#hudl

[thegreatdezzy]

I think Joel and Shane are good friends.

[butch-himbo-king]

keep seeing those posts abt needing a lesbian grindr… back in my day that’s what hudl was for

[jeonsupershy]

my friends making birthday cards with svt or skz members along with my face on it is truly the highlight of my birthdays

[plumknodel]

hate the sort of ignorance that comes with most "if i gave a neanderthal / victiorian peasant / priestress from ancient greece this thing from our age they would be completely unable to cope with it haha" theyre literally the same.. they are the same as us obviously theres a difference in our times and knowledge we have since gained but i hate this notion that they are completely alien. theyre not they are literally human beings same as us. it feels so mean to act as though they werent the same as us

[meecise]

I just noticed that i havent read a single enemies to lovers obey me fic.

Where they at?…..

[dcxdpdabbles]

Alley Boyfriends Part 2

It turns out pretending to be a fake boyfriend involved more planning than Danny had realized was necessary.

Personally, he was thinking he would occasionally be asked to hold Tim's hand in semi-public, tell people about maybe three or four fake dates, and be done with it.

Tim, on the other hand, created a backstory that would make any Dungeon Master weep in complicated worldbuilding joy.

"Why would we keep our relationship a secret?It has to be a valid reason for why we meet in a back alley most of the time but still go out in public to eat." Tim asked him, three notebooks spread around him. All three were written in code, but once they finished creating the tale to his preference, Tim planned on burning them.

Cause that was something people in Gotham did. He wasn't even joking. One of his coworkers invited him to a journal-burning just last week. He went to see what it was about, turns out it was this cities verson of a block party. There were a lot of little groups hudled around movaible fire pits, throwing in paper, laughing and drinking and just being merry.

He checked online to ensure he hadn't accidentally joined a cult. He hadn't; Gotham was just like that.

"I'm from the Midwest—a small town in the Midwest. Maybe I'm not out yet?" Danny suggests with a shrug, slumping in his chair to get comfortable.

Tim snaps his fingers at him with a manic light in his eyes. "That's brilliant. We'll have to go through all your social media to screen for any hints of you being in the alphabet mafia. Now, why would you worry about being spotted four states away? Internalized homophobia?"

Danny shrugs, watching Tim consider his notes, flipping between pages on all three notebooks. Apparently, to ensure their cover story worked, Tim needed to have a notebook dedicated to three themes. The first was their Mental choices—such as a profile of their personalities both before and after their "dating," when they fell in love, and how their upbringing affected them in romantic relationships.

Physical choice—such as how many times they held hands and where the dates were, their attraction types in the pshycal sense, and where they met.

Finally, there weres the Narrative choices—these were people outside their couple. Who saw what, when, and how?. Social media was in there.

"No. That doesn't make sense." Tim sighs showing him the Narrative one. On it are a jamble of words, written so tiny, even if they were noraml Danny would not understand them. "See? Your online humor is about thirty percent gay. Not to mention you've been to Pride in Gotham already."

Tim taps the other notebook, where, supposedly, he is gesturing to the proof of Danny being too comfortable in gay spaces to have internalized homophobia. Danny wonders why he needs this much information, and who the hell would look so far into their fake realtionship.

Once again he wonders who Tim is. Oh, he's been making coffee for the other for days now. Always having his travel mug ready to go at seven am sharp for the other to pick up in the Alley, and had texted him for quick meet ups to trade Heart Attak Coffee.

Sometimes they would send funny memes to each other, and ask eachother about their day. They messaged but it waswn't really deep.

It's also been too late to ask Tim for his last name. It would be embarrassing to admit he either forgot when the other told him or he forgot to ask. His mother would be horrified by his manners.

"It would be sense if we were closer to your hometown, but this would barely hold up against my employees, much less the family." Tim sighs taking a long sip of his coffee. At once, Danny watches his whole body relax, and his eyes light up.

He wonders about that too. Tim reacted to Heart Attack coffee like a ghost interacting with their Obsession.

Tim isn't dead or died from what Danny can tell, but he had obvious signs of death around him. Not enough to be liminal like Jazz, so he wasn't ecto-exposed nor haunted.

He has likely just been in many life-threatening situations. Danny had noticed back in Amity that people like firefighters, military, police officers, and the like- those whose entire jobs meant putting themselves at risk- had the sense of Death gently curling around them. Almost like a flirtation.

He seen a lot more people like that in Gotham, though ussally they were on the opposite side of the previous named workers and he realized that Tim had to be involded in something.

Something big, if the nice suits, expensive coats, countless flowers, tips, and free lunches were any indication. Should he be worried about being in a fake relationship with him?

"Oh! We're a secret because this is both of our first boyfriends!" Tim cheers after a moment. "We are both worried about two different things. I don't want to mess things up due unresolved attachment and abandonment issues not to mention my terrible self-worth and communication skills."

That.....is terrifying self-aware. Danny can only stare as Tim nods his head, flipping some pages and writing more notes down. He switches between green and blue ink pens whenever he is writting so he knows which note applies to who.

Danny thinks he's green.

"You, on the other hand, have a mix of fear of your family finding out, terrible self-esteem due to years of bullying, and fear of commitment. I think we both can play off feeling that if we can't be of use to people, they will leave us mentality, so we never set up proper boundaries just to be safe." Tip pauses, tapping the pen to his bottom lip, eyes focused intensely on his work.

There is a hint of....ghost in his eyes, gleaming just behind his humanity.

