Hydrated. He has to drink plenty of water or he'll die. If he starts to wrinkle, he'll chug a gallon of water.

The Vigilante: Somewhat dehydrated. He has to drink enough water to keep himself from drying out, but he doesn't keep up with it.

The Noise: Surprisingly hydrated. Has 3 drinks on hand at all times (coffee, water, and something flavored like soda or juice). The neurodivergent special (I'm projecting). Though, he does have days where he doesn't drink much and will only take a couple sips.

Noisette: Relatively hydrated. She always has some sort of water cup or bottle with her. She probably has one of those giant water bottles. However, her love for coffee can get in the way.

Fake Peppino: Hydrated. Always. Has to be careful; if he drinks too much, he gets too goopy, but if he drinks too little, he gets stiff and dry.

Pizzahead: Dehydrated. Almost never drinks water. It's always soda or coffee. He would rather die than drink water. Fuckin idiot.

Pillar John: Decently hydrated. He doesn't have to drink a lot of water. Too much water will cause internal erosion, which is incredibly painful.

Gerome: Somewhat dehydrated. Like John, he doesn't have to drink much, but he almost never drinks at all. He might have a sip or two of water when he eats.

[motorcycleboy9]

My take on The Outsiders Modern AU (I'll maybe draw something on that later)

Ponyboy Curtis

transmasculine agender, bisexual, he>they(she)

- ponyboy isn't his real name, but a nickname he picked in 2020, when first realized he's transmasc. kinda regrets it but everyone already got used to it.

- is short and insecure about it

- likes dressing nicely, but doesn't really have money for any good clothes. steals some old pieces from soda's closet.

- bisexual. though had a pre-trans phase when he thought that he only liked girls.

- listens to the smiths & arctic monkeys

- hadn't start on smoking yet, but thinks that with amount of stress in his life will start eventually. probably will do the vape ones, especially if they're chocolate flavored.

- mrs. curtis is alive in this setting, but mr. curtis died in car crash. so yeah, she's a single mom, though darry's trying to help her out.

- he and johnny share the same interest - manga. that's probably how they became friends. (they went to the same middle school)

Johnny Cade

gay guy, he/they

- grows his hair out, though doesn't really know how to manage it (it has wavy texture)

- has conservative parents who are aware he's gay. neglected him ever since, and even said stuff sort of a "you are not our son anymore", which made johnny hate his own household.

- in a world where not all of the se hinton's characters are white I would like to think that johnny's mom is filipino. (he's probably half or 1/4th)

- doesn't smoke cause the smell makes him start coughing badly. and also because his parents smoke a lot, and he doesn't want to be like them.

- broke his leg and back once. not because of saving kids in a burning church this time though. probably a much more stupid reason.

- actually liked being in the hospital cause then he didn't have to see his family & couldn't go to school.

- have been bullied in middle school. pony was the person who tried to help him out, but couldn't have done much.

Dallas Winston

cis guy, bisexual (in denial), he/him

- has christian parents and got a religious trauma.

- got pretty conservative views because of the church, but is trying to work it through.

- told johnny that only girls and gays wear long hair. the thing is johnny's actually gay. and Dallas is indeed wrong.

- had a breakdown when realized that he likes guys.

- started smoking to piss off his parents, but actually got into a habit. hates vaping, thinks that they're not 'real stuff'

- used to be a bully in middle school and earlier (he and johnny went to different middle schools, though. so no, he didn't bully Johnny)

- sometimes when he runs away from his parents at night, he goes to Johnny's place. and then they both go and hang out somewhere.

- brags about living in New York for a few years. everyone thinks it's tuff. but no one knows what he was actually doing there. (me neither)

thanks to everyone who read this to the end! I'm sorry for any grammar mistakes. also, I would really appreciate it if you would help me think of any headcanons for Shepards, Cherry, Steve or Two-bit. and stay tuned for the next part.

[mimisempai]

Who cares?

Summary

Through a can of soda and an indirect kiss, Aziraphale learns that love is also made up of small, ridiculous and meaningless things, and that he has nothing to be ashamed of.

Notes

Day 14 : Indirect kiss

On Ao3

Rating G -  860 words

Aziraphale was leaving Mr. Arnold's when he saw Crowley and Muriel returning from one of the Angel's expeditions. He made his way toward them, and when he was in front of them, it was Muriel who called out, "Aziraphale!"

The angel was telling him about their visit to the museum and the seemingly amusing anecdotes Crowley had told them about some of the artists he'd met in the past, when Aziraphale noticed that they were both holding the same thing. 

Curious, he asked, "What is it?"

Murie replied enthusiastically, "It's cream soda, it tastes great and it feels weird when you drink it. You should try it! Oh!"

They waved their arms and continued, "I'm off to Maggie's! See you both tomorrow!"

Aziraphale and Crowley watched in amusement as the angel hopped off to the record store.

Crowley handed the can to Aziraphale, "Muriel insisted I have one too, but it's a little too sweet for my taste, I think you'd like it, Angel."

Aziraphale took the can, studying it a bit before bringing it to his lips. After a sip he exclaimed, "It's good, a bit of a chemical taste, but I like it."

They started walking toward the bookshop and Crowley was finishing telling him about his escapade with the angel when Aziraphale's attention was drawn to two girls passing them.

"Aw, that's so sweet. He drank from his friend's can!"

"Yeah, it's like an indirect kiss!"

"So cute!"

He heard them giggle all the way around the corner. Crowley must not have heard, because he was still telling the story of the museum visit, undisturbed.

Aziraphale looked at the can, took another sip, blushed, then handed it to Crowley, "Here, dear, have a sip."

The demon shook his head, "I told you, too sweet."

Aziraphale insisted, "Oh, come on, a little sweetness is good for the mood."

Crowley grabbed the can, took a sip, and handed it back to Aziraphale, saying, "Really too sweet."

He didn't see the Angel blush further, unable to stop the two girls' words from spinning around in his head.

Indirect kiss.

Indirect kiss.

Indirect kiss.

