#need to vent somewhere might as well do it here

[warrior-of-sunlight]

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[torchickentacos]

anyways. having fun with the album project thing I mentioned. Using the flat small brush from here for krita. One brush only, no undo button, all done on 1/54th of a 1.5k x 1k canvas. it's actually pretty therapeutic, I listen to the album I'm drawing while I draw it. This does mean that for AM I got to like. track 2 though and most of that was bc of formatting issues lol.

[a-d-nox]

what your tarot deck thinks about the place you are living

grab your tarot deck! ask your deck "what do i need to know about my home?" below are some ideas of what the cards you get could mean.

the fool

first time home owner and/or going without an inspection or walkthrough (site-unseen buying)

the magician

fixer-upper and/or in need of repair

the empress

fertile ground and/or having a good foundation

the emperor

you definitely need to get an inspection and/or a picky/tricky seller (needing to be aggressive with bidding)

the hierophant

seek financial counseling, to seek with your realtor more seriously, and/or needing to call in a specialist

the chariot

get ready to move

the hermit

the house is older; you might want to look at foundation, electrical, and/or insulation

death

remodeling

the devil

definitely look at electrical and ac/heating elements (duct cleaning may be needed) - or even the dryer vent

the tower

this is a tear down and start from scratch project

the star

PLEASE look into your plumbing...

judgment

you might be in over your head with the cost of where you live; its time to move to somewhere a bit more sustainable

3 of cups

house warming

3 of cups rx

a controlling HOA and/or noisy/gossipy neighbors

4 of cups

having a lot of big ideas for what you want your house to be and look like, but not taking the action needed for it to get to that vision

5 of cup

money pit house that makes you feel disappointed/depressed

2 of pentacles rx

not having enough time for everything you want to accomplish with the house between life, job, and house renovations

3 of pentacles

talking with architects, someone who does custom building, and/or who an interior designer

4 of pentacles

having a lot of clutter and/or hoarding that damages the house

5 of pentacles

needing better insulation and/or to upgrade windows (plastic wrap in winter or something)

7 of pentacles rx

not working towards your vision in terms of housing expectations

ace of swords

making an offer on a house

2 of swords

having to make a difficult decision about what project to focus on

5 of swords

disagreeing with your family about what should happen with a project and having an argument

6 of swords

needing flood insurance

7 of swords

taking pieces from old projects or from what already exists

2 of wands

putting in an add-on

7 of wands

the place as a lot of unforeseen issues

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[lets-try-some-writing]

Implications

Jazz liked to think he was pretty smart and capable of standing his ground. He'd been a spy for almost every big political player, gotten involved with the army, and messed around in pretty much every under the table association. When Orion asked him to join up and support the war effort, Jazz saw no reason to decline. He knew his friend... until he didn't.

Since the new guy came in, Jazz decided he values his life more than honesty.

Previous part here.

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Jazz was always a mech who lived by the rule of knowing everything so that he could act in response to anything. He liked to present himself as if he were ignorant or uncaring of the situation through the use of cheerful tones, but that was largely just to blend in. He was no fool. He knew the moment Orion was named Prime that things were going to go to slag. So he prepared, he cleared his history, pulled up his contracts, and got ready to fight or flee. He only chose to stay because Orion asked him to. How could he ever say no to his dear friend? Especially when peace seemed to be somewhere on the horizon in light of agreeable peace treaties beginning to form in spite of the Senate's efforts to continue the war.

Things were looking up despite the fact that the war still raged. There was light at the end of the tunnel, and Orion even seemed to be truly hopeful. But of course, that was when everything had to fall apart. Jazz was dutiful in his work, but someone was even better than he was at breaking and entering. How else would Orion have been stolen from his berth without so much as a whiff of where he had vanished to? The Autobots of course panicked, Ultra Magnus did what he could to keep the army in line, and the Decepticons pushed their advantage in light of Orion's disappearance. Jazz did all he could to hunt down his missing leader and friend, but to no avail. Wherever Orion was, he had completely dropped off the map.

Then Orion came back and promptly fell to pieces. Jazz was hardly able to see his friend before he was shipped off to containment to ensure whatever was happening to him didn't spread. But what Jazz saw was enough for him to know that Orion was not well... and he likely wouldn't be ever again. He was only able to sneak in to see Orion a few times, but that was all he needed.

"Hey Rion... are you in there buddy?"

"Jazz? Are you here with us?"

"Yeah I'm here. Is there somebody else in the room I should know about?"

"The voice... it speaks, questioning, asking. It wants answers. I try to answer, but I am not fast enough. It takes what I don't tell it."

"Is the voice what is making you like this?"

"I... do not know. It is curious, callous. It wants something, it wants all of me. But it does not seem to be malicious."

"Can we get rid of it?"

"No. It is already too late. It is here, burrowed deep. We will both die if you try."

"There's gotta be something we can do Rion. I am not letting you die here."

"There is... no choice. Either it lives, or we both die. It is too deep, too close to finishing its work. It does not have many questions left..."

"..."

"Once the questions end, it will have no need of me... I don't want to die in this room, alone with its voice in my mind."

"..."

"When it is time... will you let me die out of this place?"

"Yeah... I can do that Rion. I can do that."

Jazz came a few more times over the following deca-cycles. He snuck in through the vents in the dead of most mecha's recharge cycles and sat by Orion's side as his friend deteriorated. He got thinner, sickly, and more lifeless with every passing cycle. Eventually he stopped being able to talk much, only murmuring about how much it hurt. Jazz did make attempts to understand what exactly was afflicting his friend, if only so that he might have some comfort when Orion did offline. He never got anything of note aside from the pain being contributed to 'the voice'. It reached a breaking point when Orion sat up for the first time on the edge of his berth, his optics unfocused and fluid dripping from his vents.

Jazz knew what he needed to do. He had a promise to keep.

Without informing anyone, he used what authority he had to have the facility cleared. At that point, he gently took Orion's stick thin servo in his own and laced their digits together. No words were spoken as he guided his unsteady friend through hallways and rooms until they exited the bunker Orion was being kept in. They left Autobot territory and Jazz guided Orion toward the only place he could think of where his leader would possibly appreciate his final resting place to be. Jazz had every intention of guiding Orion deep into the last standing spire forest and remaining nearby so that the former archivist could rest in peace. However halfway through the journey, Orion stopped, and for the first time in deca-cycles, he seemed focused.

"Rion?"

"I don't want you to watch. I don't want you to see what we will become."

"I am your friend, Rion. I'm not about to leave you alone out here. You deserve to have someone nearby when-"

"Please. I do not wish for you to see the voice finish its work."

Jazz was unable to object as Orion wobbled past him, dragging himself in the general direction of the forest. Jazz grieved, but he did not show it as he stayed put, watching Orion's spark signature on his radar and waiting for it to go out. The moment it did, he allowed himself a klik to lament before he gathered himself and returned to the Autobots. He took his time, and when he arrived, he and the others who loved their leader grieved together. It was a rough few stellar cycles, but Ultra Magnus kept the army together and the Decepticons were even being somewhat amicable in ongoing peace arrangements. The loss of Orion Pax was still brutal and ached horribly, but Jazz, Ratchet, and the others were finally beginning to get themselves together again when someone far too familiar looking crossed the border.

Whoever it was looked like Orion if he were pumped full of protomatter and cranked up on battle protocols. The mech was huge and looked deadly even from a distance. Yet, he had Orion's face, his colors, and his voice. The mech came forward and called himself Optimus Prime, quickly presenting the Matrix of leadership. He explained in perfect almost clinical Iaconian that the reason he was presumed dead was due to the Matrix reforging him. He tried to write all of the oddities off as the Matrix doing its work and the process of being remade taking a great deal out of him, hence his slow arrival. The Autobots as a whole were skeptical, but the Matrix combined with the newcomer's almost immediate skill and his memory which matched Orion's had them accepting him quickly.

Jazz was not among that number.

He saw Orion's state, he escorted Orion to the middle of nowhere to die for Primus's sake. There was no way Orion hauled himself down to Primus's core to get the Matrix. It was impossible, not to mention the tallest tale Jazz had ever heard. The results and spectacular leadership the Prime presented were undeniable, but Jazz knew that whoever he was... he was not Orion. Optimus was quick to pick up on that fact, and the moment the Prime realized that Jazz, Ratchet, and a few select others did not fully buy his story, he became... unsettling. He held his persona with godly expertise around all others, but with Jazz and Ratchet, the two who doubted... he seemed to let himself go a bit. At first it was small, but those things grew larger with time.

