#this is a lie I changed it woops

[tinglecannon]

Thankfully I work remote

[justauthoring]

too early.

you wanted him to live a long life, even if that meant without you

a/n: whos ready for some angstttt woop woop!

tw: minor spoilers for the manga(?), death

pairing: gojo satoru x f!reader

“Satoru.” 

“I know.”

with barely concealed tears, you glance up at him through blurred vision. your shoulders feel heavy, and your heart hurts and Gojo knows that—of course he knows. Yet, there isn’t a single thing he can do. 

He can’t change what’s happened.

“I didn't want you here.”

And he just smiles. in that way that Gojo always has. It’s bright, despite the darkness that swallows you both, and it’s genuine as his eyes sparkle down at you. He smiles even as everything hurts, even as everything else is nothing but a cold, dark space that you’ll never leave and now, neither will he.

“But I'm here.”

Biting your lip, you step towards him.

- 

“You’re insufferable.”

“I know.”

“And annoying.”

“Yup.”

“And you never know when to shut up.”

“But…” and he pauses for effect, face in yours so you can’t look away as his bright (and unfortunately, beautiful) eyes stare back at you with a twinkle of mischief. He’s leaning to meet your height, and he’s grinning far and wide, lips stretched out as he barely contains his own enjoyment. “You love me.”

And, regrettably, you do.

Rolling your eyes, you press a hand to his cheek, pushing him away as you groan.

“As if.”

The words are a blatant lie and both of you know that.

But you’re not ready to admit yet that your feelings for your fellow classmate are anything other than platonic. You think, maybe, hopefully, he isn’t either. 

(He isn’t).

So, you’ll continue to deny it. Feign annoyance and disgust when really your heart beats madly within your chest, showing no sign of stopping anytime soon, and your cheeks burn, dusted rose across the apples of your cheeks. It’s all there, plain to see, but you plead obliviousness and Gojo does the same.

Obliging to you, he steps back, chuckling to himself.

“Yeah,” he mumbles, more to himself than anyone. “As if.”

-

“Do you remember the first time we met?”

Blinking, you turn to Gojo. “You mean when you laughed at me… to my face.”

Frowning, Gojo shakes his head; “that is not what happened.”

“That is in fact what happened,” you correct, shaking your head at him. He’s sitting in front of you, sitting the wrong way on a chair as he leans on the corner of one of the legs dangerously (and you swear he will end up falling soon). You’d been trying to catch up on some homework when Gojo had found you in the empty classroom and had promptly decided you were to occupy him for the time being. 

(Geto was out on a mission).

But, he’s brought with him some candy and even if he whined every time you did, you still proceeded to invite yourself to a couple gummies every once in a while.

So, his annoyance is forgivable.

(And really, you don’t mind, if you’re being honest.)

“I introduced myself to you, you took one look at me, called me ‘weak’ and laughed.” You explain, sending him a deadpanned look.

Gojo continues to stare back at you like you’re lying (the audacity), before he blinks, as if thinking back. The grin on his face falters somewhat as the memory resurfaces, and he blinks back at you, looking oddly apologetic.

Not a look Gojo wears very often.

“Well, I take it back.”

You’re halfway through stealing one of his gummies when you pause, hand left stretched out before you as you stare back at him.

“What?”

“You’re not weak,” he shrugs, “and I shouldn’t have laughed at you. Obviously, I’m still stronger than you,” you roll your eyes, “but I take it back.”

Raising a brow, you squint at him. “Are you trying to apologize?”

“Maybe?”

“The answer is yes or no, Gojo.”

“...Yes.”

It’s more honest than you’re expecting. If you’re being truthful, this whole conversation is not what you’d expected at all. 

But still, he’s apologizing, in his own way, and he seems to mean it. It didn’t really bother you all that much all that more–it was a long time ago and Gojo was just like that, though you’ll admit he’s lessened his smugness a little bit through the time you’ve known him. At least when he’s with you, he does, and he doesn’t make you feel like a infuriable piece of trash next to him, so, you know, he’s making the right steps. 

(All the right steps).

“Well,” you settle on eventually, grabbing your gummies. “Apology accepted.”

And really, his grin is bright enough to forget that his apology was pretty lousy.

-

“Ow.”

“It’s not my fault you got hurt.”

Pouting, you turn away from Gojo, not wanting to look at his face currently because if you have to see his smirk one more time you swear you’re going to strangle him—

“Lift your arm,” he’s calling, a hand wrapping around your wrist to guide the motion. Your lips part at the touch, hating the flutter of nerves that hits you, letting your head rest in your other hand as you listen to him, lifting your arm, and letting him move it until it’s resting on his shoulder.

You stare back at him then.

“You should’ve let me come with you.”

Huffing, you roll your eyes. “I thought you said I’m not weak.”

“You’re not,” he says plainly, pulling at your shirt to place the bandage at your side. Your cheeks warm when you realize he’s seeing skin he’s never seen before, swallowing thickly at the feeling of his fingers ghosting across sensitive skin. It’s enough to pull goosebumps, and you hope he doesn’t notice them.

(He does).

“I’m just the strongest.”

Shoulders falling, you decide to watch him. “It’s not that bad.”

“You’re bleeding.”

“That’s why I said I should find Shoko.”

“She’s not here.”

“Oh.”

(She is–Gojo wants to take care of you).

“Still,” you say after a moment, “it doesn’t hurt.”

He glares at you. “You were hissing not a minute ago.”

“That’s cause you pressed on it!” You argue, shifting in your seat as you ignore his heavy gaze. “You’re very heavy-handed, I’ll have you know. And no skill in cleaning wounds either. I swear, it hurts more now then it did before so–”

You stop rambling when you realize he’s finished patching the wound and is simply staring at you.

“So… yeah,” you finish lamely.

(You can’t think all that well when he looks at you like that).

“Don’t push yourself too hard,” he says after a moment. His voice is oddly serious in a way it rarely is with Gojo. Though, it feels like recently, Gojo sounds more worried and serious with you than he had before. 

You don’t want to think about what that could mean.

(You don’t want to get your hopes up).

“You shouldn’t go on missions where you’ll get hurt.”

“It’s my job, Gojo.” You remind, “I don’t have much of a choice.”

“You do,” he says sharply. “I’ll make it so.”

Licking your lip, you stare at the worry in his eyes. Gojo was very rarely expressive in his emotions and you’ve come to learn that he often hid the way he really felt; but sometimes it felt like you were the only one who really saw how he felt. Because he’d look at you like this, with a furrow in his brow and concern in his gaze and it’d leave you stunned.

Stunned in the way you couldn’t speak.

“Okay,” you whisper, forcing the words out because that’s what you settle on. That’s all you can settle on. “I won’t.”

-

“Gojo–!” 

His back is turned to you, shoulders tensed, his hands clenched by his sides. Whatever you’d been about to say dies on the tip of your tongue because what do you say?

How could you ever say something that would be enough to fix what’s happened?

But still, you want to try. You can’t just leave it alone. Not after what had happened. You couldn’t even begin to think how he must be feeling, the confusion and hurt and rage that must be flooding through him.

And if you could in any way soothe that, you had to try.

(Little did you know, you’d done just that the second you’d called for him).

“I’m…” You hesitate, stepping towards him with a hand stretched out uselessly before him. Even if you wanted to touch him, you couldn’t–not with his infinity… “I’m so sorry.”

Gojo stays still. The slight rise and fall of his shoulders as he takes even shallow breaths is the only inclination that he’s alive and breathing and listening.

“I heard about… about Geto–I was called away on a mission so I’m sorry I wasn’t here earlier,” you explain, your words rambling as you try to sort through the chaos of thoughts in your mind. You’d never had to comfort Gojo before–did he even want to be comforted? Did he want to be comforted by you?

You doubted it.

(He did).

“I’m so sorry.”

And you truly are even if the words mean nothing to him. Even if he doesn’t care that you’re sorry. 

You still are.

You blink, eyes falling to your feet, and you’re starting to think you should just leave. Gojo clearly didn’t want you there or to hear you ramble, and it was silly of you to think that you of all people would be able to help someone like him. 

Then, there are arms wrapping around your shoulders and you’re pressed flush against a strong chest.

“Gojo–” 

He just shakes his head, holding you tighter and understanding, you close your mouth, letting the words you’d been about to say die out. 

Because Gojo didn’t want you to speak and he surely didn’t want to either. It was easier to be silent but better to be silent with you. You made it all a little more bearable and if he was honest with himself, you always had.

He just hadn’t known how much until now.

So, instead, you let yourself ease, moving to wrap your arms around him in return, and his head is moving to cradle into the crook of your neck, his nose pressed against the skin as he lets out the faintest, softest, shuddering breath.

You move to press a hand against the back of his head, and squeeze in the hopes it helps even just a little (—it does and more).

-

“Can I just–fuck it.”

Before you can even realize, his lips are pressed against your own.

Warm, soft lips against yours, his hands finding purchase on your waist as you tense at the contact, stunned, your brain lagging as you try to process what’s happening. A second ago Gojo had been chatting your ear off as normal, the two of you alone in your dorm as you often found yourselves now, because Shoko rarely had time now because of her role in Jujutsu High and Geto… well, Geto just wasn’t there.

Gojo was busy too. Really busy. And you were too. Maybe not as much, but in your own way. 

Gojo made sure any free time he did have was spent with you though. You return the sentiment with ease.

It felt natural, after all.

And yeah, maybe you’d admit the two of you had been dancing around these feelings for a long time. You can’t count on both hands the amount of times Shoko has begged you to just kiss the man already if you were going to make love eyes at him all the time (her words).

There were other instances too, but they were too painful to remember.

You’d known for a long time the way you felt about Gojo, but you didn’t want to mess up what the two of you had. And that had been at first, before it had developed into this comraderie you only could find in him—and you definitely didn’t wanna mess that up by letting your emotions get in the way. So, you just… didn’t. It was comfortable, this bond the two of you had developed and the idea of losing that was too heartbreaking.

Chances were scary when it could destroy everything.

So you didn’t take any.

(Gojo was tired of not taking any).

He’s pulling back before you can move, slightly breathless as he smiles faintly down at you. “The point is to kiss me back, you know.”

And you blink, once, twice, before his words register and you gape up at him.

“I-I–!” You can’t find the words, feeling like your mind is short-circuiting as you stare up at him. Because it was so like him to be so smug when he’d just kissed you without confirming how you felt in return. It was so like him to just know that you were completely and wholeheartedly in love with him. 

(Probably because he was too).

His hands are still on your waist and he’s close, more close than he’s ever been. You can feel his breath against your cheeks, and you’re sure you’re bright red, but you don’t want to pull away and you desperately want him to kiss you back.

Reaching forward, you decide Gojo’s words are all too fitting and to fuck it—you tug at his shirt, leaning to meet his lips.

He chuckles as you do, laugh warm and husky and it makes your knees feel weak as your lips meet his once more, eyes fluttering shut.

(It was, truly, everything you’d ever dreamed about).

And as you both pull away once more, breathless, he leans his forehead against your own and you run your fingers through the hairs on the back of his neck, laughing lightly. 

“I’ve wanted to do that for a while,” you confess, turning to glance up at him.

Gojo grins; ���me too.”

“So we were waiting for nothing?”

He shrugs; “guess so. But it doesn’t matter now.”

Your brows furrow, shaking your head as he shuffles closer, squeezing your hips.

“Because now I can kiss you whenever I want.”

-

“I’m gonna go speak to that Megumi kid tomorrow.”

Pausing at Gojo’s words, you close the book you’d been reading, shifting on the bed next to him to face him better. He’s already looking at you, tired eyes focused on your own as you nod at him. “Okay.”

“Just okay?” He asks, as if almost hesitantly. “I could end up with a kid depending on what he says.”

You nod. “I know.”

Gojo seems puzzled, head tilting as he leans over to his side rather than his back. His hand falls on your arm, grip gentle. “You’re okay with that?”

