#no but why is everyone able to draw perfect circles

[rxmye]

" 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐃𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐄 "

𝐀 𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐍𝐈𝐀𝐂 𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄 — you're his entire world, his only thought, the very illness that has corrupted his mind and body . . .

gender neutral reader / yandere oc x reader / mentions of sleep medication / pathetic yandere / suggestive content / a character slightly aimed towards people with a savior complex

masterlist | requesting rules | character info . . . a/n: edited, Lucas first fanfic is out !! . . click here to read it !! <3

He was someone with fleeting attraction—yet a hopeless romantic, who'd spend most of his class time doodling away in his notebook instead of taking actual notes, writing these scenarios that played out in his mind—tired hazy doodles of small characters, blurry lines of writing, scribbled out text, as he struggled to stay awake—

He had never had a proper sleeping schedule, and if he did he'd never stick to it, a night owl who often faced the consequences of his own actions, sleep medication was something he was all too familiar with, the feeling of being restless without sleep, his nerves always on edge, dark circles under his eyes made him feel insecure, and alarmingly out of character.

He felt something touch his back, he froze, nerves all over the place, a pit growing in his stomach as he turned almost instinctively to face whoever touched him, pushing their hand off harshly . . . "Hey Yoichi . . what's up with you man, why so aggressive?!" Lucas asked . . and then he froze, letting out a nervous and rather embarrassed chuckle, "Ah—um . . sorry Lucas . . just feeling a little tired that's all", he replied softly, voice barely coming out.

To be quite honest, when he first saw you, Yoichi thought nothing of it, he sat at the very back and you for some reason, sat in front of him, not that he minds, you're presence covered him from the teachers eyesight, which allowed him to do whatever he wanted, he was even able to drift off to sleep during that period.

However, it wasn't until he found himself, drawing tiny versions of you in his notebook, little doodles, pink ink staining the paper as he hearted your initials together—his name then your last name . . your name then his last name . . . names of future children—that he realized he was crushing on you . . . big time.

His emotions was fleeting, it had always been, he didn't think much of it . . it was just a simple crush, everyone has one of those, and they go away with time.

Yoichi was a punctual student—and a well organized one—he'd rarely forget his books, much less the notebook with his embarrassing doodles of him and you, it would ruin his image to be quite honest . . yet for some reason he had forgotten it in class today, it could've been his ever-growing restlessness due to a lack of sleep, or maybe the caffeine that's been fucking with his head since early in the morning—he sighed—knocking himself out of his own thoughts, as he twisted the doorknob, hopefully the teacher left the class unlocked.

The door was open, to his utter relieve . . . wait . . . "y/n?", he spoke, taken aback—you were soundly asleep on your desk—you looked so at . . peace . . . calm? . . . Nothing could describe the emotions he felt as he approached you, slowly reaching over to his desk and grabbing his notebook, quickly stuffing it in his backpack—he should go . . , that would be the best course of action . . .

Yet he couldn't . . . he knelt down on the floor, leaning his head on the desk, starring at your face, looking into every curve and line, in his eyes every imperfection just made you even more perfect, the pattern of your breath was soothing to his otherwise restless mind, a soothing scent radiated off of you, and for the first time in months, he felt sleepy . . . like he could sleep without a care . . . everything felt so right. . .—nothing felt displaced or disoriented.

That was the day that started it all, it seems, Yoichi had started forming something that was akin to obsession, he couldn't sleep at all without you—a piece of you—something that reminded him of that calming scent that he felt that day, you calmed his overdriven nerves, you halted his troubles for more than a fleeting moment.

Yoichi knew what he was doing was odd, especially when he found himself picking up the wrapper you threw out, and taking inhaling it, his eyes growing half lidded—he felt like a drug addict—drunk off of you . .

Fleeting touches would tick off his ever delusional mind, a small compliment could set him on overdrive and in the back of his head he knew he was growing addicted, a pit in his stomach grew as he felt slightly disgusted with himself, with the obscene and rather degrading things he'd do, just to get something touched by you.

Lucas stared at his friend, who seemed no better than dead, "Are ya' okay?" he asked, looking him up and down, "You look like a train-wreck", he stated half out of concern and half out of clear disdain and possibly curiosity, "Is it normal?", Yoichi spoke up, taking a gulp of air as he continued, "to want someone so badly that it's hard to explain—like—a part of me feels obsessed, like I feel like carving my own heart out and showing them just to prove my love wont be enough—they could claw out my fingernails—and from where I'm standing, I'd still look at them with only love . . . but at the same time I feel disgusted with the feelings I feel—", Yoichi kept blabbering on, until his friend shushed him, taking a sip of his drink as he jokingly replied, "I mean . . if you love them that much, then their clearly the one . . ."

Yoichi blanked out, as Lucas chuckled, he has no idea how much of his teasing words Yoichi would take to heart that day nor of it's lasting consequences . . .

@ rxmye , do not repost, plagiarize, translate, or adapt my work/theme without prior permission and or confirmation.

[shu-porang-porang]

Kiss It Better

No one knows what a needy kitty he is but you.

Pairs: Lee Minho (Lee Know) / reader (gender not specified)

Theme: just fluff coz I'm such a sucker for fluffy Minnie

Warnings: not proofread

Word count: 0.7 k

You’re in your shared apartment, reading a book on the couch, with Soonie curling up in your lap, purring as you pet him. Except for the occasional mewing of the cats, it’s so quite you can hear your heart beat in your ears. You’re growing restless, can't stand waiting for him anymore, you even stayed a bit longer at work so you’d have to spend less time alone. You look at the clock on the wall, he’s late. As you reach for your phone to call him, the apartment door clicks open and the sound startles Soonie off your lap.

He enters and you hear him dropping his bag on the floor. He shuffles out of his sneakers into slippers and finally appears in your sight.

“Hey jagya” he offers you a tired smile and walks over to you.

“Hi love” you reply as he bends to give you a quick kiss before heading to change his clothes.

He comes back and plops down on the couch next to you. You put your book down and open your arms, inviting him into your hug. He circles his arms around you and buries his face in your chest.

“Tough day?” you ask as you play with his hair and draw circles on the small of his back with your other hand.

“mhmm” he hums hugging you tighter.

“It’s okay baby. Your tough day is over. Now you’re with me.” you keep massaging his scalp and he’s practically purring now.

“You did great today, you always do, and I’m so proud of you.” you finish your sentence with a kiss on top of his head and he looks up at you. His gorgeous sparkly eyes looking at you like a lost puppy melt you into a puddle. The little pout on his perfect lips makes it all the more impossible to resist him. So, you cup his face and kiss the pout away.

“I missed you so bad” he sighs against your lips. His lips get back on yours as if they’re finally where they belong. The kiss is slow and sweet, no hurried or sloppy movements, you both take your time pouring love into it. The moment is so pure and wholesome that overwhelms you.

“I love you so much” you break the kiss to remind him of that.

“I love you more”. It’s probably true.

Of course you fell first, he was a world-renowned idol after all, but everyone who knew him could tell that he fell harder, way harder than you’d ever thought possible. Soon enough you became his safe haven, the main source of joy in his life, the one thing he really cared about. That’s why on days like this, the only thing that could help him get through was knowing that you’d be there for him. He often questions himself how was he ever able to live this stressful life before you? But it doesn’t matter anymore, he doesn’t need to worry about his life without you, the only thing that matters is that he has you now.

Your heart is flooded with love. You lean in to gently kiss his forehead. He closes his eyes with a little satisfied smile on his lips, entirely letting himself go in your arms, basking in the warm glow radiated from your love. You plant the softest kisses on his eyes and then the ridge of his nose, it scrunches up cutely.

“Look at you, my adorable big kitty. How did I get so lucky to have you?” you chuckle lightly. His smile grows wider but he keeps his eyes closed, he wants more.

You generously offer him more kisses, on his temple, on his cheek, around the shell of his ear. You make sure to pepper kisses on every inch of his face. How could you not when he’s being so soft and needy for you?

“Are you feeling better baby?” you ask him, caressing his cheek with your thumb. He finally opens his eyes.

“I do, so much better. Thank you”

“Anything for you, love” you lean in for another kiss before he lays his head on your lap and drift off to dreamland with your fingers in his hair, soothing him even more.

[pdflayn]

BEACH DAY PT. 1 (1.1K)

oscar piastri x reader

summary: Oscar makes sure his girlfriend experiences the perfect vacation in his hometown, Australia. warnings: smut under the cut ! note: this is only part 1, part 2 will be posted once i find time again. reqs r open btw, enjoy!

It was already one in the afternoon and you were all behind the time planned to leave the house. Recently, Oscar had this brilliant idea to have a day or two at the beach with his whole family as a chance for you to be able to bond with them, something you’ve always wished for the moment Oscar asked you to officially be his girlfriend. 

Everyone, excluding your boyfriend, were pretty calm about the situation. Oscar has been walking back and forth in the living room while holding his checklist. You couldn’t help but to chuckle at the sight of him. Little moments like this made you adore him even more. He really wants your stay in his hometown to be perfect. What he doesn’t know is it already is. What you meant by bonding with him and his family only meant to spend time with them even in the comfort of their own home and eat dinner at the table.

“Love, sit down for a bit. You’ve already triple-checked that list of yours.” You whisper to him as you run your hands on his shoulder, trying to ease him. It worked eventually and he flashed a smile to you. “I’m sorry, I just want this vacation of yours to be perfect. Especially since it's your first time here in Australia. Wouldn’t want you to hate the place and not think about going back here now, do I?”

You giggled at his silly remark and placed a peck on his lips. “Silly baby, of course I’d want to go back here. Even if you show me the dirtiest and ugliest part of Australia, I'd still want to go back. It’s your hometown, it’s basically you in many ways so why would I hate it?” 

“Even the spiders?’

“No, Piastri. Not the spiders.” you say as you glared at him and he just laughed as he ruffled your hair. You didn’t mind really, but if it were other people you would already burst in flames. 

After a few more minutes, everyone has already finished packing and finally placed their bags in the trunk of the van. Oscar and his mom were even fighting at first because Osar wanted to drive but his mom won’t let him. Eventually he gave in knowing how much of a mama’s boy he is. The both of you sat at the back of the van, it was your favorite spot in every van because you felt more comfortable since you feel no eyes watching behind you. Aside from Oscar’s of course. 

“Will you ever stop staring at me?” you joked as you turned off your phone. you heard Oscar release a small chuckle and felt him scoot closer to you. you didn't mind at all, physical touch was your love language and he knew that too well. you took it as an opportunity to rest on his chest and close your eyes but Oscar had different intentions. 

