#okay so this is what my Bitchass brain came up with:

[blurglesmurfklaine]

I AM ONCE AGAIN THINKING ABUT SERIAL KILLER AU AHHHH

[rintarous]

s-some hcs for miya twins sister (yn miya gang rise up✊🏻) dating suna👉🏻👈🏻 p-perhaps🥺

wow okay thank u for this now my brain will finally be drippin with big brain juice okay so here i go bois

u can’t tell if suna has a death wish or suna definitely has a death wish

like the twins are literally so protective of you

no opposite sex is allowed within .5 radius with u unless one of them is there

and to think suna had the balls to ask you out

so surprise surprise

y’all be dating in secret

tbh that just made the entire relationship with suna more exciting

so anywho

the twins start to notice how you always want to tag along to their practices n shit

when you used to hate waiting for them but now you literally ask them if they have practice

and at first they were touched and was all like: “awww our wittle sister wants to watch us play <333″

but in ur head ur just like: “bruh u fuckin wish. i’m just there to sit and look pretty while looking at my pretty bf u two dk abt <333″

so then they start noticing suna literally staring at u or sumn shit suna doesnt do on the daily

so they obviously get sus of suna

not u cs they love u and they think their sister is a pure angel

so they sit back and observe suna’s actions whenever you’re around vs when you’re not around

osamu: look at him... he looks so in to the game and he looks at y/n’s direction.. i don’t fuckin like it one bit

atsumu, rolling his sleeve: aight bro u know what it is

they approach their middle blocker bestie with the most intimidating face they could muster

“can i help you..?” suna eyes the twins cautiously

“what’s going on with you and our sister?” atsumu gets straight into the mf point

on the inside suna was in shambles

not that he’d admit it, but he’s lowkey scared of the twins when it comes to you

cs he obviously heard stories abt them u know... scaring the kids who want to ask you out away and shit

suna (in the tiniest voice): who?

but then their little act of being two intimidating big bros got cut off cs u walked towards them

“hi are we having a lil party here?” you asked as you joined their lil group

you and suna exchanged a small glance before messing around with your brothers + suna respectively 

osamu gives suna a look that basically reads: “this isn’t over”

fast forward a couple of days later

the twins surprisingly had plans and left u alone in the house

so u know what that means ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

you invite suna over!!!

the first and probably the only date u two could ever have

(at the moment at least)

suna was a bit sus and wary over the whole thing like,, how and when tf do the twins have plans 

but he still came over anyway

so y’all were in ur room n shit

watching netflix and all that funky shit

no netflix n chill up in here bois ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

just kidding there is netflix and chill

so y’all were kissing up in this bitch right

kiss kiss muah muah

( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

then suddenly the front door slams open and cue the twins fighting over stupid shit 

suna is once again.. in shambles

LIKE WHERE TF IS HE GONNA GO 

THIS 6′1 BITCHASS CAN’T HIDE ANYWHERE WITHOUT THE TWINS SNIFFING HIM OUT

im dead

so anyway

“oi y/n we got you something to eat come down here!” osamu would yell 

“coming!” you yell back as you tried to make urself as presentable as possible with suna in the bg just all panicky 

then suna is like “thanks for the memories bae” like he was abt to die

oh yeah he is abt to die 

then atsumu just CASUALLY barges in your room like it was nothing

“why are you taking so long- WHAT THE FUCK” atsumu just loses it

osamu comes running in cs he thinks his baby sister got murdered since atsumu just screamed in bloody murder but nah 

“wha wha wha wha wah what-” - the twins

think of that lipstick in my valentino white bag when they say what

and u were on the brink of crying cs u think the twins dont want suna for u and they abt to force u to break up with him 

and suna being the deadpan person himself just sighs and says: yeah im dating ur sister. so be it

the twins were like: :O like they couldnt say anything

when tbt to the time at the gym where they were ready to cuss him out

so they kinda stare at each other for a bit 

u know,, twin telfatty n shit 

and they suddenly nod their heads and say: “okay. we approve”

a fuckin miracle happend in ur room !! can u believe it ??? 

but they did sit suna down and basically presented a powerpoint presentation on the things they would do if suna ever thinks about hurting you in some shape way or form

“even if we’re bros from another hoe, our sister is literally no exception. we would burn the world for her so you better set your ass straight you slow starter bitchass lying ass i fucking hate you-” atsumu, frantically wiping his tears realizing his little sister is all grown up

osamu, trying to not cry listening to his brother: yeah suna... we fucking hate you

but fr deadass they have a whole list of possibilities on the things they’d do to suna (or anyone in general) who dare and hurt their lil sister: u 

and u were just watching them like: 😬

you love ur bros,, u rlly do

overall,,,, its such a chaotic fun time

like ur a miya, ur life is already fun and chaotic with the twins around as your brothers

and the fact u’re dating suna?? their bestie?? even made it more fun 

the end <3 

[fakeloveaskblog]

Janus, did you follow up with Remus on that invitation? Or are you too giddy with your new boyfriend?👀👀

(Words: 2578)

 Janus: “Oh yes Remus....I had totally not forgotten because I have been too busy being giddy about Logan. Totally not. I am afraid if I meet up with Remus right now I will simply be so giddy with so much love I will actually explode and die on the spot. But that is a risk I am willing to take!

Janus took a deep breathe. This was the third deep breathe he’d taken in a row and yet he kept being just as nervous. He’d hung out with Remus twice already, simply knocking on his door shouldn’t be making him this anxious. It was stupid. He was stupid.

He gave up on trying to calm down and knocked on the door.

The door opened. His breath hitched and he subconsciously straightened his back to look more alright.

To his surprise it wasn’t Remus that opened. At first glance he could have mistaken it for him. The person- the woman opening looked nearly identical to him after all. Same dark brown hair color, same brown nearly red eyes seeming to pierce into his soul, even the same birthmark above their lip.

Only difference being that her hair was longer, reaching her waist, and she wasn’t as skinny, in turn making her figure more full.

“Who are you?” She asked in a cold tone, it sounded more like a snarl.

“Janus” He reached out his hand “I’m Janus”

She slammed the door shut.

Janus let out a sigh. He’d spent the entire bus ride worrying about how badly Remus would react to seeing him but wow this was even worse. He was just about to go home and sulk when the door swung open again.

“Okay come in” The woman said while dragging him into the living room.

“t-thank you” Janus stammered out.

His cheeks heated up when he locked eyes with Remus who was sitting on the sofa. His friend quickly glanced away and crossed his arms over his chest.

The sofa had been made into a makeshift bed and suitcases laid littered over the floor. The lady sat him down on the couch before slumping over in a newly bought fainting cough. She had on a red robe while Remus had on a pyjamas with an octopus pattern on.

“So my dear eh demented Remus I am here to inform you that there is a giant seamonster in my bathtub so I had to go somewhere else...And I happened to choose this place...for tactical battle reasons!” Janus blurted out.

A weight lifted off his shoulders when Remus shone up into a smile at his made up story. Janus couldn’t help but stare at his sharp teeth. He knew him being obsessed with vampires as a teenager would bite him in the neck one day.

“Want me to kill it?”

Janus looked up from his mouth “What? The uh monster?” He put on his usual charming smile “Well of course darling. You only have to be ready to be eaten to death”

“OH I am ALways ready to be eaten to death. Trust me!”

“He got voted most likely to have a cannibalism kink in 10th grade” The woman added on. She was extravagantly fanning herself with a deliciously decorated fan.

“I was!” Remus exclaimed with a proud smile.

“Who- Who are you?” Janus tried to say in the nicest tone possible.

“She’s my frankenstein monster which I created just to bitch around and annoy me” “Life saw what kind of fuck up he was and made me out of diamonds and a lion’s pride to be the better version of him!” They said at the same time.

They glanced at each other before looking back at Janus.

“She’s my twin” “He’s my twin” They continued on at the same time again.

The lightbulb inside Janus’ brain finally lit up “Oh you’re Rowan aren’t you? I have heard many atrocious tales about you”

“The one and only” She moved her arms into some sort of regal pose while saying it “I’ve heard stories of you too you pitiful Janus. Re-re has told me he hates you and finds you awfully boring but you seems so lonely and sad he doesn’t want to tell you!” 

Remus’ eyes widened into panic as he shook his head “I never said that!! Lies!!! Defimation!!!!”

“Re-Re I was joking”

“Oh............ok”

He kept fiddling with his oversized shirt. He looked over at his sister while moving further away from Janus. Rowan nodded back at him.

“Sibling meeting!” She exclaimed as she abruptly stood up while dropping the fan. She grabbed onto Remus and dragged him into the bedroom.

Janus stayed with his hands awkwardly clasped between his thighs. He hadn’t known he would walk into his greatest weakness: Meeting new peopel!!!

He looked around the room and slowly realized that the suitcases weren’t even unpacked. Meaning Rowan must have just arrived. Meaning Janus had inserted himself into a sibling reunion.

Holy shit. He was a piece of shit.

He slumped down on the green covers of the makeshift sofa bed....wait....Remus’ stuffed octopus laid on the pillow. Meaning it was his bed.....so Rowan was using the bedroom.

It all clicked at once. The cheerful disney posters. The white fluffy pillows everywhere. The walls being painted gold and red. THE LESBIAN FLAG HANGING ON THE WALL.

This wasn’t Remus’ apartement. This was Rowan’s apartement which Remus had weasled himself into.

Holy shit. Janus wasn’t just a piece of shit. He was a stupid piece of shit. Remus was never going to love him back!!! AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH-

Meanwhile Remus was looking around in the heaps of dirty clothes and trash that had piled up in the bedroom while Rowan had been away. His sister was standing over him with her hands clasped in front of her chest.

“Soooo Re-Re do you have a cruuush on him?” She had an extremly smug smile on her face.

“I would rather eat a burning stone than have a crush” He muttered back.

“He’s not even pretty”

“Ro-Ro you don’t think any guy is pretty”

“That’s not true!” She disagreed. She began to count on her fingers. “Tarzan”  That was it.

“He’s animated!”

“He still counts!”

Remus took a deep breathe “We shall savor this battle for another day and it shall be glorious”

“It sure will brother!” Rowan tightened her fist.

They made angry grimaces at each other for a few seconds before going back to being normal. Remus tried looking under the bed.

“He’s a total dork you realize that right? He isn’t good at hiding it either” She stated “So I guess he isn’t the worst guy to have a crush on”

“I don’t have a crush on him!”

She sent him another smug look “Oh really? I’m not so sure about that!”

“I’M NOT INTERESTED IN HIM!”

She held up her hands “Alright. Alright. I hear you”

Rowan patted him on the shoulder. He took a shaky breathe to calm down. He held up a binder. The reason he had been searching the bedroom in the first place.

“Could you help-”

“Yep”

“I don’t want him seeing me without it”

“Got it”

He took off his shirt and forced the binder down around his shoulders. Rowan made sure to only touch the binder as she pulled it down so it sat properly.

“I saw that my money has been getting sent to a therapist” Rowan said while leaning her chin on his shoulder “Proud of you”

“OHOHO It is not at all what you think it is. It’s as much therapy as you having that spiritual guide living here for a while was actually spiritual in any way and not you just your girlfriend”

She sighed “Still an idiot I see................ANd we did burn candles when we shared baths so it was really spiritual actually!!!”

Remus shrugged “I don’t need therapy anyway” She did a facepalm “Hey it’s true!! You let me live all on my own and look! I’m not dead in a ditch or addicted to ketamine or whatever you thought was gonna happen the moment you turned your back”

Rowan rolled her eyes “Sure dukey”

She went back out into the living room while he stayed to put on his shirt again. Janus sat still in nearly the exact same place they’d left him. As if he was afraid doing anything would ruin everything.

He looked at her with almost fear. It turned into definitive fear when Rowan walked up to him and grabbed onto him to shove his back against the couch. She towered over him and pierced her eyes right into his.

“Listen here you swept together ball of dirt” She snarled out “If you ever hurt my brother, in any way, I will make sure you have nightmares from what I did to you every single night for the rest of your miserable life! You’ll never feel peace ever again!” 

Janus gulped “Yes ma’am”

Rowan let go of him and shone up into a smile “Good! If you need me I’ll be in my room putting on a face mask!”