Optimus's ability to blend in matched that of a master spy. He always performed perfectly in public or any area that was not checked for security by the Prime himself. He was dutiful, always keeping a kind smile or a stern expression plastered on his stolen face. His voice never wavered and he forever held himself with a complete air of calm... one that felt so fake to Jazz as to almost be suffocating. Optimus's EM field was chilled, static in a way. There was emotion there, but it was strange, unreadable, and largely left those who bothered to feel it on edge. Most chalked it up to Optimus being a Prime, but Jazz knew better. It certainly did not ease Jazz at all when Optimus purposefully extended his field when they were together. It almost felt like he was being tested with how closely Optimus watched him during those moments.

There was also the matter of how the Prime held himself. He was highly calculating, so much so that Jazz doubted he had any actual emotion in him at all. The Prime moved with determination wherever he went, but his motives were totally alien. Every action was carefully selected, and poor responses to things Optimus did always had the Prime adapting at record speed. It did not take much for the Autobots to accept him, especially when Optimus led them to war. But of course, around Jazz and Ratchet, Optimus purposefully did things that should have been beyond the bounds of normal. He twisted in ways which shouldn't have been possible just to gauge their reactions. He would poke and prod, clawing at their plating to watch their reactions. There was always a new and somewhat malicious test for him to run whenever he returned from war. Jazz came back to find Ratchet warding off the Prime with a scalpel once. And there was even an occasion were Optimus purposefully dug a blade into Jazz's leg just to watch him try to act normal around the others.

No one else suffered Optimus's abuse. No one else had to deal with the oddities. Outside of Ratchet and Jazz, Optimus was the perfect leader they needed. Well, mostly. Megatron seemed to know that Optimus was no Orion Pax, and the warlord threw away any idea relating to peace in response. He was dead set on killing the Prime, and honestly, Jazz couldn't blame him. He didn't know what Optimus was, but he most certainly was not any brand of Cybertronian Jazz was familiar with. But whatever the case, things were tolerable, and Optimus seemed to have some goal that aligned with Cybertron being brought to a peaceful state. So Jazz let him be and followed orders.

Then Optimus brought back a sparkling.

It was so out of left field that he and Ratchet were flabbergasted by the whole thing. More so when they took one look at the sparkling and knew he was just. like. Optimus. The little one acted just like his Sire for his first few vorns of life, always listening, always watching. It was frightening for Jazz to walk in to see Optimus glaring at Bumblebee with what almost seemed to be anger or hatred. Then whenever Bee cried, Optimus would tell him to quiet and Bee would stop immediately. It was terrifying to witness, even more so when Optimus brought back suspicious vials for Bee to feed from and began taking the sparkling out to the battlefield to do things Jazz did not want to know about. Optimus was focused on his creation to the point of attention falling away from Jazz and Ratchet nearly entirely. It was a small mercy, but it hurt to watch Bumblebee begin to act like a regular Cybertronian and express genuine emotions only to then suffer Optimus's treatment. The Prime treated his sparkling horribly by any standard.

Always uttering angered words, always glaring, never offering physical affection or words of affirmation, never so much as praising Bumblebee for performing well. It was as if Bumblebee was expected to succeed. Not only that, but the few times Bumblebee acted out of sorts, Optimus would beat or otherwise hurt the poor youngling until he returned to himself. More than once Ratchet did his best to stand up to the Prime in Bumblebee's defense. But Ratchet did not see the coldness in Bee's optics that Jazz did. Bumblebee was most certainly more normal than his Sire and far less monstrous, but he was still Optimus's sparkling. He never cried at the abuse, he never even seemed upset about it. The youngling accepted it all with grace, and that seemed to be what caused Ratchet to break.

The medic tolerated Optimus for his work, but seeing Bee hurt so often seemed to be a sore spot for Ratchet. Eventually, he tried to take Bee away. Jazz watched it all but did nothing to intervene. It was not his place, and he had long ago decided he enjoyed living. That belief was only confirmed when Optimus dropped out of the fragging celling as Ratchet tried to grab Bee and flee. Jazz did not stay to watch, but his horror only grew when Ratchet began to get sick mere cycles later.

When they locked optics, they both knew. Green fluid, voices in the processing units... Whatever had been done to Orion was now being inflicted on Ratchet. The medic couldn't even end his own life, not with Optimus hovering around him at all times under the guise of 'caring for his oldest friend'. Even Bee did not seem concerned. If anything, Bumblebee looked happy with every passing cycle. Still, Jazz lingered, hoping beyond hope that Optimus wasn't as bad as he seemed to be. That somehow this was all just a bad situation that would come to an end... it had to... right?

It did not.

Six stellar cycles after it began, Ratchet vanished off the face of Cybertron while the sickness was at its worst. Jazz hunted him down, but he wished he hadn't. The thing that he saw barely looked like Ratchet as it fed on raw energon like an animal. Scattered plating and organs were strewn about, and Bee eagerly seemed to be bringing over more crystals for the thing to consume Standing beside it was the one and only Optimus Prime who observed with what could have been glee as the thing's mandibles crushed through crystalized energon shards. That was when Jazz knew.

These were monsters. Optimus Prime was not the only one, and he had proven he could spread. It didn't matter what cause he fought for or how good a Prime he was. This was unnatural. And so Jazz did the only thing he could think of. He ran toward the one mech on the planet who knew what Optimus was and hated him enough to possibly put him down.

He ran to Megatron.

"MEGATRON! This is Jazz! Special operations agent for the Autobots! I need immediate evac!"

"Why would I ever help and Autobot?"

"It's Optimus! He's SPREADING!"

"Soundwave, get that mech on board the Nemesis, no matter the cost!"

If there was one mech who could save their kind from whatever Optimus was, it would be Megatron. Jazz had to believe that Megatron could.

Ratchet was already gone. How many more would follow?

[lovelyjj]

Hola! If you're accepting requests for Outer Banks, could I request a JJ Maybank x-reader? Where Y/N is having a bad day and JJ (best friend or boyfriend, you decide) takes her out on the boat to make her day better. He plays Y/N her favorite songs, serenading her to see a smile on her face. Just a bunch of fluff with Y/N venting to JJ and him being there for her. Thank you!!!

My Girl

jj maybank x reader

a/n: sorry this is terrible.

You were having the worst day possible. You were late to work and your boss yelled at you. Mentally you were feeling terrible. To top everything off you got in a fight with your mom and she said some pretty harsh words.

You decided that it would be nice to head over to the château to see if any of the pogues were around. You needed to get away. You needed space and time away from your mom and your room.

The walk there was relaxing as it gave you time to think. Feeling right at home you entered the château calling for John B.

"John B!" You yelled.

"John B!" You yelled again.

"Hey Y/N I'm right here." John B spoke from the kitchen.

"I'm just cleaning up from last nights party." John B stated.

"Oh that's right. How was the party?" You questioned. You were invited but you couldn't go because you had work.

"It was good. Good turn out." John B replied.

"JJ is around here somewhere."

"Oh Ok I think i'm gonna chill outside for a while." You stated.

With that you walked outside. You could feel your emotions getting the best of you at the mention of JJ. It brought up the fight with your mom. You could feel yourself start to tear up and you were getting frustrated.

You walked to the edge of the dock and sat down near a pillar. Everything from the day seemed to pile up on you and you couldn't take it anymore. Your mental health have been neglected. As you sat there overlooking the marsh you finally let your tears fall.

You didn't want to be crying. You felt weak but It just all came out. The day you had was awful and you have had enough.

Within minutes JJ was outside and sitting down next to you on the dock.

"Hey sweet girl." JJ spoke.

"Hi." You sniffled then let out a chuckle, embarrassed that he was seeing you in this state.

"Can I ask what's wrong." JJ voiced.

"I just um am so tired of feeling this way." You shared.

"I um just having a really bad day is all and i'm just mentally exhausted." You continued.

JJ sat there listening intently to every word you said. He pulled you into a bear hug and you cried into his chest. JJ rubbed your back and whispered words of reassurance.

You lifted your head up from buried in his chest and wiped your eyes.

"I'm sorry I shouldn't be burdening you with this."

"No worries angel. I want to be here for you." JJ muttered. 

You sighed and gave him a smile as a thank you.

"What else." JJ added. He could tell that there was more on your mind.

"Well I might get fired. I had a fight with my mom and she thinks I shouldn't be hanging out with you."

You paused as tears started to well up in your eyes again. The thought of not being with JJ made your heart physically hurt. A couple of tears rolled down your cheeks.

JJ delicately took hold of your face and swiped under your eyes, wiping your tears away with his thumbs.

"Why not." JJ responded calmly.

"I don't know. She wants me to hang out with kooks. She says your bad news." You stuttered

JJ scoffed. "She's full of it."

You wiped your eye and nodded.

"Yeah maybe so but I can't be without you." You hiccuped.

