#bro really said “you have a horrible taste”

[dilfl0v3rss]

the horrible brother

choso was a horrible brother…

because he was never on time. he missed yugi’s first basketball game of his senior season and was so late to his champion ship game the security guards almost didn’t let him in. thank god sukuna was there to let them know he was family. speaking of sukuna, choso was never on time to his football games either. always having some type of excuse instead of taking responsibility for himself.

“m’sorry bro i got caught up at work”

“next game i’ll be here thirty minutes early”

choso was a horrible brother…

because even though he was the eldest, his brothers had no choice but to learn life’s lessons from each other instead. never getting that big brother talk since choso moved out as soon as he turned eighteen. yugi now deals with his his emotions by trying to overwork himself on the court. and sukuna… the poor man doesn’t know how to communicate without throwing insults or his fists.

choso was a horrible brother…

because he disguised his true reason of coming to his brothers shared apartment. saying that he just wanted to spend time with them when he was really coming to ogle at you, his little brothers pretty girlfriend. sukuna couldn’t possibly know what to do with a pretty little thing like you. your mini skirts were always nice and tight, riding up your ass as you stood on your tippy toes to grab something from the top shelf. choso’s dick couldn’t help but jump as ge watched from the living room.

“kuna don’t just stand thereeee! help meee” he quickly reverted his eyes to his phone when he caught sight of his younger brother entering the kitchen. a chuckle rumbling from sukuna’s chest as he pressed his big print against your ass, looking down at your big brown eyes with a smirk. “what d’you say mama?”

you looked away shyly before he slid his palm under your chin, forcing your eyes to stay on him as he pushed his hips into you and little harder.

“p-please baby?”

choso was a horrible brother…

because he knew it was wrong, but he couldn’t resist you any longer when he seen you walking around the house with a big t shirt on.

“kuna’s at practice. wont be home til around nine” you mumbled as you dug in the freezer. back arched to perfection as you looked deeper and deeper for your favorite ice cream bar. choso had came there looking for sukuna to return the controllers he borrowed, but he couldn’t help but stay a little longer when he noticed your lack of underwear.

“mmokay. i’ll just wait for em right here” he said, taking his seat on the couch before glancing at the time on his phone. it was only 6:30. he laid his phone in his lap, only then realizing that his dick was rock hard. he was so nervous that he didn’t even notice, and you didn’t make it any better. prancing over to the couch and taking a seat right next to him before grabbing the remote and putting on the princess and the frog.

pretty lips sucking and licking all over the melting ice cream. delightful little moans left your mouth as you happily enjoyed the taste of the strawberry flavor. choso didn’t even notice he was staring until your voice pulled him from his trance. “y’want some?” you said with a giggle as you watched the much larger man next to you struggle to get words out.

“y-yea…yea s-sure”

choso was a horrible brother…

because he couldn’t say no to your pretty little face when you asked him to hold your ice cream while you got on your knees and sucked his soul from his dick. the creamy substance sliding down his hand and dripping on to the couch as sexy moans flew from his plump pink lips. you released him with a pop before giggling at the disheveled state of the man in front of you. “you’re making a mess papa” you said as you moved the melted ice cream towards choso’s mouth, watching it drip from the corner of his lips while you started slowly stroking his dick.

he didn’t even stop you when you slowly moved on top of him, taking the clean stick from his mouth before letting your tongues dance with the ice cream still present. jumping from his tongue to yours as you lined his dick with your entrance.

“you gon make a mess on papa’s dick baby?” a smirk planted on your face before the two of you moaned into the air. your tight walls caressing his dick just right as you slowly sat down on him.

“mhmm. wanna make you feel good”

choso was a horrible brother…

because not only did he fuck your brains out while his brother wasn’t home, he left you with a little cream of his own. smirking while watching it run down your thighs as you gave his brother a sloppy kiss at the door when he got home from practice.

[sunny-ssunset]

Love LOVED your honest dating and the smoking hc, would you be comfortable doing one of those for Craig's gang??

Honest dating headcanons 💯 🔥

Craig's gang

Course i can lmao I was thinking about doing one with craigs gang lol (GENDER NEUTRAL AGED UP)

Idk why but the jimmy one is really sad lmao

Craig

•Bro could not care less about you

•He wont care if you break up

•He wont treat you any differently in or after the relationship

•He'd hang out with you once and then you'd start dating with out you knowing

•It just happens one day lmao

•He just tells everyone your together

•He wont do any sort of physical affection

•He might buy you a gift on your birthday

•Tbh i dont picture him being an overly horrible person i just think he is boring as fuck

•Literally doesnt kiss you or hold your hand

•its just being w friends with more labels

Tweak

•Gets a nosebleed whenever you make eye contact

•SUPER nervous around you

•He cannot even comprehend you liking him let alone being in a relationship with him

•Dating freaks him the fuck out

•After you ask him out (sorry but there is no chance of him doing that)

•And even then theres only a 50 percent chance of him saying yes. Even though he likes you

•Overthinks all the time

•If you leave him on delivered for one second he'll freak out

•He is very anxious with you

•Needs constant reassurance you like him

•He is a bit of a pick me, he sends this emoji 🥺

•He is so clingy

•He'll cry if he sees you talking to anyone but him

•If you ever broke up he would never be able to talk or look at you again

Jimmy

•He asked you out as a dare thinking you would say no and you said yes

•Felt too bad to break up with you

•Has been convincing himself to love you ever since

•He'll try give you the ick or being mean to you to get you to break up with him

•You actually fall more in love with him

•He'll start to fall for you too

•If you laugh at his jokes

•Or make an effort to make him laugh

•But then his dreams get crushed

•Someone told you that he asked you out as a joke

•You genuinely get upset and break up with him

•Leaving him heart broken

•He brings you gifts and he looks at you whenever he makes jokes to see if you laugh

•He hates himself for what he did :(

Tolkien

•Probably the most sane relationship you will have

•He wont admit it

•But he is very very stuck up

•He has a very particular taste, like kyle

•However unlike kyle he is a pretty rizzy rizzler

•He'll take you out on nice dates

•He gets bored pretty easily though

•He'll break up with you in a nice way though

•He'll drop a bunch of flowers or chocolates at your door or locker and write you a note

•Too stuck up to do it in person

•He'll treat you like the relationship never happened when you break up though

•Like everything goes back to normal

Clyde

•He is a pretty well wanted guy in south park high

•He gets a lot of bitches which is very odd because he is one of those guys that really arent anything special but they pull so much

•These people have fueled his ego so much, he thinks he is Ryan gosling

•He'll come up to you like 'sup then ask you know a date

•You'll start dating

•He can be really sweet but he acts all tough because he is the epitome of toxic masculinity

•He got bullied for being a 'crybaby' so i guess he made himself the opposite to fit in

•He gets pissed off when you say he is being flirty with other people

•He cheats on you one night when he is drunk (suprise suprise)

•He cries telling you it was a mistake

•And you dump him in front of everyone

•And he makes you out to be the problem

•Then the whole school hates you

[gabriel-xander]

Don't Forget

[Sans x Female!Reader]

15: Let's Talk About Your Car's Extended Warranty

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The call goes as well as you expect it to. You made sure to tell her you really couldn’t talk for long since Sans’ brother (yes, you told her his name, it’s only fair if she knows), Papyrus, wants to discuss some house rules over dinner. She let you go soon after, reassured when you told her you call her again later today when you get settled down.

You actually really like the balcony: it’s facing the direction of Waterfalls and it’s just cozy. You might bring a chair out here whenever you want some alone time.

Going back inside and down stairs, you see that the table that was pushed against the right wall (the one with their pet rock that was still there) was pulled away from said wall. There are three, identical wooden chairs: one on the left, one on the right, and one at the head of the table closest to the kitchen. The pie was already freed from its container and set on the table next to the pet rock.

Sans was already sitting at the head of the table, and he motions for you to take the seat on the right side. You do so without any complaint. There’s already forks on the table alongside glasses of water and a pitcher of iced water, too.

Respectfully, they have GOT to rearrange the minimal furniture in this house.

“everything okay?”

“Yep! Gonna call her again later though,” You clasp your hands and set them on the table, “I—told her your name because I thought it’s only right if she knows who I’m staying with.”

He tenses up, “and?”

“And… She wanted me to tell you her name in return,” You smile at him with a wink, “So the story is that Napstablook didn’t tell you shit, okay?”

Sans sighs for the nth time that day, “you’re trying to give me a heart attack, aren’t ya?”

“Whoops! Sorry, I didn’t know you didn’t have the guts to handle it.”

Before the punny monster can quip back, the greatest monster to have ever lived bounces into the living room with a flourish. Two plates of spaghetti in his hands and he sets them down gently in front of you and his brother.

“where’s your plate, bro?”

“IT SEEMS THAT I MAY HAVE UNWITTINGLY UNDERESTIMATED HOW MUCH I NEEDED TO MAKE. I’M SO USED TO MAKING ONLY ENOUGH JUST FOR YOU AND I.” Papyrus sighs so sadly,  “BUT YOU TWO NEED NOT WORRY. I AM WILLING TO MAKE THIS SMALL, YET PAINFUL, SACRIFICE SO THAT YOU TWO CAN ENJOY MY COOKING!”

Jesus.

You’re slightly scared for your life, but you can’t help but still feel grateful he cooked something for you at all to welcome you. Even if it’s going to taste bad (maybe it’s not that bad and Sans was exaggerating?), you want to at LEAST take ONE bite.

“Thank you for the food, Papyrus!”

“YOU ARE MOST CERTAINLY WELCOME! FEEL FREE TO DIG IN,” He widens his eye sockets, “OH, I NEARLY FORGOT SOMETHING. I’LL BE RIGHT BACK.”

As the frantic skeleton hurries back to the kitchen, you scrunch up your nose and take the fork. Whelp, rip in pieces you. You stick your fork into the noodles (they feel kind of stiff, you don’t think they’re fully cooked) and twirl the utensil. Sans looks at you like you’re fucking crazy.

“you’re not seriously gonna eat it, are you??”

“Well yeah, dude. What else is there to do? He made it for me, of course I’m gonna eat it,” You shrug and bring the food to your mouth, “Bone Apple Tea, I guess.”

“wait!”

But wait you did not.

Your face reflexively scrunches up.

The taste is indescribable.

…

IS WHAT YOU WOULD SAY IF YOU’RE BEING NICE ABOUT IT!!!

You grip the fork tightly in your fist, your other hand covering your mouth as your body hunches over.

The noodles are under-cooked and you can just tell he didn’t add salt to the water. The tomato sauce was too clumpy and whatever fucking seasoning he used made it taste as though it was already expired. The meat for the meatballs was way overcooked, super dry, and was a horrible mix with the sauce.

Your heart (and taste buds) was broken and hurting: how could ANYONE lie to Papyrus about his cooking?! The food is so awful and not fit for consumption; this could seriously get you sick were it not for the fact that it’s made of magic.

You force yourself to swallow it down even though you weren’t done chewing. It hurt like a bitch but you couldn’t keep it on your tongue without running the risk of throwing it up.

That’s what she said.

You notice Sans’ pained and sympathetic expression as you reach for your water and chug it down like there’s no tomorrow. It wasn’t nearly enough so you stole Sans’ water (“hey!”) because you can’t wait to serve yourself another glass.

You slam the glass down. “Ahhh! Oh, my God!!” You whisper-shout, “What the hell was that?!”

“i warned you not to!”

“I didn’t think it would be like that!!” You look down at your plate to glare at the offender but, “…Huh?”

“YOU DIDN’T THINK IT WOULD BE LIKE WHAT?”

Papyrus comes back with a bowl of grated cheese, setting it down on the table. You can feel you have some sauce at the corner of your mouth, but you are NOT licking it off. You wipe it off with your thumb instead, eyeing your empty plate.

“YOUR PLATE…!”

Yeah, you’re fucking confused, too! The pasta has completely vanished from yours and Sans’ plate with the only evidence that it was ever there being the sauce residue on the plates, your fork, and now on your thumb where you had wiped it off your face. Sans said he’d help you out, but what did he do? This is his doing, right?

“YOU… YOU REALLY LIKE MY COOKING THAT MUCH, THAT YOU ATE IT SO QUICKLY?”

His face is full of hope, and his hope is so unbelievably fragile. You know that when the day comes and you finally tell him the truth, it’s just going to hurt more. You could just not do that, but it goes against your morals and principles.

Ohhh, you don’t want to lie to the poor baby! Some way or another, Sans seems to notice this dilemma, and comes to your rescue.

“you should’ve seen it, bro. i don’t think i’ve seen anyone enjoy food like that before.”

“OH, WOWIE!!” Papyrus bounces from joy. “MARK MY WORDS, [Y/N]! I, THE GREATEST CHEF, PAPYRUS, WILL MAKE YOU ALL THE PASTA YOU COULD EVER WANT!”

…Yayyy…

Sans can clearly see the disdain behind your polite smile. He can’t help but feel bad since… Yeah, they (as in himself and his other friend) never should have lied to him about his cooking. Maybe then he would’ve taken the criticism and gotten better. Still, as long as he just uses his magic to toss the spaghetti into the garbage dump, then you’ll be fine.

“I-I’m still feeling kind of hungry though,” You purposely avoided saying anything about the food, huh? “Let’s eat the pie now and talk about what we originally supposed to talk about.”

”YES, GOOD IDEA! FIRST, LET ME TAKE THESE…”

The tall monster takes the plates, forks and the poor bowl of cheese back into the kitchen. You clear your throat and reach for the pitcher of iced water. You refill yours and Sans’ cup.

“… Sorry, your water tasted better,” You lamely say, “Much crispier.”

“eh, forgeddaboudit. you earned it after that stunt,” Sans nods in approval. “you sure got nerves of steel.”

“I also got ten years of my life taken away from me after that,” You huff while shaking your head, “It’s-It’s fine though, what’s done is done.”

Papyrus comes back with three plates, new forks, and a knife. He sets it down in their proper places before he starts to cut up the pie.

“SO, WHERE DO WE EVEN BEGIN?” He asks.

You look at the brother’s silently, but they’re both equally silent. You don’t know why you even expected Sans to know, he hasn’t had anyone other than Papyrus. That’s fine, you’ll be happy to start it off.

“We can start off with discussing some routine we’re all used to. You know, things you guys do everyday, and what I do everyday,” You put a hand on your chest, “For example, my usual routine is make breakfast, clean up around the house if I need to, shower, and lately, I’ve been going out with a friend after that. If it’s a lazy day, I’ll spend it inside and do some of my hobbies. Though hopefully now that I’m here, I can replace that with work.”

“OH, I SEE. SO PRETTY BORING, THEN.”

“PFFT!!” You can’t even get mad, “Yeah, pretty much.”

“I CAN’T SAY MY SCHEDULE IS SET IN STONE, I DO WHATEVER I FEEL LIKE.” By now, the younger brother has given you and himself a nice slice of pie, currently getting another for Sans, “I EAT BREAKFAST, THEN I TRY TO WAKE UP SANS.”

“You try to wake him up?”

“THAT SKELETON WAKES UP WHEN HE WANTS TO WAKE UP.”

“Damn, you’re so real for that, Sans.”

“thank.”

“Welcome.”