She walked off at the same time Remus came back. Janus sat even stiller on the couch. His crush slumped down next to him and rolled his thumbs.

“So whatcha wanna do?” Rem asked. 

Janus shook his head to relax “Whatever you want to do dear”

Remus shone up into a grin and dashed to pick something up “UNO!”

“Ah yes. I am of course a feared master of...uno” 

He snorted while sorting the cards between his fingers “Please say that again”

“Uno?”

The snort turned into a laugh “It’s just cute to hear non spanish speakers saying uno. That’s your whole vibe. Cute. Dorky. Smart dumbass. You’re like...the decaying corpse of a chipmunk!”

Janus took a moment “.....thanks. Best compliment I’ve ever gotten”

“No problem! Now I’ll make up for it by beating you in uno!”

It was a heated battle. Remus apparently had incredibly luck in all card games. Janus used the technique of distraction (!) and started talking about obscure conspiracy theories. It failed as his crush already knew the conspiracies. Which then started an even more heated debate about which conspiracy was the best all while the battle of cards continued.

Finally it came down to Janus having 1 card and Remus having 2. The snake let out a villanous laugh. After his crush’s turn the victory would be his!

But then Remus laid the card equivalent of slapping him across the face with both a sword And a dick. He laid a skip card! Janus fell back on the couch in exasperated horror as his crush laid his last card.

“WOOHOO FUCKER! GET KICKED IN THE BALLS BITCHASS!!” Remus yelled while getting up and running a few victory laps around the couch.

Janus laid in stunned silence. few times had he been beated this good. 

“I’ll destroy you in the next round” Jan shook his fist to be extra extra.

“Oh really now. You dare challenge the great Buttmaster420!? IN uNO? Truly brave” Remus replied with a cocky grin.

Another fierce match began. As did their conspiracy theory debate. 1 win for Janus. 1 for Remus. Somewhere along the line they made popcorn. A second win for the snake boy. 

2 wins vs 2 wins. This was it. Remus looked his friend up and down like he was a comboy about to shoot him in the heart as he laid a pick up 4 cards card. Janus gasped. The tension in the air could be cut with a butter knife.

The final card landed. Remus won. Janus pretended to faint.

They shook hands and exchanged looks of respect before bursting out into laughter.

“Alright alright” Remus chuckled out “Snakey since I won I get to decide what we do next!”

“Please not a satanic ritual. I already have that planned for Monday”

“Oh nonono! Much better! Y’know those ghost hunting videos on youtube??? Yeah I love finding really badly made ones and laughing at them!”

“Ah yes, because if there is one thing I am known to do it is laugh at others”

They sat on opposite ends of the couch while Rem searched deeply after the best trash. He found a 15 minute one where they were apparently being chased by slenderman.

They exhanged jokes and giggles over it but to be honest most of what Janus focused on was just being in his crush’ apartement. He tried to sneakily look around to aww at the drawings and storyboards pinned onto the walls. The small sculptures made out of trash laying in droves on the floor. It all made his heart flutter. His entire body yearned to make out until his lips hurt.

Meanwhile Remus was sneaking looks at Janus. His eyes was filled with the ace equivalent of lust.

“...Can...Are...Can I use you as a pillow?” He quietly asked. “You look soft”

Janus’ cheeks went red from blushing in an instant “...sure”

Remus moved closer and carefully leaned his head onto his friend’s stomach. He hadn’t cuddled a person who wasn’t his sister for over a year. Holy shit. This was comfy!

“You’re very doughy!....THAt’s a compliment!” Remus said.

“You really are pulling out your A game compliments today huh”

“Better than pulling out my massive dick!! No but seriously this” He pointed at them both in their cuddly positions “fucks!”

“Oh trust me darling the last thing I am doing right now is fucking”

Remus burst out into a cackle and flapped his hands “You’re gold snakey!!”

“I try my best”

While they continued to watch videos Janus gently moved his hand down to stroke his fingers through his crush’s hair. At first Remus flinched but then he relaxed into it and told him to keep going.

The popcorn bowl got emptied. They laughed at the videos until their stomaches hurt. Remus playfully moved his hands up to cover his friend’s eyes every time a jumpscare happened. Jan pretended to try and bite his’ fingers every time.

Eventually Remus let out a yawn. For a moment he relaxed and cuddled closer. He even let his eyes close. Before he suddenly flinched. His eyes were wide open as he sat straight up.

“I’m tired. You should go” He choked out.

Janus thought before deciding to not question his strange reaction. He sent him a warm smile “You’re right. It’s late. I can text you about meeting up later”

“For sure!”

A silence hung around them as they went over to the entrance door. Remus leaned against the door frame. Janus took a step outside the apartement as he put his jacket on.

They glanced at each other. Neither said goodbye. Remus picked at his skin.

“...I....Janny...I...Okay this might seem weird with me wanting you to leave and most of the time not wanting you to touch me....But I...I kind of trust you... More than most people. I mean it’s rare for me to trust anyone in any way....so yeah...I just wanted you to know that”

Janus fumbled after what to say “Thank you. That’s- I’m flattered....I trust you too....I wouldn’t let you see me when I wasn’t perfect if I didn’t”

Remus smiled at him. A small but genuine smile. “I’ll see you then”

“Yeah” Janus’ chest warmed “Don’t die when I’m not looking!”

“Oh nonono. If I die I’ll make it so dramatic you won’t be able to miss it!” His voice softened “Stay safe..please”

[howaboutalittlehelpneos]

YGO! Questionnaire

Tagged by @cipher-wise

Pleasantly surprised to be in one of these, so let’s go

Favorite series: *Gestures to icon* Is it any surprise I’ll be picking GX? I love GX with all my heart and soul. The story’s pacing is very good and never feels like it’s dragging its feet to get to where it’s going, most duels are over in less than a full episode with the longest one being three, there are so many good characters to get invested in, and this boy right here is your protagonist.

Look at him blow kisses to the audience after beating Crowler, how could anyone not love Jaden Yuki? I care him so much. Even the filler episodes in GX are pretty fun to watch most of the time, and it’s the good kind of filler that may not advance the plot much or at all, but it’ll give you plenty of good memories to take with you. Who could possibly forget the eggwich thief? Not to mention the soundtrack fucking slaps.

Favorite protagonist: I mean...

Yeah it’s Jaden. GX hooked me immediately when I started watching it because of how much I loved this boy. He’s that perfect mix of cocky and sweet when it comes to dueling because he’s confident in his own abilities, but he never stops having fun and being amazed at what his opponent can do, he cares about all of his friends and does his best to help them with their problems, he’s kind to strangers, and he has exactly half a brain cell. 

I feel the gif speaks for itself, but Jaden’s dialogue when he turns around here is “I’m such a sucker for things like this! I’ll help you, ma’am!” Dorothy says “No, you’ll be late... Don’t you have a test today?” And Jaden replies with “Who cares if I’m late? I couldn’t leave a lady in trouble!” Jaden Yuki is my absolute favorite protagonist.

Favorite rival: Oh man is that a tough one. Am I allowed to pick two? It’s a hard call to make between this dumb edgy bitch-

And this dumb gay bitch

Honestly they’re tied for favorite rival in my book. I absolutely loved Chazz when I watched GX, and I thought his arc about breaking through his inferiority/superiority complex and learning to accept loss as a part of life without letting it define him was wonderfully written, and seeing him grow as a person throughout the show just made me feel happy for him. Shark... I really thought I wasn’t going to end up liking Shark at first, but god he just gets so much better as Zexal goes on, starting out as this mean spirited middle school bully in episode one, and slowly ending up as Yuma’s boyfriend closest friend. It’s incredible to look back at how Shark acts when he’s first introduced and compare it to... season 3, I think it was, where just hearing the words “Yuma’s in danger” is enough to send him running to his rival’s side. Chazz and Shark. They are my favorites.

Favorite BFF: Him

Crow Hogan is an absolute treasure and he was my favorite part about watching 5Ds. This little bird man first gets introduced by stealing cards for his kids and clowning on Sector Security, and he’s a source of so much good throughout the show. Excellent best friend (technically brother but I’m counting him), wonderful father, 10/10 person all around. Plus the fact that the only thing stopping him from berating his bitchass brother even more was Yusei having to literally pick him up and pull him away is definitely extra points in my book. What a powerful little bird. His only weakness is people that are taller than him, which is unfortunately most people.

Favorite GFF:

Yuzu. Have I actually watched Arc V yet? No, but I’m still picking Yuzu for my number one here. Tea and Tori are just awful characters, I’m neutral towards Alexis, and Akiza... Did have potential to be something interesting on her own, despite how uncomfortable she made me in seasons 1-2 of 5Ds, but her relevance is alllll downhill from there. I’ve seen one clip of Yuzu yelling at a man eating pie and calling him a 100th rate duelist, and that was all I needed to know she would be my favorite. (Clip here) 

Favorite villain: Oh boy

The fuckin carrot is my favorite villain, and I say this as someone who fully believes he didn’t deserve to be in the last episode. Vector did some fucked up shit in his day, and he only continued to do fucked up shit in Yuma’s day, but I have to say he was pretty effective when it came down to his goals. He got things done and went right for what he wanted by taking direct action to seize Don Thousand’s power, and he manipulated Yuma perfectly by preying on his kind nature and love for Astral to use him to further his goals. 

...Plus I mean just look at his subbed dialogue God he’s such a slut. Evil slutty alien.

Tl;dr Vector was a horrible horrible person, but he was a good villain, and he was so entertaining whenever he was on screen that it was impossible not to like him. Still kinda wish he got what he deserved though, and what he deserved definitely wasn’t another chance.

Speaking of Don Thousand though, can we talk about how unfairly pretty he is? If I had to pick a runner up villain in terms of looks alone, it would definitely be him.

God it was not fair how pretty the big bad of Zexal was. He’s fucking gorgeous, and in my opinion, the best looking villain at the very least.

Favorite card: *Sweats in Duel Links* Favorite? There’s so many cards out there to pick from, but since I’ve already broken the rules with my two favorite rivals, I’ll be picking two of each card type: Spells, traps, and monsters. One for the aesthetic, and one for how often I make use of it.

First up, the Aesthetics group

What can I say, Vampiric Koala is such a cutie, Dwimmered Path has some really pretty card art, and Rainbow Life is an eternal flex on any heteros I may encounter while playing Duel Links. Nothing better than a gay trap card.

Now for usability

Dragon Knight of Creation is suuuper helpful in any dragon themed deck and has a permanent slot in my decks for Mokuba and Kaiba, PoG is always a fun way to boost up weak monsters to ridiculous heights, and Dark Bribe just lets you block your opponent like “Okay I know you wanna hurt me but I will let you draw another card if you do not do that thing”, and they can’t refuse you.

Favorite episode: I’ll be copying cipher’s format here and picking one for each series, but this will still only total out to five for me since I’ve yet to watch past Zexal ^^; Soon I’ll get to Arc V! One day...

Season 0: Episode 16:  Turnabout by a Hair's Breadth - The White-Robed Crisis I’m a sucker for my son Joey, and this was a good Joey episode about him and his sister, plus it was nice seeing that doctor get what he deserved :) Duel Monsters: Season 5, episode 12-14:  The Deciding Match for Duel King - Yugi vs. Leon/Golden Castle of Stromberg/KC Grand Prix Ends  Probably a weird batch of episodes to pick, I know, but a lot of DM was kinda forgettable to me, and these are some of the few episodes I do recall. I just... really felt for Leon’s situation, and I wanted good things for that boy. I care him. GX: Season 3, episode 34: Dark Fusion! Inferno Wing!! Jim. Jim Jim Jimmmmm. This was the episode that finally made me understand why saviorshipping was a thing because it hits you with all these memories Jim has of Jaden and shows how they bonded before all this Dark World shit happened, and the whole thing was very emotional. 5Ds: Season 4, episode 2-3:  Recollections, Entrusted with a Friend's Dying Wish God Crow, my precious bird son. I really liked the backstory they gave him, despite how much it hurt. It was probably the best character development he got in the whole of 5Ds, and let you see a side to him you probably wouldn’t expect. I loved watching him get his justice. Zexal II: Season 2, episode 5-6:  Alito the Silent Fighter - Reunion of the Passionate Duelists!/ Be Revived! The Duelist Soul That Transcends Life!! I picked these episodes for Nistro and Nistro alone. He was one of my absolute favorites in Zexal, and seeing how well he and Dextra were doing was good for the soul. Just look at this good lion man right here.

