#anyway still crying over like a staring contest

[moondirti]

i accidentally deleted the ask i received yesterday (like an idiot) so im dumping the rant i left underneath it for archival reasons

what i love most about big ugly brute simon is pairing him with girls who get a little too close. perhaps they catch him staring in public and smile politely, a little daunted but attributing what they can to innocent intent over malice. who treat him with basic decency, or perhaps extend a little extra kindness if they take the dead look in his eyes to be consequence of a rough day. the one's who hold doors open for him, or let him skip in line because he looks like he can really do with the coffee. the maybe he's just misunderstood, never judge a book by it's cover, treat others the way you want to be treated type.

kind, polite, genuinely good girls, who live life by the please and thank you handbook they were given in kindergarten, and were never taught when to keep it to themselves. well-meaning always, yet either foolish or curious when they give a beast the benefit of the doubt.

because while their courtesy is just that in the eyes of conventional society, it has an absolutely foul effect on one simon riley.

say it's because hardly anyone is ever keen on him. certainly not pretty birds, with pretty wrists, and pretty hair and clothes and easily corruptible smiles. at the first sign of warmth, he'll pounce. all animal, blinded hunger. cruel passion he knows you're not built to take, your heart pulpy like saccharine fruit. cruel passion that he will inflict anyway; trailing behind you all the way home, choreographing meetings, pushing your courtesy to its limits by being nothing but a rude brute. he bullies his way into your life, making a man-sized hole where he was uninvited (though he'll contest that. what does a smile mean if not lay over me and print yourself on my womb?). bullies you into submission, weaponising that tenderness to suit his real needs–

not coffee, or a good morning, or anything but a warm cunt and meal to come home to.

i don't think he'd ever ease up the intensity, either. even if you acquiesce or are flattered by the distasteful attention. though simon might soften up to you (in the only way he can: lending his ear while you talk about his day, or walking blocks in the rain to fetch takeout from that specific greek place you've been craving), he's still mean about it. presses you where you're weak, isolates you from your friends. hones derision when you continue to be just as amicable to everyone else. you must be asking for it, see, if you had been asking for it with him. is a big dick about it, callous and nasty as he can be – because you allow him to be, babbling tearful apologies into his chest instead of standing up for yourself.

doesn't believe any of it, of course. he knows you're too sweet for your own good. but he can't help but love seeing you get all desperate when you cry. makes his knees go weak. his head itch. you'll hold on to his arm – soft and wet and repentant, pure silk against his gnarled edges (a point people will always latch onto. how'd he land that? right minger he is) – until he growls something about making it up to him.

which you jump at. good, good, generous girl. will seat yourself, fine china between thighs that could crush you, and choke on his ruddy cock. maybe he holds you down on it, stuffs your nose onto the untamed mess of his pubes until your little legs kick for breath. or, maybe he'll lead you to down to fit your tongue in his ass, tugging himself over you until cum mats your hair. whatever the most vile, debased thing he can conceptualise at the moment is fair game. not necessarily because of the deed itself, but because he lives for nothing more than watching you do it despite not wanting to. to please him :(

sorry im a little crazy about this

[equalseleventhirds]

"I don't understand how I'm losing," Reigen said, his hands flying over his keyboard. It was so late now—too late, maybe—if only he'd used the same technique as with the Player Killer from the beginning, he might have stood a chance, but he hadn't seriously thought he'd lose—

"Shishou," Mob said, "why is this so important? You already have second place from Twitter."

Reigen laughed, not at all nervously, and splayed a hand across his forehead. "You don't understand, Mob. The publicity from something like this, even a rematch, would do wonders for Spirits and Such. This is about business."

(He would never admit to his pride being on the line.)

"And anyway, who is this guy? A radio host? I've been on TV, you know."

Mob carefully did not bring up what had actually happened when Reigen made his television debut.

Ritsu had no such qualms. "When they exposed you as a fraud? That was publicity too, right?"

"Hey—!"

Serizawa leaned over Reigen's shoulder to see the computer screen, careful not to spill the tea he placed on the desk. "Oh, Cecil from Welcome to Night Vale? It's been a while since I listened to that, maybe I should catch up."

Reigen stared at him. "You? What? Serizawa?"

"Ah... yeah." He rubbed the back of his neck. "Back when I was... well, when I didn't leave my room much, the podcast was popular. I guess it gave a sense of... community? Feeling less alone, even when you are." He shrugged. "Plus, hearing another gay man in a show like that was comforting."

"He's gay? Canonically?" Why can't I be gay canonically?

"Sure, he got married in episode 100. It was very emotional."

"I nearly died in our chapter 100—"

-- -- -- -- --

Well, listeners, there's still a few hours left on the poll, but I'm now leading at 56%! I must say, I did not expect this, especially after Twitter users so clearly forgot—or perhaps never knew—about my Tumblr Sexyman Origins.

But, that's neither here nor there. I certainly am grateful, if a bit bemused, about all of this, but let us not forget that this is all a friendly competition. Unlike the annual War On Christmas—and let us all take a moment to remember our fallen allies against that terrible holiday foe—this is a battle of kindness. Love, even. The love we feel for Tumblr, for our favorite sexy men, for pressing a button on a meaningless internet poll. The love we feel, listeners, for each other.

And in the spirit of that love and friendliness, I figured I'd get to know my opponent a little better! A bit of googling, which of course you know means searching via every search engine but Google, what with the Town Council imposing the Google Search Tax and getting all Night Vale IP addresses shadowbanned, has led me to... oh my, listeners. I do not know who made this, but Reigen Arataka has the single most beautiful professional web page I have ever encountered. It's... words do not do it justice. I am tearing up. This... I could not make anything better myself.

A-hem. Listeners, now that I've wiped away the tears such beauty inspired in me, I can now see that Reigen's website advertises his business, one Spirits and Such Consulting. Well! We may be rivals in this moment, but I am overjoyed to learn that Reigen runs such an innovative and important business! I am nearly ashamed that, while my opponent works to make the world a better place, I, a mere community radio host, am winning the sexyman contest.

Nevertheless, we must respect the polls. Not respecting polls could get us in hot water with the Town Council, or with the demigods of numbers who lurk in the sharp edges of percentages. So since I can't hand my victory over to him, I think I'll do what I can as a community radio host, and promote Reigen Arataka's important business!

So if you're a spirit in need of counseling, a ghost in need of therapy, or an eldritch beast in need of a shoulder to cry on, head on over to Seasoning City and pay our good friend Reigen a visit! I'm sure he'll be pleased as anything to see you.

[xxlady-lunaxx]

I love you; I don't pt.2 | {SaneGiyuu}

part 1

Theme: Fluff+Angst

Note: uhh cw death 

a little uzusane friendship 

ooh hi its been a while since i posted writing that wasn't a reblog ‼

×××

Previously: 

Giyuu didn't look back, pressing a hand to his mouth to stop a sob that threatened to spill out. He should've expected this. There was no way in hell Sanemi would've stayed in love after years, it was a miracle he'd loved him in the first place. Of course.

×××

Sanemi visited after a couple days. He had sent no warning letter—because he couldn't write coherently yet—and simply arrived at Giyuu's door. 

Giyuu had opened it and then proceeded to lead a couple minutes of a staring contest in which they both blinked several times before regaining his composure and letting him in.

"What're you doing here, Shinazugawa?" Giyuu asked. He shifted his hair to cover his cheeks which burned red with embarrassment. Their last encounter hadn't been quite so successful and he had a hunch that that was exactly why Sanemi was here.

"Are you alright, Tomioka? I'm sorry about last time," Sanemi said, though his gaze was tracing around Giyuu's house. It hit him then that he'd never actually been inside here before. He'd only known the address but never wondered about what Giyuu might look like doing idle things.

"Sorry?" Giyuu frowned. "I should be sorry. I ran away like a child, I'm sorry."

Sanemi shook his head. "That was... reasonable."

"Well, what you said was also." 

"Right. I still shot you down, though," Sanemi said pointedly.

"Didn't I do that to you too?" Giyuu asked. It wasn't Sanemi's fault, it was his own. 

Sanemi's lips quirked in a smile. "Then we can call ourselves even, no?"

"...fine."

A moment of silence.

Giyuu watched as Sanemi took in their surroundings. 

"Do you want some tea?" he offered.

Sanemi nodded slowly. "Sure. Although something cooler would be nice. The weather's insanely hot."

Giyuu nodded back. "Okay." He walked down the hall, turning to the kitchen. "...cold tea?"

Sanemi followed him, rolling his eyes. "Whatever is fine."

"Alright." He supplied the two cups of 'cold tea,' dropping several ice cubes in them.

Sanemi took the cup he was offered, taking a sip. "So...?"

Giyuu tilted his head. "Hm?"

"Are you alright? You never answered my question," Sanemi said, leaning against the wall.

"Oh. I'm... fine." Giyuu considered the question again. "I'll be fine."

Sanemi let out a breath. "If you need anything, we can talk."

"I didn't know you were so considerate."

"...well I can be if I want to." 

Giyuu cocked his head to the side. "You want to be, now?"

Sanemi shrugged. "Isn't it my fault you ran away crying?"

"That's mine."

"Yeah, well, I haven't seen you cry in my whole life." 

Giyuu dipped his head down. "I used to be more... emotional? I don't know. I let down my guard, so it's my fault."