"You won't be angel." JJ soothed.

"I hate her." You cried.

"Listen y/n. Your mom's opinion of me doesn't matter. She can't keep me from you."

"She's not gonna take you from me. I won't let her." You voiced.

"I'm not going anywhere baby." JJ stated.

JJ looked at you tears streaming down your face and he knew he had to do something.

"Wait here." JJ stated as he got up and retreated to the château.

"Where are you going!" You called but it was too late his figure already disappeared inside.

JJ soon returned with his guitar. He placed it in the HMS Pogue and turned back to you.

He outstretched his hands for you to take. You accepted and stood up with his help.

"Where are we going?" You asked.

"Just for a little drive." JJ replied.

You both got into the HMS Pogue and JJ started it up.

It was nice being out in the water. It was calming and helped you relax. JJ put the anchor down in the middle of the water.

"Can I play for you." JJ asked.

"Please do." You replied.

Soon JJ's soothing singing voice filled your ears as he strummed his guitar.

"I've got sunshine on a cloudy day

When it's cold outside I've got the month of May

I guess you'd say

What can make me feel this way?

My girl my girl, my girl

Talkin' 'bout my girl my girl"

JJ sang you My Girl. He smiled as he serenaded you. He continued singing the song. Then he got to the third verse.

"I don't need no money, fortune, or fame

I've got all the riches baby one man can claim

I guess you'd say

What can make me feel this way?

My girl (my girl, my girl)

Talkin' 'bout my girl (my girl)

"I've got sunshine on a cloudy day

With my girl

I've even got the month of May

With my girl"

JJ saw a smile creep up on your face and he about declared victory. He got you to smile. He could spend all the rest of his days trying to get you to smile. He loved to see it. Especially if he was the cause. He loved to make you happy.

When the song finished you clapped your hands.

You smiled brightly and got up from across from him and sat down next to him.

You wrapped your arms around him and said thank you while he kissed the top of your head.

"Can you play me another?" You questioned.

"Of course." JJ voiced.

JJ played you another song and by the time he was done it was getting dark.

"I think we should start heading back." JJ suggested.

He pulled up the anchor and started driving back. You leaned down and felt the water with your hand as the boat sped down the water.

It was amazing how just being around JJ you felt better. Just spending time with him your anxiety seemed to ease. You felt lighter and happier.

Once you got back to the château and docked the boat. You both got out walking hand in hand.

You entered the château and warmth engulfed you. It felt nice.

"You want some hot chocolate." JJ asked.

"Yes please."

You found a cozy place on the couch and sat while JJ made you guys your drinks.

Minutes later he came back with two mugs and offered one to you.

"Thank you." You mused.

JJ sat down next to you and brushed hair out of your face.

"I'm sorry you had a bad day." JJ whispered.

You took a sip of your drink than smiled.

"It got a lot better being with you." You gushed.

"It's us against the world. I'll always be there for you" JJ expressed.

"You know I love you right." JJ added.

"Now I do." You replied.

With that you pressed your lips to his.

[luffyvace]

Aizawa crush headcanons

”aizawa crush headcanons, but like make him realize he’s in love with you at the end, so that like, he can do something about it or he can’t ignore it”

asked by a good friend of mine irl. she didn’t mention gender so i’m going with afab since i haven’t written for that yet ♡

(ps i’m not going to mention what type of person he would like unless you req that i want to keep this as neutral as possible)

aizawa having a crush on you means finding cats to take care of together

it means warm, comfortable, solidarity silence

he would still be himself around you for sure, he would want you to like him for who he is

changing himself is too much effort. if you don’t like him back he’ll have to move on whether it hurts or not

people still need teaching and saving after all and the world isn’t going to stop just for him

being a realist he’s aware of that

but that doesn’t mean he isn’t going to clean up if you go out somewhere together (prior to dating, first impressions are everything)

he wouldn’t be afraid to tell you like it is if you ask for his opinion,

in his eyes sugarcoating things aren’t going to help you

but he wouldn’t necessarily be as harsh on you as he is on his students or mic

to woo you he wouldn’t really do anything above and beyond

he acknowledges that he likes you but he doesn’t want to waste time if his crush on you doesn’t blossom into something bigger

so instead of going all out he relies on things like little compliments, little favors and quality time

examples;

”you don’t look half bad today l/n”

”not too shabby, i guess” *combs hand through hair* (yeah that’s another thing, he’ll do little gestures to sway you but we’ll dabble into that more later)

”you smell fresh, that’s a nice aroma”

for little favors……

you: “ahh crap i left my keys in my car”

him: *magically knows a way to open locked out cars* you: *clearly having a rough day* him: *opens a window for you to vent* you: “awww man the last of ____ is sold out!”

him: “hmm..well, i’ll keep an eye out for when it’s back in stock” *the very next day* “oh yeah turns out i already had one i just forgot, here you can have it”

im not lying he actually did have one and forgot

as far as quality time:

inviting each other over for movie nights (he always falls alseep so you get most of the popcorn- 🎉 unless it’s his favorite movie- then he stays up eyes red and all, while sucking nothing out of an empty juicy box)

although movie night only happens when your closer friends though- he keeps his friend circle small because anyone could betray him and he doesn’t like people (he doesn’t hate them either he just stays to himself)

quality time for him can also be texting and checking up on each other

it doesn’t always have to be physical for him to feel appreciated

if YOU want to sway HIM though

get him a cat

self explanatory

but you can also listen to him when he talks, shoulder massages (only when your real close tho), give it to him straight.. definitely don’t be phony…and yeah!

pretty much be yourself

if he doesn’t fall for you himself there’s no way to convince him to

and if he falls for you it’s not for any facade you put on

its for your real true self

your personality.

he accepts your flaws and who you are but he will talk to you about bettering yourself a few times if they’re really bad and habitual (which he’s perfect if you have low self esteem because he’ll help you realize you might be overthinking and underestimating yourself, bringing you back to reality like the realist he is)

he’s not necessarily judgmental though

i feel like the part of him that’s not afraid to tell it like it is, is being misunderstood as him being judgmental

anyway that’s for when he has a crush on you

now its time for love

😍

okay so what (for), when, where and why right?

(“what about who? 🤓☝️“ YOU, FOOL!)

so what (for):

i dabbled in this okay? he loves your personality

for your flaws, your strengths, your weaknesses, your IQ (high or low), your fears

he loves everything about you

when?:

probably when you guys are pretty close

not him and mic close

but y’all have been friends for some time now

i say a couple of months

he doesn’t fall fast

maybe first though, if you an oblivious typa person

where (does he realize);

he was probably sitting on his couch after dinner, waiting for his shower to get hot, snug as a bug in his sleeping bag, drinkin a juicy box.

see the vision?

okay

so he was thinkin n thinkin n thinkin…

about you.

wait.

about you

why was he thinking so much about you.

omg wait..

he just remembered..

your beautiful smile (don’t care if it’s crooked, missing teeth, over/underbite- it’s GOREGEOUS)

your beautiful hair

your beautiful eyes

your personality

he realized he was thinking about you so much because…

he loves you

sits there head empty for a hot minute…

then falls asleep..

(rip water bill- shower still running)

why?:

wym why he fell in love? your YOU!!

your amazing even if he doesn’t say it all the time

or even if you don’t think it

even if no else thinks it!

someone does!

him!

he’s not the type of person to romanticize the person he loves

but he does accept you!

but as i said he loves you most for personality!

purely, truly—you

now let’s dabble back into the little gestures he’ll do to sway you once he realizes he loves you

for one like i said he’ll comb his hair in his fingers

and if he sees you find that attractive he’ll do it a little more around you

now keep in mind

your special

he doesn’t go around doing things like that for just anyone

no matter how small the change if it’s not beneficial he won’t do it

but this is beneficial

because he’s trying to court you ;)

he loves you, and he wants you to love him back now :)

but anyways

back on topic

he’ll also shrink his personal bubble around you

so now you can;

stand a little closer than normal

brush your fingers together

have your arms side by side

touch knees together when sitting

lay your head in his lap during movie night and he won’t say anything

(he wouldn’t pet your head but he’s not going to move you either)

rest your head on his shoulder as he does stuff/work (usually in private like when he’s planning his lessons on weekends)

speaking of that you can now come over unannounced and he’ll be glad to see you, ask you about your day, etc

back on topic to gestures he does,

his favors can get more personal,

like if you need to run errands but aren’t feeling well he’ll go shopping for you

