#my dribble drabble

[hellsdisneyprincess]

((The following is a drabble I have been compelled to write for personal reasons. The information Charlie learns from this would be canon for all versions of her, but how she learns it may vary, especially depending on if interactions with specific others lead to where it's found out a different way. So it's in a weird spot canon wise to this blog.

This can be used as an open starter if you want, but it isn't being written that way specifically. As such, it's more fantasy science than actual plot or drabble. But take that as you will.

Charlie felt really small right about now, alone in an empty conference room at the hotel. She probably could have made it to her room if she wanted, but her singular goal was to be alone as soon as possible and the conference room she occupied was a lot closer to the ground floor than her bedroom was. In front of her was a pill bottle. Another was a piece of paper. Both she got from Belphagor earlier that day. Together they represented the truth about something she'd always wanted.

There was a high chance she wasn't going to be able to have children of her own.

It had been so simple when it was laid out. Her mother was a human, her father an angel. But adding to the mix is that when they fell, they both acquired demonic traits so that was also added to her genetic makeup as well. There had been instances of those who were mixes of two of these. Rare of course, but not unheard of. But all three? Charlie was the only documented case. That was the problem.

When a woman's eggs formed, each held half of her DNA, the rest to be supplemented by the father to make a new individual. But the half that ended up in them couldn't just be chosen. It was random. This would be fine and a non-issue for most others, but was a big deal for Charlie. There was no telling how much of any of those three sources would be in the egg. Meaning, there was no way to know if there was enough of any given one in a singular egg to be truly compatible with the father of her hypothetical child to actually be viable.

On top of that, her mixed heritage had impacted her hormones the most. She'd known that she wasn't particularly gifted with certain assets, but that was only a visible symptom of the larger issue. The hormones of humans, demons, and angels didn't quite align as well as they could, and sometimes seemed to actively compete. So her cycles were irregular at best and there was no telling what they would do when they ramped up during pregnancy.

In other words, in order to naturally have a child, she'd have to happen to have sex in the sweet spot of timing. Be ovulating with a egg that happened to not only have enough of one of her genetic sources to match with someone, but have that someone be her partner at that time, then it needed to implant, and somehow still remain viable as it developed, all the while just hope that her own body didn't attack her unborn child or otherwise just shutdown the whole process.

But it wasn't like she could now have unprotected sex with wild abandon since pregnancy concerns were among the top reasons she refrained (but not the only, as there was still public image to consider). While her chances of getting pregnant was lower than most, it still was the most likely part of this whole process. So what she was actually looking at was a lifetime of miscarriages in her future. Because even if they used treatments such as IVF to at least ensure that a suitable egg was matched up (assuming she even fucking had any), her body needed to cooperate and Charlie wasn't sure it could do that.

Which brought her to where she was now. The pills were meant as a first step to at least get her hormones in check, but considering how unique her biology was, it was going to take a lot of trial and error. This was only the start of the first attempt. Her immediate future was going to be full of mood swings, discomfort, pain, and the like until they managed to find the right mix to keep her under control for the time being.

Charlie had been holding it all in but now, alone, she couldn't help but start to cry. She'd seen how hard her parents had tried to have children and that was only after she came along. Hell, there might never have been a curse at all. She arrived before DNA was really discovered, let alone its role in reproduction. But it all meant that she had spent enough time in the empty halls of the palace longing for siblings. For a large family. But it never came. That dream became to bear one herself.

But it looks like that was taken from her too.

So here she was, alone in the dark conference room, mourning the loss of children who have yet to have a chance, since they very likely wouldn't.

Edit to add: Because of the potentially sensitive nature of this, if you do reply to it, I may be a bit selective on actually making it a thread.

[shushmal]

Steve walks into his house—HIS house, he would emphasize—to find his two favorite people wrestling on his couch.

For a second, the bottom drops out of his stomach. It's knee-jerk, even though he knows better. But they are very wrapped around each other, twisting and writhing, and it's pretty easy to get the wrong idea. Until he looks closer and realizes the wrestling is a lot more... violent, than sexy.

He watches, shocked into silence and stillness, as Eddie chomps down on Robin's upper arm. Robin screeches and yanks Eddie's hair. Steve feels un-easy in a different way now, like maybe this is devolving into an actual physical altercation instead of some friendly tussling. He winces when Robin gives Eddie a rather vicious purple nurple.

