#if it looks like they're dancing congrats you got what i wanted to do!!!

[isatartdump]

Trying some stuff out cuz I always wanted to get work like these. If you got tips!!! Please. Please share.

[shotmrmiller]

the possibilities for bullying a girl into an inescapable marriage are endless … soap finding a girl from a catholic family, getting her into bed, then ‘accidentally’ letting it slip to her family and nodding along when her mother is like ‘you have to marry him it’s the only way to save yourself from sin’

price in vegas getting blackout drunk with some sweet thin he met at the casino bar, and both of them waking up in the morning with rings. so what if price wasn’t really that drunk? reader doesn’t need to know that.

ghost who convinces you to marry him for the benefits so he gets better housing and you get his health insurance. you think it’s purely transactional, so imagine your surprise when he starts expecting you to perform your other spousal duties and threatens to kill the guy you were gonna go on a date with.

gaz who agrees to be your fake boyfriend for a family dinner, so you don’t have to suffer through another round of ‘what do you mean you’re still single? when am i getting grandbabies?’ only to realize your mistake too late when you catch him in the kitchen with your mother, promising her she’s getting grandbabies soon.

soap's just looking at her mom like he hadn't a clue that it was that serious for "catholics" and he'll do right by them both and take her hand in marriage as if he doesn't have a crucifix around his neck that gleams against coarse hair and pale scars. as if he doesn't remember his ma giving him sharp twists to the ear because he'd made them late for sunday mass again. ofc not. and if he knows certain prayers, he'd learned for his future wife. obviously.

price is def the type to befriend the loud, drunken girl on vacation in some party city he'd just finished a job in. buys her drink after drink because she'd said she can hold her own. unsurprisingly, she was all talk no walk. she calls him handsome once, threads her fingers into his greying hair and his first stop is the nearest jewelry store. he doesn't touch the new mrs. price as she sleeps off the alcohol, he wants her awake for what he's got planned. (ghost ofc hears of his new wife and sends him a congrats text)

ghost gets signed up on tinder by soap against his knowledge will and when soap matches him with some girl only looking for fun, simon decides he's gonna give her more than that and if she's the type to try to kick him out the morning after, he's calling price to forge her signature onto a marriage certificate. (price eventually meets her and he's just like "shouldntve fed him, love. should've known he wouldn't leave." rip a girl just tryna have some sex)

kyle tells her that he needs a gf for the weekend because there's a wedding, soaps wedding actually, and she agrees. (every time she corrects him to his plus one he simply repeats himself.) he immediately goes back on his promise, "i won't even touch ya," cuz his hand is constantly roaming south, he sits her on his lap whether she wants it or not, and during the slow dancing he's prying her mouth open with his for, "just one kiss." if he fucks her in the groom's dressing room during the dinner, no he didn't. (he needs his hands on her, no one believes that they're dating:(

[just-my-latest-hyperfixation]

To the victor the spoils

Written for the @steddieholidaydrabbles, day 19

Prompt: Enemies to lovers

Rated: T

CW: light blood and violence; steamy kissing; very light dubcon if you squint (they're actually both super into it, I promise)

Tags: Fantasy AU; Magic AU; Guard!Steve; Thief!Eddie; Sexual tension; Flirting; Fighting; First kiss

Notes: Thought that kiss was hot in writing? Wait until you see it! @house-of-the-moving-image did an entire mini comic!

In the end, it’s just the two of them again. 

Steve jumps over another groaning pile of half-conscious guards and bursts out onto the roof, cold night air slapping him in the face and making the cape of his uniform whip. 

“Munson!” he barks. 

He is standing by the edge of the roof, a black cut-out against the starlit sky. As Steve stalks closer, he can see the smile curling at his lips, the amusement glinting in those dark eyes. 

“Stevie,” he greets, like they’re two acquaintances who’ve just met on the market square - not the new Captain of the Guard and the city’s most wanted criminal. “My, don’cha look strapping in the new get-up. Congrats, I bet daddy’s mighty proud.” 

“Shut it,” Steve growls, ignoring the way Eddie’s eyes linger on his golden breastplate, the way it makes a treacherous heat prickle at his neck. “Flattery will get you nowhere. Now give it back!” 

He jerks his head at the necklace clutched in one black-gloved hand. Eddie pouts. 

“Don’t wanna. It’s shiny.” 

Steve groans. It’s like talking to a five-year-old. A five-year old clad in black armor who’s versed in combat magic. 

“It is a priceless magic artifact that’s been in Lord Carver's family for generations-” 

“Yeah, and what a load of good they’ve done with it,” Eddie sneers. “High time it got into the hands of someone who actually knows what they’re doing.” 

“Oh, and that someone would be you?” 

“Look at you,” Eddie winks. “Pretty and clever. Now if you’ll excuse me, I gotta-” 

“You’re not going anywhere!” Steve snaps. His sword slides out with a high, metallic sound. 

Eddie raises his hands. “Woah, big boy. Careful now, you don’t wanna-” 

Steve roars and lunges. 

Eddie skips out of reach, but not quite fast enough. A lock of curly hair floats to the ground. 

“Oh sweetheart, you're gonna regret this,” Eddie purrs. 

And all hell breaks loose. 

The air crackles with the taste of ozone, a blinding light erupts from the artifact, and Steve just barely manages to parry. Something whirrs through the air, glides off his blade and a sharp, hot pain explodes all over the side of his face. Something warm trickles down his cheek. 

“Hell yeah,” Eddie whoops and comes flying at him, giant shards of solid magic whirling around him, eyes eerily alight with their glow. “That's what I'm talking about!” 

The world blurs into a frenzy of movement and adrenaline. Attack and parry, dive for cover behind the towers and turrets and battlements of the roof, attack again. It’s almost comforting in its familiarity, this dance of theirs. Steve knows all of Eddie’s little quirks, the subtle twitches of his face that indicate his attacks before they actually come. They’ve done this so often, he can read him like an open book. 

The problem is, Eddie knows him just as intimately. Steve screams with rage, forces his aching limbs to go faster, harder, but it’s no use. Every blow that he tries to land, Eddie blocks, every twist and turn he makes, Eddie’s already there, always with that infuriating, dimpled grin, that amused little quirk of his brow. 

Until Steve’s foot lands on a wet patch of moss and he slips. 

It all goes so fast he has no time to be terrified - just feels the horrible sense of vertigo as the world tilts and the cobbled street jumps at him. Then, before he can so much as scream, there's arms wrapping around him and he's being hauled backwards, back pressed flush against another body. His blade goes clattering into the shadows.

“Whoops,” Eddie chuckles into his ear. Steve can feel his chest rising and falling with exertion, can feel his hot breath clouding against the shell of his ear. “Thought I told you not to fall for me.”

“Shut up,” he snaps, tries to struggle free, but Eddie has one arm around his chest, the other flush against the hollow of his throat, and he can't go anywhere. “Don’t give yourself too much credit.” 

“Oh, do I?" Eddie’s lips twitch into a smirk against the nape of his neck. “Then why were you holding back?” 

“Fuck you!” he grits out, but all it earns him is a low tut. “Now release me.”

“What, without a reward?” Eddie’s voice tingles down his spine, sweet and potent like poisoned mead. “You know how I am about pretty things. And you wouldn't wanna deny the victor his spoils, would you?” 

“Asshole!” Humiliation coils hot and heavy in Steve’s abdomen. “Stop joking and-” 

Eddie snarls against his ear. “I've told you a million times, honey. I'm not joking.” 

Steve’s world spins again, breath punched clean from his lungs as he is flipped around and slammed against the nearest wall. Eddie doesn’t leave him any time to recover, just surges in with a hungry growl and crashes their lips together. When Steve tries to struggle, he bites down on his bottom lip, uses the pained gasp it earns him to lick into his mouth. 

Someone moans, but it takes Eddie running his tongue over the roof of his mouth and pushing a leg between his thighs before the sound tumbles out again and Steve recognizes his own voice. They only break apart when they run out of air, both flushed and struggling for breath. 

And that is when the door to the roof slams open and Lord Carver and his men push through. 