Sanemi put his cup down. "Let your guard down more, then. There's no demons fucking with us anymore, you don't have to be on constant watch."

"It's more like a habit now," Giyuu murmured.

"I know. So try letting go of it."

"I can try."

Sanemi smiled. His smile was gentle and so... unlike him. Giyuu's cheeks were brushed pink and he forced himself to look away.

"Good," Sanemi said. "Anyway, this tea doesn't go good cold. I'll be going now. See you later."

Giyuu nodded. "See you later."

×××

To his surprise—which, according to Sanemi, shouldn't have been a surprise—they became friends. Nothing else, as muh as Giyuu longed for it. But it was nice. Sanemi would come over sometimes, or vise versa, and they would talk. Like they were normal people on a normal day. And he loved seeing into Sanemi's character. It was a change, for the better. Sanemi was much more open with him—as Giyuu was as well—and it was interesting to see how different he was when he could be relaxed. He smiled genuinely a lot more, too. And, despite himself, Giyuu found that he couldn't let go of his love for Sanemi. He loved him; he did. He couldn't stop it. He didn't try to, anymore. Best let it fade out.

It didn't fade, however. Though it wasn't much of a burden. It just made him love spending time with Sanemi more. Receiving letters in broken Japanese asking him if he wanted to come over. It was like falling in love all over again.  He didn't mind. It was a wonderful feeling, in other perspectives. It made him happy.

Time droned on.

Four years had passed since Muzan had died. Four years, already. He didn't know what to think about how much time had passed. He was unwilling to think about it.

It was his birthday tomorrow. He prepared.

×××

He wrote letters to the Uzui's. He wrote some to the Kamado's—and shorter ones to their friends, whom he didn't know well. He wrote one to the Butterfly mansion—Aoi. To Kiriya and the other two Ubuyashiki's. To the Rengoku's, Urokodaki. He had them all stacked up neatly, tied together and placed by a crow. Kanzaburou was far too old to be carrying anything now, so he had put a different crow to the task of delivering the letters.

Then there was one.

He had hesitated before sending Sanemi a letter. He didn't know what he would say. In the end, he simply invited him over. He was sure that none of the others knew of his birthday. In the previous years, he had simply said, vaguely, that his birthday was in February. They brought him gifts in the beginning of February. They had done it this year, as well. When they asked about the timeline, though, he brushed it off. He told them that his birthday was later in February, that they needn't worry. He would tell them. And he would. Only... after.

Sanemi arrived at his house late in the afternoon of his birthday. He didn't know that Giyuu would die today—he couldn't, right? He had with him a package. He placed it on the table in front of Giyuu, sitting down across from him.

"Happy birthday," Sanemi said, leaning onto the table. "Forgot to give you something when the others did."

Giyuu tilted his head, smiling slightly at him. "Thank you." He struggled to untie the cloth and Sanemi reached over to help him.

Inside, there was a photo album. It was pretty, looking homemade and adorned with cut-out photos of Giyuu. He opened it and found pictures slipped inside it. Pictures from the past four years. With everyone. He turned the pages, a bittersweet smile curving his lips as he gazed at the photographs. He paused at one, his eyes tracing the picture. It was of him and Sanemi, eating. At that time, Tengen had taken the picture. Claiming they looked like best friends and wondering what they would've said about this in the past.

He looked up at Sanemi whose eyes were averted, embarrassed.

 "Thank you," he repeated. "I... love this."

Sanemi looked up, offering him a shy smile. "That's good. I was going to keep it blank but... you wouldn't have time to fill it. So I went to Uzui and took all the pictures he'd taken. Had them printed, et cetera." 

Giyuu nodded. "I really appreciate it, Shinazugawa. I... Yeah. Thank you. Thanks."

"You keep saying that. But, uh, you're welcome," Sanemi said, dipping his head down.

Giyuu laughed softly. "I don't know what to say. It's great."

"Then hopefully you'll enjoy it till the end."

"I will."

×××

Night came. Giyuu urged Sanemi to stay, setting up another futon for him. There weren't any other rooms and it was February; too cold to sleep on the porch or elsewhere. So the extra futon was placed in Giyuu's room.

Time came for when they would sleep. Giyuu lay, staring up at the cealing. He hadn't told anyone but lately, he'd been losing a significant amount of weight and blood. And lately, as in, in the last week. He was thankful to not have gotten another spasm of coughing in front of Sanemi, but he knew it was only bound to come. And it did. Blood had come with it, dotting his clothing red.

Sanemi must've been awake for he was at Giyuu's side in an instant. It was dark, but the red was a large contrast to the white of Giyuu's clothing and he must've seen it. "Tomioka? What happened? Are you okay?"

Giyuu answered by doubling over, the metallic taste of blood going sour on his tongue. When he looked up, he realized Sanemi had scooped him up in his arms. 

Sanemi's eyebrows were furrowed in concern and he frowned. He seemed to be thinking. Understanding.

Giyuu coughed against, moving his arm up to cover his mouth so he wouldn't get blood on Sanemi. 

"Tomioka," Sanemi said suddenly, once Giyuu's coughing has stopped.

It was close to midnight. The two had stayed up quite late talking, only getting into the beds around 11 pm.

"Tomioka, when is your birthday?" Sanemi's voice was tight. His eyes were focused solely on Giyuu's. "When is your birthday?" he repeated.

Giyuu bit his lip, wincing. It hurt to breathe. "Today."

"Today as in... as in the eighth? Or today as in... the ninth. Tomorrow?" 

"Eight...th. Eighth," Giyuu mumbled, he closed his eyes.

"...what. Tomioka—why the- Why the fuck did you not tell anyone?! What the hell is— Oh my god- I knew something was—" Sanemi was stumbling over his words, cutting himself off. "No. No, why today? I didn't- Does anyone else—?"

Giyuu shook his head slowly. "No one else knows. I think. I didn't want them too. I invited you over because..." He paused. His breathing was heavy. He was struggling to breathe in. His lungs hurt and strained as if he'd been running for hours. "Shinazugawa.... Shinazugawa, I still like you—I lo-"

He coughed, no longer trying to cover his mouth. Blood dripped from his lips, coating them a deeper red than they'd ever been. 

"Tomioka, I'll take you to Aoi's," Sanemi mumbled, rocking back on his heels. He felt weak. Giyuu was light, however. Lighter than he should be. He started to stand.

"No. No—it won't work, you know it won't work, leave-" Giyuu sucked in a shaky breath. "Leave me here. Shinazugawa. Shinazugawa—I love you, okay? I don't care that you don't like me back but I needed you to know this before I died."

Sanemi shook his head. "No. No, you're not dying now. Maybe Aoi can figure something out. I'll figure something out. You're not dying in my fucking arms, Tomioka. I won't fucking let you." His voice became desperate. 

Giyuu was vaguely skeptical. Why did Sanemi care so much? "Then put me down, Shinazugawa," he said quietly. It was taking all his strength to talk. He couldn't afford losing his last precious moments. 

"No, I won't, I won't," Sanemi insisted, clutching him tighter.

Giyuu's eyes fluttered open. He caught Sanemi's panicking gaze. "I... appreciate you being my friend, Shinazugawa. Thank you for the last years, you truly made them... wonderful." 

Sanemi blinked rapidly. "No, no, I- ...I liked being your friend too," he mumbled. He seemed to have given up. 

Ah. That was it. Giyuu nodded slowly, a small smile forming on his lips despite the pain stabbing his lungs. "I'm glad... glad you did too. I enjoyed every moment with... with you. This included."

He figured, then, that Sanemi was acting like this in his form of friendship. Sanemi cared for him—though perhaps not romantically anymore. But he cared. He had liked being his friend. That was good. Giyuu was glad.

"Thank you," Giyuu repeated. 

Sanemi was quiet, leaning his forehead down against the pale palor of Giyuu's. "You should've told me it was today," he whispered. 

"I couldn't," Giyuu mumbled. "I'm sorry."

"It's fine," Sanemi said. "I-"

He hesitated. And that was all it took.

In the small moment he paused, Giyuu's breath shortened. He was barely breathing. And then he was not. 

There was a moment in which Sanemi vaguely registered this. He didn't understand it for a moment. Only that the ragged breathing of the man in his arms had stopped filling the silent room. Then it hit him and he struggled to keep himself up, his arms tightening around Giyuu's still-warm body. The warmth would fade soon as Giyuu's blood stopped pumping through his body.

A silent sob ripped through Sanemi's throat and he realized he was crying. His shoulders shook and he bent his head down, tucking his chin against his chest. He hadn't gotten to say it. 

He didn't know how long he sat like that, almost motionless, clutching onto Giyuu's body. But then there was a hand on his shoulder. He glanced up.

Tengen was there, frowning, kneeling by his side. "I'm here, Shinazugawa," he murmured. 

Sanemi must've looked like a mess. Tears streaking down his cheeks, blood staining his clothing. Tengen said nothing of it, only sitting next to him and holding his hand. They sat together for what could've been minutes or hours. Then Tengen stood silently, looking around.

"We have to bury him," he said quietly. His voice cut through the silence of the room. He sounded tired. 

Sanemi nodded slowly. He was hesitant to move away.

"I'll... go and get some of the others. Put him on his bed when you're ready, okay?" Tengen said, gazing at him one last time before leaving.