“UGH! ANYWAY,” Now that everyone has a slice, he sits down at his seat, “AFTER THAT, I WILL SEE WHERE THE DAY TAKES ME. SOMETIMES I WILL RECALIBRATE MY PUZZLES, OR I WILL TRAIN WITH UNDYNE. OR MAYBE, I’LL DO NONE OF THAT, AND JUST HAVE FUN IN SNOWDIN.”

You’re already eating the pie, feeling the magic replenish your exhaustion. Sans was already halfway done with his slice; it was odd to watch either of them eat because where is it going???

Sans finishes chewing then finally shares his side. “like i told you on the way here, i work at the sentry stations around different parts of the underground. i kinda just work at my own time, though.”

“YOU ALSO HAVE AN ILLEGAL HOTDOG STAND BUSINESS.”

“it’s only illegal if you say it’s illegal.”

“SANS, YOU KNOW THAT’S NOT HOW THAT WORKS!”

“says who?”

“SAYS UNDYNE.”

“but she’s not a cop.”

“BUT SHE IS THE CAPTAIN OF THE ROYAL GUARDS!!”

“you know, i think that’s what’s wrong with this society. too many authoritative figures trying to take down my small business.” Sans points his fork in your direction, “you got my back, right [y/n]?”

Girl, HUH? You were just trying to enjoy the show, not be a part of it!

You laugh softly at their banter still, “I think if you’re gonna do crime, you gotta do it right. I mean, are you even stylish with it, Sans?”

“uhhh…”

“THAT’S WHAT I’M SAYING! HE HAS NO CLASS AT ALL!!”

“Damn, you think you know someone and it turns out he’s not even flamboyant with his illegal activities,” You give Sans the side eye, “To think that I admired you.”

“how did this get turned on me???”

“Not now, Sans. We gotta talk more about our new lives together,” You smile at Papyrus, “Seems like our schedules won’t clash very much. Next we should talk about what we’re expecting from each other.”

“WHAT? BUT I AM EXPECTING NOTHING FROM YOU.”

“yeah, same here.”

You raise an eyebrow, “Really now? So… you don’t expect me to pick up after myself if I leave my things around?”

“uh…”

“WELL…”

“What if after I shower, I leave a mess in the washroom with water puddles and towels everywhere? Oh God, and my hair?”

“YOU-YOU’RE HAIR…?”

“oh god, what about your hair?”

“In simple terms, I shed.”

“WHAT?!”

“oh…”

You start laughing, “This is what I mean! I get it if you’re trying to be polite, but telling me things like you expect me to clean up after myself is important.”

You continue with a more patient expression, “Which is another thing. I personally don’t mind helping with cleaning up around the house, but I don’t want it to turn into me doing ALL the cleaning ALL the time. I also don’t mind doing the cooking too, but if there are days when I don’t wanna do it, then it’d be great if you guys can take care of it. You get what I’m saying? Those are some things that I’m expecting from you two.”

“wow, someone even more responsible than papyrus,” Sans props his elbow on the table and leans his chin on his fist, “but i dunno if that’s sayin’ much if he’s not very responsible to begin with.”

“WHA—I AM CERTAINLY MORE RESPONSIBLE THANYOU ARE, THAT’S FOR SURE!” Papyrus huffs and crosses his arms, “[Y/N], YOU BRING UP VERY GOOD POINTS. I DON’T HAVE ANY PROBLEMS WITH YOUR TERMS.”

“same here, it sounds reasonable so far.”

“And, like, not to sound prissy, but I gotta point out the obvious fact that I’m a lady, and a human. This is a terrible combo because that means I’m a little more high maintenance than the average.” You pointedly shake your head, “Please, do not touch my things, and do not go through my things. I’ll try not to leave my crap out everywhere, but if you see a lady product here and there, just look away.”

“IS BEING A WOMAN SCARY, [Y/N]?”

“Oh, dude. Like you wouldn’t believe,” And that’s putting it gently, “This is all I can really think of right now. If there’s anything else really important you guys need to know, I’ll bring it up later.”

Papyrus strokes his invisible beard, thinking hard about something. You go back to eating your pie, and as you do so, Sans speaks up himself.

“in that case, i can’t really think of anything but this one thing,” Sans tries to hold up his pointer finger, but his mittens make it a little hard, “my room is off limits unless i tell you you can go in. capiche?”

You figured he’d say something about that eventually.

”Capiche. Not to sound like a maid, but if you—both of you, want me to clean your rooms, then I can help with that too.” You say with a wince, “I got real good at that when staying in the Ruins. I think I have to actually call it a hobby now.”

Sans snorts, “duly noted.”

“I REALLY CAN’T THINK OF ANYTHING TO ADD,” Papyrus sighs rather dramatically, “PERHAPS… IF YOU ARE TO GO OUT ANYWHERE, MAYBE LET EITHER SANS OR MYSELF KNOW BEFORE STEPPING OUT. IF YOU SOMEHOW GET CAUGHT, OR IN TROUBLE, WE’LL AT LEAST KNOW WHERE YOU ARE.”

“Okay, I can do that,” You nod, “Uhhm… Oh! Uh, I should probably get a spare key eventually, right?”

“BY GOLLY, YOU’RE RIGHT!” Papyrus suddenly stands up, his hands on his sassy hips, “TOMORROW, WE WILL GO OUT TO GET A KEY COPY, AND PERHAPS OTHER MISCELLANEOUS THINGS YOU MIGHT NEED.”

“Oh, by the way,” You reach into your dress pocket and pull out your phone, “I should get your guys’ number. You never know, I might find a funny looking rock and I’ll need someone to tell it to.”

“YOU’D WANT TO TELL ME ABOUT A FUNNY LOOKING ROCK?”

“Of course, I would!” You hand over your shitty little phone.

“I CAN ALREADY TELL THIS IS GOING TO BE A WONDERFUL FRIENDSHIP!!”

Sans stands up, “hey, [y/n]. mind helping with putting the table back?”

“Hm? Oh, sure.”

You guys have finished your pies, so you get the plates and forks off the table first and take them to the kitchen. You fully intended to take them to the sink, but…

“Aw shit,” You’re staring right up at the tall, tall sink.

Snap!

The plates and forks illuminate a soft, light blue before disappearing from your hands. You gasp and widen your eyes in surprise, then you hear a soft clink from above in the sink. You quickly turn around and make eye contact with the smiling skeleton. He just winks at you and motions for you to get back there.

You know what? You need to start getting used to that so you opted to not question it.

Papyrus hands your phone to Sans, and while the shorty is busy with entering his number in your phone, you and Papyrus move the table back together. The chairs were pushed in under the table and you also pack the pie back up and put it in their Food Museum.

…

One half is filled with different pastas, and the other half just has an empty bag of chips.

You’re going grocery shopping tomorrow, too. You cannot let them live like this. You feel bad you can’t clean the plates, but you can’t do much about it if you can’t reach it.

“SANS, CAN YOU READ ME MY BEDTIME STORY NOW?”

“sure thing, bro. get ready and i’ll meet you there.”

“[Y/N]!!”

You jump, “Papyrus!”

The tall boy bounces into the kitchen with a wide smile, “IT’S A SHAME THAT WE HAVE TO CUT IT SHORT FOR TODAY. BUT, TOMORROW WILL BE OUR OFFICIAL DAY OF FUN!”

“I’m looking forward to it, Papyrus. Seriously, I have to thank you again for taking me in.” You’re so thankful that you almost want to bow but you refrain from doing so.

“THERE IS NO NEED TO THANK ME. HAVE A GOOD NIGHT, [Y/N]. IF YOU NEED ANYTHING, YOU CAN ALWAYS COME TO-”

“-me,” Sans interrupts swiftly and casually, “you know how cranky you get when you’re woken up in the middle of the night, bro. ‘sides, you have more trouble falling back to sleep than i do.”

“HM, YOU’RE RIGHT ABOUT THAT. THEN PLEASE, IF YOU NEED ANYTHING, YOU CAN ASK SANS.

You nod in understanding, “Roger. I’m staying up for a little longer, so you have a good night, Papyrus. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“GOODNIGHT, [Y/N]. MAY YOU HAVE THE GREATEST OF DREAMS.”

(Un)expectedly, Papyrus gives you a big hug, lifting you off the ground. You laugh and return the hug, patting his back in good faith. He sets you down gently as he did the last time, and walks out of the kitchen with a pep in his step.

What a cutie patootie.

Sans lingers back to return your phone to you, “wait for me, okay?”

You raise an eyebrow, “Oh… kay?”

He winks before leaving you alone in the kitchen. You roll your eyes with a smile and check the contact names they set themselves as.

—

sans

THE GREAT PAPYRUS!!!!

Toriel the Beloved <3

—

You deadpan, changing Sans’ name to “Sansational.” Wait, “Snas” is funnier. But you also like “Sansational.” Hm. As a final decision, you change his contact to “Snasational.”

Kekeke.

Speaking of your contacts, you should call Toriel now. You walk out the kitchen and head up the stairs. When you’re quietly passing by Papyrus’ room, you can hear Sans’ baritone voice read out the title of “Pick-a-Boo with Fluffy Bunny.”

How cute.

You go right down the hallway and walk out to the balcony. The time says it’s almost 8pm, but it still looks so light out. You feel a little tired, but not enough to sleep just yet. You put the device up to your ear, waiting for her to pick up.

Ring… Ring…

You lean forward on the balcony and cross your feet to get comfortable.

Ring…. Ring…

Rin-

“Hellloooo?”

You snort at the slurred tone, “Hey, mom. You good?”

“Oh, yesss. I had just… found this old bottle of Moonshine in the storage room, and-” She hiccups, “-I just wanted to have a little some.”

“Moonshine?” You grin and tease her, “Aw, really? Miss me so much already?”

“Pfft—Yesssss! I miss you alreadyyyyy! I don’t…” Her tone becomes somber, “I want you to come home soon…”

Uh oh.

Your smile slowly falls; memories of your other mother come to mind at Toriel’s behavior. You try to stop thinking about it. Toriel isn’t like her.

“I know, ma. But you’re going to be just fine without me, okay? And remember that I’m not going to be gone forever. And I’ll still call you as often as I can.”

“But you left…”

“You sent me away.” You remind her gently but assertively. “And for good reason, remember? This is going to be good for me and make me happy.”

“I did… I DID send you away…”

The line is quiet.

You sigh. “Hey, look-”

“I—I think *hic* I think I shhhould get some-some sleep,” Toriel sniffs grossly, making you wince, “You—You just forget about this, my little, little child.”

…No, you’re not going to just forget about it. It seems like something she seriously needs to talk about, but when she’s sober. For now, you’ll let her off the hook.

“Get some sleep, mom. And drink a lot of water before you sleep, okay?”

“I will, just for-just for you.”

You smile, “Goodnight, mom. I love you.”

Toriel whimpers as if she was going to start crying, “I love you too, my [Y/n].”

You wanted to change your mind and talk to her for a little longer, but she hung up on you first. You sigh heavily and put your phone in your pocket. You drag your hand down your face and shuffle your feet back so you can bend over a little more.

You know that awkward pose of leaning over something but when you arch your back like a slut then it’s just comfortable? Yeah, you do that. It’s the way of your life, you can’t help it.

Ohhh, Toriel.

You knew she liked to drink, especially wine before bed when she reads a book. But you didn’t think she was the type to drink her sorrows away. It’s taking a lot in you to not go to her right now to take care of her. That’s not your job, and you stopped doing that for any parental figure when you moved out at eighteen.

You stare out at the Waterfalls, feeling better at the scenery.

You REALLY like this balcony. You can tell the brothers don’t use this place very often since the snow on the rails and floor was perfectly untouched before you came along. You’ll ask Sans or Papyrus if they have an extra chair they can spare for you to bring out here.

Anyway, Sans said to wait for him? But you kinda just wanna finally take your shower and sleep. As you’re straightening up, the door behind you opens.

You turn around and nod at the skeleton, “Hey, bone boy.”

“hey,” He leans against the open door frame, “everything okay?”

“Okay as everything can be. So, what’s up? You needed something?”

“figured that i owe you for that creepypasta. you’re not satisfied with just one slice of pie, are ya?”

“Can’t say that I am. So, what do you got in mind?” You tilt your head, having a feeling that you know where this is going.

He takes out his right hand and points his thumb behind himself, “wanna come with me to grillby’s?”

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[i-want-my-iwtv]

I will be delusional as I want BUT I'll pretend that tom cruise going back to Warner Bros means we'll finally get the deleted scenes from the iwtv please please manifesting

🙏🙏🙏 Anon, embrace being delusional! I wish! If anyone's connected with Warner Bros please please tell them we want the deleted scenes!

Anyway since we're on the topic... over the years I've talked about wanting the cut scenes, and I wanted to reflect for a moment on why we want them. I think we want them because, like a delicious cake, once it's all consumed, we still look at the serving plate, hoping we can still lick the icing off the knife, or maybe the baker has some leftover cake back in the kitchen?? Or maybe they can tell us that the secret ingredient to intensifying the chocolate is ESPRESSO... We just want another taste so badly! We want to know the secret ingredients that set it apart from other cakes. And some filmmakers know that, and sometimes they're happy to share the cut scenes on a DVD release, maybe with commentary as to why the scenes were cut, like:

"Here's a scene were Louis kills a priest and ultimately we had an overall run time limit of 2 hours, but it was otherwise a perfectly good scene."

"Here's part of a set of scenes we shot early on where Lestat shows mortal Louis what killing entails, and although we loved it, we ended up improving the Lestat makeup & hair a few weeks later, and for the sake of continuity we had to cut it bc we couldn't go back to that location to reshoot, or it would have taken too much time to fix in post, etc."

Giving over the cut scenes is a little like an artist showing the scrapped versions of a painting composition, and that's fine when the creator wants to invite the viewers into their artistic process, but I think the IWTV filmmakers at the time (and for years after) really wanted the '94 movie to be serious* to the point that releasing cut scenes could have undermined their overall vision... maybe they simply didn't want to invite the audience into their creative process.

(*Serious, BUT there was certainly plenty of beauty, charm, dark humor, intimacy, desire, so much more! Maybe the filmmakers cut scenes that THEY felt didn't mesh well with the overall story they wanted to tell, like putting together an outfit and choosing accessories that go better rather than others... you know?)

WITH THAT SAID... What cut scenes would you have liked to see? That's what fanfic and fanart are for, so tell us and maybe someone will be inspired to create it for all of us 💝

IF Tom was still part of VC at all... one of my personal fantasy casting ideas was to have Tom play the Marquis in TVL, and now he's really old enough to do it! 😅 Can you imagine?? Tom playing his own horrible father! Cast younger actors to play kid!Lestat, teen!Lestat, etc.?? Tom!Marquis showing obvious preference for his two older brothers and being horrible to Gabrielle... it could be amazing.

Obviously it wouldn't be adorable like this but... I've always loved Tom Cruise characters when he interacts with kids and teens, he's always seemed very in touch with his inner child, even when that inner child is more of a 12 yo brat. Whole novels could be written on his layered performances with child and teen actors, but for now, just a few thoughts...

