#convo: bash

[manticorecure]

worlds most tormented girl vs worlds most well spoken hamster

[theobrowningfd]

Who: @drtamarahayes and Theo

Where: Bonfire, Beach Bash

When: August 2024

"Okay, so I've got the marshmallows, the chocolate, the Graham crackers, and the skewers," he said as he brought over two of everything for himself and Tamara before sitting down next to her. "Am I forgetting anything?" He asked, his blue eyes reflecting off the red and oranges of the flames from the bonfire. It was a beautiful night and though it was warm, he hoped it would stay that way, but he wouldn't mind cuddling up with Tamara next to the bonfire. "The kids already have like three each so I cut them off. However, we can still have some."

[notyourdaisybuchanan]

these happen within ten minutes of each other

[likethexan]

Themis and Hera being on friendly terms is underrated. They probably (absolutely) bitch about Zeus together a LOT

[byanyan]

Who would you be on a pirate crew?

Cook

You probably lied your way into the crew and no one would be surprised if that were to turn out to be the case. Though you tend to be the friendly neighborhood kleptomaniac, the delicious meals you make using just moldy bread, dried beef and something that resembles cheese outshine your other not-so-appreciated talents. Your loyalty also very much depends on the context of the situation and it's been quite a long time since you chose 'work smart, not hard' as the motto to live by. It's way more enjoyable to engage in a questionably motivated but civilized conversation with the enemy than bash their head in with your boot. That habit backfiring will probably be the very reason for your ultimate demise but living in the moment is more your style.

tagged by:ㅤ@ratwhsprs ♡♡♡

[professionaljester]

[simplydnp]

Stop im rewatching why dan is leaving me bc of ur post theyre so disgustingly domestic i adore them

sometimes i watch that video just to feel something

[mrthology]

did you and Ashilrak fucking kick anyone you don't like from your servers???? asshole move the both of you. you're both dicks and deserve whatever shit you got and more jesus fucking christ. you both think you're so amazing but you're assholes who don't allow freedom of expression and conversations about flaws in media. You both fucking suck, and Ashilrak is even worse for being a coward and turning off anon. Go cut yourself

bestie are you okay??? is "discourse" over a children's series this important to you????

[muppet-hell]

Hey better idea

Damien Leone's computer and hard drives get checked

We are now going into movie three (3) of a man making extreme gore films where the slasher primarily kills women.

"But Art has killed men-"

Who gets the most violent most goriest on screen deaths in the movies? The women. They are the ones being brutally murdered and tortured for the sole reason that they are a woman and Art's primary target. And now a child.

"B-but it's fiction"

Fiction effects reality. It ain't gonna take long before someone imitates Art. Christ for all we know someone has. Leone is a sick man. He's making snuff level movies who's demographic seemed to be woman hating incels, but once brought into mainstream with the sequel it grew a fanbase and became marketable. I pray to whatever god there is we never get a 4th film.

Damien Leone shutting a hater up. he is a legend

*by the way, if you can’t separate fiction from reality and believe people get killed in real life while making a horror movie, maybe movies just aren’t for you

[shinebrightlikea-sapphire]

Sapphire had only meant to stay out for a little while. She should have known better given she'd said those famous last words before. Being back home had slowly taken its toll, chipped away at her resolve. Now that Alex was okay- she had Jesse, she had Logan- and baby Lexa was here... Her urge to run was just under the surface.

Instead, she'd reconnected with her old friend: tequila.

By the time it was obvious she'd overdone it, it was too late. She scrolled through her phone at names she couldn't speak: Jake. Sophia, Scarlett. Baby. They couldn't save her, she couldn't ask them. Instead, she stumbled and almost knocked into---

"Beth? Ohmygod, hi. So- So sorry, I didn't hurt you, right?" she reached out for Beth's hand to make sure but ended up holding onto her to not fall over. Sapphire hadn't really spoken with her since Logan's beach bash. Another low point. "Wait, I have to tell you something---," she whispered (or, at least thought she was). "You look reeeeally pretty."