“He went this way! Seize him!”

Eddie lets out an annoyed huff and leans in for one last peck against Steve’s lips. 

“Sorry, darling. Gotta go, y'know how it is. See you next time.” 

He steps out of his space and the night air hits Steve like a bucket of ice water. Eddie winks at him and steps over the edge of the roof. 

By the time Carver and his guards arrive, the night has long swallowed him.

Part 2

All my holiday drabbles

[studentinpursuitofclouds]

hii! I have a silly req ^.^

bachelors reacting to a farmer rejecting their dance proposal at the flower dance? but then saying it's a joke/prank !!

just farmer doing that out of spite, still holding that grudge from the first year teehee

Sure, dear anon ❤️ Enjoy!

SDV bachelors reacting to a Farmer rejecting their dance proposal, then saying it's a joke:

Sam:

"W- what?..."

After rejection, Sam's eyes filled with sadness - he looks like a puppy that's been kicked.

But then laugh when Farmer tells him it was a joke.

"You had me in the first half, not gonna lie."

Takes a mean joke quite well. "I'm a prankster myself."

There's gonna be a little residue from that rejection.

But Sam will forget all about it when he dances with Farmer!

Shane:

"... Am I a fucking joke to you?" The prank clearly didn't appeal to him.

Shane remembers not being too polite to Farmer earlier, but still...

Farmer hastily apologised to Shane. Lucky for them, he doesn't hold a grudge.

What's interesting is that Shane apologised too, for the rude rejection last year.

The two made up and went dancing, but Shane warned that one more "joke" like that and he'd dunk Farmer's head in the punch.

(He won't do that, but Farmer doesn't need to know that).

Elliott:

Elliott's smile evaporated instantly after the rejection. But then Farmer told him it was a prank.

"Ah, it was a joke, right? Hmm." The writer goes to great lengths to not look awkward.

"It's a bit of a tasteless joke, don't you think?"

Will ask not to joke like that. Also will be very surprised that it was a little revenge for a "past rejection".

"Apologize, my friend, for tactlessness on my part last year. I did not mean to offend you in any way."

Neither Elliott nor Farmer holds a grudge, and the dance turned out to be exciting and energetic.

Sebastian:

"You'll let me know when to laugh." Uh-oh, he's not amused at all...

Sebastian finally musters up the courage to ask Farmer to dance, and they're laughing at him?

Sebby pouts like a toad. "Forget what I said." Farmer needs to apologize right away.

They're lucky that Sebby will forgive them easily.

"Also sorry if I was rude to you before too. I just didn't know you well then."

The dance with Farmer was cool, even if Sebastian doesn't like dancing so much.

Alex:

"Prank? You think that's funny, huh? Not at all! Do you know how frustrating it is to get that kind of rejection right in the face?"

*Flashback to a year ago at the Flower festival* "Oh, right..."

Well, the Farmer got their revenge, Alex deserved it. Happy now?

Hold on, the Farmer still wants to dance with him? Yes!

*Ahem* Allright, the athlete forgives them their stupid joke, he's being kind today.

(And the Farmer was fun to dance with!).

Harvey:

Harvey wilted in such a way that Farmer thought he was going to cry.

"Wait wait wait! Harvey, it was just a prank!" A prank, he thought. For what? That's pretty tactless and rude.

Revenge for "last time"? He... Did he hurt them in any way?

Now Harvey's upset and confused. Congrats, Farmer.

Apologize to the doctor right now!

And they should thank Yoba that Harvey forgave them right away and even agreed to dance with them.

[hairmetal666]

Steve and Eddie.

Eddie and Steve.

After Vecna, they're inseparable. They share a bed. Always. Twine their legs together and sleep close. No reason to pretend they don't need each other when they so obviously do.

Eddie loves him. He knows it's stupid. Doesn't know how to protect his heart when Steve is everything.

Spring fades into summer, and between nights spent with entangled limbs, Eddie starts to see more in Steve's hazel eyes; soft fondness and gentle care, a flash of heat. Their physical affection goes beyond casual touches--arms around waists, fingers on hips, faces nuzzling against necks, kisses pressed into hair.

It feels like they have all the time in the world, but Robin asks Steve to move to Indy and Steve never mentions it. Eddie pretends like the silence doesn't hurt. They've only ever been just friends, after all.

Then, one night, "I'm moving to Indy."

"Okay, yeah." Eddie tries to keep his voice even, the tears from spilling. it was always a mistake, falling for Steve Harrington.

"Come with me?" Steve's hands are clenched in the duvet.

"I'm moving to New York." He had no plans until this very moment.

Steve falls quiet. "That's nice, Eddie. That's--yeah, you should do that, if it's what you want."

He nods. Ignores the lump in his throat. "Maybe I can really be somebody."

Steve smiles. Eddie's not sure why it looks so sad. "You'll knock 'em dead, Ed."

---

They stay friends, of course they do. There's phone calls and visits, and it's not the same, but it's still good.

Eddie tries to get over him. He does. There are dates, men, possibility. But they're not Steve.

Steve meets a girl--nice, pretty, wealthy--the kind of girl made for a King. It sticks. Eddie likes her. And nobody needs to know that he cries himself to sleep, thinking of what might have been.

The invitation comes in the mail. He throws it in the garbage without a thought, before standing against his counter, knuckles going white where he's gripping into the laminate. Tries to remind himself to keep breathing around the shattering of his heart.

He's not going. Knows he can't take it.

Then, a phone call.

"I'm getting married," Steve says.

"Yeah, just got the invite. Congrats!" Bile in his throat threatens to choke him.

"Will you--you'll stand up there with me?"

Eddie smacks his head repeatedly against the wall. "Of course," is the only possible answer.

---

The wedding is fine. During the ceremony, he tries not to listen to the vows, keeps his eyes on Robin's back and never, ever on Steve. He drinks through the reception. Knows it's too much, knows he's losing control. Can't take watching Steve dance with his new bride, so he sneaks out a side door into an alley, lighting his last cigarette. The nicotine barely hits his lungs before a scuffle of feet interrupts his moment.

"Can I get in on that?" Steve asks.

Eddie squeezes his eyes shut, handing over the cigarette. "What're you doing out here?"

"Haven't really talked to you at all today."

"Well. You've been a little busy." He means it to be a joke but it falls very flat, his bitterness too close to the surface.

Steve exhales a cloud of smoke. "Yeah. Didn't realize weddings were so much work."

Eddie doesn't know what to say, so they fall into silence, passing the smoke back and forth until it burns down to the filter.

"You happy?" Eddie asks. Doesn't think he meant to, doesn't want the answer.

"Ed..."Steve swallows.

"So, yes," he chuckles. It's the most hollow thing he's ever heard.

"It's just--It's normal, you know?"

And it's like Steve punched him, to know they never could've been because Eddie--being with Eddie--would never be normal.

"Right, of course, Harrington. Normal."

"That's not what--I'm not saying--"

"What else could you possibly mean?"

"I want quiet. No monsters, no secret dimensions. Something regular. Easy."

"Six-fucking-nuggets, right? Still a pretty lady in the front seat next to you."

"What's wrong with that? Huh? What's wrong with kids and stability and a fucking life. Not bartending until 4am and playing the occasional gig and living with 18 goddamn people."

Eddie straightens at that, fingers twisting in his button-down. "Sorry my life doesn't meet your exacting standards, King. Sorry I can't be what you want."

He storms away, Steve shouting after him, but he leaves him there with his promising and bright and normal future unfurling before him.

---

They don't talk. One month. Six Months. A Year. Two.

For lack of better to do, for stability, he writes a book. Fantasy. About an Adventurer who helps a group of kids save the world. They're joined by a handsome, mysterious man who seems like an asshole, but helps them selflessly every time. He and the Adventurer are something, but before it's anything real, the stranger is revealed to be their Prince. They save the world, but the Prince has to leave the Adventurer behind.

The book is a hit. Spawns a series. Eddie's somebody.

---

Eddie comes home from the store, paper bag of groceries balanced against his chest.

