#single in a 'he is single' sence

[erospourfemme]

i really need to stop hating men sometimes soon bc i genuinely want to get married and live a heteronormative lifestyle like thats such a dream for me tbh. like if i could clone myself and have my clone change sexes i'd genuinely be the happiest person alive. i wish i could reproduce by binary fission. finding a man i like all too difficult i really have not met a single man i dont find utterly disgusting in the past four years

[pomefioredove]

could you perchance do a part two to the yuu getting sold to the highest bidder? like how would that characters treat them if they actually get them? sorry if this doesnt make sence!! but thank uu!! ^_^

more than happy to! <3 I'm writing this as a follow up/pt. 2 to this post but if you'd like something different don't be shy! I love getting requests

parts 1 | 2 | 3 | kalim | bad ending

summary: joining their dorms + wearing the uniforms (for some). a proper ending to this type of post: short fics characters: trey, cater, leona, rook, idia, lilia, malleus additional info: yuu is gender neutral, rook is weird, both fem and masc french words are used during rook's part but reader is still gn, I need to replay book 2 to get leona's voice down, Idia being fun to write, maybe a little ooc

If you thought it was bad before, the news that Malleus intended to marry you made everything about twenty times more chaotic. Bids were upped to insurmountable sums, rumors were spread like the plague, fights were raging through campus as the deadline to donate approached. Even Crowley was starting to feel a little antsy, despite all of the brand new amenities he had already ordered for his office.

Finally, the day came. The announcement was held in the courtyard, where just about any student who had stakes in the matter had shirked whatever after-school responsibilities they had to gather. The prefect themselves was nowhere to be found, though only few noticed their absence.

"Maybe it'll be nice," you say to your direbeast companion, the both of you tucked away in a dark corner at Ramshackle.

"It'll definitely beat living in this dump. You think they got good food in Diasomnia?" Grim murmurs.

You grimace. "Uh... sure. I can't imagine they wouldn't, right?"

Crowley clears his throat, pulling a thin, delicate envelope out of his coat pocket while the crowd eagerly watches on. He takes his sweet time opening it, much to everyone's utter dismay, and when he finally withdraws the contents the entire courtyard falls quiet enough to hear a pin drop.

"And our winner is..."

Trey and Cater's Ending

"Cater Diamond and Trey Clover!"

Everyone stops dead and turns to the back of the crowd. There's a certain sense of unity that, for a brief moment, everyone can feel in the form of a single thought: Them, of all people?

Cater, ever the people-person, can already tell what's on everyone's minds. "What can I say? I run a mean social media campaign. I had some sick infographics,"

Trey can only smile and shrug at the growing disdain coming from the other students, most of which from his own housewarden, who is s currently turning a lovely shade of crimson.

"...Right. Well, the prefect will be ready for you shortly," Crowley says, folding the envelope and setting it back in his pocket. "I trust your housewarden will help you sort out the details."

Riddle looks more like he's about to start throttling them.

"Nah, it's cool. We got this," Cater smiles, though he's only half paying attention as he posts an update to Magicam. "The prefect is in great hands. Right, guys?"

Ace and Deuce shrug. Not the best outcome, not the worst, and either way it's still their friend coming to stay with them. Riddle is gritting his teeth so hard you could practically hear them grinding from Ramshackle.

"Was anyone going to tell me you two had pitched in, as well? Or was it a surprise?"

Trey smiles, almost nervously. "Well-"

"We were only giving the dorm a better chance. It's basic statistics- more Heartslabyul names in the hat, more of a chance one of us will be drawn, y'know?" Cater beams. "No disrespect, of course."

"None whatsoever," Riddle hisses back.

---

"And you're sure he's not really mad?" you ask, trailing behind the two third years.

It had been almost an hour since you'd updated your Magicam feed and read the announcement firsthand, but the shock is still wearing off.

Cater scoffs. "Whaaaat? No, he's totally cool about it,"

"Well. Now he is, anyway," Trey murmurs back. "But he certainly won't kick you out. As long as you're in the dorm uniform, you're one of us. He's just upset we went behind his back."

"...Understandable,"

Cater holds the door open for you, letting you inside to see a precariously placed mannequin with a dorm uniform in your size already on it. You hate to admit it, but it's lovely.

"Riddle had one ready. You know, just in case," Trey says, gesturing you forward. "And don't worry, we'll all be taking it easy on you while you adjust."

You run your fingers down the durable fabric. "Hm. Thanks,"

"You should get changed, I need a post to commemorate the moment," Cater says, beaming. "And I kindaaaa want to rub it in for everyone else who lost out on the best giveaway ever."

Leona's Ending

"Leona Kingscholar! Please... be responsible. Ruggie, I hope you'll keep an eye out for the prefect,"

Ruggie rolls his eyes but doesn't say anything. Leona, who had been absent-mindedly picking his teeth before the big announcement, flashes a big smirk to the audience while swaggering to the front of it.

"Well, well. Look who's come in first place, after all. What, didn't think I'd bother to try?"

Vil grimaces, crossing his arms. "Is there a point to this?"

"Obviously. I'm showing off," he rolls his eyes. "I guess I'll be seeing the rest of you lot around my territory a lot more, then?"

He snickers and then disappears back inside the building. Ruggie can only shrug at the disgruntled crowd before tailing after him.

---

"Well, that felt nice," Leona sighs, stretching out on one of the lounge chairs. "Pity that I couldn't see the lizard's reaction, but I'm sure we'll get to that eventually."

You're sitting at the table across from him, playing cards with a very invested Ruggie. You raise an eyebrow. "Who?"

"Malleus," Ruggie mutters, shuffling his cards around in his hand.

"It's never a party without him, right? He was probably off cowering somewhere with his tail behind his legs," Leona chuckles, picking his teeth again. "But everyone else's faces just about made up for it."

"Whatever," Ruggie grumbles. "I'm all in."

Though you're not exactly invested in the game anymore. You set down your cards, much to Ruggie's dismay, and stand over Leona with your hands on your hips.

"I hope you know that I won't be one of your errand runners for you. I've done enough of that with Crowley,"

He pauses, sharp eyes scanning you over. "You certainly know how to rain on someone's parade,"

"This is not a parade. This is my sanity we're talking about,"

"Tch. And what're you gonna do? Run away?" Leona rolls his eyes. "Hide in the jungle? Maybe you can take Ruggie with you and make it a party!"

"Hey, leave me out of this," the aforementioned says, shuffling the deck.

You stand your ground, though you don't know what else to say. Eventually, Leona sighs.

"Fine. I won't make you do anything you don't want to if you're just going to whine about it,"

He pauses, and a small smirk crosses his face. "But you'll at least have to wear the uniform. I need the satisfaction of seeing the look on everyone else's faces."

You smile triumphantly, and sit back down across from Ruggie for another round while Leona watches on, pretending not to care about the game.

It could be better, but it could also be worse.