@bethlevesque

[emiradursun]

( closed starter for: @axel-mathis ) location: oasis rave

Emira had been taking shots and dancing with friends all while peeking over to see where Axel would be, hoping his eyes were on her. She lost track of him for a little while until they locked eyes again and she ran her eyes down and back up his body slowly, smirking at him. The moment was ruined when a random person took off her cowboy hat to try it on themselves which annoyed her. A few moments later, she made her way over to Axel and sighed. "It's cute when you try on my hat but now it's just getting annoying when other people do it," she said with a chuckle, moving close enough to him. "Having fun so far?"

[hresvelged]

She had her doubts on Goneril's state from the way Hilda replied and her body language, but it was not as if Hresvelg was any different. It would take time and effort. Even then, the waves of destruction left a mark on history for centuries to come.

Edelgard moved forward. "Is it truly so strange for me to be here..?" She already knew this answer, but she asked it anyways. "You aren't the first to tell me this, either." A pause. "It isn't wrong, I admit. I don't tend to frequent outings of this nature. Call it curiosity." Was it one? Partially, but it wasn't a random decision. In the end, the finer details made little difference. She was here now.

"The.. one? Ah, not quite.." When it was phrased like the way Hilda put it, Edelgard crossed her arms and stared plainly. "What of yourself?"

continued from here

'Weird would be one means to put it," she says. "Things may never go back to the way they were completely." That is simply the reality of war; of its hardships those stakes claim in. She won't divulge into it any further at an event meant to lighten spirits. "Even so, it's good to hear you've been well. I presume you've been back to Goneril since then..?"

There is one part of her that wants to further ask how it is. There is another that feels she should save the question for later. Edelgard opts for the latter and settles with the simple inquire she leaves hanging in the air.

"There is no need to thank me, but I appreciate it all the same." Settling one hand on her hips, she studies Hilda with eyes alone. "I did what I must. Now that we are here, though.. It would be remiss not to have some respite. I would guess this sort of gathering is more up your alley than mine."

Hilda's eyes fluttered shut for a moment; no longer than what one might presume to be a slow blink, but it was the image of Goneril destroyed that she saw behind her eyelids. She opened them again, banishing the image. "Um... Yeah. It's... Well, it'll take some time to rebuild, that's for sure." An unconvincing laugh punctuated the sentence.

The change of subject was a welcome one. "Yeah! Fogado and Dorothea have done such an amazing job organising -- my only complaint is that I didn't think of it myself first!" Though it would have surely been a lot of effort to plan and facilitate the event, Hilda wouldn't consider doing things she truly enjoyed to be work.

"I must say, I was surprised to see you here, though." She eyed Edelgard for a moment, thinking. Could her hint refer to the princess..? "Have you found the one yet?"

@hresvelged

[sematarygirls]

                      Salt &&. Secrets (SMAU.ᐟ)

summary: what started as a fun hobby quickly became more when your anonymous gossip blog unexpectedly began gaining traction after "kook king" rafe cameron discovered your writings about him and publicly bashed you, vowing to discover your identity.

       NAV ! Part Three. Part Four. Part Five.

notes .ᐟ things are heating up in the villa... rafe and reader are gonna have more convos at the country club, and obviously, a voicemail won't work every time, so if anyone has any suggestions, i will kiss you 🙏

taglist .ᐟ @kyranheyward @theeternaloptimistt @lovinqbella @glitterybombshell @thebumbqueen @zyafics @psychicnatural @fortheloveofwbb @a-lovers-card @rafesangelita @colbysbrocks @shincidios @memoirofasparklemuff1n @drwstarkeys @k-k0129 @lilithblackkk @hewwokitti @hwaaholic @loveu-always @ietss @cl4uus @blckbrrybasket @vanessa-rafesgirl @emmasclaws @fandomhopped @enthusiastms @writinqfever