“I am,” you answer. “I want you to do what you think is right.”

“Even if it means bringing a random kid home?”

Snorting, you nod again. “Yes, Satoru. Even if it means bringing a kid home.”

“We’d have to… raise him,” he explains, the words sharp and uncomfortable on his tongue. “Or, at least, pay for him to live. Something like that.”

You laugh, reaching forward to cup his cheek. “Whatever you decide, I’m okay with.”

Gojo still seems skeptical. He eyes you like he’s sure there’s some hidden meaning behind your words or worried you might change your mind suddenly. 

(You’d decided long ago you’d follow him to the ends of the earth if that’s what he decided). 

“...You’re sure?”

Smiling, you hum; “yes.” 

“Okay…” He says slowly, eyes flickering back to you once more just to make sure.

You just giggle, leaning into him and letting your head rest on his shoulder. 

“Remember I have that mission tomorrow, too,” you remind him. “Whatever you decide, I’m okay with it but I won’t be there to help you until I come back from the mission. So, you’d be on your own with him for a while.”

Gojo guffaws next to you; “you’re acting like I’ve already decided.”

You raise a brow, glancing up at him through your lashes; “haven’t you?”

Frowning, Gojo squints down at you. “Maybe…”

Shaking your head, you just laugh. “I look forward to meeting him.”

“...Me too.” Gojo agrees, “if he wants to come.”

“He will,” you shrug. “I’m sure.”

Gojo doubts your certainty, but he doesn’t argue against it either. Instead, he shifts to wrap his arm around your waist and pull you closer against his side. You’ve got an early mission tomorrow, after all, and he doesn’t want to waste every last second he has with you until he’s torn apart from you for a whole weekend.

(Truly, the worst hell those higher up can subject him to).

You feel the same, of course. So you lean into him with ease, relishing in the feeling of his warmth and familiarity.

Thinking to yourself that your whole world will be different when you return—you and Gojo and a… kid.

(It’s crazy, but you still love the idea of it).

-

You don’t come home after that mission, though.

You don’t come home ever again.

And you don’t see Gojo until ten years later.

-

Setting your hands against his cheeks, you frown. 

“I wanted you to live a long life.”

Gojo shakes his head. “Wasn’t worth living without you.”

You sniffle, swallowing back the tears that just continue to fall relentlessly. It was wonderful to have Gojo in your arms once more, but… but you’d wanted him to live forever… raising the new generation of Jujutsu Sorcerers and protecting them. Live a life, even if it meant without you.

You’d been content just watching.

But he was here now, regardless, and it would be silly to deny the fact that a part of you was happy to have him with you once more even if it broke your heart all the same.

“I missed you,” Gojo whispers against the top of your head, pulling you close into a hug. He holds tight and long, savoring the fact that he can have you in his arms once again after years of being forced to live without you. “I missed you so much.”

“Me too,” you agree, pressing your face into his chest and breathing in his familiar scent. “I’m sorry I couldn’t make it home.”

Gojo just shakes his head, a hand pressing to the back of yours.

“It’s okay,” he assures, “because I have you now.”

[a-amos-9]

The Fall of Moonstones Part 5

Part 5 Guys! Woop! Woop! A bit of research, THANK YOU! "Walfu Wiki".

Hope you enjoy Reader!

After his encounter with Oropo, Adamai had to act quick. He knew that this was a test from Oropo, to test his loyalty. Quickly, he enters his room, surveying its surroundings. You were still lying in bed. Quiet snores coming from your mouth.

He wasn't sure when he would be back. Quietly, he injected you with a healing potion and ensured that no weapons were in the room, in case you woke up; he didn't want you to cause problems.

Before leaving, he came close to you. Gently nuzzling your hair, his claws slowly detangled your hair. He has missed your scent. Standing up, he continued to look at you, simply hearing your breathing calmed his nerves.

He closed the door to his room. Wings sprouting from his back, quickly flying from the Seventh floor to the Twelfth. From the beginning of his childhood, Adamai was used to nature, vegetation, and quietness. Seeing that Dathura's level was vegetation, he asked her if he could make it his residence on her level. One that she agreed on. He knew that the doll wouldn't purposely cause problems. She stood a neutral ground with Oropo. One, that he was thankful for.

When he arrived, Echo was already standing in front of the portal. A grin on her face.

"Hello Echo"

"Hello Adamai, had a wonderful day?"

He only looked at her.

"Where's Oropo?"

She sigh.

"Looking at the void again"

Out in the distance, Oropo was looking at the galaxy, his mask covering up his emotions. But a small shine of gleam can be detected in his eyes.

"It's almost complete," he whispered to the void.

Floating towards them, he spoke.

"We are nearing our goal, my friends"

Adamai looked away.

"Are you sure I'll work"

Oropo floated over him, a cold look in his mask eye.

"Are you having doubts?"

"Their the Gods, they been here before us, how can we be sure they can be defeated"

"Oropo has acquired the dofus and the Eliacube. With these two, we were able to defeat the Iop God," Echo commented.

"Not a pure God, a demigod," Adamai spoke. Looking back at Oropo, who is now standing over him.

"Don't doubt our cause Adamai"

"How can I, the candidates you have chosen are no better than the Gods"

"I'll be careful with what you say Ada-"

"Evangeline and her Kid have escaped the temple"

A minister's voice spoke out. Toxine was sitting on a rock close by, carefully watching.

"How could they escape my temple?!" Echo growled at Toxine. It was difficult to trust her, as she would twist truths, lie, and hurt others with pleasure. Hell, she can count that Toxine did this on purpose.

" I also wonder how," she laughed.

Echo was prepared to start a fight. Her claws extended, prepared to strike, but Oropo was quick to disassemble them.

"Find them and bring them to me, there is no need to start a fight"

Quickly, Echo and Toxine both teleported with grumbles. Adamai continued watching Oropo. Who was now looking at the Eliacube.

"Since the Brotherhood arrived, you been acting more aggressive Oropo"

Oropo chuckled.

"Can you blame me? Them being here reminds me of my nonexistence. How easily they can change my plans. And let's not forget your little guest that you have" he turned towards Adamai.

"I can see you battling a side Adamai. For being my brother, I'll let you decide which side you stand on. But make it quick" he looked at the portal.

"Time is ticking"

Adamai stood there, quietly thinking over Oropo words. But before he could make his choice, the tower started shaking. A great force has entered.

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This was not a good habit to have.

This is the second time you have woken up in Adamai rooms. You stayed silent, gently breathing in, just to make sure anyone couldn't detect that you were awake.

After 5 minutes, you rose and gently looked around the room. The door was closed this time, and no one was in here. Quickly, you got up and looked for any clothing material to cover yourself. You still felt pain, but it was tolerated. You found a cloth, a bit large for you, but it would do. It was enough to cover your face and body.

Continuing your search, you found no weapons or even sharp items.

"Smart lizard," you scoff.

Time was ticking. You had to find Evangeline and her children, and safety get them out of here.

Grabbing Adamai map of the tower, you stored it in the cape. You pressed yourself against the door, listening for any noise that will indicate a presence near by.

.........................

You opened the door, peaking outside. No one was around.

"Perfect"

You quietly started making your way down the corridor. Your feet were cold, and the floor was smooth. You stood against every corner, quietly listening for anyone. Strangely enough, no one was around. You grabbed the map and started looking through it. While it showed the number of floors and their protector, it wasn't enough to tell you where you were.

You huffed.

"This is going to be more difficult than I though"

You continued walking, mind trying to plan out how to, well, continue your plan. A window would help right now.......... WINDOW! If you were able to find a window or an opening to see your location in the tower, it would make it easier to determine where you are.

It took a while, your chest was starting to hurt, but you were able to find an opening. Peeking your head out, the view confused you.

Outside, floating islands could be seen. Grassy plains with no life. The wind felt wonderful, but it was suspicious. You took out your map, looking closely at the levels.

1)The Xelor floor, a ruined and dung filled room occupied by the frozen form of Count Harebourg. 2)The Osamodas floor, a swampy temple home to Mishell and her pets. 3)The Iop floor, a sandy column filled arena occupied by Dark Vlad, training ground for Elely 4)The Ecaflip Floor, a training room occupied by Ush Galesh 5)The Feca Floor, a giant pinball table/museum occupied by Black Bump 6)The Enutrof Floor, a trap filled labyrinth occupied by Arpagone 7)The Sadida Floor, which is a grassy plain broken up into floating islands occupied by Dathura 8)The Sram floor, a desolate plane of black rock shrouded by wailing fog 9)The Pandawa floor, occupied by Poo 10)The Sacrier floor, occupied by Kali 11)The Cra floor, a forest with an archery range intended for Flopin. 12)The Enripsa floor, Echo's spacious bed/dinning room that is difficult to enter and exit

The Sadida Floor was watched over by Dathura. That is where you are.

From what you had read over Dathura, she is one of the daughters(dolls) of the God Sadida. Who created them to seduce the dragons, to create primordial dofus. This would bring balance to the earth, for its magic was imbalanced. Dathura, was one of the successful dolls. The dragon Aguabrial had fallen for her, and this created the Turquoise Dofus.

What concerned you was the name, Sadida Floor. Sadida is the father/creator of Dathura. He is one of the twelve Gods in charge of nature and the forest. Why would Dathura have that title in the tower?

You started to look closer at the map. Iop, Feca, Scram....all the floors, there are all the names of the twelve Gods. And each has someone in charge of it.

You started pacing around. Twelve floors, twelve gods, twelve occupants. They were looking for Elely and Flopin, and had training grounds for them. They couldn't be.. ARE THEY!!!??

"T-this, can't be"

"Their planning of overthrowing the Gods."

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"Their crazy," "This is!" "It's impossible!" "Barbaric" "THIS IS THE GREAT PLAN??!!"

You crouched down, covering your eyes with your hand. For as long as the planet has been inhabited, the twelve Gods watched and cared for its citizens. No one has ever thought of overthrowing them. THEIR GODS!!!

"How are you going to get out of this mess Y/N" you whispered to yourself.

You stood up and looked back at the window. Squinting your eyes, you saw figures slowly making their way across the main field.

"Is that" you murmured.

It was! Yugo, Amalia , Ruel , and Elely! They were here by some miracle! You had to get their attention, or somehow get to them.

Looking around, there was not much you could use to your advantage.

"Of course he just flies in here" you grumbled.

Maybe it's crazy, maybe I'll work. If not, you're just spat on the ground, but better down there than up. You distance yourself from the window, getting into a running stance.

"Y/N, this better work"

With speed, you ran, and once reaching the window, you leap.

The wind was the only thing you could hear. Gravity was working quickly on you as you dropped from the sky. Taking a deep breath in, you screamed out.

"YUGO!!!!!!"

If this didn't work, goodbye world.

Before you knew it, a portal appeared below. Your view changed from looking down to looking up. Appearing from another portal, instead of falling, you were going up, and then gravity once again, down. Finally being caught by someone.

"Y/N???!!! WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE???!!" a joyful and fearful laugh came out from Yugo.

Before you could respond, you pushed yourself off him and crouched down. You vomited.

"Gosh, I don't do well with heights" you heaved.

"OMG! Y/N! I can't believe you jumped!" Amalia was by your side, gently rubbing your back.

"We all know how well you do with heights," she grinned.

"Aunty Y/N!!! I am so glad your here! The more people we have, the more butt kicking and quick we'll be able to save Mama and Flopin!" Elely was jumping around in joy.

Once you finished vomiting, and gathered your strength, you turned towards Elely. Your eyes filled with tears.

"Oh Elely!" you hugged her tight.

"I am so glad your okay!" snot was falling from your nose, the poor girl was trying her best not to get any on her.

"Eww, Aunty I am okay" she giggled.

"Daddy trained me" she separated herself from you, showing you her punches and kicks.