Plus, something about that smile of his let on more than just a little self-satisfaction.

This could definitely be interesting...

Rook's Ending

"...Ah. Rook Hunt!" Crowley says, folding the paper back in his pocket and leaning down to whisper to Azul in the front row. "Tell the prefect I said good luck."

At the heart of the crowd, Vil turns to Rook, hands on his hips. "Rook..."

"Ah, magnifique! How happy I am, my heart could weep for joy!" he says, completely ignoring whatever disappointed comment Vil was about to unleash. "I must run to my prize at once, there's not a moment to lose!"

Vil grimaces as Rook bounds off into the school, moving so swiftly that he cuts through the crowd of confused (and mildly concerned) students like an arrow.

As always, Rook is genuine with his words- he truly feels as if his own heart is about to leap out of his chest and race him towards Ramshackle.

What a chance, what an opportunity! Not only to be close to someone he has his own private fan club for, but to truly, finally possess beauty in physical form. He would display you on a shelf if it were feasible.

The idea so overwhelms him with joy that you barely had time to ask what was going on before you suddenly found yourself sitting beside him in the Pomefiore lounge as he smooths out the crinkles in your new uniform.

He murmurs under his breath, kneeling before you while inspecting the uniform. "Magnifique, joli, belle, quelle beauté, une rose parfaite..."

...Leaving you in a torn state of embarrassment and shyness. You look across the room to Vil for help, and he rolls his eyes.

"I coulda get used 'ta this!" Grim shouts, lounging on a nearby silk pillow with a mouthfull of pâté. Two freshman are tediously brushing his fur with the nicest set of combs you've ever seen.

"Comfortable?" You ask, only a little sarcastic.

"Uh-huh! Ya know, when I found out the winner was Rook, of all people, I was a little worried. But this is way nicer than collecting dust in Ramshackle!"

You couldn't have said it better yourself.

Rook smiles. "Tsk, tsk. I would never let anyone harm a single hair on your precious head,"

The question is directed to Grim, but he looks straight at you when he says it. "Like a delicate porcelain doll, I will handle you with the utmost care,"

You're not exactly sure what you had been envisioning- maybe he'd release you on a remote island and hunt you for sport?- but this had far exceeded any of your expectations.

Though his gaze is as unsettling as ever, and any hopes of personal space are gone out the ornate glass windows, his usual guarded demeanor had softened just the tiniest bit.

It was unnerving. But nice, in a way.

"Mon trickster, this is just the beginning for us. We have many shining days ahead, and I plan on spending every beautiful breath of them with you. Do you hunt?"

"Oh, sevens," Vil murmurs.

Unfortunately for Vil, Rook's smile is contagious and you can't help encouraging him. Just this once. "Not usually, no,"

"A merveilleuse opportunity! I will teach you all I have learned, then. Ah, this reminds me of a poem I wrote for this exact occasion!"

He may or may not be watching you sleep tonight. Hopefully you're the kind of person who can live with that.

Idia's Ending

LOL. Normies.

Look at them, crowding around like a bunch of sheep. As if anyone has a real chance. SMH.

I knew it was pointless to begin with, but getting into Crowley's banking account and seeing the bids... now I feel lame for even trying at all.

That money could've gone to some new parts. I've been itching to build another PC...

The door flies open, slamming against the wall behind it so loudly that even if Idia wasn't completely absorbed in watching the announcement on his biggest monitor, he would've jumped anyway.

He whirls around in his chair, wide-eyed and shaking like a prey animal, expecting to see some high level boss or classic horror game antag waiting for him.

Instead, it's Ortho. "Idy! You'll never believe-"

"Geez, Ortho, you nearly killed me. And I don't have any extra lives this time," Idia says, spinning back around to face his screen. "Something wrong?"

"Actually, I have some really great news! Wanna guess what it is?"

Idia grumbles, powering off his computer. "Nah, not in the mood,"

Ortho's brow furrows as he catches a fleeting glimpse of the camera feed playing over his brother's screen before it flickers to black. "You've been watching the announcement on the courtyard cam footage?"

"No! I mean- well, I was just curious," Idia says. "I watched for like two minutes. Who even cares about this thing, anyway?"

"Well-"

"I mean, it was a game over from the start. Taking on the highest level bosses at our school with my measly stats? Forget it,"

"But Idia-"

"Who even cares where the prefect ends up, anyway? I doubt they'd wanna be trapped in a basement like this for all eternity,"

"Idia!" Ortho shouts, loud enough to shake his brother from his ensuing pity party. Idia can only stare as he moves to the side, revealing a rather surprised looking you, dressed in the dorm uniform, behind him.

"Idia, you won!"

And then he dies.

That's what he thinks, anyway. Really, Idia goes into a state of complete shock and blacks out so hard that, for a moment, the blinding light shining through his eyelids feels like the light at the end of the tunnel.

"Is he okay?" you ask, tentatively watching as Ortho clicks off the small light he'd been shining in his brother's eyes.

"He's displaying symptoms of a panic attack. Don't worry, he gets them quite frequently,"

A distant groaning pulls the both of you back into the present moment and you watch Idia slowly rise.

"His heart rate has steadied to 70 BPM," Ortho says. You raise an eyebrow. "That's normal. Idia, can you hear us?"

He takes a long moment to respond.

"This isn't real. I'm sleep-deprived from my last speed run and now I'm hallucinating. There's no way,"

You look between the two brothers. This hasn't exactly gotten off to a stellar start.

"Your vitals are normal, although you're lacking Vitamin C. Might I suggest having a fruit cup while we talk?" Ortho asks. Idia shakes his head. "Yuu? Snack?"

"I could go for something,"

Ortho hovers out of the room, leaving the two of you alone. You're too nervous (or is he too nervous?) to ask to sit, so you stand over him while he practically rocks back and forth. His face is so red and hot with embarrassment you could cook an egg on it.

"Um..."

He mumbles back. "Just pretend I'm not here. IK you probably wanted one of those epic SSR students to pull you, I don't blame you for being disappointed,"

He talks so fast and quiet it's hard to make out what he's saying... but you get the gist of it.

"Hey, don't put words in my mouth. This is a hell of a lot better than it could have been,"

He seems to genuinely consider your words for a moment before you're interrupted by Ortho coming back with snacks.

Idia is back on high alert the second he's returned. "This doesn't make sense. I got into Crowley's online bank info and saw all the bids, I wasn't even close to the top five. How?"

"Oh, easy!" Ortho chirps. "I simply rewired funds from Crowley's bank account to up your offer!"

"You... took money out of his account and sent it back to him?"

"Clever," you murmur.

Idia grumbles. "I guess that's not technically stealing... fine. But why? I thought I told you not to bother!"

"My user intel indicates that the prefect is very popular amongst the student body. Their top three descriptors are helpful, kind, and friendly! I thought you two might be able to practice your social skills together... Perhaps you could show them around the dorm as a starting point?"