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[ordinary-barbie]

slide tackling my mind.

frat!rafe x black!fem!reader

summary: when Ruthie makes a quip about your relationship with Rafe, it sends you into a spiral of doubt. Luckily, Rafe is there to reassure you through it all.

tags: language, pet names ("babe" and "baby"), reader is insecure and has anxiety, implications of racism, allusions to sex but no smut, no usage of y/n, Ruthie kinda sucks

word count: 2.6k

note: title from the song "slide tackle" by Japanese Breakfast!

It was the most wonderful time of the year. No, not Christmas—college spring break. This semester had been a bit hectic, and you were ready to have no responsibilities or obligations except relaxing on the beach with your gorgeous boyfriend.

Boyfriend. Sometimes, you still couldn't believe this was your life—it's like you'd won the lottery. And you had Sofia, your best friend and freshman year roomie, to thank for that. She'd taken you to your fair share of frat parties last year, but one particular bash last semester changed everything. Sofia had played matchmaker, orchestrating a meeting between you and Rafe Cameron, and the rest was history. (You really needed to send her a gift basket with your eternal gratitude.)

You inhaled deeply, letting the smell of the salty beach air fill your nostrils. You'd only been in St. Petersburg for a few hours but had already been endeared by the place. It was gorgeous—you could look at that beautiful beachfront view forever.

"Nice view. The girl looking at it is even prettier, though." You smiled, turning to face Rafe. His blonde buzzcut glinted in the evening sun, and his ocean blue eyes shone with affection for you. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you closer to him and tenderly kissing your forehead.

"Thinking we should all check out the boardwalk before dinner," Rafe said. "You down?"

Unfortunately, you and Rafe didn't have paradise all to yourselves. Rafe had invited Sofia and her boyfriend, Dylan, as well as his two best friends, Topper and Kelce, which was fine—you especially had a soft spot for Kelce's girlfriend, Aimee, who was in the same sorority as Sofia. The one issue was Topper's girlfriend, Ruthie, who went to Duke but would be joining you all since her school had spring break at the same time as UNC.

Ruthie hadn't said or done anything to you to cause the uneasiness you felt around her, but you could just tell she didn't like you for some reason. She never talked to you or made you feel included in group convos. Anxiety swirled in your gut, making you wonder if you'd slighted her in some way. But for Rafe's sake, you planned to squash down your feelings and act like it didn't fill you with dread to be in close living quarters with Ruthie for a week.

"That sounds great!" you chirped, hoping your performance was convincing. Rafe smiled softly, pecking you on the cheek before returning into the house.

-

"That food was literally so good—I think if I eat another bite, I'll explode," you joked, rubbing your stomach satisfiedly.

After taking a little stroll down the boardwalk (and stopping to take copious photos), your group decided to eat at a cute waterfront restaurant for dinner. Rafe insisted on paying for you, so you indulged, especially when it came to dessert—you'd had a key lime pie that made you want to get down on one knee and propose marriage.

Aimee and Sofia giggled, agreeing with you. Ruthie smiled thinly before returning to her phone. You pretended that her reaction wasn't a blow to your self-confidence.

"We should go back to the beach and watch the sunset!" Sofia suggested. "I've heard the sunsets here are so beautiful."

Aimee squealed, clapping her hands together. "Ok, yes! We defo have to get some sunset pics!"

"Ames, does everything you do have to be documented for the gram?" you joked.

Aimee playfully rolled her eyes. "Oh, please. You're gonna take sunset pics too, don't even lie." You snorted. Guilty as charged.

You looked down at your phone for a second, checking your notifications and responding to some texts. When you looked back up, you could feel the intensity of Ruthie's gaze, like she was sizing you up. Suddenly, you felt like a zoo animal being kept behind bars for Ruthie to gawk at.

