#lime green danger boys

[persimminwrites]

made a togruta oc finally. his name is cyrus <3

some face details below the cut bc i like how he turned out :)

[dearly-somber]

Cat & Dog | txt

-> pairing. txt & f!reader

-> genre. fluff, found-family

-> rating. 13+

-> w/c. 2066

-> warnings. none!

-> a/n. I liked this one a lot 🥴

-> collection. songfic

-> started. Sept. 6th, 2020 @ 02:19

-> fin. Aug. 21st, 2021 @ 22:14

-> edited. Thurs., Oct. 25th, 2022 @ 20:55

Why did you think adopting not one, not two, but five hybrids would ever be a good idea?

Yeah, sure. You had originally only settled on adopting one, but when you were told that this group was bonded you couldn't find it in yourself to split them up, let alone leave them behind.

"Alright, that’s the last of the paperwork! We'll be coming to inspect how the hybrids are doing in three months time. If we think that they're unhappy or being mistreated, we'll take them from you." The one employee said with a smile, handing you the boys' collars, all color coded and with their names on them.

There were leashes too, though you put that in your bag since you didn't want to completely restrain them.

"Thank you,” you mumbled, bowing as you left the small office to be met with a group of hybrids waiting outside for you nervously. When you came out they stood straighter, smiling at you with bright eyes. You laughed a bit awkwardly, bowing to them before giving them the most confident smile you could muster... Which turned out to be not so confident.

"Hi, guys. My name is Y/N and I'll be caring for you from now on." You cleared your throat, fiddling with the hem of your sweater. "I'll do my best." You said solemnly before clearing your throat one last time and going to put on everyone's collars, since you had already put your contact details on the inside. The first one you attached was to the tall brown haired hybrid, his Sheppard ears flicking excitedly as you neared him. His tail wagged at a fast pace, making you smile at him. You stood at just below his shoulder, so looking up to him had butterflies flying into the sides of your stomach. If you could, you wouldn't have them wear collars, but it was required by law for them to wear collars if they were in public to:

1. Show that they weren't stray or escaped and therefore potentially dangerous.

2. Be able to find their owners if they happened to get lost.

"You're Soobin..?" You asked the boy, your voice raising nearing the end to turn the statement into a question. He smiled at you as he nodded his head vigorously, his dimples making themselves present and attacking your heart.

"Yep!" He said cutely, his tail still wagging madly behind him.

"차, here we go, Soobin!" You said as you finished attaching his collar, standing back to admire how well the dark purple fit him.

Next was the eldest and one of the two cats of the group, a gorgeous gray tabby hybrid. He watched you closely, and the way he held himself practically screamed 'dripping with confidence'.

"Yeonjun?" You asked, feeling your heart hammering against your chest. You were pretty sure that they could all hear how loud it was beating, which made it ten times worse than it would've been.

"The one and only." He said, grinning at you cheekily while you leaned over his shoulder to attach his respective collar, a lime green color. You moved it slightly, swallowing nervously as your fingers brushed over the back of his neck. Immediately after Yeonjun was, who you believed, was the second youngest of the group and the last cat hybrid. You had been told that he was a Siamese hybrid, and immediately you were intrigued. Siamese were rare where you lived, so having one of your own would be a nice bragging right to have among your co-workers. You had apologized to him sincerely, telling him that you had forgotten his name to which he replied with a gentle smile.

"That's alright, noona. I'm Taehyun." He smiled at you, eyes boring through your soul. He had a shockingly deep red collar that highlighted his sharp features, which you told him quietly, making him blush.

Then, it was one of the most energetic of the lot, it seemed: A Jack Russell hybrid who was practically bouncing around on the balls of his feet, unable to hide his excitement. "Beomgyu." He said simply before you had even opened your mouth to speak, a grin plastered on his face at the way you pressed your mouth into a firm line. You attached his black collar to his neck, having to lightly push him away since he had moved forward to sniff your hair curiously.

And last but not least was the youngest, Heuningkai. You had remembered his name purely because it was so unique, and you were sure to tell him this. He grinned shyly, nodding his head and thanking you in a small voice. He was the other giant, probably only a few inches shorter than Soobin. His collar was a pretty white color, complimenting his creamy Corgi colors well. It was something that you hoped to God wouldn't get filthy, because it would be a pain in the ass to keep clean otherwise.

"Right. Before we leave this building, I have an important first rule." The boys' ears perked attentively as you addressed them, making you nervous again. They gave you their undivided attention and man, was your heart weak. "If you're outside on your own and you get lost, my number is on the inside of your collars. Your phones are waiting for you at home, and everyone's numbers have already been added to each phone, including my own." They nodded, looking at you with wide eyes and small smiles. With a grin you made them follow you into the van you had bought on a bit of a short notice, having to get a car big enough for everyone. Though it was still a bit crowded, Heuningkai and Taehyun squeezed together in the middle with Yeonjun and Beomgyu on the sides, Soobin sitting in the passenger seat.

What you had noticed first was that it seemed as if Soobin was the leader of the band of hybrids, which was to be expected, really. You think you remember hearing that he was second oldest, with Beomgyu being the 'middle-child'. While the thought popped into your mind, you looked into your rear view mirror. "I almost forgot to mention, but I'm a year older than you, Yeonjun." You said with a smile, turning back to the road to turn into that oh so familiar road.

“오디가요?” You heard Yeonjun ask from the backseat, and you couldn't help but smile.

"I wanted to make a quick stop at a café, to get something to drink. I hope you don't mind?" You asked the guys, looking around the car questioningly.

"No, it's fine!" Soobin said with a smile, his dimples springing out once more. You giggled, poking his cheek and unintentionally making him blush.

When you walked into the café, you ordered drinks for everyone, only Yeonjun having come with you to help you carry.

Heuningkai had gotten a hot-chocolate, Soobin settling for a plain and simple coffee. Taehyun got a frupachino, and Beomgyu got tea. When you asked what Yeonjun wanted, he had said he wanted an Americano, so that's what he was currently sipping at, your Iced-Tea standing out among the aray of warm drinks.

You arrived home a little later, showing them their room, the bunk-beds and one single bed in the room. "I dibs the single bed!" Beomgyu called with a grin, making you chuckle.

You clapped your hands together. “I'm going to start on dinner. Why don't the five of you go and watch some television in the mean time? The TV's out front." You said with a smile, the others scattering to the living room at a surprising speed.

You scrolled through your phone before setting up the group chat, the others already haven taken their phones. You looked up when you noticed Yeonjun, a smile spreading across your face. "Hey, Yeonjunnie. What's up?" He smiled at the pet name, tail flicking behind him as he came to stand next to you.

"그냥.. Wanted to see how dinner was coming along." He said with a somewhat hidden smile, sipping at his Americano.

"Ah, Yeonjun?"

"네?"

"You have something on your lip—"

"What? Where?” He wipes over his mouth. “Did I get it?"

"No, 여기~" You turned to stand in front of him, gently swabbing away the cream that had been on the corner of his upper lip... how it had gotten there though, you had no idea.

Yeonjun stood there with the straw of his drink still wedged between his teeth, tail stiff and ears leaning forward. You giggled cutely, flustered at the way he looked so dumbfounded by you, turning back to the food.

It was a few weeks later, and you had just come back from a quick run to the store to get the boys some new clothes, coming back home with well over five bags filled with mostly hybrid clothes, having gotten yourself one or two hoodies and a new pair of sneakers and jeans that you had liked.

You were sitting on the couch with Beomgyu, watching as Yeonjun and Soobin played Mario Cart together, laughing at the way they started screaming at each other angrily when the other pushed them off of the track or into some kind of obstacle. Beomgyu hadn't taken off his new hoodie since leaving the store six hours ago, and as cute as it was on him, you thought that he should at least've washed it first. You snapped a quick photo of him in it, posting it to your Facebook account that had recently gotten filled with pictures of you and the boys.

"Noona, come here~" Beomgyu hummed, bringing you to his chest to hug you to his form and rub his face against you. You giggled, lifting your arm to lightly pet his head, ruffling his hoodie ever so slightly. The action made him hum contentedly, holding you close to him as he put his chin on your shoulder. As soon as Yeonjun and Soobin ended their round the two of them turned around.

"Yah! We want cuddles too—" Soobin said with a pout as the two of them managed to also get some form of contact with you, Soobin playing with your fingers as he sat in between your legs, your hand resting over his Adam's apple, Yeonjun purring into your stomach as his hair was played with.

Later that same night, you were in your room reading when there was a knock on your door. "어? Hyunnie? What's wrong?" You asked, sitting up when a tired looking Taehyun walked toward you. He got under the covers with you, hiding his face in your side as he wrapped an arm around your waist.

"I had a nightmare and can't fall asleep..." He explained, holding you closer. "Can I sleep here for tonight, please?" He asked with a solemn look on his face.

"Of course, Hyun. Whatever makes you comfortable." You hummed, playing with his hair for a bit before watching him fall asleep and falling asleep yourself. Since then, it was a normal occurrence for Taehyun to share your bed, the others also joining you every once in a while.

It was the day after the examination, and you were quite bubbly, happy that you officially got to keep the boys. "Noona, are you even helping?" Heuningkai asked you with an angry pout, stopping as he dried off the dishes.

"Ah, yeah. Sorry, Hyuka. Did you say something?" You asked, continuing with your scrubbing.

"No, I didn't. But you just suddenly stopped moving."

"Yeah, well I was thinking—"

"Abour what? Donuts? Don't you think you should cut down on the—"

"Yah!" You shouted at him, a smile spreading to your face as he laughed, smiling at you brightly.

"Be glad I love you, Kai. Or else I would've broken your nose." You warned the Corgi hybrid with squinted eyes, a playful grin on your face.

"Yeah, yeah, you liar. You wanna play some basketball after this?" He asked, making you scoff over-dramatically.

"What a dumb question to ask—"

You stood there silent and stunned, watching as Hyuka giggled evily.

"Did you just splash me... With dirty water?" You snarled at him in disbelief, eyes shining dangerously.

"Possibly?"

"You piece of— get over here!" You screamed, laughing at how dolphin like he sounded while screaming, running outside towards the guys for help and hopefully protection.

[shootingstarwritings]

Acidic Emotions

Scott had been able to escape. His son was just lithe enough to escape out the basement window. The thought of that was almost comforting to Mr. Wilson as the gelatinous creature lurched closer to him.

The lime-green creature had become about as large as the doorway it was passing though. In fact, it almost seemed to struggle to fit through.

With a deep sigh, Mr. Wilson stared down the creature with a defiant glare. He had seen the way it had dissolved pieces of the couch the couch, his shoes, and several other items. Whatever composed the creature was likely acidic. Now that it had its prey, Mr. Wilson, trapped, it eagerly “rushed” as much as a limbless cube could do.

Mr. Wilson sighed and shut his eyes. He tried to reposition himself to allow blood to flow back into his thighs, but quickly stopped with a hiss of pain. In trying to outrun the creature, he had fallen down the steps and either broke his hip or badly dislocated it.

Scott, bless his soul, had tried to help him. Though about to enter a prestigious college, Scott was still blissfully unaware and inexperienced in the danger of the world. Before he wasted too much time on a lost cause, Mr. Wilson roughly grabbed his wrist.

“Go get help, boy. Go on, get outta here!” Mr. Wilson had cringed at his son’s hurt expression as well as his own foul tone. Yet… what else could he do? He could only hope that his son had enough sense to escape and not look back.

