#hello going to Screm

[starqueensthings]

We need to talk about Echo (and by talk I mean screm). S3 E13 + 14 Spoilers!

FRIENDS, I'M GOING TO EXPLODE. I need to talk about Echo for a minute. We need to talk about Echo for a minute,  because he has spent the last two episodes in the absolute thralls of complete and total danger, and I personally don't feel like there's been enough of a celebratory uproar for me to be satisfied with the level of appreciation and love that man deserves. (Remember when Hunter ran face first into a colossal exhaust pipe and we all collectively lost our minds because it was so impressive and so sexy? Remember when Tech drove a speeder really fast through a tunnel and we all fainted? I'M A TECH GIRLY. IT WAS ME! I FAINTED!!) but, Y'ALL, Echo deserves that right now!! And for all eternity!!! Because he is wholly submurged in the harrowing potential of torture and execution, and he didn't even bat an eye to put himself there. My awe of him is all-consuming, so please forgive me if this rant reads as nothing but incoherent screaming. 

Echo haters (first of all, we can't be friends....) come on this journey with me! Let's back pedal to the beginning of the last episode (13). He stole an imperial shuttle. Let me repeat, he stole an imperial shuttle. And not just an attack shuttle. Not just a lil one-pilot transport. Bro somehow stole a Rho-class medical transport, which is very large, obscenely conspicuous, and very easily tracked. And, to use his own words, it was "the best he could do on short notice." The man stole a shuttle on short notice. ON SHORT NOTICE? HELLO, HOW DID HE DO THAT. WHY AIN'T WE LOSING OUR COOL ABOUT IT. 

Next stop on this I-love-Echo journey through my mind: not only did he provide his brothers transportation in the complete void of their own (RIP havoc bb), but he also came equipped with intel and clearance codes, and, as Rampart stated, those things change DAILY. Echo somehow procured top secret imperial clearance codes, and a fkn SHIP, within hours of the Batch requesting his help. Not to mention, the ship had yet to be reported missing (which means it was only-freshly commandeered), and the clearance codes worked. Of course they did. Echo never fails. Never doubt Echo. "Echo's on it."  

Choochoo, next stop! Once they arrived on that station orbiting Coruscant, and made their way to the control room (lookin sexy as heck in his armour-au-noir), he broke imperial encryption, hacked into the Imperial database, almost instantly found them the location of a ship departing for the prison that holds their daughter Tantiss, AND THEN DIDN'T EVEN HESITATE TO CLIMB ABOARD AND STOW AWAY.  

He didn't even remotely have a plan, or have time to make a plan. He didn't know who or what else would be on board that mysterious vessel. He didn't know where it was going other than the name of the fkn mountain (which has proven to be nothing but unhelpful thus far). He just ARC-troopered his way through that crowded hangar, dodging aggressive astromech's and inconsiderate loader droids, shirking from the perspective eyes of highly trained commandos, and snuck his way onto a heavily guarded, extremely unknown science vessel. Then, of course, he wasted no time, hacking into the ships control system (may I gently remind- there were at least three pilots and an officer prepping the ship for jump and closely watching all aspects of its controls), disabling the proximity sensors without being detected, and then seamlessly covered the troopers absence by pretending to be him (which we all know is what should have happened on Serenno but... hindsight is 20/20.)  

So... SO.... now we're at Episode 14. Here we at fkn terrified station because HULLO ECHO IS ALONE ON A SCIENCE DIVISION TRANSPORT; we have literally seen them carry around Zilo beasts in that shit. What the heck else could be on there that they don't know about? Literally anything. Because THEY KNEW NOTHING before attaching themselves to it. Echo knew NOTHING before sneaking onto that thing and creepin' around. Thank heck he didnt come across a fkn fresh wave of slither vines ok?  

NEXT, Echo shoots (not stuns- lol) a sassy fkn droid (they had it coming, not sorry), then another trooper. AND THEN discovered his only option for departing the ship once it enters atmosphere is going completely undercover, because (in true "we improvise everything" CF99 fashion that gives me heart burn just thinking about it), they had zero fkn plan to get off the ship. I will repeat: completely undercover. On Tantiss. COMPLETELY UNDERCOVER ON TANTISS. NO COMMS, NO BACK UP, NO RECON, NO PLAN, BARELY ANY GEAR, and I would just like to stress... no neuro brace. He left his neurobrace on that ship. Left it. LEFT IT AND TOOK A HAND INSTEAD. PLEASE FKN SEDATE ME.  

We can't leave this station yet... This I-love-Echo train needs to linger at this point for a sec because I think it's lost on some people how wild this is. Echo without his neurobrace is huge. It's a bigger deal than Echo without his armour. Armour is, in the grand scheme of things, inconsequential (one can find more- see Howzer). Echo's neurobrace is not armour, it's a computer and it's so so so crucial to how his mind processes information and events. Don't forget, the Technounion HIJACKED HIS BRAIN. They took every memory from him and manipulated it for their gain. Pruned it, tweaked it, blanched it, poached it, turned it into scrambled eggs, and then fkn ate it up and used it to defeat their enemies (Echo's family- I'm sobbing). They implanted him with an unfathomable amount of information; they changed the way the neurons in his brain fire in relation to stimuli. That neurobrace is so so critical for him. Now, we know he can operate well enough without it, we saw it in the last episode of the TBB arc in season 7 of Clone Wars, but... please.... to what extent? We don't know what an extended time without that neurobrace looks like for him... especially when all other aspects compliing his surroundings foreign, unknown, and dangerous, and that scares me.

AND NOW HE'S ABOUT TO RUN AMOK IN TANTISS with Emerie who, (I'm sorry) is wishy-washy as heck (who are you loyal to!!!!! What is your history!!! Are you trustworthy and what are you looking to gain!!!), trying to adopt a collection of Jedi children whove spent maker-knows how long playing space tetris, WHILST ALSO ATTEMPTING TO LOCATE AND ESCAPE WITH HIS BROTHERS UNDER THE EYE OF THE GALAXY'S SECOND MOST DANGEROUS MAN. 

So yes, short of d-d-d-di... can't say it... short of THE WORST CASE, Echo has made the ultimate sacrifice to save not only Omega who is literally the only person we've seen able to make him truly laugh, but all the clone brothers that he's been desperately trying to locate and rescue. His bravery and determination are literally unrivalled, and he did it while feasting on nothing but humble pie because that man wouldn't know arrogance if it danced naked under his perfect nose.  

Okay so welcome, we've finally pulled into I-Love-Echo station. Before departing the ride, please stand and do a hip hip hurray for the miracle that is Echo, including but not limited to, everything he's done, is doing, and is willing to do for other people. 

[animeshotsh]

I saw Makima and Denji reader and I love both of them.

Can I request Kishibe reader.

Like somehow he died and come to hell and surprise some of sinner of his strings.

Then watch this anime for 2 years now I forgot a bit about them but I do remember him.

Being Kishibe its basically being a badass sinner!! I dont remember his demon contracts but had to do something with knifes at least.

Dam! | Various x Kishibe!Reader |

Warnings: HH Violence - Cursing - Blood - Mentions of Alcohol and Drugs - Smoking - Grammar Mistakes- AngelxHusk - Valentino gets his ass beated up (just a mention) - PLATONIC

Being woke up with a headache was normal for you, your diet was basically alcohol at this point in your life. Then again to live in this kind of work you had to have one adicction or two.

And your was alcohol.

However this did not felt like these headaches, no this felt more like a fatal one.

You cant remember how it had happen but you were for sure killed by a demon. And what did you get back after years of working to protect others ? Oh yeah, dying alone and also being woke up in the middle of what could have been the apocalypse with the red sky and screms.

Fucking fantastic

You noted move on the side and quickly draw out your knife trowing it at the whatever was making that noise. It was more a reflex you were suprised you still could use your old demons powers.

As you walked to see what you had catched you found a pink creature with one eyes and horns.

Wierd

"Hey....where its the nearest bar?"

You needed a drink.