Sanemi's eyes went back to Giyuu's face. It was slack, but a ghost of a smile still lay upon his lips. He paused then slowly bent down. Sanemi's lips pressed gently against Giyuu's cold, plush, blood-stained ones. He moved, dropping Giyuu gently onto the futon. Then he stood, willing his legs to work as he moved to the door Tengen had left from, making his way out of the room and away from the man whom he had thought he would never love again.

×××

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right so this took weeks to actually get ideas on how to write it, so i delete my progress and try again and finish it in one afternoon? 

i was struggling with how to word the last paragraph btw!! its supposed to imply that he fell back in love with Giyuu but the last sentence was icky 😃

[kazumist]

EPISODE 18 ♡ KISS ME BEFORE I GO?

HOW YOU GET THE GIRL — A SCARAMOUCHE SMAU

masterlist / prev ep / next ep / wc: 1062.

cw: more drinking (sorry), more profanities too, a kiss somewhere in there (is that really a warning?)

“we leave you alone for one second, and you’re already picking fights.” kazuha scolds kuni as soon as he gets back to their table.

kunikuzushi doesn’t know how you and heizou got to the table as well. but now, you’re all sitting around and playing “spin the bottle”. the game is simple, you spin the bottle, and whoever it lands on has to take a shot.

the bottle stops spinning.

and it lands on you.

“hand it over.” you downed the shot of tequila.

you again.

“i’ll take it.” kuni says. he got glances from the others but they gave him the shot anyway.

lyney spins the bottle, but it lands on you again.

what fuck is up with this bottle? you thought.

“i’ll also—” kuni gets cut off by someone.

“i’ll take it," heizou says.

the tension was getting thicker.

the bottle was spun again, but this time it landed on kuni. you took the shot for him.

one last spin, and it lands on you again.

“me.”

“me.”

both kuni and heizou said it at the same time.

“to kuni.” lyney slides the shot over to him.

“fucking hell, it’ll take me a years to get drunk at this point.” you said, grabbing the bottle from lyney and drinking the remains in seconds. there wasn’t that much left anyway, so you were still good.

“okay, next game! this one is a personal favorite. it’s called king’s cup. each of you will pick out a card, and each card corresponds to an action. kuni, would you mind doing the honors of shuffling our lovely deck?” lyney says.

as soon as kuni stops shuffling the deck, the game starts. “kazuha, you go.”

“three of hearts. three means me. i’ll take two shots, then.” kazuha says, downing the two drinks immediately.

“lynette, you’re up next.”

“nine, rhyme. let’s go with lie.”

“sky.” kazuha replies.

“fly.” lyney’s eyes slowly watch over everyone.

“cry.” you said. kuni looks at you.

“try.” heizou looks at kuni.

“die.” kuni returns the favor.

yanfei was far too busy looking at a certain pigtailed girl in the dancefloor to even notice that it’s her turn. “time’s up, fei. drink up.”

“shit, sorry.” yanfei drank her shot right after.

“kuni, it's your turn.”

“eight, mate.” kunikuzushi says. “pick a drinking buddy.” he already knows who he's gonna pick. “you.” heizou.

“game.” heizou smirked.

the “mates” chugged down another shot of tequila and had a short staring contest. heizou was the first one to look away, leaving kunikuzushi smirking in victory. kuni looks in your direction, only to find you already staring at him.

when it was heizou’s turn, he seemed delighted with the card he got. “queen, question master," he says. “are you single by any chance?” he points at kazuha.

“huh?”

“i’m asking you if you're single.”

“why? aren't you and (name)...” kazuha was confused. very confused.

“what? are you serious? i’m hitting on you for fuck's sake!”

“well, i am. can i have your number by any chance?”

kunikuzushi was left fucking dumbfounded by that. what did this mean? he was apparently jealous over nothing. does this mean he has a chance now?

“my turn," you say. kuni’s eyes shifted towards you immediately. “queen as well, question master.”

“kuni.” a few ‘oohs’ could be heard. “who was the girl you picked up back then at the bus stop near uni?”

“huh?” he didn't process that one immediately.

“wait, what?”

“you heard me, kuni. answer the question.”

kuni took a bit of his time to think about what you were referring to, and now he finally remembers, “that was my cousin.”

“what the fuck? so it wasn't another girl? what about the one you talked about earlier?”

“i don't even know who that was. she said she liked me, but whatever. there was never another girl, but maybe for you there was another guy.” kunikuzushi whispers the last sentence, but you still hear him.

“excuse me? the fuck do you mean another guy when the guy you thought i was with is literally flirting with your best friend? did you even realize they left the table already?” you defended yourself.

kuni raises an eyebrow at you. “but he kept taking your shots?”

“oh, i was just messing with you. you look funny when you're mad, like a pissed off cat," heizou says, kuni curses at him in return.

and kuni drank another shot, now cursing at himself for how stupid he was. you also drank out of frustration over what had just happened.

soon after, you all decided it would be best to go home when lyney finally got himself drunk after hosting the two games earlier. kuni pulls you away from the crowd in an attempt to leave the bar first. after bribing the bouncer, you two stood near the entrance.

“i can't drive. so kazuha is going to take you home. they'll be out in a bit," he says. the others started going out one by one, but kunikuzushi held you by the shoulders before you could leave. “listen to me.”

“by the time you wake up tomorrow, tell me that you love me. tell me that you're finally willing to let me love you the way that you deserve to be loved. tell me you want me.” his face was dangerously getting closer to yours.

“i’ve said this too many times to count, but i love you. i’ll never get tired of saying it because it's true. i love you, (name). always have, and always will. forever and always.”

“kuni, i’m honestly drunk right now, and i don't know shit, but i do know that i love you too.”

“there you go.” he boops your nose. “see you.”

“kiss me before i go?”

“hmm, maybe when you show me that you love me as much as i love you, then sure," he says, starting to walk away from you.

“ah, fuck it.” he turns around and walks back fast.

his lips brushed over yours softly. the kiss was gentle and slow, enough for him to relish the moment and enough for you to taste the alcohol from his lips.

it felt right—perfect, even.

when you got into the car, kuni decided to stay out a bit more late.

and both of you could not wait for tomorrow to come.

extra notes.

i believe this is my cue to not update for the rest of the month /j

i told u all it gets better

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[beababoobies]

Omg, you did the request for angst- YIPEEE, TEARS!!!

I couldn't save my tears, I drank them, so have my blood instead, queen 🍷

Anyway- after good angst, fluff comes to the rescue for a smile!

So maybe by some magical reason, or pure determination on Cherri's party, She gets redeemed and goes to heaven. She spends her days there just chillin livin her life, then she bumps into sir Pentious? Maybe when they meet, Sir Pentious just stands there like a deer in headlights, and she goes over to him in her usual sass, but in the inside, she just wants to cry to him or smthn.

Then maybe, Sir Pentious gathers his courage and asks her out?

Happy ending! Maybe.

I want them to be happy damnit-

Yes. Sobs. Yes. I want them to be happy too. Thank you for the blood, it has a lil sweetness to it, yummers!!! Here’s some cherrisnake FINALLY BEING FUCKING HAPPY in return. Enjoy my love! 

Together Again

Cherrisnake my beloved, words : 1k.

After nearly ten months of rehab, seeing most of the other residents achieve angelic status, even being clean for four of those months (because Charlie and Vaggie took away her drug stash, but wtv, still counts losers!) she had went to sleep the same way as she usually did, saluting Pentious’ portrait and as she had starting doing, blowing a little kiss to it, going outside to drop some flowers at his grave and finally tucking herself into bed, she fell asleep. 

But this felt… different. She felt like she was only asleep for maybe a couple seconds before she felt the thud of warm marble floors beneath her, scrambling to her feet and reaching into her back pocket for an emergency bomb - only to find nothing there. She opened her eye, only to have to close it quickly because of the shining golden light of the ceiling above. Then there was an excited squeal, and an Angel rushed towards here

“A new sinner! A new sinner has reached rehabilitation!” She squealed out, reaching out to help Cherri with her bearings, only for Cherri to flinch away, staring at her, completely bewildered. She knew she had been making progress, but she had no clue it was this much progress. She almost felt disappointment that she was here already.

“Oh! Where are my manners?” The sarafim chirped excitedly, reaching out her hand for Cherri to cautiously shake, only to pull back in shock when her hands were now laces with hints of gold. “I’m Emily, or Em, or - just call me whatever! I’m the second sarafim of heaven, congratulations on making angelic status!” She said with a big smile. Cherri nodded slowly, still taking in her bearings. She would miss Pentious’ portrait. 

She spent her first couple days walking around aimlessly in the golden-rimmed, shiny palace that was heaven. She found out you could still fight in heaven, but it was a safe sort of contest, or sport. And there wasn’t any deadly weapons, either. It was safe. She couldn’t lie and say there wasn’t nothing in Hell she missed, but it was comfortable up here. Like the calm after the storm. 

At the end of her first week, she decided to finally go out for drinks at a popular angelic bar. There was no hangovers here, Em had explained. And the liquor, she had found out, tasted unbelievably pleasant. No one was knocking into her, or groping her. No one was cornering her at gunpoint. People would come up and talk to her about more than just trying to get into her pants. 

And the best part? You could still go to town on the dance floor. And unlike she had originally joked, they still had catchy music and her favourite songs playing at clubs. That became most of her nightly routine, to try and start to recover from the pain of losing Pentious as quickly as she got him. Dancing out and about with angels, because she still, secretly, couldn’t think of herself as one. 

