#it was a school doodle so that’s why the blood is blue

[tatania-blibby1]

Here is that lore I was talking bout in the last post, its vague but if you can figure it out ILL BE SO HAPPY 👏😋

Blibby! has some too, just trying figure out the best way to present it ig

[blues-sues]

It had been a year.

Though part of her suspected it had been longer. It felt like an eternity.

Sometimes she felt like the only peace she could truly find anymore were these night walks with her son.

He'd been born a few months before it happened. Yet he didn't understand a thing, of course. He was merely a child.

One who tugged now on her wrist, with a distressed whine as he looks over his shoulder, brows furrowed.

"Stain? What's wrong?" She turns her head to look down at him in concern. She knew her son was extremely prone to having sudden rushes of anxiety. She'd hoped the soothe bell around his neck would improve it, but it had only lessened a small amount.

"Scarf!" Once the word escaped him, Pigment had never turned as fast. Looking back on it, she's not sure why. Perhaps part of her hoped her father remained out there. But she knew the answer all too well.

It had been a year.

Fate was a despicable thing, taking her father. She'd thought maybe she'd stop having hope that he'd come back. She knew he was gone. And she knew she wouldn't see anything as she turned around.

"Stain, there's nothing there. You needn't worry." She tries to comfort him but the young Mewtwo doesn't take his eyes off the tree. Her frown depends.

She gives his hand a gentle squeeze, but he still doesn't avert his gaze, instead beginning to wave one of his arms, his legs beginning to bounce as he rocked on his feet. "There! There!" He squeaked out, scrambling to hide behind her hip. Pigment breathes out.

"I'll check, okay? Just to be sure." She offers. Stain looks up at her, his eyes wide before his chin lowers in the tiny symbol of a nod. Releasing his hand lightly, she glides herself closer to the tree, peering her head around it.

"I told you, nothing's there."

And nothing was. She wasn't sure why he'd been so panicked. He's rather skittish, but still, not enough to be startled by well..air. She decides to come to the conclusion that perhaps he saw some sort of other 'mon on its night route.

"Ma! Saw Scarf!" He's waving both hands now, his fur spiked as he looks around with nervous glances. A strange detail to keep bringing up. Her heart sinks as her own mind recalls a scarf, her hand drifting up to clasp at the bandana over her shoulders.

A swift shake of her head as she leans down and lifts Stain into her arms, tucking his head against her chest.

"It's alright. I'll protect you."

And so, a hum emerges from her. A tune that once it reaches Stain, it causes his eyelids to flutter downwards, a tiny yawn escaping him as his trembling slowly starts to cease.

Perhaps she should've checked behind the tree twice.

A shadow looms there now, his eyes narrowed as his fingers grip the fabric he wears. The blue was now much darker. His fingers now claws.

He'd changed after death, he'd noticed. So had the world, it appeared. After all, it had been a year.

How foolish of he to think it could all stay the same.

_______

End.

Woop that was a long one. I came up with this during school.

I'd had the general idea for a while after seeing some of Tc's asks about what if Scarfy died and decided to do a little something.

My backgrounds aren't top tier but the flowers in the front are Forget-me-nots.

For clarification: this isn't supposed to be bashing on these characters for not recovering in a year after Scarfy's death. It's meant to show that grief lasts a long time. And sometimes it takes time to completely settle. Pigment is still sort of coming to terms with it, part of her struggling to believe he's truly gone.

These characters belong to @xxtc-96xx !!

Also, in this, I made the choice that after a Pokemon dies, they become y'know a ghost. Or in Scarfy's case, a ghost fusion. He became a Haunter fusion since Pig technically has Gengar blood and I'm pretty sure Stains would-be fusion is a Gastly.

I might do more doodles and such about this, but here's the first! I genuinely really like this idea and may or may not have gotten some inspiration from Ghosting by Mother Mother.

[coirinthyurilo]

PERCABETH CHILD HC.

Name - Dylan Jackson. (Dylan - of Welsh origin, meaning "great tide" or "great flow.")

Birthdate - March 26. (Born around the start of summer.)

Age - 15 1\2 years old. (As well.)

He looks like a mix of Annabeth's blonde hair, and has Percy's green eyes. (Very lanky like his dad back when he was younger.)

An introvert. Nothing else, really really likes sharks. (Loves Shark boy and Lavagirl, both were his crushes at the same time.)

HE IS BI 💜💙💗‼️

Met Antonio when he was was around five. (Were childhood best friends. And went to Camp Half-Blood together.)

Goes to the same school as him. (Begged his parents.)

Has his mother's intelligence and his father's strength. (The most strongest combo to ever exist. Oh my gosh.)

Does not like to be seen as "The son of Percy Jackson." He wants to be his own person.

Has a great relationship with both of his parents. (I KNOW, YOU KNOW, THAT I KNOW, THAT PERCABETH WILL BE GREAT PARENTS‼️)

Likes a Di Angelo. (Both Percy and Nico flipped hearing that.) And came out as Bi!

Loves legos‼️:33 (Has a bunch of Lego collections, mostly are sharks.)

His fashion taste is - "Whatever is in the closet. We go with it."

Slowly developed feelings for Antonio after they turned thirteen. (By that time, Antonio was already crushing on him hard.)

Loves blue food. (IT'S TRADITION.)

Is very nerdy\geeky when it comes to sharks. (Has his entire room shark-themed and has kept it ever since he was seven, his parents kept persuading him to change it, but to no avail.)

Has the most questionable hair situations. One day he has the most beautiful hair. Then next week it looks like an abomination. (It still rocks him.)

He has very attractive genes. (Duh.)

Very incredibly sassy, and it normally pisses Antonio a lot.

Has made friendship bracelets with Antonio. (In CHB. It's like the CHB necklaces, but instead of necklaces it's more of a bracelet.)

His powers are OP. (But to nerf it just a bit, so that he doesn't take over the world. Is that he gets really tired easily. Unless he has a healer right next to him, bro would go INSANE. we all know who the healer is though.)

Can communicate with sirens, and would definitely love to talk with sharks. (They're his besties.) He's part sea nymph. (It runs in the GENES.) He can and will hypnotize you.

Very fucking loyal. (Will not leave you, best friend you'll ever have.)

Has the most questionable music taste. (Extremely random, I don't know why.)

Has an okay relationship with his grandpapi Poseidon. (He can pop by in his realm anytime he wants and no one would bat an eye, but he doesn't really like to speak with him face-to-face. For some reason? I don't know.)

Great with a violin. (Got included into a band or smth.)

Has a bunch of doodles of sharks in his notebooks mostly.

[sugutoad]

Matchup Trade for @fourtyfourcatss

↳ Thank you for doing Matchups at Sugutoad

↳ He was so close to her touch yet so far away to grasp, the tips of her finger merely grazing his hand. He looked back at her, eyes akin to the beauty of the night sky  sparking and a smile stretched on his lips. “You can do this, Quasar!”

*˚:✧｡ Surprise? I mean it was fairly obvious from your previous matchup with him. When Yuuta first caught sight of Quasar, it was during a crucial mission that Gojo had ordered her. She was ordered to capture a ‘curse’ that had been killing in a high school. As she entered the scene, her eyes fell upon a trembling young boy huddled in a corner, Quasar’s heart nearly lept out of her chest when seeing the massacre of the students. Blood had been splattered on the desk, the floor… everything. She swallowed in her fear, this was her first mission and she could do this. She had to do this. But the boy couldn’t have done it, right? He looked so scared, so weak and couldn’t have been much older than Quasar. “Hello, Yuuta.” That was his name, or atleast what Gojo had told her. Slowly taking a few steps toward him, while maintaining a logical and safe distance, he told her to stop. “Please. Please don’t come closer. I don’t want her to hurt you too” he whispered, tears in the corner of his eyes. Something within her made Quasar listen to his plea, recognizing the truth that lay before her - there existed a curse that had unleashed this terror. She interrogated Yuuta for a bit, just some harmless questions. He answered so quickly in fear that she couldn’t help but feel bad for him. Before she left the room to call Gojo, she turned to look at him. Blue and brown meet - a pretty sight. “I’m Quasar Xing, pleasure to meet you.” 

*˚:✧｡ Sitting in her chair between Panda and Maki, she grew bored of Gojo's sudden excitement and his ramblings about a new student. It wasn't as if they were incapable of impressing Quasar; very few things ever truly captivated her. She soon found herself doodling in her spare notebook and frequently whispering to her best friend, Maki Zenin. The door began to open slowly, grabbing her attention with the creaking noise of the wooden frame. The room fell silent as a boy entered. Maki tightly gripped her staff, Toge lowered his scarf and Panda stood up to fight. Initially, Quasar was going to grab her weapon, but when she saw Yuuta, she smiled instead. That smile quickly faded when a curse appeared behind him. According to Gojo, Yuuta was supposed to be dead. Why was he here? Quasar found herself wrapping bandages on her friend's face, who had decided to attack Rika. Gojo explained the current situation. If she was being honest with herself, upon hearing that news, she felt relieved and happy for her new friend.

*˚:✧｡ A few weeks later, Quasar and Yuuta were assigned a mission. An elementary school had been under attack for a while and it was their job to fix it. Everything went smoothly until they were swallowed by curse. Quasar ended up fainting and breaking her ankle. On the other hand, Yuuta had accidentally unleashed Rika in order to save Quasar and the two other kids they had found in the stomach of the curse. He was now determined to train so he could protect others. The mission certainly made Quasar and Yuuta’s friendship closer, she even convinced Maki, the weapons expert in their group, to train Yuuta. Months flew by in a blur and feelings started developing. The pair were often found reading underneath a tree, wearing the same earplug while listening to a song, whispering about something in their own little world or going on small walks. Months passed quickly, and their relationship grew stronger. They were often seen together, reading under a tree, sharing an earplug while listening to music, laughing, or taking short walks. Quasar would wake up early to train with Yuuta, which often led to playful tickling and unintentional flirting. She couldn't pinpoint when exactly she fell for him, whether it was when he saved her from the curse,, when she found out that he read her favourite books so they could take more or the way he would hold her hand, rubbing his thumbs across her knuckles whenever she was in frustration? Whatever it had been, Quasar’s friends quickly noticed it. At first they decided to not do anything about it but just tease her about it. Well, maybe a tiny shove wouldn't be so bad, because Quasar would never make a move and Yuuta was too oblivious to realise he basically already had a crush on her.

*˚:✧｡ The day was incredibly memorable, and Quasar knew she would never be able to forget it. It had been a month since the death of Suguru Geto, the man Gojo declared as his one and only. The day started off quite ordinary, with Quasar waking up and preparing for school. She was sitting with Yuuta on the bench after his lessons which he insisted on still taking despite being a master at swords. Maki, Toge, and Panda had mysteriously vanished, despite being there just moments before. Quasar looked at Yuuta and a voice inside her head urged her to confess her feelings. However, before she could speak, he abruptly said three words that would change everything. "I love you."  Just like the day she had met him, her heart was about to leap from her chest but this time for a different reason. It wasn’t even ‘I like you’ but ‘I love you’. And from that day, the two of them were inseparable.

*˚:✧｡ Their relationship went smoothly. Going on dates after school to see the movies and cuddling at night time. But the Jujutsu world is cruel to all, Quasar and Yuuta were no exception. The news had hit her hard, as if someone had punched her in the stomach. He was leaving. Yuuta was leaving her. Being assigned a mission in Africa, the two were heartbroken the day he left. They did continue their relationship but it didn’t feel the same anymore. She missed the way his fingers would tangle up in her head and his soft kisses. He always made sure to call everyday. Whether it was during the day or during night. Gojo had even let Quasar visit Africa for a month so she could see Yuuta. She clung tightly on him when they saw one another again. “Hello, Yuuta.”

Runner Up: Nanami Kento and Megumi Fushiguro 

↳ The Xing Clan. The personification of karma and justice. Holders of the powerful ability known as ‘karmanic balances’. Behold the power of karmic balance, a force that intertwines the threads of destiny, ensuring fairness and justice prevail in every act and deed. I got this power for you based on your logic and how people come to seek help from you. Karma is also something that is always taken seriously, just like you. I also took other factories of your personality and likes to make this power up. 

*˚:✧｡ This clan possesses a unique power that allows them to perceive the karmic energy surrounding individuals and deliver appropriate consequences based on their actions. Guided by a strong sense of justice, they weigh the deeds of the wicked and the pure of heart on the scales of balance. With the power of "Karmic Balance," Quasar quickly rose ranks in the Jujutsu World with her abilities. She has the power to sense the karmic energy surrounding individuals, allowing them to determine the balance between good and evil within a person's actions. Based on their judgement, Quasar could then unleash a variety of penalties on those who have committed crimes or disrupted the balance. These penalties could range from physical manifestations of their negative actions to causing intense guilt or remorse. In the midst of a battle, let’s presume she gets punched in the gut. Using her ability, she could make the person who had given her the punch, an equal amount of pain coursing in their body that she received. That way it puts them on a balance. This power requires you to have a partner of some sort. So when she gets hurt immensely and puts the opponent through the same pain, while the opponent is distracted her partner can attack and defeat the opponent. This power, along with her athletic abilities, made her a Grade 2 sorcerer, alongside Megumi and Ino.

*˚:✧｡ Domain Expansion: The Xing Clan’s Domain Expansion is called "Karmic Citadel." When activated, the surroundings transform into a grand citadel, adorned with intricate scales and symbols representing balance and justice. Within this domain, the Karmic Citadel, the powers of the clan are amplified, and their ability to perceive and manipulate karmic energy reaches its peak. They can enforce the consequences of actions more effectively, ensuring that justice is served and the scales of balance are upheld. Within this domain, they have the ability to manipulate the very fabric of karma itself. They can create powerful barriers that reflect negative energy back onto those who try to harm them, ensuring that the consequences of their actions are immediately felt. They can also summon ethereal scales that can weigh the karmic balance of individuals, instantly revealing their true nature. Furthermore, they can channel the energy of balance and justice into devastating attacks, unleashing waves of karmic force.

↳ Scythe. Behold, the scythe, a tool of fate's design, a reaper's touch, severing life's fragile twine.