Rafe squeezed your knee under the table as he chatted with Topper, snapping you out of your anxious thoughts. You leaned into your boyfriend, nuzzling his neck and inhaling the familiar scent of his cologne. You appreciated Rafe for bringing you momentary comfort.

-

Sofia was right—the sunset was absolutely breathtaking. The sky was a swirl of vibrant colors: pinks, oranges, yellows, and reds. You snapped an aesthetic pic for your Instagram stories and took group shots with Sofia and Aimee. Ruthie was content to lay out on the beach, taking selfies in her bikini.

You allowed yourself to feel content—and then the shrieking started. Sofia and Aimee ran into some of their sorority sisters and got wrapped up chatting with them and taking pictures with their massive sorority flag. The boys were clowning around in the water, leaving you and Ruthie alone. And as usual, she was staring.

"Can I help you?" you asked jokingly, hoping to lighten the lingering tension in the air.

Ruthe jumped, startled that you'd actually spoken to her. She quickly regained her composure, flipping her hair and pursing her lips together. "I just think it's interesting that Rafe is dating you. You're just...different from the other girls he's dated before. You don't really seem like his type."

Ruthie had grown up with Rafe in the Outer Banks, so you knew she'd seen her share of past girlfriends. You had an idea of what she meant: you weren't blonde or blue-eyed; you couldn't be mistaken for a Hadid or a Jenner sister.

"Oh, because I'm not white?" you quipped, raising an eyebrow. You weren't stupid—you knew that you didn't exactly fit into Rafe's world. It was one thing for Rafe to date someone who wasn't in Greek life, but the fact that you were also a Black woman? You knew that raised some eyebrows, but hearing Ruthie say the quiet part out loud stung.

Ruthie froze for a second, then smirked. "I'm just surprised he's stayed with you this long. I honestly thought Rafe was going through a phase."

You bristled. A phase. As if Rafe was just dating you to seem quirky and different and piss off his parents. As if you were some kind of experiment.

Your lip wobbled, but you refused to let Ruthie see you cry and pick on you for being weak. "Fuck you, Ruthie."

"Wow, real classy," Ruthie snarked.

You rolled your eyes, already so over this conversation. Ruthie snorted, returning to her phone, and you did the same, aimlessly scrolling through Instagram to distract yourself. However, your mind couldn't help but fixate on what Ruthie had said and how small it made you feel. You thought you were over the insecurity you felt about dating Rafe. His friends seemed to like you, especially Topper and Kelce. But Ruthie managed to cut deep without saying much at all.

You wanted to curl up into a ball and disappear. Your brain was buzzing with a litany of negative thoughts, and there was suddenly a dull ache in your chest.

Sofia and Aimee returned, arm in arm, blissfully unaware of the shit that just went down. You plastered on a smile, trying to push those pesky feelings to the furthest corners of your mind.

It wasn't enough, though. You weren't enough. And the more you dwelled on what Ruthie had said, the more you started to believe her.

-

You found yourself pulling away from Rafe. You shrugged off his arm when he tried to put it around you after coming out of the water and then continued to stay distant on the ride back to the beach house. Now it was bedtime, and you were lying in bed, staring off into space while Rafe scrolled through TikTok next to you.

You hated seeing how Rafe's face fell as you continuously rejected his attempts at affection. But that nagging critical voice in your head just wouldn't shut up. Your self-doubt was a mosquito, constantly buzzing buzzing buzzing in your ears. You sniffled, finally succumbing to your sadness and letting the tears fall.

"Baby, please talk to me," Rafe pleaded, gently tugging at the covers draped over your body. "Did I do something wrong?"

You slowly sat up in bed, wiping your eyes before turning to face Rafe. "I don't think we're a good fit for each other," you said, the words feeling bitter on your tongue.

Rafe let out a nervous laugh, furrowing his eyebrows in confusion. "What are you talking about, baby?"