~☆~☆~☆

"Hey! You wont believe this" Angel said to Husk once he enter the Hotel, the biggest smile on his face, something strange to see since everybody knew he had been having a hard time with Valentino.

"No, i cant see the future" Husk responded in a joking way preparing a drink for Angel.

"A sinner basically destroyed Valentino's bar...well one of them, not the point!! And He was there and this sinner just...basically just humillated him like it was nothing" Angel said his smile getting bigger and bigger as he told Husk. "And that sinner did this crazy move, like they kicked Valentino's face and then took their drink from the air!! It was pretty hot to see"

Husk stared back, wondering if Angel had too much alcohol or had used some new drugs but no, he seemed normal. However, a sinner just basically cleaned the floor with Valenino? He may not be the strongest however not anyone can take him down.

~☆~☆~☆

"I cant even have a drink at peace" you said now walking down the streets, others whispering about you then leaving quickly.

"Hello there friend!" A voice said making you see a deer demon? Well you could not care less and passed by him, ignoring him.

Alastor's eye twitched but he stayed calm turning towards you.

"You did put a show, you know? All the city its talking about you!"

"I dont care about that" you stated looking at the deer that kept smiling.

"Well, it centraly does catch the interest of some...dangerous fellas" at this you simplely rolled your eyes making Alastor want to take them out "But lucky you i know a place where no one would dare to go against you!"

"I dont need that"

"Oh trust me....you do"

~☆~☆~☆~

By telling you that you could stay for free and have food you accepted his offer not shaking his hand and just following him. Alastor noted how despiste your lay back self you were actually very wary of others.

He was so interested in you.

~☆~☆~☆

To Angel you were his new favoite person and hero. Not everybody would dare go against Valentino and most ended being intoxicated with his own drug. But you? Oh you were different.

Of course Angel followed you around like a lost puppy making Husk jealous, but later when Husk found out your drinking habit you both bonded over it.

~☆~☆~☆

Charlie was just happy to have another sinner at her hotel, you seemed cold and distant but she could still see that you cared.

Just days after being there she found her girlfriend and you training in combat together. Vaggie did struggle a lot to get an opening on you as you just defended yourself with a small knife.

"How can you-" Vaggie could not end her speech as your knife passed her defense and stopped just a few inches away from her good eye.

"Your left eye its your blind spot. You have a good defense but you still leave an opening there" you pointed out drinking a bit and letting Vaggie absord the information. "You also need to be quicker"

~☆~☆~☆

Once the older Overlords got the news they shared a laught. It was not a secret that they did not like the V's. So your fight and the lose from Valentino had made them take a liking towards you almost inmidiatly.

Alastor took you to one meeting and during all of it, it was them asking you about your powers and such. Of course you said little to almost nothing only staying back to ask Carmilla about her weapons and how you could get one.

"If you need someone to be killed and not be connected to you, thats my line of work"

And thats how you ended with some blades made of angelic power.

~☆~☆~☆

[tsuki-sennin]

Our beloved Ohsama Sentai planned to reveal Gira's deception in spectacular fashion... but of course, freakin' Jeremy had to come in and steal all our thunder! That jerk is yuckin' it up in his narration, acting so smart and tough. Who does he think he is?!

...well, that's partly why we're here today~!

Spoilers, I guess...

-"I'm the king, dum-dum. I can do whatever I want."

-Noooooo, Himeno!

-You've gone too far this time, Spiders Jeremy!

Yanma: Yes, we know about the King-Ohger book. It's only the foundation of literally all organized religion in the world. Jeremy: Oh cool, then you'd be happy to know that I wrote it all down~!

-Damn, okay I see you King-Ohger.

-I don't think we've had a (proper) Sixth Ranger be genuinely and consciously villainous since Mikoto.

-I suppose it's fitting he's white, black, and gold on a story involving an alternate Earth.

-...of course, I'm counting my chickens a bit early, so...

-He was biding his time, that Jeremy.

-"Whoa, what!?"

-I see Rita's never heard of Rip van Winkle.

-I'm going to be feeling a lot of things about Jeremy, aren't I?

-Hi Dezzy, sorry I thought you blew up last episode.

-Morphonia, hello~!

-Just like Racules, eh?

-We now have a whopping three antagonistic factions all at the same time in the 12th episode.

-"Duuuuude, spoilers! Sheesh, just give me a headcanon, eh? :3"

-"I headcanon you as a menace to decent society."

-"See, now you get it~!"

-Read between the lines~!

-Man, these ski-lift chairs must be really disorienting to sit on.

-Oh

-He got us.

-T

-The Thundercracker?

-"Give me the spider boy, bee boy."

-Ohhhhhhh

-Holding a little lady hostage, eh Racules?

-Suzume, Suzume... I'm not sure what manner of bee she'd represent, but

-N'Kosopa~! Lie detection~!

-OH MY GOD

-Damn, okay!

-"Owie"

-"So like, are you supposed to be killing me?"

-Jeremy Brasieri. A little over 2000 years old.

-SHIOKARA NOOO nLHJKHLB

-YANMA WHAT THE HELL MAN

-G

-Gin

-I have to imagine what it's like to see them live.

-"Not bad, you sure know what you're doing~!"

-OH

-Okay, guess it's Himeno's turn to analyze

-Rita's screms give me life.

-They kidnapped him.

-"My, you're scary~!"

-I see Himeno changed her hair back.

-"Oh is that all~?"

-"You are the Spider Man."

-Well, he's got the sass, the powers, the Anti-Venom/Spider Armor Mk. 1 color scheme...

-...speaking of which, I plan on seeing Spider-Verse 2 Part 1 soon.

-The way he's both a storyteller and playing literally everyone around him is also definitely a send up to Anansi, from the West African Akan people's folklore.

-Jeremy the Spider Man.

-Help us out, Kaguragi.

-"I'm a bigger liar than you, spider boy!"

-D

-Dude?

-"Wonderful."

-Well, he's definitely got the moves. I'd expect nothing less from him

-"Come ON, dude~! You've gotta know~!"

-THEY'RE DENYING HIM HIS COOL REVEAL

-"Jesus Christ, you people SUCK at this!"

-Six~!

-Ohhhhhh

-OH?

-I really like this silhouette art-style.

-Very puppet theater-y.

-Ohhhhhh

-Quite literally. Spiders Jeremy.

-LHJK>H

-"Yeah, I can get behind peace :)"

-Pan icon Jeremy Brasieri.

-...I feel very personally marketed to by Spiders Jeremy.

-"...did I just make friends? ...I guess I did~!"

-Hello Dezzy!

-...I guess he says no.

-...ohhhhh, his jingle

-His transformation

-His INSERT SONG

-HIS FIGHTING STYLE

-HIS MOVES

-This character is everything now.

-"See you later, I suppose."

-I swear my fealty to you, my king.

-Ohhhhh, that's a tarantula.

-A big one too.

-...I am feeling many things.

-I think they're good things?

-Idk man, Sixth Rangers are just

-The most effective marketing tactic of all time

[fatuismooches]

AOOAOOAO THR SCREM I SCRUMPT WHEN I SAW U ADDED WEBTTORE FOR ME..... TY.....im glad u enjoy my asks, im very unhinged. I scratch at the walls of my enclosure VIOLENTLY. - 🐓

AHAHHA OF COURSE!! I'M VERY HAPPY YOU ENJOYED IT AND WEBTTORE!! and yes... i can tell you're very unhinged but i do love that about you, 🐓 anon.