While you quickly hugged everyone, Ruel was in the background. His face showed no expression, but when you made eye contact with him, for a second. For a second, you thought you saw a third eyelid.

"Ruel! So good to see you," you gently fist bump him with a smile.

"Oh Y/N! Nice seeing you, too," he returned the smile.

Maybe it was just your mind playing tricks on you. You did jump from a building.

"Before I forget, this floor belongs to Dathura", you pulled out your map, showing everyone.

"Dathura", Amalia whispered, a gentle smile forming her face.

You nodded.

"This may also be a bit far fetch, but I think their trying to overthrow the Gods".

Ruel got tense.

"I know Ruel! Who has ever though of overthrowing the Gods!"

"Y-Yes, that is crazy" his eyes got big, a force smile on his face.

All while Yugo stayed silent, analyzing the map.

"This....this is Adamai handwriting" he glance at you.

"Oh, yeeeeeahhhhhh" you forced a smile.

"I got it from his room"

"His room?" He looked back at the building from which you jumped. One of his eyebrows rose glancing at you, a questioning gaze.

"I-I got hit pretty hard." You showed them your chest, covered with bandages.

"He was treating me"

"Is he here?" his voice sounded cold. Very cold. You had never heard Yugo like this. Pissed.

"No, he left"

"Where"

"I- I don't know"

........"ok" he exhaled.

Amalia scoffed.

Everyone turned towards her. While everyone grimace, you where shocked.

"That's Yugo for you Y/N. Only caring about getting even"

"Amalia" Yugo brows furrowed

" He hurt Y/N, Dally, and took his wife and child, just because he wants to overthrow soon Gods?!" his arms crossed.

" His your brother Yugo! He must have a reason! Hell, we haven't seen him in years!"

"Time can change anyone"

"But you haven't Yugo." Amalia stared at him, anger in her eyes. Anger that no one has ever seen.

"It's like after Qilby, you haven't been able to trust anyone, not even your own brother."

"Can you blame me?!" "He planned to kill everyone! He hurt us! What if-

"Adamai plans the same?"

Everyone was silent. A gentle breeze passed, almost like it was trying to comfort everyone at that moment.

"Yugo" you quietly whispered.

"You can't, his your, why would you....think that"

He squinted towards you, "he knows that I don't hesitate, I am not even surprised if he plans to kill me and return me to the dofus. Maybe that will help him sleep easy, knowing that I won't do anything dangerous."

"Yugo, you weren't ready for that power" Amalia gently touched his arm.

"No one knew that using the dofus would be dangerous."

He glanced at her.........

"Adamai knew"

.............. the air got tense.

"Now look what he has done" he extended his arm.

"Betrayed me for this Oropo guy who calls his "brother" , hurt my friends, and now I am having to climb this tower. It's like his mocking me." His eyes glowed.

"Showing me how truly weak I am."

"Yugo, you were a child. For fucks sake, we all were, except for you Rule...no offence." Amalia quickly clarified.

"None taken" he grinned.

"It's not your responsibility to protect us" she gently took his hands.

" We have each other, and we are pretty strong on our own. Sometimes you have to give us a chance. Relie on us."

He only looked at her. A gentle squeeze on her hand. But no words were exchanged.

She scoffed, taking her hands away from him.

" I am not...I am not mad, I just. Words are easier said than done, but know this, Yugo." She stood a few feet away from him.

" I will always be by your side, good or bad. I'll prove to you that you can rely on me."

She turned towards him, a small gentle smile on her face.

"Even if it takes years, centuries, I'll be here for you."

His body relaxed, but his eyes still showed conflict. He gave a small nod in her direction, but his eyes could not make contact with hers.

Her smile slowly became a frown; you could see tears forming in her eyes. But she quickly turned away from the group. Her hands were set on her hips.

"So Y/N! Dathura level, hopefully we can meet her. She was my hero when I was younger, well, still is"

You walked up to her, gently putting your hand on her shoulder.

" Hopefully we can, she has made such a great impact on the world."

Elely quickly started jumping around. " I hope shes strong, I have so much energy!" She hopped in front of you and Amalia.

"Let me tell you, it was so hard staying quiet when you guys were talking", she nodded closing her eyes.

"But mama always told me to let the adults have their talk." She grimaces, " even if it's boring."

" ANYWAYS! MAMA AND FLOPIN! WERE COMING!" she threw a punch in the air.

She sure has the energy of her father. You quietly chuckled.

[fangirlstorycreator]

Terry Silver X Reader

Context: You and Terry are happy in your work life, and love life. But, are enemies, masquerading as friends, about to change the perfect balance? Is your relationship strong enough to withstand the forces trying to pull you apart?

Requested by @anninhaaagomes16 💚

Part 3/3

After taking a sip of coffee, your face scrunched up, the taste of this drink practically made your eyes water.

"Hey! What's that face for?"

"Johnny, how many times do I have to tell you? This is not how you make a real coffee"

"But you said you like your coffee strong, isn't it strong enough?"

"Johnny! Just one sip of this and I could run a marathon!"

"Eh, well...isn't that a good thing?"

"Ah screw you lil sis"

"(Chuckle) Not if I wanna get any sleep for the next 3 nights"

"Love you too bro"

"Anyway, you got any plans today?"

"Honestly? I think I'm gunna call Terry"

"Really? Already?"

"I really miss him Johnny. Imagine if you had to go so long without speaking to Carmen. You'd miss her too"

"Alright, I guess you gotta point. But the guys a dick!"

"I know. But he's my dick. And I love him. I really really miss him Johnny. And after what you told me last night, I think I've stayed away long enough. Thank you by the way, for not keeping what happend between you and Terry last night a secret from me"

"I won't lie, I was tempted. But, I also know you'd woop my ass if I didn't"

"Weeeeel, I'd be gentle"

"The fuck you would! (Laughs) Look, if you wanna call him, that's fine. But if he pulls anymore bullshit like this again-"

All of a sudden, the door bursts open, and in runs a very sweaty and out of breath Robbie. He tried desperately to catch his breath, but he was trying to explain something that was happening, he couldn't do both.

"You don't have to say anything else Johnny. Because I know, if he did this again, he'd loose me forever. But, I do have to give him a chance. (Hold your phone) I wonder if he'll even answer? He might be-"

"Robbie! Robbie just take some deep breaths ok? Don't worry about speaking right now, just breath"

Johnny calmly tells him, stroking Robbies back to help him calm down.

"The-the do-the dojo! Cobra Kai!"

"What about Cobra Kai?"

"The sen-the sensei's! Kreese and Silver! They're-they're fighting! I saw it! I saw it through the window on my way past! There's blood! I needed-I needed to tell someone!"

"Wait? Terry's fighting John?!"

You ask worriedly, panicked at the thought of Terry being hurt.

"Y/N, it's not safe! Don't go-aaaaaaand she's already left, fuck! Alright, Robbie, you stay hear and try to get your breath back. I'm gunna go follow Y/N, and make sure she's safe"

And as quick as the wind, Johnny legs it, and runs after you at full speed. Meanwhile, back at the dojo, Terry had just kicked John across the room, stormed towards him, and knelt down, hitting him in the face.

"This is all your fault John! You went behind my back! You and Kim did this!"

"Me and Kim are the future of this dojo Terry! Your not the man you used to be! Your a pathetic wimp! And it's all thanks to Y/N!"

"I AM Cobra Kai!"

"Keep her name out of your mouth! (Punches John) Y/N is the only person I've ever loved, and whose ever shown me any true kindness! But you! You've always tried to control me! Keep me in line! Well not anymore! (Punches John again) You will no longer be a part of Cobra Kai!"

John kicks Terry in the balls, he staggers back, allowing John to get back up and tries going for Terry again. But, Terry has always been stronger, faster, and more cunning. And he high kicks John in the face, slamming himself into the wall and falling to the floor a bloodied mess. Kim, whose been hiding in the shadows, tries to sneek up behind Terry, ambushing him when he wasn't looking, but he wasn't stupid. He ducked her oncoming attack, spun and kicked her half way across the room, but she was able to keep herself from a falling. Angry, she was about to charge at Terry, but a swift punch to the face knocked her to the ground, falling unconscious instantly. Oh it was so satisfying to see it happen, and for you to be the cause of it. Because the second you entered the dojo, and knew Kim was going to attack, you took your chance, and now, you were smiling, stood beside an unconscious Kim, seeing Terry after what felt like months.

"Oh! Sweetheart!"

He ran to you so quickly, holding you in a tight embrace, finally feeling your warmth once again. Tears came from both of you, it was such a wonderful yet overwhelming feeling to finaly see eachother again. His hand cradled your cheek, kissing you deeply, savouring your lips, and leaving you practically breathless.

"I've missed you so much Y/N"

"I've missed you to Terry. Oh god! Your bleeding! Terry you've got blood coming from your face! Are you hurt anywhere else?"

"I'm ok"

"But what the hell is going on? And why the fuck are you and John fighting!?"

"Because I found out the truth"

"What truth?"

Kim starts to stir, and stands up, a little wobbly to ber feet.

"It was John and Kim all along. Kim was the one in the video vandalising the dojo. She's the one who stole your necklace and planted it there. This whole scheme was they're fault"

"Wait a minute-Kim! You....you framed me?! And stole my necklace?!"

"And? So what? It's not like you belong hear!"

"That's not all she's done sweetheart.....last night.....she tried to kiss me. That's why she planned this with John. To get you out of the picture and have me instead of you"

....Oh.....hell.....no......noone.....tries to take your Terry!

"Your not mature enough to be with a man like that! Why should a childish little girl be sleeping with a man his a-!"

With one swift kick, you knock Kim back against the dojo doors, and send her straight outside! She lands on her ass outside, completely stunned, and bruised all over.

"Noone tries it on with my Terry, bitch! Ehem, anyway, I certainty hope you rejected her as quick as-mhf!"

Terry grabbed your hips and kissed you with a fiery passion, seeing how powerful you are in defending him, turned him on in ways he couldn't say in words, so his lips spoke volumes.

"I love you so much sweetheart. Oh god, I've missed you so much. I'm so so sorry for everything, I swear, I'll never doubt you ever again. I'm going to spend the rest of my days making it up to you, if... if you'll let me"

"Of course I will Terry. But do you understand why I didn't contact you?"

"I do, I completely understand. And please, don't feel any guilt for doing what was right. I was a prick, and you had every right to keep me away. Please, please come back home? The house is cold without you, it's not really home"

"A word? Oh I know exactly what you mean by that. I swear, your the only woman I've ever met who can bring a fully grown man to tears with just words. Go ahead, and I'll be watching the whole show"

"I want nothing more babe. But before we go home, I just need a minute. (Looks over at John) I just wanna have a word with John first"

Walking over to John, Terry stays a few steps behind you, and John stands, wiping blood from his lip.

"Tell me John. What did I ever do to you, for you to conspire against me and Terry whilst hiding in the shadows? I know we've had our differences, but why this? Why?"

"Why? The answer is standing behind you! You've turned my best warrior into a pussy! Terry used to be ruthless! Conniving! He was a warrior!"

"Terry is a human being, John. You can't manipulate someone for your own gain. You just can't. Terry's his own person. And what you've done to both me and him, it's unforgivable. I thought I knew you, John. But the person I see infront of me, is dark. I don't know who you are anymore. I know Terry is silent behind me right now, but I'm fairly certain he's going to agree with me when I say, we never want to see you hear again, and I hope you never come back to this dojo. Your done hear John, you and Kim. You've lied to us, and tried to break us up. But we're stronger than your little plan, you can't break us. Come on Terry, I want to go home now"

You turn to face Terry, ready to leave with him, but John had other ideas. Reaching behind his back, he pulls out a small concealed blade. He quickly stands, and advances on you, grabbing you by the hair, holding you close and pressing the blade to your throat. You gasp in pain and fear, you can feel the blade on your soft skin, he's pressing it just enough to sting.