As you relaxed on his chest, you felt his cold hands linger on your clothed body. tracing your curves and drawing circles on your back, slowly making its way on your thighs which he had easy access to, all thanks to you deciding to wear your favorite skirt. “Oscar, not here.” you mumbled as you enjoyed his touch but the thought of being caught by his family members is such an embarrassment. 

“Hey, can you get the blanket in ma’s bag? It's cold back here.” Oscar said as he took out his cousin's earphones in front of us. Oscar smiled as he reached for the blanket and gently covered you up as he placed a kiss on the side of your head. “no one will see now, you just need to be quiet if you want me to continue.” 

“Do you want me to continue?” you nodded as a response. “I need words, baby.” 

“Continue please, love.” 

Oscar guided your head to rest on his shoulder as he rested his arm on your waist and his free hand slid under the blanket. you can feel his hands wander around your body, starting from your knees, to your thighs, to your hips, up to your waist, cupping your clothed tits. your breathing hitch as you struggle to be quiet. “Look at you, struggling so hard to keep it down already and I barely touched you yet.” Oscar whispers to your ear, adding fuel to your fire. 

“Osc- fuck!” you yelped as he suddenly pinched your nipple. He responded quickly, covering your mouth with his free hand and chuckled in your ear. “Be quiet, love. you wouldn't want them to know how desperate we are, don't you?” 

You bit your lip, hoping it would help you stop the lewd noises that might come out of your mouth as Oscar slipped his hand inside your panties. His fingers playing with your clit and teasing your hole. “Do you feel how wet you are, love? I can easily put my finger inside you.” he said as he slid two fingers inside you without warning, making you grip tightly on his arm as you battle with yourself to prevent yourself from releasing a moan or a whimper or a whine, you weren't sure anymore what sound would come out of your mouth. But you know it would be trouble if people in front of you heard it. 

“Osc, please.” you whimpered as you felt yourself trembling and clenching around his fingers. “are you near, love?” you nodded quickly, almost sobbing from the feeling. “Of course you are. Look at you, such a needy baby enjoying my fingers. Imagine if it's me inside you and not just my fingers. the sounds you'd make will be heavenly.” 

“Fuck- oscar, i'm almost-” you struggle to complete your words as he adds another finger inside of you, fastening his pace even more. He curled his fingers inside of you, reaching your spot which made you scream. Thankfully, he was fast enough to cover your mouth as he continued to fuck you with his fingers as you reached your high. 

You were left breathless as he removed his hand inside you and licked his fingers clean. 

He took his bag and grabbed a roll of tissue and wiped off a few of the residue left on his finger. He took another sheet of tissue and wiped the tears from your eyes, you didn't even feel it. “I think I stressed you out too much. we both know how much of a screamer you are." Oscar jokes, you slapped his arm with no energy at all. He took some wet wipes from his bag as well and slid his hand back on your underwear and wiped you clean. 

“You can still get some sleep, I'll just carry you to our room when we arrive.” Oscar said as he moved towards the other end of the seat so you could use his lap as a pillow which you were more than happy to do.

[anantaru]

✧ ۫ 𑄼ల۫  ۪ sfw scaramouche boyfriend headcanons

we all know he deserves some fluff in his life 🩰

genre: fluff, gn! reader, kissing, lots of love, gossip boyfriend kuni (my favorite personal hc)

+ ˚ gossiping while cuddling (gossip bf kuni)

without a single doubt, quality time like that one in particular was surely scaramouche's favorite and according to him, nothing else could outbid it either.

and, well, this is what he always aspired, to have you close by his side so you'd be secured and loved forever.

enveloping you with both tenderness and warmth, kuni had placed his head against your own to listen to your incoherent mumbling about your day.

how come your breathing was calming him so greatly? your heart, it sounded so fragile, stirring him on to protect it even further.

more often than not, you'd also ask him to tell you all about his past work place, you weren't sure what made it funnier, the stories scaramouche would come up with from time to time or the way he was telling them to you.

full of disgust and demeanor, it was safe to say he hated everyone there.

from what you can see, it was clear as day kuni loved sharing stuff with you, didn’t matter what it was.

he wasn't eager to do so in the beginning but gradually loosened up to the idea of sharing things with his s/o.

yet in truth, and that goes without saying, scaramouche was actually quite invested in the gossips and little stories you'd tell him, he'd ask more than you would’ve thought he would about them.

the worst, jarring, possible outcome would be for you to leave him on a damned cliffhanger, it was infuriating and irksome, so annoying!

his hands are now tightly entangled in yours and ever so often he‘d draw you closer as well, kissing and worshipping your tender skin while eagerly listening to the continuation of your juicy, hilarious stories.

+ ˚ painting each others nails

as you'd expect from your boyfriend, he'd do whatever you'd want, sometimes scaramouche would complain about it but do not fret, he‘d still do it regardless.

so, if you ask if he could paint your nails because you tend to mess yours up, he'd naturally agree after some bickering like "can you not even do that without me?"

but bear in mind, scaramouche wants everyone to know you're his so, what if, he'd let you paint his nails too now? it'll be a perfect outcome, a so called "win-win" situation.

"be careful!" he's squeaking as you worked your way to his fingernails, gingerly applying the black polish, slowly, you did it slow so you wouldn't mess it up.

important to note and much to your surprise, kuni was actually quite skilled in putting on nail polish on your nails.

"why wouldn't i be able to do this?"

he's shooting you a deadly glare while hiding the obvious flustered state he were in, raising a brow.

"do you humans need to be taught every single little thing?"

here he goes again, well, that was entirely different but you did not bother to speak up, being aware of his nature with words that is.

"you're just that skilled kuni."

making sure to add a little teasing, apathetic lace around your words, you had caught your boyfriend off guard, again.

he's averting his gaze from you fully now to focus on the mission ahead— that being applying polish on the nails of your left hand, but not before snarkily rolling his eyes back at you.

also in true fashion, he‘d complain every once in a while, can you stop moving? he‘s trying to get the job done, duh!

"stop wiggling around like that, you just want me to mess up!"

+ ˚ getting used to being loved

touch, intimacy and love.

three things that weren't as easy for scaramouche as someone might think.

you see, it's quite difficult to trust, to open yourself up to someone and give yourself to them in the process.

for him, it's like he showed weakness that way, something he utterly despised about not only himself, but about humans in the past.

yet as you took his hands into yours, soothing relaxing circles on his palms, the once dampened light in him, suddenly glowed yet again.

you had never seen it before like that. Of course, when scaramouche and you were together, you'd be able to coax out a couple grins or smiles from him— even with him trying to hide them, they‘ll still appear in the end.

but that glow, that damned glow and you couldn't stop yourself from looking into his eyes that shimmered with a bright indigo color.

"is this too much?" you whispered and hummed at him to be sure, not daring to overstep any boundaries or have him overwhelmed.

"yes, i‘m fine."

once, he had answered back, his hands weakly traced over your arms, melting in your skin and drawing themselves all the way to your shoulders, one second - two seconds, before pulling himself back to your hands.

the motion of it was slow and light, for scaramouche it was interesting to see how your body reacted to him.

it was almost addicting to watch and study your facial expressions— how your brows knitted together in concentration, or how he caught you chew on your cheeks as he advanced closer to your collarbones.

all the little details surely would come in handy some day, he figured.

+ ˚ conclusion and his past

truly, he wondered how he had ever gotten so lucky to have you by his side.

was this, again, some cruel trick played out by some god? or was it for one, a lucky encounter he had faced?

scaramouche was certain he'd never get this lucky again, and quite frankly, he didn't want to. His past was filled with both sorrow and hard comings, despair without a way out.

sometimes, while being close to you, while none of you spoke rather only indulged in each others embrace, he can't help himself but be encountered by those dreadful memories again.

it's as if his mind was playing dirty, as if it never let him heal but then, he's looking at you, slightly shaken and you notice, you always do.

and when you're closing the slight gap between your lips, kissing away the grim and distress, kuni had been woken up by you again, stirred from the unpleasant feelings as you reassured him that you will stay, as long as you had to until he had fallen asleep at last.

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[madomens]

Apocalypse mini series- Chapter 3

TW: gore(typical zombie gore), p in v unprotected sex, oral(f receiving), DRUNK SEX(all consensual of course)

side note: this is my first time writing smut so if it isn’t the best, yes it is

“There’s no way you guys thought Noah’s card was funnier than mine!” Folio shouts.

You couldn’t help but chuckle at his outburst, especially considering the winning card was “zombie apocalypse” and the question was “what has been making life difficult at the nudist colony?”

Everyone has let loose more now that everyone is at least tipsy. You haven’t been able to feel this way in years.. Including how the alcohol makes you feel. Looking back and forth between the four of them, you stop as your eyes land on Noah, who’s grinning from ear to ear.

Would it be so bad if you jump his bones right here right now?

Noah hasn’t given you the attention you’re craving, but him calling you “princess” has made you feel some type of way. Thinking of him using “princess” in a more intimate manner makes you squeeze your thighs together to get a taste of some kind of friction.

With the tequila flowing through your system, you have more confidence. When Noah has to go to the bathroom, you decide this is your chance.

“Now that you mention it, it is time to break the seal,” you giggle, getting up from your spot to follow Noah into the shared bathroom.

Folio gives a questioning look but you chalk it up to having too much to drink and continue walking slightly behind Noah, both of you stumbling a bit.

When Noah starts to leave the bathroom, you stop him. With the tequila coursing through your veins, you speak up again.

“I know this may sound like a crazy idea but I was having some thoughts,” you begin.

Noah raises an eyebrow at you, not sure where this conversation is going. “Yeah?”

You take a shaky breath and decide to just spit it out already.

“I’m drunk, obviously. I assume you’re about as drunk as me,” you have the hardest time making eye contact right now because not only has it been a while, but you’ve never had to initiate sex with anyone. He nods his head slowly, waiting for you to finish.

“I’m sure it’s been a while for you. It definitely has been for me. You’re very attractive to me.” Why is it so hard to just say it?

Noah knows where you’re going but he wants to hear you say it. Eyebrow cocked and a smirk on his face let’s you know he just wants you to keep going.

“I think we should hook up,” you finally say, biting your bottom lip a little too hard. “I mean, if you’re down.”

The smirk never leaves his face as he walks slowly toward you and leans down so his mouth is dangerously close to yours. You can smell a hint of tequila and the gum he was chewing earlier.

“Was that so hard princess?” is all he whispers as he brings his lips to yours. The kiss starts out slow but it doesn’t take long for it to become heated, lips crashing together with such need that no one could pull you away if they tried.