NOOOOOOOOO GAGHRH7USVHUIBAIHONDONBKDKBDIBBUSUBBISNIEONKNSBKKBDJ RNKT HE SGEMENTSNNKOOOOO 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 AaauuaUAUUGGGHHHGGHAII HDOOSOOAOHAFAVYGUDIHSINVUSUVIBDBIS NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO HURTING ME... - 🐓

Well... i can do nothing else but apologize for what I'm writing right now. 🙂 *hugs*

Hello.... im still going thru stages of grief rn but I wish u luck on ur finals!!! Dottore is watching over ur shoulder to make sure u do good!! -🐓

AHH NO IM SORRY 🐓 ANON!! :( but thank you for your well wishes!! thankfully my finals are over... :) teehee I'm forcing Dottie to stay in bed longer because i made it through this semester >:)) (honestly a lot thanks to him)

[pompadourpink]

Hello mom, I was wondering if u have any kind of advice to people trying to overcome an intense relationship (he liked me, but it wasn't as intense for him). He didn't want anything serious, we continued as friends because I didn't want him out of my life. Didn't work because I'd suffer a lot after seeing him. Then I decided to tell him we couldn't see each other anymore. I really miss him but at the same time I know he did some things that hurt me. Yet I am not able to be angry at him.

Hello darling,

I wish you could have given me your age but here are my initial thoughts:

You talk about an intense relationship, a lot of suffering, strong feelings, and missing the guy deeply. No mention of duration, things being done together, a sex life, any type of commitment. From his point of view: liked you (not loved), didn't want anything serious, didn't try to keep you when you left, and hurt you - but you're not angry, so it's most likely nothing very immoral.

All of those things lead me to think that you are quite young, have never been in a relationship, and are potentially codependent. I'm seeing someone who is craving love, has been forgetting herself, doesn't know who she is, might have watched too many movies, and probably has something to heal from. You got a crush on a guy who just went along with it, got disappointed because he wasn't able to give you what you wanted, and felt deeply hurt and rejected by the relationship ending to the point that you can't even see him anymore without feeling crushed.

In the meantime, he was just standing there, stunned, having no idea how you got so infatuated, or why you were so upset, when he never promised anything and was apparently very clear that he didn't want anything serious - which is the case of most young men who just want to have fun before they do settle down.

Here are similar questions I received. Reading "I am 17 and have never had a boyfriend, I think I ruined my life" always makes me SCREM.

TLDR: at the moment you seem so obsessed with the idea of love that you don't care who you date, you just want to date, and that's not good. That's not good because you will be willing to accept anything to start and keep dating the first man who looks at you, which will then keep you from getting into healthy relationships with better men in the future. That's not good because that man will not care about you, and just passively accept everything you'll be throwing at him to try and gain his affections while giving you nothing back until one day you break up with him because you're tired to wait for him to commit (and then he'll meet someone he actually cares for and marry her after six months). That's not good because if you don't know who you are, you won't know what you want, and you'll tolerate everything because you don't know yet what's tolerable or not in a relationship.

Figure out who you are. Try things, see what you like, what you don't like, your political beliefs, ask yourself if you agree with your parents' beliefs and traditions, explore hobbies and passions, travel if you can.

Most importantly, talk to people, make small talk whenever you can, without an agenda, just to experience what they have to offer, and realise that they are not a solution to your loneliness and lack of fulfilment. Getting into a relationship to be happy is like losing weight to finally love the way you look: it's not going to work and you will just constantly adjust the final goal.

Make yourself happy, interesting, believe in yourself, and boys will start looking at you, and seeing someone intriguing they want to get to know, instead of someone miserable they can use until they get bored and meet someone else.

Love,

Mum

[darkdoverpseeker]

Hello! My name is CK (26, NB, she/they) and, as you might guess, I’m looking for a partner (or two).

I’ve been back on my Spider-man bullshit for a while now but haven’t quite been able to scratch a very specific itch - I’m looking for a Dr. Otto Octavius to play against my Peter Parker, based on the Raimi Spider-man Trilogy or the Insomniac/PS4/PS5 Spider-man game.

I write exclusively on Discord in specially-created servers these days so please be comfy that! I write 3rd person past-tense, and can write anywhere from a few paragraphs to a novella in reply (though please don’t feel the need to match me!). I typically try to write replies every few days, but I also do have IRL obligations and personal health concerns that might get in the way of that. If you’re looking for replies every day, I might not be the best partner for you. I am definitely open to NSFW/kink/darker themes, but only after discussing both of our limits. If we vibe well, I’m totally down for having multiple threads at once (AUs anyone?).

I am always down and eager to chat/plot/screm/what-have-you. All I ask is that you be an active participant in plotting, as roleplay is a collaborative effort. If you feel your interest is waning or we just aren’t meshing as partners, please tell me instead of ghosting me. It won’t hurt my feelings, I promise!

I would be playing a trans Tobey!Peter/John Bubniak FC!Peter. In terms of plot, I have a few ideas for both verses, but would also love to hear yours as well. Some of mine include:

MCU Based: Post No Way Home, Otto and Peter are both yeeted back into their universe but find themselves a) back in 2004, just after the destruction of the reactor, aligning to when Otto was yoinked from the timeline or b) 17 years into The Future, aligning to when Peter was yoinked from the timeline. Shenanigans ensue.

Insomniac Based: Post-game, a repentant Otto seeks forgiveness and redemption for his actions. Peter is torn between wanting to believe he is sincere and give him a second chance (and potentially risking having his heart broken a second time) and struggling with his hurt and anger towards the man he looked up to and fell a little in love with.

Either verse: Gimme a Kraven hellbent on hunting his ultimate prey, an Otto who goes more than a little feral in response, and Peter who is in desperate need of a nap.

Either verse: Otto is singled out as an Anomaly by the Spider-Society ala Spider-verse, and must be removed to ‘correct the timeline’. Peter goes more than a little feral in response in order to protect Otto. (okay yeah it’s the plot of Across the Spider-verse but with Peter & Otto instead of Miles & his dad).

Either verse again: HYDRA takes a special interest in Spider-man’s superhuman abilities and seeks to acquire him as an asset, and Peter & Otto go on the run to escape them and unravel the mystery of the creation of the radioactive spiders at Oscorp all those years ago.

I’m down for fluff. I’m down for angst. I’m down for action. I’m down for hurt&comfort. We can mix-and-match any of the ideas above, or do something completely different.

If you also love The Octopus Man and his Arachnid Boytoyfriend, and managed to read to the end of this ad, don’t hesitate to send me a message. If you give this post a Like, I’ll also reach out <3 Fandoms: MCU, Spider-man (Raimi Spider-man, Insomniac Spider-man) Pairings: Dr. Otto Octavius/Doc Ock x Peter Parker/Spider-man (Octospider)

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[spnorwhatever]

@kayvsworld​ replied to your post “That scene where Dean & Sam are visiting Donatello...”:

THEY JUST STARTED DOIN HIM SO DELIBERATELY DIRTY TBH

THEY SURE DID AND I’M LIKE. WHY. WHAT ARE YOU AFRAID OF. WHAT IS THE REASON FOR THIS. HUH.

Like, look at this, from Lebanon

huh???

[thehappiestgolucky]

I just noticed in your Merm au Tiso talks about Quirrel as a human! His dads don't know about the whole mess with his memories!

That must be an awkward conversation later.

Like, Tiso just has to reintroduce Quirrel to everyone.

Tiso: So, I kinda maybe am dating this human, his names Quirrel.

Xero and Markoth: Hm, as long as he’s good then - nice.

~months later~

Tiso: Hey so remember when I said Quirrel was a human? Yeah so that’s false-

Xero and Markoth: ???????