"John!-"

"Don't take another step Terry! I'll do it! You know I will!"

"John! Let her go now!"

Completely unable to move in John's grip, you fear for your life, scared, desperate to be free and back in the safety of Terry's arms.

"This little bitch has ruined you Terry! I remember what a coward you were back in Nam. I thought you couldn't get anymore pathetic, looks like I was wrong!"

"John, let her go!"

"Look at you! Why give a damn about some woman? You know who you really are!"

Terry can see some slow movement about 5 feet behind John, it's Johnny, sneeking in behind him, trying to get close enough to help you. Terry knows not to say anything, and tries to keep John talking.

"That's not who I am John. That's not who I want to be!"

"You can't hide it Terry! Your a pathetic boy! I saw it in Nam, and I'm seeing it now!....Your just like you were back then....Twig"

"John....please....you can do what you like to me, but please let her go. She's innocent in this, she doesn't deserve this"

"Innocent! Bullshit! And I'm not gunna listen to anything you have to say anymore Terry. I need to hit you where it hurts....and what better way to do that? Than by taking her!"

"JOHN NO!!"

"TO LATE-GHAH!"

With one whack, Johnny hits John around the back of the head with an empty glass bottle, confusing and hurting John just enough for him to let you go. But...the knife was too close, and in the blurred moment, the knife has sliced at you lower neck, you fall to the floor, and Johnny urges Terry to pounce on John. Tackling John to the ground, Terry lands one more punch to John, knocking him clean out, as Johnny approaches you in haste, quickly helping you up, and sees that your bleeding from your upper chest.

"Oh my god! He cut you! Shit! I can't stop the bleeding, I need to get you to the hospital! Now!"

"But-but Terry-"

"We've got to go now!"

Terry, seeing the blood coming from you, hurriedly stands to approach you, but Johnny blocks him.

"No! I'm taking her to the hospital!"

"Johnny-"

"No Terry! My baby sister is hurt and bleeding! I'm taking her to the hospital now! Whatever you have to do or say can wait until she's ok! Got it!"

"Johnny, Terry was-"

"There's no time Y/N, come on!"

Johnny dragged you out of there so fast, that in your attempt to turn back to Terry, it was all a blur, and you were in the car and on your way to hospital in a matter of moments. You begged Johnny to turn back and help Terry too, he was hurt in the fight aswell, but his only priority was you, and that wasn't going to change. While in the hospital, nurses cleaned and stitched you up, confirming you were going to be alright. You had lost some blood, but not enough to cause an issue or to keep you overnight. That was a huge relief. You had to be with the nurse for a good 2 hours, and in that time, all you could think about was Terry, and if he was ok. The blood on his cheek, the fear in his eyes when John grabbed you, oh god it was plaguing your mind. Another hour went by, and Johnny was finaly allowed in your hospital room.

"Hey, are you alright?"

"I'm fine Johnny. Thank you for your help. I don't think I would've got out of there without your help"

"Well maybe, if you didn't run off without a second thought, it may not have happened"

"Johnny, I had to make sure Terry was ok"

"And in doing that, he put you in danger!"

"No no no! Don't start! Terry didn't put me in danger! Don't blame Terry for John's choices! Terry was trying to save me! He was frightened for me!"

"And if I hadn't had come in? What then?"

"I don't know ok! I just know that Terry would have done anything!"

"Do you....do you know if he's ok?"

"........(huffs in defeat)......."

"..........I know for a fact, he's fine"

"Wait, how? Is he hear?"

"Yeh. I've just seen him getting cleaned up, two wards down"

"I want to see him, please-"

"There's no point. He left straight after"

"He? He left?"

"What? Why? Can't I speak to him?"

"Yeh, I don't know why he-(Johnny's phone rings) Oh would you look at that, speak of the devil. (Answers phone) Make it quick........yeh.......ugh, fine. Y/N I'll be right back"

"He said he wants to talk to me in private. I don't know-huh?.....Alright, fine. He says he loves you, and he'll explain everything later. I'll be back in a minute Y/N"

That's weird? Why didn't Terry want to speak to you? And after everything? Maybe he's calling Johnny like he did before, to see if he's allowed to talk to you? But you weren't angry anymore? Unless Johnny said something to him without telling you? A few minutes later, Johnny walks back in, looking deflated, but with an ever so slight twinkle in his eye.

"Johnny, what's going on? Is he ok? Did you say something to him?"

"I.....said some things......he listened.......but.....he did explain the situation, and I had to give him some credit for trying. I..........I guess I won't get involved with this thing between you two anymore. He told me you forgave him, is that true? Or at least trying to?"

"Yes, trying to. Johnny, when I saw him in the dojo.....my heart grew warm. I felt the happiness I thought I'd lost. I love him Johnny"

"Yeh......yeh I know......"

"So? What did he say?"

"Well, I'm not gunna brief you on what we said to eachother, you are a lady after all. But, in regards with you.......he....he did leave you a message"

"What message?"

"He wants you to come back he tonight. But it has to be at exactly 7, on the dot"

"Why? Why in the dot?"

"Can't say. He's just asked that I tell you that. Oh.....and to wear a beautiful dress"

"A dress? Ok...my guess is probably a home cooked meal maybe?"

"Oh no no no, I don't wanna hear about yours and Terry's romantic moments!"

"Johnny, I literally said a meal"

"Yeh but it's Terry! And-you know what, I'm just gunna shut up now. Y/N, I.............I'm just glad you ok. I thought John was gunna.....I thought..."

"I know, it's ok. Come hear big bro"

Pulling him in for a sweet hug, you could tell he needed it, he held you like you'd disappear if he let you go, being his baby sister, no brother should see their little sister in danger like that. And, being the sweet brother he is, he drove you home and hung out with you, helping you pack your things to head back home later. It was 6.45 by the time you were saying your goodbyes to Johnny and Carmen, hugging them both and waving when getting into your car. You were all dressed up too, a beautiful red dress, that colour always did bring out Terry's more.....animalistic side 😏

True to Terry's instructions, you arrived and were turning your key in the door at exactly 7, on the dot. The anticipation was exhilarating, what could he be planning right behind this door? Slowly pushing it open, you take a few steps in, it's a little dark? Why are the lights off?...Oh! Oh look at that! On the floor infront of you, was a little flickering candle. Approaching it, you see another one, then another, and another, all going in a line towards your bedroom. Giddy with excitement, you follow the candles, which seem to be accompanied now, by scattered red rose pettles. It was so beautiful, and smelled incredible aswell. Finaly, you open your bedroom door, to find the most beautiful scene before you. The bed covered in red and white rose pettles, scented candles lit and placed all around the room, beautiful white fairy lights dangling from the window, and a soft instrumental version of your favourite song playing in the background. This was perfect, no, better than perfect! Looking at the bed, there was a beautifully hand written note with your name on it. And there's no way your not reading it! Taking it in your hands, you get a quick wiff of the scent on the paper, peppermint, Terry's smell.

My Darling Y/N

You are the sunlight to in my darkest day. My love for you grows more and more each and every single day. Before I met you, my life felt cold, alone, incomplete. But from the moment I first laid eyes on you, my whole world changed forever. You know my past, my mistakes and my trauma, and yet, your still hear, still loving me, despite me believing I don't deserve it. But I want you to know, I will spend the rest of my days showering you with love, the same way you have with me. I love you Y/N, with all my heart and soul. And now.....I guess.....there is only one question left...........turn around sweetheart x

Raising an eyebrow to his last sentence, you turn around.......and there.......on bended knee behind you, in a beautiful dark suit, tidy ponytail hair, and a warm, comforting smile......Terry looked up to you, deep into your eyes.........and held in his hand...........a small black box......

"You look beautiful tonight sweetheart. Y/N L/N...............Will you be my wife?

[always-sleeepy-headd]

Nightmare? Dream? Fuck that I choose Error

Summary:

Swap's smarter. Better. Stronger.

But they don't need to know.

Until he's fed up and bored at least.

Notes:

Inspired by https://archiveofourown.org/works/49249111 By https://archiveofourown.org/users/ReikoNatsume/pseuds/ReikoNatsume

_______

Swap wasn't like them.

Dream.

Ink.

Hell, even the Bad Sanses.

He was smarter.

Better.

That's why he walked the halls of both places without the other even batting an eye.

That's how he always does things.

He'll win no matter the cost.

Win what you may ask?

Attention, excitement, entertainment.

The multiverse is his playground, and he was gonna put it in its place.

...

Per usual, Swap was walking down the winding halls of Ink's forever changing house in the Doodle Sphere with no intent other than to ame the halls with boredom heavy in his eyes and soul. He walked for about a mile before ending up right where he began, just to see the path had changed again, he almost liked the ever changing nature of the Doodle Sphere, it calmed him in a strange sense.

"Oh! There you are Swap!" Ink giggles and runs over to him.

"Hi Ink! What's up?" Swap asks, mentally sighing at how strained he sounded. Ink didn't seem to notice of care though.

"Well, I was looking for you but you disappeared again! I don't understand how you know this place better than me, you walk around and just find the exact place you want to go!" Ink pouts, "It's absolutely no fair."

Swap laughs slightly, and then pats Ink's head a little. "I have just as much trouble, I just don't care where I'm going most of the time."

"UGHHH It's so annoying-" Ink seems to remember something and he ruffles through his scarf to find it. "Aha! I wanted to ask you how it went at Nightmare's?"

"I haven't gone yet Ink, he expects me there in..." Swap looks at the time and realizes he lost track when wandering. "Oh! Ten minutes from now, I guess it's a good thing you found me because I totally would've just kept wandering."

"Jeez, that could have been bad- Anyway are you sure you don't need help figuring out what to tell them? You always make it up on the spot and I imagine that can be scary..." Ink says, Swap had been spying for The Stars for a while now.

When Nightmare came up to ask him to spy for him in the Stars he told Ink and Dream, he quickly thought about how easy this would make everything for him.

So now he's 'spying' for both sides, Ink and Dream have no idea how he does it without getting caught and how quickly he gained Nightmare's trust is startling.

"Uhh, well I don't make it up on the spot, I have a very complicated system in my head that'll give them some information that is correct but a leave out parts of our plans that make it look like I had no idea about it and you or Dream are just acting impulsively." Swap sighs slightly, "It is a little stressful but it's really easy to lie to someone who thinks both of you are so incredibly stupid."

"Oh! Huh, I guess that makes sense. ... Actually! That's really smart! So they'll expect things to go one way while you still are trusted!"

"Yeah! Exactly, but I should get going now, Nightmare hates tardiness."

"Oh, alright! Be careful!"

Swap waved his goodbyes to Ink and climbed through a portal, Ink startles as he isn't used to Swap using portals to get around.

Sure was good that Nightmare taught him how though.

...

Swap enters the almost baren AU that the Bad Sanses reside in. It is covered in forest and at the center of it is a large castle where Nightmare's office is located, and it's where he's supposed to be three minutes from now.

Woops.

He really needs to manage his time better.

Swap begins to sprint down the the trail that leads to gigantic and terrifying castle that the Bas Sanses call home, then he realizes he could just teleport.

Woops.

I guess this is why Error calls him so many names.

catches his breath instead of spriting there and teleports outside of the office with a minute to spare, then decides it would be funny to bust in there at the very last moment, even if it costs him his life.

Right when the clock turns he shoves the door of Nightmare's office open, not realizing Cross trying not to laugh at him from around a corner.

Cross was pretty sure Nightmare was gonna kill Swap and Swap could have easily prevented it and just not stood in front of his door until the last second.

Luckily for Swap, he survived.

"... Hello Swap." Nightmare says, Killer was standing next to him with his usual pissy smile.

"You sure came in at the last moment." Killer says, his smile only growing more manic by the second.

"... I suppose." I say, as I have to be careful around someone as unpredictable as Killer.