Without detaching from each other, you both quickly stumble back into one of the showers. Noah pulls your shirt and bra over your head before taking one of your nipples in his mouth. You let out a low moan at the contact and arch your back off of the cold, tiled wall, practically begging for more.

After four years of no intimacy, who wouldn’t beg for more? Leaving your lips, Noah finally decides to give your aching cunt the attention it deserves as he all but rips your shorts and underwear down your legs leaving you completely vulnerable. He sinks to his knees and palms at your exposed breast.

Noah wastes no time wrapping his perfect lips around your clit and sucking harshly, and one of your hands immediately grips his hair as the other holds yourself steady. “You’re so wet for me princess.”

“Fuck, Noah,” you whimper as you rut your hips against his face, legs shaking. His talented tongue draws small circles on your clit and you grip his hair even harder, trying not to cum already. He can sense how close you are so he slips a long, tattooed finger in your pussy and curls just right, sending you over the edge. You moan his name so loudly, you wouldn’t be surprised if the rest of the guys can hear you. He wraps an arm around your thigh so you keep your balance as he continues finger fucking you through your orgasm.

You regain your vision a minute later and Noah is in the process of removing all of his clothing, leaving him only wearing a gold chain around his neck. Your mouth waters looking over all of the ink that almost completely covers his perfect body. He walks back over to you and gently grabs your face, kissing you again. You can taste yourself on his mouth and the coil in your belly tightens again, thinking of what’s to come.

“You ready?” He asks gently, reaching between the two of you to rub your clit. You hum and lean your head against the shower wall again, reveling in the feeling.

“Use your words,” he halts his movements on your clit earning a groan in protest from you.

You choke out a quick “please” and he turns your body so you’re facing the shower wall, ass perked up as much as you can and one hand gripping the rail. He teases your entrance rubbing his cock up and down your folds before slowly easing into you with a groan.

The sounds of moaning and skin slapping together are the only things you can hear, the echoes bouncing off the walls of the open room. His pace quickens and he reaches a hand around your waist to rub your clit again. With one hand on the shower rail, you instinctively put your other hand over Noahs to feel his fingers playing with your clit.

The feeling of his cold chain against the top of your back along with his fingers and his cock, you know you can’t hold out much longer, overstimulation hitting you in the best way.

Suddenly the creak of the bathroom door rings out as Matt steps in, not anticipating what’s going on in the shower of the shared bathroom. “Oh fuck, I’m sorry,” can be heard before the door opens and closes once again. You aren’t sure if it’s because it’s been so long or if you’re both just really in the moment, but neither of you showed any signs of slowing down. Noah lets out a slight chuckle and continues his thrusts. You can feel him getting sloppier and his fingers losing the rhythm they carried and you can tell he’s close.

You push your ass up a little more and it gives his cock perfect access to your sweet spot, causing a second orgasm to rush through you, clouding your vision once again. Your cunt tightens around him and he let’s out a string of curses as he pulls out and cums on your ass just as you start coming down from your high.

“Holy shit,” Noah breathes out, eyes still closed.

When both of you finally catch your breath, you decide it’s probably a good time to shower. Much to your surprise, Noah cleans you up and even washes your hair for you before taking care of himself. Not much is said while you get cleaned up but it’s a comfortable silence so neither of you mind.

“I do have to wonder why you decided to ask me. I mean don’t get me wrong, I’m so glad you did, but you haven’t shown any interest in me since we brought you here,” Noah finally breaks the silence as he pulls his plain black t shirt over his head.

You nibble on your lip for a second, not really having an answer. “I don’t actually have a good answer to that. Something in me just told me to go for it. There’s something about you I haven’t been able to stop thinking about.”

He chuckles at your confession, turning to face you again. Instead of giving his own input, he just replies with, “ Well you finally got to meet Matt.”

Your face turns a bright red as he reminds you that you haven’t in fact, been introduced to Matt and his first impression of you is seeing you getting railed in the shower by one of his friends. “Oh fuck me,” is all you can say.

“Again already, princess?” He smiles a genuine smile and you could melt into a puddle right then and there. It’s hard to tell if you would have liked him if it wasn’t for the end of the world. You’ve always been more into guys who dress like they’re about to go to a business meeting, and this is for sure not him. But there’s just something about the way Noah carries himself that you can’t seem to stop thinking about, and the fact that he’s one of the most beautiful people you’ve ever laid eyes on. There’s something about a man who is so unapologetically themselves that’s such a huge turn on.

You choose to ignore his comment and decide now was the best time to introduce yourself to Matt before the liquor starts wearing off more than it already has. Maybe one more shot first?

Walking back up to the guys, all of their eyes land on you and Noah, each with a hidden smile on their faces, apart from Folio. You finally see Matt, who looks nearly the same as the rest of the guys; straight out of Hot Topic.

A blush returns to your cheeks as you try to hide your face with your long, wet hair.

“Don’t be shy now. I’ve already seen everything you have to offer,” a new voice sounds. You start to think maybe going outside in the middle of a zombie apocalypse would be better than this conversation. You look up, slightly moving your hair out of your face to see Matt with a huge smile on his face. “I’m Matt. You must be y/n I’m guessing.” You give a tight lipped smile in response.

Folio doesn’t look up from his drink during the entirety of the conversation, you notice. Jolly and Nicholas don’t say anything, but the looks on their faces tell you everything you need to know.

Noah walks to Matt and gives him a hug, asking him where he’s been, as if he didn’t just see him pounding into you relentlessly.

“Just needed to chill out for a few hours.I Thought I would come back and get a shower but it was occupied,” he lets out a laugh. At least he isn’t mad about it like you assumed he would be. You take your spot back at the long plastic table and chug the rest of your drink, trying to forget this ever happened. You pick up your cards and pretend to read them over while Noah and Matt converse about the days happenings.

“So,” Jolly starts. “You’ve met Matt now.” You look up from your cards to give Jolly a quick smile and hum lowly.

Folio clears his throat and stands up from the table, stumbling a little as he starts walking toward the furniture store. “I don’t think I can hang anymore, guys. I think I’ll just call it a night.”

Everyone says their goodnights to Folio before he retreats to his own bed.

“Is he okay?” You nudge Nicholas with your elbow to get his attention.

He looks at you in the middle of stacking the black cards together to put the game away. “Oh yeah he’s fine. He’s an early bird most of the time,” he shrugs it off.

You start helping Nick by grabbing all of the white cards you can see and stacking them together.

After everything is back in the box, everyone hangs out for another 30 minutes or so before it’s time for everyone to go to bed. You and Noah hang back for a minute at his request and your first thought is he’s about to tell you that should have never happened and he regrets it.

Instead, he pulls you in for a quick peck on the lips. “I think we should make this a thing,” he smiles slyly. You furrow your eyebrows and nod your head slowly. How could you possibly say no to the best sex you’ve ever had?

“I think we should. But I also think we shouldn’t continue if either of us starts catching feelings. This is the end of the world; I couldn’t let feelings get in the way of my safety and neither should you,” you point out.

He agrees wholeheartedly and both of you return to the bedroom for much needed rest, in your own separate beds of course.

Waking up before the other guys, you decide this is the best time to get a quick shower. You grab your clothes and a new towel and hit the shower, letting the hot water relax your tired muscles. You, Noah, Nicholas, and Matt are going by the cabin you were staying in to get the rest of your supplies today so you’re probably getting two showers today. You aren’t complaining, because GOD have you missed showers.

“There you are,” Noah smiles as you walk back into the bedroom. You give him a small smile in return and throw your hair up in a bun since you’ll be going out today.

“Do you know when we’re heading to the cabin?” You question right as Folio walks into the room.

He strides across the room to grab his fishing gear and mutters a quick “hey” before walking out.

“Uh it shouldn’t be too long. Matt and Nicholas are getting a few things ready for the road. I’ll go check in a second,” he walks closer to you and you freeze for a minute. He grabs a piece of hair you missed and wraps it around your bun, letting his hand linger on your cheek for a few seconds. Even the smallest touch was enough to make you shiver.

“Thanks,” you respond, blushing again. He walks away to see how Matt and Nicholas are doing, leaving you alone with your thoughts.

It’s about an hour walk to the cabin you were staying in so you all packed plenty of supplies for the walk. Halfway there, you stumble onto a small horde, around thirty zombies. Thankfully, there are four of you so taking out thirty dead ones wouldn’t be too difficult. You notice one of them sneaking up behind Nicholas as he’s busy killing the ones in front of him, so you act quickly. Right before it’s about to bite him, you quickly finish off the one you were working on and rush to stab the monster in the head.

Nicholas turns swiftly, nodding a thank you for saving his life before getting back to finishing off the few in front of him. After killing all of the zombies and making sure there aren’t any strays, Nicholas pulls you in for a hug.

“Thank you for saving my ass back there. I owe you one,” he gushes.

You pull away and wipe your knife on the leg of your pants. “Don’t mention it. We really should start looking for a vehicle so we can worry less about this kind of thing.”

“Everyone okay?” Matt asks, checking for bites and scratches on his arms. Everyone checks themselves and after seeing that no one was hurt, continues on to the cabin.

You finally make it there after what feels like a year later. In a weird way, you kind of missed being there. Being alone wasn’t always the best but you didn’t have to worry about other living people and their feelings as well as your own. The makeshift bed you made is untouched and everything looks exactly the way you left it. Nicholas and Matt get to work gathering the remaining food, water, and medicine while you have your own mission.

You grab the baby blue blanket off of the bed admiring it for a minute. The once soft material has turned into a scratchy, coarse piece of fabric. It belonged to your dog, Taz, who you lost at the beginning of the apocalypse and it’s all you have left of him. Most people would probably not bother coming back for a silly little blanket but Taz was everything to you. He was all you really had for years so when you lost him, it turned your world upside down all over again.

Noah notices your red, watery eyes and walks up beside you putting his long arm around your shoulder. “You okay princess?”

You snap out of your thoughts and wipe your eyes quickly responding with “yeah, sorry.” He gets a feeling that you don’t really want to talk about it so he doesn’t push you any farther, just rubbing your shoulder with his tattooed hands.

Nicholas and Matt basically did all the work themselves while Noah was busy looking through the books on the old bookcase in case he found one he hasn’t read yet. They don’t really mind, afterall, free food and water so who can complain?

The walk back to the mall isn’t nearly as bad as before and for that, all four of you are grateful. Being covered in blood and guts isn’t exactly the way you like to spend your time but this is the world now. It’s better than being one of those things chewing on people like they’re nothing.