[kakubun]

Hello there can i request seijoh and karasuno with a fem!manager that has her own fanclub? Like i wanna see their reaction when alot of fangirl and fanboys show up but oikawa goes there and thinks its his fangirls but the fangirls and fanboys are literally just like 😶 but when their manager goes there they turn to this 😻 and karasuno they’ll be so suprised ‘cause i think their not too familiar with drama?? I mean they literally have flip-phones anyways thank you 😽 bye have a nice day 😼

teams: seijoh x gen!reader, 

i hope you don’t mind that i made this gender neutral! also the part where they had flip-phones, i forgot about that 

also i’m so sorry but my brain couldn’t think of a scenario for karasuno

Seijoh

in your first year you were in the martial arts club and you were close to being the club leader 

due to how agile you moved and how strong you were when you fought with your opponent, you were a pro that almost everybody in the club envy

but you kicked the air hard and you dropped to the floor, clutching your ankle while others panicked for your wellbeing

they were jealous but you were well respected since you would go home a little later than usual to teach new club members and you were nice in general and people that hated you soften

 quitting the club after that was very sad for you, you enjoyed martial arts and would love to teach others defense but even your strict parent who was a martial arts coach wanted you to quit to not injure yourself more 

so in your second year, you walked around the school and noticed the volleyball club

you remembered oikawa, of course you did with his damned horde of fans 

you peeked and saw oikawa’s serve and it never fails to impress you how good he was at his favourite sport, you subconsciously leaned against the door and oikawa noticed when he sets the ball to makki 

he recognizes you, ‘the junior who’s a pro at martial arts’. (he got that from a couple of guys squeling about how cute you are)

“ah, aren’t you the darling who’s real good at martial arts?” you raised an eyebrow, trying hard not to be too hyper about his comment about you, knowing he probably heard the gossip from your fanclub

“and handsome, aren’t you the popular volleyball player that keeps me late everyday with his little fan club near my class?” he scoffed playfully to your jabbing comment and leaned towards you

“well are you here to watch the handsome volleyball player, hm darling?” now you scoffed and controlled yourself not to kick him with your aching ankle 

“no but i’m impressed of how skilled you are-” a ball hit oikawa on the head and this spiky haired dude who looks like he’s ready to pounce on oikawa gripped the next ball in his hand and oikawa immediately flooded him with a whole bunch of apologies 

“see you next year oikawa tooru”

that led to you being the manager of aoba johsai's volleyball club

your parent told you to take it easy and join a club that doesn't have you kicking and 'beating people up' so since the spot for being a manager in the volleyball's club was empty, you decided to join

coach mizoguchi doesn't mind you at all unlike oikawa's fans he had to deal with joining the club just to see their 'king' and distracting him with gifts as usual

you look intimadating and in no way you looked like you won't fell for anybody in the club and he allows you to be the manager (you're just a sleek mf, no one's gonna catch you simping😎)

oikawa and you have your daily arguments filled with snarky comments and stubborn comebacks (either of yall won't give up)

you're absolute angel with the others but you know not to be nice to oikawa

something about his smug smirk makes you want to rip it off and stomp it all over

mattsun: can yall just marry each other already

y/n: what if i don't❤

makki: i mean even if they got married, their love language would just be arguments

y/n: what if i dropkick him?

makki and mattsun: sure if that gets him to shut up

iwaizumi: don't hurt yourself.

kyoutani would admire you from a far, he remembered how cool you look when you were in the martial arts club

every peek from the door came a reward for his eyes

how your sweat just trails down your forehead, the nasty grin on your face and the eyebrow you raised when your opponent won't give up

he beamed and realized that he was supposed to go to practise since iwaizumi would beat his ass if he didn't go this time

but seeing your own set of fans also made him annoyed of you, just a bit

but he’ll never forget the look of oikawa’s face when he thought his fans were near the door made him choke

that’s why oikawa didn’t recognize them! (he’s a sweetheart, of course he’ll remember some of his fangirls😔✊)

2 fans stood near the door with a flock of fans and oikawa smiled, irritating iwaizumi when he left his question in the air 

oikawa: i’m coochie man

fans:

y/n: i’m the coochie man

fans: *screm*

(yuh that was how it went down) 

you smugly look at oikawa and went back to your fans who gave you letters and gifts and gush about you and oikawa stood and watched and makki had to drag him away while the others had to hold their stomachs from laughing too much

he had the 0-0 face and you giggled at him when your fans left to go home 

“sorry king, you can wait for your fangirls now~’’ 

now it was his turn wanting to rip that smirk off your lips 

bye this is so bad

[galaxa-maiden]

Mammon versus Basic Time Calculation

[Somewhere in the House of Lamentation's hall] Seiun: *Carrying stacks of cat bowls with treats in them, going to Satan's room.* ... ? [Looks up at the ceiling after hearing some small creaks, seeing a tied up Mammon, hanging there like a big salami.] Mammon: Oh hey, Seiun.

Seiun: H-hello, Mr. Mammon. *Looks around before looking back up at him* What happened?

Mammon: I uh, ya know, Lucifer caught me borrowing somethin' out of his office.

Seiun: Which was?

Mammon: Ehh..., a-ain't matter! He caught me and now I'm stuck up there!

Seiun: How long are you going to be hanging like that?

Mammon: At what time is lunch? *strugled a bit due to the discomfort of the ropes*

Seiun: In about 30 minutes, so at quater past twelve is lunch time.

Mammon: ...

Seiun: A quater past twelve is twelve-fifteen.

Mammon: I know that! I'm just tryin' to think of how long I've been up there!

Seiun: Let's see... The last time I saw you was at around 10 o' clock in the morning when I was delivering a package to Mr. Asmodeus' room. Then I saw you casually walking, like someone trying not to be suspicious of something at 10:30. I later on overheard Mr. Satan talking about you getting caught by Lucifer at 10:55 and I didn not notice you for the time being until now at 11:43. Mr. Lucifer doesn't take a break from his work at 9:30 until at around 11:00 to fill up his coffee, presumably he took this particular time to hang you up for a few seconds and left you hanging there for about 40 minutes.

Mammon: ... It's uh, kind of creepy of how observant you are, Seiun.

Seiun: Mr. Mammon, it's part of my tasks to be observant in my surroundings and noting down every important information for future purposes. For instance, releasing you in 5 minutes before hand so you would be able to arrive lunch on time. We are having Japanese styled gravy curry with Rice cake noodles this afternoon.

Mammon: Ah yea, thanks.

Seiun: You're welcome. I will let Mr. Lucifer know to release you five minutes before lunch. .

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[A/N: It's my Birthday! Hoooray!! Just wanted to let you know that ya girl's birthday is today on the Jan. 4th! WOOOOOOO!! *pops confetti crackers and screms in old woman victory*]

[dungeons-and-clinical-depression]

MOD INTRODUCTIONS

🐾Welcome to the blog!!!🐾

Hello my name is Mod Calex I am not a McDonald's worker in disguise.

I go by any pronouns but i prefer they/them....

I roleplay as Waffle/Pancake, Vinnie, Vixen, Walnut, And much more……

My main account is marumarsh

Have a great day at McDonald's! :3 (i got fired from wendy's >:O!!)

I also made our blogs new pfp!

- 🐾Mod Calex🐾

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Welcome to the blog! It's still mostly a WIP but we swear we'll fix things up-

I'm Mod Screm and I use she/they pronouns! I'm the roleplayer of Colin/Custard, Bridgerton, and some other characters who might pop up here and there.

Hope we can all have a good time.

🍮 Mod Screm

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HII IM ZATS

you can call me Mel/Carrot

I go by any pronouns! Also a female

I am a mod of this blog which I am proud about and I mostly do shitposts so like yeah!!

I own Zats, Ozzy, and more!

My main account is ferallymelony :3

I hope you guys enjoy us!!

-Mod Zats! 🥕

[ageless-soul-au]

AAAAAA! New side blog! Hi! I love the two new fic that came out. They were amazing!!! My crops have been watered and are thriving. But, it did make me curious about the other links. It was mentioned that Two is fifteen and Odyssey (I wonder what game he's from) and Wild are also part of a couple group (is that the right wording??? I'm sorry). Is there anything you can share about the other links that isn't spoiler-y? I'd love to hear more about them! (0w0).

ÒWÓ HELLO!!