Nightmare lets out a sigh, "Your report of what has happened with the Stars?" He says, going straight to the point.

"Something big is happening, I almost considered coming here sooner because of it." Swap says, weaving a lie so easily not even Nightmare would be able to tell. "I decided it would be okay to wait though... Nightmare, Dream plans to turn the tides of the war completely using this new AU, it was named a copy of Haventale and it's copy code is HGRJ3792. Haventale copies usually give large amounts of positivity anyway, but this copy seems to be different. It's inhabitants seem to have no emotion whatsoever, so when Dream went to scope it out his positivity gave them emotions that they have never felt before and they came to consider him a biblical God. Ink decided he wanted to milk this and turn things there way by using the inhabitants as missionaries, this will not only make the multiverse view Dream as all knowing but will completely drown out any other Gods of the multiverse, as if Dream was the main and most powerful. This would make it so much easier to spread positivity but also to make you look completely irrelevant."

Nightmare's face as Swap said this was absolutely priceless, even Killer seemed a little startled.

"... And how do you suggest we prevent this...?" Nightmare asks.

"Well, the plan has not yet been set into motion due to Dream's reluctance to use others for his own benefit, but Ink is utterly thrilled about this and I'm certain even if Dream refuses Ink will go behind his back and make it a reality. So simply you just need to eradicate the universe, these people are dangerous though, they've gotten a taste of freedom and would die for it." Swap says, Nightmare's shoulders untense slightly at the easy solution.

"Good, it seems you've thought a lot about this." Nightmare starts. "But won't Dream and especially Ink not only notice what we're doing and try to stop us, plus this will put you in a bad position?"

"Hm, well, quite simply I'll be fine, Dream and Ink suspect nothing of me. But it'll be hard to prevent them from attempting to stop you." Swap states then pauses. "I don't suppose I could make a distraction hm? It's quite easy to pull Ink's attention away from things... besides..." Swap smiles in a uncanny way that Nightmare blinks at, it slightly surprising him. "I have the perfect thing~"

"Well then," Nightmare smiles evilly, I suppose we'll need to set a date then."

...

Swap smiles as he leaves through his portal, it startles Nightmare slightly and it annoys him that Ink and Dream are just going all willy nilly and teaching everyone to use portals, it sure worked out for him in this case though.

Dream greets Swap as he gets back, and Swap realizes his still is doing the evil smile thing an laughs slightly.

"Hi Dream! I can't help but get into character when I'm over there." Swap says rubbing the back of his head.

"Oh it's fine! I'm just glad you're okay, I always get worried when you go there..." Dream says.

"Nope! Perfectly fine here! There is a BIG problem though!" Swap says, flinging his arms out to insinuate how bad it is.

"O- Oh? What is it?" Dream asks nervously.

"It's pretty bad, where's Ink?" Swap asks.

"He's over here." Dream says, grabbing Swap's arm and pulling him into the living room.

"Oh! Swap, you're back!" Ink says jumping to his feet.

"Yep! And Nightmare is planning something BIG!"

"Uh oh, what is it?" Ink asks, sitting back and down, he is quickly followed by Dream and Swap.

"Nightmare is planning a big attack on a Haventale AU copy, normally this would be mostly fine but this is a special Haventale. It's the communication hub for all Haventale's and Haventale has always been a big source of positivity right? So they plan to send a message to a bunch of Haventale copies that have contact with them and basically scare them ALL."

"What?!" Ink and Dream both say.

"I- I wasn't even aware that was a thing." Dream says.

"Me neither! But it's actually real I checked just to make sure." Swap says, he CAN'T let this plan fail, not after all his hard work.

"Well, do you know when?" Ink asks.

"Yes actually!"

...

Today was the day, Swap COULDN'T mess this up, he was counting on him.

He had gotten the message from Nightmare that they were leaving, Swap NEEDED Ink and Dream to be there NOW.

He rushed down the hall and into the living room where Ink and Dream were getting ready.

"We need to go NOW!" Swap says, and opens a portal to HGRJ3792.

Ink and Dream pile themselves into it, expecting nothing.

Perfect.

...

The Bad Sanses find themselves in an AU covered in forest.

"We just need to find where they're residing and destroy every last one, we should have a lot of time, Swap seemed very confident." Nightmare says, but Cross can't help but feel a lump him his throat, something was off.

They walked for a while until they heard feet pattering on the forest ground, someone was there.

"It smells like it's just two of them... I think we can take them..." Horror grumbles.

Nightmare was about to respond but the two forms leap out from the bushes with their weapons pointed at them.

"Nightmare! Stop this madness!" Dream yells.

Ink is standing with his Brush out next to him.

"What in the world?!" Nightmare hisses. "Is this some sort of set up?!"

"No? You were going to try to destroy this communication AU!" Ink yells.

"Communication AU?" Cross mumbles, startled.

"Yeah! You aren't going to spread negativity this way!" Ink says.

"You're trying to manipulate monsters into thinking you're their savior!" A pissed Dust yells.

"What... are you talking about...?" Dream asks lowering his weapon a little.

"What are you talking about?!" Killer yells.

"But... Swap said..." Ink mumbles.

"Boss.. do you think..?" Cross asks wide eyed.

"We've both been played..." Nightmare says in amazement, Swap had been tricking BOTH of their sides... but why?

"But- but-" Dream looks around. "Hey... where did Swap go?!"

"He tricked us both Dream, it's quite impressive.."

"NO! Swap would NEVER!" Ink says.

"Swap agreed to spy for me already behind your backs." Nightmare says.

"We knew about that! He didn't betray us, he spun the truth around to make it so he could lie to you while making it look like I was just changing plans!" Ink yells.

"Yet he's gone, and he lied, I don't feel any other lifeforms in this universe now that I've checked." Nightmare says. "You have to at least consider-" Nightmare was interrupted by a certain glitch.

"ThAt YoU'vE bEeN pLaYeD bItCh." Error laughs and everyone looks up in horror to see the God of Destruction with Swap holding on to his arm and giggling. "YoU sTuPiD fUcKs JuSt LiStEnEd ExAcTlY tO BeRrY wItHoUt EvEn BaTtInG aN EyE."

"Swap! I don't know what Error told you but it isn't true!" Ink attempts.

Swap giggles and hopped off the big branch he and Error were standing on to look cool.

"I've been working with Error this entire time silly! It's been fun messing with you though!" Swap says. "You made it SOOO easy, all I had to do is pull the innocent card and everyone just fell into my hands like putty!"

"No..." Dream whispered.

"Yep! I could control EXACTLY what you guys did and where you went! All had to do was make up some stories and have them so you guys collide while Error was busy at work!" Swap says.

"Doing what exactly...?" Cross slowly asks.

"Oh I an SO glad you asked, I distracted you so Error could easily keep the balance that you all keep destroying! It's a hard job for just one monster!" Swap can barely contain his excitement and Error's smile reflected just how much apricates Swap, even if it wasn't obvious to anyone there. "So, I guess you're wondering why we brought you here! Well, you guys have recently REALLY fucking up the balance, so you have two choices! This war ends right here and now by YOUR choice or by ours!"

"What are you talking about?!" Ink yells, his eyes darting back and forth from Error and Swap.

"Well, you dumbass's destroying things with your back and forth, so it's simple! No more trying to make more positivity and no more trying to make more negativity, also Ink, you need to stop making so many AUs and instead just let the multiverse take care of it." Swap says.

"So... you want us to have a... truce?" Cross asks.

"Exactly! I knew I liked you Cross." Swap says and Cross flushes in embarrassment, he isn't used to complement's at ALL.

"What are you going to do if we don't?" Dust asks.

"Kill you." Swap answered short and bittersweet.

Error snickers from up on his branch and jumps down.

"YoU fIlThY gLiTcHeS sHoUlD bE GlAd YoU HaVe BeRrY hErE pRoTeCtInG yOu, I wOuLd'Ve JuSt KiLlEd You." He says.

"It's your choice." Swap smiles in a controlling way, a way that you know that you better do what he says or he'll hurt you. badly.

Everyone looks around and then all come to an easy decision.

"I think we choose to live." Nightmare says, normally if it was just Swap saying this he'd laugh and laugh and laugh, but Error being in the mix meant that his words actually meant something, Error could easily kill all of them.

Dream and Ink nod.

"Good! I'm glad we could come to a decision as adults here." Swap smiles as Error wraps his arm around his waist and pulls him in for a kiss.

They loved each other and there was nothing anyone could do about it.

And that was exactly how they liked it.

[h3arts4harry]

- impulse -

warning: impulsive decisions, hair dye, tattoos, swearing, idk this is just a fun one

11:28am

Every day, there was a new change in the Sturniolo household. It wasn't due to the triplet boys living there though. It was Chris's girlfriend of 3 years, y/n. Y/n was very impulsive, to say the least.

"morning baby" chris softly whispers against my cheek, snuggling behind me in our bed. "..hi" I mumble, still half asleep. "me, nick and matt are going to be out all day sorting some final things for tour, so we'll be back a little late okay?" the boy says quietly before placing a few gentle kisses around my temple, "mhm" I hum, slowly drifting back off to sleep. "I love you" I feel the smile from the brunette boy on my skin before he moves back away and off the bed, heading to the bedroom door to leave. a small "Iloveyoutoo" is heard as he shuts the door behind him, his smile not budging.

2:43pm

I woke up around two hours ago and all I've done is mindlessly scroll through tiktok. waking up without chris' warmth next to me is the worst, I just want to be able to turn around and hold and cuddle him, but I can't because he's not here.

Before I get to upset about the absence next to me, I decide that I'm not going to stay in bed all day and that I'm going to do something productive. I have no clue yet what im exactly going to do but i have a whole list of ideas springing to my head and I'm fully debating ticking off each and everything off it. the idea that stands out the most to me tho is dying my hair. I've been wanting to do it for a while now, and I just never did because nick said i should wait a bit longer to prevent damaging it to bad. but now its been long enough so today I'm actually going to do it and surprise chris.

I get dressed in a pair of baggy, blue jeans and a plain black tube top and head upstairs. I go to grab my water bottle that I have an unhealthy attachment to from the cupboard and realise I used it last night, so I quickly run back to mine and chris' shared room, picking up the nearly empty bottle and go back upstairs to refill it. i grab my bag, chris' car keys, and my grey hoodie, pulling it over my head as i walk down the stairs to the garage.

i drive to the nearest store that sells hair dye. i pull in, park, grab my bag and walk in. I stroll through the aisle, staring at the countless coloured boxes debating which one i should do, then my eyes fall onto one colour that stands out. i snatch the box of the self, looking at the colour closer, and my heart immediately decides this is the one. it's a vibrant teal blue, 'almost a mix of blue and green' I think to myself as i grab one more box and head to the checkout, wondering through the snack aisle and accidentally filling the basket with a bunch of snacks. woops.

4:13pm

As I walk into the bathroom and place the two boxes of hair dye down, my phone starts to ring. my baby<33. "hey baby" i immediately say after swiping to answer his call. "hi ma, when did you wake up?" his soft voice speaks through the speakers of my phone. "a couple of hours ago, although i only got up an hour or so ago" i answer opening the first box of dye. "oh yea" his giggle has always been one of my favourite sounds, i could listen to his laugh forever. "what are you doing now?" he asks, possibly hearing the careless noise of me getting the bottles ready. "nothing really, just sat in our room" i lie, he can normally tell when I'm lying, but i guess not this time. or at least he's not calling me out on it. "oh okay, i was just calling cause i wanted to hear your voice, me, matt, and nick just had one of the most boring meetings of our entire life i swear to god-" he starts to ramble as i start to lather the vibrant colour over my head, mumbling a few small responses so he knows I'm still listening to him.