*˚:✧｡ Quasar wields her weapon with precision and agility, utilising its long reach and curved blade to strike her opponents from a distance. With its long, curved blade, a scythe can deliver powerful slashing strikes, capable of cutting through opponents or deflecting incoming attacks. She performs swift and calculated movements, using the scythe to disarm and incapacitate her foes. I can’t really take a hold of how this weapon was chosen for you. I just thought of your lanky build alongside your active nature and other factors and it just hit me?A scythe can be used in battle in a few different ways! It's not a traditional weapon, but in some fictional stories or historical contexts, it can be depicted as a formidable tool in the hands of skilled fighters. Here are a couple of ways it could be used:

↳ What do you think of Quasar Xing?

 *˚:✧｡ Maki Zenin - “We became close friends quickly. She is my best friend. First met her when we were younger. The Xing and Zenin clan were having some sort of affair with their appointed heirs. Megumi and her older sibling. Quasar and I were just there, our relatives were far more important in the eyes of the Jujutsu World. We just… sorta bonded over that. We are always together, two peas in a pod. I think we are quite a team.”

*˚:✧｡ Toge Inumaki - “Salmon. Tuna mayo bonito flakes rice salmon. (I can always go to her for problems. She understands me and put a lot of effort into learning how to speak with me since she didn’t want me to be lonely.)

*˚:✧｡ Panda the Panda - “She knows how to take a fight! Really funny person too. I was the first person to know about her crush on Yuuta. She gives the best hugs!”

*˚:✧｡ Satoru Gojo - “ She is strong. Not as strong as me but then again, I’m amazing. But the girl truly has potential but I think she gets a bit annoyed with me. But that doesn’t count, she never gets impressed with anything! She reminds me a lot of Shoko and Suguru when we were younger, before anything went wrong. I want to keep her safe, not let her turn into Suguru.”

*˚:✧｡ Yuji Itadori - “ Quasar - Senpai is amazing! She has really cool powers and is really nice to me. Gojo Sensei and Megumi seem to appreciate her too, so she must be even more amazing then I think.”

*˚:✧｡ Megumi Fushiguro - “Used to like her when we were younger… don’t tell her that or I’ll feed you to my dogs. But she is really amazing and helps me with all my problems. When my dad died and Tsumki became sick, Quasar used to visit me all the time and bring me a treat. I tell her all my problems and I feel like I can just hang out with her without the need to say anything. It's true.

*˚:✧｡ Nobara Kugisaki - “Huh? Don’t know much about her. Maki-San respects her so I guess I respect her too.”

*˚:✧｡ Yuuta Okkotsu - “ The first person to ever accept me. She was always there for me in each struggle of my life. She started as a friend and then I just fell in love. I used to be scared since didn’t like me but she did. She was the reason I wanted to be stronger. So I could protect her the next time she is in trouble.”

[askamnesiamoonjumper]

edit: HEY EVERYONE LOOKING AT THIS POST GO READ AAU FIC RIGHT NOW BC IM TIRED OF THIS POST BEING IN MY NOTIFS 24/7💥💥💥💥

Ok sorry about that now back to your regularly scheduled program: A!au toh au when??

Yeah hi I was bored n thinking about this idea and also wanted to do a style study for toh, (ignore that I had to use bases for the bodies I couldn’t draw them😭 my lines where too shaky I’m not the best at tracing stuff so I cheated a tiny bit) I had originally thought of this idea ages ago in a doodle where they all went to hexide and it was more a high school au if anything but now that the show is further along I thought of a more fleshed out idea for this hypothetical au!

Technically this could count as just a regular Ahit toh au BUT I based it off of ideas and hcs in aau so yeah I’m sticking with that

Also the characters aren’t one to one with toh characters it’s more just a “how would these characters and their story translate over to toh universe” thing but most characters can be tied to a toh character as being based on/in the role of if that makes sense like I said it’s a bit of a mixing pot with the characters

Uh yeah info about the basic idea for the characters/story:

The whole story with prince and Vanessa instead of prince getting locked in a cellar to die van curses him instead, but somehow idk how yet he ends up turning the tables and splitting the curse with her. I like the idea that prince is from his respective time period as Ahit and falls through a time pool so we get the same concept of this guy is old and from a long time ago just with skipping over the death ghost part so yeah he gets sent to present Snatcher is basically the eda character he has the curse and takes elixir (which I hc is blue bc haha Ahit reference)

If it’s not obvious from her design Vanessa is the belos of this au lol Probably instead of the emperors coven it’s something like the Queen’s court? I think it’s got a neat ring? Anyway yeah uh not much to say about her she’s basically the same lol, also I like the idea she uses illusions to hide her appearance and also to manipulate mj and the citizens 👀

mj is basically a combo of s2 Lilith and Hunter! He’s a grimwalker made by Vanessa to replace prince basically he’s made to be her perfect fairy tale Prince Charming that loves her and would never ever betray her <oblivious But yeah same idea as Hunter of being made as a clone of someone else BUT they’ve got a more similar role to Lilith in which they end up befriending the main cast and living with them Also included their “golden gaurd” design not sure what to call it? Moon prince? Moon something idk lol you guys might could help with that but yeah that’s the fit they got when with van also we got blood Amy too in which Vanessa gives her curse to mj after finding his palismen (she eats them belos style ofc lol) speaking of I still need to draw the palismen but I have some cool ideas!

Dels idk what to say besides uh she lives with snatcher n we still got the qpr going ofc lol sorry I don’t got much on her 💔 though I DID consider making her a star child to go with the twilight god thing but I also considered making eclipse a star child because the design is similar plus gives an excuse for him to be here without the fusion plus I think Vanessa using eclipse sounds cool it makes sense he’s prince in canon so like ofc she’s drawn to him but yeah still thinking about that

Time twins are our luz stand in, hc timmys jacket is snatchers like luzs jacket is eras bc I think it’s cute lol dont question why he has it idk I didn’t have the time pool idea at the time and bow is kinda like the willow/gus of the group and mu is the amity? Mu being a bully at first until joining the friend group n stuff and bow being the sweet straight man to the rests antics

Drawing time twins with round ears was cursed Anyway mu is a hybrid still, She’s half witch half eberwolf species! Cooking cat and Sam get to be her bio parents here instead of adopted so that’s cool

Shapes is the Vee stand in and omg they where really fun to design

I like the idea of the changelings/council being titan trappers? Considering they’re a cult? I think it sounds cool so maybe like shapes sneaks in with a disguise or like the trappers take them in or the trappers are basilisk in this universe? Idk considering no one in the cast is a titan it wouldnt really make sense so like maybe they are basilisk or basilisk hunters? Still chewing on the council lol sorry

Sorry I’ve been putting it off BUT curses!: basically same logic as canon they go by eda and belos logic respectively so van is a creepy skeleton cryptid ass monster and snatcher is a animal beast! BUT he’s not a bird like eda or Lilith ,and also not a snake though that would fit in being a more obvious choice, he’s ACTUALLY a ferret! Mostly bc I thought it was funny but it stuck lol they are furry and noodly so it works, plus I’m a sucker for the monster has innocent name but is actually terrifying trope lol, also idk about blood moon? They get cursed yeah but I don’t think they get transformed into anything mostly bc I have no ideas for them lol plus it’s more focused on the illusion hypnosis whatever abd not the curse itself

Anyway on to covens/magic specialties! The kids are obvious because they have the uniforms lol but I’ll still list them anyway: Time twins: Oracle/illusion Bow: beast keeping Mu: constructed Prince: Oracle/bard Snatcher: Oracle/potion Delilah: plant/healing Mj: bard Vanessa: illusion Shapes: abomination

But yeah that’s kinda it lol I do plan to add more doodles or ideas later but yeah hoo boy these took forever but it was a fun style challenge plus fun to design everyone!

Sorry if these notes are kinda all over the place oof I didn’t bother to double check them so sorry if it sounded rambley

[i-used-to-wear-the-fedora]

Steddie Mating Run AU, Memories of You

Eddie remembered the day he presented vividly. It was his junior year of high school, and he sat near the back of his second period science class. Mrs. Waters was droning on and on about the mitochondria while he doodled in his notebook, only half paying attention. He was a late bloomer. People usually presented in their middle school years, but the teen never showed any signs of the big life change. Eddie was more than happy to stay like this. He was already a freak. Why did he have to worry about the societal norms associated with secondary genders?

It seemed his body took exception to that thought as Eddie felt his body suddenly...shift. Dropping his pencil and falling back slightly, Eddie struggled to keep his body upright. A sudden pang traveled through his body and hit him in the gut. Hard. Hard enough to knock the wind out of him as his legs trembled. A dawning horror came over him as everything around him suddenly began to smell stronger. He was presenting in the middle of a fucking science class. The goth didn't bother to raise his hand and ask. Instead, he ran past the confused teacher, down the hall, and to the nearest bathroom where he ducked into the first stall and slammed the door shut behind him

"No, no, no, no, no." He cursed quietly as his senses began to overwhelm him. The buzzing of the florescents above him, the smell of the urine on the floor, his jeans-fuck, why were his jeans suddenly way too tight? Eddie was frantic to get his pants off, practically tearing them off his body with a pained yowl. Looking down at his boxers, Eddie froze when he saw the blood. His brain was muddled by the blurred senses, but it understood what all of this meant. He was an omega. A male omega. A freak among freaks. And he was in the middle of a hormone addled high school full of knot headed assholes who would be more than happy to take advantage of anyone in his situation.

Eddie couldn't stop himself as he fell to the floor, ignoring the way it made his body flare up in pain. Eddie brought his knees up to his chest and buried his face in his legs as he began to sob loudly. This was it. His life at the school, in this town, was completely over.

"Hey, are you okay in there?"

Eddie jumped at the knock on his stall door. His head turned to see a pair of white and blue Nikes facing him through the crack of the stall.

"Wh-what do you think?" Eddie snapped through hiccups. His head was on fire now, just like the rest of his body. He could smell himself now, the odor tinged with the pain he was currently going through. "Ow...." The goth hissed as he clutched his turning stomach.

"What happened? Did you get hurt or-" Nikes approached him but stopped less than a foot away, probably overwhelmed by the newly presented Omega's scent. "Oh, wow."

"Yeah." Eddie wiped his runny nose with the sleeve of his leather jacket. "Some time to fucking present, huh? In the middle of this shit hole school...fuck it hurts." He whimpered out. Watching as Nikes feet moved before a shuffling sound could be heard. Despite everything, Eddie was still on his guard. Ready to run if the other boy tried anything. Instead, Nikes hand came into sight with a small white bottle labeled heat suppressants. "Wha?"

"This is your first time, right? Take two every hour. It'll help get rid of the pain." Eddie hesitated for a moment, but another strong pang hitting him in the gut made up his mind for him. Snatching the bottle out of Nikes hands and dry swallowing two of the pills, no problem. For once, he was happy he forgot to eat breakfast so the pulls could work faster.

"Thanks." Eddie grunted out as he struggled to focus on breathing through the pain. Sniffing the air a couple of times where he was greeted by the scent of freshly mowed grass. "You... you don't smell like an omega."

"Oh, I'm not." Nikes said as his feet shifted awkwardly. "I carry these for my girlfriend in case her heat starts early, but you can keep that bottle."

"Thanks." Eddie shifted, trying to ignore the heat that rushed to his face as he spoke to Nikes. Fucking pheromones. "Hey, this might sound weird, but could you just stay here with me? Until the pills start to work?"

"Ugh, yeah! Course! My next class isn't for a while anyway....I'm not sitting on the floor, though." Eddie laughed.

"That's fair. This floor is a cesspool of piss and typhoid." Nikes snickered but didn't say much else after that. The two fell into a comfortable silence as Nikes stood guard in front of Eddie's stall. It had probably been thirty, forty?, minutes before Eddie was able to comfortably stand up. His smell was significantly dampened, and it didn't feel like his entire body was on fire. As he began to pull his pants back up, Eddie heard Nikes gather his stuff.

"Hey, I gotta head to class, but congrats on presenting? I think? I don't know what you're supposed to say to someone about this kind of thing."

By the time Eddie got the door open, Nikes had already long since gone. The only evidence he had been there was the bottle of suppressants in the teen's pocket.

It had been years since the incident, and only now was Eddie aware that Steve Harrington, his supposed mate, was Nikes. A tiny part of his brain, the one he went out of his way to supress most of the time, wondered if that meant something.

[the-parentheticals]

It’s time for our internet boy! Wait, this isn’t Fuuta…oh well? He’s still pretty fun though! Just a silly little high schooler...

Fun fact, I changed his crime a little bit from the original, but most of the general beats are the same!

Name - Chui Tamaki (注唯 環) (kanji in last name means “note” and the second part is only an emphasis, kanji in first name means “ring”)

Age - 17

Gender – Male

Birthday – Jun. 11

Height – 171 cm

Blood Type – B

Image Colour - #82EEFD

Occupation – High school student (second year)

Personality – He’s very loud. He’s always saying some rather odd and though-provoking statements to get attention from the other prisoners, including flirting and teasing them a bit. He claims to have been one of the most popular students in his school, and it certainly seems to have been plausible.

He can be rather spacey sometimes, more out of being caught up in his own thoughts than anything else. He’s quick to catch up, however.

Whenever he’s asked about his crime, he just laughs and brushes it off. He doesn’t seem to see it as a big deal at all, and he especially doesn’t appreciate people seeing him as guilty because of it.

Canon Cover – This Is How To Be In Love With You (because the aesthetic fits his crime)

DECO*27 Cover – Chimera (“don’t be so selfish for the same old”)

Vocaloid Cover – Beat Eater (Police Piccadilly) (full disclaimer, I love Project Sekai, and I like the BGM of this. I was originally going to do Showtime Ruler, but I don’t think the lyrics are quite right)

“Welcome to MILGRAM! Well, you’re new here too, right? My name is Chui Tamaki, and while I didn’t do anything…I guess that’s gonna be up to you to decide.”

“What did you… why did you…this has to be a stunt, right? It’s just a joke, it’s just a joke…”

 MV – Superstar

His song would sound like your classic idol content, and the lyrics would all be about indulging and enjoying life, directed to the listener. The aesthetic itself would be somewhere between neon and pastel.