Look at him!!!

Favorite decks to use: Elemental Heroes, Aromages, Red Eyes, Six Samurai, and Crystal Beasts.

Fusion, Ritual, Synchro, Xyz, Pendulum, or Link: I’m a simple girl, I love fusion/tributes for how easy they are, but synchro can be pretty fun, too

Years in fandom: ??? Even I don’t know the answer to this one, friends. I used to be in the fandom when I was in middle school, wrote/read a few fanfics here and there, but then I fell out of it for... Well I’m 22 now and only got back into things 6 months ago? I started rewatching the abridged series of Duel Monsters in March, and from there I just wanted to consume actual Yugioh content and never went back.

Who am I tagging: @finding-fallen-petals @dizziedaikonn​ @chazzaroo​ Go wild y’all

[taeswurld]

Ace VI [Shitshow]

pairing: bakugo x fem!reader 

genre: humor, romance 

TW: violence, cursing, angst, fluff

Summary:

 Shifting into My Hero was a total mistake, all those tiktoks you watched on a daily about shifting somehow convinced your brain to take part. Now the question is how to wake up, and most importantly, DON’T GET ATTACHED TO STUPID DRAWINGS!

A/N: 

HI! New chapter! Kinda late! Sorry! Let me know if you wanna be mentioned in the taglist! Here’s Shitshow!

{ACE MASTERLIST}

After that shitshow, you took a nap. 

It’s not that you passed out, no no. 

You definitely did not pass out in Bakugou’s arms. Nope. 

You simply took a nap. A three hour nap. You just so happened to fall asleep while he was holding you. End of story. 

To be fair, you had a really tiring day, and it was only 4 in the afternoon. 

You woke up in an alternate dimension with no clue what was going on whatsoever, and then realized you had superpowers. In fact, a power so super, it was difficult to control. 

Once you came to, you realized you weren't in Gym Gamma anymore, but instead in someone’s room. 

Hmm. Smells like cinnamon. 

As you looked around, you found Midoriya and Todoroki holding ice to their heads and Bakugou cleaning up the dried blood down his ears, grumbling about how this ‘always fucking happens’ and ‘why do I even fucking bother’. While you were lied down on a bed, Bakugou was looking at the hanging mirror and Midoriya and Todoroki were sitting on some beanbag chairs. 

When you made a quick move to rub your eyes, Midoriya stood up and walked over to you. 

“Y/N! You woke up! Are you feeling better?” Midoriya asked. 

“Yeah, I’m fine. Where’s Hiro? And where are we?” You asked as you moved to sit up. 

“Whoa, slow down there, Y/N.” Todoroki moved to push you back down. “Hiro’s taking a nap under the bed. His tail’s hanging out.”

At the sound of his name, he crawled out from under the bed to check up on you. Moving your hand to pet his fur, he sat on Todoroki feet. 

“I think your wolf is sick. He’s acting quite odd. Earlier he kept rubbing up against me.” Todoroki told you with a deadpan expression. 

“No, Todo, I think he just wanted a few pets. And he’s a husky, not a wolf. I don’t think I have enough talent to train a wolf.” You quirked an eyebrow at his comment. Jesus how dense is this guy? 

“Where are we anyways, it looks familiar but I can’t straight out recognize this room.” You ask, checking out the room. 

There was a few posters hung up, a couple of model airplanes on a shelf, along with school books. A desk was at the corner of the wall, piled with papers, a laptop, and a couple comic books. There was a couple of shoes on the floor, and some clothes sprawled out. And it smelled strongly of men’s cologne, but it wasn't cheap or tacky, it was for sure expensive, like the type a celebrity would wear. And caramel. Your nose was filled to the brim with the smell of caramel. 

“We’re in my room dumbass,” Bakugou says as he turns around, finally getting all the dried blood out. “After training, the four of us usually end up here for whatever goddamn reason. Even though I’ve said more than once that you fucktards aren't allowed here.” He said rolling his eyes complaining. 

“Okay Mr. Attitude, I didn’t order an extra side of sarcasm with your stupid ass answer. But thanks for taking care of me, I guess.” You said giving him a small smile of appreciation. “I like your room by the way. It’s very, Bakugou of you.” You said as your smiled widened to a full grin. 

“I’m sorry, just how the fuck did you use my name?” He said giving you a small, but semi playful glare.

“Moving on,” Midoriya said pressing his lips together, trying his best to prevent a smirk from showing up. “Y/N, your control is has gotten a little worse.”

“You’re control has gone batshit crazy.” Todorki butts in with a small smile. 

“Well, I mean, I wouldn't put it that way,” he says giving him a slight glare. 

Todorki’s smile grows wider, giving Midoriya a small shrug. 

Turning back to you, Midoriya begins going on about how you had an amazing control for a quirk so powerful. “It was insane. You could be the angriest person in the room, angrier than even Kacchan-” 

“Highly impossible, this man is a chihuahua incarnate.” You said, giving a small smirk, finally moving to sit up so you can semi-look them in the eye. 

“Okay princess, you’re lucky you’re injured and I’m feeling nice, because if it were up to me, your attitude would've been given a check a long ass time ago.” He says turning to you to give a small scowl. 

“Anyways,” Midoriya cuts in, giving both of you an annoyed look. “You’re emotions could be overflowing, but you always managed to keep your quirk in check. However, in the last couple of days, I’ve noticed you become slightly more agitated, up to the incident that happened last night, and then this morning, waking up to a pounding headache and in what you call an alternate dimension.” He says crouching down a little to be at head-level with you. 

“Yeah, I don't really understand that.” Todorki says, furrowing his eyebrows. “You were completely fine yesterday, other than being a little bit quieter and more snappy than usual. How the hell did your conscience manage to switch you out to a different dimension where you believe this is all fake?” He turns giving you a confused look. 

“Look, in all honesty, I don't know. All I know is that you guys were like, in this T.V. show I watched a lot, and then I woke up IN the T.V. show. Like literally yesterday I was attending my online classes, I scrolled through my phone a little and then I took a nap. Next thing I know, I wake up here, no memories of this place, or any of you. Shit, I know what memories you guys claim to have with me, but frankly those are all experiences I’ve read in like fan fictions” You say.

“What the shit is a fan fiction?” Bakugou asks, giving you a very much confused, yet judgmental stare. 

 “Not important,” you claim, blushing. These guys do not need to know that you’ve literally read about them fucking your brains out, especially Bakugou. God knows you’ll never hear the end of it. 

“And everyone keeps talking about this incident that happened last night. But nobody has filled me in. You mind telling me what's going on?” You ask, giving each of them a questioning stare. 

“Last night you went out to train your quirk.” Midoriya says. 

“You’ve said you’ve been feeling off for days. When I tried to talk to you about it, your bitchass got all pissy and then stomped off.” Bakugou says looking away, a little pissed off at the way past-you pushed him away. 

“When we went to go check on you, your were losing control of your power, your hands covered in this blinding light before it took over your entire body. Aizawa had to come out to stop you because you were screaming in pain really loud. Once he turned off your power, you had blood oozing out of your ears and  you were passed out.” Todorki says, not giving much attention to you, as he was too busy giving out stiff pets to Hiro. 

“We called out to Recovery Girl, but she said the only thing we could do is make sure you get a good nights sleep and hope you wake up better in the morning.” Midoriya says giving you a soft stare. 

“Jesus christ that sounds like a shitshow.” You say, rubbing your temples in hoping to relieve some of your stress. 

“You can bet your ass it was. You weren't even supposed to go to train today, but Tweedle Stupid and Tweedle Stupider,” Bakugou says giving Todoroki and Midoriya a harsh glare. “decided to test out your control again. Apparently the fact that you may not be okay didn’t cross their pea-sized minds.” He growls. 

“Hey! You know just as much as I do how important it is for her to maintain her control. We’ve gotta see where she is. After all, she’s got one of the strongest quirks in the class.” Midoriya says defending his actions. 

“Dude, she’s literally the only person who could keep up with our crazy training schedules. And,” Todorki says giving him a glare right back, “you forget that she was also a target at the training camp. Only difference is I managed to grab her out of the League’s hands. Her quirk is literally wanted everywhere. If she doesn’t get her shit together soon, she can end up in danger real quick.” He states. 

Sheesh, what a fucking reality check. 

Well, as ‘reality’ as this dimension gets. 

taglist : lanaxians-2

[smuttyassholes]

Home - Gikwang

Request: Can you do Lee Gikwang, where he hasn’t seen his gf in a month because of a tour. I know there aren’t a lot (if not any) smuts with him in them.

A/n: Can y’all tell I want this man to wreck me? Cause ever since Don’t Close Your Eyes came out, I’ve been haunted with his bitchass in that black suit just begging to get the succ of his life. - #4

“One more day.” You sighed to yourself as you crossed a red dash over the small calendar that stood on your nightstand.

One more day till it marked a month.

One more day till he came home.

You couldn’t completely complain though, knowing full well what dating Gikwang involved. Hell, you met him at a damn fan-meet.

But you were lonely. The house was too quiet without how he sang to himself or hummed while walking about. The bed was too empty without his imprint in the sheets, and not to mention cold.

Oh, how cold the past nights were. You even bought another blanket to make up for the lack of body heat.

There were some upsides to his absence, though. Like eating a single cookie for breakfast without getting scolded, or how you didn’t really have to cook anymore, surviving off of takeout (which he was never gonna know about).

Though you had your fun, you were still lonely. Sure, being able to do whatever was nice, but at what cost?

All you wanted was your boyfriend back.

-

You’re not sure when you fell asleep, the last thing you remembered was watching some rerun of an older show while you laid in one of Gikwang’s hoodie.

Nonetheless, you turned the TV off and threw the blanket back before rolling over and crossing a red dash across the current day with a smile.

Today was the day.

With that same smile, you grabbed another one of his hoodies, along with two towels and some underwear and headed to the shower.

You had nothing to do today, so what was the point it wearing real clothes? You were most likely just gonna lounge around and wait until he got home.

After showering, you moved the curtain back and reached for the towel, wrapping it around your body before wrapping your hair.

As you stepped out, you moved towards the sink to brush your teeth thinking of what to make for dinner since you knew he wouldn’t want takeout.

After finishing, you unwrapped the towel, tossing it into the hamper before putting on your underwear on and shaking the towel off of your hair, making sure to get all the excess water out before tossing that towel into the hamper, as well before settling on throwing your hair into a ponytail.

As you made your way back to your room, you decided to make the bed. Nothing fancy, but definitely not leaving it to look like how you left it when you got up.

By the time you finished, you still couldn’t think of a dinner idea, and you stuck your lip out with a pout.

Would he even be home at dinner time? Would he be back later? Would he be too tired to eat? What if he came home earlier?

You groaned in frustration at how he never told you what time he’d be back, and settled on the fact that he’d probably tell you what he wanted once he was home.

But the thought of him being back early had you shooting off the bed and running towards the living room, trying to clean up any signs of your messy habits, starting in the kitchen.

You grimaced as you saw the empty take out boxes in the trashcan and nearly face palmed. You were supposed to take that out last night.

With a sigh, you started cleaning, making sure nothing was left. No dirty dishes, no stains, no smells, no messes.

While you were on your little cleaning spree, you figured you might as well clean everything else, starting with cleaning out the fridge, then moving to the cabinets, getting rid of anything old, or things you just weren’t gonna eat.

When you had finished, you flopped onto the couch, and placed your phone on the coffee table while you turned the TV on, settling on whatever was on.

-

“Baby.” You heard someone whisper, a warm touch on your shoulder lightly shaking you. “Baby, wake up.” You heard the voice chuckle.

“Since when do dream people laugh?” You mumbled, turning over and putting your hand under your head, the hoodie riding up and exposing your underwear covered ass.

“This isn’t a dream.” The voice laughed, placing a playful smack on your ass.