Aziraphale repeated the same pattern twice all the way to the bookshop, somewhat surprised by Crowley's lack of resistance.

Perhaps the soda was to his liking after all.

They entered the shop and Aziraphale looked at the can with disappointment, for it was now empty.

"Angel, I'm exhausted. Muriel's a real ball of energy and she's used up mine."

The demon slumped down on the sofa and Aziraphale replied, "I bought a new kind of tea, I'm going to make myself a cup, do you want one?"

Crowley shook his head and replied, "No, thank you. I'll pass."

Aziraphale, secretly pleased, went to the kitchen area to prepare his tea.

He returned a few moments later to sit next to the demon on the sofa, his cup in his hands.

He blew on it a bit and took a sip. He couldn't help but hum with delight, for the tea was really good.

"Absolutely delicious! Too bad you didn't want any! This new flavor is-"

"Let me taste it."

Crowley had straightened up and moved to take the cup, but to Aziraphale's surprise, he leaned over and said, "I'd rather taste it here."

Then he closed the distance and, gently pressing his lips to the angel's, gave him a tender kiss.

Then, pulling back a little, he winked at Aziraphale and said playfully, "It's better when the kiss is... direct, isn't it?"

Aziraphale gasped and murmured, "You... you heard them?"

Crowley chuckled softly and replied, "Yeah, they weren't very discreet and it was so cute to see you make me drink just for that and to see you all flustered afterwards."

Aziraphale pouted and said in a sulky voice, "I hope you had fun laughing at my expense."

Crowley said softly, "Angel, I just told you it was cute. Not everything has to be serious and profound. I loved that your feelings for me drove you to that little moment of craziness. Yes, it's a little childish, but who cares?"

Crowley then took the cup from the angel's hands and took a sip before passing it to Aziraphale, who took a sip in turn, blushing slightly.

Crowley raised an eyebrow and asked, "Well?"

Aziraphale lost his sullen air and, with a playful smile on his lips, put his arm around the demon's neck and, pulling his face close to his own, kissed him gently before saying, "You're right, my dear, a direct kiss is much better. Besides, even the tea tastes better that way."

They stared at each other in silence for a few seconds before laughing at their foolishness.

That evening, the cup of tea passed regularly from one mouth to the other, and each sip was followed by kisses and complicit laughter.

Because that's what their love was like.

Sometimes big, heartbreaking declarations.

Sometimes deep, heart-to-heart.

It was made up of all of that and of moments like this, light, superficial, with no real purpose other than the joy of having fun together. 

Because, as Crowley said, as long as they were happy, who cared.

_________

Still not beta'd

Still not my native language

Still hoping you'll enjoy this story  🥰

Still thanking you for bearing with me 😝

Ineffable Growing Love series : here (After season 2)

Ineffable Husbands masterlist : here (Before season 2)

[luvrrgirl444]

chapter 8: bros so obsessed w me

a month & a half later

“yo, wassup guys!” connie shouted at the camera from the passenger seat.

the four of you were in jean’s car, with jean in the driver’s seat, connie in the passenger seat, and you and sasha in the backseat.

“could you be any fucking louder, bro?” jean questioned while rolling his eyes.

“anyways!” you exclaimed from the backseat. “today we’re doing a q&a slash would you rather in the car, because why the fuck not?”

“we also have chipotle!” sasha said, putting her burrito into the camera.

“i swear if i see one grain of rice in my goddamn car, you guys will never set foot in here again.”

you three giggled at jean’s words, even though you knew he was dead serious.

“so,” sasha started. “we asked you guys on instagram to send us some questions.”

connie then opened instagram on his phone and entered the group account.

“yo, over 10,000 replies is crazy.” he said, scrolling through the replies.

question 1: when did u guys first start making youtube videos?

“we started making videos as a group back in middle school.” connie answered before taking a sip of his root beer.

you and sasha groaned. “those videos are mad embarrassing” sasha said.

you all nodded. “i looked fucking terrifying with braces.” you said.

“bro looked like missy from big mouth.” connie said before him, jean and sasha bursted into laughter.

a picture of younger you appeared onto the screen, with a picture of missy beside it. the words ‘spot the difference (HARD)’ were also on the screen.

“connie, you laughing a bit too much for a bitch who looked like eleven for most of their life.” you replied while rolling your eyes.

jean choked on his soda and sasha continued laughing.

“no,” laugh “fucking,” laugh “way,”

a picture of younger connie appeared onto the screen with a picture of eleven beside it. ‘twins’ was put onto the screen.

“the fuck are you two laughing at?”

“yeah, sasha. you literally looked like that funny bitch from the loud house,”

“and jean looked like sherman from mr peabody and sherman. with those round ass glasses.”

they both went silent and you and connie laughed. they then joined in and continued laughing.

🫧

jean was answering the twelfth question when you got a notification on your phone.

it was a text from eren.

hot british guy: hey are you busy?

it had been a month and a half since you gave him your number, and you guys had been texting everyday. you had found out a lot more about him, like the fact that he lived with his adoptive sister and their childhood best friend.

you opened the text message and replied while your friends were arguing about which gatorade flavor is the best.

with a smile on your face, you turned your phone off and rejoined the gatorade debate.

“bro fruit punch is literally the best flavor.” connie said.

“nah. we all know its lemon lime,” you replied, and sasha nodded her head.

“i agree. cool blue is definitely in second place.”

connie turned and looked at sasha with a hurt expression on his face.

“sasha, what the fuck? i thought you were my twin?”

“don’t ever do that expression again,” sasha told him before busting into laughter.

“okay!” jean said to the camera. “i say we wrap this shit up, before connie has a fucking meltdown,”

“fuck you!”

“hope you guys enjoyed the video, bye!” you and sasha said in sync.

🫧

- the video concept is based the sturniolo triplets

- i haven’t updated in SO LONG IM SORRY

taglist !! : @greeniegreengreen @hahaimnotdeadyet @bakuhoes-bxtch @itzgabz22 @princess-jaeger @marsandsaturn @violenthots @urlovemaze @conniesbbymama @llovergirlll @iheartamajiki @444yeager @liliorsstuff-blog

[strawbs-screaming]

how i think the boxers text

i was bored. also clay puppington looks like don flamenco to me somehow. goodbye

Glass joe - he would type with extra double spaces and use a lot of emojis for the wrong purposes with random capital letters

Example:

"hello. Have you seen my water bottle?"