You wrapped your arms around your body self-consciously. "I'm not the kind of girl you should be with. You need a rich blonde sorority girl who would look great on your arm at the country club. Someone nice, who isn't a fucking anxious mess all the time." You were rambling now, your shaky attempt to self-sabotage this relationship. Not that you deserved it, anyway.

Rafe's jaw ticked. "No," he simply replied.

"No?" you echoed. "But Rafe, I'm—"

"I don't want those other girls!" Rafe interrupted, firmly shaking his head. "Been there, fuckin' done that. I like you, all right?"

You scoffed, refusing to believe him. "Ruthie said I'm not your usual type. That you're just in a phase. And she's right, Rafe. Guys like you don't go for girls like me."

"Ruthie said that?" Rafe's eyes blazed with anger. "What the actual fuck."

"But she's right, though," you repeated. "I’m not like the other girls you’ve dated before—I’ve seen your Instagram. Honestly, I’m just waiting for the rug to be pulled from under me and this to all be revealed as some practical joke.”

You forced out a chuckle, but Rafe wasn't laughing. He said your name sternly, beckoning you to come closer. You sat in his lap and let him wrap his arms around you.

“Ruthie doesn’t know shit,” he said bluntly. “I care about you—a lot. You’re amazing. Honestly, I don’t think I deserve you! Fuck whatever she said to you. This isn’t a fucking phase. You’re it for me, baby.”

Rafe's words tugged at your heartstrings. He was looking at you so tenderly; it silenced the whispers of self-doubt, making them disappear into the ether. You suddenly felt so much lighter, and your lips curled into a small smile.

Rafe smiled warmly at you, taking your hand and rubbing small circles on the back of it with his thumb. You loved it when he did this—it was always so soothing and grounding and got you out of your head.

"Ruthie's a cunt," you muttered, eliciting a chuckle from Rafe.

"I honestly don't know what Top sees in her," Rafe admitted.

You shrugged. "She's hot, and Topper is...Topper."

Rafe wrapped his arms around your waist, kissing your neck. "You're hotter. And much more fun to be around."

You giggled, and Rafe looked at you like you hung the moon in the sky. "I love your laugh, baby."

"Yeah? What else do you like about me?" you asked, a playful glint in your eye.

Rafe started kissing every part of you that was in reach—your cheeks, your neck, even your nose. "So much. Gonna have to write a fuckin' book about it," he murmured, running his hands up and down your body.

You gasped, feeling Rafe's bulge pressing against you. "Rafe, you're hard."

Rafe chuckled, nipping at your neck. "'Course I'm hard. I have a hot girl in my lap."

"Well, let's do something about that then," you teased, fiddling with the elastic of his sweatpants.

Rafe growled, pinning you to the bed. "Gonna fuck you so good tonight, baby."

He kissed down your body, making you moan with pleasure. Normally, you'd be more self-conscious about being vocal in bed with other people around, but fuck it. Your hot boyfriend was about to rail you, and you didn't care who knew about it.

-

Topper and Kelce snickered as you and Rafe entered the kitchen the next morning, while Sofia's boyfriend covered his mouth to stifle his laughter. "Y'all have a good time last night?" Topper teasingly questioned.

"Oh, we had a great time," Rafe said, smirking widely. You rolled your eyes, trying and failing to hide your grin.

"I guess some people forgot that their room is right next to me and Topper," Ruthie snarked. "Maybe turn down the porn star noises a bit next time, ___."

"A pleasure to see you as always, Ruthie," you deadpanned, making a beeline for the box of donuts on the kitchen island.

Rafe cleared his throat, glancing at Topper. "Hey Top, can we talk in private for a sec?"

"Sure, man," Topper said, following Rafe out of the kitchen.

Sofie and Aimee joined you at the kitchen island, grabbing some donuts—though they seemed hungrier for gossip. "What's going on with you and Ruthie?" Sofia whispered. "That's the first time I've heard y'all talk to each other, like, ever."