He is Ghost King, which means he does not control or know when someone dies, as that is out of his jurisdiction. Not everything that dies becomes a ghost, just like not every ghost has ever lived after all.

In fact, not all of his citizens were humans to begin with or came from humans.

He had command of demons, in the same sense that he did concepts like Time (Clockwork) because they were between Realms. The ones that fell between the cracks of the fabric of worlds were Danny's.

Still, he came to recognize that someone had the potential to be one when their time came. Tim was most definatily a ghost in the making.

That left the question. What would be his Obsession once Tim finished forming?

Something directly involved in his death like Box Ghost (Crushed by a box due to his co-workers' careless prank?) Or something he felt he should have been given in life like Young Blood (Too sick to enjoy his childhood like other children and resentful of neglectful parents who ignored his pain?)

Danny tried to picture it, but they could see a glowing figure racing about wanting coffee and being unnecessarily involved with event planning.

Then again, he thinks, watching as Tim takes small glances at him as if making sure he is still there. He might be Obsessed with routines and being needed by people.

It wasn't really about the lack of caffeine. Instead, it was about the fact Heart Attack Coffee had been a comfort since childhood. Tim needed to feel like he was in control. Danny noticed that the second the other had burst into tears after being denied the coffee.

It was like taking Ember's guitar. His soul had dimmed. That's why Danny gave it to him while carefully checking to ensure Tim wasn't being Overshadowed. If he was, then he would kick the ghost's ass in the alley, away from wandering eyes.

He shivers again when a coldness from his chest zips across his limbs. Ever since Danny developed his ice core, he felt that he had been susceptible to the cold. He still remembers the day his core formed, how he was shivering in the summer to Sam's and Tucker's confusion.

He often found himself piling on scarves and sweaters, even when outside of winter.

Gotham wasn't nearly as cold as Amity Park- they would get a lot of snow compare to here- but it didn't seem to matter to his core.

He gets up to drag over the space heater and figures he may as well get some hot chocolate. His stomach growls, reminding him food would be a good idea, too. "You want something to eat Tim?"

There is a grunt that he learned meant "Yeah, I can eat" from Tim's hunched-over form. He smiles, grabbinghe throw blanket to wrap around himself.

His apartment wasn't too bad considering it was close to Crime Alley. It was odd and a bit outdated, but it was enough space for one person, the hot water lasted longer, and there was no mold or break-ins.

It nearly made up for the fact the walls were paper thin, which did nothing to keep the bitter Jack Frost out; his landlord shut off the heat a few weeks ago for "maintenance" and did not turn it back on.

According to his neighbors, he always does so to save funds. It sucked, but none of them could afford to move away, Danny included.

It would be bearable if Danny's insides weren't literally freezing.

He starts to cook a nice warm soup, chopping up some chicken and noodles, mindful of Tim's continued muttering in the background. It's nice, like having his own white noise machine.

A second wave of ice-ice cold races over his body. Danny glances at Tim, but it seems the other had gotten comfortable near his space heater, and it would be rude to take it across the room just because he was cold when his guest was already using it.

Maybe he'll buy a second one at the second-hand store on his next paycheck. He watches his soup boil as he adds some spices for flavoring, curling in on himself as the throw blanket seems to not be warming him fast enough.

He hates when he gets cold fits like this. They don't happen as often now that he pratice with his ice core but they effect his human side the longer he goes without ising his ice powers.

In a anti-meta city like Gotham he just hasn't found a safe place to do that yet.

Danny's hands ache from the trembles running through them- he slips on some gloves, trying to squeeze warmth back into it. He then goes across the room to the hooks by the wall after giving in, there he puts on a scarf, his coat and a beanie so his ears can warm up too.

"Are you cold?" Tim asks as Danny returns to the stove

Danny laughs from where he is stirring the soup. It is such an understatement he can't do anything else. "Freezing."

"Why not turn up the heat?"

"Landlord shut it off." Danny shrugs at Tim's look of disbelief. "It's okay I've gotten used to it. Just need to make a nest of clothes later to warm up. Soup will help too."

"Does he shut off your heat often enough that you've gotten used to it?" Tim's voice is strangely flat. Danny shrugs.

"He shuts off stuff, like the AC and electricity all the time. A month ago, he shut off the water; that was a rough two weeks." Danny jokes, thinking of how often he had to use the public bathrooms at the library to brush his teeth; he showered in the community gym. He tells Tim this. "Thank the Ancients for the Waynes. If it wasn't for them funding the gym, library, and laundry mat I probably would have it worse"

Tim stares at him for a long minute. Without a word, he reaches for his work laptop, which lay close to the side in favor of the notebooks two hours ago.

Danny isn't sure what exactly Tim does for work—he isn't sure it's legal, so he reframes from asking—but he does know that recently, he has been over to Danny's apartment a lot more to hash out the details and doing remote work at the same time.

He boots it up, fingers flying over the keyboard at a speed that still impresses Danny, even after seeing him type for the past few days. Assuming he returned to work, Danny returned to his own task. He carefully pours them both two bowls- mindful of his gloves- and warms up the mild for their hot chocolates.

They are not the healthiest of combinations, but both boys are comfortable with odd food choices. He caries the tray back to the table, blaket dragging behind him.

Tim stares intensely at the screen, nodding thanks to him when he puts a bowl down by his hand. "What do you think of this?"

Danny glances at the screen and sees a really lovely penthouse. It's spacious, overlooking Gotham's diamond district with five rooms, two baths and even a boucany pool and hottub.

It screams money, with its large arched windows, dark carpet, and grey pillars. He even spots a grand piano in the living room. Danny whistles, "Damn, I would love to live there."

