#man i kinda wish they actually had these scars

[do-rey-me]

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[evilminji]

You know... >.>

My Dad always used to tell me, if I get a Genuine Genie(tm)? Get a lawyer first. Before I make my Wishes(tm), so they can help me word them correctly.

Obviously, a human lawyer would not be foolproof... BUT! What about a Ghost Lawyer?

Like? Obviously Desiree would be PISSED. How DARE you twist HER wish twisting! Her THING is "what you believe is your heart's desire always comes at a terrible cost" which is what she DIED to learn.

So obviously she would NEVER, willingly, bend her Obsession for ANYONE. And you'd have to make a DAMN good case to that Lawyer for why he ISNT breaking the law by helping you. Probably some "you can: save the life of an unconscious person against their will/shove an unobservant person OFF the train tracks, even if they get hurt, to save their life" clause.

Like? Using a ghosts Obsession against them? Bad. Illegal.

Using it against their will, to save OTHER ghosts, who are in immediate danger? Not illegal, but they will be PISSED. Still not great though, you will want to apologize and fast.

So like??? Reality Bending Power. Patrick Star Method of "what if we MOVED the city... somewhere else?" Considered at 1am. Team of Ghost Laywers, acquired.

Amity and all Limnals are REMOVED from the DP-verse.

Wish worded juuuuust so. Any ghost that forms there? Yoink! Instantly removed to the Zone. Natural Portals? Cut off. Let the whole Reality fade out at an accelerated rate, as no NEW energy is fed into the system. Entropy will do, what entropy does. Exactly as they wished it.

They hated Death so much, they speed up the heat death of their ENTIRE universe by Eons. Congratulations, you guys "Won". Enjoy the wildly more fragile flora, fauna, and general ecosystems. Now that none of you have that ambient Ectoplasm strengthening your bodies. Yeah, the things you used to shrug off? Those are gonna maim or kill you now.

Doesn't MATTER if you "learn your lesson" though! Cause this is WAY past that point! This is "cutting off the tumor before it kills us" territory, and buddy? Amity ISNT the tumor. Go forth a grow, just like you wanted.

They won't be here to fix your messes anymore.

Because Danny got himself a dictionary thick "I Wish..." contract. Which was worded, as it needs to be, in one loooooooong run on sentence. Shouted "I Wish what's written on THIS, as it is currently, and without any form of editing or negotiation!" As fast as he could. Yote the document in Desiree's direction. And Flew like an INCANDESCENTLY pissed off Genie was trying to set his everything of fire.

Which she was.

Thankfully, Paulina came in clutch with her History of all things Jewelry, world fashions, and Make-Up knowledge. That, coupled with the Power Of Rich Friends(tm)? (Sam. Her mother was THRILLED to take her Jewelry and clothing shopping for something other then blacks and dark purple. They went on a jet setting whurl-wind tour. Sam actually kinda liked a some of what she found.)

They have Apology Bribes.

They shamelessly HIDE behind the mountain of Apology Bribes, while they explain themselves. Is Desiree HAPPY? No. But those bracelets are magnificent and she DOES deserve nice things. Those silks will really bring out her eyes. And she... DOES... admit...

Maybe...

That things are not... SAFE. Any longer. Danny TRIES. Everyone else can see it. And he's made incredible strides! Even convinced his lunatic parents. Though they're still not quite POPULAR. (WAY too pushy and invasive with their questions, for most people.) But the fanatics in white?

They nearly killed Box Lunch. If her father hadn't BEEN there...

And the poor man will have that scar on his back for the rest of his afterlife. Desiree can see why Danny is pushing. Does she LIKE it? No. But...

She supposes she will content herself with the suffering of the Fanatics in White and all who support them. THEIR wishes, twisted. Their ugly heart's desires.

Fine.

"SO YOU WISH IT. SO IT SHALL BE!"

And? The ghost town of what WOULD of one day grown into Amity, had the witch's there not been found by those they had fled from, which sits in long rotted ruins, amongst the trees in nowhere Illinois? Poof! Two "Towns" are switched.

The roads out of town coming to a clean line stop, meeting not even goat paths. Just trees. Old growth.

But it's not ALL of Town, is it? Faces missing. New, confused, faces from every corner of the map, taking their place. No Limnal left behind. No supporter of the GIWs genocide, brought along. Family's kept together where they could be. But by the few, scared and upset, green flashing eyes of children in the crowd?

It seemed for some, it was easier to fear and hate, then love their children.

Already they were being gathered up by school teachers and PTA parents. As everyone tried to figure out what had happened. Concerned, quite muttering a dull roar as everyone tries to coordinate.

Red Huntress joins Danny and Dani in the Sky. She doesn't get a word in. Wanted to know what the HELL was going on. She was with her dad in Chicago! Dani was in Taiwan! Literally! As in, sitting in a SUBWAY station one second, the next? Outside!

But they don't get to demand those answers. Because there is a sonic boom on the horizon. And then? Floating... weird... not ghosts?

Uuuuuuhhhh?

Hi?

That much blue... sure is a Statement. Like the cape and... bloooomers? Shorts. Bikini bottoms? It.. it's a Cool Look, dude! No, really. They are being VERY supportive here! If YOU like it? That's the only thing that matters!

Red Huntress smacks the Danny/i's Repeated upside their heads and demans to know what the Not-Ghosts are doing in their airspace.

Oh YEAH. Good point! What she said! And can it WAIT? They're kinda going through A Thing right now...

Kon? Wants it on record he loves these guys. They're hilarious. The LOOK on Clark's FACE?? He wishes he could frame it. Preserve it for future generations. Thing is? There was NOT a town here a second ago.

Well, bout 30 minutes or so, but you get the idea. One moment? Tree noises. Bam! Thousands of people! Obviously the checked it out. Only to be met with two... three maybe? Heros who have NO IDEA who they are.

Clear Reality warping shenanigans. Might be time travel or multiverse. Question is... are they STAYING? And if SO? What now...

@hdgnj @ailithnight @the-witchhunter @nerdpoe @dcxdpdabbles @mutable-manifestation @hypewinter

[awoogayanderes]

WISHING OSAMU DAZAI HAPPY BIRTHDAY OVER THE YEARS

➪ warnings : mentions of suicide and scars, kinda nihilistic, one reference of intimacy, non sexual nudity

➪ other notes : YALL KNOW I HAD TO WRITE SOMETHING FOR MY MAN !!! made it a bit angsty too, also some of this is not canon like oda dying before dazai turns 18

osamu dazai never saw his birthday as important. why should he ? it was the start of his life where he believed nothing mattered. for the first 14 years of his life, he saw his purpose as useless, always seeing the world in black and white, he’s a gray person afterall. he met you around the time of his most previous suicide attempt before joining the mafia. you were just a stray orphan mori picked off the street to use as his assistant. bless your soul.

you found out his birthday by accident almost two years later, going through mori’s old patients files. june 19. despite dazai’s absorbed personality, he had never mentioned his birthday. you wondered if he would be offended if you wished him happy birthday when he turned 16. nothing ever stopped you from pushing your limits though. “happy birthday dazai,” you use his surname, not being fully familiarized with the young man.

wide eyes looked at you as you walked off. despite him knowing you for almost two years, that was the first time you actually caught his attention. he knew you served as one of the doctors in the mafia, you had access to his file though he never expected you to remember it. that’s what started your friendship, him lingering around you more often even when you were with other patients in need. he always found those who help others interesting.

he starts to trust you when he’s soon to turn 17. dazai starts inviting you to bar lupin, sometimes alone and sometimes with oda and ango. he doesn’t know how to feel about you, he doesn’t want a relationship with you at that time but he also doesn’t just view you as a friend. “happy birthday dazai,” you smile at him despite still using his surname as a formality. later that day, you, ango, oda, and dazai are at bar lupin. that’s when you make a toast for the bandaged man wishing him a good birthday.

the year he was turning 18 was the most difficult year of all. it was the year where all hell broke loose between dazai and mori as well as you and mori. he had told you before his birthday that he was going to spend it like he did last year with you, oda, and ango. that was until oda died. that same evening, he held his hand out to you pleading for you to leave the mafia with him. so you did, a decision made in a matter of seconds with little hesitation.

you didn’t celebrate his birthday, you knew he was in pain that he had lost two of his friends who he held dearly. “happy birthday osamu,” you say softly from the small couch of your small shared home. he had been gone the whole day, you even almost missed the chance of congratulating him. he sat next to you, almost immediately leaning into your touch where you wrapped your arms around him. even though he was turned away from you, his sniffles could be heard. you slept in that position for the rest of the night.

despite the connection you and dazai had, you were still friends by the time he turned 19. despite him still having drinking habits, he seemed more in touch with the world. deeming it safe enough to do something for him, you bought him a beige trench coat that would reach his ankles, a replacement for the one mori gave him whilst in the mafia. you lit the candle on a decently big cupcake you bought as his keys jangled on the door. “happy birthday osamu,” you smiled presenting the cupcake.

he was caught off guard like the first time you wished him happy birthday. he smiled before blowing out the candle. when you handed him the trench coat, he looked at you before stepping closer and putting a hand on your cheek. time froze for you as he leaned forward planting a chaste kiss on your lips. that was the first time any action out of friendship happened between both of you. it’s safe to say that you weren’t just friends after this moment.

whilst in a positive work environment, both of you start shaping your own mentality. as dazai was turning 20, you thoroughly realized how much love he lacked. so you wanted to make sure he knew he was appreciated. you bought him pink carnations, even baked a cake from scratch. there weren’t a lot of things dazai genuinely wanted, but that day he realized he wanted your love as you present the cake and carnations, “happy birthday ‘samu,” you smile brightly as he brings you into a tight hug.

your relationship got more closer, emotionally and intimately by the time he turned 21. this time instead of letting you do something you believed he wanted, he went to you and asked you to bathe him and change his bandages for the first time on his birthday. you could have cried from joy when he asked for that at one in the morning. “happy birthday ‘samu, love you,” you say quietly but smiling, helping him strip of his clothes and eventually his bandages.

this was the first time you saw him without his bandages, scars in some places, some uneven skin tones, but still your dazai. you scrub at his hair softly with shampoo with his eyes closed. he’s completely vulnerable but he’s relaxed. you later help him change his bandages, his humming is the only thing that prevents silence. when you’re done, there’s a small smile on his face, a genuine one, conveying gratitude. you didn’t judge him, you were patient.

there was a small festival nearby where you live that was the night before dazai was turning 22. dazai suggested going, so here you were, both of you in cultural wear walking around the bright festival with your arms interloped. as the festival was coming to an end, you both sat on some grass nearby as fireworks exploded into the night sky. “happy birthday sweetheart, i love you,” you said, using a delicate nickname for someone like him. you both leaned into each other as colors bursted into the sky.

he never told you this but every time you had him blow out a candle and make a wish on his birthday, he never did. he already had what he wanted, you. you and your love. you and your kindness. you and your affection. you always made him seem like he was deserving of your love, even he believes it now. the only thing he could wish for now is that you both stay together forever even in the after life and future lives. osamu dazai never saw his birthday as important, not until he met you.

[hopepetal]

A little fanfic I wrote for the aftermath of MCC 33, because both Pearl and Impulse raided Scar. And also Boatem <3

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Pearl sat on the balloon, legs hanging off the side as she looked out over the MCC server. Her wings fluttered lightly against her back– it was nice to be able to use them again after so long of having them hidden. 

She had gotten close! Really, really close! Even though she was rusty still, she had been able to get almost in the top twenty! And her team had gotten third overall. Pretty cool, in her opinion. She was still riding that high from meltdown, though. Maybe she was a good leader for that, after all.