Steve Harrington, not looking a day older than at his wedding, stands at his door, hands wringing.

"Steve?" He asks.

"Hey, Ed." The nickname twists Eddie's stomach, but he doesn't say anything.

"What are you doing here?"

"I'm getting divorced," Steve says.

Eddie almost drops his groceries, his hands shake so hard. He busies himself with the lock, ushering Steve inside.

"Is that all?" He asks.

Steve blinks at him, dazed expression on his still pretty face. "What?"

"You came all this way just to tell someone you haven't spoken to in almost eight years that you're getting divorced? What's it to me?" He stomps into the kitchen with his groceries.

"I wanted--I thought--"

Eddie snorts, makes it mean because he feels mean, wants to make Steve hurt the way he has for years. "You thought? We haven't spoken since your wedding day, man."

"She was ready for kids, and I realized that she's not--she's not who I picture having a family with."

The words pierce him like shattered glass, and he whirls into the living room, into Steve's space. "What the fuck are you doing?" he hisses.

"I wanted you to know, Ed. After all--"

"Stop calling me that. Stop acting like we're friends, for Christ's sake. And I don't give a damn about whatever realization you had once you realized normal wasn't for you."

"I'm trying to make this right!" Pink splotches highlight Steve's cheeks, his anger spiking to match Eddie's.

"There's nothing to fix, Harrington. We're over. It's fine."

"It's not fine," Steve is breathing hard. "I wanted you so badly, and you fucking ran away--"

"Bullshit! I waited for you. And you moved to Indy with Robin without a thought."

"I asked you to come! You were the one who said no."

"You asked a week before you left!"

"I was scared!"

"Of what, Steve? Not having that normal, easy, life you wanted so badly?"

"Of course not!"

"Then why?"

Steve chuckles, steps back. "I always thought you of all people would understand, and now--"

"Not when you come to my house unannounced to unload on me about your divorce because you expect us to pick up like none of it ever happened."

"That's not what I want!"

Eddie turns, pinching the bridge of his nose to cut off the stinging in his eyes. "I can't do this. I think you should leave, Steve."

"Fine." Steve won't look at him, storms to the door. "This was a mistake."

He slams it hard enough it makes the walls shake, picture frames rattle. Eddie can't stop the sob that rips out of him. Entitled, selfish, Steve Harrington, the only man Eddie will ever love. Steve Harrington who thinks love comes with strings attached. Steve Harrington who was afraid of asking Eddie to move away with them. And Eddie, always the coward, stifled by the weight of his own impossible love.

Eddie moves on autopilot, just knows he needs to find Steve, to see if there's a chance.

He skids down the stairs, almost falling a time or two, out into the night. His eyes scan the sidewalk, searching for familiar tall hair, but there's no sign of Steve, no sign--

A soft sob cuts through the air and Eddie's eyes fall to the steps in front of him, to the beautiful man sitting with his head on his knees.

"Steve," he says.

He stands, whirling, face a wreck. "Eddie?"

He doesn't know what to say at first, swallowing and swallowing around nothing. "I--I'm sorry I said no, when you asked me to move with you."

Steve's face does a funny, fracturing thing, even as he gives a little laugh. "I'm sorry I took so long to work up the nerve to ask."

Both of them take a step forward, then stumble together in a clumsy, tear-soaked hug.

"I'm sorry I got too drunk at your wedding," Eddie whispers against his friend's neck.

Steve giggles, but quiets quickly "I'm sorry about the 'normal' thing. I didn't mean it. I was--it doesn't matter. I'm sorry."

They hold each other for a long time on the steps of Eddie's building, rocking gently back and forth. When they finally let go, Eddie pushes Steve's hair off his forehead, asks, "wanna order a pizza and catch up?"

The answering smile is blinding as a sun, and Eddie is just as hopelessly in love as he was at 20.

They walk inside, fingers still entwined, lit up with hope.

"Hey," Steve says as they walk up the stairs together. "Are the Adventurer and the Prince going to find each other again? Because it's been four books now, and I'm still wait--"

Eddie twists his fingers into Steve's t-shirt, pushing him against the stained stairwell wall. "Fuck, Steve, I--"

He's interrupted by Steve closing the distance between their mouths, pulling them together in a searing kiss.

"They get forever, sweetheart" is Eddie's answer.

[inhuman-obey-me]

levi + 🚪 no mc please!

"I feel a sickness for a home I’ve never been." - Leviathan

"YES, I got the last piece of the set!" Leviathan shouts excitedly to himself, happily setting the new piece to his gear before inputting a dance command.

The little avatar on his screen begins to bop around, moving its arms cheerfully to no particular music as if to show off the new jacket it's wearing. The blurry pixels that make up the character's face look like they're smiling, just like the Avatar of Envy is, beaming from his seat as he reaches up to stretch for the first time in hours.

Messages from his guildmates start rolling in, too, filling the chat with, "YOOO CONGRATS" and "omg sooo jealous" and "looks AMAZING, man!!"

Ah, satisfaction.

And then, killing his elation just as quickly -- "alright, I think that's it for me tonight."

"Wait, some of you still need another drop from this dungeon though, right? Let's not stop yet," Levi types frantically. For the first time all night, he notices his eyes stinging from the strain of playing for so many hours straight, but he's desperate not to log off. If anything, his chest is starting to constrict at the thought, full of panic at the idea of ending already.

The others, however, are done. They collectively decide this is a good place to stop for the night, and one by one, he watches his teammates' avatars disappear from the screen, leaving his character alone in the field, still dancing away.

And, just like that, the night's distraction is over. Groaning with frustration, he scrolls idly through his quest list, checking for something, anything to still do. A dungeon, a raid, maybe some limited-time seasonal event? Of course, he's already completed all the most fun quests though, and the only things still available for him to handle alone are mindless, repetitive tasks. Boring.

He closes out the game too, dropping his head into his hands in defeat. He should get some sleep anyway, admittedly. Lucifer will be mad if he oversleeps come morning, after all.

It's just, the moment he turns around, he'll have to see that same damn room again -- his new one, with its jellyfish lamps and porcelain white tub for a bed. He'd been excited about it at first, since he'd gotten to decorate it with all his otaku paraphernalia, and the fish tank walls really did cast a lovely blue glow over everything. His figurines look great in their displays, and his entire manga collection is neatly organized on the shelves, just how he likes it.

It's a good room. It's got all of his favorite things. It's very distinctly his -- no more of the dusty old guest rooms of the Demon Lord's Castle, each one indistinguishable from all the others.

He should like it.

But that doesn't change what the room is: new. This is his new room, in a new house, in this new realm, with a new body, having to make a new home, and it's all because he's not welcome in his old one anymore. The Celestial Realm cast them out, and he'll never see his old room in the Celestial Palace again. He'll never get to stay in that nice, comfortable, familiar place anymore, and the thought makes him deeply envious of his past self who got to enjoy his time there so obliviously, never even realizing that those days would come to an end!

Then again, if he's honest with himself -- wasn't he the same way back then, too?

It's just a sickness for a home that's never been. Truthfully, he didn't feel any more comfortable in his skin as an angel than he does as a demon. Having his brothers with him is what makes a place home more than anything else, but even they don't really understand him.

No one does.

But there's always escaping into his games, his anime, his manga. In those, he can imagine himself as the hero. He doesn't have to think about what a sad, pathetic demon he is now. He doesn't have to think about being a demon at all. He can be whatever he wants to be, wherever he wants to be.

And where he wants to be right now, is not here. Anything would be better than thinking about all this again. Late night be damned, he's not ready to face this yet.

Screw it, he's not going to sleep. He boots up another game.

[harunayuuka2060]

Vil: What's the meaning of this, Epel?

Epel: Y-You've told me that I could bring someone to audition.

Vil: Yes. But they should be a student here. The one you've brought is Riddle's adoptee.

Epel: I-I know! However, I believe we should at least try and see what they've got!

Rook: Hmm... It seems our Monsieur Crabapple is up to something. We should give him a chance, Vil.

Vil: Hmph. If this turns out to be a joke, you know what will happen to you, Epel.