“Just wish it was a quick death,” Mr. Wilson muttered as the slime now stood before him. It transparent mass jiggled like jello and distorted the light that crossed it in an otherworldly manner. Mr. Wilson tilted his head in confusion as he peered deeper into the slime. It didn’t move to attack him, and yet its body still seemed to twist and contort.

Mr. Wilson saw himself, but not quite himself. It was a reflection that was much happier and practically bursting with life. His posture was much better, his smile was nearly blinding with none of the usual crookedness his own did, and his eyes—lime tinted as they were—were hypnotic to look at.

“I… I-I… I understand.” Ignoring the burning pain in his hip, Mr. Wilson crawled over to the creature and slowly dove inside.

The inside was cool yet oddly warm. It was as if the liquid-like specimen was caressing and massaging his body with thousand of fingers. He kept his mouth shut, afraid of swallowing any of the slime. However, the erotic sensation of having all the pores and hairs of his rubbed and worshipped caused him to nearly moan and scream in pleasure. His legs whipped back and forth, thighs quivering as he wished both for sweet relief and for the slime bath to never end.

Feet, chest, armpits, and neck—all of them were touched and loved in a way they had never been before. The pressure continued to build in Mr. Wilson’s core as dark spots danced in his vision. Precum built up at the tip of his cock, bouncing and trembling with every passing second. Then, just as the pleasure began to melt his brain, Mr. Wilson opened his mouth to moan.

The slime took its chance to strike. It flooded into Mr. Wilson's mouth in a relentless torrent. However, Mr. Wilson could no longer even panic. All he could do was indulge and convulse in pleasure as the creature overtook his body.

It only took about five minutes. All that remained was just slivers of lime-green essence scattered throughout the floor and the man that contained the creature's essence. Mr. Wilson's body licked its lips before rising into a sitting position. It looked down at its new vessel, head tilted with curiosity as it stared at the tattered remains of its shirt. For whatever reason, the material didn't react well to its chemical composition.

Well, it didn't mind. With a pleasure groan, the creature stood up and began to pace around the room, testing out its new beefy thighs and large feet. Just the simple act of walking was a brand new world to the slime. Soon after it began to jog around the room, body jiggling and bouncing as it moved without care. Mr. Wilson's injured hip was completely cured. All the slime did was lock back into place and replenish the torn muscle. It was an easy fix for one so linked to Mr. Wilson's body.

A voice called into the basement. Then, footfalls. "Hey, Bill? Uhh... Howdy?" The slime paused, suddenly feeling a rush of embarrassment--something no doubt left over from the slime's absorption of Mr. Wilson's mind--as another man descended the stairs. No, not only that. It was a familiar face. A family friend, Jon, scratched the back of his neck as he approached. "The hell happened to yer clothes?"

A stream of memories revealed all the slime needed to know. Jon was an old friend of the family--oftentimes coming by to help either move a couch or help with a leaky pipe.

"Jon!" The slime said, mimicking Mr. Wilson's voice without flaw. It stopped to adjust the hard-on hidden in the remnants of Mr. Wilson's tattered jeans. Something about pretending to act like Mr. Wilson seemed to give a rush of domination of the slime. It was unlike anything it had felt before.

However, it had a more pressing concern. The man right in front of him was... enticing. A rush of affection washed over Mr. Wilson's body, and the slime eagerly indulged in that tidal wave of chemicals. Lust, love, confusion, self-loathing--it was a vast spectrum of emotions that it had never been able to experience before, not until that very moment.

And so, the slime approached Jon and placed a hand on his arm. Jon initially flinched away from the touch. "Uhh, hey Will, ya sure yer okay? Yer actin' strange."

"Not strange," said the slime, using Mr. Wilson's cracked and crooked lips to smile fondly. How long have these lips remained unused? it wondered, briefly lost in its own thoughts. "I just... want you to understand how much you mean to me."

A film of lime green briefly flashed over Mr. Wilson's eyes. That was enough for a spell of lust and confusion to fog over Jon's mind. Though still unsure of the situation, his resolve against the slime weakened. Skin met skin as sensual shockwaves rocked both of their minds. The slime wanted more pleasures of the flesh while Jon's heart began to race.

"Kiss me," said the slime through Mr. Wilson. Jon nodded and threw himself onto Mr. Wilson. The two men fell back onto the floor. Jon's weight gave the slime a comfortable pressure on its borrowed chest. It wasn't unlike a weighted blanket--another experience it had plucked from Mr. Wilson's memory.

The two made out for several moments, grinding and humping against each other. Then, Jon pulled away and began to slip off his shorts with one hand. "Been waitin' so long fer this...!" he whispered, smirking to himself as he revealed he had been going commando the whole time. "Fill me with yer cock, Bill! Plug me fool."

The slime was only too happy to oblige. It threw Mr. Wilson's head back as Jon rode the cock like a cowboy. "C'mon...! C'mon, cum fer me, boy." Jon muttered wildly, sweat causing his shirt to cling to his skin as he worked his hips like magic.

Then, it happened. The slime felt Mr. Wilson's core tense up before it found itself shooting loads of cum into Jon's ass. "Yeeeee-haw!" cried out Jon, flexing his arms as he rode out his own climax. The slime giggled to itself as it felt the warm semen splatter all over Mr. Wilson's face. However, as the sensation of its climax began to wane, the slime felt parts of itself shoot out of Mr. Wilson's cock alongside the cum.

"Hey--woah! Damn, Bill, ya cum like a stallion!" said Jon, finally growing suspicious. "H-Hey, what the fuck--?!" He let out a strangled cry as his limbs began to grow numb. "B-Bill, get help. Ple-Please...!" The slime, head resting on its borrowed hands, just grinned as Jon struggled.

From the memories it had, the slime knew that Mr. Wilson's son might just come back in a vain effort to save his father. Perhaps he could also dump a fat load of itself into him. It could already feel euphoria as Jon's mind and plugged hole filled its long list of experiences.

"Keep riding me, Jon. C'mon, cowboy!"

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The thrill of your newfound power lingered as you walked home. A shiver danced down your spine—a delicious mix of fear and exhilaration.

You were no longer just Y/N. You were something more, something... powerful.

Reaching your house, the murmur of conversation drifted from the kitchen.

Inside, you found your mom chatting with a couple perched at the table—Hiro and Shisuki, your parents' old high school friends.

You vaguely remembered them stopping by a few weeks ago to celebrate your dad's promotion.

Hiro, tall and tan with a shock of lime-green hair and light brown eyes, flashed a friendly grin. Shisuki, his wife, offered a wan smile. She was pale and slender, her lavender hair mirroring the color of her eyes.

You noticed something subtly off about them. You couldn't quite put your finger on it.

Your mom, ever watchful, intercepted you before you could linger. "Y/N! There you are, sweetie. Let me see those hands." Her voice held a familiar edge of worry as she inspected the scrapes from your encounter with Bakugo.

Before you could protest, she whisked you upstairs, muttering about "rough-housing" and "being careful."

With a sigh, you resigned yourself to a quick bath. Wrapping a towel around your head, you picked up a rag and began drying your hair as your mom hurried downstairs, called upon by your dad to help entertain the guests while dinner simmered.

Alone in your room, the afternoon sun casting long shadows across the floor, you replayed the scene in your mind.

The memory of your helpless rage, the shove that sent Bakugo sprawling— it all felt distant now, overshadowed by the chilling realization of what happened next.

The way Bakugo crumpled, his whimpers replaced by a strange, terrified silence—it was like you'd flicked a switch, taking control of him not with your body, but with your will.

Suddenly, the image in your mind flickered. Bakugo's tear-streaked face contorted, morphing into an older visage. Golden-brown eyes, framed by a mess of unruly blond hair, stared up at you with an unsettling intensity. A wide, toothy grin stretched across his face, revealing a chipped canine tooth.

The boy—no, the young man—held a chainsaw in one hand, the whirring blade a constant hum against the silence. Yet, despite the weapon and the wildness in his eyes, the most unsettling aspect was the way he looked at you.

It wasn't just fear or submission; it was a kind of god-worship, a bizarre adoration that promised nothing but utter obedience.

The distorted voice echoed in your mind, the words spoken with a reverence that bordered on obsession. "You... have control..."

You blinked, the mental image dissolving like smoke. Your heart hammered against your ribs, the echo of the phantom voice lingering in your ears.

The room seemed to vibrate with your nervous energy. You grabbed a stray pillow, squeezing it until your knuckles turned white.

This power... it was intoxicating, a forbidden fruit that promised both dominion and danger.

The memory of Bakugo's terrified face warred with the strange, exhilarated feeling of controlling the distorted figure in your mind. It felt wrong, alien, yet strangely exhilarating.

You practiced the word in your mind, a mantra of your newfound power: "Control." The word resonated within you, a dark promise of possibilities. Curiosity gnawed at you. Could you do it again?

Glancing out the window, you saw a familiar sight—a plump robin perched on the sill, its head tilted inquisitively.

This little visitor often graced your window ledge, a welcome distraction from the monotony of your days.

Today, however, it served a different purpose. It was a test subject, a pawn in the game you were starting to play with your own abilities.

With a slow, deliberate movement, you pushed the window open a fraction. The robin cocked its head again, then with a bold chirp, hopped inside.

It fluttered around the room for a moment, its bright red breast a splash of color against the now-beige walls (you utterly despised the pretty-pink-princess aesthetic and threw an absolute fit until it was gone).

A cruel amusement bubbled within you.

This was your domain now, and this little creature was subject to your will.

You focused your mind, picturing the bird in your control. "Fly." You willed the bird to take flight.

It obeyed instantly, launching itself from the floor in a flurry of feathers. You guided it through the air with your thoughts, a puppeteer manipulating its movements.

The bird performed aerial flips, swooped low to the ground, then ascended again in dizzying spirals.

A giddy smile stretched across your face as you willed the robin to perform another daring maneuver. It swooped low to the ground, skimming the throw rug with its wings before launching into a spectacular corkscrew climb.

You felt a surge of exhilaration, a sense of power you'd never known before.

This—this was your Quirk!

Suddenly, the urge to share your newfound ability with your parents overwhelmed you.

You bolted for the stairs, the excited chirp of the robin echoing in your wake. Reaching the top of the stairs, you paused.

Your parents were in the living room, your mom topping off two glasses of whiskey for their guests.

"So, how's Y/N doing these days? Anything new?" you heard Hiro ask, his voice laced with a hint of amusement.

"Oh, you know," Wino replied, his tone dismissive.  "Same old, same old. Still no sign of a Quirk manifesting."

A bitter taste filled your mouth.

Here you were, bursting with the revelation of your newfound power, only to be dismissed by your own father.

Hiro chuckled, the sound sharp and unpleasant.  "Poor kid. Stuck being Quirkless in a world like this.  Rough luck."

Your father laughed along, a hollow sound that grated on your nerves.

Mei, ever perceptive, picked up on the shift in the conversation.  "Dinner will be ready soon," she announced, her voice laced with annoyance.  "Wino, please try not to discuss such sensitive topics about our daughter while I'm here." With a huff, she turned and stalked back towards the kitchen.

The tension in the room was thick enough to cut with a knife.

You stood frozen on the stairs, the joy of your discovery replaced by a cold anger. They didn't believe in you.

They pitied you.

You stared at them, a cold emptiness settling in your chest. Their flippant dismissal of your prior Quirklessness, the way they treated it like a minor inconvenience, stung more than you cared to admit.

Without a word, you turned and retreated back up the stairs, the robin fluttering after you with a soft chirp.

Reaching your room, you sank onto the bed, the bird landing gently on your shoulder. Staring down at the bird, a flicker of defiance sparked in your eyes.