From the distance, she heard a familiar voice. “Peaaaaaaarl! Pearl Pearl Pearl Pearl Pearl Pearl–!” Scar, equipped with elytra, slammed head first into the spot right beside her with a squawk. “Oh, ouch! Goodness, the lag on this server is awful!” he complained, pushing himself up and plopping down beside her. “So! How was MCC, how are you feeling?” he prompted, and Pearl let out a soft chuckle.

“I’m feeling pretty good,” she admitted, ��I did pretty well. A little disappointing at the end, but…” She shrugged. “Y’know, what can ya do? We did our best, and that’s what matters.”

Scar nodded. “And that’s what matters, indeed!” he exclaimed. “You know, I was secretly rooting for you guys. Above my own team, even! I was really hoping you’d get that win.”

Pearl laughed, shaking her head. “Scar! That’s so sweet of you, mate. I appreciate it.” She let the silence between them sit for a moment. “How was Etho?”

“He was good, he was good! I’m hopin’ he’ll come back, y’know, maybe we’ll all be on the same team then.” Scar kicked his legs back and forth, leaning forward. “I actually did so much better than I thought I would! I got in a top ten! A top ten, Pearl!”

Pearl beamed, clapping her hands together. “That’s awesome, Scar!” she praised, “I knew you could do it. What was it in?”

“Meltdown! Which, if I recall correctly, you guys did amayzingly in too!”

Pearl grinned. “Oh, you bet. I’ll be riding that high for ages. I make a pretty good leader, it turns out!”

The two were interrupted by yet another familiar face flying up to their little spot– Impulse, seemingly also struggling with his elytra, judging by how rough the landing had been. “It’s just the generic version,” he complained to the two as soon as he’d steadied himself, “I’m too used to the personalized elytra we get on hermitcraft.” He sat himself down on Pearl’s other side. 

“Honestly, sounds like you should just grow wings,” Pearl teased, giving her own a small flutter. “You did amazing, mate. What team were you on, again?” she asked, tilting her head slightly. 

Impulse returned the smile she gave him. “Aqua Axolotls! I was with Sneeg, Illumina, and Joel.”

“I’m not even gonna try to say that team name,” Scar muttered, earning soft laughter from the other two.

“That sounds like a fun team, though,” Pearl commented. “How was it?”

Impulse nodded. “It was pretty fun! Joel yelled a lot, of course. He was very excited whenever he saw Etho, though.”

“I can imagine!” Scar piped up. “Kinda sad that Grian couldn’t make it this time. We all know how much that man loves Etho.”

Pearl shrugged. “Poor guy was just busy, I guess. You can imagine his horror when he realized Etho was in this MCC and he hadn’t signed up.”

“That’s why you’re here, right? To give him all the insider info?” Impulse asked, and Pearl laughed.

“Yeah, he wishes. I’m not telling him a thing,” she snickered, and Scar gasped dramatically.

“The cleaning lady has an evil heart!” he cried, “she abandons her brother in his time of need…!” 

“Ah, he’ll get over it!” 

The three sat in silence for a while after that, their shared company enough to fill the silence. Pearl sighed softly, leaning back and tilting her head toward the sky. “Well, it’s high time we probably head back to hermitcraft. You fellas wanna come with?”

Scar jumped up, holding out a hand to her. “Why of course!” he exclaimed, helping pull her up when she took his hand. “Let’s go back and surprise Mumbo with the good news of my top ten!”

“I’m sure he’ll be dying to hear about it,” Impulse chuckled. “And Grian, of course. We can have a little boatem meeting, just like the old days!”

“Even though boatem got crushed by the moon,” Pearl reminded them.

Scar tutted softly, shaking his head. “Ahh, Pearl, that’s where you’re wrong! Boatem is a state of mind, not just a pole! So long as we keep boatem in our hearts, it will stay alive.”

“You’re a goofball,” Pearl pointed out with a laugh. 

“He’s our goofball,” Impulse corrected. “Right. Whoever gets back onto hermitcraft and to Mumbo first wins. See ya!” And with that, he disconnected.

Pearl yelped. “Oh, that’s not fair, my ping–!” She watched Scar disconnect, and decided it would be best to quickly follow suit.

impulseSV left the game GoodTimeWithScar left the game PearlescentMoon left the game

[tmntforeverinmyheart]

I unironically love the mutant apocalypse, and really wish there was more content of it. I mean it paved the way for rises future that fans seem to worship. It’s unfortunate that the designs kinda sucked (looking at you leo) and how the bridge between the mutagen bomb and 50 years into the further is basically unknown. Like how did leo of all people become a cruel wasteland king? What tragic accident befell casey, april and karai for them to be nonexistent? What did raph and donnie do for 50 years? What happened to mikey to make him go crazy? So many questions left unanswered, so im gonna make content of my version of the mutant apocalypse for awhile cause i love them, it feeds my angsty soul lol

Leo retains bits and pieces of his past life. Unfortunately most of his memories have become disconnected from each other. He remembers a man or a mutant? Spikes of metal and skin, silver armour encasing his whole body, the man’s heart, pulsing with green. Green what? Leo didn’t know. He remembers colours, red, purple and orange. One radiating warmth and a fiery temper, one cold and calculating but with a softness, one filled with love and brightness. What do they mean? He thought back to the man (mutant?) how monstrous he looked. looking down at himself he could see the resemblance between the memory and his reality. The man felt most familiar, and unlike the colours was more in focus. He carried an air of superiority and held himself with pride. Leo wanted to be like him. A path has been chosen for him and he will follow it.

Note: Leo does not actually remember his name, I just wanted to make it obvious who the character was.

Tw blood

Donnie and Raph stayed together. Raph had to be his younger brothers protector, in this strange new world their ninja skills wouldn’t be enough, not in the state they were in. Donnie could barely hold his weight, the scars left behind from the flames were slowly healing, sealing up his eyes in the process. They wandered together, searching for their missing family members. Surviving on through the ever changing climate on scraps, raw meat, mutant flesh, it didn’t matter. The only thing that mattered was staying alive and finding their brothers.

Mikey was separated from his brothers in the aftermath of the mutagen bomb, Eventually finding his way back to the sewer. His home was in disarray. Luckily he still had one friend he could count on. Ice cream kitty practically hug-attacked mikey when he opened the freezer. Mikey stayed in his home, finishing off the food in the fridge and cupboard. There wasn’t much to do really. He played cards with kitty. Failed to meditate, and looked at old photos. 10 years passed by and eventually the fridge and freezer stopped working and he had to go searching for another safe haven to keep his friend from melting. He found a still working pizza place and hunkered down. This pattern continued for a number of years. He traveled all over New York to different grocery, ice cream and pizza stores to keep kitty alive. Mikey became sickly from eating so much outdated and even moldy food. Mikey had to resort to eating his infinite ice cream friend. He grew hair at some point, which was odd (he didn’t even know that was possible), it was curly and unkept. He would braid his hair into different shapes to pass the time. The world around him was crumbling, seeming more and more out of a sci-fi movie everyday. He stayed in his head a lot, imagining a whole new reality where he still had his family. But he couldn’t completely discount his reality, after all he had ice cream kitty.

Until he didn’t…

During his travels, Leo met many mutants. One in particular just wouldn’t leave him alone. Their first encounter was a battle over a rotten carcass. She attacked, wrapping her long body around his lower leg, cutting off his circulation. He attacked her back, swiping at her with his claws. He remembered the man with the spikes, and manipulated the skin of his arm, forming two hard spikes, he swiped at her again. She backed off with a haunted look in her eyes. “Shredder” she said quietly, before slithering away.

[moodymisty]

A kinda funny anecdote: I asked my husband who he thinks tumblr girlies would like to fuck and he sighed and said Sanguinius or Magnus.

But he wished people would thirst over Jaghatai Khan more, since he's actually a good man, playing up a mysterious façade but actually being a loyal and intelligent man, a family man even, as he is from a culture that values family. Only thing faster than his sword is his wit.

So, if you please, I would love to see the Great Khan whisk away the reader, on his bike or horse, just something a bit romantic if you feel like it <3

[ 𝕸𝖔𝖔𝖉𝖞𝕸𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖞'𝖘 𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙 | 𝕬𝖔3 ]

Author's Note: YES! JAGHATAI TIME! I'm so glad someone requested him! He's really an awesome Primarch and one of my favorites, I would totally paint some if that didn't mean I had to paint white. It's sad how often people forget to mention White Scars when mentioning kinder space marines, they're awesome. Hope you enjoy.

Summary: Khan realizes he's in love not when he sees your beauty or your skills, but when he sees you in the mud with the horses.

Relationships: Jaghatai Khan/Gn!Reader

Warnings: None, Though I had a bit of trouble forming this one in a way I was happy with, so apologies if it reads a bit weird? It's also my first time writing Jaghatai

Word Count: 1143

While Jaghatai would be wrong to say this would be the oddest sight he's seen in his already long existence, perhaps it's up there.

"There you are."

His voice travels easily over the sound of the wind raking the tall grass, blowing fabric and hair along with it.

Sitting cross legged in the grass of a massive rolling field is where he found you, playing with the snout of a horse that has lazily laid on his legs to be at a similar height to you. He blows air through his lips, making an odd whinny at you when you turn and stop giving the stallion your full attention. You catch Jaghatai's eyes for a moment before looking away, a bit contrite.

"Apologies," You say, and he can hear the title Lord Primarch on your lips. You stifle it now, as he finds it far less palatable than his others.

"Do you have need of me?" You move to get up, but the Primarch gives a response before you're able. Jaghatai's mouth quirks up ever so slightly to one side, watching the horse attempt to get purchase on your clothing with his lips while you aren't looking at him.

"No. I was only curious where you had managed to lose yourself this time. My captain was beginning to think we were down one remembrancer."

You don't directly answer him, but the way you glance over at him with a guilty smile is enough.

Your hand brushes along the stallion's cheek, the thick fur of his growing winter coat raking through your fingers. The nights are getting colder, and the baseline humans that serve the massive, overheated Astartes find themself bundling pelts and fabrics tighter, skin burned from cold wind.

Jaghatai can hear you now whispering to the horse under your breath, even as the cold air whips across the barren, grass covered field. He can see the plume of smoke from another camp far in the distance.

They aren't hostile, but he never allows himself the sheer foolishness of assuming they will remain that way. Especially since they're carrying with them valuable cargo this time; Remembrancers and Navigators, and other such. Humans that would be an easy and worthwhile target, if they were ever so foolish enough to do so with a Primarch so close.

He gestures to the horse who's snout you gently rub, feeling the soft, tiny hairs on the stallion's upper lip. What a rare moment of relaxation you've gotten with no overseers looming over you as they would on Terra. How interesting that it seems the Astartes of the White Scars are less rigid than your old Imperium higher ups.

"I am surprised he's letting you do this. The last man that got close, he killed."

You look up at him as if he's telling a sort of terrible joke- then you realize that he is dead serious, as much as that soft, ever so slight upturn of the corners of his mouth might say otherwise. The Horses of Chogoris have always been so untenably wild, perhaps you shouldn't be surprised.

"I'm no stranger to that sort of thing, nowadays." He finds it amusing that you don't seem to state it negatively. "Going from Terra to Chogoris has been quite the adjustment."

The horse's tail whips sharply once, before settling again. You continue playing with him, occasionally looking to the Khan as he stays in silence. It's peaceful, far more peaceful than he's had in a long while, and the moment allows Jaghatai to finally piece together what has been gnawing at him since you'd entered his life. To think that was so long ago now, at least in the timeline of a mortal.

His eyes watch over you, your gentleness as you treat the stallion in the same, abit foolhardly way of kindness he's seen from you before. For someone who has seen more than their fair share of things that would make other mortals crumble, you seem to take it all in stride.

Perhaps its why you've managed to fit in so well. His men much prefer your attitude to the few other pompous, stiff Imperium operatives they've had the misfortune of being in the presence of. It may not be often, but more than once has he caught one of his captains rolling their eyes.