"FUCK, I give, I give," Eddie screams, limbs releasing her to curl protectively around himself.

Robin bounces up cackling, rumpled and sweaty. Her victory grin is vicious when she turns to Steve.

"Hear that Harrington? Your ass is mine tonight!"

Steve stares at her in fear. "What?"

"I get cuddle privileges tonight," she declares, still a little breathless. "And Eddie gets to sleep on the couch."

Behind her, Eddie looms before he jumps on her back, dragging her back down with a war cry. Steve watches them for a moment as the curse at each other for cheating, before going upstairs and locking himself in his room.

[graphx]

find the difference in these pictures:

[jazzthatonewriterchick]

DRABBLE: HE’S SO F**KING BIG THAT HE COULD CRUSH YOU & YOU LOVE IT (18+) (for Fem!Readers)

Writer’s Note: I came up with this on the fly thinking of getting pounded into my mattress by Zoro & how big n strong he is. He’d probably leave me all bruised & achy but it’d be totally fine with me! This is for the girls who adore the big bois. Enjoy! -Jazz 💋💋💋

*******

“You’re…so…big…and…strong!”

Each word was punctuated by a thrust by your boyfriend hovering over you.

Correction: your very big, very strong, very sexy boyfriend hovering over you, his dick filling you to the brim and his big, veiny hands pinning your knees to your chest. You love it when he does this. When he shows you just how strong he is.

You can’t help but tell your man what he already knows, panting and raggedly moaning out this statement as he puts your ass straight into the mattress. A big, prideful smile stretches across his handsome face shining in sweat from constantly, roughly fucking your pretty brains out of your head.

“Yeah?” He teasingly asks. “Does my baby love gettin’ pinned down and fucked by her big, strong man?”

He speeds up, fucking you at a pace that has your pants and heavy breaths increasing. His cock seems to stretch you out every single he plunges back into the velvety, wet walls of your pussy that squelch and clench around him, gripping him and keeping him there inside of you.

“Yes!” You damn near scream out. “Yes, I fucking love it! I love gettin’ fucked by you, Daddy!”

You grip his hard, broad shoulders and pecs you could motorboat forever, digging your nails into his skin as he fucks you harder. Faster. Rougher. He smiles down at you, leaning down to press a passionate, searing hot kiss to your lips. “Good girl,” he whispers against your mouth.

He then tosses one of your legs over the other and begins to fuck you from the side, driving you up against the bed. Thank God the pillows are above you because your head would be knocking against the headboard at this point…but it is knocking against the wall every time he drives himself into you with all the energy and force he can muster.

You love it when he gets this feral. This uncontrollable. This unbound and unbridled with his strength. You can’t get enough of it! The way he can toss your body and limbs around like a salad, rip your clothes off (which he has), and use you as he wants to is everything you want and need.

You love feeling his big body on top of you, feeling his weight pressing down onto your body while your feet dangle from his shoulders and his dick pummels into you.

You love feeling his big arms wrap around you, making you feel oh-so small yet safe, his bulging veins prominent underneath his skin. You can’t resist the urge to run your fingers up them every time he snakes them around you or to tell him to squeeze you more.

He often gets nervous when you tell him to do this, especially during sex, but he does it, squeezing you to your little heart’s content. “Is this okay?” He would ask, concerned. “I’m not hurting you?”

“No!” You’d squeak out, smiling contently and feeling like a boa constrictor was hugging you. “Harder please!”

But you especially love it when he flips you over without even asking (because he knows you want it) and drills your shit from behind. His big body mounts you and his calloused hands grip your hips as he drives his hips into you again and again and again.

Sometimes, he forces you into his favorite position (face down, ass up) and locks your legs in with his powerful thighs while pounding your pussy from behind, sending you reeling like you are now. He has now tossed you onto all fours, ass tooted up and face pressed into the bed. His hands dig into your hips and the flesh of your ass that you can tell you’ll have bruises tomorrow.

But you don’t care. You can’t care. Not when the sex is this fucking amazing. Not when your pussy is squelching and dripping and gushing and singing around his beautiful, thick, fat, veiny cock.

“You’re the only one I do this for,” he pants out, transfixed by the way your ass bounces against him and the way your pretty pussy takes him. “Only you can make me this fuckin’ insane.”

