#not my killjoy ass coming through

[mobvla]

when u get this u have to put 5 songs 🎵 u actually listen to, publicly. then, send this ask to 10 of your favorite followers (non-negotiable, positivity is cool) 🥰💙

nicoooo 🥺🥺

i didn't know what criteria to use to select songs bc i listen to a handful of artists on a daily basis (tho 65% is just the cure lmaooo) so i just checked the first 10 songs on my 'on repeat' spotify playlist!!

i don't love you - mcr

chop suey! - system of a down

the guillotine - escape the fate (idk why this is here i havent listened to it in a while but ok 😭 still love it tho!!)

rex incoginito - hoyomix

foundations of decay - mcr

master of puppets - metallica (coping song .)

story of a lonely guy - blink182

shake dog shake - the cure

you know what they do to guys like us in prison - mcr

divine damsel of devastation - yun jin, hoyomix

[anonymousewrites]

Nature of the Human Soul (Book 1) Chapter Fourteen

Platonic! Hazbin Hotel x Teen! Reader

Father Figure! Alastor x Teen! Reader

Chapter Fourteen: Show Goes On

Summary: The Hotel rebuilds and moves on from the fight.

Mouse Note: Thank you for reading Nature of the Human Soul (Book 1)! I hope you all enjoyed because I loved writing this. I'm so excited for Hazbin Hotel to return because I have a lot of ideas for this series, and I'm excited to continue. But for now, thank you for everything! If you like my writing, please check out my other Father Figure series!

           “Noooo!” screamed Lute as Adam fell. She ran to Adam’s side, and (Y/N) backed off, narrowing their eyes in case she tried anything. “Sir! Stay with me, sir! Adam!” He was gone.

           “It’s over,” said Charlie, holding Vaggie to her side protectively.

           Lucifer loomed over Lute, and her eyes widened in fright. “Take your little friends and go home! Please.”

           Lute narrowed her eyes and picked up Adam’s halo. Furious at having no other choice, she glared at the demons before calling out to the exorcists. “Retreat. All exorcists fall back.”

           The angels rose into the air, fleeing back through the portal to heaven.

           Lucifer, pleased, turned to the hotel group. “So…who’s up for pancakes?”

           Everyone, bloody and tired, stared at him.

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            “Good evening, I’m Katie Killjoy,” said the news report later that night.

            “And I’m—”

            “No one gives a shit who you are, Tom,” said Katie. “Breaking news: extermination day is canceled! Charlie Morningstar managed to fend off the angelic attack with more than just nice words. In an unseen turn of events, our demonic head honcho Lucifer stepped in to save his daughter’s ass in the last moment. We’re also hearing reports that Adam, leader of the Angelic Legions, first man, and totally fuckable bad boy, has been slain by a filthy gardening demon or some shit like that. The kid said, quote, ‘I hate cameras, and TV here sucks, go away’ before threatening our crew! What an asshole! Anyway, congrats to Charlie and her crew for not being totally fucking useless for once.”

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            Charlie held Keekee as she looked over the rubble that used to be the Hazbin Hotel. They’d lost so much, so many people. “Oh, there, there, it’s…” She sighed. “It’s okay.” She tried to believe it herself, but it was difficult.

            Angel smiled at her as he held Fat Nuggets. Charlie managed to smile back and took a step towards him. She found herself in front of the “Happy First Week!” sign she’d made for Pentious. Her heart ached at his loss. Vaggie put her hands on Charlie’s shoulders comfortingly.

(Charlie) “He did it for us, The ultimate sacrifice. He gave me his trust, And look how we pay the prince.”

            Tears gathered in her eyes. She had failed her friends. Because she hadn’t been strong enough, they had gotten hurt, killed.

(Charlie) “This bloodshed could have been avoided, If I convinced heaven to work together. I took a hotel, and I destroyed it, I know I could have done better, better, Instead of letting you down.”

            Lucifer put a hand on his daughter’s shoulder and smiled at her.

(Lucifer) “Come on little lady, why the frown? In the last ten thousand years, you’re the first one to change this town, You can do this, Now I know it, For your story has just begun, You can’t quit now, Hell, you owe it, There’s still damage to be undone, You’ve changed my mind, You’ve touched their hearts.”

            Charlie looked around as her friends approached with a smile.

(Lucifer) “Found the good in souls gone bad, The stage is wrecked, the crowd is gone, But by God Charlie, The show it must go on!”

            Her friends gathered around Charlie.

(Vaggie, Cherri, (Y/N), Angel, Husk, Niffty) “We can do this, We can build it! Best hotel that you’ve ever seen! Twice the bedrooms, We can fill it!” (Lucifer) “With more sinners than you can dream!” (Lucifer and Vaggie) “It starts with you!” (Vaggie, Cherri, (Y/N), Lucifer, Angel, Husk, Niffty) “You know it’s true, Fulfill your destiny!”

            They reached out their hands. Wiping her tears and smiling, Charlie stood and took her father’s hand as the group came together for a hug.

(Charlie) “So long as I’ve got all of you with me!”

            And so, the cleanup and work began. It was tough going, but everyone pitched in, and the hotel began to come together better than before.

(Niffty) “To build a hotel, I think we need some brick and lumber!” (Lucifer) “Good thing we’re in Hell, check out this little magic number.”

            He snapped his fingers, and the supplies appeared.

(Angel) “Start with foundation.” (Lucifer) “A remedial creation for me.”

            The foundation came together in a single spell.

(Niffty, Angel, Lucifer) “It’s as easy as can be!”

            Soon, the hotel was getting decorated, rooms ready to be stayed in.

(Charlie) “No time for cryin’, We got a lot of work to do and, We gotta try and make the best of what’s in ruins.” (Vaggie) “New coat of paint!” (Husk) “New lights across the marquee!” ((Y/N)) “With a little sorcery!”

            They waved a hand, and plants grew up around the hotel, decorating it with nature amongst the barren city that Pride usually was.

            Finally, the hotel was put back together, with a statue of Dazzle outside. Charlie smiled at the painting of Pentious and the Egg Bois going up in the foyer to honor his memory. The memories of who they lost would never be forgotten as a new era of the Hazbin Hotel approached.

(All) “We can do this!” (Charlie) “We can do this!” (All) “We’ll be better!” (Charlie) “We’ll be better!” (All) “Though redemption may take a while.” (Charlie) “Though it may take a while.” (All) “Wayward sinners, clear their ledger!”

            They came together for a hug, and a familiar face popped out of the shadows.

(Alastor) “And we’re doing it with a smile!”

            (Y/N) grinned. He was healed and back with them. He had survived, too.

(Charlie) “We’ll make a difference, wait and see.” (Charlie and Vaggie) “We’re gonna do this, you and me.” (All) “And then tomorrow it will be, A fuckin’ happy day in Hell!”

            The Hazbin Hotel was open for business.

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            (Y/N) walked through the hotel to the new wing dedicated to Alastor’s broadcasts. Obviously, it was placed on the opposite side from Lucifer’s apple-themed wing. They paused at the door of the radio and knocked.

            “Alastor?” they called out.

            The door was opened by a shadow, and (Y/N) stepped inside. Alastor was standing over the controls of the new radio, examining everything.

            “Do you like it?” asked (Y/N), slightly nervous.

           Yes, they had faced Adam, but this was…different. It was a different type of encounter. With a fight, (Y/N) knew what it felt like to suffer, to go through pain, so they could handle that. With friendship, (Y/N) had very little experience, so they weren’t sure how to deal with it.

           Alastor turned to face them. “It seems Charlie did a good job ensuring this was up to my standards. My broadcasts will be quality, as usual.”

           “Charlie didn’t make it. Well, she helped, but I, uh, I did it,” said (Y/N).

           Alastor paused, and his grin, unbidden, widened. “You did?”

           (Y/N) nodded. “I saw your tower was affected when Adam hurt you, so when we rebuilt the hotel, I made sure there was something for you to come back to.”

           “I hadn’t expected to have a broadcast tower at the hotel,” said Alastor.

           “Do you like it?” asked (Y/N).

           “I do,” said Alastor honestly.

           (Y/N) brightened. “I’m glad! And I’m glad you’re alright. Adam did a lot of damage to the hotel, killed Pentious, and hurt you pretty badly.”

           “It will take more than that to kill the Radio Demon,” said Alastor, but the unfortunate truth was that he had nearly died.

           “I faced him,” said (Y/N) suddenly.

           Alastor paused. “Oh?”

           “Yeah, I fought Adam. It didn’t go that well for me, either.” They grinned at him. “But I killed him. In the end, I killed him.” They stood proud in their strength and determination. Yes, (Y/N) had nearly fallen to Adam and Lucifer had really defeated him, but dealing the killing blow had given (Y/N) so much satisfaction.

           Alastor looked at (Y/N), and he cursed every part of him that still had some humanity since he felt something as they smiled at him. It wasn’t what he felt when Rosie laughed alongside him and teased him, but it held a familiar warmth. Although he had begun by seeing something in (Y/N) that reminded him of himself from oh-so long ago, Alastor couldn’t help but look at (Y/N) and just see them, now. It wasn’t them being like him, even if it still began there, but it was more.

           “I wouldn’t expect anything less of my protégé,” said Alastor, unable to keep the fondness completely out of his voice.

           Alastor was falling victim to all of the weaknesses he wanted to eliminate within himself.

           And (Y/N)? Well, the Nature Demon stood tall. They were growing into all the strength they had ever wished for.

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[lilac-5ky]

The one where he carries you home after a fight (Toji xFem!Reader)

A/N: My 7AM sleepless demons wrote this, not me.

warning: mentions of alcohol

Series Masterlist

“Thanks for coming, Toji. She wanted us to hit Roppongi next.”

“No problem.” Toji mutters as he lifts your limp body over his shoulders—arms thrown over his neck and knees buckled around his torso.

He nearly winces at the overwhelming stench of tequila emanating from your breath, praying that the wetness seeping through his shirt is drool and not vomit, though that’s more like wishful thinking. You are wasted. Completely and utterly drunk out of your mind to the point where you can’t differentiate the setting or those around him.

“Mistah, drop me off at the next station,” you slur with your eyes closed, pointing somewhere on the horizon before nodding off again. This was the third time you repeated that motion.

“How much did ya make her drink?” Toji doesn’t ask so much as accuse the two women, who are quick to shut him down with the dirtiest of looks. Nothing new. Your friends never liked him, and the feeling’s mutual.

“Make her?” Utahime huffs, rolling her sleeves over her elbows. “She’s the one who dragged us out on a Tuesday night. If anything, you’re the one to blame—you pushed her to it!”

“Senpai, calm down already.” Shoko lowers her friend’s fists. Out of the two, she’s the better one at acting like she tolerates him. “What did you fight over, anyway?”

“She didn’t tell you?”

With the way you stormed out the door in your finest high-heel shoe, black party dress, and red lipstick combo, he’d expect your lovers quarrel to make headlines by midnight.

However, they both shake their heads negatively.

“Who knows?” Toji flashes an oblivious smile before he gets you going. You were so angry at him earlier, and in all honesty, he did cross a line or two, but it doesn’t feel all that important now. Come tomorrow, this will become just another entry in your record of petty arguments to look back on and laugh at.

You’ve made it halfway up the slope that leads to your crappy apartment building when he catches you flailing around on his back like a fish fresh out of water. He slots his hands into the crevices beneath your thighs, applying enough pressure so that you won’t fall.

“Rise and shine, sleepy-head.”

Your slow blinks turn rapid the second you realize your feet aren’t touching the ground and you’re piggybacking on a stranger. “W-Who are you?”

