#either way im on the floor wheezing

[as-i-watch]

I cant decide whats funnier: Zoro being like 'i had no choice but to fuck shit up i was with Luffy' or Law reacting to hearing Luffy's name like he was his nemesis instead of an ally

[seraphicsentences]

HEY! i knwo your on a break but just incase your bored could you write reader sending spicy texts2 streamer!ellie while shes on like a boss level, and then after ‘raging’ at reader for making her lose, she comes back as if the chat isnt questioning the sounds coming from the other room (silly girl forgot to mute)

hi. tumblr j deleted all my edits to this. i’m rage quitting and j posting this version i banged out in the span of 15 minutes 😀 anyways.

FUCK i’m sorry i know this took fucking forever and now i’m delivering mediocrity. loved this req either way this was smf to write. hope you enjoy sweet girl ;)

me when i disappear for a month and come back only to deliver pure dog shit. 🤪🤪

“-KID JUST GOT FUCKING DESTROYED, FUCKING BITCH.”

it was a late friday night, which meant ellie was streaming in her room, and you were supposed to be studying.

this week ellie was hosting a special in celebration of hitting 10k subscribers, and was grinding away to finally defeat Resident Evil’s final boss.

you could hear the chat dinging away with message after message, no doubt blasting ellie with compliments on her play, and the occasional comment thirsting over her hands or whatnot. it was nothing new— you’d seen the countless edits of her on your own social media page, and even had a folder of your own favorites saved away on a burner account.

“let me suck your fing- WHAT?! that is a crazy thing to say,” you could hear ellie’s shocked voice. “either way, chat, i’m married…”

“where’s my ring? UP YOUR ASS. c’mon, leave me be, guys,” ellie jokingly whined, bantering with her obsessive fanbase.

you held back a smile of your own, hand pressed to your mouth as she continued to scold the chat for their outrageously filthy messages. what a dork.

“alright alright, im muting the chat. love you guys but i gotta focus now! this is serious shit and i’m low on ammo now, hah-ha,” ellie spoke to the screen, words slightly muffled through the thin wall.

in the living room papers lay strewn across the floor, couch littered with eraser shavings and crumpled post-it notes, yourself splayed atop it all.

studying was a long-forgotten task you abandoned to instead sweep lazily through your camera roll, attempting to clear up some much needed storage.

you stopped abruptly at the thumbnail of an old video, in which depicted a downright sinful image of ellie’s bared neck for you as she arched back in pleasure.

you quite literally salivated at the veins that adorned her sweat-glistened skin, naked chest that was just covered by the play button in the center, goading you to click it.

quiet sounds of ellie’s desperate moans picked up, her head coming up look just above the camera and deliver the most pathetically fucked-out look.

“ple-ease can i cum, mommy?” she whined, voice breaking with every thrust of your fingers, wet squelching in the background a sign of her neediness.

“let me hear you, baby,” you heard yourself coo through the screen, the video becoming shaky as you picked up your pace— before suddenly ending on accident right as ellie let out a strangled whimper.

you met it with one of your own, frustrated with being left on an unfinished high, the throbbing at your core impossible to ignore.

your thighs shifted against one another, wetness pooling in your underwear as you replayed ellie’s final sound in your head over and over again.

your trance was broken by the sound of a frustrated groan coming from behind ellie’s door.

“fuck, i got it this time, i got it, swear,” she cursed as the game’s recognizable ‘revive’ audio cue played.

she could just do this again next week, right?

without a second longer of thinking, you quickly screen-shotted a clear frame from the video, shooting it ellie’s way and sending a quick text to follow.

~~

ellie choked on her own spit as she clicked the blur away. cough- “fuck-“ wheeze- “shit-“ hack- “sorry, guys, j choked on my own saliva.”

what the fuck? what games were you trying to play?

you groaned, hearing the firing of guns continue on alongside ellie’s commentary.

sliding your panties aside, you spread your legs to display the mess between them, snapping a quick picture.

you shot back another text.

“just one more hit, one more one more one m- i- fuck,” you hear ellie stutter. “oh fuck, yep… and i’m dead, ‘kay, sorry guys just give me like 5 i’ll be back. gotta take care of something.”

you heard the slam of her headphones hitting the table and a screech of her chair sliding back against the hardwood floors.

the door swung open, the look in ellie’s eyes making your heart race with anticipation.

“hey els, good game?” you asked innocently from your position on the couch, legs crossed with your arm resting over the back.

“good game? yeah, great game actually,” she replies sarcastically, sauntering her way over to you. “you didn’t happen to need something, did you?” she asks, hopping onto the couch and quirking an eyebrow up.

“me? no…” you trail off as she leans in to brush a kiss across your lips.

“no?” she tucks your hair aside, before leaning in to whisper, “you mind spreading those pretty legs for me then, baby? i just want a look.”

“els,” you whine, attempting to catch her mouth in a kiss.

she avoids it, dipping down instead to rasp words against your racing pulse, “show me.”

you uncross your legs slowly, a damp patch darkening the very center of your shorts.

ellie grabs the leg closest to her, swiveling your body in one swift move to face her direction, placing that leg over the back of the couch as she runs her other hand up your opposing leg.

“fuck, els, i need you,” you say breathlessly, hips bucking into the air.

“let’s get these off,” she replies with a squeeze, tugging at your waistband. “wanna tell me what’s got you texting me like a slut in the middle of my stream? was it the video? my video?”

she dips her thumb into your leaking hole, swiping your arousal up in a messy circle over your aching clit.

“ah- shit! yes, fuck, y’sounded s-so pretty in it, els,” you moaned, nerves overly sensitive from the wait. “please,” you cried out, unsure of what exactly you were begging for, but you needed more.

“so fuckin’ needy,” ellie laughs under her breath, relishing in the loud groan that escapes your lips when she replaces her hand with her mouth, tongue flicking rhythmically against your swollen clit to draw out more of those pretty sounds.

“oh-oh, god, right there, so good- mmph,” you rock your hips up, hand scrambling to tug ellie’s mouth even closer to you, if possible.

mmhm she moans into your pussy, the vibrations making you jerk up as your legs clamp tightly around her head. ellie’s hands dash up immediately to shove them apart, pressing them wide open with an iron grip as she practically growls, “you asked for this. so fucking take it.”

two of her fingers slide easily into you with the next pull on your clit, and you’re arching up in a manner almost identical to ellie’s in the video, whining nonsensically.

“you’re dripping, baby,” ellie tuts, “just couldn’t wait for me, huh?”

she continues to pump her fingers deep into you, curling them on every outstroke to slide against the spot that makes you see stars.

“c’mon, cum all over my fingers,” she teases, whispering sweet praises between kitten licks to your sensitive clit.

with your head thrown back, you couldn’t help but moan her name like a fucking prayer as your walls started to tighten, legs trembling under her grasp as she worked you through your high.

“that’s it, soak my fucking fingers.”

~

iluvgirls_moms: THAT WAS 1000% A MOAN

elliesleftarm33: guys what the fuck is happening 😀 ellie babes, i think you forgot to mute.

ewilliamsismy_wife: did anyone else j hear ellie’s name. are the voices getting to me?

elliewsjizzfr6996: how to be ellie’s gf no glue no borax? 🥲🥲

1toesuckersslurper: NAH ITS BEEN WELL OVER 10 MIN IM OUTTA HERE

yeahhh… looks like ellie owes her subscribers a real big 10k special next week. and an apology.

[spikedhe4rt]

I need dating Darry hcs. NSFW and SFW

Darry Curtis x Reader Headcanons 🪸🪸

A/N: I hope yall enjoy this, I also have a darry smut coming out soon. My request box is always open!! Love you guys<3

✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。

❥ You met eachother while he fixed your roof, which your family helped you pay for.

❥ You kept making excuses to come outside and talk to him.

"Hey, Darry" you yelled out to make sure he could hear you from the roof. He responded with a loud "yea?" I smiled at his voice. "I made you lemonade and homemade pretzels.

❥ You started to invite him inside the house and talk more

❥ You were highly upset when he finished your roof, you knew you would miss him.

❥ He asked you out on his last day because he took so much interest in you.

❥ You both wanting to take it slow, because he had his brothers to look out for.

❥ Meeting Soda and Pony, and them taking a liking to you.

❥ Visiting his parents grave with him for support.

Darry gave a sad chuckle as he finished a story about the time his parents bought him his first bike. "They sound amazing, Dare" you gave him a loving smile before a tears ran down his cheeks. "They were. I just really miss them sometimes."

You nodded and brought him in for a hug. Once the hug ended, his lips found their way to your forehead, kissing it softly. "Thank you for coming with me."

❥ Trying to keep a serious face when he lectures Pony over the silliest things.

"Ponyboy, how many times do I have to tell you...you can't leave your stuff anywhere. You left your book on the floor and Soda slipped on it." You truly tried to hold it in, but once he said Soda fell, you lost it. Wheezes came out as you tried to control yourself. You were met with the eyes of shocked and mildly offended Darry as he stared.

❥ You calming him down with kisses.

❥ Holding hands when you walk together.

❥ He will fix anything for you. He basically refuses to ever let you hire a maintenance man because he claims he can do it.

❥ Thinks about what you like when he buys groceries.

"Since when did any of us like Pringles, Darry?" Pony asked with a face of pure confusion. Darry grabbed the can of salty crisps from his hand "Y/n likes them, tell the rest of the boys not to eat them either" Pony nodded to his older brother, smiling at the fact that he cares enough about you to do that.

❥ Random slow dancing when you guys get bored. It seems cheesy to others but it makes you guys feel like the only people in the room.

❥ Him randomly picking you up just because he can.

❥ You running your hands along his abs under his shirt when you guys sit together.

❥ You two always making sure Johnny is safe and taken care of.

❥ Him promising that he will put a ring on your finger one day.

  ✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。

❥ He loves any physical marks on you both. Hickeys, bite marks, bruises, scratches make him go crazy.

❥ He loves how much bigger he is so he can bend and take you how he needs to easily.

❥ Is strong enough to keep/hold your hips down while he eats you out and overstimulates you.

“Im gonna cum!” I panted out for the second time tonight. My hips bucked up into Darrys face again, as continued too suck my throbbing clit through my high. Two hands snaked around my thighs, making he secure as he continued. “Give me a couple more, hon”

❥ Will not cum until you have at-least once because he puts you first.

❥ Takes his stress out in the best ways, the bedroom

❥ Burys his face in your neck and moans when he cums.

❥ Grabs your chin to force eye contact when you can't look at him.

"Look at me, baby." Darrys fingers were thrusting in and out of your pussy. Your head was over his shoulder and tucked into his neck, trying not moan out loudly. "Please-" your words were cut off when you felt his hand on your chin, making you look him. "You look so pretty like this. Keep looking at me, just like that." His words made you whimper, grinding into his thick fingers.

❥ Loves to cum on your ass after taking you from behind.

❥ He will whimper while getting head from you.

❥ Holds your hips and bounces you up-down when you get tired when riding him.

"Fuck, Darry!" you panted out, grinding your hips down on him. "Im tired, Dar" your movements came to a halt as you tried to catch your breath. "I gotchu, hon. I always do." His large hands came to your hips and slowly moved you up and down on his cock. "Faster please" you moaned out as your hands came down to steady yourself. "There you go, baby. Such a good girl for me"

✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。

[lady-of-blossoms]

「 ✦ whispers of heartbreak 5✦ 」

READ AT YOUR OWN RISK

WARNING!!⚠️: Rape, Forced abortion, bleeding, Angst.

Ch 1, ch 2, ch 3, ch 4

the next day when you wake up, you don’t get greeted by the disgusting sight of gojo and Rebecca, instead gojo sits on a barstool by the kitchon island.

"Gojo?" you say confused, as you walk over to the fridge to get yourself Some breakfast.

"Oh by the way gojo, where is rebecca-" you ask but get intereupted by gojo wrapping his arms around your waist intimately.

"Since her baby wasn’t mine there was no point of keeping her in this house. And talking about babies that arent mine, that pregnancy of yours, Abort it, since its not mine" he says as he rests his chin on your shoulder.

you tense up, what the hell did he just say??? "what!? No !!" you nudge him off of you.

"YIN, You don't have a choice..."

you didn't have a choice did you now?, well it doesn't matter now anyways, because you aren't pregnant anymore.

You have no energy whatsoever, you barely eat anymore, and you refuse to talk to gojo, you just hate that you had to abort your first miricale baby.

As you sleep one day, in the middle of the night somebody crawls into your bed, the somebody being gojo, he unbuckles his belt and drags down his pants, he pulls down your panties.

"GOJO?, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?, DONT TOUCH ME!!” You scream

"Chill I’m not even doing anything…Yet" he smirks as he holds your wrists in place keeping you unable to move or do anything else than say stop and cry.

"GOJO, DONT YOU FUCKING DARE, IM TELLING YOU" you scream at him loudly, as you cry and struggle aimlessly to get him to let go of your wrists.

"If he could get you pregnant, than I can too, and nothing will stop me" he thrusts his length into you harshly.

"No…No!…NO!, stop I dont want this. WHY???” You scream as the pain shudders like lightning through your whole body, it hurts, when geto did it, he was much more gentle, but gojo didn’t even try to hold back.

he moans and groans as he thrusts in and out roughly “take that, hngh~, such a good fucking slut"

He moans out as he twists your nipple and thrusts harder.

Tears stream down your face harder than ever, you feel as if he is tearing you apart, why, what did you do to desserve this, the pain of the abortion still hurts, but then this on top, you feel as though you are being punished for something you did in your previous life, you cry, cry and cry, it hurts so much, it burns the only thing you can think about is the pain, is it normal for it to be this painful, probably not, but it doesn’t matter because gojo does it anyways, even though you say no and don’t give consent.

“Stop…stop…no…I don’t want to….why me?….no…consent…." Your words come out slurred as you pass out from the pain and crying.

When you wake up, he is asleep, either his cock still inside of you, you flinch as you pull him out and stand up, the concoction of blood and cum drips down your thighs and onto the floor, leaving a trail behind you as you walk to the bathroom. When you get to the bathroom you look in the mirror and all you see is bite marks, bruises, red crying marks on your cheeks and the concoction dripping down you legs, you throw up into the toilet bowl.

What did you do to deserve this, you keep throwing up until your wheezing and crying, you sit down on the toilet and put a pad in your panties, your not on your period but you don’t want anybody to see the pain and suffering your going through, so you hide it.

You put bandaids on your red and bleeding nipples and puts some clothes on, you walk into the kitchen and get yourself water, it doesn’t taste the same anymore, it used to give you meaning to life but not anymore, three days is what it takes to die from dehydration right?, well that’s a long time but it’s gonna have to go, from then on, no more water.

When gojo wakes up he groans as he feels the throbbing in his cock, he doesn’t understand why, he sits up he’s in your bedroom, he doesn’t remember why, he sees blood on his pubic hair, and he doesn’t remember why, she stands up and follows a trail of red and white stains on the floor, he doesn’t remember why, he hears noises from the kitchen, he walks in and sees you, you look broken with a big cut on the left side of your face under your eye, he doesn’t remember why.

"A-are you ok, Y/n?, what’s wrong?" He reaches out for your arm but you flinch and he retracts him arm back, he doesn’t understand or remember what he did or didn’t do

"You don’t remember do you, well then don’t mind if I drop a fucking bomb of information, you raped me last night, remember now?" You said in a hiss as you stare into his soul with your empty eyes.

Taglist:

Rape prevention hotline

[alilbitlesbian]

Goddamn Monsterfuckers

Reader x Sonia x Rauru

Zelda and Link weren't the only ones under the castle, Zelda's personal guard, a knight who was trained and hired to relieve Link of some of his duties, had been with them.

They stood next to their friends when the floor collapsed, falling into an inky abyss, time froze as they fell, the dot of light that was the dungeons disappearing above them. They'd accepted their fate already when light, yellow sparkles buzzed over their skin like static electricity, and then they were gone, disappearing in a mist of power.

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Reader is nonbinary and also not even attracted to Rauru at first because they're convinced he's either a small lynel or an overgrown bokoblin.

Sonia and Rauru are IMMEDIATELY hooked though, also they think Zelda is dating R which is,,,, not true but it's funny so I let it happen, im so exhausted from writing this and the sidon x reader project, sfjkdlg.

send asks if you have any fun ideas for fics!! This one will have several chapters so please for the love of god just oneshots, just oneshots cause i cant sjfkdg

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Their breaths were wheezing, confusing them momentarily as they lay, looking at the clouds as the soft twinkling sparks of magic finally extinguished like the sparks of a fire

-

They awoke in a field, tired and cold, a hand shook their shoulder, and their eyes snapped open, she was alone, in a field, and someone- a stranger- shook them?

Their wordless shout had the stranger withdrawing, muttering to someone they could not yet see, the Knight crawled away from the stranger, looking around and seeing the princess not far away.

In a flash, they were up to their feet, they stumbled, uneasy, and their eyes flicked from the hylian woman in front of them to the strange beast that bent over Miss Zelda's form, sharp teeth exposed and clawed hands reaching for the princess.