Right as I finish covering my entire head with the blue dye, chris also finishes talking about the meetings they've had and are about to go to. "I miss you chris. how long until you're done for the day?" I ask, sitting down on our bed, being careful not to lean my head on anything. "I'll be home soon, baby, only two more meetings and ill be on my way. and I miss you more, I've spent all day thinking 'bout ya" he replies back, "hm", I hum. "what? already? okay, one sec," I hear mumbled through the phone, "ma, I've gotta go, nick said our next meeting is about to start, but ill be home before y'know it, okay? I love you, gorgeous." "okay, I love you, to baby." I end the call.

an hour later, the dye is washed out, and my hair is now dry. I examined it in the mirror. maybe I should cut it too?

7:32pm

"hey, baby, we're home!" I hear chris yell from the garage downstairs. I'm lying, cuddled up with a weighted blanket on the sofa. I'm also wearing one of chris' hoodies, with the hood up so no one can see the new change to my appearance yet. "hi bub, I'm up here" I say loud enough for him to hear me. as soon as I hear the running up the stairs, chris is already turning the corner heading towards me. he walks over and practically lies on top of me, "watching house again, hm? what's this now your hundredth time rewatching this?" he mumbles with a chuckle, "mhm, chase just kissed the nine year old. ion think that part will ever not shock me." I hum, returning the small laugh, my eyes only moving from the tv when I see his hand reaching up to move the hood. before he even touches the hood he sits straight up "what the fuck did you do?" he says with a huge smile on his face. this caught matt and nicks attention from the kitchen. "yo, what's going on?" matt questioned. i look around at each of the boys before pulling my hood down to reveal the vibrant blue over my head. "OH MY GOD?" nick almost screeches in surprise. "I'm not even that surprised anymore, looks good y/n." matt laughs, used to my random impulsive acts. I just look at chris for his reaction, but he's still looking at me with his goofy smile, god, I love that smile, "chris?" "you look so fucking good ma." he just stares at it for a moment, "its almost like a mix of blue and green" he says moving back over to lay with me. "so you like it?" i ask quietly, "i love it" a smirk pinching at his cheeks, "i love you" i smile planting a kiss on the corner of his lips. "i love you too ma."

I gasp with a thought, "whassup?" chris looks up at me, "we all should go get matching tattoos" I rush my speaking, looking at each boy. "now?" matt asks, looking at the time on his phone. 8:01pm. "hell yea, it'll be funnn, cmonn pleasseee" i just about start begging before they all agree. We all head downstairs, and get into chris' car, me in the passenger next to chris, matt and nick in the back.

On the way, we talk about what we should get. We probably ran through a million ideas but we kept thinking back to one idea matt had. It was to each have one of the little symbols from a deck of cards, clubs♣, diamonds♦, hearts♥, and spades♠. He said it was reflecting on our Friday game night, and our favourite game being cards. I instantly loved it, but we brainstormed other ideas just in case. But that's what we landed on.

We each took turns going in, getting our tattoos, not showing anyone until we all had them. nick and matt went first, then chris and I. When we came out, we just admired how cool it was. I got the clubs, chris got the hearts, matt got the spades, and nick got the diamonds. We all got them on the side of our wrists. We asked the tattoo artist if she could take a photo of our tattoos for us before we wrapped them up, and she said, of course she would. While she took the photo, chris spoke up, a smile on his face, wrapping his untatted arm around my waist, "we should join in on your impulsive actions more often, huh?"

NOTE: y/n in this is quite literally just me icl, my hair changes colour more times than I leave the house I swr😔

i knoww its a short one mb on that part BUTTT im getting back on the grinddddd, or atleast I hope I am. im trying🙏🙏

THANK YOU FOR READING AND AS ALWAYS FEEDBACK IS FOREVER APPRECIATEDDD <33333

I LOVE YOU HOES

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[prognosticator5]

Dankanrunpa homestuck bro we got the rogues ans then some... Questionable hoes

Explanations and sheeeeit

Rogues (steal their aspect for others, they also get stolen from BY their aspect and tend to invite theivery of their own grip on their aspect from others)

Kaede - Rogue of Time (she be fucking with the timeline for everyone elses sake and kinda just. Politely ignoring that she's fucking her own timeline. She's trying to live her best life but she just sniffs out the inconsistencies of shit around her and she just GOTTA do something about that she's not the thinker but she's smart in her own way)

Gonta - Rogue of Mind (thinks they don't have enough intellect, and thinks they wouldn't know how to best use their brain, so they heavily invite other people to use their mind for them,,, Yeah I aint gotta elaborate)

(ouch)

Peko AND Mukuro - Rogue of Heart (I hate to see doubles but dawg. What does Peko do for Fuyuhiko and what does Mukuro want to be for Junko. For varying reasons they both desire to give their heart to someone so hard and just "act out that persons will" but like no 1. They do NOT succeed because 2. They actually have no grip on their own will OR that persons real desires/"will")

Bards (they do not directly harm their aspect. They, by ignorance and lackadaisicalness towards their aspect, create an environment that encourages other people / other things in general to massively destroy their aspect. Bards tend to have/need a major epiphany that FUCKS them or changes them for the better)

Leon - Bard of Hope (he has so much faith that he'll become something he has. No. Way. Of becoming. And decides to hate and ignore the thing he is good at or things that would ACTUALLY give him the fate he wants and just follow his dick and be lazy and just hope for good things until he is TOTALLY fucked 5ever)

Soda - Bard of Mind (kinda interesting one here because a Bard of mind is a very internal bard. This is a person who won't make any HUGE external blowups (more likely many minor ones), this is someone who will just become a complex downward spiral of infinite confusion of who they are and wether they can trust anyone and what they stand for. A bard of mind is basically just a black hole of insecurity until they have some HUGE personality altering epiphany that makes them get the fuck over it all)

(these next two aren't drawn above)

Mikan - Bard of Life (passive asf for a Bard, this is somebody that somehow embodies Life and growth as a concept but also just completely fucking obliterates their ability to meet their own potential or grow as a person by doing shit that invites absolute humiliation and abuse. They invite Doom into their life by how they handle the aspect of Life. Epiphanies really vary here not gonna lie)

Ryoka - Bard of Light (saddest Bard. A Bard of Light is someone extremely wise, smart, knows where fate and luck could actually go, but they choose to ignore ALL of that for some bullshit because they very firmly believe they are just fucked. A bard of light will ignore their own wisdom and others wisdom for shockingly laid back, passive, sad reasons. Their epiphany is suddenly realizing "holy fuck my life wasn't totally fucked I could have done a million things to change it oh my god" no matter what a Bard of Light is a jaded sage, either a heavily repressed depressed one or the wise frog from mario rpg)

Hajim is an Heir of Doom and Nagito is a Mage of Light and it's just. Chefs kiss. Hajime gets his ass slurped by the institution that is Hopes peak and Nagito BEEN getting his ass wooped by what? Luck? Knowledge? Yeah Light BWOI

[asterkiss]

ello, dear fellow!

you please mind doing fake dating prompt 3?? thank you lots!

Woops, forgot about this. Also had an anon askign for this prompt as well so here we go:

Sequel to Homecoming. Still a high school AU.

- SEVEN MINUTES IN HEAVEN

The homecoming party had gone off without a hitch - or actually, no, that was a lie. There had been at least six hitches, with the last one being Mabel spilling the punch bowl all over her dress and the floor.

But most people seemed to believe she and Bill were dating at least, and it had been worth it to see the look on Pacifica's face as she danced with her hot date.

And, as keen as Mabel was to get changed out of the stained and damp dress she couldn't pass up when they were invited to an after party by the popular kids.

But Pacifica seemed to still have it out for her, and had led the groups crusade in shoving the couple into a closet for Seven Minutes in Heaven. Was this to test if they were really dating? A tube of lipstick had been shoved into Mabel's hand last second before the door was slammed shut.

It was dark, with only a thin sliver of light filtering in through a gap in the doorway over one side of her face.

'So....' She began, glancing aside. She could just make out the silhouette of her fake boyfriend.

His eyes slid in her direction before he grabbed the lipstick out of her hand. She blinked, watching as he smeared it over his lips without a word and leaned towards her.

'Hey, whoah, wait, what are you doing?' Her back pressed against the wall of closet as Bill continued to advance, planting his hands either side of her head. The light shone over his face now instead and she saw the amusement dancing in his eyes.

'Cm'on kid, even you know how this game is played. Pucker up.'

'Sure I do, but can't you be more romantic?' She wasn't against kissing the guy but come on now.

Bill blinked, and almost seemed puzzled by her request. 'I can't exactly take ya to a candle-lit dinner right now.'

'I know, but...' She shrugged, playing with a piece of her hair whilst she glanced aside with a blush. 'You could say something sweet or flirt a bit.'

'You first.'

Oh. Uh. She floundered for a only moment at the sudden request before breaking out into a grin. She leaned closer, placing a hand on his chest where she could feel his steady heart beat beneath her fingers. Time to put those online flirting classes to work, girl.

'Are you a parking ticket? Because you've got "fine" written all over you.' Wink.

He arched an eyebrow but didn't seem particularly swooned off his feet. Hm. Mabel tried again.

'Kiss me if I'm wrong, but dinosaurs still exist, right?' She pushed herself up on tip-toes, leaning her face closer in anticipation as she pursed her lips towards the guy.

Bill merely blinked. 'If you're talkin' about that old fart Sixer who teaches physics, then yes.'

Mabel stared at him. He stared back.

'Just kiss me already,' she demanded, giving him a fierce look.

'Alrighty.'

Without any hesitation he smashed his lips against her with a force that would surely take anyone else off their feet. But Mabel wasn't just anyone. In fact, it was her who took Bill off his feet as she shoved her body against his own frame, causing the taller boy to stumble back against the side of the enclosed space. She followed suit, hands finding the wall behind him to balance herself as their legs tangled together.

The blond ripped away from her, and although she couldn't see his expression in the dark she was sure he looked bewildered.

Eventually, he just said: 'Jesus, how strong are you?'

'Uh.... Well, I can still pick up Waddles and he weighs 190lbs! Is that a lot?'

'What the fuck?'

Again, she couldn't see his expression but she could only imagine how he was regarding her right now. Most of the guys she crushed on tended to get weirded out when she showed how easily she could pick them up like a bag of grapes.

Oh well. Their loss.

At that moment, the door to the closet was thrown open. Mabel turned her head aside to see Pacifica staring at them in surprise. In the light, their position did look rather comprimising with her pinning him against the wall and their clothing crumpled.

She glanced back at Bill, whose lower face was smudged in red make-up. He paid no attention to the blonde girl, with his blue eyes instead fixated on her.

'Oh my god, look at the lipstick all over their faces,' one of the girls whispered.

Mabel felt a hand around the back of her neck, and barely had time to register it was Bill's before he was pulling her back towards him. She heard Pacifica release a grunt of annoyance as she slammed the door shut again, enveloping the pair in darkness once more.

And yet Bill's mouth remained on hers for much longer, the sensation of his lips sending a tingling feeling down her neck and spine. Her legs felt like jelly as she leaned all her weight against him, but he didn't seem to mind as he pulled away to speak.

'I like a girl who can kick my ass.'

Her face flushed. Okay, now that was a good pick up line. She cleared her throat, trying to appear smooth. 'I think they bought it, we can leave now. I mean, if you want.' Or maybe they could stay in here and kiss more? No, she didn't say that bit out loud. Behave, Mabel. This was a fake dating situation after all. It was purely to get back at Pacifica (on her end) and Dipper (on his). She didn't want to ruin it just when it was getting good!

'Are you kidding? it's barely been five minutes. I have a reputation to uphold. Gimme that lipstick again.'

Reputation? Wasn't his only reputation being an asshole? What was he talking about?

But Mabel didn't bother arguing, instead passing the lipstick over as he proceeded to yank her close and leave marks across her face and throat.

It was worth the yelling she got from Dipper later.