You sighed, getting into what went down on the beach last night. Aimee's jaw dropped open, while Sofia was seething.

"I'm about to throw hands," Sofia muttered, staring daggers at Ruthie, who was absorbed with her phone yet again. "Nobody talks to my bestie like that!"

You laughed, shaking her head. "You're not throwing hands, Sof."

Sofia turned back to you, softening her gaze. "It's just so fucked up that someone would go out of their way to belittle you like that. You are a total catch, and Rafe thinks so too. Who cares what she thinks?"

You felt a warm feeling in your chest at Sofia's words. You were so lucky to have such a supportive friend in your corner, and honestly didn't know what you'd do without this girl in your life.

Your ears perked up when you heard Rafe and Topper return to the kitchen. Topper went up to Ruthie, a stony expression on his face. "Ruthie. Let's go outside—we need to talk."

Ruthie looked up from her phone, furrowing her brow but following Topper outside anyway.

"Rafe...what did you say to him?" you cautiously asked your boyfriend.

Rafe shrugged. "Basically told him his girlfriend was being a bitch to you."

You felt your cheeks grow hot. "Rafe, you didn't have to do that—"

"Yes, I did," Rafe said firmly. "I had to stick up for my girl."

"Simp!" Kelce jeered.

Rafe flipped Kelce off before wrapping his arms around you, burying his head in the crook of your neck to inhale your scent.

Suddenly, the front door opened with a bang, and Ruthie stormed up the stairs, looking livid.

"Shit, what happened out there?" Rafe asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Told her I didn't like the way she was speaking to ____ and that we should break up," Topper casually replied.

"Thank fuck," Rafe muttered.

"Aw, Top. You'd really blow up your entire relationship for me?" you quipped, dramatically putting your hand on your heart.

"You're my best friend's girl," Topper responded, shrugging his shoulders. "And you're my friend."

You launched yourself into Topper's arms, giving him a bear hug. "Thanks, Top."

Topper chuckled, patting your back. "Don't mention it."

Ruthie stomped down the stairs, leaving the house without a second glance at anyone else.

"Don't let the door hit you on the way out!" Aimee called after her.

-

With Ruthie gone, you felt like you could finally breathe easily. After breakfast, you and the rest of the gang headed back to the beach to relax. You took a book out of your bag, a cozy little romance novel, while Rafe laid next to you, getting a tan.

"Lemme put some sunscreen on you," Rafe said, already rummaging through your bag for the bottle.

"You just want an excuse to put your hands all over me, you perv," you accused, arching an eyebrow.

"I can't believe you think so little of me. I just want to make sure your skin is protected from the sun...and I want an excuse to put my hands all over you."

You snorted, putting your book down and lying on your stomach. As Rafe gently caressed your body and rubbed in the sunscreen, you felt totally content. You wanted to bottle this moment up—just you and Rafe, in your own little world, enjoying each other's company.

You belonged at his side, and vice versa, no matter what anyone else thought.

[74thcookie]

Left over brainrot

In this imma just layout random things I cannot put into a drawing nor in a story written way.

Shamil was called an “adopted brother” since his personality not fitting his brothers. He hates being called adopted and seeing actual orphan siblings (Vanilla and Recluse) being alike even though they might not be blood related. Shamil releases his anger on them hence why he bullied the brothers when they were children till high school.

Recluse strongly dislikes Shamil and blames Sage for not looking after his brother or spoiling him to become such a menace. Recluse changed his ways of being the sweet child to the bitter child in order to protect vanilla from shamils bullying

Shamil fell head over heels with this new Recluse. As revenge Recluse agrees with the relation. Nurture Shamil affection towards him to the point he knows he won’t take any stupid actions after. Once he knows Shamil is in his grasp, he dumps him and list down all the reason why Shamil is an annoying piece of shit.