(although i will say he doesn’t like shopping and has no idea what brands of products you normally buy he’ll do it to help you out)

he’ll also feel comfortable putting his arm on your shoulder (not around, on)

the gestures aren’t a lot because he isn’t the most cuddly guy (in my realistic headcanons)

but they mean something to you

AN: i tried to write canon aizawa more than fanon because it’s better that way to me but if anyone wants a little more cuddly/fanon aizawa i’d be happy to give it to them

i’m really happy with the way this turned out so i hope everyone can enjoy as well

ps: if you want specifically how he asks you out id love to do that (i might do it anyways 😋)

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𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝? 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞. | 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭

part two of do you feel my hand? it is there. | part one | part three | part four | part five | part six | part seven | part eight | part nine | part ten | part eleven | part twelve

pairing: minho x fem!reader (afab)

genre: veterinarian!minho (this includes a few of the skz members working in his clinic). client!reader. hurt/comfort. angst. fluff. smut - MDNI, 18+ only. reader pov. strangers to lovers au. slowburn romance. lots of pining.

content & warnings: explicit & strong language. very thematic elements. minho is reader's vet. reader's childhood cat suddenly gets diagnosed with cancer, and she has to make a big decision about what to do. this fanfic includes heavy topics like: pet euthanasia, extreme loss/grief, depression, the problems with pet healthcare, and more. there will be some humor/fluff placed throughout, and also smut somewhere along the way. :))

18+ warnings: masterbation. sexual fantasies. kinda perv behavior but not really??

word count: 3.0k

summary: dr. lee minho is known throughout your area as the city's hottest veterinarian, and he's also the very man that's been taking good care of your two cats for the past three years. but one day, you're thrown down a dark path of heartache when the cat that you've grown up with - nyx - is diagnosed with an acute form of bone cancer. burdened with the hardest decision of your entire life, you come at a crossroads of what to do. and throughout it all, minho is the single most person who continually stays by your side.

a/n: i seriously contemplated on whether or not I should post this chapter, after all of the events of this week. I want to make sure that I am cautious and sensitive to everyone during such a painful time. but in the end, I decided to post this since perhaps, it might help a few of you out there who are dealing with so many emotions right now. I cried while I was writing this last week because it brought up so many feelings that I felt when I had to put down my dog almost 2 years ago. so if this chapter make you sad, please don't feel bad about that or think that you're alone, because I swear that you're not. next week's chapter will be a little bit on the lighter side of things (but just barely). take care of yourselves, okay?? take everything one day at a time. allow yourself to feel a plethora of things, or nothing at all. everyone is different and processes things at a variety of paces. this isn't a race, this is life. and as always, my asks/dms are always open if you just need to vent to a listening ear. I love you guys, and... stay strong, yeah?? ❤️

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You decided to schedule the appointment on a Sunday afternoon, that way you’d be off of work. Since the night you had spent with Dr. Lee in the waiting room after hours three weeks before, he had continually checked up on you throughout the weeks by way of numerous phone calls. And it felt like, with each one that passed, they seemed to grow longer, as the two of you talked about everything and nothing - all in hopes of trying to get your mind off of the imminent date. 

 From your daily phone calls, you had gleaned some valuable information from Dr. Lee - like the fact that he had been single since he opened up the clinic three years prior since it was pretty hard to keep up a long-term relationship when he was so busy with clients and managing a successful business. 

 You didn’t even know how the topic of romantic adventures came up in your daily wellness calls, but all at once, you were confiding in Dr. Lee about your most recent boyfriend which had broken up with back in university. But you didn’t go into too much detail about the relationship, and you skimmed over the… bad parts of it all. 

  You alluded to your horrible breakup with your ex during the conversation, and you briefly mentioned your ex’s awful treatment of you at the very end of the relationship - but you never crossed the line of professionalism and confessed to all the bitterness you still held for your ex. No, you didn’t think Dr. Lee needed to know such intimate details about your life. But also, he probably wouldn’t care. After all, the phone calls were only a means to an end… 

 And besides, no one else in the entire world knew the extent of your old relationship, so you didn’t see any point in telling a random veterinarian about such a dark part of your past.

 The calls seemed to help somewhat - if only to take your mind off of the looming date. But then, as soon as Dr. Lee hung up, your thoughts were clouded with the pain of losing Nyx all over again. 

 Slowly, you were watching her deteriorate. Dr. Lee warned you that things would go downhill quite fast, and fast they did - since Nyx hardly wanted to eat her meals anymore, even when you’d try to coax her with her favorite treat of a fresh sardine. She was incredibly lethargic and because of the weight loss that she experienced from the lack of an appetite, her thinness only caused more pressure to be put on her legs, which was where the cancer was located. 

 Throughout it all, Dr. Lee did a tremendous job of preparing you for the day - the day that you were expecting to take the place in your mind as the worst moment in your entire life. The two of you planned it so that his schedule was completely free for the procedure. Originally, he told you that he usually doesn't accompany his clients into the euthanization room, and instead leaves it up to the vet techs to take care of the protocol. But without you even having to ask him, he assured you that he’d be with you the entire time - that he’d be the administer of the drug. Because he already knew, that having anyone else there with you wouldn’t help, not in the least bit. Sure, Yongbok and Hyunjin and Seungmin were good techs, but nothing could compare to the utterly calming presence that Dr. Lee alluded… with his soft, brown eyes and his slight smile and- 

 You were thinking about him again- damn it. 

 Because besides being cluttered with the pain of losing Nyx, your mind was also full of so many thoughts about… him. 

 And how, ever since that night in the clinic, he had continued to call you by your first name. No honorifics, no pretense. And even though he felt familiar and warm to you, you still felt somewhat uncomfortable to drop the doctor title. You wondered if he thought it was odd, how he was addressing you informally, and yet you were still doing the ‘keep it professional’ bit.

 When you were busy working at your desk throughout the day, you found your eyes constantly moving over to the side to check your phone. To see if he had called you.

 While you were eating your packed lunch by yourself in your office’s break room, your mind kept replaying the way that it had felt, when he had touched you that night - with those slender fingers and warm palms of his. 

 When you were lounging on your apartment’s small sofa, watching tv before you went to bed, your thoughts drifted off to the sound of his voice, and the way that he always said your name so delicately. 

 But perhaps worse of them all, is what you would do late at night, when you lay wide awake wrapped up in your duvet covers in bed. Because instead of thinking about Nyx, your musings drifted off to him, yet again.

 And perhaps it had something to do with your exhaustion from the end of the day, 

 Or the fact that it was so very dark in your bedroom, 

 But more often than not, your imagination would get the best of you, and all at once, things were turning deeper, dimmer…

 Flashes of him, and that smile that he always gave you when he first saw you during a visit, danced across your vision, 

 As you imagined what he’d look like, staring you down, bright eyes glued to your exposed self. 

 You dreamed about that pretty, red mouth of his, lips turning kiss-swollen and sticky from your very essence. 

 You wondered how it’d feel, to have him towering over you, whispering sinful words into your ear with that sly tongue of his, as he pressed you further down into the bedsheets. 

 And when those thoughts came upon you, you just… couldn’t help yourself. 

 Hand playing with yourself- 

 Grazing over pert buds, 

 Tickling a sensitive waist, 

 Spreading swollen lips, 

 Brushing against a throbbing knot, 

 Pushing past folds and curving inward. 

 And every time, the only thing that crossed your mind, was him. 

 Him - and his smell and his voice and his built frame. 

 In those heated moments of twilight, you only ever made one single sound as you thrashed about between your thick duvet covers…

 “Minho.” 

 The name fell from your bitten-raw lips in whispers, cries, and pleas. 

 Maybe it was because you hadn’t been with a man in so long, 

 Or maybe it was because you were a grown woman and so naturally, you were extremely horny most of the time. 

 But all at once, as you delved into such fantasies late at night, you realized that the attraction to him had always been there. 

 You had just tried to mask it with honorifics and professionalism since you didn’t want to cross any lines. Since you figured that a man of his stature - of wealth and success - would never stoop so low to date a woman like yourself. 

 Even still, none of that stopped you. 

 Stopped your midnight explorations or the way that he seemed to inherently infect your very being with every breath that you took throughout the day. 

 But eventually, the crest of sadness took over everything again, as the day finally came to a head. To your relief, the weather outside on that Sunday afternoon was bright and sunny. You didn’t know what you’d do with yourself if it had been grey and drizzling. 

 You stopped just outside of the clinic’s doors, forcing yourself to take a good look at it all, as you held Nyx in her carrier at your side. It’d be the last time that you stepped through these doors with her in hand. 

 And that’s when the tears started. They silently traced down your cheeks, even as you shuffled through the clinic’s front doors slowly. The bell above your head signaled your arrival, and as if on cue, Jisung and Chan’s heads turned in unison from their computers at the front desk to where you stood at the entrance of the clinic. 