Back at the mall, Folio and Jolly have their catches of the day laid out on the ‘Chik-fil-a’ counter in the food court. They definitely had some luck out there because not only are there around 15 decently sized fish, there is also a deer they must have gotten to before the zombies did. Do any of these guys even know how to skin a deer? If anyone, you’d think it would be Folio since he seems to have the most knowledge in these types of things.

Staying at the cabin on your own for so long, you taught yourself how to skin smaller animals like rabbits and squirrels, but never game as big as deer.

Matt and Nicholas take turns high fiving Folio and Jolly, who look very pleased with themselves. You decide to take your second shower of the day to get the blood and dirt off of you, but not before Noah invites himself to shower with you.

“Room for one more?” He asks slyly with nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist. Even covered head to toe in blood that isn’t his, he’s still so beautiful.

You nod and move over slightly so he can get into the shower with you and he immediately starts washing your back. You can’t help but wonder who will be the first to catch feelings with him doing sweet things for you mindlessly. Probably you.

After both of you are clear of any more blood on your bodies, you turn to face him to see him already looking at you with those gorgeous brown eyes. His smile is intoxicating and as much as you hate to admit it, you may have already started catching feelings in the short amount of time you’ve been around him. He leans down to kiss you in the gentlest way possible, making you weak in the knees. There isn’t any rush to this kiss unlike the one you shared the last time you were in this position. This one was slow and sweet. You could taste the faint mint from his toothpaste as he slipped his tongue into your mouth causing you to let out a low moan.

“We should probably let everyone else shower,” you state as soon as you pull away from his kiss. As much as you want him to throw you against the wall, you’re sure Nicholas and Matt are uncomfortable sitting around smelling like yesterday's ass.

“Jeez took you long enough,” Nicholas teases as you and Noah finally walk back out to the hangout area. “Matt was scared to go in there again.”

Noah laughs and playfully shoves Nicholas. “Don’t worry, it was just a shower. Conserving water,” he winks and turns to smile at you.

You walk over to where Folio is preparing the fish him and Jolly caught earlier. “Need some help?” You ask, startling him. “I’ve gotten pretty good at skinning smaller animals but it can’t be too different from a deer, right?”

“Sure,” he replies after a few seconds and smiles one of his toothy smiles you haven’t seen in a few days. “I’ve actually been meaning to talk to you.”

anywayyy lmk what you think

love u❤️❤️

[00127am]

signed with love and forever yours, sion

postage. oh sion & gn! reader, no warnings! cost to ship. 588 words

it's the one year anniversary of the forty-second time i saw you. the time at the wharf. when the wind was blowing your hair back out of your face and you clutched your friends jacket tighter around your shoulders. a jacket i wish was mine. a jacket that i later found to wish was my embrace. it was cold that day, raining and with a wind that was quick to kick up the smell of salt from the ocean. you said it was your favorite weather. your favorite smell. sea salt and rain. my favorite everything is you.

if i told sakuya or ryo about the forty-second time i saw you, i'm sure they would do nothing but tease. laugh at the fact that i know each and every moment spent with you, those before our relationship (like the forty-second), those in the interim (the sixtieth), and those after (like the ninety-third). they would say it's cheesy and that there is no way that i can remember every encounter. but i do, when it comes to you. because if i didn't, if i couldn't, then i'm not sure that there would be much else worth remembering.

i've always been forgetful. you know this. constantly grabbing my keys and turning off the lights from each room i enter (each room that i forget why i'm in in the first place). and i hate it. you know this as well. because i find it cruel that we can forget things so easily. i hate forgetting beautiful things. i hate forgetting you. and that's why every second spent with you, thinking about you, is committed to perfect recollection. so i'll never have to forget the most beautiful part of my life and you won't hold the responsibility of reminding me (though you do remind me with every thing you do).

i'm looking forward to seeing you. our two hundred and ninetieth time meeting. and i pity everyone else who fails to cement every moment spent with you. because i revisit them all.

about sion's love letters.

sion's letters are carefully planned with clear, elegant cursive and tidy breaks in paragraphs. he writes them slowly, thoughtfully, in one sitting from start to finish. there's the rare spelling mistake or misuse of a word which he scribbles out, the only flaw on the page. every prose reads sweet, lovingly, and you can hear it in his voice. from his lovesick lilt to the low roll of his vowels from the back of his throat.

he writes in a diary, circling around and underneath fawning, preserved flowers and sparse junk that he presses in between the pages. items and scraps from his daily life that only he would be able to make so beautiful, sticking to the creases of the pages and hanging off ever word. when he sends them to you, he sends you the entire book so that you can read his latest entry (and the five or seven which came before it, additionally new, because he can't seem to stop writing for you).

sion's always looking forward to when you send it back to him. he loves your scribbled drawings and notes within the margins. the way you highlight certain phrases of his and fill at least three pages with all of your endearing love in return. he looks forward to flipping through the things you added, whether that be a bookmark, an order tab, or a candy wrapper. his diary is filled with pieces of love from both you and him, his most prized possession.

your mailbox

🧾 © 00127am 2024

[some-little-infamy]

Going Public

(Read on AO3) (Femslash February prompt: "I never said that")

Robin watches Chrissy from the bleachers. There’s a notebook in her hand, and she’s holding a pencil against the empty pages, but she isn’t actually getting any schoolwork done. In fact, she’s mostly just doodled some random shapes here and there to make it look like she wasn’t just blatantly staring at the cheerleader while she practices, even though she and Chrissy both know that’s all Robin’s doing. She isn’t exactly subtle about it, not that she wants to be.

She just needs to be subtle enough that the other cheerleaders don’t catch on. Robin loves being able to watch Chrissy out in public like this, and she wouldn’t dare risk it by having someone else notice, or catch on that the two of them are anything other than casual friends. That might even be too much, Robin thinks.

She doodles a circle, and then a triangle, and then… something that’s meant to be a stop-sign sort of shape, but the sides are too uneven and wonky to be anything recognizable so Robin draws lines out from each corner that turn the entire bottom of the page into some massive chaos scribble.

There’s the sound of a whistle and the cheerleaders wander away from their practice area, some breaking off into smaller groups to talk, others grabbing water bottles. Chrissy gives Robin a small wave, and Robin nearly drops her pencil and notebook with how quickly she raises her own hand to return the gesture, catching them just before they fall through the opening in the metal by her feet.

Chrissy laughs. Robin made Chrissy laugh. Yes, it’s at the expense of her klutziness, but she’ll take it.

What she won’t take is the way the girl next to Chrissy look from her and up to Robin, before pulling a face like she just smelled rotten cheese before turning to whisper something to Chrissy. Robin looks down at her notebook quickly, face flushing. Shit. She starts to gather her things hastily into her bag, pages crumpling with the haphazard way she shoves everything together just to get out of here as quickly as possible.

Except before she can leave, Chrissy’s jogging towards her, seemingly uncaring of the looks that follow behind her back.

“Where are you going?” Chrissy asks, frowning. “Away,” Robin mutters. “I’m sorry. I know you wanted to keep us a secret and I fucked it all up-”

“I never said that,” Chrissy says, stopping Robin in her tracks.

“Well, I mean, sure. But you didn’t have to. You’re popular, and a cheerleader, and-” “And I like you, Robin. I thought you were the one who didn’t want people knowing!”

“You… I… what?” Robin sputters. The world feels like it’s spun her around a dozen times and dropped her upsidedown. This is bizzaro land, some sort of weird, opposite timeline. It has to be. There’s no way that Chrissy Cunningham is standing in front of her - in front of every single Hawkins High Cheerleader - and saying she wouldn’t mind if people knew they were together.

“I’ll tell everyone right now if you want me to,” Chrissy doubles-down, already moving to turn back around and face the field.

“No!” Robin says instinctively. Does she want to? Hypothetically, she’d give anything to be able to just hold hands and kiss Chrissy in the halls between classes, or actually be seen going out to lunch on weekends instead of always going over to each other’s houses to ‘study’. But that also means… well, it means people knowing. People who won’t be as kind about it as Steve was. Robin thinks she can handle it, but she doesn’t know if Chrissy really understands what they may be in for.

Robin isn’t sure Chrissy’s ever faced a single moment of criticism in her life. Why would she, when she’s so perfect, inside and out?

“No?” Chrissy asks, her face falling.

Shit. In that moment Robin realizes that she’s absolutely overthinking this. After all, this isn’t her decision to make for Chrissy, only for herself. Robin may not have been sure before, but she’s certain now; if telling people wipes that frown from Chrissy’s face then there’s nothing Robin wants more.

“I mean, I don’t… not… want you to tell everyone. But maybe just later and a little less spectacle-y? If you really want to? I’ve been dying to tell Steve,” Robin admits. “And we can go on dates! Real dates! Not that we weren’t really dating before, but-”

“You’re lucky you’re up on those bleachers right now, Robin Buckley, or I’d simply have to kiss you to stop that precious nervous rambling.”

“You could come up here,” Robin points out.

“Chrissy!”

The call comes from one of the other cheerleaders as they gather back up into their practice formation.

“I suppose you’re safe for now. Stay to walk me home after practice?” Chrissy asks.

“Absolutely,” Robin promises.

This time, when the other cheerleaders look on with surprise as Chrissy turns to blow Robin a kiss from back on the field, Robin finds herself flustered not out of embarrassment, but out of pure joy.

Robin smiles, and realizes that she’s going to like this public dating thing even more than she first thought.

[desultory-novice]

As fun as The Angst(tm) is, I really hope the Dead People Gang aren't just, like. Trapped in Turbohell Kirbohell forever. For some reason, my thoughts instantly went to Void Termina - Since Void Termina is implied to be reincarnated as a good guy after their defeat as Void, I thought it would be interesting if they got a glimpse of everyone hanging out in the afterlife between the "blowing up" part and coming back as not-as-evil. Plus, now I've got a really funny mental image of that coming up in casual conversation Kirby/Meta/Dedede/some other protagonist and Kirby finding out and deciding "sounds like more potential friends! time to go to hell" to try and (somehow) save them

My own brain was putting a Charlie & the Chocolate Factory style spin on it. They CAN all come back, just...

Sectonia: ...once the Dream Stalk goes to seed

Max: ...once his brain is finished defragging (...or see Seto Kaiba in the manga version of Yugioh)

Magolor: ...when someone succeeds in breaking the crown

Marx: ..."User 'Marx' can rejoin the game in 87,600 hours"

Links to the rest of the mini-series:

Part 1″A Beautiful Sunset” Part 2 “The Sun Never Sets” Part 3 “Screams of Joy”  Part 4 “Visitors” Part 5 “A Perfect Circle”

Relevant: “Conditional” [You Are Here]

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That said, your bit at the end about "Let's go to hell and rescue everyone!" is partially why I followed this story to its current, silly (?) conclusion! I know it's sounded / looked / been depressing, especially for poor, poor, poor Magolor, but I meant what I said in the tags about drawing this helping me get over some of my own True Arena-induced trauma......