But now he finally understands what that feeling was that had dug it's nails into him; The one that had been heavy in his chest and on his mind. The one that had his mind drift to you in moments of slowness.

He is in love with you. Or perhaps more accurately, he's striding down the path closer to it. Each step he takes, each time he speaks with you, he makes his way closer and closer.

He enjoys the way you look at him, speak to him without so much formality, the way you treat the galaxy like it's full of wonders instead of horrors. You know in reality it is, but you once joked it's better to simply keep moving than to sit in the corner and weep. Perhaps that was the moment that this all started.

A part of him knows that something like this is only going to bring problems. To entangle this with a labyrinthine crusade of Astartes, of other Primarchs.

But in the end, he doesn't care.

The Primarchs were doomed to this feeling of being separated from humanity- their own internal humanity- by a pane of glass; So close and able to watch, but not truly feel. Even with how much they mimic, the Primarchs all feel a distinct emptiness within them from how cast away they are from those who they share species with.

To have a chance to maybe feel love, to actually feel truly human for the first time in his life, he isn't going to pass it by. Perhaps it's selfish, but he has little care. He is going to live his life the way he wishes any he will deal with the difficulties as they come.

Jaghatai Khan can easily vault the fence with zero effort, given his height. In doing so, he steps close to you, and the massive horse raises his head and begins to rise to his hooves, no longer allowed to slack off. He roughly gestures with his hand for you to rise.

"Up. I'll show you how to ride him."

You get up on your feet, and look up at him. He looks down at watches the light of the brightest moon of the month reflect on your skin. There's the faint smell of smoke in the air from the fires, and that stinging scent of cold air. You easily climb up onto the horse's bare back, Jaghatai even then still taller.

"Perhaps if you can tame him just enough, he can be yours."

[petrichor-idyllic]

Hello, I loved your Minho stories and I want to make a request. Minho and female reader are in a dangerous situation and one of those saves the other and the one that's been saved kisses the others cheek as a thank you and the tension is like super high. Thank you♡♡

Ooo yesss finally I get to write some action! I've been waiting for this.

Also, I know it's not really fluff, but that was the only category I write that I could fit this in on my masterlist lmao.

HIDE AND SEEK

MASTERLIST | MINHO MASTERLIST

SUMMARY: See above. Takes place before the arrival of Thomas.

WARNINGS: Inappropriate language, pure unbridled panic.

"Will you hurry your ass up?" Minho shouts from ahead of you, already irritated by your slower pace than him.

You're a Runner. Well, you're going to be a Runner. You're currently in your awkward training phase, which means that until you get good enough to run on your own, you're stuck with the grumpy and sarcastic Keeper.

Honestly, Minho was reluctant to agree to it. You're a girl- the only girl, and he's not exactly prepared to deal with you or your shit. So, when Alby put you forward to be a Runner after one of the boys got injured, Minho was quick to decline.

He figured you wouldn't be able to handle it but he was swiftly reminded by Newt about your first day.

It was definitely a Greenie day to be remembered. First, a girl shows up, shocking everyone.

And then you ran.

Unbelievably fast, grabbing the sides of the metal cage of the Box, hurling yourself up, and using the boys' momentary confusion to make your escape. It wasn't unusual for Greenies to run; there's actually an on-going inside joke about it.

What stunned them was when Gally caught you as he'd ran from another direction, and you socked him so hard in the jaw that the Med-jacks thought he'd broke it. It's a bit of a blur now, but you managed to take down three boys twice your size before Newt hit you in the head with a shovel.

You still have the scar.

Honestly, Minho wishes he would've been there to see it, but alas, he was not. Though the uproar he returned to was like no other.

Your fiery energy and impossibly high stamina is perfect for running the Maze, and Minho was forced to accept that.

"Hey!" He grinds to a halt, spinning around and snapping at you, "The shuck are ya doin'? We gotta move!"

You had stopped in front of one of the walls, examining the lettering under the ivy.

"There's words!"

"Yeah! I know, come on!"

You groan.

Minho is relentless. At first, you were thrilled you were getting some alone time with the very attractive Runner- but you quickly came to learn he's just as draining as any other boss you'd have.

"I'm just looking, man," you jog over to him, "what's the big deal? We're already ahead of schedule."

"That doesn't mean we can stop. I told you- we can never-"

"Yeah, yeah, 'never stop running'. I know, I know. Just lemme be curious for a second, a'ight?"

"We don't have time for that," he starts walking ahead, preparing himself to break into another sprint before actually doing it.

"Sure we do; it's kinda like the whole point of the gig," he raises his eyebrow, looking at you over his shoulder, "yanno? To be curious about the Maze?"

Minho doesn't even bother responding, probably because you're right, but he's never going to admit when he's wrong. He takes off running again, and you huff, grumbling to yourself that he doesn't have to be such a dick. But you still follow him without hesitation.

He turns another corner. Then another. And another.

Until he stops dead in his tracks. He stops so suddenly you nearly run straight into the back of him, just managing to slow in time.

"What are you doing?" You hiss, but he looks back at you, anger flashing in his eyes for a second before he presses a finger to his lips, telling you to shut up.

He then points ahead and you follow his finger, eyes widening at the sight.

Around the next corner, you can see the long, sectioned tail of a Griever. Its scorpion-inspired stinger on full display as you suck in a deep breath.

"Back up," he mumbles, his voice barely a whisper as you're frozen behind him, "slowly."

You nod feverishly, taking a step backwards. Suddenly, you've become his best student yet, ready to listen to anything and everything he tells you to do.

Minho follows suit, not letting the creature out of his sight, and you're preparing yourself to make a straight sprint back to the Glade. Maybe he was right- this Runner shit might not be for you.

"Okay," he basically hums, "once we're back round the corner, run for it."

"Sounds like a plan," you attempt to push out, but your knees are shaking as adrenaline makes your heartbeat jump into your ears.

You take another cautious step back and Minho is quick to follow.

Only for you to almost pass out from fear when a load mechanical screech shakes the walls of the Maze. You don't even get to see that the Griever has turned around, but judging by Minho's reaction, it had.

"Go! Go! Run!" You scramble slightly, your hands hitting the floor from how fast you spin around. Minho half catches you, even though you don't need him to. He pushes you forward, giving you an unnecessary but appreciated head start.

Minho is hot on your heels as you bolt through the Maze, allowing you to take the lead. Not that he has much choice.

"Minho!" You're suddenly overwhelmed with concern for the boy and you glance over your shoulder.

"Don't look back!" He yells, breath heavy and his footsteps hitting the solid floor that echos through the walls. "Don't worry about me, alright? Just run!"

You caught a brief glimpse of the monstrosity hunting you down. It's surprisingly fleshy, its bulbous skin is shiny, and multiple metal arms stick out aimlessly in multiple directions as small spikes cover its slimey body.

You'll be seeing that in your nightmares.

You're fast to turn another corner, nearly tripping over some vines- 'breadcrumbs' as Minho calls them -that you'd cut off of the wall earlier.

"Hey, watch out for-" you have no time to fully warn Minho as his foot catches on the severed plant, his body tumbling to the floor.

You stop immediately, your companion taking forefront in your list of concerns as you run towards him. He's quick to get back on his feet, your grasping hands doing very little to actually help him.

"Come on! Come on!" You shout as Minho finds his feet again.

The Griever is closer now, the clicking and whirring noises are far too close for comfort as you start running again. It's right behind you as it suddenly dives forward.

It bumps against Minho, knocking him down and colliding with you, forcing you onto the floor as you roll a few feet, groaning.

The creature is quick to get on top of you. It's metal spider legs trap you in place as it's gross, dripping mouth opens, letting out a terrifying scream that sounds like a mix of animal and machine.

You cry out in response as it lifts its tail, holding the pointed syringe that's attached above your head. It's almost teasing you, like it enjoys watching you squirm and scream for your life.

Out of nowhere, a rock hits the creature square in the head as Minho stands stunned, his chest rising as falling. The Griever lifts its face away from yours to face him, and he immediately backs away as it lets out another ferocious animalistic noise.

You take the opportunity to squeeze between its legs, just managing to slip through. Half-crawling, half-running, you rush to Minho.

He grabs you, yanking you up straight as you run back in the direction you just came from. The Griever is slow to react to this.

As you remember Minho saying; "they're dangerous bastards, but dumb as klunk."

You both take what you can get, the pure stress distracting both of you as Minho is still yet to let go of your hand.

"Come on," he's almost breathless, something you've never seen before, "I've got an idea."

You blindly follow him. Not that you have much choice as he's practically dragging you.

You're definitely not cut out for this type of work yet. Your sides burn as anaerobic reparation kicks in and the muscles in your legs feel like they're about to give in at any second.

You turn another corner, and Minho sharply pulls you to the right. He starts rummaging around the ivy, muttering to himself. "C'mon, c'mon!"

"What are you doing?" You snap, your voice breaking. He ignores you.

"Yes!" He pulls back a chunk of ivy to reveal a dip in the wall. It's small, less than a metre long and a few feet deep into the wall.

He steps into it, his back pressed to the side as he ushers you to join him. You pause for a second until the noises of the approaching amalgamation of horrors fills your ears.

He pulls you in with him, and you struggle to fit, your back against the other side and your front to his. He reaches out, pulling the ivy that falls back in place, covering you both back up.

The ivy acts as a blanket, light breaking in and reflecting off of Minho's face, which is beaded with sweat. You both hold your breath as you hear the creature cover the ground of the stretch of corridor.

You screw your eyes shut, only allowing yourself to open them once the shadow of the creature passes.

You look at Minho. His head is thrown back against the wall as his chest rises and falls, relief visibly washing over him.

Several minutes pass as you both will your bodies to calm down. Your body has turned to mush, and you're sure that if it weren't for Minho and the wall, you would've collapsed by now.

"Are you okay?" Your voice comes out as strained and scratchy. To your surprise, Minho scoffs.

"Are you?"

"Yeah," you pant out, "I think so."

"Not stung, are ya?"

"You didn't give it chance." He scoffs again. "How'd you know this was here?"

"I've run this thing every day since I can remember," he explains as you look at him, "I know these walls like the back of my hand."

It's impressive. It really is. What Minho's capable of is almost superhuman. The Maze is huge- you've run his routes with him for a couple of days, and that's just the parts he normally covers. This little crevice isn't even on his normal path, yet he knew almost exactly where it was.

Neither of you moved for a while, only now becoming aware of how close you are. Your chests are pushed together, and your faces are merely inches apart. The whole thing would be very hot if you hadn't just nearly fucking died.

"Alright, come on," Minho reaches out, pushing the leaves out of his way again and shuffling to fit out, trying his best not to push against you more than he has to.

Once out, he holds the plant in place as he jolts his head, gesturing you to join him, "We're good. It's clear."

You nod, also stepping out of your safe place, taking an anxious look either side. Just in case.

"We're going back to the Glade, right? 'Cause fuck continuing after that." He attempts to give you a smirk but it falls flat.

"Yeah, we're going back. When klunk like this happens, we normally call it a day. There's only so much I can take, too."

Neither of you have the energy to break into anything more than a jog, but time is on your side, so it's not a problem. You also want to save your remaining energy for another potential Griever attack.

The events of what just happened flash before your eyes, and it doesn't take a genius to realise you'd be dead if it weren't for the boy. You trail behind again but he doesn't shout at you this time.

You're not as used to dealing with this as he is, after all.

As the Glade slowly approaches, your new feelings of appreciation run strong as the experience slowly starts to sink in.

You owe Minho your life- you owe him everything. If he didn't think fast and throw that rock, you would've been stung. Or worse. You shiver at the thought.

But that doesn't stop you from picking up pace slightly, catching up to him. Delicately, you touch his wrist. You know you're safe here- Grievers don't come this close to the Glade in the day.