 In an instant, Jisung was getting out of his chair and flitting over to you. “Hi, Y/N,” he said in a soft voice, offering you a gentle smile. “Hi, Nyx.” He bent down in front of you, peering into the black carrier and cooing at your cat. 

 “How long is the wait time?” You asked, voice shaky as you clutched a little harder on the handle of the carrier. 

 Jisung peered up at you then, his big, doe-like brown eyes shining with compassion. “About ten minutes.” 

 You nodded without saying another word, as you began to make your way over to the front desk to check in for your appointment. The entire time you spoke with Jisung, Chan had been watching the two of you in silence, assessing the atmosphere and displaying a compassionate face.

 “Ji said it’s gonna be ten minutes.” Is all you said, as you stood in front of the wooden front desk. You couldn’t meet their eyes anymore, your vision too blurry with tears. And frankly, their pity just made you feel even worse just then.  

 “Yeah, that’s about right,” Chan began, typing away at his computer. Then he slid over a clipboard and had you sign your name at the end of the document. Signing away on the procedure. Signing away on Nyx’s life. “And… I’m so sorry, Y/N.” 

 “Me too.” You whispered before you were pulling away from them and taking a seat near the doors to the back of the clinic. Usually, while you waited for your appointment, you’d scroll through social media on your phone or pick up a nearby magazine and peruse the articles. 

 This time, you just sat there. You sat there in utter despair and silence, before deciding to pull out Nyx from her carrier. She was a little less warm than she had always been, and the thinnest you had ever seen her. Even still, she looked beautiful to you. You pressed your face into her midnight-black fur, taking in the sweet smell of her and nuzzling into her pliable skin. 

 “I love you so much, girl,” you muttered into her coat, before giving her a few kisses. “I’m sorry I couldn’t do more for you…” 

 The minutes ticked by slowly after that, as you clutched on protectively to Nyx. As you kissed your childhood best friend. As you fought for the last seconds spent with the single most stable thing in your entire life. 

 And then, you heard the fateful call of your name ring out across the waiting room. You stood from your chair, muscles moving like they were trapped in a vat of sticky molasses. Your gaze was fixated on the ground at your feet, so you didn’t see who had called your name. 

 “Right this way,” it was Hyunjin’s angelic-like voice that graced your ears, as you walked through the threshold and into the back hallway of the clinic. You felt his hand land atop your shoulder, his slender fingers gently squeezing there in a soothing gesture. 

 Then he was leading you through the back hallways, past the examination rooms that you had sat in with Nyx countless times. Finally, he stopped just in front of a door that was painted in a baby-blue color. 

 “The doctor will be right with you,” Hyunjin began, his tone ghostly-faint and fading away behind you as your eyes locked with the room you were about to be left alone in. “I’ll be right here when you’re done.” 

 You didn’t even register the door being shut closed behind you, too focused on the decorations that were placed throughout the room. The walls were painted a sky-blue, with a beautiful stain-glass window in the center of the room. The scene depicted a magnificent sunset, bursting with colors that were burnt cayennes and violets. The room was quite small, but the bright, real flowers placed throughout the area helped to add life to the otherwise depressing atmosphere - with their brilliant yellows and reds. Just underneath the stained glass window was a small pedestal that was covered in a thick duvet and plastic rap, and off in the corner of the room was a sliding glass window with a curtain shielding the other side of the glass. 

 You sat down on the nearby bench, looking at everything around you. Looking at the pedestal that was before you - where Nyx would be laid to rest. And it felt like your heart was bleeding irrevocably inside of your chest, straining and pumping at the same time as you tried to come to terms with the situation at hand. 

 At least she was going to join the afterlife in a safe space - at least it was beautiful looking and- 

 Your thoughts were interrupted by the shutting of the door that you had originally walked through. Lifting your head from Nyx who was peacefully dozing in your arms, you came face-to-face with Dr. Lee. He was dressed in his usual garb of black slacks and a white doctor's coat. 

 “How are you doing, Y/N?” Was the first thing he asked, as he shut the door behind him and neared you. He knelt in front of your knees, taking both of your hands in his and giving them a gentle squeeze. 

 That’s when you managed to find the courage to look up into his eyes finally, and the heartache and pain that you found there just made it hurt a little bit more. You felt your bottom lip quake, as the sobs freely flowed from you. You didn’t even have to reply since he already knew how difficult this was for you. So he kept quiet, not moving from his position in front of you and holding onto you as you cried yourself to exhaustion. 

 “I-I’m ready,” you finally said, roughly scrubbing at your eyes with the palm of one of your hands to try and knock some sense into yourself. 

 “Are you sure?” He questioned, the concern dripping in his voice from the way that it deepened somewhat. 

 You nodded furiously, heart hurting so much that it felt like you were going to drop dead from a heart attack any minute. “Y-Yeah.” 

 Then his hands were slipping away from yours, leaving a fierce shiver to course down the length of your spine at the absence of his touch. He stood close to the curtained window and tapped on the glass once, and you turned your head to the side just in time to glimpse Yongbok pushing the glass aside before he handed over a metal dish that had a small syringe placed in it. 

 You swallowed around the huge lump that was forming in your dry throat. And when Yongbok offered you a sincere, comforting smile, all you could do was nod once before he was shutting the glass door again, pulling the curtain closed to give you and Dr. Lee some privacy. 

 Then it was all happening at once - too quickly for you to even grasp - as Dr. Lee was gently taking Nyx from your grasp and laying her down on the cushioned pedestal. She put up no resistance and nudged her little black nose into the palm of his hands, purring in satisfaction. She had always had a soft spot for the doctor. 

 You stumbled over to her, grabbing hold of one of her paws and squeezing it delicately. You peered up at Dr. Lee through hazy eyes, his face a blotch of color shining through your tear-stained vision. “P-Promise me it’ll be painless, doctor. You- you have to promise me…” Your voice broke off at the end of your words, as you leaned down into Nyx and pressed kiss after kiss into her silky fur. 

 “She won’t feel a thing, Y/N. I promise.” You heard Dr. Lee say before he was moving again, picking up one of her paws in bated silence. You felt his eyes on you, as you cried into Nyx’s warm skin for the last time. 

 “I love you so much, girl…” You whispered, voice barely audible to your ears. Cracking irrevocably. “I’ll see you again someday- so... just wait for me there, yeah?” 

 Then, almost like she could understand your words, Nyx moved her head over to your neck and nuzzled into you, purring lowly. The sobs wracked through your body, as you felt Dr. Lee leaning into her at the same time as you held her close. 

 You squeezed your eyes shut, like if you closed them long enough, everything would disappear. 

 The pain, 

 The loss, 

 The fear. 

And then just like that, Dr. Lee was sighing heavily, a metric ton of agonizing weight in just his breathing alone. “It’s done.” 

 In the blink of an eye, it was all over. 

 You clutched onto Nyx’s languid body, holding onto her for dear life. Perhaps, if you held her long enough, she’d come back. 

 But nothing happened. 

 There was no more purring, 

 Or meowing, 

 Or scratching. 

 Just… 

 Utterly nothing. 

 Silence. 

 And that was the worst part about it all. 

“It hurts,” you began, voice not even sounding like your own from all of the dryness and the crying, “it hurts so fucking much.” 

 You were shaking your head then, still clutching at one of Nyx’s little pink paws. Then you felt arms wrap around your waist, pulling you against a firm chest. Hands clutched at your sides, and you all but turned around to bury your face into the warmth of Dr. Lee. 

 “I know,” he said in a hushed tone, his deep, melodic voice so close to your ear that it sent a ripple of shivers across your skin. “I know it hurts, Y/N, but I’m here…” 

 And then you could do nothing more, 

 As a new wave of grief washed over you, 

 Suffocating the very air right out of your lungs, 

 Drying out your entire being, 

 Causing the dull pain of a bad headache to bloom across either of your temples. 

 All you could do at that point was cry and cry and cry, your entire body violently shaking as you held onto Dr. Lee for dear life. And he made no point of pulling away from you. Almost like, he had planned to be there all along. 

To be continued...

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Cw: personal mental illness venting. Just life bullshit. Can this be a "Get Help"? I just need to know I'm not alone. If reading about someone else's heavy mental shit right now is too much, I completely understand and respect that. Care for yourself first, please, always.

I have a job that requires me to memorize a lot of things, and a badly spiraling mental illness that is making that nearly impossible.

I can't remember much, big or small. I'm touching, hearing, feeling everything through cellophane. It's all a blur. It all feels the same. I can't even tell when I'm hungry. I can't even care if I am.

I just want to sit on the floor and hold a very small kitten or puppy and pet it and hope I can cry because he's just so tiny. It might fix me. Well...I mean...it won't fix me. I desperately need a medication adjustment and I am counting the days until that appointment...and hopefully, eventually, that will fix me.

