#man gets way too attached pfff

[writingoddess1125]

I was a Tiktok with a ICP song and a female Buggy cosplay and Because I wrote the twins post I couldn't fucking help it- I got a different idea involving twins.

IM SORRY

In this the twins are girls named Dee Dee and Lee Lee and aged up to 19... You'll see why-

I'm so sorry- again

Hell Comes in Pairs.

"Where are those damn scouts!- Does it take this long to gather intell on a new pirate ship!" Buggy yelled as he stared out at the mountain of papers infront of him. Mihawk and Crocodile ignoring is existence it seemed as Buggy continued to bitch.

It wasn't long till the two scouts rushed into the room. They looked a bit flustered and quite happily as they held the folder in their hands.

"Reporting the Intel we got on the Newest Pirates, One of them for sure are no threat" Mihawk raised a brow at hearing the confidence.

"Oh?" He hummed, sipping his wine. The young man nodded with a grin "Let's say they are less then pirates and more-" He was cut off by his calmer friend.

"They are more physically interested in terms of pirate life then others. Paired with their drug and alcohol trade" He stated calmly, Crocodile face scrunched in disgust.

"So you're telling me you ended up fucking a bunch of people instead of collecting real information?" Crocodile said with a irritated voice. Buggy getting up as his own temper gor the best of him, stretching his head over to the two and yelling.

"Your job was to collect information not get your dick wet!"

The young pirate stared at Buggy, his face turning into stone as he stared at the Cross Guild Leader. Before gears started to turn in his head and his face went as pale as paper. Buggy pulling back a bit confused by the young man's reaction, before practically jumping in his skin when the Pkrate screamed a horrible yell of realization and began to wipe his mouth rapidly practically sobbing.

"NOO!! GOD FUCK NO!" He screamed, Turning away from the Cross Guild leaders in total shock. The second pirate looking at his peer in confusion till the screaming one grabbed the folder from his hands and opened it, holding it up in the air for the young man to see. Before the second pirates eyes got wide as it sunk in what his peer saw.

"PFFF!- HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! NO FUCKING WAY!!" The man yelled laughing as he ended up falling to the ground. Buggy face burning with anger as he thought they were making fun of his nose, Mihawk standing up from his chair and walking to the anguished amd laughing pirates and snatching the folder from the hand of the laughing pirate and looked.

....

Mihawk stayed staring at the folder, her head slowly looking up to Buggy. Staring at the male who looked ready to bust before covering his mouth with his hand.

".....You two are dismissed" He told the two young pirates who as quickly as they could got out of the office.

"YOURE GOING TO LET THEM GET AWAY FOR MAKING FUN OF MY DAMN NOSE!?"

"They weren't laughing at your nose-" Mihawk mused, Crocodile now standing and walking to Mihawk to see what he saw. Crocodile only catching a glance at the contents of the folder before closing his eyes and taking a deep drag of his cigar.

"Defiently not your nose-" He mused, Buggy marching over and snatching the folder finally in a fit of rage before looking inside. At the sight he didn't know if he wanted to scream, cry or jump into the sea. His stomach twisting up in ways he didn't know possible and he could feel his lunch wanting to come up.

There looking back at him was two girls- Doing far too suggestive poses for photos. Pirate hats on both of them, and in rather skimpy pirate outfits made of bright colors. But what stood out the most was the bright blue hair in pink tails, watercolor eyes lined in black makeue and that smile just like his own and painted red like his signature clown make- it was like he was looking into a sick twisted mirror.

He could see the notes attached to their photos- the keywords reaching him was 'Two Captians of the Hokus Pokus Dee and Bee, 19 and a Green zone- People can board and party on the ship as long as rules are followed" and "Like a sailing brothel or drug den-" Buggy staggered at seeing the words and closed the folder not wanting to see further.

"Captians Dee Dee and Lee Lee, the 'Friendly' Pirates" Mihawks said calmly, havibg saw the names listed in the file.

"Well, it looks like your legacy has been secured in some way Buggy-" Crocodile said first with a deep chuckle, ignoring the damn evil glare Buggy shot him. Buggy feeling a few spark of rage filling his chest as he crumbled the folder in his hands. Mihawk seeing this very rare and serious look to Buggy.

"I'm setting sail-" He said through clenched teeth, Tossing the ruined folder onto the table before marching out and slamming the door behind him. He marched down the halls as he felt nothing but pure rage fill him, Seeing the two pirates in the courtyard and detached his hand. Grabbing the one who had screamed by the neck and dragging him towards him.

"Where did they sail-" Buggy hissed, Holding the young man by his neck with a harsh grip.

"E-East Blue- Just past the 8th branch!" The young man squealed, Buggy nodding and with a sickening crunch crushed his windpipe dropping the man to a crumbled mess on the floor. Beginning his March once more to his ship and setting sail.

[flowery-king]

Dream design + 1 close up cause I like how it came out

[fluffywings13]

Fulfilling Needs

Midoriya doesn’t take well to Hawks having to leave for an undetermined amount of time, he mopes, the entire time, which is considerably understandable, the hero and their classmate are basically attached at the hip, where their friend was, the number three hero wasn’t far behind. They were equally attached to each other. No one was sure if it was a healthy attachment or not, but it made them both happy, and everyone wanted them to be happy.

So, that being said, no one bats an eye when the door’s slammed open and Hawks is just suddenly there, grinning like a madman, and they turn to watch Midoriya, half way down the stairs, pause, eyes wide, like a deer in headlights. “Eyas,” their friend backs up a step. “I have needs!”

The teen’s eyes widen ever so slightly, a bit more, and he turns on his heel. “Oh shit!”

They turn to watch the hero, who laughs maniacally, as he chases after their classmate.

Then they turn back to what they’d been doing.

…

Izuku shrieks when he’s snagged up around the waist, Keigo laughs at his vain attempt at escape, and steps into his dorm room, kicking the door closed behind them. He kicks his boots off and carries him over to his bed before tossing him down and flopping down on top of him, making the teen groan dramatically, and the hero huff in indignation.

“I’ve been thinking about this all week long!” The greenette squeaks when arms curl around his head and his face is smooshed into the man’s chest. “I missed you!”

His voice is muffled by the man’s chest. “I missed you too, Kei.”

He can feel the man’s grin. “You know what I’m gonna do to you now?”

“Umm,” please god let the man be in a merciful mood. “Get off me?”

“Nope!” Sometimes Izuku wonders who’s the adult and who’s the kid in this relationship and smiles when the man leans in close to his ear, whispering softly. “I’m gonna work my way from top to bottom.”

“Kehehei!” Okay, he’s giggling now, he knows what’s about to happen. “Plehehease Nohoho!”

The hero rises to his elbows, grinning down at him a grin that’s an indication of nothing good, and shrieks with giggles when something sharp, pointed, scratches lightly behind his ears, shaking his head frantically. “I’m gonna start with these ears and slowly but surely make my way down.”

Izuku shrieks, not having the time to spare to feel embarrassed about the high pitched shrieky giggles he’s producing, not that he’d need to, Keigo’s heard them frequently in the past. “Eehehehehheehe nohohohoho! Kehehehehei nohohoho! Pleheheheheease!” He presses his chin to his chest, shrieking softly, when the man moves down to scratch his talons under his chin.

“Look at this adorable giggly hatchling, just look at’em! Ain’t he a cutie! Just listen to those adorable giggles!” The teen raises his shoulders and shrieks when the man scratches all five talons over the sides of his neck lightly. “Let me hear’em, give me those adorable giggles, give’em to me!”

“Kehehehehheei Kehehehehheei stohohohop! Ihihihi cahahahaan’t tahahahahake ihihihiit! Ihihihit’s sohohoho bahahhahahad!”

He knows he made a mistake when the hero grins down at him. “You know what’s so much worse?”

The teenager shrieks and shakes his head frantically. “Nohoho! Keheehehhei nohohohoo! Plehehehehehease nohhohohoho! Nohohohot thahahahahat!” The hero slowly leans over and he curls up his shoulder, shrieking when Keigo pulls it down, shaking his head frantically when the man hovers just over the side of his neck and blows lightly. “Kehehehehei pleheheheheease! Nohhohohoho! Pleehehehehheheease! Kehehehehheheei nohhohohoho!”

Keigo chuckles softly. “Kei, yes.” And buries his face in the side of the teen’s neck.

Izuku squeals brightly, trying to scrunch up even with the man burrowing in the side of his neck, not taking into consideration the fact that he’s only trapping him there. He inhales when the man inhales and shakes his head as best as he can. “Kei! No! Nononono!” Screaming when he blows a long hard raspberry and shrieks when he takes another deep breath. “Kehehehei nohhohohoho!” And squeals when he blows another long hard raspberry. “Eeeieiaeiaaiahahahahahahhahahaa Kehehehehhehei nohohohot thohohohose!” He screams, finally reaching up to push at the man’s chest, his brain somewhat starting to work, when he takes another deep breath. “Keheheheheei nohohohoo! Hohohohold iihihihihit! Dohohohon’t!” The teen squeals loudly when he blows a third long hard raspberry into the side of his neck, scrunching up, he hisses and laughs when he starts pressing in kisses.

Had he known the man was this torturous, he probably wouldn’t have sought him out, but on the other hand, Keigo did provide amazing cuddles, he was strong and warm and his wings were so soft when he wrapped them around you, okay, he would have, he digresses. He’d put up with his sadistic torturous side for the cuddles, even trade off, even so, it was kind of fun too.

He breaths a giggly sigh of relief when the hero finally pulls away from his neck, but knew it was too premature, when he leaned over to the other side. “We can’t forget this side, can we?”

Izuku shakes his head and scrunches his shoulder up tightly, blocking the access to his neck, he’ll fight back as much as he can in this precarious position, even if the hero is bigger and stronger, that doesn’t mean he won’t go out fighting. A soft fond chuckle reverberates next to his ear. “Open up, nestling, it’s gonna happen.” The teen shakes his head again, giggling breathy giggles, he’s not moving his shoulder for the life of him. “Open up, I’m coming in one way or another, make this easier on yourself.” He shakes his head again, looking to the side with bright emerald eyes, staring at the torturous hero silently, save for his giggling, of course. He shrieks when a finger worms it’s way up under his arm and wiggles in, throwing his arm back down to protect that spot, he opens his neck up, by the time he realizes his mistake, there’s a face burrowing inside. The light stubble on the hero’s face rubs in agonizingly against his neck, he shrieks when teeth nibble at the side of his neck, shaking his head, tilting his head over to the side as much as he can, shrieking again when Keigo growls playfully and shakes his head, nibbling at his neck again. “Pfff baaahahhahahahahahahhahahaaa! Kehehehehehei stohohohop! STOP! Stohohhohohop ihihihihit! Ihihihihit tihihihickles! Ihihihit tihihihihickles!”

“I know it does, little hatchling, that’s why I’m doing it.”

He shrieks and squeals when he nibbles on his neck playfully, rubbing the stubble on his chin into his ticklish neck, and then he takes a deep breath and blows the first raspberry. Izuku screams, it echoes in the man’s ear slightly, scrunching his shoulder up as much as he can with someone buried in his neck. “EIEIEIAAIAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAA!” He tilts his head away from him as much as he can, leaning to the side, and jumps back when fingers reach down to wiggle in his side. “Come back here you, I’m not done with you yet.” The teen jumps back into place, the hero blows another raspberry into the side of his neck, and he squeals.

Keigo pulls away and he immediately raises his shoulder, scrunching back up, protecting his neck, just in case, the man is a wild card, you never know what he’s going to do, and giggles wildly at the remaining tingles running over the side of his neck. “I think you blew my eardrum out, hatchling.”

“You were being an asshole! You deserved it!”

“Oh really,” he wiggles a single finger in both of the nestling’s sides, and the boy giggles brightly, squirming slightly from side to side, but the fingers follow, he’s not managing to get away. “I deserved to have my eardrum blown out by a hatchlings, admittedly, adorable squeal?” Izuku nods, swiping at his fingers, he goes undeterred and drills his thumbs into the slight chub on his lower sides, the hero student shrieks and arches his back. “I was gonna let you go, because I was kind of an asshole on your neck there, but then you said I deserved having my eardrum blown out, so now you’re reallyin for it, no more Mr. Nice Guy for you. You want me to be an asshole, oh, fledgling, I’ll be an asshole.” He reaches over to spider ten fingers up the greenette’s right side, and he shrieks, arching to the left, and the fingers jump over to the left side, and they repeat the process time and time again, until he’s laughing brightly and bouncing from side to side, it’s amusing the hero immensely.

Keigo’s a sadist like that.

He will never say that out loud to his face. Ever.

The hero holds his one side stead as he spiders his fingers up and down the other side, it drives the teen crazy, his laughter picking up, shrieking at the steady torture. “How’s this for you, how’d you like that, that’s right, laugh it up baby bird, let me hear it.” He switches sides and laughs softly when the teen tries to jump away and finds himself trapped by the arm on his other side. Izuku shakes his head as he arches his back. “Noohohohohoo! Ihihihihihi tahahahahahake ihihihiit baahahahahahahack! Yohohohou’re nohohohot ahahahahan ahahahahhaasshole! Ihihihit tihihihickles! Keehehehehehei ihihihit tihihihickles!”

“It tickles, huh, if you think this is bad, just wait until I get to that tummy, I got lots in store for it.” Izuku shrieks at the promise, and when the hero slowly slides down to hover over his aforementioned tummy, tapping his fingers over it lightly. “Speaking of which, I think it’s time, don’t you?”

“Nohoho! Nohhohohot thehehehehere! Nohohohot thehehehehehe beheheheheelly! Plehehehehease!”

“Ohohoho.” Keigo shakes his head lightly. “You know I can’t not get the tummy, that’s like, the worst sin of all sins.” Izuku shakes his head when the hero slowly pushes his shirt up. “I need access to the tummy to enact my revenge for you blowing my eardrum out.” He stares when the man holds up a finger. “All I need is a finger to break you, just one, you’re stuck at my mercy, have I ever been truly merciful?” The teen shakes his head, because no, the hero is not merciful, he knows from first hand experience. “Watch what I can do with just a single finger.” He pokes his finger in the greenette’s belly button, and the young teen squeals, brighter and louder then before, twisting from side to side, squealing with laughter at the finger wiggling in his belly button. “That’s right, I could stay here for as long as I want, and there’s absolutely nothing you could do to stop me, is there, no there’s not. You take your punishment, nestling, and hope I have mercy on you eventually.”

Izuku’s eyes widen when the man grins, and he knows, he just knows what he’s gonna say. “Let’s play a game.” The hero pulls his finger out of his belly button. “You wanna play a game?”

He shakes his head frantically. “N—Nohoho! I dohoho not!”

“Well, it’s a good thing it was a metaphorical question, because we’re gonna play a game.” Keigo reaches back for a feather. “As a pro, it’s my job to help teach and guide the young little baby heroes in training, and as your honorary best big brother slash daddy figure, it’s my job to help teach you personally, so we’re gonna work on your endurance training.” Izuku’s not phased, he calls it endurance training, but it’s really just an excuse to tickle torture his belly because it’s his worst spot and the man knows that it is. “I’m gonna do everything and anything I want to this tummy, bar raspberries, and if you suck in your tummy, I’m gonna blow two raspberries over your belly button.”

The teen giggles at the thought of it, they’ve done this before, he knows how cruel the hero can be. “What do I get if I win?”

“Hmm,” Keigo hums thoughtfully. “So, I have a new limited edition converse line coming out, hasn’t been released yet, not intended to until the end of next month, if you succeed in not sucking your tummy in until I’m done with it, I’ll let you pick which ones you want before they’re released.”

Izuku thinks it over, he usually gets Keigo’s merch before it’s released in stores, they’re close like that, and he’ll undoubtedly get the hightops either way, again, Keigo loves him just that much and strives to make him happy.

In turn he provides the man unlimited cuddles, win-win, in his book.

The cuddles are an added bonus too, he’s not gonna lie.

He’s also seen the designs for the converse sneakers he’s talking about and knows which ones he’d like to get his hands on, despite also knowing he’s going to get them either way, for free, Keigo gives him merch when he wants it, especially if it’s his own, and hasn’t been released yet, so in all reality he doesn’t have to agree to this game.

But, on the same hand, Keigo’s been busy with new sidekicks and missions and they haven’t really gotten to be together in a little over a month and a half, and, despite how brutal the man was to his belly when it came to this game, it was fun to play.

So, he grins and nods. “Deal.”

“Awesome.” The man smiles down at his belly. “I’ve been waiting to get my fingers on this tummy for the longest time.” He giggles as the hero hovers his wiggling fingers over his bare belly. “Is this tummy ready?” The hero asks playfully, smiling at the wild giggles that echo around the room, the young teenager watching his fingers with apt attention. “I’ve got lost time to make up for, so I hope this belly is prepared, it’s really in for it.”

“Keehehehehehei!” Izuku feels a tad bit regretful now, the teasing makes it so much worse, Keigo knows this, he knows this, and he knows the man knows he knows this. “Nohohohoho!”

Sometimes he says no, but he doesn’t really mean it, he’d never admit it out loud to a single living soul, but sometimes he likes playing these games, especially with his hero, he knows Keigo knows it too, he doesn’t have to say it, the signs are easily picked up on, so they have a word, when he’s really had enough, he says the word, and the hero stops, the winged man is torturous, but he’s not cruel, he knows the boundaries and he respect’s them.