"aran. is. in the hospital 🤯🤯🤯 call Later!! 🗣️"

Von Kaiser - okay grammar and uses a space before question marks & exclamation points, uses emojis in the intended (boring) way

Example:

"okay !! on my way !! 🚶🏻‍♂️🚶🏻‍♂️🚶🏻‍♂️"

"aran fell down a pothole !! It is NOT 🙅‍♂️ funny !!"

Disco Kid - uses slang often and gets creative with emojis, likes to use keyboard smashes to laugh and leaves typos in for flavor

Example:

"aran really said 🕳️⬅️🏃‍♂️"

"HELP IM EVAPORATEINF😭😭😭😭 LMAO AHKAJSJSJSJSNNSNS PLEASEE"

"YOURW GOING TO JAIL FOR THAT ONE 👮‍♂️👮‍♂️🚔🚔🚨🚨 WEE WOO WEE WOO"

King Hippo - Really ominous messages, texts like hes telling you hes done a mission, sometimes forgets to use a dot and uses a comma instead, sometimes responds with emojis that have 0 relevance

Example:

"oh no,"

"I took care of him. The job is done."

" 🍝🤯"

Piston Hondo - squeaky clean grammar, uses emojis rarely unless he forgets the name of something

Example:

"Alright. I'll call later."

"What was the name of this? I know how it looks like but forgot the name. Looks something like this: 🥨. I think it was called a praised eel or something?"

Bear Hugger - He texts like a Facebook mom, down to the wording and everything

Example:

"You mean pretzel? 🤣"

"How did he fall down a pothole?! 😮"

Great Tiger - too lazy to fix typos so it looks like a ancient language, likes spamming the same emoji over and over again when hes run out of responses, autocorrect fucks his messages up even more

Example:

"wesir did srsn fslk doen s potjole?? (wait did aran fall down a pothole?"

"i dont knoe sf is ıoıld laıyknsyn at araj fellimf dlen and pırjolej" (i dont know if i should laugh at aran falling down a pothole)

"👀👀👀👀👀"

Don Flamenco - proper grammar with some tiny typos that gets autocorrect to mess his message up, his autocorrect is literally cursed, it runs his messages daily

Example:

"Did aran fall town s pit joke??"

"I am do confused"

Aran Ryan - unhinged, emphasizes random parts for no reason, emojis after every sentence, wrong emojis everywhere

Example:

"I fell DOWN a pothole! 🏃‍♂️🏃‍♂️🏃‍♂️"

"shut UP 🖕🖕🖕🚔🦗🖕🥨"

"ILL drag you down there MYSELF!! 🗣️🗣️😡😡"

Soda Popinski - like a grandpa in the good way, sends those positive good morning images in every groupchat hes in

"Rise and shine! 💖"

"I just woke up. Don't know whats going on! 👀"

"Get well soon! 💐🌼✨"

Bald Bull - texts like your dad, except he switches out moves completely when hes cursing someone out

Example:

"ok"

"👍"

"You dumb bitch. Fuck you ass hole."

Super Macho Man - texts like hes making a copypasta

Example:

"Rise and GRIND! 🗣️ Surfs up today! 🤙🤙 Im catching waves like theres no tomorrow! 🏝️🌊"

"I have no idea. I am literally so confused right now. My brain is not working. My thought are not thoughting. I need a reboot. "

Mr Sandman - FINALLY someone that types like a normal person!!

Example:

"How did you fall down a pothole?"

"how great."

[corvusspecialartist]

OmegaMart Warhammer Headcanons

Location:

Anywhere and any-when

Often pops up with spaceships are in transit in the warp

Occasionally pops up in primarch spaceships to "refuel" on certain products

Products (a meager sample size of what we sell!):

Hubris: A soda that comes in 20 different flavors! The flavors range from "know it all" to "I can do this myself" Every single can has a primarch on the front... we just recently replace the Guilliman brand for it has been selling like hotcakes.

Diet Hubris: An almost infinite soda brand. It is for those who think that Hubris has "too strong" of a flavor. If you have a favorite Marine? There's a beverage JUST for them. The current popular types are: Despoiler, Dante, and Bile.

Sangy-Down: Are you tired of your average blanket? Do the feathers tend to leak out and make your skin itch? Well not anymore! Introducing Sangy down... made from the finest feathers... we guarantee that this pillow will grant you the most restful sleep or your money back guaranteed!

Lecto-Diviniatus: For those religious types! We have the proper material for your studies! We even have the first copy signed by the author himself!

However, if you want to get your fix of forbidden romance (Guilliman x Yvraine), the trashy romance section is in the back! Despite my personal objections... Mr. Omega agreed to sell it. But the trashy romance aisle was our compromise... he may be our mascot, but he has taste.

Wraithbone Dog Chews: Do you have that pet that just won't stop chewing? You can get this and the chewing will be gone... Ignore the screaming the occansionaly threat! and we make our custom chews in house!

So come on down.. and there's no idea what's in store for you!

[the-s1lly-corner]

I'm back on my silly goofy haha bullshit once more. [This time with itward]

Itward with a reader who likes to make bread and tend to plants, maybe they make flower crowns and gifts for itward like bread and plant related things! [A basket made out of dead grass or handmade paper/books! Paper can be made from a bunch of weeds and just plants in general mixed with baking soda and boiled!]

Make sure to take time to rest, get water and eat something, such as a snack! :D

Itward x reader who bakes and does plant stuff !

LETS GO ITWARD FANS WE EATING TONIGHT!!!!!