You turn around to look at Idia, who's sheet-white. Nonetheless... he sighs and stands, muttering a quick "Let's get this over with,"

You watch, as still as stone, as he stops in the doorway and turns to look at you from over his shoulder, his face and hair a pleasant shade of pink.

"Well? Are you coming?"

Lilia's Ending

"And our winner... is... hm. I don't even remember seeing this one in the pile," Crowley grumbles, scratching his head under his hat. "Um, Lilia Vanrouge!"

Silver is the first to look at him. "Fa-Lilia, I thought we talked about this,"

Lilia, currently hovering in the shade of one of the courtyard's signature apple trees, simply shrugs. As if it were the most normal thing in the world.

"Oh, we did. I really thought about what you said, about the prefect's freedom, and I decided that you're right! But how could I guarantee their safety from everyone else?"

Silver groans (which turns into a yawn) and Lilia puts on his best cute look as everyone else in the audience turns to him.

Crowley clears his throat. "The prefect will be ready for your-"

"Oh, no need! Thank you, though," he says, and then disappears into the building.

---

You've been distracting yourself by counting cobwebs for far too long, as evident by your headache and the taste of dust on your tongue.

You turn to look at Grim. "Should be over by now. I'm surprised I haven't heard anything yet,"

"Surprised, you say?"

No matter how many times he does that, you're never quite prepared.

You jump, nearly hitting your head against the table you'd been taking refuge under. Grim yowls, clawing into your sleeve (and just barely missing the tender flesh on your arm, thank goodness), and you both stare at the fae ahead of you.

Lilia is sitting on the table, hanging his head upside down and staring right at you. Grim mumbles.

"Don't even tell me. I'm out!"

Lilia waves him goodbye as he makes a swift exit, and then turns back to you.

"I have a secret. Wanna guess?"

You're a little curious (aren't you always when it comes to him?) but that isn't enough to overpower your rising dread.

"No,"

"Aw. Really? I'm sure you'll like it,"

"Definitely not, then,"

He slinks off the table and lies on the floor, cupping his face in his palms and kicking his legs back and forth.

It would be amusing if you weren't so sure of what he's about to say.

"Well, despite your best efforts, I'm not surprised at all. But Malleus couldn't even come here to get me himself?" you sigh.

Lilia tilts his head to the side. "Now, why would he do that?"

There's something written within the margins of his tone that makes your eyes lower at him. Something he's keeping from you.

"...Well... he did win, didn't he?"

"Oh, my. You were hoping for Malleus to win? Now I'm sure we both feel silly,"

You raise an eyebrow. "Hoping is... a strong word. But I was expecting it, yes. So he didn't win?"

"No, dear, Malleus is not the winner,"

"Then... who is?"

Lilia gives you a sweet, self-satisfied grin, his fangs glinting. "You're looking at him,"

Ah.

If there's one thing Lilia Vanrouge is good at, it's surprising you. No matter how stoic you act, no matter how clever you are, he always manages to catch you off guard.

This might take the cake, though.

"I didn't even know-"

"No. Initially, I wasn't going to. But Silver and I... we had a long talk about valuing your freedom and independence, and thus I so valiantly threw myself into the flames to save you from becoming someone's slave," he pauses to smile. "Chivalrous, yes?"

"...Charming," you mutter. "But what was that thing about-"

"Oh, yes. Don't worry, you'll be treated as any other student at Diasomnia. In fact, I'm sure we already have some uniforms in your size!"

"This is... quite the turn of events,"

"Ah, isn't it? I haven't felt this elated in... well... a long time," he grins. "Come along, now. I plan on treating you to a hearty welcome dinner!"

You can only grimace at that.

Malleus' Ending

During all of the confusion, the fighting, the rumors that shook the school, no one, again, had remembered to invite Malleus Draconia to the announcement.

Not that it mattered. Not this time.

One knock at Ramshackle's creaky door and you were suddenly in the depths of the forest around the school, admiring a crumbled stone structure.

"What was it?" you ask, turning to your walking companion.

Malleus smiles slightly. "I believe it was a wall. Fascinating, no? Since you have inhabited Ramshackle, I come here when I want to be alone,"

Ah, right. You'd almost forgotten that you'd made a home out of his ruins of preference.

Ramshackle was in a much better state than this, though. At least you had four walls and a roof over your head.

"Are you alone a lot these days?" you ask, rather absent-mindedly for such a heavy topic.

You're well aware of the answer already. No, of course not. Malleus is constantly surrounded, whether that be his friends, personal guard, mentors...

"Yes,"

Oh.

"I'm... sorry to hear that," it's all you can think to say.

Fae don't seem to know the conventions of human small talk. Or maybe that's just him. Not that you mind. "What about Silver, and Sebek, and Lilia...?"

"Fine companions," he crosses his arms. "I owe them a debt of gratitude. But being physically surrounded does not amount to closeness."

Oddly profound.

You can't help but relate, thinking back to everyone you know. Even with good intentions, they're still out there, bartering over your life.

"I'm glad you came and got me," you say, breaking the tense silence. "I was afraid you'd gone to that... announcement thing."

He raises an eyebrow. "The what?"

"...Never mind. I guess my point was that I've been feeling a little lonely lately, myself,"

Malleus is quiet for a moment, staring directly ahead at the mess of stones and moss that once made up a sturdy wall. Now crumbled, scattered across the ground.

And the, he smiles.

"Well, there is a solution to this trouble of ours. But I'd need your consent,"

What exactly is he getting at? You raise an eyebrow. "Go on,"

"I've been so preoccupied with the formalities that I haven't had the chance to ask you properly, yet. Lilia suggested I might have more success this way,"

He pauses, and then smiles. "I would like us to marry. Does this agree with you?"

You thought you might be stunned. Speechless, even. But the answer comes so naturally.

"Yes, it does,"

[stormbound58]

JWCT Season 2 is gonna be an Emotional Breakdown

The Season 2 Trailer 2 Is HERE!!!!!!

Here are my Comments on some of the scenes while Watching the new trailer:

Right off the start with Brooklynn on how she lost her arm, and it ain't good old Allo. It's probably one of the Atroci-es.

This Ominous Dino Cultist is deffinetly gonna trow lot'a dinos at the Nublar 6.

Kenji "trying" making dino sounds while Yaz slowly shaking her head and looking so done of Kenji's stupidity. 🤣🤣🤣

Oh so beautiful bastard, I'mm gonna say. The Sucho is really appealing to me now.

New Character??? Maybe it's Ben Gi-

Now the teaser makes sence now. A Sucho Chase, lured to a Stego herd, Sucho VS Stego Fight ensures!!

Kenji is LOSING HIS SHIT NOW!!! He just went through all emotions in what? A single Week? 5 days? This ain't going to end well.

Red??? And Maybe Brooklynn's gonna change sides?? I know for sure is that the Handler would be here.

/\ These Two scenes are deffinetly connected. \/

"I'm not the same Brooklynn you knew.."