A small smile tugged at the corner of your lips. You reached out a hand, gently rubbing its soft feathers.  Focusing on the bird, you willed it to fly away.  "Fly," you whispered the order once more.

The robin launched itself into the air, soaring effortlessly around your room. A surge of satisfaction coursed through you. You could do it again.

You were powerful.

For the next hour, you spent time honing your newfound ability. It was like playing a video game, but with a living creature as your avatar.

You sent the bird on dizzying spirals, weaving through furniture and dodging obstacles with practiced ease. But as minutes turned into an hour, the thrill began to wane.

The bird, once curious, now fluttered erratically, its tiny body exhausted by your relentless commands.

You released your control, and with a tired chirp, the robin landed on your outstretched finger. You stroked its soft feathers, a sense of boredom replacing your amusement.

A different idea took root. You remembered the innate feeling that nearly swallowed you as you willed Bakugo under your control.

With a deep breath, you focused on the bird, visualizing a pressure building within its tiny body. Staring intently at the robin, you willed that invisible force to constrict its organs.

The bird froze, its bright eyes filled with sudden fear. You broke eye contact and released the pressure. It chirped weakly, its body trembling.

You hadn't seen any outside physical harm, but the raw terror in the bird's eyes was enough.

The robin let out a relieved chirp and took shook its feathers, before looking up at you, waiting for its next command.

As the bird sat before you, a surge of exhilaration washed over you.

You hadn't just controlled something; you'd inflicted pain, a mere taste of the power you now wielded.

A chilling realization settled in your stomach—this wasn't just dominance; it was manipulation on a terrifying level.

Suddenly, a familiar voice jolted you from your introspection. "Y/N! Dinner's ready, honey!" It was your mother's voice, laced with a warmth that seemed to pierce the fog of darkness clouding your mind.

With a sigh that carried the weight of the world, you sat the bird down and pushed yourself off the bed, heading downstairs. Every step felt heavy, a chore rather than a movement.

As you reached the bottom stair, something strange caught your attention.

It was a smell. Not unpleasant, but amplified.

Your mom's familiar scent of lavender soap and cinnamon rolls mingled with the sharp tang of cleaning supplies. But these were just base notes. A new layer of perception had been added.

You could smell everything with a startling clarity.

Your father's cologne, a cloying mix of citrus and musk, suddenly seemed overpowering.

Shisuki's perfume was a sickly sweet floral that made your stomach churn. Hiro's scent was worse—a combination of stale beer and something vaguely acrid, like sweat that hadn't quite dried.

Reaching the bottom of the stairs, you came to a screeching halt. The world smelled different, and not necessarily in a good way.

Then came sight.

You recognized the scene unfolding before you—your mother setting dishes, your father laughing with a man by the TV. But a chilling disconnect settled in your gut.

You knew who these people were supposed to be—your parents and their friends, Hiro and Shisuki. Yet, their appearances seemed...wrong.

Your mother turned, her smile widening at the sight of you. "There you are, sweetie! Come sit down, dinner's ready."  She gestured towards the table, her familiar voice a grounding presence amidst the sensory overload.

You shuffled forward, eyes glued to the couple beside your parents.

Hiro, you vaguely remembered, was tall and tan with brown eyes and lime green hair. Shisuki, his wife, was pale and slender and had hair the color of lavender with matching eyes.

But staring at them now, their features seemed blurry, their colors muted.  Like someone had smeared their image with dirty fingers.

You tried to focus, to etch their appearances into your memory.  But the harder you concentrated, the more their forms dissolved, details slipping through your grasp like sand through your fingers.

Panic clawed at your throat.  What was happening?  Why couldn't you remember their faces?

A sudden realization dawned on you. The heightened sense of smell came at a cost. You could now only distinguish people by their scent, but your ability to differentiate faces seemed to have dulled.

It was a strange trade-off, one that mirrored how a dog identifies others through scent.

You had gained a quirk, yes, but it came with a price—quickly, you darted your eyes down to your plate, unable to bear looking at the distorted couple any longer.  But even that small movement seemed to draw attention.

"Honey, is everything alright?" Mei's voice filled the room, laced with concern.

You wanted to scream, to blurt out your questions: Were those really Hiro and Shisuki?  Was your mind playing tricks on you?  But the words wouldn't come.  The fear was paralyzing.

Stealing another glance at the couple before forcing your eyes back to your plate, you mumbled, "I don't feel very hungry anymore."

Your mother's eyes widened significantly, a hint of worry flickering across her face.  "Oh, sweetie," she began, her voice taking on that fretful tone you knew all too well.  "Is there something wrong? Maybe you don't like what I made? I could fix you something else—"

Before she could launch into a full-blown worry spiral, your father cut in.  "Y/N," he started, his voice heavy with irritation, "stop acting childish and just eat your dinner."

The room fell silent.

You felt a prickle of defiance rise within you, but it was quickly squashed by the overwhelming confusion and fear.

You stared up blankly at your father, then reached across the table for your water glass, taking a slow sip before setting it back down with a clink.

"You know what—" your father started, his voice rising in anger.

But before he could explode, Shisuki interjected, her voice firm but strangely calm.  "Wino," she said, clearing her throat slightly, "why don't you take a breather? Maybe go outside for a smoke or something?"

A beat of silence followed, then Hiro spoke up, his voice warm and friendly.  "Yeah, man. Take twenty.  We'll keep an eye on things."

With a heavy sigh, and a final glare in your direction, your father pushed himself away from the table.  "Fine," he grumbled. "But someone's gotta go get some dessert. There's nothing decent in this house."

Without waiting for a response, he stormed out, leaving a heavy silence in his wake.

As soon as the front door slammed shut, the air crackled with a tension you hadn't noticed before.

Shisuki, with a cruel edge creeping into her previously saccharine voice, leaned towards your mother and remarked, "Honestly, I don't know how you two deal with it, Mei. All that screaming and tantrums—it's no wonder people are rethinking having kids these days. It honestly makes us so grateful we don't have to deal with any of that with Yumi."

Hiro, previously sporting a smug smirk, let out a bark of laughter that grated on your nerves.  "Yeah, Shisuki's right. Yumi's such a sweet, well-adjusted child. Always top of her class, never a complaint," he chimed in, his voice laced with a smugness that turned your stomach.  "Y/N? She's a walking advertisement for abstinence if I ever saw one."

The words struck you like a physical blow.  Your breath hitched, and a hot ember of anger ignited in your chest, growing with each passing insult.

You clenched your fists so tightly your nails dug into your palms, but it wasn't enough to contain the surge of power that threatened to erupt from within.

Your mother, bless her heart, attempted a feeble defense. "She's just going through a tough phase, that's all," she stammered, her voice wavering. "She'll grow out of it."

Shisuki scoffed, the sound harsh and dismissive. "Oh, honey, this is more than just a phase," she condescended, her eyes flickering towards you with a cold, calculating gleam. "What you need to do is take her to a professional. There are specialists who can deal with these...issues."  Her voice dripped with a false sympathy that made your skin crawl.  "After all, I am a child psychologist. I've seen my fair share of troubled youngsters."

Wino's absence hung heavy in the air, his departure emboldening the couple like vultures sensing weakness.  They felt free to dissect you like a lab rat, their words slicing deeper with each cruel pronouncement.

Mei, clearly struggling, could only stammer a weak response, overwhelmed by their condescending assault.

Then, a horrifying realization dawned on you. They weren't just talking about you—they pitied your parents for having you, while in the same breath, celebrating their own perfect child.

A dangerous glint flickered in your eyes, mirroring the growing inferno within your chest.  The memory of Bakugo's compliance surfaced, a chillingly sweet reminder of your newfound power; the image of the robin, tweeting in alarm, hapless and in your mercy.

For a terrifying split second, the world seemed to blink. Shisuki was crumpled sideways, her head lolling at an unnatural angle as crimson bloom spread across her once-pristine white blouse, a silent scream trapped behind her lips.

Hiro slumped forward, his chair clattered onto the floor, eyes wide with terror as a similar stain blossomed on his lime-green shirt. The metallic tang of blood filled the air, a sickening counterpoint to their choked gasps and desperate clawing at empty air.

Their bodies convulsed into a grotesque form of flesh and bones, their lives draining away before your very eyes.

The image was so vivid, so real, that you almost choked on a gasp. Your breath hitched, the taste of iron flooding your mouth. But before you could succumb to the darkness, a flicker of self-preservation sparked within you.

No, they won't get the better of you.

With a deep breath, you wrestled the power back in, forcing it down into the churning depths of your being.

Slamming your fork down on the table, the harsh clang echoed through the room, effectively halting the conversation.  All eyes turned to you, surprise etched on their faces.

"I'm not hungry anymore," you declared, your voice surprisingly steady despite the tremor running through you.  "Good night."  Without waiting for a response, you pushed yourself away from the table and headed towards the stairs.

"Honey, wait!" your mother called after you, her voice laced with concern.  "Are you sure you're alright?  Maybe I can make you a sandwich..."

You paused on the bottom step, the sound of her fretting already starting to grate on your nerves.  "No, really, I'm fine," you said, forcing a smile.  "Thanks anyway."

As you ascended the stairs, you could hear your mother's voice trailing behind you, a mixture of concern and indecision.

Reaching your door, you spared a final glance back at the scene unfolding downstairs.  Shisuki and Hiro were engrossed in conversation again, their faces devoid of any worry about your abrupt departure.

The moment you were out of sight, however, the conversation shifted.  Their voices, though lowered, were still audible.

"Honestly," Hiro scoffed, "what a useless child.  Quirkless and a constant burden."

Your mother gasped, a sound of wounded pride. "Hiro!" she protested.  "That's not fair.  And besides, Wino and I are Quirkless too, remember?"

Shisuki, her voice dripping with condescension once again, waved her off dismissively.  "Darling, at least you two contribute to society. Your husband's a decent accountant, and you tutor those college kids on the side. But what good is that girl?  She's a walking black hole of wasted potential. Honestly, she'd probably be better off in some kind of...  well, you know."

Their words hung heavy in the air, the unspoken implication a sledgehammer blow to your already fragile ego.

Your hand instinctively closed around the doorknob, knuckles turning white. A cold fury burned in your gut, fueled by their callous disregard for your feelings.

As the last of their conversation faded away, you finally closed the door, the sound a small act of defiance.

Slumping against the cool wood, you slid down to the floor, knees pulled tight to your chest.  Your fists clenched, nails digging into your palm until a crescent moon of pain bloomed.

The heat in your chest bubbled over, a volcanic rage threatening to erupt.  Your body trembled, wracked with a potent mix of anger and fear.

Flashes of the power you wielded, the intoxicating satisfaction of controlling Bakugo and toying with the bird, looped through your mind like a cruel highlight reel.

"I...need it," you muttered, the words barely a whisper.  The urge to unleash that power, to silence the voices that taunted and belittled you, was overwhelming.

But then, a soft chirp pierced the storm raging within you.  You glanced up to see the robin perched on your desk, its head cocked inquisitively.

The sight of the small creature, so full of life and innocence, was a much-needed anchor.

Taking a shaky breath, you pushed yourself to your feet, legs wobbly like a newborn foal.

Stumbling towards the bird, you reached out a hand.  It chirped again, a single, questioning note, before hopping onto your outstretched palm.

Walking over to the window, bathed in the soft glow of the twilight sky, you gently stroked the bird's head.  Below, you could see your parents saying their goodbyes to Shisuki and Hiro.

Their laughter, strained and forced, grated on your nerves.