The MV would start with our regular Tamaki winking to the camera and saying “You only live once!” in English.

A version of Tamaki with entirely orange hair and star-shaped sunglasses sits at a table in a high school cafeteria, talking with some other faceless people in a lively way.

Another version of Tamaki with square red glasses and black hair throws a set of tabletop dice, then looks to someone just offscreen.

A version of Tamaki with blue hair with black streaks and no glasses talks with a girl with long flowing pink hair, again faceless.

Our regular Tamaki sits at a computer with a lot of decorations on it, filming something. Suddenly, the pink-haired girl runs up to him and pulls him away, and the screen fades in a flash of light.

The video comes back, but it’s notably tinted pink from now on and mostly features the Tamaki without glasses. He sits in class, not paying attention to anything the teacher is saying and instead making little doodles of hearts in his exercise book.

He walks through the hallways, where a lot of people are gathered around him, notably much larger than the number of people at his table.

The regular Tamaki is talking with his friends at lunch, a bit more annoyed. At this point, the background music becomes louder and the voices get quieter.

The Tamaki with square glasses uploads a video to his channel, with a thumbnail of the pink-haired girl, and it instantly gets a lot of dislikes. He scrolls through the comments, just looking annoyed.

The scene cuts back to the Tamaki with star glasses in the filming location, visibly uneasy. He looks at something off in the distance and gasps. The camera shakes, and the screen fills with ads, ending in an error message that reads “The channel you were trying to watch has been deleted.”

 Trivia

He’s kind of like Fuuta in that they’re both chronically online and they didn’t directly commit murder.

He’s my only non-Danganronpa OC to be in here! Yes, this includes Akemi. I won’t say what he was originally for since I feel like that spoils a lot of his crime, plus it has a reputation that is not very great for understandable reasons.

He’s really nervous about the word “love” for some reason.

[wunidz]

Richard and Sonic the Tulpa

TW// blood, self harm, Tulpamancy, abuse, drug abuse, pills, school massacre, death and murder

I’m Richard Pastel, I don't have any social life nor any friends, just acquaintances that barely tolerate me. I've been jobless for about two years, I'm barely living by a thread at my university. My comfort series is Sonic The Hedgehog, I love the series with the amazing gameplay to the funny shows and the complicated comics. I love the blue blur, he’s so cool in every aspect.

As I was searching up random shit on Reddit, I came up with a new discoverie, Tulpas, some kind of imaginary-friend on steroids? From what I've read I can make one with my mind, to be whatever I want it to be, a being materialized in my brain.

I want one. I deserve a friend, I’m tired of being alone, I'll create one, and make it my best friend forever…

I went all out, I went to all of the posts that talked about it, and started taking notes on how to do it step by step.

I could not wait, I was so excited, I can finally have someone to talk to! someone who would understand me, someone who wouldn’t abandon me.

Now, it’s pretty obvious who’s gonna be the lucky one, Sonic. I've loved him since I was a child. His games,shows and comics were there for me, now HE will be here for me.

So it started, I wrote some notes on how Sonic would act, his personality, basically how I want him to be, alongside I drew a small doodle of him, sadly I messed up by how fast I was doing it, I colored his arms blue, such a dumb mistake, god dammit.

But let’s get to the point. I've set up in my bed laying on the wall, while my computer was playing Marble Zone from Sonic 1, I closed my eyes and started… praying? 

I was really concentrating on creating Sonic, I didn't open my eyes for a while.

until, i’ve heard something, I opened my eyes, the sound continued, was coming off the kitchen, i’ve ran into there to see what happened, 

Standing there it was, Sonic the Hedgehog, the blue blur himself, but there were some noticeable differences, he was not wearing his gloves nor his shoes, and his arms were blue? But i was too excited to care about it now, I couldn't believe it, it worked! My cheeks were burning from happiness

“You good there lil buddy?”

“IT WORKED! IT WORKED!”

I jumped up and down

“Hey buddy! Slow down there!!”

“Sorry- I just got a little excited”

I kneel down to be in his view.

“So, you’re the tulpa I created?”

“Yup! on the flesh! Or whatever i’m made out of haha”

“Hehe, What an awful joke!”

Sonic made a silly face.

We get out of the dorm and went to the campus.

“What a beautiful day!”

Sonic said while running in circles around me.

After we spent the afternoon walking and taking interviews for job opportunities, I got in my dorm.

I invited Sonic to my room, and he rapidly sat in my bed.

“damn what’s all this stuff? How do you sleep in here?”

He remarked looking at all my hoarding stored in my bed.

I felt pretty offended, so I ignored the question.

I lay in bed and fastly sleep

The tulpa decided to sleep next to me, similar to a cat.

I slowly wake up, to a sound of Sonic trying to wake me up

“Richard, wake up, wake up you’re gonna be late for class!!” 

“uuuugh okay, i’m getting up!”

I get my materials packed up and go to the classroom, and there i am sitting alone near the window again, but now i have Sonic, he sit on the empty chair, he gives me a huge smile, i give back a small smile

the lesson goes as normal, as i was leaving Tom raynott came up to me

“Hey there Rich! How’s it going my guy?”

“What do you want Raynott?”

“Sorry to bother you, but you’re still looking for a job, right? Me and friends found a ice cream shop nearby that’s hiring and i though-”

“You think I need your help?! I can do this myself, I don't need your pity, okay, Raynott?!”

Kyle Goldman get’s in front of Tom, towering over me.

“Look my guy, Tom just wanted to help you, I don't know why you’re acting up like this!”

“Kyle it’s okay-”

I let out a sigh before I left the classroom, and when I was in the corridor I heard Tom’s voice from the classroom.

“See you next class Richard!”

Walking to the cafeteria, i heard fast footsteps behind me, ii give a look behind my shoulder and see Sonic

“Hey Rich, what happened there?”

“Look, i don’t like people rubbing my struggles in my face”

“Don’t you think he was trying to help?-” “Are you just gonna be nagging me? Look i don’t need help”

“i’m sorry…”

“let’s just get something to eat, i’m starving”

“Yeah me too…”

We get to the cafeteria, get a basic cheap lunch, i fastly eat it, and I see Sonic with a sad expression.

“I still feel hungry…”

“Me too, but I barely have money to buy anything that will fill my belly.”

“Oh…”

“Just let’s go…”

“Okay…”

We get in class, as the professor talks, i get light headed, not a surprised, this is normal at this point, i briefly try to close my eyes, but Sonic comes up to me, talks loud so i don’t sleep

“Rich! Don’t sleep, you need to pay attention!”

“Richard! Wake up!! Wake up!!”

“CAN YOU SHUT THE FUCK UP!”

Then I notice everyone starts to look at me, And the professor glares at me with an angry expression.

“Sir Pastel, if you don’t want to take this class, the door is right there, I think it is better for you to leave if you’re gonna keep up this attitude.”

Everyone starts to laugh, I pick my bag, and quickly get out of the classroom, my eyes watering in rage by the shame I felt. As i fastly walked to my dorm room, I slammed the door shut, I sat in my bed and started crying. Sonic gets near me.

“Rich, Why did you scream? You needed to pay attention to the class!”

“THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT! WHY CAN’T YOU LEAVE ME ALONE AND SHUT THE FUCK UP FOR FIVE SECONDS?!”

“I’m… only trying to help… I'm sorry…”

“I AM TIRED OF YOUR BULLSHIT, WHY DON’T YOU DO WHAT I TELL YOU?? WHY CAN’T YOU JUST- AARRGH”

Sonic looks down with an expression of guilt and fear, almost crying.

“I’m so-sorry…”

I get a boxcutter in my drawer, I extend it, and fastly cut my wrist.

“AAAHHH!!! w-wha…” 

I get scared by the sudden scream coming from Sonic, he’s holding his wrist, with blood coming out of it, the same spot i cutted it my wrist.

“What was that?!”

“you… hurted me…”

“I did nothing to you!”

“it hurts…”

“Can you stop whining??”

“Rich, please, it hurts…”

“It’s just a cut, it will heal soon, can you please stop whining?!”

“It hurts…”

“STOP WHINING!”

As I screamed, I heard I knocked at my door, I let out a tired sigh and went to answer the door.

“Hey Rich! Just wanted to check up on you, is everything alright?”

It was Tom Raynott, trying to nag me again.

“I’m alright Raynott, please leave.”

I try to close the door me Tom pulled the door to not close

“Hey man, you had an outburst in the class today, you know i’m always here for you, just tell me what happened.”

He makes that cute but annoying puppy eyes

as he’s holding the door, he notices my bloody wrist.

“What 's that?”

“HEY!-”

He picks my wrist with a strong grip, looking at my cut, then at me with a disappointed expression.

“Oh…”

“If I tell you what’s happening will you leave me alone Raynott?”

“Pinky promise! just let me help you Rich”

“I’ve been hearing voices these past days, i can’t barely concentrate, and and i can’t find a job, and i’ve had barely nothing to eat, and I’m just tired… I just feel like I’ll drop dead at any moment.”

“oohh… i’m so sorry to hear that Rich, look, i can’t do much, but i can give you some help”

“I feel pretty ashamed, but I'm very desperate. anything that works is good for me at this point.”

“Well me and my friend Romeo are able to get some meds, I could lend you some to help calm the voices down a little, how does that sound?”

“Sounds great, thanks Tom.”

“AAWWNN YOU SAID MY NAME-”

I immediately frowned and slammed the door in his face.

With a muffled sound I hear Tom.

“HEYY!! Richh, don’t be so meeeeaan”

“Stop acting like this, just give me the meds Raynott”

“Oki doki! brb! And please, don’t hurt yourself, is not good”

“Okay Raynott.”

“W-what do you think you’re doing?!”

I see Sonic standing with a worried look on his face.

“...”

“P-please Richard don’t, i promise i’ll be better, i promise i’ll stop nagging you, just please don’t”

“I don’t even remember why I created you.”

He gets on his knees and starts sobbing.

I hear the knocking again, I open the door, Tom Raynott again, now with Romeo Jones beside him.

“Hope you don’t mind i bringed Romeo too!”

“Sup”

“It’s okay, did you bring the meds?”

“Oh yeah it’s here!”

He brings out a pack of Xanax and Paroxetine, I picked up the pack and thanked them.

“Thanks Raynott”

“Don’t forget to thank my pal Romeo too, he’s the one who gets the meds”

“sigh…  Thanks you too Ivey”

“Don’t need to act like it’s a chore man, and don’t call me that, just call me Romeo.”

“...You two can go now, i’ll see if it works, thanks for the help”

I close the door, and hear their footsteps heading out, as I turn my back and I see Sonic still sobbing on the floor.

“P-please give me another chance! I’m sorry

I’m sorry

I’M SORRY

I’M SORRY

𝕀’𝕄 𝕊𝕆ℝℝ𝕐

ⓘ’𝓜 𝓢𝐎ℝℝ¥”

He grabs my feet pleading to me, to not take the pill, i can’t handle this pity party, i can’t handle this brat anymore. In rage, I kick his face, it starts to bleed immediately from his nose, now he’s crying louder than before. I fastly get to the kitchen and get a cup of water, I drink both pills down, as I wait for them to take effect, I look and see Sonic on the floor mopping.

“I-i’m so-sorry, I'm sorry for failing you Rich… I promise I'll be better…”

I just get in bed and I try to sleep. As i wake up, i pick up my phone seeing i was late for class, i get my bag and quickly get in the classroom. As i open the door everyone looks at me, I can feel each one’s thoughts on me… and the professor looks at me with a very disappointed look.

“Hm… late again i see Sir Pastel, go to your seat”

“yes sir…”

I get on my seat, and everything goes as normal. Finally, that brat is not in my ear 24/7 anymore. I feel my head is spinning, and my vision is blurry, but I stand my ground. I won’t leave the class until it is over this time. And before i even know it, the class is over, Tom comes near me and touches my shoulder.

“Hey Rich, you good?”

“yeah, yeah, the annoying voice stopped now”

“Glad to hear that! Also would you like to change contacts? Since we’re friends now hehe”

“huh…? okay…”

I pick my phone and give it to him so he can put his number, while he does the same with me. 

“Call me whenever ya need Rich!”

“Thanks Raynott.”

He made a peace sign and left the classroom with his friends, with Kyle Goldmann strangely missing? those two were glued like moths to lamps, but whatever not my problem. I wanted to eat something, but my money ran out. I feel my eyes water, but there’s nothing for me to do.

I just get to my room, and get on my bed, just feeling tired and sad.

Why can't I do anything right?

I just want to die.

as my self hating thoughts consume me, i slowly fell a sleep

“PLEASE COME BACK, I’M SORRY I PROMISE I’LL BE BETTER PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PᴸEᴬSᴱ”

I woke up five hours later, all sweaty and hyperventilating, I felt my heart sink, I looked at the end of my bed, standing there… was Sonic…

but he looked a little different, his fur had grown a little darker, some fluff growed from his cheeks and he was filled with bruises on his thighs and wrists.

“W-what…”

“I MISSED YOU

I MISSED YOU SO BAD

SO BAD

𝕀 м𝐈ＳＳ𝕖𝒹 Ƴόย

ᔕỖ 𝓢ⓞ ＢⒶᵈ 

my head felt so dizzy, i couldn't see anything, but YOU’RE BACK! “

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?”

“The meds effect wore off, but i’ve learned my lesson, i promise i’ll not fail you this time.”

He looked desperate, but I was having none of that shit. I tried to get to the kitchen to get the last pills but Sonic was desperate to not disappear again.

“NO PLEASE, PLEASE NO, I PROMISE I’LL BE BETTER”

When my hands get near the pills, he starts screaming, and hears bleeding screaming, and I accidentally dropped them.

“STOP IT SCREAMING, STOP IT!!! AAAHHH!!! SHUT UP!”

As the screaming continued, it came to a pause when I heard a knock at the door. I opened to see it was Maxwell Jones, my neighbor. I think he heard me screaming.

“Hey mate, you good? I heard some screaming from my room.”

“I’m just- Wait you’re Raynott’s friend right?”

“You mean Tom? yeah we are-”

“DO YOU HAVE ANY XANAX WITH YOU?”