Epel: Th-Thank you, Vil! *then runs to inform MC*

Rook: It's been a while since we last saw that innocent kid.

Vil: I'm a bit surprised you haven't given them a nickname, Rook.

Rook: Oh, I would after I see what they're capable of.

*MC approaches them*

MC: Hello.

Vil: What are you going to sing?

MC: The song Cater taught me.

Vil: *is doubting already* Alright. Could you sing it for us?

MC: *nods*

Rook: The stage is yours, my dear!

Epel: Good luck, MC!

*the music plays*

Rook: Ooh... This is quite a jolly tune.

MC: Chu! I'm sorry for being too cute.

Vil and Rook: ...

MC: I'm sorry but I had been born this cute.

MC: Chu! Maybe I'm cunning, that is true.

MC: I'm sorry if my cuteness is bothering you.

MC: *bows after singing and dancing cutely*

Vil, Rook, and Epel: ...

Vil: You...

Vil: *looks at them, smiling with interest* You have quite a charming voice.

Rook: En bien! That just healed my soul!

Vil: Say, is there a reason why Epel has brought you to us?

MC: He doesn't want to participate in the contest so he asked me instead.

Vil: Hm. *looks disapprovingly at Epel*

Epel: I'm sorry, Vil. But I can't imagine myself singing and dancing while wearing an overly-cute dress.

Vil: We'll talk about this later.

Vil: And you, MC, I will send a message to Riddle later. You have to be responsible for Epel now as his replacement for the contest.

MC: *nods* Okay.

Ace: What?! You auditioned and got chosen?!

Cater: Congrats! We should celebrate!

Riddle: Celebrate for what? *just came back after talking with Vil* *crossing his arms*

Ace: Yikes. He looks mad.

Riddle: MC, you've been doing unnecessary actions recently.

Riddle: Though you haven't violated any of the rules, you're still causing quite an inconvenience.

Trey: Riddle, why don't you take a seat first? Here.

Riddle: *sat down*

Riddle: Do you have any idea what the Pomefiore housewarden has told me?

Riddle: THAT YOU'RE ONLY WASTING YOUR TALENT IF I CONTINUE TO KEEP YOU HERE IN HEARTSLABYUL! THAT WRETCHED!

Ace: Ah... So that's why he's mad... Haha...

Riddle: WHY DID YOU JOIN THAT STUPID AUDITION ANYWAY?!!

MC: The costume looks like Riddle's clothes.

Riddle, Ace, Trey, and Cater: Eh?

MC: *goes to show the design to him*

Riddle: ...

Riddle: *his anger immediately subsided* *pouts* Just because of this?

MC: I want to wear clothes like Riddle's.

Cater: Aww~ They want matchy-matchy with Brother Riddle~.

Riddle: S-Silence, Cater.

Trey: I think that's reasonable enough.

Riddle: I could've lent you a pair if you had asked me.

MC: But you're shorter than me.

Riddle: ...

Riddle: I will get mad at you.

Epel: Vil wants you to practice this song and meet him after his last class for today.

MC: *nods*

Epel: Anyway, are you sure there's nothing you want? I don't think the costume is enough as a compensation.

MC: I don't need anything at the moment.

Epel: I see.

Floyd: *approaches them* There you are, Guppy and Angelfish.

Epel: Floyd!

MC: ...

MC: Let's go now, Epel.

Epel: Huh? Why?

MC: Floyd will—

Floyd: *has already grabbed them and carried them away*

Epel: M-MC!

Floyd: Later, Guppy! Angelfish and I will play combat!

MC: I don't want to. And can you put me down?

Floyd: Nope! And combat training is more fun than singing and dancing.

Epel: *watches them leave*

Epel: Vil is going to scold me...

[aclowntiny]

Hii! First of all, congrats con 600 followers, you deserve that and so many more, I'm literally in love with your work :) I was wondering if I could request a San scenario with the following prompts (from the lists you reblogged):

“Urgh, why do you always insist on doing nice things for me?” “Because I enjoy it.”

“Can’t you just accept when people do nice things for you?” “No, I can’t.”

“The only reason why I’m letting you get away with shit like this is because I like you, you dense fucking cabbage.”

I was thinking kind of best friend au, but they both have feelings for eachother, BUT, they're both in denial about it. You can decide how the rest goes, thank you so muh in advance!! ~

yELLS thanks sweetheart 🥲 in love with my work whAT 🥹💕 thank you for being here with me! I love this request so here is your SAN-ario 😄 ps: look up the definition of mon petit chou I dare you

Mon Petit Chou- Best Friend!San x Gender Neutral!Reader

Word Count: 2282 | Best Friends to Lovers | Warnings: language, mention of drinking but no actual drinking lol, slightly suggestive?

You weren’t sure when the fuck this all started, just that you hated it with the burning passion of a thousand suns.

Your life had been peaceful, safe, mundane even, and so help you if you’d ever complained about it you were going to invent time travel just to go back and smack yourself one in the face for it.

Somehow, against all common sense, bro or whatever codes, and hope of joy you’d developed feelings for your best friend. The two of you had known each other for the past four years, meeting in your final year of high school at the dance of all places. Neither of you dated then, so you were there in a state others perceived as ‘alone’, each of you seeing it as with friends, with the while school, and leaping into the fray of energetic dancing. And that was how you ended up doing the cupid shuffle together and, for some reason, the old YMCA routine. You’d shook and jumped to Taylor Swift’s Shake it Off and the legendary Amor Fati by Kim Yeonja, all the simultaneously memed and beloved songs you could dream of. Some people assumed you were a couple and you two burst out laughing as you told them you’d literally just met. Like, you exchanged names after they said that.

San was easy to talk to, especially after seeing each other in sweaty teenage abandon first. He was no pressure, no butterflies- until now, for some forsaken reason, when your heart had decided to abandon all reason and beat like a mother when San pulled you into a hug or smiled that dimpled smile you’d looked at countless times- why was it special now?

Sure, you’d always acknowledged he was good-looking, but in the way people talked about celebrities outside their preferred gender- just acknowledgement, nothing deeper. But suddenly you found your brain rushing out from under you like a yanked rug, wondering what his lips would feel like against yours.

And dammit, you were dead-set on never finding out.

Making a move at that point would be platonic suicide, torpedoing the best friendship you’d ever had, and frankly you’d lost too many with age, time, distance, drama to do it again. And not with San. Even if it was like life’s Master Ball and you only got one forever friendship, it was going to be San. You’d already aimed and pitched, and no petty, new, frustrating as all get-out feelings were going to knock that off course.

If only San got the memo too.

Maybe it was simply a matter of increased awareness thanks to your nascent problem, but it was like he’d grabbed the knob full force and dialed all the charm and sweetness to eleven, sensing your pulse skyrocketing for a thousand tiny reasons you wanted to shoot down like clay pigeons.

It was chilly the other afternoon? Here, take his jacket. You forgot your sunglasses? Did you want his? What ring size were you? Here, compare to his- go on, just see if it fits. And by jove, you will never carry a single remotely heavy object again if Choi San can help it.

“Why do you always insist on doing nice things for me?” You groaned, head rolling to fix your best friend with a look.

“Because I enjoy it,” he replied simply, contentedly, the most plaintive of smiles on his face as he tilted his own head down for a brief respite on your shoulder.

Curse him and his adorable love of affection. “Well, ah, what can I do for you?” You spluttered, indignant at no one but yourself.

“It doesn’t have to be a transaction. I know you’ve had people around you make it seem like it is, but you don’t have to repay me. I know you’d help me if I needed it, too.”

Biting back a response about you surprisingly not actually needing him to carry your shopping bags, you just sighed and thanked him, shuffling along the mall tile with slightly less relish. He’d always been like this- selfless, kind, loving, and you’d always loved those things about him.

So when he sat you down at the food court, gingerly resting your bags on the shiny public-eatery metal seat adjacent to yours as he scooted yours back, what else could you do but smile and thank him? San asked you what you wanted for lunch, and you told him you didn't mind, to which he shot back that he didn't either. Then you told him to pick, and he told you to pick, and you both bickered playfully back and forth until you got tacos.