“How can dream people deny their existence?” You mumbled again as you moved your hips. “Only one person would spank me and he-”

Your eyes shot open at the realization and you rolled over.

“It’s really you.” You whispered, getting up and throwing your arms over him.

“God, you take so long to wake up.” He mumbled, wrapping his arms around your waist. “I’ve been here for ten minutes already.” He laughed as he picked you up, your legs immediately wrapping around his waist.

“I missed you so much.” You whispered into his neck.

“Yeah, can you like, not breath on my neck.” He chuckled, moving the both of you to the kitchen so he could sit you on the counter. “Not having anything for a month makes a person kinda sensitive.” He laughed as he turned towards the fridge.

“Tell me about it.” You mumbled, your feet swaying as you watched him. “So how was it?” You piped up, your head moving around to see what he was grabbing.

“Pretty good.” Was all he said, turning back around with some eggs and vegetables, setting them on the counter next to you. “Would’ve been better if you were with me.” He smiled, moving towards the cabinets and pulling out some packets of ramen.

“Of all the dishes I racked my brain for, I not once thought of ramen pancake.” You shook your head, watching as he brought out a pot.

“Good.” He smiled as he filled it with water. “That means I get to cook tonight.”

“Ton-” You started but stopped. “What time is it?” You furrowed your brows.

“Close to nine.” He smiled, placing the pot on the stove and breaking the noddles before dropping them in. “Why, did you sleep the day away?”

“No.” You glared. “I cleaned all day. I guess I fell asleep around five-ish? Six-ish?” You questioned.

“Did it take you so long to clean cause you’re secretly a pig?” He raised a brow, grabbing a bowl and placing it next to you.

“If I said yes, would you be less attracted to me?” You raised your own brow.

“No, but instead of ‘kitten’, I can call you ‘piggy’.” He joked, earning a smack on the arm. “Okay, okay, I’m sorry.” He laughed. “But if you weren’t so kinky, I wouldn’t have anything to use against you.” He pointed out as he started cracking the eggs.

“You weren’t complaining about my kinks when I called you ‘daddy’.” You smirked. “Or ‘sir’.” Your smirk grew as he cracked one of the eggs a little harder.

“Remember what I said about sensitive?” His tongue poking the inside of his cheek as he reached for the vegetables. “You’re on thin ice, princess.”

“Ohh, Mr. Gikwang threatening me with chives-”

You were cut off with a gasp as his hand gripped your chin tightly.

“I get home after a month to my girlfriend dressed in nothing but my hoodie and thin ass panties.” He growled. “The last thing I need is your bratty little attitude.” He warned before loosening his grip. “So are you gonna behave?” He raised a brow and you nodded, earning a kiss to the forehead. “Good girl.”

You stayed quiet as you watched him continue to cook, the ache between your thighs growing the longer it took, but you didn’t dare speak up. The last thing you needed was for him to snap and end up burning the house down due to ignoring the stove.

When he was finished, he cut it in half, putting it on one plate, and grabbing a fork before making his way back to you.

“Ah.” He motioned you to open your mouth as he brought up a piece of food, holding it in front of your lips.

You opened your mouth and accepted the food, chewing happily as you hadn’t eaten the whole day, him doing the same.

If anything, his duality made you even more frustrated. How could he switch from being dominant to domestic so easily?

“How frustrated are you that all it took was some attitude.” You asked, testing the waters.

“You’ll find out later if you keep it up, princess.” His tone flat as he placed the fork in his mouth.

“Maybe I wanna find out.” You mumbled shy.

“What? You don’t want any sweet-lovey-dovey sex for my first night back?” He raised a brow in amusement as he placed the plate aside.

“Maybe..” You trailed off as you bit your lip. “You weren’t the only one who’s frustrated.”

He smirked, placing his hands on either side of you and leaning in, kissing you softly.

Your legs parted to make room for him as your hands came up to grip his face, pulling him closer to deepen the kiss.

He wasted no time closing the space between you, his hands slowly moving from the counter top to travel up your thighs before finding purchase on your hips, his fingers giving them a light squeeze.

“God, I missed this.” He groaned as he pulled away, hastily trailing kisses down your jaw while his hands slipped under the hoodie, snaking their way up to cup your breasts.

You said nothing, only biting your lip as your back arched into his touch, your hand flying to grab his hair as he sucked at the skin on the juncture of your neck and shoulder, your hips wiggling forward so you could get even closer.

“How much I’ve thought about coming home and just ruining you.” He mumbled, pulling away from you.

But before you could complain, his hands went to the hem of the hoodie, quickly lifting it up and over your head and dropping it on the floor before his hands removed his own shirt, smirking at how you licked your lips at the sight of him.

“I guess you missed me, too.” He chuckled, watching as your hand came out to run along his torso before moving back and pulling you into him, his bulge pressing deliciously against you.

“Part of me wanted to make love tonight.” He whispered, his fingers playing with the hem of your panties. “Show you how much I missed you.” He continued, his finger dipping down to press against your clothed clit, reveling in the damp feeling. “But I really don’t feel like taking my time.” He pressed harder, hooded eyes looking up to watch your head lean back. “Do you?”

You quickly shook your head, your hips pushing into his finger while your hand reached out to wrap around his hips, trying to pull him impossibly closer.

“So you want it right here?” His tone smug as he cocked a brow. “Right here on the counter?” He asked, using the hand that was on your hip to pull you into his bulge. “Right next to the food we didn’t even finish?” He asked, repeating the action as you nodded your head rapidly. “Such a dirty girl.” He smiled, pulling away from you yet again, chuckling as you whined.

“Lay back for me, baby.” He licked his lips.

You wasted no time doing so, hissing lightly as the cold tile made contact with your skin.

But the cold feeling didn’t last long as his hands trailed up your thighs, gripping the sides of your panties and pulling them down quickly, letting them fall next to the hoodie.

“Fuck, I missed this view.” He groaned, his hands back on your thighs as he pressed soft kisses from the top of your knee to your inner thigh, one of your hands coming up to grope yourself while the other went to his hair, gripping tight in anticipation.

“Touching yourself before I’ve barely done anything.” He tsked, his eyes looking up to watch as you pinched your nipple, rolling the small bud between your fingers. “So needy.” He said, kissing right above your clit. “And all for me.” He whispered before his mouth was finally on you, his tongue lapping at you while his hands spread your thighs so he could get even deeper.

The hand you already had in his hair was torn between tugging him away from you, and tugging him closer, too overcome with pleasure to think about what you wanted, your thighs trying to close around him despite his hold on them.

“Gi-Gikwang.” You gasped out, your hips grinding against his face. “M-More, please.” You whined.

He didn’t hesitate to oblige, his hand moving from your thigh, to tease your entrance with two fingers, smirking against you as you begged him to stop teasing.

And he did, pushing them inside you and pumping them quickly while his mouth moved to focus on your clit, lips wrapping around it and sucking harshly.

“Oh, fuck.” You moaned out, your back arching off the counter as your grip in his hair tightened, the pressure in your stomach building. “Shit, I’m go-” You were cut off with a cry as he pulled away completely, staring down at your panting form with hungry eyes.

With no explanation, he only tugged at his pants and boxers, not even bothering to step out of them before he slid his tip in with a groan.

“God, you’re so tight.” He groaned, his head falling back, taking a moment for himself after he bottomed out, the way you squeezed around him too overwhelming.

“Move.” Your whine brought him out of his thoughts, and his hips started up, wasting no time building up a pace and starting off brutal, his hand grabbing your legs and spreading them, the new angle causing louder moans to leave your lips, your hands falling to the side, searching for something to grab.

“God, you feel so good.” He grunted, watching as your breasts bounced. “I might just fuck you all night.” He licked his lips, his thrusts getting rougher while his hands dropped to grab your thighs, bringing you back to meet his thrusts roughly.

“Please.” You moaned out. “I never wanna forget how good you feel.” You whimpered, your hands moving to grab his wrists. “The toys just aren’t enough.” You admitted, your eyes opening at the realization of what you just said.

“So you cheated?” He cocked a brow, his hips slowing down. “I thought we agreed on no toys while I’m gone?” His hips now doing one harsh thrust to emphasize his words.

“I-I-” You started, but the way his eyes glared down at you shut you up.

“Did you,” He started, keeping up the one harsh thrust as he spoke. “Use toys,” Another thrust. “When we,” Another thrust. “Agreed,” Another thrust. “Not to?” Another thrust.

You only nodded, too scared how your voice would sound.

“Which one?” He asked, hips stilling entirely, ignoring your cry of protest. “Or were you so needy you used more than one?” He scoffed lightly, watching as you swallowed thickly.

“The vibrator..” You trailed off in a whisper. “And the dildo..” You closed your eyes before continuing. “And the plug.”

His eyes lit up at the last part, the thought of you with the jeweled plug he bought you making him groan.

“And you didn’t even send anything?” He smirked playfully, rolling his hips.

“I didn’t wanna get in trouble.” You whined.

“But you’re in trouble now.” He raised a brow, rolling his hips again. “Give me one reason why I shouldn’t pull out and get you off on those toys instead.” He smiled. “Because you obviously don’t need me.” He laughed, rolling his hips again, you moaning at the thought of him using the toys on you like he used to.

“Would you like that, princess?” He asked, his tone smug again. “’Cause I can feel you clenching at the thought.”

You didn’t respond, feeling the heat going to your face as your body spoke for you.

“Where are they?” He asked, pulling out entirely, holding a finger up to stop any complaints from you.

“Nightstand drawer.” You mumbled, watching him leave before closing your eyes.

You would fuck yourself over.

With how quick he was, you would’ve thought he never left.

“You’re in for a long night, princess.” He tsked, placing the plug beside you while he turned the vibrator on, setting it to the highest speed before dragging it along your inner thighs, your eyes screwing shut as he placed it over your clit momentarily before holding it as he pulled away. “I hope you don’t have plans tomorrow.” Was all he said before he was back inside you, resuming the pace he set before.

You didn’t open your eyes. You didn’t wanna see what he was doing, how he looked at you, how he moved.

And that was the death of you because you didn’t see him bring the vibrator back to your clit, pressing it hard against you as he used his free hand to hold your hips still as he fucked into you harder.

Your eyes shot open, bringing your arms up to the counter so you could look up at him, your eyes pleading for him to go easy on you.

But he didn’t.

With whatever strength he had left, he used it to completely ruin you, wanting nothing more than for you to scream out as you came.

“I’m gonna cum, fuck.” You nearly cried, your arms giving out as you fell back against the counter, your arms reaching out to grip his wrists.

“Then fucking do it.” He growled, pressing the vibrator even harder against your clit, even going as far as to rub it, loving how you screamed as your walls convulsed around him, his hips faltering from it before cumming himself, turning the vibrator off as his thrusts slowed down, smiling at how you twitched from your orgasm.

As he pulled out, he reached for the plug, smiling as he looked back at you.

“Roll over for me, princess.”

- asshole 4

[hearteyes-for-killmonger]

This fic will end in 1-2 more parts.

Part 5

"I did not lay my bong down for that ass to go unbeat," Shawn deadpanned as he stood alongside Erik, watching Trent reach the end of the block untouched. He'd sobered up for this and was angry. His hands twitched. He couldn't let someone get away with that level disrespect toward one of his best friends. Erik seemed too calm for him, which was uncharacteristic, especially in a situation like this.. and with Ken. "You gone do something?"

Erik stared forward at the corner of the block as Trent disappeared around it causing Shawn's jaw to clench. "I'm not finna stand here," Shawn mumbled shaking his head with his hands behind his back waiting for Erik to do anything.

"Man, fuck this." Shawn lunged forward but was stopped by Erik's grip on his jacket.

"Hol'up." Noticing the irritation on Shawn's face, he eased up as Shawn snatched out his grasp. The swollen, cut-up face of Shawn's stepfather came to Erik's mind. It only took one time for Shawn's little sister to say their stepdad looked at her inappropriately for gentle and goofy Shawn to snap and almost kill him. He'd been kicked out of the house by his mother who was pissed because her man left after getting his ass beat. According to Shawn, he didn't regret it and after that he and Erik never talked about what happened, but Erik always knew that Shawn had the potential to give him a run for his money if he ever got serious. It was his protective instinct.