You want to tell him the same thing. That his big body and even bigger muscles make you absolutely unhinged. His ripping abs. His bulging biceps and pectorals. His thighs that look like they could crush watermelons and you. The way his size and height make you feel so small even when standing next to him or lying in your bed with him which he sometimes makes you feel is doll-sized.

He’s just so goddamn big!

But your tongue is too tied and your words a babbling mess to reply. But he don’t give a shit. One of his big hands move to grip your throat while the other smacks your ass, leaving it stinging. “Give me your fuckin’ words, baby,” he huffs. “C’mon, my dick isn’t leavin’ you that speechless, is it? Let me know how you feel.”

And so you say the only words on your mind as your orgasm quickly begins approaching: “I-I-I love you!” You sob, open-mouthed and bawling into the mattress.

He doesn’t answer immediately, but when he does, you can tell he’s smiling: “I love you too, baby. Now make that slutty pussy cum for me.”

And as usual, when you cum, you cum hard all around his dick. And when he finally cums for you, he pins you down underneath his body and fills you to the brim with all of him. “Take it,” he demands. “Fuckin’ take all of me, baby!”

You do. You don’t have a choice. He is right on top of you, forcing you to take all of his cum deep inside of your pussy. By the time he finishes, you are both exhausted and his nut drips down your inner thighs, creating a pool between them that stains the sheets beneath you.

With a sigh, your man gently pulls out of you and flops down beside you onto his back. You turn your head toward him and admire his toned body with muscles carved from steel and stone glistening in sweat and adorned in the afterglow of a good, rough fucking.

Noticing your eyes on him, he turns to you and smiles, love and all the affection all woman could want in his eyes. “Okay?” He asks.

You tilt your head up and press a small, loving kiss to his lips, exhausted, achy, and oh-so satisfied. “Okay,” you sigh.

Dedicated to: Zoro, Bakugou, Geto, Gojo, Grimmjow, Sukuna, Law, Shunsui, Shanks, Toji, Aizawa, Ichigo, Nico, Kirishima, Nanami, Worick, Fatgum, Draken, Choso & any other beautiful, big man I’m missing lol

[modernsapphicism]

Randomly thought of a "what if Regina is actually good at math but wasn't showy" and then I remembered Leighton. like, what if Regina took the same AP math class but just a year earlier for god knows why. Regina and Mrs. Norbury actually got along pretty well, not close, but is civil with each other especially that Regina actually pays attention in her class and gets decent to high marks. The mathletes have wanted to invite her to join, but they're all scared shitless of her. and so when Cady was purposefully failing the class to get Aaron's attention, what if she accepted Mrs. Norbury's tutor offer, the teacher telling the red head "I know someone who'd be right to be your tutor." and Cady begrudgingly accepts.

After school, Cady was asked to meet her tutor in the library and the girl complied, thinking she had nothing to lose since the plastics didn't have anything planned that day. to her surprise, no one was at the library yet. Cady settled in one of the tables, her bag and books sat on the chair beside her. She waited for five minutes, cutting this "tutor" some slack, while she browsed her phone. Cady was about to get up when she heard the door open, and to her surprise, she sees Regina striding in while looking around the library, trying to find who's the unlucky student she'll have to terrorize to not fail this damn math class.

When the two of them finally locked eyes, Regina stopped in her tracks, eyes wide in shock as she processed the information that Cady was the one she would be tutoring. Cady on the other hand, suddenly felt like a cat caught in the act. the young red-head felt like she was sweating rivers of cold sweats as she stared at the blonde. Regina knew she wasn't bad at the subject. In fact, she had been Regina's personal calculator for quite a number of occasions since joining the plastics. 

"Cady?" the blonde questioned, eyebrow raised. Slowly, she walked towards the younger girl, setting down her bag on the table then asked, "what the fuck are you doing here?"

"I.. uh," the shorter girl started, her hand settled at the back of her neck while looking anywhere but the person in front of her. "Mrs. Norbury told me I needed tutoring because I was failing math."

Regina didn't even bother to comment on Cady's reasoning. "Huh." was all that she replied, not wanting to push for more and moved to sit down. Cady wanted this session to be over as soon as possible and she guessed that the blonde also felt the same. Regina took a seat on the vacant chair and Cady took that signal to take a seat as well. The two of them took their books out and dived into their work. 