Its just this One-Liner and its already so cold. I always predict Brooklynn's Reveal to the N5 is Brooklynn had a gun on one of the N5's head.

Overall, the Trailer is awsome and exited for October 17th to come!!! I'm gonna stamp out some slots on my bingo card.

[kai-anderson-whore]

The evans (what they're like drunk)

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Tate Langdon:

okay so I feel like tate would be so fun to get drunk with

•until he thinks of something sad then your his shoulder to cry on

•you'll probably end up crying too

•but besides that he'll play nirvana on repeat and will make you dance with him to about a girl

•you will definitely make out at Somepoint during the night

•that's the type of friendship you both have

Kit Walker:

•now kit is a pretty relaxed when he drinks which in my mind is probably like a few beers at night once the kids are asleep

•I'd imagine him with a record on probably elvis or sinatra sitting on his chair with you in one arm a cold beer in the other

•he'd be more loving when he has a drink or two in him placing kisses on your shoulders telling you sweet nothings

•just blissful

Kyle spencer post- death:

•now as we all know Kyle is a frat boy so he'd be a mess if he's completely hammered

•but he's the responsible one so that doesn't happen often

•he'd make sure your safe and that his frat brothers don't do stupid things

•but if he get so drunk he'd be like "y/n do you know how much I love your cute face" with smoochy lips 😘😘

Jimmy darling:

•we've seen it in the show he has his moment when he's drinking

•like tate one minute he can be happy singing songs that pop into his head without a care In the would to being all sad or angry if its missing his mother or just something stupid that pissed him off

•his hands will be all over you without a doubt he's a horny drunk

•you would tell him no if you are sober but if you drank with him then your going at it all night let's just say

James patrick march:

•Now as we all know james likes his whisky and absinthe and being dead he could literally drink anyone under the table

•he doesn't get wasted probably thinks it's distasteful but he did a few times before and let's just say he's a helpless romantic even drunk

•would literally shower you with live and affection and if you don't let him he's a whiny bitch

•"darling What's the matter please hug me" "James you reek of booze" "this is an outrage"

Rory monaghan:



•Rory will bombard all his social media platforms with videos of a night out like he would post every detail of the night

•instantly regrets it in the morning when he's hungover

•will definitely do weird dad dances and would want you to join him so he's not alone

•I feel like he's the type of drunk that would need to be on one of those backpacks kids have so they don't run away because the second your eyes leave him he's off and it will take ages to find him

•he would be one of those drunks that ask so many weird questions no one knows the answer to like "how are humans actually put on this earth it doesn't make sence"

(Kai Anderson)



•Now kai would stop drinking because he needs to stay sharp for the cult but if he's having a very bad day he would drink his problems away or fuck his stress out of you

•he's an angry drunk for sure would constantly snap at anyone in sight and throw glasses in the room

•if your there you could possibly calm bim down sometimes it's a no go but you try your best

•would definitely try and get into your panties but you say no because well he's drunk but kai is consistent and will not take no for a answer

(Jeff pfister)



•Jeff wouldn't drink since he's always off his tits with the coke but he might mix them both on occasion

•he would blackout not remember a single thing at all

•probably would make out with mutt since he's completely wasted

•would wake up the next morning with mutt not remembering a thing which freaks him out because he could had probably committed a crime and he wouldn't know but you were there the next morning with a photo gallery full of videos from the night before

(Austin sommers)



•Now we all know austin likes his alcohol but he also likes to still be fully aware of what's going on around him

•but once in a blue moon he would get hammered which he would never be away from karaoke singing all the cheesy hits like cotton eye Joe or barbie girl

•once your both home he would ask you to pamper him with face masks and what not, so you both lay on the bed with a face mask on some more whisky laughing and joking (I think this could be a fic?)

[bigball-thefrog]

hi!! do you think you could write something where the reader has similar powers to Kyoshi from Avatar and like Zoro or any other character sees them use their power for the first time since they don’t really like to fight. Thank you!!

Hello!!!! Sorry it's been so long, I've just finished exams and am now on holiday for the next three weeks so I could only finish your request now. I hope it's close to what you wanted that you enjoy it

Warnings/Tags:

None just fluff

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Narrator POV

Shit shit SHIT!! Was all Zoro thought as he ran in every single direction as he tried to find you. It was like any other fight they had whenever they went to these islands but this time you got separated and were alone with particularly strong enemy. Usually Zoro would trust his Nakama to be able to fight and defend themselves but you? Zoro saw you as this pacifist that wouldn't and couldn't fight and just waved a bunch of fans around for a distraction, so you going against an enemy twice your size worried himself.

He eventually found you near a cliff which worried him even more. He heard you had some kind of power so that must've meant you had a devilfruit, and if you have a devilfruit and you're near the ocean then that's not good. He ran towards you even faster, drawing his swords so he can protect you. But then he stopped, the guy trying to attack you was.. Stuck? He had his feet embedded in the ground and couldn't get them out, how the hell did he do that? And all you were doing was just standing there with your fans in your hands, what on earth were you doing?? But then, you took a step back, breathed in, embedded your own feet into the ground like it was sand then raised your hands and opened the fans. You then threw your hands down and aimed your fans at the ground in front of you. There was a small gust of wind but nothing else what on earth was that supposed to do??? But then the ground started to shake and Zoro fell down.

Zoro looked back at you confused and saw that where you aimed your fans was now cracking and breaking apart. The enemy you were fighting was also on the ground, but you? You were standing still like it was nothing. You once again raised your fans then swung them and pointed them right at the enemies face another gust of wind blew and hit the enemies face and suddenly the cracked piece of land started to fall and the enemy was sent into the ocean with an entire piece of land as well. The ground stopped shaking and you lowered your hands and sighed. You took your feet out of the ground and turned to walk away, when you saw Zoro you perked up a little. "Oh, Zoro! When did you get here?" you asked and tilted your head curiously. Zoro had an expression of shock and was still on the ground looking at the piece of island you just broke off like it was nothing. "What. The fuck. Was that?!!" Zoro asked as he looked back at you. You just chuckled and smiled, "That's my power. Haven't you seen it before?" "No I have not! I thought you hated fighting!" "Oh I do hate fighting but I know sometimes it's necessary for mine and my friends protection." "Wait so does everyone know about this?" "Yes" "Then how the hell did I not know?!" "Now that I think about it, you're always either lost or asleep whenever I actually use my power..." Zoro went beet red when you pointed that out, of he misses out on that stuff thanks to his sence of direction and when he's asleep.