Eyes going blank, you entered a state of intense focus. The world narrowed, the air crackling with invisible energy. Walking back to your bed, the small bird remained motionless on your finger.

You settled against the pillows, propping yourself up for a better view. "Fly." With a chirp, the bird nestled in your hand took flight around your room once again. Its tiny wings beat a silent rhythm as it zipped and zagged.

With a sigh, you dropped your hands, severing the mental connection.

Well, kind of.

The moment the bird was outside of your window, a harsh caw ripped through the air.

"Caw!" You recognized it instantly—the hunting call of the large falcon that had been terrorizing the smaller birds lately.

Right on cue, a blur of feathered fury streaked into view, diving for its prey

Just as the falcon was about to snatch the smaller bird in its talons, you clenched your fists, focusing your power inwards. It was a forceful contraction, like crumpling a piece of paper with your mind.

Staring intently at your clenched fist, you imagined the falcon instead. You envisioned every detail, its sharp beak, powerful wings, and piercing eyes.

Then, with a flick of your wrist, you imagined it crushed, its body crumpled like the paper you'd envisioned earlier.

A beat later, a sickening thud echoed from outside, followed by a strangled cry.

You scrambled to your window, flinging it open despite the cool night air.  Below, on the sidewalk in front of your house, a gruesome scene unfolded.

Shisuki and Hiro, caught completely off guard, stood frozen in shock.  Blood splattered across their clothes, a horrifying reminder of the falcon that lay lifeless at their feet, its body mangled beyond recognition.

You stared, the image searing itself into your memory. A wave of apathy, as familiar as an old friend, washed over you.

The dream, the impossible dream, of a life with Pochita—a family built on fear and adoration, flickered through your mind.

Even if you'd been devoured by Chainsaw Man himself, even if you'd been granted a twisted rebirth in that blood-soaked world, the machinations would have continued.

Schemes and plots would have brewed in the dark corners of your mind, always focused on the same objective: eliminating the blonde parasite, Denji, and securing your place at Pochita's side.

But here, in this mundane reality, such grand ambitions felt pointless.

With a sigh that carried the weight of extinguished dreams, you slumped back against the pillows.  The power you possessed was a burden, a constant reminder of the darkness that lurked within you.

Maybe, you thought with a flicker of morbid curiosity, there was a way to use it for good.

But for now, the allure of apathy was far too strong to resist.  You closed your eyes, the image of the lifeless falcon and the horrified faces of Shisuki and Hiro swirling behind your eyelids.

The future is now stretched before you, an uncertain path riddled with both possibilities and perils.

Would you become a conqueror, wielding your power for dominion? Or could you learn to control not just others, but yourself?

Who knows? But there one thing you do know...

The game had just begun, and the choice was yours.

***Ahh, denji my bby 😭❤️

[thank-you-doggo]

Welcome Home x Code Geass oc real

This is Crown, or Curroune. A silly ahh man

 "what if Wally was in the Code Geass universe?" then this silly man came to mind. I actually really like how he turned out fr omg.

inspired by Wally, and Lelouch. (specifically the emperor form/outfit and the Zero outfit.)

Name: Crown Royal (aka Curroune) gender: male height: 20'1 species: puppet doll age: 300 nicknames: Wallson, cupidare, sweetie, cupcake, frosting boy (friends only, hell smack the shit out of you if you do it unironically) Lovely (close friends only(

Likes: Hair products, frilly clothing (ex: parasols) his three besties, presents, gifts, makeup. Candy or caramel apples.

Dislikes: Lime, cheese, alcohol, violence (isn't afraid to whoop ass though) seeing his friends in danger, water, gross things like bugs and sour candy. getting his pompador messed with, losing, not having attention somehow, dirt.

Scent/scented: Green tea and White chocolate, candy apples.

Curroune (c) me

[kazenomegaminowanpisu]

My poly relationship with my yandere boyfriends

Warning:SFW, yandere boyfriends, slight fluff, poly relationships, commission, yandere relationship (I don't know much about yandere, but hope so you like it)

Feat: Sanji x y/n x zoro

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@tinyyellowtoad

Waking up every morning with your boyfriend's beside you. Both of them was hugging you tight. "ugh" you said as you tried to stand up and change you position. But you can't. "Sanji-kun" you said as you tap Sanji's cheeks. "Sanji wake up" you said. But Sanji didn't respond. He must be tired for cooking last night's party. You turn around and turn to Zoro. Zoro was snoring so loud. "Zoro-san wake up" you said tapping his cheeks. Zoro didn't respond. But you felt his hands went down to your waist. And he pulled you closer to him. You were surprised and didn't know what to do. "Zoro wake up" you tried to wake him up and with your noise. Sanji woke up and he was surprise seeing you getting hugged by the big stupid marimo. "Ahhh!!" Sanji immediately kick Zoro's face as he pull you closer to him. "Can you please stop hugging y/n" he said while hugging you tight. The green haired guy let out a groan as he stood up and look at Sanji. "What is your problem" he said as he scratch the back of his head. "You take y/n away from me!!" Sanji said angrily, Zoro look at you. "Can you please let me go" you said as you tried to remove Sanji's hand. "I just wanted to stand up, ok!" You said as you stood up. "good morning boys" you said as you turn to them with a wide smile. "can I have the morning kiss now" Sanji said as he approach you. You smile and cup his cheeks. "Wait!" Zoro said as he pull Sanji's hand. "Yesterday you kiss him first, it's my turn now" he said holding your hand. "well I think your right" you cup Zoro's cheeks and kiss his lips. "Humph!" Sanji pout his lips getting jealous at marimo. After the kiss you face Sanji. "Can I have my kiss now my Prince" you said as you hug Sanji and kiss his lips. "I love you too" you turn around and open the door. "I love you too love!!" Sanji said as he kiss the back of your head. "your so cheesey" Zoro hold your waist and kiss your forehead. "Well good Morning" Sanji immediately kick Zoro's face. "*Sigh* stop it!!" You said as you walk out of the room. Sanji and Zoro stop Fighting when they realize that your not in the room. "it's your fault!" Sanji said as he leave the room. "Today is Sanji day so y/n is mine!" He said. Zoro smirk. "If it's going to happen" Zoro leave the room and it made Sanji's blood boil more.

Having this two man in your life as a full time yandere on the win. Like they are always fighting over you

They don't like anyone approaching you. As is your just a little bit far away from their sight. And they were going to run towards your direction and they will you close to them as if your in danger. Lime you were just talking to someone. That was asking some directions and they give Him a big death glare. "Didn't you bring your map?" Zoro said as he look closer. "Go away before I kick your ass" he said as he raise his leg. "Sanji-kun" you said as you giggle.

"that person is just asking for direction!!" You said you pinch their cheeks. "Can you please let me walk alone for a while", you said. But they didn't obey you. Still wanted to come with you and take care of you. But they get brutal when someone approach you. Or even touch you without their permission.

But when it comes to you. Seeing them getting approach by woman made your blood boiled a lot. Seeing some woman was being so touchy made you mad. Touching and patting their shoulders.

You approach them and ask the woman what they want. "Your boys" they said while smiling at you. Zoro and Sanji was getting nervous. "Remove your dirty hands off my boyfriends!!" You said as you take your gun into your bag and point it into the girls. "Leave or die?" The girls immediately leave screaming.

"try me!!" You said and you were like going to kill them. But when you face Sanji and Zoro you were smiling at them. "hows my boys?" Both of them was scared but still manage to smile.

"you know what Zoro and Sanji, I love this relationship" you said as you kiss their cheeks. "This relationship is kinda yandare" you said as you stood up. "What is yandere" Sanji ask. You smile. "It's nothing" you offer your hand to them and they stood up, holding your hand.

Even this their soooo over protective. They are very sweet when it comes to you. But when you get hurt or someone approach you. They will brutal. They will punish the one that hurt you to death!.

Having them together as your boyfriend's will be the happiest thing you've ever had.

[dribs-and-drabbles]

as someone who's not well-versed in media color theory, what exactly does being blue/red/yellow/etc. coded mean?

Hi Anon! Thanks for this question. I'll preface this answer by saying that I'm in no way an expert in this topic but I can give you my understanding of the matter (and others can chip in too if they want).

tvtropes.org offers a simple explanation to colour use in media:

Vision is the one sense we humans rely on the most. We usually identify things by sight rather than sound or smell. It is for this reason that creators of visual media will make sure that things look different enough for the audience to easily recognize and tell apart. It can also be a form of visual shorthand for characterization, so that the audience can tell certain things about a character or setting without having to be told. One way to do this is to use color as an indicator that two things are different (when using different colours) or two things belong to the same category (when using the same colors). Color can indicate who is the good guy and who is the bad guy, they can indicate personality type, they can say things about gameplay elements in a video game, which organization or group the person belongs to, et cetera.

In different cultures, people have generally come to an agreement about what colours might represent in terms of emotions or personalities etc. These interpretations usually come from nature. For example, blue 'things' like the ocean or the sky bring to mind feelings of calm and stability, whereas red 'things' like fire or blood can evoke sensations of danger or love. Greens and browns are closely related to nature, thus can be relaxing or 'down to earth'.

Wikipedia lists some common associations...but this can vary across different cultures (and can change over time - for example, blue used to be a feminine colour whereas red/pink used to be masculine, now it is the opposite). In tv shows, characters are commonly colour-coded to not only set them apart from the other characters but to also help indicate their personality type. See @respectthepetty's own listing of what colours can mean with examples of characters from ql media.

With the romance genre, using colour-coded characters gives us the added visual representation of them accepting their feelings/becoming a couple etc when they exchange their colours.

Blue Talay in Puen's Pink/red (and vice versa) in Vice Versa. Red Pran lying on Blue Pat's colours (and vv) in Bad Buddy. Black/Blue Bi King in Uea's red (and vv) in Bed Friend. And Orange/Yellow Ink in Pa's lime green (and vv) in Bad Buddy.

Also, this is another great post in which @respectthepetty offers examples of the common colour choices used in ql media in Thailand, Korea, Japan, and Taiwan. And here's one which goes into more detail about The Eclipse and colours in Thailand and how they connect to tradition and other object symbolism such as the sun/moon/days of the week etc.

I hope this has gone some way to answering your question anon. I'll just add that, although there is a kind of universal understanding of the meanings of colour, they're not absolute truths. You can also make them mean what you want to. So if you see a character who quite often wears the colour blue, they might be stable and loyal...but they also might be passionate and loud, or a happy ball of sunshine...because more often than not people aren't just one thing, we contain a multitude of emotions and the labels we attribute to ourselves (or others) can change all the time. The use of the single colour, however, is just a helpful visual way of identifying and highlighting a character's persona.

Pat Napat Jindapat, a loyal and stable Blue Boy who also has a fiery passion and a sunshine core. And is one of the greenest flags to ever walk.

[two-red-lungs]

write literally anything with dwayne go crazy do what you want i am so starved for content i am begging on my knees like that of a mere peasant

Absolutely will do queen here's a stupid little one-shot for you

Walk This Way (Just Gimme a Kiss)

TLB Dwayne/Fem!Reader Fluff

"Wasn't me she was foolin' 'Cause she knew what she was doin' And I know love is here to stay When she told me to walk this way! Walk this way!"

The music was tinny and compressed through the tacky tourist souvenir shop. Even over Aerosmith and the low murmur of the frothing summer boardwalk crowd outside the narrow doorway, the distant roar of the surf was audible.