Ugh, just like an old married couple.

~

"Can't you just accept when people do nice things for you?"

"No," you crossed your arms in mostly-mock-obstinance, "no, I cannot."

"I swear, you'd make me pay you back if I bought you a candy bar," San rolled his eyes playfully, fixing you with a fond smile.

Because if you're always paying for me when we go out, you wanted to say, I can pretend it's a date. I can get it in my fat fucking head what it would be like to have you as my boyfriend and never get it back out.

"Money is designed to be exchanged for goods and services," you actually said.

"This isn't a service," he replied, putting an arm you didn't care was sticky with sweat around your shoulders, extending the water bottle toward your hand, "it's me caring about you."

Hot from exertion as you were, you instantly melted under the warmth of his half-embrace, accepting the water bottle. "And you know I appreciate it. I'm just not used to getting cared for."

"Then I'm not doing my job!" Your best friend exclaimed, eyes glinting. "I'm always going to be here to take care of you, so get used to it!"

"I think I started figuring that out when you brought three different blankets and a plushie the first time I watched a movie with you," you told him with a teasing smile.

San's smile fell almost into introspection, getting a bit more serious, which you didn't expect. "You joke, but I mean it, (y/n)."

Almost against your will, your head nodded solemnly, though your own smile couldn't fade, in fact it widened dumbly as a side effect of your hammering heart. "I hope so."

And then, as if he hadn't said something so infuriatingly sweet, San patted your shoulder, stood up from his squatted position, and took your water-bottle-free hand in his, pulling you up, too. You could have sworn he gave your hand a squeeze, but it was so brief, maybe you imagined it.

"Alright, so are we dancing or what?"

~

Sometimes you wished you guys drank more. That you could hit the edge of blackout and do something you'd barely remember, nor regret, and butt so hard against the line it finally broke and reformed in less questionable territory. That some alien substance in your veins could be blamed for anything dubbed unthinkable, and you'd have already rehearsed any laughter necessary if San wanted to make middle-school ew, gross jokes as if your lips transmitted cooties.

But San was a lightweight, and neither of you enjoyed that scene. The two of you were more the types to get coffee twice in a ay and laugh too hard at stupid things like the word guava on a caffeine buzz.

"We're fun enough even without alcohol," San often joked to you.

So the drama-flick drunk confession, intoxicated makeout, was out. Best not to duplicitously offer a drink in exchange for-

"(y/n)? I think it's all done," San's voice cut through your mental spiral.

You almost had to shake your head out of it, vision having faded to a zoned-out blur, obscuring even the shape of his wide, tank-topped shoulders as he had bent over your car.

Now he was at your side, wiping his hands on a cloth like some sort of professional mechanic, not just your best friend who insisted you didn't need to pay someone like that just for an oil filter and a change. A change which had cost him the dove grey of his garment, something you could hardly help asking why he'd wear such a light color of for that.

"San, your top, it's all stained!"

As he tossed the rag aside, he tilted his head down, bobbing it in recognition of the black smudge marks. "Well, at least it wasn't expensive."

"I think I know how to get it out if you want. You could always go get a new-"

Before you could even finish your sentence, he was stripping, yanking the top off from the bottom hem and leaning against the knob of your garage door. Despite the clear invitation to go inside and, you know, do exactly what you just said you were going to do, surprised crossed your (very warm) face, effectively sealing you to the concrete floor. The only process your brain could perform in that moment was trying to figure out if you had the world's best or worst luck.

"Oh, uh-" Trying not to stare, your eyes very pointedly searched San's face.

Your best friend frowned slightly, expression halfway to the innocence you were used to, and somehow that almost made it worse. "What?"

"Just," you hesitated as you accepted his now inside-out tank top, skin-warmed fabric heating your hands, too, which you glanced down at beneath San's intent gaze, "didn't expect you to be this comfortable is all."

San crossed his arms, face falling first in shock, then shaping up into almost dark amusement as a different, more incredulous smile rose to his sharp features. "Are you kidding me?"

Oh, no. You made it weird. This was it. Or maybe he just thought you were doubting his friendship, which he shouldn't. Everyone knew unironically doing the YMCA bonded people for life. Or sharing blankets. Or...ah, crap. Not now. "No, it's great, I'm really glad you trust me. I trust you, too, you know. Maybe I don't show that enough, but that's why you know so much about me, and I really appreciate you-" Your rant suddenly fell short as your eyes betrayed you, drifting down slightly and absolutely ramming your train of thought into a wreck. "You know, always being there for me and being so thoughtful and pretty much being my favorite person ever-"

“The only reason why I’m letting you get away with shit like this, with seeing me like this," he motioned over his, well, quite fit torso, "is because I like you, you dense fucking cabbage.” The moment the words left San, his face fell into his hand, out of frustration or embarrassment it was hard to say. Probably more the latter, knowing how sweet your best friend was. He didn't use strong language...well, almost ever.

Train wreck take two. Not a single word rose to your mind, only sensations, for a solid three seconds, during which all you could do was stand there wide-eyed, venture a step towards San, two steps. Finally you spoke, feeling like an idiotic teen sitcom character as your dumb response left your lips. "You like me?"

"Yes," San sighed, posture deflating a bit against the doorframe, "I'm sorry. Sorry for the language, and just...I hadn't really planned on how I was going to say it, but it definitely wasn't like that. You deserve way better than that. I just... sometimes I feel like you like me back, but then I wonder if you're pushing me away. And you have every right to do that, especially if I've messed up our friendship, I can just-"

You cut him off, harnessing the motion of his lips for greater purpose against yours. San responded instantly to the kiss, hands cupping your face and pulling it deeper into his like you were air and he'd spent his whole life underwater. Your arms wrapped around those broad, bare shoulders, hands resting at the back of his neck.

"Wait, you like me?" Ok, you felt better about how dumb you seemed, as those were San's first words out of the kiss.

"Yes, you, what was it? Ah, yes. 'Dense fucking cabbage'," you quoted back at him with a merciless grin, arms tightening their grip ever so slightly.

"Oh, no," he winced, "that's going to stick forever, isn't it?"

"Yep," you breathed, leaning in for another kiss, the feeling of San's lips a hundred percent better than you could ever have imagined, so much warmer and realer and this time sweeter, sliding against yours like he was coaxing it out of you.

This time, upon pulling away you gave the side of his face a light, playful slap, enjoying the touch of his sculpted features against your palm.

"You're stuck with me now, mon petit chou."

San shook his head at the return of your devious grin, and you reveled in the blend of utter bliss and what did I get myself into painting his face as his hands snaked around your waist, twirling you in a little impromptu dance and dipping you down.

He smiled lovingly this time, sending your beating heart melting and surprise turning to joy across your own face. "As long as you keep being you and you'll let me do nice things for you now- no, scratch that, spoil you."

Keep being you. Holy shit, what a balm for the soul.

Cocking a brow, you shot back, "You spoil me and I embarrass you? Hardly sounds fair."

"All's fair in love and war," San responded, eyelashes fluttering.

You most definitely forgot to wash his top after that.