That was, until she accidentally bumped into a tall stranger, falling back slightly before she started apologizing, which was something Charlie had taught her about while she was still in rehabilitation. She thought she was quite good at it by now. She thought that until the tall stranger turned around and stole all the words from her throat for a second.

He was even more handsome, gold accents now covering his body as his eyes grew wide, words seeming to get stuck in his throat as well. She chuckled softly, snapping herself back out of her bewildered state. Be cool, Cherri. She thought. It was one kiss. She told herself. He’s probably forgotten now. 

“You fucker!” She chuckled out with her usual tone, punching him playfully and lightly in the arm, looking up at him with her eye that let him see right through her words, right into the rope that was squeezing her heart so hard it felt like it might burst. “You look even worse than when you last sacrificed yourself for us!” She tried at another sarcastic hit, only to be met with the same shocked silence, before his face melted into pure adoration.

“Don’t give me the goo-goo eyes, pleassseee.” She jokes, trying to avoid them, because she knew she’d melt just the same, swallowing thickly as he put his hand on her cheek, tilting her face to look up at his. Her bottom lip trembled.

“I didn’t know how you could look even prettier.” He mumbles out quietly, watching tears start to form in her eye as she tries to blink them away to no avail, blush spreading over her cheeks, just the same as the day he’d kissed her. “But you’ve gone and proved me wrong, Missss Cherri Bomb.” He mumbled out softly, leaning in slightly, eyes trailing to her lips and back up to eye, now a beautiful ocean blue. 

She sniffles softly, words stuck in her throat before he scoops her up by the curve of her back, dipping her down as he kissed her - just like months ago, his hand squeezing at her like she would slip out of his grip at any moment. She melted into the kiss, pressing her lips back against his, feeling back in the moment. Feeling a missing piece of her click back into place, finally. 

He finally pulled his lips off her, looking down at her with adoration swimming in his eyes, and she just smiles, blushing as she finally looks him in the eyes. “You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting to do that again, Miss Cherri.” He mumbled out softly.

“You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting for you to do it again, Pentious.” She replied with a smile, tears in her eye finally breaking and a small stream of her tears running down her cheek as she put her hands onto the back of his head, eyeing his lips.

“One more time for good measure.” 

[istarveforplatonicptnstuff]

Commiting tax evasion with Bai yi as your ceo...

Girl... I don't even know how you got here but... You were very likely HIGHKEY scammed by miss gurl... 🦗🦗🦗 Yeah... Why did you apply in a shady company anyways...? But you probably was LOOKING 👀 for a job that can PAY the bills 💵💵💵 but spoilers, you were UNDERPAID, OVERWORKED, and most esp. Not even paid anyways... 🙄🙄🙄 So forget what I said about being paid little because girl you are not paid even once while you were working with this stink... 😑

You decided to apply for a job position as her assistant... In Syndicate. Pooks... This should've been your first red flag, but NOPE! You were DESPERATE. For what though? 🤨 And the flyer wasn't... That great like sis... Again, another red flag... Couldn't you just... 🏃‍♀️💨 away from the moment you saw the flyer? (/j I'm holding you in 😰🔫 point so, you didn't have a choice anyway 💅) But who even reads nowadays as long as, we get PAID 🤑🤑🤑 right? So, fast forward to you clutching your pearls and barely making it out alive to meet with the interviewer... Maam. Major red flag, the building looked run-down.

Pookie... 🤧 You didn't almost get stabbed, kidnapped, mugged, and possibly even get robbed for your kidney for this... 😭😭😭 Finally, your employer shows up in this DRIP 💧, what you doing???

Remember when I said that you have the option to say no? I didn't say anything 😇 The thing is, you can't. You just CANT. Look me in the eye and tell me that this girl wouldn't do SHIT to you rn... Be serious, because I don't even think you're gonna walk out of the interview scot free sis... Nah uh, not at all... Sis looks like she is about to beat the SHIT out of you, and will most likely sell your organs after that... 🥺🥺🥺 Luckily, she spoke up and had that mom vibe that you almost instantaneously calm down...

After hyperventilating and K.K giving you odd looks as well... Finally you were in the "company" Yay? 🧍‍♀️ You stood there staring at the dusty ass couch and a man who looked VERY sleep-deprived. You learned that Che was their name. But why is he dressed up like he about to go for a hike...? Sighs, i don't think you'll ever get the fashion of Syndicate... You and the two held a mini staring contest like you two were Communicating, that K.K was confused at the random moment she had to snap ya'll out of it and discuss the job details... The job being, you doing all the paperwork... For 50 discoins per hour. Stink, you're screwed 😃

Obviously, you were about to decline... Until finally, the CEO showed up. Sighs. You ask to yourself, was this really worth the trip and the STRUGGLE you went through? Stink cannot even bribe you with her face card because you still had to pay the billssssss 😞

Bai yi shows up, you hear the sound of sirens and cops speaking through the megaphone. 🤡 You really thought this was going to be the las time you'll be seeing daylight, like sis you were going to JAIL. ⛓⛓⛓ For existing. The three of them noticed and explains casually that this is their hideout, and no one's breached here before. You raised a brow at the statement, skeptical at how relaxed they were acting 🤨🤨🤨 Like who you fooling??? Though you can't speak for yourself when, you waltzed into Syndicate knowing DAMN well that this place was bad news... So you kept it to yourself 🥰

Of course, Bai yi bribes you to stay and become Whitestone Industries assistant with a sob story that can make you cry... Except you weren't gullible enough and walked out of the door, preferring to get arrested instead, lmao 🤭🤭🤭 Sis chased you down the stairs like it was a kdrama scene, grabbing your arm and acting like this was the last time ya'll seeing each other 💀 girl, you can never escape her because she's all over and like, she's a criminal, what else? 🤓 You ended up accepting in the end, because you wasted your time for this... Making K.K sigh in relief since she finally isn't alone with two idiots... Unless you add up to the equation then... 😶

Timeskip to a month, you and sis was WORKING. Helping them out with ✨Graphic design is my passion✨ motto since you wanted to get rid off the... Terrible... Designs that they come up with when they release an ad, flyer, or promotion post. You kinda got used to the usual, illegal work they do because why not? 😎 You already gave up in paying the bills, so why not commit tax evasion as well, right? You asked Bai yi tips on how to tax evade 🏃‍♀️ K.K was beyond mortified at the sudden camaraderie that came after the event, making you and Bai yi besties 🤝 Friendship ended with the government 💔 Tax evasion is my pookie now 🥰

You are being hunt down by the police as well, causing you to move to Syndicate, living with K.K, Che, and Bai yi currently. Life was good, until Bai yi kept bringing more problems than solutions everyday, causing you to become one of the MOTHER 👩‍🦰 alongside with K.K, making sure the other two stay out of trouble because they're a magnet for chaos, apparently. K.K's words, not mine 🤷‍♀️ More on that when I think of part two! An: My exam in a major subject FLOPPED. 👎📉 /j, I'm overthinking so I cope with writing unserious shit to think less of it, and hopefully make the redemption in finalsssss HISSSS 🐍 RAH❗❗❗ 🦅 But anyways, to more UNSERIOUS, and UNHINGED shit to come!!! But also some serious ptn stuff (Like the nursing intern one)

[xsaiya]

"everything's alright."

-tags: comforting! obanai x vitiligo! insecure! reader, angst fluff (mostly angst), hugs, re-assurance, suicidal thoughts (reader), mentions of sh, traumatizing flashback, reader has permanent scars on their face, platonic sanemi catches you trying to harm yourself, reader is known as the emotion hashira, daydreaming. (warning for triggers!)

-future work: uppermoon hc's + muzan (I PROMISE <3)

-plot: iguru had found you saying some bad shit abt yourself so he went to go talk with and comfort you. <3

-a/n: pls do not think bad abt yourself, or harm yourself. your perfect the way you are, there's no need to feel like shit abt yourself. <3 (pls do not steal my work as it is based on my own life)

-recommended song: cigarettes out the window - tv girl

life was hard, hard as fuck. you felt like everybody around your atmosphere hated you and wishes you'd just, well, die. thoughts ran through your head as you were balled up in a corner, grabbing fistful sizes of hair on the sides of your head, crying and sobbing, muttering bad shit abt yourself, like 'does he hate me? does he want me to die? should i even be alive right now?'. those thoughts ran through your head every single day and second, just no body noticed.

note being a hashira, that shit just adds another difficulty to your already fucked up life. your mind also had racing thoughts of your past, and what those bastards did.

(FLASHBACK STARTS NOW!)

huddled up in a corner while gripping the sides of your head, crying & trembling in fear as the tall, abusive figure stood right in front of you while kicking and hitting your already abused body. the man, also known as your dad, kept yelling things in your ears like 'your not my daughter! my daughter isn't a useless, annoying, ugly ass bitch!' as he continued to abuse you over and over again. and all you could do was tremble and cry in fear.

(FLASHBACK ENDS NOW!)

you just dug your head into your legs as you cried and cried, you had nobody, nobody at all, except for one person, the love of your life, obanai. he genuinely cared about you, checked to see if you were eating enough, drinking enough water, sleeping enough. all he did was worry & care abt you, which made you feel guilty, why did he care so much about you? aren't you supposed to be a worthless toy to throw around? not in his eyes.

but, from the corner of your eyes, you saw a blade, you just stared at it for continuous minutes and seconds before thoughts ran through your head. your heart told you 'don't do it, you'll regret it!' while your brain just said 'do it, fuck up your wrists, your worthless anyways.'

you reached out for the blade, grabbed it with a harsh grip, and pointed its sharp tip to your wrist while smiling and crying, still looking down. but before you could even think about doing such an act towards yourself, someone harshly grabbed your wrist, and threw the blade away from your intense grip.