Shawn looked Erik up and down in disappointment as he turned to track Trent down on his own.

"Aye," Erik called effectively halting him. Shawn turned back even angrier. He rarely got angry. Erik had to tell him something. "Come back, lemme talk to you," he called watching Shawn's jaw clench. Shawn walked back and Erik stepped forward to meet him, patting and squeezing his shoulder to calm him. "Walk with me to the car," Erik gestured with head, "I'm a show you something."

Shawn stared at Erik for a few seconds before following him, climbing into the passenger seat and closing the door.

Erik looked as relaxed as he did when nothing was wrong and Shawn waited to hear him out.

"You and Ken," Erik smirked, "Hotheaded. You think I'd let a nigga walk away after disrespect like that? Me?" Erik chuckled shutting the driver's side door as Shawn sat, still not talking but listening.

Erik drove around the block slowly and when Shawn looked up, they were passing Trent who was standing on the sidewalk.

"We could get him now while he talking to shorty," Shawn said hopefully. Trent was chatting up a pretty brown skin girl in a purple dress and large hoops. Shawn watched with his hand on the door handle, but Erik kept driving to his annoyance. He balled his lips impatiently staring forward.

"Shawn, trust me aight. I care about Ken too. She's my best friend too... and I know you know how I feel about her," Erik glanced quickly making brief eye contact. Shawn wasn't stupid. He'd caught Erik watching Ken a few times, but he'd never mentioned it, looking away instead.

"Then fuckin do something," Shawn mumbled rubbing his eyes.

Erik smirked, smiling even more when Shawn looked over in curiosity.. drawn by the glint in Erik's eye. He looked Erik over. He was up to something. Shawn had known Erik for a while and what he knew was that Erik was a very petty nigga. He could be downright grimy and vengeful but it was always kept lowkey and out view. It was an evil streak that most people didn't see because he was so slick.

Shawn thought about it and the corner lips turned up as he relaxed in his seat. Most times, he felt like Erik was too extra but right now... it seemed fitting. Erik was angry, he was angry, and so was Travis. Shawn knew in that moment that whatever Erik did, it would be revenge to the 3rd power on behalf of them all. For Ken.

"You good now," Erik asked.

"What we doing? What's the plan," Shawn asked calmly.

"I'll tell you. Shorty in the purple dress? I know her. She the bait."

"Bait. She know what she doing?"

"She knows exactly what she's doing. She's gonna get him to the Sleep In and we... are gonna be there ready to beat his ass. Off campus like the rules state. But only after she fuck him."

"You got him pussy," Shawn frowned, confused. "Maybe I smoked away all my brain cells but how does that work?"

"She burnin," Erik smirked watching Shawn's reaction. His jaw dropped. "Yep," Erik smiled, "HIV."

Shawn gaped, eyes troubled. Maybe this was a little too far.

Erik chuckled, his eyes light with humor. "Told you. You too soft. You just back me up when it's time."

"Oh I'm a stomp his bitchass," Shawn replied.

----

Ken walked to her next class wondering if she'd see Trent, but she didn't. Her hands were ready in case she did. In skinny jeans, a black and white blouse, black wedges, and acrylics, she'd still punch him in the throat and then proceed to hit him with grown man punches, Big Ken style. She walked more slowly than usual, hoping for her chance, but she didn't see him.

After her class, she texted Erik to ask what he'd been up to not wanting to snitch and say that Travis had filled her in on the whole situation. Erik called to her surprise and she answered it.

"I'm out here being a decent law-abiding citizen Ms. Kendra. Why, what you up to? How was class?"

"Educational, Mr. Erik... Where were you today?"

"Sick," he coughed and Ken rolled her eyes. She knew his fake cough and imitated it making Erik laugh. "Okay I overslept."

"No you did not."

"How you gone tell me?! Travis told you didn't he. You know he still smitten and shit, he can't keep a secret!"

"Smitten?" Ken squinted. The word sounded so weird especially attached to Travis and her. She didn't want to think about it.

"It's your fault," Erik teased. "Your IG thotbook."

"Lookbook," she corrected. "Don't act like you don't be looking through it, obviously you do."

"You right."

Ken blinked, not sure of how she should respond. She swallowed. She hadn't expected him to cop to it so easily.

"Then since you already know the issue, since Travis couldn't control himself.. you should know Shawn and I are handling it. Don't nobody mess with Big Ken."

"Cool, but don't leave me out of it. I wanna get my licks in." She waited for his reply. "You hear me?"

"Hm? Yeah, my mind went left, my bad. I hear you."

"....Left where," she teased.

"You really wanna go there with me?" His voice deepened and her face heated as she bit her lip.

She looked around hoping no one could see her face, feeling her stomach flutter. He'd been good, not showing any special feelings toward her. He'd been keeping things platonic and though their friendship was finally back to normal, she missed the flirtation and secretly she hoped that he hadn't gotten over his thing for her. She felt conflicted.

"Relax. I'll keep you posted," he said hanging up. She pouted staring at their text thread. What could she say to him? She didn't want to ruin what they'd built. She called Shawn instead.

"Y'all making me uncomfortable," he said.

"I didn't do anything," Ken combated. "Wait... you got me on speaker?!"

"She was tryna make me talk nasty, freaky ass," Erik snitched. "Was not," Ken lied.

"I honestly don't care at this point.. but I don't wanna know. It's still weird for me," Shawn mumbled.

Ken understood. They were all best friends after all and it was weird. But when she thought of how fine Erik was.. he was sooo fine. She tried constantly not to notice. For years, she tried not to stare or hang on him because she didn't want to make him feel uncomfortable. Back when she knew beyond a doubt that she wasn't anything near his type, she was afraid he'd be disgusted and never talk to her again because he saw her as a nigga. A whole man. She didn't want to be happy to the degree that she was when he smiled or was near her and she chalked it all up to him being her best friend. She felt perverted like he was family. Like she was crossing a line she shouldn't whenever an impure thought came.

"My bad. I'll try to behave myself if Ms. Kendra does. Though, I can't make any promises," Erik replied with Ken hiding her smile. "Ken.."

"Huh.. Stop! Bye!" She groaned quickly ending the call. The butterflies were still there in her stomach.

It didn't take long.. She realized she still hadn't gotten what she'd called for. Sending a text to Shawn, she wondered what they meant when they said they were handling her situation. She wanted in and she let them know. She hoped that they wouldn't leave her out.

[thelastarchangelaskblog]

Session 5

With all my schoolwork and internship I wasn’t able to put together a highlights reel of our last session, but I have some time now so I’m doing the thing!

This time all seven of us were present and it heralded some truly fantastic moments.

**

We opened up after an RP Zira ( @heliocentricgeometric) and Tony (me) had, where DJ (doxblogsstuff) woke up and took a look at his hand:

Dox: I was just going to say that DJ woke up, looked at his hand, and started swearing.

Bob ( @thechaoticwave) is still looking for our group and we spent some time chatting and eating breakfast while waiting for our bird friend to join us and also speculating how Bob was going to find us.

thechaoticwave: My name begins with a t today and that's all you get to know.

We’re eating breakfast and DJ is putting together elixirs so he doesn’t have to mess around for 2 turns in combat.

Dox: DJ comes very close to using the wrong hand to eat the wrong thing but then he stops himself.

For some reason Zira ends up telling the party she’s descended from celestials!

Zira:  I'm descended from celestials.

Everyone else: [is basically the gif set of John Mulaney going “This might as well happen? Adult life is already so goddamn weird.”]

Tony already knew the thing and so just patted Zira on the head.

We move on to discussing how we’re supposed to make ourselves obvious enough for Bob to find us.

Rhodey ( @rebaobsessions): We could sing? 

Zira: You people are all CRAZY

Zira goes off on how singing would draw basically every enemy to us because that is not subtle.

Zira: THERE ARE ALWAYS MORE UNDEAD

Also featuring:

Zira: Why would you make soldiers sing? That's not their job!

We’re wondering just how soldiers even got to singing.

Luna ( @imagine1117): So you didn't have to audition.

DJ insists he’s not singing because he’s a terrible singer but Tony’s insisting that he should sing.

DJ: Rhodey said i didn't have to sing!

Tony: Well, I guess we just want Bob to be flying around forever then.

There is singing and it’s done by @the-grey-hunt who has a lovely voice!

It was decided the party’s sole brain cell is currently being held by Rhodey.

Someone:  Does Bob have any brain cells?

thechaoticwave: Bob has absolutely 0 brain cells, despite needing intelligence.

This interaction came to life for some reason:

Zira: DJ, how are you not dead?

DJ: Explosions.

Zira: I am traveling with a bunch of idiots.

Luna: it took you this long to notice? 

Zira: I thought you had at least some self-preservation, but I guess not.

Tony: I have a very well developed sense of self-preservation! I’m still here, aren’t I?

Zira: We have what appears to be a 100% survival rate, but that could change at any moment.

We were rolling for something?

Dox: DJ rolled a 1. Wait, I can reroll that, never mind!

Rhodey checks the tower out where we defeated two specter a few days ago and notes it’s still desecrated. This is news to Zira.

Zira: It’s DESECRATED?!

In the area there are also suspicious tracks indicating someone was staying in the area for a while but we have no clue who other than that they’re not stalking us despite Zira’s doubts.

Bob joins us! Tony immediately asks him about his four shoulders.

Zira: Does that mean you're distantly related to dragons?

Bob: (genuinely distressed) I don't know I'm a bird!

Tony: You missed us fighting two undead and Rhodey sweet-talking a banshee into giving up her underwear.

Bob: You're a PALADIN, Rhodey, what the heck?

We get to talking about necromancers because of the undead.

Bob: Is there a necromancer nearby?

Zira: There might be! You never know!

it’s totally Zira because she keeps talking about death

The previous night Tony and Zira had a heavy conversation about the Horned Crown and their associations with it, which I have to post here because damn did some plot developments happen!

But Tony’s bringing the rest of the group up-to-date on everything and how Zira and he are totally going to go after this group and bring them down.

DJ: What about this As--

Zira: Do not. Say his name! Are you CRAZY?!

DJ: What if you think it?

We’re all a measly level 2 so Zira is rather alarmed at the notion of going after this group immediately.

Zira: While I am full of rage, i would rather not die. You're all crazy and super killable right now.

Tony: We’re just going to gather information first!

Why did we start talking about this?

Zira (probably): You can't confine yourself to one method of murder. There's just so many. With the number of weapons around, the chances of our getting stabbed in the back? Increasing. I'm not making any specific accusations. I have no evidence....yet.

Luna: Hands up if you're going to betray us, stab us in the back, and then kill us. 

(No one responds)

Luna: I think we're good.

We’re talking about nerds now!

Zira: Luna...you're also a nerd, for nature.

Luna: Yes.

Zira: Ted...I don't know what you're a nerd for yet.

Tony: If Rhodey ever tries to tell you he’s not a nerd he’s lying.

Zira: Nerds group together. They're like really nervous birds.

thechaoticwave: Ted waves.

DJ gives Tony healing potions and I have an epic goof-up.

Me: So we have five bottles of healing - I mean healing potions.

We’re back in Briarbane, and Tony’s off to talk to the townmaster regarding some orcs!

Helio: Zira trails behind Tony like a duckling.

The townmaster is enjoying a nice cup of coffee when Tony asks him some nice questions about the orcs he’s concerned about.

Tony: So have these orcs been stealing, pillaging, or murdering anyone?

DM ( @the-grey-hunt): He’s looking increasingly sweaty as you keep talking.

Townmaster: They’re there?

This guy is an epic racist and per the party members who were not present for this convo but listening in over the mic Tony (and thus me) dragged this guy through the mud.

Tony: Well, I suppose I’ll see about getting them moved because they’re clearly unsafe here next to you. What kind of proof will you need?

Townmaster: Oh, just anything...

Tony: I'll be back with a letter.

Townmaster: A letter?

Tony: A letter. Because they know their letters. They're not uncivilized beings.

Zira takes a moment for a final potshot at this guy.

Zira: So would you say I’m dangerous? (she doesn’t look human at all, baring sharp teeth)

Townmaster (rolls a Nat 1): No.