God I'm so so sad that fran bow and little misfortune is.. not that popular <\3 or at least doesnt have a huge active fanbase

Which sucks because it deserves the attention! The game is amazing and did a lot for me growing up (comfort media am I right?) And you can tell the creators put so so so much passion into the games

Also itward pretty

Honestly until we are confirmed otherwise, I like to think that everyone returned to ithersta after the end of the game... and until more content comes out (iirc they are working on a DLC bonus chapter! Dont quote me on that !!) And disproves that, I am going to believe that itward raises fran in ithrsta

Anyways

Whether the reader is human or from a different reality, they're here in ithersta, too! Plus I think that's the most fitting place given the prompt :0

You and itward love baking together, often exchanging recipes and sharing tips on how to get the best product!

Imagine you two start a garden in order to be more self sufficient! Berries and veggies (get creative with the bread flavors!!!!) and the like are grown in your garden as well as some herbs and such! As well as other general plants that may be needed for whatever; potions, ointments, ect!

Plus itward just seems to be the type to be as self sufficient as possible, doesn't tend to buy things unless it's something he truly cant produce on his own..

Very friendly but asides from Fran, mr midnight, palontras, ziar, and the great wizard, and even cogwing, I dont think itward speaks to many people, given his introverted nature... at least according to the character sheet KMGs posted a few months ago!

Keeps every single piece of paper you've made for him. Compiling them all into multiple books! Keeps all his books in a little shelf he built in his ship... they're all kept neat, tidy, and dusted!

Ooouuugh he looooves when you make him flower crowns, loves slipping them around his hat and letting them rest on the brim of it

Dries out the crowns so he can preserve them for as long as possible... adds them to the main area of his flying ship, where the little shadow theatre thing is!

No thoughts only you two in the garden and he tucks a flower behind your ear.. looks at you with so so much love

You think his eyes can get all huge? Like cat eyes? Because I think so... his eyes get all round when he looks at you

Full of love

Okay back to the baking portion of this because I'm kind of neglecting it a bit, I feel

Theres nothing sweeter than baking something with your loved one, and enjoying your team work and company

I think you guys would have music softly playing in the background while you both work together

Maybe I want to rewatch fried green tomatoes, but you guys end up having a lighthearted food fight

Completely out of character for itward, but I think you can spark this silliness in him

Plus despite what the suit may imply, I think itward doesnt mind getting dirty... I mean he literally is an engineer! Bro probably gets greasy sometimes! Please help him clean the crevices between his bones

... that's another idea I absolutely adore and have talked about ^^^

Hold his hand and help him clean between his bones, please please he'd be so still and patient

[soulsoffairlight]

I FOUND THIS MASTERPIECE IN MY NOTES AND I DO NOT REMEMBER WRITING IT 😭😭😭😭????

It has been an hour since Lips slid an empty cocomelon themed paper plate to Zoot, staring at him intently through his shut eyes.

Zoot, confused as the only contents of the plate are an empty pistachio shell, has only stared back.

"Zoot why arent you eating your ray william johnson pog champ wholesome 100 les claypool special burger im getting angry" Lips finally asked, crossing his arms in a way that seems more amused than angry.

"What" replied Zoot.

Lips, annoyed, turned to take another swig of his Alice in chains superstore brand puscifer special les claypool special crack soda (cheese whiz miracle whip couple tortilla flavor)

"Omg is that the Alice in chains superstore brand puscifer special les claypool special crack soda (cheese whiz miracle whip couple tortilla flavor)" exclaimed zoot

"Yes"

"Omg that's so cool!!1!1!1!!1!!!1!1!1!1!!"

"Here bbg you can have some 🩵"

Lips threw the can at zoots face.

Zoot absorbed the soda and can into his magical body, immediately gaining +28828383838383838228 iq because les claypool makes you smart

Jesus appeared to them, holding a kitten

"you two shalt play chess with Mr. Bungle" the savior announced, handing Mr. Bungle the Kitten to them

"OK thank you jesus" Lips smiled as he took the cat

"Omg I'm so good at chess I win 4939838338838383838383838383 times while sleeping" zoot said

"That's so hot"

"Ikr"

"I wanna see it lets (claypool) play chess" Lips screamed at the top of his lungs as he pulled the chessboard out of his pocket and placed it on the table

Unfortunately it clipped through the table and fell on the floor

"Oops ill pick it up don't worry" zoot offered kindly and loudly

With the power of les claypool special burger and mr bungle the kitten at his side zoot rose the chess board back to the table

"Omg babe you're so talented" Lips yelled back

I THINK I WAS UNMEDICATED AND EXTREMELY HYPERNLMFAOO

[lad-liam-1674]

Modern The Outsiders headcanons:

- I think Soda would try audio books but give up like 2 minutes in

- I saw another person say Pony would be on book tok, and I 100% agree

- All of them pirate movies, but mostly Dallas, Two-bit, and Soda.

- I'm kinda 50/50 on if Pony would vape mainly because it could mess with his athletic health.

-Although if it had a chocolate flavor, then it's more likely he would vape

- I think Darry or Dallas would implement text tones in the gangs group chats (things like /j, /s, /gen, and others)

-This might be more of a mental health hc, but I think Johnny would worry someone was mad at him because their text tone seemed off. So they started using them to help Johnny.

- But it also helps everyone know when Two-bit is joking or not.

- Pony seems like the type to listen to true crime podcasts/audio books while doing dishes or cleaning and zone out until he hears something COMPLETELY out of pocket. (That happened when I first read the outsiders, lol)

- Darry would like the history channel, it seems like something Pony and him could watch together.

-Johnny and Dallas would pirate and binge watch horror movies.

- Pony would watch criminal minds, Soda though it was weird until he saw the Angel maker episode and got hooked.

- Johnny would collect trinkets and hide them in place in his room, Pony would do it to.

-Dallas would attract an UNHOLY amount of hello kitty girlies to him.

- Pony would play those typing games on the computer that teach you how to type faster/ properly

-Soda relies on autocorrect for almost everything

-Pony, Johnny, and Dallas would depend on melatonin to sleep 90% of the time. The three of them have a gc for when one of them can't sleep

-Soda and Twobit should be on adhd meds, but both just refuse to be put on them.