I'm just trying to hang in there until there's help, and I'm trying to do it more like that motivational poster of a kitten, and less like a noose. I want to stay brave and stay kind and stay grateful in the middle of all this pain...in the middle of what feels like a secret personal apocalypse. I'm not sure how to, but god, I am trying.

I'm trying to ignore the voice in my head that's been repeating the same mantra since I was 12 years old (sometimes whispering and easy to ignore, sometimes screaming as it is now). It always says the same thing. "This is going to kill you someday, and you don't get to know when."

There's a doomsday clock in my head and I don't know when it will strike...when the bombs will fall...if they fall. There's some asshole somewhere leaning dangerously close to that big red launch button.

But I'm still here. I think. Somewhere behind the cellophane, watching the sky for bombs.

I'm sorry to ask. But can we do Get Help?

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[etincelleart]

Just wanted to say thank you here to everyone who wrote me nice words under my last post, or sent me asks, it means a lot and I'm glad I have support. I'm not really feeling answering to everyone at the moment but know that you have my love

I don't think it's really interesting to share that, but I know I shouldn't care too much about all of that, it's Twitter and only a minority. It's just that I'm already dealing with family issues and it added up to the pile right when I was feeling a little bit better, so I kinda crashed hard ngl

Being called out for a mistake, a misunderstanding, without any attemp to listen, read or understand, when you already have been harassed irl when you were younger or when you're fighting with toxic people since a young age just makes me feel so bad and it feels so unfair. Being called out for being someone you're not, when you're actually TRYING to FREE yourself from the very people you're accused to be, is just, idk what word to use, I'm so ANGRY

It's just so freaking annoying when you always try to do your best, to be someone kind and safe, but EVERYTIME people only care about the tiny bad thing you didn't do on purpose and they send their whole army at you like you're a criminal. I'm freaking tired.

Sorry for venting here, I guess I'm just feeling more comfortable here even if in the end I don't really know. Maybe I'll delete that as well, I don't know. Funny thing too is that I thought I could enjoy some NND but in the end I'm just too frustrated. When I'm upset I just find everything related to the topic annoying so I just don't want to care or know anything about it rn. Tbh I'm also frustrated to be called a "RWBY artist" because people knew me when I was drawing a lot of it because of V9, but I'm not. I'm an artist who loves to draw RWBY, but not just that, and at the moment I'm so pissed I want to draw anything but that. I'll finish the requests before it's over, but it might take more time. Tbh find someone else to be NND ceo's because I don't care

Anyway I'm tired to feel like trash but urgh I can't help it, Genshin and Mario Kart make me feel better but I just need to freaking travel somewhere

[bun-z-bakery]

A/N: Sorry for not reposting guys! I'm still sick and I've been a bit busy 😭 but I have time today so ima do my best to repost more while it's still early :3!

I Found You (4)

In a blink of an eye, the porcelain doll vanishes. You look around frantically, preparing yourself to fight, but nothing appears. You take a deep breath and make your way to where you came from. "It's blocked?!" Something or someone decided it would be funny to block your only exit. Examining the room, you realize the wardrobe has been moved, and behind it was a door! You close your eyes.

"Please take me out of this cursed place" you whisper to yourself, closing you eyes as you open the door.

Opening your eyes, you find another creepy hallway. You could've sworn you heard whispers as you you continue on, looking away or ignoring the bloody toys on the ground. It took a while, but you finally managed to get into the only room that might lead somewhere. You opened the red door, revealing an office.

"The only other decent-looking place in this dump." You mutter to yourself, analyzing the office for anything useful, until you notice there is light coming from behind what you assume to be a vent. You use your grab pack to pull open the vent cover

It was already loose?

You furrowed your brows at the thought then made your way through the vent.

Suddenly, you let out a gasp as you remembered "that doll!"

You exclaimed to yourself; she didn't try to kill you, but now that you were worried about this new possible threat lurking around, you had to get out of here and FAST! The vent led to another room; this time it wasn't so pleasant. You look around for any exits, but–

*crash*

you jump and look towards the sound. "Oops!"

It was that little doll.

"Uh, sorry, I didn't mean to scare you,"

she continued. You feel your anxiety fading.

"I was just trying to get the power back on, here!" You stay quiet as she moves out of the way, and quickly you realize whats needed to be done. She seems nice, but you can't let your guard down. For now, you'll just do as she says; she wants the same thing you do. To leave this place and by the looks of it she's been here longer than you have.

Your nerves prevented you from speaking to her; you've only been able to let out a weak chuckle or a smile.

Pathetic

you reprimanded yourself

it's just a living, walking, breathing, talking doll; what real damage can she actually do?

You sarcastically scold yourself.

Finally you make it to your destination. There she stood in front of a large hole, and you finally spoke up.

"What's with this place?" You asked, and she turned to look at you and replied, "Listen, I'm going to need you to trust me–" Before you could register what was going on, she was gone! Her screams faded as something pulled her into that hole. "NO!!" you shouted as your body reacted on its own, jumping down after her.

This has to be where I die!

you thought as you hold onto yourself as you fell. Your eyes shut tight and your body feels light as you continue to plummet down the dark hole, but the motion suddenly stops.

"Wait what?"

You whisper as you slowly open your eyes, fully expecting to be dead

"OH COME ON!" you shout.

The frustration overpowered the terror you felt; you just wanted to go home.

In your head, you run through a list of people you might've wronged during your life. Surely this is a punishment, right?

Well, there was that one time where–

"A new playmate!" You're instantly brought back to the present as you freeze upon hearing an unfamiliar voice. Your stomach drops once you realize the voice is coming from above you.

"Isn't this exciting poppy?"

That thing was absolutely terrifying, and she had her! She had the little doll in her hand!

"Very exciting, mommy!"

She said in a mocking voice, Poppy looked so annoyed. That weird spider creature made her threats crystal clear. Play her game, survive, get the train code, and leave! Easy right? You shudder as you remember her last words before she vanished.

"Obey the rules, or I'll tear you apart and eat your insides while you're still alive."

You managed to get this far; what will an extra push hurt? Plus, you've got someone who needs saving.

"All this just for a train code," you muttered as you continued. You managed to keep yourself at bay with some stale snacks and drinks you found from vending machines you raided. All this physical and mental work will surely take a toll on you soon; you just hope it's when you finally find a place to safely rest.

Entering a new area, you notice the platform in the center. You walk towards it when suddenly bright lights illuminate the area.

"Welcome to musical memory!"

The recorded voice explains the instructions. "Pfft easy!"

You blurt out once the recording is finished,

"I wouldn't be so sure if I were you~" She's here, and your cocky smile vanishes instantly.

"Oh, isn't it amazing? Mommy hasn't seen this place up and running in years!~" You hated her voice and how condescending she sounded.

"Mommy can only imagine how excited Bunzo must be.~"

Bunzo? Another threat... Great

You try to remember if you've seen this character before.

"It's been such a long time since he's been able to play.~"

It's a memory game in a children's factory; how hard can it be?

"To cheer."

I got this!

you nodded to yourself

"To eat." you swiftly look at her.

"To what?!" Your eyes widen.

The sound of cymbals clashing from above fills your ears.

"Oh! That's the dinner bell! Good luck.~" Her voice angers you, making you determined to win her game just to piss her off.

‧₊ ๑˚.・

For a second, everything feels like it's frozen in time. You pant, a smile creeping up on your face after realizing you're the victor.

"Oh. It broke. That's no fun..." You look up at her from behind the glass.

"I win; give me the code," you spat bitterly. "For doing such a splendid job, Mommy has decided to give you part of the code for the train. Look up. Take it."

Your jaw drops as you feel anger rising once again. "Part?!"

You yell at her as if she cares

"That wasn't THE DEAL!"

You bark, only to be greeted by momentary silence

"Mommy was hoping the game could last a little longer. It's ok though. Mommy knows other ways to play with you."

She slips away into the darkness, and you let out a breath you didn't realize you were holding. Not only did you come out as the winner, but now you have someone to piss off for fun.

[hungrywriter]

10 days (Pt.2)

Jobe Bellingham x reader

A/n: @hummusxx @iissza @fleurographist @luvvtrent

I am so sorry for making Jobe a dick. 😭

When the Bellinghams discovered that Jobe had a two-week break, they wasted no time in booking a surprise vacation for the family. Jobe's anticipation grew as he imagined the luxurious destinations they might visit. Would it be the sun-kissed beaches of Hawaii? The vibrant streets of New York? Or perhaps the cultural wonders of South Korea or Singapore? However, when they arrived at their destination, Jobe's excitement quickly turned into disappointment.