Izuku giggles harder when the wiggling fingers dip down towards his belly, resisting the urge to throw his hands down with great difficulty, kicking his feet as best as he can. “I’m gonna give this tummy all the love it missed out on during my time away.”

His fingers pause in their wiggling, and the heroling’s bright green eyes flit up to meet his, and he smiles playfully. “Let’s get started.” Izuku squeals when those fingers suddenly dig into his belly, wiggling circles of tickles around and around, painting a path of playful destruction in their wake. He shrieks with laughter, throwing his hands down, and the hero laughs. “Remember, you suck in your tummy, you get two raspberries over that little button.” He shakes his head, Keigo knows how to play this game, and he knows how to play it well. “Do you remember the raspberries?” He leans over him slightly, resting his fingers along his sides. “Do you need me to remind you about them?”

“No! Nohohoo! I reheheheemember!”

Keigo grins. “I think I should show you.”

“Youhuhu dohohon’t neheheheed tohohoho!”

“Well,” he smiles lightly. “Let’s just as this tummy what it thinks.” The hero leans over him, looking down at his belly, hovering just above his belly button. “Tummy, do you need a demonstration on the matter that is raspberries?” He turns his head slightly, pressing his ear over the kid’s belly, humming as though words were being exchanged. “I see, I do, I would be delighted to.” He pulls away slightly, turning to look him in the eyes, that playful light gleams in the hero's eyes, he missed that light. "Your belly seems to think it needs reminded."

"It's lyhyhying!"

"Tummies never lie."

"It ihihis! It is!"

"Now, nestling, I think I would know if tummies lie." He looms back out over his belly. "Let me oblige this tummy’s wishes."

"No! No, Kei! Stay away! Not those! Not berries! Don't do it! Dohohon't dohohoho ihihihit!"

The hero takes a deep breath, bending over him, and lowers his head down, pressing his lips over his belly button, and rests there. The boy squeals softly, kicking his legs again, sucking in his belly as much as he can. Keigo chuckles, releasing his big breath, and rubs his nose over the small belly button. "You just really want those berries, don't you?"

"Nohoho! Nohohot beheheherries! Hahahahhahahaahahahaha! Plehehehhehease!"

He takes another deep breath and presses in deeper than before, this time he knows it's coming, and Izuku tries to prepare himself for it.

He can't.

"EEIEIAIAHAAHHAHAHAHAHHA AHAHAHAHAHAHAHHHAHA! NO! NOHOHOHO EEIEIIAAAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA AHAHAHHAHAHAHAAHA! KEI KEHEHEHEEI EEAIAIAIAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHA NOT THOSE EEIEIAIAAHAAHAHAHAHA AHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA! NO MORE AHAHAHAHAHEEIEEIEIAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAA NOHOHO MOOHHOHOHOORE! EEIIEIEAHAHAHHAHHAHA AHAHHAHAAHAHHA HOLD IT HOHOHOHOLD IIIEIEIEIIEEHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHHAHA HAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAA!"

"Do you remember what berries are now, little tummy?" He laughs freely as the hero presses his ear back over his belly, nodding along mockingly, and gives a soft hum. "Of course, I can show you one more time."

"No! NO! Kei! Get away! Not those! Not berries! Please!"

"I'm sorry, Zu, I'm only doing what this tummy wants."

"Nohhohoho!" Izuku tenses when he feels the hero press his lips back over his belly button, holding onto a massive breath. "EIEIEIAAIAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA KEI NO EEIEIEIIEAIAHAHAHAHAHAHAH! IT KNOWS IT KNOWS EEEIEIEIIEAAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA HAHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA EIEIIEAIHAAHAHHAHAHAHA AHAHAHAHAHHAHAHHAHA IT KNOWS!"

"Are you sure?"

"I'M SURE! I'M REALLY SURE!"

"Alright, if you're sure." Keigo sits back up again and smiles down at him. "I just wanted to be sure, I mean, your tummy did ask me to show it again." He holds two fingers out over his belly. "Now, remember, you suck in that tummy, you get two raspberries."

The young hero in training nods quickly, vowing not to suck in his belly, no matter what sort of torture may be laid upon him.

"Good boy." He pokes his two fingers all over his belly, in random places, there is no way for him to map out any sort of pattern. "You're doing better than I thought you would." He does giggle too, shimmying from side to side, as much as his binds will allow, watching those two fingers closely with his bright violet eyes. "Now, for the true test." He raises a single finger for him to see, and he stares at it intently, watching as that finger turns, pointing down at him, and slowly begins to lower. He falls still when the finger pokes into his belly button, standing there, the hero staring up at him as though waiting for his reaction.

He shrieks when the finger starts to wiggle, and he can't help it, he tells himself not to, he orders himself to hold it back, but it happens, and he sucks in his belly.

"Oh, ho, ho, I knew that would work!" Keigo leans over him, resting his hand on his other side, curling his fingers around his side to keep him from squirming away. "Time for your berries."

"No!"

"Yes!" He takes a deep breath and rushes down, pressing his face into his belly, and blows a massive raspberry over his belly button.

Izuku throws his head back with a bright squeal of laughter. "EEIIEIAIAAAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAA I'M SORRY EEEIEIIEAIIAAHIAHAHAHHAHAHHAHHAHAHA IT WAS A MISTAKE EEIEIAIAHAHAHAHAHHAHAA HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAA! WAIT WAIT EEIEIIEAIAIHAAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAA YOU ONLY SAID TWO EEIIEIEAIAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHHA! KEIII EEIEIEIAIAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHHA YOU SAID TWO EEIEIEIAAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA!"

"I know," Keigo straightens, poking him playfully in the side, smiling as he giggles breathlessly. "But, you're just so darn cute, I can't help myself."

"I'm cuhuhute?"

He nods, smiling when the teen giggles, as he wiggles his index fingers on either side of his belly button. "Adorable."

[heliads]

lisa, honey, is the end of an era I FINISHED TEEN WOLF

honestly i can't believe it, it's been quite the journey and i wasn't ready for the end, i miss my characters what am i gonna do help

i was waiting for taylor's announcement and decided "ok, this is it, i'm gonna finish it" AND I DID AND I'M DEVASTATED

first of all, the very ending, when scott says "they're my friends... my pack" and they all walked together i was bawling my eyes out, i got so attached to all of them, i couldn't help it. i also cried SO MUCH when theo took that boy's pain because now he cares 😭😭😭😭 it was so emotional i was silently screaming on the couch

malia and scott trying to learn how to fight without seeing was incredible and i was shocked when deucalion died. peter and derek came wich was great because i missed them! OH, CHRIS ARGENT AND DEREK HALE IN BRAZIL, I SCREAMED SO LOUD, I CAN'T EVEN EXPLAIN.

the plot for 6b was really interesting btw, how fear can turn people into killers, there's a similar plot in supergirl and it's one of my favorite seasons. also, monroe was disgusting, everytime she showed up i was like "oh god, here we go again", the way she's a guidance counselor and talks about killing kids like it's killing a mosquito, she was terrible. and gerard... that man is the devil, that's all i'm gonna say

lydia and malia in the morgue was one of the best scenes of these last episodes for me, when lydia is like "pfff there's no way i'm gonna touch-" and malia just grabs her hand and place it on the corpse, i laughed so hard. i love their friendship.

now can we talk about the way that scott literally clawed his own eyes out to stop the anuk-ite from turning him into stone, i almost died. he's such an angel, he's just genuinely such a good boy i love him so much, i wanted to hug him so badly. the way malia had to kiss him later to trigger the healing process, it was really cute too.

i just think that they did my girl dirty in the last episode, lydia didn't do anything, i was sad. they spend all this time saying how her scream is extremely powerfull and everytime we get to the big fights, she never uses it. i mean, she saw malia turned to stone and literally disappeared until it was time to help scott with the eye thing, i was really upset about it

and of course, stydia. i think they forgot they made it canon, there's no other answer. i don't think they even interacted in the last episode, we were robbed. but at least stiles came back, i literally screamed when he showed up in his jeep, my dad was laughing at my excitement

chris and melissa are a great couple, i loved it for them. but i'm also curious about the movie because with allison coming back, this is going to be a gossip girl situation, but i'm here for it.

the nogitsune saying scott failed allison also broke my heart, i think i cried more than anything while watching the finale lol

well, i guess that's it, at least that's what i could remember. please tell me your thoughts, now that i'm done i'm dying to know! and about jane eyre, i'm reaching the end, she's in the moor house. she just got better and is bonding with the two other girls!

thanks for listening to me, you're really lovely <3

you finished teen wolf!! dear lord it hurts. from the season 6a ending alone i was absolutely devastated, i remember i literally had to go walk around outside for like half an hour because i couldn't take it. read into that as you will.

also, let's talk about theo's character development!! that's how you do it. he could take the boy's pain bc he had grown so much!! still makes me lose it.

no actually scott mccall deserves the world and i will never shut up about that. he is one of the honest to god best tv protagonists i've seen because he's so unselfish and kind it's insane. the clawing the eyes out thing was absolutely brutal and it killed me when i saw it.

yes, lydia was totally misused! it still bothers me that they waited so long to develop her banshee abilities and then she only used them once and twice. she could have been so powerful if she was allowed to be, which is so annoying. and yess the stydia agenda was kind of sidetracked throughout the entirety of that show. they loved teasing it but didn't actually want to show it lol.

i am fascinated to see how the teen wolf movie deals with allison. i loved that the show kept referencing her- i feel like it's super common to have a show that kills off a beloved character and then just never brings them up again? glad that wasn't the case here, but yeah allison somehow coming back from the dead is going to be bizarre.

i love your takes!! i'm so glad you liked the show, and would love to keep talking about teen wolf + future shows if given the chance. teen wolf is honestly one of my favorite shows because i felt such a strong wave of emotions throughout the entirety of it. love it and love you!!

[maraudersbutmuggle]

Mary and love

Content Warning: Sexual Assault, Toxic Masculinity.

Love is fake. Mary believed in passion and attraction. But love, as such... Mary hadn't experienced it. And it was fine, because she didn't suffer.

Her mother, Delilah, lost the love of her life. But after a short time, she got over him and was with another man. So Mary didn't believe in love.

Maybe love was simply passion and attraction. And people invented another word to give people hope. But passion and attraction passed. It was ephemeral.

So that was why when James said "I love you", Mary panicked. Boys could say a bunch of ridiculous things after sex. They got tired and stupid.

So Mary started avoiding James. Mary had fancied James since they were eleven. And she didn't understand why Lily wouldn't like him back. And when they started dating at the end of last summer, Mary thought she was so lucky. Now she was thinking maybe Lily was right. James was a bit intense.

It isn't his fault. Mary thought. Why can't you love him back?

Mary liked him. And maybe now she realized, she liked him just as a special friend.

So that was why Mary was crying in the main patio. Because she decided to break up with James.

"Why are you crying?"

Mary jumped with the sound of that voice. She thought she was alone.

"Nick..." she said "We girls cry. You wouldn't understand"

Nicolai Mulciber wasn't exactly a sensitive boy.

But surprisingly he sat next to Mary.

"I wanted a fag" he explained.

Mary shrugged as he lit it up.

"Potter is an imbecile" Nick whispered

"Ha?"

"If he makes you cry, then he is an idiot"

Mary stared at Nicolai.

"It wasn't James. He is a gentleman" Mary sighed

Nicolai shrugged "Whatever"

"How come you're not making jokes about me or saying something stupid about my boobs?"

"It was one time" Nick said "And I'm not that bad. I do respect women crying"

"Okay, whatever" Mary sighed, ready to get the hell out of there.

"I'm just saying..." Mulciber said "If you were my girlfriend, I wouldn't make you cry"

"I told James didn't..."

"Potter is blind or what? You're beautiful"

Mary sniffed "What?"

"You are a pretty bird" Nick looked at Mary's lips "That's all"

Mary was stupid. She was out of her mind. Because she kissed Nicolai Mulciber right there. Nicolai Mulciber. The asshole with record of being a fuck boy who made innapropiate jokes to girls. But fuck, the way he was stroking Mary's chin, gently, showed her another side of him.

But Mary pushed him away because: James.

"I... I have to go" she said. And stormed out of there before Nick could answer.

And now Mary was avoiding two boys. But somehow, she couldn't get Nicolai out of her mind. And she couldn't keep hurting James.

So Mary broke up with him.

"But... but I don't understand... I love you..." James' eyes filled with tears.

"Oh Jamie" Mary said "You don't love me. You just think you do"

"But I do"

"You're just attached to me because I was your first. And you're mesmerized by the good sex..."

"Pfff.... That's not true"

Mary smiled and stroked his cheek.

"I had a good time with you. And I know you too..." Mary said "But I think you're looking for someone to get married and have babies with... And I am not that girl"

"Well.... fuck..." James sniffed.

Mary smiled. James was too adorable. She kissed him for the last time.

"I want us to be friends, okay?"

James nodded.

"And besides, you can go back to droll for Lily"

James snorted.

"I don't fancy Evans anymore"

Mary raised an eyebrow.

James sighed "Friends it is"

Nicolai's intense stares from his table, made Mary shiver. She couldn't avoid fancying him. And wanting to kiss him again.

"Come to the next Knights' party" he told her secretly as they crossed in the halls.

Mary bit her lip.

"Those parties have a reputation, you know?"

"Everyone is thrilled to come" Nick said "Plus... I promise you will have a good time"

Mary tried not to smile "And why should I trust you?"

"Just come" Nick grinned "And you'll see why"

Mary didn't tell Lily and Marlene about the party of course. They would kill her. So she went by herself.

And Nicoali smirked when he saw her. They were flirting with their eyes. As they had done for days. And Mary pretended not to be interested. She moved through the party dancing, and pretending to ignore him. She knew Nick was staring.

"I propose...." The Knights leader, Justin Rosier spoke to the crowd "Nicolai Mulciber" he grinned at him "and...." his eyes landed on Mary "Mary Macdonald for Seven Minutes in Heaven"

Mary had heard rumours about The Knights playing that silly game. But she didn't believe it was actually true. She snorted.

"Is there a way to say no?" Mary joked.

But nobody laughed.

"Alright" she walked with Nicolai to the little Janitor's closet.

She was grinning, the door closed. But when she heard the lock, her smiled disappeared.

"Now do to me what you've been doing to me with your eyes, Macdonald, eat me"

Nicolai got closer.

"Okay..." Mary snorted "The joke is over. I'm really claustrophobic, so let me out"

Nicolai didn't answer. He just stared at her.

"Nick..."

"What's the problem?" he asked "You're a little whore anyway. Don't play the saint now"

Mary was getting uncomfortable. She swallowed.

"The space is too close here"

"That's better" Nick got closer. He began kissing Mary's neck.

"Nick... I don't like this, okay?" she said "Can we go somewhere else?"

"Shut up, Macdonald..." he said "You're a whore with everyone and not with me?"

Nick's hands were everywhere. And all Mary could do was try to push him away. But he was pressed against her. His hard member there.

"I'm not a whore..."

"WHERE IS SHE?" Mary heard a familiar voice outside "WHERE IS SHE? ASSHOLES!"

"Your little whore friend is having fun" a voice said and many laughed.

"Marlene?" Mary asked "MARLENE!!!"

Nicolai covered her mouth.

"Sh sh..."

"MARY?" Marlene knocked the door "OPEN THE DOOR!! OPEN THE BLOODY DOOR!"

"OPEN THE DOOR OR I'LL CALL THE TEACHERS" Lily's voice said "Sev..."

"Alright... Open the door..." Severus Snape said "It's just a funny game"

Mary didn't even know he was a Knight. He was Lily's friend.

"I'll determine that newbie" Rosier said

"Fuck. I'll call McGonagall right now" Lily warned "I have her in speed dial"

"Open the door" Rosier ordered

"FUCK" Nicolai murmured.

When the door was opened, Mary ran towards Marlene and Lily. They hugged.

"Mary, are you okay?" Lily asked.

"You came to a bloody Knight Party, Mary. Are you insane?" Marlene added

And Mary swallowed her tears.

"What's the problem?" Nick dared to ask "We were just having fun"

"You call this fun?" Marlene asked

"Seven Minutes in heaven is a Knights' tradition..."

"Shut up, Rosier"

"What, Madonald?" Nicolai asked "Did I force you to enter with me?"

Mary turned to look at him in surprise. She hated him. She hated him so much. And she hated herself for ever fancying him.

He was right. She had been flirting with him. She kissed him first. She followed him to this party, like a puppy. She wanted to get into that closet with him. She wanted to fuck him.

She was a whore.

"Yeah..." Mary said with knot on her throat "We were just having fun"

Nick smiled. And Mary wanted to vomit. Instead she turned to the girls.

"Let's go girls. I'm done with this party"

Mary pretended to be okay, as they got to The Gryffindor's Common Room.

"Nicolai Mulciber, Mary... Why?" Marlene asked

"Just leave her, Marlene"

"Nick Mulciber was a total mistake" Mary faked a smile "The Knights are not mature enough for me"

"Are you sure, you're okay?" Lily asked again.

"What happened?"

And The Marauders were there, worried.

"What are you doing awake?" Lily asked like a scolding mother

"Bloody homework. This year is shit, Evans" James said "Why are you awake?"