"don't fucking do that shit." said sanemi, he was genuinely worried that you'd do such an act towards yourself if he didn't arrive in time.

"i-" you just stared at him, as if a staring contest occurred, but no, he was giving you that intense look of 'tell someone, talk to someone, get help.'

"you gotta get some help, yk what? i'm telling iguru, you need to get some help." those words replayed in your mind as if it were a track tape, you just sat on a couch near you, waiting for them to return, and they eventually did.

sanemi returned with a worried as fuck obanai. obanai rushed towards you, grabbed your wrist and inspected it thoroughly, asking questions, his anxiety boosted right through heaven's gates as he looked at you with a look of so much love & worry. this just made you cry, cried in appreciation & sadness, you actually for once felt like you could let it all loose around someone.

"hey, hey. it's alright, let it all out love," he hugged you so so tight

you sobbed and sobbed for hours and all he did was mutter sweet re-assurances in your ear as you berried your crying face into his welcoming shoulder.

"..everything's alright."

[sixamese-simblr]

The Bearchelor: Episode 2

Previously on the Bearchelor...

Kevin: "Anyway Gunnar is just deeply physically repulsive to me."

And coming up...

Mitch: "Listen, my goal is to drink just enough to forget about today."

Two new contestants are entering the game today, all the way from Académie le Tour, bringing the total number of contestants back up to 7:

"I'm Mitch, I'm a student at Académie le Tour, and I just found out on the way here that the roommate I've been casually sharing a house, a bed and my taxes with is gay!"

"I'm Max, and I found out on the plane that chicken the food and chicken the animal are the same thing. I'm still a bit bummed about it but I'm not going to cry on camera."

Meanwhile, the remaining contestants are wondering who Kevin has just sent home.

Castor: "I know Francis's vibes are objectively rancid but he's hot in that that "my father will hear about this" way."

Aldric: "I'm going to be honest I don't think that's a way in which anyone has ever been hot."

Before today's main activity, Kevin is spending some time getting to know the two newest contestants better.

Mitch: "Yes I'm studying in SimFrance. Yes that makes me more cultured than you. Yes I only speak Simlish."

Max: "I love cooking! My specialty is my secret recipe for microwave noodles with dinosaur nuggets. Speaking of, where do they even get dinosaur nuggets if dinosaurs are all dead?"

Kevin: "..."

Today, the contestants have to prove they are able to woo the bachelor with a single flirt.

Mitch: "Hey lil mama lemme whisper in your..."

Kevin: "Yeah, I've seen enough."

Max: "I've always wondered whether that thing about counting shoulders really worked. So there's one, and there's another one. That makes two. Did I win?"

Jared: "I'm going to seduce Kevin by saying the hottest thing I can think of."

Jared, whispering: "I cancelled our plans for tonight, let's just stay in, do an edible and have cheesy pretzels."

Kevin: "I have no idea what that was but that was kinda hot."

Castor, in confessionals: "I hope that gently grabbing his hands while staring into his eyes was enough of a hint that yes I do like him in that way."

Gunnar: "I know you can't resist me. No need to be shy."

Aldric: "So uhh are you into nerdy physics-themed pickup lines because that's all I've got."

Almeric: "See, my varsity jacket looks so much better on the floor. Also it's just for show, I don't even like sports."

That evening, the guys spend some time hanging out in the mansion.

Mitch: "Listen, my goal is to drink just enough to forget about today."

Everyone gathers outside for the ceremony.

Kevin: "Castor. Jared. I've had a wonderful time with both of you today. I think I might be developing a bit of a crush!"

Kevin: "Aldric and Almeric. We've been having a good time. You're also both continuing on to the next round."

This leaves Gunnar, Max and Mitch.

Kevin: "Max. You're genuinely not the brightest, but you're a really nice guy, and I want to see what more there is to you."

Max: "Does that mean I win? I won! Gooo Llamas!"

Kevin: "Gunnar. I don't think you get it the message, but you're not exactly my type. Mitch. You're really hot, but I genuinely don't ever see us becoming friends. The person I've chosen to move on to the next round is..."

"Gunnar."

Mitch: "I... how? Why are you keeping that guy around? This isn't fair, I just got here!"

Mitch: "I honestly don't know what I could've done different. Yes I'm hurt to not be chosen, especially over someone like Gunnar."

[rumble-aint-a-rumble-without-me]

Sylvia lore. So much angst. I'm so sorry.

⭐︎⭐︎⭐︎☆⭐︎⭐︎⭐︎

Sylvia does not wear a prom dress. It's glorified lingerie if anything, a short little dress found in the back of her closet; a relic of simpler times. Her revenge dress, as Dally always called it.

A thin cardigan tossed around her shoulders, a single silver button clasped in the middle across her brassiere.

Too-tall-heels that hurt her feet, and a single little purse held in both hands.

She tries a smile and a pathetic little twirl. Bleached, burned curls fall against her shoulders when she slows, carefully reaching to her eyes but smudging her makeup anyway.

Tim thinks she looks like a filly. Can't keep still, eyes moving back and forth too much. He tries to calm her, through the haze of cigarette smoke curling between them.

“Don't you have a dance to be at?”

“I can't believe we used to fit on that bed.”

The mattress sags. Sylvia pries open her clutch, hastily pulling out a small flask. It's done in a few gulps, rim stained red, and shoved back into her momma’s white clutch before she speaks again.

“I graduated today.”

“I know, I watched. Had to leave after your turn though—, business.”

She nods. “I wouldn't wanna stay the whole time either. Kinda had to though, bein’ in the middle ‘n’ all.” She scoffs. “Sylvia Jackson.”

Curls crumple when she lays her head on his shoulder. Neither move for a while. It's a warm evening, June of 1966. Tim tries not to get ash on her dress and Sylvia tries not to cry.

“I wish you didn't drop out. We could've done it together—, graduatin’. Hell, you coulda been my prom date… don't think they’ll let me drag you ‘long this time.”

Tim exhales, a careful arm around her frail shoulders. His chest rumbles when he speaks; sounding gruffer than he meant to.

“Do you even wanna go to this dance, doll?”

“I wanna get out, Tim.”

Out of Tulsa. Hell, maybe out of the fucking state. He can't blame her— he can barely get a word of common sense in before she’s off on a tangent, tounge that used to cut boys like him to ribbons in their youth.

They're not kids anymore.

“We could leave tonight, while everyone’s busy with the party. Wouldn't even have to tell anyone—, well, we could leave a note for the kids ‘n’ one for Buck. Hell, we could just bring Curls ‘n’ Ang with us—,”

Something in his chest tightens when he lays a scarred hand on her knee. “I can't leave, Sylv. You know that.”

“I know that,” she chuckles through quick tears spilling over her bottom lashes. “I was just-, just thinkin’. I've been doin’ a lot of that these days.”

Thinking of what she’ll do now. She was never an A+ student, college or anything after was out of the question. Not to mention the financial aspect of it all.

Thinking of that gymnasium. The walls done up in streamers, fruit punch and class cupcakes to be enjoyed by all.

She thinks of the Prom Court. King and Queen was no contest; who a better candidate than some dead Soc and his mourning girlfriend?

Sylvia wishes bitterly in her mind for them to move on as she imagines Sherri Valance dressed to the nines, twirling delicately with that plastic crown held to her chest, a match if tiara placed atop her bombshell hairdo.

She thinks of the warm black earth in front of his headstone. It's his birthday carved there. It's his name staring back at her. It doesn't seem real; it never does. She still thinks there’d been some kind of mistake. Some other hood torn apart by bullets under harsh street lamps that brutal night in August.

Dally could always out run the pigs. Always.

Dally never left her for this long.

Never.

“I dunno what to do.”

“You're gonna go to your prom, Sylvia. ‘N’ you're gonna be the best lookin’ girl there.” He tucks hair behind her ear, wipes the pad of his thumb under her eye where mascara had begun to run. “You're gonna call me in the mornin’, alright? We’ll go for coffee. Like old times.”

”I’ll call you tomorrow,” she parrots shaikily. Tim nods, Sylvia smiles. “I should get goin’… I don’t wanna miss my prom.”

“Go get ‘em, cowgirl,” Tim calls. He can hear her heels click against the floor the whole way through the hall and down the stairs, all the way to the front door. It slams back into place as quickly as it was thrown open. He stands. Just enough to watch his oldest friend teeter down the sidewalk in her too-tall-heels.

Sylvia will miss her prom. She’ll empty her change into the hand of the bus driver, taking her ticket and watching Tulsa pass by. The sun dips below rooftops, and she’ll make her way into a seedy little bar on the other end of greaser territory. She’ll meet a boy there; her age, another relic from years ago. William— Billy, as he always preferred, Dawson.

He’ll buy her a drink, she’ll repay him with a dance or two. He’ll buy as many drinks as it takes to keep her happy, clinging to his arms as she slides out of her heels and against his chest. She’ll thank him for the fun, planting a quick, deep kiss against his lips.

When he invites her to his car, she’ll follow.