Instead of a glamorous five-star vacation, the family had opted for a quieter, peaceful town near the coast. Jobe couldn't help but feel a twinge of dissatisfaction. He had dreamed of attending fashion shows, indulging in six-course meals, and shopping for the most luxurious football gear. These were activities he had imagined doing alone or with his family, free from the incessant pestering of Emma.

Yet, as Jobe explored the town, he discovered that it had its own charm. With its white sandy beaches, crystal-clear waters, and a renowned five-star resort, he realised there was potential for enjoyment and relaxation. Perhaps he could make the most of this unexpected vacation.

Back at the resort, the family settled into their rooms, intending to rest before heading out for dinner. Jobe, still carrying some lingering frustration from his relationship with Emma, decided to vent his emotions by redirecting his dissatisfaction towards something else. He called for the manager to attend to him immediately.

"I want my room cleaned again," Jobe demanded, his voice tinged with irritation. The manager, visibly nervous, stammered in response, trying to assure Jobe that the room had been adequately prepared.

"But sir, I believe my workers have done a good job in preparing the room for your arrival, Mr. Bellingham."

"Well, I did pay for this room, so I have the right to complain!" Jobe retorted, his impatience showing.

The manager reluctantly called for the cleaners to come to Jobe's room promptly. Moments later, a male and a female cleaner entered, the male looking nervous and the female displaying a touch of attitude. They inspected the room, ensuring they hadn't missed anything, but it appeared just as clean as every other room they had tended to. The male cleaner spoke up, assuring Jobe that the room had already been cleaned.

"See, Mr. Bellingham? You have nothing to worry about. My workers have already cleaned the room specifically for you," the manager chimed in, hoping to diffuse the situation.

Unsatisfied, Jobe persisted with his complaints. He insisted that the room be cleaned again and threatened to escalate the matter to the higher-ups, even going as far as to imply that the manager's job might be at stake. It was then that Y/n L/n, the female cleaner, couldn't contain her frustration any longer.

"Hey asshole! Do you think you're the only guest here?" Y/n's voice carried a note of irritation. "We have many other rooms that actually need our attention. If you hate it so much, why don't you clean it yourself?"

Jobe was taken aback by Y/n's confrontational attitude. He glanced at her name tag, silently acknowledging her identity. Turning his gaze back to the manager, Jobe demanded an explanation for her rudeness. The manager, now even more fearful, hurriedly pulled Y/n out of the room, reprimanding her and instructing her to calm down. Jobe could overhear the manager asking her to find somewhere else to cool off.

"I apologise for my worker's unprofessional behaviour. She can be... unpredictable at times," the manager explained as he reentered the room, attempting to smooth things over.

Jobe huffed in response, feeling a mix of annoyance and curiosity about Y/n's outburst. He decided to put the incident behind him and headed out of the room, seeking activities within the resort to distract himself from his mounting frustrations. Little did he know that this encounter with Y/n would mark the beginning of a journey that would challenge his perceptions and open his eyes to the world beyond his own privilege.

[naffeclipse]

Question because I can't stop thinking about Mer style SJ au!

So, I'm terribly curious about how the final confrontation would go in this version! Since they are all organic, I imagine it wouldn't be possible to have an equivalent of the Celestial Wire, right?

It occurred to me that perhaps something with the poisonous spikes could happen, but I think you said their poison cannot harm those related to them, so that would likely not be it. Because in the main verse, in order for Sun to live, Eclipse would have to die so that he can get the celestial wire instead. But a mortal wound inflicted by his older brother would probably not be cured by Eclipse having (or being forced to) give up a crucial part of himself. So would Sun or Moon end up physically harmed by Eclipse in his blind rage? Or maybe something in their environment happens?

Oh, oh! That makes me think that while there is no way to set a building on fire, there certainly are hydrothermal vents that can reach dangerous temperatures! So maybe there could be some volcanic activity about to happen near where they are and Eclipse would be forced to realize that by dragging y/n down with him, and in consequence make his brothers chase after them, that they indeed are all now in danger because of his refusal to leave the darkness behind?

Ahhh, I don't know! Just rambling about possibilities at this point haha XD

Heya, babe!

That's right, no Celestial Wire to be given up here, but I do want to make use of the venomous spikes in one way or another, so I figured that the vigilante might get pricked by Eclipse and end up in dire need of an antidote. There was also a scene I had in mind of Eclipse finally stealing Y/N away and throwing them into a bowl-like rocky outcropping (coincidentally shaped in a manner of a clam) on land to dry them out for a while and see if they change their tune. That would spur Sun and Moon into a frenzy looking for them while they endure that torment.

As for a possible final confrontation, I love the thought of underwater hydrothermal vents being a destination for the final confrontation! Lowkey, I was messing around with ideas for an aquatic equivalent of a cigar for Eclipse and fiddling with him having some sort of magma stick that bubbled. But, I ended up scrapping it because Eclipes's hands were otherwise occupied with the vigilante alsdfjasld

Dragging Y/N down into the dark, only lit by the occasional bursts of boiling hot water and flashes of magma low on the ocean floor, would be an Eclipse move—and somewhere Sun and Moon would know to look. They see the twilight zone just as well as their brother. It would be pretty dramatic in the heated water.

As for the damage done, I see Eclipse giving into a moment of rage and incidentally spearing Sun with his trident. It's a moment of shock, of 'mom said I could never hurt my family but look at what I've just done' and both a flurry of panic for Y/N and total devastation for Moon.

Eclipse, in this AU, would have the chance to save his brother by quickly helping him back to the Reef alongside the vigilante and Moon. When they call for help, they're met with assistance and aquatic plants and special bindings to stop the blood flow and keep Sun stable. It's world-tilting for Eclipse and Moon is terrified for Sun while Y/N is desperately trying to see that Sun is taken care of and that Eclipse doesn't do any more harm.

Sun survives, but he was dangerously close to never waking up again, and Eclipse is shocked to his core. No matter what, he always did everything he could to make sure his brothers would survive, but he didn't. Not at that moment. Not right now. He hates being in the sunlight but he loathes not being near Sun. Moon refuses to let him close. Sun is still barely pushing through. The vigilante is ready to kill Eclipse if he so much as flicks a tentacle wrong, but can't risk upsetting Sun while he's healing.

It's a lot. It's confusing. Eclipse doesn't know what to do but watch Sun recover from the three teeth of his trident that almost stopped his little brother's heart.

[slasher-male-wife]

I've been having some bad days lately, so I was wondering if you could maybe write something about Michael Myers s/o coming home upset so he just lets them cling to him as much as they want. Staying with them until they finally fall asleep on him

Of course I can do this. I've been busy with writing the Halloween event stuff so I'm glad to be back to writing stuff for y'all to read. I honestly don't know what's been really happening with me lately. I just feel really weird and I honestly might be going through a dissosiative episode. I'm getting help for this don't worry I just know how rough things can be. Michael might be a little ooc but I tired to write him from a little bit of a different perspective I guess. But I hope this makes you feel better.

Cling: Michael Myers x gn reader

Warnings: Bit of strong language

You're making the walk back home from a late night at work. Your shifts aren't terribly long, only seven hours. But the work is draining. It's getting you closer to your dream job but still having to deal with loud, rude customers who don't understand that you're only one person not some machine that can make everything perfectly. You don't have any friends to really hang out with either. No one to vent to at all. Everything has just been feeling so very off to you.

Your brain is fogged and your body is bone tired. You need rest and you know that. But it always seems like something has to be done before it grows into a bigger problem. Why does everything have to move so fucking fast. Why can't you enjoy things anymore? Everything is a mess on top of all the world events you need to keep on top of too. Finally you reach your house.

You open your front door and turn on the light. You shut the door and kick off your shoes, "I'm home Michael," You call out, walking into the living room. He's doing his normal thing just sitting and staring off into space, "Hey Mikey." You take a seat next to him on the couch and rest your head on his shoulder. You let out a sigh and shut your eyes. So much pressure has been building up in your life and it's getting to be unbearable.

You just want a break. One day off to finally relax. But you know just because it's Friday doesn't mean that there won't be anymore things to do tomorrow as well. You fight back tears but they're still forming in your eyes. You're tired. Mentally and physically. You need rest but you can't get that with Michael. The most he'll do is what he's doing now, letting you rest your head against his shoulder. Your arms feel to heavy to lift so you let the tears start to fall. You break into a quiet sob, barely moving. Even crying feels taxing to you.

Michael's arm shifts and you sit up, opening your eyes and wiping away the tears, "I'm sorry Michael. I should go upstairs now," Before you can get up Michael's arm is wrapped around you and he's pulling you closer to him. You hear him sigh a little, almost like he doesn't want to be doing this. But you know that nobody can force Michael to do anything he doesn't want to do. He's holding you now because some part of his brain is pushing away the violent thoughts and telling him to hold his god damn s/o. Small tears return as you lead into him more, "Thank you Michael. I'll get to bed in a few minutes I just need to rest a little first." You say slowly turning into mumbles.