"Hey, Minho," he glances at his wrist and then up to your face.

"Yeah?" Your words fail you for a second. Even in his disheleved state, he still looks pretty, and the way he's looking at you right now could make you melt. He seems softer than before, almost like he's coming to terms with what's happened himself.

Instead of speaking, you stand on your tiptoes, leaning in and planting a kiss on his cheek.

You pull away, examining his face. The harmless gesture has made Minho's face red. Well, redder, at least, as blush dusts his tanned skin.

"Thank you," you whisper, your faces almost as close as when you were hiding in the wall.

"For what?" It's not cocky. He seems genuinely dumbfounded at what you could possibly be appreciative of.

"For saving my life. Duh."

His eyes flicker to your lips, seemingly unintentionally as his body turns more towards you. The action makes butterflies form in your stomach, causing all the fatigue to evaporate from your aching muscles.

He leans in further and you don't move, your noses brushing for a second until you jolt backwards, startled as a voice reaches you from the Glade.

"The shuck are you shanks doing back here?" Alby's deep voice sounds like a frown, "It's not even lunch yet!"

Minho passes you one more look. A look that's full of an emotion you can't quite read.

"We nearly shuckin' died, you slinthead!" He shouts, stepping away from you and towards the Leader lingering at the Doors. "That's what!"

You're left standing in the corridor. You can hear Minho already start to bicker with the older boy, who seems more irritated than concerned for your well-being.

You can still feel the ghost of Minho's close presence lingering around you, causing another adrenaline spike. Your heart is pounding in your chest like it's trying to break free from your ribcage.

For the second time today.

This was genuinely so fun to write. I literally sat down and wrote it in one sitting. I really liked this promt and just knew I had to do it as soon as I saw it.

Requests are still open, and I hope you enjoyed :))

[hottpinkpenguin]

Hello dear, I hope you're still taking request otherwise just ignore this..

Could you write a one-shot with kaz brekker and a gender neutral reader he calls "My love"?

Kinda around the plot that the reader is ace but still wished for a deeply sensual connection (with a high drive) though actual sex isn't there thing and just like kaz's aversion to skin to skin touch it is trauma related. So both of them want some kind of physical connection but for neither of them it's easy and they try working on it together.

Something around the prompt "You're in love with a fool who's just trying to get under your skin."? Something going from slight angstyness to fluff so smut.

Hope you have a wonderful day, ❤

A/N: anon thank you for this prompt! I've never written an ace reader before so i really really hope i did it justice. pls let me know what you think! kaz's sexuality is so enticing, i love writing for him.

18+ ONLY!!!! MINORS DNI

Kaz Brekker X Ace GN!Reader Word Count: 2452 Warnings: masturbation; hints at past trauma; not proofread

Kaz’s ungloved hand hovered over your shoulder. You watched tension and fear flash in his eyes. He grimaced, trying to let his hand fall onto your skin. But the barrier of his past - the pain he could never speak of - kept him. It felt as real as if you were wearing armor, an obstacle between you two that he couldn’t push through. 

“It’s alright, Kaz,” you murmured, backing away a half step. “I don’t want this to hurt you.” 

His chestnut brown eyes searched your face. “But you do want this,” he stammered out, his voice threatening to break. “And I can’t give it to you.” 

Your face softened, lips curling into a half-smile. “What you give me is enough,” you replied, reaching out your hand into the space between you two. He looked at it before stepping into your touch, pressing the smooth silk of his shirt and the lean, strong muscles under it into your hand. You wanted badly to squeeze, run your hands up and down his arm, his body, to rake your hands through his hair and memorize every square inch of him that you could touch. But you let your hand rest there, allowing Kaz to take the lead. You watched as the tug-of-war between desire for you and the terror his traumas had planted stretched taut in his expression. 

“It’s not, though,” Kaz insisted quietly, intensely. “You want more. You deserve more. More than I can give.” 

You shook your head, allowing your hand to grip his forearm through his shirt arm to underscore your point. “That’s not true, Kaz.” 

His eyes simmered at you, ready to call your bluff. “The exact things we can give to each other are the very things neither of us can accept. You’re in love with a fool who just wants to get under your skin.” 

You sighed, seeing the stalemate the two of you had argued over for weeks looming on the horizon. How many times had you had this conversation? You both wanted more, you both wanted more together. You wanted to worship Kaz, his body, the angles and dips and grooves of the man you’d found your soul completely bound to. But he couldn’t give you that access, could barely handle your touch through the shield of his fine clothing. And each time he failed to let you in, he rejected himself a bit more.

And he wanted to take you, ravage you, claim you as his in a primal, feral way. Bend you over the table in his study and drive himself deep into you until he was buried in your soul. But the flame that burned in him for that kind of union just didn’t find kindling in your heart. You had desires - relentless drives - but they weren’t his. 

You supposed, in many ways, the two of you were a blessing to each other. You understood him, and he you. Even if your edges didn’t always fit together like a puzzle, you could feel the echo of your own emotions in his words. Both of you had been hurt by others, by the world, and had left you each different for it. Kaz would argue it scarred you both; you saw it differently, although you didn’t argue his view. You knew that you weren’t damaged, and neither was he. You were each simply transformed by the marks of your pasts. And adjusting to those transformations was proving trying.

You watched as Kaz watched you. He was waiting for you to take the bait, to argue with him. To pull him closer so he could push you away. Back and forth, the endless carousel. But you’d promised yourself that tonight would be different. And whether he knew it or not, you’d promised Kaz too. You both owed it to yourselves. 

“I have an idea,” you said, sidestepping Kaz’s earlier comment. His expression was wary and guarded, but piqued with curiosity. 

“Sounds dangerous,” he quipped. You chuckled, making Kaz’s eyes dance. He loved making you laugh. 

“We both want to try this, don’t we?” Your question was rhetorical, but Kaz nodded emphatically nonetheless. “Then let’s try something.” 

You truly didn’t have an idea - not one you could put to words, at least - but there was a feeling tugging on you. You decided to trust it. 

Kaz’s eyes narrowed ever so slightly. His instincts told him not to trust anyone, especially the people he was closest to. An impossible deadlock. You stepped as close to him as you could without touching any of your skin to his. Your body barely brushed against his, a few loose strands of his dark hair tickling your forehead. You noticed the way his breath hitched at your closeness, his lips parting gently. Come on, Kaz, you urged him with your eyes. If you want to take me, you have to trust me first. 

He hesitated only momentarily before he nodded once, the motion so subtle you might have missed it if you weren’t soaking in his every fleeting movement. 

“Lead me, my love.” Your heart fluttered like confetti in a strong wind at the pet name he’d taken to calling you. You swallowed, trying to stay focused. You saw Kaz smirk softly. He was teasing you, you realized with a hint of amazement. 

“Do you trust me?” you asked breathlessly. A dangerous question for Kaz Brekker, and one that you never would have dared even hint at a few months prior. But things had shifted between the two of you. This was the root of it all: trust. You needed his answer. 

He must have felt the importance of the question too. The mischievous smirk melted from his lips, leaving him looking somber and on the edge of terrified. 

“That’s an impo-”

“Kaz Brekker, do you trust me?” You interrupted him, repeating your question. 

The air between the two of you went motionless. You looked up into his eyes, his breath fanning over your face. Waiting.

“I trust you,” he said after a few tense breaths. “As much as I can.” 

You relaxed, not realizing you’d been holding your breath. 

“Then give me one of your hands.” 

Kaz went to back away, his eyes so wide you could see whites all the way around his irises. You knew that his hands were his trigger point, but you’d prepared for this.

“Not that way,” you added quickly. The hand still resting on his arm squeezed harder, his muscles rippling underneath. “Let your hand be my hand, for a while.”

The fear ebbed slightly in his face, replaced by skepticism. “What do you mean?”

You stepped back, putting space between the two of you. Kaz would need safety for this part, and you wanted him as comfortable as you could get him. 

“I’m going to show you how I want to touch you,” you told him, your voice turning gravelly as your mind began to rumble with want. “And you’re going to follow with your hand.” 

Kaz’s breath was turning a bit heavier, his body betraying his excitement. 

“I promise I won’t touch you, unless you ask,” you offered, giving him permission to feel safe. He nodded, trying to turn off the part of him that was every inch the Bastard of the Barrell.

“Where do we start?” he asked, his voice small with uncertainty.

“You start by taking off your gloves,” you commanded. “Finger by finger, nice and slow so I can watch.” Kaz raised an eyebrow at you in question. 

“Both hands?” 

You nodded.

“The left one is mine,” you explained, pointing to the arm you’d been touching earlier. “And the right one is yours. Start with your left.” 

Kaz tamped down his hesitancy and obeyed your command, his right hand - his hand - slowly pulling off the black leather glove from his left hand, the one you’d claimed as your proxy. You watched, the soft sound of the leather gliding over his skin caressing your ears. His skin came into view - smooth, unblemished. His whole hand exposed to the open air, he let the glove fall to the floor. 

“Good,” you told him, your voice crackling with effortless focus. “Now, watch carefully.” 

Using your right hand to act as a mirror image to Kaz, you brought your fingertips to your face, letting them rest gently on your lips, imagining they were Kaz’s. He watched you with a predatory glint in his eyes as he mimicked your motion. He shivered slightly as his own fingers fell on his lips, but kept his eyes trained on you. 

“What next, my love?” he asked, half-teasing half-challenging. 

“Tsktsk,” you chided playfully, matching his tone. “Don’t rush the teacher.” 

You leaned back against the edge of his desk. He copied your motion, his back bracing against the wall, no more than two feet between you. 

You focused on him, throwing your mind outward to try and sink into the hand he had resting on his face, awaiting your next move. With your hand, you dragged your fingertips down over the swell of your lips, hitting your chin, and then back across your jawline, adding pressure. Only a half-moment behind you, Kaz’s hand did the same across his face. You were beginning to feel the intimacy of the moment boiling your mind clear of thoughts. You loved it, your psyche screaming for more.

That’s when you noticed Kaz’s other hand - the one you’d let him maintain control of - twitching restlessly at his side. You jerked your chin at it.

“What do you want to do?” you asked him, your right hand slowly pressing its way down the side of your neck. You could practically feel Kaz’s skin under your fingertips as you watched his left hand obey your visual commands. 

“This is still mine, isn’t it?” he shot back at you, his right hand - still gloved - waving towards you. You nodded, your teaching hand shooting backwards to tangle in your hair. Kaz followed suit, and your toes curled as you heard him sigh slightly. His hair, Saints you wanted to absolutely lose yourselves in that hair. 

“Then, my love, let me show you what you make me want to do.” 

Kaz’s right hand dove down the waistband of his pants, his movement rough and raw. You knew what he was doing - the bulge in his crotch betraying him long ago. His right hand gripped his cock, his arm slowly beginning to pump. You forgot for a moment about his other hand, your mind soaking in the sight of him so vulnerable in front of you. You and Kaz had been intimate before, but this was a different level. You felt yourself turning inside out with a bone-deep ache. Not the fire that you knew burned in his gut, but a different kind of yearning. The electricity in the air practically crackled as the two of you had the freedom to step into your own dreams. 

“Don’t lose focus.” Kaz’s eyes snapped to yours, the sound of your voice pulling both of you back from your trances. Your right hand was limp on the side of your face, where Kaz’s left hand was. You started fingers up and down your chest, over the lines of your collarbone. Kaz followed suit, his mimicry of your movements artful in its precision. Meanwhile, his other hand pleasured himself. You, for your part, let your mind feast on the delicious bond brewing between you two. 

The edges of your mind were beginning to turn to jelly as you watched his control waver, his strokes turning longer, more forceful. 