SOSOSOSOSO hiya, i'm poly myself, so i'm gonna scream about my poly babies. Mizu greatly indulges me and lets me do whatever tf i want in this aspect so let's fuckin GOOOOOOOOO

to start, about Odyssey and Wild!! i mentioned Odyssey only once here, along w some others, but he's an OC!! vdlvndsl need to make some new art of him to post bUT that's later.

they're both ~polyamorous~ which, along with Legend and Wars, means they're okay with dating multiple people, committed relationship style (not to be confused with an open relationship, which Wild does, but he's the only one). ppl in a poly (or sometimes called polyam) relationship are called a polycule and that term has come up in a couple different asks, but it encompasses any kind of reletionship dynamic. are they all dating each other? do only some people share a partner? it just depends on the person! but they all fall in that term. if you have three people all dating each other, some people call that a triad (which Odyssey has with his Ganondorf and Zelda). any higher number of ppl gets a little weird with names imo, so 4+ people i usually just say polycule.

Wild's polycule has 4 people and they aaaaaaare....

*drumroll*

his Zelda (Flora), Paya, and Sidon!!!

bc i liked all those ships and went "why tf not just throw them together and be poly" so that's what i did. that's also exactly what happened when Mizu and I started considering Legend/Warriors asbvsjkmdsm bc we'd already had Legend/Marin/Ravio as a triad and Wars/Nadea as a couple, so we just squished them together and called it a day.

and let's see, another Link to talk about......

AH!!! ANOTHER POLY MF THAT LEG AND WARS DON'T KNOW ABOUT YET (at the time of Grace Period, OR he just isn't there atm so Legend didn't mention him, either works until we get the timeline sorted)

so idk when his story will be incorporated, but Champion. my lovely boi is from hw:aoc OR SOMETHING bc we're throwing part of aoc canon out bc it frustrates me. but anyway, Champion is Wild but he never died in the initial onslaught of guardians during the calamity and thus didn't have to get put in the shrine of resurrection. so, like aoc, they ended the war fairly quickly and not everyone died. we'll definitely go over his story more in the future, but not knowing how much of his adventure will be included atm, i'm just gonna talk about his partners real fast!!

Champion is dating his Zelda (we call her Scholar, she's Flora's counterpart), Mipha, and a Ganondorf we call Scout! not gonna spill anything about him yet since his story is tied really tightly with Champ's, but it'll come in due time. I can say he was raised Sheikah tho.... an interesting boye.

thanks for letting me screm! hope u enjoyed!!!!

-Kio

[arialerendeair]

If you're still taking prompts for ALBB, TWI Malec, Alec going to Magnus after the week of the party for a reading, and asks him out. On the date, Magnus finds out that it's actually his birthday.

*SCREM* YES, YES PLEEEEEEASE OH MAN I NEED THIS SO MUCH MORE THAN I EVER WANTED TO ADMIT, THANK YOU.  

This year, I am working with the @malecdiscordserver​ (JOIN US HERE!) for their Alec Lightwood Birthday Surprise event AND the wonderful @chibi-tsukiko​ and @my-archerboy​ for Alec’s Birthday Weekend Celebration!  

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Magnus settled back against his couch, giving Church a grumpy look.  "You're supposed to be nice to clients, you know that."  Church, of course, responded the way all cats did when irritated, turning his back on him to settle into the chair more decisively.  He glanced down at his notebook and sighed.  One more appointment for the day and he'd be able to relax for the rest of the evening.  Maybe he'd go for a walk, it was lovely outside, and he could use the fresh air.  

His magic tingled in his fingertips and Magnus scowled, shaking them and working more feeling back into them.  Even a week since the Fairchild girl had gone back to her realm, and he still felt almost bursting with magic, his full strength returning to him like a lake being filled after a long drought.  Magnus closed his eyes and smiled faintly.  If nothing else, it had been fun to tell Catarina and Ragnor what had happened.  It had been good to hear from them, and even better to hear that they were living together.  

His friends deserved to be happy.  They always had.  And he-

The doorbell sounded, cutting off his thoughts.  

Magnus brushed his hands off on his pants, and stood up, striding for the door.  Best not to think about that, regardless.  He was fine alone, and he always had been.  He had friends, his cats, and his work.  That had been enough for centuries, and it would continue to be, no matter what the two of them said.  He straightened his shoulders, and opened the door, staring in surprise at a face he recognized.  

"Alec Lightwood," he managed, clearing his throat.  

Alec light up, grinning brightly as he held out his hand for Magnus to shake.  "You remember me!"  

Magnus felt a blush crawling up his cheeks as he shook Alec's hand and gestured for him to come in.  "I, ah, yes.  Of course I do.  We met last week, at the party."  

Alec grinned, striding into the loft, looking around, catching sight of Church on the chair.  "Oh, isn't he wonderful!"  He stepped closer and knelt in front of the cat, who deigned to turn around and looked at him.  He grinned.  "Hey there."  

Magnus took a step towards Alec, swallowing, his mind spinning, wondering why Alec Lightwood was here, of all places.  "I, careful, Church doesn't like many people."  

"Church, huh?" Alec said, glancing from Magnus, back to the cat on the chair.  "Well, it is a pleasure to meet you," he said, holding out his hand.  When the cat pressed his nose to his palm he grinned again.  "Looks like he doesn't mind me at all!"  

Magnus' mouth was dry and he stared in shock as Church gave Alec's palm a quick lick before returning to his lounging.  A small tinkling sound alerted him to Chairman a moment too late before the cat was circling Alec and moving in closer to rub against him.  

"And who might you be, huh?  You're much more friendly than your brother, aren't you?" Alec asked, holding out his hand for the tabby to sniff.  

"Chairman," Magnus managed.  He'd never seen his cats take to someone so quickly and so well.  "His name is Chairman Meow."  

Alec couldn’t help the quick laugh that escaped him as the small cat sniffing his fingers quickly climbed up his arm to perch on his shoulder.  “Well hello there, Chairman.”  He turned to look at Magnus and stood slowly, making sure the cat had a good foothold.  “They’re adorable.”  

Magnus cleared his throat and offered Alec a quick smile.  “I, ah.  Thank you.  I appreciate that.  What, what brings you by?”  

Alec’s grin was quick and teasing.  “I’m here for my reading, of course!”  He stepped in closer to the other man and raised his eyebrows.  “I made an appointment and everything.”  

Of course, tracking down the mystery man from the party had been a nightmare and a half, since his name hadn’t been on any of the formal lists, and Alec had just about given up when he had happened upon a certain commercial.  And now that he’d found Magnus Bane again, he wasn’t about to let him escape.  Not without at least asking him out, anyways.  

Magnus cleared his throat and gestured to the chair.  “Well, ah, have a seat.”  

“Thank you,” Alec said, sitting down across from the table, looking down at the set of cards between them.  They were beautiful but not as beautiful as the man sitting down, looking too shy to meet his eyes.  “So, how does this work?” 

Magnus picked up the cards and shuffled them, glad he could use that as an excuse to hide his fidgeting.  “Well, if you’re looking to know some part of your future, it helps to focus on a very specific part of it, to give the cards direction.” 

Alec nodded.  “All right.  So if I wanted to focus on knowing about a future relationship?  Or something like that?”  He kept his eyes focused on Magnus.  He didn’t need to give the game away just yet.  

Magnus swallowed and cleared his throat.  “Yes, of course, that would work perfectly.”  He shook his head a fraction, the faint echo of Alec’s ‘I like a challenge’ that had been called after him haunting them.  Alec had already moved on, of course he had.  

“Excellent!” Alec said, clapping his hands together.  “What else do we need to?” 

The exuberance was catching and Magnus smiled.  “Focus on it while I deal out the cards.  And cut the deck, of course,” he added, offering the cards to the Alec.

Alec reached out and took the cards from Magnus’ hand, making sure their fingers brushed.  If he wasn’t mistaken, he was right about the shiver that ran up Magnus’ spine.  Shifting them in his hand, he cut them, using one hand, and handed them back to Magnus, smirking.  

“Very nice,” Magnus praised, taking the cards back.  He took a deep breath and ordered himself to focus.  “Think of what you want the cards to portray while I lay them out.”  

“Got it,” Alec agreed, nodding firmly.  He watched as Magnus moved slow and steady, each of the cards forming a pattern out on the table.  Every one of the motions was steady and pronounced and he couldn’t help the way that his eyes lingered on the length of Magnus’ fingers, until the cards were laid out.  