- Ngl I think Darry learned how to type extremely fast because of the gang texting him the most concerning shit at like 7am

-When the Curtis parents were still alive, they had a gc with only their bio kids, another gc with the adopted ones, and one more with all of them.

-When they died, everyone silently agreed to still send happy birthday text to Mr and Mrs Curtis even if they weren't there anymore to answer them.

[justyoureverydaysinner]

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[heykoonsy]

Word Count: 3.7k+

Pairing: Husk x Angel Dust (HuskerDust/AngelHusk), some Angel Dust x OC sprinkled in for flavor

Summary: “Give him everything but your ass.” Angel Dust was tasked with one job: convince the investor to subsidize Valentino’s agency. Angel was more of a closer to Valentino, enticing the wealthier of his associates into funding projects for him. However, this latest pitch didn’t go as planned and Angel’s hubris prevented him from seeing the potential drawbacks of a one night stand with someone Valentino marked. In this slow burn love story, Angel must confront the worst parts of himself if he is going to win back his career.

Content Warnings: Rated 18+ for foul language & threatening dialogue

Author's Note: I loved, loved, loved writing this chapter! It's namesake was my favorite scene. Enjoy!

It had been a week since Valentino told Angel to fuck off and he was going stir crazy inside the hotel. He was actually participating in…companionship. He needed to get back to work. He’d done plenty reflecting these last few days . He’d gotten too comfortable with an investor, he lost Val money, he was there to do a job, yada yada. He’d been over this in his head–it was all he was able to think about. 

“C’mere,” Husk said blankly. “I’ll make ya a drink.”

“Huh?” Angel asked. He looked over across the lobby where Husk was now setting up a glass. 

“Get your ass over here, I’ll make you something good.”

Angel sauntered over slowly, but since he wasn’t one to turn down anything free he obliged and sat down at the bar. “You’re in a giving mood, what’s up?”

“I remembered a mixed drink from when I was top-side.” He got out the shaker and began filling it with two juices and some coconut rum. “Malibu Bay Breeze. Drink up.”

“Well shit, I’da settled for a vodka soda, but I’ll take it.”

Husk had been doing this all week. Yesterday it was a Fuzzy Navel. The day before that it was a Bahama Mama. Now he was sipping a Malibu Bay Breeze at three in the afternoon. He wondered mutely why he’d gone to all the trouble, but the thought was quickly dispelled once Angel took a sip of the cherry red liquid. 

“Oh, now that’s good.”

“You’ve never tried it before? I woulda thought you’d be all over this one.” Husk’s tone was cheerier, like he was shooting the shit. 

“There’s booze in this?” Angel asked, raising an eyebrow. “It’s a little too weak for me, Husky.” He pushed the glass towards Husk, giving him a flirty look. 

“I don’t pour weak drinks,” he pushed it back. 

Angel shrugged his shoulders and sipped the drink, mildly amused. He watched as Husk made quick work of putting away everything. Angel took a moment to check his phone. He debated calling up Cherri, but then he’d have to explain where he’d been all week. Reliving his mistakes was not something he wanted to do. He just wanted to move past everything already. Then, Angel felt his phone vibrate in his hand. 

“Jax,” he said as he answered the call. 

“Mr. Valentino is expecting you. He arranged to have you picked up.”

Angel heard Jax hang up first. It looks like Val cooled off and was ready to let Angel work again. 

Finally. 

Angel sucked down the rest of his drink and rose from his seat at the bar. “Well, looks like they need me back at work,” Angel smirked. “Couldn’t go a day without seein' little old me.” He put the empty glass on the counter. 

Husk nodded and watched as he sauntered off. 

Angel quickly got ready, tossing on a top that didn’t have a depression induced chocolate milkshake stain on it. He put all of his stuff in a purse and headed down to the lobby once more. By the time he strutted towards the door, Jax was already there to open it for him. 

“Where are we meeting?”

“He won’t be seeing you today, he arranged a vehicle for you to go meet with the team for your next production.”

Angel stopped in his tracks. Another picture was already started? Brut had just cleaned up his set a few days ago. “Oh? Who’s the director?” Angel asked, pretending to be intrigued. 

“Mr. Valentino is having you meet Guerrero at his studio to grab the script and go over a timetable.”

Angel turned his face from Jax so he wouldn’t see the anger that crossed his face. “Let me guess, he wants another scene of me all tied up? I’ll give it to him, he’s a kinky basta’d.”

Jax opened the door to the car and Angel crawled inside. It looked like Val was still punishing him. He took away Brut’s passion project, Agony’s debut as an A-lister, and now it seemed like this picture with Guerrero is to recoup some of his losses. Not to mention Val knew Angel had a dislike for Guerrero ever since their last picture with him directing. 

Guerrero was a fine director, sure, but he was no Brut. He likes good, clean fucking, no artsy bullshit. Like he always says: “It’s porn sweetheart, nobody’s thinking about the rule of thirds.” That and he always got a little handsy with Val’s girls. Himself included. But what else would you expect from a lecherous ass?

Angel could feel the energy leaving his body. He sighed, wondering what the next few weeks would look like. No doubt some easy money. Guerrero’s products sold like hot cakes even when Angel wasn’t featured, so this was a cash grab pure and simple. At least he could phone it in…and maybe his co-star would be hot. 

Angel Dust rested his back against the seat of the car and looked out the window. He could feel the alcohol in his system start to make his cheeks flush. Either he was suddenly a lightweight or Husk wasn’t kidding earlier. 

He chuckled to himself. It had been a while since he’d gone to a pitch buzzed before.

Angel took his time with his cigarette as he stood outside Guerrero’s studio waiting for Val’s ride to show. He’d seen Spitzers inside, most likely trying to get Guerrero’s signature on a lucrative opportunity, With his charisma alone he would have gotten his way. But Valentino sank his hooks into Guerrero just like he sank them into Angel. And there was no escape. Angel snuck a peek behind him, through the glass doors where he saw Spitzers exchanging handshakes with Guerrero’s team. He looked off into the distance when he heard the door open. 

Spitzers walked up to Angel, keeping a respectful distance as he looked at his phone. 