Zira: Hey, Mr. Townmaster, sir. You're a bitchass liar.

We finally meet up with Clint again and the first thing Zira tells him is that the townmaster is a bitchass liar and every other citizen in the vicinity doesn’t disagree.

While we’re discussing the Redbrands, Clint goes:

Clint: I don't know why this town has two pubs when it only has, like, 400 people.

On further discussion of this group and what to do...

DJ: Glasstaff?

Clint: ...okay, very funny. I know who Glasstaff is.

Tony: Yeah, he has a glass staff.

Clint: So I've heard.

Bob: WAIT, DOES HE REALLY?

We’re talking murder!

Zira: (singing) Murder time!

Clint: Don't say that out loud. 

Tony: (stares him in the eyes and says in a flat tone) Murder time.

Clint does not come with us as we head to the Redbrands because he has very few arrows and a whole lot of bolts from Bob.

We’re in a dungeon now! An actual dungeon while we deal with the Redbrands!

Luna locates a cool bag and because there’s something suspiciously magic in there she up-ends it per Tony’s advice. A bunch of gold hits the floor along with two bottles that proceed to break. One was a healing potion and the other an unknown poison.

We’re all very sad at the loss of a healing potion.

We find a bedroom and per Zira’s instructions proceed to defile it because that’s going to spook our enemies.

Bob does smiley face graffiti everywhere.

And that’s where we left off! In the middle of a dungeon and the next session is TOMORROW at 1:00 CST!

[milkte-aa]

" deal breaker! " (myg x y/n x jjk) 001

📍tags/genre ;; angst, satire, demon!au, prince!au.

📍summary ;; many many years ago, an ancestor of yours made a deal with two demon princes and never paid his debt. the demons, who lay dormant, have awoken and want their prize. and as a blessing and a curse, the prize is you.

📍author's note ;; the story is a bit mature, so chapters that don't have gore, violence, or smut, are still best for 16+ readers. but, of course, read at your own expense.

📍to find other chapters search #db-jjkmyg

"Come on, Jungkook! We don't have all year!!"

That loud voice resonated throughout the large, victorian styled manor. The dark hardwood floors were just a clean and shiny as they had been left, back when the victorian era was on the rise. It was a tragic day, when the manor was left behind, and that day would always be remembered as the day when the demons lost the great war. The two demon princes, who resided within this manor had fought and the front lines, and were forced into dormancy when they lost.

The heavy sound of footsteps could be heard at the home's entrance from deep within the many halls. Approaching every so calmly, Yoongi knew his call had been heard.

He gazed into the round mirror next to the coat rack that lay in the manor's entrance hall, fingertips brushing lightly over his cheek and jaw. The last time he'd seen his own face, was over 130 years ago, and there had been a long and deep cut that split his face in half diagonally. It was strange that they woke up, let alone come back completely unharmed or scarred. It left Yoongi to wonder why he was returned to his original state? Why wasn't his black hair matted with blood? Why was his skin left smooth and clean and not cracked, cut, and burned? Why was Jungkook so unhurt as he? He was greatful that his lover was back in the correct mental state, but why was it so?

"Weird isn't it? That we look brand new?" A chuckled rumbled across the entryway, taking Yoongi's attention away from his silvery reflection. He looked to Jungkook, the tall and handsome boy he'd had as a companion for centuries.

Yoongi nodded, looking back towards the mirror for a moment. He watched himself, quietly staring into his dark eyes. Jungkook cleared his throat in an attempt to get the other's attention, "So, hyung, why did you call my name?"

Jungkook had shoved his hands into the pockets of his blazer, with a coy smile on his face. Depsite them having come back so 'new', they were still wearing the same clothes. Black blazer's and slacks, dress shoes, and decorative silk shirts with matching chokers. Silver and gold adorned their fingers and ears, matching the outfit and the era they had left behind.

"Ah yes, we have some unfinished business to conclude." Yoongi turned again to the younger male, "Sadly, that war interrupted us."

Jungkook tilted his head. He was tired and confused, and quite frankly it took a second for him to even recall the very war that took place. But he caught on, remembering the crippled old man that had begged them to cure his only child of an incurable disease. They had done so, with promise that they would be able to collect whatever prize they wished from him when they returned—whether it be riches, land, or a soul. He nodded.

"Is there any prize to collect?"

Yoongi licked his lips. "I believe so. I looked into while you took a nap. The current family isn't rich, so I think we'll be collecting a soul. Unless something else takes our interest."

Jungkook liked the idea of a prize, even though the last thing he could remember was losing a great battle. Souls meant servants. Servants meant things getting back to normal.

Yoongi approached his companion, placing a palm on the younger's cheek. He still saw the condition Jungkook used to be in. The beaten and swollen image lingered in his memories. "I'm so happy you're okay..."

Jungkook smiled, setting his own hand over Yoongi's. "Mhmm, me too. Now, let's go get our well earned prize before it runs away."

"Yes, let's."

Your ancestory had always been a mystery to you. It felt like living in fog, and only ever seeing what was closest to you. You never met your grandparents, as they were all dead before you were born, and so you could never ask silly questions about what wars they lived through or where they grew up. Your parents wouldn't talk about it much, especially after their divorce when you were thirteen.

Though, despite all that you didn't know, there was always one thing that remained clear—your family was cursed.

The story was simple; over 100 years ago, a man in your family made a choice. Would he save his daughter from death or would he let her go and end her suffering? Despite what his little girl had wanted, he chose to save her from the clutches of death, and looked everywhere for the cure. But no books held the answer and no doctor had the time. He had lost hope. That was, until the man was approached by a mysterious creature and offered a deal. He took it without much thought, not caring to ask what the creature was or where it came from. Because of that, his ancestors believed him to have cursed the bloodline— due to making a deal with something that has yet to collect its end of the bargain.

If the family really was cursed, then maybe that would explain why you felt like nothing ever went right. All through highschool, you made mediocre grades and never seemed to impress your parents while simultaneously managing to never make any long lasting friendships. During the year between highschool and college, you had gotten fired at almost every job you took for extremely stupid things. And now, in university, depsite having finally made some good grades you're knee deep in student loan debt. You could hardly pay bills as it was, and soon enough the bank would show up a take you shitty car and even shittier apartment.

But what could you do about that? Nothing, really. Life is just a series of miserable mistakes and regrets, with the only promising goal being growing old and retiring right at the age when freetime is uncomfortable and impossible. Yeah, life is shitty. Life was so shitty sometimes, that it made you wish that the deal your idiot ancestor made would come back and haunt you because then maybe life wouldn't be so painfully drab.

Though, your catch yourself in that thought because demons, or monsters, or fairy tales weren't real.

Ring ring ring!

The distint chime of your cellphone rang at you from your bedroom, gently calling you to answer an important phone call.

"Who is it at this hour? Its almost 10 o'clock..." You pulled yourself up from the old cushions of your hand-me-down couch, eyes briefly passing over the screen of your tv, which flashed with commercials at the moment. With quick steps, you reached your bedroom, which wasn't really that far away at all, and managed to reach your phone before it quit ringing.

"Hello?"

Nothing could be heard from the other end, thought you were certain someone was listening to you.

"Who is this? If you're trying to sell me something just do it already and don't waste my time."

Nothing again, and with that you hung up— people these days were rude over the phone too. You huffed, turning your phone off and chucking it on the bed with a soft thud. Through your annoyed attitude, though, a strange feeling of coldness swept up your spine. It swarmed your brain, filling your mind with a ice so black and dark that it stopped you from thinking for a moment. But it faded, as it some sort of fire or heat had burned it away. Strange, you thought, and then you snapped back into reality.

The tv show you were watching echoed in the distance.

You walked quietly back to the living room, gazing down at your index finger and grumbling at the chipped blue nail polish as you did. You hardly paid attention to your surroundings in this moment, and ran into the couch, slamming your toe against its hard bottom.

"F-fucking hell! Bitchass couch, always in my fucking way!" You yelled out, squeezing your eyes in pain as you reached down to hold your throbbing toe.

A soft sound eerily similar to the clicking of tongue of teeth could be heard, and then...

"Well that wasn't a very ladylike set of words." The low grumble of words jerked you out of your pain, your eyes wide as the shot up to see a man sitting on your kitchen counter, his legs crossed calmly over one another. He was cold. That very coldness you'd felt just before you left you bedroom.

"W-who'er you?!" You scrambled backwards, nearly falling your ass in the process. "How'd you get in my house?!!"

The man chuckled, cleary amused with your prey-like display. His dark gaze raked over you slowly, and his tongue peeked out of his lips for a brief moment. He had black hair, brushed out of his face to show a subtle bit of the pale skin on his forehead. The rest of him was pale, all except his eyes and hair... and the oddly Victorian outfit he wore. "Who am I? How'd I get in? Those are your questions?" He scoffed, "Mortals... You never cease to amuse...."

He trailed off just as you looked to your left, spotting a large black dog towaring over your couch and gazing at you. It looked like a hellhound, but there was something oddly human about it. At closer look, the dog had black horns atop its head and rows of razor sharp teeth and a two-pronged tongue. Its tail swung around carfully, like a snake.

The man on your counter spoke again, "I am a demon, little girl, older than your bloodline and nearly as old as religion itself. This here is my friend, who decided to appear in this form rather than a human one...."

You scoffed, definitely by accident. The reflex in you to pass off stupid claims as symptoms of a low IQ. You regretted this immediately.

The man showed you his teeth, a flashy way to tell you to know your place. "I'm serious, girl. You can stand there all wobbly kneed a pretend that you don't know, deep down inside what we are, but I see right through you." He looked to the dog, that looked back at him and let out an impatient whine. "But... I will be kind and tell you the story, so that maybe then you'll show us some more respect."

You blinked several times, a feeble attempt as waking up from this nightmare. Demons? Imposible! Such a stupid idea. These are just figmants of your imagination. Maybe your family was cursed; but it would be cursed sooner with insanity that it would with demons.

"Once upon a time, during the Victorian Era, a young girl suffered from a bad case of of some very mysterious disease. Her father wanted her to live so very badly, and sold everything he had to find her a cure. But no doctor could care to help, and no witch had a practical solution. He poor, little girl was dying and each day the pale horse grew closer. But, one day, he found himself in the presence of two strange creatures that he passed off as extremely smart hellhounds. Whatever they were, he made a deal with them, selling his soul for his daughter's life. The 'creatures' were nice, and decided to wait until the man got to live a happy life with his daughter before they came to collect his soul and his life. But, those 'creatures' got caught up in a war and were left dormant for over 100 years. And now, they need to get paid for their kindness..."

You could out two and two together, you were mental, the 'deal' your ancestor made was real and it was with this man here and his... dog?

"So that's not really a dog?" You pointed to large mass of dark fur that starred at your with red eyes.

The man shook his head, "No, that's my partner-in-crime Jungkook. And I'm Yoongi. Glad to see you've found your common sense, little girl."

"So, um, Yoongi, what do I have to do with this deal? You can't possibly be here for my soul, I didn't make that stupid deal..." You tried to calm down, but it was difficult to say the least. You were starring death and its dog, er, friend in the face. Who could stay calm during that?

Yoongi looked to his friend, nodding subtlety before he adjusted his hair with a heavily jeweled hand. "I hate to tell you this, but a soul is hard to get once its dead, not unless we were there to grab it. But as I said, its been 100 years, and your great great great grandaddy is probably deep within the inferno. Jungkook and I hardly have the time to find him."

"So, you're going to kill me?" The wind outside your apartment's front door howled, a sign of an on coming storm before it happened. You could almost taste the rain in the air.

The room was silent for a moment, giving your thoughts time to catch up to the situation. You've been acting like this were a real situation. As if! Demons aren't real. Neither was magic or curses ir any of that other mumbo-jumbo. To even believe it for a second would make your insane. Maybe you were. Maybe you were in some sort of looney-bin hospital strapped to a white table and screaming like all hell was loose.

Then, the more fake than real, Yoongi spoke up. He cleared his throat, hopping gracefully off of the marble countertop. The slender man approached you, peering into your fearful and confused face before looking to his hound-shaped companion. The hound thing nodded.