"At least I know you're safe when we get into fights... You've been making me worry about you..." Zoro mumbled as he scratched his neck. Your face went smug and he looked at you confused, "What's with that face?" "I never knew you felt that way Zoro. I've never heard you say something so soft and sweet~" You teased. Zoro went beet red and frowned, "I was only saying I was worried because I didn't want you to be an liability to the crew! It's not sweet and I'm just happy you're not just a little pussy like I thought you were!" Zoro retorted to your teasing. "Yeah yeah... Don't worry, I won't tell the rest of the crew about how much you secretly care about me~" You teased again. Zoro went redder and looked like he was about to shout again so you bent down and held out your hand, "Come on, let's get back to everyone else to see if they need any help" Zoro calmed down and took your hand to get up. Once up he sighed and nodded, "Right, let's go see if anyone needs help." Zoro went of in the wrong direction so you just laughed to yourself and grabbed the back of his shirt, "This way big boy." Zoro went beet red again and just let you drag him back to the others.

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Something short again this time but I will post again soon and I've got an idea for an Usopp oneshot next that I hope you will all enjoy.

Kelly🐸

[goofycattycat]

Dos-kun strong understanding of me made me feel an uncomfortable sence of vulnerability. Therefore, in order to cope with that, I decided to give it all of myslef to understand him as well. To view it as a game. But as time passed I grew more and more flustrated, how much I failed at understanding his antics. I tried to convince myself its because hes too intelligent, too mysterious. But the truth is, I feared to understand him. I feared hes not the way I want him to be, because that could manage how I view him understanding me. Its quite silly, really, since Im pretty convinced that no matter who he actually was, he would still be the one to make me feel alive, to bring me this precious connection of peace. The connection I desired so much. I had to kill Dos-kun, my best, only true friend; I couldnt allow a person in my life to understand me while I didnt get a single thing about them. ɴɪᴋᴏʟᴀɪ ɢᴏɢɢᴏʟ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ꜰʏᴏᴅᴏʀ ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ʜɪꜱ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ, ɪɴ ᴍʏ ᴇʏᴇꜱ.

[icemftmm]

MISTERY UNCOVERED!!!

This is the answer to the big question "WHY did Evan Rachel Wood want so badly to be an FBI agent?"

BECAUSE SHE DIDN'T WANT TO MISS HER CALLING LIKE BRIAN DID!!!

Seriously though, he didn't ever made one joke that she didn't take out of the context and used it against him.

And actually, he didn't ever made one joke that she understood was a joke. Soooo deprived of any sence of humor. How did she get so far in life without a single shred of humor in her body? This is just SAD. Her life must be HELL. But this is not HIS fault.

[mangoposts]

OMG I DIDNT EVEN THINK ABOUT MATT HAVING A SOLO POD THAT MAKES SO MUCH SENCE

kid kept metioning it in the pod omg ur so smart

also i just wanna say i really want chriss to do more with fresh love like dont get me wronge his stuff is cute but it has gotten so basic like i miss his first drop bc i felt like his shit was super creative and like personalized but it was also super cute and like not tacky yk? like the dear hoody and the one with the forset looking stuff like that was so cute i 100% would have bought it if i wasnt broke but now that i can im not bc its not the kinds of cloths worth $80 (im canadian so its more expencive) like i still think they are cute but i could get almost the same thing from a thrift store yk?

also ik this is super far freched but imagen if nick collabed with like a beauty braand and came out with like a nail polish set or like a hair dye set like that is so somthing he would do

-🍁

Bro Nick partnering with a hair dye brand don’t even start i’d go blonde just to use his products bye

Fresh love is so killer bro i literally own every single article of clothing have stood up and refreshed that page every single time a new drop took place like nobody gets it i LOVE Chris’ brand trust if i find some shit ugly i wont buy if idgaf who’s merch it is but Chris just got it like ion know. I love his brand i just want more drops and more deers in the future

[incorrectstevesagaquotes]

So I've been doing some thinking I have not watched a single episode of SL but I've seen clips and my sister keeps me up-to-date (within reason) so from what I understand... when orange Steve turned into A crystal he inherented colle's fear of heights from being merged with him. But he was also merged with seer so I think that the reason Orange Steve was so easily willing to go on Void Steve's side because he felt connected to him because he once felt Void/Seer's emotions? Like 'understood' him in that sence? This is just a thought I had Mabye when you merge with another Steve it alters your personality a little that's what happened to Light and Dark steve so I must have a point.

That's an interesting theory! It makes me sad to think that Orange Steve was doomed from the start because of the crystal's influence on his personality.

Thank you for sharing!

[avaelangel]

Buncha thoughts about Alan Wake II.

This world always blooms in my head quietly, so it's time to think about it again. Also, mostly thoughts about theories and just thoughts.

Barbara Jagger. I've seen comparisons between Thomas and Alan, but that bring me to think about Barbaba and Alice. Alan is writer, who loves his wife, who loves him, but who is also a photographer, a different kind of Artist. She has a phobia of darkness, but also had so much strength within her to clearly hold her marriage higher in times when it wanted to fall. She has an origin and story progression. She ends up in the Dark Place too, but on her own terms. Barbara is mostly described in two opposite ways: ''she was the Miss Deerfest 3 times in the row; kind and pretty'' and ''old, scratching hag, a witch''. She goes into the water, being an expert swimmer and doesn't come out the same. Is her soul and personality forever lost to the ocean? If she went at Tom The Fillmaker's whim, did she forsake her everything she ever was for him? She's a Muse, she's a Face of Darkness, she's the Writer's Widow. Always somebody's tool.

It opens a question about Tom. Tom The Filmmaker is suspicious, obviosly. He points out how similar he is to Alan, points to the ring he wears on his neck. But he wasn't married, right? It obviously could be the promise ring or something, Barbara died before they could get married. That theory about smooth and suave Scratch from American Nightmare being Tom The Filmmaker makes sence, I guess. There's more Toms, Tom The Diver (character that Alan wrote), Tom The Poet (who Thomas Seine played in his movie) and an actual poet. I think so. Maybe I just want to see movie Barbara making Tom The Filmmaker shake in his leather boots.

Warlin Door. He is Saga's dad and Logan's grandfather, his stakes in the story end up being pretty clear. But how did he get there? Odin drove him away, okay. My very romantisized theory is that Door was one of the entities drawn in by Anderson snehanigans in the seventies. But instead of being of the darknes, he fell in love with Freya, wanted to be human. More logical theory, Warlin Door, even with that weird as hell name, was a man, but an arrogant one, maybe with illusions of grandour. Not trustworthy. Budded heads with Odin, there's many reasons why could that be. So Odin tried to protect his only kid, leaving her a single mother. Gave his failed son-in-law to the lake or asked it to take him, forever losing Freya right after.

[thetawnyowltxmblr]

Presenting…

Tintin: Flames in Versailles

Prologue

January 16th, 1938, London.

Another chilly morning, new year having just passed. I’m looking forward to all the new stories I get to uncover this year. I've always had an appreciation for mystery and a keen eye for detail, so you can bet your ass I’m brilliant at discovering what lies beneath the surface when it comes to an unsolved case.