“No i don’t… but i do have adderall”

“Would that calm the voices down?”

“Fuck no, that’s a focus drug”

“Fuuucccckkkk”

“I can call Tom if ya want”

“PLEASE!!!”

“Sheesh, okay just wait a sec”

Maxwell picks his phone and calls Tom, i just observe while he’s talking

“Hey Tom, you know your friend Richard? 

Yeah the smelly one.

Look, he said he needs some help, and can you be here to help him out a lil bit?

he has been screaming, and i want to study, please come quick.”

As we wait, we hear some fast footsteps, we see Tom running down the hall, when he gets near he almost trips over himself.

“Sorry! Got here as fast as I could! Here I bringed some more meds!”

He brings out a small plastic bag with some drugs, I could not recognize most of them.

“Would these help silence the voices?’

“Well, not forever, I've noticed you’re not that well put together, so I recommend talking to a professional.”

“That’s not an option.”

“Oh..”

he looked at me with a worried expression, then he looked at Maxwell, Maxwell made a shrug expressing i was a lost cause.

“Be careful with those, just take one at a time, it might be dangerous”

“Is okay, thank you.”

“Are you really gonna do this?”

I see Sonic standing in the corner, strangely more tall and thin than before, with even more cuts on his wrists and thighs.

“I AM DONE WITH YOU. YOU JUST MADE MY LIFE WORSE.”

“I thought you wanted me? I thought you wanted a friend?”

“SHUT THE FUCK UP!”

“I’M ONLY DOING WHAT YOU WANTED RICHARD.”

“YOU RE USELESS! YOU’RE A GOOD FOR NOTHING, I HATE YOU, I WISH YOU WERE DEAD YOU LITTLE IMBECILE SHIT!”

“...”

Tears started to fall from his face, he gags a little.

I pick up the pills, he immediately notices my intentions.

“Don’t you dare Richard.”

I picked all the pills at once and gulp them down, was hard with no water, but I did it.

“NO NO NO NO Ňσ η𝐎 几𝕆!!!”

He starts to contort, scream, and… grow?

His body expands, his ribs tear through his skin, exposing it, his face disappearing, a X scar expands and his body gets more abstract. like gas is coming out of him??

“WHAT THE FUCK?!”

My head gets a little dizzy, it seems like taking all of the drugs at once was not a good idea at all…

Sonic… no. that thing, starts to laugh like a maniac, As the laughter gets louder and louder and I feel my body getting heavier, and it all went black.

As I slowly wake up, or atleast hope I woke up, I see that I'm in my bed, but… 

what?

I can’t- I CAN’T MOVE MY BODY?!

Why? Why? WHY???

As i try to struggle, i hear a laughter

I try to speak, but I can't.

Is that thing again, i can’t even make out what expression it’s making.

“Seems like your plan backfired hahaha…”

Those meds! I shouldn't have taken them all at once, maybe they’re the reason I'm paralyzed now.

“Exactly…”

It slowly walked near the bed, then it got up in the bed, holding my shoulders and breathing near my face, I could feel it like it was real. Is this really happening?? I’m scared

Please just let me go

“WHY??”

“KILL YOURSELF, KILL YOURSELF, KILL YOUSELF, KILL YOURSELF, KILL YOURSELF, KILL YOURSELF, KILL YOUSELF, KILL YOURSELF, KILL YOURSELF, KILL YOUSELF, KILL YOURSELF, KILL YOURSELF, KILL YOURSELF, KILL YOURSELF, KILL YOUSELF, KILL YOURSELF, KILL YOURSELF, KILL YOURSELF, KILL YOURSELF, KILL YOURSELF, KILL YOURSELF”

He screamed in my ear for what felt like hours. I wanted to cry, but I couldn't. I want to call for help, but I can't. I want to scream; but I can’t.

WHAT HAVE I DONE TO DESERVE THIS?

I DON’T WANT TO DIE.

“KILL YOURSELF, KILL YOURSELF, KILL YOUSELF, KILL YOURSELF, KILL YOURSELF, KILL YOURSELF, KILL YOUSELF, KILL YOURSELF, KILL YOURSELF, KILL YOUSELF, KILL YOURSELF, KILL YOURSELF, KILL YOURSELF, KILL YOURSELF, KILL YOUSELF, KILL YOURSELF, KILL YOURSELF, KILL YOURSELF, KILL YOURSELF, KILL YOURSELF, KILL YOURSELF”

It feels like days i’ve been in here, unable to move, hearing this screaming non stop, please make this torture stop!

Then he stopped, he looked directly in my eyes. Those terrifying dilated eyes.

“I promise I'll make you happy…”

As it said those words, I hear a loud bang coming from my door, It was Tom?? please Tom save me.

As i hear the fast footsteps get to my room

I see a dagger go through the Tulpa’s body and stab me in the abdomen. I could not recognize the person who did this.

The Tulpa fastly notices what just happened, but it screams in confusion and denial.

“NO NO NO NO Ňσ η𝐎 几𝕆!!!”

ACK!-

it got on my Arteries, I don’t want to die! Not this way, not right now, please… It feels so cold.

I feel all my blood coming out, I feel my bed all wet.

“PLEASE RICHARD, STAY WITH ME”

I don’t want to die, please, I'm sorry Tom.

“RICHARD PLEASE, PLEASE LOOK AT ME”

I feel lighter, and… i… can’t… hear… him… anymore…

                         X

“NO NO NO NO Ňσ η𝐎 几𝕆!!!”

“I Can’t feel him anymore… where did he go?”

“Rich? please… i’m sorry”

“What happened…?”

“Where did he go…?”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry…”

“Please come back!”

“I promise i’ll do better”

“i-i i promise i won’t annoy you again”

“Rich… please come back…”

As Tulpa was weeping, a police officer passed by the door and saw Richard’s body

“CHIEF! We got another one!”

“Wow, he got killed in his sleep, poor guy.”

“This is such a tragedy…”

“LEAVE!!!”

Tulpa screams, but they can’t hear him, so his only choice is to ignore them.

After some time a team comes and take Richard’s body

Tulpa tried to stop them, but he couldn't 

“LEAVE HIM ALONE!! GET OFF HIM!”

After they got in the car, Tulpa was unable to keep up.

“Please don’t go…”

[twists-and-things-betwixt]

Of Nightingales and Night Ravens: Chapter 3 - The Rose-Red Tyrant & the Sundrop Song

Chapter: I, II, III, IV, V, VI, VII

Read on AO3

Summary: Before the Nightingale, before the Watch, before everything...

In which Yuu tries to do something good. (or, Aftermath I, the first appearance of Healing Incantation)

Yuura is referred to as They.

"You STUPID brats! I am in the right! I am right! ME! Stop getting in my way!"

"I summon thee—!"

"Sleight of Hand!"

“I CAN'T BE WRONG! If I am, then wha—why?��this whole time... what have I been living for?"

"Riddle…"

"Senior Cater, look out!"

"Doodle Suit!"

"Why are you doing this? WHY? Just go away—leave me alone, LEAVE ME ALONE!"

"Take this, you bastard!"

"Ace, NO!"

"Yuu—!"

"Wait!"

"RIDDLE, STOP—!"

----

More time must have passed than any of them realized. There's a beautiful sunset just over the horizon, once the warped skies clear and the air is no longer thick with the stifling, sickly-sweet stench of Blot. Watercolor streaks of coral and honey and rose wash over the blue-violet clouds. The ruined shambles of the garden are set ablaze in crimson light.

There's nothing left of the Blot monster—no trace of sluggish tar or shattered glass, once Ace and Deuce dealt the final blow. The only indication that a battle for life-or-death even occurred is the wreckage of the Rose Maze—uprooted rose bushes, mangled hedges, gouges in the earth. That, and—

"Riddle!"

There was so much black, just a few moments ago. Blot like ink—like oil, like tar—thick, and congealed, and glossy dark. Streaming down pallid skin, blooming like old bruises beneath the surface. The fathomless black of slate eyes constricted with fury and madness. A queenly abomination that dripped and gurgled and continued to squirm and writhe even when it was reduced to a disgusting, gelatinous mass on the ground. The darkness of a twisted sky.

It's all red now. Too much red, there's too much red. Where there was once black, it's now just red.

The red sun striking red hair. Growing patches of red on white cloth. Rivulets of red streaming down the young man's temples, pouring from his nose, bubbling from the corners of his gray, parted lips. It's even trickling from the corners of his eyes.

Is blood supposed to be such a bright red?

Trey gets to him first, making a mad dash across the broken ground, skidding on his knees with a painful thud. He clutches Riddle's shoulders with trembling hands. "He's bleeding, why is he still bleeding?" Why is he still dying?

"Trey. Trey, don't shake him," Cater snaps, covering a white-knuckled hand with his own. That eerily serious set to his face is still there. "You're gonna hurt him even more."

Deuce is almost as pale as Riddle when he stumbles over, falling to one knee then the other. "Did—did we kill him?" Even back in high school, he'd never seen so much blood before.

"He's not dead, idiot." Ace stomps over with the Prefect and Grim in tow, having finished chewing the former out for the little stunt they pulled during the fight.

(Were the two seniors not preoccupied by their bleeding Housewarden, they might have demanded to know what was that about? One moment, Ace was in the path of the Blot Queen's rose bush, nothing left but skeletal branches covered in thorns and engulfed in flames. The next, the Prefect was standing in front of him, head ducked and hands clasped to their chest, and then there was a flash of light as the bush was deflected off something, bursting in a shower of charred branches and embers.

(Isn't the Prefect supposed to be practically Magicless?)

Ace releases the Prefect's sleeve, dragging a hand roughly through his hair. Like the other active participants in the fight, he's lightly dusted in gray ash and looking a little worse for wear. His uniform is sooty and rumpled, and when he lowers his left arm, he winces. "We didn't go through all that trouble risking our necks, keeping him alive, just for him to fucking die anyway."

"He's not going to die." Trey shakes Cater's hand off. "We need to get him to the infirmary, now."

"He's bleeding all over the place, how're we supposed to get him through the mirror?" Deuce's eyes are still blown wide, still shaken by everything. The fact that Riddle has already grown paler than him is alarming.

Cater grimaces. "He's in no condition to be moved, and none of us are in any condition to move him without messing him up even more."

"Aren't you two supposed to be our seniors? Can't you do something about it here?"

"I can—"

"Nothing as delicate as internal bleeding or hemorrhaging, excuse you."

"Guys, he's still bleeding!"

"Now's not the time! Riddle's losing too much blood, we need to—"

"Let me—"

"Trey, how are we supposed to—"

"Hey! My henchman's tryin' ta—"

"Where the fuck is the Headmage?"

"Please, just let me—"

"Is he even breathing? Did anyone check his pulse!"

"He's not dead—"

"Please!"

Honestly, they'd forgotten about the Prefect, still standing off to the side. Even with every little way they stood out—too many, almost—it was a little too easy for them to slip away and slip from everyone's minds at times, whether they meant to or not.

It just happens, sometimes. A hard habit to break, after 13, 14 years.

There's an indignant flush to their face—

(—not anger, never anger; not even Ace or Deuce have seen them angry, and if they ever were angry, the two doubt they'd ever be so "selfish" as to be angry for themself—)

—but just as quickly as the group's attention is turned to them, they deflate, shoulders slumping with a heavy sigh. Grim looks offended enough for the both of them, claws caught in the fabric of their pant leg.

"Senior Clover…" They move to kneel by Riddle's head, fiddling with the messy ends of their short hair, then with one of the pendants dangling from their neck. Trey only caught a glimpse of them in the kitchens, that day they made that damn tart that helped kickstart this whole mess. This one is a silver hourglass, filled to the brim with a fine, gray-white powder.

"Senior Trey," they amend, meeting pained gold eyes with an awfully sympathetic gaze. "Housewarden Rosehearts—Riddle is your friend. I can help him. There's something I could do, I can try."

He hesitates, of course. Cater's eyes flicker uneasily between Riddle's still form and the Prefect, and even Ace and Deuce are exchanging wary glances. The Prefect is only a freshman, and a nearly Magicless one at that. They couldn't do anything during the fight against the Overblot. They chose to stand back instead. What can they do about Riddle dying that he can't?

(But they didn't stay out of the fight entirely. No, the moment Ace was in imminent danger, they threw themself in front of him. And then there was that flash of light. What was that?)

"Please," they ask again, their voice barely a whisper. Despite the conviction in them, something old and hurt lurks behind those hazel eyes. Remorse. Regret. Why would their eyes be so guilty when Trey is the reason this entire situation even escalated this badly?

—couldn't let it happen again. Not after

Not another one. Not again.

"Let me help him." They rest a steadying hand atop Grim's head. The proud monster doesn't even bother to give them a half-hearted reprimand. "I can do something."

...at least the Prefect seems to have a plan beyond whatever the four of them were arguing about.

Trey relents, nod firm and lips pursed. "Hurry," he says, squeezing Riddle's right hand between his own. It's limp and ice cold. "He doesn't have much time."

The Prefect murmurs to themself, "Time...," fingers hovering over their pendant, then further up to their throat. Another precious second passes before they strip off their gloves, a delicate hand smoothing the hair back from Riddle's brow, the other resting lightly on his chest.

"Mama, day mne sily..." A deep breath, and then—

"Flower, gleam and glow. Let your power shine…"

This isn't the first time Trey or Cater have heard the Prefect speak in Barren. No, that surprise caught them off guard the day Cater first introduced the trio of freshmen to Trey, when the Prefect started conversing with the Vice Housewarden of Diasomnia, so lively and eager for a dead language. It's extremely rare to hear it outside of high academia, magical incantations, and those fussy, old choral songs they sing in church. The same could be said for Deuce, who was as stunned as they were that day. As for Ace, the first time he heard the Prefect sing, he barely registered that the words were in Barren, too distracted by the fact that the kid and the cat-monster from the Entrance Ceremony were sweeping Main Street after that whole debacle.

None of them have ever heard Barren Tongue sung so warmly or kindly before. Like a wish—a plea. A plea for Riddle’s life.