"Okay, it's yours," Tim says, clicking the chat box with the realtor. He types out a quick agreement for the purchase and opens another tab with his private banker and lawyers, commanding them to have the place ready for him in two days—all without reaching for his mouse. An agreement comes through before Danny can do anything other than gawk as Tim adds his name to the owner's list.

Tim seems unaware of Danny's flabbergasted look of awe as he taps into a few more tabs, researching cleaning crews and moving companies. "We can move you on your day off. The cleaners can help you pack if you need it while you're at work, and the moving crew can get it over the city for you. I'm also buying this place. It's ridiculous that he just shuts things off. "

Just who in the world is this guy!?

____________________________________________________

Across the city, Babs stares at Tim's online orders. She has been told to keep an eye on himbecause Jasons worries about his suspected drug problem.

Everyone in the family has been somewhat uneasy about the possibility. Babs will admit her heart broke when she found hours and hours of him meeting the same shady looking teenager entering the same back alley over and over again.

He always came out looking flustered and a bit jittery, and she also thought it wasn't a secret lover like Bruce and Dick had hoped. She had always been a least optimistic, and her cameras- even the ones she hacked into to review recorded surveillance for the past three showed her the ugly truth.

Tim was an addict.

She had been working on her letter for the intervention they would be holding for him, typing past her tears, when this popped up. She blinks and takes her glasses off to wipe them before checking to see if she is seeing correctly.

But nope, the words stay the same. She slowly reaches for her headset and clicks it on. At once, her ear overflows with various voices from everyone on the field.

Tim is the only one not out currently, but she can clearly see why.

"Tim just bought a penthouse for Danny Fenton. He also has two sets of cleaning crews, one to Fenton's address and one to his own. Two sets of moving crews have been added to both addresses, each ending at the same penthouse. He's going to be living with him," She announces, silencing everyone at once. "Does that sound like drug dealer behavior?"

"Omg," Dick cries at once. Relief and joy overlap his voice as he screams into the mics "Love wins!"

"Let's not celebrate too soon. We still have to figure out what the hell those alley meetings are about," Jason warns. "If it is a drug dealer, moving in together will be the worst thing possible to T."

"Agree. We prob him but carefully so he doesn't catch on." Bruce comands "Act as ussual to get as much information out of Tim."

"So.....we throw him a house warming/investation on his boyfriend party?" Steph asks the sound of wind accompanies her words. She is likely grappling towards Danny's apparment to check on Tim.

She has gotten the habit of doing so ever since Danny has been flagged by Jason. Steph has reported the same thing evertime. Tim seemed to just been doing work at Danny's table, drinking teas and cuddling together in front of Danny's cheap tv.

She thought it was all very domestic, even when her eyes tracked every movement Danny made. Of course she couldn't get too close least Tim would catch on.

"Exactly."

[thankyouforthememoriesworld]

you probably know this but I'm still sharing this one because Paige made multiple Hudl videos for Azzi and all the passes she's going to make to her.

https://www.hudl.com/video/3/6808074/5df71386da51770d20333634

https://www.hudl.com/video/3/6808074/5e2805fd90f05b08304d1d25

-🔎

OMG THIS IS THE FUNNIEST THING I'VE EVER SEEN. SHE REALLY POSTED THE VIDEOS OF HER PASSES TO CONVINCE AZZI TO COME TO UCONN ON HUDL 😭💀.

[jelsah27]

Teachers talking in the lounge

Crewel: You know the Prefect has seemed distracted lately. Well more so then usual.

Trien: Well you know they are at that special age when a mind is on one thing.

*Meanwhile at Ramshakle*

MC: *hudled under a blanket in front of the fireplace*

Grimm: Henchmen, are you alright? You've been quiet for a while now.

MC: *burning a letter from Crowley saying he has a new job for them* No one plans a murder out loud, Grimm

[wineauntharry]

New Nerves j.b.

guys!! Don’t hate me but a lot of my stuff will prob be short since i’m easing back into writing. I love you all endlessly and i am working through the requests i promise!

Based off of these requests:

“hey! Can you write something where the reader and Joe are in a fairly new relationship and she goes to her first game of his, standing in the family area on the sidelines, and this is their first public outing?

THANK YOU!”

and

“Yay welcome back!! What about a Joe burrow one where you go down to the field to see him right before the game? “

…………

New Nerves

j.b.

“come down i wanna see u :)”

Joe had texted me while I was up sitting in the box with the rest of his family waiting for the game to start. We were enjoying a few drinks dressed in our orange when I excused myself. I snuck out of my seat and made my way towards the door when Joe’s mom asked me where I was headed to.

“Y/N where are you headed to?” she asked.

“Joe is begging for me to come down there so you know I have to before he throws a tantrum.” I replied with a slight giggle.

“That boy is so dramatic. Well, if you stop for a snack, grab me one pretty please.” she asked.

“Will do ma.” I let out quickly before turning back around and heading out. 

My nerves were a little wracked since this was the first time Joe and I were gonna be seen in public as a couple. Sure we had been together since our sophomore year of college, but ever since Joe started his professional career, we kept things private.

 I made my way down the steps past all of the seated fans and went over to the ledge where I saw Joe stretching and talking to his other teammates. I wanted to grab his attention but I knew how important it was for him to warm up. I had been waiting for a few minutes when Ja’Marr had pointed me out to Joe. I saw his head snap and we made eye contact as the widest, cheeky grin flooded his face.

He came jogging over to me like the cutest little kid. Not even noticing the photographers on the field pointing their cameras in our direction.