Kaz let his head fall back against the wall, his eyelids heavy. His glassy eyes had focused in on your hand, careful not to let any small motion you made escape him. You felt mesmerized by the very real sensation that you were touching him, the small moans and micro-movements he made all a response to your presence, your closeness. You’d never felt closer, more alive and connected with him, and it was driving you absolutely wild. 

“I love you, Kaz Brekker.” The words fell out of your mouth before you could stop them. You hesitated, terrified of what you’d just done. The l word wasn’t something either of you had said to one another, although for some irrational reason each of you knew that that’s what this was. You’d both said as much. But something about saying it, naming it, especially now, felt different. 

Kaz amazed you. He didn’t falter, didn’t break eye contact for a moment. You saw just how much control he’d given over to you, how much trust he’d put on the line. 

“Foolish of you,” he muttered, his voice raspy and rising in pitch. You saw his face begin to grimace, the muscles in his abs tightening and his legs starting to spasm. “But I guess I’m foolish too. I love you, y/n.”

Your mind tangled around his words, a bright, beaming smile breaking on your lips. The sight sent Kaz over the edge, his face contorting in a pleasure that didn’t speak to you but never breaking eye contact. The closeness you felt to him in that moment was exquisite, beyond anything you’d ever imagined you’d be capable of. It radiated through every piece of you, a suffuse warm light that burned away the shadows of past hurts for a few perfect breaths.

As you both came down gently, you marveled at the feeling of contentment seeping into your heart. 

“I’ve never seen you smile like that,” Kaz commented, an edge of exhaustion in his voice. 

You blushed slightly, dropping your eyes to the dark wood floor between you two. 

“Let me see your smile again.” Kaz stepped towards you with a confidence you were only used to seeing in him when you two were on missions. Purpose was in his eyes. Then you felt it: a featherlight touch, his ungloved fingers landing like a butterfly on your chin as he lifted your head upward until your face was square with his. He was so close you could count each eyelash. 

The smile from a few moments earlier came back easily. You let it shine out at him, eager to give him anything he’d ask of you. 

“That’s worth the world,” he commented, letting his hand fall away from your face. The touch had been fleeting, but both of you understood the weight it carried. 

You basked in your own gleefulness for another moment. A familiar glint of playfulness with that dark and dangerous edge that drew you to Kaz appeared in his brown eyes. 

“Next time you have an idea, count me in,” he told you with a wink. 

You resolved to hold him to that promise…

[d3eathnotes]

Hii I love your writing, I was wondering what your Jeff headcanons are?

⚠️: Bullying, mentions of self harm, weed, and body gore?

Jeff Headcanons:

Jeff has NPD and schizophrenia

Jeff is a fucking menace. The way he pranks people is by using their trauma against them. Jeff and Ben are best friends, but sometimes he takes it too far. One time he poured water over Ben, and Ben started glitching out and gasping for air as Jeff just laughed and watched. He and Ben took a little break from being friends after that.

The main people he bullies the most are Nina and Toby. He’ll sometimes cut the sleeves off Nina’s clothes so everybody has to see her self-harm scars, poor girl, and he bullies Toby’s stutter and tics and for a week straight. Jeff would get Toby to slap himself, and over time, Toby developed that tic of slapping himself. He can't feel the pain, but he gets embarrassed when he does it in front of the creepypasta girls.

Jeff, Tim, Toby, and Kate all smoke weed together that’s the only time you’ll see all four of them in the same room together not fighting

Jeff gets so emotional when he smokes weed. Once, he cried in Tim’s arms after he admitted he does feel bad for killing his parents and he wishes they were alive again, and he didn't smoke for like a month and after Toby told him what he did he just doesn't want people to see him as weak.

After that incident, though Kate told everybody about Jeff crying after Nina heard about this, she actually comforted Jeff at first before he started lashing out and trying to STAB her, so now Jeff has the nickname, Whiney Baby.

Once every two weeks Jeff has to freshen up his permanent smile because it’ll start healing so he’ll take a knife and re-open it again

Jane works for Zalgo in my AU so sometimes Jeff and her will run into each other while on missions and they fight almost to the death EVERYTIME

Jeff once came home so badly beaten he had to take a week off and everybody was forced to help him out (due to slenders order)

He’ll sometimes see his dead sister staring at him from the corner of his room and he will stare back and not move until she goes away.

Sometimes he’ll also hallucinate Slenderman too like talking to him and stuff

“ Hey, Boss Man just told me some freaky stuff about Lu” Ben: “Jeff..Slender hasn't been here in months did you take your meds?”

THIS BOY STANKS, YA’LL He only showers until Brian forces him to because he smells so bad, like blood and spoiled milk. Once, he went an entire year without showering, and there was a bunch of lice in his hair, so the whole mansion had to be quarantined.

He has pictures of Liu on the wall in his room because sometimes he imagines life with his older brother again he misses Liu so much, guys he’s kinda bummed that Liu hates him now

He uses Nina for things because he knows she can't say no he’ll steal her breakfast or destroy all her make up

Surprisingly, Jeff isn't too hated at the manor; they hate him, but they don't because he's kind of like the OG; he came after Tim and Brian, but he's not top dog. Slender decided to just keep Jeff as a resident because his anger issues get in the way of his work and he's too sloppy.

He gets such an ego boost knowing people cosplay him and made fanart of him ngl he has a few pictures of cosplayers who cosplay him up on his wall because he thinks they did a good job

Hope you enjoyed!!! (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

[maxwell-grant]

Street Fighter 6 comic Issue #4

lmao

DAMN this got pretty, good they saved the best art for the finale

So Ken’s admitting as much that it was never really about Nayshall and I like this. Ken’s just broken at this point and it’s crashing down on him the weight of how careless he was, and even if he was indeed tricked, he isn’t let off the hook (Kalima remarking “I believe your Foundation would have run its own checks as well?” and Ken not having listened to anyone who did and now berating himself for being a fucking idiot). What I’m liking a lot about this framing plot is it not being as clear-cut as Ken being innocent, Ken really does have shit to answer for, but it is also a monstrously unfair situation for him to be in and we want him to get out of it. 

It is made all the more meaningful by how JP actually got Ken to do the things he’s being hunted for: Ken did fund an opressive infrastructure, he did fund projects that helped bring ruin to a nation, he did collude with terrorists, he did bring a horrific amount of danger to his own family, and he did detonate bombs all over a city that hurt dozens of innocent people. JP goaded, prodded and manipulated him every step of the way and then finally twisted his arm to make him an accessory to murder (and would have done it had Luke not been there by sheer happenstance), but the ruin of Nayshall has Ken’s name all over it and Ken himself put it there.

And oh god this comic’s going a long way to showing that, if we think what’s happening to Ken is bad enough, what JP’s done to Nayshall is much, much worse. I really really appreciate the comic making a point that Nayshall’s citizens are at much greater danger and that they are the bigger victims here, and that Kalima only bothered saving Ken because of his love for Mel.

A reach maybe but I’ll simply have to believe Naoki Urasawa’s Monster was an influence here in the wake of this panel and sequence, to me it almost feels like something out of the Ruhenheim arc. 

So Kalima wasn’t really JP’s assistant after all, but a figurehead within Nayshall seeking independence for it that he’s also tricked and manipulated into giving him leeway, and we get the reveal that JP was staging false flag bombings to poison the well regarding the real independence movement within Nayshall. And oh man it’s, really just as we finally get Kalima’s deal and where she stands on this scenario is where she has to go. Really curious to see if she’ll turn up in-game, kinda hoping she does.

I guess 4 issues wasn’t much but I do wish Mel got to do more. But I do like him hijacking the drone transmission tech to put himself on display before Ken to give him that second wind. Luke and Ken’s fight scene is pretty great, none of the expected flash from a Street Fighter climactic fight scene. Just raw, miserable slugging with the comic painting this vast gulf of skill between the two as neither can afford to go down with the entire world watching

And oh man the way this depicts Ken opposite Luke, Luke’s desperation opposite Ken’s uncanny sharpness and even stillness, something you never really expected from Ken who's all flash most of the time. That THIS is the backstory for Luke’s scar, Ken just fucking punched that foul into him and let Luke give a monster uppercut to the chin freebie to him in return that didn't even remotely slow down, Ken as a fucking monster of a fighter finally getting to do the one thing he's still good at.

And all of that for nothing, Ken just fighting so his son wouldn’t see him go down without a fight, and EVEN THAT, all of this fire and misery and heartbreak and dramatic buff men fisting action, even all of that,

ALL ACCORDING TO PLAN. Because apparently the final master stroke of JP’s plan the whole time, to kick off the tournament and draw the eyes and bets of the world upon it from which he would launder and gain money, was engineering a narrative which people would turn up to see.

Getting both pieces in position, the young upstart battling to stop the fallen hero-turned-villain, and so that’s where all of his talk of narratives and fictions culminates: All of that is a part of the scheme through which he plunders and deceives and vampirizes his way through the world. He’s left Nayshall chained to his dark designs, needing to collect revenues and stay in the spotlight under his plan to stay secure. Much like a vampire, leaving the entire country alive only so long as he still has more to feed on it. 

There was no master plan, there was no grander goal, no doomsday plot or grander ambition, this was a regular Thursday for him (Tuesdays are for some other guy). This is JP’s day job/hobby that we discover he’s been doing all over the world for years if not decades now. Moving through developing countries and nations under different names, getting attached to figureheads and developing legitimate infrastructure projects, stoking the flames of conflict and leaving countless lives ruined within months, and starting all over again. 

KALIMA: I.T Nation? Cryptocurrency? Everything you did was for yourself! You insulted the sacred ceremonies and traditions of Nayshall! You didn’t save this country - YOU DESTROYED IT! JP: History, tradition, culture, and sacred ceremonies...are all for sale as content! ...Zat is, until ze world gets tired of zem.

I'm very curious to see what is that Shadaloo tease at the end even if I'm kinda tense regarding their connection to JP. I feel like JP's done more than a fine enough job being set up as the solo villain that he doesn't need Shadaloo, he doesn't really deserve to be dragged down the path Seth was (and I do like Seth, or at least, I love SFV Seth making the best out of the fairly lame IV Seth), but then again, something's gotta account for that Psycho Power and those mystery funds and whatnot (also isn't Shadaloo run by Ed nowadays? I wonder if this is teasing that), so, let's wait and see. I remain thoroughly impressed with how great this whole thing was, they really nailed the landing here.

[hopepetal]

flowers fall like rain (but first, they bloom)

Short and not really finished, but I wanted to post something. Part two of the AI au :D back to the beginning!

@applestruda @stiffyck since you wanted to be tagged for AI au as well!

Powering on. 

Running full system assessment.

All systems up and running. 

Error: You appear to be missing one or more hard drives. Some functions may not operate as intended. 

Error: Connected to unknown power source.

Charging…

Good morning, Scar.

Slowly, his eyes opened to an unfamiliar ceiling in an unfamiliar room. Exhaustion weighed him down as he slowly sat up, looking around. He was connected to a charger through the panel on his left arm, the wire connected there leading to what was most certainly an illegal makeshift device.

The door creaked open, and a man in a red jumper stepped into the room. He wore goggles that were pushed back onto his head, his hair splayed messily around them as though he had pushed them back in a hurry and hadn’t bothered to fix his hair. His face was smeared with soot and grime, making Scar frown slightly.

“Isn’t that unsanitary?” he asked, leaning forward, “you better not have been working on me like that.”

Pushing the door shut behind him, the man rolled his eyes. “You’re one to talk, given I found you in a trash bin.” Wiping his hands off on his pants, he walked over. “Name’s Grian. Nice to meet you, uh…”

“Scar.” Scar held out his arm for Grian to shake. “A real pleasure, thanks for pulling me out of that dumpster.”

Grian shook his hand, shrugging. “No biggie. Felt like a real waste, leaving you there. Uh- I hope the charger is up to your standard. I’ve never actually used it before, so I was a little worried it might explode, actually.”