Magnus pressed down the last card and his breath caught as he stared at it, at the board laid out in front of him.  His eyes widened as they darted over the cards and he read them once, twice, before smiling sadly and closing his eyes.  Of course.  

“What’s wrong?” Alec asked, frowning as he looked at the cards.  Was his chance with Magnus really so doomed that he wouldn’t even manage a first date?  On his birthday no less?  “Is it that bad?”  

“On the contrary,” Magnus said, his voice soft as he pressed his fingertips to the cards.  “I don’t think I’ve seen a board like this in a long, long time.”  

Alec looked up at him and the wistful, longing look on Magnus’ face made him want to wrap the other man in his arms and never let go.  Chairman gave a plaintive meow and climbed onto the chair, jumping down to the ground before quickly hurrying over to Magnus.  “Is that...good?”  

Magnus took a deep breath, looking down at the cards, before back up at Alec again.  “Would you like a summary?  Or do you want me to go into the meaning of each card?”  

Alec smiled.  “A summary would be great.”  Of course, if he hadn’t had a dinner reservation that he wanted to make sure Magnus had time to get ready for, he would have listened to Magnus talk about the cards for hours.  

“Whoever you’re thinking about,” Magnus said, his voice soft.  “Is destined to be one of the greatest loves of your life, if not the greatest.  The cards say you are a perfect match, in every way, even in ways you might not expect.  That you would fulfill each other, and be unflinchingly loyal.”  He smiled faintly and ran his fingertip down the face of a card.  “In some languages, this card, placed here, facing this way, indicates a pair of souls, always destined to find each other, in every universe.”  

Alec’s breath caught and he stared at Magnus, his heart pounding.  He stared down at the cards and then back up at the fortune teller.  He covered his mouth and started to grin, unable to keep from chuckling as he settled back in the chair, staring at the cards between them.  “Soulmates, huh?”  

“Yes,” Magnus agreed, looking down at the cards again before back up to Alec.  “Whoever they are, Alec, be very, very grateful they are a part of your life.  You will always have support and be loved, with them.”  

“That’s good,” Alec said, nodding firmly.  “I had a good feeling about him, after all.”  He looked down at the board.  “You believe everything you’re saying, don’t you?”  

Magnus hummed.  “I’ve learned when the cards are this adamant, that yes, there is a large measure of truth to their message.”  

“Excellent,” Alec said, standing up and dusting his hands off.  He held his hand out to Magnus waiting for him to stand and shake before he grinned and raised his eyebrows.  “Shall we get started?”  

Magnus blinked in confusion.  “I’m...sorry?”  

“Well, if we’re going to have such a fated romance, I think the first step is going to be to take you on a date, isn't it?” Alec asked, still smiling at Magnus.  He watched as the words landed, and Magnus’ shocked eyes darted from him down to the cards, before back up to him.  

“I,” Magnus swallowed, and cleared his throat.  “Me?”  

Alec rolled his eyes.  “Of course you.  I spent days trying to find you after the party, and it was just by luck that I happened to see your commercial.  Or, well, according to your cards, it was apparently fate.”  He shrugged and wiggled his fingers at Magnus.  “Come on, let’s go, I have dinner reservations for us!”  

Magnus took Alec’s hand again and let himself be pulled towards the door.  “You were thinking about me during your reading?”  

“Of course!” Alec said, grinning at him.  “I had to know if I had a chance after all!”  He winked at Magnus and led him to the door.  “I’ll have your Daddy back by midnight or sometime thereabouts,” he called to the cats, before turning to Magnus.  “And if I’m perhaps very lucky, maybe my birthday present can be a kiss at the door.”  

“Birthday?!” Magnus sputtered, even as Alec tugged him the rest of the way out the door.  

“Come on, soulmate,” Alec said, grinning at him.  “According to you, we have a happily ever after to get to!”  

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Keep sending in more prompts for Alec’s Birthday Bashes!!  

[grim-faux]

2 _ 9 _ Survivors Follow the Wake

First

 One of the child’s more favorable habits was disappearing for long stints of time, particularly when they came to a new residence he was not familiar with. Before he could search around and take stock of dangers and hiding spots, or other schemes for getting out of sight in an instant. They had always been excellent with being imperceptible, but not so much running. Though as of late, the child expressed a knack for agility he was not accustomed to.

 Not that the Thin Man would test that skill, but after relocating, the child did seem to soothe. He was not prone to stay stationary in one lone room for a period of time, because the child was stubborn and they’d hit another stalemate. When he departed to evade that quiet staring (he almost missed the child being underfoot), he’d accumulate some reading materials; none of it was preference, it was whatever survived the test of time and the onslaught of storm invasion.

 The child was in one of those moods, so he made certain to keep attention for something special. It took some searching and loose luck, but he located a kind of protein meat bar that children adored. He did, anyway, but they were virtually nonexistent in most areas lost to the elements.

 One room of the residence had a perfectly fine table, but he made the effort to get his long legs off the floor and prevent the child from c̸̢̘̘͒̕͜l̴̨̛̽͌i̸̢̳̭͕̍m̴̳͚̩̕͠b̴̜͊̉̿̚͜i̵̧̇n̴͚̫͆g̸̟̞̐ a bridge. The current ploy was test if resistance made the boy more resolute in his defiance, and idly suggest off-hand ‘don’t’ rather outright say. His saving grace was that the recliner had functioning footrest, even if it felt ridiculous.

 Though the child’s scarcity prevented him from testing the full potential of the arrangement, he much preferred his charge entertain himself for a time. He’s not concerned the boy has gone elsewhere, he is somewhere in the building having an explore. For the child’s sake, being cautious and not getting stranded in some location, he was not settled back on rooting the boy out of a danger if he was careless.

 Something smacked against the side of the chair, and the Thin Man leaned a little over. The item that must’ve doubted its capacity for flight, once again sailed through the air and landed on the seat beside him.

 Why did he do this? If it wasn’t food, then it was random items he found. That bit of meat bar was still on the table.

 The Thin Man plucked out the small toy, right as the boy managed to hoist himself up onto the arm of the chair. He used the lever of the recliner as a brace to boost up. Noted.

 “Duck.”

 “Is it?” He’s a little surprised the child didn’t dart away when he reached for him. Usually that worked. It sufficed all the same to pluck him up and replace him to the floor, on the opposite side of the lever. “For me?” He held the toy up and examined it.

 “Not. N’duck.” The voice roved from one side of the recliner to the other, dipping beneath the footrest. “Th’z duck.”

 “Looks like a plain, boring bird.” He set the bird toy on the arm of the chair, and let it fall to the floor. The child was nearly at the summit of his climb, but when the toy dropped to the floor, so did he.

 “S’duck. Th’t berd.”

 This time he caught the toy when it catapulted over the armrest and palmed it. When the child clambered up, he looked around. “Where?”

 The Thin Man shrugged. “You threw it too hard. It might’ve flown off.” The child bounded across his lap. “C̵̹̺̮̰̐͋͝h̷͕̔̏̎i̸̡̦̇͆͠ͅl̶̨̙̫͇͑̈̚͝ḑ̷̳͛̏̌͜.̶̨̢̟̣̀͆̿͋.̷̺̺̏̐͒̽.̶̞̇͊̒.̵̖̄̋”

 “N’t same.” The boy peered over the other side of the recliner, searching. “To-ee. Th’s kid. N’to-ehn. Toy. Say t’no—” The Thin Man took the child and set him on the floor. Of all the good that would do.

 “You two have a lot in common.” While the child did his little lap, the Thin Man waited on the other side. When the child reappeared, he handed off the duck.

 “Not. T’Snatcher.” He held the duck aloft. “Want n’take. Snatcher. S’there, n’tuhn hurt. T’ez kids, no. T’en danger, n’come. Th-th’n— Santcher n’take.” He hugged the duck toy. “Ne-Ver t’see—”

 “Well, how fortunate for him then.”