I begrudgingly left the comfort of my bed and got myself dressed, I was about to be late for work. I’m an investigative reporter for a newspaper called ‘The Daily Anchor’, a small newspaper but it’s kept me employed for the past five years, and it’s been a joy since I can have the adventure and excitement I’ve already strived to have. It may not be as popular as the larger newspapers but I can’t complain, they pay me well.

I walked into the kitchen to find my wife, Lucille pouring coffee into a thermos for me, the usual. Lucille is a librarian, with a wonderful sense of the world around her. She paints in her spare time and her talent is absolutely admirable, our little apartment has become encased by her art and it just fills me with joy how she keeps producing such beauty (even with a lack of sales) she never gives up.

“Morning, my darling. Coffee is ready to go, have you got your briefcase?” Lucille handed me the thermos and smiled. I had a moment of brief panic when she mentioned my briefcase. “Ah- uhh, where did I—” I’m cut off by her holding it out for me with a snarky look on her face. “Aaah, what would I do without you?” I chuckled, taking my briefcase from her hand. “You’d suffer, we know that by now.” She joked. I gave her a kiss on the cheek and I headed out the door.

Thankfully my office wasn’t too far from my apartment, about a 15 minute walk. Especially considering that it was about eight degrees that morning. I watched as I saw the people I saw everyday following their routines, man with a pendulum, lady with a newspaper, those two police officers that I heard apparently AREN’T related despite them being practically twins? The same people every single morning.

I had made it to my office and hung my coat up in the closet, said hello to Mural, our receptionist and made my way to my desk to receive my first amount of paperwork for the morning. I began typing up a story from a previous adventure when all of a sudden, I heard a slam on my desk. I jerked my head to see my boss, Mr. Pincher holding one of our newspapers with my story on the cover.

“Jaques, my boy! Your story on the Woolworths Bank caper just had our sales go up 2 percent in the last week! Well done, kiddo!” He exclaimed, giving me a slightly harder than necessary pat on the back. “Goodness, thank you sir!” I know two percent might not seem like a ton, but considering our size, it’s pretty good all things considered. “After this last one, the people want more big mysteries from us, so I’m putting you on another investigation.” He said reaching into a satchel and pulling out another paper, not from us, but from a way bigger paper company.

“You’ll be encouraged to talk to the other reporter on this case, try and work together. This is a BIG one, boy. I know you can handle it.” He said before handing it to me, then treading back to his office. I flipped it the right way up and began reading the title, wondering what it said. However, when I read it I felt a heavy feeling in my chest that sank right down to my stomach.

“Dubois Estate fire case REOPENED” the text read in bold letters. The subtext read; “After 6 years, investigators have officially reopened the tragic Dubois estate fire that resulted in the death of the young, Bella Dubois, after recent evidence suggests foul play. I couldn’t move. I was in a state of complete disbelief, after half a decade, after thinking I was safe.

Something didn’t make sence and I had to get to the bottom of it, then I saw who was investing, who had written this very article… I jolted out of my chair, grabbed my things (plus the paper) and made my way to the exit. “Jaques? Mate, where are you going?” One of my colleagues stopped me.

“I uh- just, I think I left my… windows open!” I tried to get past him. “Is Lucille not home?!” He yelled after me. “NOPE! BUH-BYE NOW!” I grabbed my coat and ran out the door. I sprinted all the way back home and when I arrived slammed the door open and called out, “Lucille! Lucille, we have a huge problem!”. I saw her run into the room in a panic, “What!? What’s wrong? Why are you not at work?!” Panting from the run, I held the newspaper in front of her face, she adjusted her glasses and read the title, turning pale. “Mon dieu…” I heard her whisper, she places her hands to cover her mouth from shock.

“They’ve found something, I’m not sure what, but something must have survived that fire and now that they’ve found it, we are in deep shit!” I exclaimed in a frenzy as I started pacing around the room. “Jaques! We need to remain calm, okay?! I’m sure this won’t lead to anything! They never do!” She grabbed my arm and tried to calm me down, but knowing what I knew made it so that her attempts lead to nothing. “My dear… you haven’t seen who they have down there.” I near, muttered. Lucille looked puzzled as I showed her the author of this very paper.

Her eyes grew wide with fear, as we read out loud in unison;

“Tintin…”

***

This has been my first draft of my new Tintin fan fiction, I’m still writing the rest of the chapters and will share them periodically! But for now, have a sneak peek at my first attempt! (It’s not that great right now again, first draft lol, please let me know of anything I can improve on, feedback is always lovely!”

Plus while I’m here, here is the official designs for Jaques and Lucille Beaumont

[sister-2-sleep]

Actually going feral over mcr right now. I cannot contain the sillyness

Reasons mcr5 is real [with photos]

All of mcr has been spotted in California near where gerard lives recently.

Frank iero fortune cookie. Before mcr announced their reunion, frank posted a fortune cookie to his Instagram story. He posted annother one recently

If you look at foundations of decay in YouTube. Underneath it says album not not single

Most of the concerts on the recent tour were professionally recorded so maybe another life on the murder scene type documentary?

Yo gabba gabba posted the every snowflakes different video randomly.

Why would they tour with only 1 new song if not to get people exited for a new album [thx to my mom for pointing this one out]

the way frank answers questions when asked about mcr5. He talks about it like a kid who just got caught doing something they weren't supposed to [does that make sence? Idk I'm bad at analogy’s]

Anyways mcr has taken over my life at this point [also sorry if the format is weird I haven't gotten a hang of tumblr yet]

[wolvenkingulfiri]

A lesson in life

It's such a beautiful day today, the sun shining, birds chirping, and the smell of fresh cut grass wafting on the gentle breeze. the park is bustling with this nice weather, making people watching quite entertaining. as i walk along the narrow graveled path, i watch the many people i pass along the way, mentally making up stories as i go.

the young thin blonde woman sitting alone on the bench is waiting for her boyfriend, he'd fallen behind on their jog even though he claimed to run regularly. the elderly couple sitting by the pond feeding the ducks strick me as a pair of grandparents enjoying retirement after a lifetime of working hard backbreaking jobs, resulting in both needing a cane and walker in their golden years.

a tall man with short light grey hair, dressed in a business suite, strides along the path in front of me. clearly in a rush yet going slow enough to take in the surronding serenity of the park. we walk the same path for a few more minutes before i stop to enjoy a sip from a nearby fountian. when i get back to my walk, i see the man off in the distance still strolling along at his quickened pace. It's not long before i close some of the distance to a meer thirty feet when i see something fall behind the man.

"Sir, i think you dropped something," i yell out, but the man pays me no mind and continues walking.

i run up and grab the object off the graveled path.

" Sir, you dropped your..." i look up, and the man has vanished.

" wallet..."

it makes no sence, theres still about a block to the exit of the park, yet the man is nowhere to be seen. i look down at the wallet in my hand, a simple brown trifold leather wallet. i open it in hopes of finding the guys id so that i can return it, but to my dismay, there's nothing, not even credit cards or cash. the only thing i find is a thick envelope in the billfold.

i pull the mass of paper from its cramped leathery confines, hoping to find some sort of address or identification, but alas nothing.

all there is is a single name on the front and a wax seal locking the contents away from prying eyes.