“Hi baby” he said through a grin.

“Hey honey” I replied as I leaned down over the railing to place a kiss on his forehead.

“No lips?” he questioned with his puppy dog eyes.

I bent back down with a huff to place a soft kiss on his lips. Just as our lips connected I felt both of his arms snake under my armpits as he brought me down over the railing with a swift pull.

“Joseph! Everyone is gonna see us!” I yelled as I was laughing.

“Sorry baby, just missed you a little extra. Plus who cares, you’re with me not them. ” He replied with a warm smile and rosey cheeks to match it.

“You’re crazy” I said as he finally placed my feet on the ground and towered over me with all of his gear on. He was always so handsome.

“Can’t keep my girl a secret anymore.” He replied while placing one of his hands on the small of my back, lightly pushing on it to bring me closer to him. I was admiring how pretty he was when his teammates started yelling for him to head over to their huddle since the game was about to begin.

“Joe, you gotta go, come on.” I said sternly.

He placed a few more sloppy kisses on my lips before he placed his hands back on my hips. I turned around to face the ledge again as he helped me jump up to reach it. I stablelized my footing as I propped myself up over the ledge. I turned around to wish him good luck. 

As he was running off I was blowing him kisses and mouthing ‘i love you’ until he turned around and reached his hudled team. 

As I was making my way up the stairs back to the box I noticed fans with their phones out.

Shit.

Realizing that people had seen us being affectionate for the first time was all I could think about. I always told Joe how worried I was about how mean some people on the internet could be. He always reassured me that I was safe with him. God, he was so convincing.

As I reached the box where the rest of his family was sitting, the worries about social media and pda that had previously flooded my mind were washed away when I realized I forgot the most important thing.

His moms snack

I mean she couldn’t be that mad if I didn’t stop to get myself one, right?

………………..

guys why do i kind of hate this lol somebody please invalidate the negative feelings. ANYWAYS, thank you for the absolutely insane support, i can’t thank you guys enough i am so serious. sorry this is so short, i don’t feel super confident yet. regardless of that I LOVE LOVE LOVE YOU!

xx, kitt

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[wisteriaiswriting]

Skye, Deadlock, Harbor and Omen dating a tall male reader who slouches

𝕋𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝔹𝕠𝕪𝕗𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕕 𝕎𝕙𝕠 𝕊𝕝𝕠𝕦𝕔𝕙𝕖𝕤

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She loudly points this out everytime she finds you slouching.

Tries to stop this by patting you on the back a few times when she is in reach of you.

Will subtly tease you with different nicknames surrounding large animals

***

A last minute meeting was called, causing everyone to be hudled around in the living room. You were one of the last few to enter, meaning you were stuck standing behind everyone else. After a few minutes of Brimstone talking you didn’t notice how you leaned over, but Skye did.

As soon as she noticed her hand moved over to give your back a few taps on the back. The signal sent you sending up straight again, eyes shooting towards her.

“Lookin’ good there emu~”

“Kirra!”

Majority of the time she won’t actually say anything, instead she’ll just pull on your shirt.

Does this whenever she has the chance to, which has caused some… surprises.

Subtly checks to see if your back is doing fine.

***

Iselin made her way down the hallway, eyes quickly searching through every open door. Soon enough they landed on you, who was clearly slouching over a desk. So she stepped closer, not bothering to speak. Her hand reached up, giving your shirt a quick tug to pull you up.

“You need to stand up straight.”

“Yeah yeah.”

But as soon as she let go, you leaned back over. Sighing as she reached for you again,

“Don’t.”

He’ll accidentally be loud about it.

If he finds you slouching often he’ll start gently pulling your shoulders back.

Will give you a massage if he finds out you're in any discomfort.

***

Stepping into your room, Varun found you slouching over a box. Quietly groaning as your hand sneaked under your shirt to rub under your shirt. Watching as you were clearly in pain.

“मोती!” Jumping at his sudden voice, “Are you alright?”

“Yeah, just a bit of back pain.”

Leaning into his touch as his arms wrapped around your waist, soaking in his warmth.

“And why do you think that is?”

“From slouching…”

“Yeah it is, but that means one thing.”

Turning your head to look back at him, confusion spread across your face.

“Hmm?”

“A massage!”

***

मोती - Pearl

I believe he also slouches.

So he knows some of the effects it can have on your back.

He won’t loudly point it out.

Will ask Sage about ways to help

***

“Y/N,” Hearing Omen’s voice from the doorway had you turn your head, finding him holding a box. “Sage told me these might help.”

Placing them down on the bed next to you, allowing you to look and search through it. There were multiple packets of medication, unopened boxes of different sports like equipment, ice and heat packs.

Omen pulled out a few packets of pills before popping out a few pills, handing them to you with some water. When you swallowed he placed a few heat packs on your back, placing the box on the floor.

Pulling the blankets back up over you as he sat next to you.

“Get some rest.”

[truelazymaker]

Random doodle of Asahi being a child mentally, emotionally, and physically.

He often has a breakdown over little misfortunes like a child after their ice-cream fell to the ground. This time someone must've taken his bentos and treats without his acknowledgement.

He turned to his toddler size and hudled into a cabinet to cry about it. He didn't even know what to do once he started crying. He usually muffles his cries with his clothes until he felt exhausted.

Space Rider AU belongs to @onyxonline

(I forgor to tag bruuuhhhhh, me stuppy)

[fcksh1tup]

Warnings: Practically none. Coryo is a bit mean though (Whens he not??)