His hair is brown rather than white-blonde. His eyes, every other colour than that pale, lifeless, blue. But tonight, he smells of tobacco and night. Her nails dig into his leather jacket just right, and the way he holds her.

So tightly, so warm, so possessively.

In a way so sickeningly familiar, Sylvia can only push herself closer against his bare chest the next morning, her sorry excuse of a prom dress pushed well past her thighs.

Tim will understand, she tells herself as she settles into his grip. Tim always understands.

i knew where we were going, i knew, and you still had me sucked into the story and gasping when she met up with billy. that’s the sign of a wonderful storyteller-

[sailorsenshishitposter]

Trish x Reader

I still have a bunch of other dmc fanfics I haven't posted here like ones for Halloween and Christmas (featuring Nico using gunpowder in a ginger bread house contest and one where Dante is Santa in the parade while Vergil hurls sharpened candy canes at him) but it feels weird uploading them out of season so I'll only do it if anyone is actually interested.

Anyway here's Night of the Living Pizza

Tonight was just going to be you and Trish. She was always so busy and now she finally had a night off. You were fooling around and your stomach started to grumble. How unsexy. "I think I'm goìng to go get some pizza..." you said as you trailed off. You found some leftover pizza slices on Dantes counter and you noticed how cold they were but this was okay since you could just reheat them. You opened the microwave door and set the pizza inside. You went to set the timer but you noticed it was shut off."

Damn it!" you yelled as you slammed your hand on top of the machine. Trish came over and put her arms around you. "What's wrong?" she asked. You pointed at the microwave. "I can't get this stupid thing to work because Dante doesn't bother to pay his electricity bill!". Trish lifted your chin up and looked into your eyes. "Shouldn't be a problem for me. Let me try something". Trish waved her palm in the air while chanting "Bibbity bobbity fucking boo"  and summoned electricity that gathered at the tip of her fingers. She then shot out a bolt and zapped the microwave.

There was a puff of smoke that soon disappeared to reveal a badly damaged machine that was charred beyond belief. "I think it's cooked now at least..." Trish said sheepishly. As you were starting to calm down you heard banging coming from inside the microwave. "Trish... what did you DO!?" you shouted and to your horror, the door flung open. "WHAT THE FUCK!?" you screamed. Suddenly the pizza was not only alive but aggressive. Just as Trish was about to shoot it, the pizza slung itself like a throwing star and sliced her head clean off. Since Trish was a demon though it would just grow back like a hydra. She groaned and said "talk about my neck, my back, my pussy and my crack! I'm going to kill that thing!".

As Trish began to chase the pizza, Dante had just arrived back home. He took one look at what was going on and went "WHAT THE HELL IS THIS!?". You informed him of what was happening and soon he was caught up to speed. He stroked his chin hair and said "I think I know why this is happening. You guys know you're not supposed to feed pizza after midnight right?". You slapped your forehead and sighed. "That's from Gremlins Dante GOD DAMN IT!!!" Dante looked surprised and then said "Oh yeah, that name sounds familiar. I think I was drunk when I watched it. Anyway this is probably the work of a demon then." You stared at Dante in disbelief and said "You can't be serious can you?".

"I'm completely serious. And know I have to go stop Trish." You were even more confused now. "Shouldn't you be killing it Dante?". He turned to you and said "Maybe I can reason with it. No one should ever be forced to harm innocent pizza.". A single tear was shed. "Devils do cry I guess." you said and you knew better than to get between Dante and the love of his life (pizza). Just as Dante went to locate Trish a "THAT'S AMORE!" Could be heard within the building. Dante ran as fast a he could but it was too late. The pizza was now deasceasd. R.I.P. (rest in pepperoni).

Dante then cradled the slice and sobbed. "I SHOULD HAVE BEEN THE ONE TO FILL YOUR DARK SOUL WITH LIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIGHT!" he cried out. You took some left over pizza boxes, scissors and glue and returned with a homemade coffin. "It's what he would have wanted." you say. You go outside and start digging. Soon the pizza is burried and you're all embraced in a group hug while Dante is drunk off his ass as he sings kumbaya. At this point Vergil returns home, assesses the situation and then turns to walk away.

[ackackh]

Hello! @eugeneroehoe ! I’m your secret gift-giver! I had a really great time writing this, but can you tell I’m long-winded? Paring this down was a challenge!

I’ll post the story here below the cut and link to my AO3. I hope you like it!

Winter’s comin’ in hard. Only October and the season’s first long drift of snow has blown over their village swiftly these past three days. His Andy has been sleeping poorly—says the cold air makes his head hurt, but Eddie hardly sleeps anyway and he’s been watching Andy fight his way in and outta dreams for months. Years. Puts him back to bed with his mouth when Andy wakes up gasping or crying. Could almost appreciate the arrangement, if it didn’t mean Andy were so far away, somewhere in the Solomons without him.

Massachusetts and Maryland don’t seem all that far apart, but the winters up North ain’t like nothin’ Eddie’s ever seen. Eight years out and six years here, Eddie still don’t understand how Andy can smoke barefoot on their back porch like it ain’t 15 degrees in the sunshine, like Eddie ain’t shivering in a blanket by their wood stove.

This morning, Eddie regrets having to leave him before dawn. He dresses in his own trousers and Andy’s flannel shirt and jacket, his own boots and belt and Andy’s wool coat. When he gets to the Matthews’, they won’t be able to see it, the way he’s got Andy’s love dripping off him, but he’ll know. It’s what keeps him company on these odd jobs.

On the roof, Eddie yanks off one glove with his teeth, needs to get a better hold on this shingle and nail, but the sun has only been shining on his back for thirty minutes, so it shouldn’t surprise that his fingers freeze near-solid and clumsy. He near deserves it when his hammer comes down to shatter them.

“Skip?” Eddie calls into their home, nose nipped red, his dumb, injured fingers curled up into his sleeve, as he shucks out of Andy’s coat. He gives up on his bootlaces without much effort, instead stomps the packed snow from the tread and calls again when he receives no answer, “Andy?”

He finds him in the back of their home where the kitchen in sunk, a step down from the rest of the house, and bathed yellow in late morning light. Impossibly inviting with his cotton shirt and blue jeans and pale, bare feet. He’s turned away, his hip leant against the kitchen counter, head cocked to the side as he examines their refrigerator. Eddie knows just from the set of his shoulders that he’s scowling at it.

“As much as I admire that look in a CO, I doubt you could win a staring contest with a machine, Skip.” teases Eddie, stepping down into the kitchen. Always fuckin’ cold in here, three bare walls tryin’ to keep out the winter. Failing most days, too.

But Andy doesn’t move. Outside, the weather is picking up again, the window above the sink has frosted shut despite the sun’s better efforts to thaw it. Eddie’s frozen, busted fingers throb in sympathy.

“Hey,” Eddie comes to his back, tapping the counter next to Andy’s hip, and wrapping an arm around his waist as he startles some. Andy blinks, and Eddie catches the moment he realizes it’s him. When he sighs and smiles and leans back into his embrace, Eddie’s own darlin’. He squeezes him ‘round the middle, kisses his temple—that secret and favorite place of his, where Andy’s startin’ to gray—and looks over Andy’s shoulder to find what he’d been glarin’ at: the note Eddie left him this morning.

He sets another kiss below Andy’s ear—right where the wire oughtta be—and hums a realization into his neck. Gently twisting Andy to face him, Eddie signs and asks aloud, “Where are your ears?”

They’re new, and fucking expensive. Seven years and some months of living with one ear out of commission, Andy cried and told Eddie, I’d forgotten what your voice was like all around me.

Now, Andy shakes his head and tells him, “Took ‘em out, was bothering me. Everything makes so much noise now. Did you know this goddamn thing buzzes?” He jabs a thumb at the fridge. Andy never bothers to sign back, even after all the time spent learning.

“That what’s bothering you?” Eddie raises his brow. He curls his fingers around the shell of Andy’s ear, like he might soothe him.

“That—and then this.” He turns and snatches down the note. “I remember there was something today, you told me yesterday.”

“That’s right.”

“But I couldn’t remember what. And then this... Like it’s written in fucking Chinese. I can’t read the damn thing.”

Eddie assures him, “It ain’t important,” and takes the note from Andy’s fist, “Says I was at the Matthew’s.” Andy watches Eddie as he throws it away, asking, signing, “you remember me sayin’ that last night?”

“I do. Now, I do.”

Eddie dips in for a kiss, but Andy’s sour scowl is still there when he pulls away.

“Head’s like cotton today.” Andy says.

Andy’s winter is comin’ in hard. So, Eddie kisses him again and brews them coffee while Andy curls up by the window, cracked open so he can smoke inside. When Eddie passes him his drink, Andy snatches up his half-broken hand and flattens it against his palm. Worries at where his fingernails have gone purple.

“What did you do?”

Andy don’t believe him when he says it’s nothing. Gently, he curls his hand around Eddie’s battered fingers and brings them to his lips to kiss them right, and nothing can quell the falling and flying of Eddie’s heart, a fluttering bird. Andy is the best man Eddie knows; it’s a marvel sometimes, to be loved by him.

Eddie settles into his place behind Andy, curving around him like a river. Hums a song he’s heard somewhere, low and warm, and Andy keeps his place in Eddie’s arms until the quiet of the snow and the warmth of Eddie’s body have lulled him to sleep. Hands cradling Eddie’s precious fingers, even here he doesn’t let go.