Seeing James, made Mary feel stupid.

"You're a bit pale, Macdonald" Sirius raised an eyebrow

"Honestly, I'm fine" she said "I'm just tired"

"Where were you?" Remus asked

"Knights Party" Mary shrugged "They are children. Playing stupid games"

"The Knights?" James asked "Don't get into those parties, girls. They are idiots"

"Trust me they are" Sirius said "My father was one"

"We weren't there. Just Mary"

"Noted" Mary shrugged "Can I go to sleep, please?"

Mary got into the dorm. In auto pilot.

"I'm having a shower" she said to her dormmates.

She got undressed and got into the shower. The hot water warmed her body. And then the tears came.

And Mary knew love didn't exist. At least not for her.

Mary didn't know why she was afraid of Mulciber. That bloody asshole who laughed with The Knights. He was just a kid, Mary figured. So immature and stupid.

One day, Mary woke up feeling beautiful and sure again. She put makeup again. And wore the Uniform as she used to.

"I'm done being sick" she told her friends who were starting to get worried.

James almost went and killed Nicolai when he found out about their Seven Minutes in Heaven.

Mary approached Nick while he was with his friends.

"Hey Nick..."

Nicolai snorted when he saw her. "She just can't stay away from me" he whispered to his friends, they laughed "What do you want MacDonald?"

Mary kicked him in the balls. Nicolai crumbled down in pain. His friends laughed at him. Between them was Snape. Mary wanted him away from Lily.

"Now listen to me while your balls are in pain" Mary said "I'm not afraid of you anymore, Nick. You're a sad excuse of a boy. You seek attention like a baby. And I feel sorry for you. Yes, sorry. Because you want me so badly it hurts you. And you fell in love with me. But you'll never had me. I'm too much of a woman for your miserable self. And that pisses you off.... And also, you have a tiny dick. I've seen it" Mary smiled proud of herself.

The Knights laughed amused. Except for Snape. Nicolai clenched his teeth. He looked hurt.

"Have a nice day boys" Mary winked and walked away.

She was never gonna let a bloke hurt her again.

[trulivin]

Actual Sex God

A/N: As promised. Sorry it’s so short. I’m in a real writing slump right now and I don’t know why. I hope you enjoy this and to the nonny who requested, I hope this is what you were looking for! Also this is my first time writing something mildly smutty so I apologize in advance. 

JJ x Reader, Outer Banks

Warnings: a lil bit of sexual themes, swearing

*gif not mine*

“My friends will love you, I promise,” Kie said to Y/N as the two of them made their way up to the front porch of the Chateau. “You don’t know that,” the girl nervously bit her lip, “I just moved in three days ago and from what you’ve told me, y’all seem pretty tight.” Kie threw her head back and let out a light laugh.

“Y/N you are my new sister. They have to like you. And besides, they’re super chill. I promise you,” Kie smiled sweetly before entering the screened-in porch. “Guys!” she called, “I have someone I would like you all to meet!” 

Y/N watched as three boys piled out of the house. “This is Y/N Y/L/N, my newly adopted sister,” Kie introduced.

The first one who stepped up said, “What’s up? I’m Pope.” He gave Y/N a kind smile and shook her hand enthusiastically. The boy with brown longish hair raised a hand and spoke, “John B and this,” he gestured to the blond boy who was shamelessly checking Y/N out, “Is JJ.” “Sup,” JJ winked. 

“Pig,” Kie muttered as JJ threw his hands up in defense. “Hey you never told us your new sister was hot,” JJ responded. “No, nuh uh Y/N is off limits. No Pogue-on-Pogue macking,” Kie fired back. As the two went on bickering, John B approached the timid girl with a gentle look on his face. 

“Welcome to the life of the Pogues, Y/N,” John B said. “Thanks,” Y/N returned the smile, sitting on one of the chairs. John B took the seat next to her as Pope, Kie, and JJ settled around them. 

“So, Y/N,” Pope started, “Why did Kie’s parents adopt you, if you don’t mind me asking.” Y/N chewed on the inside of her lip instantly heating up as all the attention turned to her. Y/N glanced around and saw Kie give her a small smile of encouragement. 

“Yo, you don’t have to tell us if it’s like some personal shit or something like that,” JJ interrupted. Y/N shot him a grateful glance but took a breath anyways. “My dad left and my mom is now an addict. They’ve known Kie’s parents a long time before we moved off the island so when DCS wanted to put me in foster care after my mother about OD’d, Kie was the first person I had them call. So now we’re here,” Y/N explained. At this point, Y/N was relieved to get out of her messed up home. 

As soon as Y/N stopped talking, she noticed how quiet everyone was. Heat flushed her face as she spoke again, “Look, not a big deal. I’m glad to be gone and out of the foster care system.” She glanced around and saw looks of sympathy and pity written across everyone’s faces. 

“Well,” Pope said slowly, “Welcome to our family.”

The others murmured in agreement, and Y/N soon felt herself relaxing even with JJ’s eyes constantly on her. 

Weeks turned to months and Y/N soon found her place amongst the Pogues. During that time, she had grown extremely close to JJ, surprisingly. It took awhile for her to stop being so ruffled by his flirtatious remarks, but once the ice was broken, the two found themselves inseparable. 

Especially on beautiful days like today. 

The Pogues decided it would do them some good to take a break from the whole treasure hunt and Kook drama and spend the day on the docks. 

“This is so peaceful,” Kie groaned, laying out. Y/N smiled at her “sister” before turning her attention to the boys who were lounging on the floats. 

“Do you guys ever wonder if like crabs can communicate with their own kind in some sort of language under water?” JJ asked. “Annnnnd, moment ruined,” Kie sat up shooting JJ a confused look. Y/N let out a laugh as John B, Pope, and the blond started discussing their theories. 

Kie just laid back down rolling her eyes as the boys began arguing over some other stupid topic. Y/N, however, happily watched her friends so care-free and for once, relaxed. John B wasn’t worried about finding the gold, Pope wasn’t stressing over his scholarship, and JJ, well he seemed happier than he had been in days. 

JJ had told her he went home a few days ago and it wasn’t the greatest reunion between him and his father, leaving him in a sour mood. 

Y/N took the time to really look at JJ too. She noticed how the sun seemed to turn his skin bronze while his hair golden. The glistening water dripped down his toned arms every time he would articulate while his abs flexed when he held himself up on the float. The aviators gave him a sexy edge as well. He looked like some sort of sun god or something.

Y/N couldn’t take her eyes off of the boy. 

“You’re staring,” Kie said as she sat up again. Y/N jumped at the sound of her voice. “I am not,” she snipped. Kie let out a hearty laugh and said, “You should just tell him you like him.” Y/N gave her an incredulous look. “Pfff,” she struggled to lie, “I do not.” 

“Is-is that drool?” Kie asked playfully gesturing to Y/N’s chin. 

Her eyes went big and her hand shot to her mouth. Y/N felt nothing. 

Kie roared with laughter as Y/N playfully smacked her. “Shut up Kie!” she exclaimed as her friend kept cackling. “It’s okay. You two are always flirting anyways,” Kie laughed. “We do not!” Y/N retorted. 

“Ya you do,” Kie said, “But it’s fine because JJ seems very happy whenever he’s around you.” Y/N felt warm and not because of the sun. She always loved seeing JJ happy even when he had a horrible home life, and she was glad she could be a part of his happiness. 

“No Pogue-on-Pogue macking,” Y/N scoffed. Kie rolled her eyes from right next to her. “Long before you got here, JJ hit on me like everyday. And not to mention John B tried kissing me once,” she said. 

“What?” Y/N barked out a laugh. The sound carried all the way to the boys in the water causing JJ’s attention to turn to the girls on the dock. Y/N’s bikini clad body and the sound of her laugh made JJ feel weak. 

“Yes yes shut up,” Kie retorted playfully, shoving Y/N. 

“My point is, it’s really not that big of a deal. Unless it’s one-sided then things get weird. BUT it’s not one sided so you should hit that,” Kie added. 

“You sound like JJ,” Y/N snorted, “but I will say, I would gladly.” 

***

Later that evening, as the sun was setting, John B and Pope made a bonfire while JJ, Y/N, and Kie were inside the Chateau gathering whatever they could burn. Luckily they also found marshmallows and stuff for s’mores. 

Kie slipped outside with her items leaving JJ and Y/N to finish scouring the home. 

Y/N opened a cabinet and saw an unopened box of graham crackers that weren’t stale, and went to reach for them. Unfortunately, her height was unforgiving tonight as she stood on her toes trying to reach for it. 

She huffed, trying to jump up and grab it, but still was unable to reach it. 

A warm hand grabbed her exposed waist as an arm appeared to her right grabbing the box with ease. “Shortie,” JJ laughed in her ear. Y/N turned around and immediately flushed at the close proximity of their bodies. JJ was wearing his signature smirk and no shirt.

“Thanks,” Y/N tried to sound playful, but it almost came out as a stifled groan as his body pressed hers against the counter. 

“Aw what’s got you so flustered Y/N?” JJ grinned. Y/N dared to meet his gaze. He had a playful look in his eyes, but his pupils were completely blown. She gulped slowly trying to ignore the heat radiating between them. “Nothing,” she gasped as his warm hand found her waist again. His other hand rested on the counter, trapping her further. 

Y/N subconsciously bit her lip and saw JJ’s dark eyes flicker to her mouth hungrily. The next thing she knew JJ was leaning closer. Y/N’s head was spinning. His face was mere inches from her. He smelled like salt and still seemed to be glowing even without the sun. Closer and closer. Y/N didn’t dare move.

And just as his lips brushed hers, he turned his head and whispered in her ear, “Are you sure about that?” All traces of playfulness gone. Y/N didn’t even respond as his lips connected with her ear and trailed down her neck. 

Finger tips danced at the waistline of her shorts. Her hands immediately steadying herself by grabbing onto his ripped stomach. 

“You know,” JJ spoke lowly in between his wet, sloppy kisses burning her skin, “You’re not so subtle when you are staring.” Y/N’s eyes flew open, more heat rushing to her cheeks. JJ halted feeling her tense under him, pulling away to look at her. 

“I-I was not,” Y/N mumbled, diverting her eyes. She felt JJ’s chest erupt with laughter before his hand tugged her chin up, forcing her to look at him. “I like staring at you too and imagining what you’d look like without clothes for that matter,” he drawled. 

With that, JJ attached his mouth to hers and Y/N immediately melted into the kiss. He was sweet and slow at first before his tongue slid over her lips asking for permission. Tongues fought for dominance as she hooked her legs around his waist as he hoisted her on to the counter. 

JJ’s hands dug into her thighs as he ground into her looking for any sort of friction. Y/N let out an exasperated groan as she felt his member push on the inside of her thigh. His hands found their way to the waistband of her pants again, wasting no time tugging on them for permission. 

Y/N let out another strangled moan as his lips broke from hers and found her neck again, as a hand dipped in her pants now. His fingers slowly teased her before slipping into her entrance. “Shit JJ,” Y/N cursed causing him to chuckle. 

“Guys!” a voice yelled from the porch. JJ and Y/N both seemed to jump a part being pulled back into reality. John B couldn’t see them from the porch but he could definitely hear them. “We’re waiting on the s’mores stuff and I would really appreciate it if you two don’t fuck in my kitchen!” John B shouted. 

JJ and Y/N looked at each other sheepishly before he helped her down from the counter. “We’re coming man!” JJ yelled back, helping Y/N gather stuff up. JJ smiled at the appearance of her. Her hair was a mess, her cheeks were flushed, and her neck was already starting to bruise up. 

Y/N met his gaze and smiled back before letting it falter. JJ instantly frowned. 

“Um, this-this isn’t just like a uh one time thing?” Y/N asked quietly as they made their way for the house. “What?” JJ replied. “Like it…” she paused, taking a breath. “Like it isn’t just a fling. Like there will be more to it than just this.” 

JJ stopped and faced her. He had just assumed she thought he liked her with all his constant flirtatious remarks. “Y/N,” he said seriously, “I told you the moment I met you, you were the hottest person I’d ever seen in my life.” Y/N rolled her eyes, not really happy he was saying this. She thought for a fraction of a second that Kie was maybe right, and that maybe JJ liked her back and more than just her looks. 

“And then I got to know you,” JJ continued immediately after she tore her gaze away from him. Her eyes snapped back to his. “Your personality made you ten times hotter. You have a beautiful soul and you never fail to make me smile everyday no matter what. You became my best friend from day one. How can there not be more to this?” JJ concluded. 

“JJ…” Y/N grinned. He smiled back at her before leaning down and pressing his lips to hers again. The kiss was soft. Reassuring. 

“Seriously! Don’t fuck in my kitchen!!” John B shouted again while watching the two on the porch. Y/N and JJ broke apart laughing at each other. “Ok! Ok!” JJ yelled back wrapping his arm around Y/N. 

“Besides,” JJ leaned into her, whispering as they crossed the lawn, “When I do fuck you, it won’t just be on his counter. We’ll christen the whole damn house.” Y/N’s stomach dropped and heat rushed to her face earning another chuckle from JJ. 

“One day sweetheart,” he said kindly, pressing a kiss to her forehead joining their friends around the fire pit. “One day.”

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Yay I’m so glad I got something out there! SO SO sorry for the delay! 

[yodawgiherd]

Cabin at Daytime

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You thought that you could escape EM cottagecore in a modern AU? Fools!

Eren was poked into consciousness by gentle yet unyielding fingers. Sitting up, he saw Mikasa watching him, eyes shining with tears.

“Another nightmare?”

She nodded.

“I know the continuation of the story, wanna hear it?”

Looking over her, Eren saw some major differences from the last time. Mikasa had tears in her eyes, but she wasn’t crying, her face had a sort of acceptance written into it. Her dream must have been bittersweet because she had a strong feeling of melancholy about her. Sad, but not terribly wrecked by it. Something happened, but it was bound to happen, and it was the best outcome of the events she was stuck at.

Rubbing the sleep from his eyes, Eren gave her a warm smile, hoping to make her feel better.

“Of course. Told you that I’m on the edge of my seat.”

“Okay..”, she drawled, “But I have a condition.”

From the way her teeth shone in the darkness, Eren had a faint idea what Mikasa might want at three in the morning.

“Is it pancakes?”, he tried.

It was pancakes.

Fifteen minutes later, he was standing in the kitchen and preparing her sweet treat while Mikasa sat at the counter, bare legs swinging freely. Her hands were wrapped around a fresh cup of coffee that she was sipping in order to wake up.

“So?”, he asked, sprinkling the chocolate chips in, “Going to tell me while I cook?”

“Sure.”, Mikasa took a deep breath and looked Eren straight in the eyes, her voice serious, “I killed you.”

Not that surprising, considering that he was the big bad evil guy in her dreams.

“Again? Didn’t you dream about that already?”

“I did, but It was different this time.”

“And didn’t Armin off me too?”

Mikasa shook her head, the moonlight reflecting against her midnight bangs.

“You got up from that.”

“Guess I could have seen it coming, I’m nothing if not stubborn.”

She giggled at that, small simpers escaping through the tears that were present on her face.

“I cut off your head.“

“How?“

“With a sword.”, she reached over, dragging a single black fingernail over Eren’s throat, “Riiiight here.”

“Ouch.”

“And then we kissed.”

“Uhm...”

Mikasa fell silent, pondering what she just said.

“Well,”, Eren began, “Did I see you before you killed me?”

“Yea…”

“All good then.”

She looked up, a question on her face.

“What do you mean?”

“If I got to die while looking at you, then there is nothing more I could wish for.”

A sniffle.

“There was no other way.”

“Of course. I told you – that mess must have been my fault, I do not blame you in the slightest. Although there is one thing I’d like to say.”

“Yes?”

“I think that I prefer kissing you while my head is attached to my body.”

Finally, she laughed out loud, scooting over on the kitchen counter to be closer. Taking a gentle hold of his head, Mikasa angled it properly, bowing down and pressing her lips against his. So warm and gentle, as only Eren could be, it made her eyes flutter close from the pure sweetness of it. His were closed too, she noticed, but he was very much alive against her mouth. Mikasa tasted like the coffee she drank and combined with the natural sweetness of her lips, it was downright delicious. Nip here and there, Mikasa was sighing into the kiss before she realized it.

“As much as I adore kissing you, I should finish the food.”, Eren murmured against her addicting lips, “Might burn it.”

Mikasa loved Eren’s chocolate chip pancakes and burning them was heresy. Releasing him, she sat back, leaning on her arms and watching him work.

“You know, maybe it’s not so bad that you cut my head off.”

“Eren, what in seven hells are you on about?”

“Well, even as a head I could be of service to you,”, like a damn snake, he wiggled his tongue at her, “You do adore my oral skill, don’t you?”

She did, but Mikasa also strongly preferred having all of Eren to enjoy, not just a damn head. That joke went overboard for her because she remembered the kiss from her dream which was so tragic and so far from what Eren was suggesting. Filled with a wave of slight nausea, Mikasa let her disgust show on her face.

“Fine, I’m not talking to you anymore. Even better, I’m breaking off our engagement and I’ll be moving out in the morning. Good day, sir.”