You ran fingers through the waterfall waves of custom-name keychains, nodding and sideling to the side so a wandering polo-clad tourist could pass you in the front aisle. All tourists stood out like sore thumbs when you knew what to look for. Red-flash sunburns, fat brimmed golf sun visors, dressing like their plane was aiming for Hawaii and crash-landed on the California coast instead. All sure-fire signs of non-locals.

People nobody would kick up a major fuss over. It was Santa Carla after all: officers and neighbors would tut and shake their heads, muttering about how the city got so dangerous at night, how they should have been more careful.

Dwayne always loved how sharp an eye you had. Little hawk, he'd called you once. The other boys had laughed and hooted, repeating it mockingly, but you liked it. Damn if that hadn't made you preen for the rest of the night.

Lone tourist clocked, you scanned the crowded tchotchke store for the familiar face you were so accustomed to, but caught a glimpse of salt-worn leather instead. Dwayne was bent over a display.

"Hey." Hands in the pockets of your denim vest, you knocked at him with an elbow. "C'mon. I've got eyes on dinner."

Dwayne slowly turned around. His expression was stoic, impassive and serious, framed by dark hair. And perched on the bridge of his strong nose, like a majestic tropical bird? The most garish pair of sunglasses you'd ever laid eyes on. Semitranluscent lime-green plastic flecked with gargantuan sparkles and black shiny lenses, all capped off with twin painted palm trees that grew up from the frame corners.

Your entire face was scrunching up in a vain attempt at neutrality. "Lookin' cool."

A beat of silence.

"...Cool." He echoed. His brows slowly raised above the frames.

You lost it, laughing into the back of your hand and swiping at his face to get rid of the horrid things. He ducked your clumsy human swipes easy enough, fingers only finding open air, before breaking into a slow, warm smile and plucking them off his own face. Dwayne settled the eyewear behind your ears and dropped it down onto your nose with a thunk.

"Wow. Thank you." You tried to deadpan, diaphragm still spasming. When he flicked some of your hair to the side, settling it around the arms of the glasses, you let him, figuring he was trying to salvage the look. But then he plopped a hot, broad palm on the crown of your head and mussed your locks and you squawked, batting him away.

Dwayne always laughed so low and warm, like a big cat. "You look stupid." He told you, satisfied.

"Oh yeah, who's fault is that?" You grumbled, yanking off the glasses and shaking your mane out in a vain attempt at returning it to normalcy. As you did so, Dwayne let filament-fine strands of your hair filter through his fingers almost possessively. He waited for you to set the glasses down on the rack before closing the few inches of space between you and craning his head down for a kiss.

Not so much a request, but a demand. One you eagerly conceded to. Dwayne was... oomph. A wall of force. A bull, a heavyweight, a tsunami, and that was on a good day. He was David's first pick for throwing a punch in a gang fight, and with good reason: you could feel strength almost humming inside him like a live wire. Passing like a current through his soft mouth, though his fine layer of stubble that rasped against your upper lip.

There were fingers messing with your vest pocket. The sunglasses returned to your posession. "Keep 'em." Dwayne rolled a noise in the back of his throat, pulling back just enough to look down at you through thick lashes. "It'll be your disguise."

"Disguise. Sure." Your voice cracked for a second: he made you crazy with alarming frequency. You could swear your tongue was buzzing where he had nudged it so softly, so fucking suavely, with the tip of his own a second ago. Fucking tease.

"Yeah. Put them on, you're some random goonie. Take them off, and you're my favorite girl again." He flashed you that smug, shit-eating smile, the smile that said I know I'm all that, I know I'm six feet of all the shit that makes you weak. I always know exactly what to say to you.

You opened your mouth. You closed it again. Dwayne's dark eyes twinkled. "Dinner's leaving." You croaked out eventually.

He hummed. "Fast food. Sounds good."

Then he was off like a shot, smooth-paced striding across the store and flowing around obstacles like water, and you were scrambling after him. The hunter and his loyal little hunting hawk. Tale as old as time, right?

[missmewts]

friends//maddy perez

pairings; maddy perez, she/her reader

rating; pg-13

warnings; slight language, use of the f slur (uncensored), cassie being fake af, use of the r slur (censored), use of the d slur (censored), slight mention of masturbation, poorly written in like, 30 minutes

“maddy, if i had a dick, i would fuck you.” you say. bb sat reclined on one of the armchairs in maddy’s room, one leg over he arm and the other spread away, a bottle of champage in her hand. “yoo, you ain’t a fag, are you?” kat hopped up from maddie’s bathroom counter, her eyes panicked. “i mean, it wouldn’t be a bad thing if you are.” she said quickly. bb nodded. “no shit.”

while you were still processing what happened, joint in hand, cassie crossed one of her perfect, slim legs over the other, leaning forward slightly into the makeup mirror, doing her eyeliner to mimick maddy’s. “i think the actual term is d.ke.” she said, using the nail on her pinky nail as a guideline. maddy sighed. “you all are r…..ed.” she sighed, relaxing on her bed and scrolling through her phone.

as you slowly got caught up, your eyes unfocused, you laid your head on maddy’s chest. her arm slithered beneath you, and came to rest on your shoulder, her fingers running through your hair. you noticed that goosebumps raised on your arms when her long, claw-like fingernails grazed your scalp. 

your hand ran up and down her bare stomach, her barely-there teeshirt just barely covering her tits, the bottoms still peaked out. your eyes ran down her velvet bell bottoms, a shade of purple to match the font on her shirt. her dark hair was pulled back into a bun, not quite neat but not quite messy. one of her pet peeves was her ability to never ever achieve a messy bun. you remembered that when nobody else did. you liked the look of gratitude she gave you every time you reached up to fix her hair when it held a bun.

“you wouldn’t need a dick, i would fuck you as you are.” maddy says, kissing your forehead. bb and kat left it, but cassie furrowed her eyebrows. you watched it in the mirror. “ew, maddy.” she said, going back to perfecting her cat eye. 

maddy lifted her head and lowered her phone onto her stomach. “what?” she said snarkily. cassie shook her head. “nothing. you just make everything so sexual all the time.”

maddy scoffed, sitting up. you groaned as your head slid off of her, raising your arm to keep the blunt from touching the sheets. “i make everything sexual? you’re the one who can’t stop talking about how her-“ kat made a loud noise, and the bickering ceased. “whatever.” cassie muttered, standing up and heading toward maddy’s closet. maddy laid back down, holding her arm out. you curled back into her, wrapping your arms around her waist.

another time this happened was the day after winter break came to a close. you, kat, bb, cassie and maddy were all hanging out at theo’s place, with permission from his parents. maddy floated on a lime green floatie, while theo, cassie, kat and bb played chicken fight. 

you steadily kept yourself afloat, your nose up being the only thing out of the water. maddy lifted her dark purple sunglasses to see you, watching as you made a slow beeline for her. she smiled at you when you straightened back up, resting your chin on her knee. her fingers found your hair, but she didnt run them through it because of her nails. you liked that you were the only one that could get her soft like this. you lifted your leg up, and placed it between maddy’s. she leaned to the opposite side of the floatation device, to even out the weight for you to get on. it rocked and dipped dangerously, but stayed afloat. eventually, with some effort, you were cuddled into maddy’s side, one leg ontop of hers, and one beneath, holding her thigh against you. her arm was wrapped around you, running over your shoulder. 

after a long game of cassie pretending to struggle against the young boy on bb’s shoulders, cassie dove off of kat and theo stood victorious. he turned around to make sure maddy saw, but she was preoccupied. her eyes were trained on you, and yours on her. soft eye contact that made both your stomachs flutter. theo sighed, before cupping his hands around his mouth. “maddy, i won!” he called. maddy looked over, and gave him a thumbs up. cassie wrung water from her hair, looking over. “seriously?” maddy squinted, sitting up slightly. not enough to disturb you, but enough for you to unwrap your arms from around her. “what?” she called back. “you give her all your attention. im still your fucking best friend!” kat cupped her hands over theo’s ears.

“suck a dick, attention whore,” maddy responded, before laying back down. you wrapped your arms around her again. and things went back to normal.

you knew maddy only saw you as a friend. a close friend and nothing more. but you couldnt help the thoughts that plague you at night, the thoughts of her loving you, just like you’ve always dreamed of. but it would never come true. maddy still loved nate. 

[alexis-royce]

Youuuuuu got it @windienine ! Updating an old post since the formatting broke on it:

Like any good OC gremlin, I have playlists for all my favs. The one I’ll put before the cut, though, is Kinesis’ theme song, written by Andrew Huang. He legit wrote it for Evil Plan. It’s both about my OC and it has a slick guitar theme that is just….EVERYTHING. It is the best character theme I have and I adore it.

Here’s a pile (though not even close to all) of character songs under the cut:

Evil Plan

Kinesis: Upside down - Barenaked Ladies, Defeat You- Smash Mouth, half the Dr. Horrible Soundtrack because of course, Evil Genius - Pat Benatar, Bank Job- BNL. A reader also once sent me “Sexy Supervillain” by Fanatical, and I laughed so hard I nearly fell out of my chair.

Alice: Science Vs Romance, Rilo Kiley , Do It - Spice Girls.

William: Vanishing, BNL.

Lemon and Lime - Sunday Morning - Maroon 5



Sire

Anna & Susan - Odds Are - BNL

(Cannot for the life of me find the rest of those playlists. I’m sure there were a ton. Anyway I know a fuckton of weird old musicals, it’s mostly them.)

morphE - Mage: The Awakening Campaign

Campaign Theme: Dark Blue - Jack’s Mannequin

Ammi: Esperandote - Rika Muranaka & Vanesa Quiroz

Sanguine (The First One) - Mister Blue Sky in G Major

Amical: Golden and Green - The Builders and the Butchers, Hurricane - Panic!, Killer Queen - Queen

Billy Thatcher: Every fucking song from Chess, The Musical, by Tim Rice and the boys from Abba

Hendrik Rakove: Hurt So Good - John Mellencamp, Lovefool - Spencer Day’s Cover, Love Me Dead - Ludo, Grace Kelly - BYU A cappella cover, Talk about You - MIKA, It’s All Been Done - BNL, The Show Must Not Go On - Harvey Danger, Circus- Drew Gasparini and Lindsay Mandez.

Talaiporia- Choke - I DON'T KNOW HOW BUT THEY FOUND ME

Andrew Cross: Camisado- Panic!

Closing Shop - (The weird experimental meta campaign that literally ate itself)

Steam Rising - Murder By Death, Devil’s Calling - Florence and the Machine, Talkin at the Texaco - James McMurtry, Keepin’ It Real - Barenak BLOW BY KESHA BLOW BY KESHA GET MY SONG RIGHT GET IT RIGHT, Sometimes the Line Walks You - Murder By Death

Exit Signs- Slashers/mixed nWoD Campaign

Season One theme: What if I’m Wrong - Damien Rice

Season Two Theme: I Wanna Get Better - Bleachers

Cyril: Disaster - Drew Weston, A Little Irony - Tom Milsom.

Dea ‘Exit’ DeLus: When I Grow Up - Tim Minchin, Break Your Heart - BNL, If I Had a Heart - Fever Ray, Crystalline - Bjork, Still - Ben Folds, Come Into My Head - Kimbra, Dinner at Eight - Rufus Wainwright, What You Know - Two Door Cinema Club, Big Dark Love - Murder By Death, Bitter and Sick - One Two,

DRT: Bitter Rivals - Sleigh Bells, Passcode - BNL.

Swing: Boogie Feet - Kesha.

Deirdre Whitman: Welcome to the Ball - Rufus Wainwright.