(continued below)

<PS: To the Anon who asked about the Void beach pic? Your answer is here too! Sorry to make you go through all this to find it!!>

...Ahem!

I -liked- the idea of Mags and Marx having come back from their Soul experiences and have used it as fuel, but it honestly bugged me that they seemed to survive when Sectonia and Marx were still MiA...from the same thing? (I get that Max's brain is DELETED but what about his body? I always imagined that even though Star Dream blew up, the "pilot's seat" so to speak was preserved. But...

Basically, even if I could come up with reasons why the other two "didn't" survive, I could never come up with a reason why Magolor and Marx DID outside of "popular characters." ...Not to be too hypocritical, as I'm a dedicated fan of said "popular characters")

But there being a version of Magolor Soul who doesn't "get better" weirdly makes me feel quite a bit better about the other Soul victims. Because... maybe we could be building up to something with them? Maybe there IS a chance for them to come back now, or be saved, like you said. If they're all kinda in the same way...??

(Heck, I probably would have added Galacta as a visitor to the superhell-theme park if I had ANY experience with drawing them.)

Speaking of "the same way" the reason I'd always assumed Marx followed the pre-remake Mago path because they were both in Star Allies, but if there's a version of Magolor who isn't saved, I've started to think that True Arena Marx Soul (:cough: the only form of Marx Soul :cough:) wasn't saved either. Which is both very sad but also, gives me the same sense of hope/unity as the above!

I had a legit "...aww, darn...!" moment last night as I was finishing this up when I realized Fecty's soul was safely under Efly's care and they wouldn't be able to join the theme park enjoyers... Of course, the very idea of an Attraction to delight and amaze would probably trigger Fecty's trauma, putting them in a worse state than Magolor.

Void's also not available to go to the park, sadly.

Speaking of...!

Here you go, anon!

[silviakundera]

Empresses in the Palace ep 13

I really like bestie Meizhuang's practicality and no-nonsense style. Too bad she's definitely gonna die (since her name isn't Zhen Huan). Honestly, she and ZH should be the perfect team: ZH is the right amount of paranoid and distrusting, bestie is more pessimistic and calculating. But I think the flaw is, they're too permissive of each other. I mean, they give advice but aren't adamant and demanding about it. If you're really gonna say you're sisters, BE BOSSY ABOUT IT. smh

Tapping in Ling Rong was smart. I never agreed with them not keeping her close.

Poor Fourth Prince. It's both a terrible idea to get associated with a kid the emperor hates... and I wish Zhen Huan could afford to openly care about him. Seems like a good kid.

ZH loosening up when she thinks no one is watching and being playful with her maid is THE SADDEST THING because you are struck that this is the real her. And she has to hide this person at all times and walk a tightrope in the proper concubine act. Even with Meizhuang she is all politeness, isn't so free & easy.

Meet cute with the real Prince Guo. Except this is a horror story, so no such thing. "You must not tell this to anyone. Otherwise, I'll have no burial ground for my body."

I love the old consort. She just straight up leaves the party all, 'I've seen enough drama in my day. Too tired for all this bullshit.'

If she can see it clearly, why can't the emperor? tbh I think he can too. It just doesnt threaten or affect him so he doesn't care.

Hell workplace dinner where everyone is drinking bored, so they've ganged on someone for entertainment. Everyone is salivating at the spectacle of the protagonist embarassing themselves. So of COURSE protagonist will shock everyone with their Secret Special Skills���. It's a very cliche trope but I think most viewers would have to admit that WE LOVE IT. We all eat this shit up with a spoon.

Ep 14

IM SCREAMING. Hua Fei, I pledge fealty. Marry me. "Consort Fleur, what is the matter with you?" Wavering, coughing, making indigestion faces: "I have no greviance over anything. I lost my composure because I was overcome with emotions watching Lady Sourire's performance." The emperor keeps being like, oh REALLY babe but you're basic. When did you start liking poetry? and babygirl puts her whole pussy into it. 👏👏 Girlboss gaslight gatekeep.

ZH really out here eager to co-parent with Meizhuang and ready to rush back from kissing the emperor's ass. I know she legit was into him (why??) at the start but I feel like reality has set in and she's just playing the part now. She's drawing her and Meizhuang's names together with a heart in her Lisa Frank notebook and planning how to spend their golden years together after they pop out a couple kids.

Hua Fei, the light of my life, breaks down the politics of it all. She's very savvy and will be a near impossible opponent to defeat - unless, of course, you have the protagonist halo. or if bro starts losing battles.

Empress pops in to remind us that being the CFO also sucks. Endless, tireless smiling and benevolence. You can't even throw a coquettish tantrum or two for the luz.

The ghost of the empresses's sister that the emperor loved most lingers yet again. Did the empress kill her sister? The thunder & lightening say yes.

The mess with Ling Rong's dad and the pull of Hua Fei's brother great examples of how the harem struggles aren't really about 'a bunch of sad women fighting over a man'. Being in the harem is entering a circle of power and influence. Yes, the concubines aren't supposed to 'discuss state affairs' but that's a rule made to be circumvented. Pleasing the emperor can make him reward your noble family and factions of the harem are connections within powerful noble families. Because Ling Rong is there, even though the emperor doesn't remember her name she has strings to pull. Whether it works out this time for her, it's a recourse she wouldn't have otherwise. And Meizhuang is able to go straight to the emperor's residence and get an update on the situation and counsel from the head eunuch. They have influence and control beyond what other citizens have.

[of course, we can't forget the prize for this hunger games is the biggest of them all -- NO, not some royal dick, but having your kid be the next emperor. Putting your family in the history books forever as part of the dynasty. Potentially changing history.]

[that's why I don't mentally categorise Story of Yanxi Palace as a harem drama. That's the setting, true, but Yingluo enters of her own will and it's due to her revenge quest. She isn't advocating for or protecting her clan and has zero intent to climb the ladder, but is acting in revenge of her sister, then her sworn sister empress, then her bestie. Then she inadvertently falls in love with her frenemy emperor (of all things!) and wants to accompany him, despite her terror of childbirth. She has no interest in the throne for herself, her clan, or her kids. She's playing the game all the wrong way, because she's not playing it at all - her goals aren't aligned to anyone else's. That is the delight of Yanxi Palace; she's dropped into everyone else's harem drama with a metaphorical sword on her back, the unpredictable engine of chaos in this carefully choreographed dance of waxing and waning power & influence.]

Empress really shows off her skills in this episode. No one actually knows how hard she tried for Ling Rong's dad but she has the position to get away with advocating, without losing much. And she gets their gratitude and steers them towards fighting my gf Hua Fei in her stead. Empress was the biggest winner in this incident.

ZH on her way there, as she expertly manipulates the emperor by commenting on state affairs without actually directly discussing them. She's smart to be hiding the depth of her education and only bringing it out when necessary.

Damn she's really playing the "you're my ✨husband✨" card for all it's worth. And we can see that, for now, it's worth a lot.

The maid making the play for the emperor's interest with the lotus blossoms is the Soon to be Evil half-sister, right?

[werechampions]

Lottie never actually talks to the team about her diagnosis. Her official diagnosis is not known to anyone prior to the crash because of her father's insistence. Rumors float around the gossip mill, in the halls of the high school as well as within the Matthews' social circle. Everyone knows that there's something off about Lottie, but it's not known that she's schizophrenic. She never brings it up in the wilderness either because she doesn't really see the point, even though again, everyone can kinda tell there's something weird about her.

The truth comes out to the general public while they're gone, or maybe shortly after the rescue. Maybe some overzealous reporter trying to get some kind of scoop finds out and publishes the information as some sort of sensationalist piece. It's the exact kind of front page story that tabloid magazines would love. We also know that post-rescue, Lottie is catatonic for months at least and shipped off to Switzerland before having the opportunity to talk with anyone, particularly people from the team, so they spend all this time only ever getting information from whatever sources reporters have (which likely aren't the Matthews lbr).

So basically for over two decades, Lottie's schizophrenia is used as a scapegoat, both by the public and privately by the survivors. Once people hear about her diagnosis, it colors everyone's perspective in a way that prevents her actions from ever being separated from her illness. They attribute all of that trauma to her illness, somehow both infantilizing and villainizing her in the same breath. Even though the larger world will never know the extent of Lottie's role in the wilderness as the (first) antler queen or how she "started it", there's always going to be stories about the crazy girl that got institutionalized after getting rescued from a traumatic experience, and people will draw their own assumptions about what that means.

But it's important that Lottie has never really had the opportunity to talk about her mental illness with the others, and their perspective of it is built entirely off their own internal biases and what other people have said about it, not what Lottie herself has described. By the time the team reunites 25 years later, she sees no reason to really re-hash the past when it's clear that they still blame her. She also blames herself because she has also come to believe that narrative spun by others, so she's fine with shouldering that blame, particularly if it means helping them process, just as she always has. She's an unreliable narrator (as most of them are) but in a large part because she's never been able to trust her own mind, so she trusts doctors and her parents and what they say because why shouldn't she? And if that ain't a perfect allegory for how the way mental illness is portrayed despite the fact that people with mental illnesses are way more likely to be abused/assaulted than to be the perpetrator.

[bcnedaddy]

Jack Skellington // Thirty-One // Cursed Human // Novelist

Having no recollection of a life before Evermore has made Jack wonder, many many times, how the curious little town of magic works. Why does he not remember? Who knows the truth? Why do others that aren’t him remember their lives? And, why are they stuck? No matter how many times Jack has studied, tested hypotheses, etc… he cannot for the life of him stick his finger on the answer. It drives him a bit mad sometimes, locked away in his bedroom with a drawing board with strings going every which way, but he hasn’t let it take control of him. Not yet. 

He is the most particular type of man. About what he eats or wears. He prefers sweet to savory and classy to casual. He’s the most organized unorganized person you will ever meet. Where’s his favorite fountain pen? Lodged between his thesaurus and overread favorite novel on the shelf of his nightstand. His clothes are organized, but not by color because it’s mostly neutrals or shades of black. He keeps all of his writing utensils in one spot, but doesn’t separate black from red ink pens. His garbage and recycles are separate, but he couldn’t remember garbage pick up day if his life depended on it. So, he tries but he’s always been a bit chaotic on the inside. 