With that, she turned away from him, closing her eyes and overall just being done with Eren Yeager. Seeing it, he realized that he might have overstepped his boundaries, and the last thing he wanted was to have his angel mad at him. Turning the heat down for a moment, he leaned closer, gently nudging the collar of her too-large sleeping shirt down her shoulder with his nose. Once her porcelain skin was bare to him, Eren kissed it gently, moving his lips over the pale expanse. At the same time his hands got adventurous, one starting from Mikasa’s knee and moving upwards, kneading those wonderful thighs of hers. The other circled her unresponsive form, a finger tracing the curve of her spine. She didn’t pull away but didn’t react to him either, marking his efforts as inefficient for now.

“I’m sorry, it was inappropriate.”

Nope, nothing. Very well then.

Eren moved up, focusing his kisses on her neck now, gently biting into the skin. His hand also slid up to Mikasa’s inner thigh, caressing. Finally that coaxed something out of her, a tiny moan that escaped her lips.

“I’m very sorry, Miki.”, he repeated between the kisses, “Please forgive me.”

Even while apologizing, he couldn’t help himself when his nose was pressed right against her skin. Her scent invaded his mind, gliding around the familiar place, reminding him of everything good that was in his life.

“God, you smell so good.”, he murmured.

She snickered, and the combination of joy and pleasure produced by Eren was enough for Mikasa to forgive. She turned towards him, grey eyes sliding over his face.

“Eren, I love you, but please don’t say things like that again. That kiss was so far from anything even remotely sexual that…”

“I know, and I won’t. I’m sorry, again.”

“Good.”, leaning close, she pecked him on the lips, “Now get back to cooking, I’m supposed to get my pancakes.”

With a grin, Eren let go of her and returned to the task at hand. Turning the heat up, he watched the pancake simmer into existence, all under Mikasa’s hungry gaze. She loved chocolate, and Eren made sure to put an extra portion of the brown chips into the next pancake he began creating.

“There was something else.”, she said, “Like a dream within a dream.”

That piqued his interest.

“Do go on.”

“The other Mikasa…”

“Dreamkasa?”, Eren offered, making her frown.

“Shush.”

“Yes ma’am.”

Dreamkasa. Almost as bad as that incredible nickname she had, Gothkasa. Pfff…

“She had a vision or something, of her living together with the other Eren, in a cabin.”

“Sounds peaceful.”

“It was. But at the same time…”, Mikasa rubbed a hand over her temple, trying to remember, “It was sad because they gave up something very important to have that life together. Still, he was so sweet to her, it was a wonderful experience.”, a memory coming back made her smile, “He caught fish for her.”

“Damn, I better step up my game then. But isn’t dream Eren a bad guy?”

“I don’t rightly know, the details escape me. I do remember how she felt about him though.”, Mikasa’s fingernails scratched the kitchen counter when she shifted her position, “She loved him, loved him so much. It reminded me of how much I love you.”

“Well, I can’t speak for the Dream Ere-,”, a grin, “Dreamren, but I love you to death. Not sure about catching, but if you want, I’ll buy you the biggest fish I can find.”

She smiled at that, softly.

“I’ll keep that in mind. I think that Eren loved her too, in his own way. It was the world that didn’t allow them to be together.”

“That’s a tragedy if I ever heard one.”, Eren flipped the pancake, “If the world was keeping me away from you, I’d be pretty darn pissed.”

“I don’t think that I would let anything keep us apart.”, Mikasa interjected, unconsciously flexing her impressive musculature.

“And to think that we almost broke up in the past over such stupid stuff.”

“Did we really?”

“Uhm…”, Eren looked up from his work, “You don’t remember?”

“I do, but I’m not sure that it was a breakup. We both felt terrible during it, didn’t we?”

“It was the worst time of my life.”, Eren immediately confessed.

“Same here. My point is, I doubt that we could ever stay apart, we craved each other so much.”

“Makes sense. Somewhat.”

“Yet all these problems and issues we have seem so trivial compared to what she went through. War, apocalypse, fighting for her life every damn day.”, Mikasa shivered, “She was a real hero.”

“Well, I for one am glad that no man-eating giants are chasing us around.”, he put the pancake on the growing pile, making another one right after, “I strongly prefer having you for myself and kissing you while not being dead.”

Stealing the fruit of his labor, Mikasa popped it into her mouth. Chewing, she had to agree with Eren on this one. Living like this was much better than the daily nightmares she had to go through in her past life-or-dreams. Here, Eren wasn’t threatening to destroy the whole world and she wasn’t forced to kill him to save it. Here, she could kiss him as much as she wanted to, their first kiss was very far from being the last. Here, they could get lost in each other’s bodies and consummate their love physically, without a worry in the world. Here, she could fall asleep in his arms every night and wake up to his yawning every morning. Here…. Here was everything she could ever ask for.

With the pancakes gone they settled on the couch, Mikasa lying down with Eren on top of her, tangled together. His head was in her hands and she ran her hands through his hair, once again getting too long. She should cut it. The thought of a haircut brought back yet another slight headache and a new memory popped up, again of the cabin. Mikasa looked at it, inspected the picture in her mind. There was something about that place, the simple wooden building was drawing her in. Maybe she should see it for herself, experience that dream within a dream. Giving in to her temptation, Mikasa spoke up.

“Eren?”

“Yes love?”

“Could we also go to a cabin for a few days?”

“Well aren’t you easily influenced.”, despite the tone of his words, Eren was smiling when he said them, “But I don’t mind, I should take a break from work. We’ll look for something in the morning, it will be nice to leave the city behind for a spell.”

Yet while running away from everything was cool in the concept, they both had several obligations to fulfill. Realizing that, Mikasa’s nose scrunched in irritation.

“Kiyomi won’t be pleased.”

“Neither will Erwin or Levi.”, Eren shrugged, “They’ll survive without us.”

This careless Eren was charming, and Mikasa found herself liking it.

“Okay. Let’s have a romantic getaway then.”

“Following the footsteps of a war hero and man who committed genocide.”

“They were quite the pair.”, Mikasa agreed, “But that only made their love that much special.”

“Let’s see, maybe we will get a whiff of it at the cabin.”

Plans made, dreams explained, pancakes eaten, they were tangled together in that comfortable silence achieved once a pair knows each other inside and out. The sun was slowly rising behind the windows, the night retreating. It was the incredible comfort and warmth Mikasa had in this love, it echoed through her entire being. Realizing it made her smile like an idiot because she and Eren were so lucky that they had each other forever. Although, if those dreams were truly her past life and she had to go through that much shit to get here, this love they had was well deserved.

Hundred times over.

In the end, it was surprisingly easy to arrange their little getaway. Erwin was happy to give Eren time off, Kiyomi would do anything for her star girl, and while Levi complained, he was secretly glad that Mikasa is taking a break. Sure, training was important with the Colosseum closer every day, but mental health was important too, and his sister more than deserved to have time for herself. And that fiancé of hers, Levi supposed. A tiny obstacle arose when Eren tried to pick the location because Mikasa was hard to satisfy.

“Not that one.”, she shook her head, “too modern.”

“Not this one either, I want to be close to the ocean.”

“Nah, not this, It has to be somewhere in the mountains.”

In the end, Eren gave up and let her search by herself while he packed. It didn’t take him long, as they needed just a few necessary things, the rest could always be bought. As he was zipping the bag closed, a sound of joy came from the table.

“Eren! I got it!”

He walked over to her, frowning at the cabin she picked. It looked archaic, old, and wooden, located away from any civilization.

“Looks savage.”

“This is the one. I’m sure of it.”, Mikasa was decided, and Eren wouldn’t argue.

This whole operation was her idea, after all. Mikasa’s cabin had an interesting rental system - once Eren paid the required amount the key would be waiting for them under a doormat. Guess it made sense, considering that there was literally no one around the cabin, and animals could hardly pick up the key and unlock the door. Unless they tried hard, that is. With the money transferred, all that was left was to get dressed and pick up the bags Eren packed, putting it all in the car. It was go time.

She was watching him from the passenger seat, he realized, her grey eyes studying from the dark shadows her makeup created. With a ruffle of her short, red pleated skirt, Mikasa put one foot up, the bottom of her white sneaker sinking a bit into the seat. The sunlight streaming in through the windows shimmered at her jewelry, the earrings and piercings, the studs in her choker, all the necklaces and most prominently on the silver cross that was snug between her breasts. Couldn’t forget her rings too, Eren reminded himself, watching as she smoothed a few bangs back behind her ear. Right, he should be focusing on the road, not on the way Mikasa dressed. Sure, the long black top was nice and all, hell, her whole outfit was amazing, but that was Mikasa for him. Beautifully pulling off the style that made Kiyomi’s teeth grit, because goth was dead but her top model didn’t care in the least.

Wondering if she will say what’s on her mind, Eren focused on the road, only sometimes stealing sidelong glances at her. He watched as Mikasa put one hand up to support her head, the sleeve of her shirt riding down and revealing the netted fingerless glove underneath. It was easy to know why she dressed up like this, even when they were going to a cottage in the middle of nowhere. Goth was her comfort clothing, she knew it inside out and put it on to prevent herself from being nervous. The makeup and jewelry were a routine that calmed her, her armor, it put her mind at ease. Eren knew why the cabin getaway put Mikasa in such a state, it must have been the dream. They worried her, even as they were approaching the romantic alone time, most likely because going there was triggered by them. To get her mind away from it, or offer encouragement, Eren spoke up.

“Penny for your thoughts?”

She stared at him for a moment, one black fingernail tapping at the corner of the dark red painted lips.

“I feel strange.”

“Strange good or strange bad? If it’s bad I’m turning the car around.”

“Neither, just strange.”

Talk about lack of information.

“Do you want to go back?”

Mikasa considered it for a moment but shook her head after, the inverted crosses in her ears swinging.

“No.”

The word had a finality to it, and Eren didn’t question it. Mikasa was an adult, she could decide on where she wanted to spend her time. Focusing back on the driving and away from the alluring goth visage on the passenger’s seat, Eren gripped the steering wheel a bit tighter and the car ate away at the distance.

The cabin was everything Mikasa wanted it to. It was wooden, old and looked as if it would fold by a stronger gust of wind. It was perfect. She almost ran to the door, the grass sliding beneath her sneakers, found the key under the doormat and unlocked. Yes, she thought to herself with eyes wandering, this was so close to her dream it was unreal. Almost as if the cabin was torn from her thoughts and put into reality. Eren came up behind her with the bags in his hands, breathing slightly faster than usual. He insisted on carrying everything like the gentleman he was, knowing that Mikasa could carry both him and the bags and not even get winded.

“You like it?”, he asked, putting the burden down and looking over the interior himself.

“It’s amazing, exactly as I wanted it to be.”

Sure, it was rundown, dirty, and probably very far from the health standards Eren would want, but Mikasa was happy. And that’s what mattered.

“Spectacular.

With a smile, Mikasa went out, soaking in the sunrays. Noticing a bench under the window, she crossed the distance to it, running a hand over the aged wood. But just as her skin made contact with the coarse surface, something happened. Splitting headache brought Mikasa down to her knees, eyes watering from the pain. She could see it now, clear as day, a scene unfolding in front of her. Eren was sitting at the bench, strange markings on his face, almost like scars. She, or the other version of her, was standing in front of him, her hair longer than what Mikasa’s current style was. She leaned forward, gently taking Eren’s head in her hands. He looked at her, and the tiredness in his face, that hurt to see. The scene was so painful that it tugged at Mikasa’s heart, the ache only intensifying when the other girl spoke, so softly. She spoke to that tired man and his face lit up as if her words could take away the pain and suffering he was experiencing. As if her voice was that of an angel, sent to finally free him from his torment.

“See you later, Eren.”, the other Mikasa said before planting a kiss on his lips.

Her vision blurring, she clutched her head against nausea, the scene evaporating into nothingness.

“Hey, Miki? Miki are you okay?”, a shuffle of boots on the ground and suddenly there was a presence next to her.

That was Eren, her Eren, the one with a manbun and no scars on his face. She leaned onto his body for support, closing her eyes and breathing evenly, the headache slowly fading.

“Is something wrong? Are you sick?”, the doctor in him was out now, hands gently gliding over her face to check. She opened her eyes, letting him see her pupils.

“I’m fine.”, she said, “Just a headache.”

He wasn’t satisfied with that.

“And I saw a vision.”, she added, making his eyes widen.

“Vision? Like your dreams?”

“Yes... But I’m not asleep, am I?”

Gently as he could, Eren walked her over to the bench, the same on the other Eren was sitting at. There, she told him everything she saw, down to every tiny detail.

“I guess being here is too similar to what the dream was about.”, she concluded, “It must have triggered my “memories” somehow.”

“Do you want to leave?”

“No.”, the answer was immediate, “I might get more visions, but I feel so peaceful here, it’s beautiful.”

Eren chewed his bottom lip, obviously worried about her wellbeing, but Mikasa was determined. Leaning closer, she kissed him, trying to put his fears to rest.

“I promise that I’ll tell you when I feel unwell. Okay?”

Maybe moved by the kiss, or just because he was very bad at saying “No” to her in general, Eren agreed.

“Let’s stay here a while.”, he said, most likely to make sure that Mikasa was all right, but she didn’t complain.

Leaning on his shoulder, Mikasa felt his arm wrap around her as he pulled her close, and they sat together on the bench, staring over the never-ending ocean. She was right, it was beautiful.

[andromeda612]

Too short!

Ok, I'm into Sk8 The infinity and Renga as much I'm into Nathmarc which means the fanfic ideas are flowing... here we go. This may have some spoilers!!! 📢🚨

Also idk if this count as a crack but the thing is I'm done with the angst so I came up with this silly idea.

So this is a canon divergence in which they boys get to talk about their problems and have the reconciliation they deserve and need.

They understand each other better, Langa even started to pay attention to all the rude things some people say about Reki and is ready to assure him when necessary.

Though.... there are some assholes that are just well... assholes.

Like this guy we will call Yoshio... maybe I'll come up with another name when I actually write the fic. Btw, Yoshio is their age and a jerk, he tried to get close to Langa because being friends with Snow would be cool and would gain him some points, however Langa was not interested, the guy was... not friendly, besides the friends he already had (Shadow, Joe, Cherry, Miya and of course Reki) are more than enough for him, especially Reki.

And well Yoshio can understand why Snow would prefer the company of people like Joe , Cherry and Miya, even Shadow but that slime redhead? At least Yoshio has his own name in "S" but that guy was just a nobody, so he didn't understand why the big Snow was so eager to spend time with with such a nobody, the genius even looked like he was looking forwards to just be seen by the redhead, why?

Of course since Yoshio is a jerk he doesn't think and gives his opinion on the matter. In a rude way.

"I don't get it. Why waste your time with a lowlife like him? What does have that nobody that I don't? At least people here knows my name!"

Langa is not a violent boy, he usually don't get mad or angry, but right now he just want to punch this boy until he backs off his words. The only reason he didn't was because Cherry and Joe interfered, but he did give him a piece of his mind. Fortunately Reki didn't let those words get to him.

For some time Yoshio leaves them alone, but he really wants to humiliate that slime, so he would finally understand his place.

Then he comes up with an idea which is at best childish, but it would make what he wants: humiliate Reki in front as much people possible.

So he challenges him into a beef. The loser would wear a dress chose by the winner.

Yeah, childish and kind of retrograde is XXI Century please.

Reki honestly doesn't think much about the beef, is just a dress, though they are not his style. Yoshio will bother him until he agrees. Reki was about to win but Yoshio plays dirty, even dirtier than Shadow, and what he did was actually dangerous, Reki lost and ends up with more bandages on his left arm and right knee.

Again, the only reason Langa didn't beat the shit out of Yoshio was because Cherry and Joe stopped him.

Now Reki has to go to "S" wearing the dress Yoshio chose for him. That day the gang meet at Joe's restaurant so Reki can put on the dress, they all decided to wait until he wear it to see it, so it was a surprise. But Reki was feeling very uncomfortable wearing it and was seriously considering to not set foot in "S" ever again or deal with whatever shit he had to face if he decides to not keep with the beef.

"Everything alright kid?" Joe asked outside the room Reki was changing.

"Y-yeah... I just... I'm not sure I want to do this"

"Uh, are you ashamed for using a dress? I honestly thought you didn't give a shit about it"

"Language!" Cherry corrects Miya, but he had a point, they didn't thought Reki really cared.

"Is not that, I mean is just a piece of fabric and is stupid to say is just for girls, but that is not the matter..." Reky replies a little hesitant.

"What's the matter, Reki?" Langa asks soflty.

"Well... I didn't take on account Yoshio would chose something so... revealing"

"What do you mean with revealing?!"

Shadow already bored with all that just junked the door open revealing a blushing and startled Reki wearing a pink dress that seemed taken of some magical girls anime, it had ribbons and sparkles and just like Reki said... it was kind revealing. The neckline was pronounced, if Reki were a girl... you have an idea, and the skirt was way too short. It gained different reactions.

Shadow and Miya explode in laughter, Cherry and Joe's parental instincts kicked in and were internally ranting about how their child won't wear that in public and thinking in ways to make anything that may happen to Yoshio to look like an accident.

And Langa... Langa felt for the first time what a gay panic was.

He knew he liked his friend in a romantically way, after that talk he had with his mother the night he lost against Joe in the tournament, it was like an ephiny and it didn't took much for him to accept it. He knew he was gay since he was like 12 and Reki was just the sunshine incarnated, it was hard for him to understand how people would not like him.