An hour into their session, Cady couldn’t shake off the feeling that there was something off about Regina. She couldn't help but stare at the blonde from time to time, trying to figure out how she got put in this situation with Regina teaching her about calculus. The blonde had noticed, of course, especially when Cady took too long to answer a simple question. The blonde in front of her sighed, and then dropped the pen she was holding, the act snapped Cady out of her trance. Cady feared Regina was going to yell at her or storm out of the library when she suddenly spoke.

"Okay,” Regina spoke before she turned to Cady, eyes boring into the red-head’s own. Cady suddenly felt the need to gulp and prepared herself for whatever Regina's about to do. "Since it seems like you can't focus on this stupid question, tell me, what's wrong now?" 

Her question caught Cady off guard. Instead of spewing shit, Regina actually, genuinely, seemed like she wanted to know what's gotten the red-head distracted when she was doing fine a few questions ago. 

"Uh.." Cady didn't know what to answer. Her mind was going through hundreds of different scenarios how this conversation would lead to and none of them was good. 

Regina sighed. 

"Use your words, Heron. Spit it out." the blonde said sternly and her head tilted, waiting for an answer from the girl in front of her.

“I- I didn’t know you were good at math.” 

Regina’s perfectly manicured eyebrow raised. Her signature ‘are you fucking kidding me?’ look present the moment Cady finished speaking.

Shit, Cady thought.

A beat of silence fell between them and Cady couldn’t focus on the task at hand. The red-head was about to mutter her apologies when the blonde spoke.

Without looking up at the book in front of her, Regina says with a nonchalant voice, “Just because I don’t tell people, doesn’t mean I’m not good at something.” 

She turned to face Cady and continued, “I can’t let people know everything about me. I need to maintain an air of mystery afterall.” and winked. 

Regina winked. Honest to God winked and smirked. 

If Cady’s brain was already mush five minutes ago, after witnessing that her brain is puréed. She felt her cheeks heat up and as if on cue, Regina tried and failed to hold back a laugh. 

Regina looked back at the red-head. “If you’re done overanalyzing my whole being, sweetheart, let’s go back and focus on this part here so we can pack up early.” 

And with that said, Cady had to take a mental note to ask questions later before she turned her attention back to their lesson. She tried her best to steady her beating heart, making sure that the blonde beside her didn’t hear how her heart was practically drumming through her chest at the sight of the blonde flirting with her.

[sonomly]

The way lil' Kaminari Denki had to have lost his mind the first time his quirk manifested and he realized he had BECOME Pikachu...

The pure, unadulterated joy on his lil' face...

Him, running around the playground, saying, "Pika! Pika!"

.....

AU...

Running into a lil' Monoma Neito, literally...

Monoma accidentally grabs his quirk and zaps himself...

Kaminari loses it AGAIN because he's just met the absolute, 100% BEST FRIEND he is DESTINED to have

.....

They don't meet again until UA...

Where Kaminari runs into him again, and Monoma grabs onto him...

Feels that electricity...

And says...

"Pikachu...?"

[robiinurheart33]

Ghost always thought of Johnny as something that could never be diminished, never replaced, never dimmed. An unstoppable force of nature. The very definition of the sun to him.

Johnny blazed beautifully. He brought life and colour to everything around him, even to ghost. He thought of mortals that worshipped sun gods, that thanked them for bringing life around them, how they brought upon the very beginning of humanity. Ghost feels his hard ridges melt away in Johnny’s warmth, how he brought his humanity back to him. He doesn’t even know how he did it. It was like second nature to soap, breathing the life back to Simon. It was like nothing to soap. It was the whole world to Simon.

It was acidic, the way he felt about soap. It burned through his skin, sticky-sweet, and made a home in his body. It clung and absorbed itself into his bones, merged and became part of his DNA. It stabbed into the very core of his being, infecting him. He hated it, hated the way it made his heart clench and his throat close up whenever he saw Johnny.

He hated it.

(CLICKS FOR PALESTINE)

[konstantynowitz]

Describe your OC badly:

Eglantine Rosier.

Eglantine Rosier — refined, elegant, always had an eye for fashionable clothing and material things. Favorite colors to wear: anything vibrant and light that allows her to stand out. She often sports colors that highlight her best features; blue, pink, green, and occasionally yellow. She looks good in all of them, but her favorite is blue because it makes her eyes stand out.