It took not a second to drag their sword from its scabbard and draw their shield, both royal guards’ issues that proudly displayed the symbol of Hyrule, the woman looked at them in confusion, but she followed their eye line to the beast and her eyes widened, mouth opening to shout.

The woman called out, and the beast barely managed to see the approaching guard before he sprung back from them, they stood over Miss Zelda, making sure not to hurt her as they kept both assailants away. If the woman knew a monster, she surely wasn't as safe as she appeared.

The beast approached, hands out in a placating matter, the knight snarled, snarled like Link had taught them to scare monsters and people alike, and held their sword at the ready.

The two figures glanced to one another, and in a wide arc, they stepped to eachother. The monster drew the woman behind it, a protective move. The guard grimaced, lowering their stance, the beast was much larger than them, it could easily defeat them, especially with how unsteady they still felt after the strange rush of magic and the fall under the castle.

No matter, they would not allow any harm to befall the princess.

"Your companion-" the woman said, they frowned, before hearing a soft groan, they glanced, panicked, between the princess and the threats, but as the young girl stirred and attempted to sit up, the choice was made.

"Princess!" They cried, shield dropping with a clatter and sword returning to its sheath with a soft *shiiing*, they slid on their knees in their haste to be by the princess’ side, they missed the way that the Hylian woman repeated the word they’d spoken to her beast, confused.

"Please, don't strain yourself." Their hands settled on the princess’s back and shoulder, protectively glancing at the stranger and monster as they helped her sit up, the second they heard feet approach, they scrambled to their feet, pulling out their sword and pointing it at the approaching figures, who paused immediately.

Their blood rushed, making them light-headed, their heart pounded in their chest, gritting their teeth

"Y/n, please." The Princess placed her hand on her knight’s shoulder, they lowered their sword ever so slightly. But still scowled at the two.

"Who are you?" The princess asked, uneasy, the knight placed the sword back in their scabbard, but their hand hovered near the handle, an action that did not go unnoticed.

“Princess..” They murmured, urgent, inclining their head in an obvious suggestion to leave, or at least reconvene, the princess nodded, noting her knight’s apprehension, but kept her eyes on the strange creature and the woman, the princess tilted her head at the strange couple, giving them an opening to speak.

“I am Sonia, this is my husband, Rauru.” Sonia approached the princess, and the guard bristled. An insult almost slipped off the guard’s tongue, one they’d heard not often in the towns they’d pass, a few times thrown at Kilton or his brother, or even, at times, at Hylians who courted other species.

‘Monsterfucker.’ 

The thought stained their feelings toward the woman, and they glared at her beast, visibly startling when it- he? Spoke.

“I am sorry we startled you and your companion, we were only trying to help.” They hissed under their breath, Zelda and Sonia did not seem to hear it, but Rauru’s ears twitched and he glanced to them, curiously.

“I apologize for my knight’s behavior, it is just.. We have never seen anyone like you before, most that look similar to you, are not sentient or kind, but rather monsters who wish only to destroy.” Zelda spoke, her soft voice settled the knight a bit, and Rauru nodded in understanding, his eyes now kinder as he took them in.

“Sorry for my manners, I am Zelda, daughter of King Rhoam and the Princess of Hyrule, and this is one of my personal guards, y/n.” You bowed reluctantly, your metal pauldron clanging softly with the motion as you waited for the conversation to continue before you stood again.

“What a strange and unexpected thing to say, as we are the founders of Hyrule, as far as I know.” The humor in his voice was apparent, but stale, you huffed at the joke, and he smiled, mirth in his eye.

“Wait..” Zelda paused, and so did you, narrowing your eyes as you looked between the two.

“Queen Sonia and King Rauru…” She murmured, you remembered her telling you about them, it was a small part of history, as sadly, details of the oldest history were always the hardest to find, just their names now echoed through your lands, in a long, almost endless line of kings and queens, they barely stood out.

“Where are we?” Your voice was hoarse, and scratchy. The two strangers looked slightly surprised at the quality of it, Zelda did too, but looked mostly worried, she glanced out over the lands.

“I- I don’t know.” She managed, you gazed at the two, they didn’t seem dangerous, but you had to remain on guard.

“Hyrule.” They replied instantly, but your eyes traced upward to the island floating above, you startled, and an involuntary whine slipped from your lips, Zelda followed your eyeline and startled in much the same way.

“What is that?” She managed, confused.

“Oh, that is the great sky island,” Sonia answered sweetly, you glanced at Zelda, then signed a quick question.

‘I patrol perimeter?’

‘Yes, quick.’ she signed back, and you took your shield from the grass, sword out as you started to search the forest for anything, landmarks, a monster hideout, a village, or the castle from afar.

You came upon a cliff, it wasn’t awfully high, but enough so for you to see down into a valley you strangely recognized.

You spotted Hylians, wearing revealing clothes and holding rough, handmade weapons, seemingly made from sticks and stones rather than the fine metalwork you carried, even Lizalfos had nicer weapons than that. You watched the hylians for a bit longer, they seemed to scavenge in the forest for fruits and vegetables.

Zelda called your name, and it didn’t take much more for you to return to her side, taking a dead sprint, still holding your sword as you settled next to her.

“Did you see anything?” You ignored how Sonia and Rauru appraised your weapon, or how you wheezed softly with each breath, you nodded.

“Hylians, not like you and me, like her.” You nodded toward Sonia, and Zelda nodded. “They wear primitive clothes, weapons like a monster’s not like ours, not even like a lizalfos or Lynel.” Again, Zelda nodded, hand to her chin.

“Then it’s certain, we must have somehow traveled back in time, Sonia and Rauru explained to me it could be the stone we found.” She held out the yellow stone, and you hummed, nodding.

“Keep it close, hide it.” You murmured, glancing at the islands above you nervously.

“We should return to the castle, I am sure my sister would be glad to speak to you, Miss Zelda.” You frowned, you’d roughly calculated where you were, near the Temple of Time, by the location of the valley and a mountain that you supposed would become the dueling peaks, but was for now just one mountain.

“How.” You managed, the raspy quality of your hurt throat had Zelda be even more concerned.

“Normally.. We’d teleport, but I don’t think that’ll be possible, if we walk a day, we should reach a town not too far off the route, and there we could get some horses.”

You nodded thoughtfully, chewing the inside of your cheek as you glanced from Zelda to the king and queen, they smiled, but the King's sharp teeth only managed to unsettle you.

"I suppose.. We should start walking then!" Zelda clapped her hands, you nodded, stretching your arms above your head while Rauru began walking, Sonia chattering softly to you and Zelda.

You remained quiet, eyes pinned on the unfamiliar landscape, searching for enemies or threats.

If you really had gone back in time..

Shaking your head, you sighed, surely, it wouldn't be that difficult, if it went up, it went down, if it went back in time.. Surely it could go forward, that's the way time is supposed to go!

Yeah, it'd be fine.

[lovelykil]

OMG kyle and stan reqs okay hear me out (this is for either or both!)

the sappiest things you do with them. im talking hallmark slow dancing in the kitchen at 2am or baking with them!!!!

「 Take my Hand 」

kyle x reader older ver.

cw; fluffy fluff

note; the scenarios I had making this went wild, also kyle has sm rizz in this?? oml

"Dude Kenny, stop hitting me with the mushrooms!!"

"Don't get in my way then, Stan-leyy."

Kenny cooed, smirking at Stan as he frustratedly tried to get back on the track but his go-kart kept spinning no matter what he did.

Kenny's tear-wheezing laugh filled the bedroom, controlling his kart and making it to the finished point while Stan cursed up a storm right beside him, his kart still spinning.

"And I winn! Take that Marsh." Kenny set the controller down, jumping around in his spot in celebration while Stan threw his controller to the side moping. He laid on the floor in defeat with a groan.

"You so cheated– Kyleee, Kenny cheated he made my kart stop working." Stan whined, standing up to glare at his friend. Kenny stuck his tongue out just to get on Stan's nerves.

"I didn't cheat you just suckk"

"KYLE, KENNY IS BEING an ASS.. Kyle? KYLEEEEEE!" The raven haired teen cried out, his eyes scanning the room to find his bestfriend. Kenny also took notice of his friend's non-responses, taking a look all over the room for himself.

"Where the hell is he?" Stan asked, he looked over at Kenny for conformation but Kenny just shrugged being as clueless as he was.

"What the hell.."

. . .

"Okay open your mouth and go ahh, now."

"aaahh." I opened my mouth as Kyle held my chin up slightly and raised a fork into my mouth. Once I bit down on the treat that was being fed to me I chewed the gooey desert putting a hand to my mouth. Kyle watched in suspense, waiting for my opinion in his cute apron that was complimented with a dreidel in the middle.

I looked at him as I chewed, feeling a smile grow on my face from his pleading light green eyes. I swallowed slowly taking one final moment just to raise the tension in the air.

"Kyle," I spoke, my tone serious as I put my hand down.

"Y/n." He answered.

I slowly put my hands on his shoulder, staring into his eyes trying to be stern.

"These were... THE best brownies ever!" I squealed, shaking him back and forth.

"aaAaaH- reallllyy?"

"Yes they are very good, see I told you that extra milk makes them so much better." I took my hands off of him and smiled. Once he got his focus back he blinked slowly then scoffed with an eye roll.

"Okayy maybe you were right, whateverr."

"Oh my god you are so sassy, come here." I punched him in the arm before wrapping my hands around his neck on the tips of my toes.

Not cause I'm short it's just he's unreasonable TALL for some reason.

The kiss took him by surprise just by the he grew tense for a second but soon he kissed back, his hands finding its way around my waist. He held my body closely towards him to deepen the surprise kiss. I could feel a stupid smile creep upon my face as we kissed.

Oh, how he knew exactly how to make me fold.

"Oh, you liked that didn't you?" As we pulled away Kyle teased with a slightly mischievous grin, watching my face heat up. I broke eye contact with him and groaned, ignoring what was blankly obvious he giggled trying to get my attention back with guiding my chin toward him.

"I'm just playing sweetheart, forgive me?" He whispered softly, pouting some bit. He seemly came off as adorable so I had no other choice but to forgive him. I shoved my hand in his face right after I leaned in to pretend to kiss him to get him to lean back into me.

"Yeah you're forgiven or whateverr." I mocked and snickered, walking away from the ginger to grab my phone.

"You're mean." I saw him grab a brownie and put it in his mouth with a frown from being fooled. I laughed solemnly to myself, shaking my head at his words. I scrolled through my phone trying to find something when I finally found what I was looking for.

"Hey, wanna dance?" I clicked on a song then shook my phone in my hand towards him. He looked at me with a mouth full of brownies, clearly confused.

"Giwrl whaat"

"Very cliché and random but the lighting in this kitchen is perfect for dancing, sooooo.." I walked myself over to him and held out my hand. He looked at it then me, I patiently waited with a smile.

"My beautiful princess, would you care to take my hand and dance with me?" I extended my hand out more with a smirk, teasing him more. I could see a faint blush on his pale skin knowing I won, he sighed with a sheepish smile.

He wiped his fingers on a paper towel before taking my hand.

"Wow, you're so weird it's almost cute."

"And you're a pretty princess." I brought him closer to me, swaying him around with an innocent smile. He let out a chuckle before returning to a neutral expression, his eyes fixed on me with a warm smile.

I stared into his colorful eyes from above getting lost in them with a sappy smile, even though they sometimes freaked me out they can be so lovely to look in. In the dimly lit kitchen, we swayed to the slow rhythm of the song I picked, our eyes locked in an intimate gaze that spoke volumes.

As we moved together, our bodies naturally drew closer, his hands gently finding their place on my hips, while I wrapped mine around him in a tender embrace.

With a soft smile, I delicately swirled some of his curly hair around my finger, savoring the sensation as my eyes closed slowly on their own. I could feel his gentle touch caressing my body lightly in his care, I couldn't help but feel tingly and lovesick.

The song playing was one of my favorites, it was a song I used to play to think about him before we started dating. I never told him this though just was to shy to tell him about it I guess.

"You like Lana del Rey?" Kyle asked in a hushed tone, bringing me away from him just to hold my hips from a distance. "Yeah, why?" My hands reverted to his shoulders, as we swayed together. A hum was his only response before closing the gap between us, he looked at my lips and connected them with his, his soft hand traveled on my cheek as he did so.

I closed my eyes once more despite his remark, our lips danced in sync slowly filled with passion. I placed my hand on his face where my thumb rested on the side of his cheek as the kiss grew slightly more intense, feeling his tongue reach mine and grow in contact.

"Thought that was her." Our lips separated with a tiny string of saliva falling in between us when he answered my question. I tilted my head "You listen to her?"

"Mmh, like heard of her.. from you." He brushed some hair away from my face. I thought for a moment trying to recall when I ever played this song around him. "I don't remember playing her around yo-"

"I took a sneak peek at your phone once and saw a playlist with my name on it, the first song was this one." He smiled, some faint redness spreading on his face. My eyes widen as I stared at him, my heart immediately dropped and my face grew in heat.

"You made a playlist about me babe? Oh my gosh–" Kyle beamed, his smile growing wide looking at me.

"nonononono you didn't see that correctly.. oh my god."

"Yeaah I'm sure it was the one with the hearts by it, all cute and like you're in love with me."

"nuh uh.."

"yeah huh."

"NO."

"It's okay I found it adorable, Y/nn." Kyle held my face with both of his hands and proceeded to kiss my nose, forehead, all over my face as I stood still in embarrassment letting him kiss me.

"You are the worst"

"And you are just the cutest pretty princess."

"I hate you"

"I love you too sweetheart."

─────────

bonus—

"Kyle stop swirling me around I'm mad at you."

"Cause I found out the playlist you had for me?" Kyle twirled me around some more, dragging my mopy body around. I blushed sighing loudly, I fixed my posture and held his hands as we danced together, never making contact with him.

"Yes, that was embarrassing how long did you even know."

"Well, we've been dating for 6 months so like... a week before we dated." He recalled, spinning me quickly before I could react to what he said.

"A WEEK BEFORE WE DATED?? KYLE WHAT THE HE-"

His lips quickly crashed into mine, sending me into a hypnotic trance for a second. Silencing me in a smooth twirl and dip pose, he held my chin toward him still holding onto the kiss for a while.

"You mad at me now?" He panted, as he pulled away. I huffed trying to catch my breath once I did I gave in, bopping his hooked nose.

"No I'm not mad at you, you dumb red head." I saw his expression change to a less tense one, his cute smile growing.

"Can I kiss you again?"

"Yes please do." I brought his face near mine in the same position we were in when he dipped me and kissed him. The smile on his face never went away even when I kissed him it made the kiss warm and tender when I smiled myself.

"Kyle, what the fuck are you doing?"

"See I told you they were making out." The lights flickered on and two boys emerged from the dark, staring at me and Kyle.

"Stan?!"

"Kenny?" In a flash, me and Kyle pulled away and looked at them in shock, so much in shock Kyle had the nerve to drop me.

"OW"

"Oh shit, Y/n are you okay?!"

"Okay now I'm mad at you."

"Haha your bitch is mad at you."

"CARTMAN?" (all of them)

"Where the hell did you COME FROM"

"I was cutting all of Kyle's clothes, so Kyle, you have nothing to wear. Night guys"

"... Eric you son of a–"

[sunlightandsuffering]

That nepo baby au sounds hilarious! Mikasa having this really strict superior who's always picking on her but secretly a lot of this pent up anger towards her is due to how badly he wants to fuck her.

Just imagining Armin badmouthing him and telling Mikasa to try and stay away from him as much as possible but Mika's just like 🥺, for some reason she still wants to get close and learn more about him, can sense that there's something more to his behaviour towards her.

And she's right because it's the fact that she constantly haunts his dreams at night. Her showing him a glimpse of cleavage, her slowly lifting her skirt, being such a tease, tormenting him with what he can't have. Pulling her panties to the side to show her pussy but the second he's about to see anything, the dreams always end. Leaving him hard, frustrated and even more angry towards her. Makes him act even meaner towards her the next day and Mikasa's just like ???

IM SO SORRY BABE IT'S NOTHING LIKE THIS !!! IT'S MEAN, IT'S VERY MEAN!! IT'S NOT FUNNY AT ALL LOL !!! im in my enemies to lovers era and when i say enemies i mean he literally cannot stand her, HATES HER ! bc he's jealous and thinks she's a nepo baby sleeping her way up the ranks lol I have also unfortunately missed my zine deadline but that's okay I will try to post it soon anyway to promote the zine !! but it's okay now I can give y'all snippets !!! 🤠🤠 I just kept making him meaner lol

She gets some good hits in, too, takes gleeful satisfaction in a punch to his jaw that she hopes will leave a mark. The hit had actually caused him to grunt and his eyes to narrow before he’d jabbed her in the ribs. 