“Rough meeting?”

Spitzers chuckled in reply. “Seems like I can’t make a deal with anyone these days.”

Angel handed him his pack of cigarettes, a kind gesture. “He’ll get over it once Guerrero’s new picture hits.”

Spitzers took the pack and grabbed one for himself. He lit it quickly. After a drag he looked at Angel.

“How mad did I make him?”

Angel laughed bitterly. “Mad enough.”

“So I’ll do business in another level for a while and watch Valentino kiss my ass.”

Angel kept the same expression, taking in another breath.

“I hope it was worth it for ya,” Spitzers said with a wink and a gentle hand at Angel’s waist. 

During their conversation, Spitzer's car had pulled up. He got in. He and Angel exchanged a knowing glance before Spitzers looked forward and signaled his driver to move on. 

Angel Dust finished his cigarette and stomped it out on the concrete below his chunky boots. He watched as Spitzers’ car got smaller in the distance. 

I hope it was worth it for ya.

Angel grinned from ear to ear. An orgasm like that? Maybe a week off work listening to Charlie babble about redemption wasn’t so bad. Not that they could do it again, even if they tried. 

Angel Dust watched as Husk dried a glass behind the bar. He looked about as gruff as the day they’d first met. Which was perfectly fine. Friendliness got on his nerves, as did goodie-goodies. So Charlie. Charlie got on his nerves.

But she wasn’t here at the moment. She was off with what’s-her-tits saving Hell. Which meant that a certain someone, Angel, could get drunk without any pushback from the world’s most annoying demon. He could already taste the grenidine, the schnapps…the rum! 

“Oh, Husky!” Angel said in his sultry tone. 

Husk looked over, his expression changing…slightly? Well, whatever. Angel sat at the bar with a smile on his face. “Somethin’ sweet please, I wanna start off this bend'a right!”

“That’s how you wanna start off? Mixers? Princess is away, why not start off strong?”

Angel raised a curious brow, “And what would you suggest? Shots?”

Husk made quick work of putting together two shots. One for each of them. “The Naughty Neapolitan.” Husk announced, unveiling his creation.

“Those are my col’as!” Angel shouted excitedly. 

Angel raised his hand and picked up the shot, he waited for Husk to pick up his. After they clinked, Angel knocked his back quickly. He placed his glass back on the table. He smiled at Husk for a second. “You were right, a shot was the way to go.”

“I got this other one I remembered,” Husk said, raising a finger for Angel to wait.

Angel watched as Husk made another with practiced ease. He took no time presenting…

“The Pirate’s Treasure,” Husk said, pushing a glass towards Angel. 

“It looks gorgeous.”

Husk nodded and stuck out his glass to Angel before knocking it back. He sat it on the bar with an audible clack. Angel did the same. 

He made a face, “Damn, that one was aggressive.”

Husk sneered, “Good though.”

“Maybe if I weren’t too keen on breathin’.”

Husk raised an eyebrow. “I thought you said you were gonna tie one on tonight. You backing out already?”

Angel narrowed his eyes. “Husky, if I didn’t know any better I’d think you were trying to seduce me.” He leaned in close. 

Husk narrowed his eyes as well, and suddenly, slammed two more shot glasses on the table. “Round three?”

Angel smirked, “Round three.”

Angel wobbled slightly, his heeled boots being more of a hindrance tonight than they ever were. He placed a hand on the wall of the hallway. “Husky, I can’t walk. I need help.”

Husk walked ahead of him and turned to face Angel. “You didn’t even make it five feet from the bar.”

Angel laughed, batting at Husk playfully. “I didn’t?” He looked back towards the rich brown of the bar. “Huh, guess not,” he laughed. 

Husk huffed and started to grab for Angel’s arm to pull him away from the wall. “Wait, wait,” Angel pulled away and let his back slam against the wall. “Ouch,” he laughed. 

Husk chuckled, “What is it?” 

“I can walk, you just have to take off my boots.” Angel raised his knee for Husk to grab. 

Husk looked into Angel’s eyes for a split second before taking Angel’s knee in his hand. He unzipped Angel's boot quickly, trying not to linger too long as he dropped Angel’s leg. Angel watched breathlessly as Husk reached for his other knee. He noticed Husk knit his eyebrows together like he was concentrating. 

“What, can’t focus?” Angel laughed with a touch of cynicism. 

Husk didn’t answer for a moment–taking his time as he slipped Angel’s other boot off. “Nah, the booze just hit, I couldn’t see the little puller for your boots.”

“We’ve been drinking all night and the booze just hit you?”

Husk just looked up at him. “I ain’t a lightweight, kid.” Husk dropped Angel’s leg, but kept his boots firmly tucked between his arm and torso. 

Angel scoffed, “I still went shot-for-shot asshole. No lightweight here.” Angel flipped him off playfully with all of his hands. A smile spread across his face. 

Husk pulled Angel away from the wall and steadied him, brushing off the gestures. 

“You don’t see me asking you to take off my boots do ya?”

Angel chuckled. “It’s part of my charm, Husky.”

Husk moved slowly towards Angel’s room, playing along with him the whole way. 

“Next time we do this, I wanna play strip poker.”

“Oh yeah? And who will you be conning into playing with you?” Husk raised an eyebrow.

“Who else is gonna play wit’ me, Husky? Princess and what’s-her-tits?”

“Good point,” Husk said as he stopped outside of Angel’s room. He could hear Fat Nuggets oinking through the door.

Angel leaned against the wall as Husk opened the door for him. After turning on a lamp, Husk looked for a place to set Angel’s boots. Angel took that time to saunter into his room and plop his full weight onto his bed. Fat Nuggets hopped up as well and oinked happily. 

“Aw my baby Nugs,” Angel cooed. 

Husk turned to look at Angel. 

“You good?”

Angel smirked, “In bed!”

Husk smirked, “Yeah, sure.”

And with that, Husk left Angel’s room and proceeded to go back to the bar. He cleaned up after their little party, rinsing out shot glasses and wiping down the tabletop. Finally, to settle in for the night, Husk went out for his last cigarette of the night. He replayed their jokes in his head and chuckled to himself as the sky changed to the early morning shade he’d seen hundreds of times before.