Meanwhile Vanilla saw the broke up and witness Recluses plan being a success but he didn’t felt happy especially after observing Shamil’s behavior from afar while being protected by Recluse.

Shamil’s expression of utter defeat and pain awoken something in Vanilla and he can’t tell what it is. He then continue to observe Shamil even till they graduated from high school and college.

Fortune did his best raising his brothers and takes odd jobs. His already acquaint with the black market from the help of Black raisin and white lily. (Especially Golden cheese since it’s money)

When Fount resigned. Fortune felt so guilty due to him not helping fount fight or save the overwhelmed student. He just froze as the events happened, in his free time he look far and wide to find Fount so he can thank him. Sage refuse to tell him where Fount is or if he is dead, where is his grave. He can’t ask Shamil because of Recluse. His left to search on his own.

Fount used to be part of an equivalent of a syndicate or mafia like group. He runs the place with Dark Enchantress till her retirement. He uses the money he gain from working from her to make the academia. His well loved by their community in the dark business but due to being traumatized from both the workload form the academia and killing a student he could have saved. He has went insane and some of the bad memories he had of his youth also mixed inside his mind. Making the voices he cannot shut at night.

Recluse after hearing the students complaints about the Sage, decided to join in on the convo and accidentally making a chain of misinformation about the Sage in a bad light. He realize that some of his words are taken out of context by the students and became of a validity for bashing Sages image. He remembers the events that happened to Fount and it now dawn on him that Sage has not taken a break at all. The man is burnt out. He only fully realize his fault when he witness Sage crash out crying on Vanilla . His not supposed to be there but his action though not intentionally suppose to hurt the Sage, has done a lot of damage.

He decided to apologize to the Sage the next day but forgot its the end of the school year and Sage is now on his leave.

Shamil after the breakup and all didn’t really change his ways of being a menace but has calm down on picking on people. He and his friends made a group called the beast for content creation.

Shamil is smart and manage to make the groups marketing a success but it does made him feel tired. He crave for the simple life where he and his brothers were still poor and only wanted to live. The little comfort he had that ain’t his brothers was the my melody plushie they got for him on his birthday. Out of curiosity he watches content related to my melody and boy was he hooked for some reason, from the episodes, shorts to the radio stream. All the positive healing content my melody gave him got him at peace then it dawned on him. This might be his guilty pleasure or something since he can’t really show this to the public. It became his secret.

Vanilla meanwhile was bored one day after comforting so many people and being all nice. He has no regrets helping others but he also desires something new. He looks at the gifts the children gave him and received a kuromi doll. The reason the child gave him it is due to their belief that he can fix her or something. In confusion he watch content related to kuromi and well, it reminded him of Shamil like a lot plus her aesthetic is fun for him to look at, it’s not something he’d wear but something he want to have in his house. Hence the start in joining a fandom.

During school break and recluses day off, he watches the videos that the students gave him, one got his interest which was a stream of Mama Berry crying from a horror game and cursing a ton in such a graceful yet pathetic way. He find it funny and made him snap out of his guilt relating to Sage. He notice that she just started steaming and she already popular with the people. She became his favorite but something about her that reminded him of someone that full of themselves.

When the school year begins once again. Recluse observe Sages actions and notice he somewhat changed. His attitude is less tense than before, even the student crack jokes about the change telling the Sage that what he needed this whole time was a break.

Though some students still hated him, Recluse can’t help that is probably a reason as to why that is.

Sage avoided Recluse like the plague. Not because of the rumors but because he thinks Recluse still hated him. He knows Recluse has a dislike for him because of Shamil but he probably hate him for being him.

Fortune found out where fount resides after watching mama Berrys stream with recluse. He recognize the small faint voice in her stream, at first he finds it funny that her brother has a very motherly voice compared to his sister but it made him realize. That voice is exactly the Founts just aged in a softer tone. He knows now the fount is alive and knows mama berrys identity. (He didn’t tell Recluse since he thinks he still hates the Sage)

Fortune stalks the Fount through the studyhub Shamil owns. He didn’t realize that the Fount could working there but here he is in plain sight. His instincts though can tell something’s wrong with the fount.