Despite her best efforts, he takes her out with a punch to the solar plexus so charged it knocks the wind out of her, and she tastes blood. Mikasa staggers for a moment as the air is dragged from her lungs in a forceful wheeze, and Eren doesn’t hold back, taking her to the floor in an instant. 

His thighs bracket her own, and he presses her to the floor, she can feel every inch of hard muscle against her. His forearm is at her throat, his other hand braced next to her head, keeping his full weight from crushing her. 

She hasn’t been taken down like this since the last time she sparred with Levi, and it enrages her in a way she’s never felt before. 

Eren doesn’t let her up right away, not even when she gives in, spitting the words out with venom, “I yield.” 

He leans down, his arm crushing into her windpipe, and Mikasa chokes a little as her airway is completely cut off. Her superior seems to revel in it, his lips quirking up as she struggles, her hips pushing up against his as she tries to wrestle free of his grip. 

Then much lower, a whisper against her throat as he eases off of her, “And I told you no favouritism, so stop squirming like that, keep those pretty legs of yours shut unless you want to get fucked,” the words are poison on his lips and Mikasa gasps at the insinuation, “But like I told you before Mikasa, bribery won’t do you any favours here.” 

Eren pulls back, nonchalant as he stands up, barely sparing her a glance. He doesn’t even offer to help her up, and Mikasa is left breathing hard on the floor, swallowing for air like his arm is still on her neck, cutting off her circulation. 

They’ve gathered an audience, she can sense it, Jean’s overly concerned form in the corner of her vision and Sasha waiting in the wings to help her up the second Eren decides she’s no longer interesting. 

Eren throws her one last measured glance, “I guess you’re not bad, Ackerman, but you’re not great either.”

[chthonicgodling]

AND THATS WHAT YOU MISSED ON GLEE

In preparation for the press conference - Elysium Drama Update that I’m gearing up for - please enjoy - a PRE-update SUMMARY! it was either this or several essays.

[wow look at me on the cusp of nsfwart????? I should hope it’s common knowledge by now that the Elysium palace is goth slut central pls but if this is a surprise to you then. Uhh. surpriiiise]

Behold! a refresher course on Loki and Maci and Tory’s existing history in the Elysium’verse!! Yes, most of you following me heeere probably,, know all or most of this but it is CRUCIAL for me to hammer this home so that we can all hyperventilate together

[[like I.,, need you to understand why the Current Shenanigans are making me lose my mind. I Just NEED you to understand What We’ve Been Through with these three (two) morons.., in order to appreciate WHERE WE’RE AT NOW. do you get it??? do you gET IT??? DO YOU SEE WHY IM WHEEZING??????!! WHY IVE BEEN CLAWING AT THE WALLS? OKAY-]]

Sure it is probably way too early to post this here cause I haven’t even started to DRAW the update this is leading up to, but I extremely like how this came out and plus you all on Tumblr have surely seen my shrieking and my incredibly vague posting about them and the [REDACTED, UP NEXT, SITUATION] recently. the crackship name for the NOT A THROUPLE I PROMISE is Taki Fuego (lol🤪) and if you click that you can SEE the insanity I’ve been talking about for a month and a half with my jaw on the floor and no sign of stopping….. I can’t believe any this Lemme tell youuU-

and so,, I’m very sorry to hype and run but! Stay tuned indeed! at the very least this is colorful to look at while we all now descend into eager madness together. Tory (& Epi & Vryk & half of these decisions) belongs to hiatused @fenixethekid who MAY be trying to kill me with these current canon turns of events, idk yet

Stay tuned stay tuned stay tuned<3 also don’t tag this with the m word lmao

[ninja-knox-ur-sox-off]

AAAALRIGHT

I am SO tired, my brain feels fried and I think i’m starting to have the beginnings of a headache but heck it this is the last ep until the special and my bros wanna watch it and i need a pick-me-up so LETS GO

I’ve been told i”m supposed to find a version with the theme song so lemme just YUP FOUND ONE

Okay okay  Monkie Kid season 4 episode 10  The Jade Emperor TIIIMEEEEE

so given that people were insisting I find the theme song I assume there were some changes. My bro’s and I were talking about it and I think our guess was Azure had swapped with the Jade Emperor for evil villain bit of the theme, OH AND my youngest bro suggested ink stuff was replaced by azure and the bros so right at the end there its mk and the crew facing off against them instead of inky versions of themselves TIME TO SEE IF WE’RE RIGHT ABOUT EITHER OF THOSE THINGSGLKSDFJSDF

heck

I

I pressed play and ;-;

gosh

I missed this theme song so much

MY BELOVED MONKIE KID THEME

SEROTONIN AT ITS GREATEST

mk still got swk’s shadow right at the start so that’s not different

Okay mostly the same so far

I’m about to ry over the fact i haven’t heard the theme in so long LOOK MAN THE EPS ARE JUST NOT THE SAME IF YOU DON’T LISTEN TO THE THEME EVERY TWO EPS IT JUST DOENS’T HIT AS HARD

o

oh ;-;

Ao Lie

Beloved |;-;/

it he

ok so that bits different and I miss him every day so much i will cry right hecking now

KAY HANG ON I HAVEN’T WATCHED THE THEME SONG ENOUGH THIS SEASON I’VE ONLY SEEN IT TWICE AND MY BRAIN IS FUZZY RN I NEED A REVIEW OF WHAT IT LOOKED LIKE CAUSE IT LOOKS LIKE PIGSY AND SANDY ARE NOW IN THE BACKGROUND AS THEIR CHILLED OUT JTTW SELVES— YEAH OKAY I CHECKED AND YUP I LOVE THAT I WILL CRY

OOP

SKIPPED OUT ON THE AZURE LOOKING UP AT WUKONG

OKAY

YEAAAAHHHH THERE IT IS

AZURE REPLACING THE JADE EMPEROR AS THE SUPPOSED VILLIAN LIKE

NOW THAT YOU KNOW CONFIRMED HE’S THE VILLIAN OF THE SEASON HERE HE IS

TOOK UNTIL EP 10 FOR IT BUT Y’KNOW JLFJKSDF

WELL THAT’S FUN

everything about the same there

AHA

AHA

I KNEW IT

well technically i didn’t guess it this time my bros did but WHAT A CALL

WE WAS RIGHT

NICE THEME LOOKING SHARP EVERYBODY 10/10

also I think it’s illegal how Azure’s the new macaque in the sense you can just SEE the animation and the way he’s drawn makes him the favourite you can SEE it and its SO FUNNYGHSLK;FJSDF

OKAY OKAY HERE WE GO

HECK I’M EXCITED

s

stop

STOP NO

NOGNG;KLSNDFAWFBO;AIWNFEO;GOA;WEFOAMF

EXCUSE ME

WHAT IS THIS

WHATGBS;KFLMA;OWIGWEBFS;FMF

I’M

HEGFNFSD;MAWE WHEEZING

I’M CHOKINGBF;LKAM;OWAENGO;IAMF

DID MACAQUE MAKE THIS HISMELF?? THIS IS WHAT HE WANTED TO SHOW MK?? I’M ON THE FLOOR??

THE BADLY DRAWN ABS

THE ANIME EYES

THE EDGY HAIR

THE DORITO PHYSIC

IM GBB;ASDMFAOWIEFBF;KLMSDL;KASDF

THIS IS

THIS

HELPGMN;LASKFMASF

HE FR MADE HIS OWN GAME HUH

WHGHSDFKLJASDF

WHY

HOW

THE LOW QUALITY AUDIO

S IR ???

HIS EYEBROWS PLEASE;LKM;AOEWF

MK IS LITERALLY ME

WHAT AM I LOOKING AT RN

THE BLUSH???

HELP??

THE STARS AND SPARKLES;GMASFEW

I’M DYING;DSLKFMAWE F

MACAQUE’S FLAT EXPRESSION SITTING ON THE CHAIR

IT FR IS A LOW BUDGETHGS;LFJS HELPGJLSDFJSD

THE MONKEY ON MACAQUES HEAD I’MGNS;DLKFMWE

“on your joinery, you’ll see its the choices yOU make, that determine who you are” NICE ADVICE I’MGNSDLFKM

OH THIS IS EXCITING WE’RE FINALLY GONNA SEE A BIT OF MACAQUE TEACHING WHEN HE’S NOT TRYING TO STEAL POWERS, SO REAL ACTUAL TEACHING FROM HIM LETS GOOOO

heck

Mk ;-;

I

I CANTNGKSFMAOWEIF

“You know what— just play the game.” BRUHS REALLY “look kid, you’re a mess. just play the game.” ALSO I’M SORRY WHO GAVE YOU PERMISSION TO DRAW MACAQUE THAT FLOOFY THERE

TAHT IS EXTRA FLOOFY MACAQUE

HE SOUNDS SO SMUG WHEN HE SAYS HE PUT A LOT OF WORK INTO THIS

I’MBG;SDKLFMAF

HE DID MAKE IT

MACAQUE MADE THIS HIMSELF I’M DYING;LSDKFMWEF

HE DREW HIMSELF LIKE THAT I CANTNGSKMDFAIEMF

“oh no yeah i can DEFINITELY see that” I’MGNSD;FMKSDF

OH OKAY

WHIPLASH THEN

GOING FROM MK AND MACAQUES INCREDIBLE VIDEO GAME TO FIGHT IN THE CELESTIAL REALM OKAY

UH UH OKAY UH

EVERYONE’S DOWN BUT NEZHA AND RED SON MAYBE?

I JUST WANT SOME FIRE FIGHT SCENES PLS

I feel like i need to go back and re-address whatever the heck is Macaque’s video game because mY GODS

Okay nah we’re in mid battle

UM

AZURE IS WAY TOO HYPE WITH THIS SCROLL ON HIS SIDE HE CAN JUST SNIPE EVERYBODY WITHOUT MOVING

ALSO ARE THEY ALL GONNA GET SUCKED IN AND RUN INTO MONKEY KING?? THAT’D BE FUNNY

I KNOW HIS PIECE IS BROKEN I’M JUST HGSLJFSDF

“STAND YOUR GROUND” AS EVEYRONE’S RUNNIGNGNL;SKMFDS

(side-note did macaque make that game just for mk?? I’MGNSD;FKML)

OH

OH HELLO WAIT

ARE WE GONNA GET A NEZHA REACTION??

PLS I BEG OF YOU

REACT TO

HECK YOU DIDN’T REACT TO THE SWK THING

NOOOOOOOOO

RED SOOOOOOONNNN

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

NEZHAAAAAA

SCREEAAAMSSS

HECK OKAY

IT KEEPS ZOOMING IN ON MONKEY KINGS BROKEN PIECE, BUT NOBODY HAS REACTED TO IT WHY KEEP ZOOMING IN SO MUCH IF NOBODY’S GONNA HECKING REACT YOU ARE KILLING ME HERE

why’s azure so op man JHG;LSDKJFSDF

HECK BRO THERE GOES RED SON

OH WOW HE WAS SCREAMING NO WHEN HE WENT IN THERE THAT’S WILD

HECK RIGHT THREE DIFFERENT THINGS TO VISIT

HECK WE’RE A MINUTE AND THIRTY SECONDS IN AND WE’VE ALREADY VISTED ALL THREE GROUPS HECK DANG

OKAY

I

.

s

hang on i need to go back to re-watch that bit i was too busy staring at SANDYBGDS;LKFMAWOEF

SHIFU PLEASE

HE’S ABSOLUTELY COVERED IN STARS I’M CRYINGSDFLK;MAE

AW

AW I’M SO PROUD OF PIGSY HE HAS THREE

TANG HAS TWO HE’S DOING SO GOOD

I’M GUESSING MEI HAS NONE I’M JUST

OH THESE BELOVEDS

oh can Mei like sense something is happening?? LIKE WAIT THAT WAS GOLD CAN SHE FEEL EVEYR TIME MK FLICKERS?????

OH THAT’D BE SO NEAT WAIT

;-; no stars for Mei

OH WOW MEI READY TO FIGHT HIM HUH

I GET THE FEELING

SORRY I’M NARRATING NOTHIGN ELSE MY HEAD IS SO EMPTY

BUT LITERALLY I GET THE FEELING EVERY TIME SANDY OPENS HIS MOUTH HE GETS ANOTHER STAR I’M CRYINGNSDF;LKAM;FOWEF

MEI NOOOOOOO

I’M ALL FOR HELPIGN BUT NOOOOO

SHIFU ACTUALLY SEEMS TO KNOW A THING OR TWO COME BAAAACK

hm maybe she’ll figure out what he was trying to teach after they get the crap beaten out of them… I DUNNO GUESS WE’LL SEE

IT’D BE NEAT IF SHE HAS A MOMENT OF LIKE “now seemed like the right time for action” AND SAVED THE DAY MOMENT IN THE SPECIAL OR SOMETHIGN

HECK WELL ANYWAY MOVING ON

I’m telling you the star on Tang’s head? he got a headpat and that’s how it got thereHGLKSAJDF

oh OH IS MEI GONNA DO MACHINE MOMENT? :D

WHOAH WAIT WABG;LSDKFMAWE

WHAT

W HAT WAITGJLKDSF

HIS STARSGSL;DKFMWE

OUT OF GNSFMLSKF

HJELP

I THOUGHT IW AS GONNA BE MEI WAITBGSDFM;AFOMWEF

CHOKINGL;SKDFMSDF

FR JUST MADE SOMETHING OUT HIS STARSGSJLDF

YEAAAHHH SANDY STYLING SUNGLASSES

.

oh yeah that’ll be slow

OH???

OH TANG???

OH THEY’VE GOT THIS

THEY FR GOT SOME SKILL

OH YEAH NO BUT THEY’RE DEAD

HELPGMLSDFD

THANKS FOR THE VOTE OF CONFIDENCE SHIFU

LOVE YOU

ALSO I LOVE THEM ALL GETTING THEIR OUTFITS BACK ON AND MEI’S SIGH OF RELEIF AND COMFORT I’M ALL GOOD TOTALLY FINE

CALLING NEZHA DEMON CHILD YEAH OOF

HECK ARE THOSE FEATHERS??

HECK U AZURE

YOU AND YOUR SELF RIGHTEOUS “pLeAsE lIstEn I’m RiGhT” SHUT UR BLUE GUM BALL MOUTH

oh wow

heck bro Nezha sure is Nezha

its worth four more of that SURE IS A LINE

HE SURE AINT’ STOPPING

OH NO

HELPGMSDLFMSD

NEZHA’S JUST W HA  T

MEI’S NARRATION

HELPGNMXLFKEM

STEPPED HIM IN TEH FACEGN;LSDKFMD

I’M WHEEZINGNS;DLFKMAWOEF

YEAH

GET HIIM ABCK

GET HIM BACK

YOU’RE NOT GONNA IN I JUST WANT AZURE’S HANDS OFF OF MONKEY KING

WHAT AN ENTERENCE THO HECK HOLD UP

PIGSY AND SANDY ACTUALLY BLOCKED THOSE GUYS HECK

THE ANNOUNCER VOICE

THE BLIMP

I’MGNSD;FKMSDF

PLEASE

MEI STANDING ON TOP OF IT LIKE THAT

HECK OKAY YES BACK TO

TANG HELPING NEZHA

SORRY MY BRIAN I SO SLOW AND IT FEELS LIKE THERE’S SO MUCH I’M MISSING COMMENTING ON GHDFLKJSDF

I’M SURE THEY’LL BE FINE

HELP THEM TAANG

NOOOOOOOOO

oh he stepped over it okay

i just don’t want him to touch it

HECK NEZHA

HECK BRUH

HE ACTUALLY MANAGED TO BLOCK THE SCROLL BITS THO THAT’S IMPRESSIVE CONSIDERING LITERALLY NO ONE HAS MANAGED TO DO THAT YET

MEI STEPPING ON AZURE’S FACE IS THE HIGHLIGHT OF MY MONTH THANK YOU

NOGHFKJLSDF

HELP

BACK TO MACAQUE’S GAMENGLSKDMFAOGNW;AFM

IM

I’M CHOKING WHAT THE CRAPGBDFLK;MAOEBNOFAWEM

W

WHAT

HELPGMLKDFMAWE

WHAT KINDA

HELPGNSDLKFMAOWEF

I’M

HELPGNSLD;KFM;AOWEF

THE I HAVE A FAMILY MOMENT FR HGSDLKFJ;AOWIEFMSAF

THE EVIL MONKEY BACKGROUND?? YOU BECAME EVIL MOMENT?? HELP?? IS THIS SUPPSOED TO HELP THE LAD I’MGNSD;LFKMAOWEF

M A C A Q U E UGSDFSALDKFJ

I THINK I SEE WHAT HE’S DOING HERE LIKE, WATCH WHO YOU THINK IS THE VILLIAN BUT ALSO WHAT IS HAPPENIGN RN

whoever drew that evil mk there tho went OFF i’d like to shake their hand

MK FR LIKE

B R O

YOU SAID THIS WOULD HELP ME FEEL NOT LIKE A MONSTER AND IT IS LITERALLY TELLING ME I AM ONE OVER AND OVERBGKDSMFAWOE

PLEASE

MACAQUE MAN WHATCHU DOINGNGL;KDMFDS

HELPGN;SDKFMA;WOIEFBAWEM

HEYYYY UR FINALLY GETTING IT

I SEE WHAT HE’S DOING

BUT ALSO

ITS SO FREAKING FUNNY

AYYY ITS BEEN HOURS OF FEELING LIKE YOU’RE FAILING BUT THAT’S THE POINT, YOU’RE ALWAYS GONNA FAIL SO WHY CARE RIGHT? JUST DO YOUR BEST? IS THAT THE LESSON? I’M JUSTBGSD;KLFMAWEO