^From Jerry Maguire. I can't quite articulate why this was so compelling... iirc, maybe because his character is really frustrated/demoralized in this scene, and there's something comforting about a kid naively telling you that "the human head weighs 8 pounds," as if to say, "Your problems are not really as big a deal as you think they are; live in the present moment." And Tom in this character seems to absorb that deeper meaning and it gives him some relief, it's a step towards his character's growth.

When Tom played Ray in War of the Worlds, he had a teenage son, and there was a heartbreaking scene where Ray had to choose between protecting his son or his daughter. From That Moment In:

Desperate to keep his family together, Ray is forced to leave the terrified Rachel alone for a moment as he puts his weight on Robbie and forces him to the ground as the air around them lights up with smoke and tracer fire. Meanwhile, another couple, fleeing the madness, sees Rachel standing by herself and attempt to rescue her, not knowing that her father is nearby. Looking back, Ray sees this and becomes torn between his children, not wanting to lose either but forced to choose. Robbie assures his father that this is what he wants, “I want to see this,” and to please let him go, which Ray finally, achingly, submits to, seeing that Rachel is being whisked away. Father and son say goodbye as Robbie runs over the crest and Ray rushes down to get his daughter as a hellfire of explosion overtake the hills, giving us the impression Robbie has met his end.

I just love the idea of Tom playing the very character that had caused so much pain for Lestat, that Lestat was always on defense from that man, looooong after he died. Despite all the torment the Marquis inflicted on Lestat, Lestat still gave him a comfortable place to live out his last few years, the roles pretty much reversed as happens with aging parents, Lestat actually nurturing this man (not always in the kindest way but still!) in his feeble old age... and couldn't bring himself to even kill him out of mercy.

Nature & Nurture, Lestat was damaged by his father genetically and emotionally in his formative years, and so much of Lestat's bravado and verbal attacks seem to be a shield for the awful feelings of growing up unloved, unwanted, and beaten for expressing his own desires. So much so that even in canon he often expresses the intensity of his desires far more eloquently and frequently in the narration than he's able to do verbally, even with the characters he cherishes the most. Because to express his love exposed himself to losing it.

Tom could for sure pull off a performance that would capture the Marquis, because he essentially played Lestat with the qualities of a victim perpetuating some of the abuse he suffered from the man who was supposed to be (and was!) his role model for becoming the man he became. 😭

[captainimfangirling]

The Boys Season 4 Episode 6

I love that they're acting like a team again but very sad Frencie and Butcher wasn't a part of it.

Hughie & Starlight

Poor Hughie. That was so f*cked up but at least they didn't just make a joke about it at the end. The person he wanted was his daddy after being sexually harassed! Poor thing. I love how protective Starlight is of Hughie and comforted him when he told her what happened. I was hoping for another beat down of Firecracker but I can see they're trying to make Annie a better person.

Ashley, Tek Knight, and Laddio

I knew she was a freak but didn't know she was a f*cking nasty freak! I'm kind of sad Tek Knight died because I thought he was very funny in Gen V but in The Boys he scared the crap out of me especially at the end when he tried to cut a hole in Hughie so he can f*ck it. How the f*ck did they make a sub in a red leather bodysuit so wholesome?! Like he tried to save Hughie when Tek was about to cut him and helped them figure out a way torture Tek. That little wave when they left?! LMAO

Mother's Milk

M.M. is struggling with the job even though I think he's doing good. Don't hate me but I see a parallel of him and Homelander. Both have a high position as leader but deep down they don't really know how to handle it. I also think the reason he's stressed out all the time because he doesn't think he's gonna live long enough to be there for his daughter.

Frenchie & Kimiko

Like I said last episode he did the right thing but I hate that he wasn't with them when they actually felt like a team again. I think he wants to confess what he's done to The Boys but he's too scared of their reaction especially Kimiko. I love Kimiko she's so smart and doesn't give up on the people she loves.

Black Noir & The Deep

New Black Noir can fly?! Anyway I think The Deep is making the story up about the real Black Noir getting turned on by violence or maybe he thought they were bros and assumed things about the real Black Noir. Either way he's giving the new Black Noir false information so I'm pretty sure he's going to turn into The Deep's version of Black Noir and probably start thinking he's the "real" Black Noir.

Sage and Victoria

I feel like Sage and Victoria had horrible experiences with humans therefore they both hate them deep down. At first I thought they were going to turn on Homelander but now I don't think they will. Sage was hilarious in this episode! She was like a toddler when Homelander saw her with cake all over her face! lol

Homelander & Firecracker

To be honest I'm wasn't too amused by that breast feedings scene. I mean it would've been funny a few seasons ago but after Homelander basically transformed himself into a "god" I thought he was gonna become even more scary and evil. That scene just made Homelander look like he still wants a mommy and human love. I thought he was passed this?! Also how the hell did Firecracker know about his milk fetish? Did she sneak into his room and saw all the baby bottles? I thought Homelander would be pissed that she knew but he was so excited about the breast milk that he didn't care. I really hope Firecracker only did that as a way to control Homelander and not because she's actually grateful for him. That would be more interesting because it might be her way of getting Sage's position.

Billy Butcher

Yeah I was right about Kessler being in Butcher's head (we all were). I though it was a good reveal when he "spoke" to Becca. Becca is for sure the angel on Butcher's shoulder and Kessler is the demon. I still think Kessler is basically the comic book version of Butcher. Anyway Kessler and Butcher are giving me Joe and Rhys vibe from the Netflix series YOU.

A-Train

I actually starting to like him. This is how you redeem a character! It was so cute when the little girl smiled at him and he smiled back because he got a taste if how it feels like to be a real super hero. I hope he doesn't die like other fans think because I HATE it when they want to redeem a character they have them die to save others. Like not every redemption arc has to be that way!

Internment Camp

Is that where the characters from Gen V went to? Because I remember Emma drinking a slurpee and Homelander giving Marie sh*t for basically attacking her own kind. So maybe Homelander doesn't want to kill other supes anymore but will put them in internment camps. Other fans think it's meant for the humans but why would they put humans in internment camps when Homelander can simply kill them? He wouldn't be killing his own kind if he kills humans.

[adastra121]

…I have a silly idea. A question for your Touchstarved OCs! How many times in the demo would they have met an untimely end? How do you predict them dying in the future?

So, not necessarily predicting how the MC will die in the routes, just wondering what doom looks like for your OC in particular.

I’ll start:

Luneth the Unnamed

She does pretty well in the demo, actually, the only time she might have died is by Leander after he grabs her cursed hand, but he’s “perfectly fine” so everything’s a-okay. Right?

The Senobium, probably. Trusts institutions over individuals. Would submit herself to experimentation for the greater good.

Vere. If their enmity grows, it could end in bloodshed and since she isn’t a fighter, her odds don’t look good.

There’s not a lot here, I expect her to be the MC who actually survives. Let’s go final girl!

Jin the Alchemist

Soulless. Boy spends his days studying and conducting alchemical experiments, he does not exercise enough to outrun a Soulless creature before Mhin gets there.

Leander. He trusts him so much.

Ais. If Ocudeus makes him lose control, Jin isn’t going to win a fight against him, and I don’t think he’ll be able to outrun him, either..

The Senobium. He too would submit himself to experimentation for the greater good. Compared to Luneth who’d be like, “This is my purpose. This is how I contribute to the world,” though, he’d probably view it more as a deserving punishment for being a monster. He has to be restrained somehow because he is made to hurt, and there is no redemption for that.

Mentor. I can see a path where he leaves Eridia and returns to her. He already has doubts about his decision to flee. Would let her take his life to keep others safe.

Seaspring. Would drink from it after losing all hope for another cure.

Alon the Hound Oh boy...

Vere. “Call me a dog again, and I’ll make you bleed.” “You got it, bitch! :D”

Vere. Booped the snoot of his monster form.

Vere. After trying to prank him with static electricity — look, it was Ais’s fault for giving them the idea of Vere’s tail frizzing up. Can you just picture Vere with a hand on that static electricity ball in the science centres? POOFY VERE XD

Vere. After drawing a portrait of Vere for his Senobium employee of the month picture (he is not employee of the month). They’re not really an artist. It looks like she’s insulting him. It amused Kuras before they died, though, so. Worth it.

Vere. Tried to serenade him. *strums lute badly* “I love you, bitch.”

Vere. Said directly to his face, “Sometimes I wonder how I taste haha.”

Vere. After trying to pick his pockets.

Vere. Surrendered.

Ocudeus. Tried fighting it.

Ocudeus. Tried flirting with it.

Ocudeus. Tried eating it.

Ocudeus. Tried flirting with it again.

Ocudeus. Tried to pick its pockets. And no, the eldritch kraken does not have any pockets, you dumbass—

Ais. “Trust me bro, I got this.” After asking him to help them with the famous magic trick that involves catching a deadly projectile in her mouth. I don’t know, I just feel like they'd enable each other with dumb shit.

Leander. Drank his poisoned punch on a dare. See the above.

Kuras. When judgement comes for their soul, I feel like she’d annoy the gods into smiting them.

Kuras. Ate his cooking. They’re the kind of person to eat rice raw and try to cook it by drinking boiling water. How much more dangerous could the doctor’s cooking be—

Senobium. They’d have a contentious relationship with the Senobium in every route, so the academy would take no issue with killing the thief. Probably via Vere.

Senobium. There is at least one universe in the demo where they made the split second decision to swipe that Senobium cleric’s keys and attempt to break Vere out. Spontaneous jail break wooooooo! They’d fail horribly, of course, but I know that there’s at least one alternate universe where she would do that.

Seaspring. Gave into their impulses and cannonballed into the Seaspring. Though who else lowkey wants to swim in the forbidden soup?

Mhin. Would sooner choose to die than kill their friend. So if Mhin loses control and running’s not an option…Damn, there’s so much they wanted to do with them. They wanted to make them laugh more. They wanted them to teach her about alchemy because it seems to make them happy. They still haven’t told them the secret to that one magic trick they could never pick apart and she knows how that’s been driving them crazy, even though they pretend they don’t care, even though they always care more than they let others know, it’s one of the reasons she—She never got to tell them. Ah, well. They’ll figure it out without her. She knows they will.

Please feel free to reblog with your OCs' death count/causes of death predictions!

[mariana-oconnor]

Shoscombe Old Place full

First of all, in my head this story is either called Shoscombe Old Spot*, and is about pigs, or Is a repeat of the Boscombe Valley Mystery. I cannot call it the right name to save my life.

This is all I am going to see for every character in this story. I apologise in advance.

*There is a type of pig called a Gloucester Old Spot.

Sherlock Holmes had been bending for a long time over a low-power microscope. Now he straightened himself up and looked round at me in triumph.

"Since I ran down that coiner by the zinc and copper filings in the seam of his cuff they have begun to realize the importance of the microscope.”

And 100 years later it would be used in flashy, edited montages of pretty forensic scientists also identifying glue and threads from a tweed coat.

"Watson, you know something of racing?” “I ought to. I pay for it with about half my wound pension.”

Did Mary die, or did she throw him out for his gambling addiction and they both agreed to pretend the other was dead because it's Victorian Britain?

“It was when he horsewhipped Sam Brewer, the well-known Curzon Street money-lender, on Newmarket Heath. He nearly killed the man.” “Ah, he sounds interesting! Does he often indulge in that way?”

I would call that neither interesting, nor indulging, but you do you, I guess.

Sir Robert Norberton. Sounds like a great guy.

"He should have been a buck in the days of the Regency—a boxer, an athlete, a plunger on the turf, a lover of fair ladies, and, by all account, so far down Queer Street that he may never find his way back again.”

That took a distinct turn for the unexpected at the end there. Quite the euphemism there. Apparently it just means he has money problems (presumably because of being a horrible person and a gambler) but the joys of linguistic evolution strike again.

Is he... far down Queer Street, or has he just gone a few steps?

“There are the Shoscombe spaniels,” said I. “You hear of them at every dog show. The most exclusive breed in England. They are the special pride of the lady of Shoscombe Old Place.”

The spaniels are now also pigs in my brain. Everything is pigs. It's actually a long con that Lady Beatrice has been pulling for years. 'Most exclusive breed' = they're actually pigs in disguise.

...the firm, austere expression which is only seen upon those who have to control horses or boys.

This absolutely made me laugh. Excellent description.

“First of all, Mr. Holmes, I think that my employer, Sir Robert, has gone mad.”

Really? How could you tell? He seems like such a level-headed and calm person with absolutely no emotional issues whatsoever.

No really, how could you tell?

“Well, sir, when a man does one queer thing, or two queer things, there may be a meaning to it, but when everything he does is queer, then you begin to wonder."

😐😐😐

They did say he was pretty far down Queer Street, my dude. That's probably what the issue is.

This story is already one of the most unintentionally hilarious we've read. I hope it doesn't end with the deaths of horses or children. Or some woman marrying the abusive arsehole. That would ruin the joy.

And ah, we have reached the casual antisemitism. Because of course we have. Money lenders were mentioned, clearly there was going to be some.

"Then there is his conduct to Lady Beatrice!” “Ah! What is that?” “They have always been the best of friends. They had the same tastes, the two of them"

Does she also enjoy whipping people almost to death? Family dinners must be a riot!

“And a bitter, savage, spiteful quarrel at that. Why else would he give away her pet spaniel that she loved as if he were her child?"

"But then, again, what is master doing down at the old church crypt at night? And who is the man that meets him there?”

...I mean... Do we really want to get into that?

There's a haunted crypt? Excellent. Ghost pigs abound.

"So we up when Sir Robert was gone and pretended we were just having a walk like in the moonlight..."

Just a casual moonlit bro walk at midnight in the hook-up graveyard. Like bros.

What even is this story? I don't need to provide commentary, it's all in the text (apart from the pigs).

‘Hullo, mate! who may you be?’ says I. I guess he had not heard us coming, so he looked over his shoulder with a face as if he had seen the devil coming out of hell.

You were in the haunted graveyard. He thought you were a fucking ghost my friend. And if he didn't, he should have done and I will be very annoyed.

"From Dr. Watson's description of Sir Robert I can realize that no woman is safe from him."

Or man. Or non-binary person.

“No, sir, and there is something more that I can't fit in. Why should Sir Robert want to dig up a dead body?”

I feel... like you could have opened with the grave robbery? Maybe. Could be important. Seems relevant, if not to the case as a whole then just to... general interest, honestly.

If he dug up a grave at the haunted hook-up graveyard on Queer Street, man's going to be haunted by all the queerest ghosts. It's going to be Queer Eye for a Live Guy all over that place. Though I suspect Sr Robert is beyond their undead assistance.

"It was all in order, sir, except that in one corner was a bit of a human body.”

A bit... Which bit?

"It was just the head and a few bones of a mummy. It may have been a thousand years old."

Oh wow, is this the thing where people ate mummies for their health or something? There was a massive fad where people were just like 'I guess eating this person who is dead will stop me from dying, that makes logical sense and isn't disgusting at all' nom nom nom. Please tell me one of these people is a cannibal. Not like cannibalism yay, obviously, but that's pretty much the last thing this story needs to become completely epic.

"The creature was howling outside the old well-house, and Sir Robert was in one of his tantrums that morning. He caught it up, and I thought he would have killed it. Then he gave it to Sandy Bain, the jockey, and told him to take the dog to old Barnes at the Green Dragon, for he never wished to see it again.”