He always thought he was handsome, cute, adorable, gorgeous and even sexy... he is a teenager and he has hormones okay?! Don't judge him!

But this?

Yeah, he has seen Reki shirtless (which made him flustered) but it’s just... the dress and he looking so freaking cute and flustered, that is making things to his heart... and to another parts, not gonna lie, his legs look amazing and he can't help but appreciatee how the dress embracess Reki's frame so nicely.

"Ugh, close your mouth you are about to drool" Miya whispers to him while elbowing his ribs.

Langa snaps out his trance, Miya is watching him with a smile too knowing for his like. Langa can't help the deep blush spreading over his face

"Jeez! I didn't know you were into this kind of stuff, and you looked so wholesome" the kid tases him shaking his head, for once the Canadian is speechless at his young friend, if for what he implied or the fact he talked about it despite his age he doesn't know and doesn't want to know either.

He tries to justify himself but all that comes out his mouth are stammered words, Miya just laughs at him, he glances at Reki who is too busy yelling at Shadow to stop laughing to notice their little interaction, good, he feels too embarrassed and he doesn't need Reki to notice.

"Absolutely no! There is no way you are going to "S" wearing that!" Cherry states immersed in his parental figure mood. Joe immediately agrees, for once with the man.

"But what about the beef? I get he feels uncomfortable but Yoshio won't let this pass" Miya chimes in, right that is a problem.

"But we can have Reki walking in a public place looking like that! Who knows how many creeps or homophobes are there!"

The people started to talk about what to do, but Joe's words keep floating in Langa's mind.

Creeps and homophobes.

Right, if Reki goes to "S" everybody will see him like that.... Langa's chest tightens at the idea in a mix of concern and, even if he is ashamed of the last one, jealousy.

In one hand both the creeps and homophobes have him worried for Reki's safety, he doesn't want him to be harassed or assaulted.

On the other hand he doesn't want anybody to see him like this, he doesn't want anybody to see how stunning Reki looks, is he jealous? He doesn't have a problem with their friends but... Joe and Cherry are pretty much their parents, with Shadow and Miya there is an age gap and even if that wasn't a problem, they are like brothers for Reki and him(Miya is like their cat son when Cherry and Joe are not present), so he is pretty sure they don't count, buy anybody else? Yeap, he doesn't want them to see this side of his dear best friend. It sounds selfish? Maybe. He cares? Pfff no. He is thinking about this when an idea crosses his mind.

"Shadow, borrow us your cape"

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"What is this?! Where is the dress!" Yoshio all but barks at the redhead, the Canadian can't help growl under his breath.

"Actually I'm wearing it, under the tunic" Reki explains with a smirk and even opens the tunic a little to show that indeed he is using the damn dress, he quickly closes it again.

"This was not the beef slime! Take off that cape or..."

"Or what, brat?" Shadow appears suddenly and glares at Yoshido, who gulps and steps back.

"Also, the beef was for the loser to wear a dress chose by the winner, you never said the dress had to be seen by everybody so technically Reki is receiving the punishment" Cherry adds as he puts a hand on Reki's shoulder, Joe and Miya also appear besides them.

Yoshido, outnumbered has no other choice but back off.

That night Reki decides to just watch to avoid any accident that would reveal the dress, Langa decides to keep him company, practically attaching himself at Reki's side, just in case.

Though, at some point, in which he sees Yoshido by himself, he ask Cherry to take care of Reki saying he wanted a drink.

After 15 minutes, a long time to go for a drink, Langa returns without drink but with a very satisfied smile.

Reki doesn't miss it.

"What did you do?" But Langa ignores it.

"Mom will make poutine for diner on Friday, wanna come?" He asks instead.

"Hey answer my question!"

"I'm sure mom will love to have you there, she adores you"

Knowing he won't make Langa talk Reki just sighs and says he will be there, Langa will tell him if he thinks is important.

Needleless to say, after that day Yoshido never bothered Reki again and every time he saw Langa he would look away scared and just avoid any contact with the two best friends.

Reki, Cherry, Joe, Shadow and Miya are sure Langa did something but, they are not complaining, the guy was pain in the ass.

"As far as he didn't do something we wouldn't do" is Joe simply state.

As for Langa? He is just grateful skirts and dresses are not Reki's style at all, otherwise he is sure his poor heart couldn't handle it.

This is a draft, the actual fanfic will come soon 👀

[cravingcrazewriting]

I don’t want to be rescued, I’ll just stay with the orcs, thanks!

Jared gazed at the birthmark on his right cheek through the reflection of his helmet. He shook his head and sighed as he pulled his helmet over his head, ready to fight the Orc Horde.

He looked over at Evan, a baker who was passing out bread. Evan was the least judgement of him because he had a talking problem, so he knew how it felt to be mocked and ridiculed. He went over to him to get his bread. 

Evan looked at him and smiled, "H-hey Jared. How, how are you?" He asked, handing him a loaf.

Jared shrugged, "A little shitty, but that's normal. Still pinning on that street rat, Murphy?"

Evan blushed, "Actually, I l-let him have a job, at the, at the b-bakery. He's tending to it while I'm, while I'm o-out."

Jared smiled, "Nice. Way to get yourself out there." He ate a small bit of the load. 

"I uh, gotta go. I need to, to feed the other k-knights," Evan rambled, before hurrying off. 

Jared leant back against the wall, watching the knights talking, probably about girls. Pfff, typical knights. Soon, after he was halfway through his bread, he put it away for later, and saw knights grabbing their swords, spears, shields, bows and arrows. Jared grabbed his two silver daggers, put his arrows on his back, and put his bow onto there as well. He hurried after the knights, who were already gathering around the captain.

"Alright men, this is a high stakes mission! According to my scouts, The Horde is still weak from our last attack. BUT!! Does that mean they'll just give up and drop their weapons? No! Orcs are extremely prideful creatures who want to rule over our land, and it's up to us to stop them! If you die in battle today, then you have served your purpose as a knight. If you live, you continue to help our purpose. If you're captured.. you're a liability to us, and we cannot save you," the Captain explained to his men confidently and was full with pride.

"Yeah!!" The knights enthused, and lifted their weapons into the air. Jared of course did this as well.

Jared silently wished he was as brave and prideful as the other knights, but he wasn't. All the training he went through to get to this point was because his parents couldn't make enough money to support him along with the farm anymore. He wasn't passionate about fighting, but it gave him some coin in the end, so that was all that mattered to him. Besides, he wouldn't care if he died on the battlefield either.

Later on, the group of knights spotted the Orcs, who seemed to be at camp, eating clumps of meat for a meal. Their nails were long and their teeth were sharp like razors, but nothing compared to their green skin and horns. According to legend, Orcs were cursed men who did wicked deeds, and suffered a horrible transformation that would show their crimes. 

Jared felt pity for them, if he was honest with himself. 

He turned his head to see one of the knights, Jake, oh wow, what a cocky bastard he was, drawing his bow and aimed at one of the orcs.

"Dingler, sheath your bow and stop being a show off!" The captain whisper-yelled.

Jake didn't bother listening. He released the arrow, watching as it flew into an orc's exposed shoulder, who screamed in pain and whipped around, seeing the knights above them.

"Intruders!!"The orc yelled, removing their axe from their belt, and started to climb the rocks above them.

"Look at what you've done! You didn't even kill one, our position is compromised!" The captain turned to the other knights. "Men, get ready! We've got a fight on our hands!"

Jared took out his bow and looked down at the orcs. They were halfway up. He fired a few arrows at them, hoping to cause  delay. A couple of orcs fell down, but it didn't do much. More knights joined by his side, while others slid down the hill, knocking down more orcs. 

It seemed the knights had the advantage. Jake went behind Jared and shoved him, saying, "Hope the orcs get ya!"

Jared stumbled down, scrapping his knees and elbows. His bow was snapped in two, and his arrows were scattered, so he only had his daggers now. He slowly stood, drawing both of them, preparing to fight the orcs.

One orc stared at him in awe, which was weird because Jared expected to be killed by now (which again, he wouldn't mind). He didn't understand what exactly was the matter. 

Suddenly, the orc grabbed him and ran away from the horde. Jared held in a scream. He was being captured! Didn't anyone notice?! No, of course no one did, as the other knights were fleeing from the orcs.

Jared felt weak in the orcs hold. He struggled slightly, but it only made him fatigued. He could feel how heavy his eyelids were, as he lost consciousness.

~€~

"Where the hell did you find him at?" 

"On the battle field. He's very handsome, yes?"

"He's human. The chief won't like this! Urug, what were you thinking?!"

"Wanted to protect him.."

Jared slowly opened his eyes, groaning as he sat up, looking around. His head was pounding. He turned his head to the orc from before and.. apparently he wasn't the only person here either.

The orc, who he assumed was Urug, was large and lanky, wearing dark green armor that was covered with spikes. He looked.. terrifying, to say the least.

Jared looked the person standing by the orc. He was short, wore the same armor as Urug, and had some red dyed into his hair. Jared spotted some burn marks on his skin.

"Looks like you're awake, now. You've got some scratches on your shoulder, but otherwise you look okay," the stranger said, gesturing to his shoulder.

Jared spared a glance at said shoulder. He assumed it was from when Jake pushed him. "I don't get it.. why are you two protecting me?"

Urug twiddled with his fingers. "You are.. very handsome. Your comrades were stupid to leave someone of great beauty behind."

Jared snorted, "Me? Handsome?" He shook his head, raising an eyebrow. "You've got the wrong guy."

"I think what Urug is trying to say is that he has different standards than when he was human. He recognizes true beauty inside someone, even if they're ugly on the outside," the stranger explained. 

Jared shrugged it off. "Whatever. Anyways, if you're not an orc, why are you with them?"

"Just because I'm not cursed doesn't mean I'm not different. I've had to deal with being shorter than average my entire life," they crossed their arms.

"You also have burn marks," Urug added on. "People are disgusted by scars."

Jared made a face, "Everyone in my village is obsessed with their appearances."

Urug tsked, "They're real monsters," he shook his head. "Anyways, we have not been properly introduced. I am Urug, and this is my comrade, Rich."

Rich hummed, "Nice to meet you.. er."

"Jared," he filled in. "So you're not bugged by.. this?" He pointed to his birthmark.

"Legends say that birthmarks resemble how we died. You have a very unique mark," Urug complimented him.

Jared of course blushed. "I've.. never been told that before." 

Rich hummed, "Considering you're an outcast like everyone else here, the chief will probably let you stay. We just gotta talk to him first."

So, they went to the chief, who was the biggest and strongest orc of the tribe. The chief gazed at Jared warily. "You bring a spy, Rich?"

Rich shook his head. "No! Look at his birthmark. He's just like us!" 

The chief leaned forward, "Come closer, little man." 

Jared complied, moving closer to the chief.

The chief observed him. "Who are you? What's your story?"

"My name is Jared. I used to be a knight, but I was left behind during a fight," Jared explained.

"Short and simple. You will prove useful here, but remember that you're with us now. If you betray us, we will crush you," the chief warned him, earning a quick nod from Jared. "Good. Retrieve your gear, for you are going to a small town to get food supplies. Rich will accompany you."

"Got it! I'll go get ready!" Jared left with Rich to prepare.

Rich grabbed a small bag of gold, and attached it to his belt. "I recommend bringing something small to fight with. Daggers are the easiest to bring, but I like a sword." He explained, grabbing a sword and strapped it on his back. 

Jared grinned, retrieving his two daggers. "Daggers are more so my style, so that's pretty handy. Do you have any cloaks?"

Rich handed him a brown one. "Here. People usually just assume we're travelers or something. They're stupid like that." 

"Comes especially in handy for us," Jared slid it on and Rich did the same. 

The two went off to the small town, exchanging stories from their childhood. Rich apparently had lived with society until he was six, after his mother was in a fire and he was cast aside, and found by Orcs who showed more compassion for him. Jared told him about how his parents neglected him and refused to accept he was being picked on. They both sympathized with one another.

"Okay, I'll get apples, you get bread," Rich told him, and went to find an appropriate cart. 

Jared already had a place in mind, as he headed to Evan's bakery. It didn't have a fancy name, everyone just called it the bakery and that was fine. He stepped inside and was met with the sweet smell of bread cooking in the fire pit. Of course, there was pie cooking too and other goodies, but bread was important to the Orcs for some reason, so he had to get that. Before he went to make the order, however, he heard giggling from behind the counter. Not wanting to interrupt, Jared listened in, because he's snoopy like that.

"You're- you're covered in f-flour, Connor!" Evan snickered at the taller male, who indeed, was covered in flour.

"It's not my fault I'm shit at baking," Connor replied, putting his hands on his hips. He had his hair tied up into a bun, and his apron didn't prove to being doing anything, as his clothes were a powdery white.

Evan crossed his arms, grinning at him. "Remind me why I hired you."

"Because I make a great taste tester?" Connor mused, and wiped some of the flour onto Evan's face. "Oops."

"Hey!" It sounded like there was rustling, like Evan was going to throw more flour at him, and Jared decided he'd have to save Evan from wasting all his supplies on a food fight. He knocked on the wood before stepping over.

Evan flushed at almost being caught. "Um, how can I- how can I h-help you?"

Jared lowered his voice so Evan wouldn't recognize him. "How much bread will this get me?" He dumped half of the bag out, and the coins spilt onto the counter. 

Evan gasped at the amount. "A.. a ton! Just give me a second to b-bag it up!" He grabbed Connor by the arm, urging him to hurry and bag the bread. 

Jared silently watched them, and he knew what was going on. Either they were a thing or wanted to become one, but it wouldn't be easy. It was another thing that was frowned upon. Jared thought that they'd run out to the forest if it became too big of a deal, he supposed, because staying in such a hateful place just.. isn't good for anyone. He hoped for the best for them.

"Here you go!" Evan gave him the bag, and waved goodbye as he walked out of the bakery.

"See? Not so hard," Rich said, walking Jared out of town. "We get gold from looting from the soliders, because they make a damn good amount of money."

"I was half tempted to buy a pie," Jared joked.

"Maybe after all the fighting and diversity is over. For now, however, we have to fight."

And even if that was true, it was better being free and fighting for it, then being restraining and punished for being different.

[curupiracue]

The Final Fight (1)

Where could they be…? Just were…?

Here? Here? Maybe here? Or there? Or…!?

This… This feeling… like passively drowning in a swamp, like floating in ephemeral clouds of ashes… This must be Novalue!

“Aah… Aah… Calm down… If I start panicking, they will find me… Though. This sure makes it wors-”

They’re there! And what’s more, they’re still! So, in other words, they have not gone to the Mental World… They must be either setting a trap or running away. If they haven’t noticed me yet, this is my one and only chance!

“The Arm! Manifest yourself from behind me! And then I’ll observe, umblikingly, the knife you’ll throw at the- W-What?!”

They’re suddenly gone?

D-Damnit! I dropped the knife on my hand, making it easier to defend myself if need be.

But… Where could they be?

“That Arm might seem pretty good at defense, since you can summon it close by… But it will flounder at many easily reached circumstances. In other words… You can’t reach me if I attack from behind.”

(The prism spins, and senseless light is reflected with a different sense)

Since it requires looking at things, and things that obscure your view, angle, direction and naturally obstacles need to be considered when battling Ienorb.

Unless he looks over his shoulders, he cannot summon the arm behind. He can summon it from behind him, but that’s different. The only way he can quickly block attacks from that direction is if someone else is looking at him from behind. Thanks to the most brilliant tactic of closing our eyes, we’re not looking at him. His only method of attack would be to pick some other spot and throw a knife at us from there, but that would be too far away, given we’re at point blank melee range.

And as such, we can attack with free reign.

“Nim, you can go first.”

“Gotcha’! It’s Showtim- Wait… There’s something wro- ! Novalue!”

Instinctively, I opened my eyes. And I saw…

A knife flying on my direction.

Nim jumped over me.

The knife hitting Nim instead.

And Ienorb, close to both of us, his back still turned, but his neck slowly moving so that he could look at us. Ienorb, in that helpless position, covered by the fog of his mask… and behind that fog, he had three arms and an aura of darkness.

“Closing your eyes actually worked on my favor, see. Though, I admit that was not part of the plan… It still worked perfectly towards it. I was so very afraid… that you’d notice the me here is not actually me at all… HEheehehehee. ...Everything I grab with my real arm manifests in the illusory one. I’ve learned my lesson about you types: if I just go running towards the fight, I lose, if I attack from a distance, I lose. One way or the other, you get me. So I decided, you wouldn’t get me! And would, instead get this decoy! HAH! And doing it was as simple as finding a vertical wall and a grabbing my own torso! An arm for a decoy, and another one in a blind spot to finish you off by throwing a knife while you’re distracted! All while I, Ienorb Yenruoj, stand away in safety!”

“GUH!”

“Nim!” I took a step forward, preparing myself to catch him. He… Seems alright. In the sense, that he won’t die when the damage is resolved. But still… He’s badly hurt…

! No time for feeling worried. Seems like there’s more knifes coming. In fact, many knives, in rapid sequence.

“Oh, and about these knives… Turns out, since The Arm’s state reflects the real one’s, so long as I keep my knife in hand, it will always reappear in it’s hand! That, coupled with it’s speed, means that I can machine gun fire KNIVES, baby!”

“Damn… (deep breath...) Unreality.”