 The child tossed aside the duck. “Ba-for. T’n th’z… cay-ges.” He tried to form a box between his two hands, it was hard because he was shaking. “Than n'broke. Lots. Crash. Kid!” He picked up a few pieces of timber off the carpet and snapped them. Crouched, he tossed them, then flung his hands down.

 “Buil-Ding down. Boosh. Ever-ee’ting down. Crash.”

 “You have a habit of doing that, yes.” The child waved his arms up at him, and internally he sighed.

 “No-eeze maker. Noi’sy child crumb'd… e’brok'N. Screm.”

 The Thin Man rubbed a hand over his eyes. “That is very gruesome.” He didn’t need to hear about dead children. The boy was here now, and that was all that mattered. “As long as they didn’t break you. Now listen, please. I need some quiet for a time. Can you let me have that?” He had to pry the boy loose before he could start climbing again. “Five minutes?”

 “T’ere n’blod—”

 “Five minutes,” he pleaded. “Go find me another toy, and you can tell me a story about that.” The child held onto his hand, and the Thin Man was trying to wriggle loose.

 “Stor-ee?”

 “Yes. You know that speek. Sto-ree. Story.” With his free hand, he tugged the child away by his collar. It was far easier than expected, but a welcomed change. “I will listen to you then. But not now, I’m not in the mood.” The boy appeared very perplexed, but plucked his hat back a bit.

 “Mih-nuts.”

 “Yes.” Carefully, he spun the child around and pushed him along. “Or, check that there are no dangers out in the corridor. It’s your turn, isn’t it? You are so good at finding what I have missed.”

 “Yuh b’safe?”

 “Yes. But you are cautious and quick.” The lift was jammed and the staircase no longer traversable, it would be safe. And he suspected the boy was already exploring the rooms, otherwise, no toy duck. “I look forward to your recount.” After a bit more persuasion, the child began moving on his own accord. He glanced back a few times, before disappearing out the doorway. Gone.

 The Thin Man slouched in the recliner, feeling not comfortable at all. He snapped his legs down, forcing the mechanism in the footrest to snap and collapse. Thankfully, this didn’t drag on the child’s curiosity.

 Left to his own whims, the Thin Man pried down his hat and tried to appreciate this freshly established serenity. The creaks of the walls, the faint whittle of the transmission in the background of his thoughts. He could scarcely get a second away from the child when the boy set his mind to it. How was he to manage one lone minute?

 However, surprise of all surprises the child managed to keep on his own. This sort of repose was dearly missed, but the Thin Man had yet to determine how to preoccupy the child – save for shoving some edible thing into his mouth. In the past he provided toys, but those all went rejected utterly. And as before, the boy seemed offended by the prospect. Though, the child held no qualms with fiddling with some odd top or a shoe, while they ventured through remedial scouts. He always dreaded crossing paths with vacant lodgings filled with such treasures; even if some forefront toy didn’t captivate the boy, there was something he had to search out.

 And then try to offer up to him.

 After flipping through his second catalog, the Thin Man does become suspicious to the boys whereabouts. He didn’t anticipate securing this much time, but the dreaded though that the little one became misplaced did rear its ugly head.

 In a distorted ripple, the Thin Man is on his feet and transitioning to the doorway in rapid flashes. If not emerging completely, he anticipated a peek or some sound, any form of indication of presence. This was unlike the child, and he hated unexpected surprises. Those that involved the child usually involved disaster.

 The Thin Man straightened up from the portal and first went to the nearest spare rooms, each cluttered with broken furniture and stacked with suitcases. Enough room remained after neglect, allowing him to pace through the rooms without shifting through a teleport. He did tread with caution, in the event the child materialized out of thin air.

 The boy was here somewhere, this he could feel. However, the Thin Man hadn't arrived near enough to pinpoint a specific location. He was not in these rooms.

 Next, the Thin Man ventured into one of the two main rooms. His expectations were higher for the cluttered rooms, being there was plenty of nooks and spaces for the child to curl up into and would only be accessible to children. Nonetheless, when he examined over the open room he paced into, he did locate the child with ease.

 The boy was in the shadows of a tipped sofa seat hugging a hat his chest, eyes on the Thin Man. The child didn’t move or blink, even when the Thin Man closed in and knelt.

 “Hello Mono. Why hide?” The child was motionless and silent for a long moment, before he allowed a shrug.

 “Min’ts,” he uttered. “Min-nuns.”

 “Min-nutes.”

 The child mumbled something, and nibbled on the edge of his hat. “S’mint. Nus. N’mil-ez. Mies. L’s. N’miles? N’miles? T’em long?” He looked at the Thin Man.

 “No. A mile is much longer than a minute. How can you not know this?” The child blinked, utterly lost. “Never mind. Why don’t you come here?” He set his hands down. The unyielding stare persisted without depth or sound. “Child.” The boy lowered his hat and rubbed at the frayed edge.

 “S… mit’ns gone?”

 “Yesss. It has been many-many minutes. Won’t you come out?” This was becoming tiresome. The child set his hat beside his toes and rubbed some dirt or gunk off the surface.

 “Rr… y’happy?”

 “I… suppose.” He flipped his hands shut, fully devoted to leave this drama where it was. But the child did emerge from beneath the sofa, and for lack of a better word, attacked his wrist. The Thin Man raised his arm, with the child dangling from his cufflink. “Is that necessary?” The boy nodded.

 “Caught.”

 The Thin Man shook his arm. “And what will you do with me?”

 “Keep.” The boy was trying to hoist himself up but didn’t have the leverage.

 “Oh dear. Whatever shall I do.” He anticipated vicious resistance when he gripped the child around his middle, but once his fingers latched firmly, Mono popped loose. When after a few seconds the Thin Man failed to set him down, Mono began squirming and prying at his fingers.

 “Leggo.”

 He smirked. “I choose to decline the demand. You’ve been a nuisance for quite some while, and now, it is my turn to annoy you.” The child tried to kick at his wrist, but his posture did not allow for retaliation. In this he was limited to fussing and crinkling his nose, but it wasn’t the panic he was cautious to provoking. It was adorable how trusting the child was.

 “L’t down.”

 “No.”

 Mono snagged his cufflink and tugged, trying to haul himself loose. “Down.”

 Naturally, he wasn’t going to be cruel about this game. “All right, all right. Don’t fret.” He cupped the boy between his palms and cradled him to his chest. The best he could suffice for a hug. He sensed Mono needed that now. “I’ll let you resume your very important business in short.” Mono wriggled against his hold, but after applying some gentle caresses to the little back, he did calm. A nearly imperceptible hum crooned from the boy, and he pressed against his coat.

 “T… n’left. Shal-dunt. Should-dn’t. Th’y rr’gone.”

 “Hush, Mono.” The child whined a little and shook. “Have you been resting? Sleep?” Thy boy muttered an incoherent string of syllables.

 “Huan-t. N’ey.” He sniffled. “N’they remem-ber’d.”

 The Thin Man shushed the child, and peered toward the windows allowing abstract vapor through the dreary space. “It’s all right. All that is gone. Have a rest now.” He carefully stood and began pacing the floor over, keeping his touch light on the child. The boy snuggled down, but tremors continued to work through his form. With each idle lap of the room, the ferocity began to melt away minute-by-minute. At long last, the child was steady and still, the breathing shallow.

 After a brief hesitation, the Thin Man shifted the child in his hands and checked. Mono was indisputably out, eyes shut and fingers locked into the knit of his suit.

 “I’m going to put you down now.” The boy slept on. That didn’t take too long.

 In an easy stride, the Thin Man returned to one of the furniture rooms packed with shadows and hiding spaces. He selected a discarded shirt and went to a cabinet pinned in the back of the cluttered chamber. The shirt was wadded up and stuffed into the collapsed bottom of the cupboard, forming a plush little nest. It was not a difficult matter to untangle the boy from the thread of his coat and lay him on the liner within. However, when he tried to withdraw his arm, a lone hand clung. He succeeded in prying the grasp loose, but a switch is flipped and suddenly Mono is up and alert.