"Hate to break it to you sweetheart, but we can't kill you just yet." Yoongi seemed pleased, a hidden emotion swimming in the dark pools of his eyes. "Remember that war I mentioned? Yeah, well it drained us of our power, and now we can't do something as simple as collect a soul."

Crazy, stupid, gullible girl! This isn't real! Stop responding to your hallucinations!!

You shook your thoughts away, saying nothing to Yoongi at all. He was definitely talkitive and would more than likey continue speaking on his own.

".... So, girl, that means that you're coming with us and will stay under our watch until we're strong enough to do such."

And so he proved you right.

"You don't believe me do you? You think your just a normal, everyday psycho broad who dropped her marbles somewhere and can't find them." Yoongi chuckled. "Do you want to know something? If you were dreaming or imagining this, then you wouldn't be able to feel pain or taste things. And I do recall you jamming your toe not too long ago."

Defiantly, you looked up at him, meeting him eye-to-eye in a show of boldness. "That doesn't prove anything. I could've started hallucinating between then and now. God, look at me, I'm giving into this whole brain fiasco and talking to you! And you're not even real!" You laughed, making this possibility of madness grow.

"Oh how amusing! I, the wonderfully boring and dull, Y/n, have finally gone absolutely insane. I see demons and hellhounds! What's next, fairies and unicorns? Will I begin to preach that I have seen God's true fac-" Your babblings were halted by the most violently pleasant burning sensation, accompanied by the feeling of lips against yours. The mouth against your's was soft, gentle even, with not a hint of malicious intent. You gave in, melt into the touch the snaked around your body— your demon has kissed you.

The moment didn't last long, though you wished it had, because suddenly your bottom lip seared with pain and the taste of blood filled your mouth. Those soft lips tugged themselves away, leaving you with a bloody lip.

"You bit me!" You accused, touching your fingertips to your lip. Yoongi licked his lips, an remnants of your blood disappearing. He grinned.

"Better yet, you would've liked that pain if I kept on with that kiss."

"Why would you do that?" Your ears and cheeks burned with embarrassment. He had done that on purpose, to prove some point more than likey. But the fact that you felt it—his lips, the pain—it meant that-

"This is real. I am real. So is, my very annoyed friend over there." He gestured calmly to the hound who was scrunching its face up, a low rumble emitting from its throat. Your eyes darted back to Yoongi, who was still smiling. "So, sweetheart, are you going to give in and come with us willingly or is he going to drag you?"

You added it all up in your head. Demons, hellhounds, broken deals, war, soul stealing, and ownership. This was crazy... but real. Maybe. The mind is tricky. You contemplated locking yourself in the bathroom and waiting for them to leave, but Jungkook would definitely tear the door down and rip you into ribbons. You could go with them too. Its not like you would be leaving much behind. Your poor parents would be so torn up about it if you just went missing out of nowhere.

Yoongi still stood relatively close to you, so you backed up a bit before you spoke. "I'll go with you, but... let me pack a bag and write a note in case anyone comes looking. Alright?"

You were insane, this was insane, but you had no real choices.

Yoongi nodded, satisfied with your response. "Alright, but hurry. We don't have all year."

And with that, you scurried to your bedroom with two pairs of knowing eyes burying themselves into your back. What had you gotten yourself into, Y/n?

[lesbitsch-archive]

“I’d come back to haunt you.” for noah & kasp pls

A simultaneous melody of slurred agreements filled the space between them, the two of them nodding vigorously as they sat crisscrossed on the counter of an empty kitchen that once belonged to someone.

“Yeah–,”

“–Yeah, for su–,”

“– You think?” Noah asked.

“–Definitely.”

“Yeah. Yeah…”

“Yes.”

They’d already had a massive, lengthy discussion about the existence of vampires, and whether or not they would be impacted by the zombie virus. They came to no actual conclusion on that, but they decided they should stay away from any suspected vampires, because they did conclude that there were likely two possibilities: one, they could get the virus and then they’d not only eat your brains but everything else too, and they’d be, like, impossible to kill; two, they were immune, but they’d be probably starving for clean blood and kill Kasper and Noah much faster than a zombie could or would. There were some other good points made, like how shackling up with a vampire for survival sounds like a good idea at first, with immunity and all, but the chance of being its next meal in today’s economy was too high, and if they became vampires themselves, then they’d also be starving, so their first two points were most important, they’d just stay away. They’d finally wrapped up a conversation about werewolves, which were definitely not immune, no doubt. They’d be great to survive with, until one was turned into a zombie… all things downhill from there with a shapeshifting zombie. It would be hard to escape, what with its ability to track them, and worse especially if they were in forestry and they couldn’t see it well.

“What about ghosts?” Noah questioned earnestly, raising a brow and tilting his head forward.

“Oh,” Kasper scoffed, “obviously ghosts are real.”

“Obviously,” Noah agreed, a funny emphasis on his response, nodding his head slowly.

Kasper shrugged, “I thought that before this shit though.”

“That’s because you’re a weirdo,” Noah retorted, bringing the bottle of half drank beer up to his mouth.

Kasper rolled his eyes at Noah, letting that conclude his response. Maybe he was a weirdo. No, he definitely was a weirdo. Did Noah think he was weird? Well, yes, they’d just discussed that, but what he’s wondering about it is if it was a bad weird or a good weird or a weird in between. Did he dislike Kasper? Maybe the only reason he was nice to him and still around was because he didn’t have anyone else to talk to and no other option. He shook his head, not in the mood to get into his head while sitting here with Noah, already overwhelmed due to alcohol and Noah distracting him.

It was strange, his distraction by Noah. He’d never paid attention to people like that before, especially small details for seemingly no reason. He did have a thing about obsessively focusing on things about people that bothered him, like dirty nails, he’d latch his vision on to them and make sure they stayed far away from him. This was different. He just liked to watch him, and didn’t understand the lingering gazes he made sometimes. He was doing it even now, having just watched as Noah brought the bottle up, eyes attentive to his lips closing around the glass. Like, what was that? Could he chock it up to saying it was just the artist in him? His own lips parted when he’d finished taking a drink, Noah’s drunken smile wet with the liquid he’d just consumed.

“If you let me turn into a goddamn zombie, I’d come back to haunt you.” Noah had to try and hold back a drunken laugh through his threat, pointing his finger in Kasper’s face accusatively. “So you better not let it happen, or else.”

“Oh, really?” Kasper laughs, smacking Noah’s hand away from him. “Well, now that I know your plan, if I ‘let’ you become a zombie, I could just let you stay a zombie instead of killing you. Then you can’t.” He furrowed his brows. “Besides, who says you’ll become a ghost? We don’t know how it happens. Not everyone turns into a ghost.” He nodded and looked at Noah triumphantly. “Your threat is meaningless. Full of loopholes.”

Noah glared at him, looking very serious if it weren’t for his expression twitching playfully every few seconds. “Okay,” he huffed, “Well someone would come kill me eventually, and I’d just, like, not follow the light or whatever. So, there. I’ll come back just to drive you into a zombie insane asylum.”

Laughing quietly through his nose, Kasper shook his head. “Alright… We’ll see.”

“Yeah,” Noah said in a cocky tone, “we’ll see.”

“You sound like you want it to happen,” Kasper laughed.

“Well, no, but if it does… –” He shrugged.

“It’d be kind of hard to keep surviving a zombie apocalypse after that,” Kasper mused, resting his back and head against the tiled kitchen wall behind him as he thought aloud. “Not only would I then be without a partner, but I’d also have an annoying ass ghost, which is aforementioned partner, to deal with.”

“Maybe that was the plan all along,” Noah smirked. “If I have to go down I’ll take you with me.” He winked at Kasper, which resulted in Kasper quickly becoming momentarily flustered, his lips pulling into a smile as it passed. “But really, being the geek you are I think you could probably make it. You know, like horror movies, it’s always the unsung heroes to survive. You’re shrimpy but you’re tough and smart.”

Furrowing his brows, Kasper gave him a funny grin. Was it a compliment? Just a statement? He was too tipsy to think about it. He supposed it was true, but it would suck having to go it alone, and he was almost positive it’d be absolutely impossible to find another partner. He wasn’t friendly, he wasn’t sociable, he didn’t like anyone, and finding Noah when he did was a crazy twist of fate. Kasper was still weird and closed off and cold, but Noah stuck it out and even got Kasper to relax a bit, the two of them forming a good little friendship. He didn’t mind being around him, which would sound shitty to most people, but that was the highest ranking someone had ever had from Kasper. Before, the best thing he could give someone was being able to say it wasn’t absolute torture to be around them. Which, by the way, most people were… Torture. To be around.

“Well, I wouldn’t really want to.” Maybe if Noah turned, he’d just shoot Zombie Noah and then himself, instead of having to deal with hordes of zombies all alone. Or even worse? Finding a new partner or group of survivors. Yeah, that’d be way worse than just going it alone. People? Again, torture.

Noah swallowed, his playful expression morphing into a gentle gaze at the blonde. Kasper’s nerves spiked a small amount, already ready to be uncomfortable by the conversation moving away from a joking and casual road. “I thought you preferred to be alone, that you didn’t like people anyway.”

Kasper hesitated, narrowing his eyes at the ceiling. Head still tilted back against the wall, he rolled it to the side and down, pursing his lips and fidgeting with his hands before looking up to the brunette across from him. “I-I do,” he bit his lip, “but I don’t mind so much anymore…” He did. It was only Noah he didn’t mind.

Noah grinned cheekily. “I’ll try not to turn into a zombie then.” He paused, and Kasper raised a brow. “I mean,” he corrected quickly, “you better not let me turn into a goddamn fucking zombie.”

The discomfort Kasper was prepared for was only minor, and it had already passed. Being around Noah was pleasantly, surprisingly easy. He returned Noah’s grin, chuckling quietly. “For you? I’ll do my best.”

“Yeah… That’s what I thought.” He opened another beer and pushed it toward Kasper, noticing his was nearly empty. “…Bitchass.”

“You know it,” he took the bottle with a smirk on his face, the two returning to their usual train of conversation going down a track of stupidity to Dumbassville, “Bastardfuck.”

“Thank you.” Noah batted his eyelashes and opened another for himself. The two made eye contact for a few moments, Noah’s eyes softening shortly before he broke it, chiming in in a very sincere manner, “Okay… but what about mermaids?”

“Oh my god,” Kasper huffed, “Duh!”

[callmetippytumbles]

Thoughts on THOTS: Chapter 14 Peen Parade

So after a lot of encouragement from @lizzybeth1986, @violetflipflops and @feisty-mary, I have decided to gonad up and start posting stand alone reviews instead of bumming off of Lizzy. So here we are.

So this has been quite the week.  So much to discuss. Let’s make like the Black Eye Peas and get it started. Heads up, its a long one.

I feel like PB has been very generous this week.  They are like, “Call us Santa & Co. ‘cuz we outchea giving gifts to all the LI stans” PB: Here you go Liam stans. Liam Stans: Thank you, PB

PB: We see you Drake stans, here is something for you too. Drake Stans: Thank you so very much, PB.

PB: Maxwell stans? Maxwell Stans: Yeah? PB: I don’t know if we have anything for you Maxwell Stans: *faces fall, eyes well up with tears* PB: Sike! We got y'all too. Maxwell Stans: 

SUPERCALLAFRAGALISTICEPIALAHOLYFUCKINGGODTHANKUIVEWAITEDSOSOLONGTHANKU 

Hana Stans: What about us? PB:

I am a Liam stan, but even I feel away about Hana’s treatment these past few chapters. I mean a lot of her diamond scenes are initiated on the idea that she is helping you impress someone else.  I haven’t really tried to romance Hana so I can’t speak to the romance part. We were in Hana’s home country for the last TWO chapters but the diamond chapters with her don’t offer very much about or even center Hana. Hana is from China but the folklore about koi cam from Liam? I could go on but there are people who talk about this WAY better than I do.  I am just saying it’s one thing to make a point to include a diverse, LGBTQ+ character there, its another to do so in a meaningful way.  If Hana is there simply to be an endlessly supportive bestie and a love interest but doesn’t really get the same careful development that the other male love interests get this relegates her to a token.  That’s messed up.