Angel Dust sat calmly on the bed on set, the red rope he was sporting dug slightly into his fur. Everyone was distracted with their jobs at the moment. Guerrero was talking down to an assistant, the crew was busy taking down the lights, the intern was buzzing around aimlessly trying to help everyone else. And Angel couldn’t do anything but wait. 

“Angel, go clean up sweetheart, you don’t have to wait on us,” Guerrero said, waving him off. 

“A little tied up at the moment, but I’ll get right on it,” Angel said snarkily. 

No one heard him. 

Angel sighed. He got up from the bed after scooting his way to the edge. From there, he tried not to lose his balance as he made his way from set to his dressing room. Jax was waiting for him at the door. Upon noticing his predicament, he opened the door for him and led Angel inside. 

“So what does Val have me doing today?” Angel asked as he bent over slightly so Jax could undo the ropes he was bound by. 

Jax studied the wrap closely for a moment then spoke, “He’s asked that you come to his office, he has a special task for you.”

He unraveled the rope, turning Angel around as he finished the knots that bound his arms behind him. He traced the ropes across his chest and got to work again. 

“What do you think he’s got planned?”

Jax didn’t answer, instead he simply undid the last knot and handed the rope to Angel. “Huh,” Angel said as he watched the door close behind Jax. 

Angel pulled down the hem of his skirt. He hadn’t fussed this much with his outfit since his first time meeting Val as a novice in the industry. After putting his skirt back into place, Angel sighed. His meeting with Val took no time at all, which meant that Val still couldn’t tolerate seeing him for long periods of time. He still hadn’t forgiven his latest escapade. 

Angel was prepped on what Val wanted from him. He was supposed to dazzle some casino owners on a lower level for the evening. Why he was making Angel do it was anyone’s guess. Angel mused that he was having him do low level jobs as a punishment. Or Val knew that Angel was a favorite of one of the owners. 

Regardless, he was standing on the curb of Val’s studio waiting on Jax to escort him to the venue. This was an important gig, and Angel could not afford to mess it up. He had one job–woo the owners into doing whatever Val wanted. He wasn’t going to fuck around this time. It was nothing but business tonight. Last time was a weak moment on his part. A selfish, stupid, weak moment. 

When the car arrived, Jax got out and opened the door for Angel. He took a deep breath. Okay, he thought, it was time to get serious.

Angel sauntered into the VIP seating of the club where several sinners were sitting. Angel recognized a few of them from Val’s descriptions. He walked up to the table and leaned across the side of their table. 

“Hello boys,” Angel stuck out his ass, making the two on the ends of the booth take a sheepish gander before glancing back at Angel’s face. “I hope you weren’t planning on letting me dance alone tonight.”

“Well if it isn’t the Angel Dust. what could you possibly be doing down here?”

Angel smirked, narrowing his eyes. “You didn’t know? This is my favorite place to work up a sweat.”

A few of them got rowdy. But one of them quieted the rest. His name was Tezan and he was one of Val’s marks for the evening. Angel got a good look at him. He was dressed pretty informally, which was perfectly fine considering the setting. He brushed his long dark hair out of his face and met Angel’s gaze. 

“I can help you with that.”

Angel crawled up on the table, his skirt barely covering his ass now. He hoped his hot pink g-string was sticking out. Judging by the stares he felt, the cropped pink leather jacket he wore was hiding nothing. Tezan leaned forward at the table, looking about ready to plow everyone out of his way. 

But instead, Angel winked and swung his legs in front of him. In a second they were on either side of the guy sitting next to Tezan, the third mark, Berkeley. Berkeley was almost immediately spellbound, eyes darting to Angel’s fluffy chest. 

Angel got in Berkeley’s face. “I’ll dance wit’ you first suga’. Whatcha say?” 

His cheeks flushed immediately, and when Berkeley looked over at Tezan he noticed a cold unwavering glare stared back at him. Angel knew he had the upper hand now. Angel stood on the table and pulled Berkeley out of his seat. They both used the table to bridge the gap between the VIP section and the dance floor. And Tezan was left stewing with the other three wondering when it was their turn. And Angel took turns with each of them. By the time Angel was finished with Berkeley, Tezan stood and asserted himself again. 

“May I get you a drink?”

Angel watched as Berkeley tensed up and bowed out of the conversation. 

Tezan moved his hand to the small of Angel’s back and led him off the dance floor. 

“I understand that Mr. Valentino is looking for investors.”

“I believe he tossed around the word ‘partners’.” Angel sat at the bar, watching the bartender make their rounds. 

Tezan smirked. “Partners with money.”

Angel stayed quiet. 

“This is a very big opportunity for us lower level sinners. I can’t imagine he would be giving such a thing to just anyone. And certainly not Berkeley.”

Gotcha.

Angel looked at Tezan through half-lidded eyes. “Buy me a drink, I might let something slip.”

Tezan motioned for the bartender and they came running. “Old fashioned and,” he prompted. 

“A Malibu Bay Breeze.”

Tezan took a seat as their drinks came. “I heard that Valentino’s latest project fell through and he had to partner with a has-been to go up against his competitors.”

Angel took a breath in and closed his eyes. “Taking rumor as fact, I see,” Angel smirked. He played with the straw of his drink. 

Tezan scoffed. “With someone as big as Valentino, there is bound to be some rumors. But that’s all they are.”

Angel leaned in, “You don’t think they’re true?”

“Of course not, that hack Brut probably got pissed no one wanted to jerk him off so Valentino cut him loose. I bet Vercelli steps in to take things over. There’s a guy with some credentials.”

Angel grimaced to himself. 

“Valentino has been keeping you close to the chest recently. I barely see you in anything.” 

Angel shrugged his shoulders. “Val’s looking for the best of the best these days,” he winked at Tezan.

Tezan nodded like he understood. “And what are you looking for?”

Angel sipped his cocktail and nearly gagged, “A decent fucking drink.”