At night he sneaks in the studyhub to check if there’s some clues of what the fount is like after all those years.. unfortunately he wasn’t sneaky enough. The fount caught him.

They had an agreement that every Friday night, Fortune will give the fount check ups for his health since he is avoiding public appearances and records in exchange for the fount not killing him. ( but he had his goal anyway of knowing the fount so it’s a win win).

-End-

Sorry this is long but those are the ones I know I won’t be able to draw but it’s in my brain and I might forget

P.S:

After Shamil and Vanilla discovered their love for cute stuff, every Friday they hangout and “play”. They became official after months of playing and dates knowing each other but both decide to keep it a secret since it’s awkward for the others to know. The one who knows is the beast and ancient group.

[annievrse]

chapstick & cherry blossoms

dazai x reader —ᡣ𐭩 blurb c/w: mention of suicide (it's dazai what do u expect) a/n: inspired by that one wan! ep where atsushi and dazai's convo literally broke my heart into a million pieces and i was left writhing in pain on the floor :)

“Hey, what flavour is your chapstick?” You ask Dazai, who lays his head in your lap. The breeze is passing through the cherry blossom tree above you, and the rustling of the flowers is a welcome distraction from the stress of a day at the agency.

“Why? So you can tell me it's the one you poisoned?”

“No,” You giggle, covering his eyes with your hand and looking up at the flowers. “I just liked the taste when you kissed me.”

Turning your attention back to him, Dazai's cheeks flush pink, which rarely happens, making your chest hurt. He pulls your palm off his face and brings your knuckles to his lips.

"If you did poison it, I think it would be a perfect way to go," Dazai mumbles into your skin. "Your lips on mine and a hundred cherry blossoms raining down on us."

You almost roll your eyes at his cheesy line, but the ache in your sternum grows after you process his words. "I'd prefer you didn't go at all."

Your soft confession makes Dazai's heart skip a beat, and for a moment, he forgets how to breathe. He's speechless for the first time in a while, and he can barely believe you've just expressed such vulnerability. He only wishes he could, too.

Instead of replying, Dazai shakes his head softly, turning his head away to peer at the park before you. His lack of eye contact doesn't irk you; you know he finds it hard to face intimacy, especially when you're not afraid to voice your thoughts.

"You have to stop doing that."

You barely hear him. "Doing what?"

The park falls silent, and it's like the universe is waiting for his answer alongside you.

"Making me feel human," Dazai sits up, his hair falling over his eyes. The silence rings in your ears as you stare at him.

"Osamu, look at me," You reach for his hand that lays limply by his side.

The man, whose personality is sometimes comparable to that of a child, shakes his head and tucks his hands into his coat pockets. The action draws a laugh from you and a smile from him. "Don't wanna."

Your head falls to the side, contemplating him. "Please?"

Dazai rolls his eyes dramatically and turns his head toward you, lips pouting.

You pinch his cheek between your thumb and forefinger, causing his face to warm. "I'm serious, 'Samu. You're so special to me, I really don't know what I'd do without you."

"Pish," Dazai mutters with an upturn of his lips, though you can see unguarded pain and bashfulness in his gaze. Ignoring your previous statement, Dazai lays back down, his head returning to your lap. Closing his eyes, you notice he's still tense.

You push the brown locks off his forehead and lean down to kiss the crease between his eyebrows. With your hand resting on the side of his face, your thumb brushes his cheekbone, admiring the flutter of his eyelashes against his skin.

"I live to make you feel human," You whisper, feeling warm, wet streaks run over the back of your hand.

And then the sounds of the world come rushing back. The cherry blossom tree has stopped swaying, yet the pink petals still delicately fall to meet you on the floor.