Ways in which Sir Robert Norberton is better than Sir Eustace of The Abbey Grange fame: instead of covering the dog in petrol and setting it on fire, Sir Robert just sent it away. The bar is so incredibly low for Holmesian villains.

Also, there was something in the old well-house. Probably a horse. Dog was giving it away so dog had to go.

But he didn't kill the dog. So proud. He can whip men half to death, but he draws the line at hurting dogs, apparently.

“It's the upper condyle of a human femur,” said I.

Hey. Look! Watson did a doctor thing! And it wasn't brandy.

And now they're going undercover.

Part 2

"...refuses to stop at the stables to greet her favourite horse..."

This makes me feel like it's not her favourite horse. We've already been told the horse has a doppelganger. Did the real horse die and now he's got a problem because all his money is on the horse winning the race, but he's only got the rubbish one? Or was there only ever one horse in the first place and it's rubbish? But the bone is a human femur, or so Watson says.

"Let us suppose, Watson—it is merely a scandalous supposition, a hypothesis put forward for argument's sake—that Sir Robert has done away with his sister.”

Did not see that coming. I think I missed that no one at all had seen her other than the maid. I guess it makes sense because if she dies, the estate goes to someone else and then he has no money at all. I have been distracted by horses.

Though the fact that Holmes is saying this implies to me that it's not the case. On the other hand, this is only a two parter, so there can't be that much more plot to go.

“My dear Holmes, it is out of the question.” “Very possibly, Watson. Sir Robert is a man of an honourable stock."

There is so much wrong with this exchange, I don't know where to start.

"Never mind me. I shall stand behind this holly-bush and see what I can see.”

By which you mean whether the 'spaniel' wants to go to its mistress.

Aw, he's such a good boy.

Then they stop in the suspected murder investigation to have a fishing day. That's the thing about the Holmes stories. ACD isn't afraid to say 'and there was nothing that could be done right then so we just had a jolly day out'. Crime fighting is such a leisurely business.

“‘Fore God, Mr. Holmes, it's all right,” said he. “Appearances are against me, I'll admit, but I could act no otherwise.”

A surprisingly reasonable response here from the man that we have been repeatedly told by multiple people likes to punch first and ask questions never.

"Mrs. Norlett, under her maiden name of Evans, has for some years been my sister's confidential maid."

The maid is married!? and her husband's a character?! That Sir Robert knows?! Plot twist!

So she died of natural causes. That's kind of nice. If it wasn't for all the antisemitism, this one would be pretty good.

Except for how the violent gambling addict magically makes good in the end and turns out not to be so bad after all. Though I suppose I should be happy he turned his life around. Maybe a little anticlimactic, but it's a good twist that I didn't see coming because I was too busy thinking of horses.

And pigs.

[vriskabot]

davris morning routine hcs?

YOU CAUGHT ME OFF GUARD I WAS PLAYING MINECRAFT cracks my knuckles. this kinda turned into sleeping habit and self care hcs as a whole sorry not sorry -vriska is not a night owl or a morning person but she IS a long and heavy sleeper. do not wake her up before she is good and ready or you WILL get torn a new asshole bare minimum. if the verbal lashing does not work she will escalate immediately and directly to grievous bodily harm -dave is probably the only person who can manage this without dying but even THEN he would much rather get on her ass about going to sleep on time than get on her ass about getting up in the morning -dave is a much lighter sleeper and honestly naturally a nap guy. i think on a genetic level the strilondes dont sleep long even when they DO manage to sleep (dirk and rose are notorious insomniacs) but i dont think dave really minds it -nobody knows when he sleeps but he does! hes just Constantly Around -this was only further reinforced by living with bro and being trained and all that jazz so daves sort of got a built in alarm clock (lol time player) -in that vein dave can kinda predict when vriska is gonna be up based on what time shes gone to sleep so he can be in and out of the bathroom before she needs to be in there which is. a very very good thing -i think dave was a lot more anal (and anxious) about what he looked like when he was a teen (to the point of being unable to leave the house if his hair wasnt JUST right) but hes way more lax about it now -that being said i also dont think hes gone fully curly girl now that hes okay with his hair having a single iota of texture whatsoever. he just combs it into the style he wants it to dry in and lets nature take the wheel after that (its very soft and vriska LOVES to touch and tousle it) -he MAYBE uses a light pomade while wet if anything but thats only if he NEEDS his hair to stay nice all day -vriska on the other hand. woo buddy. -depending on how im feeling about her styling, shes either full 17 step curly hair routine or blowdried + straightened + hairsprayed until its crunchy even if her hair is naturally already straight -like im sorry shes SO emo -i think a lot of that stemmed from the sort of persona she put on to protect herself that ended up becoming her taste Anyway -the full face of makeup + done hair carries a very Intentional feeling that makes her seem a little less off the wall, has-no-clue-what-shes-doing than she really IS -ultimately its about control! having more control over the interpersonal dynamics and the flow of things based on the kind of assumptions people make about her based on the way she presents herself -dave was doing his similarly insane hair routine at 13 14 15 for the same exact reasons -dont let her fool you though its all smoke and mirrors -when she was in her teens it was definitely a full coverage foundation + powder foundation + pencil liner for EVERYTHING situation and loads of dark eyeshadow -in her adulthood though i think shed be alright with like. a much more lightweight base like bbcream or even just concealer in spots for daily wear and she saves the full face beat for more special occasions like dates and shit -as much as i think dave finds later on in life that he actually kinda enjoys cooking, hes not up making a Full Breakfast every day -theyre both perfectly fine with like. toast and microwave breakfast sausage to eat -vriska however is not to be trusted with the stove. she sucks SO bad at cooking save for the few dishes shes ruined enough times that shes got the experience to do it right -both of them are horrible caffeine fiends. they will drink soda or energy drinks with breakfast and then wonder why their fucking stomachs hurt later -i think in the case of NEEDING caffeine vriska is much more varied in her intake sources--energy drinks, soda, coffee, and tea are all viable options depending on how much energy she feels she needs -dave though... he feels like the "starts with an energy drink and only drinks other stuff when he has a craving" kinda guy

-though maybe thats the raging adhd you tell me -their bed is almost never ever made and both of them live in organized chaos. whether or not they ENJOY the chaos is a different story entirely -vriska is a blanket hog AND a pillow hog so they eventually had to settle on each having their own blankets -vriska loathes mint toothpaste and dave is a cinnamon toothpaste guy so you can imagine how much of a eureka moment vriska had the first time she spent the night -and yes that means she was just bearing with the mint because she had no clue there was any other option -uhhhhh i cant think of much else more on this topic i hope u enjoyed <3

[arkhamsrevenge]

Dent’s Daughter

Pt. 2

(Authors Note: Sorry it’s taken so long for me to write a part 2! I have horrible writers block each time I write something. I never seem to know where to start pt2! Also, I imagine Gotham Knights Jason, Dick and Tim for part 1 &2)

“Here.” Red Hood handed me another ice pack. My throat had bruised over about 2 weeks into hiding. Red insisted on hiding me the moment we left the building. I didn’t remember most of our journey to the safe house, still trying to wrap my head around what had happened. Harvey...no Two-Face almost killed me. Red sat down next to me as I placed the ice pack on my throat, the cold dulled the ach a little bit. Out of the 2 weeks we have been here Robin hadn't come to see me. Red said his guilt is eating him up. He blames himself for what happened. I didn’t blame him at all. It was going to happen one way or another, I knew I'd have to confront that fear eventually. I just hoped Harvey would have been the one I spoke with.  “Is there anything else I can do?” Red whispered. I shook my head, still not able to speak. Some words were making their way out to my mouth but often my throat started to pulsate if I used it for too long. “Ok. I’ll be...outside.” He said getting up and walking out of the room. Red insisted on guarding the safe house himself, making sure Two Face’s goons weren’t lurking around. I closed my eyes and laid down on the couch.  

When I woke again, it was light out. The ice pack was gone but water and some eggs were waiting for me on the coffee table along with the Jane Austin book I was reading. “I was wondering where that went.” I sat up and turned to Red. “I must’ve put it in your pile of books when I got them.” My eyebrows furrowed.  

“Y-you re-read?” I strained. Red nodded.  

“I read a lot and do some knitting.” I felt a soft smile appear on my face.  

“I..cro-chet.” I croaked. “Easier.” Red chuckled, his voice boomed throughout the room. I felt my cheeks get hot. Over the 2 weeks we’ve been together, oddly Red and I became close. I enjoyed his company and he seemed to like mine.  

“Really? I thought knitting was easier for me. Do you like the book?” I nodded. “Good. Glad someone else has a good taste in books.” Red then took two long strides to sit next to me. The couch creaked as his weight was added. “Eat.” My eyes broke away from the white lenses, picked up the eggs and started to eat. The eggs were soft and didn’t need much effort to get down. As I ate, I reached for the remote to turn on the TV.  

“This is Vicky Vale with the morning news.” Oh fantastic. “Two Face has been behind bars for days now. His hearing begins tomorrow so he may answer for his crimes.” Red reached for the remote, but I held it out of reach giving him a “I’m not a baby” look. He then retracted and held his hands up surrendering. “However, Gotham citizens are still wondering where his adapted daughter is. Many guess she is in hiding, now we all hold our breath to see if she will testify again-” I turned the TV off. Testify? Are they nuts? I can’t even speak right now? “Shit.” Red mumbled. I turned to him, he was starting at the turned off TV.  

“How?” I asked in my raspy voice. Red finally turned to me. I could almost see the clogs turning in his head as he thought of what to say next.  

“You don’t have to.” He boomed. “You wanna stay and hide, I’ll make sure no one will interfere with that.” We sat in silence for a beat. “I’m going to contact Wing and Robin...I’m also gonna call Batgirl. She might be nice company to have around.” I nodded and swallowed roughly. “Hey. No one is gonna force you to do anything.” Red said putting a hand on my thigh. I was too scared to even get nervous of how close he was. All I could do was give him a small sad smile before he got up and left to call the others. Once I heard the door close, tears started to stream down my cheeks. Not wanting to be seen, I ran to the bathroom before covering my mouth to hide the sobs. I slid down the door and let myself fall apart. My heart broke from the attack from Two Face, and the loss of Harvey as a father.  Fear crept in, would I have to testify again Two Face or worse Harvey.  It looks my legs turning numb to bring myself back to reality. I rubbed them to get the blood flowing again before I stood up and cleaned off my face. I stayed in the bathroom for a little while longer to calm down before I opened the door. Before I walked out, I caught myself in the mirror. I had been avoiding them since the attack but this still I turned to see what I looked like. I look like shit. My throat was bruised yes but Red forgot to mention that the bruises took the form of Two Face’s hands.  

“It’s really not that bad.” I jumped when a deep voice came through, I turned to see who was not recognizing the voice. I was met with a shadow, a HUGE shadow.  

“Red?” I asked. I still sound like I smoke 9 packs of cigarettes a day.  

“Yeah sorry, should have warned you.” I swallowed, hoping he didn’t see my cheeks turning red. Without the mask muffling his voice, he sounded deeper and handsome. “It doesn’t look as bad as you think, and it’ll heal.” I nodded and looked back in the mirror.  

“You might wanna put your mask on.” I croaked. “Or else I’ll tell Two Face who you really are.” I heard a deep grumble emerge. He was laughing.  

“The mask is for you not me.” Red chuckled.  I gave him a small smile.

“How so?”  

“Can’t have you fainting at the sight of me. You might hit your head.” I snorted.  

“Ah. To handsome for the human eye?” There was silence between us.  

“Not exactly.” He grumbled. “Handsome isn’t how I’d describe my face.” I then understood, he was uncomfortable with the look of his face. He didn’t want to be seen by me. “Might scare you.”  

“I don’t think you can scare more than Two Face did.” I whispered. “But I’m not gonna force you to do something you're not comfortable with. I’m ok with little to know lights.” Red hummed.  

“Thanks.” I nodded and exited the bathroom. I was then met with Nightwing and Robin, who took one look at me and looked like he was gonna burst into tears. Guilt radiated off of him.  

“Let me guess. I need to testify.” I croaked.

“Hey, your voice is coming back!” Nightwing cheered. Robin’s eyes dropped. I started to get annoyed, he could at least look at me.

“Dude. It’s not your fault. It happened. Are you concussed?” Robin’s eyes shot at me and widened.  

“Am..I ok?” He asked. I nodded. “I’m good.” The tension seemed to ease. “You’re not gonna testify.” And here it comes again. I swallowed roughly.  

“How come?”  

“DO YOU WANNA TESTIFY?” Nightwing shouted. I blinked.  

“Would it help Harvey get better?” Everyone’s eyes were on me. I felt a creep up my spine.  

“Damn, you were right Red Hood. She’s got hella balls.” A female voice entered. I turned around to see Batgirl. Holy shit. “Hi, I’m-” “Yeah, I know. Batgirl. Big fan actually.”  

“That hurt.” Robin mumbled.  

“Just prove she’s got great taste. Right again Red. Oh. Are we showing her?” I took a step back.  

“Show me what?”  

“Who we are of course.” Batgirl said like it was nothing.  

“Why the hell would you show me who all of you are. I’m Two Face’s daughter.” I was in shock. What the hell is wrong with these vigilantes. The purpose of a secret identity is for it to be a SECRET.

“No. Your Harvey Dent’s daughter.” Batgirl said softly.

“Why does that matter?” I whispered.  

“Because your adapted father and ours were close. Very close.” I furrowed my brow. Batgirl then stepped forward and took off her cowl.  

“Hey. I’m Barbra.”  

“Oh. The Commissioner’s kid. Ok yeah, that makes sense.” I thought for a moment. Who did The Commissioner talk to the most. Bruce Wayne. I smiled and turned to look at Nightwing. “Dick Grayson, Tim Drake and,” I turned to the towering shadow who had been silent. “Jason Todd.”

After a very long pause we were all sitting around the small safe house sharing stories about our mentors.  Jason had been silent for most of it. I felt his eyes burning into the side of my head, like he was confused or something. I caught Dick elbow him to which Jason grunted.  

“Well, it was nice to finally meet you. But we all have...a case to build. Two Face may have more allies than we thought.” Barbra finally said as she stood up and stretched. I nodded.  

“I can help. I know most of the people Harvey put away. Maybe Two Face made friends with them.” Barbra’s face lit up.  

“That would be wonderful! Can you write them down tonight? Jason can send it over to me.” Barbra asked, getting ready to leave through the window with Dick and Tim. I realized that Jason was staying behind, hopefully he’ll talk to me instead of staring and grumbling.  

“Yeah.” I answered before they all disappeared. My stomach growled at me, guess it’s time for dinner. I turned to Jason who had his head down. “Hey you hungry?” He didn’t respond. By now I’ve picked up what was wrong, why he was so apprehensive about showing his face. There's a giant scar on the side of his head. I didn’t mind it, thought it made him look cool but I’m sure he doesn’t like it because it holds as a painful reminder of trauma long ago. “I’ll make something for you anyway. You’ll defiantly eat it,” I turned to see Jason looming over me, his eyes still down. “later.”  His huge form boxed me in against the kitchen sink. “Dude. Are you ok?” I asked genuinely.  

“Are you scared of me?” Jason asked.  