“Ya don’t remember?” Toji rolls his eyes with a loud tsk. “What was it again? Mister Taxi? Mister Killjoy? Or Mister Buzzkill?” He goes through the different names you bestowed on him in your sleep.

“Mister… Buzzkill?” Your jaw drops slack on his shoulder, only for your palms to clap at his chest in excitement a minute later. “Mister Buzzkill, I remember! You kidapped me from my friends and spoiled our fun!”

“More like your friends got sick of your ass and called me to pick up the pieces.” He argues. “Hold on tight if ya don’t wanna fall. Climb’s steep from now on.”

Strength returns to your arms as they cage his neck. “Where are you taking me, Mister Buzzkill? Are we going to party?”

“Don’tcha think you’ve had enough partying for one night, princess?” He grunts. “We’re goin’ home.”

“Home? Whose home?”

Toji’s starting to miss the you that nags him about not soaking his dirty dishes. Alcohol always chips away at your mental capacity, and while he wants to be understanding, he can’t understand that which he’s never experienced for himself. “Our home, dummy.”

The epithet doesn’t faze you in the slightest. “Are you going to exploit me?”

“Prospect makes you happy?” You hum in return. “Fine. You can pay for the ride once we make it home.”

“But…” And you sound so sad that he cocks his head to peer at your face, glassy, puppy eyes welling up with fat tears that make him wonder whether he said something hurtful again. “I don’t have any money. My husband said we’re out of money ‘cause he—he gambled it away.”

The cogs in his brain are put in reverse, reminding him of the cash he snatched from your open wallet with the intention of waging it on a guaranteed victory and the little white lie you took at face value. You didn’t even give him the chance to explain that the bills were still in his pocket because the race was called off, and he let you run off to your friends without offering a single apology.

“I’m sure we’ll work something out.” Toji squeezes your thighs reassuringly. “Ya can pay me back in kind, too.”

“But my husband—”

“Your husband is a shithead.” He spits out, hoping that his remorse registers without leaving behind any actual trace of his words.

“You are so kind, Mister Buzzkill. Unlike him—my Toji.” The fingers of your one hand pull on your wedding band until it comes off. “Wanna marry me again, Mister…Toji?”

Shaking his head in disbelief, Toji catches the wedding band right before it slips from your fingers to the street. Part of him wants to scold you for being a scatterbrained nuisance, but the part of him that finds even your plastered form endearing comes out on top.

He slides the ring around the ring finger of his ring-less hand and pieces your hands together, holding onto them until you finally reach the front door and you’re sober enough to call him by his name.

“A’right, we’re here.” Toji declares once the key’s inside the hole.

He calls out your name and shakes you softly, but there’s no answer coming from you other than a single embarrassingly loud snore. He lets go of your legs and slowly puts your feet on the floor before hoisting them up in the air again, shifting to carrying you into bridal position. Your hands reach around his neck on their own volition, and he swears your lips curl into the softest smile when your nose pressed against his shirt.

He sighs, parting the hair that’s fallen inside your agape mouth.

“What am I gonna do with you?”

[lqvactually]

Tung Tung ʚɞ Riki x Reader

Masterlist | Pt1

ʚɞ Synopsis : Through your first and second years of college, Riki has been your best friend. He's supported you when no one else had and helped you make more friends than you could've on your own. However, you both struggle with knowing you like each other. And this party he's convinced you to go to? You can't see it going well.

ʚɞ TW : Drugs, drinking, violence, swearing, indirect mentions of sexual intercourse

ʚɞ Tags : University AU, best friends to lovers, kissing, hand holding, fluff, more fluff

“No.”

Riki groaned, shaking you violently. “Y/n, please, I don’t want to go alone.” You pulled away from his grasp, rolling your eyes. This was the nth time he’d asked you to go to Jay’s party, and you weren’t letting up. Personally, you disliked loud, crowded spaces and the drunk college students who came with them.

“You’re acting as if Heeseung and Wonie wouldn’t gladly get wasted with you. You have plenty of friends, Riki, you won’t be alone,” You said, pointedly. “Besides, I’ll be a killjoy.”

He was not satisfied with your words in any way, shape, or form. “Heeseung’s going to spend all his time throwing up in some bathroom, and Jungwon will disappear into a room with some girl for the rest of the night. I will be alone. Besides, I want to go with you.”

You pinched your nose bridge. “Nishimura Riki. I have responsibilities, I have a job. I can’t blow off work for a stupid-”

“You mean tutoring that little High School kid who obviously has a crush on you?” Riki raised his eyebrow. “C’mon, this’ll be so much more fun, and you know it.”

You did not know it. In fact, you would much rather endur Eunseok’s failing attempts at flirting than be surrounded by high ass hoes. But, you didn’t say that. 

“Riki,” You gave him a small smile, placing your arms around his neck, “My best, most amazing friend. I’ll go for you.”

He grinned like a dog who’d just been thrown a treat. 

“Really?”

“No.” 

You slammed your locker shut, throwing him an obscene gesture. “Suck my dick.”

“Y/n! C’mon.” He chased after you as you walked away, nearly dropping his books. “I’ll pay you to go. I’ll even find you someone to fill in for your job.”

“Well, that’s tempting…” You said with a smile, “But my job is paying me not to go, and I can finish Huckleberry Finn while Eunseok  does math.”

Riki’s face soured. “You don’t even have to drink. We can sit in the back the whole time-”

“Then what’s the point of going?”

He couldn’t refute this, but still, he pushed. “Okay, but…” You both stopped in front of your class. You shouldered your med bag, looking at him expectantly. “I don’t know, I don’t want to go with anyone but you.”

You allowed yourself a small smile at this. His bashfulness was cute. “Fine. But you owe me, and you better find me a fill-in for tutoring.”

A large grin spread across his face. “Of course. I’ll pick you up at eight?”

“Any later and I’m not going.”

“Deal.”

“I bet you’re going to a party. Let me come,” Eunseok huffed.

You rolled your eyes, pulling your phone away from your ear. “You are a child. You don’t need to be out partying.”

“I,” He scoffed, “Am going to university next year anyways. C’mon.”

“No. I’m having someone fill in tonight, that’s the only reason I’m calling.” You looked at yourself in the mirror, checking your makeup one last time. You’d opted for a simple, green dress, and you’d pulled your hair back into a slick ponytail. “Be good, Yuna is a good friend of mine.”

“Is she hot?”

“I’m hanging up!” You ended the call, glancing at the clock. Seven fifteen. You’d gotten ahead of yourself. Which was odd, seeing as you didn’t exactly care for this party.

Riki’s contact showed up on your phone screen, and you picked it up quickly. “Hello?”

His voice was smug on the other side. “I’m here.”

You glanced at the clock again. Time had (oddly) not magically passed. “It’s seven fifteen. Not eight.”

“You said I couldn’t be late not early. Besides, Jay wanted help with setup.”

You groaned. “That little shit. It’s his party. Why can’t he do it?”

“Because, we’re gonna drink all his booze. It’s the least we can do.”

“You’re gonna drink,” You scoffed. “You can help.”

“Fine,” He sighed. “Lets go get dinner then.”

“You’re paying?”

“Would you pay if I asked?”

“No.”

“Yup,” He laughed. “I’m outside, c’mon.”

You grabbed your bag quickly, hanging up on him to walk outside. Your heels hurt to run in, but you ignored it.

Riki was leaning against his mercedes casually in a leather jacket. He raised an eyebrow when you ran out, putting away the cigarette he’d been about to light. “You were quick.”

“You offered me food,” You scoffed, watching him open the car door for you. “Of course I was quick.” This brought out a light laugh from him.

“You’d marry food if you could.”

“Oh yes I would,” You wrinkled your nose. “Much more appealing than a man.”

“I’ll try not to take offense to that,” Riki sighed, sliding into the drivers seat. For a moment, he just looked at you, before letting himself smile softly. “You look…great.”

“Thanks.”

“You’re welcome.”

He nodded, shifting the car into drive. The rest of the way to dinner was a sort of awkward silence. It’d been a long time since you’d been alone together.

The last time had been a disaster. But perhaps this time could be better.

Full of tteok, you felt less inclined to make a break for it as you walked towards Jay’s much-too-big apartment. Your arm was linked through Riki’s, using him almost as a support structure. The music pounded through the walls, and the place wreaked of booze and pot.

“What if,” You said slowly, “We don’t go inside.”

“C’mon,” Riki elbowed you encouragingly. “You’re already here.”

“I don’t wanna be here though-” He knocked on the door. “DUDE?”

He grinned as Jay opened the door, shrugging. “Jay, wassup,” They did that weird thing that all boys do when they greet each other, and you cringed. 

“Hi Jay,” You mumbled.

He hugged you briefly before leading you through the door. “Dude, I thought you were gonna help us set up.” Jay offered Riki a cigarette and he accepted it with a smirk.

“This one didn’t let me,” He glanced at you, and you rolled your eyes.

“I didn’t even want to come, to be fair,” You bit back, glaring at him.

Jay rolled his eyes. “Of course you didn’t. Well, try to have fun since you are,” He raised an eyebrow at Riki. “And you, don’t get too high and start a fight again.”

It was Riki’s turn to roll his eyes. “Yeah, yeah, yeah, don’t you have hoes waiting for you or something?” He gestured to a group of girls in the corner staring at them. 

“Something you’ll never have,” Jay grinned.

“Now…” Riki said, sighing as Jay walked away.

You rubbed your temples. “You two disgust me. ‘Hoes?’ Really?”

He scratched the back of his head, walking towards the bar. “My bad.” You slapped the back of his head.

“Yeah your bad.”

Riki passed you a beer from the counter, scowling. “That was unnecessary.”

“Yes-”

You’re interrupted as a girl taps Riki on the shoulder. She’s tall with perfectly curled hair and captivating eyes. You watch her wearily as he turns to face him.

“Mina,” He said, cheerily. “How have you been?”

She grinned, wrapping her arms around his neck suggestively. “Good, good. Heeseung and Lia were going to start a game of beer pong, wanna be my partner?”

The stupid grin on his face sparked anger in you, the way she touched him made your face burn. You didn’t like this at all.

“Y/n…you wanna play?” He turns to you, but Mina pulls him back to face her.

“It’s…two on two.”

You force a head nod. “Go, I’ll be fine here.”

“See?” Mina’s sultry smile makes you want to punch her in the face. She begins to pull him away with her, but he glances back at you quickly.

“Don’t move,” He says seriously.

You laugh. “Had no plans to.”

But an hour ticked by, and then two. Riki had not come back. You’d taken to tasting every kind of alcohol Jay had to offer, and eventually, you’d settled on a bottle of gin (which you’d almost finished.)

“Waiting for someone?”

The voice was low, but cool. Welcoming. You turned to see a boy with sharp features and thick brows. He was very handsome, and his smile caught you slightly off guard. “I was,” You said, clearing your throat. “But he doesn’t seem to be coming back anytime soon.”

“How long have you been waiting?”

“Two hours.”

The boy raised an eyebrow. “He’s probably cheating.”

You choked on your drink, laughing. “He’s just a friend. And I have no doubt he’s making out with some random girl right now. I’m mostly here to drag him home later.”

“But is that fair to you?” He asked, leaning against the bar.

“I guess…not. I’m Y/n, by the way.”

He extended his hand, smiling brightly. “Sunghoon. I was wondering if you wanted to dance, and now that I know the boy who’s kept you here when you should be out there is just a friend…would you?”

You took one last sip of gin, smiling. “You know what? Why not.” You took his hand and let him lead you to the dance floor. The music drowned out any room for conversation. 

With Sunghoon (and the help of liquid courage), you began to realize why anyone would enjoy this. You swung your hips to the beat, laughing as Sunghoon did the same. Your hands clasped around his neck almost naturally, bringing him closer to you. 