This is not a regular occurrence, I acknowledge, as I take in the new scene. It's a boy's bedroom first of all - and obviously so, with its dull grey walls and blue bed sheets. It's pretty plain, his room, but there are a few pictures and trinkets that give me a bit more of an idea of who my classmate really is. It's the view outside of the window that takes the stage however the Snow penthouse is - naturally- in an especially affluent area, nestled between the newest and fanciest skyscrapers and old-stlye libraries, universities, and town halls, most of which were rebuilt

during my early teenage years. They are built in a way that doesn't take away from the city's nature but encompass the surrounding greenery, elevate it through parks and small areas of woodland, all startlingly closeby.

Second of all, it's the bedroom

of Coriolanus Snow. I've never worked in a pair with the guy since it's usually Clemensia he partners up with. Coriolanus has no friends, and everyone knows Clemensia always partners with the smartest in each of her classes. She's a sucker for good grades, excuse the pun. I snicker at my own thoughts, and remember Coriolanus who is silently watching me study his room. He looks positively miserable, and it's clear he didn't want to work with me on the project. My curiosity about his home life just about outweighs the embarrassment that he hates me.

I remind myself to stop being so nosy, and fight my gaze away from a picture of him and his cousin- its embarrassing that I know this- when they were younger. He suggests we get to work, and leaves briefly to grab a chair from another room. We hudle up at his tiny desk in a way that I'll probably giggle about when I'm alone, and we start to come up with a plan. He's suggesting something very smart and very rambling, but it's the most I've ever heard him say in one go.

Again, my eyes start wandering, first to his face, his features, and the subtle expressions he makes as he talks and writes. Then I take in the objects lined along the shelf of the desk: there's a watch which looks beyond ancient, and could honesty be a Snow heirloom, and there's some folded papers, a pencil and what seems like the component of a bike or a motor, or something mechanical.

Then suddenly Coriolanus has swifly reached out to swipe something from his desk, something shiny and round. He slips it behind his back, clearly so that I don't see it. My eyes move from the hand behind his back, to his eyes as if they'll tell me what he's hiding. He holds the contact, and so do I, and its the most we've ever looked at each other so directly. My confidence eventually trickles away, and his startling blue eyes begin to intimidate me. I look back to the sheet he's been writing on, "So.. uhh. We'll need some books, right? From the library?" I ignore the fact that i can still feel his gaze on me, and nod to my own question because I'm basically talking to myself.

Maybe the rumours of his shrinking wealth aren't the only reason he has no friends.

Aww, he wants to hang out with me on the weekend!! God, he hates my guts. I'm not sure if this is a sign for me to go, but it feels like a goodbye. I'm about to announce ce my leave, when a voice calls through the awkward air, "Coryo!", the female voice sounds so happy and there's even a hint of a laugh in the shout, "Coryo!". I make a moment for the nickname because it's actually cute and somehow softens my opinion of the boy. I swear i hear him sigh next to me, and I can't help but breath out a laugh at his exasperation. We hear the footsteps before she swings open the bedroom door, closes it as soon as she sees us, and knocks on it with a humorous "Sorry!!"

Coriolanus does the most dramatic eye roll before he tells her to come in. Her beaming face appears

"Yes, we'll go on Saturday", he finally answers.

through the door, and she slips in through the tiny gap she's left for herself. "Hello, I'm Tigris," she looks to me. She looks very alike Coriolanus, with the same lovely blonde hair and bright blue eyes, and I figure she's his cousin. Her demeanour is different from Coriolanus' though. She has a refreshing and almost giddy bounce, which makes her friendliness all the more friendly. I immediately like her. I realise she's been talking to us, or Coriolanus mostly, and a catch something about how she'd had a record number of sales today.

I notice a change in Coriolanus' demeanour, however. He becomes significantly more relaxed and talkative, and he seems younger, and says witty little things that make me want to laugh, god forbid. This is only natural I guess; people you love obviously bring a side of you that you wouldn't show to strangers. It's nice seeing him like this, so different from the weirdo he is in school. And I actually like him now again... And I've been staring at him for too long now because they're both watching me with curious expressions.

Tigris quickly ropes me into an easy-going conversation about school and other stuff, and we find out of a mutual friend. I almost don't believe Tigris when she says she knows Hyacinth, and my mouth falls open and I'm pretty sure my eyes become wide like sausers. Hyacinth, apparently, did a few week's worth of an internship, working on some projects for Tigris' new business. Besides the fact she never told me, I had no idea she was remotely interested in fashion business. Fashion? Sure. But the actual making and selling of clothes? I'm impressed for some reason, and can't wait to torture it out of her. Tigris comes to sit on the edge of Coriolanus' bed and we turn around out chairs to face her.

It seems like we're talking for ages, and I realise we have been only by the chimes of a grandfather clock somewhere in the apartment. Then a loud wailing joins in with the repeating chant of the clock. At first I'm alarmed, looking for Tigris and Coriolanus' reactions, but i calm down when they seem relatively unsurprised about the sounds. My brows furrow as I watch Coriolanus almost comically drop his forehead in the palm of his hand. "Uh.. what is that,", I ask as tentatively as I can. "The Grandma'am", Coriolanus groans, and shares a look with Tigris, who rushes out to reach the their grandmother singing. My initial nose wrinkle turns into a giggle that I have to cover with my hand. Coriolanus looks up at the badly suppressed laughs coming from my hand. "Don't", he swipes his hand across his face as if he's wiping

sweat from his brow, "she's a nightmare!", but I think he can't help the smile that crawls on his face. I'm struck by how attractive it is, and realise i don't ever remember him smiling before. And I'm sure I would have remembered it, because it's the sweetest thing.