NonPlatonic Forms

I’m Gonna Win- Rob Cantor Boomerang - Lucy Schwartz, Hate that you know me so well- Bleachers, Jericho - Rufus Wainwright, Guster - Center of Attention, Toe to Toe - BNL, Give It Back to You - BNL, Limits -BNL (I apologize for nothing I love Silverball), Blood - ANIMA!, and of COURSE- Dead Inside by Patricia Taxxon!

- Other characters -

Channery Keene

Artificial Heart - JoCo, Erase Me - Ben Folds Five, Desperate Measures - Marianas Trench, Haunted - Maya Kern, Cake - Melanie Martinez, Bulletproof- La Roux, Cassandra - Area 11, Stolen - Greentree, Guster - Simple Machine, Make Me Feel - Janelle Monae, Could I Leave You - (specifically Donna Murphy at the Sondheim’s 80th concert).

Chrome and Prism

Kiss with a Fist - Florence and the Machine, Langhorns - Spybeat, Dancing’s Not a Crime - Panic!, Thanks I Hate It - Simple Creatures, Sweet Talk - Saint Motel, This Is Love - Air Traffic Controller, Nothing Without You- Vienna Teng

Harold Ludicael

Consequence Free - Great Big Sea, Sea of No Cares- Great Big Sea, Don’t Threaten me with a Good Time - Panic!, Dust and Ashes from Great Comet, I Need to Know from Jekyll and Hyde; Boy Decide - Murder by Death, Spring Break 1899 - Murder By Death, My Type - Saint Motel.

[persimminwrites]

look at them!!!! i commissioned @aesnawan to draw my precious clone oc clint!!! clint is a part of rawl squadron, my squad of clone ocs <3

[evilspiritsgoneloose]

Deal with the Devil Pt.1

(Evil!Reader)

Requested by @sano-lost-connection <3

______ !Warning! Blood, Wounds. Swear words grammatical Errors (please just oversee them, if there are there)

Characters Mentioned Tommyinnit, Dream, Philza,

Summary Tommy escapes his exile and chooses to hide in the cabin from the most feared person on the server, Y/N

Word count 2900 ______ Masterlist | Part 2

Far away from the lively lands was a small dark forest with an empty huge pillager mansion. All the big mushrooms that made the forest magical and friendly were gone.  At the darkest spot in the forest was a little cottage. The Cottage was nicely put and looked quite cozy. The total opposite of the creature that lived inside of it. It was snappy and very hotheaded. Many feared them. They didn’t want to get on the wrong terms with them and get their attitude thrown at themselves. As much as they were feared, they were also one of the oldest and wisest persons in this world. Everyone knew Y/N would give very good advice, though with a price. Mostly it’s just an infrequent Item or their deepest and darkest secret. Philza told... some even lost eyes, limbs, or their freedom.

Tommy would never ask them for any advice, even when it was the only way out of something. He was happy in New L’manberg. His friend was the president and he could do almost everything and get away with it. But time changed everything. Dream was upset and demanded Tubbo to exile his best friend. 

Tommy felt miserable and got heavily manipulated by Dream. Sooner or later Tommy realized what he was doing and was able to escape. He first wanted to search for shelter at Technoblade’s house, but thinking twice he realized Dream would search there at first. Tommy hesitated at first but then began walking to a certain dark forest. 

Y/N picked up bones from burned skeletons as they saw Tommy striding around the trees looking for something. You straightened your back and called him over “Hey, Searching for something” The boy immediately looked over and walked faster. “Let me guess you are searching for advice” 

“Oh no no no. Just let me stay here for a few days. No need for one of your dangerous bits of advice” Tommy stated.

Y/N began to smile sarcastically “So you are asking for a room, maybe with breakfast in the morning and dinner at noon? Even you should know that it is a high demand for someone so young. You’re not family nor a friend of mine” 

Tommy thought about the words and spat out “Basically yes” 

Y/N rolled their eyes and turned around “good luck surviving” they opened the door to the cottage and looked back to Tommy “I give you an hour after it’s gotten dark” The door got thrown into its frame and now Tommy was alone outside. He looked up and saw the sun setting. Did Y/N mean the monsters? Did they spawn more frequently around their house? He looked around too and for a second he thought to see a little lime green spot. Was he being followed by Dream? How was that possible? No, he was just imagining things. Tommy could hear Dream's voice calling out his name. Is he hallucinating? It can’t be… He walked one step further and something behind him made a sound and chose to ignore it. In the next second, he felt a sharp pain in his shoulder. he looked at it and saw the tip of a sword. “And you thought you could escape me” 

It was Dream. He was actually here. Dream pulled out his sword again and Tommy turns around with pain written all over his face “Leave me alone Dream” Little did the both of them know that Y/N looked at them through a little window. Waiting for a specific moment. 

“I will never leave you alone Tommy and you know it” “I’m so sick of you harassing me. You’ll rot in hell when I’m free again”

Tommy slowly walks away from Dream and for a second he considered to pay whatever Y/N throws at him. The Green man pulled out his crossbow which was already loaded with an arrow. “Come back with me Tommy. I’m your only friend. You have nowhere to go” Tommy got a little furious “That’s now true. Friends don’t hurt one another and you were never one, to begin with,” He quickly turns around and ran to your door, ready to bang on it. He wasn’t able to land his first knock as the door opened. At the same time Dream pointed the crossbow at Tommy and shot. Y/N quickly pulled the blonde child inside and closed the door again. seconds later the arrow was stuck in the door. Y/N pushed Tommy back further into the cabin and walked to the door again. They took in a deep breath before walking outside. Tommy wanted to hold them back but was too weak for it. 

Now Dream and Y/N looked each other in the eyes. “I suggest you leave, Dream” They had a stern look on their face and was completely serious. Dream sighed angrily and left the scene. Y/N walked back into their cabin and could only see Tommy fainting and falling to the ground. They calmly went over to him and picked him up with ease. Y/N then pressed a specific button on their floor and some pistons moved around a lot of blocks. After 5 seconds a hidden stairway was revealed. With Tommy on them, they walked down and entered a hallway out of crimson wood and soul-fire lanterns. Wither skulls were also dangling off the ceiling with some chains and the glass floor was warm due to the lava underneath them. Y/N had one guest room down here and carried Tommy to it. It was almost looking the same as the hallway, it only difference was a chimney inside. Y/N placed him on the bed and left to get a med kit. 

Tommy woke up an hour later after Y/N stitched his shoulder back together. He was alone in the room. The chimney was on and he could see blue fire instead of the usual red one. He looked around. everything reminded him of the Nether. Just then Y/N came back and as they saw that Tommy was awake they smiled. Y/N had brought over food for him. “Are you feeling better now?” The blonde one looked over to his stabbed shoulder and could only see a few stitching stings. The wound was already healed quite well. “I’m sorry for the lack of vegetables I have to offer. The only things I have are apples and potatoes” Y/N showed Tommy the plate of food. It was apple slices with baked potatoes. It was basic but way better than what he was back in exile. He began to eat it. It had a bad fade aftertaste but after all, it is very delicious. He blamed the aftertaste on the lack of sun the food had gotten when growing. After all, Y/N lives in the darkest part of the forest. “Thank you very much Y/N. Dream nearly killed me out there” Y/N laughed and turned back to the door. “I guess. I made up my mind after Dream pointed his weapon at an innocent and fragile child” They look back into Tommy's eyes “You can hide here as long as you want, but I suggest you do not come near any windows. The green man will come back for sure” Tommy was speechless. He had never thought Y/N would do this for him. “Oh, what’s with the payment?” They smiled “No problem, Well talk about it later. Take some rest and regain your health back” And so they closed the door. 

Tommy ate up and when he finished he immediately went back to sleep. Besides this obscure interior, he felt safe. Y/N first went upstairs and as a few minutes passed They went back to check on Tommy. They again smiled at his sleeping position and went away again, but not before locking the door to his room. They chained the key to a necklace and put it around their neck. Instead of going up again, they walked further down the hallway to another door made out of iron. Y/N opened the door with some keycard and vanished behind the iron doors. The door slammed shut for the next couple of hours. 

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A loud banging woke Tommy up. The banging was aggressive and very loud like it was coming from his door. He stood up and looked at the doorknob for a second, but then he opened the door with force, and what he saw shocked him. There was nothing. He looked around the hallway. He could spot three more doors. Two were the same as his door and the third one was made out of iron. But Tommy wasn't very interested in it for now. One of the normal doors was elevated by a few stairs. This must be the way up to the cabin. And this way he went. He was very careful when walking up the stairs. The person banging so loud must be very mad at Y/N. He tried to peak a little bit to see who it was. Tommy only could see a little lime green until he got called out. “Tommy, I know you’re there. Stop hiding from me” It was Dream’s voice. “Dream you know he’s with me” Y/N was also there. They must have opened the door. Tommy then decides to show himself and sat down on some barrels. “I’m not going anywhere Dream, I haven’t even paid Y/N” Dream began to laugh very loud and disgusting “Pay Y/N? With what you don’t have anything. I destroyed everything” Tommy swallowed his anger down and said nothing. “Dream” Y/N spoke “You know how my business works” The smiling masked looks at them “Then let’s make a deal. What do you want for giving me that child” They sighed “First ‘this child’ has a name... And second, the price is very high” 

“I pay everything for him” 

“Give back what belongs rightfully to me” Dream didn’t respond to Y/N’s answer. Tommy was confused. What did Dream steal from them? 

Dream looked very thrown back by their answer and just seconds later he stormed out of the cabin, but not without slamming the door shut. Y/N had their arms crossed. They turn around to look at Tommy, but they were smiling. “I should have told you to stay underground for a few days. Now Dream knows you’re hiding here” They sighed. “Anyway, you had a good sleep? hungry?” Tommy thought for a second. He sure was hungry even after he ate before going to sleep. “sure I could have some” Tommy answered and Y/N immediately gave him a plate. Again apple slices with a baked potato. “Again the same?” 

Y/N chuckled “Don’t be such a picky eater. I told you I don’t have much” Tommy accepted it and ate it all anyway. He hadn’t much of a choice. “Now go back down Tommy. You’re safe down there” With the plate in hand, going down the stairs and munching on the potato, Tommy looked back to Y/N “What are you going to do this day” 

“Exploring and you better stay down there when I’m gone. I don’t want Dream to get you” Tommy sighed “But it’s getting boring down there” he complaint with a whiny voice. “I give you some books to read if you like. Anything more?” 

“Oh, can you give me a book and a quill?” “Sure I can” They pushed Tommy inside his room and quickly went to another room. As they came back Tommy had a double chest full of books and also writing utensils. “Good, now stay in your room okay? I’ll be back before the sun goes down” Tommy still nibbled on a potato and just nodded while sitting on the floor with an empty book in hand. Y/N smiled at him and left the cabin very quickly. 

Hours and hours flew by and boredom took over. Tommy couldn't hold it anymore and walked to the hallway. He was very tempted to go outside but then he remembered the iron door. He looked at it and walked up to it. He looked around to see if he could open the door. But there weren't any hints. Just then he heard the cabin door opening and closing again. Was Y/N back again? but the steps sounded different. The next second he heard the mechanism that opened the hidden staircase to the basement he is in. Tommy panicked a bit and hid inside the room he didn’t check out yet. Turns out it was just Y/N’s bedroom. It looked like his room, but the bed was strange. It wasn’t used at all. Did they never sleep?  