[csvent-2]

Frustrating seeing Succubun mods keep lying that the site take down was some "bad faith attack/grief attempt" when we have all the emails and proof it was their site domain taking them down for violating labor laws. They're so LUCKY that someone messaged the site domain for employment clarification in good faith because they could have EASILY been reported federally instead.

They could have feasibly told the truth too! Just said "oh woops, we changed the language of the work we promise, it doesnt technically fulfill all the requirements of employment" and simply explain it as an innocent misuse of language

Pure speculation, but the only reason I could imagine they would lie, is because the mods are still lying to their "employees" that they're "employed" to whatever way that benefits the mods.

🌸

[static-errorcode]

just a thought but what if the ii villians sang you didn't know from hazbin hotel here's what it would be like

springy: but they were right talkie.... they showed us that he had improved, he changed alot talkie-, checked all the boxes that you said would, prove the point that he has changed his ways, now we turn our back no second glance.

Walkie-talkie: it's not as simple as you think, not everything is spelled in ink

Bot: it's not fair talkie-

Test tube: carful bot now keep your cool-

Bot: NO?! Don't you care talkie-. That just because he's done bad things it doesn't... mean he can't resolve to change his ways, turn the page to escape infernal blaze

Walkie-talkie: I'm sure you wish it could be so... but theirs alot that you don't know

Groscer: WHAT ARE YOU EVEN TALKING ABOUT?! JUAR SOME BAD HOST WHOS MESSED UP ALREADY?! HE BLEW HIS SHOTS LIKE THE CRUMBS UN HIS MOUTH?! THIS DISCUSSION IS REFKLESS AND PARY

Groscer and Tyler: THEIRS NO QUESTION TO BE POSED! HES UNHOLY CASED CLOSED! DID YOU FORGET THAT HELL IS FOREVE?!

Tyler: soon everyone lives once! I'll see you in one month! Gotta say u can't wait to...

Walkie-talkie: Tyler....

Tyler: Come back and exterminate you

Springy: WAIT

Tyler: Shoot

Springy: what are you saying?! Let me get this straight... you'll go down their and kill mephone4

Bot: you didn't know?!

Tyler: woops

Groscer: gets the cats out of the bag

Tyler: what's the big deal?

Springy: talkie tell me that you didn't know....

Walkie-talkie: I thought since I'm older, it's my role to shoulder...

Springy: no

Walkie-talkie: you have yo listen it's was such a hard decision?! I wanted yo save you, the anguish it takes to, do what was required...

Springy: and tk think I admired you... well... I DONT NEED YOUR CONDITION?! IM NOT A CHILD TO PROTECT?! WAS TALK OF VIRTUE JUST PRETENSION?! WAS I TO NIAEVE TO YOU, to hede the morals you pervading?

Bot: that's what the heck I've been saying?@

Bot and springy: IF HELL IS FOEVWE THEN HEAVEN MUST BE A LIE

Walkie-talkie: Springy

Bot and springy: IF ANGLES CAN DO WHATEVER AND REMAIN IN THE SKY?! THE RULES ARE SHADES OF GREY WHEN YOU DON'T DO AS YOU SAY?! JUST THE MAKE THE WRETCHED SUFFER JUST TO KILL THEM AGAIN?!

This song just fits an idea for ii that I needed to post it, plus I added ii pozas to it

[fireblcd]

࣪𓏲ּ  ֶָ  𝑤𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑠𝒕𝒗  ⁝         francois arnaud,  35,  cis male,  he / him.    announcing  the  arrival  of  HELIOS  of  HOUSE  GREYJOY,  the  LORD HEIR  of  PYKE.  whispers  among  the  court  name  them  to  be  both  LOYAL  and  MESSY  in  disposition,  and  those  closest  to  them  speak  to  their  interests  in  sailing.  if  we  bards  could  compose  a  song  for  them,  it  might  tell  stories  of   curls wrapped around another's fingers , laughing smiles as a drop of wine trickles down a chin , the rage of a stormy sea in his eyes , sea salt crusted on skin , disappointment weighing on shoulders but refusing to show it .  the  seven  whisper  to  their  most  devout  queen  as  she  sleeps,  making  her  question  where  their  loyalties  truly  lie.  are  they  right  to  whisper?  for  their  loyalties  truly  lie  with  HOUSE GREYJOY.

i ⸻ general

NICKNAMES  :  lio ( affectionately ) , hel ( derogatory )

ALLIANCE : house greyjoy & house targaryen

TITLES  :  lord heir of pyke

MARITAL STATUS  : married

CHILDREN  :  probably has a bunch of bastards woops

PHYSICALITY  :  brown wavy hair that grows especially curly after being in the ocean , a thin scar from the time someone cut his throat but just didn't press deep enough to kill him , 6′2 , lean but muscular.

ii ⸻ personal

SEXUAL  ORIENTATION  :  bisexual

ROMANTIC  ORIENTATION  :  demiromantic

MORAL  ALIGNMENT  :  chaotic neutral

SINS  :  lust  / gluttony /  greed  / sloth /  wrath  /  pride  /  envy

VIRTUES  : chastity / temperance / charity /  diligence  / patience / kindness /   humility

iii ⸻ biography

there was joy in the iron islands the day that helios was born. lancion and julienna greyjoy had always taken their duty seriously , knowing that they must provide their lands with an heir to lead them into the future. when helios came into this world screaming , julienna pressed a kiss to his brow and decided that he would be a grand lord one day.

he was raised on the belief that the world was his oyster and the tide changed for him. his mother spoiled him , his father taught him all he knew and yet , the message did not quite sink in the way that they intended for it to.

oh , he was arrogant. told from birth that he was something special to have all that he pleased from life. he would be one of the greatest seafarer's of their generation according to them , and on that point they were at least partially correct. the sea was in his veins , and he travelled far and wide as often as he could. he raided anywhere he pleased , stealing riches and jewels from wherever he could. he often paid the iron price for the things he took , having little regard for the life of those he deemed irrelevant.

he became best friends with a prince of westeros , and it felt almost as though he was untouchable because of such a fact. for who would dare to invoke the wrath of a dragon ? though that is not the reason helios spends so much time in summerhall , instead he often thinks of aehrys as a brother to him.

he began travelling to essos when he was fifteen years old , seeking anything that would keep him entertained. he would always be proud to be ironboy , would always think his own people far superior to others , but he enjoyed getting to know other cities and people all the same. he's most certainly been banned from at least one essosi city probably for sleeping with someone's wife , but helios merely thinks of it as a great story.

his parents hoped that he would settle down and do his duty as the future heir , perhaps finally take an interest in politics , but he never did. instead, lio always figured that he would have advisors for that sort of thing. he had little interest in being stuck to the iron chair all day listening to the nobles bitching about each other. but by the same margin, he wouldn't dream of stepping aside for his sibling to do it. it was his by birth right to rule the islands as he pleased one day.

his parents tried to arrange several betrothals for him only for him to drive them all into ruin. he'd either insult the house or his potential bride, laughing as they left the islands in a huff. he refused to become shackled to someone who wanted him to settle down , spend his time playing at politics and conforming to society's view on him. several years into adulthood and he especially felt the pressure on him to have children , a responsibility that scared him most of all. every time his parents pushed him towards such things , it only made him feel more and more like it was all a trap.

when he'd first met his now wife , she'd just been another body to warm his bed. and then he got to know her better , was charmed by her humour and how she was the opposite of everything society pressed upon him. most importantly , she made his heart fill with love for the very first time. it made all his fears slip away when it came to commitment , and he married her within a year.

he thought that it would appease everyone that he had taken a wife at last , happy to have children to name heirs if it meant he'd have them with her. but they still insisted that he marry a rock wife as if there weren't past instances of the children of salt wives becoming heirs if there was no rock wife. it left a deep unhappiness to settle over him like a storm cloud , the realization that he would never be enough unless he conformed.

it is a difficult thing to now hold such resentment towards his lord father and lady mother. it's even more difficult to ponder the idea that perhaps his life would be far easier if they were not around , especially when his heart still begs him to forgive despite all of the damage they have done to it.

iv ⸻ tidbits

big fan of knives and he has at least five strapped to his body at all times. most of them are stolen , and his favourite has a hilt of silver with a large ruby encrusted at the end that he calls sir pointy.

he's been in four past betrothals and has absolutely ruined them all some way or another. usually through insulting either the person who was betrothed to or their house. has defs made a few enemies that way.

you know the slutty white period shirt ? he wears them constantly , often with so many buttons undone it creates a v neck. also loves being shirtless and will use any excuse to take his shirt off.

he's so unserious , hence why he plans on forming a council in the islands to guide him once he's ruling lord. truthfully man just wants to do all the parts of ruling that include bringing him pride and glory rather than the political crap.

he may have a very complicated relationship with his parents , but he loves his siblings very much. he's allowed to talk shit about them , but anyone else who does is gonna get their face smashed into a table.

v ⸻ wanted connections

all of them

[sagetsukimura]

I am Upset and Mad, and I'm about to make it the internet's problem.

Well, not the whole internet. But definitely you, the poor sod who stumbled across this post. I am sorry, in that fun, distantly sad kind of way you feel when someone you only vaguely know but also find as kind of an asshole trips and falls on their face in front of someone they're trying to romantically impress.

Woops. Ouch. Hope that works out for you.

The point being, I am Mad. I am also aware that Real Life has these things called Consequences, and that they tend to happen when you let the Mad have too much of a say. But my Mad has not had much of a say, actually, usually. I've only ever hit one person in my life, and of course I fucking missed.

Still, Consequences. So better to come here, to the land of Internet, which is obviously not Real Life, and therefore, has no such thing as Consequences.

That's a lie, unfortunately. But I an Mad, and as stated above, about to make it your problem. First, though, I have a problem of my own. No, not the Problems that made me Mad in the first place, this is a different problem. A small one.

You see, while I am Mad, I am not Big Mad. While I may be wishing misfortune upon someone, I am not currently sending waves of negative energy in their direction with the intent to curse or vaporise them. But I am still feeling spiteful. I don't want to ruin someone's day, but I do feel the need to perhaps mildly inconvenience them by reassurting my ability to Affect the world in some way shape or form.

And here is my problem. Because I have two avenues available to me, you see. One where I create problems for other people, and then stand back and enjoy the chaos, OR, one where I instead reassert my agency by instead being... Kind.

It's easy to tell which one I want to do. Chaos. I could insert the Colors of the Sky meme here, for example, and repost it 100 times. (Ok, that's a bit too far. 7, maybe. Mild inconveniences, not knocking down an already swaying house of cards held together by sheer spite and something smelling suspiciously of artificial lavender.) I could send anonymous messages to random users asking strange, bewildering questions designed to incite outrageous arguments about whether pineapple on pizza is a sin or simply a mistake. I could straight up send KUNGPOWPENIS one letter at a time for my own amusementment, and maybe even theirs.

But the nature of my inconveniences reveals the truth.

I want the world to be changed by my Mad, yes. And I want the world to be a little brighter for it. I want to annoy someone, but still be appreciated and valued. I want a lot of things.

But, you see. I've spent so long typing about how Mad I am, and the things I want to do, that I'm not so Mad anymore. A little Sad, because nothing has changed, and a little embarrassed by the obvious 'give-me-attention' vibes.

The thing about Change, is that when things Change too quickly, people can get hurt. So, Change for the better is, in an ideal world, something that occurs slowly. Allows time for things to grow, and adjust, and learn.

But let's be honest, not many people like Change, most of the time. Too much of a chance for things to get worse, rather than better. So people try to push it back, in themselves, in others. So it builds, and so does the pressure.

One day, the dam will burst, and Change will come. And it will be Mad. And then will come the quiet, and that is the time for us to remember that Change can be good, and maybe we can all help each other grow. Wouldn't that be nice? Instead of squeezing ourselves into the slots and shapes available in the walls we have been fooled into building, helping each other grow like wildflowers through the cracks in the sidewalk.