PLS

PLEEEAASSE

CONGRATS MACAQUE YOU WENT THROUGH MORE EFFORT THAN USUAL TO MAKE ME FEEL LIKE DIRTY DIRTY DIRT DIRT

THE APPLAUSE ON THE WAY OUT

I’M WHEEZINGSLDKFMD

Snarky mk is actually everything to me GO OFF MAN GET SOME OF THAT OUT YOU DESERVE THAT AFTER EVERYHTING MY GOODNESS

WHATS WITH THAT EYE ROLL MACAQUGBSDLKFMWEF

YOU CAN’T ROLL YOUR EYES AT HIM YOU’VE GASLIT, MANIPULATED, BETRAYED AND HARMED HIM OVER AND OVER YOU CAN’T BE ROLLING YOUR EYES WHEN HE DOESN’T IMMEDEATELY GET THAT YOU’RE ACTUALLY TRYING OT HELP THIS TIME WATCH YOSELF OLD MAN

HELPGHLSD;FJS;DAF

ALRIGHT MISERY KID

THE BANANA

MACAQUE PLEASEKLMGAEFW

they’re totally on flower fruit mountain chilling rn Macaque did you just move in to Monkey Kings place i’mGN;LAWKMEF

“you’re SUPPOSED to realize”

kind of a weird convoluted way to make a point don’t you think? I’MGNL;DSKMFAOWF

YEAH YOU GOT A POINT

this is so funny

The way they’re writing macaque rn feels like older brother vibes, y’know what i mean? I’m not saying i assign him older brother moment it’s just the way its kay well you didn’t learn it yourself here’s the answer do better sheesh why so grumpy like, mildly annoyed at him because he’s rolling his eyes at a very traumatized lad who he helped truamatize but its neat a very interesting approach they’r going for here

and if i had enough brain rn, i’d be like trying to analyze more of how Macaque teaches but he seems a bit impatient, but at the same time its nice that he’s giving the answer? but also the answer often sticks better when the student figures it out on their own, still, BRUH REALLY MADE MK FEEL LIEK A TERRIBLE PERSON FOR A COUPLE HOURS HUH IG THAT’S ONE WAY TO DO IT MACAQUE PLEASELGMASOFEW

H

HELLO?????

THE ART ON THE ROCK???

HELP???

I’M???

WHEBG;KMF;AOWEFO;IAGMEWF

WELL THAT’S CUTE THAT ALSO TELLS ME MONKEY KINGS AN INCREDIBLE ARTIST AND HE DID INDEED MAKE HIS OWN GAME HE DREW ALL THAT Y’ALL IF MACAQUE DREW HIS AND THAT’S HIS ARTSTYLE THAN I STRAIGHT UP THINK MONKEY KING ACTUALLY MADE ALL HIS THAT MAKES ME SO HAPPY ACTUALLY I LOVE TAHT HE’S GOT A CREATIVE OUTLET IF THAT’S THE CASE BLESS

you don’t wanna fight azure because people might get hurt, you don’t wanna not fight azure because people might get hurt, so DO SOMETHING ELSE

ALSO ITS SUCH A SILLY FRIEND MOMENT TO DRAW YOURSELVES ON A ROCK HANGING OUT I’MGNSFL;KMSDF

actually mans got a fair point

think outside the box other people drew around you moment

good advice!

not sure what else he can do other than fight but i’m looking forward to finding out!!

HECK I’M ONLY JUST OVER HALFWAY DONE I FEEL LIKE I’VE BEEN HERE FOR HOURS PLEASEL;KGMAOFE

THIS SHOW AGES ME YOU GUYSGBDF;LKMSDF

I LOVE IT BUT HECK DUDE

okay so the flickering at the start with Mei was the celestial realm battle and not Mk, gotcha gotcha

the way they draw Mk this season is just ;-; heck bro

yeah tho Mk’s so afraid of doing something wrong and being assigned a thing its only you can decide what you are. WELL, Macaque, as you can see that worked out great for Monkey king- jHGL;SKDJFASDF ACTUALLY NAH UYEAH I’M THINKING ABOUT THAT, CAUSE HE’S TRYING SO HARD TO DECIDE WHO HE IS AND NOTHIGN HE DOES EVER GOES RIGHT BY THE LOOKS OF IT I’M JUST HECK BRUH  might not be as good advice as i’m assuming here actually especially if Mk gets treated anything like monkey king, SORRY BRAIN FUZZY I DN’T KNOW HALF OF WHAT I’M SAYING RN MOVINH ON

OKAY BACK TO THE BATTLE

WHO’S ALL GETTING SNIPED

heck the “he cannot” MAN

THEYR’E ALL TRYING

mei looks pretty fine actually

NEZHA FR JUST DOING HIS BESTNGKMF

OH CRY

I WILL CRY

I SOB MOMEMNT

OH OH OH OKAY PAUSE TIME OUT TAP OUT WIAT WAIT

PAUSE

PAUSE

I NEED TO WAIT WAI T WAITBSEMKAW

STIM FOR A SEC

SHAKING

POKAY

OKAY

THAT WHOLE DIOLOGUE EXCHANGE WITH NEZHA DEFENDING THE EMPEROR IS SO GOOD

HECK

HECK

HECK HECK

OKAY

THINKING

OKAY STAY CALM

MK TIME

HE’S SO FAST

I’M GONNA SCREAM

IS THAT MK????? ?

BECAUSE DANG

DANG

DANG BRUH

YEAAHHHNSDFK

OH I’M SCREAMING

OHHHH AZURE GOT SONIC ROAR MOMENT

SCREAMIGN FR THE CLOUD

HE SNATCHE CLOUD OH MY GODS

OH HE’S STILL FLICKERING

JUST GO FULL MONKEY MK

“even you” WHY DOES HE

heck this is like mac all over again but slightly to the left SIR WDYM EVEN YOU HE’S JUST SOME KID HOW’D YOU GET ATTTATCHED TO HIM SO FAST-

oh actually nah i get it it’s mk he’s very wonderful and you can’t help but like him immediately i get it please continue

NOT HERE TO FIGHT YOU AFTER YOU PUNCHED HIM LIKE THREE TIMESMGLSDKFAWEF

COME ON AZURE I’MGNL;DFKMA

WHEEZING

HE ALWAYS LOOKS SO DEVESTAED THIS LION GUY

WON’T STOP HIM THO

HE’S IN THE RIGHT AFTER ALL

kay

relaaax i can be relaxed and calm

HECK BRO

WHO DREW THAT AZURE YOU KNOW THE ONE

MESSY HAIR LIKE THAT SCRUFFY LOOKING WHO’S RESPONCIBLE FOR THISNGSL;KMFAWOEF

OKAY YEAH NICE THROW LIFE AWAY MOMENT

HECK MR.TANG MK HOW DOES HE KONW WHAT YOU’RE TALKING ABOUT NEZHA ARE YOU ALL BEING TRANSPORTED AWAY WHATS THE PLAN HERE YOU CAN’T JUST DIP CAN YOU??

BIG BOOM SWORD

HECK CRACKED OPEN

AZURE LITERALLY BLASTED HIS BROS BACK

WELL THEY’RE ON THEIR FEET NOW

O H

OH THEY MADE IT???

IS THE JADE EMPEROR ACTUALLY GONNA GET SNIPED??

.

they can’t do that can they??

WELP

I

I’m sorry

Azure right there “I do not care by which means you meet your demise old man” HE SOUNDS LIKE AN EDGY RUNAWAY TEEN?? I’M SORRY HE SOUNDS LIKE THE EDGY TEENAGER WHO STORMED OUT ON THE PARENT AFTER A FIGHT STRAIGHT UP GHBDSFAKMFEW

HOOOLY CRAP

WHAT IS THAT

WHAT’S WITH THE

LOOK HOW TERRIFED PENG AND YELLOWTUSK ARE

HECK ???

ppppppfffooo

w o w

THE JADE EMPEROR

DANG

THAT WAS

D A NG

WOW THAT EXCHANGE WAS SOMETHING

THE MAN

BRU H

THE WAY EVERYHTIG SHOOK WHEN HE TOOK HIS SWORD OUT

WOW THAT WAS WILDIN

HECK BRO

HECK

I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT THEYR’E GONNA DO WITH ALL THIS

AWWW MAC HANGING OUT WITH THE MONKEEEYYYY

that’s cute good for you man, you moved in to Flower Fruit mountain fr HGLSDK;FJ

OKAY NEZHA’S PROBABLY GONNA BE MAD

GROUP HUG

I’M WILL CRY

INSTANTLY

NO HESITATION

HE IS SCOOPED

HE LOOKS SO STARTLED

PLS PIGSY IS SO SQUISHED

SH

SHUT UP

SHUTUPSUTGNFKWEM

I’M

S O N

HE SAID THE THING I’M GOING TO CRY

HE CALLED HIM SON

MK JUST

CRYING TO SEE HIS SON

SMILIGN

HECK

I’M NEVER OKAY

I’M NOT OKAY

THE FIRST THING PIGSY DOES WHEN HE SEES HIM AGAIN AND HAS A MOMENT IS CALL HIM SON THE FIRST THING HE DOES IS CALL HIM SON YOU GUYS I AM MENTALLY UNWELL

HE FR DIDNT’ GET A CHANCE TO SAY IT WHEN HE JUST DIPPED AND JUST HECK HE’S PROBABLY BEEN THINKING ABOUT THAT

Y’ALL ITS DADSY FOR THE WIN AND NOBODY ELSE

OH YUP NEZHA MAD

ITS OKAY MAN MK DOES HAVE A POINT

YOU WOUDL HAVE JUST DIED AND WE ALL WOULD HAVE BEEN SAD

OKAY

OKAY

OKAY

BE CALM BE COOL BE CHILL

MONKEY KING MOMENT

PLEASE OKAY SO EPS ALMOST OVER THEY ENED TO GET INTO THE SCROLL AND GET MONKEY KING

HECK

HECK THEY MIGHT AHVE TO HYP[E HIM UP I’LL BE HE’S FEELING AWFUL

ECK HOW ARE THEY GONNA GET HIM OUT

HECK HECK EHCK

MONKEY KIIIIINGGG

CRIES SOBS

WOW HE’S NOT DEFEATED WITH ONE BLOW IS HE???

BRUH???

OH COME ON

OH WOW

EVERYBODY FELT THAT ONE

OH WOW

AZURE GETS?? POWERS???

DANG??????

CRACK IN THE PLACE

WHAT THE CRAP I SALL THIS

WOW

BRUH FR WENT FOR THAT MUCH CLEAVAGE HUH

THEY FR JUST KILLED THE JADE EMPEROR???

DID NOT SEE THAT COMING

U H

WELL

MONKEY KING GO GET HIM

I AM

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE GIVE ME SOME MONKEY KING THOUGHTS

LIKE PLEASE HAVE THEM NEEDING TO TALK HIM INTO DOING IT BCAUSE HE’S SO CRUSHED RN PLEASE I NEED TO HEAR FROM MONKEY KING HOW HE’S DOING SO HE STOPS BEING MADE INTO A MASTER WU TYPE CHARACTER WHO’S JUST THE MENTOR WHO KEEPS MKAING THIGNS WORSE I JUST NEED YOU TO SHOW AND NOT TELL US ON SOCIAL MEDIA WHAT HE IS SO THAT I CAN ACTUALLY SEE IT BECAUSE IT IS DOING A NUMBER ON ME AS A MONKEY KING ENJOYER TO HAVE HIM BASHED SO MUCH P L E A SE

also WHO’S GONNA BE THE NEXT JADE EMPEROR AFTER THEY DEFEAT AZURE?? MK??? MONKEY KING??? NEZHA??? LIKE?? WHATS THEIR PLAN HERE????

THEY FR JUST SNIPED EVERYHTING HUH

WELL DONE WITH THE WHOLE GOTTA PICK OPTOINS OUTSIDE THE BOX BECAUSE LITERALLY I AHVE NO IDEA WHAT THEY’RE GONNA DO NEXT HECK

YOU BETTER GIVE ME A HYPE UP MONKEY KING MOMENT PLEASE I BEG OF YOU I NEED HIM SHOWN AS AN ABSOLUTELY SHATTERED MAN COME O N

HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO BRAIN AFTER THIS????????

HOW DID AZURE BEAT HIM IN ONE HIT???

WHAT IS HAPPENING??????

Heck bro okay

WELP

I’M CAUGHT UP NOW

IG YOU’LL BE SEEING MORE OF ME POSSIBLY NOW THAT I AM

MAYBE NOT I’M SO DRAINED FROM FAMILY STUFF THAT’S BEEN HAPPENING BUT MY G O D S

WHAT WAS THAT ??? ???? ?? ? ?? ? ? ?? ?

WHAT WAS THATBGSDLFKMAOWEF

ARE THEY LIKE?? ALLOWED TO KILL THE JADE EMPEROR OFF LIKE THAT??? IMPORTANT RELIGIOUS FIGURE JUST SNIPED??? MONKIE KID????? IS THAT ALLOWED??????

ARE THEY GONNA BRING HIM BACK???

U H?????

OKAY WELL

I DUNNO WHAT THAT WAS

I ENJOYED IT?? I THINK?? MY MIND IS ALL OVER THE PLACE RN ITS HARD TO TELL

I WANNA SEE MORE MONKEY MK

MK ON THE CLOUD I DIDN’T APPRECIATE THAT ENOUGH EHCK

WE DIDN’T GET ANYONE TO REALLY REACT TO MONKEY KING BEING HECK

H E C K

|;A;/

I DUNNO WHATS HAPPENIGN ANYMROE AND I’NM NTO SURE WHAT TO FEEL

U H  

EVERYTHING IS FINE

HOW ARE THEY GONNA FIX ALL THIS IN THE SPECIAL???

HEY I HAVE FAITH IN THE CREW, THEY CAN CRAM A SUTPID AMOUNT OF STUFF IN AN EP SO I HAVE NO DOUBT THEY’RE GONNA NAIL THIS I’M JUST

HOW ARE THEY GONNA MANAGE THIS??

AND WILL THEY EVEN MANAGE IT?? CAUSE I DUNNO WHERE THEIR FOCUS IS HECK EHCK BSD;FKMWE

THOUGHTS SCATTERED, HEAD EMPTY I’M GONNA NEED TWO DAYS TO RECOVER WHAT THE HECK WAS THAT KNOX OUT

[pigfriends]

i just wanna be a needy dirty swollen pigslut,,,, i want to be conditioned into eating anything that's given to me, only able to crawl around on all fours, shoving my snout into anything you give me with equal voracity whether it be a freshly baked, full apple pie or the leftover scraps from your thanksgiving dinner or something you pulled out of the dumpster. teach me not to mind when it spills, not minding the food on my snout and cheeks and furry chest. even when you make fun of what a mess i've made, i can only oink and moan as you tease my naked, exposed piggy pussy and asshole. you can fuck me whenever you want, of course, i'm a good piggy, and you breed me and fuck my ass and play with my holes according to your whims. get me used to being dirty, not letting me shower to wash off the sweat from crawling around all day, instead letting it accumulate in my pits and my hairy tits and my big stomach, especially between my rolls as i get fatter and fatter,, use me as your personal dump, pour out the rest of your drink on my face when you dont feel like finishing it, cum on my back and my tits and my stomach and face and neck and ass, get me used to always having your seed encrusted on my fur and my skin, make me like it, my holes constantly gaping and leaking your fluid or mine,, piss on me when you need to, its easier than leaving to go find a toilet and it makes me moan, the stench adding to the heady, lusty haze you have me living in, always full and fed and fucked and bred,,, teach me that i don't need to hold it, that i can piss whenever i need to, i don't even need to move my fat ass,, ill piss all over myself while i eat, while you fuck me, whenever i need to, and you can watch it run down my fuzzy, cellulite-ridden pigwhore legs and my jiggly stomach. keep me pregnant so my eighteen piggy teats swell up nice and fat, thick nipples leaking and always sensitive to the touch, squeeze them whenever you'd like to get me squealing, im such a needy, disgusting hog. fatten me and breed me until i can barely crawl with how my hairy, filthy stomach drags along the floor and my tits squish against my jiggling, enourmously fat arms and legs as i move, the simple journey from my soft warm bed to the trough full of food - the quality of which is depending on your mood that day, but i won't notice either way, as dumb as i've become - is such a challenge that i'm wheezing and sweating, begging to be fucked by the time i even get to my fours.