“Uh, no? But the way you're looming over me doesn’t exactly scream harmless Michael Myers.” Jason moved back slightly. “What’s really bothering you?”  

“You.” He answered. I blinked not knowing why I was the one bothering him when he’s been all dark and bruiting for the past hour. “You look at me like my face isn’t scary.”  

“It’s not.”  

“Don’t lie.” I took a step forward.  

“I’m not. Your face isn’t scary Red. Quit the opposite.” I waited for his response. Jason finally raised his head, his blue eyes met mine. He seemed to be studying me to see if I was really telling the truth. His eyes changed when he confirmed I was indeed truthful with him. Jason’s hands slowly made their way to my arms; they traveled upward till he stopped at my throat. His fingers brushed up against the bruises lightly not wanting to disturb them causing pain.  My hands reached up to hold his wrists. We stayed in our position for minutes or hours I’m not really sure.  My body felt tingly and calm. I knew he wouldn't hurt me; it didn’t even cross my mind. I waited for him to say something. Finally, his arms dropped.    

“Sorry. I just-” Jason started.  

“It’s ok. I trust you.” I said, walking around him, still confused about what the hell just happened. “Do you want-” I was interrupted by Jason pulling me back. His lips were on mine. One arm had pulled me to him while the other cupped under my jaw. I closed my eyes after a second to process what was happening and kissed back. Jason suddenly jumped back, breaking the kiss.  

“Sorry I shouldn't of force you to-” This time I pulled him back to me to kiss him again. It’s been a bit since I’ve trusted anyone like this. I smiled to myself as I felt him relax into the kiss.

“You don’t have to be sorry.” I whispered letting go of him. Jason shifted on his feet.

‘I’m not...right. And this is new for me, so I don’t-”

“Woah. Woah there. It was a kiss Jason, not a marriage proposal.” I chuckled. Jason actually smiled. “It’s ok. We’ll just...for now.”  

“I’ve got a lot of baggage.” Jason mumbled.  

“Me too.”  

“I’ve got a lot of trust issues.”

“I was strangled by the one person who promised never to hurt me.”

“Fair enough.” I laughed at that. Well not fully laughed more like wheezed. “I’ll make dinner. You don’t use enough spices.” I rolled my eyes.

“Excuse me for being unseasoned.” That made Jason laugh.  

“It’s been four days since Two Face broke out of Arkham. How is she doing?” I heard Babs whisper. Currently, I’m “asleep” in my bed.

“She’s fine. She knows nothing is gonna get past me.” Jason whispered back in a low tone. I smiled. Yes I do.  

“Damn it Killer. Where have you been? I’ve been worried sick.” My breath caught in my throat. I turned around to face the monster that had attacked me weeks ago.

“H-Harvey? How?”

Harvey’s eyes widened as they looked at my throat, tears started to well up in his eyes.  

“They-they wouldn’t tell me what I did. They only said it was bad and I need to get better before I see you.” I heard the heart break in his voice. The realization of what he had done was finally hitting him. Harvey stepped closer; I backed up in reaction. “Hey....Killer come on you know me. I’d never-not on purpose.” The tears were falling now.  

“Harvey you gotta get back to the doctors. They can help.” My voice shook as I kept a good distance between us.  

“I know but I was worried about you. Just come with me back to the doctors, I just wanted to know you were ok.” I knew it was a bad idea, but I wanted to believe him so badly. He looked, talked and acted like Harvey but my flight or fight response wanted me to fly out of the parking lot. We are literally in the parking lot of Gotham PD. I agreed to testify for Harvey, I was going to take the stand and tell our story, how Harvey took me in, how he cared for me.  

“I can’t go with you.” My heart was pounding in my chest, worried it was going to explode. I slowly started to walk backwards. Harvey started to advance towards me until he stopped short. I felt a gloved hand around my waist. I knew who it was. Red Hood. I let him push me behind him, shielding me from Harvey.  

“You’re sick Harv. You hurt her bad, do right by her now. Turn yourself in.”  

[stargazeraldroth]

You can’t hear it but I let out the most disgusted sound at the thought of… Eugh. MATH. Just the thought leaves a bad taste in my mouth. Anyways, nothing wrong with laziness! It’s good to take some time to yourself to relax and decompress, if you need to- And hell, sometimes the executive dysfunction just gets to you. I know it gets to me.

Error sees Ink having a good time and decides that it can’t fucking stand while he’s around to Cause Problems and Wreck Shit. It’s definitely angst central for Ink either way, though- Never even got to confess, the poor guy. And hey, don’t we all need a little bit of therapy?

As you should have! Gin is a soft boy and a good guy, and I, for one, think even his visual chemistry alone with Ink is incredible… I love the two of them a lot, haha.

Mutually supportive Cross and Ink is my everything… I imagine that it really hit them that they’re healing from everything once Ink lends Cross his scarf (which is deeply important to him, what with all the things he’s written on it), or maybe even Broomie, and Cross let’s him wear his coat or his scarf and bundles him up like a lil burrito. Just. Soft Oreo bros owns my heeeaaart-

Oh, he definitely won’t be the best- Glitchy boy is awkward at best and wildly unqualified to provide comfort in this scenario at worst- But I’d like to think he gets an A for effort or something, you know? Even if he. Uh. Accidentally upsets Ink with Blue and Dream puppets.

Corrupted or Fallen Stars can be great… In theory. But sooo often they’re just flipped with the Bad Sans, and! That can be a fun idea in and off itself, if it’s in the concept of something that it blatantly a roleswap AU! But it normally isn’t, and it just ends up grating on me- Hell, off the top of my head, I can tell you semi-passable reasons for Secretly Evil Stars would be leaning so hard into positivity it becomes addiction and delusion (Dream), being tired of having his emotions invalidated and giving people the “real him” they apparently want (Ink), and being tired of being underestimated and desperate to stay with some of the only people who seem to take him seriously (Blue). That! Is literally just, I came up with it in five seconds! People don’t even give them the dignity of that, though, it’s just “They’re evil and my poor misunderstood murder babies are angels.” But like you said! How are they secretly misunderstood angels! If you’re going with “oh, they don’t WANT to hurt people,” why are they doing it- They aren’t necessary for the Balance, like you said. Is Nightmare forcing them so he can cause negativity? Is Error? Is something else going on??. And that’s not even getting into how all of that would wildly unbalance another set of Guardians- Reaper and Life. The excess death is their problem, now, the Bad Sans certainly ain’t sticking around to deal with the aftermath! Am I too passionate about this? Mayhaps. Shall I stop? Absolutely not.

And yeah, you’re definitely right about that- Outside pressure isn’t guaranteed to justify mass murder to the people you’ve affected with it. People have still lost their homes, and their loved ones, and so many other things- Why, exactly, does the alleged agony of being “forced” to do awful things negate the pain of the victims of those things? It doesn’t make sense at best, and it feels callous at worst. It feels… Really, really shoehorned in, for lack of a better term, just to make the “misunderstood favs” loved and adored by the masses, if that makes sense.

No issue with the ranting here! I quite agree with you, after all. And as for Ink… Well, it just makes sense! Like you said, he adores the Multiverse, so him writing off or ignoring something so, so vital for its survival just… Doesn’t make sense? Like, if you really don’t want him to know, it should be for angsty purposes- Fate, shielding his eyes and ears from it, completely cutting off anyone trying to tell him. Can you imagine how horrible to would feel, once someone was finally able to tell him? That would be a much better story arc, in my opinion- Someone prevents the Protector from doing what he’s dedicated his existence to, and the realization and healing that stems from that as they all work together to heal the Balance… Oh, and also- I see so many people calling him “Fate’s Favorite,” which, like. People. People know being the favorite of an abuser isn’t really a good thing, right? Even if there isn’t physical abuse, being the favorite can lead to some horrific things… Ahem. Moving on from my own rant- Yeah, Error definitely seems the most likely to not know or ignore the Balance, I think. Like you said, ignoring it even benefits him!

Hhh if you’re sure I’ll send a separate ask!!! Might take a bit, since I’ll have to write it all out… I should probably come up with a name, too. Just call me… Rainy Anon! Or Rain, heh.

Let’s be real, saving the brush is what Ink would want. And besides, if we save the brush, maybe we can use it to save Ink! Provided he hasn’t. You know. Gone insane from isolation and emotional overload. God only knows what having the emotional consequences of his entire existence hitting him at once would feel like. Quite frankly, I’m… Not sure he’d be able to process it. And would he even be Ink, once he got out? Would he start thinking it was all a dream he made up to comfort himself in an unfinished world???

I mean, to be fair, it could be seen as a response to everything in the AU. Ink is running, and the other Stars don’t know why!

He gives some much needed snark and sarcasm to some rather bleak situations. Also, he’d definitely be the sort to sarcastically narrate his brother’s fuckups.

🌧️ Rainy Anon 🌧️

AM HERE!

I believe I based his character off the mask I've seen him with, but I also kinda did it from memory?? Anyway, I made him "Kitsune Udon". He and Ink do have a connection, uh- they were like best friends until Ink got kidnapped/abducted LMFAO

If you wanna take the full Oreo bros into consideration, then we need to bring Reaper into the mix. I'm honestly kinda surprised no one talks about him in an Underverse setting. Being the God of Death means nothing to people these days smh. From X-Tale's destruction to Error committing a massacre against the AUs, Reaper's probably working overtime. He's definitely pissed about the situation. I think he would be interested in investigating the situation, which can then lead to him finding out about everything.

Error's trying! If anyone says anything about it, he gets defensive and says that they should be grateful he's doing anything for Ink in the first place! How ungrateful of them!

I remember once reading about how if we were to be realistic with the characters, Dream most likely wouldn't be as optimistic and friendly as he canonically is. But you're right, it's hardly ever as simple as being a roleswap AU; if anything, a personality swap AU might be more fitting of a description. I really don't mean to nitpick people's writing and stuff like this, I try to more encouraging when I can be, but these are things we need to consider when we want to make a story like this. Yes, characters who are evil and don't have the reason revealed CAN be interesting... but this isn't one of those cases, I don't think. I think I especially hate how they always make Ink the primarily evil one, the "root of it all", and the reason for it? He's soulless. Like... is that really the best you can do? You can use many reasons to make Ink the villain of the story if you really want to, and you target a condition he has? A condition he has no control over? Erm... kind of leaves a bad taste in my mouth. I vaguely remember seeing some posts that discussed this exact thing, and how using his soullessness as a source of evil for his character has tones of ableism. I only vaguely remember because I glossed over the posts, didn't feel like reading at the time, so I could be getting that wrong. If anyone has read posts like that and wants to give their opinion, feel free to do so.

And you're right about that- I NEVER, EVER see any of these stories address Life and Reaper's roles in the Balance. They're easily getting the most screwed over in this situation because the Gang's causing unnecessary death with their murder sprees, which is tipping the Balance... which is what they're against the Stars for??? They only focus on Error and/or Nightmare for some reason... stop leaving my Circle of Life babies out of stuff-

It's because even though they preach about how negativity is essential to the Multiverse and "Dream needs to understand that", they don't actually WANT negativity there. For example, they always question why Ink allows negative AUs or AUs with tragic stories to exist, such as Horrortale. Aside from the fact that Ink has zero control over what AUs are made, those AUs are basically counters to positivity-oriented AUs such as Haventale. They preach about how negativity has just as much of a right to exist freely... and then condemn its existence in ways they don't like. The thing is, Horrortale and Dusttale happened as a consequence of events; the CORE shutting down led to the disastrous conditions in the Underground, the constant RESETs and Genocides led Sans to become Dust, etc. These are all examples of NATURAL negativity and how life works; it isn't meant to be pretty. And if you think about it, isn't this exactly how they make Dream think in these stories? Negative AUs shouldn't exist. BUT WAIT! Dream's in the wrong, don't forget that! Just ignore the fact that the Gang antagonizes Ink for the existence of these AUs! Dream's the bad guy, the Gang has no faults! And you wanna know the most fucked up part about expecting everyone to forgive Error and the Gang? The ones who don't are frowned upon and treated as unreasonable, in my experience. Which makes zero sense??? It's like being asked to forgive someone who murdered your best friend, family, and/or pet because they were forced to... like that doesn't change anything??? Like maybe you'll get some pity, but you sure as hell aren't getting forgiveness anytime soon!

Ngl I keep forgetting Fate and Destiny are in these AUs because I don't use them. I don't really like the concept of them, I just stick with the Creators... they pretty much have the same role. But that one's just a personal preference, it doesn't really change much about the contents of the story. And you are absolutely right, being an abuser's "favorite" isn't a good thing. That mindset is concerning. That's like saying it's a good thing to be a groomer's "favorite", like... no it isn't. Oh, but by their logic, it's okay because it's Ink! Any possible negatives of being Fate's favorite are ignored because Ink just can't be a sympathic, dimensional character! Nope, nope, nope! He's evil, through and through, and anyone who tries to look deeper than the surface is blind and being manipulated by him! Like... did the Gang hire y'all to spew this propaganda? This feels like propaganda. This reminds me of something I saw where someone listed what Sans AUs are green flags, and they put Error there. Like... do y'all know anything about Error's character? This is the genuine question.

I'm so sorry if I sound kinda bitchy in this rant, but I just can't find the logic. I try not to nitpick at individual writing styles, but literally everything I have read that deals with FGOD and this roleswap dynamic has been one-dimensional and lacked depth. Again, that probably sounds ignorant, and I don't mean for it to, but the sheer amount of "Gang good, Stars bad" and nothing more has essentially ruined the entire concept for me. This is probably why I prefer FGOC, because the characters at least have some depth beneath the surface. Dream is like one of the nicest and most compassionate characters in canon, why you gotta vandalize him like this?

Alright! You shall be the Rainy Anon!

Long live Broomie! The worst part about Ink's situation is that he's surrounded by people who are... blank. Just like when he doesn't have his vials. And he hates when he gets like that. He's probably overthinking and everything. Love that for him, you know?

Nightmare's absolutely RELISHING in the negativity! It's just so, so good! And it's even better because Dream- goody-two-shoes, wouldn't-hurt-a-fly Dream- is the one who caused it. I can picture Nightmare laughing evilly and kicking his feet while stuff goes down.