[if-only-angels-could-prevail]

Hi! Long-time follower here ig lmao. I'm moving to Chicago next week, any recommendations for stuff (to do/eat/see/go, etc.)?

oh lol this is such a huge question! and it also depends which area you're moving to. ummmm if you like theatre, there's a TON, more than i can keep track of tbh. but if you want something cool and late-night, the neo-futurists is a very Chicago thing to do. i think the two most famous regional theatres in chicago are the goodman and steppenwolf. they both do great work, and they're a good starting point. also shout out to the court theatre, blank theatre company, theatre wit, trap door theatre, a red orchid theatre, and lyric opera. i've adored at least one show from each of these companies (and they all do VERY different work).

in my neighborhood (andersonville), check out the bookstores women and children first, and uncharted books. and if you like thrifting, check out brown elephant. (i'm also addicted to going to tuesday night piano karaoke at elixir in andersonville lol. if you end up going sometime, there's like a 50% chance i'll be there)

the chicago symphony is where i spend most of my evenings these days tbh (the promo code "student" will get you a ticket discount lol)

the art institute is just as good as you've heard. the MCA also rules.

some of my personal favorite live music venues are: SPACE in Evanston, Old Town School of Folk Music, city winery in the loop, and constellation. i like these venues because they have chairs and i'm tired of going to concerts where i'm constantly bumping into twinks with $12 white claws, but also because they program great music at relatively affordable prices.

if you like dancing/nightlife, i like sidetrack, queen on sunday nights at smartbar (amazing djs), a diy queer drag party called boots (they're on instagram), and berlin (berlin is where the cool queers go, and has arguably the best drag in chicago--keep in mind it does get a bit crowded and claustrophobic). (NVM, BERLIN WORKERS JUST ANNOUNCED THEY’RE ON STRIKE, SO DON’T GO THERE LOL). the drag competition on thursday nights at charlie's is also a fabulous time.

oh and if you like going to movies, you have to check out the gene siskel film center (the best programming in the city), the music box (the COOLEST movie theatre in the city), and facets. be sure to look into the series (serieses?) that these theatres program—they do a lot of fabulous screenings of older movies, and also some great film festivals. i also go to the alamo drafthouse a lot for convenience, even tho they piss me off. but they do sometimes have cool programming.

that's what i got off the top of my head!!! congrats on the move, i love chicago and i hope you do too!!!

[do-angels-dream-of-starry-seas]

Congrats on the win from a stucky shipper! I have actually never heard of your ship before this poll and am of course vexed by the results (because I do love my star crossed lovers who got fucked over by canon), but to honor your hard earned win I would like to read one fic about your ship to see what the fuzz is about. Can you or anyone recommend one or should I choose the one with the most kudos on ao3?

If anyone wants a recommendation the other way I think most stucky’s would choose Not easily conquered:

https://archiveofourown.org/series/115516

😲😲 thank you so much for the kind message! Also that fic does look good, so I'm thankful for it

At the end of the day, it's a silly shipping poll, and it illustrates how the current landscape is far better in queer rep than it was ten years ago

And ooooh, if you like canonically queer pirates who have seemingly opposite aesthetics but are both insane and want to break free from their confined roles, then you'll love gentlebeard and Our Flag Means Death as a whole. Perfect timing, since s2 is coming out Oct 5th.

And I know you said one, but I hope you don't mind a few. I'll specifically talk about gentlebeard, but I'll mention a couple general crew ones

Anyone else can reblog their own favorites or their own writing if they wish!

First off, my own :)

Dancing With A Partner (E) - nebulous post s2, so eventually not canon compliant. Stede and Ed's first time, a one-shot. I tried to capture what I picture will happen in the show, which led to this emotional lovemaking scene with hints of playfulness

Clowns To The Left of Me, Jokers To The Right (T) - some of Stede and Ed's crew gets stuck in a walk-in closet. More silly, and I tried to capture the side characters personalities. One-shot, post s2, eventual not canon-compliant

Now, a couple bookmarks of ones I saved (tried not to have em all be explicit, but yknow):

B is For Beach, V is For Vacation (T): nebulous post s2, one-shot, the captains and all crew are on a beach for a vacation. Slice of life, and hear you'll see all the main characters and they're personalities, so I recommend this if you want to understand the show before watching it.

Hold Me (T): one-shot, post s2, eventual not canon-compliant. Stede and Ed cuddling in bed and showing each other love, really summarizes their relationship.

Distant Worlds (T): canon divergent after ep 9 of s1. Multichapter and finished, Stede is trying to find Ed a partner, believing he's bored and wants to help him. Really funny, really interesting, an overall fantastic story.

In Favor With Their Stars (M): A finished multichapter AU, Ed is an engineer on a spaceship and falls in love with S.T.E.D.E., the ship's AI. If you want an AU that still captures the characters and their relationship, then you'll love this. Even I'm picky about AUs, but the writing is by far my favorite out of all of these choices.

[icouldhyperfixatehim]

BINGO ROUND UP

a GL & a disabled MC: pluto!! we got one gang!! i'm just so pleased that we're making some headway on GL being regularly scheduled as part of their production rotation as it should be <3 i will say that the plot of this one wouldn't be doing it for me if it weren't GL, and whacks of nicholas sparks a bit more than is usually my taste. BUT things change over production, and i'm more than willing to be surprised!! interesting that they're opting for another disabled lead specifically w/blindness. i'm still scared but hopeful about their engagement w disability generally, and i do think it's cool that they're not portioning out intersections to their own shows to be the ~ focal issues ~ . it bodes well i think, and i'm really buzzing to see namtan and film's dynamic.

big shock pairing to make me rub my hands together like a fly: my golden blood come collect your trophy!! also putting a dent on main role for fluke and speculative element series, this has me absolutely fucking roided with anticipation lmao. it looks bananas, and chancey, and like the people making it are determined to do so with fun and camp, which is my favourite way to see a project made. i love that as well as unbranded, fluke has managed to stay role flexible enough that he can slide into this fantasy damsel space, and i'm gagging to see it all. maybe he'll wear something white and billowing and dashed with blood, gmmtv seems to be in the spirit of granting wishes w this one.

there seemed to be some rivals to lovers edged stuff, but not in the flavours i wanted so i left it uncircled. also disappointed by the lack of girl violence...that friend vs friend/school gang series could have been fun if it'd been girls in ripped fishnets with bats but i digress.

2024 for 23.5 is not the series of numbers i wanted to write, and no final trailer. and also barely any milk!! she was only on stage the once and not for something i'm interested in, so i'm chalking that up to tragedy. but she looked fucking smashing today, so i'll just have to fold up her event portrait in a locket or smth

congrats to the enigma fans [weeps in midnight museum]

i'm frustrated by how much leaning is being done on remakes, even just because being tagged in so many people's bingo i see how many cool, original ideas there are out there, and it just makes me gag in corporate to see this laziness. i wanted to watch whatever the gemfourth offering was bc i liked them so much in moonlight chicken, but i'll probably be giving their kieta hatsukoi a miss. i've never seen ossan's love, and getting a last dance with mix was on my list so i'll probably give it a go but i'm still miffed about it

i got monkeys pawed on the fighting and stunts bc none of it (except the camp acrobatics of my golden blood) seems like my flavour. alas alack

and a campy comedic role for my girl jan in the other drama to hit my spec fic box!! just like UMG, peaceful property on sale (not 100% sure on the title) looks like exactly my bag. i'm indifferent to whether it's actually BL, but thrilled that tay will be there. i can't think of anyone better to play the guy that can see ghosts, given his huge irl superstitious dramatics and easy goosing. this show is going to be so fun, and i think i might have even spotted a similar ghost-makeup style to what they used in something in my room? i'm so looking forward to this one, and it's so rude of them to tease me with it in october of all times, and not give it to me immediately.

overall, hits, misses, dodgy singing. thanks to everyone who played bingo with me, you all have beautiful creative minds and i hope anyone who had a bingNO this time gets a better part 2 <33

[wickedsrest-rp]

Welcome to our weekly round-up! We do these every week to provide plot drops, highlight starters posted that week, and share other information about the setting. Anyone is welcome to use these bullet points in starters, plots, anons etc. Also let us know if you want us to include one of your setting-related plots in here for next week by sending us a bullet point!

What’s new in town?:

Something not quite right is in the air as the impact of the mining accident proves to be more far-reaching than anyone anticipated. Check out our ongoing plot of the week for ways to interact!

A recent hex a local coven placed on Sly Slice has led to the flour and other dough ingredients congealing into a large, doughy figure that seems intent on pulling anyone it comes across into the fold. Those who have come across it and escape claim it's a monstrous Pillsbury Doughboy cryptid.

Over the weekend, while the staff of Kraken's Playground was unloading a new Pacific Giant Octopus things turned violent and 6 staff members were killed. No one has seen the octopus since, but if anyone in the Harborside neighborhood sees it in or out of water, extreme caution has been advised.