I wouldn’t quite call it the Ultimate Sausage Fest because nobody’s dicks touched.  I would call it a Peen Parade. Lots of dudes and shitty gaudy parade clothing.

Like Home Alone 2, we are lost in New York. Everything about this chapter is like:

No seriously.  So. Many. Questions. I will get back to those. For the sake of being linear I want to address something. That fuckass bitchass assass voicemail that IT left to MAXWELL. I am over here listening like:

I have a phone too Demon.  Why didn’t you ring up MY line directly?  I know why: You’s a bitch. Not that Meredith Brooks “I’m-gonna-reclaim-bitch” bitch or Lizzo’s “I’m-100%-that-bitch” bitch. Nah. I mean bitch as in you are a coward. Also, this is a fuckass task to set up some real fuckery in the coming chapters. Maybe even force a book three.  

I am surprised that the Demon didn’t show up at all. In fact, the Demon has been conveniently absent a lot. Don’t get me wrong, I am not exactly looking to see that dusty heifer befoul my sight.  But the Demon not being around means that IT is up to something. What that something is, I don’t know.  

For instance IT could be also looking for Tariq too.  Tariq could be minding his business at some riddiculously expensive restaurant doing a great job at being not in Cordonia but a shitty job at keeping a low profile. 

He is talking to a waiter like “I would like to go off menu and have a fillet mignon, medium rare but slightly more rare than medium with a Bearnaise sauce…” Before the waiter can tell him that he can’t go off the menu like that, the Demon shows up in a hoodie and Drake’s sunglasses like this:

“How 'bout a side of knife?” IT says and then stabs Tariq in the chest. I mean Connie may not literally be a MurderKing, but that demon being a MurderQueen2B? Would not put it past IT.  

Also can we talk about the ring, why did A Demon use Dean’s engagement ring from RoE? I thought IT would have at least wanted William’s ring from RoE. Then again, the ring is to symbolize a union with a man IT doesn’t give a solitary fuck about what so ever.  If she doesnt care about the man why would she care about the ring?  Personally, I am just going to take it as one of many indications that this was indeed a fuckass errand.

Drake was there, he wants to dress up Liam like a pirate.

Okay, with that out the way.

Well questions.

Drake, I know that you are simple ass dude kind of dude. I can appreciate that.  I just can’t suspend my disbelief that you are really going wedding gift shopping for your best friend who is a monarch at NotIKEA or at a hardware store. What are you thinking? I know this has more to do with PB only having so many backgrounds than Drake actually being this inept. PB either make the background you need or rethink your story.  

Anyway the whole point of the shopping trip is to gift Liam Jess’s compass from RoE and for PB to force Halle to demonstrate terrible taste by putting Drake in those god awful sunglasses.  Drake didn’t protest because he only knows about whiskey, beige food and meat, and whatever his official job is in court.  Issa look. I will get back to these terrible ass clothes later.  Just know I am in my feelings.

This UN dinner is a fraud! How did Halle have to talk to some Italian ambassador in Capri but doesn’t talk to a single dignitary other than the Champagne Mami? How come Halle had to be there, Liam has to be there, Champagne Mami has to be there but the Demon is conveniently missing? 

What about the rest of the female members of the court? 

A UN dinner is the perfect place for a multiligual, ambitious woman like Kiara who would like to work for any of the foreign ministries to network.  I will not under any circumstances believe that Kiara was like “It’s ShondaThursday. I can’t!” Especially in the age of DVR and HULU.  Apparently Kiara was there in passing.  She was the one who recommended the roof to Maxwell.  Knew that Kiara is too smart to pass up this opportunity.  Still sucks not to see her though.

I could believe that Penelope would skip this.  Penelope hates parties like this which is something that she said at the last foreign dignitary party. The Demon isn’t going to be there. Penelope can be like “Well if Madeleine isn’t gonna be there, I am skipping the bullshit too.  If anyone is looking for me I will be hugging up on some dogs at the animal shelter. Deuces." 

I might believe that Olivia may not show up for a few reasons. One, free food and booze is not a motivator for her as it is for the rest of us simpletons. Nothing is as good as anything in Lythikos. Even the air in Lythikos is more airy-er. NY air smells like piss.  Olivia could skip the entirety of NY for that reason alone. Two, since the courting season or whatever Olivia does not give a fuck about participating in royal court.  She’ll be there when she’ll be there. Lastly but also most importantly, Connie done fucked up when he thought to threaten The Duchess of Lythikos. Olivia is a lot of things, but she isn’t the one.  Sure ain’t. Olivia didn’t come to that sad, retirement community center party because she was busy doing this:

Making some calls…

Training…

She is coming for that ass Connie.  She may pull the plug before Halle.  The only thing that could possibly keep Connie from getting his whole ass handed to him by Olivia as opposed to aggressive end stage lung cancer is if Connie tells her the whole truth about her parents.  I could see Olivia at least pausing to get those answers. Then she’ll be like:

Why isn’t Hana there? She is a member of the court and has no reason to miss this.  It’s not like she is scouring New York for practice puss.  I can appreciate that so much of Hana’s life is in flux right now. However I do not see Hana as the type to just let herself be driftless without some kind of anchor even during a time like this.  While she is unsure of what she wants or what’s next I think that Hana would have still come to the UN shindig.  If anything else, Hana knows how to be at an event like this, can benefit from networking, and it could be affirming for Hana. Not in this massive way but in that she knows how to do this. So I call bullshit.

Hana can’t be in attendance but Maxwell can be there to embarass the whole fuck out himself? I know you have home training.  Why are you like this? It’s not the time to literally play with your food. Maxwell really has no sense of time and place whatsoever. This is why Bertrand has to get you together sometimes.

As for the Champagne Mami herself, I really like her. I know that she could be in on the fuckery if not an active participant of whatever that Demon is up to. However, I still really like her and I am going to make her my mom now.  I could see Champagne Mami and Halle just living, enjoying each other’s company. They are cackling in the corner of some stuffy ass party in the UK. Waiter: Would you like some spotted dick? Adelaide: Are the spots something that can be cleared up with antibiotics? Asking for a friend. Halle: Girl, you so bad! Adelaide: No you are. *They cackle together loudly*

So, at any minute PB is just gonna be like:

So the Demon is not even the duchess of its country, just a county. Your inferiority is showing again heifer.  Maybe the Demon takes all of its time wielding the little power IT has in a way that inflicts pain because it reflects how truly powerless IT feels. Hmm.

That tidbit came from the .000003 seconds that Justin dropped by.  He certainly made his time count.  If I have to assemble a team to beat A Demon I am picking Justin and Olivia.  Dassit. Justin is a great strategist that can outsmart the Demon and Olivia is additional brain power + brawn.

I am really happy for Maxwell stans.  Y'all have been waiting, biding your time, and your patience and persistence has paid off. I am hoping that the romance upgrade includes some character development for him. I did not play the scene for romance but Halle and Maxwell do have a real moment where she thanks him for making this experience happen for her. If Maxwell didn’t think that Halle could make Liam happy he would not have been inspired to sponsor her.  His sponsorship made this whole experience possible. So even when he regresses in a way that makes me wonder if he has any untreated brain injuries, this whole experience is thanks to him. I am glad that is acknowledged in writing.

Maxwell stans you are one step closer to making this happen:

I am happy with the Liam diamond scene this week.  He is literally crazy in love with Halle.  I ain’t mad at it.  He gets sweeter and sweeter every time we are alone with him.  He is so sweet I am actually concerned that Halle is going to wake up and Liam has transformed into a Haribo gummy bear.

But Liam also did this:

What are you trying to say? This only tells me that Liam hasn’t actually tasted a Cordonian Ruby straight from the tree recently if not longer. I think Liam’s perpetual boner for Cordonia could be having an adverse affect on his taste buds. Them apples are nasty raw. Just a fact.

I know if Liam and Halle were to literally start fucking in Central Park, Hana stans would rightfully start a riot. With that said, I know that he has that on a list somewhere.

These clothes.  Bruh.  We need to talk. 

Drake’s was the least offensive since it was really the sunglasses that killed it. 

Halle’s dress is kind of matronly.  It reminiscent of what a girl would wear to a cotillion.  Halle is literally waiting to be presented to black high society arm in arm with the son of Dr. and Mrs. Henry Fontaine. And even when Liam got to dress down, Halle had to stay in this awful get up.  So now Halle has to be out here looking like some budget Glinda the good witch holding hands with a dude in joggers. Yuck!

As for Liam’s outfit, I am here for the tight shirt, I am not as bothered by the novelty aspect of it (it might be kind of cute). Liam picked the pants. I now know that Liam has never shopped for his own clothes a day in his life and it should remain that way. Liam has many talents but clothes shopping ain’t one.  Liam is a fucking king and he can live without ever having to learn. He will be just fine.

What really has me feeling a way about these clothes is two things.  One, for all of these cothing options you have to pay diamonds.  You pay your hard earned money to dress poorly.  Spending that money but still coming out like Ugly Betty. On top of that insult, not only did you spend money on this, PB has the whole entire nerve to blame Halle (MC) partially (Liam, Halle made the top) or entirely (Drake’s outfit is all Halle) for these poor satorial choices.  Halle’s character has been assassinated y'all.  Halle has been defamed.

So Bertie is back just in time to tell us that we are going to LA to look for Tariq.  I am not sure what finding Tariq is going to do.  Connie is the one behind all of the bullshit.  Unless the Demon did something to blackmail Connie, I don’t see how this clears the way for Liam and Halle to get married.  Also, I guess your enemies did get bolder Connie.  How effective is your leadership if the Demon can blackmail its way directly to the throne?  Also, what does the Demon have over you that you just can’t diffuse?

So we are going, going, off, off ,to Cali, Cali. At least Liam is letting us use his jet. How much do you want to bet that we are going to end up on a beach so PB can use that beach background?  Maxwell stans are probably going to taste Maxwell’s dick before Drake stans will taste his. That has to sting, but not as much as Hana stans not having a passing mention of Hana in this chapter. Y'all better get your ducats ready. Liam stans may not really see Liam. I am a little sad, but PB is not disrespecting me as intensely and thoroughly so Imma shut up and let it stand.

I still want a panda for my royal wedding. I would also like to kick that demon into a pit 300 style.

Also wrapping up my first fan fic.  I hope to have it out in the next couple of days. “Why am I saying that here?” asked nobody.  I need peer pressure to make me stop being so nervous and get it done.

[txnsiled]

Convention Dillemas

Today I went to my second convention in Sydney, and let's say that I had I pretty good time. Well I think I did— maybe I thought that I was supposed to be having a good time.

If anything it just seemed so rushed. And I keep thinking of how much of a nuisance I am to people and how annoying I am. I really have to tone things back a fuck ton, but I always always forget to and I end up saying things impulsively— not that what I say is bad, sometimes what I say is just annoying, not to mention that I talk too much...

I'm just so fucking loud and Ihateitsomuch, but I feel like that's the only way for people to remember me. But I want to be subtle in the things I do and be loud when it comes to small actions, not a fucking buffoon who should just mffff yeet off a cliff.

Look I'm not saying the convention was bad, like I suppose it was fun but again I didn't feel anything at all... I knew I was meant to be having fun but literally I didn't feel anything so I just acted like I was having fun until I believed it.

So basically lying to myself— but not really... Maybe just trucking myself to spark the blazing trail of feeling eMOTION

But no it's fucking weird, it's like my voice reacts to certain situations though despite my lack of feeling and ability to not have free forming thoughts that aren't practical. Because when I was with my boyfriend sam I was really soft with him when it came to helping him buying stuff, but at the next minute I was loud and voicing every thought that came to my head just to keep conversation flowing.

Enough of that though.

The main thing though is that I kinda made a discovery? Okay so I knew before hand that I was basically going to forget the whole convention as soon as I left and I was right. But for hours and hours I was living in the moment and I didn't think about how numb my mind was being, I literally forgot that I forget and it was the most peaceful I've been within myself for so long. It wasn't until my bitchass brain came along and deCided to remind me and then I just went into a cavern of dread.

I have vague memories of the con, but nothing is really crystal clear unless I think about it really hard— that sucks.