[blahhhhhhhohmigosh]

From Fluff rivals to Fluff Teamates

Summary: Mikey and Leo has a tickle fight, when both need donnies help from each other he ignores them.... that didnt end up well for him either.

People in this: Lee Leo,Donnie,Mikey Ler Leo,Mikey

Creator: AHHH MINE FIRST ROTTMNT TICKLE FIC!!! IM SOOO EXITED!

Love: Plantonic other words brothely love if you are a pro shiper please leve

Warnings: Just Fluff if you dont like it u can just ignore it ( only if u whant to)

🧡:LEHEHHEOHO-

Said the Orange turtle meanwhile the Slider sat on top of his tummy, tickling the Boxe'rs armpit's in the middle of the living room

💙: Nohoo Brother YOU stole MINE Jupiter Jim comic! I TEACH YOU A LESSON!

Said Leo mean while digin even more and harder in i Mikey's armpit's. Mikey started squeling even harder than before.

Donnie was sitting on the couch writing some notes for his Battle-Shell upgrade.

🧡: DHEHEHEH HEHEHELPH MHEHE-*snort*

Donnie looked over,then back in his notebook.

💜: Sorry Angello but I have more imporant things to do then a " tickle fight".

💙:HAH! No one is here to save u now THEIF!

Said Leo and started to tickle his knee's, on and under the knee's. Raph was making a patrol around the city so he wasnt there.

🧡: LEHHAH- STH*snort* OHP

Said Mikey started to move and kick to get his brother off. Leo fell of him on his shell. Before he could jump on his brother the box turtle jumped on the turtle. Leos knee's where inbetween Mikey's.

💙: Hej heh uhm lehets talk abhout thihis

Said the Slider to the boxed turtle that has a growing smurk on his face.

🧡: No way Lee-on

The Orange turtle said lightly toching his sides making the Red slider giggle.

💙:Dhehehe HeLPAHA-

Leo started laughing his shell of when Mikey started Scribbing his Sides rlly much.

💙:DHEHEH ALHITHEL *snort*HEHELPPH HEHERE.

Said the Red slider that beacame red every second.

💜: Nahh i told you i am busy!

🧡:Whos Laughing now Lee-on?

Said Mikey as he made a big rassberie on his tummy. Leo Laughed his head off soo hard that tears started coming out.

💜:Can u two shut it?! Im trying to work here...

Said D. That responde caught the Summer duos attention.

🧡:D stop begin grumpy! Besides why cant u work in you're room??

💙:Ehehexachlyhi!

Protested the Summer duo.

💜:Well Its still in repair! Soo please be quiet!

Said the Grumpy Genius.

The Sumner duo got a plan. They took Donnies ankels and pulled him down to the floor. Leo hold Donnie with his hands under Donnies armpits meanwhile Mikey sat just exactly how he sat on Leo.

💜: WHAT ARE YOU GUYS DOING!?

He screamed paniced Meanwhile the sillies had a big grin on their face's.

💙:Nothing D!Just making the grumpines go away!

Leon said that meawhile slowley toching the Soft Turtles armpits. Donnie's eyes widend and he bite his lip to not let out a single giggle.

🧡:Exactly! Leo's right!

Said the youngest turtle meanwhile slightly tickling Donnies plastron.

Donnie looked up with closed eyes and trying not to laugh. Eventualy Leo started to dig in Donnies armpits and Mikey to Tickle the plastron fast and not leasing any spot untickled!

💜:NAHAHAR-*snort* ANGEHEHHA- YOU PICES OF SH-HHIHI-

Said donnie squicking mean while kicking his feet soo he could push Mikey off.

💙: dramatic gasp* noho name calling brother? Agian? Oh you're asking for it! Mikey tickle his thights! Ama get the shell!

🧡:Okie dokie!

💜:NOHAHAH MIKHIHIE LEHEHEO NOHOHO I-UH-PLEAHSHSES

Donnie pleased but the duo didnt listen!

Leo started skracting slightly Donnies shell ( like i said earlier donnie didnt have it on for a upgrade) meanwhile Mikey skratched his thights slightly but fast.

The soft turtle bursted out with chuckels, wheezings and laughs. Finally Donnies laugh started to go silent so the duo stopped.

🧡:you're okay D?

Asked the youngest turtle. Donnie was silent, put his battle shell on and stared at them. The duo though they went too far but then 2 robotic hands took their wrists so they coudnt move.

💜:Mine turn now.

Said donnie in a evil tone with a smirk.

Part 2 will be soon 😌

[guildofempyreans]

Chapter 2: "Become the Hunted"

//Next chapter's here! Well as we learned last chapter but also last year, Zandiel's fucking gone. So it's up to the rest of the Empyreans to find him! But how exactly are they going to do that? And what will they find on the way?//

“Sieg!” He could hear Ylva shout behind him, but paid her little mind.

  What did Folze mean, Zandiel’s “presence” was missing? And some other, powerful presence was there? Someone had just waltzed into their room and kidnapped him, then? And no one stopped them?

  But the use of the term “presence” made Siegril suspicious. Whatever was happening wasn’t normal, was it?

  Siegril flung the door to their room, knife in hand. Inside, it was empty as expected. With a huff, he took a cursory glance. Nothing suspicious was on the floor, nor the beds or drawers…

  The window was wide open, but that made sense. No one would kidnap someone through the front door. All this told him was that the kidnapper was either a klutz, in a rush, or purposefully left the window open for some reason. Possibly as a taunt.

  Siegril grit his teeth, stomping up to the windowsill. Nothing was there. No snagged piece of clothing, no blood, no visible fingerprints, and nothing like a calling card.

  “Ugh, ‘course they left through the window!”

  Ylva was at the door, holding her spear in one hand. Wing skittered into the room with her nose to the ground, sniffing around.

  “How long’s he been gone?” Siegril asked.

  “I’unno. Folze was just tellin’ me when ya walked in. And he prob’ly told Lee before me.”

  “Then…” Siegril stepped away from the window, taking another quick look around. “Ugh…!”

  “A-Alright, Sieg! Calm down!” Ylva smiled, but spoke with a bit of panic in her tone. “Ya know any clothes Ain’s worn a lot? I can get Wing ta try ‘n track ‘im down.”

  “Get whatever you want from his closet. Hurry.”

  “C’mere, Wing!”

  As he heard the two shuffle around, he began to tap his foot. Thinking anymore wasn’t going to solve anything. Who kidnapped Zandiel and why didn’t matter, they just needed Wing to pick up his scent. If this unknown presence entered and exited as quickly as Folze made it sound, then they could be anywhere on the ship by now, possibly even outside it.

  “Siege…!”

  “What?” he looked up to the door with a glare.

  “What?” Oz repeated as if it were a ridiculous statement. “What the hell’s going on here? You live in a place where people just get kidnapped like it’s nothing?”

  “This is the first time this’s happened.” he noted, looking down. He didn’t need this. None of this from Oz, and none of what was happening right now.

  Why was this happening right now? Why did this past week feel like such a whirlwind?

  “Dammit, Ain…!”

  A blueish blur went past Siegril. Wing was at the window, scrambling up the windowsill and into the outdoors. Once she landed, she turned back and barked.

  “Alright, she’s got somethin’!” Ylva shouted, holding onto Zandiel’s bright red cape as she leapt out the window. Landing on the ground, she turned around and jabbed her thumb towards the outside. “C’mon!”

  Siegril nodded, hopping out the window. He could hear Oz grumble as they also climbed out. He was silently thankful as everyone followed after Wing. Whatever was going on, it likely wasn't going to end peacefully. He’d rather go alone in that case, but Wing absolutely had to lead the charge. Stealth wasn’t an option with Ylva or Oz either. Strength in numbers was the next best.

  As the group followed Wing, it became more clear that they were heading towards one of the ship’s exits.

  “Hell…!” Oz wheezed as they ran. “You said it’d only been a few minutes right…?! How fast… is this person…?!”

  “Dunno.”

  Whoever they were dealing with was either highly efficient, working with others, or simply had some noteworthy speed. With that in mind, it was possible they were chasing down an Yggdroid. They generally fit the criterias of efficiency and speed, plus the fact that Folze seemed to have issues understanding their presence.

  An Yggdroid wasn't going to be an easy target. Knives wouldn’t work well against them, and Yggdroids had an innate resistance to bodily effects such as paralysis. Shaking his head, Siegril focused on following Wing off the ship with the others. This wasn’t the time to think so far ahead. They just needed to find Zandiel, first.

  Wing slowed to a halt as everyone stepped onto the grassy fields of the first island. Even though she was tired, she immediately got to work trying to track his scent.

  “Damn, it’s dark out here…” Ylva noted, looking up and holding her hand above her eyes. “The moon’s pretty bright, though. Think that means somethin’?”

  “No.” Siegril quickly responded, looking up as well. It was notably bright. “Maybe. I dunno.”

  “Eh, I was just kiddin…” she sighed, waving Zandiel’s cape around. “Hey, Wing. Come ‘n smell this again. I’m thinkin’ yer losin’ track ‘a him by now. ‘specially with stuff like animals ‘n monsters roamin’ around.”

  “While we’re taking a break…” Oz began, going so far as to lay down on the grass, “Anyone wanna tell me ‘bout this Ain guy?”

  “This isn’t a break. And he’s our leader. Guild leader.” Siegril answered, narrowing his eyes at Oz. A break was too lenient. They were just recuperating while Wing narrowed down his location.

  He looked away. “And he’s… one of my friends.”

  “That explains it. I was trying to remember if you ever acted so energetic.” they said.

  “I’m not being energetic.”

  “Well, guess I’m motivated again. Can't leave your new friend out to dry.”

  “Yeah…” Ylva chimed in. She was crouched down, holding out Zandiel’s cape, and her spear was on the ground. “And uh, now that yer all caught up on Ain, can ya tell me who you are?”

  “Oz.” they replied. “I’m a doctor, an’ I’ve known Siegril for some years. That’s…” they scratched their chin. “‘bout enough, right?”

  “Fer now, sure!” she replied with a nod. “Nice ta meet ya, Oz. Thanks fer helpin’ us!”

  “Yup.”

  In the meantime, Siegril watched Wing. She had left Ylva’s side, and kept her nose on the ground as she wandered nearby. Eventually, she raised her head, her tail wagging as she let out a bark.

  Ylva stood up. “Alright, enough layin’ around!”

  The direction Wing was facing…

  Of course it was towards the ruins. Siegril scoffed. That felt so obvious, yet here they were, wasting time. Whoever kidnapped Zandiel already went far enough to leave the ship. They weren’t going to stay on this little island. By now, they could have already taken the pole to the second island.

  To make up for it, Siegril began to sprint north.

  “Hey, wait up!” Ylva called. “Careful!”

  “I’ll be fine! I can see just fine.”

  “That ain’t what I mean!”

  Though he had to admit, he wasn't used to this much activity, or this many obstacles. When he had to run like this in the dark, it was usually to pursue or track someone in town. Relatively empty streets, straight roads or even rooftops…

  But as he nearly tripped over a tree root, he had to ingrain it in his mind again that this wasn’t the same. None of this was. He was exerting himself to rescue someone, not hunting down someone for money. Though, as he began to frame the situation as hunting down a kidnapper, he began to feel more in his element.

  …Was that right, though? To discard the thought of helping a friend for the thought of killing someone?

  Was that okay?

  He was nearing the bushes that led to the clearing they saw the first time they found the ruins.

  Don’t get hurt. Don’t die. Don’t–

  Siegril felt his foot snag onto something, and it was already too late to react. He fell down, face first, and began to tumble downhill.

  “Sieg!”

  Laying down in place, Siegril grumbled before trying to stand back up. He wobbled and nearly fell again, but managed to get back on his feet with a heavy breath.

  Looking up, he found that he’d nearly reached the bottom of the hill. From here, the ruins were already in sight.

  “I told ya to be careful!” Ylva stumbled down the hill with Wing, who galloped down only a bit more gracefully. “Just hang on fer just a second!” she requested, using her spear to keep herself standing. “What's gonna happen if ya get caught off guard like that when there’s monsters around?!”

  Siegril looked away, breathing louder than he was used to. She was right, he knew she was, but…

  “I just…”

  “Ain’s gonna be fine, alright?! We just–”

  “You don’t know that.”

  “Well Ain ain’t some defenseless piece ‘a paper, is he?!” she yelled, causing Siegril to simply blink in confusion.

  “Don’t gimme that look! Listen, we just gotta trust he’s handlin’ himself! ‘n it’s like I said; how’s it gonna look if we’re runnin’ ‘round outta breath ‘n get caught off guard by some monster ‘er tree root?!”

  Siegril could hear labored gasps and footsteps that nearly slid down the hill.

  “Uuuugh…!” Oz groaned. “Muh– Motherfucker…!”

  Wing whined, running up to them.

  “That’s…! The place, right?!” they asked, shakily pointing to the distant ruins.

  “...Yeah. Gotta be where he is. This’s the only place this way.” Turning around, Ylva raised her hand towards Oz. “You, uh… You needa break?”

  In response, Oz fell to their knees, leaning their head down in exhaustion. “Yeah, I’ll… catch up.” they said before pulling out a small green orb from their bag. An unrecognizable symbol was etched onto it.

  “Just… here.”

  Ylva leaned forward, narrowing an eye at the object.

  “Stun Sigil...” Oz said. “Ya throw it… an’ it stops whatever it hits from movin’ for a while.”

  “Gotcha! Thanks!” Ylva eagerly took the sigil off their hands. “Wing, stay with Oz til they’re ready ta go. Sieg? Let’s check the ruins!”

  Siegril nodded. “Thanks, Oz. Sorry.”

  They shooed the two away while petting Wing with their other hand. “Jus’ hurry it up.”

  With another nod, Siegril ran down the hill with Ylva. As the crunch of grass slowly merged into the clacking of sparse stone tiles, Siegril could feel something strange. His body was detecting a trace amount of flowing Mana up ahead, emerging from spilled blood. It was faint, meaning it belonged to an Earthlain or Therian. There was an unfamiliar, odd flow to it.

  It could be Zandiel’s. Unless he had injured whoever held him captive, or someone else was involved. Or it belonged to a simple adventurer who had nothing to do with this. Siegril cursed his inability to detect more precisely.

  Reaching the entrance, he hesitated, then stopped entirely. Up ahead, there was a heap of a person on the ground inside, wearing nothing but shades of dark brown. Their back was turned towards them. Taking out a knife, Siegril turned around and held a hand up towards Ylva. She stopped in her tracks, eyebrow raised, before quietly stepping up to the entrance.

  “What the…?” she whispered, peering over Siegril.

  “It's a person.” the same person this flow of Mana was coming from. If this was Zandiel’s captor, then he truly had handled the situation on his own. Still, who could this be? Narrowing his eyes, he found that this person also had long brown hair that blended with their outfit.

  Walking into the ruins, the figure became clearer, and so did their dark brown hat that matched with the rest of their outfit. Siegril could only grit his teeth in realization.

  “Alverion?!” Ylva gasped.

  “Wait.” Siegril reached a hand out, but she’d already pushed past him and was running up to the Zodiac.

  This wasn’t right. As suspicious as he was of Alverion, him being Zandiel’s captor didn’t make sense. But what was he doing here?

  “Alverion?! Hey!” Ylva was sitting in front of him, having tossed Zandiel’s cape over her shoulder. She hovered her hands above him with uncertainty.

  “He’s alive.” Siegril said as he approached. That much was certain, but how much longer he’d be if left alone wasn’t.

  His eyes widened once he saw the front of Alverion. There was a large diagonal cut through his jacket, revealing the skin underneath. The jacket had seeped in most of the blood flowing from the cut, but a very small pool had formed on the ground.

  “W-Whadda we do?! Dammit, I didn’t pack anything ta heal with!”

  “Oz’ll be here soon.” Siegril stated, taking a closer look at Alverion. His brows were furrowed in pain, even in a state of unconsciousness.

  The speed and efficiency that Alverion conjured his barriers in battle was admirable. For him to be caught off guard this badly meant that there was something– or someone– truly dangerous around.

  He looked at the small trace of blood on the ground, and found that a few drops had fallen north of him. That meant three things. One, Alverion had been pushed or stumbled back before falling. Two, he likely hadn't fallen unconscious instantly. And three, whatever attacked had hit from the north. But there wasn’t much room up north. The only thing ahead was…

  Narrowing his eyes, Siegril marched to the northmost door. He pried his knife into the middle gap, and flung it open.

  Siegril staggered back with a quiet gasp.

  “What?!” Ylva said. “What’s– whoa!”

  The section that once had the hand-like shape etched into it had seemingly been blown apart. In its stead was a small, open hole that revealed the other side of the wall. Leading up to it was a light trail of blackish red blood.