"panelope"

the name is written so delicatly and in such a fancy form of cursive i wonder who she is to this man. Is she his wife, daughter...whoever she is, she must mean a lot to this man if he's to write her name in such a way. either that or he's very old-fashioned and has excellent penmanship.

still im left with more questions at this point than answers. from the looks of him, he looked to be in his late sixties and dressed like he was the ceo of some high end firm. however, he was walking through the park in the middle of the day and week, granted so was i, but at least i own my business, so maybe he does as well.

then there's the fact that he had nothing aside from this letter in his wallet.even for someone who is high on the corporate food chain, that is a bit odd not having an id.

i flip the envalope over and examine the seal where i get my first clue, or at least i hope i do. embosed in emerald wax with gold lettering is the name daniel in the same elegant cursive as the name on the front. whoever this daniel person is i have to admitt the man has a certian regal elegance to him. i look around in hopes the man has realized he'd lost something, but i see him nowhere. with no option left and the bitting curiosty of this letters contents, i opt for what could be a bad idea if he does happen to come back to find me reading his letter.

with a heavy sigh, i walk off the path toward a nearby bench overlooking the pond. the sounds of the ducks swimming by and the gentle breeze whispering sweet nothings through the trees. the secrets the letter holds beconning to be read drawing my finger to the seal. i lightly tug at the seal as it gives way, allowing the flap to open, revealing a carefully folded sheet of paper.

in a futiel attempt to contain my curiosity, i gently set the shell down onto my waiting lap. just as expected, the handwritting is as elegant and perfect as the namesake and seal, leaving me mysitifed at how uniform and nearly flawless it is throughout the entire sheet. without hesitation, i start to read.

my dearest panelope,

i miss you with every fiber of my being, and i count every passing second until we're back in each others arms. there's not a moment i dont think about you, your soft, warm kisses, the way your long black hair shines in the afternoon sun. i long for the days when I'd see you smile and giggle at my lame jokes. the truth is i miss every part of you and want so much to hold you agian the way i used to when we got tangled up by the lake with fireflies dancing around us on those warm summer nights.

with all that said, the guys in my unit say I've won the lottery with a woman like you. but then again, i talk about you almost nonstop. things here have been pretty quiet, the weathers nice, when the sun goes down However, so does the temp, making it feel just like home but more humid with large bugs. i swear a masquito was flying around the bunk house the other night, it sounded like a damn helocopter, nearly drank corpral jiggs bone dry.

i guess we're stationed here for a few more months and then shipping out to less hostile territory. but we may be there for a while. capt. louis says so long as things stay quiet here we may get to go home not too long after that, but heres hoping.

with love daniel.

i can't help but think about the man who wrote this and why he would keep something like this in his wallet. just as i place the letter down, i feel a hand rest on my shoulder. i look up and see the man standing behind me, sending a wave of fear and embaresment wash through me.

"I-I..." Is all i get out before he speaks

"i see you found my wallet and my letter." he says as he walks around the bench to sit beside me.

" im sorry, sir. i didn't mean to pry... i just didn't see any id and thought that the letter may have a way to find you or at least the person it's addressed to so i could return it." i stammer out.

"It's ok, young man. but sadly, the people in those letters are long gone from this world." he looks out over the water, shimmering in the setting sun.

"Oh... im sorry to hear that. are you their relative?" i ask, unsure of how to approach it.

"Heh. no... I wrote that letter after boot camp to my wife many years ago." he says, watching a flock of ducks swim past.

" So what happened? it seemed as if things were going alright out there... I mean, you're here, so something went in your favor?" i prod trying to make sense of the situation.

" it was war, son. we got held up in a small abandoned village for days, enemies surronded us, living off rations and leftover cans of food from the people who lived there before fleeing for safer lands. we were down to our last bit of munitions, we fought to the bitter end. just when we thought it was over for us, a new unit can in and mowed them down. we sustained heavey casulties, but a good number of us got to come home. As for panelope, we got to share fifteen years together before she passed. i keep that letter with me to remind myself that when it feels like everything is against you and you're at your lowest, to never give up and keep fighting." he says with a smile, looking back to me.

I look down at the papers and smile as I carefully fold them back up and nestle them back into the envelope.

"Here you go, sir. And again, I'm sorry for snooping." I mutter, handing the envalope back to the old man.

"You know son, in spite of losing my wallet and giving you quite the fright. I'd say we both benefited." He says with a smile as he gingerly slides the envalope into his breast pocket.

"What do you mean, sir?"

"Well, you see... I get to reminisce about my beloved panelope, and you get to hear an old man's stories and learn to Never take things for granted and always hold out hope." He replies as he stands.

"And thank you for picking up my wallet. It may be empty with only an old man's scribbles to some. But to me, it means the world."

He gestures as if tipping his hat to me before getting back to the path and vanishing from sight. Leaving me with a lasting impression of a veteran who served through hell to make it home. To inevitably impart a life's worth of wisdom onto a stranger who found a wallet.

[katyspersonal]

Okay so you know how I've lost this opportunity with BB, so with other Soulsborne games I am going in as blinded as possible to find everything by myself? So as a result I might not only not know full questlines of some NPCs, but even about their existence sdhfhd So I am hardly crawling through Dark Souls 1 because of both ER brainrot and because DS1 is harder than surviving with my salary -_-" But apparently this was a good decision because I can still find out some things by myself! Like how recently I finally talked with the guy in a suit that looks like french fries (I forgot his name) which gave me a tip,

So

1) Because of G3hrman discource my instant knee-jerk responce was "Val, fetch me the original Japanese script!" but apparently this is still accurate? The only missed nuance is that in Japanese script he more bluntly says that 'now none of her (noble) blood would help her', which makes total sence? But that is not the point

2)

3) I got informed by Crow and Val that absolutely everyone hates Petrus, like, EVERY single SOUL, even the redditbros, and I got really confused because he is not very different from Seluvis in level of creepy and being the treacherous rat man in the team of four... and like, not only nobody really hates Seluvis, but he even has simps?? I asked my friends why it was so and the answers ranged from 'because DS1 fandom is way smaller than ER and formed under different circumstances and mentality' to 'because Seluvis looks like a sugar daddy whereas Petrus looks like Shrek but worse'. ...honestly, I still don't know which one is accurate answer.