Angel waited at the club’s entrance for Jax. Once the car pulled up, Jax opened the door and let Angel in. Once the car was moving, Jax spoke. “We’ve received calls from everyone Valentino marked this evening. He’s sent for you.”

Angel felt his chest swirl with pride, but only for a moment. He lowered his head, making sure that Jax was not privy to his shit-eating grin. He knew that he had Berkeley on the hook immediately, he saw him walk off the dance floor and make a call before Tezan snatched Angel away for that sad excuse for a cocktail. Tezan no doubt did the same when Angel went to dance with the other mark. As soon as he was done praising himself for a good night’s work, he raised his eyes to Jax and gave him a nod. 

After arriving at Valentino’s studio, Angel was immediately let into his office. 

“Angel Cakes,” Valentino spun in his chair as soon as he heard the door close. 

Angel walked up to his desk slowly but confidently. “How’d I do, Val?” Angel asked, knowing the answer already. 

“Perfect, baby, perfect.” He took a drag of his cigarette. “It was your best work yet.”

Angel hung onto every word–desperate for this praise. He’d waited weeks to finally be let back into Val’s good graces. He wanted to soak up the attention. He sat on Val’s desk, leaning toward him. 

“Are there any other jobs you have for me?” Angel asked, looking at Val through his eyelashes. 

Valentino grabbed Angel’s chin and pulled gently downwards. “Just one thing, Angel baby,” Valentino cooed. 

Angel softened at the touch and got lower, hips lips inches away from Val’s.

Valentino gripped his chin roughly in an instant, claws digging into his soft skin. “Don’t you ever fuck me out of an investor again.”

Angel grimaced at the pain, but it was done in a second. Val released him immediately–like he’d never been touching him in the first place. His point was made after-all, no sense in lingering. 

“Never, Val,” Angel said in his same sultry tone. 

Angel excused himself, saying that he had to rest up for his shoot tomorrow with Guerrero. When he closed the door to Val’s office behind him, he paused. His eyes went to the floor, and an absent hand went to his chin. He could feel the welts beneath his fur. 

“Angel,” Jax prompted.

Angel Dust closed his eyes and collected himself in an instant. He cleared all of the poisonous thoughts inside his head and plastered a smile on his face. “Sick of me already, Jax?”

“The car is waiting to take you home,” Jax said, his eyes skirting over Angel’s.

“Okay,” Angel said. When he realized that Jax was walking with him he halted. “I can find my way, it’s not my first rodeo.”

Jax stopped in his tracks and sent Angel on his way.

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Swift and Drift Academy

School for the underprivileged souls that are housed greatly by the sweet and kindhearted madam of the school. A woman funded a school to teach the lesser privileges childrens around the world. It houses the brightest children’s and soon they all grown into powerful and very economical. Their future jobs were all blessings being rewarded to them for their kindly efforts of finally being to attend to the school. It’s a four year co-Ed school which allowed all boys and girls to attend. It has four dorms which houses the once four that were leaded to greatness of their hearts.

The Street Rat

The Thief

The boy who never ages

And the boy who will be mischievous but lead a team

These dorms represent the traits of their hearts. Wits, Strength, Brains, and Compassion. Don’t let these kids deceive you.

Now. For the introductions.

We will now meet the headmistress of this great establishment and her beloved staff

Lady Dahlia Hop-kinsworth/Twst Mama Hopkins

She’s a kind young lady, she couldn’t dream of childrens being alone, underprivileged, or worse. She created this school to house them. Some say she would gain nothing from her choice. But the greatest reward is saving them. She always was glad to see her students flourish into their new hopeful dreams of life. And then returning as they have gotten to a successful financial life where they help support her. She was grateful for her old students, and will be happy to raise the next generations as long as she can.

Captain(retired) Millicent- Physical Ed teacher/ Twst Captain Amelia

Once a retired captain of the galaxy stars, now a physical education teacher who pushes her students to be at the very top. She shows no mercy on the field, and expects the best out of her pupils. She may pushed them a little much, but she always shows her appreciation to their improvements with refreshments and her homemade gelato that give everyone their energy. Depends if she got the nice flavoring. (Yes. This woman is a space captain.)

Madame Elisawick/ Twst Genie (oh there’s a family but tdlr. There’s a genie family and this is the mama)

She’s the school magic advocate and alchemy teacher, she has a motherly touch to her students. She brings the hype to her students, and shower them with educational films and if they all worked really hard to have the best grades, they all get to watch a film together. Provided of popcorns and sodas. She’s very favorited for her high energy.

Sir Ivory Honey/Twst Jane Darling

He is a English teacher/Math teacher, he is a very lively fellow. As he often tells stories of a kind friend he knew showed him a new world, and he implores his students to write essays of their wishes/dreams. He wants them by the next weeks, and he helps tutor his students who are barely catching up. He isn’t one to step down.

Mr. Bronze/Twst Silver (treasure planet mfs)

He is the engineer teacher, don’t let his looks fool you of a nice man who have a clear dad body. He can and will crack a person skull to protect his students. He made the headmistress only son his apprentice, his little successor. He also provided the kid auto limbs after he heard what happened to the poor fella. Mr. Bronze is a grey morale man. But if someone ever brings harm to his crew. They will see the hell that burns inside

Let’s meet the dorm wardens and their dorms! (Which I will later make their profiles update)

Dorm of Ababawaa

- Aqila (dorm wardens)

- Imira (Vice)

Dorm of Galaxion

- Jamey Hop-kinsworth (dorm wardens)

- Jr Jiles (also vice)

- Maphiles (dorm mate/Twst Morph(this is gender neutral.)

Dorm of WolfHunt

- Ryder Flurk (dormwarden)/Herry Flinstworth prince of -@/?:@-0-!:@/“

- Maximen/Vice

Dorm of EverNeverWonders

- Panny Clover (warden)

- Poppy Hops (vice)

- lost kids (students)

- Samantha Caps (actual vice but she’s sweet/Twst Smee)

Omfg I finally did this. I’ll do another for Hollows Tree Academia

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