A daddy’s girl at heart. She loved him very much but was constantly disappointed by Étienne due to his choice in lifestyle. In the end, Eglantine knew that her father couldn’t be depended upon, especially once he started gambling the family’s fortunes away for his own fruitless pleasures.

Mommy issues! Eglantine never had a close relationship with her mother. Clotilde was always pointing out ways Eglantine needed to improve herself, never failing to point out her daughter’s flaws and deep-seated insecurities. In reality, Clotilde just wanted Eglantine to live a secure life and began pressuring the girl to find a husband once Étienne died. All Lady Volant wished for was for Eglantine to have a life unburdened by unpredictability and instability.

[eightmakesonebraincell]

ARRANGED MARRIAGE I HEAR????????

hear me out — arranged marriage with fancy ceo’s son mingi who does his absolute WORST to make u hate him because he believes in ‘true love’ but all his stupid actions is just making u find him more and more endearing and that’s when he thinks he fell in love cause wdym there’s a literal angel in front of him who no matter what he does loves him so yay u both love each other 🥳🥳🥳

mafia anon is in fact a maam

— mafia anon

now THIS is such a delicious concept :D

ceo's son!mingi is prickly and grumpy and doesn't want anything to do with you, because he wants to marry someone he meets and falls in love with naturally; instead, the choice is taken away from him and suddenly you're his fiance?

he tries to act petty and childish, like that time you bring him lunch to his office - some handmade rice balls - and he just huffs that he doesn't like sesame seeds before dismissing you, even though he adds sesame seeds to everything. except you manage to surprise him every single time, including when, about half an hour later, he hears a soft knock on his door and you walk in again with the rice balls. "i picked out all the sesame seeds for you," you tell him sincerely, a little hesitantly, like you are a child showing your parents a drawing you made at school. how can he possibly pretend to stay snappy? even the sharpest knife dulls.

and so it becomes routine. you bring him lunch when you can and he shares bites with you. he's hardly ever grumpy anymore (when he is, it's because he is missing a certain somebody who is too busy to bring him food). mingi notices you haven't added sesame seeds ever since that day, or on the rare, rare occasion that you do, he watches adoringly as you pick them out one by one with your chopsticks. he thinks that if this isn't true love, then he doesn't know what is.

mingi spends the rest of his life pretending that he doesn't like sesame seeds and eating handfuls of them behind your back so he doesn't get sesame seed withdrawal symptoms. the end.

[hellishattempt]

toji fic has a wc of like... idk 5k at this point and it will likely get up to 10k or sm like that. gojo fic is uh.... unstarted. but it's based off a song (the haunting of december by taylor thomas) so it'll be easy to write. and i just love nanami's undercut and ik the people do too.

[secretsappyabode]

stan is a very good liar

except when it comes to his loved ones

its as if he’s a completely different person. that boisterous, scheming, con man facade all melts away the moment he’s face to face with someone he cares about deeply

but he’ll be damned if he admits that

you start to notice it as you get closer with him. the little things, the mannerisms that come out without him catching it immediately. he’s used to being caught off guard. spending years constantly creating new sales pitches and identities will make anybody a master liar improviser. a quick switch in his tune and he can laugh and wave off any hint of suspicion from anyone.

but not this time.

this felt different, you’re sure of it

it was a tiny thing, a slip up that anyone would miss, including him. but not you. you catch on.

you ask him.

“what did you mean by that?”

he looks at you.

“whaddaya mean?”

you explain. he freezes. he starts to stammer an excuse. the first thing you notice is his hands. he brings his pointer fingers together, tapping against each other, his hands rub over and over like there’s a spot that won’t go away.

the second thing is his voice. his usual loud abrasiveness is replaced with the hums and haws of a man at the end of his rope. you hear his voice crack, from nerves? guilt? sadness? you don’t know, but one thing is for sure, he’s running out of explanations.

finally, you notice his eyes. or, well, in this case, you don’t.

because he won’t even look at you.

and stan always looks at the people he’s speaking to. whether he’s telling lies or the truth, he always. looks.

but for some reason, his gaze falls elsewhere.

he may have weaved his web of lies, but you managed to catch him in his own trap. it’s not just anybody, no. it had to be YOU of all people.

stan knows you. he trusts you, you’re kind, funny, witty, positive, so many things he loves likes about you.

but god damn it, why did you have to be so fricken smart?! it would have been so much easier if you just played along like everyone else does. if you didn’t catch every little thing, if you didn’t question things, if you didn’t get curious, why did you have to be so stinking curious?! why can’t you just be blissfully ignorant like all the other schmucks in this country?!

why did you have to be so brilliant?

you try to meet his gaze. he avoids you.

what should you do?

taglist!!