“I hope it doesn’t!” Scar lightly tugged on the wire. “Yep, seems alright to me. My systems noticed it was a little funky, but other than that, it works fine!” He glanced down at himself. “Why am I not wearing a shirt?”

Grian giggled nervously. “Well, I was trying to find the panel-”

Scar gestured down at himself. “Nope! No panel here! Only my impeccable abs!”

Grian burst out laughing then, running a hand through his hair. “My goodness- alright, then! I suppose you’re right about that!” Straightening up, he examined the wire that connected Scar to the charger, then took a quick circle around the couch the AI was sitting on. “Right, how are you feeling? Any… bugs? Or something? Gosh, now I really wish I stayed in uni.”

Scar frowned, closing his eyes briefly. “All of my systems are up and running, but I’m missing a hard drive. A really important one, too.”

Grian let out a long, annoyed groan. “Of course you are. I’ve called Mumbo- he’s a good friend of mine, super smart, amazing mustache, he’ll help figure out what’s going on with you. That sound good?”

Scar shrugged, smiling brightly. “A friend of yours is a friend of mine, my friend! Man, I say friend too much.”

“Nothing wrong with being too friendly,” Grian pointed out. “He’ll be here soon. Can you tell me more about that missing hard drive?”

Scar clicked his tongue, humming pensively. “Y’know, I really would, but the problem is without the hard drive I don’t know what I’m missing. Cause, y’know, that’s kinda how it works.”

Grian rolled his eyes. “Oh, quit it, you absolute spoon.” He leaned forward, examining Scar more closely. “You’re fascinating. I’ve never seen a real sentient AI up close before…”

Scar brought up his right arm in a flex, winking. “Like what you see?” he teased, Grian stumbling back while sputtering. “Oh come on, I was joking!” he implored, his tone staying light-hearted the whole time. “I already know you do!”

“Scar!” Grian practically shouted, a flustered laugh escaping him. “Man- you are really easy to get along with.”

Scar grinned. “Thanks. It's the social programming.”

[ep2nd]

I REMEMBERED

And had time-

Comment/Reblog who I should do next<3

MCYT PJ AU

Aphrodite and Hephaestus Cabins

Doc- Defines Mad scientist. Was responsible for the Accident of 1999. We don't talk about it. Half his body got destroyed, pulling an iron man and barely living. Actually was granted one of his dad's Workshops. Creates world destroying machines, and that's why Hephaestus keeps a close eye on him. The only who can get into contact with him is Ren and Mumbo. Given immortality at some point. Old.

Eret- Old leader of Aphrodite cabin. In college. Gives amazing fashion advice. Bisexual ICON. Better at wearing sunglasses than Apollo, but don't tell him that. #Traitor. Like Silena Beuragaurd, but wasn't forced to... just did it.

Fwhip- What is the sun?? Man hasn't seen it for long time that's for sure. Gem reminds him to eat and you know- live. Loves to teach Zedaph engineering and science stuff. He and Wilbur started a Salmon cult. Loves messing with Jimmy. Not strong for a Hephaestus kid.

Iskall- Lost an eye. His father gifted him a new one for his birthday- great parenting guys. Leans more to computer and software engineering. Lives with Stress.

Joey- Aphrodite Cabin head counselor. A love Aura like every second of the day. FLIRTS. In love with Xornoth, they don't reciprocate. Older brother of Scar. Horrible at fighting and please don't trust him with fire. Man has been spotted countless times without a shirt. Clung to Pete like a leach- only person he listens to probably. Bromance with Sausage. His dad hates him.

Keralis- Best fliter. Has a charming sense of aura. Best Aphrodite kid at telling others emotions. Empathy levels are high. No one understands his relationship with XB, not even each other do. Became an interior designer. Comes to camp to help with any building projects.

Mumbo- Really smart. Man can build and fix anything he touches. Humble little thing. Covered in soot 100% of the time. Came to camp with Grian and Scar. No Grians not letting go he's kinda stuck now. Went out on a quest and almost died- saved by Doc. Doc took one glance and said- "wet cat" and officially takes care of him as his guardian. Brings him to their father forgers during winter months.

Sam- New leader of the Hephaestus cabin. Helped design a prison, requested by the gods. Only Hephaestus kid who weilds a Trident, designed by him. He really likes Poseidon, kinda wished he was his dad. Hangs with Punk.

Zee- Great inventor. Understands any machine. Thinker and tinker. Always planning a new build, seeing the possibilities. Disappeared one day, still missing.

Scar- Oblivious beautiful boy. Joey's younger brother, loves his brother very much. Has very powerful Charmspeak. Got away with so many crimes. Step-mom and Dad separated, his Step-mom took him away. That's why Joey and him didn't go to camp together. And they tend to keep that a secret, their dad and step-mom wouldn't allow them to be with each other. Joey teaches him things he shouldn't be taught. SCAR PUT YOUR CLOTHES ON.

Skeppy- Great skin. Wears Jewlry 24/7. Walking diamond. Man is great with people. Bads personal emotional support friend. Love his mom. They talk a lot. Loves shipping his fellow campers. Literally the Fandom in person.

Netty- Great at fashion. Married Martyn. Finishing college. Loves dresses and skirts. Sassy when she wants to be. Always has the gossip and news, even when she wasn't there.

TFC- Another Hephaestus kid granted immortality. An incident made him lose a leg. Spends his days mining ore for his father's forges. The only person to be able to freely move throughout Labyrinth. Met Deadelus personally. On okay terms. Loves to help out other Demigods.

[doctor-badadvice]

Let's talk about Fast Forward for a bit.

Specifically I want to talk about the main theme of that season: why? Why did the art style deteriorate so much? Why did the writing get so bad? Why did this come out before season 5 but also supposedly happens after season 5 and at the same time only occasionally acknowledges its events? Why is there a kid now? Why am I watching this when I only really care about maybe three episodes at best?

Because I was bored. But let's go with order.

I'm going to say it now, I'm still going to claim there is no season 6 in Ba Sing Se. But at the same time, it isn't all that bad actually?

Here's the thing. FF was inevitable for many reasons. TMNT, with its aliens and magic, has the potential to go on forever. However, at some point "turtle fatigue" will set in. In the 80s, this happened around season 7 which yeah, it's about 150 episodes in. For the 2003 show it happens around season 5 but this doesn't mean the higher-ups will try stupid changes to bring back the old glory.

Moreover, the show brought it upon itself. The main culprits, so to speak, are the writing's insistence on portraying consequences as much as possible (see: Leo's scarred shell for instance), as well as season 4 with its funny gory shift (see: that one episode where Baxter watches his own body fall apart which wow).

So it isn't unexpected that the higher-ups and especially the toy maker went "Kids, could you lighten up a little?" and messed up everything that was good about the show.

So this is basically why I don’t like FF. Five seasons are a long commitment. You have to sit through the ninja tribunal arc which is boring as hell, then have to be really patient and accept that there are just dragons now for some reason. Then FF comes up and it has nothing of what you previously enjoyed. The style is different, too flat and kinda clunky and ugly in some spots, nothing that happened before matters and now Cody is there.

Remember networks, kids don't want to watch other kids go on adventures in their place and it doesn't get better with age. But you do you.

So I despised FF but after rewatching the season on its own, I have to make amends in some spots.

The general impression when you watch FF on its own, without the better stuff still fresh in mind and with something to do during the dull parts, is that of good background noise.

It takes many steps backwards. The turtles are suddenly less competent at fighting where it's convenient, their personalities are more one dimensional depending on the plot and they're kinda shitty to each other for no reason. They really suffer from that serial effect where the reset button is hit as soon as the credits roll. They used to go out to murder the Shredder knowing they might die and now it's "Today Mikey really wants a new video game and next episode we're going to a fancy party with the kid dressed in the dumbest suits ever and a silly happens :)"

Splinter also gets sidetracked a lot and he's more there to occasionally call the turtles whippersnappers but again, there isn't much of a reason for him to step in anymore.

And this brings me to the villains. I feel like the turtles only work as well as their villains. They work when they're getting into a fight with a local street gang, or trying to kick an alien empire out of the planet before everyone dies. They work when the Shredder actually does something meaningful and generally speaking are going against someone actually dangerous.

The first five seasons had Shredder, the Foot, Hun, the Triceratons and Bishop. FF has an annoying wrestler whose main priority is property damage, a gang of netrunners who I wish got up to more interesting things than scalping and quoting the Matrix, literal evil twins from the tv trope literal evil twins, and the idiots in charge.

The idiots in charge are of course beloved uncle Darius and Sh'Okanabo.

These two really are something. Darius is essentially that guy from the first Iron Man movie. He's the acting CEO because the owner is a literal child. He smiles and preaches big keeping up the facade of benevolent company of the shiny Earth utopia but he has a dark secret which is that he's making guns and a mecha suit for himself and Cody takes several episodes to realize this for some reason.

You'd think Darius would stop being a threat the moment his dark deeds are uncovered since his whole thing is "evil capitalist guy is evil". But no, he's gonna go higher, he's going to ally with Shittibobo because he needs new genetically modified minions he can badmouth while fucking around all day in his sewers loft and we don't even get the payoff of Darius realizing that he's being fucked over by an alien during the Day of Awakening.

Plus because of how afraid FF is to explore anything heavier than Mikey insisting they go out to achieve explosive diarrhea from questionable junk food, even the fact that Darius is an abusive father figure for Cody has no real importance because Cody is only allowed to look sad on screen for five seconds. Remove Darius and the overall season arc remains the same.

What about the other guy? Well, Sushibooboo is the supposed big bad of the season. He's an alien who wants to kill life on Earth to steal resources. He's something beloved President Bishop goes out of his way to personally murder. But the only thing he achieves is to confirm that he's just offensively stupid.

Sh'Okanabo is supposedly an alien boogeyman who's so evil he just can't be real, right? Unfortunately, he's the literal cause of his own demise.

Since the turtles are more than content with babysitting Cody and going around complaining about historical accuracies like that one Futurama episode, they don't know who Sh'Okanabo is and after talking to Bishop they don't care to find out. Great. This means he can operate in the dark, grow his eggs and prepare to kill everyone, right? No way. In pure Sasalele style, he goes out of his way to attack the turtles, tell them what he’s up to and scare them enough to start to actively prepare to fight him.

And on top of that he wastes time to build a time machine because somehow Shredder had to return for one episode which in turn almost fucks up his plan entirely since his ship almost explodes.

So I still don't like FF because of the way the writing plummeted. A lot of stuff happens because it's convenient and often falls back into exquisitely 90s/2000s tropes (see: the obviously evil guy gets away with evil deeds because the parents/cops/people with power are blind and children are stupid, that one car race episode which is a repeat of the previous car race episode from earlier in the show, a female character who's only there to be a love interest and is allowed to be smart and cute because Cody likes them smart and cute, just to name a few). The turtles get dumber depending on the episode and there are some attempts at comedy like Starlee's shitty family that give out levels of second hand embarrassment not seen since Star Trek TNG.

But I don't hate this season entirely either. FF is just very mid and it makes me think that it could have worked as a standalone show for a while because you can watch it more or less. I'm just this isn't what we got in place of the actual show because it wouldn’t have lasted.