Tigris gets 'grandma'am' (the name makes me snicker internally) to cease with her ballads, and it's getting dark outside so I decide to go home. Like any lovely host, Tigris starts to object and asks if I'd like something to eat, while also apologising for her 'horrible hospitality' with a "we don't have much, but-". Coriolanus urgently interrupts her to tell me their cook was on her day off. He's lying of course- and it's not only Tigris' moment of confusion that tells me this. Coriolanus is a bit of a pathetic liar. Plus, something tells me the cousins aren't too eager to show their grandma'am off, even if it is just to a couple of cooks. A remarkable number of family secrets are exposed of in this way.

I firmly reject any offers to see me home, or pay for a ride back, and opt to walk home, even though it's a while away. I think as I walk. So the rumours are true, if not mostly, then partly. It's quite clear that, while surviving, the Snows are not as wealthy as they'd like everyone to believe. While having not having a cook is not uncommon, this is the Snows.

The past generations of Snows had some of most. My grandfather met Mr Snow (Coriolanus' grandfather or great-grandfather: I don't know), and the man supposedly had over 20 members of house staff, and a team of excellent cooks. And I haven't been in any boy's bedroom other than Coriolanus', but I know for sure Lucius, and Platus, and every other guy has more than a simple cupboard of clothes.

I wonder if I'll be able to escape Euphemia and my father's notice as I get in. I pull a face at the eager buzz of my accepted fingerprint, which sounds especially loud in the silence, and slip in through the door in a very Tigris way. Everything seems to be dark and quiet, and I think I've succeeded as I reach the staircase upstairs. But no. Father's waiting for me in his study, his gaze already on me as I abandon my attempt to skim past.

calls, which I realise is probably coryo.

"Where have you been?"

"I was doing my school project,"

I answer surely, already knowing to pass him the sheet with Coriolanus' elaborate plan. Father reads it carefully, eyebrows scrunching and twitching up as he intakes the information. I hope he doesn't question me about it, like he's done before, because I was only half listening to what Coriolanus was saying.

"Where?"

"We were working at the library," Upon his request, I tell him my partner is Coriolanus, and he gives a neutral grunt. I have to ask for the plan back because he's about to store it in his bureau, which makes me have to fight an eye roll. Father allows me to leave then, and I go straight to my bedroom with a silent cheer of victory at his lack of interest in my plan.

My father and I's conversations are hest rent short and shallow Father reads it carefully, eyebrows scrunching and twitching up as he intakes the information. I hope he doesn't question me about it, like he's done before, because I was only half listening to what Coriolanus was saying.

"Where?"

"We were working at the library," Upon his request, I tell him my partner is Coriolanus, and he gives a neutral grunt. I have to ask for the plan back because he's about to store it in his bureau, which makes me have to fight an eye roll. Father allows me to leave then, and I go straight to my bedroom with a silent cheer of victory at his lack of interest in my plan. My father and I's conversations are best kept short and shallow. I flop straight on my bed, which has turned miserably cold without me. I grab my notebook, and write about Coriolanus and Tigris, and draw some bits and bobs.

[nagitosasshole]

𝑩𝒐𝒅𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑩𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒅

Vampire Copia / Papa Emeritus IV

(Dracopia) x reader

𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤:

◇ There is mention and description of gore right at the beginning, with only brief mentions of it afterwards ◇

◇ Copia isn't depicted as a 'soft' vampire

(The violence is strictly tied to Copia's vampirism) ◇

◇ Copia is Copia, and Copia is baby- but Copia also accidentally mauled an innocent person to death :^) ◇

◇ Sorta slow burn with lots of angst ◇

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before you get into it, do have mercy on me, please. i've not posted a story since i was 14-15 and it was not a serious attempt at all. this is my first ever actual attempt at a story, so feel free to send in any criticism or opinions, please!!

(and apologies if Copia or the Ghouls are out of character. this is just how i personally think they'd act!!)

love ya,, thanks!!

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ali

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(reader) has watched Copia flourish from their anxious, awkward, and generally uncouth Cardinal to a powerful Papa. Years of budding friendship allows them to share nearly everything with each other. Be it shared anxieties, insecurities, or just the feeling of loneliness and not belonging.

Not even his sudden rise to power really surprises them, not when they saw their friend becoming more confident and proud over the years. They helped him through with open arms over his 6 years of coming to terms with himself.

They really thought they helped him through, that they knew everything about him.

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The sight of a panting Copia huddled painfully in a corner of the library as he helplessly claws at his cheeks and jaws, a pair of fingers dipping into his red-stained mouth in an attempt to expel whatever he'd consumed makes that belief fly out of the window.

Forcing myself to look away from my dear friend crumpled up in red, I shakily let my gaze drift a few feet away from Copia. Eyes following the red trail that seems to have followed him to the corner, finding the source sprawled across the libraries antique wooden flooring.

A Sibling of sin, laying in a position that if not drowned in blood would look sound asleep. I internally thank the lorde that their petrified face is lulled down, hidden with messy hair.

My mind cannot get rid of the image of their body covered in gashes and bites, and what looks to be bruises, and…

I feel bile rise in my throat as my eyes wander over their already paling skin, unable to rip my eyes away from the places where their skin has been torn, some places looking like it'd been done by teeth.