Autumn has always been his favorite time of year and for some reason Halloween is a huge deal to him. (Of course he loves Christmas time as well, but Halloween will always have that special place inside of his heart.) He goes all out for the holiday. He spends months planning his costumes and the last weekend of September decorating. He knows Zane and Sal don’t mind and they always join in on the fun. 

Horror is his favorite genre and he indulges in all things spooky and scary. Games, movies, shows, books, etc… His favorite of each has a horror element to them all. He also enjoys scaring people and is damn good at it. He’s got a real knack for startling people out of nowhere and going a bit far sometimes with his frightening tactics. He wouldn’t necessarily call himself a prankster because most of his antics are harmless, but there are times he goes that extra mile.

He’s not a bad person. That doesn’t mean he’s wholly good either though. He’s made mistakes, just like everyone else, and sometimes they weren’t the greatest. Not necessarily the ‘live and learn’ type but the ‘dwell on and regret.’ He drifts somewhere between good and morally gray, sometimes leaning more one way or the other. It depends on te day.

His relationship with his roommates/best friends are the best it could ever be. He adores both Saaliha and Zane with all his heart and would do quite literally anything for them. He’s very loyal to those he cares about. 

He’s the type to find an interest, hyperfixate on it for a month, then forget about it and move on to another. It’s a vicious cycle until he’s come full circle and is back to square one with the first interest that he found. His curious nature is always making him explore new avenues.

Jack is very obsessive. When he loves something he goes all out. He has a huge bookshelf with half of them organized by the author, but is far too antsy and unorganized to finish the project. Even the novel he’s been trying to write for ages. He can’t find that perfect puzzle piece to get it just right. He wants to write a successful book with suspense and thrills, but he always goes back to his dreams about the strange town beyond the forest with scary monsters and mischievous little devil children and writes about that instead. Some days he wonders if he should just give up on his dream and write some elaborate fantasy story about that town, but he doesn’t want to be a sellout either. If there were just some way to perfectly combine the two then Jack would be able to pull it off. 

A very charismatic man that has not dated in far too long. He’s very charming and polite, but when it comes to hookup culture he’s cautious. He indulges sometimes, but it’s not a regular habit. It’s rare he brings someone back to his apartment, out of respect for Saaliha and Zane. In all honesty despite his charms and such he isn’t really looking for a relationship. He’s far too focused and caught up in his own troubles like writing his novel while trying to make a living ghostwriting, or figuring out his own dreams. 

He carries a messenger bag everywhere he goes with his laptop, notebook, and various other small things he might need but has never really used. Sometimes he forgets his wallet though. 

Jack is sometimes quick to anger but the last to ever raise his voice. He’s an enthusiastic person so sometimes he does yell, but for a good cause! He doesn’t ever scream at people, and on the rare occasion he does it’s for a damn good reason. 

Aquarius sun, Sagittarius moon, Libra rising

[pink-princess-pussy-pop]

I'm not sure if you do requests but I kinda wanna see Peter get sick as an Orderly? Like maybe Dr. Brenner keeps forcing him to work as punishment for something he's done and you aren't allowed to help him so you just do it like really subtly? (Say: giving him something warm to drink in the lunch room or maybe even sneaking him so meds)

Then at the end of the work day you sneak into his room and take care of him a bit, maybe cuddle, pet his hair until he falls asleep.

If you are able to do this that would be awesome!! Thank you!

Sick

This is so so pure omg.

hope you enjoy:)

warnings: none i think? some language, peter being vulnerable... fluff and brenner is an ass

he's so pretty ahhhh.

Martin Brenner was usually understanding about his employees calling out of work when sick, especially with his 001, Peter Ballard.

Peter rarely got sick or injured but on those occasions, Dr. Brenner was lenient.

Today was different. You watched your perfect, orderly boyfriend blow his nose for the 13th time in the past 5 minutes. You didn't know what Peter had done to piss off Brenner so much that he was making him work today.

Peter was always on time, he never talked back, respected his boss, and was always polite. You didn't understand why he wasn't in bed resting.

One of the kids tapped your leg. 

“For you.” The small boy handed you a colorful drawing of what seemed to be you holding hands in a circle with the rest of the children. You knelt to his level and thanked him. 

“This is a very good drawing! Which one is you?” He pointed to the little kid directly next to you and you smiled. “I Love it, thank you.” You folded it up and put in in your pocket as the little boy went back to coloring.

Peter sneezed from across the rainbow room. You glanced at him, worried. His eyes were puffy, his nose was red, and when a child asked a question, his voice came out stuffy and hoarse. He smiled at the young girl as she sat back down to continue her game and looked at you. He gave you a gentle smile to reassure you he was fine, but you knew him better than that.

Peter could hide his emotions and feelings from everyone in the lab. Everyone but you. Peter sneezed again and turned to blow his nose. You walked out of the rainbow room and went straight to the infirmary.

Thank God Nurse Cindy was working.

"Hello, Cindy. I have a bit of congestion and was hoping for some meds?" You tried to make yourself sound a little congested but you knew Cindy could tell something was up.

She gave you a knowing smirk and handed you a couple of pills.

"Make sure he gets some soup and rests well, ok?" You thank her before returning to the Rainbow Room. You pushed the door open and Brenner had Peter pulled into a corner. Their voices were hushed and Peter had his head down, his blonde hair blocking his face from sight.

Brenner glanced at you, then back at Peter, and promptly left the room. Peter ran his hand through his hair, forced a smile, and turned to face the kids. He wouldn't look at you. You managed to get yourself into his sightline and he flashed his eyes to you, gave you a nod of his head that screamed "no." and looked away.

The security camera light was on and you needed to get the meds to him. Peter sneezed again and one of the children, 011, said "Bless you." from her position on the ground.

Peter thanked her and took a kleenex out to wipe his red nose.

You stood across from him in silence, heart aching to help him but knowing you couldn't.

The dinner bell rings and the children filed into a straight line as they left the room. You stayed behind with Peter and slipped the pills into the pocket of his pants. You gave him a tiny smile and he mouthed a small "thank you" and went to his room.

You didn't see Peter at dinner so you decided you'd try and sneak him some soup before lights out. As you walked down the orderly hallway, you heard Brenner. Your room was closer than his so you hurried inside and hid the soup.

The curt knock on your door made you turn around.

“Come in!” Dr. Brenner opened the door to your room. 

“Miss Y/N...” You smile at him. “Just wanted to check to see if Mr. Ballard had spoken to you today?” 

“No, I haven’t seen him outside of the rainbow room.” Brenner nods. 

“Very well.” The door closes behind you and you wait for his footsteps to leave your room with the soup, sneaking down the hallway to Peter’s room. You knock on his door and hear a groan come from inside. 

“Peter, it’s me.” The door opens, his telekinesis you guess, and you walk in, seeing your boyfriend sitting on his bed, sniffing up a storm. “I brought you some soup.” His red, puffy eyes meet yours and your heart breaks. You set the soup down and sit on his bed with him. You pull him down so his head is resting in your lap and run your fingers through his blonde hair. “I’m sorry you feel so sick.” His blue eyes blink at you. “What did you do that made Brenner so angry he wouldn’t let you take the day off?” Peter sighs and closes his eyes. 

“I told Eleven good luck before her testing yesterday.” Your eyes widen. 

“That’s it? You had to work when you were sick because you said “good luck” to her? God, Brenner is a fucking ass.” Peter’s eyes open and fix themselves onto yours. 

“That’s not all.” He turns his head and moves his hair away from his neck. You. gasp when you see a two huge red burns on his neck,

“He took you to the shock room?” He doesn’t make eye contact. You lean down to kiss is forehead. You had never seen Peter cry but you could see him fighting back tears. “Oh baby, I’m so so sorry.” Your heart shatters at the sight of the single tear rolling down his face. 

You pull him up and kiss his cheek and grab the soup. 

“Eat.” He gives you a small smile and does as he’s told. 

You change out of your work uniform quickly and pull on one of Peter’s more casual shirt before climbing yourself into the bed behind him and wrapping your arms around him and press a kiss to the back of his neck, right above the giant red burns. 

You sit in silence as he finishes his soup and tug him down so his back is to your chest. 

“I’ve got you, Peter, I’ve got you.” 

AN: No one needs to fix him. He’s perfect. 

[bitchfitch]

idk how Haze and Aleistar met is on my mind.

bc like. Imagine this. You're in your 50s, you've got politician buying money from your boring but fulfilling job doing the numbers for your bff's real estate hoard. and you're fucking miserable.

You have your friend, and are grateful to know him, but everyone else in your peer group is some combination of snotty, spoiled, back stabbing, and snide. And there are so many nights where the gnawing loneliness is just. Eating at you. You aren't like them. You have place in their ranks only by merit of insane luck and too many nights sleeping at your desk, they were all just handed what you bled for.

You're not bad looking, you've got the kind of money that can buy love. but watching your friend suffer through one, two- four divorces, it puts a bad taste in your mouth. You desperately desire the kind of companionship that comes with late nights spent talking in bed and body warmth and animal pleasures and loyalty and love- You're a sap. You want nothing more than the white picket fence life your parents were promised when they moved here but which they never got to see.

Your friend hands you a book one day. He's sour about it and says it didn't help him at all, but it might help you. It's old. handwritten. It's a summoner's notebook. Your friend marked a page.

A demon who once served as guide and prophet for a long dead king. You already knew his name. His betrayal and roll in the fall of two nations was a foot note in every history book you studied in school.

You know why you're miserable. Why you never found a woman to love and hold dear. Why You were never meant for that life you dreamed of. You didn't need to ask a traitorous demon to tell you what was wrong.

You wanted to though. Itched to have that final confirmation that you were defective so you could package all your discontent up and burry it like a corpse you never want to be found. Maybe he might even be able to tell you how to fix yourself. You're only 50. you probably have another quarter century to make up for the waste that was the last one.

You have a picture of your parents on your mantle place. You turn it around before you take a box cutter to the pristine white carpet in your living room. the exertion is unfamiliar, the ripping of thick woven mat against a slightly dull blade is satisfying. There's a sense of finality to the sound, like a last breath after a roaring growl.

You spend hours drawing the circle and reading and rereading the translation notes stuck between the pages. but soon it's done. Soon the final step is upon you. You breathe deep and drag a new razor blade across your palm. The blood stains the wood subflooring. the circle begins to glow until a fine fog fills it. You feel a hand against yours, fingers with long manicured nails brush over the slash in your palm, before gripping it as though to shake it in greeting. You pull and he's there. Still ephemeral, but physical enough for you to see his blurred outlines. You weren't strong enough to force him to come to you fully, he's just lending you his attention.