[delusion-of-negation]

I loove it when folks say things like "you don't need positivity for masculinity/liking youthful skinny twinks/liking buff guys/so on because the whole world is positivity for that" like in what world dudes??? you think the whole world is like wow you like fucking twinks oh my god that's so cool you're not going to burn in hell?

there's not some like limited amount of queer positivity that we simply must reserve solely for the most in need groups, even if somebody was more accepted than somebody else, but that's a bloody big if in this case. nobody's coming to take your support, nobody's saying you don't need it. this is much like when I said I would like more support for terminally ill people, because the "it absolutely will get better!" mantra is unhelpful, and people say it depresses them to think about things not getting better so they simply can't have people like us "ruining" positivity for them. my ramble about it got mostly chronically ill people, so some began brushing terminally ill people under the rug or saying that same bullshit with a new coat of paint, like "but remember even if you cannot be cured some things will get better, don't give up!" but I subsequently get treated like the one hijacking things and being pessimistic, on my own post that I didn't even put in any tags. it literally just advocated for variety, so then we all had something. people took it as their own opportunity to soapbox about how it absolutely does get better just not how you expected uwu, and I eventually got told maybe I should view dying as better, so I can understand even I will get better, as if that's not fucking horrible response to someone saying "would be nice if I could hear good things sometimes idk", like chin up buddy dying is actually what better looks like for a sad sack of shit like you, hope this helps :).

addiction to infighting and viewing everything on oppressors vs oppressed logic means you treat suffering of others as territory disputes and confrontation and threats. I mean, ffs y'all are after mrbeast atm because he *checks notes* paid for surgery for like thousands of blind people who wanted it, I even saw claims he's refusing to pay for people who wouldn't be filmed which btw are absolutely pulled directly out of that person's asshole, you think goddamn mrbeast sat down to film thousands of people??? bro.

and it really is so similar to when people say physical disability is worse, mental health is worse, chronic is worse, x, y, z. it's fuckt. similarly like when I talked about epilepsy and compared it to an intolerance or allergy, which I have, but people assumed I don't, misread what I was saying, went on the attack. it's so tiresome. I literally was saying both are equally serious, and inflicting what triggers that in somebody is wrong and dangerous, people took colloquialisms as literal translations so badda bing badda boom, ableism against myself apparently. which means I'm oppressor, capable of maximum power, thus deserving of maximum cruel. exactly the same logic t3rfs use to send suicide bait asks to me. oppression olympics, I'm sorry but that's what it is. stop it. you'd honestly be more useful to queer people or disabled people as a completely silent onlooker than as an asshole claiming that your oppressor is a gay man with different tastes, dying people, or an otherwise vulnerable disabled person, or the guy paying for the surgery (who btw did also say the gov should be doing so, like ik apparently the narrative is he doesn't do that but yeah he does).

warped outlooks like these are spreading like wildfire, and you'd honestly be surprised how much they're even infesting irl space, including these weird obsessions with finding any way a person transgressed or sinned, ways you're more deserving of support, absolutely ridiculous leaps in logic and twisting of facts, it's just harmful. to people. you can talk all you want about politics, that community, what's best for the ends, but people are the reason literally any of that even matters to begin with. the rights of gay people aren't abstract, they're not for their own sake, they're not philosophical mental exercise, they are to protect queer people.

aromantic people don't get that the world just isn't pro-romance regarding ace, gay, trans, or poly romance, asexuals don't re sex absolutely not being accepted whenever it deviates, if you're an aromantic or gay or trans person, if you're kinky, etc, and then it doubly is an issue that gay/trans allo/allo people start asking we somehow prove being aro/ace is on par with other forms of this general genre of discrimination, as if being equally suffering has historically determined if people should care about each other. preemptively: look at the flags in my icon, I'm fucking aro. dude. however, I'm also gay af. I fuck men. I am criticising the fact you devour exclusionary rhetoric despite saying "exclusionists dni".

some criticise my lack of paragraphs and image descriptions as something adhd/visually impaired people need, but 1) I'm both, describing is hard for me, and 2) schizo, thought disorder, ocd, various issues make it near impossible for me often, just like you reading that, so just leave my posts alone, go elsewhere. variety. thoughts don't come clearly to me, it's a disjointed mess, and so ridiculous that people expect me to just "do better" and write for whatever way they find easier to read- that'd take literally hours. nothing here is "an excuse", this isn't word games, there's not an ulterior motive, get out of that mindset bro. people are like "your excuses don't make it okay not to accomodate my adhd" - idgaf. symptoms of yours don't mean I can overcome my symptoms. I shouldn't have to keep saying this but variety solves all of these. nowhere did I say allergies get respect/gay people have it worse compared to ace people/terminal people should be thought of literally every time you make a post/etc - I said be nice. bet that doesn't reflect whatever wild interpretations will fill these notes. wouldn't surprise me if somebody is saying I said there's not any cringe or toxic aro people, or that I'm erasing how exclusionists harmed ace people by equating some lame opinions with sheer incomprehensible levels of attack online (I never equated shit in these points, comparable and identical are just not synonyms).

something I think people need to learn is that just because your bullies have been calling you short, doesn't mean they don't call somebody else a tree or ask them how the weather is up there. I understand asexuals are mocked for not being sexual, despite it being the case that I'm mocked for being that; I'm mocked that thoughts naturally come in a disjointed spew, and I simply can't comprehend well enough to edit anything, but I understand you struggle to read that; I need posts that don't talk about better as synonymous with deserving, you need posts that have literally a complete lack of any indication things won't get better for you, I understand how your mind can spiral when you see such things. segmenting our communities further for ultra specficity isn't an answer though, that's isolating - really humans need each other. basically, liking twinks is not accepted just because fat guys are generally viewed as gross by society, so is any gay sex, that's all. whether you like either, we still all like dudes, we shouldn't split.

[violetsditsyrainbow]

Welcome home: no hard feelings? (Tickle and fluff) pt.8

I need fluff and tickle requests

p.o.v, Wally

"so how should we get back at y/n?" Barnaby asks. We are at howdy's store everyone's here except poppy violet and y/n, violet is currently unknowingly distracting y/n, we are trying to think of how to get back at y/n for cheating in hide an seek, Eddie is a horrible liar so we found out how she won quickly "give her a taste of her own medicine?" Frank says in a duh voice "beat her in hide and seek by cheating" Julie asks as we all look at frank confused"beat her at-?! No tickle her, the one most common thing you all do, the thing that you do when I'm being a grump?!" Some of the neighbors let out an understanding of "that's a great idea frank!" Julie says to frank in that energetic high pitched tone. "I can get violet to bring y/n here." I say pulling my phone out

When y/n and violet arive

Y/ns p.o.v

"what was it you said you needed, violet?" I ask since she nervously and abruptly pulled me over here "I need mangos, carrots, and milk!" She is nervous about something, I can hear it in her muffled voice. She grabs the stuff she needs, I almost giggle at the joke she uses to pay. "What do you call a pile of cats? A meowntain!" Before we can leave.. "hey y/n, I have something to tell you!" Howdy says calling me over, when I walk over to him all he says is "now!" Huh?? Im being lifted off the floor via arms above head, I look behind me to see Barnaby. "What?! Put me down!, What's going on?!" I know exactly what's going on. In about a minute every one except poppy is in front of me "hey guys hehe... How are youuu?" I say nervously. "Hey y/n remember how you won hide and seek super quick?" Barnaby asks me. "Yeah, hehe I do.. why?" I say nervously. "Well Eddie's not a very good liar so we know exactly what happened." Wally continues. I start to sweat a little and kick my legs a bit. "Hey guys... It was all good fun... No hard feelings right?" Nervousness heard in my voice

Julie's p.o.v

"no hard feelings right?" Y/n asks nervously "no hard feelings, just tickly ones!" After I say that the tickle attack begins, Barnaby was holding them up nuzzling their ear, howdy was tickling their neck and armpits, how useful it'd be to have 4 arms, I tickle their ribs and side on the left and Sally tickles the right and Wally's tickling the knee area (bro I swear if it's just me, where the knees tickle) since it's the only place he can reach and Eddie tickles their stomach. "Nohohohoho! STAHAHAHAP!" Y/n yells with laughter "what can't take what 'cha dish out?" Barnaby teases, they turn a little red "yohohohohoure ahahahahahall ahahare jerks!" Y/n yells, they must've put a lot of effort into saying jerks cause she didn't laugh while saying it

Violet p.o.v

They've been tickling y/n for a couple minutes now "thihihihihis ihihis torture!" Y/n yells, I feel kinda bad that I led them into this trap but they ruined my winning streak In hide and seek. "Apologize and we'll stop!" Sally says "ohohover my dehehehed body!" "Hey y/n did you know some people have extra ribs? Frank told me that! I think me and Sally should count them!" Julie and Sally start counting y/and ribs "NOHOHOHO DOHOHOHOHOHNT DOHOHO THAHAHAT!" Y/n yells. Howdy has moved his upper set of arms to armpit and right below the armpit and Barnaby is snuggling y/ns ear and neck now, I'm glad I'm not in y/ns position.

Y/ns p.o.v

"IM SOHOHORY! ILL WONT CHEAT IN GAMES AGAIN!" I yell tired. Everyone stops and Barnaby puts me down, violet hands me a f/s (favorite snack) and f/d (favorite drink). I hear everyone laughing "they really learned their lesson I bet!" Sally says happily. I'm blushing from embarrassment "you good, kid?" Barnaby asks me "y-yeah just a little worn out" "how about me and Sally walk you home y/n" Julie says energeticly"that sounds nice" I say as I open my f/s

I'm gonna post an explanation on why this took soooooooooo long to be made

[hyperfixations-and-hecticness]

MC who’s the boss of the Minions

CHAPTER 16 SPOILERS

Being a villain was a lot of fun. There was stuff to steal, joyrides, police cars to vandalize. But most of all, there were tiny little yellow creatures called Minions obeying your every whim as ‘the most evil villain’. Which didn’t seem right but you weren’t one to argue with cheap labour. Until, one day, you were transported to the Devildom.

- ‘What the hell is this place?’ The demons were shocked at the human’s audacity. But Mammon did like the yellow gold jewellery you’re covered in.

- Levi thinks it sounds just like that anime ‘Super Cute Villain and their Squad of Just As Cute Henchmen Committing Crimes’! And you’re the villain. But wait, does that make him the hero who’s alter ego you fall in love with?

- Satan doubts that little old you could be the evilest person alive. That being said, an army to join the A.L.L could only be a help.

- Mammon does enjoy hearing the stories about the minions but he’s somewhat doubtful they exist. I mean, even if they did, how are YOU the evilest person to exist? Though an army helping him commit theft and building his collection of riches sounds loads of fun.

-Meanwhile the minions are worried out of their mind. Where the hell did you go? Thankfully a giant sigil had been burned into the floor where you disappeared. They’d been researching for days straight. Where was Boss?

- Somehow the minions figured out how to get down to the Devildom. Demons were cowering as a huge influx of tiny yellow beings swarmed through RAD emitting a war chant of ‘BOSS! BOSS! BOSS!’. Lucifer, Diavolo and Barbatos were particularly concerned. They’d heard the myths of these creatures, horrible monsters, and records of their evil deeds and worse masters were scattered across the millenia.

- ‘Eyyy! Minions. Hey little dudes.’ You greeted. You were immediately mobbed by the army, Bob looking especially glad they found you. Bedtime was at nine and you hadn’t been able to tuck him in.

- ‘MC? You’re the master of the minions?’ Asked Lucifer, shocked at the fact the exchange student he picked had presumably an entire double life he was unaware of.

- Asmo absolutely adores the minions. They get him so many likes on Devilgram and he loves dressing them up! He absolutely uses them as little mannequins. The minions have never been so well dressed!

- Mammon adores the minions. He now eschews ‘sleeping in his birthday suit’ to help you tuck the minions in. It’s so cute, like they’re your kids. Not that he likes the idea of having a family with you! Gross, no! You’re just a pathetic human. But his older brother instinct really kicks in.

- The minions go absolutely ballistic when Belphegor kills you. He’s shocked by the influx of yellow blobs that beat at him with their tiny fists. For once, they’re not going to the evilest person. You were a bad guy, but he’s a bad guy.

- After the minions get over it, with plenty of reassurance from you, Belphegor just uses them as plushies. They take a while to warm up to him but after a while they can just go to him when it’s naptime.

- The minions eventually start to help out all the bros. I mean, there’s a lot of them.

- Beel finally gets his own pet chefs. It’s the best thing that’s ever to happened to him. He also helps the minions reach high places. The minions adore him and the feeling is mutual. They activate his brother instinct.

- They help Mammon rob places and also work for him so he can earn money through legitimate sources. He feels a bit bad about making them work for free (although he’d never admit it) so he often gets them stuff and helps look after them. Thankfully their taste isn’t super expensive.

- Levi loves hanging with the minions. They help him queue for concerts and now he always has partners for multiplayer games!

- Satan develops a habit of reading to the minions. He reads Bob bedtime stories. The stories are not suitable for children.

- The minions even help Lucifer! Sure, paperwork isn’t their forte but they help organize things for him and do a lot of secretarial work.

- Luke likes having them around. It makes him feel less short.

- The minions do not like Solomon. He keeps trying to use them as lab rats.

- Diavolo LOVES these funky little dudes. Like straight up throws parades for them. The little Ds hate them. They’re the cute lil guys around here, dang it! Bit of rivalry between them and the minions.

AN: Literally ONE person asked for this (@allebasijmm2008) and I have so much to do but I do not care. I got the idea from @helloimamistake. Obligatory reminder that requests are open, comments are appreciated and I have an event on.

[iwadori]

are you going to do a 'when the haikyuu boys make you insecure' part with Iwaizumi / could I request that?

When they make you insecure part 6 (Iwaizumi,Matsukawa)

Part 1 Part 2  Part 3  Part 4  Part 5 Part 6

Word Count: 2.8K

Genre: Angst, Fluff

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AN: Did I embedd myself in this story? Yes, yes i did. :3 (it’s only a small part dw loool)

Iwaizumi

One day when you were walking to the gym to go see your boyfriend  

You overhear him and the team talking about some instagram girl

“She’s hot” you hear Boktuo yell doing a hoot as he fawns over a picture, with the rest of the guys agreeing.  

“What do you think Iwaizumi?” Hinata ask  

“She’s cute... I guess?” the rest of the guys, grunt in disagreement at Iwa’s lack of drooling over the girl.

“Well I see why you wouldn’t want her Haji-kun,” says Atsumu “you are into the more simple girls bro”

“Simple?” Iwaizumi questions, and the rest of the guys agree

“Yeah simple, you know Y/N... she’s simple” says one of the guys, with the word ‘simple’ rolling off their tounge with a tone of disgust.

“I guess your right guys...” Iwaizumi says “Y/N is pretty basic and simple but-”

You leave the gym before you hear what the rest of them had to say. When you got to your house you bolt straight to the mirror, you look at your outfit and frown. You never thought your style was ‘basic,’ to be fair you wouldn’t describe anybodys style as basic or simple. Of course, you weren’t like those instagram influencers, that wasn’t your thing. But Iwa has known that about you for years... but I guess that’s not what he truly likes.

You go to your closet and take out all the contents, just tossing all your clothes (even some of your favourite items ever) and dashing them in a black trash bag putting them to the side. You were already on a mission to buy a whole new wardrobe, going through all different stores and looking on pinterest for inspo.

You didn’t really talk to Iwa for the rest of the week, since you wanted him to see you in your ‘new form,’ you weren’t being radiosilent but you didn’t initiate any hang outs with him or face time calls (which he did find slightly odd, but didn’t think that much by it.)

Finally, the clothes came and you were kind of shocked at how much you ordered you spent over £200 on clothes from all different places. When you were trying them on, you liked some of them the ones that were kind of similar to your past style but not so ‘simple,’ the others you kind of frowned at since it definitely didn’t feel like ‘you’ at all. ‘This is for Iwa,’ you reminded yourself as your forced a smile on your face analysing yourself in the mirror.

You had everything sorted, your wardrobe was now changed and done the colours and styles you once wore before is now the complete opposite. You invited Iwa over, hesistantly waiting to see how would he react.  

When you hear your door knock, you rush over to open it and model a pose you saw one of those girl do trying to look as natural as possible.