Michael keeps his arm wrapped around you as you quickly fall asleep against him. He doesn't mind sitting like this for a few hours. Most of his time in Smiths Grove was spent staring at walls. He likes the warm feeling of your body against his. He's never really felt warmth before he met you. He somewhat enjoyed the hugs you gave him before. Some softer part of him somewhere in his mind. He rarely hugs back of course, but sometimes that soft part gets big enough to where he can weakly wrap his arms around you too. But he doesn't mind sitting here like he was before. Only now he has something better, something warm.

[anti-endo-haven]

you dont need to post this im just throwing it here to like. yap...

i dont think ""shipcourse"" or whatever theyre calling it shouldve been posted on this blog yknow?? like, it should focus on system experiences for anti-endos rather than something that. really isnt relevant and is just stirring the pot

Just posting to explain that I do understand that it might not seem like it needs to be posted here, but it’s also an area to vent. I understand that with it being discourse and something not system related, then it doesn’t really need to be here, but at the same time I also like making sure vents are responded to.

Even if those vents have things that can cause discourse.

It’s no longer being posted here because I’m done with the back and forth. I’m done trying to understand even while staying neutral on the subject.

But even in the future, I’ll still allow people to vent about things that can be discourse related.

The blog was intended for anti-endos to have a place to go for anything they needed and wasn’t made specifically for system experiences. There’s a bit of anti-endo blogs related to system things, and I wanted a place people could go to that was still anti-endo, but allowed different things to be talked about or have the ability to vent while being heard.

It’s relevant to me because… it’s a vent. It started out as a vent. And it’s ending with me putting my foot down. I was also trying to learn and understand as well as get a basic understanding of it, but still.

Even if it “doesn’t seem like it should belong here,” if it’s a vent, it’s a vent and I know what it’s like to be too afraid to go somewhere and not know if it’s okay to vent about that specific thing, so here is where people can do that freely as long as there are appropriate warnings.

I’ll more and likely make it clearer that this isn’t just a space for system experiences later on. I wanted to explain before this ask was long forgotten in the pool of asks. But yeah.

I’ve learned that shipcourse is something that people can throw out of proportion quickly and it won’t be featured here again in detail. Vents that talk about it can still be talked to me, but I won’t post them.

But yeah. No longer having shipcourse here.

[xaloncat]

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[youcouldmakealife]

Dave, Bryce/Jared; attitude

For the prompt: Dave getting a glimpse of Nucks Bryce, that is, happy-go-lucky, cheerful, literal baby kisser Bryce

There is no baby kissing here, alas, and Dave’s seeing Bryce at high alert considering the circumstances, but here continues the slow thaw of two people who have been on each other’s bad side for a long ass time at this point.

Also: Dave POV of the ~revelations!

Dave is not in the best of moods, leaving Vancouver Airport. For one, apparently Brian Foster just decided to make this an even bigger story than it was, and frankly that was already a much bigger  story than Dave would like.

At least they haven’t been blindsided. That was always Dave’s biggest fear, dealing with this sort of thing without having the first idea of what to say or do, or worst of all, not even knowing it was a possibility. He’s got people going off script, but at least that means he had one. Has plans blowing up on him, but at least they had plans, had thought of this eventuality. 

If Marcus hadn’t been as clear eyed and sure as he was that being out was a price he was willing to pay to come to Vancouver, they wouldn’t even be in this position. They might have been in a similar one, though — in hindsight they were only buying time and pushing a problem down the line with that article, and it spectacularly blew up in their faces.

Well, Dave’s face. Marcus and Matheson’s faces. Andreas had argued against it from the get-go, and Dave needs to remember that the reason he pays Andreas the big bucks is that he’s really fucking good at his job. 

Not to mention he understands the whims and ways of the internet better than Dave ever could. Than Dave would ever want to, either. He’ll continue to be baffled, thanks. But next time he’ll also defer to Andreas’ superior knowledge on the matter, because all the reading between the lines he said was going to happen, well. It’s happened. And what was between the lines was a fucking essay, apparently.

Dave goes through all five stages of grief watching Brian Foster’s speech on repeat in a town car into the city. Dave’s with him on every damn point, but he’s also just poured gasoline on the flames Dave has been trying to put out. He’s never wanted to hit someone he agrees with wholeheartedly before, but Foster deserves a whack upside the head and a drink, honestly. Thankfully the conference with Bryce and Jared is tame, and not just in comparison, and Dave can breathe a sigh of relief that they know how to follow marching orders, even if their GM doesn’t.

Dave gets himself a cup of coffee that isn’t airport shit and gives Andreas a call, mostly to vent about what the fuck Brian Foster thought he was accomplishing — that is a man who wanted to be Superman or some shit growing up, Dave can tell. He’s finished the rant and mostly finished the coffee when he gets the proverbial thumbs up from Bryce, and heads over to Chez Marcus Matheson. Usually he meets with clients at a restaurant, but that’s out for obvious reasons, and with neutral ground out — and he doesn’t consider Rogers Arena that — the best place is somewhere away from prying eyes that Bryce feels safe, even if Dave has to intrude a little.

Their place looks different than he thought it would. It’s a condo for one, instead of a big place out in the burbs, but Vancouver’s expensive and they’re close to the arena, so Dave gets that. With apartments and condos Dave’s used to a particular type of young dude decorating, or lack thereof, but it’s not the typical hockey player pad, outside of the framed pucks and the absolutely massive TV, game console and cords tangled around it. Give a guy an NHL contract, the first thing he’s buying a TV as tall as he is. Which — fair enough, honestly. Makes your highlights pop. Dave’s sure it’s more for the killing dudes in PVP, but — also fair enough.

“Nice place,” Dave says, as Bryce watches him look around.

“It’s usually cleaner,” Bryce  says, a little warily, like he’s not sure if Dave’s being sarcastic. He’s not — he has very low standards for ‘nice’ when it comes to the places of his younger guys. Single guys too, and while obviously Marcus isn’t that, it’s a place where two dudes in their twenties are living. As someone who was once that — single, married, and divorced — well. He’s not being sarcastic. “We’ve, been, y’know. Hiding out, like you told us.”

“Good,” Dave says. “Jared’s at the arena?”

“Pregame, yeah,” Bryce says.

Dave would ask if Jared wants to be pulled out, get a few more days to put together his armor, but guys don’t like it if you skip out on games for any reason that isn’t injury or illness, maybe childbirth, a death in the immediate family. If he did ask Jared would say no, even if he did need it, and the coaching staff would get pissed about Dave stepping on their toes if they haven’t already asked him themselves.

“You don’t have to be there tonight,” Dave says instead. It’s one thing for Jared to miss a game, but Bryce can watch the game from home just as well as he can watch it from the press box, and nobody’s going to fault him for ducking out right now. Well, anyone who does probably would make a stink about anything, practically looking for something to hold against him, and Dave doesn’t have any interest in playing to those particular cheap seats.

Bryce is shaking his head before Dave even finishes. “Jared,” he says simply, like that’s self-explanatory, and maybe it is.

“You’re not going to do Jared any good sitting in the press box,” Dave says, then internally winces. It’s not like it isn’t true, but it sounds a little harsher than he’d like, considering the situation. No guy likes sitting there, looking on, and Dave tries to avoid piling on.

“I don’t want people thinking this is something I’m ashamed of,” Bryce says. His tone’s getting sharper, and there’s that stubborn jaw again, the one Dave’s learned at this point there’s no point arguing with.

“It was just an option,” Dave says. “Nobody’s saying you’re ashamed.”

Bryce raises a shoulder, lowers it, something Dave would call a shrug only at a stretch. “I was, though. Like, not of Jared, obviously I’d never be ashamed of him, but like…“

“I get it,” Dave says, taking pity on him when he trails off. “Got to say, Jared’s good for you. Keeps you—“

Dave doesn’t know quite how to finish that, but regardless, he’s good for him.

“Out of trouble?” Bryce supplies after a moment, and Dave has to laugh.

“You think this isn’t trouble?” he asks.

He can see Bryce bristling, the way he always used to, whatever Dave told him always the exact worst thing. Dave swears he used to look for reasons to be pissed off, but then, he was a pretty miserable kid, and with hindsight, it’s not hard to see why. Not hard to see why he’s bristling now either, and Dave can’t blame him for being defensive either.

“Nothing to be ashamed of, though,” Dave says.

“No,” Bryce says, a little slow to agree.

“Let’s go see your boy, yeah?” Dave says, and this time Bryce’s agreement is wholehearted.