 He sighed through the static. “Sleep, child. You need it. I won’t be far.” At great risk, the Thin Man patted the boy on his head. Thankfully, the child remained too stupefied by his nap too react. Swiftly shutting the cabinet, he flashed out, departing before Mono collected his wits.

 Within the cupboard, Mono rocked out of the folds of the shirt and peered through the little crease of lesser dark. The entire room was gloomy, though he could still work his way out or in. When the crackle and buzz of the figure faded, he remained crouched by the door tuned as the whirring in his bristling bones dissolved.

 Mono crept into the splintered backside of the cabinet and drew his knees up. He set his chin on one knee and watched the faint blade peering at him through the black. On the other side all held silent, nothing was searching through cabinets rooting for an intruder. No creature would expect him to be hidden in this isolated, baron space.

 “M’ents. Min-ets. Mine-uts,” he uttered, to no one.

 The Thin Man had such a big speek. So much like his, but so much big. So much. So same, but not. So much more. He was not… the greatest learner. Picking up snippets about tuning was there among his mental checklist of abilities to do better at, though the chances for stop and try didn’t come often. Much of his attention was preoccupied with the immediate surroundings, and the lull to sit and be-still remained a rarity yet.

 “Fort-un-ate. Booook. At-las. Ray-zoom. Sah-vahg. Arkt-tist--tist- kit.”

 A lot of the Thin Man’s speek he didn’t grasp well. It was so much, the way he made his voice carry. He could pick out patches of familiar sounds, the speek he made with his friends. The speek he shared with Her. And more speek he wanted. Sometimes the Thin Man liked to talk to Mono, and Mono liked the varying warble of his tone. He listened, and tried to repeat the sounds. Though many lacked meaning and placement, sometimes the only way to do better was to listen carefully.

 “Brr-at. Diss-am-gree-umble. Puh-leaz.” He rested his cheek upon a knee, but kept one eye on the pale crease of light. “A'shaa-aim. In-deer-eeng. Un-comp’or-table. Silly.” He sighed, and became silent for a short time.

 A corridor lay open before him. A haunting and familiar corridor. The walls resonated through him, despite knowing this place and what lay ahead. He’s struck with a new awareness, of coming and being in this space altogether. He is here and he knows where this place must be - a despairing and terrible building. The haze of memory obscures the distance; he’s not bodily present. He cannot proceed, sit, stand, let alone wait. It feels so real, an exact replicate of how he remembered. Just like way back when, in a time where he needed to see the end of the hall.

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[blissicle]

Hello! So this post is just gonna be for if your new to my blog (hi new people!) Where I’ll be explaining some of the tags that I have and how I run this blog.

Some little things to know about me and the blog:

I’m a Roman and Virgil Stan so I reblog and create content surrounding them a lot. And also a Prinxiety Stan (platonic/romantic)

((and yes, with that information you can assume FwSA absolutely killed me))

I try not to reblog any politicial topics or push any beliefs on here since it makes me uncomfortable or down and I just want this blog to be a safe escape from the world

I also try my best not to reblog anything with character negativity and I don’t really make posts about stuff like that, but if I ever do, I’ll be sure to tag it as so

I am a butt about tags, sometimes I use tags like ‘ts (character)’ or ‘ts mention’ but I don’t do it very often because I’m lazy. I usually use tags as a way for me to SCREM™️/ ramble into the void. But I do tag the content I make to kinda get it out there in the world

I draw and write! None of my stuff is perfect, but I’m growing!

I have ADHD so ye

I’m incredibly socially awkward, but feel free to send me asks!

I sometimes use weird terms that you may not automatically know the meaning to (Ex. Butt= stubborn or dramatically lazy)

I say yall

If you send me appreciation, I have the immediate instinct to send love and appreciation back, as well as make more content. And then constantly give you support in return. (Can you tell I’m a hufflepuff)

Side note: Please be kind, and not send any hate or negativity. It’s an absolute waste of your time to send hate to me or to any other blog, and it’s a harmful way of making your voice heard. This is a small blog so hate is very rare for me, but I’m just saying this for future pretences and just for the sake of it.

Here are some of the tags that I do actually use:

(For your purposes of if there’s something you want to specifically find or block from showing up. And don’t worry, blocking any tags are valid so don’t feel bad about it)

#god tier artwork and #beautiful artwork are artworks that I reblog, the majority being TSS related

#my art is well, my art. It’s not the best, but it’s something you might want to check out.

#blissful writing is my new tag for fanfics or just concepts that I write!

#screaming appreciation at mutuals is me loving the wonderful people who are my mutuals (that I highly suggest following if you haven’t already)

#sleepy drawings that are too pure for this world is the wonderful traditional art made by sleepy-starling that I always have a soft spot for, so they get their own tag as a treat

#my favourite fics are my list of fanfiction that I absolutely adore/ my personal preference

#rambling in the tags and #rant I tend to get carried away and end up writing essays in tags for posts/reblogs so these tags are just for stuff like that

#random thoughts and #me being me are just the random posts I make whenever I have something on my mind that I absolutely can’t rest until I write it down and post it. Sometimes it’s just me being a butt, And other times it’s posts that are basically the equivalent of me slamming your door open saying “YOURE NOT GONNA BELIEVE WHAT I JUST CAME UP WITH” at 11 at night, running on 2 hours of sleep and a Dr.pepper.

#important posts are just going to be reblogs/ posts that I think is important to share. Posts about the blog for if I change something or make an announcement that affects the blog don’t go under this tag, but instead go under #blog announcements

#mental updates these are posts I make for when I’m expressing my stress and anxiety, as well as letting you know if I’m taking a break from tumblr

#character negativity and #not so blissful are tags im going to be using for any topics that put down other characters in a unsympathetic way or have political/controversial topics. I suggest blocking this one if stuff like that makes you uncomfortable, but don’t worry posts like that are not going to be a common thing on here. This is just for if I do, since the guidelines I make for myself aren’t guaranteed.

#somewhat character negativity is going to be for post/reblogs that fall in the gray area, where it doesn’t put them in a bad or unsympathetic light, but does still criticise them/ antagonises them. I don’t think blocking this tag is necessary, but go ahead if you want to. 

#the gods of prinxiety writing have blessed us with food is literally any prinxiety content I especially really like, and it’s more than just writing, so basically this is just the prinxiety tag

#being relatable with the kids heh- me making a meme or joke hoping that it’s relevant

And that’s pretty much all I can think of right now, I will probably add more to this post in the future, but that’s it! Love yall!

[beastreign]

loUD FINGERGUNS HELLO

i’m done updating the blog!  probably.  well save for the fact i still gotta write up some bios on the new muses but worry not!  i gotchu covered bcuz i’m gonna write some blurbs on them right there!  still feel free to check out the  muse page.  naturally i also updated my rules but it’s just details d/w about it.  the important bits:

shinzou, shinjou, & kohaku are now my main muses ‘n i’m gonna be focusing on their canon primarily.  the rest are plot-only.

haku  is a new muse!  half-kitsune, half-witch hybrid trans boy who has anger issues ‘n really just wants to sing.  has his own band called savage.  never grew up from his emo & edgy teen phase, lord help him.

akira’s gone back to his original high school dropout self but now is also part of haku’s band because i’m apparently never satisfied with him??

taka claims another war trophy in the form of jou’s left eye.

another new muse is  ignis,  a hellhound codenamed cerberus in the service of die jagdhunde.  he’s actually important to jou’s life because he developed feels for him back in the Day™ while working as undercover spy within the yakuza ‘n well this fool chooses duty over love ‘n now he’s fled back to germany.  there’s ppl who might remember him from like two years ago but he’d gone through a significant revamp.

i’m really struggling making my blog all neat because there’s too many ignis-es going around.  i got mine who dated the older twin, but then also the  bae  has her own ignis who’s the younger twin’s current mate??  like.  screms.