  Siegril sprinted over without a word. Fitting his head through the hole, he found the debris of the hand-like carving scattered around the hallway. The pieces weren't glowing red, and they weren’t blue like Zandiel said the carving initially was. The color had been completely drained, and looked like any regular carving. The only color on them was the blood that’d dripped onto a few pieces.

  Siegril looked down both sides of the hallway, but nothing stood out. The clearest thing was that the residual Mana in this blackish blood didn't match the usual Earthlain’s. Not entirely, at least. Truthfully, Siegril had no idea what kind of blood he was registering. Was this Zandiel’s? His captor’s? Whoever attacked Alverion, if that was a different person entirely?

  Zandiel had to be involved, given his odd connection with the carving. But…

  “The hell happened here…?!” his thoughts were interrupted by Oz. Wing was also whining. Siegril gave the room one last look over before leaving with a huff.

  “This Ain?” Oz asked.

  “No, he’s another guild member! You can help ‘im, right?!”

  Oz nodded, cracking their knuckles before a pale blue glow started to emit from their hands. “Well, thanks for not moving him. Gonna guess you didn’t… Outta the way, you two.”

  Ylva and Wing did as instructed. Oz sat down next to Alverion. With a low whistle, they hovered their hands over his chest.

  “Dunno how long he’s been out here, but...” they murmured, trailing off.

  “What’s goin’ on here?” Ylva muttered, crossing her arms. “Ain, Alverion, ‘n that blood in that room! Is the same person doin’ all this?”

  “Alverion being here’s weird.” Siegril noted. “Did Folze say anything about him going missing, too?”

  Ylva shook her head. “I’m guessin’ Alverion’s been gone, but you know how he is. Leavin’ ‘n comin’ back whenever.”

  That didn’t explain why he was here of all places.

  “Let’s keep looking for Ain.” Siegril decided.

  “But… I-I mean, yer right, but…”

  “I’ll take care of him.” Oz noted. “You three, get to searching. If someone tries to drop in an’ slash me, I’ve got a few tools, so don't worry ‘bout that.”

  “If… yer sure.” Ylva murmured.

  “Oz’ll be fine. Let’s go.”

  The three decided to group together, in case the attacker was still in the ruins. They began by checking the path that looped in on itself. That led them to the other side of the wall, where they could investigate the rubble more closely. To their dismay, it didn’t lead to any discoveries, not even when Wing checked around the blood.

  From there, they took one of the shortcuts to search the rest of the ruins. After the three dispatched a few monsters, Ylva opened a door, only to be greeted by a severed half of a purple wolf. The other half was only a few paces ahead.

  “What the hell?!”

  Siegril narrowed his eyes at the cleanly-cut beast, only for his features to smooth out in realization.

  “Ain…”

  Ylva gave him an incredulous look. “Huh?!”

  “We found monsters cut up like this in the Misty Ravine. The one who cut them was Ain, I think. Or one of his blood things.”

  “Wait, so– No, that don’t make sense!”

  “What doesn’t?” he asked, stepping over the monster.

  “I was boutta say, uh, what if he… hurt Alverion?” she trailed off before raising her voice again. “But there’s no way he would! No reason he would, at least!”

  “But if he summoned his blood, it could’ve attacked someone without him telling it to. …Maybe.” he lowered his voice, not wanting to believe he’d already bring it out again if it hurt him. But if he was taken away, unarmed, then he couldn’t entirely blame him. The only issue was that, if he did, then he was going to be unconscious somewhere.

  “Let’s keep looking.” he said.

  “Gotcha.”

  They were unable to find a trace of him in the ruins, and Wing’s trail seemed to end once they actually entered the place. The only conclusion was that he’d been taken through the pole. Ylva planned to let Oz know they were leaving, but Siegril stopped her. Oz wouldn't want them wasting time running back to them. Plus, they were treating Alverion. No reason to make them lose their focus.

  The three entered the pole, and were sent to the Isle of Solitude. With a deep breath, Ylva took a look around. She had Zandiel’s cape slung around her shoulder, and removed it in order to present it to Wing. Taking another sniff at the cape and the ground around them yielded no results. Wing could only whine as she raised her head.

  “Aww, ‘s alright, Wing.” she said, crouching down and scratching behind her ear. “Ain’t much else ta pick up on if he’s gotten this far.”

  “There’s ruins somewhere here, too. Maybe he’s in there.” Clearly the ruins had some importance to the situation, given what happened to that room.

  “Oh yeah, wasn't Luxes talkin’ about one on here one time?” she asked. “Didn’t say where it was, but someone at base camp’ll prob’ly know.”

  With a nod, Siegril ran ahead. The three made their way down the hill and through the lightly-paved road. 

  Reaching the camp, they could only see one campfire lit. Three people were sitting around it, clearly having been on their own excursion, and one of them seemed to be asleep. Ylva provided a quick greeting to the guild before asking about the ruins. One member, a Therian with long white hair, dressed similarly to the dancers of Tharsis, was the first to respond.

  “Ohhh, like the ruins on the first island? Yeah, we’ve heard! But last we checked, no one could find a way to open it.”

  “That’s fine! We just wanna see it!”

  “Huh. Well, it’s…” they turned to face the purple-haired Earthlain next to them, who had a scythe propped up to lean forward on. “Northwest, right?”

  “Hm? Ah… yes?” he answered, looking down at Wing, who’d approached him. “I’m not sure either, but northwest sounds right.”

  “Alright, thanks! That helps a lot!” Ylva said. “And, uh… Y’all got any supplies ya wouldn’t mind partin’ with? Like just a medica ‘er somethin’? We had ta rush out here without anything.”

  The Earthlain nodded. “We’ve got some extras, actually! You’re kind of in luck.” He took out three medicas from his bag and handed them to Ylva. “These were gonna end up sitting in our storage room like the others if we kept them.”

  “Uuugh, why’s Shara such a hoarder?” the Therian quietly lamented.

  “Well, thanks! Seriously, this’ll help!” Ylva stuffed one in her pocket before handing the other two to Siegril.

  “Sorry we’re in such a rush! Hope ta see y’all again!” she said as she started to jog towards the exit, with Siegril and Wing following behind.

  “N-No problem! Good luck getting it to open!” the Earthlain said.

  “See ya~!” the Therian called out, waving to the three in an exaggerated manner. “Oh! Wait! You know monsters start appearing on the west side, right? Careful!”

  “Gotcha! Thanks!”

  Once the three left the outskirts, Ylva spoke up. “Glad they were willin’ ta help! They were nice.”

  “Guess so. But the monsters…” Siegril murmured. “I didn’t think we’d have to run this far. Didn’t think we’d even leave Maginia.”

  “Yeah, I know…! I was hopin’ they could tell us more about the ruins, but at least we know about the area, now.”

  “We should slow down.” Siegril said. “I don’t wanna get caught off guard.”

  Ylva did so, and began to look around. “C’n only see a few feet in front ‘a me…”

  They were in a rather open part of the fields, leaving them vulnerable from all sides, while allowing Siegril to see far ahead. It was a double-edged sword that they could do little to weigh in their favor.

  “Thinkin’ about it, I ain’t ever seen any monsters ‘round the field. Wonder what they’re like.” Ylva clumsily tightened the hold on her spear, still holding Zandiel’s cape in one hand.

  “Here.” Siegril reached out and took the cape. He put it on himself, and gave it a quick flourish. It’s already served its purpose to find a trace of Zandiel, so wearing it or getting it dirty didn’t mean much in that regard.

  “Huh.” he murmured, lightly tugging on the collar. The thing was built like a neck warmer with a cape attached. It wasn't what he expected at all, but it made sense why it never seemed to fly off Zandiel’s body.

  “Heh, lookin’ good.” Ylva commented with a thumbs up.

  “...Not important.” he mumbled, bringing the collar closer to his face. “We don’t know exactly where the ruins are, so running anymore’s just gonna waste energy. Let’s walk.”

  His legs had been burning in exhaustion for some time, but pushing through something like that was normal. Now that he’d slowed down, it was catching up. Even Wing had plopped down into the grassy dirt.

  Ylva sighed in relief. “Yeah. Plus it’s too dark for me ta just run around like you ‘n Wing.”

  “Hm…” Siegril narrowed his eyes at her. Was there some way to help with that? He looked away, placing a hand on his chin.

  “You good?” Ylva asked.

  “Yeah.”

  “Uh… Ya thinkin’ about somethin’?”

  “Yeah.” he repeated. It took him a moment to realize what was happening; she wanted him to continue the conversation. He didn’t see much reason why, since he didn’t have a solution, but relented with a sigh.

  “I tried to think of some spell to help your sight. I don’t know any, though.”

  “Really? Aw, that’s sweet!” she laughed. “Yanno, I noticed you been usin’ yer magic more often!”

  “...A little more, I guess.” he crossed his arms and tilted his head up. There were a lot of stars out tonight, though they barely helped light the way. And if he was reading the moon’s location right, it was past one in the morning…

  “Damn! ‘s like, two in the mornin’, ‘er somethin!” Ylva said, surprising Siegril. She was looking up at the sky, too. “You said you can read this stuff too, right?”

  He nodded. “You’re good. At reading the sky.”

  Ylva scratched the back of her head. “Yeah, well…! I ain’t done it as much ever since I started joinin’ guilds instead ‘a runnin’ around forests all day, but–”

  She was interrupted by Wing’s low, deep growl.

  She faced the southwest. Her ears were raised, and her teeth bared. In that direction, a lone, black and white monster stood. It was clearly looking in their direction, and must have been aware of them before Wing made any noise.

  “‘s there somethin’ out there?!”

  “Yeah. It sees us.” Siegril whispered, taking out two knives. “Some black and white…”

  Narrowing his eyes, he realized that it wasn’t just one beast, but two. There was a smaller, similar-looking one inside the large monster’s front pouch.

  “...Monsters. With big fists.” he said. “There’s two, but one’s small.”

  “Wait, that kinda sounds like…”

  Wing snarled at the monster, who raised its oddly large arms and seemed to duck and dodge at nothing in particular. Was it charging up for something? Was it taunting Wing?

  Then, it slammed its fist into the ground.

  “Whoa!” Ylva shouted, holding her spear more defensively.

  Wing’s hackles were fully raised as she barked at the monster, who’d just leapt forward.

  Crashing down, the monster kicked up dirt and dust. It was still far enough away to plan something, but that one leap closer made its appearance clearer. It was a giant, kangaroo-like beast.

  Siegril squatted down, nearly casting a paralyzing effect onto one of the knives before stopping. He threw a hand to the side instead. “Gimme Oz’s sigil!”

  “Right!” she took it out of her pocket and handed it over.

  Siegril ran past Wing and prepared to throw, keeping his eyes locked on the beast. He had no idea how this sigil worked, but he knew it’d be better to wait until it was closer. He was confident in his aim, but not in what the monster could do in retaliation.

  It was approaching, but still too far to be sure…

  Thud.

  One leap closer, and Siegril could make out its beady red eyes and snarl.

  Thud.

  Another leap, and Wing’s growling had quieted down. She was still in a defensive stance, but it had lost some of its vigor. Siegril could understand why, and tried to not let it phase him. The size of these monsters had become incredibly clear, now. The child itself was taller than Siegril or Ylva, to say nothing of the parent.

  Thud.

  Only a few feet distanced the two. Now was the time. He had to treat this with the same confidence of throwing a knife to debilitate a human. Siegril reared his arm back, and with a grunt, threw the orb forward with as much force as he could. The orb soared straight ahead, as if it had honed in on the monsters.

  Making contact, a small burst of energy came from it. A second later, the monster let out a cry. Its body seized and struggled as sparks of light bounced off and around its body.

  “It worked, right?!” Ylva shouted. “C’mon, let’s get outta here!”

  Before Siegril could even stand up straight, a spark of light appeared in front of him. The orb had returned to him, though the yellow sigil etched onto it had faded out completely.

  He looked back up at the two monsters for a moment before running, leading the way to what was hopefully the ruins they seeked.

[the-enby-bird]

Destined- Killer's Party, Part 1

ugh ugh ugh i hate this. i hate this so much. but i swear if i edit it more im going to cry so. here

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The dark water swishing around him was cold, stinging his skin. The fish he was chasing had disappeared, any movement of water and distant flickers of silver swept away. 

Killer didn’t care. He found something more interesting. 

The flickers of cyan in the dark water below him were easy to miss, dismissable as the last remains of sunlight glancing off of rocks. Something was moving below him, something big, something dangerous. 

Killer wanted to see it. He craved the excitement, the adventure, that delicious adrenaline running through his mana. It felt like fire in his bones, blocking out any emotions, any memories. The thrill, of the chase, of the hunt, was like a drug, that frenzied peace that was so, so delicious.

Just thinking about the feeling energized him, tail flicking faster as he darted downwards. The black mass beneath him writhed, cyan flashes growing larger as part of the mass reached up to him.

His soul skipped a beat, and with a quick snap of his tail he dodged the tentacle, admiring the cyan glow for a second before shooting downwards. 

Black water rushed past him as he dodged another two tentacles, navigating solely on the cyan glow and the gentle ripples in the water. 

A tentacle brushed close, too close, fantastically close, to his ribcage, something catching his rib and tugging, hard. He pulled back, already feeling the magic rushing to the wound, yet the pain was distant. 

A tentacle finally caught his tail, squeezing tight enough that it surpassed the haze of adrenaline. To his embarrassment, he whimpered at the pain, going limp. 

A growl sounded from beneath him. Killer tried to wiggle free as the tentacle dragged him into the deep, the walls of the trench closing around him. The glow of cyan grew brighter as sunlight faded, the rocks dimly illuminated to the point Killer could barely, just barely, see them. 

His vision blurred as another tentacle latched onto him, squeezing his ribcage until it creaked.

Something snapped, mana and marrow fogging up his first view of his captor. 

The bright eyelight glaring into him was filled with thousands of swirling shades of blue and teal. It was glorious, gorgeous, beautiful. He slumped in the grasp of the kraken, dumb awe stripping him of any concious or reasonable thought. 

His arm itched, his ribs were snapped, and there were bruises all over his tail, and yet all he could think of was how nice, amazing, pristine, perfect the other mer’s bones looked, the scars running along their tentacles and hand such a contrast to everything else about them.

The kraken growled when he flicked his tail. Killer stilled once more, and the trench filled with near-silence as the kraken resettled on the floor. Their piercing gaze landed on his chest, the floating splotch of red that was his soul.

“Y’like what ya see?” Killer quipped, wheezing slightly at the effort it took to speak. 

The kraken blinked, their deep voice rumbling throughout the trench as they spoke, “Do you seriously not know what I am?”

“Uh, nope. Hot? An octopus?”

“Pardon?”

“You. You’re pretty.”

“I… I am Nightmare, lord of the deep, terror of the seas, bringer of storms, god of the moon-”

“Huh. Sounds fun.”

“You are supposed to fear me?”

“Eh. You’re pretty. Hard t’ fear ya.” Killer slurred the last part of his sentence, struggling to blink away the darkness in his vision.

Nightmare stammered out his next sentence, “There is something wrong with you.”

“Dun need you to tell me tha’.”

“You’re an idiot.”

“Again. I know that already.”

Nightmare closed his eye, or perhaps Killer's vision was just fading- the two were equally likely. Either way, the trench was swamped with peaceful darkness, the soft rumble of Nightmare’s voice, the darkness, and mana loss lulling him into a restless sleep.

He felt something brush his arm right before he tipped into unconsciousness, that annoying itch fading as he slipped into sleep.

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all of my fics end the same way and i hate it

[cloudcountry]

KJFKG Flower patterns hit different,, 😩👌 

I’m like,, half-way done with writing the family dynamic for Siren!Reader, but I was scrolling through random bits of writing I did for Loop!Reader, and I have to say,, some parts are kinda hilarious?? (At least to me, anyway-) I hope you don’t mind me sharing some adfhjfgh-

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(Ghost Bride Event)

Epel hurried to Lilia, one of the many frozen students, picked him up, and carried him away like a cardboard cut-out.

“Oh my God,” (Name) wheezed as she unceremoniously dragged Leona’s frozen body to a corner. “Why are you so heavy?”

Leona clicked his tongue. “Watch it, herbivore.”

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“But a student lives here? Is that safe?”

(Name) and Grim looked at each other.

“Well, no, it’s actually a dump. It’s prehistoric, a literal dust heap, nothing but a pile of trash. I feel like the floor could give out beneath me any second and I’d die, and I feel like the plumbing is this close to breaking apart. Grim and the Ramshackle cockroaches are my roommates, now. The Ramroaches, if you will. The roomie-roaches? The Ramroomieroaches. Either way, I’ll be honest, I kind of hate living there.”

Well, that’s what she wished she said, anyway.

Instead, (Name) cocked her head, forming her answer carefully. “It’s definitely seen better days,” she said. “But it’s not like it’s collapsing in on itself as we speak.”

“I suppose... Well, if you think it’s alright, I’ll take your word for it.”

Please don’t.