My body doesn't allow me to move, only forcing out a broken, chocked whimper as I forcibly move my eyes away from my fellow Sibling. The sound alerts Copia to my presence, making his head snap up as his hand shakily and limply slips from his drooling mouth, leaving a line of transparent red between his puffy lips and gloved fingers. His looks as if his entire world is crumbling around him with just the glossy, overflowing look in his eyes.

I can only sob out a crackly and nearly silent call of his name before he's darting out of the room faster than I've ever seen him. I could only stumble out of the library, expression void and sunken as I slowly walk back to my room, sticking to the walls with a light hand to keep myself upright. My brain finally -for once- spares me some mercy, allowing my thoughts to ease into nothingness. Allowing me to make it to my room with an empty brain as I unceremoniously dump my weighted body to my bed. I don't sleep well that night.

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After that day, I stuck to myself. Everything I enjoyed, I abandon.

Everything I once did to socialize, I abandon.

Even small pleasures and things I enjoy I abandon in favor of hudling under my covers until I'm forced to crawl out of them.

My drop in work quality doesn't go unnoticed by Sister or my peers. I have talk after talk with Sister, endlessly forced to voice why I'm hiding away and shying away from my extra work- only to get nothing out of me.

Even my fellow Siblings notice when I quietly and half heartedly tell them I cannot do their work, or even help them anymore. Never offering a reason as to why.

They'll never know that I see that Sibling from the library when I look at them.

Their very clothing, the habit that I myself wear makes me sick, sending nauseating memories of that night in the library. I've had to cover my mirror and turn around with clenched eyelids as I get dressed.

I can't even bare to look at myself.

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The first week I spend spinning memories of the ghouls and Copia in my brain, frantically attempting to convince myself it was a dream, knowing my Copia would never…

No, not a dream.

It's apparent in the way he's avoided me.

My thoughts only give way to ugly sobs as I suffocate them my pillow.

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The second week I spend repeatedly rocking myself on my bed, back bent over my knees with my arms locked around them, blanket covering my compacted body and i endlessly attempt to self sooth. The fear of what I saw grows along with the disgustingly potent need to see Copia.

I internally curse myself, screaming at and berating myself for wanting to see him. Surely he's not the man you knew. My brain attempts to conjure the word monster in my desprate attempt to right myself, only for it to falter before I can even think it.

I could never think of him as a monster.

My brain is definitely faulty. Some wires or circuits are definitely frayed or fucked up, surely.

But I could never see him as a monster.

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On the third week, I give into desprate mindsets.

Letting myself stare at messy handwriting, intentionally vague, bland…not a word of what happened.

i hope your work is treating you well. i miss your company. you are well??, I wrote plainly, the shake in my writing betraying the anxiety I felt when writing it. In the dead of the night, I sneak out of my room to place the note outside his door. I didn't dare even write my name on the letter for fear he'd discard it.

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On the fourth week, I continue writing notes. Some more stiff and short than others, while some could be long and drawn out as if I were spewing out what was in my mind if he were truly there. There's always an air of emptiness and sadness to my writing.

My notes increased along with my appearances outside of my room. Only long enough to get to and from, but it was progress. There was always an air of panic around me when I dropped of a note for Copia to find. Always to avoid the library in my attempts to catch a glace at or the attention of him.

My efforts only bore fruit a couple of times, and yet they meant nothing. Only the slight widening of Copia's eyes showed he saw me at all before he'd turn his head, acting as Papa once more.

At the same time, acting as if I didn't exist.

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It started with the fleeting sights of the ghouls around me, always watching through the day. That's definitely not a rare or even unappreciated occurrence, but they hardly ever come to talk to me anymore. Usually, my day would be filled with chores, then my optional work later on in the day- be it doing simple errands for the overworked Papa's, or perhaps a Sibling of sin who wants to blow off work, but most of all gardening work with Papa Primo-

All of my off time you'd see me kneeling on stiff, hurting knees as I giggle along with whatever Primo is drawling on about, counting the time on the old-fashioned clock Primo keeps around as I wait for Copia to be done with work. Conversations help me forget time as Primo's aged hands guide and teach me how to properly care for his beloved plants.

A handful of times the two of us are accompanied by a helpful Mountain or Aether, the two helping lift heavy things that I can't manage, even less so the elder Papa. It's always warm, friendly ghouls always wandering through the garden to chat and cut up with me and Primo.

On rare occasions, we even find some of Secundo's ghouls wandering through. They hardly talk, but they prove to be good company still with how attentive they are to the garden's needs, proving to be quite good listeners, too. It's a real treat, but most of our visitors are Primo's own ghoul's, and (now) Copia's ghouls. Primo's ghouls (and the few retired ghouls. cough cough cowbell cough) will always stay near the gardens, ever loyal to their Papa. While Copia's ghouls are just plain and simple the most personable and sociable of the lot.

Soon I found my friendships with the kindly Papa and the ghouls flourishing like the flowers we care for so often.

It's no surprise it bled through "work" and into everyday life. Perhaps I was already friendly with them, knew them because of Copia, but I'd like to think the time we spent working together as a group made us close. It would explain how for the last few years, they made a habit of watching over me and approaching me to talk whenever they saw me.

I always appreciated how they looked over me rather than me being creeped out by it. In a way I understand their odd habits and affections. It made me feel safe knowing that they cared for me enough to have an eye out for me, even the notoriously hotblooded (asshole) Dewdrop.

But nowadays they only watch, and notably only Copia's ghouls. Maybe that's why their lack of seeking me out combined with their increased watching makes my neck prick with a chilled sensation. It just doesn't feel right. Maybe they're worried by my abrupt disappearance from our daily gardening routine, or maybe they can sense my dismal mood. Whatever it is, they don't say anything.