You tell him your woe, and beg he show you a path to the happy life you dream of. the one of breakfast shared with a lover who wore your shirts in the quiet hours of morning. the one where you weren't afraid you'd die alone.

The demon doesn't laugh, but you still feel his amusement. He takes pity and leans to press his forehead against yours. Sharing with you a vision of that life you want more than anything.

It can be yours. You're not too broken to have this joy. You see your bride for the first time, you want to sob. There was woman who could love you and who you could love in return! She was stood on a balcony, leaning over to rest her elbows on the railing as she watched the city far below. She wore a cocktail dress, you vaguely recognize the view as belonging to your coworker. She looked so perfect. Her dark hair glowing at the edges with the light of the city. You feel so much warmth for her as you come to stand at her side. She leans her head against your shoulder before breaking out into a laugh. Covering her mouth to stop the sound. she bows her head before turning to face you. her face alight like she knew something you didn't. She looks familiar. You've already met her.

the vision fades and the demon isn't amused anymore. His hand leaves yours, he doesn't vanish back to wherever you pulled him from. instead he sits there, you can barely make out his face but he looks so familiar. His hair is a dark cloud around his narrow features. He's more solid now. His face is so familiar. You had already met her.

You stare. He stares back.

You're broken. You feel vile for desires you can not control. You were never meant for that white picket fence life.

You want that life, you want that bride- groom, standing on the balcony. He can give you it. He is it.

A demon smiles at you, and asks if you want to make a proper deal.

[imnotfunnysblog]

The goddess in the flowers 💐

I could barely feel the circles Kit was rubbing into my back, his soothing words not registering over the pounding of blood in my ears. The weight of my muscles felt infinite, like my fragile bones would no longer be able to handle them, and they would simply melt off. Down, down, down into the ocean where the Gods only knew what creatures would take advantage. Maybe that would hurt less.

With each sway of the waves and turn of the boat, my muscles clenched and the sweet sound of his voice disappeared into the agony. The swaying blissfully stopped, leaving residual amounts of pain and the turning of my stomach. I breathed in the salty air, steadying myself from the rocky movement. I gripped the side of the boat while pulling my useless legs up - and immediately tumbled back to the floor.

“Help me up,” I latched onto Kit, steadying myself.

“We should break for a sec,” he advised, “you look pale.”

“Be worried when I’m as pale as you,” I ripped my arms away from him, wincing at the movement.

“Oi!”

I grappled onto the side of the boat, inching my way to the dock. I pushed on, ignoring the screaming of my muscles, each step a reminder of why I was here. Kit hovered but I kept my face neutral as I made my way onto solid land. The whole island was a mound of dirt, if there were any rocks they were buried deep underground keeping the island afloat. It would usually take more energy than it’s worth to walk the thing, usually. The sun beamed down, somehow warming me from the inside. Green and red filled my vision, like a child's drawing of the perfect spot for a picnic. The fresh smell of grass and ocean carried on the wind, swirling till it reached the flowers where it turned into a spiced mess.

A shiver ran down my spine… flowers. The sweet florals poked in through the memory like a knife, the white walls a contrast to the soft sunshine on yellow roses. The whole room was lit with the notion that it would be gone eventually, that I would get to go home and run again. The wilted flowers were replaced by my younger brother a week later with deep red ones, like a black hole sucking the last remaining light in the room.

I stumbled as I hit the dirt, scraping up the perfect grass as my useless muscles weighed me down, again.

Kit’s hands gripped my shoulders, “Hold your horses.”

“I’m fine!” his cold eyes hit mine and I stepped out of his grasp, “well I'm almost fine- I will be fine!” not sure who I was trying to convince.

He ran a hand through his red hair, the colour matching the flowers surrounding us. I didn’t pay him much mind as I continued my single-minded trek. He followed behind nevertheless, his footsteps echoing my own at a patronisingly slow pace. It was an upright crawl to our destination as the yellow sun danced its way across the sky. I knew Kit would be halfway across the island if it weren’t for me. That’s just how it worked now, dragging everyone down with me. But… this is the longest I’ve been able to walk for.

Kit's soft voice rang out as he hummed the first few lines of a song before letting out the familiar chorus:

She, oh she, she will know your name!

How the waters brought you there and back again!

How all your sorrows came to be!

And if they will mend!

Oh Languor, Oh Languor shall give you a gift in the end!

“Oh my Gods you’ve been at that song for days!”

“It’s not my fault they wrote one good song about Langour,” he laughed taking a few short strides to get to me, his face twisted into a mischievous smirk, “are you just mad that I sing it better than you?” he teased. My voice may have been getting better but it was nowhere near his casual prowess, I wasn’t gonna let him know that though. I grimaced and his whole face broke into a crooked grin.

I ignored him again, my single-minded mission the only thing on my mind. Better, I will be better, the island seemed to emanate. I will fix you! It exclaimed. It needed to, it just needed to.

The tunnel to the centre of the island was a vertical hole in the mound of dirt. Enigmatically simple. Something lit the tunnels, magic perhaps, but I was too tired to care. Sharply spiced flowers running along every surface. It looked like it would collapse at any moment. It would have to do.

Kit looked out at the tunnels and his mouth thinned, “Let me carry you.”

“I can do it myself!”

“Doesn’t mean you should!”

I grit my teeth, I’d made it this far, I’d pushed through everything. I’d made it halfway to Montreal before he caught up with me, but all he wanted was to help, to fix, so I let him. He picked me up and hoisted me over his shoulder. His footsteps echoed louder and I knew now we were at the centre. He placed me down on the ground and I had just enough energy to look.

It was unmistakably a woman's figure. Carved from wet dirt sticking like cement, and like cement flowers poured through the cracks; red carnations. Through the sweet scent of roses overpowered it all, vines of white roses swung from her head trailing down to the floor. Her face was nondescript, so generic as to be forgettable, and yet at this scale it burned itself into my memory as a work of art.

“Hello,” I whispered to the Goddess as Kit sat beside me.

The statue-like figure opened her eyes and we were witnessed to the anguish. There was no white to them, only red veins piled on top of cataracts, her pupils so dilated that they had no colour at all. I covered my ears; her voice was held at a whisper, her size increasing the volume till it was as loud as the wind.

“Hello my dears,” the wispy voice hummed, “there is something foul in the air,” she wrinkled her nose.

“Kit Pragma,” she looked at Kit, and then me, “Mary Victor… how wonderful of you to visit me!”

I gulped, the goddess lay before us, her attention solely fixed. She was as delighted as she claimed, though deep pain etched her unseeing eyes. The saviour of suffering, the taker of sickness, I could give her many names.

“It’s an honour, Langour.”

Kit stood pin still, his crystal eyes fixed on the giant's form as though she might crush him, afraid, afraid like he always was. Of what would happen to me, of what might happen to him. Like the hospital room where we first met. His broken ankle and my mystery, something fixable and something unknowable. Misplaced guilt and my desperate need for help.

“But it’s not a good visit is it?” her lips thinned and a trembling set into her voice, “it’s never a good visit.”

I gripped the ground, “So- it’s true, you know what’s wrong with me?”

“Yes dear,” she whispered, a hope rising in me like the sun, “Come close,” she ordered. I crawled forward as she whispered words I’d so desperately wanted to hear. Words no doctor cared enough to find: an answer. An answer that we wouldn’t be able to fix, no cure, just help.

“Well, that means…” Kit breathed a sense of optimism I didn’t share.

“Oh, my darling,” she crooned.

The spicy scent of carnations mixed with something putrid came from above. Languor’s eyes twitched. A pained gasp left her mouth as slowly pulled her arm from her body. Leaving us to view her exposed skin for the first time. I could not tell its true colour, there were too many to count. Infected green wounds covered in purple and blue bruises, deep red cuts leading to broken bones, jaundice yellow spreading through what little skin stayed intact, all permeated with the smell of the dead and flowers.

“Mother of pearl!” Kit’s freckles stood out as his skin paled of all colour,

Red veins pulsed in Langour’s eyes, as though in some futile attempt to soothe the pain. They dragged the dirt from her face, leaving even more of her decaying skin exposed. Each anguished movement placated with stillness as she reached. The giant’s fingers curled as they reached her head with the distinct sound of snapping bones marking the action. Her fingers pinched a single white rose delicately, the fragile thing dwarfed in her hand. She placed it on the ground in front of me, her eyes popping and teeth gritted through the pain. She righted herself, closing her eyes and sighing.

She smiled so sadly, “This is for you.”

“But- but-”

“I know darling, I know it’s not much but it’s all I can give you,” her tears revealing more of her mangled face, “humans are nothing if not my children… but like any mother, there is only so much I can do.”

I shot up and ran, I hadn’t run in months. I didn’t even know I still could, but the adrenaline outweighed the pain in that moment. As I finally got to the sunlight I collapsed to the ground my breath ragged from crying and exhaustion.

No one can fix me, I was supposed to be fixed, this was supposed to be gone, I was supposed to be normal! The shaking sobs echoed the pain in my body and mind, “I was so close… so close…” each word punctuated with a sob, and a soft question in my mind verbalized itself, “where does that leave me now?”

“Someplace different,” Kit interrupted my crying. He sat down pulling me close, just enough to tell the flood gates open.

“She told you what’s wrong,” his arms wrapped tight around me, “isn’t that good enough? Humans have come up with so much, and now that we know we can make it easier.”

I choked, “Easier isn’t better!”

We stayed in silence till a horrible sound rang from Kit’s mouth.

Oh sorrows great sorrows she keeps them

Humanities saviour, a goddess keeping us from the Oleander

A horror in the flowers awaits

Now we are only the bystander

Oh smile, she does smile

Oh Languor, Oh Languor shall give you a gift in the end!

“What gift!” I lamented as tears stained his shirt. I never wanted to hear that song again, I’d sing anything else. Everything else, I’ll sing everything other than that. He picked up the discarded rose and placed it in my hands, I had the distinct urge to crush it, but I just couldn’t.

“It’s not rocket science Mary,” he sighed like a new world order had just been set, looking me in the eyes, “Nothing can fix you, so maybe you’re just not broken.”

I gripped the rose in my hands, the wildflowers surrounding me like a shroud burying some distant and forgotten part of me in the ground with Langour. Kit’s words pulsed in my ears like blood circulating through my body. Nothing could stop the tears, there was still pain. I could feel it and I always would. The ache would never cease and the world would never right itself. That was a fact, a fact not even the Goddess of life could change. Not even a goddess can fix it. No one can fix me.