Still I did enjoy some things:

Torbin Zixx is fun. He has some interesting tricks, even though 60% of them only work because the turtles are written especially stupid in his episodes. Plus he steals Bishop's space shuttle which is glorious

I ended up liking Sterling a little towards the end. I still feel like his humor is a sanitized version of Baxter's but I like that he collects clips of the turtles getting hurt to watch to calm down and that he's actually always ready to throw hands

President Bishop is so stupid, yet brilliant (and I'm going to talk about him in a separate post because the worldbuilding is really something and I have OPINIONS)

Raph commenting that power armors are so last season while fighting Darius made me chuckle even though I won't tolerate this supersuit slander

This moment:

[bella-rose29]

Not Your Lover - Chapter 6

This is the slightly safer version (it's still kinda spicy tho) <3

I have also written a more explicit version of this chapter for anybody who is over the age of 18 which can be found here, so please don't read that one if you're younger or even just uncomfortable with that. hopefully this one is more accessible to everyone! (please let me know if it's still too much and I'll edit it)

(help I realised I don't actually know how to write sfw make out scenes)

Word count: 3.8k

Warnings: heavy making out, like heavy heavy, implied sex, swearing, mentions of the civil war from Nik's side, Davor is still a stalker

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Y/n and Nikolai had settled into a routine within the first two days of staying in the same room, and he was starting to blur the lines in his head of what was real and what was fake.

It was dangerous, walking this line, especially since one wrong move could ruin everything that the two of them had built, but Nikolai knew that he was extremely close to throwing himself fully past reality. They had kept the pillow wall the first night, but when they had woken in roughly the same position as they had the first time that they shared a bed it made sense to forgo the divider completely. Neither of them appeared to be acknowledging it while asleep, and it saved some effort in the evening when they were getting ready for bed.

Work on the building had continued in much the same way as before, although Nikolai noticed that there was a little more tension in the air than usual. None of this was helped by the fact that he couldn't let his demon out at night anymore, and had resorted to staying late at the mansion after Y/n had headed back to the hotel room so that it stopped giving him a headache. Davor was still watching the two of them, following Nikolai around when he tried to go on a late night walk to take his demon fishing, and it was starting to get annoying. He had half a mind to confront the man, but somehow whenever Nikolai actually wanted to see Davor, he wasn't anywhere to be found. Y/n had mentioned that he was doing the same to her, but she didn't seem nearly as bothered about it.

Currently they were working on the floorboards of the first room, having pulled up the old ones and throwing them out, and Nikolai couldn't help but stare at Y/n every now and then as she worked. His demon snickered at him in his head, and Nikolai muttered a quiet "shut up" under his breath.

"Sorry? Did you say something?"

"Huh? No, nothing."

"Oh. Never mind."

They worked in silence again after that, the only sounds being the new floorboards being put down.

By the time sunset came around a few hours later, they'd managed to lay the whole floor, and Nikolai had replaced the windows, letting in the evening sun. He wiped his brow, wishing more than anything that he could take off some layers (but that would mean showing his scars for longer than a few seconds, and he didn't feel like having that conversation with Y/n yet. She'd probably also stab him or something).

"You alright? You look pretty sweaty."

"Yeah, I'm alright. Hopefully this heatwave brings in tourists," he replied, turning to look at her. That was a mistake, apparently, since he couldn't do anything but think about how gorgeous she looked in the golden light streaming in and lighting up her skin, making her look ethereal.

He was so screwed, and he knew that there wasn't any coming back now. He'd very nearly kissed her the other night, when she'd come in crying about her mother and he'd wiped away her tears, but the demon just had to pick that moment to make a noise. Nikolai had scolded it the whole way back to the hotel, and it had the good grace to at least seem sorry for getting in the way.

It had been a little awkward since, neither of them saying anything about the fact that they had very nearly kissed purely because they felt like it, and the tension was starting to kill Nikolai. They kept waking up tangled in each other too, and although he knew he shouldn't, he held on to her a little longer in the mornings, and his touch lingered a moment more when he passed her things. Whether she'd noticed, he had no idea, but at least she hadn't told him to stop being weird yet.

~~~

Nik was being weird.

He kept staring at Y/n, for one, and every now and then he would hold on to her for longer than fake boyfriends probably should. He was staring now, in fact, although why she had no idea. She was covered in dirt and sweat from working all day, both in the bakery and in the mansion, and she definitely needed a bath. Maybe he was staring at her because of that? Yeah, that made more sense. Although when she looked at him (not that she was sneaking glances or anything), she couldn't deny how gorgeous he looked in the light, the sunset making his golden hair glow.

He kept talking to himself too, and Y/n was starting to worry that he was going mad. She'd talked to Gregor about it that morning, and apparently Nik was doing it while he worked in the workshop. Gregor also looked like he knew something else, but despite Y/n's best efforts she couldn't get it out of him. The man was notoriously good at keeping secrets, but if it was about Nik then she wanted to know.

"I'm sure he'll tell you in his own time, Y/n/n," was all he had said, and Y/n had huffed and left not long after.

She snapped herself out of her thoughts, blush rising when she realised that she'd zoned out looking at him, and turned back to the wall that she was painting. They'd done good work today; Nik had managed to get the new windows in with the help of her father, and the three of them had finished off the floor. Y/n had picked out the paint a while ago, and had made a start on covering the walls.

"You know," she started, and out of the corner of her eye she saw Nik turn to face her. "I think we can do this. How long have we got left now, eight days?"

"Yeah, I think so. There's still the two other rooms to do though. I know they're both clear but it's going to be a stretch to get them done on top of this one. It's taken us this long to get this room nearly ready."

"What happened to mister 'we can do it!', huh? I've got a plan, don't worry."

"Is your plan hiring the entirety of Taya? Because I might be an optimist but this is bordering on impossible."

"I thought that nothing was impossible, only improbable," she quipped, mocking his voice.

"Was that... was that meant to be me?"

"I thought it was an excellent impression. Did you have a problem with it? I mean, personally I thought there were two of you for a moment."

Nik laughed, shaking his head. "You're ridiculous," he said, looking at her fondly. Y/n smiled lightly back at him, and they got lost in each others' gazes. Nik suddenly snapped out of it, whipping his head back to the curtain pole he was adjusting. Y/n moved her own attention back to the wall, feeling her face heat up.

Shit.

~~~

An hour or so later, the sun had fully set, and Nikolai had had to turn the chandelier on in the room so that he and Y/n could continue to work. The demon had, for once, helped Nikolai out, since its laughing at Nikolai and Y/n gazing at each other made him realise what he was doing. He'd quickly gone back to what he was doing, and a moment later he heard the brush of the paint on the wall.

Now they were in separate rooms, and Nikolai had looked to check that the demon wouldn't be seen before letting it out.

"No noise, alright? The second you make a noise you're back in, understood?" The demon had nodded and padded off into a corner of the room, starting to use its tail as a brush, collecting the remaining rubbish on the floor. Nikolai felt proud of it once more, seeing it trying to help, and hoped that it had learned something valuable from working hard. Saints, he sounded like the demon's teacher. Nikolai frowned, shuffling furniture around the room. He supposed he was in a way, teaching it how to be nicer. Maybe he'd be able to let it out more if he knew it would behave. He was glad for the distraction of the demon, since it stopped him from thinking too hard about Y/n, and having to keep half an eye on the little bastard was rather entertaining at times. It was a little like having a child, except the child was quite literally a demonic entity of darkness and destruction that enjoyed ripping people's faces off and generally making their lives complete and utter misery. Nikolai suddenly wondered if that was how Baghra had felt about the Darkling, and shuddered at the thought of baby Aleksander. The demon noticed, growling lowly at its creator, and Nikolai called it over softly, careful not to alert Y/n.

"Come here, that's it, there we go," he whispered, settling on the floor as his demon came and rested its head on his lap. It was strange, doing this, but he could sense that his demon was disturbed by Nikolai's thoughts of the Darkling. While the man had been responsible for the separation between Nikolai and his demon, the latter now shared the resentment that Nikolai harboured. No doubt it was remembering the battle with Fjerda too, and the multiple brushes with death. Since then they had only become closer, reaching an agreement that they would die for each other if needed.

"Nik? You alright in there?" Both Nikolai and his demon turned to look at the doorway where Y/n's voice had come from, and they glanced at each other before the demon crept off into the shadows.

"Yep, I'm alright." He pushed himself off of the floor just as Y/n walked in, paint on her trousers.

"I think I'm gonna head out now, I've done what I can on the walls. You coming?"

"Yeah, sure. Let me just grab my things," he smiled, and she returned it, heading back into the front room. He took the demon back in, telling it to stop fussing and hurry up, and followed her out, collecting his jacket from where he'd slung it over one of the armchairs.

~~~

They made it back to the hotel no problem, although Y/n could have sworn that she saw Davor following them when they went round a corner, and when they were up in Nik's room he pulled out a bottle of kvas and two glasses.

"Drink?"

"Sure."

Davor following them wasn't too disturbing for Y/n, given he was a deeply untrusting person and was probably trying to expose Nik and Y/n's relationship for what it was, but Nik seem more concerned. He brought it up as he poured, passing one glass to Y/n and taking his own over to the sofa in front of the fireplace. Despite the heatwave, the hotel room was somehow freezing (Y/n had no idea how the owners managed it), so they'd lit a fire.

"You really aren't worried about him stalking us?"

"No, not really. Why are you so worked up about it?"

"Um... because it's stalking? It's quite literally illegal. Also, what happens if he finds out none of this is real?"

Her heart hurt at his words, but she quickly dismissed it as nothing. "Nobody will believe him if he says anything, because they like us a whole lot more. Everybody knows he likes stirring up trouble for no good reason, and I've got a reputation, hell, you have a reputation now. We'll be fine." She sipped her kvas, grateful for the burn as it went down. It stopped her thinking too hard about Nik.

"If you're sure," he frowned, and Y/n wanted to smooth the lines on his face with her fingertips. He settled into the sofa next to her having finished fiddling with the fire, and it was cramped enough that his thigh brushed against hers. She pulled her legs up, turning so that her back was resting against the arm and she was facing him. Nik angled his body slightly so that he was looking towards her, shifting in his seat in a way that had Y/n hiding behind her glass and trying desperately to not think too hard about his lap. "You alright?" he asked, amusement in his eyes and a smirk on his face, and Saints damn it she was blushing and he fucking knew it.

"Yeah, I'm alright." He hummed, and Y/n felt her cheeks grow even warmer. "What? I am!"

"Okay! You just look a little... flushed," he responded, and she could hear the laughter in his voice, making her glare at him. "There it is! I've missed that glare," he joked, only succeeding in deepening her frown.

"Fuck off," she muttered as she sipped her kvas, and he laughed, loud and bellowing. Saints, she wanted to make him laugh more often.

Sleeping next to Nik tonight would be difficult, she decided as she watched him.

~~~

A few hours and half a bottle of kvas later, Nik and Y/n had loosened up significantly, and were spilling secrets that she would never dare to tell him were she sober.

He'd confessed that he was absolutely terrified of spiders, having been nicknamed 'Nikolai the spider squealer' by his childhood best friend, and was considered a general menace to society as a small boy.

"Oh yeah, I find that so difficult to believe," Y/n giggled sarcastically, and Nik's responding pout only made her laugh harder.

"What is that supposed to mean? I am an absolute delight to have around!" He put on a look of offence, and Y/n nearly spilled her drink when she held her sides from laughing. "Seriously!" He was laughing now, spluttering as he spoke and unable to get words out properly. A few minutes later when they'd calmed down enough (it took a while since whenever they looked at each other they burst out laughing again), he spoke up again. "Go on, your turn. I think it's been my turn the last three times," he frowned, trying to count in his head. Y/n thought for a moment, before coming up with something.

"Saints, I don't know why I'm even gonna tell you this," she laughed, pressing her hand to her forehead. "Okay. So, basically, I've never... I have never... you know." She waved her hand in the general direction of her lower half. Nik's eyes went wide.

"Wait. You've never had an orgasm?"

"No, I haven't!"

"No wonder you're so fucking grumpy all the time, Saints!"

"Oi! It's not exactly my fault! Davor never could and neither can I, I gave up trying to get myself off like six months ago."

"Bet I could," Nik said, sipping his drink.

"...What?"

"I said I bet I could."

They looked at each other, Nik studying her over his glass and Y/n feeling increasingly flustered at the direction their conversation had taken.