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ALSO!! I love the new theme?! It looks so cool!! ^w^

Jackdaw Anon 🐦

I KNOW RIGHT?!?!? AND ONE OF THEM EVEN HAS LITTLE SNAILS ON IT :(( I WANT TO CRY A LITTLE TEHYRE SO CUTE I HOPE THEY DONT EVER GET HOLES AJHJGSFDHAGSFD

never EVER take a positve word about ramshackle. im so GLAD they decided to fix it up at the end of book six but for FUCKS SAKE crowley should have done something about it sooner. hes SUCH A BAD HEADMAGE. BOOOOOOOOOOOOOO CROWLEY SUCKS!!!!!!!!!

also thank youuu hehehe i wanted to go for something softer this time :D !!!!

[swagging-back-to]

whump idea thats super messy and trash

cw ableism and canon typical sadness.

the usual seventh wheel asshole team behavior

something happens and everyone but lance is severely injured or altered in some way

pidge has vocal atrophy, hunk has Hyperesthesia making it impossible for him to touch other people or smell and taste things with too much flavor. Shiro is like normal but x10000. Keith develops seizures, muscle tremors, and hallucinations. coran has severe amnesia and hostile delusions, similar to dementia. Allura displays symptoms of conduct disorder.

hunk and pidge are the only ones who can act somewhat normal, keith is sane most of the time.

obviously being the only able bodied and able minded person on the ship, lance has to be resident nurse to 4 traumatized humans and 2 extremely overpowered toddlers. at first he can handle it, his abuelo had dementia, and he practically raised all his nieces and nephews. But of course, after time, the edges start to fray.

it started with hunk, Lance letting it slip more than once that he wishes he could taste hunks cooking and feel his strong arms wrapped in a tight hug.

it progressed to pidge, with Lance snapping during a particularly slow evening for the teen to "just say something, anything! i dont care if you say how much you hate me, or how stupid i am, or how im the weakest link and cant do anything to help anyone---just please say something." all pidge could do was stare in shock at the outburst until an eternity had passed and Lance stormed from the lab with bloodshot eyes.

Next, it was Shiro. It had been during a collective outburst by both Allura and Coran, with both of them screaming and wailing and throwing their (entirely too strong) fists at Lance's face. The violence caused Shiro to start wheezing to the point he turned blue, digging his fingers into his throat like he was being strangled. It was anything but brag worthy, but Lance was unable to do anything but hiss "Shiro i cant deal with your bullshit right now! Get the fuck out of here instead of strangling yourself" by the time he had managed to get Allura and Coran calmed down he was too busy sewing his split eyebrow to realize what had slipped from his mouth.

Unsurprisingly, Allura was the next target. She had been acting particularly defiant all day, purposely sabotaging all the preparations Lance had made in order for everyone to get what they needed (food, sleep, showers, meds, physical therapy, training, etc.) It wasnt until she had purposely started spraying purfume in Hunk's quarters did he truly rip into her, slamming her wrist against the wall halfway through her dumping an entire bottle on hunks bed to the point it left a bruise for a month. There were too many harsh words and insults to be remembered by either of them, but allura couldnt ignore the way her wrist clicked everytime she rolled it now.

Coran's berating didnt come until much later during the peak of a galran ambush. The ginger was completely unable to help, standing around mindlessly while Lance ran from the bridge to the controls. Halfway through inputting coordinates for an impromtu wormhole, Coran suddenly went back to a specific point in time and recognized nothing else besides *random alien using control hub, ship alarms blaring* and went on the offense. Lance had to dislocate one of corans shoulders in order to get him to stop long enough to create a wormhole--with another severe concussion.

Keith had been given most of lance's patience, able to provide Lance with some normalcy half of the time and keep him sane...until the hallucinations started up. Keith's own frustration over not being able to help, not being able to train, not being able to exert himself even a little bit before he ended up on the floor convulsing, how he couldnt keep his hands steady enough to hold his blade did not help matters at all. He started snapping at Lance everytime he awoke to Lance's hovering and concerned questions. Eventually Lance stopped waiting around for the seizures to stop--he had 5 other people depending on him. Eventually, he stopped trying to break Keith from his delusions, leaving him to be stuck in them for days or weeks. it wasnt until Keith hallucinated him as Zarkon did Lance have a problem with it again, snapping about how Keith was more like Zarkon than he, a full human, ever could be. How Keith was a bloodthirsty alien, and if he couldnt pull himself together and stop being "fucking delusional" then he might as well die, "that's your people's motto, isnt it? at least then i wont have another problem to clean up."

what lance failed to remember over time was that the team wasnt mentally gone, they werent deaf or blind, they didnt just forget. They had moments of lucidity, some more than others, and watched his spiraling descent into raged insanity.

[junowritings]

Hello there mighty one!

May I request the bois reacting to fem!reader carrying tyem 'princess' style?

Reader looks week, skinny she looks like they don't have that much muscles. (Ironically they radiate big_D energy). She carries them like they don't weight that much. (+ Bonus points if reader acts like it's a normal thing!)

Be it a bet or one of the boys got injured or something else but reader ends up carrying them. That's literally it lol

Thank you ahead! ❤️💓

OH MAN THIS TOOK SO LONG IM SORRY! I had so much fun with this and I really hope that it was well worth the wait thank you so much for requesting!

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Riddle

♡ Honestly, you get a serious kick out of surprising people with your strength. Everyone always underestimates you, thinking that you’re too scrawny to pick up a chair much less even try picking up a person. You always protest about it, but unless someone actually wants you to show off just how strong you are you rarely get the chance to show off just how strong you are. Your fellow students would lose it if they found out just how easy it was to get swept off of their feet - you yanked Ace up into your arms once when he made the mistake of teasing you about it, giving him a little hoist into the air for good measure and cracking up at the shocked wheeze he let out at how easily you lifted him. Needless to say you’re pretty strong even if you don’t look it.

♡ You’d been lying if you said you hadn’t at least been a tiny bit tempted to carry Riddle around if only to see how he reacts - just thinking about the priceless look on his face was an amusing thought, but it remained as thoughts because as funny as it would be you value the life of yourself and your fellow classmates over the idea. It just so happens that thanks to a certain series of events, you actually get the chance to see the scenario play out in real life, surprisingly through no fault of your own.

♡ There’s certain times of the day where the crowds of students around Night Raven College swell and dissipate depending on where you are. In the middle of the day the rush is arguably the worst to anyone hoping not to get lost within a swarm of students bustling from their classrooms. It’s the period right before lunch actually starts, and whilst you should technically be in class right now, you’d all gotten enough done that you were allowed out a few minutes earlier than usual. Frankly you were more than happy for the extra minutes - it meant a few precious moments where you could tear through the hallways and get to the cafeteria to nab a snack before the main crowds started clogging up the exits as they did everytime the lunch period rolls in.

♡ You’re humming around a mouthful of the sweet treat you’d snagged from the days menu when you cross paths with Riddle, and though he doesn’t look too chuffed about you eating food outside of the appropriate dining hall he doesn’t call you out on it. You two fall into stride retreating down the hallway from where you’d first entered; it seems that you’re both heading towards the same area and you don’t mind the company so it suits you just fine to spend a little time with the dorm leader before going your respective ways for the next class. The peace doesn’t last for very long - soon enough the rest of the classes are being let out, and you’re suddenly reminded of why you were rushing to get away from the dining hall in the first place.

♡ All you see is the dinner rush crowd making a mad dash to the cafeteria and you act without thinking. You just know that Riddle would step in to enforce at least some kind of order to the pandemonium, but even if he could scare the crowd into stopping they’re still going to barge right over the two of you at this rate, and you’d rather avoid having the ghosts scraping either one of you off of the hallway floor. You’d much rather suffer through getting reamed out by Riddle for the stunt you’re about to pull than getting trampled by a stampede of students with no sense of personal space. When you mutter a quick “sorry!” Riddle gives you a confused look, which turns baffled when you toss your snack for him to catch in order to free up your hands (he catches it, thankfully - you don’t wanna make the journey back to buy a new one.)

♡ It’s a swift motion - all Riddle feels is your hands grabbing hold of him and suddenly the world is spinning and he finds himself pulled right up into your arms as you race back the way you’d come. His shout falls deaf on your ears in favor of the curses you’re chanting under your breath as you run, shifting the dorm leader around in your arms till you find a good enough position that he’s not going to fall out of your hold as you pick up your pace.

♡ You’re fast, and strong enough that carrying Riddle is no chore at all - you could probably do this under normal circumstances with no problem, not that you’d probably get the chance to after this. That little fact can be stewed over later, you decide, instead focusing on finding a place to get out of the way of the crowds. It isn’t long before you find an open classroom, and no sooner have you skidded through the doorway do you watch the student horde race past, completely oblivious to the pair of you. You let out a breathy laugh, more than a little relieved as you lean up against the doorframe and finally cast your gaze down to the boy in your arms.

♡ Yep, you were right about the priceless expression.

♡ Okay, so maybe the sudden grab and dash had left the dorm leader looking a little more...disheveled than usual, if the popped collar and skewed strands of hair from where his head had been pressed against your chest are any indication. You’re guessing that he’s still reeling from the fact that you’ve hoisted him up and carried him away like a princess as though he weighs nothing, because he doesn’t immediately start chewing you out about your little escape. His face is beginning to flush though, reaching the midpoint between pink and that signature red that’s close enough to match his hair; you certainly don’t make things any better when you move him around in your arms again, lifting him up a little more as your head ducks down.

♡ Riddle bristles, stuttering whatever planned retort he’d had only to freeze when he realizes you’re leaning towards the snack he’s managed to hold onto as you’d run. Your teeth snag its corner and you let out a triumphant “ha!” that’s muffled as you ease back up to finish off your self-proclaimed reward. It’s at that moment a soft cough turns both of your attention to the rest of the classroom, where several loitering students give the pair of you curious looks at the display. That finally kicks things back into gear, and you narrowly avoid dropping Riddle with how hard he wriggles out of your grip, working quickly to act as though the whole thing never happened which earns him an amused snort as you resolve to finish off your snack whilst he fixes his collar.

Leona

♡ Food has become a very effective bargaining chip when it comes to bets with your fellow students. You’re pretty sure placing monetary bets would get you in trouble if you were caught by one of the staff (especially Crewel, you don’t think anyone can handle his punishments more than once), and with all the maintenance going into your dorm betting money just isn’t an option you’re interested in. Food on the other hand is always in the ballpark, and with the limited edition dishes that pop onto the cafeteria menu throughout the year, alongside some of the phenomenal cooks amongst the student body, there’s no shortage of food bribes to use as a motive to get things done.

♡ Your strength has come into play on more than one occasion, because it either leads to people trying to call a bluff and wanting you to prove yourself, or they wanna see just how strong you are. You certainly don’t mind thanks to the little rewards your feats manage to net you, plus it makes for an interesting point of conversation when you’re bored. It’s boredom that leads to the following conversation with Cater during break - being outside the only real entertainment is walking around, talking to other students that cross your path, or just lounging around till the break’s over.

♡ You’d been walking around with Cater for a while before the appeal of watching the scenery faded and you elected to find some place to sit. You’re leaning against his shoulder watching him text and swipe through his pictures to pass the time; soon enough an image of you shows up and you snort at the picture of you holding up Deuce by his legs. It was taken a while ago, and the telltale shit eating grin on your face is a testament of how amusing the whole situation had been; seeing it now sparks up the same conversation you’d had at the time - can you really pick up anyone with no problem?

♡ Eager to jump at the opportunity for entertainment, the two of you turn your eyes across the field, where Cater takes to pointing people out. Epel? Easy, but wouldn’t be too happy about it. Kalim? You’ve done it before and it went pretty well minus the fact that his enthusiasm made him damn near slip out of your arms. You answer yes to most of the people he points out to you, until his gaze lands on someone lounging under the treeline and he points them out to you. Following his line of sight, you catch sight of Leona and the two of you share a look as you huff and say that yeah, of course you could pick that big lug up!

♡ Cater asking you to actually prove it wasn’t what you expected, and you give him a doubtful glance trying to gauge if he’s joking or not. Turns out he’s not, and at your hesitation he offers a bribe to convince you, and at the mention of one of Trey’s signature tarts you visibly perk up. He doesn’t even have to pull out the treat from his bag before you’re up onto your feet and jogging right over to the treeline, shooting him a confident grin over your shoulder as you approach the sleeping lion.

♡ To be honest, you probably would have tried this at some point anyway, but Trey’s tarts are a hell of an incentive to do it right now, and it’s the driving force that steels your resolve as you approach him. You know that he notices you - you’re not exactly quiet, and while he doesn’t open his eyes or turn to look at you his ears twitch in your direction at the sound of your footfalls coming towards him. It’s only when you squat down beside him that he cracks an eye open and lets out an inquisitive grumble asking you what you’re doing.

♡ You only tell him not to worry, but that just makes him more wary given that every time you’ve said that before it’s definitely cause for concern. You end up proving him right to be wary when you shuffle close enough to actually touch him and slot your hands under his back, promptly hefting him up from his once comfortable spot beneath the shade and into your arms.

♡ Leona jolts in response and you narrowly avoid an elbow to the ribs at how he squirms about at the sudden position change; his ears are pressed flat against his head and he squares you with a scathing look as he orders you to put him back down, calling you a brat for good measure. You only huff at the dorm leader and strengthen your hold on him, making sure to keep one hand safely cradling his back as you spin around to show Cater your latest catch. There’s no missing the amusement in Cater’s face as he makes a poor attempt to hide his snicker with one hand as he holds up his phone to snap a picture commemorating the moment.

♡ Seeing the camera you flash a smile and a thumbs up with some careful maneuvering of the man in your arms, quickly returning your hands back to him when he hisses and shifts again. It’s probably not the wisest idea to hold onto him for very long, and you can tell Leona’s none too pleased by suddenly being picked up from the spot he was comfortable in, so you don’t keep him up for very long before you amble back over to the trees, setting him down as gently as you can without accidentally pulling in his tail as you pull away. This time his elbow makes a solid hit against your hip on the way down and you end up dropping him the rest of the way, keeling over with a pained wheeze as the pair of you topple none too gracefully to the ground, devolving into complaints and groans at the turn of events.

Azul

♡ It’s not entirely unheard of for Azul to stay behind in some of the classrooms once classes have concluded. Whilst the Monstro lounge is the ideal location to get things done, sometimes the patrons get too rambunctious for his liking and he prefers a little bit of peace and quiet while he works on the day’s schoolwork. The classrooms are perfect for this as most students are all too eager to filter out and go about their own business, leaving the rooms empty for people to mill in and out of as they please.

♡ He works uninterrupted for the most part, only pulling his attention away from the papers spread out across his desk to look towards the door, hearing the chatter of passing students outside though they only last a brief moment before their voices filter off and disappear as they move away from the classroom. These momentary distractions come and go so the school work is almost completely finished by the time any notable interruptions actually come this way. Unfortunately when they do it almost immediately stops him in his tracks; there’s a slam on the wall leading out to the hallway, and Azul jolts in his seat as he hears something slide up the wall getting higher and higher before it’s finally revealed.

♡ Azul watches Floyd’s head poke up from one of the overhead windows, and that’s enough to get him to pause mid writing as the pair lock eyes. Now, the Leech twins are tall, taller than most of the students in Octavinelle, but there’s no way that he should be visible so it's reasonable to assume that he couldn’t manage the height without the help of a step-ladder. That step-ladder theory goes out of the window when Floyd’s head drifts over to the far side of the window, and the Leech twin flashes his dorm leader a toothy grin and a wave for good measure as he drifts backwards and forwards in a way that looks...off.

♡ It’s bizarre, but not the weirdest thing that Azul’s seen Floyd do so whilst he does marvel at the sight for a moment or two he tries to return back to his work - tries being the key word here. Floyd makes an effort to peer through the glass, calling down to someone as he leans closer towards the window. That leads to the twin nearly slamming his head into the glass and a hand flies up to stop the would-be injury as he looks down out of the window's line of sight.

♡Floyd’s stance totters and momentarily his head ducks out of view as though he’s dropped. That’s enough to get the dorm leader to his feet to finally investigate, and he rises from his desk and works his way over to the door, letting out a sigh as he slides open the door and prepares himself for whatever trouble is going to be on the other side. Sure enough Floyd’s leaning up against the wall, greeting Azul when he steps out into the doorway. Floyd’s not the only one there though - there’s a few miscellaneous students milling around the Octavinelle students, but the main point of interest is the person standing right below Floyd, arms wrapped around his knees and keeping him up in the air as they twirl around to face Azul without even a tremble in their grip.

♡ The grin you offer him is similar to Floyds, brimming with amusement as you move your grip to offer a wave, shifting your weight around so as to not drop the boy in your arms as you do so. The raised brow and inquisitive look only makes you grin wider before a tap on your shoulder brings your attention back to the person you’re holding. Azul watches Floyd motion for you to lower him which you do without issue, and once you do the younger Leech twin leans down to whisper something in your ear. He doesn’t catch what he’s saying, but when two pairs of eyes suddenly square him with a scheming look he knows all too well he takes a cautionary step backwards, folding his arms across his chest.