[brick-a-doodle-do]

Here's my first dip into chaos bc there is no surrender...it looks longer than it is so speeeeeed read it...you'll want to bc there's g!Quickvine

".....being in the middle of a fight against each other, Voidshire is leading Quickvine on as usual and generally having a lot of fun while poor Quickvine is thinking he's fighting for his life. But..."

A. Suddenly Voidshire disappears with a yelp, nowhere to be seen. Quickvine runs to where he last saw Voidshire, listening for the shadows and confused as to why he hadn't seen or heard the magic being used. Only for his sensitive ears to pick up the sound of a small rapid heartbeat. When he turns towards it, he finds he has almost trampled right over a now finger sized villain. He's stuck in a staring contest with the clearly frightened, now tiny man, only for it to be broken by the shouting of other heros. The volume makes them bother flinch and without thinking it through, Quickvine grabs the tiny villain, hiding him out of sight. A huge part of him was screaming that if he didn't, something horrible would happen to the guy. Of course, Voidshire is struggling in his grip and protesting, but he smothers the insult shouting with his other hand as he calls out to the other heroes before hurrying off. He looks at the villain in his hands once he's out of sight, but is at a loss. What is he supposed to do about this?

B. Quickvine disappears, making Voidshire pause in confusion. After a long moment of silence with the background screaming of civilians and police sirens, he steps forward. With sharp eyes he scans the entire area closely, only to see a flash of green zip by where Quickvine had just been. Fully aware his steps were still soundless, he went closer, finding a rather miniscule Quickvine quivering as he cowered behind some rubble muttering to himself. He stared for a long time before an amused smirk found its way onto his lips. Without warning the now tiny hero, he crouches and his hand dashes out, successfully snagging the small cat. In an instant Quickvine was screaming bloody murder and struggling in a panic, his tiny tail lashing as he scrambled against the tough skin. The screaming made him flinch and feel a momentary pang of guilt, but in the end he simply sighed and stood up, the two actions immediately silencing the hero. His arms were over his head and...Voidshire was pretty sure the guy was crying, of all things. He hummed lightly and glanced up when the other heroes began to arrive shouting at him. He felt a pang of possessiveness and dodged an attack deftly, keeping Quickvine safe as he did. Not wasting another second, he went into his shadows to leave the area, bringing the apparently shrunken hero with him. He felt like it was far too dangerous to leave his favorite person out there with those rude heroes. He'd get hurt...but right now he was terrified of the villain. It was hard to decide which was a better choice. Now...what to do with him?

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B R I C K

Wanna tell me how these two choices end? 👀

Tell me all about your favorite one.....

man im so tempted to just reply with . but i know that'd be so bad so i'll refrain

anyway how much money did you put on g!quickvine being my favorite? it DEFINITELY IS.

and hMMM idk how you should continue that one,, honestly if i was in that situation i would put irza somewhere he can't get out (for the time being) and try to talk to him. idk. maybe vara tries to find the reason irza shrunk?

and for g!voidshire hgghhhhh i can see some kind of him going back to his apartment to try and get vara to fix it cause. social interaction and also he doesn't wanna deal with it at all

IDK this is hard sobbbb sob

i love how both of them just like pop down randomly. love it. it's a good g/t trope. and in a,,,, vara grabbing irza and just running away i LOVE THEM. vara can be so like. clingy and protective i love i love i love <33

[feather-rose]

Move in, with me? Part 2..

...

Hinata(Comes into the room where Neji and Tenten were still looking over the newspapers with frustration at the table where the two of them sat at.): More tea, brother?

Neji(Declines the offer by his hand when his eyes kept looking down at the newspapers.He looked like he was ready to explode, here.): No more, please. Lady Hinata, or else, I’m gonna lose it, in any minute..

Hinata( A bit worried as she slowly put down the teapot onto the table and sat down with them..): Neji--

Neji(Groans louder as he was about to grab his locks of hair, here with anger): ARGH! Why is everything is so expensive? I don’t get it! Why is it so damn hard to find an appartement?

Tenten( Sighs with defeat.): Don’t even ask. Mine is far too small and yet it still costs my own ass...

Neji: Not after the war. Before that, it looked less scary, but now. It’s almost impossible for a person to live alone--

Tenten(Offended as she yelped back, as she almost slammed the table, louder.): Hey!

Neji( Looks up at her, with a defeated look, here. Up at her annoying stare.): Sorry..

Hinata( Quiet as she was here, with her voice with concern.): Ever asked for a loan, Neji?

Neji(Shook his head, saying no.): No. And I’m not that kind of person, here. And I’ve saved enough if I planned to move away, which it wasn’t, at first. But now, it’s different.

Tenten(Agrees with him.): Some place cozy and simple for both of us. Heat, air conditioner and enough space for my weapon collection.

Both her boyfriend and cousin had looked up at her, strangely but with fear...

Neji(Gulps): Weapon collection? Just how many weapons do you have?

Tenten(Annoyed at this point from her boyfriend.): Enough to kill a stalker or an enemy. Or maybe Lee, when he almost walked onto Neji and I doing--

Neji(Blushes with embarrassment.): Tenten, I don’t need a picture, here..(He pointed Hinata who looked like she was about to faint, here. No sex talk, here.)

Tenten(Ignored the problem, here): Anyways. Our own cozy little place. And did I even mentionned that I have an flat screen?(Grins back at theirs stunned faces)

Neji: Huh? Did I’ve missed something? Or what? A flat screen?

Hinata(Almost drooled over.): A flat screen TV? How I wished I had that..

Tenten(Grins over the idea of her success, here. Even if it been for only a good luck thingy.): Yeah, I know. It been a present or more the kinda thing I’ve won over a drinking contest!

Neji(Annoyed.): Tenten..

Tenten(Laughs back up.): It both left Shikamaru and Chouji naked, stripped off of their paid checks!

Hinata( Shocked): Tenten..

Neji(His eye twitched a bit as he released a amusement smirk.): You know, you like being dirty, right?

Tenten(Scoffs, not feeling ashamed.): Yeah, I know.( Changing the subject as she waved her hand. As she whirled around to look over Hinata.) So, how’s everyone’s taking with Neji leaving?

Hinata(Trying to get over the shock, here.):Just okay. Hanabi is on a mission, at the moment. But she wishes ni-san all the best.

Tenten(Sighs deeply with relief.): That’s good, to hear. At least some people are still okay in this campound.

Neji(Annoyed, here. And no thanks to his girl.): Whatever.(Looks up at his cousin.) But? How about Uncle? Hiashi-sama?

Hinata( She wriggled up a lock of her long blunette hair, with nervosity, here.): Well, it is an different matter, you see.

Neji(Warning tone.): Hinata..

Hinata(Finally admited back as if she had no other choice.): Let’s just say that Naruto-kun and I, been trying to bring him out from his depression..

Tenten(Cringed over at this reply.Much like her boyfriend looked here.): Depression?

Neji: What?

Hinata(Shrugged off her shoulders as she decided to take back the teapot and poured tea over into the couple’s cups, as if it would make her feel better.): Yeah. He’s been crying like an never ending waterfall for amost a week, after niisan had told us, he’d be moving out.( Steps back her move as she looks back at Neji, trying to look innocent, here.) He never quite leaves his chambers, unless, it is for to pee.

Neji(Sweatdropped here.): No comment to that..

Tenten(Much like she looked like her boyfriend, here.): No swearing over that, either.

Hinata(Smiles shyly, over them.): More tea, everyone?

........

[haretonmarling]

me #1001

20 something me, how many storms can fit into a decade spent yearning for a soft season, yet you’ve come out sort of numb. I guess even chaos gets boring eventually, & resilience gets strange over time. You’ve come out stranger still, which is what you once desperately wanted, remember? You’ve made it out, alright still, but confused - it happens to the best of ‘em, which is pretty much all of ‘em, but you’ll still find a way to be extra about it.

Now you’re at the sink singing little lonelies. You were always scared to take the wheel, you let the river take you where it would, & told yourself it’s better to be disappointed by fate than yourself. Then every night pull on your weighted blanket of expired dreams & resume your staring contest with the ceiling.

The curse is the same still: mourning so many lives we never could have lived, a perennial discontent gnawing at your own ankles. Stuck under the shade of a plum tree out of reach, paralysed by potential. A cartoon in a cartoon graveyard. A 29-year-old still waiting to begin.

Still, you made it out. We made it out. I didn’t know if you could. You didn’t know if I’d even want it. But we’re here now, anyways.

One month out from 30.

The last flight of my 20s.

The last kiss of my 20s.

My housemate reminds me of my mother sometimes- people with no sense of rage, & i could never relate. She’s the sunflowers to my starry night, she feels in primary colours, i’m pastel at best.

And they’re the latest fellow leaky boat, a flare of solidarity, dark humour, hope. & twice a week we get plastered & try to fix the world. spend the next day wandering around like weary tourists in our own lives.

The last run I’ll go on.

The last time I’ll call Oskar.

One week out from 30.

The world was always too much to hold so I threw it all out. Tried to give myself so many lives so that none of them would feel real anymore. Chased away what I thought was fear like a fox out the kitchen but maybe it never was that. Buried myself in lore & called it home. All these years I thought I was untangling myself, I just made a fucking mess. The cover model for a brochure on trainwrecks the patron saint of doubt with the world’s worst party trick: how I undermine my own joy.