The Prefect—Yuura closes their eyes and bows their head as if in prayer. Grim leans into their side, a solid, stable weight to focus on. Warmth and heat in stark contrast to Riddle's claminess and chill. "Make the clock reverse. Bring back what once was mine…"

Beneath their fingertips, golden light glows like sunbeams on a summer afternoon, as gentle and warm as their song. It seems to sink into Riddle's skin just as the warmth of Yuura's voice sinks into the tired, weary bones of those listening. Dry and sticky trails of blood flake away into red dust. A flush of color slowly returns to his cheeks, his lips, the lids of his eyes, overtaking the sickly gray pallor. His hand grows warm in Trey’s desperate grasp.

Cater barely smothers a gasp in the cuff of his sleeve. "No way, it, it can't… Der Zauberspruch?"

Trey can only spare him a quick side-glance—that was Pyroxisch; what could have shocked him enough to make Cater slip into his Native tongue?—before Riddle starts to bloom.

"Heal what has been hurt…" Wispy tendrils of light spiral from the part of his lips, the space above his heart.

"Change the Fates' design." They dance above their heads, twirling and winding and entwining, brushing against their hair and faces in tender caresses. Ace can already feel the ache in his shoulder fading. Deuce, the nicks and scratches from close calls with the Overblot's rose bush. Cater, the bruises from when Riddle seized him. Trey, the sting in his throat from when he screamed.

"Save what has been lost…" From Riddle's mouth and heart, gorgeous lilies of pure sunlight unfurl, ethereal and ephemeral, dissipating just as quickly as they appeared. They cast his face and Yuura's own in brilliant gold.

"Bring back what once was mine..."

Yuura inhales sharply, a soft gasp. Their stuttering heart echoes in the shudder in their voice, the faint tremors in their hands. Trembling on a precipice, on the edge of something miraculous...

They only just refrain from jerking away from the hand that touches their own, only just.

"...was einst war mein," Cater offers, low and soft. And then there's Trey's broad hand covering Yuura's own, and the shuffle of feet as two more hands rest firmly on their shoulders. Ace and Deuce.

Grim nudges their side as Yuura breathes deep again, and sighs.

"...what once was mine."

----

"Mm...? Tr—Trey? What in the world...?"

"Riddle!"

----

"Hey, Prefect, get up. Prefect? Yuu. Yuu!"

----

"Der Zauberspruch. Literally just the Magic Spell. Gotta be the nicest Song to come out of Pyroxene... and even the original words for that were lost."

"Then how did the Prefect—how did Yuu...?"

"I don't know. I really don't know."

----

The bands still sting, a bit. Was difficult to talk, right after waking up. I don't think I care much. RR in the infirmary. HM and Maddox said he's made a full recovery.

I'm glad.

[mondscheinprinzessin]

hi laura!!! ❤💕 may i ask for [PLAY] with olli and joonas pretty please? <3

Baby Olli and Joonas you say?👀

The teacher continued his lecture but Joonas, Olli, and Tommi couldn’t be bothered as they were sitting together in the last row, chairs pushed closer together as were their heads while they talked to each other in low voices, almost whispering. They weren’t the only ones with their attention elsewhere, so they weren’t afraid to get caught and besides, this teacher never really had high expectations of them and was grateful enough when everyone passed their exams, what they did in-between was up to them.

Also they had a lot to discuss today, Joonas had spoken to Joel during their big break and urgently needed to pass the gained information on to his friends, he couldn’t wait any longer or he would burst with excitement. His hushed words were spoken quickly, and he waited for their feedback as he watched their faces for any reaction.

Because who knew, this could be their breakthrough, and he really wanted his friends at his side when it happened, he couldn’t imagine doing it with anyone else.

Their hurried nodding told Joonas they were just as thrilled as he was, and they promised to go over it tomorrow together with Joel in one of the music rooms that would be unoccupied after school hours.

Joonas made a note on his hand to write Joel on facebook later to make out a time that would suit them all, finding time together could be difficult with him in another grade and Olli and Tommi having other classes than both of them, but Joonas was sure they could make this work with enough motivation and commitment.

Olli took the pen out of Joonas’ hand before he could put it back into his pencil case and added a wizard hat plus beard next to his writing and a…cat? Fox? Raccoon? - Some animal that Joonas couldn’t recognize, and then Olli stole his pen completely to doodle onto his paper.

Joonas redirected his gaze towards the board and the teacher after having caught himself looking at Olli’s profile, not keen on another amused look of Tommi’s when he without words but his eyes alone communicated that he knew exactly what Joonas was feeling and was just waiting for Joonas to say it, but he never gave in, it would take more but Tommi’s obvious knowledge to make Joonas confess.

His eyes snapped back when he felt his hand with the scribblings touched by someone else, discovering it was Olli’s fingers playing with him softly.

He was looking at their hands too, but his gaze was absent as his head was comfortably laid on his other hand, and Joonas wondered where his thoughts have carried him, as he so often did lately, curious if he might appear in them or if he was non-existent, the total opposite of what was happening in his own head where Olli was a recurring guest or rather something more familiar.

But he couldn’t read anything in Olli’s dreamy eyes, just saw the same blue he always admired, and he had yet to pick up on what was happening in Olli’s head, leaving him with only more questions.

For example, why he was so gently tracing the lines in his palms, his nails slightly scratching over the sensitive skin and almost making him shiver. Or what he saw before his eyes or if Joonas’ hand just provided a simple distraction, or if Olli found this as nice as Joonas did just now, wishing Olli wouldn’t ever let his hand go again.

His last wish already went unfulfilled when the bell rang and startled Olli into dropping their hands, giving him a shy smile before gathering his stuff to dump it into his bag. Joonas immediately missed the warm touch of his fingers, following the map of blood vessel almost all the way to his wrist, his pulse quickly pumping his blood to his heart that was treacherously beating and would start again when they hugged as goodbye after half their way home, Joonas parting with Olli and Tommi at an intersection.

Maybe someday Joonas would be brave enough to just take Olli’s hand and keep on holding it on their way home, and hopefully Olli would like it as much as he did.

[sy3ra]

365 paper roses; oc x oc backstory

(Inspired by a story in wattpad. All characters rightfully belongs to me.)

TW: Grammatical Errors and Misspellings (I can't describe stuff well so please bear with my writing!)

Genre: Wholesome with some angst

It was quite a normal school day, Aureliana was grabbing books from her locker, letting out a sigh as she had no motivation to attend classes. She closed her locker almost slamming it.

As she cocked her head to the side, she saw Enzo's face inches away from hers. A blush crept up her cheeks as she took a step back. "What the heck, Enzo? You scared me" Aureliana said as she sighed in annoyance. In return, Enzo just smiled at her adding more fuel to Aureliana's annoyance.

"Relax, I just came to give you this" He said as he handed her a paper rose. "What's this for?" Aureliana tilted her head in confusion as she took the paper rose from his hand.

"Nothing just a small gift. Well gotta go see ya around, Aurey!" He said as he sprinted off waiving her goodbye. Aureliana was left stunned from his actions. She looked down at her hand and examined the paper rose, it was nothing special, there was nothing embedded in it. It was really just a simple paper rose.

Days has gone by and Enzo gave Aureliana a paper rose everyday. He never missed a day where he didn't give her one. Aureliana was still confused as to why he gave her these paper roses but she shrugged it off anyway.

One time, on her way to the school gate, she passed by Enzo's classroom. She glanced inside the classroom and the sight made her heart melt. Enzo was trying to figure out how to make a perfect paper rose without mistakes.

She kept the paper roses inside a small cabinet. It's number was increasing everyday, the thought made her smile subconsciously.

｡⁠◕⁠‿⁠◕⁠｡

It was a rainy evening, Aureliana was rummaging through the attic for a chance to find some nostalgic memories of her childhood. Instead, a certain blue box caught her eye. She grabbed the box and took it to her room, there she blew off some remaining dust and carefully opened it as to not damage the box.

Her eyes widened at the contents of the box. It was polaroid pictures of her and Enzo, they were smiling together and it seemed like they were closer than friends.

Underneath the polaroid pictures and some other memories, there she found doodles of Enzo in different poses. Subconsciously, tears started running down her cheek as memories came rushing in.

*Memories*

Enzo🖤

Hey love, when are you coming again?

                                            I'm on my way 

                                            there(⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)

Alright, message me when you're near, love you💗

                                            Love you         

                                            too(⁠ ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ ⁠)⁠♡

Aureliana put her phone inside her pocket as the red light turned green. She revved her bike and as she was crossing the street, she tilted her head to the side and the last thing she saw was bright lights.

*Insert car crash sounds*

Enzo came rushing in to the hospital and to the reception. "Can you tell me where the room of Aureliana Ysaline is?" He said panting. The receptionist told him the room number and he wasted no time running there.

He barged in the room and there were doctors and nurses all around his beloved.

He couldn't believe his eyes, the woman he loved the most laid there almost lifeless and barely breathing with blood all over her beautiful face.

Her parents also came rushing in. After a while the doctor talked with them outside.

"Your daughter had been involved in a car crash. She lived but.." the doctor hesitated "but she received severe brain damage and gained amnesia." Aureliana's mother burst into tears as Aureliana's father rubbed her back, tears also stained his face.

Enzo was stunned. He felt his world came crashing down from the news of his beloved. Aureliana's parents told him to not try and communicate with Aureliana for a long while as she might receive severe shock. He had no choice but to agree for the sake of the love of his life.

"Hey, Aurey! What would you like as a gift for our anniversary?"

"Hmm.." Aureliana looked down in deep thought. "Just give me a paper rose, you need'nt overdo it" she smiled. Her warm smile made the boy's heart skip a beat.

"What about I give you 365 paper roses?"

"Are you sure?"

"If it's for you, of course yes"

"Fine, promise me, promise me that you'll give me 365 paper roses"

"I promise"

*End of memory*

Tears streamed down her face as memories of the love of her life came rushing in. She quickly went downstairs and put on boots

"Where are you going, Airuina?" Her mom asked. "I have to go buy supplies for a project mom! I'll be back by dinner" she said as she slammed the door shut.

She ran as fast as she could to her lover's apartment she didn't mind getting wet, she just wanted to see him again.

There she saw him sitting on the staircase. "Enzo, sweetheart" she smiled sadly. His head quickly jolted up to see her drenched figure.

"Aurey, what are you doing here it's raining! You didn't even bring an umbrel-" before he could even finish his sentence Aureliana rushed to hug him tightly, tears streaming down her face yet again. "You kept your promise" she said as her voice cracked. She pulled away and Enzo cupped her cheeks, evident tears running down his cheek as well. "Of course I did, I said I would always keep my promise to you right?" He leaned in to kiss her forehead. "No words nor actions can ever describe how much I love you"

-Mayven.

[sattlersquarry]

Elegia IV - Finale (Steve Harrington x Reader)

Summary: With the team's plan in motion, you face Vecna once more.

Word Count: 2.6k

Warnings: Language, mentions of verbal abuse, canon-typical Vecna stuff (blood, mentions of death), broken bones, canon divergence.

This takes place during the events of ep. 9, “The Piggyback" (with an AU ending.)

Read Part 1 Here. Read Part 2 Here. Read Part 3 Here.

A few hours later, you, Steve, and Erica had found where in the Creel House Vecna was hiding. You and Steve waited in the front room of the house for the next phase of the plan. 

Keeping silent was essential so Vecna didn’t strike before it was time. You fidgeted with the notepad in your hands, still listening to “Elegia'' in your headphones, before scrawling out a message for Steve: Thank you.

You held it up for him, and he tilted his head, confused. On his own pad, he wrote, For what?

For calling & asking my fave song. If you hadn’t, I’d be—

You flipped to a fresh page and doodled a skull. I owe you big time, you scribbled under your hasty drawing. 

Steve shot you a small smile and shook his head, before writing back: You don’t owe me anything. 

You hesitated and, before you lost your nerve, wrote what you’d been thinking about for the past few days: I kinda thought you called that day to ask me on a date.

In the dim light, you saw Steve’s cheeks turn pink. 

A date???? Really? he wrote. He couldn’t seem to look you in the eye.  

Why did you even bring that up? you thought, mentally kicking yourself. You clearly made Steve uncomfortable, solidifying that he only saw you as a friend. Maybe not even a friend! A work colleague, at best. 

You nodded, mortified, and thought about calling for Vecna to take you right then and there.

Steve bent over his notepad, writing furiously. When he showed his next message, it uplifted your spirits greatly: You & me, movies, Saturday?  

He watched expectantly as you wrote back. His face split into a grin when he read your response: You buy the tickets, I’ll buy the snacks. :) 

***

The time came to bait Vecna. You almost didn’t want to, but you stopped the Low-Life tape and removed the headphones. You gently placed the Walkman on the floor nearby and sat cross-legged in front of the flickering blue lamp. Steve hovered nearby, arms crossed. You could feel his worried gaze on you.  

Words you’d been too afraid to say for months bubbled up in your chest.

“I know why you cursed me,” you said, trying to keep the shake out of your voice. “It’s because of the guilt. I know it’s not rational to blame myself, but I do. Every damn day.”

“My brother Sam was not easy to love,” you continued. “He was angry all the time, about everything. My mom said it's because he was sensitive, and because he was insecure. She always made excuses for his shitty behavior. She acted like it was normal that we had to walk on eggshells around him. Say one wrong thing, and he’d blow up. If things didn’t go his way, he’d curse you out, threaten to hurt you. Or threaten to hurt himself.” 

Tears blurred your vision. You wiped them roughly.

“Watching him with other people felt like Jekyll and Hyde,” you said. “With his friends, or his girlfriend of the week, he didn’t show his true self. He was kind, funny, and caring. But at home, behind closed doors, that pervasive anger reared its ugly head. I always got the sense that it’s because at home, he had no one to impress. He didn’t need us to like him, because we’re his family. He could scream at us and treat us like shit, and we’d have to love him.” 

Steve listened intently, surprised to hear the truth about Sam Y/L/N. Sam was a grade older than Steve and you, but he always seemed like such a good guy around school. 