Spice turned to sweetness, and I pulled away from Kit. The frills of the carnations flattened and pressed into- something else. The red faded into a soft pink. Wild roses surrounded us in a halo, keeping us from the carnations.

There was suffering… and yet…

Oh Languor, Oh Languor shall give you a gift in the end!

[mymunefanartaccount]

OMG HI! ( I saw that everyone who texts you starts like this so I'll start like that too lol sorry- )

I'm so excited and I don't feel like sending this to you jkajska

Mune was also part of my childhood and I got completely addicted to it again about 2 years ago XD

I'm so happy to see that someone else is completely crazy about this beautiful masterpiece like me 💖💖 haha

It's good.... your arts are ABSURDLY PERFECT MAN!!! THE BEAUTIFUL AND CUTE GEITO HOW YOU DRAW THE CHARACTERS IS SO PERFECT

I can't stop watching the 3 animations you've already made of them!! With one of them I laughed so hard the first time I saw it my cousin said I was crying laughing lol 💀

Sorry if I'm being more of an idiot and I really loved watching what you do I hope you don't stop because you're really good at it! I really love seeing your perfect drawings they are the most beautiful things I've ever seen in my life!!

by the way... YOUR NEW AU YOU GUYS ARE DOING IS JUST PERFECT AND I WOULD LOVE TO SEE MORE IF YOU CAN DO MORE 💖💖

i think i could praise you forever but i will control myself and stop kakansiamdiakdbtw I have like a hundred ideas to suggest to you for u drawing lol , but I don't want to bother you too much AND I'M TRYING TO ENSURE I DON'T SAY THEM ALL HERE IN THE SAME TIME KASNDIEMDJ

(Sorry, you can see that I'm pretty ridiculous right? XD)

well... i promise it's the last thing i'll say hahaha

its the AU you are making and... SIMPLY THE BEST AU I HAVE EVER SEEN

MAN... THINKING WHAT IT WOULD BE LIKE IF NOTHING HAD WORKED OUT IN THE MOVIE WAS JUST GENIUS!!! YOU ARE AWESOME MAN!!! SORRY AGAIN IF I'M HUMBLE YOU AGAIN BUT I CAN'T STOP PRAISE YOU HAHAUAJSMJAKJDK

(sorry if I was too anxious or said stupid things, and that I really can't control myself sometimes X"D UUU and sory the i wrote text is soooo big- )

This made my day! Everything you said is part of why I made this account in the first place! I joined the fandom wishing there was more art and stories surrounding the characters and world. Then I finally got the idea to just start my own blog! I was a little nervous at first but then I saw how many people also wanted more art and stories in the fandom.

The animation is the most ironic part of it all because Mune is what inspired me to learn animation in the first place! As well as the use of color and saturation I like to use in my own art. Being able to use these skills to make the vines or animations feels like it’s all coming back full circle for me! Also I based the vines I’ve made so far off of @muneheadquarter compilations they made awhile back. They’re hilarious and I recommend giving them a watch.

I’m especially happy that you like my au because believe me when I say there is definitely more to come! I have made some changes since my first post and I’ve been trying to figure out what to post without spoiling too much of the story. What I can say is that I’ve decided to name it ‘Candlelight’.

I’m really glad you like my art and I’m glad you like my ideas and contributions. I hope I can inspire more people to share their ideas in the fandom!

Thank you for the lovely words!💖

[ashs-random-writing]

Building up Burned Bridges

Chapter 6

Ao3

REBLOGS>>>>>>LIKES

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Humans are widely regarded as myths. Myths of Giant monstrous beings whose only goal is to destroy magic and all magical beings. That was a stereotype.

Janus is a human who's been in hiding, alone for seven years. He was always careful, he always protected himself, and now there was a fairy in his cave.

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Janus growled. His second captive, Blue, was obviously up to something. Every time Janus turned his back, he could see flashes of blue light from his peripheral vision. This had been happening for two weeks

He waited for a few hours before they fell asleep to go hunting. He waited, watching his prey. He’d been spotted too many times, he may have to move further north. There were less magicals more north, but it was colder, and he wasn’t prepared for the multi-day journey

Not to mention whether he’d have to bring his captives, and how he would transport them without them escaping

They were still asleep when he got back, but he quietly placed some meat on the ledge, eating his own

He fell asleep, happy that they hadn’t attempted escape since he’d scared them a few times. Well, not openly at least; he knew they were looking for an escape when he was sleeping, he’d caught them enough times to know that, but he was also confident that they wouldn’t find it

He had a dream that night, a dream of everything he’d ever wanted. He had a family, friends, he had a home, he had a life beyond hunting and hiding. He could talk to people and have them understand. He could watch the sunset without fear of being spotted. It was... perfect.

When he woke up in a dark cave, however, he realised why that wouldn’t work. Monsters didn’t get families, everyone knew that. Magicals got families, and homes and everything of the like, but Janus could never have that

He wondered if his mother was telling the truth when she told him that humans had once been able to do these things, or if she even knew. If it had been true once, it had been a long, long time ago

He waited for them to wake up again, watching the ledge. He waited and waited. He noticed that at some point during the night, they must’ve woken up, since the meat was gone. They had probably searched for an escape again as well. He couldn’t find it in him to be angry about it anymore

He walked closer to them, watching their tiny chests rise and fall with their breath. He wondered what they truly thought of him.

Were they at all as fascinated with him as he was with them? Did they ever see him as something other than a monster? Had they given him a name? He sat down again, humming his lullaby. 

He refused to let his tears fall. He watched them both wake up, and they stared back at him. Janus decided to let them move around a little bit today, letting them off of the ledge. They tested whether they were allowed every morning, and he usually warded them off, but when they approached the edge today, he simply stared

Purple was the first to fly off, albeit slowly, and Blue soon followed

Janus let them fly in circles, let them hover and talk to each other, and he didn’t let himself feel anything whilst he watched them. If he got attached, or started feeling like he wanted them to be his friends, then it would hurt when the inevitable happened

If they were to escape, he couldn’t let himself think of it as a betrayal. They were never, and never would be his friends, they would just be doing what he knew they would. If they escaped, he would have to leave immediately; he didn’t have time for self-pity

Janus started painting whilst his captives were talking, probably about how they would escape. He didn’t care, and he definitely didn’t draw a picture of them both. It wasn’t the most detailed of pictures, but it looked somewhat like them. He started softly talking, both to himself and to them. 

He hadn’t done so in a few weeks, but he felt like now would be a good time. To tell the truth, it was somewhat to make sure he still knew how to speak. It was strange, he felt like he would never be able to speak again when he was quiet

They were watching him almost as much as he watched them, now. 

He waited for hours and hours in one position for nightfall, and for them to be asleep. He left the cave, silent and swift.

His prey put up a bit more of a fight this time, and when he finally killed it, he had likely earned a new scar. He didn’t touch it, he didn’t dare. It always hurt when he touched an injury. He could smell something metallic from the side of his face, and he resisted the urge to wipe away the liquid that was slowly dripping down

He started back towards his cave. He almost laughed, realising that now he actually had a reason to not cry. If his salty tears got in his wound, it would hurt quite a bit

His captives had awoken by the time he got back, but they were still on the ledge. They were staring at him in a manner that he had never seen from them before

It definitely didn’t scare him. No, he was just unsettled, (yeah, that sounded a lot better)

Purple took a small step towards the edge of the ledge, and started flying towards him. Janus took a step back, growling and snarling. He was already injured; he didn’t need whatever the magicals had planned

Purple faltered, Blue saying something in the background, before carrying on approaching

Janus backed himself into the corner, still growling. He dropped the meat on the floor and dropped himself into a low crouch, attempting to get away from the fairy

They kept getting closer. Janus was pumping with adrenaline, but he didn’t want to hurt them. He didn’t think he’d ever be able to bring himself to do it anymore. They touched his cheek, just below his injury and he flinched, waiting for them to hurt him and closing his eyes

The hurt never came, extremely surprisingly, and instead his injury started hurting less, and the blood got wiped away. He didn’t open his eyes, but he listened to soft words from the fairy. He couldn’t understand, but it sounded reassuring.

Well. He was failing the ‘not getting attached’ section of kidnapping

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Virgil had lived in the cave for two and a half months. Goldie was still strange, but hadn’t been outwardly violent in a while. Just growling if they stepped out of line and otherwise just staring at him

Logan had only been there for just over two weeks. They were both just waiting for the time it would slip up, and they could escape. Logan got bored with no new spells to study or learn, and so, when the human wasn’t looking, he kept making small rocks levitate, or small lights appear 

They were able to fly around the cave that day. 

Logan and Virgil were talking about nothing much. The human was making pictures. It looked something like him and Logan, and it put a strange feeling in Virgil’s chest

He waited for a while, before going back to the ledge. Goldie didn’t move for hours, or at least what felt like hours. He wasn’t sure anymore. Virgil fell asleep

The human had gone out whilst the magicals were sleeping, and when it finally came back, it was bleeding. He stared, vaguely aware of Logan doing the same. Goldie stared back, looking tired and almost scared

He started towards it, only for it to growl at him, a lot more aggressively than usual. Logan called after him

“What are you doing? It will attack you, it’s injured for star’s sake” He sounded exasperated and worried

Virgil looked at him for a moment, before turning back to the obscenely tall creature in front of him. This was an injured animal, and Virgil could help. His compassion won out over his anxiety

Anxiety and survival instincts be damned, he was helping Goldie with the injury, whether it attacked or not. He watched it crouch down, as if to try get away from him, or hide. It had closed its eyes in what seemed like a brace for an attack

It flinched, when he touched it, and Virgil started muttering reassurances 

“Shh, it’s okay, you’re okay, right big guy? It’s just a little scratch, we’ll clean it up, and do a little healing, and you’ll be perfect” He wiped the blood away, or at least started to. Virgil didn’t really think of it as ‘just a little scratch’

If he was to get an injury that big, he’d probably die, but the human was so much larger. 

Fairies had not a lot of magic, but the things that many were naturally gifted at was healing magic. He couldn’t heal the full wound, but he could help it close faster, and he could make it a little less deep. Goldie had stopped growling at some point, and Virgil hadn’t even noticed.

“There you go, big guy. All better now”

Once he had done all that, he retreated back to where Logan was waiting with a half-hearted glare

“Do not ever do that again, you could’ve been killed” He hissed out

Virgil shrugged. He didn’t want to die, obviously, but he wasn’t going to leave a hurt animal with no way to heal itself

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