Sunghoon leaned down to whisper in your ear. “Someone’s staring at you.”

You waved him off, yelling rather loudly, “Don’t care.” And you didn’t. 

Until that person heard you and grabbed your shoulder.

“Y/n, are you drunk? I told you to stay there.” Riki’s eyes flared as he looked at Sunghoon. “Did he get you drunk?”

You scoffed. “I drank because I had nothing to do for two hours. Hoonie just asked me to dance.”

“Hoonie?” There was nothing but malice in the boy’s voice. “We’re leaving.”

The music pounded in the background.

Lately I have been, for some reason, feeling lonely. Even though I’m always around you.

“What? Why do you get to decide that?” You hissed. “I’m having a good time, go make out with Mina again.”

The way you used to be, where has it gone now?

“I wasn’t making out with her!”

Before I knew it things had changed, being alone with you has now become awkward.

“Whoever the fuck you were with!”

I can’t see it anymore, the person I loved.

“Y/n stop being dificult let’s go.”

The person I was so familiar with.

Sunghoon stepped between you two, taking your hand. “Leave her alone. She obviously doesn’t want to go with you.”

Slowly, slowly, everything became blurry.

“What do you know?” Riki seethed, fists clenching.

I was too aware of everything, even being by your side doesn’t make my heart flutter.

“Stop!” You pulled away from Sunghoon, giving him an apologetic look. “Riki, just stop. I’ll go.”

An everyday with an unsaid goodbye.

“Y/n…you don’t have to-” Sunghoon started.

You gave him a soft smile. “It’s better if I do. I’ll see you around?”

Even when I’m filled with you, tung tung.

“Find me if he’s too much of an asshole,” Sunghoon whispers.

Your smile widens as Riki grabs your arm angrily. “I will.”

I’m empty.

[love-kurdt]

Swooping, Sloping, Cursive Letters: 5

word count: 578

PLEASE READ THIS IS ME TRYING FIRST, AS THIS STORY RELIES HEAVILY UPON THE CONTEXT OF TIMT

October 3, 1987

Dear Will,

Why does loving you feel so wrong, yet so right? It seems like for every thought I have about you, another comes to bite me in the ass. I wish I could just think about you in peace without all of the shame. But at the same time, I know it isn’t normal for me to like you, to love you, to want you. I’m usually able to stop my mind from wandering into that territory, but there’s something about you that is making it more and more difficult for me to resist those thoughts from entering my head. I think the main culprit is your shoulders. Yes, I said it. I am attracted to your shoulders. Specifically when you wear your polo shirts that are a size or two too small and hug your upper body a little too tightly. Or when you steal my leather jacket and shove it on, and it accentuates your arms, rather than making them disappear like it does to mine. You’re so attractive, it’s actually crazy. I think my brain needs to catch up to my heart. Because my heart is thriving, but my brain is a killjoy.

On another (less horny) note, it feels amazing to have you back in school again. I meant it when I told you that Hawkins wasn’t the same without you. I wasn’t the same without you. But now I have you. As a friend, of course. Obviously. And that’s totally okay. Because now, walking through the hallways doesn’t feel so lonely. Now, when someone says something funny, I’m able to turn and see your reaction. Now, I can put effort into my English notes again, because someone never reads the assigned chapters. And now, I’m not going to fail art!

Speaking of, I might have run out of space in my binder of your art. So I had to run to Melvald’s to pick up another one. Your mom had so many questions, and I was a stuttering mess for literally no reason. I ended up telling her it was for an English project, which was a stupid idea, because I momentarily blanked and failed to remember that we’re in the same class. Your mom got all wound up like she usually does and sent me off with a second binder to drop off at your house on her behalf, because she didn’t know we had a “project” due. I was so embarrassed, standing in your doorway and watching your face morph from surprise to confusion, then to amusement. But seeing you laugh at my idiocy made it all the more worth it. And now you have a random binder in your possession that is definitely not for an English project. I hope you find some use for it.

When I got home, I started putting your newer drawings in the second binder, and kind of spent an hour staring at and analyzing them when I should have been doing homework. So your notes for the next few chapters of The Grapes of Wrath probably won’t be too detailed this time around… sorry. I can’t help that I’m completely obsessed with you. I should probably get to those notes, though, before I forget to take them altogether. Plus, we have plans to ride bikes to school early so we can work on our next campaign, and this overdramatic paladin needs his beauty rest.

I’ll see you tomorrow.

Love,

Mike

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[my-hyperfixation-hell]

being yukio okumura must be a lonely nightmare

OK disclaimer to start: I've only watched the anime, not read the manga, so if this comes up in the manga forgive me for I do not know (also no spoilers please <3 I'm picking it up soon) HOWEVER

Yukio being so young and yet an exorcist must be the most gutwrenchingly lonely experience, like... going through his different positions with his three core social groups;

As an exorcist: He has his coworkers, but they're all adults. He's a 16 year old boy. As much as they include him, respect him, acknowledge his experience and skill, there's always going to be the part of them as grown ass adults that sees him as a 16 year old. That gap will always be there, and it'll probably also manifest itself Yukio being excluded from some general parts of adult life, and probably looked down upon, even subconsciously by those who do respect them. He'll always be the "little brother" friend. It's no wonder Yukio isn't very social. What is he going to do, watch all the adults slowly get drunk at a work party? Whoo. (Sure, Shura would probably give him a beer, and I'm sure the others would be willing to look the other way, but Yukio himself probably wouldn't take it.)

Not only that, but he doesn't have the same liberty as other teenagers his age to be dumb teenagers. If Rin or Shima or whoever else messes up- okay, impulsive, but they have the grace of being in training. Yukio, on the other hand, has to be professional. He has to act older than his age, or it's proof that he's not ready to be where he's at. It must be so frustrating whenever he works with a new exorcist- "Yes, I'm young for my position. No, that won't make me more difficult to work with. No, I don't need you to explain this concept to me, I already understand it, I graduated too-"

As a teacher: He has his students, all the same age as him. Hell, even if they have issues, Rin is his brother. But there's a power dynamic in the fact that he is their teacher and they are his students. There's also a duty Yukio has as the more experienced exorcist and their teacher to look after their safety, especially on field trips and the like. When they're fooling around in class, he has to be the killjoy who brings them back around on topic, and this isn't some math class they'll forget as soon as they graduate; he's teaching them information their lives are going to depend on.

It's also pretty hard to maintain a friendship with the same people you gave detention last week, or that you had to fail on a test.

As a student: Yukio also attends classes at True Cross that aren't at all related to exorcism, but I feel like even there he'd struggle connecting with his peers. Yukio's busy with teaching and exorcisms; that's a lot of time. Then his homework and classes- where exactly is he left to fit in a social life?

The anime suggests he's popular for girls to crush on. but being the crush of someone you barely know in high school isn't a friendship. Yukio seems like he'd be the typical introverted kid who goes mostly unnoticed. Even if he makes friends, what happens when he's had one too many last minute call ins for exorcisms, and has to ditch yet another hangout? How many medical leaves does he have to take in such an injury-prone job, not to mention mental health? It'd be easy to gain a reputation as a flaky and uninterested friend.

Then there's the issue of adjusting to a 'normal' life. How does one do that? How do you sit there and listen to your friends talk about homework and video games and whatever else they did last night, meanwhile what you did last night was risk your life slaying a demon, but if you even tried to tell them, you'd sound insane because most people in this world don't know demons are real at all. Not to mention he couldn't talk about his teaching job, either. Oh, also, "how was your vacation?" "My biological dad who is also Satan killed my adoptive dad who was an exorcist". To a teenager, it must feel impossible to find a way to relate regardless.

I think this has overall been a pretty sad post. I do think as Yukio grows up, he'll find his place. Once Rin and the others graduate, the wall of teacher-student between them will also be removed, though he'll still probably outrank them, at least for a while. As he grows up, too, the age gap between him and his peers will lessen, and he'll gain new coworkers who've only know him as an adult.

It will get better, just takes time.

[divinegrey]

𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 / 𝐯𝐢𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐟!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

welcome to angst central, everybody! I tweaked the prompt for this one, but please read the warnings for this one. It's a little gruesome. title is inspired by repeat until death by novo amor!

prompt: Reader is from Omega earth on a mission to secure some radianite until they run into Viper from Alpha earth. In their worlds they were together but Reader's Viper died and vise versa

words: 1950

warnings: blood, violence, character death, extreme grief

They say to never pull out a knife unless you’re ready to fix the problem, but god, it’s starting to become a little tempting. 

Back pressed against the wall, one hand on your stomach to stem the small flow of blood, you slide down until your ass hits the floor. Every movement causes you pain, but you can’t help but be a little grateful for it. The pain, at least, is a distraction from everything else that has you chained down to rock bottom. 

What are the odds one of your teammates comes and gets you right now? Last you checked, your squadmates were pushing on A site, and you went to wrap around B and see if you could flank them from behind. That went awry when one of Alpha Jett’s knives got lodged into your stomach and you barely had time to throw a smoke bomb to cover your escape. You ran (hobbled) into a hallway near B site and… here you are. 

Bleeding from your stomach because the one place your armor doesn’t cover is the place Jett sunk her knife into. Go figure. 

“Need heals!” Killjoy’s voice flows through the earpiece lodged into your ear, followed by the sound of gunshots that you can hear faintly in the distance. “Reyna’s down— Shit! Atlas—” Another spray of bullets garbles KJ’s words beyond your understanding, but you catch the end. “Where are you?!” 

Pulling your hand away from your stomach, you yank out the earpiece and throw it at the wall in front of you. It clatters onto the ground. Stupid fucking mission. Stupid fucking Radianite. 

Everything would just be so much simpler if she was still here. 

You look down at the Ghost gripped between your blood-smeared fingers. This wouldn’t be the first time you considered it. 

Is this even worth it?

Footsteps come to your ears, hazy through the pain bleeding in your stomach. Weakly, you raise your gun to the door in the hallway that leads out to the B site on Fracture, trying to muffle the sounds of your strained breathing. There’s the taste of blood in your mouth, thick and metallic. 

Green eyes flash around the corner, the nozzle of a gun aimed at your face, and you drop yours. 

“S… Bean?” You whisper, your voice just barely loud enough over the clank of your Ghost hitting the floor. 

Viper— Alpha Viper— stares at you, a Vandal held in her arms and a glare in her eyes. The glare, god, it’s so familiar. Tears come to your eyes, and you turn your head to the ceiling. 

“I love you so much, please don’t cry, my love.” 

The memory cuts through you worse than any pain you’ve ever felt, because this isn’t a pain that can be seen or witnessed. No, grief is a knife that burns hot against your skin every single morning you wake up and every single evening. Grief is a knife that cuts your dreams apart into ribbons. 

You wait for the blessing of death, and yet, it never comes. 

Opening your eyes, you look at Viper, telling yourself that this isn’t yours. 

“Not pushing A, huh?” You say, a slight laugh coming out of your throat followed by a painful wheeze as the knife twists inside of you. You curse, looking down at the knife before looking back up at Viper. 

She walks closer to you. Slowly, you raise your other hand, showing that you’re holding nothing in it, head leaning against the wall. But even with how strong you are, the pain makes it difficult to focus; you drop your arm onto the ground, your body shuddering with a forced inhale from your brain struggling to keep you alive. 

“You called me Bean. Familiar with my counterpart, are you?” Sabine says, and a chuckle escapes your throat. 

“More than familiar,” you say, running your tongue over your teeth. “Before you died.” 