“I wanted Sam to leave Hawkins after he graduated,” you said. “But he didn’t. He lived at home and commuted to college, continuing to torment me and Grace. So, I made my own plans to leave. It was going to be so amazing…college in New York City. I’d only have to see Sam at Thanksgiving and Christmas for the next four years! But then he died, and Mom died. I couldn’t go to college. I couldn’t leave Grace and Dad behind.”

You paused, afraid of what you were going to say next. Afraid of how it would warp Steve’s perception of you.

“I was devastated when I first heard the news,” you said, voice hoarse from holding back a sob. “Finding out Mom and Sam were dead broke me. But then, there was this…quiet relief. Sam was gone. He wasn’t going to scream at me, threaten to kill me in my sleep. I was safe from him. That relief and my guilt for feeling it goes hand in hand. I’ve felt it every day since the Fourth of July.” 

“Jesus, Y/N, are you serious?”

You whipped your head around to Steve, a scornful glare on his face.

“Steve, why are you talking?” you hissed. “That’s not part of the plan!” 

“You were happy that your own brother died?” Steve said, an angry edge to his voice. “That’s your family! That is just so fucked, Y/N!” 

“No, no,” you said, stumbling to your feet. “You’ve got to understand, it’s complicated—”

“Bullshit!” Steve yelled. He stepped closer to you, and you noticed his brown eyes fade to a sharp, icy blue. A deep, rumbling voice echoed his own as he said: “You’re a bad person, Y/N Y/L/N. Plain and simple.” 

“No!” you said. A sob escaped you. “I’m not!” 

“You deserve everything that’s coming to you,” Steve said maliciously. 

This wasn’t Steve anymore. This was Vecna. 

You noticed a dusty old lamp sitting in a box nearby. You picked it up and swung, whacking “Steve” on the forehead. He stumbled back, giving you a chance to run down the stairs.

Max’s advice to you was to hold on to a happy memory—to use that to “outrun” Vecna in your mind and give Lucas, Robin, and Nancy time to kill him in the Upside Down. 

The memory you settled on was a family vacation to the Great Lakes. Your family had stopped at some hokey, mom-and-pop diner on the drive up. The house special was Key Lime Pie, and your dad had insisted the family split a full pie five ways. It was one of the few memories you had of your family all together without arguing. Even Sam cracked a smile that day, his moody outbursts under control for once. 

As you sat in your mind’s replica of that diner’s corner booth, you wondered what Steve was doing in the real world. You hoped he wouldn’t actually judge you for the things you said, the way Vecna wanted you to think he would. 

Suddenly, the Key Lime Pie sitting in front of you exploded into a mess of crimson. You screamed and stumbled out of the booth, blood seeping across the vinyl tabletop. 

Vecna had found you, and had you pushed against the wall…until suddenly, he was frozen,  levitating. 

A girl in a flower shirt with a shaved head appeared and threw him with her mind. He sailed through the window leading to the kitchen. You heard the clattering of pots and pans. 

“Holy shit!” you said. “Who the hell are you?” 

“My name is El,” she said. She came over and held your hand in hers. “Y/N, I saw you in the Void. I’m friends with your friends, and I know you’re facing Henry to save Max. Thank you.”

“Wait, the Void?” you said.  

“I’ll keep you safe,” El said. “I know my friends care about you. Especially Steve.” 

“How are you here, exactly?” you said.

With full sincerity, El said, “I piggybacked from the pizza dough freezer.” 

You blinked. “Uh…”

There wasn’t more time to talk. Vecna rose from the kitchen, a scathing look on his disgusting face. El told you to hide, and you did for a while, but then Vecna got the upper hand. You tried to whack him in the spine with a chair to help El, but that just made him furious... 

At some point, you got knocked unconscious. When you awoke, you were in a place of nightmares: in Vecna’s blood-red lair, tied up with vines. El was across the way, being terrorized by Vecna, also unable to move. 

“C’mon, Steve,” you mumbled, though you knew he couldn’t hear. “I need ‘Elegia’!” 

You waited for those familiar chords, that mournful, beautiful melody, but you heard nothing. Tears welled in your eyes—Steve must’ve decided you weren’t worth saving.

As Vecna made his way over to you, you heard a click and a scratch in the distance. An unfamiliar song started to warble through the landscape: 

“Heavenly shades of night are falling, it’s twilight time. Out of the mist your voice is calling, ‘tis twilight time.” 

You focused all your energy on the music, hoping another portal would appear like the one at the Family Video earlier today. The song skipped a few times, repeating, “Twi-twi-twi-twilight ti-ti-time.” 

“Pathetic,” Vecna said. He chuckled darkly. “You really think you can outsmart me again? I’m not giving you the chance to get away this time, Y/N. You’re the harbinger of the fourth gate.” 

He lifted his clawed hand above your head.

“Say goodbye, Y/N…”

You squeezed your eyes shut, tears running down your cheeks. You felt a dull, burning pain in your left leg, and cried out.

Wham! Suddenly, El was free from her trap, and she wasn’t done with Vecna yet. Now that he wasn’t focused on you, you could listen to the song. Another voice mingled with the recording, slightly off-key, and a portal appeared. There you were, floating in the air of the Creel House attic! 

You yanked yourself free from the vines and limped to the portal. 

The next thing you remember, your eyes shot open, and you sailed from the air. Gravity dropped you right into Steve’s arms. The two of you fell to the ground. 

It took a moment for the pain in your leg to register. When it did, you screamed.

“It’s okay!” Steve said, holding you tight in his arms. “I got you, Y/N, I got you. You did it. You survived!”

“My leg!” you moaned. “It hurts!”

You tried to lift your head to look at it.

“NO!” Steve yelled. “Don’t look at it. It’s…”

“Broken?” you croaked out. You glanced up at Steve, surprised to see his face bruised. “How bad is it?”

Steve winced. “You weren’t planning to become a professional athlete, right?”

“There goes my Heisman,” you mumbled. 

You noticed an unmoving lump of a person laying behind the lamp. It was the rude jock from the War Zone.

“What is he doing here?” you said. 

“Long story,” Steve grumbled. “But you heard The Platters, right?” 

“Who?” 

“The Platters?” Steve said, words spilling out of him so fast you could barely comprehend. “I noticed a record player in one of the bedrooms when we were looking for Vecna, and I saw the record for ‘Twilight Time’, so I brought it up here as a contingency plan. And thank God I did, because Jason—” He nodded in the direction of the unconscious jock. “—broke the Walkman and ruined Low-Life. I guess it’s good to know that any song can stop Vecna, not just your favorite. I was kind of afraid my singing voice would make you want to stay with Vecna.” 

“That was you singing along?” you said. 

“Yeah. I don’t know the song well. I’m just glad it was enough.” 

“I thought you gave up on me,” you said quietly. “That you didn’t want to save me because of what I said.”

“That would never happen,” Steve said, resting a hand on your cheek, eyes full of kindness and love—everything Vecna wasn’t.

“That’s twice now,” you said. “Twice in one day that you saved my life with music. Are you sure I don’t owe you anything?”

Steve shrugged. “Maybe pay for the movie tickets too?” he said, a small smile.

You tried to smile back, but the pain in your leg was becoming unbearable.

“Do you think this place has a working phone?” you said. “I think I need to go to a hospital.”

“Shit, right, right. Erica! Call an ambulance!”

*** 

After leaving the Creel House with Steve and Erica, the others met you all at the hospital for a status update. Nancy, Robin, and Lucas informed you all that although they gave Vecna hell—and Lucas shot his left eye out with the wrist rocket—he still somehow slipped away. However, neither you or Max could feel him anymore. He wasn’t dead, but he was defeated—for now. 

Eddie, Dustin, and Max fared well against the demobats, only getting a handful of bites and scratches each. Eddie’s name was also cleared by some higher-up government agents, who informed local law enforcement that Henry Creel was very much alive and the real culprit behind the recent murders. (Of course, they didn’t tell local law enforcement how he was a psychic monster that lived in another dimension. That would be too much for them to take.) 

Two days after those events, you sat in Steve’s backyard for an impromptu celebration of your temporary victory. Most everyone spent their time swimming, but they all took turns adding some colorful graffiti to your leg cast. The guests included friends that just arrived from California. It was surreal meeting El in real life, not just your mind. 

“Check it out,” a strange stoner named Argyle said. “I drew a pizza shaped like weed.”

The doodle in question was prominently drawn on your ankle. 

“Oh, my dad’s going to hate that,” you mumbled. 

Argyle handed the Sharpie to Steve, who took a seat in the pool lounger next to yours and started drawing something by your knee. 

“All right, Picasso,” you said. “What’ve you got for me?” 

Steve blocked his drawing with his free hand. “No peeking!” he said. “I want it to be a surprise.” 

You admired his profile as he worked, his brow furrowed with immense concentration. He looked so handsome…

“We can skip the movie tonight,” Steve said, “if you’re not feeling up to it.” 

“I definitely want to go,” you said. “We just need to give ourselves plenty of time to get there and get our seats—I move at a snail's pace on crutches.”

Steve, satisfied with his artwork, snapped the cap back on the Sharpie. Still looking down at his handiwork, he said,  “All done. What do you think?” 

He had drawn a bouquet of—daisies? Roses? Peonies? You couldn’t actually tell what they were supposed to be, but you loved them, nonetheless. Above the bouquet, written in a beautiful cursive script, it said: “NOT TOO LATE FOR YOUR HEISMAN. -STEVE.” 

“I love it,” you said, beaming.

“I’ll get you real flowers sometime,” Steve said. He looked up, and your noses were practically touching. His eyes widened. 

Before you lost your nerve, you leaned in and kissed him. 

He dropped the Sharpie in his hand, before wrapping an arm around your waist and kissing you back.

You weren’t sure what to expect next from Vecna. He wasn’t fully gone, and you were sure he'd try to come back for you again…

But for the first time since the Fourth of July, you chose to focus on your present moment instead of obsessing about the future or past. Your leg hurt like hell, but you were alive, and you had Steve and a gaggle of new friends to help you with whatever was to come. 

***

Tag List: scenesofobx @aeumi

A/N And that's it for this mini-series. Thank you to everyone who read along. :)

[baby-im-a-hallucinationnn]

Me: "Oh, I've got all these ideas, I'll write about these."

Jojo's Bizzare Adventure addiction:

Anywho, time to talk about JoJo OCs under the cut that'll happen eventually:

BTW starting at part 3 they all get 1 power cause Goldsboro blood or smth I just wanted to

Part 1: The Sun and the Mask (Don't know how I feel about this title)

Basic background to other parts cause I want a developed character backgrounds cause I swear I wasn't high when I wrote out these characters but it looks like I was

OC: Rebecca "Becca" Goldsboro

Lemme put it this way; if it wasn't 1890 and she knew diddly-squat about the LGBT other than "SIN!" She would be Trans-masc. Jonathan is the only one nice to her too.

Part 2: Roses and Bubbles (I'm working on the title plz leave suggestions cause it sux rn)

Cesear Zeppeli x OC

OC: Rose "Rosy" Goldsboro

Yeah, she just kinda vibin and occasionally saying sus stuff.

Part 3: Lightning (Title also sucks! I'm coming up with them as I write this :D)

Jotaro Kujo x OC

OC: Kasumi "Misty" Goldsboro

Crackhead energy. 1000% crackhead energy. And with a fast af electricity stand called Blue Lightning. Also in a band, cause... why not. Weird power is that she can like see dead ppl in her sleep but like... important to plot ppl. Like her grandfather, Cesear.

Part 4: Angel with the devil's eyes (This one kind of works ig???)

Josuke x OC

OC: Usagi Goldsboro

Crackhead energy 2: Electric Boogaloo. Also will murder anyone who talks shit about her friends on site, but you would never fuckin guess it cause she's got that petite Kawaii girl energy. Her stand is called Pink Thunder and it yells really loud. Her dad works out of country (Italy, hint hint nudge nudge). Weird power is that sometimes she'll just sit down to draw cause she's an artist and she'll draw past events (Bonus: Jotaro saw her just randomly doodling Kakyoin right after he died and that was... and experience.)

Part 5: Red-eyed hacker

Giorno x OC

OC: Georgia Silverthorne

Chaotic Gremlin + Crackhead energy 3: Syrup Village Arc. U totally thought she wasn't a Goldsboro, didn't you? Yes, but actually no. Her mom is Usagi's. She's just raised mostly by her mom who's incredibly abusive and she doesn't know who her dad is. Also it's "Red-eyed" bc everyone else so far and continuing on has bright ass Green eyes and hers are red. Normal eye color is boring. Her stand is called Techno Glitch and it's like normal stand, but it has to be programed by hand from a floating computer cause it sounded cool in my head so I said "yeah that." Weird power is that she sorta sleepwalks into the other 2 living Goldsboro's heads, like Usagi'll be dreaming and the 2 knew each other for a long time cause they have the same mom and stuff and Georgia will go "Ayo, what u dreaming about?" And Usagi will jump like 6 feet in the air.

If you can't tell by the length of that wall of text, she's my favorite

Also I'm skipping part 6 cause Jolyne is literally Kasumi's daughter, we don't need to sweet home Alabama this stuff

Part 7: Oh, to be young again

Johnny Joestar x OC

OC: Lucie "Lucky Lu" Goldsboro

Has that "popular yet still a good person" energy rarely found in my generation, or at least just in my school. Her stand is called Boomerang, and I'll let you figure out what it is. Only thing is that it's a person holding them, not an actual boomerang. Also 110% horse girl energy, but not in a cringy way Her weird power is that she has an insane amount of luck, hence her nickname.

Part 8: Rock n roll all night

Gappy x OC

OC: Rin Kaneko

Crackhead energy 4: Tsuzumi Mansion Arc, mixed with small but noticeable amounts of Undertaker from Black Butler and Hu Tao from Genshin. She just woke up next to Gappy, no memory of the last 2 months, and went "Ima just follow around this dude and help him remember his shit first." Her stand is called Ragged Glory and it's a guitar, but it doesn't just play music if you pull the strings, nonono, it also generates a random effect from a defined list because I only have so many sides on a die, and it's great. Her weird power is that she is well aware of the TimeLine reset in the end of part 6 (The one that left me crying cause all my Husbandos are gone now) and the memories and experiences of our past characters live in her and just surface at random.