All of a sudden, we’re in a void.

“Nim?”

“...I’m here.”

“...Are you ok…?”

“...I’m better than you would be, were you hit with that thing.”

“...Didn’t really mean it like that.”

“Yes. It’s obvious.”

“So?”

“...” Wait for it… “...I’m pretty angry. You could probably guess that too. We can talk about this later. But, I’m not angry at you.”

“...Yeah. I guessed that too. No, rather… I just knew.”

“Can you hear me from over here?” Suddenly, Ienorb’s voice came out, with a bit of hesitance and unease that made me feel pride in my construction.

“Sure can.”

“Oh, so we can communicate. How friendly.”

“...You sure pulled out something smart there.” Nim interrupted.

“Oh? My, my… Thank you very much for the compliment, however begrudgingly it might have been given.”

“Mind if I ask you a question?”

“Ah? Go right ahead. I don’t quite figure I can, uhh, do much when you’re in that… that… that.”

“Who are you?”

“? Haven’t I told you? I’m Ien-”

“No, I didn’t mean that! You’re giving me your name! That would be what you are. I want to know who you are, what fills your mind.”

“Now hold on there! You’ve mixed it up. Indeed, you even said it yourself, “what fills your mind”, in other words, you should have asked what I am. That way, I could’ve talked about my characteristics, my memories, and such. But these are not necessarily my identity! They change with time, after all.”

“Huh?! Ugh… Now is not really the time to defy my judgement. Look. It’s simple. A name is a mere designation. It’s a thing attached to you. And it can also change, so no way is that an argument! Who I am is my identity, and that is the characteristics that make me me! Pfff… Meme… Ahem! Moving on, they might be called things in of themselves, “whats”. But they compose a who. Well, you could argue that a who is a what as well, unless, or maybe even without some sort of essential essence such as a soul. but for practical purposes, this is what it is!”

“Ah! Blasphemy! You can’t comprehend! If we’re talking about practical purposes, then naturally it’s better to just use the default system of giving your name when asked who you are.”

“Yeah, but I couldn’t care about that, see? It’s a thing of identity, of mind, of what’s inside the Mental World, not just some cheap label!”

“That label encompasses your entire existence, all those characteristics. Just like calling a sofa a sofa can immediately allow people to picture a sofa.”

“Yeah, but I’m trying to tell you, that people won’t know about you just from the label. It’s different, the sofa example is the example of a group name. It’s like saying: “I’m a human!”. This will allow people to know you’re not a manifestation. But they won’t know about you as a person, and giving your name won’t allow them to.”

“Ugh! But it’s not about allowing to them to know about it, I’m talking about what’s most appropriate!”

“Oh, don’t come with cheap terms!”

“...Shut up you two.”

“Oh, I’m sorry. It’s just difficult to do so. I tend to get worked up a lot when it comes to how things should be. Hah, funny that it’d be worded like that.”

“? Whaddya mean?”

“It’s just that I believe there’s never an appropriate what, but rather, an appropriate “how”.”

“That can mean a bunch of shtuff.”

“Well… I’m a man who likes things to follow a proper order, see. Because ultimately, nearly everything has an algorithm, a path that is ”perfection”, or tends towards it. That’s not to say that we shouldn’t do, mind you. Hence, why I insist that it’s the how, rather than the what that bothers me. You can date people of all genders, classes and ethnics, but you must date well. Though, it’s a tad complicated getting into the specifics of a good romance, so maybe a more down to earth example… You could eat omelettes or make some toast for breakfast… But  say you’re going to make the omelettes… Then the right way to go about it, which I always use, is to break two eggs, in separate containers, and then, after mixing them, put half of one of the containers away.”

“Two containers…? And you divide one…?!”

“Yes, quite. So that I end up with one egg and a half, which is the right amount. I store the leftovers for future use, of course, said use belonging to a very close future so as to avoid having them spoil. After I’m done with that,” he continued, now gesturing with his hands the actions described “I’ll put them in a frying pan, with oil already boiling. The right way to proceed then, with my cooking devices at least, would be to wait for a moment of around one minute, maximum margin of error being 15 seconds (not 16, never 16) and then flip it. Wait for exactly ¾ of the time you waited originally, turn off the fire, put it in a plate and eat it. Then, when you’re done, you clean everything up, and only then you may go about doing something else. It is the proper way to do things, and it is the how I do it, all the time.”

“Amazing… What about the salt though?”

“SALT?! Are you MAD?!”

“...I see. You’re obsessed, in other words.”

“Hm? Yes, quite. Though these are merely idiosyncrasies. My true obsession is, as you know, in my attempts to find true art.”

“Hah. Finding true art, huh… We’re not that different. So lemme’ tell you something good: it’s precisely because of that obsession that you will never find the truth.”

“What do you mean? Isn’t this… contradictory? I’m obsessed with pursuing the truth… and thus I won’t find it?”

“Yes, quite. People can’t see the truth because they don’t want to. And they don’t want to because they want to see something else. Emotions, beliefs, attachments… in other words, desires. These are what cripple truth-seeking. However, without any desire, there can’t be any seeking in the first place. That’s why it’s so difficult being a philosopher. It’s a oxymoron. A borderline paradox. Without understanding that, you may get far, but you will never reach the truth.”

“Hah! This is quite ridiculous, I must say. Enough talk. It seems apparent you can’t attack me from there. So? If you won’t come out, then I might as well steal a car and drive as fast as I can.” Proof of his sheer ignorance: pretends to steal a car rather than a hundred.

“We WILL come out, Mr. Ienorb.” I said, sticking my head out. “And I rather believe that this difficult situation is a perfect match for my own weapon...” And then my hand comes out of Unreality, holding… “It’s A Gun.” I said, and shot it (BLAM) as a “demonstration”.

“...A gun? A gun?! Are you mad?! This can’t be. A gun… A GUN! Of all things, a gun! Surely, common sense dictates that an arm possess greater force than a gun!”

“Is that right? Well then, let’s test that.”

(The prism spins, and senseless light is reflected with a different sense)

BLAM!

Hmm… He shot it.

That bullet… Is making an arc?

“And now for the second one.”

BLAM!

Hmm… No… That arc is directed towards me. If it keeps going like this, the first bullet will hit me. Novalue managed to use this to pinpoint my location, and, as such, the second one is aimed straight at me. If so, they might impact at the same time… Or he might intend to make me worry more about the first one while the second one makes a beeline towards me and catches me off-guard.

…!? No, wait, this is…!

“THE ARM!”

Pum.

“Hah, hahaahaah… Well… That was sneaky. Thought I wouldn’t be able to catch it in time. Novalue, you tried to distract me with figuring out the details of your homing bullets, as well as the mind games of the “first” and “second” bullets… So much so, that I forgot about the actual first one. The first time you shot… Since you weren’t aiming anywhere, I just passed it off as a demonstration, as you showing off… By the time I learned that you didn’t need to aim anywhere to hit me, I was no longer focused on it. But still, these bullets are weak! The Arm can easily catch them, so long as I see them coming! They’re fast for you, but I’m on a whole other level!”

“Tsk...”

“Oh hoh! I see the third bullet coming! It’s going on a straight line towards me! This will be even easier! The Arm!”

I can see it clearly! I’ll easily block this… Since they’re constructions of similar symbolism, The Arm can even absorb these! I’ll just…

...Is Novalue smiling at the distance?

Why is he…? …!

The bullet! Made a sharp turn?!

“You’ve got everything wrong. The first one was a fake sneak attack. In reality, I just wanted to find out where you were. You should have focused more on the second bullet. By the time I shot it, I knew your location, so I could make my gambit. I shot it off in a perpendicular angle to the straight line towards you. That way, it would be off to the sides, and you wouldn’t see it that well… And it’s better off like that. Because it wasn’t aimed at you at all.”

“?!” Suddenly, I see, from the corner of my eye, a book flying away from behind me, almost disintegrated… and a bullet on it’s cover.

“See, it was aimed at that book over there. And that’s not all. The third bullet, too, was aimed at that book. Since you were in the middle of the line between the book and the pistol… you probably thought that it was aimed at you. But that would be a mistake. And now that the second bullet has arrived right on schedule and knocked that book away...”

“The bullet has made a sharp turn right outside of your reach…! And don’t worry… I’ve calculated it well. It won’t go so far off as to miss you entirely. So Ienorb?”

“Ghh… I-I’ll block this bullet nonetheless! There’s time... ! With my superior speed! THE ARM!”

Vwooosh!

POM!

“Block the bullet? I don’t quite believe you can block it by ramming your chest towards it… but nice try at the impossible nonetheless. Impossible, since your speed too had been well calculated. See, though Nim may be powerful, he is far too impulsive. When I move, it’s because I’m already certain that victory is mine.”

(The prism spins, and senseless light is reflected with a different sense)

Ienorb, whose position was now more clear and visible to us, flew backwards with great force and crushed the bookshelf, which then fell on top of him.

“Ouch.” That in itself couldn’t cause any actual damage to him, but still…

It’s like getting your arm hugged with intense force, while someone rubs their cheek on your shoulder…

Wait, what?

“OH MY GOD THAT WAS SO COOL!” Yes, Nim, part of that reason being that you were quiet the whole time. Thank you for that. “Way to show him who rocks, Novalue! Esfregaesfregaesfregaesfrega…!”

“Uhh, thanks...” I looked down at him, and he looked back at me with shining eyes.

“...It’s too bad you’re short though. I hate having to kneel to do this.”

“...Well, if my shortness is such a concern…”

BRAM!

“...!? Seems like he’s up again.”

“Oh, so you’re useless after all.” Nim said, pouting “He already blew up the bookcase.”

Ienorb got up, and scratched the small crack in his chest. It was very subtle, but that part was off colour: rather than white like the rest of the suit, rainbow tones flew from it in small doses. Thanks to it being a small wound, noticing that was quite the herculean feat, however.

“Well, well. You did outsmart me, fair and square. However, Novalue… That construction of yours, is not strong at all. Were you to fill me with bullets, like a pincushion with needles, I would still fare reasonably well.”

“True, I suppose. But Ienorb, we already know your position. What now? I can gift you some more bullets for you to block with your body, if you wish.”

“Hah. That trick won’t work twice. Next time I defend myself from a bullet, I won’t try to grab it, and will instead block it with two arms, as well as making sure there’s plenty of coverage in my small shield. Oh, idea! I will just use something as a shield. I could even use myself again. Heh, I, Ienorb, am truly an evolutionary creature, a “magikarp” as they say.”

“You gonna keep chatting, or ya gonna’ summon that knife behind our backs? ...From behind our backs. Literally.”

“Just so that you can hide away in nothingness? No thanks. In fact… Difficult as it was, I’ve made my decision.” Ienorb jumped, and summoned the arm to hold his torso “The Arm! allow me to FLY!”

“Wait, you can’t mean...”

“Yes I can! Though it’s immensely regretful… well, this was the place I was born… I’ll still risk it all and run away! It’s evident you two are much too strong, and I’m working with a time limit, I believe.”

“Nim!”

“Yeah, I got it! Hang on tight!”

(The prism spins, and senseless light is reflected with a different sense)

Suddenly, Novalue is enveloped by water forming tendrils. These tendrils, being used as a rope, were, in turn, connected to my arm.

“Water Rope. Time to see who’s faster, Ienorb~”

Then suddenly, countless more of these came from me, and latched on to multiple objects, before pulling.

...And then Novalue and I went flying.

[archervale]

5, 10, 18, 19, 20, 21, 27, 35, 36, 37, 38, 46, and 55 for the mcu ask meme :3c

5. Favorite movie 

I think after all this time it is still the 1st Avengers movie, I’m just way too attached to that movie I think lmao 

10. How did I discovered Marvel? 

I went to see Thor with some friends and at the time I had no idea what the movie was even about lol but I liked it and then a year later my sister made my whole family watch Avengers and I got obsessed 

18. Most hated character

I really don’t know pfff, maybe Klaue? He’s annoying. Ultron was also ehhNO WAIT I KNOW… FREAKING THADDEUS ROSS I HATE HIM 

19. Favorite villain 

Loki my dude….do they count? I mean, they’re more like an anti-hero pff but HEY they were a villain once okay? 

OH ALSO AVA SHE IS COOL AND I LIKE HER…again she was doing the things she did to survive so idk if she’s really a villain but you know 

20. Character I think I’m more alike

PFF idk probably Groot or something cause I don’t think I’m any of them…except maybe Tony Stark with anxiety cause that’s me… or Vision just trying his best to be a human cause that’s also me 

21. Dream crossover

OKAY SO I literally dreamt about a Marvel crossover with Star Wars one time lmao, so I guess that, they’re both Disney now MAKE IT HAPPEN 

27. Favorite moment

Probably the beginning of AOU? With the whole team being badass up until Clint gets shot *cough* Or the party scene in AOU as well… basically I’m a sucker for team bonding and interacting and I need more of it

35. Most boring plotline?

Can I just say the entirety of AOU? lol Listen the whole Clint’s farm and Bruce and Nat and all the focus on that is really REALLY not my cup of tea and it got old and boring and confusing really fast. Also that whole Thor taking a bath in the middle of nowhere is still super random 

36. My less favorite movie

I know I talk a lot of shit about AOU lol but I still enjoy some bits, I think the one movie I’ve rewatched the less is The Dark World and quite honestly looking back it was kinda boring. It has good moments but for the most part it is a meh for me 

37. Most well done character death

 Okay the entirety of the last bit of Infinity War cause that hurt like being hit by a truck so 

38. Most well done character development

TONY STARK MY DUDE he’s such a good character oh my god, and his development like damn, then again he’s had the movies to really develop as a character I suppose haha, but he’s great 

46. What characters outside of the Mcu I’d like to see in a Marvel movie?

Umm maybe Kate Bishop? She’s cool, and also my boi Lucky I’m sorry I love Hawkeye so much

Also would love to see Miles or Gwen as Spider-Man/Gwen

55. Did Marvel changed my life in any way?

OHH YEAH haha, I made some AMAZING friends thanks to Marvel, (including my dude Taka who I got to meet this year and aaaa and my other best friend, you xD) And really I think I got to learn a lot on how to draw better and getting into digital art thanks to Marvel so I wouldn’t be where I am without it 

MCU asks

[blueshipstealstars]

@sinalaking‘s request for a tattoo soulmate au where I undermine everyone and make the tattoos symbolic instead of text cause she’s an asshole. But yeah you get near/meet that soulmate your boring outline of a tattoo becomes colored and nice and sparkly.

ALSO, I realized last night, in bed that I wasn’t even doing the og prompt request so now we get to also have some nice HCs for the au:

As depicted, Grimmjow searches River out instead of her just low key stalking him during his visits to kick ichigo’s ass. This also leads to him popping in without her knowing to “observe” her because he’s hecka confused how he did infact end up with a soulmate. A not arrancar/hollow soulmate that he can’t tell if she’s human or not cause gigai’s are confusing to a cat.

River is VERY CONFLICTED OVER THIS BECAUSE SHE IS LIKE “he’s REALLY HOT but also HE’S REALLY SORT OF EVIL? I thinK? URAHARA???” and he’s just amused and super curious what’s up with this match up.

This is a main reason for tricking her to come with him to Hueco Mundo later on just to low key make them meet properly cause the whole series she just ignored it and so did Grimmjow. He was too busy fighting, almost dying, being awkward etc. And she was busy helping the nonsense and not dying and not fighting.

Grimmjow is more protective and affectionate then he normally would be. He’s very attached to the concept of a being that was meant just for him and that is fascinating and scary to him. River has mixed emotions about it all but really, like in the normal verse, she’s not against the idea of being with him. He is interesting and some what complex to her and frankly she’s not scared of him because he’s more to her than some pissy hollow. Mind you that has a lot to do with taking up his personality.

Overall there’s more interacting and general attachment between them, there’s a sense of “I can be ok around this person”. Nothing is PERFECT but being soulmates allows a small layer of trust to come more quickly.

Expect a lot of touches and kisses to each other’s tattoos as well. I also like the idea of bonded soulmates that sort of can sense the other’s strong emotions or pain idk.