To celebrate the change in seasons, the township has planted fields of beautiful flowers across the Common. Weirdly, no one knows what kind of flowers they are, and even the most knowledgeable of naturalists are coming up stumped while they flip through their field guides. Whatever the case, they're attracting some... interesting wildlife and pollinators. Also, we suggest NOT sticking your nose in them for a good sniff.

Starters:

Jasper is looking for folks to go see that weird new Pear movie with him.

So is Gussie, actually. You've got options!

Marcus doesn't like dancing inflatable men, I guess.

Teagan needs some sturdy handcuffs. Probably don't ask why.

Please stop flirting with Lukas, he's asking nicely.

The Columbus Theatre is hiring!

Happy Pride! When's the parade? Leila wants to know.

Please help Gael with his (friend's) glitter problem. Please.

Congrats to the gays, from Nora.

The Bread Cemetery is offering some Pride Month deals! Check it out!

Rhett doesn't like rain. Help a vagabond out.

Corpse themed desserts? Impressive women? Marina is struggling with technology, and we have questions.

Half-priced drinks at Tír na nÓg! Get 'em while you can!

Sofie needs some crab repellent. They're being threatening.

Can you vacuum up water? Inge isn't sure.

Kaden really needs to get off the couch, or at least make it comfier. Tips?

There's gonna be a drag show! Sign up with Benevolence!

Pride Month promo at Best Exotic Herbal Tea Shop! Get in there and get your gay tea!

If you see rainbow painted crabs wandering around, it was definitely Elias' fault.

[psych---ologically-deranged]

2x09 bounty hunters!

SF, CH, KK, AB, JRr, & DH, that is a lot of people. Six. I won't be able to keep track.

"half pounder" lol

SF "also a fantastic gardener"

(nice car)

"I'm Lindsay Sloan. Not the actress, the network" -Dule Hill 1987 /j

Baby shawn has shawnvision!

Jamocha almond fudge??? THAT'S THAT BLUE ICE CREAM? I would have thought it was fake.

Lol hair

Calls him shawn?

andy "subtle" berman

Why are they talking about hot cream shaves in the psych office circa 1925, what is going on in this commentary, but I haven't seen that deleted scene. The "great north" called & asked NOT to do it in the barbershop as was initially scripted, they asked for it to be .. in the psych office. full face of cream, matching stubble levels, can it be just a gilette, shawn sleeping gus shaving himself, what abt a quatro those are new right, can they be eating shaved ices?

Main requirement for casting: good hair

JRr: We'll just get a women's large

costume shop: bounty hunter costume

Already in s2 they are deconstructing hand to head & they've already abandoned the big song & dance ritual from channeling the cat channeling gus

That's just egg whites on the flat top. Never trust a skinny chef Me: there is no such thing as a canadian accent, we (excluding east coasters who sound very gaelic) sound just like typical americans (by which I mean not east-coast new york, & not southern cowboy)

*jumps on the car*

First & last time they use greenscreen for the car.

DH: He took all my money KK: You take all my money. Tim too. CH: Who is the better poker player lou diamond phillips or W earl brown? DH: wearl Brown JRr: He's a talker, it's part of his game

tinkerbell shawnvision

SF: I worked a jungle cruise boat at disneyland for eight years

SF: Once again, continuing the theme Me: that Henry wears purple? SF: that Henry calls at the worst time possible

go stunt actors

So hard to swim with shoes on

Nah KK is right abt the clothes

It's fun when they are commenting on what's onscreen but it's also fun when they are completely off topic but it's also fun when they stop talking to just watch the show for a bit

KK: Whenever an andy berman episode comes in, chris henze always emails him a picture of edward scissorhands just to know what's in store for this episode

CH: It's fun!

FRIENDLY INDIANS WAS PLAYING IN THE BIKER BAR?

AB: By the way, not every man who looks like a man in this bar is a man, & not everyone who looks like a woman in this bar is a woman Me: Yeah they're a bunch of rock music loving bikers at a bar at who knows what time of day Me: ...Trans rights

"Pisces"

*chooses the thumb to the the first in counting from one to three* *my hoh ass knows basic asl*

First experience in upside-down harnesses (btw how is shawn's shirt still up) "How was it?" "I have a new appreciation for scenes shot upside-down" KK: I remember Andy called in & said John wanted to film this whole scene upside down before they turned over

DH: But it aligns the spine nice

KK: That's all real sweat by the way

KK: That vest we got from the costume shop. James, you WEAR that vest AB I think: That guy was a woman. (The one with the vest I think? In that case, congrats on the gender)

I feel like shawn, as someone with a bike, could be able to make himself blend in.

Gus: Like that couple from open water DH: *doesn't get the reference*

I would have LOVED that shot of the car going by without the car going by

There would also have been a shot of the cops coming to henry bc they found his boat

Another purple shirt

The camp song in the end credits is great. ily andy cohen. SF: We want to broadcast it AC: *horrified*

"I <3 coins"

& look at his hair

*actually ate the steak*

Tancana's actor had a band. "He's too good a singer for this role" DH: You don't need to be a good singer to be in a band. Just look at the friendly indians SF: That's fine dule, but season three episode one: "I'm in a polka dot dress? What?"

"I wasn't even TRYING to get involved

*after touching a dead body*

the wink

whose idea was the wedding march?

SF: Between James & Andy & I there is an obsession with hair on this show that is unrivalled

the bounty hunter walk

KK: I love it when they're like "They should totally kiss they should totally kiss!" & Steve has got this grin on his face like "I'm gonna get them close" & Andy Berman just makes it so hilarious

They're all commenting on the kiss & the chemitry & how well it played onscreen & I love it

AB: If you listen closer you could hear me laugh off camera

samee "hmm" as psy vs psy

"She likes me" "I'm frustrated"

ML learned how to do this

TIKIHAMA

Lalalalala & then the view!

[in-my-feels-probably]

Hi lovely congrats on 1K you totally deaserve it 🥳🥳❤️❤️ Could I get option one from your celebration, please?

Fandom: Harry potter

Character: James Potter, romantically

I chose him because he's so cool for me, I mean he is extroverted, funny, kind and so loyal with his marauders friends, also he seems to be an easy-going person, very brave and with a huge heart <3

About me: physically I'm medium height, brown eyes, I have freckles on my cheeks, my hair is dark raven hair. I'm a shy person who prefer sending time with not too many people I mean the closest friends I have.

I love books so much specially the romantic ones my fave is pride & prejudice.

I enjoy listening to music rock and pop.

My fave tropes are enemies to lovers and au soulmates.

I love drawing and cooking in my spare time.

Thank you so so much lovely ❤️❤️

hi!

thank you for participating :)

while i don't think james is a reader, i think he'd really enjoy listening to you read to him. especially the romances. he's definitely a hopeless romantic, and really enjoys grand gestures and dramatic devotions of love. he's really love the classics, and would get so excited listening to the tales of love you read him, like pride and prejudice.

i think james enjoys music too. for some reason, i think he's a terrible dancer, but he still loves to dance. he's so confident, he literally doesn't care if its bad. if he's having fun, he'll do whatever he wants. his terrible dance moves would make you smile and laugh, which was well worth remus and sirius cracking jokes when they'd see his moves. not everyone got sirius's tedious lessons his mother made him take, so it would be borderline painful for him to watch james butcher dance moves. but you'd just smile and laugh, which would make james so happy.

i dont think james could cook to save his life, but he'd absolutely love that you could. he'd sit with you in the kitchen, keeping you company while you made something. food is definitely the way to his heart, and he'd get so excited when you made something.

there'd be days where you;d hang out with the group, and get a little overwhelmed. you loved your friends, they could just be a little bit much sometimes, and you'd be too shy to say that you were feeling off. but of course james would notice, and hed immediately take you off somehwere on his own, you'd protest, telling him that you didn't want to ruin his fun, but he'd tell you that's nonsense.

"i wanted to leave. really, i did," he'd say when you gave him an unsure look as he led you off somewhere.