I might make one for JoJo lands, depends on how I feel about it, dunno

[teacupcollector]

The Undead Kind of Love: Part 1

Main Masterlist Series Masterlist

Pairing: Vampire Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: When Y/N’s art project lands her in Romania she is met with very peculiar circumstances. Such as a weird old man speaking mythical nonsense, murders of both people and animals, an oncoming threat to her life, as well as her mysterious yet very hot next door neighbor with a weird obsession with beetroot juice.

You came to the Romanian capital for your college class. Your major was in Art History and you found that throughout your class you enjoyed different types of Folk Art and you enjoyed Romanian Folk Art the most. So you decided to sign a slip to study abroad to a country of your choosing and so you chose Romania. You were tasked to study the art and make your own as well as write an essay on the culture you encountered on your trip. So here you are, in Bucharest sitting at a small park bench, food in hand which had a beautiful view of ‘The Arch of Triumph’ You had your small notepad that you use to take notes on what you see for your essay but as of right now you are doodling with the infamous arch way as the sole subject. As you finished your food you begin to pack up and put your pencil and notebook away then stand up. Your next stop was the “Dimitrie Gusti National Village Museum” It is about a seven minute walk from where you are now so you begin your journey.

With your backpack over your shoulder you begin your seven minute trek when something caught your ear. It was coming from ahead of you as you make your way to the entrance of the museum. “Pleacă de aici (Go away!)” A man cried. He seemed out of his mind! He was yelling and touching patrons in an effort to diverge them away from somewhere. “trebuie să pleci acum (You must leave now!)” You weren’t sure of what to do so you just stood there staring. That was your first mistake. He immediately made eye contact with you and charged in your direction. He was spitting nonsense and you couldn’t understand what he was saying. “Părăsi! Părăsi! (Leave! Leave!)” You understand that word so as you go through your imaginary index cards you have for the Romanian language you ask “De ce? (Why?)” The man seemed confused at what you were asking. “Mort! (Dead!)” You look at him even more confused and he sighs angrily “Vampire! Here Vampire!” You look shocked. You knew this man was crazy but not this crazy! He begins to grab on to your arm in a firm grip when he is suddenly ripped off of you. “Destul! (Enough!)” You see a pair of what looked like officers pulling the man away from you. “Atenție! ( Be careful!)” The man cries. “nu ieși noaptea! (Don’t go out at night!)” The police officers are taking him away in the direction of the main road. “Morții merg pe timp de noapte (The dead walk at night!) That was the last words you heard until he was out of ear shot. A wave of strangeness incased your entire body. You felt uncomfortable so you decided to leave. ‘I’ll come here some other time...’ You think to yourself as you find yourself walking back toward the main road and away from the museum and the woods that surrounded it.

Your walk home was unnerving. You wouldn’t say you were a paranoid person or even a believer in the paranormal but the man did strike a fear in you. You use to love vampires when you were a kid. You dressed up as one for three years straight for Halloween. You went through that weird Twilight phase of putting dots of sharpie on your neck and drinking red Kool-Aid in middle school. To say you weren’t a vampire fan would be a lie but that man seemed to know more. I mean you are in Romania so it is to be expected? You sigh as you get closer and closer to your apartment complex. Your backpack seems to be getting heavier with each step you took up the stairs. You enter an outdoor hallway that is connected to the stairs you just went up and look back to the world behind you. As the chill of the Autumn air sets in and you shiver. You turn to your door and take out your keys that were provided for you by the school. 

As you jiggle the lock you hear a door open next to you. You look to your left and see a man step out. He is wearing a brownish leather jacket and a red shirt underneath. He has a cap on top of his head as his umber brown hair surrounds his face. His side profile was a chefs kiss. He had a well defined jawline accompanied with just the right amount of facial hair from what you could see his face stood stern and unmoving until they landed on you. He had equally stern baby blue eyes as he stared into you (E/C) ones. His eyes seem to have a storm behind them. He had an intimidating look to him and the air around him was intense. You felt like you couldn’t breath. His eyes were like a black hole and they were sucking you in but you weren’t sure if you wanted to escape. That brief moment felt like a life time as you are swallowed by those broken eyes. He just looks at you and walks away.

When you got inside you decided to do a little research. Your roommate has yet to return so you decided to use their computer. You go to the local online news paper and begin to look at some articles. You go to the settings in the corner of the screen and hit the translate button. As the site reloads you begin to read. Multiple headlines flash across the screen as you scroll until a specific one catches your eye. “Local Farmer Finds Cattle Slaughtered” You scroll down to see pictures of said cattle. They are strangely skinny and their eyes are sunken in, there is a chunk of meat missing on a few parts of its body -mainly around the neck area- Scrolling down more you see the museum you were suppose to go to. There was a picture of the man you encountered holding onto somebody. Looking closely you can see that it is you! You didn’t realize that you were being photographed. Luckily it was of the back of your head so no one saw your face, but it would be a cool story to tell to your friend later. As you continue to stare at the man you decide to do even more digging. You decide to look up vampires and the influence they have in this culture. What you found was interesting but you weren’t sure if it was accurate. Then again how can something mythical be accurate? You decided to write down the name of a library that is close to your apartment complex and head there tomorrow. You decide to exit and shut off the computer putting it back on the coffee table where it belongs. You get up and decide to see what you have in the fridge. Turns out there was a whole lot of nothing. ‘I really need to go to the market tomorrow...’ You think to yourself as you reach for your phone looking at different take out places. You choose the type of food you wish to eat and made sure to write down the pronunciation of each items on the menu so you can be sure to say it correctly to the best of your abilities. By the time you are done ordering your roommate walks in and gives you a small wave. You wave back to them before continuing to wait for your food. You look out the sliding door of your balcony to see the sky is pitch black. You feel a shiver go up your spine and make your way to the sliding door and shutting the blinds. You take a few steps back and calm your breathing. You don’t know why you feel so worked up over nothing but you guess that your paranoia is getting the best of you. You walk to your roommates room and knock on the door. You hear a quiet ‘come in’ so you open the door. “Hey I just wanted to let you know that I got us some food and it will be here soon.” They smile and nod and you exit the room shutting it behind you. You don’t know how long it has been but you started dozing off on the couch when you heard a knock on the door. You quickly get your wallet and approach the door opening it. You expected your food to be here. What you didn’t expect is the person holding your food in their hands. “Oh it’s you!” You exclaim making the man you saw earlier today flinch. You blush red in embarrassment. “Sorry Uh-” You begin to try and speak some Romanian but the man cuts you off. “Your food got delivered to my place...” You look even more shocked. “Oh right. I’m so sorry!” You pop your head around the corner of the door way looking for the delivery person. “Where did they go?” You ask looking up at him. “They left...” He murmurs. “They wouldn’t have left without payment... Did you pay for my food?” You ask suddenly feeling guilty. He nods. “Why don’t you come i-” “No it’s fine.” He says holding out the bag of food to you. You look between him and the food. As you look closely you can see his hand. His hands look tough, fingernails are well kept with veins protruding and leading up his arm, but the thing that caught your eye the most was how his fingertips and some of his hand was stained red. “Is that your blood!? Are you okay? Did you hurt you hand?” You ask taking the food in which he takes his hand and wipes it on his jeans even though there is no liquid on it. What ever it was you hoped it wasn’t blood because it must have been there for a while to have stained it. “No I didn’t hurt my hand. I spilled some beet root juice.” He says quietly. “Oh... Okay...” You say slightly weirded out. “Well good night.” He says before walking away. You are stood there for a moment before you call out “Good night! How do I-” You hear the sound of his apartment door slamming shut. You were debating on going over there to say something but your thoughts were interrupted by your roommate calling out to you. “Hey what are you doing with the door wide open? Is the food here?” She asks and you sigh “Yeah I’m coming in.” You say as you step back into the apartment and shut the door. A/N: I used Google Translate for the Romanian So I’m sorry if it is off. A/N: This story is for a writing challenge hosted by @lokithealligator A/N: The bolded words is number 46 in a prompt list made by @pitaparka​         -Please check both of them out they are amazing!

[pandemique]

hI!! i love your art and was wondering if you could make a tutorial showing how you paint stuff? only if you can! it's just really pretty !!

hi nonnie! thats very flattering !! i’m sorry i dont think i’ll be very helpful bc i’m a mega noob as well :D but i’ll try my very best <3

my process is very tailored for speed instead of quality (oops soz LOL) so i do suggest this for if u have short doodle breaks ⬇️⬇️⬇️

thumbnailing (for comics) -> lines (sketch who?) -> bucket tool/color drop in the base color -> color in the lines -> one multiply layer for a “base” shadow (in the vid below its purple!) -> one (1) render/paint layer a.k.a lawless no man’s land

full rendering process & more general painting tips below the cut‼️

NOTE: i’ll be focusing more on traditional/fundamental tips for stylized art because i’m sure there’s a much more effective way in digital. I truly do only use one normal layer for render... i think this is bc before i made this blog, my only prior experience in drawing is middle school art class, so all i know is traditional painting on one layer.... pray i can answer this again in the future with something smarter lmao

🌺 MY PAINT PROCESS

1. Choose a color scheme!

It doesn’t have to be set in stone like below, but i at least keep in mind the color range i’d like to use depending on what i want to convey (ex. soft pastels for soft fluff, or warm colors for happy vibes). I try to be as limited as possible for base colors because I tend to go ham when painting, you’ll see later AHAHA

2. Base coloring + Base shadow

Base -> bucket tool in the color scheme (I know other artists are against this but when i discovered the bucket tool in digital art I immediately divorced manual coloring i’m sorry i loved you tho bae) (this is why my style and lines are simplistic as they are, so the color drop works!)

Base shadow -> in theory, warm-colored light creates cool-colored shadows and vice versa. because i’m a fluff addict i mainly use warmer light, so i like using blue/purple as the shadow. generally u can’t go wrong with complementary colors!! (yellow light & purple shadows / orange light & blue shadows).

I make a new multiply layer (decreased opacity just bc i like things soft okay) and clip it on the base layer, then block in the areas i think would get blocked from the light.

3. Color in the lines!

for simplistic styles i swear this works wonders. i just clip a layer to the lineart and manually color the lines with a darker but more saturated version of the base color. it just tends to look more dead i guess with low saturation lol (ex. u can see above i use both peach and red or pink for lines of skin, i guess it implies the blood under the skin too. or something :D)

4. RENDERRRR

when i’m not in a rush i just paint things completely (and mindlessly), but here are the things i almost always do:

line the shadows with a saturated color! i’m not sure this is common but i love it lol, in almost all my doodles just check the shadows—on the edges, there’s bound to be a wild color :D (usually its the light color, shadow color or a color scheme color but sometimes i’m just like boY do i loVe piNk)

my art major friend told me about saturated colors on desaturated bases and my life was changed forever lol. u can see below even when my base is very grayyy, my rendering is very gay :D ❤️🧡💛💚💙💜

make the shadows darker where i think they should be darker. usually i can just colorpick from that darker, saturated lineart color!

if it’s a more realistic piece i usually make the highlights lighter, but in simple doodles i find it unnecessary, and i dont like how light/white it looks :( i tend to just make the areas exposed to light more saturated

color in the rebound light~ in reality there’s usually not only one primary light source, at least there’d be secondary light from where light bounces off objects. in art we just emphasize that! so in large shadow areas, or in areas close to other objects/colors, i like to ‘splash’ other colors on

yeah this part is less intuitive for beginners and u have to learn a grasp on the concepts over time, like for lighting and structure. values can be more important than color, so i do suggest learning shading first before coloring, but only if u like (u can always be like me and just pull up references when u dont get how the light would fall on some materials :>). i have more general paint tips below! don’t give up okay, i believe in u nons, we’re all still in the eternal learning process together ( •̀ᄇ• ́)ﻭ✧

5. OOOOHHH SHINY ✨🤩

this step is just me being mesmerized by how easy it is to play with lighting in digital. i play around with the layer settings (multiply for shadow, overlay for light, and often try out the other settings too!). my favorite effect is the highlight glow thing, where u just make a copy layer of the highlights below the original layer, and blur it slightly so it looks like glow ✨✨🤩 overpriced acrylic could never

6. COLOR ADJUST / EDIT

Truthfully i usually skip this step, but my more pro friends really vouch for it!! i think definitely an incredible thing with digital is that u can edit proportions and even color after you’re done. i think they usually use like the curves adjustment layer in photoshop until they get colors they like, but for me, well, in a reaally diligent day i like to slap on the “auto” fliter in the iphone’s photos edit button lmaoooo

🌺 GENERAL PAINTING TIPS

learn basic theory: i think theres free courses everywhere online, but heres a few things u might like to have a basic understanding of: color, perspective, shape language, lighting, composition. don’t sweat it too much tho, it should be fun to explore the concepts!

and for drawing hoomans: proportion, gesture, expression, and veery basic anatomy. i find that overall forms are so much more important to learn than like detailed anatomy bc u can always look it up lol

but remember, u mostly want to learn the rules so u know better ways to break them :)

uuuuse manyyyyy referencessss every time u draww!

^this includes other people’s art — when u see good stuff, figure out why u like it and apply it to ur own art

get feedback!!!!

draw tons!!! brainrot helps !! ;D

aaand thank u for coming to my ted talk! sorry for the ramble nonnie, i hope u got something out of this lol

[nataliedanovelist]

GF - Their Girl

Loosely based off of several cases that have, unfortunately, taken place in schools.

Mabel defends herself when a boy touches her, only to be the one to get in trouble. Not on her grunkles watch.

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“In 1930, the Republican-controlled House of Representatives, in an effort to alleviate the effects of the - Anyone? Anyone? - the Great Depression, passed a - Anyone? Anyone? - a tariff bill. The Hawley-Smoot Tariff Act, which - Anyone? Raised or lowered? - raised tariffs, in an effort to collect more revenue for the Federal Government.”

Mabel leaned back in her desk chair to stretch. It was cold in the high school, but luckily her seat was right in the sunshine, warming her up like a lizard on a rock. Her baggy yellow sweater fell off her left shoulder and she let it without giving it much of a second thought, then watched some birds on a tree as the Economics teacher droned on.