Sabine stills, and you see every single emotion working through her eyes the same way you’d see them work through your Sabine’s eyes, when she was still alive. You see the confusion switch into questioning, before settling into a curiosity you’d call morbid. Every second you spend staring at the Sabine standing before you is another bullet burying itself at home in your broken heart. Tears spring to your eyes, and to save yourself the embarrassment before your death, you tilt your head away. 

You see Sabine’s boots in your peripherals, before she lowers herself down to a knee. 

“I died? In your world?” 

With a sigh, you nod. “You did. You died, in my arms, and I was too late to save you.” 

Salty tears slide down your cheeks, evident in the way it cleans and clings to the dirt on your face from the intensity of battle. A hand comes to rest on your stomach, just below the site of Jett’s knife embedded into your stomach, and you can’t hold it back. You can’t hold back the sob, and the only thing you can do is bring your hand to your mouth to muffle the sounds. 

“I’m sorry,” Sabine says, sounding distraught herself, in the way her voice is tighter like the words are being forced from her throat. “What’s your name?” 

You lower your hand, letting it fall to your leg. “Atlas.” 

“Atlas,” Sabine repeats, as though she’s saying the word for the first time, and it hurts so much more. “You’re not with us. Not on our Earth.” 

The ache in your chest grows with every weak inhale for oxygen. You turn your head to Sabine. “Really? I’m not? You didn’t even find my twin? Did you try looking harder?” 

Even through her mask covering half her face, you see the material shift. She’s smiling in the way she does when she thinks a joke is funny but doesn’t want to admit it— you know that smile. You caused that smile, hundreds of times on your Earth. You watch Sabine’s eyes dip down, then flicker back up to yours. 

“Married?” Sabine asks. You glance briefly at the gold ring sitting on your finger, before looking back up. 

“For a few minutes,” you say, the words sinking deeper and deeper into your body with every passing moment. Or is that the exhaustion finally catching up to you? “Then I was widowed.” 

Sabine puts two and two together, because of course she does. With a quivering smile, you raise your hand, aiming to cup her face. Your strength abandons you, so you whisper instead, “Don’t go. Please, just let your face be the last thing I see. Mine was the last you saw before you—” 

You can’t say anymore. Your body physically can’t— between the knife in your stomach, the wounds on your body, the grief that lays potent like poison in your heart, there’s not a single part of you that wants to go on. That can go on, knowing that your wife is gone and her copy is right here. 

Sabine pulls her mask off, and you notice a cut you hadn’t seen before right where the line of her mask seals to her face. How much of yourself do you have left to give?

“Sabine, please, I can heal you—” 

“And that will leave you dead, my love. Don’t.” 

Pushing through every part of you that refuses to go, you place your fingers on Sabine’s cheek, ghosting the pads over the cut on her cheek. Sabine is frozen, her hand gripping your knee, and you exhale what life you have left not through your lungs, but through your blood and into your fingers. 

The cut on Sabine’s cheek seals together, scar tissue modulating quickly before fading, almost as if she had never been cut at all. In return, your face slices open, in the exact same place. 

Sabine asks, “Why?” 

“Atlas may have held the world and its sins on his shoulders, but you will never have to hold mine,” You say, the words coming out with blood trickling from the corner of your mouth. You smile, if only for a moment. “You’d say that to me. Had you— your copy— not said so, I would’ve traded her life for mine. But she didn’t let me. I suppose I’m trying to make up for it now.” 

Sound from your earpiece on the ground causes both of you to look toward it.

“You should go,” you say, voice hollow. “I don’t think many of my teammates are left alive as it is. Here.” 

You shift to grab some spare ammo mags because you have nothing left to give, but the movement causes your spine to say fuck off and you fall forward. 

Or, you would’ve fallen forward if it weren’t for Sabine catching you and pulling your arm around her shoulder. You make the mistake of getting too close, because you catch the smell of her mulberry perfume and it’s like she’s dying all over again. You see the smile she gave you before the light left her eyes every night in your dreams, and you see it again now. 

You don’t realize you’re being pulled to your feet until you’re support a little of your own weight. 

“What…?” Your voice trails off, your head resting on her shoulder. 

“C’mon,” Sabine whispers, her voice so, so soft. “Keep your hand on that knife. Don’t pull it out.” 

“What are you—” 

“I’m paying it forward,” Sabine cuts you off. You don’t question her. You don’t question her when she gets you out of the hallway, aiming with her Vandal to check corners and hallways as she moves. You try not to drag your feet, but pins and needles make it difficult. Your vision is going blurrier and you’re struggling to stay awake, held down only by the smell of Sabine’s mulberry perfume and the residual trace of toxins. 

“Eyes open,” Sabine says. Your eyelids feel like they’re filled with lead, but you do it. 

You watch as she walls off B site entirely— you’re at the spawn site. 

At some point, Sabine lowers you down to sit somewhere, and you can hardly keep your head level. 

“Don’t fall asleep on me, Atlas,” Sabine says, and you have the energy to smile. 

“You’d say that when we’d watch movies, you know,” you whisper. Sabine nods. 

“What movies would we watch?” Sabine asks, her hand pressed against your shoulder to keep you upright. She turns, pressing her other hand to her earpiece. “Sage, get back to spawn. I need healing, bad. They’re coming from B.” 

Lie. She walled it off. 

There’s a slight garble from Sabine’s earpiece. 

“We started with action movies,” you say, the words farther apart with every breath you struggle to take. Sabine flicks her eyes toward you, and you focus on those evergreen depths, the beauty inside of them. “But you secretly love romcoms, even if you won’t ever say it.” 

Sabine leans forward, pressing her lips to your forehead. Into your skin, she whispers, “Don’t ever tell a soul that, Atlas.” 

Tears fall onto your lap. “I never did.” 

Blackness crowds into your eyes, paired with the feeling of your limbs going numb. Your fingers are long gone— when was your last breath? 

“Atlas?” 

You slump into Sabine’s shoulder. 

“I love you,” you say shakily. “Find me in your world, Sabine, I’ll be yours in a landslide.” 

You wrap your arm around Sabine, and with one final exhale, you fall into darkness, echoed by Sabine’s shouts. The last thing you see is the glittering gold of the ring on your finger. 