The sound of an Iron door opening woke Tommy out of his thoughts. He opened the door quietly and saw a person going into the room. As they were a little more in the room Tommy quickly hushed over to the iron door and entered before the door closed again. Behind it was another halfway, but this one was dark, very dark. He walked a bit further and saw an enormous amount of stairs going down. The blonde one collected all his braveness and slowly walked down the stairs. It took him many minutes to get down. And what he saw shocked him to his very core. In front of him was a very big room. You couldn’t even see the ceiling. In the middle was a very tall and broad Nether portal. From it came netherrack which elevated it also a little bit. In front of it stood a person. It looked very much like Y/N but he wasn’t sure. Only now Tommy saw that in the walls were massive glass tanks. All of them held onto another nether monster. he also spotted piglings and brutes calmly walking around the room. Tommy began to panic he didn’t wear any gold. And so was the person in front of the portal. Are they friendly to humans? The boy walked further into the room. 

“You better stop now Tommy” Ther mysterious person said. His guess was right. It was Y/N. Their head turned a little bit to him. “didn’t I tell you to stay inside your room” Their voice was deep and chilling him to the bones. Were they mad? Tommy didn’t want to make them mad at him. So he straight out asked, “Are you mad at me?” They lowered their head and turned to Tommy fully. The dark light made it very hard to see but the purple light from the portal gave enough light to show their inexpressive face. 

“I’m not mad. I’m disappointed in you” 

“I’m sorr-” “I shielded you from Dream, gave you food and all without expecting you to pay for it. And what do I get… You not following my simple orders” “I’m sorr-” “No, you’re not. You just do whatever you want without thinking about others and the consequences” Tommy knew they were right. He felt bad for his actions. He felt bad for Y/N. 

it was silent for a while before Y/N spoke again “Come here” They demanded. 

Tommy walked closer to them. As he was close enough Y/N grabbed his wrist and pulled him towards them with his hand in front of them. They grabbed a knife and wounded Tommy’s hand without a warning. It began to bleed immediately. “What the fuck” The child said “What are you doing?” 

Y/N held his hand over a steaming hot cauldron. He could see his blood dripping inside the mixture they had in it. After a few drops, they got out a bandage and wrapped it around the wounded hand. They still held onto him on his wrist. Tommy tried to get out of the grip but the more he moves the tighter it got. “What are you doing?” Tommy asked again. but he still wasn’t getting an answer. The longer it took the more panic got into his brain. 

After Y/N stirred a bit longer they filled some in a bottle and gave it wordlessly to the blonde child. He looked at it now knowing what to do 

“Drink it” Y/N demanded. Tommy shook his head. Never is he going to drink this on his own. A sigh escaped Y/N’s mouth. They got rid of Tommy's wrist but then yanked his head back and grabbed his jaw to force his mouth open. They pour every drop of the liquid into it. As it was empty they let go. Tommy choked on it and fell back a little bit. The potion tasted terrible like it was rotten and very metallic. “What does this thing do?” He asked Y/N filled with panic. They just smiled down at them. Tommy fell onto his butt. He got weaker and weaker with each second that passed until he passed out. 

Y/N watched him passing out. By kicking him in the side a little bit they tested if he was knocked out fully. They picked up Tommy and walked over to an empty glass tank and laid the child inside of it before closing and locking it. Y/N sighed. They didn’t want to do it but Tommy gave them no other chance.

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Part 2

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In Case of an Overblot

Part I

Synopsis and Notes:

Art featured is by @egophiliac on Tumblr

(This is my side blog from @decemebercircus )

A part of the Twisted Wonderland Multiverse (Au) Collection

This story is set in a universe where overblots happened a bit differently, each defeated overblot drops an additional "trophy" besides the Overblot stone.

Sorry for anyone who is out of character. I tried my best.

This fic was initially made before the release of chapter 7 so Malleus's Unique Magic "Wheel of Fate" is non canon.

Synopsis:

Yuuta has gone home and Malleus has snapped like a glow stick and sent Azul far away. Who will come together and bring back our favorite octopus?

"Wheels! These invaders threaten your existence! Defend yourselves!" Malleus stated suddenly.

In response a dozen of the wheels stopped, launched themselves into the air and flew toward the students.

Likewise, the students or teachers of whose Wheels were 'fighting" slumped to the ground unable to move. Among them being Jack, Riddle, Professor Trein, Coach Vargas, Ruggie, and Vil.

Not wanting them to get hurt Epel began to use his unique magic Sleeping Kiss to put them all in glass coffins. He didn't know what would happen if an attack caused their physical bodies to be crushed or harmed in some way.

Kalim doused out the lime green fire with his unique magic Oasis Maker. Unfazed Malleus simply generated more, ignoring Rook's arrows by gracefully dodging them and Sebeks lightning.

"Hmph what a bore," he yawned, the black ink markings increasing and becoming additional scale markings on his hands. Or maybe it was showing the places where magic normally would have hid them.

'The overblot has changed him so much!' Lilia noted with a shiver. He stepped forward readying his weapon hoping he didn't injure Malleus too seriously.

"Ah ah ah, where do you think you're going, Lilia?" Malleus smiled, it wasn't… it wasn't a kind smile like he was used to.

A few thorns tightly wrapped around Lilia who struggled and Silver hurried to cut him alose.

"I summon thee! Cauldron!" Deuce yelled.

Malleus, clearly on the overblot high, snorted like it was a joke and teleported out the way.

"Come now, 'Deucey' What do you take me for?" He raised his arms in a semi shrug position.

"Trey -kun!" Cater called seemingly genuinely concerned that the mass of thorns were going to impale Trey.

Several shadows from the other students stopped the thorns by holding them in a vice grip.

"Mr. Sam!?" Trey blurted, shocked. " Well little imp, can't have you dying on school grounds," Mr. Sam grinned, his purple eyes reflecting both amusement and awareness of the dangerous situation. 

A few dozen feet away, Floyd pulled Riddle out of the path of a wheel. Based on the decorations and flickering images visible between the bars, it was Vil's.

Deuce and Leona deflected the onslaught of the incoming Wheels. Deuce using his unique magic to block the force of the attack, Leona with a simple wind spell. Especially since using his own unique magic would destroy the wheel.

"Defying fate itself, so it seems you are among the few able to do so," Malleus smiled thinly.

Leona rolled his eyes. "What I did was nothing special anyone can block–"

"I see, you have potential, but you won't act on it." Malleus mock lamented.

Leona stayed quiet.

"Just shut up already!" Leona snapped grabbing Malleus's jaw. The boy didn't look stunned. Just amused.

Leona could bet that if he moved his hand he could see Malleus smirking.

"Are you ready?" Jamil asked.

"Yes I've waited a long time to get to say this." Azul smiled confidently.

With a graceful motion Malleus knocked Leona's hand away. A slight chuckle slipped out of Malleus's throat. His expression reflecting the infamous malevolent nature of his predecessors.

"Off with your Head!" Riddle said some considerable distance away.

Malleus stopped and staggered away from Leona in surprise. His hand flew to his collarbone in shock. Around his neck a familiar black and red heart shaped collar snapped in place. Successfully sealing most of his powers -even if for a few minutes.

Riddle earned Malleus's attention by looking genuinely impressed that his spell worked.

He glared at Riddle in slight confusion. He should not be able to move, his wheel was still attacking Jamil, Azul and Kalim al-Asim… wasn't it?

He narrowed his eyes and regained his stance. He flipped some hair out the way and deadpanned.

Immediately the ground shuddered and trembled, spires wrapped in thorns popped up in random places -but never on the tracks for the Wheels of Fate. Riddle stumbled and lost his balance.

"Why's he still able to use magic?" Jamil asked, holding Kalim and in turn Azul, steady.

"I apologize," Azul sighed "I'm doing the best I can," Kalim looked at Azul as he narrowly ducked a spire that sprang up just then. "you're doing everything you can and that's what matters!"

"Malleus should be weakened somewhat, right?" Ace asked.

Azul nodded quietly. Then ducked a wheel whizzing by.

"Imma be right back," Ace said casually earning a confused look from Kalim.

Ace approached Malleus, surprising half the students still fighting. He inhaled deeply, looked Malleus in the eye and swiftly punched him in the jaw.

Leona took a picture. He got a perfect image of Ace's fist connecting to Malleus's jaw, which he seemed proud of.

"I get you're angry that Yuuta left but so what? We're all angry! Nothing we can do to change that! Don't take out the frustration on us!" He snapped.

Malleus looked surprised, he'd staggered about a foot backwards

"So you all .. feel the same?"

Yeah but we accepted Yuuta's decision. They're tired of the Overblots and if they were here they'd be forced to stop you too!" Ace pointed.

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The Riddle who imitated and lip synced Azul's words vanished. Revealing he was a clone made by Cater's unique magic Split Card. The real Riddle stood next to Trey acting as a guard and setting on fire thorns that got too close. Floyd by his side holding his arm so he didn't fall.

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"I can hold Riddle's Unique magic on Malleus for three minutes" Azul stated. "Any longer than that and I'd be pushing my limit."

"Because of Malleus fighting against you?" Ace asked.

"I was thinking more of how much magic that would consume and the amount of blot I'd accumulate but yes I factored in that valid point as well."Azul pushed up his glasses.

"That's way longer than I would manage against an opponent like Malleus." Riddle acknowledged.

Leona narrowed his eyes. "That's not a large window. But I guess it's better than the thirty seconds I estimated you would last." Riddle scowled at that comment.

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"So it's you," Malleus panted. His hair looked messy and he was using his staff to help him stand a little.

Leona didn't want to admit it but disheveled Malleus looked kinda hot. It was quite a change from his normal self. Seeing Malleus uncomposed and unstable was sending messages -things it shouldn't be.

"That was quite clever, I didn't realize at first that it wasn't Riddle who cast it" he glanced at Riddle who was being helped by Trey to stand up.

'I assume your unique magic has come into play," Malleus smirked.

"It's a Deal, right?" He smirked.

"How about a new Deal? I'll Pretend that little attempt and insult didn't happen –it's quite a generous offer I could kill you for that attempt on my life you see-  And you disappear?" Malleus offered.

A drop of sweat slid down Azul's face.

"I–"

Azul yelped as a ghostly lime green chain connected his ankle to his own Wheel of Fate as it fell through the portal, dragging him along with it. Much to the shock and horror, to the others; especially to Jade and Floyd who were too far away to do anything, Azul fell through.

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Azul landed with an unceremonious thud. Ugh he sprained his ankle in the fall.

Lovely.

He sat up ignoring that his dorm uniform cost which he wore like a cape fell off.

His eyes scanned the vast white and grey desert, the faded blue sky.

Oh no.

No no no.

He heard of this place in stories growing up.

World's End.

Sailors called it Davy Jones locker.

Modern humans call it Twisted Hell.

"No …" Azul whispered, his eyes already straining in the harsh light and vagueness of his surroundings.

Not hard to reach, but impossible to escape.

Azul's heart sank.

No one ever came to World's End.

No one was coming to rescue him.

Even worse, he couldn't even rescue himself.

~To be continued in part II~

To be cross posted on Ao3 and Wattpad

[sevikasangel]

Not a fic request, just curious - Which Lana songs do u associate with each of the Arcane milfs?