But I’m learning to be cool about it. To love myself unfinished: the revolutionary in becoming still cosplaying as a human being.

I laugh more now Cry less but better Get overwhelmed by the decency of people, & how hope can come from anywhere like weeds through bathroom tiles. Walk around this tiny city Show god all of my favourite places.

Find grace in the suffering find holiness in the downfall find gratitude for the years spent staring out windows falling down stairs kissing bathroom sinks catching yourself saying what are you gonna do about it kid?

Lay awake thinking of Ivy’s wedding speech- words for the person who saved me & the one who saved her. Count my days without her like a plant without water.

The last time I’ll sing The Mother We Share in the shower.

The last time I’ll cry.

Wake up early enough for the new Mitski walk to the waterfront in the dark watch the waves, surveying my multitudes focus-grouping with my demons, laughing as the plums hit the ground, Silly me, waiting.

Maybe I’m as untangled as I want to be as real as I need to be as ready as I’ll ever be to let calm in & not be afraid of it. To learn to hold things lightly let them go when it’s time.

The last poem I’ll draft in an uber, running late for my own party. The same poem I’ve written a thousand times before.

Pour one out for Sinéad, pour one out for all the people I never became. One more little death.

Lay flowers down upon the body & get back to life.

.. july 29 2023

[dalkyeom]

aw i missed the trick or treat event :((( was gonna say i dressed up as OA!chris AHAHAHHA

but anyway!! how are youuu my lovely chia?? i haven’t heard from you in agesss. i hope you’re doing well and that your halloween went great and you got loads of treats 🥰🥰

oh also… i have a scary story! so this actually happened to me and i remember it so clearly too.

so basically when i was younger, my brothers were obsessed with remote controlled cars (and so was i but my parents rarely bought me any :/ but not the point!). so there was this one… i guess it was a big jeep? maybe the size of a small cat. and it’s wheels would light up with blue lights whenever you drove it. my brother used to love that car a lot and played with it almost everyday until it sadly broke :( i think the remote controller fell maybe? it just stopped working.

anyway. so one night i was sitting alone in the living room, my brothers were upstairs, and my parents were at work (doctors on call lmao so you know they wouldn’t be back until the morning). i was just minding my own business when suddenly, that broken jeep that was sitting on the table suddenly made a sound, the wheels rolling with the blue lights. it was only for a second, nothing more. but it spooked me.

because a) the only remote control for that car was on the opposite end of the sofa i was sitting on. and b) i’m pretty sure dad mentioned how the car ran out of battery earlier.

i wasn’t gonna sit and find out so i ran upstairs, heart beating super fast, and went to sleep with my brothers in our parents’ bedroom.

still don’t know why that happened. or how. but it’s a fun story to tell!

Ti-cup beloveddd it’s been so long 🥺💖 hello hellaaaur! I’m so glad to see you again! Been tucked away in the folds of caratblr atm (while juggling school projects so I’ve been on-off) and halloween was pretty chill! It was raining so I didn’t go outside 😂 but my place had a small ToT event for the kids but idk if any of them went outside

Hoping your halloween went well too and AGHSHD— OA!CHRIS 😭 my boy, my boy. I have to catch up with your series when I can I’m still not over the last update I bookmarked which was the one where Hyunlix saved that one family in the building 🥺 (also missing how you write your Chris so well 😔 his nuances!)

AMG HELPPP!! It’s always the little stuff that’s like really spooky 😭 the ones that are like you blink and it’s gone so you’re like sitting there all creeped out. Wonder if it ever did that again bc that’s creepy 😭😭😭 would do the same but also might end up having a staring contest with the object bc uhm— 😳 what compelled you?! In my supervision?

Idk if I ever experienced something like that 😭 most of my ghost stories come from secondhand retellings from my relatives (my aunt’s house is pretty haunted and my dad’s childhood home also had disembodied footsteps on the second floor)

the closest personal experience I had tl;dr version was someone wailing outside my classroom during math class. It was pretty loud so we thought it was a lost kid but when we checked no one was outside (and the wailing was still there. It was like you can hear someone crying bc it was loud) so we all huddled and prayed. The moment we finished, the crying stopped so it was vv weird 😭

[theminecraftbee]

ohhh i have some good empires related songs (mostly wither rose alliance stuff as i have brainrot lol)

like a staring contest by the future kings of nowhere - you know that period right before the wither rose alliance breakup but after xornoth had started wreaking havoc? yeah. yeah. wra my beloveds.

lighthouse by the hush sound - most the last half that fits but god does it fit two well for me not to mention. wra alliance but gem in particular.

sunrise sunset by the bright eyes - honestly could be several ppl towards sausage

the real thing / the feeling by civilian - ignoring the romance stuff. wra vibes.

red roses by call me karizma - big sausage song.

maria by aliceband - speaking of sausage songs. very specifically current era sausage.

sleepwalk by forrest day - i feel like you might’ve already been recommended this one? but still, in case you haven’t, another good sausage song

fair by the amazing devil - lizzie and joel!! just them.

lion’s teeth by the mountain goats - it fits.. most of the server tbh

great vacation by the dirt poor robins - it fits for a few people but i personally really like it for fwhip!

i will TAKE wither rose alliance stuff because i am increasingly emotionally attached to the wither rose gang. i am SO emotionally attached to them. throw them at me!

so you are very right about like a staring contest. that being said that first verse was sung and PUNCHED ME IN THE FACE??? HOLY SHIT???????? then just. the chorus about how they're staring across at each other. waiting to attack each other. but no one wants to have to move first. no one wants to be the one who. MAN. MAN. MAN.

I've been going through the records We're not getting any better Maybe I've just gotten bitter I don't really care, whatever I'm so tired of open warfare When the point of this was to be best of friends

i am sobbing????? i am. man. man. this is going on the playlist but also you broke me IMMEDIATELY? like i said. punched in the face immediately. i. hold on. give me a moment. give me a moment. i really like this song too which doesn't help with how much this one is hurting me. MAN.

okay. and now they repeat the first verse again at the end. this is fine. i can move on from this one but this one is already my favorite.

okay. so now. lighthouse. oh, hush sound does some beautiful music. i agree, i like this one as a gem song. there's this wistful vibe to the song. the actual story being told in the song, however, is... interesting. hm. i will be thinking about this for a while. i like it for gem but this may be a back pocket song, because a story about a ghost who gives a warning from the outside, and then two people going to the lighthouse and becoming ghosts themselves is... something i can probably find an even better place for eventually. this is a really good song though. i really need to listen to more hush sound, i know i like them already...

oh, i agree that sunrise, sunset is a sausage song for sure. also this song is also very rad? your music taste and mine are dovetailing REALLY nicely today, nice. i love the messy, chaotic vibes of this one as they sing about how you've changed, you've changed. like, look at the verse below. this is DEFINITELY a sausage song. i like this a lot. good vibes, good vibes. (or, well, the song itself isn't really good vibes, it's this sort of intense chaotic vibes, but they're. good sausage vibes. you know what i mean,)

But everything you do is leading to the point where you just won't know what to do At that moment you may laugh but there is someone there who will be laughing louder than you So it's true, the trick is complete, you become everything you said you never would be You're a fool; you're a fool!

next up, the real thing / the feeling. i can see how, ignoring the romantic aspect, this is the wither rose alliance. they're trying to hear what they want from each other, it's gonna fall apart, but for now? they're going to force it to work. also i like the lyric "it's not the end of the world / but it's pretty damn close". like, that's not necessarily an analysis, that's just my fanfic brain going "oh that would make a good fic title one day".

oh red roses is. spooky. this one's real spooky. i can see how you threw this as a sausage song. honestly though this one is giving me REALLY STRONG last life vibes. i am throwing this onto my last life internal playlist. that's where this one is going. this song's really good too thank you for this suggestion.

OH HI ALICEBAND. YOUR MUSIC TASTE AND MINE REALLY ARE THE SAME HUH. SWEET. anyway you're right about maria, that's a good sausage song. (also it hits my "i like songs with religious undertones more than i should when i want heavy imagery" button.) this song is so... messy and decisive while also feeling so indecisive and. yeah. yeah. yeah. he bit the apple and he doesn't want to leave, but also he's drowning, but also he's powerful, but also he hates being where he is, but... love this for him. good choice.

i had not actually been recommended sleepwalk yet but it's a song i already know and already love. humming "then it becomes, it becomes, it becomes a problem". this one, i think, i am... saving. for other playlists. because i get weird about too many repeated songs. but also you are not wrong that this is a sausage song and i am pleased with it. good song.

aw, fair is. such a sweet song for lizzie and joel. like you i don't have much other to say other than this is. this is such a sweet song and makes me emotional. love. this is a song about love. yes. these lyrics are love.

...lion's teeth does indeed fit most of the server. i sort of like it as a general empires song. a song featuring the entire server. but also. the metaphor of this song is. pretty clear. so i don't have anyone to quite stick this heavy metaphor to yet, but i can see it as a general empires song indeed.

AHA. GREAT VACATION. did i. did i not already have this on my playlist? okay i already did. nice. anyway this is a whole server vibes song to me, right after the dragon fight, but it's a good fwip song too. i really like the vibes of it being a song about the end of the world, and the like... the lyrics almost mock the rulers for thinking they're better than anyone else. this is just. a really, REALLY good empires song. a REALLY GOOD CHOICE THANK YOU