♡ You drop Floyd the rest of the way and turn your sights on Azul, beginning to approach him with open arms and a deceptively warm smile as you call out his name. Now he knows that you’re up to something, and moves to take another step away when you suddenly dart to close the distance and pull him towards you. There’s no hesitation in the way that you quite literally sweep the dorm leader off of his feet, tucking him close to your chest as your arms move to rest along his back and the crook of his knees - you’re carrying him like a princess, and from the wide grin on your face this was clearly the impromptu plan you’d been given by that mischievous twin.

♡ Azul splutters, completely speechless at how effortlessly you’re able to sweep him off of the floor and into your arms, and he becomes acutely aware of just how many eyes are on him as you cradle him to your body making sure that he doesn’t fall. Your strength is no joke, and you make a small show of it by twirling around, catching his hat in the process when the action causes it to topple off of his head and placing it neatly back on his head by the time you come to a stop. For a second you could almost say he looks pleasantly amused beyond the initial surprise, which only makes it all the more entertaining for you.

♡ But then Floyd steps forward and goes to take him from your arms and Azul’s desperately patting you until you finally relent your grip and allow him to stand back onto his feet. You and Floyd share a conspiratory giggle as you watch Azul straighten his outfit back out and step out of the reach of the both of you, giving the pair of you a wide berth in case you decide to try sweeping him off of his feet again.

Kalim

♡ Your strength makes you perfect for doing heavy lifting tasks when the time calls for it. Moving things from one place to another has been the jobs left for the more physically strong students, so despite your otherwise unassuming appearance you’re usually the first person people come to when there’s any kind of heavy lifting to be done. You’ve been a huge help at events as a result, and more often than not the other students leave the cleanup to you, confident in your abilities to get things back to where they need to go.

♡ This particular cleanup task had taken quite a while, but with some diligent work and a couple snack breaks you and your friends had narrowed down the leftover mess, packing what could fit into the boxes provided so that they’d be easier to transport. When the inevitable question of which people were going to take what came up you were quick to step in, offering that it’d be no problem at all for you to handle this yourself - it was late anyways, so you’re sure everyone was eager to get back to their rooms for the night. It took a little convincing, but soon enough you’re left alone with the necessary keys and wishes for good luck with the work.

♡ You’d planned to take care of this task by yourself, reasoning that two or three trips should get the job done. You’d actually finished the first trip and was making your way out with the last couple of boxes when you cross paths with Kalim, who upon recognizing your face peeking out from behind the impromptu cardboard tower all but jumps in to help. Any protests fall on deaf ears, as once Kalim’s decided on something like helping you out he’s not gonna stop until it’s done.

♡ Before long he’s taken about a third of the boxes off of your hands (he tried to bargain for more but you were set on carrying the heavier stuff) and the pair of you are off to get them off to the right destination. Kalim fills the silence with conversation as he leads the way, which given the fact you’re the one who actually knows where storage is, ends up with you having to tug him in the right direction more than once before he charges down a wrong corridor. Despite that though the two of you make good progress, and you end up getting there faster than the initial first trip, and within a few minutes you’re nearing the storage room, albeit from a different direction than last time.

♡ You’re shifting about the boxes in your arms to fish through your pocket for the storage room keys with your free hand when you realize you’re getting close. Kalim skips ahead of you as you rummage for the keys, giving you an easygoing smile over his shoulder urging you to catch up. You feign a sigh of exasperation but move to pick up your pace which only prompts Kalim to charge on ahead aiming to get to the door first, still with that easy-going smile.

♡ That smile disappears in an instant however, as when you next blink, Kalim disappears from your field of vision and your heart drops at the sound of something scattering across the floor. Ditching your effort to find the keys, you race to catch up, stopping just short at the top of the stairs and looking down to where Kalim’s sat at the bottom, shaking off the dizziness from the fall. It’s fortunately only a few steps but you still rush to close the distance, hastily placing your bags onto the floor as you kneel down beside the dorm leader to check if he’s alright.

♡ Upon seeing your concern Kalim grins and makes a point to tell you that he’s fine, hoping to ease your worries. This time the sigh you let out is one of relief and you rise back to your feet, offering out your hand to pull him up with a playful jab to watch where he’s going next time. Kalim laughs and takes your hand, but the moment he gets to his feet he yelps and leans to one side, easing up off of one foot. He must have hurt it in the fall and your expression drops watching his smile falter, brows creasing in clear discomfort.

♡ Kalim’s still reassuring you he’s fine despite the fact that he’s visibly doing his best to put as little weight on his one foot as possible. You aren’t convinced in the slightest, and after a few seconds of him talking you’ve had enough; he doesn’t notice you nodding to yourself as you roll up your sleeves, but he does catch your mutter of “Don’t worry - I’ve got this.” as you step forward and place a hand on his back.

♡ You move carefully so as to not agitate the leg more than you have to, tucking your free hand under his knees and easing him off of his feet until you’re carrying his full weight, keeping him upright like it’s nothing at all. Kalim, for what it’s worth, is captivated by the strength, but he’s more focused on asking if you’re really okay with carrying him - he’s fine, he swears! (he’s not). Paying no heed to that, you nudge the boxes over to the side of the hallway with your legs, leaving them in a messy but contained pile to avoid anyone tripping on them while you’re gone. They can be sorted later, is your excuse as you start walking - he’s going straight to the infirmary, and then back to his dorm, the boxes can wait a little longer.

♡ He squirms a bit, but that’s only so that he can wrap his arms around your neck, bringing his head close to your shoulder. Kalim knows that he’s not gonna convince you otherwise, so why not enjoy the ride while it lasts? Besides, it’s nice to feel weightless sometimes! And he’s so sincere when he gushes about how strong you are that you can’t help but preen under the compliments, boasting a little about how you’ll have to properly show off just how strong you are. Some other time though, because as nice as pleasant as it is carrying the dorm leader around, you can do that just as easily once he’s been seen by the school nurse.

Vil

♡ You may not look like you’re that strong but looks can be deceiving. You’re more built than a lot of people realize - sure, it may not look like that to others, but these uniforms do a damn better job of hiding your strength than one might think. Friends and those who have seen it for themselves know that you’re strong, and Vil is one of them; you make no show of hiding that fact, because why would you? It’s something you’re proud of, and you use it to your advantage whenever the chance calls for it, and Vil’s not one to stop you from doing so.

♡ You also don’t shy away from challenges either, if anything they’re one of your weaknesses. Confident in your strength, any time someone questions it you’re eager to jump right in and prove them otherwise. Usually they’re arguments you’ve heard a hundred times before, the same old story as far as you’re concerned, that doesn’t mean the comments don’t tick you off though. Scrawny scrapper this, all bark and no bite that, it gets on your nerves that just because you don’t look that strong they immediately assume that you’re just weak.

♡ It’s a sore topic, and as such Vil can usually pinpoint the trouble that brews as a result of such challenges because of the way you react to such jeers. He’s attempted to ease your anger about it in the past, or at least told you to go easy on said challengers lest you get sent to Crewel’s office again, and for what it’s worth you’ve made fair progress in brushing off most comments.

♡ This time it appears that brushing them off isn’t quite so easy. Your voice can be heard even before you storm into the main hall accompanied by another student, and your planned curse filters off into a hiss to just leave it when you catch sight of Vil out of the corner of your eye. The student however doesn’t let up, and the dorm head soon catches wind of what this is about when he hears “Strong? Seriously? Pff, do you even have any muscles?” Vil can see the way your lip curls back into a snarl, and he turns his full attention to the scene just waiting for the inevitable show of strength you’re about to pull off. You do this every time without fail, and it’s only proven when you snap.

♡ “Oh yeah? Well, do you think someone without muscles can do this?” Vil’s halfway through taking stock of all of the items not bolted to the floor when you spin around and stride over to him, the confident shout of “Vil!” being one of the few warnings that he gets before you’re standing before him and wrapping your arms around him. It’s quick and smoother than he thought it’d be, and were this not the first time you’ve attempted this trick on him Vil could swear you’ve practised this before. Granted, you stumble a little near the end, but that’s more so because you overestimated the swoop of pulling him up into your arms and knocked your hip into a table in the process. Besides that it’s an otherwise practised landing, and suddenly Vil finds himself swept up into a bridal carry by a pair of surprisingly firm arms.

♡ You spin back around, triumphant grin on your face as you heft Vil up even higher, like a child proudly showing off their prize to anyone watching. True, you’re strong, and there’s not a moment that Vil feels like he’s going to fall out of your arms when you’re holding him, but the lack of warning and the abruptness of being hoisted up as though he weighs nothing more than a bag of feathers makes for a jarring situation. Your shout of “Ha! Believe me now?” doesn’t make the situation much better, and Vil has to rub his temples to stop the incoming stress lines at the amount of eyes you’ve drawn to your little display in the process of your shouting.

♡ Whatever challenge had been posed seems to have been sated by your show of strength, as the student throws up their hands in a mock-surrender as they concede, shrugging off the surprise that Vil can see clear as day on their faces. Clearly, they weren’t expecting you to be so brazen about showing off, but you’ve never been one to clam up when there’s a point to be made.

♡ Satisfied, you let out a huff and drop down onto one of the nearby chairs, shaking your head as you grumble “Can you believe that guy? Teach him not to doubt me next time.” It seems you’ve neglected to remember exactly who you picked up, and Vil’s swift to remind you with a soft cough to direct your attention back towards him. You look down at the dorm leader still firmly settled in your arms, lips pursing as you exhale a breath to mask your obvious realization upon meeting eyes with him.

♡ Muttering an apology, you gradually release your grip, giving him ample time to rise back to his feet and you let out a nervous chuckle when he folds his arms across his chest and gives you a stern gaze. Thankfully you’re let off with a chide of giving someone a warning the next time you decide to pick them up, but he doesn’t miss your grin as you parrot back “Next time?”

Idia

♡ Idia had gotten hurt. Those are the only words you needed to hear before you dropped everything and raced over to his bedroom, already thinking of the worst case scenarios. I mean, for a guy who spends the majority of time in his room there’s only so many ways he can get hurt, and none of them are a pleasing thought so you do your best to quash the thoughts till you actually get there to see him for yourself.

♡ When you first step inside his room nothing’s out of the ordinary, as far as you’re aware nothing’s been destroyed and besides the usual controlled chaos everything seems to have been moved out of place. Idia’s even sat at his computer chair which isn’t an unusual sight, though as you get closer you realize he’s got one of his legs pulled up against his chest, hands cradling his foot with a sour expression that morphs into discomfort each time he makes a move to roll the appendage to one side. That sour look doesn’t dissipate when he notices you, but he does jump a bit when you announce your presence by rounding the chair and leaning onto the one arm, leaning down as you ask what happened.

♡ You’ve gathered that he’s hurt his foot, you just don’t know how and as he hunches over even more in his chair you perk up, noting his reluctance. He doesn’t tell you, not at first, but with a bit of prodding he eventually caves that maybe he kind of accidentally got his feet tangled up in the wires under his gaming desk and got yanked right out of his chair when he’d finally pushed himself away from his computer. He hadn’t thought anything of it (besides the obvious embarrassment of getting tripped up in the first place) but the moment he’d tried to stand up it was clear that something had rolled the wrong way, which is precisely what led to him huddled up in his chair glaring daggers at the injured foot as though that’s going to magically fix the injury sustained.

♡ Admittedly, the image of the whole scenario would have made you laugh, but for the sake of your friend (and the fact that he glowers at you when your lip trembles trying to fight back a chuckle) you don’t, instead giving the simmering dorm leader a comforting pat on the shoulder reassuring him that he’ll be fine. Chances are it’s just sore from landing the wrong way - you’ll know for sure once he gets seen by the nurse.

♡ However, when you tell him that he hunkers down, insisting that he’s not budging; it’ll be fine if he just sleeps it off, is his argument, adding that it’s not like he can go anywhere since he’d rather stay put - what’s he gonna do, hop the whole way to the infirmary? Obviously not.

♡ You frown at his stubbornness, but give a determined huff as you hop off of the arm of the chair with a “fine.”. Idia’s surprised that you’re not fighting his decision more, but that surprise lasts but a moment until you lean down and promptly pluck the dorm leader right out of his seat. He just about chokes on his words and twists about in your arms, but you don’t even bat an eye at it as you shift him around until you’re cradling him close to your chest, eventually just settling on a princess carry for the sake of simplicity.

♡ When Idia cries out, asking what you’re doing, you merely shrug and offer “Since you can’t walk, I’ll carry you.” as your explanation. He balks at the notion, but doesn’t really have a leg to stand on when you pull him even closer to you, holding firm to make sure he doesn’t fall.

♡ His hair tickles your nose each time he shifts about in your arms, which you promptly pat back down as gently as you can as you move towards the door, nudging it open with your hip until you can slide the pair of you through the gap. You make a point of ignoring his protest of staying put until he finally relents and settles into you, arms folded across his chest as he leans back. His hair frames his face like he’s trying to hide in the thick blue flames, but even you don’t miss the fact that his expression, once twisted in discomfort, eases up into something more comfortable now that the pressure’s off of his injured foot.

Malleus

♡ You’d like to think that you’re pretty strong, stronger than people give you credit for at least. And you also like to think that your strength is appreciated by the people who know about your carefully honed skill. Lilia is one such person, as he seems to be particularly amused by just how easily you’re able to heft and move things about, be it both objects and people. He’s especially entertained when it’s people, and it’s because of your penchant for carrying people around to show off that you end up with the third-year student bundled up in your arms as you travel through the Diasomnia dorm.

♡ The only indication the others have of the event is when you promptly come striding into the room, arms wrapped around Lilia's waist and hoisting him effortlessly up into the air as you enter. Malleus looks up from what he’s doing to watch the curious display, and upon spotting the fae you shift Lilia's weight to release one hand and wave, grinning as you swivel around and begin moving towards his direction. You’re keeping the Diasomnia student upright with ease, showing no signs of fatigue or strain as you carry him around, coming to stand behind the sofa that Malleus is sitting on and leaning over with a nonchalant question about what he’s doing.

♡ Malleus raises a brow, unsure whether to answer you or ask what exactly you’re doing with Lilia first. Before he can decide however Lilia gives you a gentle nudge to be let down and you take the hint, proceeding to lean over the sofa and drop him none-too-gently onto the seat beside Malleus. The cushions bounce when he lands on them, and though disheveled from all the carrying and the drop, Lilia looks thoroughly entertained by the whole ordeal,

♡ You catch Malleus glancing between you and Lilia, and though you couldn’t hazard a guess as to what he’s thinking you lean forward and chuckle, jokingly asking “Want me to try you next?” as you rest your arms on the back of the sofa. The smile on your face falters a little when you don’t immediately get a response, locking eyes with him for a few seconds too long. When he nods you have to fight every muscle in your face not to look surprised, and you don’t trust your voice to get the words out in response, instead returning the gesture with a blank nod of your own.

♡ The last thing you expected was for him to agree, but you’re never one to back down from a challenge and soon enough you’re standing face to face with the dragon prince once he stands up and rounds the sofa so that you’re standing in front of each other. You’re doing the mental maths in your head as you size up the dorm head. It’s not picking him up that’s gonna be a problem - you’re pretty sure the Leech twins weigh more than him and you’ve been able to carry both at the same time once before (when Floyd wasn’t intentionally wriggling around in your arms that is.) It’s figuring out the best way to carry him that’s the problem; you’re not sure a fireman carry would be the most dignified look for the dorm head, and just giving him a piggyback probably wouldn’t be too effective if you want to avoid knocking his head against something while you’re running around.

♡ It takes a moment but you don’t leave Malleus standing there for very long before you take a step forward, moving to place a hand on his back while reiterating if it’s okay for you to still do this. The noise of confirmation steels your resolve and in the next moment you quite literally sweep Malleus off of his feet and into the air, landing safely in your arms; he lets out a sharp inhale at the sudden action, but is more surprised at the fact that you’re able to carry him with such ease, even flashing him a confident grin as you begin to sidle around the room, making sure that he remains firmly tucked in your arms as you do so.

♡ The experience is interesting, to say the least - Malleus isn’t uncomfortable, if anything it’s actually rather nice to feel so weightless in someone’s arms. Not to mention it’s not something Malleus has been able to recently experience, so . You on the other hand are having a great time with it; you get used to carrying him quickly, and despite the initial worry of getting stabbed in the face with his horns you realize there’s nothing to worry about - it’s going pretty well.

♡ That is until Sebek enters the room and spots you cradling the young lord in your arms, and he shouts loud enough that you all whip around to face him. You’re undeterred by the shout, if anything you just assume that the first year wants a turn so you gently place Malleus back onto his feet, giving his uniform a cursory once over to make sure he’s okay before you back away. Malleus gives you an inquisitive look, watching you as you skip away, racing over to where Sebek’s standing with arms outstretched ready to scoop him into your arms, laughing when the student all but dives out of your reach the moment you approach him.