I can’t seem to not need to need you, Sabine. In this world or yours. 

~~~~~

A/N: well that fucking hurt. fuck you (appreciatively) to the anon that requested this

[magpie-trinkets]

I hate what AI art has done to my enjoyment of art. I also hate AI art for multiple other reasons, but that is one of them.

Now instead of enjoying a piece for composition or colour or plain just "this looks pretty" I am instantly suspicious. Sus, one might say. I go through the piece with a fine toothed comb. Is there an inconsistent detail? A mistake a human wouldn't make so far in the process? A weird hand?

Most of AI art trying to pass as art (that I've seen) is heavily rendered, meaning a real artist should've spent hours or days on that thing, chipping away, seeing the piece, which means more opportunities to correct mistakes made in sketch or any other part of the process; it also implies that the artist has some experience and skill, and knowledge of their medium. Art tools, references, etc. Whether you like or dislike their style, their designs or concepts is another matter entirely. This is pure art analysis.

Let's expand:

- Inconsistent details: This is not "this comic artist forgot to copy a detail from panel to panel". This is forgetting bilateral symmetry. This is having fish from the same species have different fin placement. This is weird windows in a normal building, this is breaking a pattern up for no discernible reason. This is a line not connecting with another. This is a detail that shouldn't be there, be there. The AI is good at replicating how something looks, but is bad at paying attention to concepts in the foundation, and it shows with these little details. Concepts that are easily understood by humans by just looking at references and doing sketches.

- A mistake/uncanny wrongness: when you look at a piece for so long, at the same time your back suffers from the unhealthy posture you torture it with, you start seeing mistakes, or things you want to change, or improve, or remove. Like "that pose could be better" or "I forgot this in the background", or "this colour doesn't look good", or "this pattern is too concentrated, I'd better space this element out". An AI doesn't have observational skills or these thought processes. It's also hilariously bad at replicating text. If something feels uncanny, I have to think "did a human make this decision?" or "is the anatomy even correct? the perspective? the colours? the fucking text? it's the fucking text isn't it."

I would offer more specific examples of these, but I try to avoid AI art the second I feel the uncanny wrongness, I have the tag filtered. Once a detail is wrong in a wrong way (I'm not talking an artist accidentally drawing two right hands, I'm talking fingers coming out of fingers) I start to see other mistakes or uncanny decisions. It boils down to the little details.

AI is "trained" (stealing, copying) on multiple other pieces of art. But it copies without understanding. When an artist copies they're trying to understand, they are studying what they copy, and usually they are appreciating what they study. That's why they're called "studies", and they're often properly credited. When they borrow another's style (like Rembrandt) people often say "drawn in a Rembrandt style". AI doesn't do studies, doesn't understand, doesn't credit the thousands of artworks they've stolen from. Because it's thousands, millions. If you tell an AI to generate a painting in a Rembrandt style, you bet your ass the AI is using Rembrandt AND thousand other pieces from different people. But the person posting the AI art says "piece from X AI software in a Rembrandt style!", and that's even if they disclose that it's AI. They don't know which pieces and which artists have been stolen from for that piece. Hey, maybe the AI didn't even copy real Rembrandt pieces. Maybe it's not even Rembrandt style.

I am no longer able to enjoy heavily-rendered, semi-realistic pieces. And the moment AI art encroaches on other styles, we're fucked. Suspicion is such a killjoy, a party shitter and pooper. I hate feeling suspicion every time I see a piece, and I hate feeling right even more.

There's no soul behind AI art. There's no effort or skill. There's no "hours and hours of practicing hand poses". There's no observation. There's no appreciation. There's no intention. There's no love. There's only greed.

[queenbeeibee]

I Don't Care What People Say-

That had always been Beelzebub's motto when dealing with the rumor mill. Whatever they had to say about her - and she knew there was always something to say - she never let herself care. What was the point, really? It wouldn't stop jabbering mouths from spreading the latest gossip: about how much (or how little) she was sleeping; about the clothes she preferred to wear; about her friendship with the other Sins...

About her engagement to Lucifer. There had always been talk about the two of them being too close, and for a while, talk was all there had been. But now, some idiot news anchor thought she knew best. Thought she could spread news that really wasn't even hers to tell the entire dimension of Hell. And while Bee had let so many things slide before, this was one thing she could not - would not - ignore. Which was why she was here, looking up through the window of a discrete Pride Town Car at the sign of NEWS STATION 666 STUDIOS - POWERED BY VOXTEK! Her driver, Jackson, pulled as close to the entrance as possible, his worried old eyes meeting Bee's through the rearview mirror. "Are you certain this is the best course of action, your Highness?"

"Mmm, probably not." She could admit that a large part of this was being done entirely on impulse, that she hadn't entirely thought her actions through. But it wasn't like Beelzebub could just wait for it to die down; after all, this effected far more than just her, or her Ring. This could hurt people she cared about. "But it's better than just sitting on my ass and hoping it all blows over."

"I suppose you are correct." The old Wolfhound rasped, his eyes never leaving the reflection of Bee's. "But do take care not to cause a scene, yes?"

"Me? Cause a scene?" Bee turned her nose up, sniffing dramatically. "When have you ever known me to cause a scene?"

"Two hours ago, your Highness."

Though Jackson had to admit that one hadn't been entirely Beelzebub's fault. While she was certainly at fault for throwing fifty banana peels into a group of Sinner demons who had tried chasing their car, the Sinners had started the altercation, so he was willing to bend the benefit of the doubt in the Fox-Sin's favor. The graying Hound carefully unclicked his safety belt and opened his door, moving swiftly and surreptitiously to do the same for Beelzebub. The Sin ducked her head as she climbed out of the car, though there was almost no chance of anyone recognizing her - in an attempt to keep alarm down, she had come to the studio in her human disguise, a blond haired, brown eyed young woman with multicolored streaks in her hair that matched Bee's own. The streaks seemed to move through the blond, slowly bubbling up and down, shifting in shade as they went, though they did so very slowly - if one wasn't paying attention, they never would notice. That didn't stop Jackson from pulling off his suit jacket to half-cover his employer's head as they hurried their way into the front doors of the studio, the elder Hound easily keeping pace with the young Queen.

Inside of Studio 666 was a madhouse of noise and bodies, Sinners moving to and fro, all with a sense of purpose that they seemed to think gave them the right to shove anyone out of their way. Jackson raised his lip at the unprofessionalism, both the Sinners' and his own - in order to keep from falling back, he had to tighten his arm around Beelzebub's shoulders, and though she whispered that it was no big, Jackson, c'mon, he still felt a certain sense of shame in needing to use his Queen as a balancing pole. "You are a Deadly Sin, my Queen, not a ballast. Though I don't quite know why I expected manners from former humans..."

"'Cause they're not all bad, Jackson. You know that. The one we're about to meet might be, though." Bee nodded her head just a bit to the left, her eyes narrowing as she took in sight of Katie Killjoy's blond head of hair. "C'mon, let's get through this mess. It's like walking through the Hive at high party time!"

"It certainly seems like it, yes." Though when it came to the Hive, Beelzebub was almost never in a human disguise. The weight of a Deadly Sin's known presence seemed to cut through crowds like a knife through butter, but they didn't have that luxury this time. The two of them waded through the hustle-and-bustle, occasionally shoving demons out of the way, themselves, until they managed to reach the Praying-Mantis News Anchor, who was filing her nails and looking rather pissed to be doing it. Her eyes drifted over to them as they got closer, and there was an audible creaking noise as her lips pulled down into a frown. "Uh, don't know if you know, sweeties, but this studio isn't open to the public. BEAT IT."

"...mmm, nah. I don't think we will." Bee took a step forward, glaring up at the demon before her. The brown of her eyes slowly faded into their normal pink and her fingertips slowly shifted into familiar claws. "See, I came here all the way from Gluttony to talk to your bitch ass about a certain news story you broke this morning. Y'know, the one about me and Lucifer?"

"....Beelzebub?" Katie could hear the tremor in her own voice, and she hated it. Fuck, was this really the Deadly Sin of Gluttony? "I'm so sorry! We- I-"

"Save it. I'm not here to listen to your platitudes, or deal with your excuses. I'm here to nip this little rumor mill you've started in the bud. Lucifer and I are NOT engaged. The shit your eyewitnesses saw was the two of us conning free meals out of humans for fun. Now, you're going to do a little TV special saying you were wrong about the entire thing, or I promise, you're gonna wish you had."

[iladkaren]

LOVE QUIDDITCH: Chapter III

Pairing: Gryffindor!Kim Seokjin x Slytherin!Reader

Summary:

“So you haven’t kissed yet…” Taehyung teased.

Chapter I

Chapter II

“Please go to Hogsmeade with me!” I jumped from the couch as Jimin appears suddenly in front of me. His eyes were shining with excitement and he was bouncing on his feet, ‘Please go to Hogsmeade with me’ repeating over and over again. He couldn’t keep it in any longer as he began jumping up and down. His hands waving around like he was trying to convince me to go somewhere else.

“Jimin, I told you no!” I say exasperatedly, “I have a lot going on right now. Besides, I can’t forget what you did to me yesterday.” I sigh and went back to my reading.

I could feel Jimin huff but he doesn’t leave me alone, instead, he goes to sit next to me. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. What happened yesterday? All I remember was you kicking some ass at yesterday’s practice.” He laughs a little before continuing, “I mean how could I possibly have forgotten? That was pretty epic! I still can’t believe that you actually hit Jin with a Bludger.” He shook his head in disbelief.

My face flushed a little bit remembering the events from yesterday. ‘I guess you could say it was kind of epic.’ The memory played through my head as if I had just seen it.

‘I can’t wait to be yours.’

I feel myself blushing as I remember Seokjin’s words. I pulled the book closer to my face to hide my redden cheeks from Jimin.

‘It seems I won’t be able to get rid of that man anytime soon, huh?’ I thought bitterly, remembering how much he was distracting me.

“Why are you blushing?” Jimin said teasingly, pulling me out of my thoughts.

“No reason! Shut up, you idiot!” I pushed him off the couch and stood up, making my way towards the gloomy Slytherin staircase.

“Wait!” Jimin yelled, standing up from the couch quickly following after me, “Come on, (y/n)!” I rolled my eyes as he grabbed my wrist tightly, “Just come on! Please!” Jimin pleaded, looking into my eyes with puppy dog eyes.

“Just us two?” I questioned, giving him a look.

“Of course! But please, (y/n)?” Jimin said while pouting even more.

“Fine!” I said reluctantly, not wanting to hurt Jimin’s feelings.

Jimin squealed happily before dragging me to Hogsmeade.

We walked together towards our favorite shop, Honeydukes. I felt myself smiling at the sight of the store, it reminded me of the first day I met Jimin and he bought me all the sweets he promised he would. It has been such a wonderful memory for me.

The Three Broomsticks is also the last place I ever wanted to end up in.

Jimin always insisted we go inside the pub every time we went to the village.

When we arrived, he dragged me inside and we made our way over to the table where he ordered himself and I a Butterbeer. We sat together waiting for our drinks. As we waited we looked around the room taking everything in. The atmosphere was quite different than when Jimin and I would go in here. The smell of alcohol was slightly stronger, as well as the smell of food being cooked in the kitchen downstairs.

“Hey, idiots.” Yoongi called from behind us causing both Jimin and I to look at him confused.

He was smirking evilly while holding a bottle of Firewhiskey.

“YOONGI!” Jimin yelled excitedly. I smiled at Yoongi’s actions and followed suit.

Yoongi chuckled loudly as he poured the drink and handed it over to Jimin who started chugging it down in seconds, clearly not thinking it would taste good.

“So what brings you both here?” Yoongi asked, sipping on his drink.

“Well, it’s Sunday. It’s so boring in the Slytherin common rooms, and I had to drag Ms. Killjoy over here.” Jimin grinned while pointing at me, I glared at him which caused him to giggle in response. “Plus, she was bored too. So we decided to come to Hogsmeade and make ourselves happy.” Jimin continued while pointing at me with emphasis this time.

“I was not bored. I was happy being alone.” I mumbled and sipped on my Butterbeer.

“You know, we’ve been friends forever. When have I ever let you spend time alone?” Jimin asked.

I shrugged my shoulders, “Fair point.”

“You idiots are hopeless.” Yoongi shook his head, “You know you’d never be by yourself again. Right, (y/n)?” Yoongi said nudging my side with his elbow. I tried hiding my blush by taking another sip of my butterbeer, only to spit it out at the sound of his name.

“JIN!” Jimin screamed out across the room, causing everyone to turn and look in our direction.

Seokjin appeared from out of nowhere. Looking incredibly handsome in dark robes.