Maybe, instead of planting chaos via strange, anonymous asks for my own entertainment, I could sew flowers instead. We reap what we sew, and the world could always use a few more flowers.

But I'm still a little mad. Just a little.

Angry flowers then? Little orange ones like daisies, with little >:) faces. They smile when you talk to them. Or water them. Kind of like people. (But not really, most people >:( if you put water on them. Then they find their own water and suddenly you're wet too. But if you don't right, they end up >:), so maybe it's a matter of application.)

I'm not mad anymore. Maybe I'll be mad again tomorrow. But today, I think I'll plant flowers.

Angry flowers, of course.

[squibbles-gubwee]

Even if you're an innocent bystander you're more fucked in ppg world. Gotham has villains??? Yeah okay that Sucks. But you know what else they have? Slight amounts of realism going on. 9/10 It a A VILLAIN that is fuckin up the town and you know thats bad but also like. Damn maybe you can get lucky and not get involved.

Townsville has villains AND MONSTERS. the amount of kaijuu that have fucked that place up is TOO many. The number of citywide "if we dont stop this EVERYONE dies" type shit is HUGE. And their fights are AS DAMAGING if not MORE DESTRUCTIVE as the villains' original plans. The place just gets fucked up on the REGULAR.

But now, lets talk more about the actual topic. Getting your ass beat.

Batman. Once a year. Batman KNOWS restraint, is the thing. He is a HUMAN man. A human man with some tech, but a human man. He kicks your ass, he probably wont even go all out bc his thing is "stop the threat, put away the villain" like if he fucking wanted he could kill all these people but he gives them a chance to like, redeem themself. He's also quite compassionate so, yknow. He maybe just beat you into next week, but Bruce Wayne probably covers your medical costs. "Sorry its gotta be this way dude. Least i can do is cover the cost."

The Powerpuff Girls are superpowered 6 year olds with six year old thoughts, feelings, and emotional understanding. They are six year olds with sonic screams, ice breath, laser vision and THEIR idea of what is right. Their OG name was The Woopass Girls. And they will WOOP. YOUR. ASS.

sure!! Theres episodes where the plot is solved peacefully!! Music, singing, whatever. That DOESNT CHANGE THE FACT THAT THEY MOSTLY BEAT THEIR VILLAINS NEARLY TO DEATH. Fuck man, I remember an episode where they just. BEAT the baddies and they werent even DOING anything. They just ASSUMED. and it was a PROBLEM. THEY fucked up. THEY HAVE PEACEFULLY RESOLVED THINGS, HAD THE VILLAIN STEP DOWN, SAID "well. now what." and then BEAT THE BAD GUY'S ASS ANYWAY!!!!

Let me also bring to attention another part of this i dont feel like people are thinking of: Time Of Day, and Social Standing.

Batman? most likely beating your ass in an alley at night. Lbr, thats his normal thing. He sometimes is out and about in the day, yeah, but usually? Night time. Its dark. Secluded. A grown man is kicking your ass at night and you can honestly probably just LIE and say "i dont know who that was i think i just got mugged" when you finally crawl out of there with your broken legs and ribs. You only gotta do it once a year.

THREE 6 YEAR OLDS ARE BEATING YOUR ASS IN BROAD DAYLIGHT, EVERY DAY, IN FRONT OF EVERYONE. THE WHOLE TOWN CHEERS THEM ON. YOUR SOCIAL STANDING IS FUCKED. Your friends? Your family? Strangers??theyre all gonna be asking questions. Why the hell are a group of kindergartener beefing with you EVERY DAY. Why are you getting absolutely dunked on by a couple of super powered ankle biters. No one wants to be around that both bc thats fucking WEIRD but also they dont wanna get caught in the crossfire of YOUR DAILY. ASSWHOOPING.

And what is the question? Would you rather FIGHT. Not talk it out, not solve with the power of friendship, F I G H T.

you getting your ass beat. One just is once a year, the other is EVERY. DAY.

10 vs 365. Come on now.

[clockwayswrites]

💛 if you're still doing the ask game?

💛 What is the most impactful lesson you’ve learned about writing?

Oh. HUM. So I'd like to preface this by saying a lot of style 'rules' about writing are not hard rules. There are things that are helpful to know and keep in mind but don't let someone else's 'rule', that is really just a stylistic thing, be a commandment to you.

(THAT SAID for the love of everything, please follow some formatting so that your writing is legible to your audience. Who really knows how commas work, but please use paragraphs with either an enter between them or an indent and such not.)

ALL THAT SAID I suppose I have two three answers, though one is art of writing, one is style, and one more about the process.

Deadlines are sanity saving. Having an update schedule is the way that I get long fics done. I love and appreciate people telling me to look after myself and my health, but also I've been ill for the last 20+ years. Having a deadline really helps give me something to move to! This is why I try to update LBFD at least bi-weekly.

Retyping everything in a new document allows you to ruthlessly edit. This is tedious, I won't lie. I've been called mad for it. But I know it's made me a better writer. It's easy to be too precious or lazy about changing something in editing. If I'm retyping it all anyways, there's no more effort to changing a sentence around to something stronger.

Sentences rarely have to be that long. This 100% a stylistic thing, and it's something that has changed for me as I've written more. It's really, really easy to want to make sentences conjunctions and with lots of parts, but that slows down the pacing of the story. Which sometimes you want. But for most of what you write, the sentences just don't need to be that long. Especially if you're writing action scenes or something getting caught up in their thoughts. Breaking the sentence up helps with rhythm and cadence. I had to train myself out of using as many compound sentences in my writing.

His arm dropped down to hang limply at his side, but he didn’t take his finger off the trigger because he shouldn’t trust this stranger.

Feels a little meandering and doesn't give the reader a chance to pause. I want to show the character is loosing his focus from an injury also.

His arm dropped down to hang limply at his side. He didn’t take his finger off the trigger. He shouldn’t trust this stranger.

That has beat. beat. beat. There's cadence to it that emphasizes each thought as the character struggles to get there. Esp the last sentence makes it a POINT that he shouldn't trust this stranger.

Anways, woops- that got rambling!

OG post here

[tallbluelady]

6. What was their "flirting stage" like?

Oh no. I went VERY in depth on this, woops.

Their "flirting" stage is like, Post-Stormblood all the way through base Shadowbringers. Anything before then is like, timidly approaching and then jumping back before the other responds. It's not until the first Heavensturn after Ala Mhigo is liberated that they finally feel comfortable with the concept of each other to even TRY anything. And even then, they're almost playing chicken with each other, trying to get the other to make the first move because they're too afraid to approach them themselves. Urianger had purchased a gift for Rowan - a gold and glass rowan branch from the Goldsmith's guild - and he was going to give it to her with a letter to open that conversation. Alas, G'raha called again and nabbed him and Y'shtola to the First.

AND THEN EVERYTHING GETS MORE COMPLICATED ON HIS END. G'raha gives this grand scheme to Urianger, trusting him to do whatever it takes to see the plan to fruition. And now Urianger has to lie to Rowan to keep the plan working, save the Star, and to get them all home. He knows that the whole thing is going to be mentally and physically hard on her, so... he figures that he could offer relief by flirting and being romantic. He then fully expects her to dump him once they all return to the Source for his deceit. So with that in mind, he spends three years with the fae and gets some gender stuff figured out, the plan eating at him as he creates White Auracite to mayhap render the whole thing obsolete. It doesn't but it does help in the end.

Rowan, back on the Source, is distraught at the loss of her comrades. She does stumble upon the branch and letter, and the whole thing swirls around her mind for the weeks they try to get her to the First. She is as shaky as a newborn deer at the idea of it. She couldn't quite get herself to open up to Aymeric and that has been haunting her for a while. She's afraid of losing Urianger entirely because he's been such a steady presence in her life and he's handsome and kind and... It's scary.

So when Urianger Careless Whispers his way down the stairs and asks what Rowan thinks of his appearance she's relieved. He hasn't had his feelings change in three years! He seems more confident in himself too, which just adds more to her attraction to him. He's steady and attentive and funny and it helps Rowan relax. She's still shaky as hell at the whole relationship, because she can feel some hesitation on his side for whatever reason. But she's going to let the flirtation happen for a while because it's genuinely nice to hear that you're pretty etc.

Then Mt. Gulg happens and... Urianger is more guilt than man at that point. He has his grovel point and he is ready to never have any romantic interaction with Rowan again. But then she forgives him! Because A) G'raha asked him to lie and B) she loves him! (Not that she's ready to say so!) So they have this weird give and take of they both know they like each other, but Urianger made it weird. He actually works with Moren and Grenolt to create weapons to help vent some of the Light within her. And it's VERY MUCH appreciated.

I haven't quite ironed out every detail when they're in Amaurot, but Rowan REALLY wants to kiss him right after they defeat Hades. The problem arises when G'raha has to be all sad boy about everything and then they have to make it to the surface and then go to the Crystarium and celebrate and then sleep. Only Rowan can't sleep, and Urianger is Urianger and usually doesn't sleep anyways. They talk and cry over tea and FINALLY KISS OMG. And also give each other an "I love you" and an "I love thee". Then they cuddle for the night and that is the end of their "flirting stage".

So uh... thanks for the excuse to ramble about this XD.

[firespirited]

it’s been over a year and i’m still thinking about how Wonder Egg Priority was going to be an anime cultural reset like we hadn’t seen in years and then promptly Game of Thrones’ed itself. 4 teen girls dealing with survivors guilt and the pains of girlhood written with great care and insight, who find eachother and messily heal while doing magical battle with the embodiment of traumas that caused other girls to feel like death was the only option. It didn’t matter if the magic deal was a trap because they were getting stronger and doing something with their grief, it was not going to be easy and there were going to be falling outs and setbacks but those four characters mattered.

Then hard genre u-turn! This psychological exploration of a misogynistic society is now a generic senseless horror story: you see, suicide happens because you get haunted by the cutesy demon of wanting death. Guess the girls are going to have to fight her or save her somehow! You want answers? Here have rogue AI, student teacher relationships, genetic experiments and evil twins instead. oh it’s cancelled. The end.

I don’t mind genre changes, I like the subversion: oh you thought this was a monster story but the real monsters are in the house with you? Oh you thought this was rambo but no, arhnold is going to be hunted like a final girl. You thought this was a bromance, woops they’re kissing! Love triangle? no he’s my brother. Why’s this evil child tormenting this poor guy? You go evil child!

I mean Battlestar Galactica switched it up regularly between sci-fi and political thriller, dystopia, personal identity and interpersonal drama. It was fine until they had characters going out of character and said this is how the human race started and also you’re going to enact this same thing... because gods are real and they said so.

So this is my plea to the void: End of Evangelion but it’s End of Egg, we retcon some stuff as a lie told by the guys with the eggs or an imagined past by an AI glitch and take it from there. Maybe it’s an unethical psych study but it’s helped them out of their inertia so they bring it to others without that final boss that tries to keep you trapped in game. Maybe the magic is real and each girl taps a new person when they’re done fighting and ready for the acceptance phase. Maybe frill is a sentient system bug or a manifestation of the illusion of agency and the flipside of self blame and it takes all four friends to cure her of her fantasy that she causes/wants death instead of it being a complex social problem. Just 30 minutes, doesn’t have to be seamlessly animated, doesn’t have to answer everything and give us a “ten years later they all were happy with careers and babies”, just that third act of forward movement that undoes the series original ending. WEP the OVA: it was a deception, there is a short explanation and minor resolution, the girls start suicide clubs across schools to destigmatise mental health. ta da.

Edit: I have since found out about the show writer and seen his ugly fingerprints all over the show's undertones. WEP would have to be written and heavily reconned by someone new, preferably a team of women. Maybe someday we'll get a decent show about girlhood trauma that isn't sentimental dreck or misery porn. The Leftovers is excellent: 3 seasons that gradually delve into magical realism and back, including teens and multiple complex women's perspectives.