♡ ᴀʀᴄᴀɴᴇ ᴍɪʟꜰꜱ ᴀꜱ ʟᴅʀ ꜱᴏɴɢꜱ + ʙᴏɴᴜꜱ ♡

𝐚/𝐧: i 💗 u, anon. also, i chose the song from their s.o's perspective of them. :3

𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠: grayson, camille ferros, cassandra, ambessa, sevika, renata (bonus - vi, samira, vayne). ~ wlw

ɢʀᴀʏꜱᴏɴ: ᴠɪᴅᴇᴏ ɢᴀᴍᴇꜱ 💗

it's you, it's you, it's all for you

everything i do

i tell you all the time

heaven is a place on earth with you

tell me all the things you wanna do

i heard that you like the bad girls

honey, is that true?

it's better than i ever even knew

they say that the world was built for two

only worth living if somebody is loving you

and, baby, now you do

[...]

he holds me in his big arms

drunk and i am seeing stars

this is all i think of

watchin' all our friends fall

in and out of old paul's

this is my idea of fun

playin' video games

ᴄᴀᴍɪʟʟᴇ: ᴄɪɴɴᴀᴍᴏɴ ɢɪʀʟ 💗

cinnamon in my teeth

from your kiss, you're touching me

all the pills that you take

violet, blue, green, red to keep me at arm's length don't work

you try to push me out, but i just find my way back in

violet, blue, green, red to keep me out, i win

there's things i wanna say to you, but i'll just let you live

like if you hold me without hurting me

you'll be the first who ever did

there's things i wanna talk about, but better not to keep

but if you hold me without hurting me

you'll be the first who ever did

ᴄᴀꜱꜱᴀɴᴅʀᴀ: ᴄᴏʟᴀ

my pussy taste like pepsi cola

my eyes are wide like cherry pies

i gots a taste for men who are older

it's always been, so it's no surprise

ah, he's in the sky with diamonds

and he’s making me crazy

(i come alive, alive)

all he wants to do is party

with his pretty baby

come on baby, let’s ride

we can escape to the great sunshine

i know your wife and she wouldn’t mind

ᴀᴍʙᴇꜱꜱᴀ: ᴜʟᴛʀᴀᴠɪᴏʟᴇɴᴄᴇ

he used to call me dn

that stood for deadly nightshade

'cause i was filled with poison

but blessed with beauty and rage

jim told me that

he hit me and it felt like a kiss

[...]

he used to call me poison

like i was poison ivy

i could've died right then

'cause he was right beside me

jim raised me up

he hurt me but it felt like true love

[...]

with his ultraviolence

ultraviolence

ultraviolence

ultraviolence

i can hear sirens, sirens

he hit me and it felt like a kiss

i can hear violins, violins

give me all of that ultraviolence

ꜱᴇᴠɪᴋᴀ: ꜰʟᴏʀɪᴅᴀ ᴋɪʟᴏꜱ

white lines, pretty baby, tattoos

don't know what they mean, they're special, just for you

white lines, baking powder on the stove

cooking up a dream, turning diamonds into snow

i feel you, pretty baby, feel me

turn it up hot, loving you is free

i like it down, like it down, way low

but you already know that, you already know

come on down to florida, i got somethin' for ya

we could see the kilos or the keys, baby, oh yeah

guns in the summertime, chic-a-cherry cola lime

prison isn't nothing to me, if you'll be by my side

[...]

strung in my mouth and gold hoops

you like your little baby like you like your drinks, cool

white lines, pretty daddy, go skiing

you snort it like a champ, like the winter we're not in

ʀᴇɴᴀᴛᴀ: ᴍɪʟʟɪᴏɴ ᴅᴏʟʟᴀʀ ᴍᴀɴ

i don't know how you convince them and get them, but

i don't know what you do, it's unbelievable

i don't know how you get over, get over

someone as dangerous, tainted and flawed as you

one for the money, two for the show

i love you honey, i'm ready, i'm ready, to go

how did you get that way? i don't know

you're screwed up, and brilliant

look like a million dollar man

[...]

you've got the world, but baby at what price?

something so strange, hard to define

it isn't that hard boy, to like you or love you

i'd follow you down, down, down

you're unbelievable

if you're going crazy just grab me, take me

ᴠɪ: ʟᴜᴄᴋʏ ᴏɴᴇꜱ

let's get out of this town, baby we're on fire

everyone around here wants to be going down, down

if you stick with me, i can take you higher, and higher

it feels like all of our friends are lost

nobody's found, found, found

i got so scared, i thought no one could save me

you came along scooped me up like a baby

every now and then, the stars align

boy and girl meet by the great design

could it be that you and me are the lucky ones?

everybody told me love was blind

then i saw your face and you blew my mind

finally, you and me are the lucky ones this time

ꜱᴀᴍɪʀᴀ: ʙᴏʀɴ ᴛᴏ ᴅɪᴇ

why, who me, why?

feet don't fail me now

take me to your finish line

oh my heart it breaks every step that i take

but i'm hoping that the gates, they'll tell me that you're mine

walking through the city streets

is it by mistake or design?

i feel so alone on a friday night

can you make it feel like home if i tell you you're mine?

it's like i told you, honey

don't make me sad, don't make me cry

sometimes love is not enough and the road gets tough, i don't know why

keep making me laugh

let's go get high

the road is long, we carry on

try to have fun in the meantime

come take a walk on the wild side

let me kiss you hard in the pouring rain

you like your girls insane

so choose your last words, this is the last time

'cause you and i, we were born to die

ᴠᴀʏɴᴇ: ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛʏ

i paint my nails black

i dye my hair a darker shade of brown

'cause you like your women spanish

dark, strong and proud

i paint the sky black

you said if you could have your way

you'd make a nighttime all today

so it'd suit the mood with your soul

but, oh, what can i do

to turn you on

or get through you?

oh, what can i do?

life is beautiful

but you don't have a clue

sun and ocean blue

that magnificence

it don't make sense to you

black beauty, oh

[amaribelt]

MARA MARA MARA-

ladies and gentlemen... her

Name- Mara (マラ）LaFae（ラフェー）no cool kanji meaning but her name does have some cool meanings, Mara means bitter and LaFae means fairy or of the fairies (I found it looking though name databases one of the first records of it is the Victorian era)

CV- Yoko hikasa

Age-16

Birthday- August 26th(virgo)

Height- 184 cm

Dominant hand- Ambidextrous

Homeland- if only she knew

Club- home ec

Best Subject- magic analysis

Hobbies- music composition

Pet Peeves- Staring

Favorite Food- Avocado toast

Least Favorite Food- white chocolate

Talent- fencing

lore?? bullet points?? something

°presumably an orphaned child°even when she was eventually adopted never quite fit in and always felt out of place and isolated from her peers. kids being kids were mean to say the least

°in middle school their classmates found out about the concepts of changeling and boy did shit hit the fan. concepts of children being stolen and replaced with fairy and demons certainly fit the bill of a odd lonely child.

°but hey who needs friends and good relationships when you have music and camping!! Mara doesn't need friends their just filled with disappoint.

°but you have to break a geode before you can see what glitters inside.

°children + dangerous chemicals + a target of bullying = bad ending. FEAR NOT! a hero emerges with bleach blonde hair and a knack for yelling the antagonists flee the scene!!

°and dear god was our new protagonist persistent, yui would visit every day even if they wouldn't end up doing anything at all

°halfway though middle school they joined a fencing club not even a month later yui quit preferring to watch Mara excel from the sidelines

°maras main connection to the outside world is yui, even if as stupid them doing karaoke with the people at her fencing club it truly does help break Mara out of her shell

design notes and facts~~~~~~

°Mara along with more ocs to be revealed are all based off of fairytales folklore and mythology... mara spesifically being a changeling, "symptoms" of a changeling being "odd" "talking to themselves" and the most scandalous.. "musical talent"

°then the fire nation attacked being moondrop Cassandra from tangled the series. but em in a blender and we get my beloved Mara

°her "university of your mom" sweater was a gift from yui after the incident and yui made another one for her birthday

°she does Sabre and epee fencing and can play multiple instruments

°her color pallet is a combination of moondrop Cassandra the blue from kidas crystal and a random dark blue a friend and I came up with while trying to find something that could fit with diasomias atrocious lime green. looking back on it her skin tone Is also similar to kidas but that was accidental as I referenced a picture of Cass in darker lighting then lightened the purple tones in it.

°she had to learn to write with her right hand so she wouldn't fall behind on work while recovering from the burns

°tangled the series has a whole thing with funky hair and glowing rocks so naturally I had to include it so a new discovery for her is that her hair will "glow" when she's embarrassed or flustered

end~~~~~~

THEM THEM THEM omg they are so cute together and I really like their whole dynamic. it's kinda hard to put it into words without spoiling things ig?? I don't know if I will do this as actual writing or more of comics and ask blog style but these characters do hold a special place in my heart so I'm glad I could share this with yall<33333

it's 6 am I need to sleep I've chugged a coffee and green tea I need a nap

[ashtxeman]

tell me, oh wise glass joe aficionado, what is every boxer's favourite m&m filling and starburst flavour?

Wouldn't you like to know, weather boy?

Well, Joe prefers starburst first of all. His favourite flavour is the orange one! As for m&m's he likes brownie.

Kaiser prefers starburst too, his favourite flavour is strawberry. For m&m's he prefers the crispy ones since he likes the sound they make.

Disco rocks with both! His favourite starburst is blackcurrant, and his favourite m&m is birthday cake.

Hippo is Hippo, he doesn't pay attention to the flavours, he just eats them all. He does favour starburst slightly though, since they remind him of home.

Hondo prefers m&m's, his favourite is the originals. His favourite starburst is blackcurrant.

Hugger is an m&m lover, and his favourite is brownie! He likes all the starburst flavours, and can't bring himself to favour just one.

Tiger doesn't really like any, but if he absolutely had to choose he'd pick the classic m&m's and the lime starburst.

Don favours m&m's since they're easier to eat on a date, his favourite filling is brownie. As for starburst, his favourite is obviously strawberry.

Aran plays a dangerous game of taking off all the starburst wrappers and mixing up several m&m fillings just to eat whatever he gets, but his favourites are lime starburst and crispy m&m's. This guy probably dips pringles in vimpto so.. don't trust him.

Soda doesn't snack much, but when he does he always picks peanut m&m's. He thinks starburst are too much of a hassle to eat so avoids them.

Bull is neutral towards both, but if you really pester him about it he'll probably say he likes blackcurrant starburst and peanut m&m's.

Macho loves starburst because they're cheap but taste rich. His favourite is lime, but he's degenerate enough to pull a Ratatouille and shove two different flavours in his mouth at once. For m&m's, its just the classics for him.

Sandman doesn't have a favourite m&m, he likes them all equally, but his favourite starburst is strawberry without a doubt.

Mac's a simple lad who knows what he wants, lime starburst and birthday cake m&m's.

Doc favours his own chocolate over anything, but doesn't mind a good m&m when he's offered, no matter the flavour.

Birdie likes starburst and his favourite is orange. He doesn't really eat m&m's.

Jay is an m&m kind of man, and prefers the brownie filling. He doesn't like starburst.

Bob is straight-forward.. if it's green, he usually likes it. Lime starburst, birthday cake m&m's.

Dragon doesn't really like either, but would eat an m&m if offered.

Muscle hasn't really tried any before, but if he ever got a taste he'd definitely love orange starburst and peanut m&m's.

Heike is an m&m lover, and his favourite filling is the classic. As for starburst, he likes blackcurrant!

Clown will gladly shove both in his mouth at the same time, as long as it's something nice to eat. Flavour is an afterthought to him.. lime starburst, classic m&m's.

Narcis can't really eat either because of his braces, but when he sneaks an m&m its usually a crispy one. Starburst is a no-go.

Hoy eats neither of them, he's a bit basic when it comes to snacks.

Rick favours m&m's and his favourite is crispy, but on the other hand Nick favours starburst and his favourite is blackcurrant. They refuse to eat the others favourite snack out of spite for the other brother not liking the same.