I hid behind my butterbeer and peeked around to see the guy who had taken a liking to me. His eyes scanning the room before finally falling on us, sending chills down my spine. His piercing gaze was making my skin crawl and I felt very self conscious.

Seokjin’s eyes scanned over my body from top to bottom slowly and lingering. He sent me a small smile but it didn’t help at all. My stomach flipped and my body temperature rose at the same pace.

I quickly turned back around and focused my attention on Jimin. I took another swig from my butterbeer. I didn’t dare to look back towards Jin because I knew that I would end up losing whatever courage I had left if I did.

“What’s up with her?” Yoongi asked quietly, nodding towards me, “She looks kinda nervous.”

I was about to snap at him when I heard the familiar sound of a throat clearing. My head whipped up and my eyes met those of the gorgeous man in question. His dark brown hair was styled neatly to one side, leaving the rest to flow freely. His jaw was tight as he stared at me. His expression softening almost immediately as our eyes connected. A soft smirk graced his lips and I could feel my heart skip a beat.

Seokjin cleared his throat again catching our attention once again. I swear I felt my face burn and Jimin giggled at my reaction.

”Hello, everyone!” Jin exclaimed. 

Jimin, who was sitting across me, moved to the other chair to give the seat to Seokjin. So now this guy is sitting across from me, and Jimin across Yoongi. Great. Just great.

“Thank you, Jimin, you really didn’t have to do that.” Seokjin smiled kindly at him. He seemed to notice how flustered I was becoming and started looking down at me with a frown on his face.

“Oh, yes I did!” Jimin insisted.

“No, he’s right, you didn’t have to.” I said quietly and Jimin gave me a teasing look.

“Are you alright, (y/n)?” Seokjin’s brow furrowed in confusion.

“Yeah…” I muttered shyly, avoiding eye contact. 

“Anyway!” Jimin suddenly said excitedly, cutting off any further conversation. “How are you doing?”

“I’m doing great. I have a little bruise on my rib from the bludger.” Seokjin pointed at his torso.

I felt bad, remembering the bludger incident when we were flying. Seokjin wasn’t lucky enough to avoid that hit. “Sorry,” I mumbled quietly. I wasn’t sure why but I was feeling slightly guilty for hitting him, despite the fact that I knew it was an accident.

“It’s okay,” Seokjin smiled reassuringly at me. “I don’t mind getting hit by you.” He added.

My cheeks heated up again and my heart skipped a beat. Why is he making my heart race so much? This isn’t happening!

“What are you? A masochist?” Yoongi spoke, making Seokjin chuckle lightly. “And stop teasing her, you’re making her uncomfortable.” Yoongi said while glaring at Seokjin, obviously trying not to laugh himself.

Suddenly, Seokjin placed his hand under my chin, making me look at him straight on, forcing my gaze into his. He brought my chin closer towards his face. He lowered his eyes to meet mine, locking eyes with me. 

His stare held so many emotions. He looked at me like someone important to him. Like I was his whole world. I couldn’t take it anymore.

I snatched Yoongi’s Firewhiskey bottle out of his hands, chugged the entire thing down in one shot and placed the empty bottle on the table. I then proceeded to stand up from my seat. Before I could walk away, Seokjin’s hands gripped onto my wrist stopping me from going any further.

“Where are you going?” He asked worriedly.

“To the toilets, I’ll be right back.”

“Don’t go anywhere else.” He whispered before letting go of my wrist.

WHAT DOES HE WANT FROM ME?

I stood still staring at him for a few moments after hearing his words, my heart starting to pound faster. I walked past him, ignoring him completely and headed into the hallway.

As I entered the washroom, I quickly grabbed some water and splashed it over my face. I stared at myself in the mirror for a moment, trying to calm my nerves. What just happened? How can he do this to me?! What is wrong with him?

I walked back out, and I noticed two additional guests on our table.

Jung Hoseok and Kim Taehyung. The sweethearts of Hufflepuff house. 

They were laughing together happily, probably sharing some funny story. Taehyung must of been telling Jimin because he was laughing along with him, looking extremely entertained.

They must have noticed me looking at them, or at least Hoseok did since he looked directly at me with a smile on his face. He waved at me. I smiled at him, waving back politely and made my way over to their table. They stopped laughing abruptly when they saw I was coming, their expressions changing from confused to surprised. I sat back down.

“Hey.” Hoseok greeted.

Taehyung just nodded at me. “Is it true you and Jin are dating?” He asked curiously.

“Huh?” I looked confused as I glanced at Hoseok who was smirking.

“We heard he’s your boyfriend.” Taehyung replied smugly.

Wait...what?

“Um...no. That’s not true. We’re not dating.” I explained frantically. I felt my cheeks warm up as I realised what just came out of my mouth.

“Not yet, anyway.” Seokjin chuckled. Yoongi and Jimin were also watching us amusedly and Hoseok was chuckling quietly. 

“What the hell are you talking about?” I glared at him, glaring daggers.

Seokjin shrugged his shoulders innocently.

“So you haven’t kissed yet…” Taehyung teased.

I shook my head angrily at him, “I am not kissing anyone! You guys are crazy if you think I would ever even think of doing such a thing to him. Don’t make me laugh, because right now, that sounds like the most ridiculous thing I have ever thought you had suggested. Have you gone insane? Who does he think I am, some kind of animal?!”

Hoseok rolled his eyes, “You act like there’s anything wrong with kissing.”

“Well, obviously there’s something wrong with kissing!” I retorted furiously, causing Taehyung and Hoseok to burst out into laughter.

“Okay, okay! Calm down!” Seokjin placed his hands on my shoulders. “Why are you being like this?” He asked seriously.

“Like what?!”

“So defensive.”

“Because I am.”

Seokjin looked at me for a second longer as if he wanted to say something. Instead he simply let out a loud sigh and shook his head.

“Okay, lovebirds, that’s enough.” Yoongi said. “Let’s play Exploding Snap. I thought we’re here to have fun.” He grinned slyly.

They all groaned loudly as Yoongi began shuffling the deck of cards in his hand, placing a card on top of it. We all got seated around the table and began playing Exploding Snap. It felt weird playing a game with these people when I barely know them, except for Jimin and Yoongi.

Soon, we were joined by Namjoon and Jungkook who decided to come eat dinner at The Three Broomsticks while they watch us play. 

Sometime in the night, the alcohol I had consumed wore off and I found myself sobering up significantly. However, the effects weren’t permanent and I remained relatively drunk throughout the evening. And every time that happened, Seokjin would be there for me; checking up on me whenever I would get tipsy, or offering me some water. As we continued to play Exploding Snap, I eventually got tired and fell asleep leaning against Seokjin who wrapped his arms around me. The others all watched us, amused by how clingy I’d become with Seokjin, but none of them said anything. Even though it was embarrassing, I knew I needed the comfort and warmth. I couldn’t remember the last time I felt comfortable enough to lean against another person. So that’s exactly what I’ve done – leaning against Seokjin.

Chapter I

Chapter II

[tiktokitssinoclock]

brim, cypher, phoenix walking in on you ;) ? if not brim then just those two is fine!! also if u wanna do one for the girls then viper, fade, reyna, and raze are at the top of my list :p

I think I'll handle the guy agents first, but rest assured, the ladies' reactions will be on the way! I definitely got ahead of myself when I was writing the guys LMAO so there will be full oneshots for each male character you requested. Just like the first part, all of these take place in pre-established relationships with the agents. Also, Brimstone may not necessarily walk in on reader, but he definitely still catches them in the act ;)

Walking in on You- Brimstone

NSFW // Minors and ageless blogs, DNI // You will be blocked

At first, Brimstone wasn't entirely sure what stirred him from his sleep. All he knew was that your back was warm against his chest and the sheets were comfortable, prompting him to keep his eyes closed and fight back a yawn. He could tell by the low lighting of the room that it was still quite early in the morning. Seeing as how he had no intentions of getting out of bed before the sun was even up, he willed himself to go back to sleep.

He had been up until nearly three AM getting everything sorted for a big mission coming up, which in itself was a massive headache. Two of the safe points he'd previously secured for the agents to use were now compromised, so he had to pull a few strings and cash in a favor or two to establish new ones. None of the equipment was in order, either. Despite promising that they'd work on the protocol's rifles, Chamber and Killjoy hadn't so much as cleaned them yet. Brimstone made a mental note to have a civil conversation with them about it when he saw them next, his finger darkened with grime from the barrel of the gun he checked.

It was a blessing in disguise that the next day was his scheduled time off, allowing him the opportunity to sleep in. He was more than happy to sleep away the stress of his late night, not to mention spend more time with you.

Just as the shadows of a dream began flickering across the back of his eyelids, he found himself roused awake again. He prickled in annoyance as he slowly regained consciousness, sluggishly trying to piece together why he kept waking up. He let out a soft sigh, becoming aware of slight movement from where you were wrapped in his arms. He almost wondered if you were having a muscle cramp or tossing a bit as you slept, his sleep-addled brain not allowing him to draw any further conclusions.

A barely-there noise drew that thought and everything else out, though. He found his head going completely blank, nothing but that single sound echoing in his ears on repeat.

You had moaned.

His eyes shot open in immediate recognition, only to immediately squint at the morning light just beginning to stream through the window. Brimstone took a moment to collect his bearings, not moving so much as a muscle until he was able to spare you a glance.

The first thing he noticed was that your hands were no longer curled beneath your head. Instead, one was underneath your shirt, gently roaming over the expanse of your chest. He followed the movements of your fingers, watching them trail in soft circles around your hardened nipples. The other disappeared beneath the sheets. Noises continued to pour from you, though you had your face buried in the pillow to muffle them.

Although he was certainly appreciative of your current state, he was still slow to connect how you woke him up. He was a deep sleeper as it was, and you were taking extreme care to be as quiet as possible-

As if to answer his question, you pressed needily against him once more. He had to bite back a hiss as another moan escaped you. The way your ass lightly pressed into his crotch with every movement made his morning wood throb with anticipation. It all clicked into place.

Brimstone blinked a few more times. What the hell was he doing just laying there? You were clearly feeling frisky and... frankly, so was he. The invitation was right there. He just had to accept it. He moved his hands to firmly grip your hips, his thumbs trailing circles over your exposed skin. He pulled you down firmly against his clothed erection, humming at the contact.

"That's one way to wake me up, sweetheart," he murmured, his gruff voice punctuated with amusement.

You gasped and looked over your shoulder, a shocked expression on your face. He shot you a sleepy wink in response.

"Not that I'm complaining."

"Liam."

Like you finally came out of a stupor, you were immediately yanking your hand out from beneath your top.

"I'm- oh, sorry- I didn't mean to wake you up-"

He let go of your retreating hips only so he could usher you onto your back, slowly rolling on top of you. He gave you a chuckle as he pressed a brief kiss to your lips, relishing in the way you shivered beneath him at the gravelled sound.

"I'd let you wake me up every morning if this is how you'd do it."

His head dropped comfortably against your shoulder and he lazily rolled his hips into your panty-clad heat, a low groan escaping him. Your nails dug into his back, leaving appreciative marks on the skin there, but you still seemed hesitant about something. He slowed his movements and pressed a few kisses along your collar bone.

"What's wrong?"

"You don't have to- I'm sure you're still really tired-"

"Not anymore. Besides, I'm off today."

He dragged his fingers along your ribcage, addicted to the shudders that followed his touch. You seemed to let yourself cave for a moment, eyes fluttering slightly. Just as quickly though, they were open again.

"Really, Liam. If you want to go back to sleep-"

You interrupted yourself with a harsh inhale. His hand had continued to move downwards, his pointer finger trailing past the waistband of your underwear.

"Where's the fun in that, though?" He asked.

He continued his teasing motions, dragging the back of his knuckles over your clothed mound.

"Besides, I like taking care of my lady-"

Before he could continue, however, something made him pause. He realized your panties were nearly soaked through, his fingers gliding across the sodden material. He made eye contact with you, arching an eyebrow as he noticed the burning of your cheeks.

"What's this?"

"I..." you huffed to yourself, looking away from him.

"I woke up kind of... you know, in the mood, but you were still sleeping and I didn't want to bother you for that. So I... I started taking care of it myself."

"You weren't trying to seduce me then, huh?"

"Not... not intentionally."

Brimstone thought back to your other hand that was obscured by the sheets, his mind already racing with images of your working yourself to the breaking point. The idea of you getting yourself off, grinding your ass against him to get some form of silent relief, made his cock twitch.

"Oh, sweetheart."

He dragged his fingers tantalizingly over your covered sex again. The both of you twitched at the feeling, a soft moan escaping him as he realized just how wet you were.

"I am more than willing to take over from here."