So yeah lol. @fantomette22 I know you are also behind with the DS playtrus, please play DS1 so you can also cry and climb the wall about how much harder it is than BB and ER fjdshfdh

[reaganann]

“dee”. (eddie munson)

summery- when ozzy wants his dee but his at work and you don’t want to bother him.

sence ozzy is only a year old he can’t really pronounce eddie’s name so he calls him “dee”

backstory on how y’all met- reader is a single parent with a one year old name ozzy, one day eddie saw a cute set of curls in the grocery store and couldn’t help himself he had to go find out who they belonged too eddie walked up to the cart and looked a at the little baby that was in it hands on the cart is followed the hands up to the arms and there he was met with the most beautiful person he had ever seen.

let me know if you want more of the to the story or other story’s of ozzy and his dee.

“dee” ozzy scream as he cried out, you sob as you try to clam ozzy down you tried everything you could think of he’s not hungry you tried food everywhere on your counter even in ozzy’s hair.

he didn’t need to be changed you looked into his diaper but there was nothing there.

“oz dee is at work please clam down” you let out a sob, he started kicking and his arms started flailing

“dee dee” he screamed even louder’

you gave up you walked over to your phone. “sweetheart is everything you” your breathing calmed a little.

“o-ozzy keeps asking for dee he won’t stop crying i tried everything” you sob, eddie can hear him screaming and crying.

“oh sweets i’ll be there in 15 minutes i want you put ozzy in his crib and i want you to go to your room shut the door and lay in bed”.

after calling eddie you put the phone down and do what eddie told you to do.

you sat ozzy in his crib he was jumping up and down while screaming and crying. you walk out of his room walking to your room you close the door you hear ozzy sobbing you let out a shaky breath you crawl into bed putting your hands up to your ears. after a little bit you ended you falling asleep.

eddie took his key out of his pocket, opening the door he hears ozzy still screaming he puts his keys down walking to his room.

ozzy’s eyes lit up he holds his little arms out he stops screaming his face red with tears “dee” he tooth less smile.

eddie chuckles and picks up ozzy, ozzy hides his face into eddie’s chest he wraps his little legs around eddie’s waist. “dee”

“did you miss dee ozzy why are you giving your poor mother hard time huh?” eddie looks down at ozzy seeing the food in his hair.

eddie walks out of ozzy’s room, walking down the hall too your room he open the door his heart drops when he sees you.

hair messy from you pulling at it, eyes close dark circles line the underneath your eyes face all red for the tears.

“your poor mommy ozzy what did you do to her” eddie took over his shoes and got into the bed with ozzy on his chest fast asleep.

eddie didn’t want to wake you but he wanted to make sure you were ok so he tapped your shoulder. your eyes slowly opened looking at eddie.

“hey bunny” he says softly looking at you

“im sorry you had to leave work so early” you moved closer to him putting your head nexts to ozzy’s body on eddie’s chest.

“none of that honey when ozzy needs his dee im always there so as his mother” eddie kisses the top of your head.

“let’s just take a nap and then we can clean the house, take a nice hot bath and watch movies” eddie told you.

“mmh” half asleep you answered eddie, shortly after that your fall asleep.

ozzy’s dee and your eddie holding y’all while you sleep.

i’m not the best writer but i thought of this when i was sleeping.

[chaosnocontrol]

Sonic oc junk

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Uh

Silly sonic oc introduction thing?? I guess

This is Kira, aka Kurai

(the more I look at this shitty drawing, the more I feel like I can't draw )

Backstory under the cut, for those who wanna read it :)

Ok so uh, his backstory is still being rewritten, due to the fact that the last 2 I did didn't make much sense, and he was too emo to me, soo.. Yeah, but his backstory now goes something like this:

once apon a time, a hedgehog scientist and a normal wolf lady fell in love ,they get married, blah blah blah, The hedgehog scientist starts to experiment with dark Gaia energy, testing how it affects the mobian body, (this taking place WAY before unleashed) but his reaserch is inconclusive, but just as he started losing hope,getting desperate , he did the unthinkable. He did the experiment on his (sence pregnant) wife, and it worked, just not in the way he expected it to, as it turned her into, what whould be deemed a monster (Basically a werehog but wolf, a werewolf if you will,) and instead of attempting to find a cure for his were-Wife,like a decent husband, He, basicly left her.

So now, the very much pregger single-mom is essentially hated and hunted by the village she once lived in, due to her new form(its in like,very late 90s- early 2000s-ish, and that village was isolated as hell ), so much so , its was to the point that people made folktales about her, (although folktales about beasts in that area were rather common ) and while that was happening, she basicly had to take care of this child, with little to no parental experience, and no one to help her, in the middle of the woods(and probably too stubborn to just give up or ask for help), she did her best to raise this child on her own, skipping a bit through the story...were-wife finds her deadbeat husband, and uh," accidentally" murders him...skipping through more of the story, her child is now, about, four, and she's been doing a surprisingly good job parenting. But remember the folktales? Well now people are claiming to have seen a beast in the forest, causing people to start actively hunting for said beast, and well, it was a bad few months to be a werewolf single mom cuz uh. She got confronted by said hunters, she defended herself(And probably killed one of them..), she was critically injured in the exchang, she retreated, they tracked her down and finished the job..Darn! Right in front of her four year old child! I'm sure that won't cause any issues in the future..

Time skipping a few years.

Kira is like 7 now and has no friends. Nor family (That he knows of :) )

And has just been living off the trash of the local village, small rodents, and the occasional fish, and the locals think he's some sort of creature or pest and children tease him for being weird.

And one day, he met a person,or rather, a fox. Briana fox to be specific (her name is still a wip and might change)an aspiring scientist and engineer who happened to be passing through the village. Blah blah blah, she takes this child under her wing

Yet another timeskip,later..

Briana, at this point, has been working on a project, a project to change the world. (Literally) observing the constant loop of interaction between sonic and eggman: eggman creates a deadly machine, sonic,+Co stop and destroy it, the world continues to constantly be destroyed and rebuilt, and in the eyes of Briana, its like a spiral of ants. Constantly circling in an endless loop untill the inevitable demise of the planet . And she's sick of it. So she devises a plan to enact whats known as the "Genisis wave", using the power of the chaos emeralds, and a machine of her creation. With the assistance of Kira, (whom she re-named "Kurai" after experimenting and geneticly modifying him),and others (Who are still being worked on,but might be revealed in due time )

Those assisting Briana in her hunt, were modified to be able to fight spasific people in sonics "Immediate friend group" (That of whom she just assumed were friends with sonic)

Kurai/ Kira was then modified to be able to go toe-to-toe with sonic himself, matching his speed with his spetilized Water Based "Air shoes" (shoes??? Boots???I don't know anymore), and semi elastic limbs (I wonder where did those come from..)

and thats it! I think-

Thank you for listening to me rambling about my sonic oc :)

ALSO PLEASE EXUSE MY SPELLING MISTAKES AND STORY INCONSISTENCIESh, I WROTE THIS AT LIKE 4 IN THE MORNING-

heres a Kira doodle icon thing for your troubles :)

also, fun fact, if you Google his name, one of the first things that oops up is his old ass wiki page from over 2 years ago that I wish they would delete and I need to rewrite. But I have no fucking clue how . :,)