It only makes me want to hide away in my room more. Away from responsibilities and questions, and sure as hell away from who I consider my dear friends unreadable gazes. It makes my stomach twist and churn until I make it my mindless mission to make my way from room to room, never staying in one room longer than necessary during chores. The relief I feel from "evading" a ghoul is always short lived when after only a few minutes, I notice a different ghoul in the room I'm in.

I don't dare call out to them or say anything. Not unless they say something first. The fear pricking inside of me restrains my need to know what's going on, effectively silencing me and forcing my body to continue on with the world's worst game of where's the ghoul. I have an idea of why they're like this, anyway.

What I saw…

Surely whatever friendship I think I had with them was trumped by their loyalty to their master. They probably see me as a liability now. Waiting patiently with open ears for a slip up, waiting for me to break and spout out what I saw. Shouting to my fellow Siblings of sin that our beloved Papa IV is a monster.

That's why on the fourth week, when he finally acknowledges me in full, my heart nearly falls to my toes. With a single note with my name writen in neat writing poised on my bedside table, my heart thunders in my chest.

He had one of his ghouls come into my room and place it, or maybe he did it himself…the thought makes me lean agaisnt my headrest for support as I snatch the letter up with a shaky hand.

If you really wish to do this, come to my room.

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I will be there. I will be waiting.

- yours,

Copia

My nerves make me feel as if I'm going to throw up as I scan my aching eyes over his writing. Even the fact he wrote 'Copia' instead of 'C' makes me feel ill. With a pained groan, I rub my sweaty forehead. "fuck this…", I think out loud, voice broken and scratchy from lack of use. "I'm gonna take a shower…lorde knows I need one."

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additional notes:

alrighty then, thanks for reading all the way through!! hope u enjoyed it!!

i'll have an ao3 account soon enough. hopefully, the formatting will be just how i want it, but until then, i hope how it is at the moment is okay!!

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ali

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[bbyclnrbnsn]

Cool things from my second time at UKsies (matinee 28.06.2023)

(had a much better seat this time, so these are mostly just things i didn't get to properly appreciate last time)

Act 1

the amount of ad-libbing! Missed so much of it when I was sitting further back

all the chase scenes going right past me!!

a Bowery beauty giving Les a feather

CRUTCHIE TRYING TO SELL ME A PAPE

Race trying to steal the seltzer from Jacobi

The amount of people who put bags on their head to avoid getting chosen to go to Brooklyn

The weight of the moment between Jack and Race at the start of Seize the Day

Snyder materialising next to me??

Jack being SO tactile, especially with the Jacobs brothers

Act 2

The Brooklyn costumes!!

Sprace before Once And For All - hudled together and whispering and I SWEAR Spot did a little Debbie Ryan hair moment

Spot and Davey besties arc?? Literally love all their interactions

Sprace being noticably more pissed off at JAck than anyone else

Just everything about Hannah. Absolutely hilarious.

Pulitzer being SUCH a cartoon villain

Les being so tiny and so cute and so sassy

Katherine in King Of New York - just so thrilled to be there

Roosevelt's laugh and little skip after the backseat line

[driaswrld]

Yuuji is 100% the typa guy to kiss you and stay close to you when you're SICK.

That guy would find you hudled under two blankets and his first instinct is to toss his things to a corner and immediately run to your side and ask you questions with an upset voice and a pout.

SECOND, the guy would hear you saying it feels nice to have his cold hand on your face AND HE'D JUMP INTO YOUR BLANKET to cool you off with his hands and kisses.

And if you feel cold, preferring to have warmth instead, he'd somehow manage to fit you into the hoodies he's wearing so you've got skin to skin contact and he can hold you close and keep you warm. Two of you sharing a hoodie like lovebirds 😦😦😦

(LATER HE GOT SICK BUT HE JUSTIFIED IT WITH A—

"you know I'm strong! Not to mention if me getting sick means you'll get better sooner I wouldn't mind going through it a few hundred times!"

He'd say with a thumbs up, a radiant toothy grin on his face which was flushed with a fever. You'd just frown and keep changing the cool towel on his head and when you see him drifting off from how comfortable it is, you'd just smile softly and kiss the tip of his nose and continue with your work)

everytime you send a yuuji ask I SPRINT to my ask box omg im so soft n sleepy and this is just perfect im sobbing

hes the type of guy to get all pouty if you don't kiss him while you're sick and come up with some lame ass complaint like "you don't love me anymore?? :(((" AND YOU FOLD bcus omg why is he pouting like that gahhhhh!!!

also also!!! he definitely likes when you put your cold hands under his shirt (lies that he doesn't flinch but you feel him shiver) he just loves the skin to skin contact i might cry :(( hes so beefy n warm im actually falling to my knees on a railroad as we speak

AND AND 100000% the type of guy to try stuffing you in his clothes bcus he claims it's more "practical" to be smooshed against each other in the same hoodie im dying he's an idiot

his excuse for EVERYTHING is "don't worry, im strong, babe!!" proceeds to fall on his ass and make a mess of himself bolting to help you, always wants to carry your stuff (including you) and would definitely stand in line to get a brick dropped on his head if you asked because "don't worry babe, i'm soooo strong!!!"

[bloodthirstyanon]

you remember what they did~

what makes him so diffirent?~ Hes just waiting until you too deep to leave~ -Darkend anon

stop- stop please s-stop- (Hes hudled by the wall remembering everything he went through, everything they said, everything they did)