[oasisfound]

An Afternoon Haze Pg 3 Ch1 The sun was setting and darkness would soon be upon them. And still, he could see the wreckage behind him, too far to turn back, too close to be a decent distance. He closed his eyes, beginning to shake the uncertainty and guilt creeping in... “Come on now, we can't keep our eyes back there, we need to keep going- it was fun! No...don't say that. It still hurts too much” he shuddered and continued onwards. Dragging Ables makeshift sled as he pressed through the ever-deepening blizzard... he had been too afraid to check for a pulse in the last hour...two...three hours?...the sun was moving so swiftly perhaps it was just a few minutes. But his knees ached, now his head hurt...shut up shut up...you couldn't save them “STOP” looking down at his browning petals, he noticed his motion had been slowed so severely to the frost; it had crawled under his jacket and began stabbing through his flesh.He observed the frost..exquisite designs, scorched into his skin...and he started marching on once again. The sun had reached Paradises opening and was casting beams of golden, once hopeful light throughout the snow, Elliot closed his eyes, biting his lip hard...he couldn't block out the memories...he had to relive it, he had to…So... This is how it happened. It was the day we were going to make a point. We were going to speak out against the religious massacre. We were going to bomb the lower storeroom where our parents maintained all the artifacts. It was one bomb one small bomb. Its radius was tiny it wasn't anything it would've barely wiped out the artifacts. We double, triple checked, it even had glitter in it, it was supposed to coat the lower cellar in glitter and ash. But something else transpired.Think…Think…What went on just hours ago… “This one's going to be big. We’ll show them those stupid artifacts are just hurting the people around them” “Elliot I think you’re taking out some pent-up aggression on old collectibles…” “NAH. anyhow it is going to be fabulous. It’ll coat the whole lower cellar in glitter” “oh yeah perfect then they’ll know exactly who did it.” “A bit late I already set it up…” “You- what? Without me.” “I told you my plan, you’ll have no part in it Able, you’ve gotta keep up the perfect child look” “Where’s no perfect child look” “Good good, keep it up, they’ll never suspect us” KNOCK “yEllOW?”  From beyond the closet door came the ear wracking ring of Lady Elizabeth’s voice. Elliots Fiance. “I’ve been out on the balcony all day waiting for you! You just left me standing there looking like a complete fool. You made me look stupid. You hurt me AGAIN. You’re the absolute worst possible Fiance I've ever had that’s lived this long and HONESTLY. I can’t wait for you to bite the dust after all you’ve put me through.”  “Can we maybe put her in the basement-” “No. go talk to her Elliot. You really need to get it together, you know how her father is, keep this up and you won't make it past the first hour.” “Might be the preferable option…” “well would you rather take the pledge of chastity-” “NOPE!” Elliot kicked the door out, spinning around and taking her hand gently “I’m terribly sorry to have left you there, again, on purpose” “At least I'm trying to make this work, you’re a child.” “A child shouldn't be married off~” “Oh, whatever. Just dance with me and look pretty. You’ll be dead by sunrise” “Oooh, fun, I'm sure I will be.” And we danced and danced...and danced...it, was actually nice...I should’ve been kinder to her...I should've seen it from her side, how horrible it to be treated with such distance before death. We danced for hours and I was bored sick. I made it clear too, I hurt her, and at the time I didn't care...we talked so much about wanting each other dead, but she didn't deserve it… The banquet. “I could probably eat all of this in one bite” “Yeah, and it would be disgusting.” “Aaaooooommmmn” “Oh wow look at that, I was right, you’re a pig” “You’re jusht jealoush “  Able couldn’t stand looking at me, heheh… But what was he looking at...no, who. Taking a moment off himself he realized there was someone else in Ables vision, someone that caught his eye not just once but twice...and not in a good way. ...ah, an Ebonwood. Lady Elizabeth family, a father more likely...Able was watching him like a Hawke, probably covering my dumbass as always…Fast forward...who was in the gala, looking at creepy pictures of my uncle...someone id never really seen before, I didn't pay much attention then, but he feels so familiar...brown hair, dead eyes, pale skin, wheelchair...why do I know that? Ugh...whos next then... mom, dad…? “No no no, can’t do it, nope, they’re fine, they’re ok, they’ll catch up.” He started to shake again “This was supposed to help c-c’mon I get it I was an asshole, b-but I didn't cause this I didn’t I just lived I lived and others might've too so did Able, and all the ones with wings, that's like a lot of them, a lot of them lived, it wasn't me” His legs caved and he hit the snow. “N-no c’mon. C-c’mon they’ll be fine” He started to curl up “S-stop it body s-stop it, we need to keep g-going” He felt his eyes shut, flashes of his mother and father coming to the surface. “S-stop s-stop.” The sun was setting...and the frost creeping under his petals. “I can't make it on my own…” “I'm sorry…” his petals began to shift black, he felt the sludge creeping up his throat and down his eyes “Let go~” his petals flared into the sky, he was pulled up by his back and thrown onto his feet. A wave of black swept over the snow and an eye began to open on his forehead “FUCK. OFF.” Elliot punched the eye, sending himself backward, the eye squinted, and shut. “S-stay down.” he shivered, shutting his eyes, covered in freezing sweat, he squinted, looking into the distance...headlights...about six of them...scavengers. Elliot dragged himself to his feet, quivering as he raised a hand to the sky, a beam of light shooting up from the snow reflecting through the final of his shimmering gold petals, and creating a lance. Untying the cord from his waist he took a defensive stance...and watched...seven headlights...tinted green...a gang without a doubt… He stood his ground, prepared to fight. And as they arrived, circling, blaring their horns, flashing their lights. His ears dropped, he winced but stood tall...no idea where they were, his shaking was evident, becoming more violent as they laughed, his petals changing darker once more, he felt the sludge crawling up his legs. A silhouette made sharper before him, a woman, advancing gradually, reaching a hand out “a Zephline all the way out here? So you must know what transpired” “SH-SHUT IT” he raised his spear, and she pushed it aside with ease, she pressed her hand to his forehead. A wave of green shooting out from him as she pulled forth a necklace of emeralds. Grabbing him by his collar she lifted him up, looking to Able. “get that one too” The dark shot up to him like fractures in ice pitch-black arteries filling his skin, petals falling and skin turning white. The eye opened and two thorn horns jet out from his skull “oh that was a mistake bitch.” They dug their sharpened talons into her chest ripping out a chunk of flesh, she dropped them, tumbling to her knees, he kicked her down turning to the men who already had pulled the emeralds from Able. “heheh...back. The fuck. Off.”  He charged, ripping into the first man, while the other stabbed him in the side twice or thrice, sending him down clawing and punching, a third being stepped forth and pressed his hand to his forehead. And the last thing they could Manage was a gargled, defeated laugh.   “The afterlife feels funny…” Elliot opened his eyes, sitting in a field of turquoise, on a mountaintop overlooking hills and seas… “there’s no way I made into the elysian fields.” he looked around with a rising grimace “there's no way Able didn't.” he rubbed his head closing his eyes “no...this isn't okay at all, but wherever I am I'm not ready to wake up yet…” he sat down “so...ill wait till I'm ready to wake up…” and there he sat, playing with grass and blossoms, gradually beginning to sense the dull aches drawing him nearer to awareness. “Did you hear that? I think he said something” “He's just breathing Plant boy, dead people don’t breathe so be glad he's at least doing that.”   The scavenger muttered, putting on tea in her warn down tiny shack of a house, everything compressed to two rooms and dawning two windows with a skylight. She sat by the old wood stove, watching Elliot with narrowed eyes, bandaged, surrounded by warm embers with blankets stacked up, a few poorly put together tubes attached him to a DIY iv. Bandages wrapped around his chest and arms “the frostbites pretty bad, if he doesn't pull through in the next week I'm pulling the plug.” “no, no-no. I’ll pay you” she raised an eyebrow “with what? You’re a nobody”  “you’re a mechanic right?”  “scaven-gggg you know what, yeah sure I'm a mechanic.”  “we’ll, I could help you out with your shop”  “pfff. What shop.”  “We could..make one?”  “I'm not making a shop to keep your brain-dead brother alive.” “then don't do it for him, do it because you want to! and ...also because I really need your help…” “fine~ but like I said. If it doesn't work in one week, he's out. And so are you” Able let out a relieved sigh, sinking back “This is doable”  “PFFT. hah. Sure.” She sat back, pouring tea into a can, and handing it to Able “calm before the storm I guess. Sip up�� “no rest for the wicked…” “yeah whatever, so like, do we steam this vegetable or how do you hydrate it” “I could just stick his hand in some water and as long as he gets light he’ll be ok” “Your plants are so...weird. And kind of impressive, if I got cut and just needed some sunshine that’d be-but you plants are usually stuck up so nevermind~” “not all..” “said all.” “point taken, do you have any paper I could use? I have some ideas for your shop” “Already?” “my brother's life is on the line, I’ll be working at this until we get your shop up and flourishing.” “you don’t want to investigate how you got out there?” “what I don’t know can't hurt me, right now is what's important, and right now he’s losing time the less I work” “ok ok desperado.” she scoffed, handing him some paper and a charcoal pencil “thank you…” “uhuh.” she eyed him as he worked, sketching out blueprints and floor plans, signs and locations, he seemed to have a good idea on her inventory “I keep a keen eye out on everything...well...I feel like it's a habit anyways…” 

“is mind-reading also one?” Able bellowed out a deep, gentle laugh. “ I try not to do it too much” Her eyes widened “Ok ok not really, we can't read minds, I don’t think so anyway” “let’s hope not. For your sake.” Able moved Elliot's palm into a little dish of water, and opened a window over him, kissing his brow and heading outside to start demonstrating his ideas to the Scavenger, her back and front yard consisted of a junkyard that Able was determined to organize, build and prepare for selling spare parts and presenting his trash to treasures vehicle repair service.  Their distant voices brought a tiny smirk to Elliot's lips, sitting in this dull dark pain, listening to his brother work, so long as Able was in earshot, Elliot could count on him...and focus on this long patient recovery...hours of sitting, unable to even open his eyes. It was pure torture. But so long as he had Ables voice to guide him...He knew he could pull through on top.

[blaperile]

Homestuck^2 - Bonus Story - Diamonds, Dames, and Dads, Part 2 - Reaction

Oh hell yes, I'm HIGHLY looking forward to see what this will be like.

I mean, I'm just so absolutely excited how through these bonus stories we're getting to see Dad, DD and Problem Sleuth again for the first time in forever.

And the last part ended on a really interesting note, where Dad and DD just came into Problem Sleuth's office.

I wonder how long they're going to stay with him. We know that at SOME point they're going to split up at least, when Dad and DD arrive handcuffed to each other at the bar where Jasprospesprite^2 and the others are.

I'm very curious to see what's going to happen here.

Page 15:

Hmm, no Problem Sleuth we can see right now! I guess he just sent them off somewhere then? Or this is already some time later. Or he's just off-screen right now. :P

I absolutely love how DD is smoking in a "NO SMOKING" room. He doesn't give a shit.

"Midnight City. A black hole." Pfff, you ain't seen a black hole yet DD, just take a look at the Furthest Ring. :P

Page 16:

Ahahaha, Dad pointed out the sign to him.

It's great to see that Dad, even though he does smoke pipes himself, knows to respect these kind of rules and wouldn't smoke here himself.

Also, they're in a hotel lobby? What are they doing over here?

Are they getting a room to spend the night in? It didn't seem like THAT much time had passed before they found Jasprospesprite^2 at the bar, right?

So, I guess they're probably meeting someone here? But who?

And yeah, DD's clearly referring here to how he made this city and Dad obviously doesn't know that.

God I love these two together.

Page 17:

Man, he really didn't know what to do with himself and his life after he lost the Midnight Crew.

Looks like DD, and maybe the city as a whole, needed a breath of fresh air like this!

Page 18:

Oh wow, that's a trippy panel. Kind of like seen through the eyes of a fish!

I totally dig how they're experimenting with the art style in this story and in Catnapped.

So if I'm reading this correctly, DD might actually kind of like Dad (but doesn't want to admit it of course), but he doesn't want to get too attached to him after what happened to the rest of the Midnight Crew?

Poor guy. :/

Wait, that last paragraph... So Problem Sleuth gave them a room number here, but it's nothing to do with Jane but something for DD himself?

I wonder what he is up to.

And why did Dad stop the elevator on another floor then?

Page 19:

Ha, alright, so Dad didn't actually stop the elevator here. Just shenanigans going on here. :P

I like how these two wear completely different hats. Though it kind of looks like someone took a bite out of the right guy's hat, hahahaha.

Page 20:

Wait, the ice machine? What is that about?

Page 21:

Pffff. I wonder if maybe the real reason those guys stopped fighting and looked like that at him was because they recognized him to be one of the founders of the city.

Page 22:

Huh, so they took the elevator right to the roof. Are they visiting someone at the penthouse or something?

Page 23:

WHAT THE FUCK??? SPADES SLICK???

HOW....????

I mean... this can't be, right? Spades Slick ended up in an entirely different timeline, and we know everything that happened to him afterwards.

Then I guess DD's hallucinating?? That seems like the most plausible explanation, considering what I said above, and how Dad is only looking at DD and not at anyone else.

Page 24:

What the FUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK?

Someone just appeared behind DD?

Carrying a white gun (which reminds me WAY TOO MUCH of Doc Scratch's gun), what seems to be a long black sleeve, and... incredibly long nails???

WHO THE FUCK IS THIS??

And... what does that mean for the Spades Slick DD was seeing right in front of him?

Page 25:

OH FUCK OH FUCK OH FUCK OH FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK

IT'S SNOWMAN

IT'S FUCKING SNOWMAN

HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOW?

I mean... she's dead! Okay no, that's another timeline.

But... I was kind of getting the feeling here that DD had ended up in a timeline where all the rest of The Midnight Crew and The Felt were gone.

...

Okay to be honest, I guess it makes sense Snowman is still alive in this timeline. I mean, she IS the universe after all. If she dies, the universe dies.

But... what does that mean for this Spades Slick? Is there really another living version of him in this timeline then?

And what about the rest of the Midnight Crew? And The Felt? Are they still around as well?

And then the gun Snowman is carrying here... is that Doc Scratch's gun (the one Slick shot her with in the main timeline)? Or is it supposed to be her own gun we saw in the original Intermission, where it was depicted as being gray?

And just what the HELL is going to happen between this point and when DD and Dad end up at the bar?

Are they going to be locked up somewhere by Snowman, handcuffed to each other, and then escape from there? Do they coincidentally end up at the bar, or did someone tell them to go there?

And why did DD even come here? Did Problem Sleuth find out where Spades Slick was and thus send DD here to this rooftop, or something?

And just what is going to happen with all these people? Are some of them going to be crossing over into Meat Earth, or will DD, Snowman and the rest remain on this version of Alternia?

Holy shit. This raises SO MANY QUESTIONS.

God it's probably going to take so much time before we even get to see the next part of this story. xD

[qitwrites]

happy birthday dearest @ryugazakkis ♥. here’s a small textfic from your precious oikuro college!au. Hope you have an amazing day ⌒°(❛ᴗ❛)°⌒

Kuroo: we’re out of eggs

Oikawa: and?

Kuroo: buy some

Kuroo: youre out loafing anyway

Oikawa: first of all, fuck u

Oikawa: secondly, im not loafing, im buying our face packs for this weeknd

Kuroo: ok, understandably important business

Kuroo: but Bo is craving my omu rice

Kuroo: and theres no eggs in the fridge

Oikawa: fyn. u both owe me.

Oikawa: i need to walk an extra 468m to reach the grocery place

Kuroo: do i want to knw y u have such an accurate measurement of the distance?

Oikawa: ……

Oikawa: i get bored easily

Kuroo: u need new hobbies

Oikawa: once again, fuc k you

~

Oikawa: <link attached>

Oikawa: <link attached>

Oikawa: <link attached>

Oikawa: <link attached>

Kuroo: wtf is this

Oikawa: proof

Kuroo: of wat?

Oikawa: the existence of aliens you imbecille

Kuroo: im sorry, but im still not a believer tofu

Oikawa: traitor

Oikawa: y r we frnds?

Kuroo: because u love meeeeee

Oikawa: -.-

~

Kuroo: tooru

Oikawa: hmm?

Kuroo: i miss home

Oikawa: we get a break in two weeks

Oikawa: hang in there

Oikawa: im out rn

Oikawa: ill bring the ice cream

Kuroo: youre the best

Oikawa: i know

Kuroo: asshole

Oikawa: theres my tetsu-chan

Kuroo: <3

~

Oikawa: it’s fascinating, really

Kuroo: wat is

Oikawa: the way my face twists when someone says ushiwaka within 100 feet of me

Oikawa: bo snapped a pic

Oikawa: <image>

Kuroo: meme worthy

Kuroo: truly

Oikawa: honestly

Oikawa: the man manages to make beauty lyk mine look stale

Kuroo: that’s to say

Kuroo: u have any beauty at all

Oikawa: pfff

Oikawa: tetsu-chan please

Oikawa: ur a lot of things

Oikawa: and i mean A LOT

Oikawa: but blind is not one of them

Kuroo: ass

Oikawa: i don’t see u disagreeing

Kuroo: …….

Oikawa:  (✿´ ꒳ ` )

~

Kuroo: wat do u wanna watch 2night

Oikawa: well

Oikawa: im kinda in the mood for horror

Kuroo: i was thinking the sameee

Kuroo: saw 2?

Oikawa: yaaasss

Kuroo: also pizza

Kuroo: hawaiian or pepperoni

Oikawa: pepperoni pleasee

Kuroo: done done

Oikawa: thanks :*

~

Kuroo: oikawa

Kuroo: oikawa come on

Kuroo: tooru

Oikawa: i don’t wanna talk rn

Kuroo: i know it sucks to be fighting with iwa

Kuroo: bt just calm down and think abt it from his perspective

Kuroo: and dnt ever forget

Kuroo: he loves u

Oikawa: ……

Oikawa: i know

Oikawa: i just need time

Kuroo: i know

~

Oikawa: dnt forget

Oikawa: we’re running tomorrow @ 5:30

Kuroo: i hate u

Kuroo: every single cell in my body

Kuroo: prays fr your untimely demise

Kuroo: is the sun even up that early

Oikawa: .______.

Oikawa: tat’s the point u idiot

Kuroo: i hate u

Oikawa: im aware

Oikawa: ill knock on ur door til u wake up

Oikawa: just saying

Kuroo: ur existence is sevearly regretted @ the moment

Oikawa: dnt be late darling

Oikawa: u can thank me later

Kuroo: go to hell

Kuroo: preferably before 5:30 in the morning

~

Oikawa: KUROO-MOTHERFUCKING-TETSUROU

Kuroo: yes dear?