“Did it work? Anyone? Anyone know the effects? It did not work, and the United States fell deeper into the Great Depression.”

Tenth grade was too young to learn about something so boring. This was for suckers who paid money for it, like college students. Mabel held her breath to keep herself from snorting over her own inner thoughts. Grunkle Stan would be proud of her, she thought, and her thoughts wandered to him and Grunkle Ford, until she was snapped back into reality. Literally.

“Today, we have a similar debate over this, anyone know what this is? Class? Anyone? Anyone? Anyone seen this before? The Laffer Curve.”

A boy behind her (his name slipped her mind at the proper moment) was playing with her exposed bra strap. It felt like he had grabbed it, barely pulled it back, and let go. At first, she thought maybe it was an accident. Unlike, but possible. But then it happened again, this time the boy pulled the bra strap far enough that when he let go it slapped against her skin a little. It didn’t hurt, and the teacher’s boring voice drowned out the noise, but still.

“Anyone know what this says? It says that at this point on the revenue curve you will get exactly the same amount of revenue as at this point.”

Mabel turned around sharply at once and gave him a deadly glare. “Stop it.” She whispered firmly.

The boy grinned menacingly, and sneered just as quietly, “Make me.”

Mabel whipped her head back, making sure her long ponytail hit him in the face, but though her actions stopped him for a moment, soon he was back to pulling on her bra strap, each time pulling back farther and farther.

“This is very controversial. Anyone know what President George H. W. Bush called this in 1980? Anyone? Something-D-O-O Economics. Voodoo Economics.”

A loud snap sound echoed, a yell of pain and aggravation, and then Mabel Pines stood so sharply her chair fell backwards, turned around, and punched the jerk in the face, left-hook boxing style.

“Ms. Pines!” The teacher scolded loudly.

The whole class was on the edge of their seats. All the kids had seen what happened; the ones sitting closest to the pair had been well aware of what was going on since the beginning. While they were hopeful the jerk would get what’s coming to him, they all knew that wasn’t likely. Not under the most sexist teacher’s nose.

“To Mr. William’s office. Now.” He growled.

“But he was touching my bra!” Mabel defended. “He was invading my personal bubble even though I told him to back off!”

“It’s a very small classroom, Ms. Pines. And maybe he wouldn’t have touched it if you didn’t have it out for the whole world to see.” The man said coldly and pointed to the door. “Now please leave my classroom.”

Mabel knew there was no point in defending herself. She did a quick glance around the room to see if anyone would defend her, but no one looked ready to jump into the line of fire. She understood why. This guy had a bad reputation. Mabel loudly stuffed her notebook filled with doodles into her backpack, took it and her small purse, and stomped out of the classroom.

She did manage to catch the blood coming out of the boy’s nose and grinned.

At Mr. William’s office, the sweet secretary with old-lady glasses offered her a mint and was very nice to her. But soon Mr. William entered the room and had Mabel enter his office. Apparently the teacher had called ahead so Mabel didn’t have to tell the principal what happened, leaving the girl to feel like she was walking into the Lion’s Den.

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Dipper left his Robotics class to meet up with Mabel, who normally would be leaving Economics, so they could walk to their last class, Language Arts 10, together. Economics emptied pretty quickly thanks to the boredom, so Dipper was a bit confused when he didn’t see his twin sister out in the hall, and wondered if she was in the bathroom.

He saw a fellow student who shared Mabel’s Economics class, Rose, leave the ladies’ room, and so he asked, “Hey Rose, is Mabel in there?”

She shook her head. “Nah, didn’t you hear? She got sent to the office for punching Jeremy.”

Dipper grinned with pride, but it quickly went away; Mabel would only do that if Jeremy was doing something. “What’d he do?”

“Smacked her with her own bra strap.” Rose pulled down the neck of her t-shirt and demonstrated, “Like this.” And she pulled her bra strap and let go, making it snap.

“Are you kidding me?!” Dipper yelled and his eyes landed on the teacher to his right, standing with his arms crossed and looking out for rule-breakers.

The young man growled in his throat like an angry dog, ready to tell the jerk off, but he felt a buzz in his pocket and pulled out his phone while Rose walked away. Dipper calmed down a little, sighed, and walked to the lockers to lean against them as he responded to his newest text. He had no intention of going to Language Arts. He’d be on his way to the office soon enough in case his sister needed him.

~~~~~~~~~~

Ford re-read the maps and plans for Spring Break with an exciting grin all over his face. Soon the kids would be out of school and take a bus to the pier where he and Stan had docked the Stan O’ War II, then they would sail alongside the California shore, fishing, sailing, and occasionally swimming, for a whole week. They had been planning this since the holidays, when they had all facetimed for five hours while the old sailors were on the shores of the Netherlands. The kids had practically begged to go on the boat with them, and so they agreed to sail alongside Russia and visit California, planning to then re-visit Alaska quickly before sailing down to Oregon for the summer.

Stan climbed up from the cabin below as he pulled on his white t-shirt. “How much longer until the kids are free from prison?”

Ford rolled his eyes and checked his watch. “Ninety minutes. And it’s a twenty minute drive, so it’ll be about another two hours, Stanley.”

The youngest of the pair by fifteen minutes groaned and collapsed on the couch. “I could always hotwire a car and we could see them now. We can pretend one of us died and so we need the kids now.”

“Stanley, no.”

“Stanley YES!”

Ford chuckled and rolled up the map. “Text them if you miss them so much.”

“Maybe I will.” Stan snorted and pulled out his phone to text in the group chat. “Surviving okay, kids?” Just a casual greeting, and he and Ford were pleasantly surprised to get a little buzz back not a minute longer.

“Not really.”

Stan raised an eyebrow while Ford had his back to him and was organizing his papers. “Why? What’s wrong?”

Little dots appeared and reappeared. Stan knew what that meant. Dipper was being careful how he answered. Stan decided to check, and sure enough Mabel hadn’t even seen the texts yet. When he got a small paragraph back, Stan nearly crushed his phone in his fist. “WHAAAAAT?!”

Ford jumped a foot in the air and held his chest. “Christ, Stan, what…”

“Check your phone, Genius! We’re going to Piedmont. NOW!” And Stan slapped on his beanie and stormed out of the cabin of the ship with a slam of the door.

Ford picked up his phone, which had been lying face-down on the table, and once he was caught up on messages, he matched his twin’s anger and made sure his ray gun was in his blue hoodie as he left.

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Mabel sat in her chair with her arms crossed over her chest, letting Mr. Williams go on his tangent. According to the school nurse, she had broken Jeremy’s nose. Good. That’s what he gets for touching her. But apparently Mr. Williams disagreed, saying things like how her actions were unlawful and that she had no right to punch another student.

“Under no circumstances should you ever punch a fellow student, Ms. Mabel.” Mr. Williams said firmly.

“But he was touching me!” Mabel quickly injected, in some effort to defend herself. “He was pulling on my bra strap and smacking me with it! And I told him to stop, but he wouldn’t leave me alone.”

Mr. Williams snorted as he reached into his desk. “Well maybe next time you won’t wear such revealing clothes? How else are people supposed to pay attention to the lesson?”

Mabel felt her heart drop. She looked back down at her sweater, her purposely baggy yellow sweater that she had knitted herself a few months ago. This sweater - in fact, none of her sweaters - had ever been a problem before. Mabel plucked at her top and said in a quiet, timid voice, “But I made this.”

Mr. Williams glanced up from what he was writing for a second, before mumbling bitterly with his cold eyes on his paper, “Let the professionals make your clothes, okay? If you don’t want to find yourself in trouble then try wearing suitable clothing.”

Mabel felt her entire face turn red. She was so angry and so hurt and she saw no possible way out of this, so she decided to bite her lip and hide the lower-half of her face in her sweater, shrinking in her seat and lifting her yellow sweater up a bit.

“Now, I am giving you three weeks of detention.” Mr. Williams said. “Two for violence and invading a student’s personal bubble, and one for breaking dress…”

The door opened sharply. Mabel turned and her jaw was wide open to find her great-uncles at the foot of the office. At first she was jubilant to see them again, but then terrified to see them so angry. She had never seen them so mad. She knew they could be scary when they wanted to, but they had always seemed like soft old teddy bears to Mabel, what with their fluffy gray hair and warm hugs and squishy tummy-tums to snuggle against. Mabel was a little unhinged to find their faces darkened with anger. She could see a vein popping out of Stan’s forehead. Ford appeared to try to be collected, but his aura was as black as an imploding star, matching his brother’s quite well.

Mabel stood on shaking knees. Her uncles softened, ignoring the cold look Mr. Williams was giving them, and Stan was at her in an instant, with Ford right behind him, rubbing her shoulders and looking over her. “Mabel, sweetie, are you okay? Did he hurt you? I swear to Moses if that…”

“I’m okay, Grunkle Stan, I promise.” Mabel soothed, trying to smile, but she was still really nervous. “I… Wow, it’s great to see you guys, I missed you, but why are you here?”

“Dipper contacted us.” Ford said softly. “Said you were in trouble. What exactly happened?”

“She pu-...”

“I didn’t ask you.” Ford growled at Mr. Williams. Mabel actually shivered. She was so used to hearing a smooth, warm, comforting voice come from him, that hearing it growl like an animal like that startled her. “I am talking to my niece.” His eyes moved back on Mabel and he was instantly much warmer and not as scary. “What happened, pumpkin?”

“I was in Economics when this boy, Jeremy, was plucking at my bra strap.”

“Please show us exactly what he did.”

“Does it matter?!” Stan snapped. “He touched her!”

“Stanley, please,” Ford gave him a firm look, then returned his attention back to their girl. “Humor me.”

Mabel nodded in agreement. She had pulled her sweater down so it had covered both shoulders and sagged a bit on her chest. Now she moved it so her left shoulder was completely exposed, and she pinched at her strap. “It started like this,” She barely lifted it up, having little effect or sound. “But then after I told him to stop, he did this.” And Mabel pulled back far enough that when she let go it made a harsh slapping sound against her skin.

“Wait a minute,” Stan had caught a glimpse of it the moment she lowered her sweater. He gently turned her to look at the back of her shoulder, and he saw red. Literally. Her skin was reddening from the aggression. Not enough to swell or require ice, but enough to indicate just how invading and violent the action had been.

Stan was growling in his throat. He squeezed Mabel’s forearms reassuringly and said, “We’ll handle this, pumpkin.”

“Gentlemen,” Mr. Williams said firmly, still acting professional and snobbish. “Your niece here has violated several school rules and even went as far as to break a student’s nose.”

“You did?” Stan asked and patted her back. “That’s my girl!”

Mr. William’s nostrils flared. “Gentlemen, that is not what we should be teaching young…”

“While breaking cartilage is unfortunate, sir,” Ford said coldly, stepping forward, “It’s abundantly clear that she was only defending herself. Not only did the boy have no right to touch her, in any sense, in any manner, she was even gracious enough to give a verbal warning before she acted as she had to to get the boy to stop.”

Mr. Williams crossed his arms over his chest and snarled, “Well maybe if she hadn’t dressed in such a distracting way Mr…”

“Oh HELL NO!” Stan marched forward and slammed his fists down on the desk so hard he actually left cracks in the wood from the impact. “YOU’RE NOT PLAYING THAT GAME, ASSHOLE! NOT ON MY FUCKING WATCH!”

Ford made no attempt to silence his twin. In fact, he was smiling cunningly, like a policeman letting his dog go after the target. He gently walked Mabel to the door and ushered her outside. “Why don’t you wait outside, my dear? Dipper is waiting for you with a snack and some water to calm your nerves, you look a little shaken.” He said quietly.

Mabel dipped her head and smiled, unable to find the words, but Ford understood and closed the door after her.

Dipper was, in fact, there with a package of peanuts and bottled water in his hands for her. They sat in the cool office, listening to the conversation. While exact words were muffled by the walls and door, it sounded like Stan and Ford both were yelling and cursing at the principal. While Dipper and Mabel probably should have been more nervous, they weren’t; they were calm and they both knew that everything would be okay.

About half an hour later, just when the old men’s throats were getting a little sore, they left, leaving Mr. Williams to try to kill a small fire on his desk. Stan swiftly pocketed his lighter and smiled warmly at his kids. “Let’s ditch this hellhole.”

~~~~~~~~~~

Mabel was sipping some hot chocolate with extra marshmallows while Dipper was in the shower and her uncles elsewhere on the boat. She rubbed her shoulder with her free hand, elbows on the table, as she thought about the day. While she was grateful to not be in trouble and that the whole situation was over, it didn’t feel over. At least, the feelings it gave her hadn’t gone away.

The door opened and she smiled to see her favorite uncles coming inside. “Hey there, pumpkin.” Stan greeted warmly, but grew a little concerned. “You okay?”

Mabel blinked and tried to make a more convincing smile. “Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?”

“That principal rattled you pretty good.” Stan pulled out a chair and sat next to her, rubbing her back. “C’mon, what’s on your mind?”

Mabel looked down at her hot drink, sighed, unsure of how to properly express her emotions, but managed to settle with, “It wasn’t fair.”

“No, it wasn’t.” Ford said firmly and stood on her other side. She looked up at him and the old scientist said, “What happened to you was completely unfair and should never be tolerated.”

Mabel nodded in agreement. “It’s just that… not only should Jeremy not have touched me, but you’d think people would have my back for defending myself, but… they made it seem like it was my fault…”

“Mabel Pines,” Stan moved his hand to her shoulder and squeezed gently. “That was not your fault. You did nothing wrong. You dress how you want and punch any guy that touches you if you don’t wanna be touched, and don’t let anyone tell you you should act differently.”

Mabel smiled weakly and nodded. “Okay.”

Stan chuckled and ruffled her hair. “That’s my girl.”

“Now hold one minute, Stanley.” Ford teased and wrapped Mabel up in a one-armed hug, making her giggle and hug him around his waist. “You were always terrible at sharing. She’s my girl, too.”

Stan smeared playfully and tickled Mabel’s ribs to loosen her grasp on Ford, pulling her into a big bear hug as she laughed. “Nu, uh. My girl.”

Mabel rolled her eyes as the twins only kept up the charade for another minute, filled to the brim with appreciation and power.