@tex-treasures

[hellsdisneyprincess]

Charlie was on Razzle's back, brushing him, when she looks up and sees an unfamiliar face. Well, unfamiliar to this place at least. Though she knew that could only mean one thing.

"So He chose someone from this cycle to join us, huh? Did he offer you something or did you volunteer?"

Though she didn't bother waiting for an answer and waved her hand to dismiss the thought. She wasn't angry now as she usually was. It took a lot of energy to keep that up, actually. Even now, her horns were down. A rare sight, honestly. Charlie was steely calm.

"Look, there's one thing you need to be ready for. Since you're here, whether you like it or not, you will be testing them. I know it sounds straightforward, but sometimes the tests aren't what you're going to want to do. They are what they have to be. Otherwise it's not a real test. You need to be ready to do anything to make them earn it. Usually, you'll get assigned a person and that's who you will follow for the rest of time. I have Adam. Lucifer to Lilith, and so on." She hops down and continued brushing her only true companion.

"Most of the time it involves fighting where there's an angel and a demon who have to get along to defeat you. But I think you've seen that's not always the case. Actually, mine usually involve Adam and Charlie. But that wasn't an option this time so I had to do a different test." She sighed then looked at the newcomer.

"Sometimes you'll meet the perfect one. The perfect version of your opponent who says and does all the right things. But... Well, the cycle still fails. And you have to get yourself in gear for the next one. You need to be who you are meant to be. Remember the feeling that brought you here. Because that is why you're here. Whether it's righteous fury or desperate denial or whatever it is. That is our curse. Ours to bear for all of time so that, eventually, we can finally rest with His perfect universe in place. This isn't for us. It never was."

There was a long pause before Charlie turned her back on the newcomer. She took a few deep breaths, made a loud war cry before punching a hole into nearby wall that had countless similar ones. As she did so, her horns, both the pristine and broken, returned.

[shushmal]

"Sooo..."

"Oh, god," Steve gusts, already rolling his eyes. "What now?"

Eddie, the bastard, just grins. Steve hates how smug he looks right now. It's practically nauseating, the way his smile curves up like an evil cartoon character, his dimples cutting deep into the softness of his cheeks. For all of the things Eddie does to make himself look scary and mean, Steve can only see the boyish roundness of his face and the brattiness in his big, stupid eyes, and it's all annoying.

It makes Steve want to bite him, but last time he did that, Eddie had complained for a solid week, even though he bites Steve all the time.

"Sooo," Eddie drawls again, grinning with all his teeth on display like some stupid shark. "A little birdie told me—"

"I'll kill Robin dead. I'll shave her fucking eyebrows off."

"A little birdie TOLD ME," Eddie shouts over him, practically singing now. "That you said that I was the best thing to ever happen to you."

"I'll shave her whole damn head."

"Oh, baby," Eddie swoons, theatrical and awful, his smile a mile wide. He's so goddamn annoying. "You looove meee."

"I hate you, actually."

"Sweetheart, baby, darling, love of my life," Eddie says, draping himself over Steve's back, pressing his cheek to Steve's and rubbing their faces together like a fucking dog. "You're a terrible liar. Because you really, really looove meee."

"Shut up."

"I'm the best thing that has ever happened to youuu," Eddie sings into Steve's ear, hot breath on Steve's neck, and Steve's back straightens at the feeling. He can feel the rush of blood on his face. Eddie is so goddamn annoying!

"Shut up, Ed, I swear—"

"Because, you love meee—"

Steve gives into the impulse, turns his head into Eddie's and bites the first thing he can get his teeth around, which happens to be Eddie's cheek. Eddie squawks and digs his fingers into Steve's sides, which makes Steve yelp because it tickles.

Fifteen minutes later when Robin walks through the front door, they're still wrestling on the couch, tickling and giggling and cussing each other out. They don't notice her at all, not even when she turns right back around and leaves.