"Prove it."

He said nothing, still just looking her, and she was starting to regret her words. "Sorry. Stupid idea. Forget it." She turned her face away, staring into the fire. He was yet to say anything, and the atmosphere turned awkward.

"Are you?" he said, and Saints, why was his voice so low? "Are you sorry?"

"No," she whispered, and she was hyper-aware of the sound of his glass clinking against the side table as he set it down. She turned to look at him, breath leaving her body at the sight of him closer than before, eyes filled with something dangerous. She put her own glass down, nearly spilling it since she hadn't taken her eyes off of Nik. "Why?"

"Because I want to prove it."

Something snapped then, and Y/n surged forward to grab at his shirt with her hands and pull him in for a kiss. He didn't seem to know what to do with himself for a moment, but after barely a second he was responding, wrapping his arms around her waist as he pulled her into his lap, moaning softly, and Saints she wanted him to do it all over again. Her hands moved up to play with his hair the way that she'd wanted to since their first kiss in the square all those days ago, tangling in the locks and tugging every now and then as his hands grasped her hips. She wasn't sure how long they were there for, exploring each other with their hands and tongues, but every second of it was just as good as she'd imagined. He'd moved her hair out of the way to kiss down her neck, alternating between soft kisses and gently biting the skin, drawing sounds out of her that Davor never could. "Nik," she whispered into his hair, not missing the way his grip tightened on her hips at the sound of his name. He slowly dragged his head back up, kissing as he went, before he pressed another to her mouth.

"Yeah?" His pupils were blown, the blue of his eyes nearly non-existent, and his lips were slightly swollen from kissing her.

"You gonna prove it or not?" she breathed, and he could only stare at her for a moment before nodding, and then she felt his hands at the top of her trousers, pulling up the fabric of her shirt. He hadn't taken his eyes off of her, silently asking if this was still alright, and they only broke eye contact when her shirt slipped over her head, landing on the floor a second later. He pulled her back in, kisses a little more gentle than before, and Y/n went to take Nik's shirt off. He hesitated slightly, and she paused, not wanting to make him uncomfortable. "This okay? You don't have to, if it's... I just... wanted to feel you, I guess." She blushed at the admission, and he smiled softly at her.

"It's okay, darling," and Saints she'd forgotten how her stomach dipped at the pet name. "I've just... got a lot of scars," he whispered, and Y/n immediately went to reassure him.

"That's okay. You're helping me out, not talking about your scars. but equally if you wanna do that then I'll listen," she said, pressing a kiss to his forehead, and she practically felt him melt under her. He moved back a little, giving himself room to take his clothes off. Nik paused for a moment, looking at his gloves, then made a decision and yanked them off, chucking them on to the side table next to his discarded drink. He glanced back up at her, waiting for her reaction as he settled his hands lightly on top of her thighs. Y/n could only stare at them, reaching out to hold one with her own hand but not quite touching. Most of the veins were black, and his fingers were the same, and as Y/n finally took hold of his hand, lacing their fingers together and turning his arm in her grip she noticed that the black veins continued partway up his forearms. "What..." She didn't finish, not sure where to go from there. Nik was transfixed by their interlocked hands, and his thumb was stroking hers.

"The Darkling," was his only response, and Y/n didn't know what to do other than press a gentle kiss to his mouth, cupping his face with her free hand. She pulled away, resting her forehead against his, and her hand moved down to rest over his heart.

"Does it hurt?"

"No. Not anymore."

She kissed him again, slow and careful, still holding his hand in hers.

"Do you wanna carry on?"

"Yes," he said into her mouth, hands sliding up higher on her thighs, pulling her closer to him, and Saints, he wasn't lying. She moved her hands to his shirt, tugging at the hem and lifting the fabric all the way off. Her fingers traced the lines of his chest, spending extra time on the scars and marks she found, and Nik's hands came up to rest on her back, pulling her flush against him. They kissed again, this time with more hunger, and in a sudden movement Nik had flipped them so that Y/n was lying on the sofa, legs half dangling off the edge as he situated himself between them, never taking his lips off of hers. Eventually he moved further down, and she lost all sense of time as Nik touched her, drawing out new sounds with every movement right up until he took her into paradise.

~~~

He moved back up her body a while after, having left soft kisses behind as she came down from the high, and when she brought his face down to kiss her it was soft and more loving than it should have been given they weren't actually together.

"You alright?" he asked, nose nudging against her cheek. She could only nod, wiped out. She could feel him smiling, the cheeky fucker, and she half-heartedly slapped his arm, trying to not think too hard about how toned it was. "What?" he smiled, pulling back to look at her.

"Nothing, just, you're a lot more... I don't know," she trailed off, blushing at his stare. "You have very nice arms," she decided on, and Nik's immediate laughter made her flush even more. "Shut up," she mumbled, turning her face to hide in the back of the sofa. She felt Nik's hand cup her chin, bringing her face back towards his as he planted a kiss on her lips, lingering for a while.

"Thank you," he whispered, amused smile still present. "You have very nice tits, if that helps."

"Nik!"

~~~

Nikolai had no idea where the two of them went from here, but he wouldn't take back a single second of it.

He'd helped clean Y/n up, and then had helped her move to the bed, passing her one of his clean shirts to sleep in. He went without the gloves as he got into bed next to her, leaving them sat on the table in front of the fire. He was just pulling his boots off when he felt Y/n's fingers on his back, tracing over the scars from the demon's wings. Her hands flattened on his back, then moved around his torso and under his arms as she pushed herself against him, pulling his head to hers to kiss him. The angle was awkward, so Nikolai shook his boots off and turned around, cupping her cheek to deepen the kiss. He clambered in next to her, breaking away, and pulled the sheets up over them. At Y/n's pout he simply chuckled, and brought her down to lie next to him, and she slung her arm over his chest and her leg over his, falling asleep not long after.

Nikolai stayed awake a while longer, thinking over everything that had happened. He really didn't know where they went from here, but no matter what, he needed to tell her the truth before they got too far in.

Chapter 7

[bosskie]

Mean 'n' Clean

I didn't mean to draw more today (yesterday) but I just got a vision like this and I just had to draw it... Man, it feels like all this sketching is starting to actually improve my stuff. That Molluck just looks better than all the other Mollucks I have done within a week.

But yeah, what the odd is this? Well, I kinda tried to vision RuptureFarms back then. I felt like drawing kinda twisted versions of those Scrab Cake and Paramite Pie ads. Yeah, that Scrab is 'dancing' on that cake, like they do after killing their victim. And well, Paramite is eating the Pie... I have never drawn those creatures before, so it was nice to finally draw them too.

That Abe, well, I felt like portraying him as a cleaner with some cleaning equipment and I wondered why he would have such an expression if he is cleaning... Then it came to my mind that maybe is cleaning Molluck's toilet, so that's why he got that toilet cleaner. Just some random stuff for fun, I have been just laughing at that Abe.

Also, kinda related to this cleaning thing. One day, I figured out why RuptureFarms is so clean in New 'n' Tasty compared to Abe's Oddysee: There are 200 Mudokons more! Yes, Molluck could figure out the amouth of Mudokons he needs to keep the place clean.

I also wanna add that despite of my own problems toward myself, I do appreciate you liking my stuff! And I wanna say this that I do love this community. I did get such a warm reception when I started to post my Molluck stuff and it still warms my heart, especially after many years of feeling like no one cares about the stuff I create. I do admire the stuff you do here like daily but I have had hard times to tell you it, even thru a like. It's nothing personal, my thought about that no one probably wants me to interact with them is just strong... I used to be lonely for years... But I'm trying my best with healing this scar and gather my courage to say the stuff I would like to say but I just cannot because of my mind... Sometimes, I also just feel so embarrassed of my way to speak...

I also wanna say that I don't wish that creating fan art is a competition. The more important thing is all the passion and love people put in it. Of course, great art deserves to be featured but it was kinda odd still (I think that they should had been a bit more neutral too, to create a more believable image of that they do really love all the fan art; this is what I mean. Just changing it to be 'one of the best' or being an artist feature video in general would had been enough). And especially to me in a sense of that I did won that SoulStorm tattoo design competition but OWI never posted it but some other submissions to that competition before announcing the winners. There was a Stranger fan art competition before and they did post the winners on social media. It's just odd and I think that I really should ask OWI about that, I'm still waiting for my prices from them. I'm just not sure of how to do it. It has just started to feel like maybe they didn't even really like my piece and just made me a winner because I probably spent the most time... If someone hasn't seen it or needs refreshing, here's my piece I did for that competition:

Sometimes, I have been thinking about 'remastering' this since it has some flaws I would like to fix. But yes, I really gotta try to ask OWI why did they kinda cancel this tattoo competition after announcing the winners, though they never did it on their media but on the competition website. I don't really mind if they don't post this since this ain't great but I still would like to hear their explanation for this. This was supposed to be a temporal tattoo they would have shared and I would have gotten one too. Well, I did get the main thing, the moolah price, at least! My inner Gluk is happy.

~ Lots of love to ya!

[cottoncandykev]

Twomp headconnons

~~ARGOS~~

Argos can close his eyes, all of them

Argos has audhd and can have drastic shifts between understimulation

Argos has chronic migranes and light sensitivity bc of the eyes (me too man)

He is slowly developing more eyes, kinda like a parasite. I also belive they may kill him someday

He has those like, children's stars around his room

Argos tried to follow/stock/became obsessed with Mr Plant to purposefully get hurt by Mr. Plant in one way or another, as Argos seems to have depression to me and little to no self preservation. Possibly intentionally.

He struggles to read because of the overwhelming viaual stimuli from his eyes. He writes a lot but struggles to read what he has written afterwards. He needs big letters to be able to read.

Argos likes pampering Mr. Plant, by giving him things like spaw days or grooming his petals.

Argos is part spider or biblically accurate angel.

Argos is from the void. And that not everyone else there is actually from the void.

Argos secretly wishes that he could find other people who look like him.

The "humans" in the void are are humans that have been disfigured, eaither forceably or voluntarily to make themselves look like void residents. (Don't fully belive this, but I have some reasons why I belive this that I will probably get more indebth in a future post.)

--Mr. Plant--

Liked Argos from the start/secretly wanted Argos to keep coming around. He had chances to kill him and never did. And the episode when he went to Argos seemed more like a realization that he did care about him.

Mr. Plant does not think he's a bad boy and is confused why people think he is.

Mr Plant wanted to be a cryptid when he was younger, looking up to figures like Mothman.

He pitties Argos greatly.

Mr. Plant needs Argos more than Argos needs him.

Mr. Plant uses it/he pronouns and prefers being seen as an entity more than a man

He uses photosynthesis to get energy naturally,, but because it tends to be dark in the void and even then he barely leaves his own, he struggles to keep energy, and he doesn't retain it from food as easily.

He's MUCH more clingy than Argos. When he can he holds that man. All the time to the point where Argos finds it borderline annoying/exhausting

Mr. Plant secretly wants to be closer to people but between scaring people off and his anger issues he convinced himself he didn't.

Mr. Plant doesn't know his other half and doesn't want to know.

He won't show his arms to anyone. Because of sh such as scratching stats.

His hands are very rough and he's self conscious about it. (Alternatively Argos has UNATURALLY soft hands)

He has scars on his hands for one reason or another.

When he was younger he'd accidentally pluck his own petals.

His petals regrow, and he eaither looses one eveytime they regrow, or they have a randomized number every time they're plucked.

He is homoromantic asexual

He likes cats.

He can be watered. Argos likes to water him.

His petals are extremely sensitive and he tends to attack things thay touch his petals (Argos is an exception after he starts trusting him but he's not super fond of it unless its a spa day or smthin.)

He finds some of the things Argos does as creepy, yet endearing.

Let me know if you want more!! I probably have plenty I'm just not thinking of rn