Oikawa: will u

Oikawa: fr the love of all that is good and pure

Oikawa: stop changing my bg’s

Oikawa: to posivitely atrocious selfies of urself????

Oikawa: i had to show my prof something on my cell

Oikawa: and that picture just blares up at us

Oikawa: and ive never felt so horrifyingly embarrassed

Oikawa: his eyes Kuroo

Oikawa: he looked so betrayed

Oikawa: his hatred for me in that moment

Oikawa: could prob burn a hole through wood

Kuroo: brb

Kuroo: crying so har d rn

Kuroo: ur prof saw?

Kuroo: omggg

Kuroo: ◝( ′ㅂ`)و ̑̑

Oikawa: rot in the depths of tartarus

Kuroo: just as long as u wont be there

Oikawa: 🖕

~

Oikawa: kuroo

Kuroo: yeah

Oikawa: correct me if im wrong

Oikawa: bt did u just walk into class in your kitty pajama bottoms?

Kuroo: yeah

Oikawa: wit ur hair unbrushed

Kuroo: yeah

Oikawa: without shaving or even remotely grooming

Kuroo: yeah

Oikawa: zombie mode activated?

Kuroo: yeah

Oikawa: alrighty the n

Oikawa: ill get u coffee wen your class is done

Kuroo: blessed

Oikawa: monosyllabic bastard

~

Kuroo: u doing anything for the upcoming long weeknd?

Oikawa: i wanted to go home

Oikawa: bt my parents already planned a trip

Oikawa: so no

Kuroo: ok then youre coming

Oikawa: where

Kuroo: bo and i have planned a road trip

Kuroo: call iwa too

Oikawa: that sounds like fuuuun

Oikawa: o(≧∇≦o)

Kuroo: i know 

Kuroo: ρ(￣ﾍ￣ ﾒ)

Oikawa: iwa says yessss

Kuroo: awesome!

Kuroo: don’t forget sunscreen this time

Oikawa: it happened ONE TIME TETSU

Oikawa: let it go

Kuroo: u were pink for a week and half

Kuroo: im neve r letting that go

Oikawa: go fuck a trumpet

Kuroo: tempting

Kuroo: bt no thanks

Oikawa: y haven’t I blocked u yet jezuz

Kuroo: u keep asking urself that

~

Kuroo: <voice note>

Oikawa: from all that screaming and yelping

Oikawa: im assuming bo wants curry?

Kuroo: yas

Kuroo: me 2 actually

Oikawa: do we have any ingredients/

Kuroo: uhhh

Kuroo: i think a moth just flew outta the cupboard

Oikawa: ……

Kuroo: yeah ill go shopping

Oikawa: good idea

Oikawa: and take that hyper active eternally hungry puppy wid u

Kuroo: his name is bo

Oikawa: just goo

Oikawa: shooo

Kuroo: going going

~

Kuroo: sometimes i wish

Kuroo: the aliens had taken u

Kuroo: wen we offered u to them

Oikawa: same kuroo

Oikawa: same

Oikawa: (｡•́︿•̀｡)

Kuroo: wanna try again ?? ???

Oikawa: we’re too sober

Kuroo: not if i can help it

Oikawa: ill bring the tequila

Kuroo: i approve

~

Kuroo: Tooru

Kuroo: it’s not your fault

Kuroo: no matter what you or anyone else says or thinks

Kuroo: it’s not your fault

Oikawa: i am weak

Oikawa: so pathetically weak

Oikawa: coach should fucking bench me

Kuroo: open the door

Kuroo: I have wine, chocolates and bubblewrap

Oikawa: …..

Oikawa: I love you.

Kuroo: I love you too.

Kuroo: youre good enough

Kuroo: dont doubt that

~

Kuroo: daisho’s resemblance to reptiles

Kuroo: makes me truly believe in the existent of mutants

Oikawa: well, he’s certainly

Oikawa: whats the wor d

Oikawa: slimy

Kuroo: bo wants to strangle him for touching kei-chan

Oikawa: ill join him

Oikawa: my poor iwa-chan is suffering wid him 2

Kuroo: ugh

Kuroo: i hate him

Oikawa: i know

Kuroo: bleh

Oikawa: Netflix and cuddle?

Kuroo: Netflix and cuddle

~

Kuroo: <missed call>

Kuroo: <missed call>

Kuroo: <missed call>

Oikawa: wt actua l FUCK

Oikawa: its 3 AM

Oikawa: y u do this

Kuroo: i want tacos

Oikawa: ok just to put this in context

Oikawa: u have woken me at ass oclock in the morning

Oikawa: 2 get fucking tacos

Oikawa: hve i forgotten anything?

Kuroo: and churros!!!

Kuroo: im craving something sweeeet

Oikawa: im gonna kill u

Kuroo: yeah yeah no prob

Kuroo: see u in 5

Oikawa: …….

Oikawa: i want chocolate filled ones

Kuroo: attaboy

~

Oikawa: i think the four extra months ive spent on this planet

Oikawa: has given me this undeniably invaluable insight of the world

Oikawa: im sorry u cant ever experience this kurooo

Kuroo: that’s alright

Kuroo: i see things in a way diff from u

Oikawa: how so????

Kuroo: i mean

Kuroo: i am 3.4 entire cms taller

Kuroo: the view is simply breathtaking

Oikawa: ……

Oikawa: fuck u

Kuroo: ✧٩(•́⌄•́๑)

~

Oikawa: hey

Oikawa: wen u free?

Kuroo: i got tomorrow evening off

Kuroo: what’s up?

Oikawa: i wanna work on that spike wid u

Oikawa: also blocking practice with bo

Kuroo: im game

Oikawa: good

Oikawa: we need cooler hand signs too

Kuroo: tots agree

Kuroo: we’ll brainstorm alright?

Oikawa: sounds like a plan

Oikawa: ೕ(•̀ᴗ•́)

~

Kuroo: code ET

Kuroo: i repeat

Kuroo: CODE ET

Kuroo: which means i am VERY sad

Oikawa: got it got it

Oikawa: ill meet u at the regular spot in 10

Oikawa: and ill bring bo

Kuroo: and my hoodie

Oikawa: and your hoodie

Kuroo: cookies and cream?

Oikawa: ye s plis

Oikawa: bo will have mint choco

Kuroo: got it

Kuroo: come fastly

Oikawa: almost there

~

Oikawa: just for 10 mins

Oikawa: ill only practice serves

Oikawa: i swea r

Kuroo: for the last time

Kuroo: NO

Kuroo: you are going to rest your knee till its better

Kuroo: even bo is mad this time

Kuroo: he wont let u on this court either

Oikawa: can i watch?

Kuroo: nope

Kuroo: focus on healin g

Kuroo: idiot

Oikawa: ……

Oikawa: im sorry

Kuroo: don’t be

Kuroo: we miss u too

~

Oikawa: i may not say this all the time

Oikawa: but your existence is appreciated Kuroo

Oikawa: thank u for coming into my life all those many years ago

Oikawa: and dealing with my stream of bullshit

Kuroo: likewise

Kuroo: <voice note>

Oikawa: pfff

Oikawa: tell bo I love him too

Kuroo: will do

Kuroo: oh bt w

Kuroo: Tooru?

Oikawa: yeah ?

Kuroo: i still don’t believe in aliens

Oikawa: F UCK YOU

Kuroo: I love you too

Kuroo: ♥♥

[the-short-stouts-tavern]

To Dalaran With Love

“It’s really weird to see Dalaran so populated.”

The trio hovered slowly down from the high vantage point they found themselves in. (Nittenook has some pretty bad aim) As they floated, they took in the vast improvements Dalaran has seen since the Northrend campaign. Despite Stormwind’s struggles, it seems like the floating city was more than able to secure their finances after dealing with the various conflicts in the icy north. It may also be due to the extra contingencies built into the city after Jaina Proudmoore took control following the destruction of Theramore. Very secure, but emphatically Alliance-only territory.

But that is in the past. Now, Dalaran is floating in the Broken Isles under the control of Archmage Khadgar and the Council of Six. With the combined forces of the Alliance and Horde, the Council hopes to obtain the Pillars of Creation and seal up the Burning Legion’s portal once and for all.

“Aye, Nysian.” Kegoc replied, landing gently on his feet near the market district. “It has a sorta...home feel ta’ it.”

“Yeah. City without trees is totally my home.” Nysian said, his sarcastic tone returning after becoming so close to the goal.

Behind them, Nittenook floated down, pressing a bottle of liquid into the baby tauren’s lips. “There, there. Milk will make you strong.”

The tauren giggled as it enjoyed the drink, its being slowly glowing with a blueish light. “eeee”

“Hmm, we should probably find Sareva.” Nysian said, watching the baby closely. Inside of that baby housed the Tears of Elune, one of the very Pillars of Creation they were searching for.

“Aye. She’ll probably be in th’ beer garden. She knows where she’d find meh.” Kegoc smirked as he began to walk.

“Ooof!”

With a thud, a goblin runs into the paladin, causing Kegoc to step backward. “Ack!”

“Hey, hey, watch where you’re goin’, huh? Sheesh.”

Kegoc narrowed his eyes. “...aye, same to ye.”

The trio shrugged and began to walk away. The goblin sniffed loudly and adjusted his all-too-familiar hat. “Pff...weirdos.”

Dweit and Pals: Holly-er Than Thou

The hustle and bustle of Dalaran sure beats the hot days of Orgrimmar. The mages are kind and have the city up high in the air for a cooler (and felfire-free) lifestyle.

Majority of the mages who stay here end up staying here for good. Magic people tend to stay. Alliance people also tended to stay even beyond the Northrend campaign’s end. Even the Horde did, before that nasty Garrosh business. I mean, that’s multiple choice at that point, but regardless. The point is that Dalaran’s back, baby. And the higher the city in the sky, the higher the profits.

That’s what a goblin said at some point.

And that’s why Tendorel is shirtless and sitting at a table near the northern bank, with a sign above him saying “Arm Wrestle a Blood Elf. Perfect Your Arm Job”

Ace looked up at the banner, then back down at Tendorel, frowning. “I don’t think the phrase ‘Arm Job’ is appropriate....or exists?“

“Nah, it does.” Tendorel nodded his head. “A blood knight mentioned it one time. They use the whole-”

“Hellloooooo, my gracious minions.” The two looked behind them and saw Dweit sauntering down the road, smirking. “A profitable day for me, as per usual. So how much did your make while I was at the market?”

“Well, we started with 5 gold. We ended up with...” Ace turned over her paper. “4 gold.”

“....how did you bozos lose money?”

“Drinks.” Tendorel replied, shaking his head shamefully.

“Non-alcoholic, of course.” Ace noted, scribbling another note on her paper. “We’re still careful about costs going too high in our budget.”

“Okay, first of all, teh ‘budget’ is akin to yous askin’ fer somethin’ and me sayin’ ‘no’. Second, a bunch of springwater is, like, 10 copper!” Dweit growled, stomping towards the two. “You would have to have...10000 bottles!”

“1000.” Ace replied without a second wasted.

“Still a large number!”

Tendorel coughed. “If it helps, it’s actually water from the local springs in the isles. Premium water. Very good stuff. Only a little bit of smelly vrykul taste in it.”

“Oh, yeah, your ancient piss-heavy water is absolutely worth 1 full gold piece!” Dweit sighed and moved his hand over his eyes. “I swear, you two are gonna kill me.”

“Relax, Dweit. Soon we’ll be swimming in that dirty water.” Ace smiled. “I got a job for us.”

“....you.” Dweit looked over at the priest. “You have a job.”

“Mmmmmhm.” Ace smiled, moving her hands behind her back. “A little bird from the watering hole told me that there’s a demon in Dalaran’s Underbelly. If we were to take out that demon, then we would find ourselves with 1000 gold pieces each.”

“Ooooo.” Dweit’s devious grin grew the length of a literal figurative Warsong field. “Not bad, not bad.”

“And I must note, I did not need to be blindfolded for it.” Tendorel chimed in. “ It was purely with both eyes open.” He pointed at his eyes for emphasis.

“Well, this is good. Come tomorrow we’ll have a demon’s head in our bag and enough money to clean it after!” Dweit rubbed his hands together. “This is a very profitable position that-”

“Ohohoh...yous guys is cute as buttons.”

Dweit’s eyes widened, then narrowed into a natural goblin snear as he, along with Ace and Tendorel, turned their heads towards a nearby stairwell.

On top of that stairwell stood another goblin. Her form tiny but her body showing fair amounts of muscle, which must be needed for the giant axe on her back. (granted, a giant axe for a goblin is, like, a throwing stick for a tauren) Her metal glove laid upon the hip of her garish armor, her eyes hidden underneath a bit of a silly top hat. It was most assuredly swiped from a Gilnean, possibly with the head attached with how dangerous that axe looked.

“...ohhh, good. I was wonderin’ if yer ‘highness’ decided ta’ come ova’.” Dweit said, walking forward with a smirk.

“Aww, didja have a litta’ hope in me missin’ anotha’ chance ta’ ruin yah profit margin, Dweeb?” The goblin snickered, moving her hand over her mouth.

“....should we...” Ace asked Tendorel.

Tendorel shrugged.

“Ah! Wow, ya’ tellin’ me teh big man neva’ told ya about all teh times he lost big? Almost like he took’em personally. Heh.”

Dweit muttered softly, then turned around to his companions. “Ah, sorry, lackeys. This here is ta’ ‘eluuuustrious’ Holly N....Nuh.....oh, what was dat stupid name...?”

“It was Ni-”

“Nozzlefume?” Dweit interrupted the goblin.

“...Ni-”

“Noggenflog?” Dweit smiled.

Holly’s eyes narrowed. “....it’s Ni-”

“Oh right! Nuzzlefu-”

“OY, SHUT UP.” Holly jumped down from the stairwell and stomped over to Dweit. “What’s teh big ideah, ‘uh?”

“Haaaahahaha!” Dweit began a rumpus laugh, slapping his hand over his knee for comical effect. Ace and Tendorel awkwardly joined in.

“Ohhhhh...” Holly spat on the ground, moving her hands to her hips. She then smirked. “Think ya so cool, huh.”

Dweit snifffed, moving his hand over to his eye to wipe away a fake tear. “Oh, maybe. What’s it to ya, brass n’ tack?”

“Well, ya’ won’t be laughin’ fer long, toots.” Holly smirked. “Cause I’m gonna be teh demon slaya’ in this town. The three of yous can skedaddle.”

“Pfff.” Dweit moved his hand over to his mouth. “Please. I know yah got a good swing on dat axe, but I betcha can’t even aim it at a demon’s foot, let alone teh head. Meanwhile, I got my ELITE mooks over dere!” Dweit thumbed his way to Ace and Tendorel, who were less excited about being mooks than anything else in the world. “Whatya got, Holly?”

“Him.”

Holly pointed up to the roof of the Scribes' Sacellum shop, where a lone figure stood above them all. Elf in stature, the figure jumped in the air, bringing out two gigantic demonic wings as he floated gently down to the ground, landing in front of Dweit. Slowly the elf rose up, seemingly staring down at the diminutive goblin, though nothing but a bright felflame came from his eyesockets.

Dweit stepped back slightly. “A-ah...so that’s an-”

“An actual demon hunter...” Ace responded, eyes wide.

“.....nice.” Tendorel looked the demon hunter up and down. He gave the demon hunter a thumbs-up, but immediately brought it down considering how offensive it may be.

“Meet Mr. Denarye.” Holly walked over to the elf, smiling at him, rolling her tongue with the name playfully. “My tank.”

“......p-...pffff...” Dweit waved his hand lightly in the air. “Whatever. So you got a demon huntah.” He continued waving. “What could he possibly do fer ya?”

“Good question.” Holly smirked. “Denarye, dear? What do you think?”

“I will hunt the demon down.” The elf replied, cracking his knuckles. “And with pleasure I will sever its pathetic head and present it to the Council of Six on a silver plate.”

“...............nice.” Tendorel replied, before getting smacked on the head by Ace. “Ack.”

“Hmhmmm....he’s quite a specimen, huh? Betta’ than any good-fer-nothin’ shaman.” Holly smiled. “Hope ya weren’t plannin’ this fer a career, Dweeb. Cuz soon, teh only thing rollin’ in this town will be demon heads an’ my sacks o’ gold. Gold ya won’t be takin’ this time.” Holly snapped her finger which caused Denarye to pick her up with one arm, which is quite a feat considering the armor she wore. She blew a kiss at the three, gave a wink, and motioned for Denarye to bring his wings out and jump up into the air, carrying her off.

“.........”

The trio stood silent for-

“Who the hell was that?” Ace asked immediately, looking at Dweit.

The goblin sighed, then moved his hand over his hat, lowering it over his eyes. “I don’t wanna say.”

“She seemed pretty....forward with you.”

“....”

“Didn’t seem to like you, either.”

“.....”

“And I think she may want to humiliate you and kill y-”

“Fine.” Dweit interrupted her. “She’s my ex-wife. Happy?”

“..........”

“.........”

Tendorel coughed. “Well, I’m not. Can’t believe I wasn’t the best man.” (.)

TO BE CONTINUED