[graphx]

stupidest thing I’ve ever made

For all my fellow victims of dyscalculia

[mikaelcipher]

“what do you hate OR like most about your roomie?”

misumi flips the card around in his hand, humming to himself in thought. across the circle, kumon looks at him expectantly, knowing the answer will be about him.

it's a cute little homemade card game where they all just wrote down questions and depending on who the (plastic coke) bottle lands on, they have to answer. this time, it's misumi's turn.

the question is simple!! if it were tenma and yuki, they would have a LOT to say about each other. if it were muku and kazunari, they would have a LOT to say about each other, but in a nicer sense! now, misumi, surprisingly, seems to be thinking deeply.

“which one?” he then asks, to everyone else's surprise.

“y'know,” kazunari tells him, “kumoppi? like, your roomie? you don't have other roomies do you?”

“i mean, yeah, we do!” misumi pipes up, turning to kumon with a grin. kumon, on the other hand, has eyes going wide.

“... uh, w- what do you mean, misumi-san? ah, tenma-san—”

“quit joking around!!” tenma interjects, one- no, two hands gripping onto kumon's jacket. “w-w-what are you saying you do? there's only two of you in there!!”

“nooo, we have a third roommate!” misumi says, brandishing three of his fingers. “they're a little shy but they've been there ever since i first moved in!”

“which was ages ago...” yuki notes.

“a- ah, yeah... misumi-san tells me about them, but i've never seen them!!” kumon says, looking earnestly sincere. “apparently, they didn't show much presence since i moved in but got a bit more active once they got used to me!!”

“wait, i'm confused, huh?” kazunari looks between misumi and kumon. “a third roomie?”

“yeah, we're triangular roommates!!”

“c- could it be... a- are you talking about a ghost?” muku guesses, to which tenma shrieks.

“there's no damn way!!” he claims, “w- why the hell are we just finding out about this now and since when!? and that's just not true, there's no way!!”

“yes, way!” kumon says, turning to tenma with determination to convince him. “sometimes, my stuff goes missing and i just know it's them pulling pranks on me and taking my things!”

“isn't it possible that that's just you misplacing things?” yuki says, avoiding the way tenma tries to grab onto him next when tenma realizes kumon isn't going to protect him from this ghost they're talking about.

“sometimes, the ghost takes our triangles, and sometimes brings us new ones too,” misumi adds on, “also turns lights on and off, opens the door, unlocks it too, tips things over—”

“is it a ghost cat?” yuki raises an eyebrow.

muku leans into his ear. “can ghost cats open doors?”

“they can if you believe hard enough,” yuki responds.

“that's like... totes scary though. you two aren't scared?” asks kazunari.

“at first, yeah!!” kumon nods. “but eventually, i got used to it too!! i think maybe they were as scared of me as i was of them!”

“they welcomed me from the start~ so nope, not scared at all! △△△”

“did you-” kazunari starts but stops himself, “nevermind! ☆”

“ ? ” muku makes a worried expression. “oh no... i feel bad for the ghost. they've been here for such a long time and we haven't acknowledged them at all...”

“it's fine by them, i think!! but if you wanna meet them, we can ask them in advance and let you know if they wanna talk!” misumi says with a grin.

“only misumi-san can see and hear them though,” kumon says.

“isn't this story familiar?” asks yuki, “wait...”

“that's enough!! i swear, this prank has gone on long enough! there's no way ghosts are real!”

yuki snorts. “you're trembling, though.”

“tenten, be nice!” kazunari says, “the ghost is afraid of people!!”

“I'M MORE AFRAID OF IT THAN—”

“go to sleep.”

... sakyo stands in the doorway to the living room, where they were all settled playing their game under dim lights. he's frowning, arms crossed, in his nightwear. the group apologizes before asking to stay up a bit more just to clean up and Sakyo sighs and lets them. misumi grins.

“i do like something about them, though.

“... sometimes, they say they would visit all of you too, when it's sure you cannot see them, in the morning at two...”

tenma shrieks and they're not allowed another slumber party until sakyo forgets in a month or so.

[modernsapphicism]

i was in a zoom class a while ago and suddenly thought of a rejanis au where they attend online classes during the pandemic and she shares a few classes with regina. when janis spaces out during lectures, she mindlessly draws regina. by the end of the semester, her notes are full of little sketches of regina in different poses and different outfits. she has drawn her almost every single day since classes started and she's not sure what to feel about that.