You seemed to debate it for a moment, finally working up the courage to look back at him. After seeing for yourself that Brimstone was quite awake for the time being, you gave him a nod.

"Okay."

He let out a pleased hum in response, lowering his lips to yours in a soft kiss. When the two of you parted, he pushed his hips flush against yours once again.

"Think you could come just from this?"

You bit your bottom lip, worrying it between your teeth for a moment. You seemed like you were contemplating it, not sure of the answer yourself, but the hunger in your eyes was enough for him. Your breathing hitched as he rolled experimentally against you, your mouth slightly parting to release a sigh at the feel of his clothed erection pressing against where you most needed his attention. He gave a few lazy thrusts, testing the waters while also appreciating your warmth against his briefs.

The faint pulse that greeted him was almost enough to earn another groan. He grumbled lowly, his face nestling into the crook of your neck.

"Jesus sweetheart, you were close, weren't you?"

"Y-yeah."

You let out a whimper as he began grinding into you in earnest, his hands locking onto your hips to pull you closer to him. The brush of his stubble and warm lips on your throat made your stomach jolt beneath him, your legs locking instinctively around his narrow waist. He adored how sensitive you were there, the mewls escaping you with every mark he sucked into your skin shooting through his entire body like lightning.

"Liam- ngh!"

It was like you were at war with yourself, your calves holding you steadfast against him while your hips tried to drop away.

"It's almost too much-"

"Not yet," he replied gruffly, his erection pressing more firmly against you as he picked up the pace.

"A little more, just a little more."

His hand dropped between the two of you, his fingers roughly seeking out where your clit would be over your underwear. When he finally found it, his fingers rubbing quick circles on the spot, you jolted against him.

"There," he crooned. He lightly mouthed at your neck, your strangled gasps music to his ear. He chuckled to himself.

"Oh, you're right on the edge, aren't you?"

You couldn't even manage a proper nod. You merely grabbed his face in your hands, bringing him up so his lips were reconnecting with yours. Your thighs started shaking and your fingernails dug lightly into his cheeks, your tremoring digits finding purchase there.

Brimstone swallowed every increasingly desperate noise you made, feeling the exact moment you reached your peak. Your heat clenched repeatedly around nothing, the movement strong enough for him to feel through the wet patch on his briefs. His chest swelled with pride knowing he was the one who brought you there.

"That's my girl."

He gradually slowed his movements, helping you ride out your high while also enjoying the delicious friction the movement provided. Only when you were whining from overstimulation did he stop, hips pulling away from yours as he made himself comfortable on top of you. His head rested contently against your heaving chest, your hands now slowly dragging up and down his back as you caught your breath.

Several moments had passed when you swallowed hard, finally able to get a few words out.

"Liam?"

The fingers he was using to twiddle with a strand of your hair momentarily halted their movement.

"Hmm?"

"You... you didn't finish, did you?"

"It's not a big deal."

He felt your pout before he actually saw it.

"But I want you to. That's- you made me feel good. The least I can do is return the favor."

"It's not a transactional thing. I like making you feel good, sweetheart- I don't always want something from you in return. Besides-"

He pushed himself up with a groan, his bulge digging into your inner thigh as he took a light hold of your chin. His eyes dropped to the blush spreading across your cheeks.

"We have all day, remember?"

[badstargateimagines]

Heyo! I was just scrolling through your posts again and regarding a beach episode, I gotta know how you headcanon what they would wear in this episode! Ik Daniel ends up getting pretty ripped by the end of the series but in the beginning he’s kinda squishy (my mom used that word to describe him in regards to his general vibes in fights LOL) and I feel like he could look very smol and soft in a beach episode 🥺 or maybe I’m a simp lol

Hope your day off went well and no pressure to do this request! :)

- geekygumiho

Ahhh yes the beach episode post I remember it like it was made in a drunken haze at a frat house! But yes I usually refer to my blog as season 3.5 of Stargate so Daniel would still be in is squishy era kind of.

As we all know, beach episodes, historically speaking, are gratuitous, toe-curling, tooth-rotting fan service. My dream beach episode is kind of like that but like I gotta be realistic here: most of them would rather be on base. Here r the fits I think they’d be wearing for @geekygumiho

Jack: A middle aged man in the 90s? He’s wearing the Steven Page Special: cargo shorts, Birkenstocks with socks and an open Hawaiian shirt. He also is definitely sporting Oakley sunglasses and an Air Force ball cap. I think he’s mostly there because he was promised he could fish but is enjoying the vibes anyway. Very much chilling with a corona on the beach watching Sam everyone having fun

Teal’c: okayokayokay so this is tricky because he has a gaping hole in his torso with a little worm in it and as much as I want this to be fan service I can’t fully abandon canon and potentially have just random ass tourists see The Worm Pouch. Instead he will be wearing a tight-fitting black tank top, Star Wars swim trunks from Walmart, and a cowboy hat. He also wears Birkenstocks but with no socks because it was ✨the 90s✨ and we all know that the ugliest, sturdiest, and most comfortable piece of German footwear engineering took America by storm at that time.

Sam: I feel like Sam in probably a two-piece girly but spends most her time on the beach in a Stevie Nicks style cover-up. If Edge of 17 comes on the radio BACK UP because she needs twirling room. The beach is 100% where she lets loose and will not stop ogling Jack as subtlety as she can. She’s also learning how to surf from Janet and Janet was the one who convinced her to wear a bikini.

Daniel: this man did not want to go to the beach. He did not own beach clothes. He’s there because everyone was calling him a killjoy. He had to go to Target last minute to pick up his beach clothes. He wears the only pair of board shorts he could find in his size that just happen to have a Hawaiian shirt print on them and he also wears his floppy hat so he doesn’t get sunburned. Adding to that, whenever he’s on the beach he is re-applying sunblock and occasionally will keep his plaid shirt on but unbuttoned so his arms don’t get burned.

Janet: she’s the reason they all went and she is surfing or absolutely crushing her competition in beach volleyball. She’s also mad into sun protection but still wears a bikini. If she feels so inclined she’ll use a silk kimono as a cover up but mostly she’s there because she knows she’s the absolute hottest thing under the sun.

[aviel-the-trans-bucket]

Ok on this walk down emo nostalgia lane we’re doing fucking Danger days : The True Lives Of The Fabulous Killjoys, and also The Mad Gear and Missile Kid EP! And these are my thoughts

So I haven’t listened to the full album through but similar to revenge I’ve heard a few songs. I haven’t listened to the EP yet tho. I’m excited because the killjoy vibes are immaculate. Let’s see if this butters my buns.

Look Alive, Sunshine: ok I’ve heard this before and while this is sick as hell we all know this is just the lead up to Na Na Na. Shit fucks hard, let’s kick it.

Na Na Na: A certified banger in every way and it fucks so god damn hard! Love the song to death, one of my all time favorites. Shit makes you feel like you can fight god! Everybody wants to change the world, but no one wants to die! And then the guitar goes apeshit!

Bulletproof Heart: Another I’ve heard before and one that’s just so so good. Gravity don’t meaaan too much to meeee! God I love this one so much, I actually haven’t listened to it much recently but god I’ve missed it. It’s like seeing an old friend again and going skating. Man this one fucks so severely!

SING: Ah yes, the one where they all die. Another I listen to all the time, potentially the source of my first tattoo if I get around to it. Moody vibes, the power of an unbreaking will. It radiates cold hard stamina to persist on, the vibes fucking bang. KEEP RUNNING!!

Planetary (GO!): Ah another I listen to a lot because I love the vibes. This is a song that fucks, it fucks yknow. It’s dancy af and I love it, a bop. The vibes slap, makes you want to move. Anti-capitalist dance anthem, I love it to death.

Jet-Star and the Kobra Kid/Traffic Report: so from here on we’re into shit I haven’t listened to before. And the gateway into said new music is Mikey dying again and he took ray with him 🫡.

Party Poison: ok let’s see what we’re dealing with. Ok this does kinda fuck. Oh shit this bangs. This fucking Bangs tho! God damn, i really like this one shit!

Save Yourself, I’ll Hold Them Back: oooooh tasty guitar! Oh shit this fucks too! Oh damn oh fuck yeeeesss! Shit bangs, and fucks! Oh Hot Damn that Guitar! This is doing shit to my brain, I love love love this!

S/C/A/R/E/C/R/O/W: oooo nice pulse to it. Oh this is moody and really pretty. I really like this, its feels like something else I’ve listened to before in terms of vibes but I have the memory of a fucking hamster. It’s really good tho, oh hello fucking tasty ass guitar bit! This didn’t wreck my shit but I did enjoy it quite a bit.

Summertime: good beat, got a good pulse going. God this album is so good. Man this feels wistful and I love that. Oh I love this 😭. Man this is so pretty I love this. Wistful feelings of love make my chest ache man, I’m so damn lonely.

DESTROYA: time for what I’m assuming is a tonal shift, I’ve heard shit about this one 👀. Oh there’s the bongos. Tasty ass guitar comes in. Oh this does kinda fuck, I love this vibe! Oh shit this actually bangs unbelievable hard! And it like fucks fucks! Hell yeah! Shit that one I definitely need to listen to more now that I’m prepared for it!

The Kids From Yesterday: synthey, and don’t fear the reaper needs more cowbell. Oh damn, this might be an in my feels song. A very melancholy vibe but it’s so good. This is like so my vibe and I love this but also ow. Yea ok that gave me some tears shit.

Goodnite, Dr. Death: ok let’s see what this one brings while I’m in my feelings. Yea that was the breather I needed ooof.

Vampire Money: ok I’ve hears mixed things about this song so no idea what to expect here we go. Oh shit it’s this song, that’s where that’s from! good beat, and it slams hell yea! Oh shit fuck yea this FUCKS! Oh shit this bangs I love this! This is a good fucking time! Guitar is loosing it hell yes!

We Don’t Need Another Song About California: oh shit banger guitar right out the gate. Oh this is a bop. Not an awful lot of thoughts, song good, guitar slaps as always. Not melting my face off but I enjoy it :3

Zero Percent: more synth Noice. Oh shit this bangs out the gate! Not a lot of thoughts, brain empty but this slaps. O k last song of dangerdays out of the way, time for the ep before my brain melts and runs out of my ears from both over and understimulation.

The Mad Gear and Missile Kid

F.T.W.W.W.: not sure what I should expect but here we go, I’ve cleansed my pallet by listening to the bloodborne soundtrack so I don’t get too bogged down on bangin guitar. Ok yea this does kinda slap. This does bang. Is good, but I’m pretty neutral on it.

Mastas of Ravenkroft: banging guitar as always, god this feels like my stream of consciousness. Punk rock equivalent of my unmediated adhd.

Black Dragon Fighting Society: ok last song of the night, I’m exhausted but this has been a tit blasting experience for sure. Let’s close her out lads. No bad, they’ve all had a good pulse to them. Good fucking guitar! A fun time but isn’t like wrecking my shit, but I like.

This has been a fucking insane ride, I regret not listening to the full album sooner because this one rocked my shit the whole way down and it may unironically be my favorite mcr album. I heard someone describe dangerdays as being like crack to their 13 year old brain and like I think I get it now, even at 21. Now I loved quite a lot of the songs so this might be the hardest top 5 ranking yet, but my top 5 of the album are…

1: look Alive, Sunshine/ Na Na Na (basic but she deserves it)

2: SING

3: Planetary (GO!)

4: DESTROYA

5: Vampire Money

That was a hog wild fucking time, I loved every second of it. I’m tired and satisfied and the next post will about conventional weapons. Only 2 more lads before I start on the solo stuff. As always send me asks if I missed any songs. I’ll see ya madlads, I need a nap.

[msm-tsotmw]

7/2/20XX

So I’m outside the Castle with Tundra, waiting for Cameo to show up. They apparently like to arrive at council meetings early.

I won’t be surprised if Harlow shows up late or absent… again.

How many times has he done that?

Not even Pringle themselves can count.

Wait, where are they anyways??

Likely digging through boxes of Human World catnip. It apparently has the same effect on them as it has on Human World cats.

Huh.

…In the meantime, do you want a tour around where we have our meetings? I usually like to walk around the inside of the Castle before the others arrive.

…Yeah, that would be interesting.

Alright, then. Follow me.

(Tundra opens up the Castle doors and heads inside. Sprigg follows suit.)

Wow, this is niAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!

Sprigg, what—

OW! OOF!

(Sprigg slipped on a banana peel, then ended up bumping against some kind of lever.)

Oh, shit.

SPRIGG, LOOK OU-

(An unusually large amount of crabs falls on top of the poor Furcorn.)

GEEEYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!

( NYAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA ! BWAHAHAHAHAH— OH , DEAR TORRT ! )

…

PIETER.

GYAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHHAAAAAAAAAAA-

OH .

(Tundra glares at the dark-red-and-pink Hyehehe with their dark purple eyes.)

(They are fucking PISSED.)

I’M SORRY , SORRY , HAHA !

THAT WAS MEANT FOR YOU , YOU KNOW .

Did Pringle not tell you to STOP SETTING UP TRAPS NEAR THE CASTLE ENTRANCE?

UH , YEAH . THEY DID .

(Tundra facepalms.)

You don’t know how to follow rules, do you.

BAH ! RULES ARE FUCKIN’ STUPID .

…Go to the meeting room. Now.

GAH , FINE .

YOU’RE SUCH A FUCKIN’ KILLJOY !