“Hey babe ho-” he says, with his eyes widening seeing your new look “Woah Y/N!”

“Hey Haji..come in!” you exclaim with a beaming smile pulling him inside to the couch. “So, are we going to continue watching the crown, I watched the previous episode and god prince phillip is such a dick.”

You look over your shoulder and see Iwa still standing in your entranceway a bit awkwardly, looking a bit stunned. “Come sit down then, we’ve got an episode to watch.”

“uh oh yeah, sure” he says blinking, following you to the couch.

You got through atleast 4 episodes together, you barely talked as you were really engrossed in the show. Iwa was barely paying attention, he was too busy questioning how you were acting. This definitely wasn’t the girl he knew, even the way you were acting whilst watch the show was odd. The way you’d cutely giggle and ‘sublty’ look over to him whilst laughing at a funny part of the show instead of just doing your usual obnoxious laugh that he loved to hear.

“Oh Y/N, I’m going to go to the bathroom.” he says standing up, you don’t reply you just wave your hand in acknowledgement.

On his way to the bathroom, Iwa nearly trips on a black bag left outside your bedroom door. He opens it, and mildly gasped when he saw all your old stuff jumbled up in there. He picks up the back and goes straight back to the living room and stands in front of you.

“Haji, what are you doing you’re blocking the TV” you complaining trying to see what’s happening behind him.

He drops the black bag infront of you and you internally curse yourself for not moving. You stare at him waiting for him to say something.

“Well whats this then.” he says looking down at you, almost like a disapproving dad.

“Clothes.” you say smartly, knowing what he was asking.

“You know what I meant Y/N, why are all your clothes in a garbage bag.”  

“Because I wanted to put them there,” you wanted to seem as nochalant about it as possible as if putting all your clothes in a garbage bag doesn’t make you feel sad.

“Yeah but why?” he says sitting down next to you.

“Just because I wanted to” you reiterate “what else do you want me to say?”

“Well this isn’t like you, its just a bit random Y/N” he says

“I know this isnt like me you” you spat, standing up “Isn’t this what you wanted anyways.” You head to your bedroom picking up the bag with you, with Iwa hot on your heels.

“What do you mean this is what I wanted?” he says in disbelief “When did I ever say that?”

“It doesn’t matter” you mumble, you start to aggressively take our your old clothes and shove them back into your wardrobe whilst Iwa is just talking. You’re not really listening to him your just putting the clothes back.

“Y/N Stop!” he yells kind of knocking you out of your ‘trance,’ “what is going on with you?” he grabs you hands and pulls them down stopping you from what you were doing and he winced at seeing your tear stricken face.

He gently pulls you into his arms sitting you both on your bed, waiting for you to speak. “I don’t know what you want from me Iwa..” you start your voice slightly breaking “it’s just I did this all for you and you don’t even appreciate it.”

“I don’t know what you mean Y/N?” he says sounding genuinely confused.

“Y/N is simple and basic.” you say repeating words that you heard your boyfriend say about you, you feel him tense as you say it and you slowly get out of his hug.

“Y/N I-”

“That really hurt Hajime, I know now that I'm not your ‘type’ but I-”

“No Y/N, you are my type of course you are!” he says gulping in nervousness “I love you, and your style. I’ve always being enamored by how you dress and present yourself and I don’t know why I even said you’re basic and simple I didn’t mean it that way.”

“Really?” you say sniffling looking down

“Yes really you idiot,” he says lifting your head up “To be fair I don’t care what you wear, since you look great in anthing I just want you to be happy Y/N and especially not dress for anyone including me. Okay?”

“Okay,” you agree slightly nodding your head.

“Good, so can we go and finish the crown and then burn all these clothes?” Iwa jokes as he stands up.

“Burn them!” you exclaim “These cost £200, you muppet.”

“£200! Gosh Y/N, next time you go shopping im definitely coming with you.” he says shaking his head “can’t have you blowing out your bank account for clothes you don’t even like that much.”

You spend the rest of the day finishing of The Crown and you and Iwa eventually both sort out your wardrobe. Your style and aethetic changes a lot more through the times you were together and Iwa was very supportive and helpful of every single change. Especially *insert your favourite dress aesthetic here.*

Matsukawa

You were walking with your friends; Iwa, Tooru, Maki and your boyfriend Matsun. Walking to school as you did every morning, today the topic of conversation was Tooru’s bad taste in women.

“Gosh yesterday was horrible, she didn’t want to talk to me at all,” he complained “all she wanted to do was to come straight to my place, I didn’t even have the chance to tell her my hair routine.”

“That’s why you don’t find dates off of Tinder shittykawa” grunted Iwaizumi

“Well I know that now!” he exclaimed.

“Y/N,” said Makki grasping your attention “Would you ever use Tinder?”

“Well I-”

“Of course she wouldn’t” your boyfriend interrupted wrapping his arm round your shoulder “she’s got me”

“Yeah, but if you two weren’t together, would you use it.”

“Well may-”  

“Y/N definitely wouldn’t” he said interrupting you AGAIN “she’s way to frigid for that shit”

Frigid? You thought to yourself, ouch. Their was a quick awkward silence and all you could hear was Matsukawa laughing with the others laughing after awkwardly in pursuit. After sensing your uncomfortability (is that a word?) Oikawa decides to change the subject to make things less awkward,

“I need a woman who understands me!” he rants “One that can listen to me and appreciate my awesome hair.”

“Goodluck with that Shittykawa.”  

Oikawa rambles on as you walk to school with the other guys chiming in. You on the other hand, were lost in thought. Your sex life wasn’t something you would want to publicly talk about let alone to you and your boyfriends' male friends. Also, with Matsun describing you as ‘frigid’ struck a nerve. You weren’t frigid, well at least to you, you weren’t.  

When you got to school you immediately rushed straight to your lesson claiming that you teacher really needed to talk to you. Which was odd to Matsukawa as you usually all hung around each other until the bell rang, the other boys gave each other knowing looks all assuming the reasons for your odd behaviour.

At lunch time, you stayed in your class instead of going up to the roof where you and your friends usually end up. In the class room you hear one of the girls in your class, Empress having one of her usual gossip conversations with her group of friends.

“Hajime is so hot!” she said, fanning her face being dramatic  

“Of course he is! You should totally go for him.” her friend said and the rest of the friends agreed.

“What do you think Y/N?” she says to you catching your attention “you’re close friends with him right?”

“Yeah, I am” you say a bit sadly “You should definitely go for him, I think you’d be perfect together.”

“Okay! I think I might later” she says smiling. Her and friends leave, but then Empress returns and walks straight to you.

“Are you alright doll?” she asks softly smiling

“I guess so..” you say hesitantly “It’s just something my boyfriend said to me this morning.”

“Matsun?” she asks and you nod in reply “What did he say?”

After you rehash the situation from this morning Empress scowls in annoyance, “Boys can be such pigs sometimes, such a dick thing to say.”

“I know right!” you respond “Even if I was frigid, which im totally not it’s not even a bad thing nor is it something to reveal to people in public in a ‘jokey’ way.”

“Yeah!” she agrees “I think you should go and give him a piece of your mind.”

“I mean...” your voice falters, when it comes to Matsun you’ve never really given him a ‘piece of your mind,’ even when he makes jokes that you’re not so fond of.

“Come on!” she encourages “I’ll come with you and cheer you on.”

“You just want to come to see Iwa Empress” you say pointedly “But fine let’s go.”

You both power walk to the roof where you see the four seijoh boys sitting down and eating. “Oh hi Y/N/-chan and look Iwa its Emp-chan... isn’t that a surprise!” Iwa blushes and the rest of the guys laugh.

You walk straight up to Matsun and stand right infront of him. “Matsukawa I need to talk to you,” you say folding your arms. “Why whats up babe?” he says, still sitting down with a cheeky grin on his face.

“Alone.” you say turning around walking to a secluded spot. Behind you, you hear Matsun get up and the rest of the boys saying “oooh Matsukawa your in trouble” as they laugh.

“What’s wrong with you today Y/N?” he asks slightly accusatorily.  

“I didn’t appreciate the comment you made today on the way to school,” you say with your arms folded.

“Oh that little comment about you being frigid, come on it was just a joke I wasn’t being serious.” he says lightly laughing but he stops once he sees the glare you give him ”you knew it was a joke right?”

“Matsun, some are your jokes just aren’t funny,” you say “especially when they're about me and our sex life in front of our friends too.”

“Y/N I didn’t mea-”

“You just come off as a huge dick sometimes, and I can’t do this anymore if you keep on making these comments anymore I don’t think I can do this.”

“Woah Y/N, are you threatening to break up with me?” he asks “Over a few little comments?”

“These aren’t a few little comments, sometimes what you say is just unnecessary and rude.”

“Okay well...”

“Well...” you repeat staring at him waiting for to apologise or atleast say something, “fuck you Matsukawa.”

You storm away and walk bout to the group saying “Empress lets go.” She jumps of Iwa’s lap and waves by to them following you back down to the school. You walk into the bathroom and just start to cry, “Y/N whats wrong?” Empress says pulling you into a hug  

“H-He doesn’t care,” you cry “He pretty much excused his stupid comments, passing them off as little ‘jokes,’ that didn’t apparently mean anything.”

“Oh dear,” Empress says consoling you “he’s not worth your time right now.”

“B-but but I love him.” you wail fat tears streaming down your face.

“I know sweetheart, I know,” she says letting go of the hug “so what do you wanna do about him?”

“I don’t know,” you say “I don’t want to break up with him or anything, but is there a point in staying if he’s just going to make these comments again.”

“I don’t know Y/N, but whatever you wanna do I’ll support. Wether it’s keying his car or reading shitty fanfiction and crying.” Empress says making you laugh.

The final bell rings and now it's time to go home, of course you don’t walk with the guys so you just enjoy your own company walking home.

“Y/N! Y/N!” you hear from behind you and of course the only person it can be is Matsukawa.

“What do you want?” you mumbled  

“I..I want too” he says heaving out of breath from the running he had to do “I want to apologise. I need do.”

“Okay...” you respond

“Im sorry, Im so so sorry,” he says “those jokes and comments were stupid and I agree I can be a dick sometimes. Well a lot of the time, but I never wanted to be a dick to you.”

“Well you were.”

“I know I was, and I’m so sorry. There’s no excuse what I said and what I have said before I just hope I can make it up to you.”

“Okay then.”

“So are we not broken up?”

“No we’re not broken up, but it’ll take a lot of making up to do for me to fully forgive you.”

“Great! And I'll spend every day to get you to forgive me.”

Which he did, he spent every day showering you with love and affection. He was way better than he was before, you even went on double dates with Oikawa and his flavour of the week and triple dates with Iwa and his girlfriend. Matsukawa, although he still made jokes, he never targeted them and centered them around you in an insulting way.

AN: I didn’t really like the matsukawa one since i couldn’t really write for him properyl sooo sorry bout that one kids.

[moemoemammon]

(Two things, 1. This is my first time requesting so I'm sorry if this is not the thing to do it, and 2. Sorry if somethings is misspelled or grammatically incorrect, eng is not my first language:p)

May I request some of the bros, specially Mammon, Luci and Satan, with a MC who's similar to Lucifer in some aspects (like, some of their manners are the same as his and sometimes they're little bit too strict) and after a while they discover that its bc MC is also an older sibling. And (only if you want) meeting their younger sibling, please 🙏

Btw love your works ♡♡♡

Lucifer Number 2~

(Feat. GN!MC and the Demon Bros)

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Lucifer

It doesn't occur to Lucifer how similar the two of you are, but the first thing he realizes is how pleasant conversations with you can be. You both share common interests, your tastes suit his own, and you seem to be the only competent person in this house.

You're the responsible type, and he likes it. He'll sometimes find you scolding his brothers for their behavior too, and as amusing of a sight as that may be, he doesn't want you to be burdened with their idiocy.

AND you're the eldest sibling in your household? Cheers to that. You too know the weight of being the responsible oldest, and the role one must take to ensure their siblings grow up well. You too know that you'd rather your siblings have things easier than you did.

But there's one thing he finds annoying... You can NEVER speak your feelings, and act as if it’d kill you to do so. He can respect secrecy when it's appropriate, but Lucifer would like to know what's on your mind. Not only that, but you can be HORRIBLY headstrong. There's nothing that can stray you away from what you've already decided.

"MC, I request that you take a few days off from school to do as you please. I've already spoken with Diavolo and your professors, and you've been given an excuse. I know you'll study anyway, so I've dropped off your assignments in your room. But... you should rest. It isn't good for you to be pushing yourself so hard. Hm? You're calling me a hypocrite?"

Mammon

As if one Lucifer wasn't enough. Now there's TWO of em?! Why's his luck gotta be so lousy!

Definitely the first to realize how much like Lucifer you are, and was SHOOK. Seriously, what gives?! What horrors exist in the human world that could've made you like THAT..?

Ever since you showed up, it's been impossible to get away with anything! He can't sneak out of the house because you're always there somehow, you tattle on him when you catch him leaving anyone's room, and you won't even let him copy your homework! What gives?!

Avoids you like the plague. You're no fun! There's only rare moments when you're kinda okay, and he likes those the best. The times when you're kinda sensitive and you'll drop the high and mighty act. But then you're back to being a pest!

"For the billionth time, I ain't got time to study! There's money to be made, and a guy like me ain't gonna waste a second lookin' at a dumb book when I could be- H-Huh?! You're gonna call Lucifer?! N-now, there's no need to be so hasty, right? Oi!! I'm sorry, damn it-!"

Levi

What's the deal with Lucifer number two? As comedic of a trope as that may be, Levi doesn't really care for having two nagging types in the house. Especially a human...

When you're in his room, all you do is nitpick about how he should tidy up and open a window! Don't you know that an otaku's room is his pride and joy?! It's a sacred space not to be trampled on by the opinions of a normie!!!

But still... he has to admit that even if you don't get all the stuff he's talking about, you at least try to understand it. And there are even some of his interests that you're genuinely invested in!

You might be a pain in the neck and harass him about annoying things, but he guesses he can deal with it if you'll actually sit through a TSL marathon with him...

"I-I'll lend you this manga, so make sure you read it! And when you're finished with that, I'll lend you the spin-off series by the author's brother! I know you'll like it, since you're interested in gritty stuff. Oh, and- Huh? My laundry? Y-yeah.... I'll do that.."

Satan

You are... surprisingly good company. Satan enjoys talking to you over afternoon tea, and the two of you share stories between one another.

But still, he can't shake the feeling that there's something... unpleasantly familiar about your personality. It isn't until you say something that sounds suspiciously similar to what Lucifer would say that he realizes who you remind him of. And oh, he hates it.

Tries playing pranks on you, but somehow they never go to plan. How that is is beyond him, but you never fall for anything! No matter how sweet his smile, you're always rightfully suspicious. You're annoyingly meticulous about checking your surroundings, and you're so aware of yourself that it's troublesome! Be more gullible!!

The king of petty has decided that its now his life goal to make you fall for at least one of his pranks. He doesn't care how elaborate he has to make it, or how unrewarding the payoff may be. He'll make you pay for seeing his brother in two places at once.