"james--"

"i'm serious," he'd smile, taking your hand. "i've been thinking about that book of yours. i want to know how it ends. have you finished it yet?"

you'd shake your head, squeezing his hand. "no, actually. i've got a few chapters left."

he'd grin, pulling you in the direction of your dorms. "well that settles it, then."

"what?"

"you're going to read it to me, darling," he'd say, getting excited. "i want to know how it ends. i'm rooting for them. they're going to end up together, i'm telling you."

you'd just smile at his excitement, letting him lead you.

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so sorry for the wait! i hope you enjoyed this :)

[writingforatwistedworld]

Hi ! Glad to see your asks open (not for long methinks lolol) Could I ask how would Leona/Jamil/Vil react to a player that is the definition of a Disney princess ? Animals flocks to them, they sing and dance, they're sickeningly sweet, pure and naive, and to top it off they're Neige level of beautiful and charming. The whole Disney protagonist™ package, of which everyone know that they should be in RSA.

Self-aware au

I do not take any responsibility for you reading this no matter which age group you are from!

WARNINGS: Yandere themes, kidnapping, imprisonment, violence, murder, blood, obsession, poison, death

Leona Kingscholar/Jamil Viper/Vil Schoenheit-Player is the definition of a Disney princess

Someone hand hm some sunglasses. He might go bling from how bright you shine

Haha funny joke- No! This is no joke!

He just can't deal with all that purity and fairness thingy surrounding you

Leona already sees people as a pain so imagine him having to interact with someone like, idk, Aurora

But you aren't just some polished mindless pretty face that fell out of the sky one day

Oh no, you are an otherworldly being that is known across the world and also viewed differently depending on where you look at

And you are perfection themselves in the Shaftlands so... mum ok makes sense

And it's no wonder you see everyone equally with how naive and kind you are

Laziness incarnate over here is actually afraid of getting close to you

Like, you are everything and more than they had ever been taught all their life, with all the sparkles and rainbows surrounding you, and he is just the (metaphorical) fleabag of the oh so honorable Kingscholar family

Is that cat sitting on your lap mocking him right now??!

But imagine, you, our charming little cookie, approaching him out of the blue

And congrats, you made him speechless (which is an achivement in itself if we are being honest)

And since I am a yandere blog, he of course will despise it if someone would dare to interfere in the time you spend together or, oh goodness no, come close to you

You naive, way too trusting little thing! Of course people will come close and take advantage of you!

But maybe that mark on your wrist will tell them to whom belong, him having gripped it once too tightly whilst telling you that he is the only one you can trust

Someone pls get him sunglasses Pt.2

But besides him also being exactly as baffeled as Leona he is also low-key in truth very afraid of you

He already has a naive prince to look after but for some reason he wasn't as annoyed as he should be when he saw your sparkling eyes for the first time

He should have lost all belief in you back then

You? An almighty scholar??! Nah!

But then you reveal to them that you know historical facts about the great seven lost in time so... mum that belief is back so fast it was never really gone

But he is still reluctant

What if you are in truth cunning and are just waiting for the right time to backstab him?

And before he knew it you were giggeling whilst braiding flowers into his hair

Him? Ever disgusting you??! Pfff Author! You are funny!!!

And this is where all the darker things start

Oh no! Don't talk to them! See? Those flowers they just gave you are in truth poisonous! (They are not but you don't need to know that)

Want to go out for some fresh air? Why not go on a walk in the desert? Only with him. With him. And with him. Oh, did he mention himself?

And he is so sweet and kind as well! Always bringing you delicious snacks which make you so... drowsy... and... ti... red...

Don't worry about anyone never visiting you and waking up in a unfamiliar place. He will take good care of you!

Usually he is the breathtaking one but whops, seems like he is this time the one who's breath got stolen away

You are perfect! The stories are true! You are perfection in person!

Oh what joyful day! Finally he is being able to bask in your light!

Was this how the fairest Queen felt when she was within your presence?

But those rotten, ugly, disgusting potatoes just are always so close to his dearest apple!

And then there is also Neige who for some annoying reason just turned up at his rival school

Seems like it's time to test his potion-making skills once more

Certain poisons and most of all love potions are very complex and complicated after all

A day later and you have never felt so happy like right now right at Vils side

And he is so caring too!

Every day, exactly right before eating dinner he is handing you a bright red apple, telling you that it is infused with a potion which is there to keep you healthy and happy

Someone just spat out blood after eating an identical one? Oh dear... that one wasn't from him! *cough*

But some potatoes never learn, even after their fellow students fall ill from poison after interacting with you

Seems like only the most perfect people are capable of being close to you or how could you explain Schoenheit standing right next to you?

So here he is his room a mess, his usually well-polished mirror shattered to pieces... and you in the dorframe, worried after hearing sounds from his room

“Oh my dear apple! I am so sorry for letting you see me this way. How neglectful of me. But I had been experimenting lately, creating an apple that will keep you young and healthy forever! You wouldn't say no to a gift of mine, would you?”

These were the last words before you tasted something acidic mixed into the sweetness of the apple, falling into an neverending slumber

dear, you are too naive and kindhearted! But don't you worry, now that you are asleep forever, preserved in this glass coffin, nothing could ever harm you or, goodness forbid, take you away from him!

But he has to admit, he misses your voice and watching how your chest rises and falls in a slow rhythm isn't exactly what you would call being social...

[sjhanny2000]

Okay so dancing under the stars had me weeping! And after i read all your other beautiful Uzui x wives x reader fics even more.

I know it might me a bit weird but i want that broken tengen to have some sort of comfort. So i wondered; what if the reader left him something? That something being a child? Like a little girl with uzui‘s hair an eyes but looks like her mom? Maybe Tengen didn‘t know she was pregnant until on of his servants brings the baby to him? ;A; i bet tengen would be a great dad and don’t get me started on Hina, Suma and Makio! They are fairy moms!

Sorry had to let it out.

Aww Anon! I didn't even think of this possible AU idea but it's phenomenal! Let's talk about it:

So the wives and Tengen haven't seen you in a while, right? It's definitely implied in TDoFL that they're constantly away on missions.

Now reader is definitely a more timid, wallflower kind of person, at least in my interpretations; you wouldn't want to worry your spouses who are already stressed out.

So, when you find yourself three months after their last time being home and your monthly bleed hasn't happened since then? Ladies and gentlemen we might have a problem.

You go to a local doctor instead of Shinobu because you KNOW she'll tell Tengen of the news if they happen to cross paths.

But CONGRATS! You're three months pregnant and terrified of your spouses reactions.

So terrified in fact that you swear the whole staff to secrecy and you come up with excuses not to see visitors as your stomach begins to fill out with pregnancy

Your spouses check in through letters and you never tell them, choosing to omit the fact that you're pregnant with Tengen's child

But anyway, time passes and your due date approaches; your child, however, decides to come a week early.

It's up for you to decide whether it's a boy or a girl! Either way, the baby may have Tengen's hair and eyes but they look exactly like you!

Now you may be asking were does this possibly fit in the timeline?

I'd say you had the baby just a month before TDoFL AU, so you leave behind your month old child when you die

Tengen and the wives, distraught and righteously broken, return home and are blindsided when Nao-san reveals the little secret you've been hiding

They are shocked, I mean they just lost you and suddenly you had a baby that's a perfect mixture of you and Tengen?

Because of your death, your spouses are extremely protective of your baby and their grieving period shortens greatly.

Now it is almost Canon that they would be great parents and I stan that whole heartedly

When they retire after Red District Arc, which Tengen is not as focused on dying but surviving because they have a child that needs them, all their attention and resources go into raising your child.

There would probably be some struggles with raising the baby, mainly because they look so much like you. At the start, they often cry or mourn whenever they see that smile that once was yours on the child's face.

However, they eventually get passed that and instead tell your child all about the amazing person you were. While it may hurt, they deserve to know!

They wonder if they're doing you justice in how they're raising Baby Uzui but encouragements from friends and family leave these second guesses in the dust.

Altogether, your kid is loved and well taken care of by your sweet spouses so you won't be rolling around in your grave

Now you got me ranting Anon! 🤣 Hope this brightens people's days!