(Pieter fucking cartwheels away. Sprigg swats the last crab off of themselves.)

Ugh… who the fuck was that?

I’m sorry. That was the Pieter that Cameo and I told you about a few days ago.

He’s always setting up traps against me whenever the Dream Council has meetings.

Damn. Probably sucks to have to deal with him.

…Anyways, back to touring the meeting place. Follow me, Sprigg.

(Sprigg follows Tundra into a hallway full of stars and constellations swirling around. Think of those spinning tubes you probably walk through in those “haunted house” attractions.)

Whoa…

This is only a hallway. Dreamcraft can conjure some interesting things.

(A door materializes at the end. There’s nothing special about it, just… a regular door you’d see in your house.)

Ah. There it is.

…There’s a regular office meeting room behind that door, isn’t there?

If regular office meeting rooms are filled with stars, rugs, extra Cradle thread, and books about Dreamcraft, then yes.

Oh.

(Tundra opens the door and lets Sprigg in. They weren’t lying about what they said— the meeting room looks BEAUTIFUL! There’s even a little replica of the Lunapparatus, and— *ahem*.)

Wow… this is beautiful!

I guess you could say that. Take a seat.

(Sprigg takes a seat on a green floral pillow. Tundra sits on a white pillow with an icy pattern on it.)

So… how long do we wait until the others arrive?

A few minutes, probably. Though everyone has different consistency rates, and— wait.

Where’s Pieter? I told him to come here…

(Suddenly, a sharp-toothed skull is thrown at Tundra from behind. They turn around to see Pieter, relaxing on Cameo’s pillow, which is pink with rainbows on it.)

YA MISSED ME ?

Pieter.

That.

Is.

My.

Husband’s.

Pillow.

ANYTHING WRONG WITH THAT ?

YOURS IS *RIGHT THERE.*

(Tundra angrily points at a dark grey pillow with lava patterns on it.)

ALRIGHT , FINE .

(As Pieter makes his way to his own pillow, Tundra facepalms.)

Wait… Cameo’s your husband?

Yes. We’ve been together for… I don’t really know how long, but I feel MUCH better when he’s around. He usually helps me deal with Pieter’s antics, albeit in a much calmer way.

I can only IMAGINE how Pieter was at your wedding…

OH , YEAH !

I WAS THE LIFE OF THE MOTHERFUCKIN’ PAR-

No, you weren’t.

… HMPH .

(Pieter crosses his smelly-ass arms and turns away like a pissy toddler.)

ASSHOLE .

…He was not.

Yeah, I can tell.

It’ll probably take some time before the others get here, so we should just wait.

Yeah. Galvana forbid Pieter does anything stupid…

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anyways yeah!! tundra and cameo are married lol

-Mod Jimmy 🗣️

[judas-is-carrion]

the grand story of johnny killjoy and his girlfriend made of chocolate

here’s the story i referenced in this post (content warnings for violence and general wacky silliness)

Once upon a time, there was a maaaaaaagical place called Neontown, and it was always raining a little bit, and the place  looked like fucking Bladerunner. There in the glowing-glowing lived a boy named Johnny, last name Killjoy. Johnny had a bike, a jacket, and a sweet bass. He also had a girlfriend named Kitten, who was made of different shades of chocolate. We might get to her later, back to the bassist. His hair didn’t matter but his music did. When Johnny ripped it the fuck up on his bass, he made things happen. He could open portals to places and drive his bike through, he could raise the ground and tower over people as he walked past them with platform Earth-boots, he could slap in the street and all the people that he’d meet would feel good for a change. 

One day, the streets of Neontown grew dry, as the constant light drizzle had suddenly stopped. Lines and lines of stage lights burst from the curbs of the streets, black clouds smoothed their way over the sky like icing under an offset spatula, and the veins of Neontown grew bright as your future while the buildings and storefronts with all their humming illumination grew dishwater-dim under the opposition surge. In the town square, the stage lights fell into a spiral pattern, tightening on a black gazebo that had sprung up like a toadstool overnight. As the punks of Neontown watched, a huge pile of candy corn dropped from the gazebo’s high ceiling onto its floor, and from it burst a perky goth babe with rockin’ tits and hair that hung straight down like spinal cords pulled tight.

“Hey guys!” candy corn girl cooed, black-painted lips pulling back over her teeth. “It’s like, sooo good to be here. My name’s Jenna Gehenna~” she greeted, turning in a slow circle in her tulle-y, glittery Party City witch’s dress. A shitty beat-up wide-brimmed witch’s hat was jammed on her head and held in place by a few bobby pins with plastic pumpkins on the ends. Her tights were striped purple and black and she stepped daintily down out of the gazebo in knee-high combat boots. “I’m like, a demon or whatever, and I’m here to wipe out your gross little city and make it Halloween forever.” she finished, balling her hands into excited little fists and bringing her elbows together in front of her to push her boobs up.

“Don’t call our town gross, you’re gross! And where the hell did you come from anyway?” barked a girl in a dog collar with a lime green mullet and spiderweb tights. Jenna’s eyes turned on her, as did the stage lights in the ground. Miss Gehenna skipped over to the girl who had spoken, a pitying look in her eyes. “No, you are gross, sweetie. Y’all are all ‘vomit this’ and ‘diarrhea that’, you know what I mean? You punk guys love being gross though, it’s okay! ‘Do what you love’, right? C’mere…” she motioned for the girl to come into her open arms for an embrace, which, in her confusion, she did.

Jenna squeezed her tightly once, then grabbed her ass and kissed her hard. The girl gasped, trying to step back but she only succeeded in pushing her ass into Jenna’s hands and allowing Jenna to slide her tongue into her mouth. She started kissing Jenna back, getting more excited the more she thought about everyone watching them. Jenna’s latest target of assault thought about pulling away for a moment to ask Jenna back to her place, but could not as something thick and sweet began flowing into her mouth. Recoiling, the green-haired girl tried to break away from Jenna but was held in place by the bimbo Halloween demon’s

killer grip. Jenna sank her fingers into the girl’s flesh where she held her, the two of them tumbling to the ground and still furiously making out.  Dog-collar girl’s muscles started to spasm and her limbs thrashed, and murmurs of “Dude she’s fucking choking!” “On what, dude, Jenna’s tongue? How does that work?” “Shit, am I the only one turned on by this?” snaked through the crowd, and Jenna finally released her victim, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand and smearing her pristine black lipstick all the fuck over her face. Meanwhile, dog-collar’s corpse lay on the ground, streams of rich, sweet caramel sauce ran out of the dead tear ducts, nostrils, mouth and ears, as well as the anus and vagina but that was left as a sweet surprise for the embalmer, who didn;t have that much work to do as she was essentially sugar-cured.

Meanwhile, at a terrible fucking motel on the edge of town (I mean a REALLY awful one, that like...NOBODY should go to…)...

Johnny Killjoy sat pla.ying his beautiful bass guitar named Maria, whom Kitten was a bit jealous of, but she kept it in check. He slapped the strings so hard and fast sometimes that Kitten felt grateful that she WASN'T in Maria's place. Johnny was in the middle of a big Garages kick, and as he was jamming out to the chorus of "Mike Townsend is a Disappointment", Kitten glanced out their motel-room window. Chocolate lids slid over candy eyes as she blinked, unsure of what she was seeing. 

“The rain stopped.” Kitten commented.

“HE’S A LOSER AND A TOTAL DIS-, what’s that, baby?” Johnny stopped playing and turned his attention to his confectionary companion. She drew him over to the window.

“Whoa…the atmosphere in town looks like shit. The hell’s goin’ on…wanna go check it out, girls?” he asked the two ladies. Maria hummed an “E” and Kitten nodded, putting on a helmet and some heat-resistant pants so Johnny’s bike wouldn’t melt her legs off. Slinging Maria over his back, the three roared their way into town, kicking up dirt in a joyous spray as they came to a stop. Kitten hopped off Johnny’s ride first, observing the lines of impromptu lighting. 

“Is there some performance art happening or something?” she asked a passing punk, who gave her a panicked stare. “It’s getting really fucked up, you guys should split!” they said, before gliding away on their Heelys.Johnny and Kitten exchanged a look before he un-slung Maria from his back and played a quick riff that enshrouded them all in an aura of protection. The three made their way to the center of town where Jenne Gehenna was hanging punks up on lampposts, their skin cut like the flaps of paper used to coat piñatas, bellies bulging with what Johnny hoped (hoped?) was candy. In the black gazebo, they could see Jenna working on her latest victim, the poor soul still alive and screaming intermittently as the demon force-fed them fistfuls of wrapped candies.

“Okay. You know what? I’m not feeling this anymore. Lemme lay this on ya, Kitten: let’s bail.”

“What? You’re not gonna help them, Johnny?”

“They don’t need my help anymore.”

Kitten stared at him. “Baby…are you sure? You love being the hero. What’s wrong? Are you okay?”

Johnny shook his head with a smile. “I know, sweetness, I know. I, well, we have been doing this for a long goddamn time. And it sure has felt good. But I just gotta be honest with ya babe, it does nothing for me. Yeah, I get the high and everything, but after that there’s always a come-down and like, that sucks. I can’t just keep chasing that high only to get knocked on my ass and feel like I HAVE to get back up again. So let’s bail. These bozos shoulda done the same as soon as they saw a demon chick jump out of a pile of candy.”

Kitten pouted, but knew Johnny had a point. 

They all got re-settled on the bike, whose name was Joesifeen, and headed out for a place where the people did way less drugs and enjoyed their lives a lot more day-to-day. Literally The End.

[highlyexplosivecontent]

Rules: post the first lines of your 10 most recently published AO3 stories. if you have less than 10 fics posted, post the first lines of all your fics.

Tagged by the awesome @dirty-droid

1. This morning marked the beginning of Connor’s new life, and the end of his old. Just like most things in this world, things had escalated quickly since last day.

Connor had been stunned by the sudden turn of events that had led him to where he was now - dressed to the nines in the most exquisite material, a suit worthy of a soon-to-be prince, getting ready to marry the girl of his dreams.

HAPPILY EVER AFTER IS GOOD ENOUGH

2. Meg drummed her painted nails against the window of the carriage. Waiting. On the other side of the carriage curtains lay the hustle and bustle of central Athens. The sun was scorching hot this afternoon, the shadow of their transport barely helping with the heat accumulating inside.

It'd been years since she'd stepped foot in this town, and boy had it expanded since last time. They’d already passed two giant agoras - two! - and they weren’t even halfway through town.

AS IF NO TIME PASSED

3.The whole shit circus starts during an investigation. It's a slow and grueling one that began in May, and just keeps going and going and fucking going.

It’s the kind of case that demands a task force and so much funding that Jeffrey Fowler keeps giving them shit (Hank’s words) about their lack of progress. Which, Connor thinks, isn’t so much a reflection of Fowler’s character - he is pressured from upstairs on his part, too. But that still doesn’t make this case less of a headache.

THE ROSE HOTEL

4. Group Chat: Big DPD Energy

Benny Boy (duck emoji): Gears at 8???

Hank: Fuck can't. Have to run one by the electrician.

Benny Boy (duck emoji): Still working hard, I see. Good luck, come over if you feel like it after!!

Jeffrey Killjoy: Where did you keep this work ethic all these years?

Hank: Ha ha. I'll bring Sumo along if we don't run overtime.

Hank: And Gavin, if he behaves.

Benny Boy (duck emoji): (Pig emoji)

Jeffrey Killjoy: Just kidding, Hank. I'm glad you're doing better.

Hank: I know.

CAMP DETROIT

5. Rescuing your crew from a tiny island is harder work than one might think. In hindsight, perhaps Stede should have thought of buying a bigger boat before heading out on his adventures. As it is, he's forced to cajole his poor crew into his dinghy, counting them and realizing that at least two people are missing.

THE SONG OF CAPTAIN EDWARDS

6.Stede ran as fast as his little feet could carry him, his legs aching in a way that he wasn’t used to. Fear clogged his throat like tar smeared all over his lungs, his heart beating painfully against his chest and pulsing through his fingers as he hurried down the pavement. He could hear the taunts right behind him, could hear them come closer.

This wasn't how Nigel and the others usually mocked and bullied him- tonight, they were out for blood.

NEW GHOSTS

7. Really? This is what Ben dragged his ass out of the house for - A fucking Halloween party for kids in their twenties?

The club is smack full of drunk people bumping and grinding against each other on the dance floor. Hank’s eyes are too old and tired to see through the smoke and UV lights but he's been to this scene before. It's the gay holiday, and Halloween at a gay club is even hornier than usual.

Fuck, he hates this night already.

DRAGON ULTRA SENSATION

8. 2019

Golden year of no social distancing

Wealthy lawyer Stede Bonnet decides to leave his old life behind to become a scout leader.

Things don't go as planned…

ON MY HONOR I WILL DO MY BEST

9. Edward and Stede were both in foul moods this morning - as if this was a culmination of the past weeks.

The night prior had been fairly peaceful, especially considering the weeks leading up to it, which had been anything but.

THE TIFF ON THE REVENGE

10."What the fuck happened to you?" Gavin bellows from the other side of the bullpen, loud enough to turn every officer's head in Connor's direction. The poor android's LED blinks yellow for a breath, then resumes its regular calm blue.

"Dangers of the job," he replies coolly, shrugging out of his jacket. The glitches in his synthskin where his neck meets his jaw is very clearly visible, and he has no intention of covering it up. "Got into a fight yesterday. "

FLUTTER

Phew!!

I'm tagging the lovely @raziella for this one 👀