"MC, would you like to join me this afternoon for a book reading? Though, I'd love it if you could read this book in particular. I think you'll find it very-.... Hm? 'Isn't this the cursed book that makes you grow hair all over your body', you ask? Ahaha.... tch."

Asmo

Come now, there can't be TWO killjoys in the house! That's way too depressing!! It was funny at first to see that there's someone who can match the scary Lucifer's energy, but now it's becoming a nuisance!

You won't even go to the countless parties he's invited you to! Hell, you barely even give yourself room to mess around a little? Isn't it boring being so tightly wound? You're in luck, because the adorable Asmo-chan knows the PERFECT way to let loose~

You'll RARELY let him close to you, and that's usually when you're tired of him harassing you. Then he gets the honor of playing with your hair while you've got no energy to fight back! He'll style it wonderfully for you!

Also nags you to take better care of yourself. You're not a demon, so you have to care for your health! These late night study sessions are giving you bags under your eyes! And stop taking on so many extracurricular activities!

"Geez, MC! I didn't think you'd die from overworking, but that's the path you're headed on! You really are like Lucifer, you know? That being said, I'll do my best to make sure you relax! Shall we begin~?"

Beel

Beel may not be too bothered by Lucifer's strictness, but that doesn't mean he's immune to it. To think that even a human can be like that...

It's nice to see that you can take care of yourself, but aren't you working too hard? Your grades are good and you've got many interesting talents, but you also have to properly rest.

Has started bringing you snacks on the regular. And don't even think about skipping meals, because he won't allow it. He'll literally pick you up and bring you to the table if he has to. And if you're staying up late to study? He'll carry you to bed. Don't try to protest.

Beel is your babysitter now and there's nothing you can do about it. It's good to be responsible, but don't think about trying to take care of everyone else if you can't care for yourself. Now eat these twelve meat buns he bought for you.

"MC, let's eat lunch together. I know you were going to skip because I heard you talking to Solomon earlier, and I won't let you. Ah, don't worry about not having money, because I've already bought you some lunch. Let's eat in the courtyard."

Belphie

NO.... IT CAN'T BE... THIS HAS TO BE A NIGHTMARE....HE WANTS TO WAKE UP....

You're such a drag. You harass him to attend student council meetings, but him about his studies, and won't let him avoid a single obligation he has. What are you, his mother?

Has 100% joined forces with Satan to try to make you fall for many, many unsuccessful pranks. Are you curse proof or something? When he tried a '10 hour bed-head' spell on you, it just rebounded right to him! Then he found out that you'd borrowed a spell repelling amulet from Solomon and realized just how prepared you are...

When you aren't bothering his entire soul by trying to make him do things, you're actually nice to talk to. You're knowledgeable, you pay attention to the people around you, and you can always read a room. He likes to ask you for advice sometimes.

"Aren't you tired of being like that all the time? So... attentive, I mean. You should just take a nap some time. Or better yet, take the week off. Maybe I'll teach you how to properly relax? Then you might finally be able to take that stick out of your- ow... What're you hitting me for?"

[weaseltotheface]

WEASELTOTHEFACE'S SUPER MEGA AWESOME BUMBLEBY HIDDEN GEMS REC LIST (part one?)

Have you (yes YOU!) ever read a fic recommendations list and gone

“well SHUCKS all these fics are really swell! But I’ve already read them all!”

have you ever lamented the fact that, sometimes, a fic rec list is just a list of all the fics that everyone already knows are super popular?

Have you ever wanted to read some lesser known fics but the thought of digging through thousands of works is just too daunting?

well look no further! 

I, your esteemed host, a weasel of discerning taste but dubious credentials, am here to shine a light on some of the fandom’s lesser known and underappreciated works! 

From more popular works that I personally feel don’t get the recognition they deserve to a dedicated list of fics that are under 150 kudos you’ll find it here at Weaseltotheface’s Super Mega Awesome Bumbleby Hidden Gems Emporium!

 Under the cut!

Fics under 150 Kudos! (as of list creation lol) 

That’s The Best Part about Dance Clubs (I Can’t Hear You) by  Peanutbutterassistant

Events take place during Volume 7 episode 6 “A Night Off”

“Tonight feels like a night to take risks.” Said Blake.

Joking because she was somewhat uncomfortable, Yang said; “Who are you and what have you done to my partner!?”

Blake hit Yang teasingly in the shoulder. ‘You’re hanging out with your best friend for one night,’ Yang reminded herself, ‘Don’t you dare make this weird or I swear to the gods.’

Waltzing around the truth by Thornwood (i LOVE beacon dance bees bro i love them)

Yang sighed as she looked over the balcony at all those dancing below. She was happy. She was. It was a party and everyone was having fun! Everyone was having fun. So why was she up here just watching the people below and not having fun?

Her palm tingled. It had ever since her dance with Blake. Her friend, Blake. Friend? Why did that seem wrong?

OR

Blake finds Yang after their dance.

Bruises by crazywolf828 (my yangst heart loves beat up yang i can’t deny)

Blake helps Yang when she finds out fights have been taking a bigger toll on Yang than they thought.

And They're Happy To See Our Love Grow by Smokestarrules (i’m a huge sucker for outside perspectives of relationships and i love when Ruby gets to talk bout her sister)

Beside her, Jaune shifts, tearing his eyes away from them and re-focusing on his boots like he doesn't quite know what to say. Then, “they’re- they're in love, aren't they.” It's not a question.

“Yeah,” she says, because she’s never lied to him, not once. “That’s what I think, at least.”

OR:

On the way to Atlas, Blake and Yang are not subtle. They've just gone through a traumatizing experience together, and have finally made up. They're far past regular partners now, and Jaune notices. After all, he knows exactly what that looks like. He's felt it, too.

Night by the Ocean by  Wolfcreations21 (canon divergent)

(Late night convo, soft bees)

After the events of Atlas and their need to flee and find a place to hide, Menagerie (and her parents) had welcomed Blake and her team and friends with open arms. Spending more than a few days and weeks resting and recovering from such a horrible incident- such a horrible failure- it was now time for them to get back in gear and set out to save the world once more.

Tomorrow morning, at least. Because for tonight, Blake and everybody else could forget about all the terrible things they've had to face and would have to face in the future because of Salem...

But for now, they could relax.

Attitudes and Azimuths by  Urist  (team rwby is a family and i cry)

Team RWBY could probably use a break. Some members might need to be convinced of that first, though.

Gold by NezzFoxe

Blake has doubts about the future of team RWBY, or rather just her future with Yang and they have a much needed talk.

Tension by VespertineReverie (like i said, yangst is my bread and butter)

'Yang knocked back the last half of her drink with a scowl. She’d planned out a night on the town with the express intention of forgetting about her current problems rather than dwelling on them, and yet so far dwelling was all she had really accomplished.'

Yang loves Blake but doesn't want to cause a divide between them by airing her feelings. But it turns out her feelings aren't into being buried at the bottom of a bottle.

The Things They Carried Away From Beacon by Kiiratam (not truly a bee fic but bee adjacent enough for me to love. i love post fall of beacon fic and i love outside perspectives)

After the Fall of Beacon, Taiyang and Ruby went back to retrieve team RWBY's things, including Bumblebee. Arriving back home, they sort through what they managed to salvage, and Taiyang learns a bit more about his daughters' team-mates.

Takes place during the autumn to winter time-skip in Volume 3, Chapter 12. (My BMBLB fic index)

Written for Bumbleby Week 2019, Day 2: Meet the Parents.

monsters of normandy woods by WabaJaba (this one is kind of a fucked up eldritch horror thing and might not be for everyone but i really enjoyed it)

They don't need to see that monster's face to know what will happen if it catches them; it has claws, it has teeth, it chatters with voices that aren't its own and all of it can't be explained.

Lost in the Normandy Woods, Blake and Yang have been running from that monster and its only one thing that's kept them alive for all this time - don't look back. Your supplies are dwindling, there's a storm brewing in the air; you've got a few bullets left and you better make them count.

So they run, but they can't hide; there are monsters in these woods and you better start running.

Hope by Ikasury

Watching her fall, Blake remembers the first time they met... and some pieces start falling into place.

(Introspection piece about Blake's thoughts on THAT MOMENT!! from season 8)

Stuff that I think should be more popular than it is! (a range of kudos here more that 150 less than 400 usually)

falling feels like flying 'til the bone crush by sophbees

“Sounds good to me,” Blake says, meeting her eyes with a smirk.

Yang smiles back, holds her gaze for just a bit too long. She watches her ears twitch to the side ever-so-slightly. Sometime in the early part of the second semester Blake had started taking off her ribbon when they were all alone in their room, after Yang had asked if tying her ears up hurt at all. She doesn’t want to make her uncomfortable by staring, but recently there’s been something…addicting about watching Blake. She keeps turning to grin at her during lessons, keeps making sure she’s the one walking next to her in the halls, keeps sitting on her bed when they do homework. She keeps finding herself daydreaming about when Blake’s hands clasped hers during the dance.

It’s not like Yang’s afraid of falling in love, per se, but…it’s kind of like Yang’s afraid of falling in love. Only kind of. Sort of. But there’s no point in reflecting on any of that now.

—

five times yang fell.

You Pick 'Em by Mikotyzini

Yang hosts a dating show. Blake's a contestant.

By The Stars by TophsLegacy  (absolutely delightful hiking au, bees meet on the trail and it’s a great time)

Everyone’s looking for something on the Remnant Cross-Continental Trail. Hiking from one end of Sanus to the other is no small feat. Most seek adventure, some go looking for themselves. Blake knows she’s looking for the latter, while Yang has convinced herself adventure is all she’s after. Over what feels like the longest and shortest months of their lives they confront past demons and admit to harsh truths. They start to find themselves in the trail and in each other along the way.

Stories of Change and Transition by anamatics (The mummy 1999 au, wip)

Yang joined the Atlas Foreign Legion for an arm, not to get stranded deep in the desert in Vacuo with Team CFVY having stumbled upon a frankly terrifying piece of Remnant history that should have stayed buried. Now, three years, later she’s faced with an impossible offer: guide some scholars back to the desert or get shot for treason. Turns out facing your fears isn’t that hard when your life’s on the line.

Blake just wants to stick it to the Atlesian scholars who dismiss her scholarship and won’t let her into the academy because she’s a faunus from KuoKuana that’s risen above her place. She’s heard tell of a place deep in the desert of Vacuo which was once sacred for early faunus, a place that may well sort out the historical origins of the stories of the God of the Animals, but she can’t get there without help.

Or, Blake’s Evie and Yang’s Rick and Weiss is certainly not Jonathan but she is stuck financing this shitshow.

twenty years asleep in a state of grace (come together til we find a way home) by nirav    (tomb raider au and a personal fave of all time, i believe there is a bees schnees version also if you’re interested in that)

“I’m not babysitting you.” Weiss folds her arms over her chest and juts her chin out. She’s not wearing heels, for the first time that Yang can remember in years, and she’s so small. She stopped growing less than a year after they disappeared and Yang had a growth spurt two years later, but Weiss has been the same height the whole time, as if her body gave up on moving forward after they were gone, and it hurts sometimes to remember how caught in the past they both are sometimes, in their own ways. “I don’t know how many more ways to say it, Yang. You’re not the only one who lost them.”

From the Heart by Softlight  (Yang is a baker and it’s wonderful and also angsty)

Yang Xiao Long has seen it all at Patchwork Bakery. Engagements, graduations, birthdays, she’s baked a cake for it all. At least until she gets an order to celebrate the breaking off of an engagement. When she delivers the cake to a certain Faunus, she has no idea how her life will be forever changed. But life isn’t a recipe to follow step by step, and sometimes life requires baking from the heart.

burn it up (photosynthesize and drink up the sunrise) by nirav (wildland firefighter bees i don’t need to say more than that probably)

She could have stayed here forever, fighting house fires and responding to traffic accidents. She sniffs and lets herself be buried in a bear hug, crushed between the familiar smell of aftershave and firehoses. She could have stayed here forever, but she has a plane ticket to California and the small life she’s built here already packed up, promises she made herself still left to keep.

The Aviator and the Engineer by KonstantineXIII (this one is just...a huge personal fave, i’m a sucker for a pacrim au)

“Ranger Xiao Long,” Winter lifted her chin, “The Grimm are coming back. The only question left is this: Would you rather die here, or in a Jaeger?”

-or-

Pacific Rim AU

Concrete Trail by Spinedog (zombies BAYBEE)

Frustration burned as Cinder watched the girl feel for Belladonna's pulse. Her eyes were wide, the skin around the corners crinkled, dark bags clearly visible underneath. A moment later, they closed as she gave a short sigh of relief.

Cinder inhaled, breathing harsh through bared teeth. “Getting tired of fighting yet, Xiao Long?”

-

A lucky warrior, the lone survivor of a powerful family, and a hardened ex-bandit race to escape the ruins of a fallen city. Pursued by humans desperate for power, faunus desperate for revenge, and mindless Grimm, an unlikely bond begins to form between an exhausted protector and the shadow that is always one step behind her.

Stuff that’s already popular but I don’t see on rec lists a lot!

The Vale Voice by Mikotyzini 

Blake sees The Vale Voice - the only Faunus-run newspaper in Vale - as her way to help better the lives of Faunus. Unfortunately, The Voice has fallen on hard times, but a deal with a prospective advertiser might be just the break they need. The only question is...how will she react when the ideals and beliefs she's held for so long are challenged by someone she never saw coming?

skewed by lakes and seas by lescousinsdangereux (post volume 6 fic, a personal fave)

Adam is gone, Atlas is unforgiving, and Yang is patient. Blake is coming to find that reflections are kinder when the surface is intact.

(aka everyone loves Blake and wants her to thrive)

the home inside your head by writeriguess (wip, hasn’t updated in a while but defintely worth a read because its really good)

While renovating her house, Yang takes in a friend of Weiss’ who needs a place to regroup after ending things with an abusive ex.

Blake learns how renovating a house can look a lot like recovery.

She presses hope between her ribs like petals between pages and thinks of new beginnings, of growth.

-

at least it was here by usoverlooked (an older one, 2017, college au, one i’ve read many times lol)

Everyone moves in the second day of August. Someone orders pizza and Weiss announces in no uncertain terms that they’re going to have a party on Saturday, and everyone needed to mark ‘attending’ on her Facebook invite.

“Is this what college is like?” Ruby asks.

“There’s more alcohol and crying,” Nora says

Star-Crossed by Mikotyzini  (super cool world building with this one, another i’ve read many times lol)

Blake joined the Intergalactic Space Alliance to protect innocent lives and maintain peace across the increasingly-dangerous universe. As she embarks upon her first solo mission, however, she's forced to question everything she's ever known about herself and the world around her. She was trained for a battle between good and evil - what happens when life isn't so simple?

Flight by pugoata 

AU: Blake is disillusioned: with her career in the White Fang Ballet, with her oppressive boyfriend and ballet master, and her life in general. A chance visit to the Shattered Moon Circus, however, introduces her to trapeze artist and aerial dancer Yang, who offers to teach Blake how to fly. As she learns to let go and trust in the people who catch her, she falls in more ways than one when it comes to Yang.

“Blake,” Sienna says, calmly. “Have you lost your goddamn mind?”

And maybe she has. After all, Blake can't just run away and join the circus.